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Dog Wellness Check from Veterinarian

Ensuring your dog’s health is a priority for every pet owner, and a wellness check with a veterinarian is one of the best ways to stay ahead of potential issues. These check-ups go beyond just vaccinations, offering a full assessment of your dog’s overall well-being. From monitoring weight and dental health to checking for any signs of discomfort or disease, regular wellness visits can help catch problems early, keeping your furry friend happy and active for years to come. Whether you’re adopting a new pet or simply ensuring your companion stays in tip-top shape, scheduling a dog wellness check is an essential step in maintaining a long and healthy life for your dog.

Our Animal Hospital Veterinary Services in Canton, Ga

Comprehensive Canine Health Assessment

A dog wellness check from a veterinarian provides a thorough evaluation of your pet’s overall health. During the check, vital signs such as heart rate, temperature, and respiration are monitored, while the veterinarian also examines the skin, coat, eyes, ears, and teeth. This helps detect early signs of illness, ensuring your dog remains in optimal health and can enjoy a happy life.

Preventative Care Recommendations for Dogs

Your veterinarian will assess your dog’s health and offer tailored preventative care recommendations during a wellness check. This may include updating vaccinations, suggesting parasite prevention treatments, or adjusting diet and exercise plans. Regular check-ups are essential to prevent health issues and give your dog the best chance at a long, healthy life.

Dog Behavior and Activity Assessment

A wellness check isn’t just about physical health; it also includes a behavioral and activity assessment. The veterinarian looks for changes in your dog’s behavior, energy levels, and overall mood, which may indicate underlying issues such as discomfort or stress. Early detection allows for better management and treatment to maintain your pet’s well-being.

Senior Dog Wellness

As dogs age, they face new health challenges. Senior dog wellness checks are more focused, involving blood tests, joint examinations, and monitoring for age-related conditions such as arthritis, heart disease, or kidney problems. Regular visits ensure that your senior dog receives the proper care and attention to live a comfortable, happy life well into their later years.

The Importance of Regular Dog Wellness Check-Ups

Regular wellness check-ups are essential for maintaining your dog’s health and preventing issues before they become serious. Just like humans, dogs can develop health problems that may not show visible signs early on. A wellness check helps your veterinarian catch issues like dental disease, joint problems, or heart conditions in their early stages. These visits also ensure your dog’s vaccinations are up to date, offering protection from various diseases. Preventative care is key to ensuring a long, healthy life for your dog.

Routine wellness checks allow you to discuss any behavioral changes, diet, or lifestyle concerns with your vet. These visits provide an opportunity for expert advice on everything from nutrition to exercise routines. By staying on top of regular check-ups, you’ll ensure your dog’s well-being and give them the best chance for a healthy future.

What to Expect During Your Dog’s Wellness Visit

A typical wellness visit to the vet involves a thorough examination of your dog’s overall health. The veterinarian will check their weight, temperature, and heart rate, ensuring that everything is within the healthy range. They will also examine your dog’s coat, skin, eyes, ears, and teeth for any signs of abnormalities. If your dog is due for vaccinations, this will be the perfect time to ensure they’re up to date. Blood work and fecal tests may be recommended to check for parasites or underlying health issues.

The vet will ask about your dog’s lifestyle, including diet, exercise habits, and any behavioral changes you’ve noticed. This conversation allows the vet to understand your dog’s unique needs better and offer tailored advice. It’s important to be honest about any concerns you may have to ensure the wellness visit is as effective as possible in maintaining your dog’s health.

Key Canine Health Indicators Your Veterinarian Monitors

During your dog’s wellness check, your veterinarian will monitor several key health indicators to assess their overall well-being. These include weight and body condition, as being overweight or underweight can lead to a variety of health problems. Your vet will also check your dog’s heart rate, temperature, and respiration to ensure they’re functioning normally. An assessment of the skin and coat can reveal signs of allergies, infections, or parasites, while an eye and ear exam can help detect common issues such as infections or hearing problems.

Dental health is another crucial aspect that’s often overlooked by dog owners. During the wellness visit, the vet will check for signs of gum disease, tooth decay, or other dental problems. Routine checks of these health indicators allow your vet to provide early treatment, which can significantly improve your dog’s quality of life. By monitoring these key areas, you’ll ensure that your pet remains in optimal health.

How Dog Wellness Checks Can Prevent Future Health Issues

Preventative care is one of the greatest benefits of regular wellness checks for your dog. By addressing potential health concerns early, you can avoid costly treatments and complications down the road. For example, routine blood work may identify kidney or liver issues before they cause noticeable symptoms, enabling early intervention that can extend your dog’s life. Regular check-ups also help prevent parasites such as fleas, ticks, and worms, which can lead to more severe health issues if left untreated.

Additionally, a wellness visit allows for a proactive approach to vaccination schedules. Ensuring your dog is up to date with vaccinations protects them from preventable diseases like parvovirus, rabies, and distemper. The veterinarian may also provide advice on maintaining a healthy diet and exercise routine, helping prevent obesity, joint problems, and other chronic conditions. By investing in wellness checks, you’re investing in your dog’s long-term health and happiness.

Signs Your Dog Might Need a Wellness Check Sooner

While annual wellness checks are recommended, there are certain signs that may indicate your dog needs to see the vet sooner. If your dog is showing signs of lethargy, loss of appetite, or unusual weight loss, it’s important to schedule an appointment right away. Changes in behavior, such as increased aggression or anxiety, can also signal underlying health concerns that need attention. Other signs to watch for include vomiting, diarrhea, coughing, or difficulty breathing, as these could point to more serious health issues.

If your dog is showing signs of discomfort, such as limping, avoiding physical activity, or whining when touched, it could indicate joint or muscle problems that need prompt attention. Ear infections or unusual discharge from the eyes can also be signs of an infection or underlying condition. Early intervention for these symptoms can help prevent more serious issues and improve your dog’s quality of life.

Choosing the Right Veterinarian for Your Dog’s Wellness Care

Choosing the right veterinarian is essential to ensuring your dog receives the best care during their wellness visits. Look for a vet who is knowledgeable, compassionate, and takes the time to listen to your concerns. It’s important to choose a clinic that offers comprehensive services, including preventative care, emergency care, and diagnostic testing. You want a vet who is up to date with the latest medical advances and who offers a warm, caring environment for your dog.

Consider the location and accessibility of the veterinary clinic as well. You may need to make frequent visits for vaccinations, tests, or follow-up appointments, so a conveniently located vet can make life easier. Don’t be afraid to ask questions about the vet’s experience and approach to dog wellness care. Building a relationship with a trusted veterinarian ensures that your dog will always receive top-notch care.

Cherokee Animal Hospital in Canton, Georgia

Regular wellness checks are essential for ensuring your dog lives a long, healthy life. These check-ups help catch potential health issues early, preventing serious conditions from developing. From vaccinations to dental care and overall physical exams, a wellness visit is the best way to stay ahead of your dog’s health needs. By building a relationship with a trusted veterinarian, you’ll gain valuable insights into your dog’s specific needs and receive tailored advice for their well-being.

Don’t wait for signs of illness—schedule a wellness check today. A proactive approach to your dog’s health can lead to fewer visits to the vet in the future and a happier, healthier life for your furry friend. Contact us now to book an appointment.

Cherokee Animal Hospital

2424 Marietta Hwy, Canton, GA 30114

770-479-6505

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5 Key Health Checks for Your Dog to Start Off 2024 Right

Kick off 2024 with your dog's best health in mind! 🐕💥 Our guide covers everything for a thriving year. From diet to fitness, we've got it all. Read, apply, and enjoy a healthy year with your pup! #HealthyDog2024 #NewYearNewPup #DogWellness

Welcoming a New Year is the perfect time to ensure your beloved dog’s health is in top shape. Just like us, our canine companions need regular health checks to maintain their well-being. This guide will walk you through five essential health checks to start the year right for your furry friend. 1. Annual Veterinary Check-Up The cornerstone of maintaining your dog’s health is a comprehensive…

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You know what I hate about the internet? Sometimes people will just lazily slap a “citation” on an infographic and trust that they’ll be completely taken at their word and nobody is going to dig deeper. And it works all the time. As an example, please look at this photo someone posted to dispute my assertion that garlic can be toxic to dogs.

Okay well, kind of a pain to manually type in that link but obviously I am going to look into this study that is confident enough to recommend people feeding their dogs garlic. So here’s the article, kind of a weird journal choice for this graphic to reference from but looks like a legit (though 20 year old) study

Funny thing is, almost immediately this article acknowledges that garlic can indeed be toxic to dogs. The health benefits mentioned in the graphic are referring to human health, not canine. This section is literally in the introduction of the article and one of the first things you read. Emphasis here is mine.

Crazy to me that someone would imply that this article encourages giving dogs garlic when it in fact immediately asserts that doing so has the potential to cause hemolytic anemia. The article does explore the anti-thrombotic effects of garlic components in dogs and humans, but by no means does it say that “contrary to misconceptions garlic is safe for pets”. It is dishonest to assert this in an infographic. However the creator of the image correctly assumed nobody would check, because the person who posted it took it as fact without further investigation.

I am begging you to be skeptical. Check your sources. Check their sources. Check my sources. Learn how to dig deeper and exercise that muscle as much as you can, especially on the internet. You will be absolutely shocked how much misinformation is casually stated and received as pure fact.

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Let's talk about zoo animal welfare for a second...

(And I want to preface this by saying I have a 4 year Bachelor degree in Animal Science (focusing in welfare and behaviour with a major in Canine and Equine Science) before I got sidetracked into zoo animals and did 3 internships working with wild canids, ungulates and marine mammals - this involved both hands on behaviour modification/desenitisation as well as hands off behavioural observation and welfare study. I worked for 2 years as a marine mammal specialist and worked specifically in facilities to improve husbandry, behavioural training and welfare practises.

I also worked in a facility in the Asia Pacific, working to improve welfare standards for bottlenose dolphins and continued to work with cetacean welfare researchers after this. I also did a course in zoo management, husbandry and welfare and this involved working in an accredited zoo facility learning things like exhibit design, behaviour management and husbandry with multiple species.)

So a few points to say about zoo animal welfare when discussing zoo standards and practises:

The average person does not have the expertise to do behaviour observation and welfare evaluation in zoo animals - that's why when the general public visits a zoo and says "the animal looks sad" it's worth being skeptical of that claim. But it doesn't mean a gut feeling about a zoo's quality can be completely invalid. Just that it might be worth researching further or seeking more information.

However, with experience, it is possible to analyse behaviour in the context of welfare. And context to that behaviour is always important (for example, Moo Deng showing stress related behaviour towards the specific context of being touched or followed around by her keeper - very much an indication of poor handling practises)

Poor animal husbandry and welfare is not limited to specific countries or regions, however it can be more normalised and accepted under the influnce of cultures and laws. Or even just the culture of the zoo itself such as the "this is the way we've always done it" places.

Being an accredited zoo is a start to good welfare, but it doesn't make any sort of welfare concern obsolete. And accreditation is supposed to ensure that welfare concerns are addressed but because they are mostly run as a volunteer based organisation, they often don't have resources to check into every concern (unless it's a government funded organisation)

A zoo contributing to conservation research is great, but not if it is at the expense of the animals' welfare - welfare should always be prioritised, with research and conservation efforts to follow.

Welfare is a state that is in flux. So a negative welfare state can move into positive welfare state under different influences.

There are multiple factors that influence zoo animal welfare: enclosure/habitat, expression of natural behaviour, guest interaction, diet, enrichment, water quality, hygeine ect. It'll rarely just be one factor, though it does depend how salient that factor is.

Just because a keeper or management of a zoo have been there for a long time, doesn't mean they can't be criticised - it is possible to be still using outdated practises and believing in methodologies and management practises that need updating - that's the whole point of continued education

Having limited resources can often impact welfare. Giving a facility the resources they need to improve is a good start to improving welfare.

Even if an animal is being handled in an inappropriate way for a short time, that doesn't mean that can't have long term implications for welfare eg. if every time your dog jumped on you when you got home and you smacked him in the face once before going on with your day, that doesn't mean that your dog won't learn negative associations with your arrival just because it was one time.

Best practise husbandry of zoo animals involves:

Use of positive reinforcement based voluntary husbandry and health care

All interaction based on choice and voluntary interaction that is reinforced with primary reinforcement such as food

Mostly hands off approaches for the species that require them (ungulates, large primates, large carnivores)

Relatively stable social groups with aggression only in specific situations/contexts that are normal for the species

Back areas for animals to rest outside of public view

Species appropriate habitats to meet species specific behaviour requirements

Five freedoms of welfare being met but goes above and beyond the bare minimum

Poor zoo animal husbandry involves animals:

Being forced into anything such as presentations, education programs, medical procedures/gating

Any use of physical punishment such as chasing, slapping, pushing or poking - negative reinforcement such as bull hooks are also fairly outdated in handling species like elephants

Being excessively handled, chased and touched/restrained for no reason (eg. for social media videos)

Showing signs of avoidance and aggression constantly towards their keepers

Have constant conflict happening in their social groups

Are living in enclosures that are not suitable for their specific specific needs - size is only one factor in this. Substrate, habitat design, water quality ect. are also things to consider.

Are too close to the public/at risk from the public

Have no areas to retreat from the public/rest away from potential stressors

Have no enrichment program/no daily enrichment

Those are all flags that there could be some poor welfare happening and that a zoo is not prioritising welfare

Okay there's the ramble of the day done. Feel free to ask questions for further clarification if needed.

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Woof woof yall.

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You’re out in the woods one day, taking photos and going for a little hike. Stupid mental health walk or something; whatever, it’s a nice day and you’ve gotten some good shots. You’re just about to turn back when a huge brown and black wolf lopes out from a nearby thicket.

There aren’t any wolves in England though! Hunted to extinction - it’s why you feel safe bebopping around the forest alone in the daylight. So you see this big fuck-off sized “dog” and coo at the pretty puppy.

“Hello handsome boy, aren’t you just gorgeous! Will you come say hi?”

You do all the right things that you’re supposed to do with an unfamiliar dog but he just barges right through. Trots up to you, nose shoved into your crotch. You startle, bark a laugh, shove at his big stupid head.

“A little forward,” you tease, scratching under his chin, “but it’s better than biting.”

You feel all around his neck for a collar, but no luck. He must be someone’s though, huge blue eyes too intelligent and focused on your words. And his coat is so well maintained, glossy and shedded.

“Do you know how to… sit?”

An adorable head tilt, and the big dog settles onto his hind quarters.

“What a good boy!” you croon. “So smart!”

He licks at your palm and wrist as you scratch at him, huge tail thumping. A canine grin, tongue lolling out as he waits for your next command.

You hum.

“Well, guess we can check if you’re microchipped, huh? Or at least I can get you some water. See if someone recognizes you…”

You make a kissy noise at him. “Let’s go, big boy. Come.”

And to your delight, he falls into step with you. He weaves along the path ahead and behind, but always loops back to you, brushing against your thigh as if to reassure you he’s still there.

You hum as you walk, giggling when you see his ears twitch and swivel towards you. Tease that he should do better if he doesn’t like your version of Jolene.

You only cross paths with two other people on the walk, a pair of guys clearly out for a more serious hike. The dog plants himself between you and them, ears pinning back and a low growl erupting from his chest. You startle a bit, carefully burying your fingers around his scruff in case you need to grab him quickly.

“I’m guessing he doesn’t belong to either of you, then?” you ask.

One of the guys shakes his head. The other gives you an odd look. “He’s not yours?”

The dog barks, loud and rough. You shush him, explain the situation to the hikers. But the dog never stops rumbling and they quickly go on their way, keeping a wide berth.

You huff. “Don’t like men, huh?”

Poor thing. Maybe he was abandoned by a mean owner?

“S’alright, bud, I’ll be good to you.”

He follows you all the way back to your home. And when you open the door, shoulders right past you.

“Ah, shit,” you groan. “You weren’t supposed to come in!”

He gives you an almost betrayed look. You try not to huff in amusement.

“So help me, if you bring nasty things in this house I will shave you. Shave you. You’ll look so silly. Like an overgrown raw turkey.”

The dog turns, trots back to you. You didn’t realize just how big he is until he’s got his big paws on your shoulders. You blink, have to take a step back to brace against the weight of him. In his hind legs he’s taller than you. Really could pass for a pure bred wolf.

A big, rough tongue licks from your jaw to your forehead. You scrunch up your face but end up laying a kiss on his muzzle in return.

“Alright, you big nasty. Down you get.”

You shut and lock the door behind you, brushing leaves and dirt off.

“Okay, shower first,” you say aloud, already tugging off your clothes. “Then we’ll run into town, see if we can track down your family.”

You don’t mind the dog staring, unblinking, as you strip down right there, balling things up to avoid tracking a mess through the house. Nor do you mind him following you to the bathroom, though you do push at his snout when he licks the back of your knee. Just normal dog things, really. They don’t get people stuff like clothes or boundaries.

“Stay out of trouble, bud. I’ll be right out.”

As you wash up, you consider the merits of adopting. Only if you can’t find the dog’s actual family, that is. It’s lonely in your little house sometimes - and a bit spooky at night. A big, protective dog might be just the thing.

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The Slayers

Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!cop!reader

Summary: Vampires begin attacking people in Los Angeles, and as the chosen one, it's up to you and your partner to stop them.

Warnings: mentions of being shot, discussion/depiction of drugs, typical The Rookie warnings, spoilers/references from Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Word Count: 2.8k+ words

A/N: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and The Rookie 4x05 "A.C.H." mixed in my mind and this is the product. (This isn't set at Halloween though.)

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“I can’t believe I just witnessed Tim Bradford get shot,” you muse as you exit the liquor store, pushing the handcuffed shooter toward the shop.

“I didn’t mean to!” the man says.

“You have the right to remain silent, and I’d suggest you take it,” Tim snaps.

“I think he’s mad,” you whisper as you open the back door. “Watch your head.”

After the door closes, you press your lips together and look over the hood at Tim. He points at you, a silent warning to stay quiet.

“Are you okay?” you ask. “That bullet hit you right in the throat.”

“It was a NERF gun.”

“Right, sorry, that cartridge hit you pretty fast.”

“Drop it,” Tim warns.

“I’m just worried about your health, Tim. Getting shot isn’t easy.”

Tim rolls his eyes and waves you off as he enters the shop. You join him in the car, and when he looks over, you raise your hands as a promise won’t bring it up again... for now.

“7-Adam-15,” Nolan says over the radio. “Unknown… 11-2… bite!”

Tim furrows his brows as he watches the radio. Nolan sounded upset, but the audio cutting in and out worries you more.

“Nolan, repeat that?” Wade requests.

“One suspect in custody,” Nyla answers. “We need an RA. The suspect- he bit somebody.”

“That’s not weird,” Tim murmurs.

“Sergeant, he’s got fangs and there’s too much blood for one bite,” Nyla adds.

“Sending additional units now, Harper,” Wade radios. “RA’s en route.”

“Did she say fangs?” you repeat. Tim reaches for the radio, but you snatch it to ask, “Nyla, are you at Sunset and Highland?”

“Just north of it,” she replies.

“We can’t respond,” Tim points out. “This genius needs to get to booking.”

“The trigger was faulty!” the man behind you defends.

“The trigger was plastic.”

“No, Tim, this is just starting,” you state.

“What?”

“Fangs, blood, biting? Tim, that was a vampire.”

Tim narrows his eyes at you before he scoffs. The wannabe liquor store thief behind you whimpers, but you know better than to push the subject. Hooking your finger under your hidden necklace chain, you can only hope that a vampire sighting in the middle of the day isn’t a bad omen.

“Bradford!” Wade yells as you exit booking. “We’ve got over a thousand calls about sightings, attacks, and assaults. Whatever this is, it started somewhere.”

“Whatever what is?” Tim asks.

“Have you been listening to your radio?”

“More vampires,” you say. “Any leads?”

“Not a single one.”

“Were Nolan and Harper the first to make contact with the vampires?”

“Yes they were. Do you have an idea?”

“They were less than a block from Bar Sinister,” you begin.

Tim raises his hand and cuts you off to say, “Don’t start with this again. Location relative to a bar doesn’t give people fangs and make them bloodthirsty.”

“Tim, most of the people who frequent Bar Sinister have sharpened or enhanced canines to look like fangs,” you point out. Turning to Wade, you ask, “Are they actually biting people?”

“Yep,” Nyla answers from behind you. “Drinking the blood and everything.”

“It’s gross,” Nolan mumbles.

“The bar sounds like the best starting place we’ve got,” Wade decides. “You four go check it out.”

“And when we find that it’s just a bar and have no idea where the blood drinking is coming from?” Tim challenges.

“Hellmouth,” you remember.

“From Buffy the Vampire Slayer?” Nolan inquires. “I loved that show.”

“No, not the Hellmouth. It’s a newer drug, making its way to high-end buyers.”

“How do you know that?” Tim asks, his brows pinched.

“A friend of mine, Tan, he worked vice back when Hellmouth had just started. It’s a combination of oxy, anti-psychotics, and some unregulated hallucinogen,” you explain. “Those medications in combination, excess, even, might disrupt the brain enough to make someone thirsty for blood.”

“I’ll let narcotics know,” Wade responds. “For now, get to that bar and find out if it’s ground zero for Hellmouth.”

“How do you know all of this?” Tim asks as you return to the shop.

“I do my homework,” you answer lightly.

“Yeah, and you’re a vampire slayer,” Tim replies sarcastically.

“It seems like we’re both slayers now.”

“Well, that was a waste of time,” Tim complains as you return to the shop after the most recent dead-end lead. The sun has set, but your end of watch is nowhere in sight. Now, there are even more bloodthirsty civilians on the streets of Los Angeles.

“What do we do now?” you ask, looking into the dark alley.

“You tell me, slayer.”

You nod and pull the silver necklace chain under your uniform. “Which makes you Angel, my dark, mysterious helper.”

“Sure,” Tim answers, preparing to pull out and return to patrol.

“Who I shouldn’t kiss but really, really want to.”

Tim’s eyes widen, and his fingers curl tighter around the steering wheel. His triceps flex, popping beneath his sleeves, as he pushes against the wheel, unsure what to say or how serious you are.

“That’s not… we should,” Tim begins. “Actually, you, uh-“

“Tim,” you interrupt. You reach across the car and place your hand on his forearm. “I’m sorry. I’ll stop.”

“Okay,” Tim whispers. He nods to himself as he repeats, “Okay.”

You turn toward your window and hesitate before you say, “Uh, Tim?”

“What?” he asks, his arm tensing under your hand.

“There’s a vampire at the window.”

Tim looks over quickly, your hand sliding from his arm. The man nearing your door has sharpened canine teeth, and a thick red substance drips from his chin. When he raises a hand, prepared to break your window, Tim yanks the gear shift into reverse and presses the gas pedal to the floor.

“7-Adam-19,” you radio urgently.

“Additional units and RA en route,” Wade replies before you finish.

“Any word from narcotics on where this is coming from?” you inquire as Tim leans over the wheel to watch the man.

“Nothing. They’re not even sure what it is, but they’re tracking your Hellmouth lead.”

You return the radio to its place on the dash and raise your phone. “Screw this, if I’m the slayer, I’m getting our answers.”

“Do it quickly, because he’s not alone,” Tim says.

You look up, your finger hovering over your phone screen. There are at least half a dozen men now, and you have no idea how to stop them.

“Got any wooden stakes in your war bag?” you joke, but it comes out as a desperate last resort.

“They’re still people. We can keep them contained.”

“Until when? Sunrise? Tim, without knowing what they’re on, we’re blind in this.”

“Then be a slayer,” Tim answers. “But do it quickly!”

“C’mon, answer,” you plead softly. The call connects, and immediately, you say, “Does Narcan work on Hellmouth?”

“What?” Tan asks.

“Victor, we’re dealing with vampires, answer the question!”

“Hellmouth doesn’t always respond to Narcan, it depends on the chemical makeup. If there’s an opiate, yes, administer it.”

“And if I don’t know what’s in it?”

“What’s going on down there?”

“Right now, I’m trapped in a shop with six high vampires outside. How’s your day going?”

“Hellmouth wears off quickly, either the ingested blood dilutes it, or the body starts shutting down,” Tan explains. “It shouldn’t take long.”

“Okay, thanks, Tan.” After you end the call, you tell Tim, “We can wait it out or try to get to all of them with Narcan.”

“We wait,” Tim decides quickly. “But we need to know where these drugs are coming from.”

“I have a bad idea.”

“Don’t get out of the car.”

“I’m going to get out of the car.”

Tim says your name, but you exit the shop and raise your hands. “You guys don’t want to meet my friend in there,” you call. “I’ve got a silver cross around my neck, but he’s a whole lot meaner than me.”

The men stop, and one collapses before he begins convulsing on the ground. It’s wearing off, you think. Within a minute, all of them have slowed or fallen. Tim exits the shop and radios for the ambulances to meet them on the scene.

“Where did you get the drugs?” Tim asks the last conscious vampire.

“Bar Sinister,” he groans. “It was initiation night.”

Tim’s jaw clenches, and you smile as you taunt, “Told you so.”

“LAPD!” Tim yells as he enters the bar.

“Hands up!” you instruct. “Everybody!”

“Officers,” the pink-haired bartender says with a tired sigh. “I can assure you that our liquor license is up to date.”

“And the illegal drugs turning people into vampires?” Tim asks. “Is that license up to date?”

“Initiation?” she asks. “That’s a placebo, it’s just a sugar pill.”

“What?” someone demands across the bar. His fangs make it sound like waff?

“How often do you do this initiation ceremony?” Nyla asks.

“Once a week, sometimes more depending on the crowd size. We did it two nights ago, had about two hundred people through that night.”

“Grey,” you radio. “How many people have we brought in on Hellmouth?”

“About 150,” he replies.

“That means there’s fifty more,” you realize. “We need to confiscate what’s left of the drug.”

“Oh, uh…” The bartender fumbles for words before she blurts out, “I gave them to my boyfriend, and he sold them.”

“How many?” Tim demands. “How many did he sell?”

“About a hundred pills to five or six people,” she answers quietly. “I swear I didn’t know what was in them.”

“What’s your boyfriend’s name?” you ask. When she shakes her head, you add, “You don’t want to get any more involved in this than you already are, what’s his name?”

“I… I don’t know.”

“I love Los Angeles,” Nolan murmurs to himself.

“What’s he go by?” Nyla asks.

“Spike,” she says. “Like-“

“Buffy the Vampire Slayer,” everyone in the bar finishes.

“You’re never riding in my shop again,” Tim tells you.

“Um, excuse me, officer?” a woman huddled in a booth by the door calls.

You nod to Tim before you approach her, and she gestures for you to come closer. With you squatted beside her seat, she leans forward to whisper in your ear.

“Spike didn’t sell them. He’s keeping them for himself,” she says.

“Why?” you ask softly.

“He saw what they did and thought, you know, that he could use them for something.”

“To make more vampires,” you guess. “Do you know where Spike is?”

“He’s in a house in the hills, I don’t know which one.”

“He can afford something in the Hollywood Hills?”

She shakes her head and mentions that he’s housesitting for a family member whose name she doesn’t know. “What I do know is that he owns this place. We don’t know his real name, but it must be on some kind of record or something, right?”

“Thank you…” you begin, hoping she’ll tell you her name.

“Buffy, and, yes, it’s my real name.”

“Thanks, Buffy.”

“Narcotics is here,” Tim alerts. “Folks, you’ll have to give a statement before you leave tonight. If you choose not to, there’s a nice holding cell where you can spend the night and enjoy your vampire daydreams.”

“Guys, I’ve got something,” you tell Tim, Nolan, and Nyla quietly. “Spike’s in the hills, and his real name is on the property records as owner.”

“A wooden stake would’ve been easier,” Tim grumbles.

“Spike, man, hey!” Nolan yells. “It’s been too long.”

“Do I know you, bub?” Spike replies.

“I thought he was Spike, not Wolverine,” Lucy murmurs at your side.

“He’s insane,” Nyla corrects.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Nolan continues, approaching Spike on the sidewalk. “But there’s so much filth inside your head, ain’t no room for the words of truth. Right? Listen, I’ll let you think about whatever you want, but I need some sunny in my dale, you know what I’m sayin’?”

“He’s laying it on a little thick,” Lucy says.

“It’s kind of creepy how much he sounds like Caleb,” you mumble. When Nyla looks at you, you ask, “Am I the only one that watched the show?”

“Yeah, I gotchu,” Spike replies. “We’re just down the hill from the Hellmouth if you want to see it?”

“Love to,” Nolan agrees, discreetly signaling you to follow him.

As he joins Spike on the sidewalk and walks up the hill toward Spike’s aunt’s house, you drive slowly in the dark SUV. Tim and a Metro team are waiting at the house, but if anything goes wrong before they cross the property line, it's your job to handle it.

“Grey said our two hundred vampires are accounted for and receiving treatment,” Nyla says, reading a message on her phone. “So, once we’ve got Spike and the rest of Hellmouth, we can finally go home.”

“And do it all again tomorrow,” you add cheerfully.

“Hey, what freaked Tim out so much earlier?” Lucy inquires. “When we got there to take in the six vamps, he was totally off his game.”

“Well, one of them snuck up on us. Plus, I implied I wanted to kiss him even though I shouldn’t,” you answer without looking away from Nolan and Spike.

“Implied?” Nyla repeats, barely concealing her smile.

“We’ve got to move.”

You exit the car to stay behind Nolan and Spike on foot. When they reach the top of the hill and see the officers waiting, Spike turns quickly.

“As much as I’d get a big laugh watching Bradford kick your skinny, white bum, and as much as I know I can give you a little bum-kicking myself right now, I’m here to tell you something: you’re not even worth it,” you quote, leveling your gun on Spike. “And you’re under arrest.”

He furrows his brows, and you sigh in the realization that he doesn’t understand the references either. Maybe I’m the chosen one in this generation, you think.

“Where’s the rest of the Hellmouth drug?” Nyla asks after reciting his Miranda rights. “They’re going to search the house anyway, so if you tell us now, you might save yourself some trouble.”

“In the urn above the fireplace,” Spike admits. “It opens clockwise.”

“Whose urn?” Lucy asks. “Wait, no, I don’t want to know.”

“Bradford,” you radio. “Spike’s in custody. Hellmouth is in the urn over the fireplace, which opens clockwise.”

“Nice work, Buffy,” Nolan tells you.

“Wait, you’re Buffy?” Spike asks.

“Not happening,” you and Nyla exclaim together.

“I want a lawyer,” Spike demands.

“How’d you know all of this stuff?” Lucy inquires.

“I’ve heard about Hellmouth before, it’s unique enough that it wasn’t hard to piece together. And Bar Sinister was on my beat when I was a rookie. They used to know me in there, I could just walk in and high five a few people to respond to noise disturbance calls.”

“And kissing Tim, your Angel?” Nyla teases.

“Is something that I probably need to apologize for. Again.”

“Tim, wait up!” you call, jogging through the station parking lot.

When he turns, you stop suddenly and blink in surprise. Two white fangs glint in the streetlight above you, and though you can tell they’re fake, it still catches you off guard.

“Cute,” you murmur. “Look, I’m sorry for all the teasing and the comment about kissing you. It just- I guess it was my way of dealing with a weird day.”

Tim shrugs, and you offer your hand to shake his. He takes your hand, holding it rather than shaking it.

“Do Buffy and Angel end up together?” he asks clumsily around the cheap mouthpiece.

“I’m not spoiling the show for you. You’ll have to watch it for yourself.”

Tim smiles before he pulls your hand. You try to catch yourself rather than run into his chest, but Tim’s arm wraps around your waist and keeps you close as he dips his chin and kisses you. The plastic fangs hit your bottom lip as you raise your hands to hold Tim’s jaw. Tim moves with you, both of you forgetting about the fangs as you get lost in one another. When you pull back, breathless, Tim removes his hand from your waist and removes the mouthpiece, sliding it into his pocket for another time, you’re sure.

“So,” you begin slowly. “How’s your throat?”

Tim shakes his head and tightens his arm around your waist.

“Sorry,” you apologize. “Want to go watch Buffy the Vampire Slayer? You’re going to love Giles.”

“I’ve been shot, attacked by vampires, and had to dig through an urn to find illegal street drugs today, and you’re going to suggest we watch that?”

“You said you wanted to know who Buffy chooses.”

“I want to know what you are choosing,” Tim says, his eyes dropping quickly to your lips.

“I think you know,” you answer, laying your palm against his cheek. “But let’s try this without the fangs and I’ll let you know for sure.”

“Getting shot in the throat hurt less.”

You roll your eyes and push yourself against Tim’s chest to kiss him again. He might be quiet and mysterious at times, but you and he both know, in this moment, that he’s all you’ll ever want.

[priceoftheduchess]

bite at the hand that feeds

john price x southern dentist!reader

cw) intimate, fluff, john price being a charming bastard, op is not a dentist! :P, this is not proofread!!, smut adjacent!

inspired by @rosegolden13’s dentist!reader fic!

Walking into your waiting room after doing a children’s cleaning to find a large, rugged man sitting in a chair reading a magazine was not really on today’s bingo card. Reading your chart, you see his name — or what must be his name — among others.

“John Price?”

He stands. Bingo! He stands, and Jesus Christ, why is he so large?

He’s dwarfing you as he follows you to the little room you work in, and you’re not even really sure he can fit in it. He’s casual but sophisticated all the same. A navy button down, unbuttoned at the top to accommodate him and the sleeves rolled up. Some jeans and a simple pair of worn work boots. His hair is all around peppered with grey hairs and he honestly looks delicious.

You smile at him as you slip into some new gloves and grab yourself a fresh surgical mask.

“Go ahead and sit down, and get comfortable for me,” You instruct him. You have the sweetest little Southern belle accent and he’s positively all over it.

“Yes ma’am,” his voice is gruff and British? Why is he here?

“You ain’t from here, is you?” You ask him softly, and he shakes his head with a lazy smile.

“No, ma’am. Herefordshire, originally. Meeting with some associates down here in Texas, and realized this mornin’ I’d chipped a tooth somewhere down the line.” He explains, and now you actually see it. One of his teeth behind his canines, chipped at the point.

“Poor baby,” you joke softly at him. “Open up and let me check that out for you. I’ll also offer you a free cleaning, if that’s something you’re interested in.” He nods, giving you another smile that melts your heart.

He opens his mouth after you clip a piece of thin fabric over his shirt. You gently poke around his mouth with your fingers and inspect the chipped tooth.

“I’m goin’ to wiggle it, sugar. I need you to tell me if it hurts or not.” You explain and he nods. You gently move the tooth back and forth and he shakes his head.

“Good, that means there’s very minor damage.” You smile softly and sterilize some tools to begin filling in the tooth. “You ain’t got no clue on how you done this?” You ask, even though you’re actively in his mouth, and he shrugs.

You finish the tooth quite quickly. “All good. You want me to clean your teeth while you’re here? Free of charge.” He smiles and nods.

“Yes ma’am.” You smile and continue working, gently drilling away at some plaque and checking the general health of the rest of his teeth.

“I’m goin’ to floss your teeth now. This can get kinda invasive, especially with the back teeth, so fair warning.”

He chuckles gruffly. “Ain’t nothin’ invasive when you’re as gorgeous as you are.” He remarks, almost nonchalantly, and you feel your face heat up, thankful for your mask.

“You hush. I done told you I ain’t goin’ to charge you for the cleanin’,” you shake your head, preparing a strand of floss. “No need to butter me up, sweet pea.” And he chuckles again, a hearty, gruff sound that warms your entire body.

You finish the cleaning, catching yourself smiling at his earlier comment and when you’re done, he sits up slowly and rolls his shoulders back while you remove the bib.

“Thanks, dove.” He says and he runs his tongue over his teeth, way too sensual for your professionalism. You trash your gloves and your used mask.

“Feel good?” You ask and he nods with a wink.

“Yes ma’am. Now, why don’t I get you some dinner while I’m still in town?”

Anti-fraternization rules and alarms go off everywhere. Don’t sleep with your patient! echoes softly in your mind. But his smile is just so charming and he’s adjusting his clothes that have shifted and oh, God, that color looks great on him.

“Why not?” You shrug, trying not to smile like an idiot. He ends up making you both dinner at his temporary, quaint little apartment that he’s renting — because you refuse to call it his flat — and it’s just as delicious as he is. You chide him softly for drinking wine when you cleaned his teeth just yesterday and he smiles at you, figuring he’ll have to visit America more often. Free healthcare be damned.

You help him wash dishes, and he’s flashing you that stupid grin that he’s got and somehow, when you’re on your back, bare as the day you were born, listening to John as he praises you gruffly six ways to Sunday… you’re not sure that you care about anti-fraternization.

He finishes with his head in the crook of your neck, and collapses beside you. “Too beyond my age to be doing all that, dove,” he chuckles gruffly and cleans you softly with a wet rag before turning off the lights and rolling into bed.

“Bless your heart,” you scratch lightly at his arm, flashing him a lazy grin.

“See you in the morning?” He asks as he rolls over.

“Absolutely, sugar.” And you fall asleep to his soft snoring.

[megpricephotography]

Today, I had to go to the vets & collect new meds for Flynn. I was asked to sign a form before paying . Why? Cause Flynn's a special dog, who now has to take CAT medicine!! (Hideously expensive cat medicine - although, to be fair, for little kitty-cats it'd last 3+ months, for Flynn more like 3-4 weeks!)

The health issue Flynn has is actually more common in felines than canines (For those who've not seen my prev posts - Flynn only has one kidney. Unfortunately, his kidney has become increasingly "leaky". As a result, Flynn's now losing significant amounts of protein in his pee & that's not good at all for a few reasons). Currently, there's only 1 type of medication (Fortekor) licensed to treat the problem in dogs. Flynn tried that in Dec & it appeared to make him feel unwell & didn't seem very effective. Semintra is only licensed for use in cats but can be prescribed off label for dogs. It's a good job Flynn can't read cause he's scared of cats & he'd be none too pleased to know he's taking stuff meant for them!

Recent research on dogs shows Selmintra may actually be the most effective treatment option - better than the more commonly used Fortekor. However, very rarely, it can have scary side-effects - in cats & dogs. Vet & I feel potential benefits outweigh the risks at this point but I am nervous & will remain so until we go for a check-up, including lab work, in 2 weeks (end of Jan).

Anyway, please think good thoughts for dear Flynnie... I can't deny, I'm pretty worried about him. In himself, he thankfully seems to be feeling mostly OK for now but we need to get a handle on his condition as soon as possible.

[darkwood-sleddog]

things that the united states could do to prevent the spread of rabies & other diseases in canines that is not resorting to restricting dog importation to dogs above 6 months of age:

fund more low cost vaccination clinics across the country. this alone would do more than anything else on this list.

require that all municipalities/states require dog registration where a rabies vaccine is required (this is already the case in a majority of the united states). Additionally require additional vaccinations like dog influenza, and distemper (diseases that have been confirmed brought to the united states by dogs imported by rescue organizations). In my State part of the cost of dog registration goes to funding low cost veterinary services for those in need. Increased registration would provide increased resources for those needing low cost vaccination.

Fund and provide more resources for municipalities to enforce dog registration. Currently this is entirely on the budget of municipalities and in small communities enforcement officers are untrained volunteers with a small stipend because that's what we can afford. this needs to change.

set up a pet passport program with land bordering countries like Canada and Mexico for easier land traveling for PERSONAL, PRIVATELY OWNED pets with a well documented history.

I would also accept an actual veterinary check at border crossings over the 6 month rule seeing as whenever I have imported dogs whoever checks my documentation has been very blaise about looking at the actual dog. A veterinary check could prevent (some, but likely not all) untruthful situations and try to ensure the dog's age and health match any passport documentation. Note that I don't feel this is ideal, but would 1.) create jobs at crossings and import points and 2.) may prevent some of falsified paperwork dogs from crossing if that truly is such a concern.

Forgive student loans of veterinary students and provide resources and funding for veterinary scholarships. Veterinarians in the United States are at high risk of suicide and the industry is at a breaking point with many vets not taking new clients due to lack of resources. This prevents vaccination for many people. Forgiving existing loans and providing increased scholarships will ensure an influx of people new to the industry are not struggling and will also be more likely to stay in the industry.

Have clearly laid out containment agreement and importation exceptions from rabies free countries and not rely on a chat bot to answer people's importation questions with any nuance.

[mjso-soupp]

Subaru Headcanons

shitty headcanons for my fav vampire bcs i haven’t updated my fic 😍

Around you: Now I don't think he would necessarily be shy, but more afraid to embarrass himself around you. He’d check himself more than usual, making sure his face wasn’t bright red whenever you held onto him tightly around his brothers, or make sure he didn’t stutter when your eyes looked more doe than usual.

Belly: He probably eats a lot, like a real teenage boy. He doesn’t have a favorite food so he just eats whatever he finds in the kitchen, and that includes lots of snacking since he doesn’t feel the need to make a meal that would actually fill him. He’d rather just wait til some food pops up to eat it.

Clothes: His wardrobe consists mainly of black, white or some other dark color. I like to think he wears one of those compression shirts to bed or under his jackets. He definitely keeps old clothes too because he thinks it ‘matches his vibe’. Due to his strength, if he was late for school one day, he probably tore a hole in his shirt from pulling it violently over his head in a hurry.

Dating: I dont think it’s him that has much trouble snagging a girl— definitely not. It’s what he does AFTER snagging a girl that confuses him, because, what now? He’s awkward because of his self destructive self image so all he can really think about is, “Will she really stay with me?” Or “When will this be over?” But I don’t think he’s much of a dater, more like hoping to just pop up on the ‘one’ some day (Which seems inevitable because he never leaves his coffin).

Excess: It’s a good thing he’s an albino because this man probably grows so much hair, like peach fuzz all along his body. His character design obviously shows he’s an albino but his eyebrows probably have a thin shape made up of long hairs he doesn’t care to pluck because they don’t really show. He also has a long full head of hair that in the art shows red undertones.

Eye contact (Bonus): Since he’s an albino, his eyes twitch and that leaves more reason for him not being able to hold eye contact. He subconsciously looks away and focuses on inanimate objects rather than the person directly in front him.

Fangs: This man was blessed with a strong pair of fangs. They show the most out of the other brothers when he speaks or eats. He wouldn’t so much as take pride in this but focuses on why having such sharp canines is much more of a nuisance to him, like accidentally biting his cheek while chewing.

Grooming: He doesn’t smell bad, everyone has their own scent and his is strong with musk and soap. Probably uses a bar of soap for his body and face, then follows up with whatever shampoo appeared in his shower that day. Whenever he brushes his hair with no care whatsoever, he just brushes til he can’t feel a tug on his hair from the brissels. Doesn’t matter if he brushed it out of place, it’ll fall back later.

Health: I guess in the long run this doesn’t matter since he’s a vampire, but he probably has some unhealthy habits. He definitely smokes or has smoked cigarettes. His relationship with drugs is inconclusive. But I like to think that his relationship with Kou has something to do with Kou’s potential past addiction(?) They probably bonded over that.

Intelligence: Being alive for years means something has stuck to him. He’s more street smart than book smart though, he doesn’t really pay attention in school (RIP Subaru you would’ve loved chat gpt). He forgets how to find the circumference of a circle but knows how to kill someone in one swift motion(?)

Jaded: Subaru’s probably tired of the whole madonna or mistress dynamic. Why can’t he have both? He wouldn’t necessarily want someone to dominate him but more so have someone who can keep up with him, less work for him you know? He already has a bad relationship with the idea of a woman on his side. Why does he have to choose between a woman to accompany him in his dreams (Madonna) or a woman who helps him fulfill his desires(Mistress)?

Kinks: Definitely into some sort of knife play, choking or really anything that exerts his dominance over you.

Laugh: He doesn’t really laugh but when he does it’s mostly a scoff or a chuckle. Maybe if something really is funny to him he might laugh for more than a second but that’s really it. His laugh isn’t loud but it’s more like really low and deep so it comes out louder than he wants it too so he’ll get embarrassed.

Mature: Subaru’s definitely one of the more mature brothers. Dealing with his mother’s mental illness and instability at a young age really rocked him, he grew up way too fast. This is genuinely the reason as to why he doesn’t like children or doesn’t like to associate himself with them. He truly believes he’ll ‘ruin’ them and ruin their childhood like he had his ruined.

Nature: He loves it. He doesn’t admit it though because he tries to be hard. (These are misogynistic vampires after all..) In anger he likes to rip and tear petals off flowers but feels bad after, just another thing to add onto his list of things he’s corrupted. He takes care of the rose garden in his free time.

Open-minded: Considering his personality (Edgy, angsty, rule breaker) I think he’s in the middle. He’s definitely more open then Reiji, Carla and other more superior brothers, but he’s not as open as Laito. Maybe to societal norms he’s more open but to sexual topics he’s closed and private about.

Personality: He’s rude, like, really rude. How he acts with you depends on your relationship though: If you’re more well acquainted (in terms of Subaru acquainted) he’s probably rude and likes to insult you through jokes, but if you’re more romantically involved it’s less subtle (He’s still throwing insults, just at a less) He’s probably really funny without meaning to be. More so if he says something and his brothers turn it into a whole different embarrassing topic making him turn red and everyone laughing at him. He’s of course, the definition of ultraviolence, and probably wants to get into being a gym rat but isn’t that motivated.

Quirks: Has so many. He likes to cover his left eye with his hair, but brushes it out of his face over and over again. His pale hands that are bruised and beaten make him stand out also, he likes to pick at his nails too. When he’s in a bad mood, his legs bounce annoyingly, making his boots click repeatedly. When a shirt is a little too tight, he stretches it out but rips it in the process (He’ll still wear it.)

Romantic: Well he’s not materialistic.. he doesn’t lay rose petals everywhere, open a bottle of champagne while sharing a five-star hotel with you. He’s more likely to stay in and just spend time with you one to one. He definitely tries to be more affectionate at times but it just seems awkward to him.

Smells: Probably doesn’t enjoy super sugary smells like vanilla or caramel. He likes to smell lightweight floral or mature scents on a woman, sweet smells don’t taste good on your skin. For a man, he likes to smell very strong cologne, it’s just satisfying to him for some reason.

Touch: Is a hugger. He loves hugging you from the back and wrapping his arms around your shoulders. Also is a kisser(?) He’s always kissing you DEEPLY. It’s a shocker lol, but he definitely enjoys some sort of connection with you.

Unique: His appearance, overall that’s pretty much what everyone notices at first. Considering his mom was a ‘white rose’, his way of standing out from the other brothers is his soft color palette clashing with dark fabrics that are ripped. I really do believe his eyes are the next thing that are unique because of how much they tremble.

Vocal: Maybe, in the chance you get him to open up to you, he would talk for hours. He would talk about what he thinks about his life, his brothers and why he feels the way about himself. He would speak about his mother in a soft delicate manner but go bitter right after and go quiet.

Water: He didn’t have exactly the best time in the pacific ocean after destroying that statue, so it’s a no. He’s obviously very clean but prefers quick showers and doesn’t like waiting for the bath to fill up with water.

Xanax: He def needs a xanny.

Yucks: He doesn’t like seafood, (although he would eat ayato’s takoyakis in the blink of an eye) Doesn’t like school, at all. Doesn’t like hyper pop music, or just like pop in general. Likes shoes that are easy to slip on, his boots are molded to his feet. So church shoes that require you to wear nice socks and tie them are a no for him.

Zzz: He loves to sleep, he genuinely enjoys sleeping in his tight coffin every night. He goes to sleep late on school days so he can easily sleep through lectures and such, but loves going to sleep early on weekends so he can rest for a couple more hours.

[pokemonranch]

( @lasslilly ) so i recently came into ownership of Scrunkle, he is an elderly absol and he wants to battle and since I'm a new battler I'm willing to let him but I'm nervous that even if wants to he might have limitations in his old age so before I let him help me take on some other new trainers on my way to my second badge I figured I'd ask you since you seem to be an expert

Oh my Arc... He is scrunkly indeed...

Usually, for canine 'mons such as Absol, their old age affects their joints and legs the most. Check on him to see if he experiences any level of pain after combat and for any stiff movements on his back legs.

Depending on his level of experience, there's a chance that he might not be able to participate in high-level competitive combats, as his reflexes won't be as good and will be getting hit more often. Future sight is not very helpful if you cannot evade an attack anyway!

I see on the picture he's also a long-haired Brees as well. Make sure to brush him often; once they get older, Absols tend to neglect self-grooming. 'Sides that, and with a good health checkup, he should be good 'nough for battles!

[thisisjustfanfic]

Cleaning up the Timeline

{You and Rafayel have a sleepover....there's very little sleeping.}

Read on ao3.

Tags: Reader/L&DS Men, Romance, Possessive Behavior, NS!FW, Rafayel has a strong nose, and even stronger fingers. SLight!Somn0

Chapter 9: Sleepover

Evening comes and you’re snuggled in bed. The light from the windows dimmed by sheer curtains and the sounds of the outside world completely lost to you.

Your phone was practically useless most of the time. Receiving messages at odd intervals, hours after they’d been sent. It sat in your bedside table, off, because the screen kept turning in randomly.

Your dreams are filled with sensations, though images seem to escape you. You can feel the warm skin and calloused fingers as they wind together, but can’t see them. Like your sight had been plucked from you, all only fragments of your other senses remained. 

The scent of sea salt and fresh air met you as lips dragged down the back of your neck, teeth biting down on your nape as hips slapped against yours. The pain from their canines only heightening the intense pleasure of their cock sliding inside. 

A shift and their body was gone— replaced with hands on your hips, digging tightly into your flesh as you used your trembling thighs to slide up and down. You could hear their pants, their pleas for mercy but no matter how hard you tried—- you couldn’t decipher who it was.

Frustrating in more ways than one, and the shards of dreams dissolved into the ether when a knock at your door drew you into lucidity.

Groggily you sit up, wondering if the knock had been real or just another part of the dream. But it came again, a little louder this time, and you groaned into your pillow.

On unsteady feet, you went to the door and opened it, a sleepy looking Rafayel leaning against the frame. He smiled when he saw you— soft but eager.

“Rafayel?” You mumbled out, forcing yourself to wake up enough to question him, “What are you doing here?”

“I had another bad dream.” Rafayel said with the most exaggerated pout and sad eyes. You’re surprised he didn’t stick out his bottom lip and flutter his long lashes at you, he was laying it on so thick.

“And?” You hum, rubbing at your dry eyes, “Did you want me to check under your bed or something?”

“Can I stay here for the night? Please?” Rafayel asked sweetly, but was already pressing into your room mid sentence.

“Really?” You croaked, “If you want a cuddle just say that. Lying is bad for your health you know.”

You mean it as a joke, hoping he’d take the hint and back away, but he doesn’t. He tilts his head and leans in, “It’s not a lie. I did have a bad dream and I want cuddles. Is that so bad?”

You sigh, hoping he doesn’t notice the red in your face in the darkness. (He does.) You turn back to your bed, too eager to get back to sleep to try and argue with him. If there’s one thing you’ve learned about Rafayel, it’s that there’s not much point in arguing with him when he wants something.

It doesn’t hurt that cuddles sound nice too, and you’d slept so good the last time he’d been there so why not?

“Don’t hog the blankets.” You warn as you step aside and let him in. He grins and pats your head, closing the door shut behind him.

He beats you to the bed, practically jumping onto the free side and climbing beneath the blankets. “As if I could.”

You let out another sigh as you climb into bed, sliding beneath the blankets which are still warm from your body heat. You’ve barely settled against the pillow before a hand snakes around your waist and roughly pulls you back against a solid chest. You wheeze a little as the breath is squeezed out of you, and then turn your head to glare at your assailant– who’s already pretending to be asleep. 

Though you want to argue, you decide against it. It’s hardly the most scandalous thing you’ve done these past few days, and what’s wrong with a little cuddling? It can even be considered platonic. You would consider it platonic, but something squirming in your chest debates otherwise. 

“I can feel you overthinking again.” Rafayel’s lips move against your ear, letting you feel the words almost more than you hear them.

“I’m not.” You whisper, turning back to face away from him, head sinking into the pillow. The windows across from you let in the light from the distant, bustling city. A soft, almost lunar glow. 

“Don’t worry so much,” Rafayel hums squeezing his arms in a teddy-bear hug, “Makes you stink.”

You jerk a little, “I don’t stink.”

A feathery laugh jostles the both of you as it leaves Rafayel’s chest, “No, not really. But when you think too much, you get stressed. And it smells like metal. Like copper and salt.”

You frown and shake your head, “That’s weird. You’re weird.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Rafayel replies, “I think you’ve told me that before.”

“Go to sleep,” You whisper, feeling much to aware of how much of you is pressed against him. It feels different to when Xavier had you pressed from stem to stern. He’d actually been asleep, and not just pretending, and so sinking into him felt like relaxing into a pool of feathers and wooly down. 

Rafayel was not asleep, and so every nerve ending that touched him buzzed. Humming like the plucked string of a harp. 

He sighs and shifts a little, moving his hips more firmly against yours as he nuzzles his head into the pillow. “I am.”

That’s the last thing spoken, at least for a little while. Being in a city, there’s never really silence. An occasional car will pass by, casting reflections of its headlight across your ceiling through the cracks in the curtains. The hum of the central heating kicks on, and then off. A symphony of racket that combines into a familiar song.

The breathing in your ear is the melody. The final touch which sends your body submitting into decadent sleep. Drifting through tidepools of clear slumber. 

You’re swimming in that thick in-between between sleep and awake when Rafayel hums again, a deep content sound. He presses his nose into your hair and inhales, which you only register because it's followed by the silken press of lips to the shell of your ear.

“I like this scent much better,” Rafayel purrs, his hands pressing into the soft flesh of your stomach and drifting, moving without purpose, like the mindless push and pull of the tide. “Sleepy…and…sweet. Like strawberries…”

His words slink like a serpent into your sleep-addled mind, simultaneously lulling you further into oblivion with his syrupy tone and rattled into wakefulness with the heat in his words. 

All you manage is a soft, placating noise of acknowledgement. Your hands, which had been outstretched in front of you, pull inward, and your knees pull up a bit. Curling up into a tighter ball. 

“How can you still be…” Rafayel’s voice is more hoarse this time, and he flattens his right hand against your bellybutton and presses down, forcing your back to straighten and drawing you out of your curl. With a firm hand at the hemline of your sleep shorts, he presses you back to where you were before. Hip to hip. His breath stutters as you press back into him and feel the prominent hardness he ruts into you. “S-So…good.”

Your mind is still swimming, but in the most delightful way. Eased into a floaty, warm headspace by the heady shift of his hips and the tentative drag of his fingers. 

“Can I?” He rasps as he presses his nose to the pulse point behind your ear, quickly replacing it with his lips, pushing into you more. His pulse is fast and pounding, and his desperation to taste tempered only by the lack of permission. “Can I…please?”

You’re not even really sure what he’s begging for. But he’s begging. His voice a thready whine that wraps around you like a hangman's noose, making you lose the ability to breathe until you give in to him. It strangles you, the feeling of needing him. His plea falls like a command from a god, and you're nothing but a willing, lowly, supplicant. 

You nod and his breathing catches. A sharp intense inhale as his body jerks like a rubber band snapping. His hips press hotly into your ass, pushing the manifestation of his desire into you. Rutting through fabric that is quickly growing more and more irritating. 

At your silent permission, his tongue is immediately at your neck. Teeth nipping and lips latching to kiss and suck mark after mark wherever he can reach. His hand at your waist, pulls up, but only enough to slide his long, agile fingers beneath your shorts and underwear, sliding the demoniacal serpent in the garden of eden to where you’re wet and wanting. 

You gasp as his fingers slide against the seam of wetness, and the moan he lets out stutters as his middle finger finds how utterly soaked you are. Like a man rendered speechless at the gift you bestowed him, all for him. Are you really like this for him? He’s barely touched you. Such a devoted girl, responding to him perfectly. 

You don’t realize that it’s his voice in your ear muttering such utter filth and not your own thoughts. Not until he groans and presses his middle and ring finger harder against you. Finding your twitchy and hot. He explores the dewy region you’ve so graciously granted him access to, and he takes his time. 

It’s feather-light. It’s maddening. It’s not enough and he knows it, because you’re panting and whining. Rolling your hips down and back, trying to get him to touch you properly. 

The low, rumbling laugh in your ear, shoots like an arrow down your spine. His amusement at your delirious pursuit of pleasure only makes your hips jerk sharper. 

“Let me take my time,” He mumbles into you, no room for argument. “I’ve waited for this, so you can too.”

“P-please–” You gasp, the first word you’ve been cognizant enough to say, and it croaks out of you. Followed quickly by a string of high pitch whines and gasping breaths. You’re an instrument, a paintbrush. A tool that his fingers seem to know too well, stoked like a fire into a fever pitch.

Rafayel grunts when you slide just right against his cock, even through the clothing the heat of him is scorching, and you want to make him feel as mind-numbingly good as you are. 

With a soft growl he nips your earlobe, a sting of pain making you startle but also a spark of spineless pleasure right to your cunt. He’s swirling his fingers around your clit now, pressing hard enough to make you see stars and then backing off. “Be good for me, princess.”

You’re not sure if this is a reward or a punishment. You’re trying to be good, to do whatever it is that he wants if it keeps his hands on you. 

You’re getting close, rising up and and up and up, and the profane sounds of his fingers on your clit fill the room. Squelching, slippery sounds that Rafayel groans in reply to. 

Struck by the sudden desire to kiss him, you tilt your head to the side, mouth open and panting and searching for him. He growls and surges forward, using his free hand to push your neck into a painful tilt so he can press his lips to yours. 

He consumes you. Inhales your breath and swallows the noises you make. Nothing is left for anything else. He’d hoard your scent from the very air itself if he could. 

You break away to breathe, gasping for breath and try to twist more into him. He snarls– an animal sound that make you gasp as his fingers leave you. 

In a sudden flurry of movement, Rafayel throws the blankets away and onto the floor at the foot of the bed. He shifts to roll you onto your back, leaning over you to press your lips to his in a n open mouth, delirious kiss. His hands don’t stop even in the midst of the kiss. They yank down your shorts and panties, throwing them carelessly across the room and then moving to remove your shirt as well. 

You follow his movement. He’s the lead in this dance and you’re one step behind him. Skin bared he takes a moment to drink in the sight of you. He’s kneeling between your legs, hands gripping onto your thighs and sliding upwards. A strangled, half-repressed sound leaves him as his eyes rake up and down your exposed body. 

You reach for him, and he meets you halfway. Pressing another fiery kiss to your lips and he slides his hands back down to your hips, pressing his still wet fingers back to the apex of your thighs. He doesn’t hesitate to return to his circling fingertips, moving faster and harder than before. 

You collapse as pleasure grips you, falling against the pillows. Rafayel’s jaw is tight and his eyes burn. “That’s it, princess.” He praises you, and you lift your hips to meet his fingers, “Fuck, yes. Move your hips– that’s it  cutie. So good.”

He’s spread his knees apart to keep your hips elevated, and slides his fingers down to  press them inside you. Hooking them to press against the soft, squishy part of your insides that makes your vision darken. You squirm away from his hand, overwhelmed by the feeling and instinctively moving away from the intensity of it. 

“Uh uh,” Rafayerl reprimands. His voice is hushed but deadly and the hand that isn’t driving into you grabs a handful of your hip to keep you in place, “Don’t run from me, princess. Stay right there. Let me– fuck, yes–  Let me hear you.”

You do. Later, you’ll realize that the whole house can hear you, but right now isn’t about them. Nothing else exists except for this. Except for Rafayel and his magical figures. A maestro conducting his orchestra. 

Through heavy-lidded eyes you look up at him, at the absolutely wrecked expression on his face. Equal parts rage and desire, and for a moment you swear his cheekbones shimmer. Sweat probably, but somehow still ethereal. A trick of the light conjured by your misfiring brain because you also swear you see something deep red burn like the flicker of a candle flame over his chest. Peeking out from the collar of his sleep-shirt.

“I can feel you squeezing me,” Rafayel groans, “You gonna’ come for me. Yeah…yeah you are. That’s it. Ngh– oh, god. That’s it. Good girl. Good girl. Come for me. C’mon , princess, let me see it.”

Ever the obedient servant, you obey his command. Clenching around his fingers and cumming around them. You grip onto his wrist as you writhe, riding his hand as much as you can with his hand on your waist. 

Rafayel watches with rapt attention, searing the vision of you into his mind. The minute you start to come down from your effervescent high he’s over you again. Your legs around his waist and his chest pressed against yours. You squeal as your overly sensitive clit rubs against his pant, but he swallows the noise. Kissing you again and again. 

“So good,” He praises as you catch your breath, slowly  and gradually lessening the heat in his kisses until he’s peppering little sugar-sweet pecks across your face, your neck, your chest. He sighs against your skin and sits up, “You did so well.”

You swallow and try not to sound winded, “Can I?” You start but have to pant again before continuing, “Can I touch you?”

Rafayel’s shoulders shake with a warm laugh and he shakes his head. “Not necessary.”

Pushing yourself up onto your elbows you look at him with such a needy expression that his ears turn red, “I want to. Please.”

Rafayel laughs, a little more sheepishly this time. “I…I already– ah, I couldn’t help myself. It’s your fault really. It’s been a while, and seeing you…”

You can’t help but glance down at his crotch, stunned. His voice drifts off and you catch his drift. Where you expect to see a hard, aching bulge,  you see a prominent wet spot on the soft fabric of his sweatpants. 

“Oh.” You say lamely, a shiver running up your spine that he notices. 

“Let me clean you up,” He says, jumping off the bed as his face turns a deeper shade of red. 

Rafayel proceeds to clean you up. He doesn’t let you get up, asking which drawers are for what until you’re redressed in completely new clothes– even a fresh pair of undies. Hew tucks you into the blankets and strokes your hair, mumbling about cleaning himself up before he leaves the room. 

You’re half asleep when he returns, but the sound of the door reminds your drifting mind that you were waiting for him. 

When you reach your hands out to him, meeting him halfway as he climbs into your bed, Rafayel sighs into the embrace. He tucks you against him, pressing as much as he can against you and finally really settling into it. 

“I don’t want to overthink it,” You confess to him. He reaches up to run his thumb across your cheek. “But I don’t want to mess up either.”

“Impossible,” Rafayel whispers, sounding so fond it makes your heart ache. “I can’t speak for the others,” He takes another breath, “But I’d forgive you for anything, I think.”

You laugh at his absurdity, but something in your chest aches. “That’s not true. I’m sure there’s something I could do to get you to hate me.”

You’re not sure why you press it, but Rafayel doesn’t bite. He presses a kiss into your hair and sighs again sleepily, “You could crush my heart, kill my body, and I would still…still forgive you.”

His voice is barely a whisper, and you're struck so dumb by his words that you don’t reply. You let his devotion float in the air around you, wrapping around your heart like barbed wire. It hurts to hear, and you’re not sure. 

You want to argue, but he’s already snoring. And so you close your eyes, holding onto him a bit tighter– wondering why you feel so sad when you do.

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You’re surprised Rafayel is still there when you wake up, and surprised more when its not painfully awkward. Your alarm sounds, and it’s like a practised routine. He squeezes you tight and then reluctantly lets you go, rolling over onto his own side of the bed as you sit up and check your phone. 

There’s a few texts to read. 

I can hear you all the way in the basement. 🐱 I wonder who could be making you sound like that? Or are you alone?

Sylus’ text makes your gut clench and your face turn bright red. No way he heard you in the basement. You might be loud, but you’re not that loud. He’s such a tease sometimes, and you dread the stupid, knowing smirk that’ll be on his face when you see him next. 

Are you alright? - From Xavier

Oh, I see. You’re not injured. - From Xavier

I have a mission coming up. I expect my turn before I leave. - From Xavier. 

Xavier’s three messages span over an hour as he slowly came to the realization of what’d you been up to. Your poor tummy twists again,  and desire curls again like a venomous snake. Sylus taunting you is one thing– the two of you teetering around the other with so much tension it could turn into fighting or fucking. Xavier, on the other hand, is so direct. Demanding his turn with such bluntness. You imagine Xavier in Rafayel’s place, plying you with his fingers you have to bite your lip. 

For some reason, your mind imagines Xavier as so much rougher. His movements are still precise, but brutal, coupled with a resounding smack to your ass whenever he thinks you’re not focusing enough on him. 

Where did that come from?

There’s nothing from Zayne, which is both a relief and a disappointment.

The last text stuns you. 

Hey! Where are you!? I’ve been trying to call you a thousand times, what happened?????? I came back from a mission and you’re gone! And your apartment is empty! Please call me! 

Tara’s text is frantic and missing the usual overuse of emojis. You rise from the bed and go to the bathroom, Rafayel sighing into his pillow the only sign he’s still there as you close the door behind you. 

You quickly call Tara, guilt eating at you as it rings. Once. Twice.

“Oh my god! It’s you!” Tara squeals from the other line, an odd series of beeps sounding before her voice which you dismiss as your buggy phone’s death knell. “Thank god! I was so worried! I was an hour away from starting to call hospitals!”

“I’m fine, Tara, I’m fine!” You assure as quietly but firmly as you can. “I didn’t mean to worry you. Captain Jenna put me on leave, and then my landlord found out and kicked me out. It’s complicated but I’m fine.”

Tara exhales a heavy sigh of relief, “I know you’ve been struggling lately, and I was worried….” She pauses, “I guess I was worried you might have done something. You didn’t…you didn’t do anything to yourself right?”

Your heart stops, “No, no! I wouldn’t– I mean, No. I didn’t do anything. I was in the dumps a little when Jenna put me on leave, but I’m okay now.”

Tara’s concern makes you nauseous. You know you’d been in a bad place, but had it really been that bad? It makes you reconsider why Jenna might have put you on leave, maybe she was worried you’d hurt yourself…it wasn’t unheard of. Hunters who chose death-by-Wanderer. 

“Where are you staying?” Tara asks sweetly, “You know you can come stay with me, yeah? I promise I’ll clean before you get there!”

You laugh lightly but then grimace. Her offer is genuine, everything about Tara is genuine. Should you consider it? You’d be out of the boys’ hair, and could maybe convince Jenna to give you your job back. 

Looking at the closed bathroom door, your heart sinks. Rationally, you know you should want to leave. You should want to return to your normal life, your normal apartment, and your semi-normal job of Hunting. 

But you don’t want to, and the realization of that makes you feel dizzy. “No,” You say before your mind has fully caught up, “I’ve got a place to stay. I’m good, I promise.”

“Well, call me when you can, ok?” Tara insists, “I’ve been fighting Jenna all morning for you. I can’t believe she would do that to you.”

“She wasn’t wrong for it,” You sigh, “I wasn’t performing up to standards. Besides, the break has been…enlightening.”

Tara is quiet for a moment, like she’s choosing her words carefully, “You’re coming back, right?”

“Yeah, of course! I worked too hard to give it all up. I love being a Hunter, I’m just…I just needed to clear my head that’s all. I’ll send the Captain a message and see what I need to do to come back, okay?”

You hear Tara’s cheery squeal crackle through the phone, “Oh good! When are you free? We need to meet up! How about karaoke? Or we could go dancing?”

You laugh softly, “Karaoke sounds fun. I’ve got a side-gig I’m doing right now and so I only have Sundays free. Oh, but not this coming Sunday…so next Sunday?”

Tara hums happily, “Next Sunday it is. I’ll text you. Don’t ever go off grid-like that again ok?”

“I promise. It won’t happen again.” You say apologetically, “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Just don’t do it again and you’re  forgiven!” Tara says in mock reproach, “I gotta go, text me ok?”

“I will, see ya.” You bid and the line goes dead. You sigh and set your phone on the counter, watching as the screen flickers off and then back on. The recent calls turned into the home screen and then back again. Damn, glitchy thing. 

You get ready for the rest of the day. It’s Saturday, and you need to work on laundry. Not to mention the pantry could use a reorganization. Your going through a mental list of things as you get dress, barely thinking about the man asleep in your bed. He doesn’t rouse at all as you move around, and you don’t bother him until your set to leave your room.

You gently touch his hair, moving the curled amaranthine strands from his resting face and then press your palm to the side of his face, “Rafayel?”

His brow pinches and he whines, turning away and digging his face into the pillow petulantly

“I’m heading downstairs.” You tell him, “I’ll see you later, ok?”

He mumbles something incoherent into the down of the pillow and you can only smile. It feels a little bittersweet to leave him in your room, but also kind of scandalous. Like he’s your little secret that everyone happens to know about. 

You shoot Tara a message to tell her you’re excited and aren’t surprised when it takes an age to send. Added onto your list is to have someone look at your phone, Sylus seems handy. Maybe you’ll ask him tomorrow.

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[mostofmyfriendsaredogs]

January 2025 Rescue Update - All Dog Stuff

Rory's 13th Gotcha Day happened, bringing his estimated age to 14 years old. Aside from dental issues, he is in perfect health. Snowstorms saw the smaller dogs struggling to navigate the changing terrain... but we had such a lovely time together! The power went out a couple times, for a total of about 24 hours. The cabin was alive with flickering candlelight and we enjoyed cozying up together.

Puddle's tooth was removed around the beginning of the month. She needs antibiotics and then a major dental workup. I'm scrambling to re-establish stable employment. I haven't gone 24 hours without applying for a job since late last Fall. Donnie is working harder than ever. We've fallen behind on very necessary vetting.

Daily focus is placed on shaping healthy behaviors and the dogs are trained in short, frequent bursts. Our journey is to build joy and confidence that empowers each dog to be a perfect canine best friend. Behavior is communication. Dog walks start between 9am and 10am with up to 4.5 hours between. Ultimately the weather and their individual needs determine how this goes. As a great trainer often says, "you make the plan but the dog sets the pace." Our last walk at 10pm or later and the majority of the dogs will be crated for the night. I cannot understate how hard Donnie and I work to avoid just letting the dogs out and we never just leave a dog outside unsupervised. The dogs enjoy a daily meal with food rewards and puzzles throughout and the cats are free fed. I think this is best, unless your cat has specific needs or difficulty maintaining a healthy weight. Biweekly (ishh) I give each dog their nail trimmin, groom them, baths if necessary, and give their crate/bed an aggressive cleaning. Obviously there's a lot of maintenance and a fuck ton of cleaning in between, but this is essentially how I structure my month. Every Saturday, errbody gets physical examination to stay ahead of any issues. You will need your warm hands, adequate lighting, and more importantly than anything: patience. Once I'm sure my dog or cat is relaxed, I gently inspect their face. At this time I am paying special attention to their eyes and surrounding tissues. Is anything pale or inflamed, for example? Once I'm satisfied that everything's kosher on the surface I take my attention to the inside and the delicate folds of the ears. If nothing's icky or weird I look closely at the nose and take a peek (remember gently) at their teeth and gums. If it's all good in the hood, we'll finish up by checking on the feet and toes. Note:Whenever I do nails, I trim excess fur from the feet. This makes the whole foot inspection bit go waaay more smoothly. Dharma passed away on January 26. It is with extreme grief that I write. I am devastated. I intend to honor her by being the person she always saw when she looked at me. It’s difficult to go on. I’ll always love her so much. We did everything together. Eat, sleep, walk, play, everything… and my life was far richer for it. 💔

[smolvenger]

The Boat in the Water: A Beauty and the Beast Story (Loki x Stella Ransome, An MCU/The Essex Serpent Crossover Multi-Part) Part Six

Fic Summary: Having lost her health and her husband's fidelity and love, Stella has nothing more to lose than her life. Then...she is swept away to another realm, to an enchanted castle. A castle whose master is a god...a god with a striking resemblance to her husband.

Chapter One//Chapter Two//Chapter Three//Chapter Four//Chapter Five//Chapter Six//Chapter Seven Finale (coming soon)

Chapter Summary: A black cat arrives at the Ransome house

Chapter Word Count: 4K

Chapter Warnings: Cheating, portrayed in a negative light with the Will/Cora affair (don't like, don't interact), and somewhat of emotional cheating portrayed in a positive light with our main couple (not that Stella would ever act on it, you know our girl would never). Small plot things, but this is mainly a lot of fluff with a little angst.

A/N: This is a lot of filler fluff, but the idea of Loki becoming a cat to infiltrate the Ransome house was so cute and so funny I had to write about it. So I hope you like it and think it's as cute and funny as I did! Shout out to @muddyorbsblr and @mari-malgamore and @steasstuff for letting me indulge in a Lokitty AU with the Ransomes. I also discovered too late that the show only has two of the Ransome kiddos and not all three like in the book (which makes it worse for Show! Stella because it technically means she lost three children, not just two :'( ) But for continuity's sake for the fic, John is still in.

A03//My Ko-Fi//My Etsy Shop//Masterlist//Wattpad

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One day in Aldwinter, a black cat had never been there before. It walked across the marshes to the white house amid a field. It strutted over with an alert tail, as cats usually do, heading to the backyard with a little stick house and a tree and tall poles with lines of laundry.

Loki couldn’t stand it. Being alone in Asgard, in his palace. He did nothing but pace for hours. He was worrying over her. Would she go back into that boat? Or hurt herself in another way? Even if she was better, still…not to mention, would she be unhappy? 

He couldn’t sit about and do nothing. He had to make sure Stella was…was…was safe, at least. That she wasn’t miserable. 

But he couldn’t do it looking like himself. Stella would recognize him and act differently. And not to mention her husband. 

He walked over. Ready for his mission. To appear like an ordinary cat no one would notice- and black to blend into shadows. And secretly glad to have a black fur coat. The air was chilly. Even for spring.

He felt confident. Smug as he could be, for a cat cannot smirk. He would simply stay outside. If anything unpleasant came up, he’d change to his Aesir form and blast it away with magic. He would wait and watch. Probably near the little hut with all of the sticks. Yes, check on her then-

“Ruff! Ruff!”

He turned at the sound of the back door and froze. 

Loki forgot to consider they had a dog.

The brown terrier took off, charging towards him. All wagging tail and barks and slobber and teeth. 

In a panic, Loki turned and ran as fast as his little cat body would allow. The dog lumbered after him- but it couldn’t match his agile feline speed. 

Loki found the closest tree, and getting out his claws, quickly attached himself to the bark and climbed up. Frantically, beyond canine reach. He perched up on a tree, his back arching up and his ears slant.

The dog kept wagging his tail, his bark sharp. He put his front paws on the bark and wagged his tail, announcing to all of Essex that there was a cat on the tree.

Loki glared at him from the branch.

“I am a god, you dull beast! And I shall not be trifled with the likes of you!” he threatened.

But what came out of his mouth was a bunch of meows.

“What’s that?!” cried a small voice, like the cooing of a dove.

Loki was about to deliver a new threat that would come out as a hiss. The dog stopped pawing the tree and turned his head.

Out from the back door were two young children. The first was a girl. A pale face with freckles and long, light brown hair. The boy with a mop of curly dark brown hair. 

He remembered they weren’t just any children…

“Look, James, up in the tree!” cried Jo. “Get John! He can calm him down!” 

They were Stella’s children. The ones she loved so much, the ones he even saw her deliver to the world in visions. The ones she stayed in the palace to heal. The ones that mattered to the woman he loved. 

Out emerged the third, the middle boy. He went to the dog and ordered him to sit and the dog obeyed. Loki found himself relaxing.

“I’ll get him!” offered the girl.

She easily climbed up with her long, slender limbs. She sat on the branch and petted him. He purred and leaned into her touch. He noticed the blue eyes and the sweet smile. Traits she got from her mother- little signs that signaled this was a bit of Stella out there in the world for all to see, how to love. 

She scooped the Loki into her arms. Though the dog sniffed at him and wagged his tail, Loki gave him a warning hiss. But he settled.

“Look how sweet he is! Do you think we can let him inside? Do we have a cat now?!” James asked.

“What will Mama and Papa say?” John asked.

“They won’t mind!” Jo assured him. She scratched Loki’s head.

“Feral cats won’t let you do all that- maybe he’s hungry! We should feed him!” John replied.

Yes, he would let them. For then, he would be allowed in the house. He would keep a closer eye on her again and see Stella in her element. No poetic suicide attempts. Just a close watch. Maybe the odd thing of mischief or two. But only to see that Stella and her children too were happy and alive and safe.

 Curled like a baby, he let Jo carry her into the house. He even gave another purr and felt her smile over him. 

This was already too easy.

He could do it.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

He couldn’t do it.

Already, seconds after they fed him, Jo broke out her old dolls. And her old doll’s clothes. 

He was in his third humiliating outfit of a ruffled white dress.

“Look at how they fit! It’s perfect!” John laughed, being the one to hold Loki up.  

The last one was a gown where they declared her (since they were unsure of Loki’s gender as a cat) the fairest princess in the land.

Loki was tempted to hiss and scratch his way out. Wriggle until he was out of their arms and bite off the clothes. Or even change to his Aesir form, the clothes ripping into bits as he grew to his actual size. The look on their faces would have been worth it. And the screams!

But no.

These were Stella’s children. They were happy. They deserved to be happy, even if it meant another babydoll dress and hat on him. So he gritted his feline teeth and bore it, though his ears flattened with annoyance.

“Here! Add the hat!” James cheered, handing over a little pink baby’s bonnet from the doll.

Loki let out a meow in protest. But the boys’ little hands fitted the bonnet over his ears. He tied a bow beneath his chin. The children smiled even bigger at the sight of it.

“Just like a real baby!!” Jo cooed.

John began to sway him as they all made up a song to parade him around the brown house. Marching like he was their prize and swinging him back and forth as they sang to the tune of Greensleeves.

‘I am a little cat oh so faaaaiiir just pet and hold and giiiive me miiiilk!”

 They were not natural poets, the Ransome children. Not when the eldest was merely thirteen. So the latter part of the verse required simplicity.

“Meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meoooooowww, meow meow moew meow meow meeeow meow meow!”

AllMother forbid Thor to see this. Loki was sure that Ragnorak beginning at this moment would be merciful over his brother having more ammunition to tease him. 

The door opened and they stopped their song and turned their heads.

“Why, what are you doing, my loves?” asked a soft, feminine voice from the entrance.

Loki felt his ears and face turn. 

Stella then entered. She took off the kerchief on her head and her shawl and set it on a doorknob. She smiled at the parade around the house. 

“Mama! We found a cat!” James explained.

John held him up to show her proudly.

Loki let go of his glare. He had to be appealing to her. So he fired his biggest, cutest eyes and gave her his sweetest mew.

Stella burst into delighted laughter.

“Set him down- he is probably wanting it,” she instructed.

James relented and released Loki down. He found a way to walk towards her, despite his peripheral vision blocked by the bonnet and the dress. He walked towards Stella’s blue skirt. He heard her ask the children if they knew if the cat belonged to anyone and they replied no, they did not.

“Can we keep him? He doesn’t seem feral!” asked Jo.

“You must remember- you must feed and look after him and give him water and a place to relieve himself. Animals are like babies themselves- you cannot be cruel to deny them their needs. And they may cause some trouble- it is your responsibility!” she lectured them, even leaning down to look into their eyes.

The children claimed that they would nod their heads. 

The cat went before Stella. He purred loudly and rubbed against her skirts, giving his sweetest meow. He heard her gasp and melt a little. She leaned down her arm and began to pet him. He leaned even closer to her touch- its smoothness, its gentleness that he loved, even in this form.

“Oh, what a little dear you are!” she cooed. She got him out of his little doll clothes by picking him up and putting him in her lap on the chair. But he made sure to be sweet and pliant. She looked carefully at his body, and then at the children.

 “I think he is male. But how is he with Dan?” Stella asked.

Loki looked over and there was the dog, wagging his tail and wanting to play again.

“Dan doesn’t hurt him!” John explained. “They get along! Dan’s always good with cats! He just wants to chase them and play with them!”

“Well, you know your father must name any male pet we have after the twelve sons of Jacob…” Stella began.

Jo stood up proudly and began to recite.  “I already know all of them now- Nephtali, Issacar, Judah, Benjamin, Joseph, Asher-”

“It should be Asher! For his ashy face!” cried James.

Stella looked down with a laugh as she stroked Loki again.

“Oh, then Asher it is!” Stella laughed.

Allowed into the house, Loki began his mission to make himself the best cat he could for her. Followed her as she made dinner, took care of a few chores, and asked after the children. At one point, he heard a noise beneath the table and found James hiding there. He meowed at Stella to signal her. She leaned down, pulled up the tablecloth, and smiled at the hiding boy. Then she got up and fixed a saucer of biscuits. Crouching down, she brought them to James beneath the table with a smile that made Loki melt on the inside.

The second she sat down, Loki was on her lap. Kneading on her, much to her joy. Or laying down in the submissive pose with his belly up and his paws curled. 

“Oh, he likes you, mama!” John said.

Loki was happily in her lap, curled up and warm and content.

Then the dog barked at him, Jumping and wanting to play. Loki gave him a good swat.

“You shall leave us alone, shall you!” he cried. Only it came out as a “Mrow!”.

But the dog obeyed Stella’s commands and left her alone. This was it- this was almost like the peace of Valhalla. She was petting him, everything was warm and cozy. Jo was reading her book and the boys were playing a game. It was perfect, absolutely per-

The door creaked open.

“Papa!” shouted James.

In came Will, looking perfectly snug in his large, green scarf and coat, a sweater beneath him. Loki felt himself stiffen as he turned his curly head towards there, even with three children who all got up to hug him. 

Will went over to Stella with the chair, looking down at Loki. A half-laugh came out of him with a smile. But Loki did not smile back. He instead gave him his biggest death glare. Which, given his current species, proved quite simple.

This did not deter the reverend.

“The children found a cat,” Stella explained.

Will went over and reached his large hand towards the new pet.

“Hello there, little fellow,” he began.

Loki could not play sweet little kitten around him. 

He swatted at Will’s paw quickly.

“A feisty fellow!” Will chuckled.

He reached again to pet the cat. Loki batted Will away and hissed at him. 

“Oh, he is only not used to you!” Stella claimed. “Give him time!”

She did scoop him off of her lap (to a protesting meow) to embrace and kiss her husband. Loki did everything in him not to gag.

As dinner was being served and plates were appearing on the table, Loki wished to join them. That wish was not granted.

The dog wanted to play. He barked and wagged his tail, prancing around him. Loki could not avoid him wherever he was. He tried to ignore him by lying down on a small blue rug on the floor. 

“I shall have nothing with you, Midgardian scum,” Loki silently cursed.

The dog in answer picked up the rug and dragged it across the house with Loki dragging on it. He meowed in protest, much to the amusement of the Ransome family. Who applauded and laughed like they were watching a play.

It had felt like ages and dinner was done by the time the dog was bored of him and he went to the table. Stella had picked some bits of chicken, set it on a blue saucer, and leaned down on the floor offering it to Loki. 

“Here you are. For your troubles,” she offered.

He ate every bit of it. 

The world was inky with night as each person settled into their bed. Stela noted that the cat ended up in her room. As she unbuttoned her dress and removed her corset and petticoats, she noticed the cat in a corner with both paws over his eyes. She giggled lightly as she finally put her nightgown on.

After all, Loki was a gentleman. 

He did not do the same when the husband undressed into his shift. What did he care if Will was the one undressing? For some godsforsaken reason unknown to him, it was his own cock anyway.

Will went to the chair to read, the pages flipping quietly. Settling in.

With a contented sigh, Stella pulled up the covers of the blankets and settled into bed. Her hair was still in her braid, draping over her shoulder. With her ruffled nightgown, she seemed every bit. 

 Loki hopped up over the blankets to her.

“Oh, hello!” she said.

He curled up on her chest and her chest, purring. With another beautiful smile, she stroked his fur.

He loved it- to just touch her, be with her in this form. To hold her and feel her. How warm and comfortable and safe and alive she felt.

The bed shifted as a second weight got on.

Loki shot the occupant a glare and then focused on Stella again.

Will each time Will got close, Loki would turn around and glare at him. Daring him to lay a hand on Stella, bonds of  Christian matrimony be damned. And Loki would let out a growl or a slap if Will attempted to pet him. The viar only sighed and settled into his half of the bed.

Stella slept all night with the cat curled on her. When she awoke, he stretched and greeted her, wishing to snuggle more before she got out of bed. She had never been this cozy in ages.

The week passed on blissfully. Will was gone for long periods. Stella remained at home, keeping everything tidy, rearranging her collection, sometimes making trips to pay calls, and waiting for the children to come home. Sunday morning came and went with everyone scrambling to get ready and head to church, then return home, and sink into a half exhaustion all afternoon.

Loki wasn’t complaining. He liked being her companion. Being near her all the time.

Tuesday, there was a visitor.

In walked a woman with small eyes and high cheekbones with a soft face. Her nose was up in the air with confidence and her long, almost wavy blonde hair, streaked with red was up in a bun, though strands came loose. She wore a grey coat. Beside her was a young boy with straight brown hair that fell over his eyes. He kept his eyes low but looked up softly as Stella went forward to greet them.

Her steps paused. Loki noticed why.

The woman wore Will’s green scarf.

She said she was here to see him and go off on another walk. She patted her son’s shoulder. Stella kept her gentle smile, but remained still, though her eyes sometimes flickered to the scarf. She said he would be in the backyard and that yes, Frankie is welcome to stay.

The woman looked down at the black cat. Loki backed down, ears flat, and gave her a loud hiss.

“Don’t mind him, he doesn’t like strangers!” Stella replied.

Then the lady squeezed the boy’s shoulder, turning off with almost a flourish. And the boy stayed behind, his shoulders tight.

“How are you, Mrs. Ransome? I-I heard you got better,” he asked.

“Oh, I’m fine, Frankie. Come on in, I’ll fix you some tea,” she offered. Taking his hand.

Loki wasn’t sure of the lad at first. It seemed unfair to hiss at him because of who his mother was.  Yet Stella liked him. She smiled at him and talked to him like a friend. She made him tea with some honey. He held his cup with both hands and sipped it politely.

“Mrs. Ransome…I know people call me disturbed. I can’t pretend like I don’t…am I?” he asked.

“Oh, no, you’re not at all. I think you’re a very wise, patient, sensitive boy and you have nothing to be ashamed of,” she spoke to him.

As she got out her collection to show the new additions, they talked happily. She beamed at him, letting him go through whatever he wanted.  He then found the flowers from the time she was with Loki in the field and pulled them up.

“Where did you find these?” he asked.

Loki jolted up from the floor.

“I was sent to a place to recover. And it was run by a man. Loki is his name. He was incredibly kind to me. And he found out about my collection so he took me on a trip to see a field full of those flowers. I will never forget him…it’s thanks to him and his generosity I am still alive,” she recalled. A slight pink to her face and her smile was genuine.

“He sounds nice,” Frankie said.

“He didn’t think himself as nice. He…he had some troubles in his life, just like you. But sometimes people don’t realize that they’re not as bad as they think they are.” she replied, adding on.

She touched his arm and looked at him with a motherly glow.

“So do not worry if others think you are disturbed. You have done nothing wrong. And if you continue to be as you are, they will learn they are wrong about you.” she said.

Loki went up to Frankie’s legs and began to rub on them, purring. The boy almost jumped.

“You said he doesn’t like strangers!” said Frankie.

“Well, he likes you,” Stella replied.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

But what use is a mischief god if he just sits around rubbing against people’s legs and purring all day? Loki had to cause some trouble. And he knew how.

Stella was hardly in Will’s office. So she couldn’t stop him. Sneaking in the shadows thanks to his black fur, he arrived that day in Will’s study. No doubt what was happening right now with him and Cora was not in the least bit academic. So he needed to be punished.

After all, he promised Stella he wouldn’t end his life. That meant everything else could be done instead.

Loki hopped onto the desk and the bookshelves. Maneuvering his paws, he knocked over one book. Then he snuck into its crevice and knocked down the one next to that. Being a cat, he could squeeze easily into the shelves for books that weren’t pushed in. 

When Will returned, whole rows of his precious, long-kept book collection were knocked onto the floor. 

Will shooed the cat out.

The cat got back into the room. He targeted the large, open book on the desk and clawed up.

Will shooed him out.

The cat returned to the room. He scratched up a love letter from Cora. He urinated in it for good measure.

Will tossed him out and kept the door locked from that point on.

Then again every night, Loki would snuggle with Stella. Playing the devil with the husband and the angel with the wife. 

But every time he thought he could knock something of Will’s over with her present, she would look at him and tilt her head. He would back down with lowered ears and widen his eyes. If only he could let his magic conjure a halo over his head.

There was one afternoon, as he went about to cause mischief to Will’s belongings again, Stella said “Loki, is that you?”

He froze, looking at her. Blinking slowly. What should he do?

But she went up and leaned down.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. But you must behave yourself or I will not give you any chicken from dinner.”

Loki went up to her, purring and rubbing against her to seal the promise. 

As another week passed, Will was spending even less time at home. And the time he was with Stella, they were more quiet. More stiff. They talked less. Smiled even fewer.

One morning, Will was already gone. Stella awoke in her nightgown, went to the window, and stared out, her face pale and frowning. When Loki hopped by her, he could only see the fields and forests outside.

He touched a paw on her just barely, and she did not respond. Her memories coming up to him.

Will and Cora- Cora in her red dress. They were in the marshes and muck…and Will was on top of her.  Doing what you would expect from the lusty vicar.

And Stella watched it all through that very window.

He returned his paw. Fury building silently in him. How he wished he could turn into his Aesir form and bring more chaos to Will than a few upturned books. But he saw a tear go down her eye.

He meowed sweetly, touching a paw at her until she turned her head. He crawled up to her and purred, leaning against her. She picked him up and he leaned close to her She needed comfort, to not be alone. To not tear herself apart for others and never consider herself. No, right now, she only needed to be loved.

That night, he was especially affectionate at bedtime. He laid right on Stella’s lap to cuddle her. The picture of a perfect feline companion.

Will had already undressed. It was a warmer night and he was sleeping bare this time. He sat up in bed reading his Bible. Loki wouldn’t even look at him and remained on Stella. 

He heard the Bible close and being put away. 

Then Will caught Loki off guard and scooped up the cat into his arms. Loki was so surprised he let out a meow despite himself. 

He was plopped onto Will’s bare chest.

“Ah! There I have you! I think I got you now! I think it’s time we be friends and let a man enjoy embracing his wife,” Will replied triumphantly, a smile on his face. 

Loki had enough.

He bit Will’s nipple.

A loud, masculine scream exploded in the white house.

Will let go of his hold on Loki as he hopped out of his arms. He went onto the floor and sat to watch with triumphant slow blinks. Will lept out of bed, hunching over in pain. Stella ran over to him to put a hand on his arm.

“Will-it’s alright! Let me see!” she was consoling. But there was a smile on her face, trying to suppress chuckling and be a good wife.

The children scurried over, wondering about the commotion as the door barely creaked open. They took in the scene of their father naked with nothing to cover him. Without saying another word, they closed the door and hurried back into their rooms, the image, unfortunately, burned into their mind. Even as handsome as Will was, papa’s bum is papa’s bum

Stella helped him with the bite marks. But she laughed. Despite her scolding the cat and seeing that the marks didn’t bleed, she was laughing the whole time.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Cora returned to be with Will the next afternoon. Dropping off Frankie for Stella to look after the whole time. But today, Stella stood up folded her hands, and went to her.

“I am making dinner. And I will need help- could you please return in an hour? I don’t want my husband to be late,” she asked.

Cora blinked. Loki turned his head between them. 

She never did that. She let them run about and do whatever. For as long as they wanted.

But now…now was different…was it, perhaps, she was remembering him? 

Cora then dropped her shoulders.

“Of course. One hour,” she replied.

“If he is not, I will go and search for you both,’ she replied.

Cora nodded begrudgingly. 

Loki smiled as much as a cat could smile. He purred again with pride. She was doing even better than he expected and she was slowly standing up for herself more. Asserting what she wanted, bit by bit. Far more than the sacrificial wife in the boat.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

After some time, Loki decided enough was enough. With his magic, he snuck out and made himself a lady in town and conjured the black cat. He knocked on the door and explained that her cat was long missing the family and thanked them for taking care of him and keeping him safe. They all assured her that he was perfect. The lady promised the family their friend would be just as petted and spoiled as he was here. He made the conjured cat happy and grateful to be in his real owner’s arms. So they said their goodbyes, and despite the tears, they were joyful little Dan found his home again.

With a silent smile, he returned to Asgard. 

That next afternoon, the house was completely quiet. The children were away. Will was away. The dog was asleep. And Stella thought to herself of how alone she felt. Alone-and at least she could indulge in her memories. 

The castle. The dances. The dinners. The flower field. His dark hair. His impish smile. 

She went to her room and from her wardrobe. On the bottom was a box, rectangular and long. Opening the lid, she looked down on the soft velvet where she kept the dagger. 

 Perfectly safe. Lovely as a gem. She traced the hilt with a finger, careful to avoid the blade. 

“Oh, Loki…” she whispered with longing.

She missed Loki. Missed him so badly, so much…but she would never see him again.

[fairie-grl]

inspired by @onadarklingplain 's 'Albon Pet Primer'

Sir Lewis Hamiltion has a dog, his dog is the goodest boy in the world, and I know too much about his dog so now you must suffer with this knowledge as well enjoy:

Lewis adopted Roscoe, a English bulldog, from an online adoption agency in 2013.Roscoe is a purebred bulldog with both his mom and dad being show dogs. Roscoe's name was chosen because Lewis thought it but Crofty calling Nico ‘Roscoe’ at the 2016 Chinese Grand Prix makes me have my doubts. Lewis later adopted Coco, a female bulldog. Coco’s breeder was originally going to put her down due to how expensive her health conditions, mostly likely a heart condition, were but Lewis stepped in. If you are trying to tell Coco and Roscoe apart in photos, Coco has a wider white stripe on her head. It is widest around the top of her head. Roscoe has more wrinkles and a brown spot on his snout and his strip ends at the top of his head and a new one starts off center in the back of his head. Coco’s fang teeth are also out more often compared to Roscoe's little teeth and she is a lighter color than Roscoe. Lewis expressed that he adopted the dog because his family has always had dogs, mostly labradors, but he said he always wanted an English bulldog. Coco lived till June 2020 when she passed in the night. Lewis and Roscoe were with her. His mom has five dogs! Both Roscoe and Coco have passports so they can travel with Lewis. Lewis was also granted special permission from Bernie Ecclestone to bring the dogs to the padlock (I assume Charles will ask Domenicali to bring Leo to the Padlock). 

Lewis brought a jet to fly with the dogs which he then sold in 2019. Roscoe is good with traveling due to his love of napping. In his first trip with Lewis he slept through most of the flight waking up to go to the bathroom and to make Lewis put him in his lap. Lewis followed Roscoe's command, sleeping with Roscoe in his lap like “a baby.” Lewis said, “Roscoe is the best travel pet, he just sleeps with you.” As Roscoe is getting older, Lewis has made the decision to travel less with him, as the time zones were getting hard on him. While Lewis is racing, Roscoe stays in Los Angeles, California with dog trainer Kirstin McMillan (adventuresindogtraining on instagram). Lewis says he gets pictures of Roscoe everyday and checks in on him. Roscoe also attends a dog park or “Los Angeles' first canine social club” as stated on their website called ‘Dog PPL’ in Santa Monica. It is about $120 a month for one dog.  

Not only is Roscoe Lewis’s son but also his best friend. Lewis talked about his instant connection when they first met. Roscoe gets sad when Lewis leaves and happy when he returns. Lewis says, “Then I get the Frisbee and play with him, and that’s, for me, the biggest highlight – the unconditional love you get from a pet like that.” Roscoe loves quad bikes. In one interview, Lewis said it’s because he’s lazy so he likes being driven around. However, I think it’s because he has taken after his dad and wants to race. Roscoe also loves frisbee and his ball; it seems like he enjoys fetching and chasing after things, like chasing other cars down… Roscoe WDC 2024 confirmed. Lewis also has Roscoe involved in many of his projects, Lewis has hinted that Roscoe has a cameo in ‘Apex’, his movie starring Brad Pitt. When Fortnite asked him to be in the game he said he would only agree if Roscoe was in the game with him. Fortnite, of course, agreed because Roscoe is an angel. They ended up putting him in a jet pack. He was 1,500 V-Bucks or 2,400 V-Bucks with the ‘Lewis Hamilton Budle’ (IDK if thats a lot I don’t play Fortnite). Lewis also said Roscoe is the only person he can count on to stand with him along with Bono.

After Coco’s death, Lewis took Roscoe to the vet where they recommended starting him on a vegan diet similar to what Lewis has. This vegan diet is often recommended to bulldogs because they often have food intolerances or allergies to the meat proteins that can affect the skin and gastrointestinal tract. The vegan diet Roscoe is on still includes the same things without the meat proteins in it that caused him to have health issues. Lewis has said his breathing has improved and that he no longer has skin allergies. Roscoe also has physical therapy and acupuncture every week to help with his joints.  Roscoe has also had health issues that caused him to ejaculate, often uncontrollably, scaring baby Roscoe and leading to him getting snipped in 2016. Lewis did have his sperm frozen so that Roscoe could have puppies. Lewis said, “It’s great his genes will live on.” Lewis said his plans were to have Roscoe’s puppies after he retires but with the fanzone in 2024 Australia GP, it sounds to me like he may be looking sooner to have Roscoe’s pups or to retire. Last year, around the British GP, Roscoe had some issues regarding his spine. If I remember correctly, it involved a slipped hernia in his spine. Luckily, he got stem therapy and was able to attend the GP. He has been improving, and as of today he is back to normal.

Now for the part most people know about. Roscoe started his instagram account, roscoelovescoco, in January 2015 with a post featuring Coco and him captioned “Thanks for following us :).” The instagram account was originally a joint account with both Coco and Roscoe until 2020, although both did get solo posts. As expected Roscoe does make money off his Instagram, but he is also a dog model. Lewis said in a Silver Arrows interview in 2021 that he gets paid $700 a day which goes in Roscoe's treat fund. Roscoe also has sponsorships. His Thanksgiving party was sponsored by Bramble Pets, and he did content (including a commercial) for Zapp, a food delivery company Lewis invested in. Roscoe also appears in Lewis' vlog channel (it hasn’t been updated since 2021) multiple times. His last appearance is in a video “Adventures with Roscoe! | Lewis Hamilton Vlogs” which is also the last updated video on Lewis channel. He reached 1 million followers in 2024, which is more than Chouprette Lagerfield, the cat of Karl Lagerfeld (I am not joking, this man left a good chunk of his fortune [~$300 million] to his cat). Roscoe’s captions on his instagram posts were originally typed in a sort of third person first person mix but in October 2020, Roscoe finally established his first first person post with his famous lisp. However, the conspiracy expands as prior to this first lisp post, there are two posts on instagram where Roscoe (and Coco) are talking to us. The first one was posted April 2024 with Roscoe saying, ‘They put a thermometer up me bum, dad!’ In this speech bubble, Roscoe doesn’t have a lisp but does speak in a sort of baby talk. The next post in October 2017 features both Roscoe and Coco with Roscoe saying, “We got acupuncture today Dad!” and Coco saying, “It’s my favorite.” (More info about the dogs getting acupuncture is in the health section.) I will note his lisp comes and goes on his posts around November 2020. His lisp finally stays and its intensity does increase. There are also a few posts taken with Mercedes that don’t feature the lisp, and a few posts talking about Roscoe or Coco written in their “Dad’s” pov where it obviously doesn’t use a lisp.

[jymwahuwu]

I have been thinking of Aventurine and Dr. Ratio thanks to your many wonderful works, truly, I thank you for having the ability to write. 🙏 And thank you for answering my ask!

Aventurine is very very rich (Unlike me, cough cough) so I feel like he will be able to buy plenty of chew toys. Lest his gloves and gambling chips be covered in your saliva from chewing on them. If you bite too much, he might just joke about rounding them down since he has the money. You bite on his finger and he takes it as a signal to personally check on your teeth, your mouth open with his two thumbs on both sides. He sighs so softly whenever he notices your tongue with faint bite marks. This must be fixed he sees. And not to mention he can buy plenty of muzzles if the situation calls for it. I imagine being very pampered with your biting habits with him. But he also has a friend who happens to be a Doctor.

Dr. Ratio is simply very mean despite caring about your health. He disciplines you plenty of ever dare to bite him. (He shouldn't show so much of his skin if he didn't want them bitten in my opinion. And that chest opening with the two of them. They should be marked.) In fact, he will forcefully open your mouth and even remark plenty of health issues with your teeth. He sees the bite marks on your tongue and sighs as he personally finds a medicine to help with the healing. But if you continue to bite him, you get the muzzle and bent over his lap. Mission is not at all successful, he is far too mean.

Bite Aventurine too much and he will toss you to the doctor for your health check up on why you're so bite-y. This is a lesson for you to bite him less.

-Anon with the sharp canines back again because I refuse to pay so much money to have them rounded down. 😔

Nonny, thank you too <3 without the large number of messages frequently sent to my askbox, it would be difficult for me to continue to be enthusiastic about updating.

And I hope your teeth are better ;w; I know it’s expensive to find a dentist, and I’ve been praying that my wisdom teeth won’t hurt…🥹

They are exactly what you describe - Love that Aventurine dotes on you so much in most situations, but if he needs to be strict he dumps you immediately to Ratio 😹😹😹

He doesn't want you to feel intimidated.

Ratio will give you a… ummm, I don't know the English term for this, ummm, it's a device that holds your mouth in place, forces you to open it and examines you!! He won't allow you to try to bite him… Bite once and spank for 5 minutes… bite twice and spank for 10 minutes…