#german shepherds… hard to draw.

[callsign-zero]

he’s back folks

[cavity-collector]

loyal shepherd and sacrificial lamb

[time-can-fly]

3 boys just camping and saying and talking about goofy things

[murkykgt]

🐰+🇩🇪🐕

[marscardigan]

tough love

ellie williams x reader

summary: ellie hates dogs. so it's a surprise for her when you find a stray puppy and bring him to her home.

warnings: tlou canon typical violence

Ellie Williams loathed dogs. She always thought she was more of the cat type, even if she never had a pet. That was until Bowie came along. You had been dating the redhead for almost eleven months when on a patrol, Dina and you found a stray puppy, almost dead from hunger and winter. You came back to Ellie's room with cries from the puppy. And even if Ellie begged you to take that nasty wild animal from her room, you stayed anyway, with the puppy lied on your chest. "I can't believe I'm already jealous of that bastard" You laughed softly. "Why would you be?"

"He is in my spot" Your girlfriend complained. "Oh my god I can't believe you just said that"

With time, Ellie started to tolerate Bowie, once you named him after your father's favorite singer, and knowing that if you did name him, he would stick for good now. Why fight the enemy when you can join him?

It was pretty hard for her at first. Bowie started to like sleeping with you two on your bed, and he loved chewing Ellie's comics and eating her drawings. But all of that was worth it when she saw the tenderness and devotion your eyes screamed when you looked at the dog.

After months, Bowie was a trained dog who detected any kind of weapon the enemy had hidden only with his nose, and thanks to his advanced hearing, he could alert of infected before anyone else could hear it. Ellie had to admit that Bowie was much more of a help than she thought to start with. But when the pup wasn't being a detective, he was the most loyal and caring dog she ever met.

He adored Ellie, and followed her everywhere. She acted annoyed initially, but she secretly loved it. Knowing your fondness for him, she felt special to know the dog trusted her enough to follow her and protect her. She knew you were his favorite person. And even if sometimes they fought for your attention like toddlers, they had a lot in common, apart from being both obsessed with you in the most sanely way possible.

There wasn't any other thing you loved more than coming home to find your girlfriend asleep on the bed, with Bowie's figure between her arms. You smiled and changed yourself to be more comfortable, getting inside the bed and hugging Ellie's hips, kissing softly her neck.

You were layed down in your girlfriend's thighs as she was playing some song Joel showed her that same week.

"There's a Starman... waiting in the sky..." Ellie's soft voice made your whole body shiver, like it was the first time you heard her sing over and over again. "He'd like to come and meet us... but he thinks he'd blow our minds..."

The teen's song was interrupted with Bowie's howls. "Looks like he wants a duet" You giggled, standing up to caress tenderly the dog's chest.

"Funnily enough, that is his song" Ellie looked down at you two, with a smile. "I think he is demanding some copyright"

It wasn't the first mission Ellie, Joel and Bowie shared. In fact, the german shepherd and the grown man were a pretty good team.

The scenario where the three of them were at the moment wasn't atypical either. There were some men from the north, who were part of a cult similar to what David once had. They were searching for some supplies, when a firing sound broke the silence. The companion of the now dead corpse grabbed shakily his gun. Before he could shoot Joel's body, Bowie jumped and with a swift move, he disarmed the guy, grabbing the gun and delivering it to Ellie. He didn't notice the loud smack of his head cracking the wall.

The next thing the male saw when he woke up was Joel petting Bowie's head. He was chained up on a chair. "You have something we want, you know that?"

"I ain't giving you shit" He said, spitting at the bearded man. "The first thing I'm going to do when I get free is break that stupid dog's sku-" He didn't have the chance of ending his sentence, because Ellie hit him with a metal stick in his knee. "You better give him some fucking respect"

The kidnapped male didn't stick for long. He ran out Joel's lacking patience, and even if they didn't get the answers they wanted, it did feel good to end that fucker.

When they got back to the horses, Joel let out a soft laugh. "Can't believe you defended Bowie's honor like that"

"Of course" Ellie scoffed, looking fondly at the dog, who was following the two of them, moving his tail happily. "No one is insulting my child"

[criminally-chill]

Shadows in the BAU

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x reader

Category: fluff

Emily Prentiss had always been a mystery to her team, but there was one person who added even more layers to that enigma—a person none of the Behavioral Analysis Unit had ever fully understood. Y/N had been visiting the BAU on and off for months, yet to this day, no one quite knew who she was or what she meant to Emily.

The first time Y/N appeared, it was in the middle of a particularly stressful case. She pulled up to Quantico on her motorcycle, the roar of the engine echoing through the parking lot. The team had noticed her immediately: tall, sharp-eyed, with an air of silent strength. Her long coat billowed in the wind as she dismounted, drawing eyes. A German Shepherd, who they’d later come to know as Ace, padded faithfully by her side, his soft brown eyes alert and watchful. But what stood out the most was the metallic gleam of the prosthetic leg Y/N moved so effortlessly with.

At first, her presence seemed almost incidental. She wasn’t dressed in a way that screamed “FBI.” She didn’t wear a badge or flash credentials. She never introduced herself to the team. But Emily always seemed to know when she arrived.

Whenever Y/N appeared, Emily would break from whatever she was doing, and the two would disappear into her office, exchanging quiet words with a familiarity that intrigued the rest of the team.

One day, during a particularly long case debriefing, Spencer Reid noticed her again, standing just outside the briefing room. The team was discussing their latest unsub, and Emily had been unusually quiet during the meeting. Y/N stood against the wall, her posture casual but her gaze focused entirely on Emily. The leather jacket she wore and the sleek motorcycle helmet tucked under her arm were in sharp contrast to the professional atmosphere of the BAU, yet she belonged in her own way—if only to Emily.

"Who is she?" Spencer whispered to Penelope Garcia, the team’s tech analyst, as they passed by the glass windows of the briefing room.

"I don't know," Garcia replied in her typical fast-paced tone. "She’s mysterious. I’ve tried running a search, but I get nada. Maybe she’s some kind of undercover agent? Or—" her voice dropped conspiratorially, "a secret girlfriend?"

Spencer shot her a skeptical glance, but he couldn’t deny his curiosity. No one knew the nature of Y/N’s relationship with Emily. And no one dared ask Emily outright.

Then there was the dog. Ace was always well-behaved, sitting obediently at Y/N’s feet whenever they stopped by. Sometimes Y/N would take him around the side of the building to walk, while other times she would sit on a bench outside, seemingly waiting for Emily to finish her work.

The strange visits continued. Some days Y/N would stay for an hour, other times it was mere minutes. And every time, the same pattern followed: Emily’s face would brighten the moment she saw Y/N. They would talk briefly, then Y/N would leave just as suddenly as she had arrived.

One afternoon, after an exhausting case involving a serial killer that had taken them across three states, the team was sprawled in the bullpen, catching their breath. Emily had just walked back in from another one of her mysterious meetings with Y/N when Derek Morgan, never one to shy away from asking the hard questions, leaned forward and raised an eyebrow.

"So, Emily," Derek began with a grin. "Your friend—Y/N? What’s the deal? You gonna keep us all in the dark forever?"

Emily froze for a second, her eyes narrowing. “She’s just a friend,” she replied casually, though her tone hinted at something deeper.

"That’s one hell of a friendship,” JJ teased, though there was no malice in her words. “She’s been coming around a lot. Are you ever going to introduce us?”

Emily’s jaw tensed for a moment before she sighed. "Y/N isn’t someone who likes attention. She’s more of a... private person."

Garcia, unable to contain her curiosity, chimed in. "Private? Emily, you bring a tall, motorcycle-riding mystery woman with a prosthetic leg and a dog who looks like he could outthink us all, and we’re just supposed to pretend this isn’t fascinating?”

There was a pause as Emily considered her next words, her expression softening. "Y/N has been through a lot. She doesn’t trust easily, and she has her reasons for keeping her distance. But she's important to me."

That was the first real hint Emily had ever given the team about Y/N. No one pressed her further, though they all exchanged curious glances.

Days passed, and the team went back to their routine, but the curiosity around Y/N lingered. Who was she? What had happened to her? Why did Emily speak about her with such caution, such care?

Then, one evening, everything shifted.

It was late—long after the office had emptied out. Emily was still there, hunched over paperwork, when she heard the familiar hum of a motorcycle outside. Y/N had arrived, but this time, there was something different in her posture, a stiffness that hadn’t been there before.

Emily looked up as Y/N entered the office, Ace padding in behind her. Their eyes met, and for a moment, the exhaustion of the day melted away.

“You didn’t have to come,” Emily said quietly, though her voice held an undeniable warmth.

Y/N shrugged, leaning against the doorframe. "Figured you could use the company."

Ace settled by Emily’s desk, his large head resting on his paws as he watched the two of them. There was a silence between the women, the kind that spoke more than words ever could.

Emily stood and crossed the room, her hand resting gently on Y/N’s arm. "You know," she began, "they're all dying to know who you are."

Y/N chuckled softly, glancing at the closed door of the office. "Let 'em wonder."

For now, it seemed, that would be enough. The shadows surrounding Emily and Y/N’s relationship would remain, for the time being, a mystery—one that perhaps only they could understand.

And as Y/N slipped away into the night, the team couldn't help but wonder: what kind of past did she share with Emily, and what made her the one person who could always bring a smile to their unit chief’s face?

[jarate-pissman]

Silly Doodle of TF2 if they were dogs. I wanted their accessories to resemble their human counterparts, but it can be difficult because putting a dog into human clothes is hard to draw.

Scout: A Boston Terrier. A breed known for being lively and happy, it's friendly and open to strangers. Scout as a guard dog would show you where his owners keep the valuables if you give him even a crumb of attention. Also, they can be bug eyed and derpy at times.

Pyro: A Dalmatian. Duh. With a bag on their head that resembles pyro.

Soldier: Solly is an American Pitbull Terrier. The fact that it's a controversial breed makes it an even better fit! ABPTs were used in combat missions in WWI and II. In WWII they appeared often on war propaganda posters. One of the most well known ABPT was named Sgt Stubby in WWI, and he earned himself numerous medals. Stubby is probably the deciding factor. Soldier has an American flag bandana and his food bowl over his eyes. He smells faintly of rotten bbq ribs.

Heavy: An Ovcharka (Caucasian Shepherd) while originally the breed hailed from Georgia, the USSR pushed to have the breed standardized. The huge dog breed was originally bred for guarding purposes, and has a serious and protective nature. Perfect for guarding his medic. He greatly treasures his Sandvich, a stuffed squeaky toy from the bargain bin at the pet store.

Demoman: A one-eyed Scottish terrier with a sturdy body and a manly beard. My personal experience with Scotties as a dog groomer is that they are absolute assholes who are wary of strangers squeezing their ass glands. I'm pretty sure Demo would bite me too if I touched his asshole. Demo has a squeaky bouncy ball that resembles a sticky bomb, one eye, and a hat that looks like a beanie.

Engineer: An American Bulldog. Mainly this was influenced by their stocky body and their friendly personality. Bulldogs are also a very intelligent dog breed that possess high endurance, agility, and strength. American Bulldogs were bred with the intention that they would be a farm dog. I would have gone with the Blue Lacy, but it didn't feel very Engie, despite being the only breed outta Texas. Engineer dog has doggles.

Spy: A french bulldog. Both the French Bull Dog and the Boston Terrier both descended from the Bulldog, so in a way they are related. While a poodle would have fit Spy as well, Frenchies are pretty expensive in their own right, and the cost of their medical bills might as well cost 5 poodles. They're like the luxury bulldog, and I feel like the fact that Spy and Scout's breeds resemble each other makes it better. Since dogs don't usually wear balaclavas, Spy-dog got his face stuck in a pair of red/blu underwear and started wearing them ever since.

Medic: What dog is more demanding, bratty, and sadistic than a Pomeranian? Pomeranians are extroverted, lively, alert, and highly intelligent dogs of German origin. They can be aggressive to humans and dogs to try and prove themselves. They don't seem to realize how small they are, and somehow wind up ruling the house anyways, even if there are other dogs. I can just imagine Medic-dog commanding Heavy-dog, and Heavy-dog going along with whatever he says. Medic has tiny glasses and a stray hair curl.

Sniper: A dingo. Aloof, mysterious, and a bit scrawny for his size, he's an excellent hunter who can brave the scorching bush and all Australia has to offer.

[dragonsdendoodles]

first of all, Love the video, jacob being a very very weird horrible creature rehabilitation is extremely funny, and second of all, have you shown your hollow design before that video? i think this is the first hollow ive seen by you, what are your design hcs?

Thank you!!! Jacob loves his big scary creatures lol

I actually have! Never on this blog (because these are older than it is) but here are some 1.5-2 year old hollow drawings from my Instagram, featuring a VERY old Jacob design and peculiarity swaps

As for design headcanons, they read as being Very Big but I saw something about them being only a bit taller than regular human, not sure if that’s canon or if someone and/or I made that up but I’m deciding “slightly bigger than a human” ranges from a foot to like twice the size of a person for the bigger ones at the end

That and I’ve always imagined them with glowy yellow eyes and long hair. I dunno why.

Also as seen in the last picture I like to think they walk on all fours most of the time and that if you can sufficiently distract them from their hunger I think they’re very curious creatures. They wanna know what you’re up to they just. Also are literally starving that’s kinda hard to ignore ya know

(Aka my mom has two black German shepherds I joke are my hollowgast and so I write hollowgast like them)

[jean47mclean]

Who Am I If Not Yours?

Childhood friends Yuuji and Megumi are inseparable. They go through thick and thin together, even apply to the same college. But as they're both forced to move to the big city and experience city life, their personalities become a contrast and Megumi finds himself at war with himself. He doesn't easily make friends, doesn't trust people. Yuuji, however, shines in a crowd, has a natural likeness that attracts many. Megumi starts to believe while knee deep in his rigorous biology classes as he works himself for vet school that this darkness of his only dims Yuuji's, and starts to isolate himself for the sake of their futures. He can't afford to be distracted, and Yuuji can't be allowed to be Megumi's friend when all he does is keep him back. The two slowly drift apart, and it really isn't until Yuuji's last semester as a film student, when he realizes that Yuuji wants to travel and direct films all over the world, that Megumi, who had plans on opening a clinic back in their hometown, will always drag him down.

The day of graduation, Megumi gets the courage to finally admit his romantic feelings for Yuuji. However, as he pushes his way through the crowd to get to a familiar head of pink hair, a hand grabbing his arm stops him. He comes face to face with a girl with short blond hair, a face faintly familiar. She's talking to him, face pink, but his mind is set on getting to Yuuji. When he turns back around to find that same head of hair, it's gone. He scans the crowd frantically, knowing this was his last chance to see Yuuji before he left for an apprenticeship, but to no avail. He thinks maybe he sees a flash of it from the corner or his eye, but only catches the receding form of short brown hair and a tall lean frame. That was it, he thinks. That was the universe telling him it wasn't meant to be. Giving up, he turns back to the girl who's stuttering before him, but he doesn't so much more than whisper a quick apology before he moves his way back to his dorm. Letting the feeling of dread and emptiness fill his lungs, he shuts the door behind him and takes in the single bed, stripped of all belongings like the rest of the room. It feels darker than it ever had before, and as his hands shake, he takes the one object left on his desk as tears blur his eyes. It had been a birthday present from Yuuji on his 18th birthday, just before they were going to be starting their last semester of high school together, in the small town they grew up in. It was a photo book, full of pictures Yuuji had taken of the two of them, some himself, some of Megumi. There were notes written in his sloppy handwriting to remind him of each event, with funny stickers plastered to the sheets the photos sat in and some sticky notes of drawings that he had kept when Megumi had wanted to throw them away. "Why get rid of art when it makes you so happy?" he had once asked. Megumi thinks back to his sketchbook he hasn't touched since senior graduation, and says to the empty room "because it's too painful to keep" before throwing the photo album in the trash bag.

Months blur together, the text messages that come in from Gojo and Yuuji become less and less frequent as Megumi ignores them in favor of his studying. He works overtime as much as possible, and when he's not preparing for his future then he's either visiting Tsumiki at the hospital or sleeping in his dingy one bedroom apartment. His life is stagnant and dark, but he only pushes himself more to ignore the empty cave in his chest and so the weight in his limbs doesn't set in and drag him down. He's not even sure why he's trying so hard, but being around animals and helping them feel better feels like something only he can do. It's not until a year later, nearly 2 after the day he had turned the lights off in his old dorm room at the university he and Yuuji went to, does he lose a life. It's a white German shepherd, his energy boundless up until its owner walks in coated in his blood. As he looks at the table when the reality of death weighs over his head hits him, it's almost like he's paralyzed. That day he leaves without another word, still dressed in scrubs coated in the blood of an innocent dog, walking aimlessly in the streets of a city he never wanted to be in.

As he wanders alone, the cold biting at his skin and numbing his hands, he finds himself stopping in front of a movie theater, the twinkling lights surrounding him with a kind of light he hasn't felt in a long time, even in the summer sun when his clothes would stick to him and remind him of days by a lake and a smile that he can no longer remember as clearly as he once did. He looks up from the ground, the cold concrete unmoving as his eyes lift to read the signs in front of him. There's a few posters taped to the windows, and by sheer luck (or a curse, Megumi thinks this is just the universe's way of laughing at him) his eyes land on the one dead center. It looks like a cringey horror film from the cover alone, but the title of the movie screams the kind of movie Yuuji would have made him watch during one of their annual movie nights, popcorn bowl sitting in his legs as Megumi munched on ginger candies to help relieve the sour taste in his mouth at the obscene amounts of blood and gore that filled the screen before them. His eyes scan the poster, flying over the names of the actors and actresses down to the name that seems to seep into his very soul, carving out an even bigger hole in his chest as it seems to fill his lungs with liquid lead. The name mocks him as he stands in front of the movie theater, unmoving even as people make their way around him, happy couples entering and exiting with smiles on their faces as thought oblivious to the inner turmoil Megumi seems to find himself crushed under.

It takes everything in Megumi not to break down to pieces, crumbling to ash right there. The cold numbs him but the tears that leave his eyes leave searing heat down his cheeks. He doesn't run, hasn't run since he had done a mandatory race for PE back in high school, Yuuji trying to stay in line with him but always just a little bit ahead. Trying to hold himself back for Megumi's sake. Megumi walks back to his apartment (he calls it home, but knows it's the furthest thing from it) and buries himself underneath a wool blanket he had carried with him since he was left alone at the age of 4, no money for heat or food, and especially not enough to keep 2 children alive. He thinks of Tsumiki, and her never ending state of unchanging, laying as still as a corpse and the doctors that whisper words that always leave him unsettled. Her chances of making it are low, probably as low as the white retriever that had died on the table that same day. He thinks back on who he used to be, before Gojo, and then before university. He had been so different then, with the presence of his own sun lighting his life up and making all the monsters not even dare touch him. He reflects on the animals that depend on their owners that keep them alive, thinks of how the odds are always against domesticated animals after being left behind or kicked out. He thinks, distantly, that when the lady had showed up with the dog in her arms today, she didn't even look that bothered. Like the reflection of her emotions was a thin veil of contentment, finally able to feel free from the chains of responsibility the dog had put on her.

Days go by, and Megumi lets time exist outside of his world. There's many missed calls that drain his battery even further until it dies in the passage of time, messages that blow up his phone until he feels like throwing it at the wall, but Megumi lets the hunger ebb at his stomach until he can't tell is he's hungry or dying anymore, only resorting to take minute sips from a dusty plastic cup that sits on his bedside table as he fades between reality and dreamless sleep. Everything feels so cold and dark, even the blanket that he clings to like a lifeline as he battles with concepts and meanings of life, purpose, love, and loss. He can't tell the days apart as his curtains shun him from the harsh light of the sun and the soothing rays of the moon, and it isn't until there's a knock on his door that draws him out of his own head, his body screaming at him as he moves sluggishly. He opens the door to see Gojo standing there, sunglasses for once no where in sight. He can't remember that last time he's seen the man, can't recall the last time they even had a conversation that wasn't clipped and short. His piercing blue eyes seem duller than what he can remember, and he doesn't think he's ever seen those pale cheeks that sunken or red before. Gojo looks at him like he's seen a ghost, or maybe like he's looking in a mirror. Megumi isn't sure, but when those eyes seem to focus back on him after a scan of his living space, it's almost like those once familiar eyes dulled to gray, a shade devoid of all color. He doesn't bother to smile, or make a joke, he just scuffs one of his shoes Megumi knows he has owned since before taking the Fushiguro's in and seems to avoid looking at his "son" any longer. "You've been ignoring us" his voice is raspy, as though he hasn't seen a fragment of the lakes they live nearby. Megumi says nothing, returning his lifeless eyes to the other, who continues to avoid looking at him as though it would kill him. Dead silence surrounds them.

"Megumi-" Gojo starts, but he's cut off by the same person he called out to. "Why are you here?" His voice is even drier than the white haired man's is, and it sounds like he's been smoking since he was old enough to walk. Again, there's more silence. Neither have been good when it comes to emotions, and Gojo is always willing to sugar coat everything but a truth as important as what he says next. "Tsumiki died," Gojo started with. His voice cracks, the weight of the words dropping along with it. It cuts through the silence as sharp as it cuts the air from Megumi's lungs. He doesn't process what he does next, shutting the door in Gojo's face, dropping to the floor and screaming to the old wood of his tiny little apartment, none of it is processed until much later. He didn't hear the regretful and hesitant footsteps leave the steps to his door, or register the amount of pain his entire body was in. The sobs that wracked his body shook his entire being, but the void in his chest clouded his perception more than the grief he was feeling.

Reaching out for his phone on the floor where it had been left abandoned after he threw it in a fit of rage, turning it on and ignoring the hundreds of notifications that he ignored. In one second he's staring at a screen of questions, and the next he has a familiar number pulled up, dialing it for the first time in what must be years. He doesn't know what compels him. Maybe it was remembering how it felt to be comforted on the night Tsumiki had been admitted to the hospital, or the time when he had opened up about his time before Gojo; both to the one other person in the world that mattered most to him. It's the same person's name who's name is displayed on his phone screen, the same name that carved out a hole in his chest, the same name that used to make him feel butterflies, and the name he would remember even if he forgot everything else. He clutches his phone tight, throat tight as he waits and waits for the other to pick up. At the last second, Megumi thinks he won't, and goes to end the call before making an even bigger fool of himself, before the phone clicks and a voice he only hears in his dreams now echoes through the crappy speakers of his cracked phone.

"Hello? Megumi?" Yuuji's voice is as sweet as he remembers, sounding like honey that flows and coats his ears. He wants to respond, truly, but just as he goes to there's sound in the distance on the other end, it sounds like laughter, someone calling out to Yuuji. "I'll be right there, hold on!" Yuuji tells the person, his warm smile evident in his voice even from what is probably thousands of miles of distance between them. There's a small bout of quiet that sits between them, but it isn't uncomfortable. Megumi goes to speak again, a sob threatening to break through first, but then Yuuji speaks again. "Hey, I don't know why you called, but Gojo's been really worried about you. He asked me about you, you know. And I couldn't tell him anything. It made me think, you know, that there used to be a time when I knew everything about you, sometimes even more than you did. I don't know where I went wrong, but I miss you. I miss you a lot, Megs."

The realization sinks into Megumi as he lays on the floor, the light of whatever day is left completely gone with thanks to the curtains he hung up over the singular window. His phone reminds him to plug it in, as it's almost dead, and that sinking feeling that had disappeared for a moment has returned full force. Yuuji sounds just as happy as ever, maybe even happier. There are people waiting on him, people who aren't Megumi, people who can laugh and have as much fun as freely as Yuuji does. He's made a movie for goodness sakes, his life is going so well. Megumi will be damned if he ruined the good things Yuuji has going for him. He lets the silence between them sit as what sounds like waves are crashing in the background on Yuuji's side, and just as it sounds like Yuuji is about to keep going, Megumi hangs up. He sends a last text to Yuuji, a final goodbye to the love of his life, and then lets his phone slip out of his hand, onto the floor. He doesn't stay to see if Yuuji responds, doesn't bother to glances at the missed messages from Gojo, Geto, his other sisters, or Nobara, or even Shoko. If he thinks about them for too long, he's going to talk himself out of what he has his mind set on doing. He picks himself up from the floor, body aching dully as he slips on a pair of worn out shoes on his way out. He leaves the place with his beloved books, his blanket left on the bed, cold and forgotten. His phone dies on the floorboards, and with an empty cup of water left surrounded by dust. The walk is short to the bridge, a bridge surrounded by woods with a heavy stream of water and sharp rocks bringing life with the fish it brings. Here, in the middle of the quiet, surrounded by forestry and animals, alone but at peace with himself, is where he belongs. He's spent so long believing his purpose was for others, but as he falls to the water, he thinks he's finally going where he's always meant to be.

[leafnighthybridwolfsbane]

Nightwings

(Info below the cut)

Here is the first tribe I will share my headcanons with. This is one of my personal favorite tribes. Maybe it's because I love the stars, but hey, that's just me though. Anyway, this was the first tribe I drew. Now, the moment y'all have been waiting for, the headcanons for the tribe! (Edit as I'm typing: Tumblr is being funky, so it'll be in reversed in what I was hoping to share it in.)

Drawing Inspirations/Help

The body is similar to that of a Maine Coon.

Back legs are similar to that of a German Shepherd.

Coloration can be anything that calls back to a night sky. This can also include different colors, not just a monochrome palette.

Eye colors can be just about any color as long as it's in a nighttime sky.

Lore Headcanons

Due to them currently residing in the rain forest, Nightwings have been needing to relearn how their ancient abilities work.

The first Nightwing born on the brightest night was nearly killed due to their fear of another Darkstalker. It would've went through if it weren't for the Rainwing residents.

After several years, they do end up going back to their old homeland. This ends with almost this pseudo rain forest area so that they don't go hungry in their old home.

For years, along with the loss of their special abilities, Nightwings didn't know that Nightwings hatching with no light around their egg tended to hatch with nebulae in their wings.

They still have a strong alliance with the Rainwings after moving back.

Nightwings end up building a library similar to the Library of Alexandria. History scrolls, books, and so on can be found there, alongside stories from other tribes.

Tribe Headcanons

Nightwing horns tend to curve downwards, looking similarly to a crescent moon.

It is considered a recessive gene for the horn to resemble a comet's/shooting star's tail, making the horn straight in appearance

Their ears are bat-like. Bigger or longer ears are normally on mind reading Nightwings. It makes their hearing abilities amazing compared to all of the tribes.

The Nightwings have black sclera due to being nocturnal creatures originally.

While talking about the eye, a Nightwing's eye can expand and contract similarly to a cat's. This is to help them take in light at night and in darkness.

The front of their snouts have a star-shaped appearance. This is due to their bat like noses and upper jaw tusks.

Tusks and noses that look like an even star all around is considered conventionally attractive to other Nightwings.

Ancient Nightwing society used to see bigger tusks more attractive as it meant they were a protector.

The placement of the silver teardrop scales on the face indicate what they have in their skill set. These scales are mirrored on both sides of the face. A scale near the tear duct area means they are gifted with foresight. When the outer corner of the eye has a silver scale, it means they are gifted with mind reading. A teardrop scale that looks like a tear falling down the cheek means they are very powerful with the other two abilities. This is due to them being a 3 moon born Nightwing.

Depending on which scale is bigger when a Nightwing hatches, it means that one of their abilities is stronger than the other, or stronger in general. If the cheek teardrop scale on a Nightwing born under 3 moons is bigger, it means that they are extremely powerful. It is up to the dragonet if they do end up tapping into that power or not.

Nightwings have a sort of counter shading with their scales. Though, sometimes it's hard to tell if it's not another Nightwing due to them having a better understanding of differences of darker shades of colors.

Sometimes a Nightwing will be born with light colored scales similarly to their wings. These are similar to freckles from the sun, but Nightwings get them in moonlight. These are considered "Moon flecks" compared to a nightwing getting regular freckles from the sun.

The top of the wing matches with the darkest scale coloring. This goes back to the counter shading.

Depending on the amount of light is in a hatchery, A Nightwing's underside of their wing can show nebulae.

The Nightwings with nebulae are considered exotic and attractive to most others of their tribe.

Their wings are pretty normal for dragons. Though, a Nightwing's wings are covered in little peach fuzz hairs to help aid them in silent flight. This is especially helpful at night.

Nightwings are the second tallest tribe and are the third largest in terms of weight.

They have the second strongest bite force of all of the tribes.

[springlock64]

Introducing my JJBA Mythical AU!

Yes I have done this in the past with my KH mythical AU but! My mythical AU can be put to many different fandoms so of course I had to make a Jojo one. I actually drew out the main JoJos and JoBros as mythics YEARS ago that I didn’t share on here (and never will) but now I’m redrawing it for myself starting with my favorite part, Golden Wind

Fugo and Giorno Manga colors and explanations for why the characters are the mythics they are in detail under the cut :3

Giorno: Shapeshifter - A pretty strong start for Giorno but he has a lot of different Mythic DNA at play here with Centaur, Vampire and Harpy just to name a few so it makes sense, his favorite forms to be in is a Dear Syter, Rosy Maple Moth and a Dragon

Mista: Werewolf - due to his friendly and loyal nature it only felt natural to make Mista a werewolf, I based him off of a german shepherd but I’m up to feedback if that not the best choice

Narancia: Harpy - plane stand flys so Narancia must fly, simple as that. in this world there are two types of harpies, wings on the back and wings on the arms, Narancia is an arm winged Harpy

Bruno: Mermaid/Merman - Being the son of a fisherman and his knowledge of sea birds didn’t make this decision very hard to make, Bruno was practically made to be a Mermaid… his color palette did give me a bit of trouble lol

Abbacchio: Dragon - Coldblooded yet warm on the inside? Yeah he needed to be a dragon, but in this world Dragons are very rare due to poaching in the ‘20s for their scales especially if they had pretty colors, Abbacchio didn’t tell anyone that he was a Dragon, not even Bruno

Fugo: Syter/Ram - it seemed fitting to make fugo not only one of the more stereotypically angry animals but also an animal often associated with demons and hell cause let’s be real Fugo has probably been called a “Demon” or “Hell Spawn” before, plus I also like drawing hooves

[kelperings]

kelper i heard you wanted kmhn related headcanons. this is kind of that but also its own thing

looks you dead in the eyes. hajime hinata dog coded. do you hear me. do you he’s. he’s a dog he’s puppy dog he *pointing* please do you hear me that’s dogy that’s a DOG th

he’s a german shepherd to me. he’s fiercely loyal to those he cares about, protective. if you come for his family he will attack without remorse or regret, with a booming bark and and sizable bite force, but when he cares about you he is nothing but kind and gentle, soft fur and worried nuzzling. intimidating and rightfully so but a big sweetheart deep down

there’s a police dog metaphor with izuru somewhere— his own loyalty to a corrupt institution used against him, training the soul and love out of him until he’s nothing but a tool, a weapon that immediately and inevitably falls into the wrong hands

but he recovers and postgame he’s a lot like a rescue, cautious and distrusting of new things but still so so sweet and full of love and loyal underneath it all. he may lash out sometimes or be afraid of seemingly random things but he’s getting better and finding happiness and he’s so so overjoyed to be loved and alive.

his classmates are his pack. they’re his family, and he’d do anything for them. he works to keep them fed and safe and healthy, and if he sees you as a threat to them you best believe he’s getting between you, growling and snarling to stay back, sharp teeth bared and ready to defend them.

he wants to be helpful. he does things for people and brings things to people in an effort to make them happy, works very hard to contribute to his pack responsibilities. he needs to help, he needs to be useful.

he craves praise and recognition from others, and gets giddy when he receives it. he relishes appreciation and nothing makes him happier than knowing he’s good, he’s doing a good job, he’s being good, he’s a good boy. he needs to be told he’s good

whenever he’s sick or injured he gets quiet, reserved. he’ll go off somewhere quiet on his own for a bit to get better, and he’s hesitant to tell anyone. he won’t stop anyone from taking care of him, but he’ll insist they don’t have to, and he won’t ask for help unless it’s an emergency.

when he plays he’s energetic, all excited barks and full-body wiggles. zoomies. sometimes he plays a little too rough and someone gets hurt but he always stops afterwards, checking in on them and apologizing and making sure they’re okay before play resumes

to get some komahiners in here he cuddles like a dog too. he likes to rest his head on nagito’s thighs, or his shoulders. sometimes he’ll just walk up to nagito and press himself into his side (doggy hug), and of COURSE he loves when nagito runs his hands through his hair being petted is a universal dog joy

i’m so insane about this. hajime is a DOG do you understand. he’s. he’s a DOG that’s a fkcuhing DOGGGGG he’s a dog can ANYBODY hear me for the love of god hello

I HEAR YOU!!!! I HEAR YOU LOUD AND CLEAR!!!

firm believer in german shepherd hajime hinata i believe that german shepherd hajime hinata and fang hajime hinata are one. same person. its all hajime hinata at the end of the day. the world is hajime hinata.

i have a feeling he’s super uptight after noticing how often he does it, in his classic hajime hinata wayHEY GUYS HOW MANY TIMES CAN I SAY THE NAME HAJIME HINATA IN ONE POST LETS FIND OUT.

but anyways i actually fw this SO INCREDIBLY HARD ILOVE IT. THANK YOU MARZI PLEASE MAKE A MASTERLIST OF YOUR HCS I WILL GLADLY DRAW ANY OF THEM AT WILL. UR HCS GIVE ME LIFE.

[chuuya-qna]

────ᅠFarewellᅠ🎩🥂

Long time no see... Sadly, I've come to say goodbye. I thank all of you for your questions— running this blog was very fun! But I lost motivation to continue, so I debated for a while... and decided to leave it up as an archive (at least for a while, idk if I'll delete it), but ultimately close the curtains.

However ! I wouldn't like the remaining questions to be left unanswered, so I will respond as Chūya to them under the cut of this post. I have no drawings to accompany them, but I wanted to at least answer as a final “thank you” to the people who left them.

Closing this blog leaves a bitter sweet taste in my mouth, but who knows... maybe fate we'll reunite us once more. So... Thank you, to everyone who ever interacted with my Chūya, whether bia questions or just by leaving a like or a repost. I sincerely hope you guys liked my interpretation of him, even if it was short-lived.

For now, I (and him) bow you farewell. May we meet again— somewhere, somehow. And check the answers below the cut if you left any question!

Sincerely yours,

— Mod 🍳 & Chūya.

Left by lacunazai:

“ YOOOOO what's your favourite breed of dog and what do you like in your sandwiches ”

Left by anon:

“ What's your favorite frog breed? ”

🍷:ᅠ...Curious about my taste in dogs, huh? Two people made the same question. * Chuckles *

I like all kinds of dogs, to be honest. But if I had to choose... German shepherds, probably. As for sandwiches, I can eat whatever— but I guess egg sandwiches are the ones I eat most often.

Left by anon:

“ CHU CHU CHU CHU CHU CHUUYA my sweet pookie bear beloved bbg do you think that ohio has enough skibidi rizz to mew the sigma male into submission? ”

🍷:ᅠ...What the fuck did you just say to me? I didn't understand shit about that, but from the words you're saying, I assume you may be below the minimum age to use this app. Tumblr is +13, y'know? Although even if you're above that age, I suggest you just go do your homework or something. Just don't piss me off further with this nonsense.

Left by ⭐:

“ Sharks or dolphins !!!!!!:3333 ”

🍷:ᅠUh, not gonna lie to ya— never cared much about either. But I'd pick sharks, I suppose.

Left by milesgamer:

“ Chuuya, have you forgiven Verlaine for what he did to you? ”

( referencing the Stormbringer novel )

🍷:ᅠ...Yeah. It's hard, but, uh... We started from the same spot, I just got luckier rolls. I could've been in his situation, and he could've been in mine, so... Even if it hurts, even if I get sad or angry thinking 'bout those memories, I... can't find in myself to not forgive him.

...Anyways, who are you? How do you know about what happened?

Left by anon:

“ hey Chuuya? Why did you drop Sigma so many times? (Poor baby didn't deserve it) ”

( referencing events from the manga )

🍷:ᅠTo get him to wake the fuck up, wasn't it obvious? Dropped the guy 15 TIMES and he still continued sleeping like a bear. I'm no sleep genius, but that wasn't a normal nap. Not my problem anymore, though— hope he wakes up eventually or something. Not like I particularly care.

...Wait, how do you know about what happened, anyways!? Pretty sure the only person who saw that was that bas— don't tell me it's you, walking bag of bandages... 💢

Left by anon:

“ (I just got into the anime last month, and I just want to say thank you for coming up with this. I've never been more entertained in my life. Remember to take care of yourself, drink water, and get at least 8 hours of sleep. Please feel free to decline this, I may have missed something reading your guidelines. XD)

Salutations. What's your opinion on music generally? Do you hate any generes and is there a favorite song you like listen to?”

🍷:ᅠI adore music. One of my biggest interests, I'd say. I respect anything that's clearly made with passion, so I guess the only genres I'd hate would be the ones where you can't feel that passion at all. Overly commercialized music clearly catered to the masses only to gain money make my blood boil, specially when you can tell the artist has potential. But at the same time I still get the motivation of getting payed, y'know? But there's ways to still make a good buck without having to sell your soul to whatever trend is popular at the moment.

As for a favorite song... I generally gravitate towards rock and its subgenres. I like J-Rock, but right now I'd say I'm listening to a lot of international rock— been looping Can't Stop by the Red Hot Chili Peppers lately, but I wouldn't say I have a favorite song. Not right now, at least. Sorry to disappoint ya.

🍳:ᅠAHHH ANON ☹️💓 it's sad to read such a sweet message just as I'm closing this blog, but I'm glad my Chūya interpretation was able to entertain you! Thank you for the reminders, and I hope you're having a good time getting into BSD. Thank you for sticking by!

Left by trilliumszz:

“ Is it true that ur scared of elevators ”

( referencing a Wan! chapter, I believe )

🍷:ᅠHAAAH? Where did you hear such bullshit? Don't go believing everything you hear about me... No, I'm not scared of elevators. Why would I be? The only good reason to be scared of 'em if it's starts failing, because the floor can break and you'd just fall down...

I-I mean— I wouldn't be scared in that situation either, clearly.

Left by 🫧:

“ Chuuchuu would you rather be stuck in a room with Dazai or be crushed by a meteorite ”

🍷:ᅠMeteorite, clearly. Is there even any doubt about it? Ah, and don't you dare call me by that stupid nickname ever again. 💢

Anyways, that was the last question. Some of you were annoying little fucks, but I enjoyed my time here with y'all. Thank you for leaving questions. C'ya someday, I suppose. * Tips hat *

──── That's all, folks! Thank you for sticking by right up to the end. Hope we meet somewhere else, and I'm sorry for not answering these asks with drawings... But I hope you enjoy Chūya's answered nonetheless! If you wish to see more of my stuff, you can find me at @onelastorm .

[alkaline-wtr]

Alright so… this a lot different of a post than I’d usually make. But the summer of 2024 during an absolutely horrendous depressive episode, I started a roleplay that went on consistently for around 6 months.

The roleplay was between Simon Riley and a (sort of) OC I have, that I typically use for self inserts.

Throughout this roleplay Ghost and my OC had gotten married and had a family. (I was coping)

I really wanted to share them on here but I’m not confident enough in my drawing abilities. So, I resorted to making them in The Sims. So here they are hope someone likes this 🤷

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

Both masked and unmasked. He is modeled after both the reboot voice actor Samuel Roukin and the 2010 comic depiction of Ghost. (Tattoos and mask are both CC that was created to be accurate to Ghosts original model)

At this point in the roleplay Ghost is around 45 years old having retired to desk duties for the 141 a few years after the birth of his youngest son.

Nicole Riley (My OC)

(Pretty much me… but not? Hope that makes sense.)

Nicole Riley, formerly Nicole Massey, is currently about 37 years old having a 9 year age gap with Simon. She is a freelance writer and stay at home mother to their many children.

Simon and Nicole met through mutual friend Soap McTavish when Soap had invited Simon to the bar with him in celebration of Nicole’s birthday. They married shortly after discovering Nicole’s pregnancy with their first child.

Elizabeth Joseph Riley or ‘Lizzy’

Named after Simon’s late Sister-in-law (Beth) and Nephew (Joseph). Lizzy is a sweet, loyal, and outgoing 14 year old who loves all things pink. (The purple shoes are absolutely significant)

She is the oldest and first born of the couple’s biological children. Lizzy takes after her uncle Soap in personality and her mother in looks.

Johnathan and Thomas Riley or ‘Johnny’ and ‘Tommy’

Twins Johnny and Tommy, 12 years old, are both named after significant figures in Simon’s life.

Jonathan (left) being a combination name of Price and Soap. Is an active and socially inclined kid who loves sports and being outside.

Tommy (right), named after Simon’s late older brother, is the more reserved and quiet of the two with a more logical and academic mind. Taking much more after his father with his observational demeanor and loyalty.

Unfortunately, as the role-play followed the events of the MW3 reboot, Soap passed shortly after the birth of the twins leaving Johnny and Tommy the last of the Riley children to meet their uncle Soap.

Oliver Kyle Riley or ‘Olly’ and ‘Tav’

Olly is the youngest of the couples biological Children, named after his uncle Gaz. He is now 6 years old and a very bright and independent young boy.

Shortly after Olly’s birth a furry friend was added to the Riley family. Tav (MacTavish) is a 4 year old black, female German shepherd, named in honor of Soap, and trained to protect the family. She is a well behaved and adventurous dog who does well to keep the kids safe.

Samantha and Elouise Moore or ‘Sam’ and ‘Ella’

Sam and Ella are the most recent additions to the Riley family. Two sisters taken in and fostered by the Couple.

Sam is a troubled 16 year old girl who’s independent and fiercely protective of her younger sister Ella. Much like a younger Simon, Sam does not trust easy and prefers her solitude.

Ella on the other hand is a cheerful and affectionate 8 year old girl. She is very loving and gets along well with others but, does tend to be more on the shy side. She effortlessly fit into her new foster family as if they were her own and was quick to bond with Nicole.

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This is a very short summarization of the story line and characters. There is so much more to it and many other side characters as well.

i.e. Alejandro and Valeria and their 3 children. Or Gaz, his wife and their daughter. 🤭🤭

I worked hard on this and was super excited to share. Hopefully someone finds it interesting or whatever. If you’d like to know more let me know and if you read this far thank you!!! you’re a real one ����😊

[sdentii]

Hi :) I haven't posted in a WHILE, but despite that I still get interactions on some detco dogs AU to this day and I've been drawing dogs more and more so.. I've got some new art!

Redesigned Rei as a mix because of his unknown past :) his texts read: "Akita Inu + Sakhalin Husky" , "Rounded trim to blend in & look more Akita than mixed" , "Has a subtle brindle"

As for the FBI trio, Camel is a Great Dane, Akai still a Dobermann, and Jodie Is still a Golden retriever and German shepherd mix! Both Camel and Akai have cropped ears and docked tails due to their job!

I hope to draw more soon but motivation can be hard to come by, so I'm not making any promises

[meiko3323]

Maxine (Arlefuri kiddo)

finally decided its time to sit down and finish designing her! you may see this is just a sketch, as ive yet to finalize the colour scheme of her outfit, im still weighing my options. split bw black and lavender/ purple for the dominant colour. the former looks cool, but the latter prob fits her motif better. anyway, for now let me tell you a bit more abt her:

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Name: Maxine (prefers Max for short)

Pronouns: she/ her

Vision: (undecided)

Weapon: (undecided)

outfit details (in case its hard to read):

- has an arm band on her right arm, gifted to her by her friend [REDACTED]. it has the (teyvatian) letter M embroidered on it, for her first name

- has a side pouch on her belt w some basic first aid stuff and dog treats

- short fingerless gloves on both hands

- has both elbow and knee guards that are in a water drop shape w an X inside

- has a dagger strapped to the top of her left boot

- forgot to note: the center bit on top of her tie is a romaritime flower, to mirror the one on her head

About Max (childhood):

due to Arlecchino often having to be away on Harbinger/ Fatui missions, Max was raised mainly by Furina. that said, Arle does try her best to be there for her daughter, spending time w her whenever shes free, and often brings Max little souvenirs from her travels.

while Max was a baby, Furina took a sabbatical from her directing work to raise her. she instilled in Max an appreciation of the arts, with her skillful reenactments, and puppet shows of various plays and stories. once Max is a bit older, Furina starts taking up jobs again, leaving her child in Neuvillettes care at the Palais Mermonia, and picking her up at the end of the day. Neuvi doesnt mind, as Max is a well-behaved kid and either brings books w her to read, or draws while shes there. Sedene and the other melusines take a shine to her, making sure Max never has a shortage of snacks and tea throughout the day.

About Martin:

Martin is her loyal canine companion. she found him as a puppy, tangled in some fishing nets. of course she begs her parents to take him in, and they acquiesce on the condition that he is her responsibility now. since then Martin never leaves her side, even accompanying her on Hearth missions

About Max (hobbies): Max really likes nature, and ever since she found Martin stuck in nets carelessly left behind by some fishers, she took to cleaning litter in her free time.

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i think thats all ive got for now ^^

im a sucker for animal companions, so ofc i had to give her a dog. he is named Martin after my dads german shepherd he had when i was a baby 🐶

Max's redacted friend that gave her the arm band is a future oc im working on cuz yes, shes gonna have friends, two of them in fact! no spoilers as to which genshin couples theyll be kiddos of, but any of yall that know me will probably have some good guesses 😸

still cant believe i went from thinking id never design an oc, to having a whole 3 now

thank you to my entire hoyofam for inspiring me and cheering me on thru this process, yalls fervent support means the world to me 💕