Bandit Heeler meets Somnus (A new Naga OC of mine)
(I wrote this because I felt bad for Bandit and his being always mistreated by Bluey and Bingo. It's not funny after awhile. Here is some tlc for him!)
Bandit sighed as he sneaked outside his bedroom from the spacious balcony close to the ground. Thankfully, no Bluey nor Bingo to bother him, tonight. Thank goodness. He went to the bench in their large backyard and took in the warm australian air of the night. As he gazed up at fruitbats on the hunt, for the first time in a long time, he felt...sad. Tired.
Oh, sure, he loved his wife Chili and his two daughters more than anything in the world...But...Biscuit...Why was he always their punching bag? Why was Bluey always so...merciless when she played and draggued Bingo in, as well? It wasn't fair. He was forty, for crying out loud. And he did not deserve to be this bruised by two pups...But what hurt him the most was that Chili, for all the structure she gave to their days...Never stepped up to help him or stop the girls from treating him like a cheap pinata. Always laughed at his misfortune and rough play...It was hard, no, sad for him to admit...But...Bandit had enough. He wished he could...Just go away for awhile. Just him...And his brothers and mates. To play touch football, like the old days...Bandit lied down on the bench dejectly.
But...Someone had seen it all unfold...A naga with dark pink, purple and dark purple stripes, hidden in the tree under Bandit. She had short pink hair, giving a bit of a semi-masculine air. She lowered herself slowly, having made up her mind...He was sad...tired...And thus, she could help.
Bandit thought he sniffed something foreign, he raised his head a tad...Nothing, he sighed and returned to his lonely pouting...But then...
“Hellooo...”
Bandit gasped but instantly, a tail silenced him, “Terribly sssorry about frightening you. But...I could not help but noticcce your gloominesss...I wasss wondering if I could keep you company.”
The anthro blue dog looked at the newcomer, bewildered. She was a strange sight. She was not a dog. But she looked a little like him in her mannerisms. Her short pink hair and pale skin made her interesting to watch. He finally spoke.
“Well, mate...I...I could use a break from daddyhood. Just a tad. Those girls of mine can play real rough...Too rough.”, he looked down, then sat more upright.
''I've seen that.”
“What?”
“Nothing. Listen, here. I know this is strange, since we just met, but...My name is Somnus...And I would like to make you feel a bit better.”
“Well, Somnus, My name's Bandit. Nice to meet ya, but I don't know how you could help, miss. Parenthood is something, ain't it?”
“Ccccertainly. But...I have a little tip to help sadnesss melt away...Never fails”, she slowly settled besides him, tail touching Bandit's hand.
“Really?”, he smirked, “Aaand...Why should I care?”, he teased, feeling already a bit better.
“Because...It will be sssooo easy you won't have to do a ssssingle thing...”
“Aaand...What does it do, then?”
Somnus chuckled and scooted closer to the anthro dog, “...Thissss...”
Before Bandit's eyes, Somnus red pupils dissapeared into the white of her peepers...And a ripple of a dark, intense pink bloomed from their centers...Then a purple one...and a dark purple ripple. Like a carroussel of colourful rings...
Bandit's raised eyebrow melted away almost instantly...It was...incredible...Eye-catching...Amazing...He had to look closer...
“...Whoah...”
Somnus smiled warmly, “Yess...Whoah...”, she then watched happily as the grown dog once-dark eyes shrinked into pinpricks and unravelled with brand new pink and purple rings of their own. His jaw soon hung ajar and his arms loosely fell to his sides...A small, serene smile began to grace his features.
Somnus slowly lied down, astride the bench, chin prompted up under her arms...Bandit just followed her eyes and lied astride, flat on his belly as well...His tail began to wag, as he pants, happy at these new relaxed, happy feelings...
Somnus was pleased, but gently covered his mouth with her tail, “Sssh...Don't want to wake Bluey or Chili...Don't we?”, she made him nod his head no by nodding herself. She then gently wrapped her tail around his golden-furred snout. Bandit hummed at that pleasant caress.
“Now, then, Bandit, I have observed you for a time, now...And I believe your time hasss come...Time to join my group of petssss...You are unhappy in here...Aren't you?”
Bandit frowned a tiny bit, “Nnnnoooo?” he said, muffled, but then, his eyes trembled in a sadness, “Yeeessss...Hurt...All the time...Chili...doesn't care...that Bluey...Huuuurt meeee...” he started to whimper pitifully... Somnus looked genuinely concerned.
“Aw, my poor friend...”, she stroked his head slowly and nuzzled him, “I know how that feelsss...And I have a sssolution for you...A wondrous place where you can resssst...Sssafe and sssouuuund...And never be disssrespected again...”, she breathed out...
“....Where?”, asked Bandit in sad disbelief, giving an adorable pout.
“With me, of coursssse...But firrrst...You must trussst me...I can seee how worn-out you are...And I want to make it better for you...”, Somnus was now snout to nose with Bandit, “Baaandit...Feel my hands upon your earsss...Can you feel the care in my handsss? They care about you...They want to nurture you...To love you...And to kiss you...”, she gave the middle of his snout a gentle kiss, “So that you may never...Ever feel thissss pain you are feeling, tonight...”, Somnus kept on massaging his ears and sides with utmost care. Bandit could not help but groan sleepily and melt like putty, tail lazily wagging...The world and its sounds had long since faded from his awareness. And there was only the pure delight of her touch and magical words.
Somnus then cupped his nape and gingerly kissed the dog's downy forehead...A slow kiss that left a tiny sound in the end. She then told him to sit up, which he did with no hesitation. His eyes were beginning to close. She then wrapped her long tail around him, making him shiver deliciously. The coils were smooth and at first, cool, but then, they took on his body heat...Divine. Bandit sighed and almost broke eye-contact with Somnus, eyes upwards and half-closed in bliss.
Somnus gently pulled his chin downwards. Eye to eye, she whispered, stroking his right side like earlier:
“Now...Ssssleeep...little pup of miiine...Melt in my downy armssss...Foreveeeer...Ssssh...”
Bandit quietly yawned like a child, syncopathed, almost...Then, he whined serenely, sighing...And he was out like a light. Somnus craddled his head, making a protective hold of her arms around it and tilted her nose into his neck. She inhaled his comforting smell and soft fur...Then kissed it fondly. He was a perfect pet for her collection...
Craddling him in her arms and thick, slick, smooth coils, like a mother carried a tired child, they were both out of the backyard and into the unknown, where only Somnus knew to go...A last kiss on his neck for good measure and a dog tail curling around her and a humm of utter comfort.
THE END
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"Daddy" Pedro explainer
Pedro Pascal’s ascension to daddyhood has coincided, strangely, with less appealing developments among two very prominent men who are distinctly, absolutely not daddy: Leonardo DiCaprio and Tom Brady.
DiCaprio was recently spotted with a 19-year-old model, setting off alarm bells that the actor was dating someone who had their high school education disrupted by Covid shutdowns.
Meanwhile, this same week, fellow mid-40-year-old famous man Tom Brady announced his retirement from football. To commemorate it, he posted a picture of himself on a bed, shirtless and wearing underwear, hand covering his bulge, with the caption, “Did I do this right?” The sequence of events — loss, retirement, underwear selfie — gives off the vibe of a man continuing to fumble his divorce.
Divorce, like daddy, is a mindset. Tom Brady is extremely divorced and extremely not daddy.
On paper, these are the types of men — powerful, rich, successful, award-winning, in their 40s — that could theoretically be daddies but are absolutely not in practice. In fact, how these men behave paints a picture, in negative, of what daddies are and how they’re supposed to be. Their deficit of daddy highlights what daddy is.
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Baxter's Story
I recently found myself wanting (needing) a kitty again after well over a decade, having not having my own cat for well over a decade. I started hitting up Petfinder to look through what the wider Columbus area had to offer. I bookmarked about 20, whittled it down to three, and finally decided to put an application in to see two adult black cats, five or younger, both special-needs.
I have had my fill over the last 20 years when it comes to kittens (IYKYK). I didn't mind young adults, but I really wanted some cats that had grown out of (most) of some of the worst kitten behavior. In-fact, I was also looking at other hard-to-adopt cats such as seniors, bonded pairs, black cats, and FIV+ cats. For my return to cat daddyhood, I wanted to be very open. My main requirements were that the potential cat should be friendly and good with other cats. I find that if you have those two you'll typically find a lovebug just waiting for attention.
As a quick aside for FIV, you can read more about it here. The virus is unique to cats-only and can't be transmitted to people. When I adopted Baxter though, I fully understood that there could be a day (hopefully far-far-off) where he's going to need a lot of vet visits and potentially end-of-life care. I am extremely honored to give him the most enriching life I can until he's no longer with us. I'll explain why in a bit.
As it turns out, one of the kitties I was looking to adopt wasn't quite ready to be adopted. But, I still got to meet Baxter. It was obvious he was very attached to his foster mom (and her can of food), but he wasn't mean or avoiding me. He'd let me pet him, hold him for a moment. I trusted his foster mom that he was truly a friendly kitty that just needed time to adjust to me. I signed the paperwork and paid the fee. Baxter is now my fur-child, and he's going to be a very spoiled kitty. For those curious, I went through Buckey Pet Partners.
He's about three and solid black (except his lonely stars of white that show up every so often in his coat). It's clear he's still growing back hair from a vet visit. (Likely from at least a neuter, gauging from the state of his undercarriage.) He's got pale green eyes that sometimes go to emeralds. He's about average sized for a housecat, but I have a feeling he's not quite done growing yet. (Something about the paws tell me he's going to get a bit bigger.)
He was found at the Quarry Trails here in Columbus/Ohio. His original dad wanted to keep him, but his wife said no. I was told he was distraught to give Baxter up, so I'm going to give this handsome kitty the best life I can offer.
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