#he's a Cane Corso

[canisalbus]

have you drawn any characters from Separation? I’d love to see your take on many of them :)

Not yet, but I'm definitely planning to!

[d20owlbear]

Angel Cupcakes and Baskerville Corso

"Chiffon!" Aziraphale shouted, worried up to his ears and chasing after the cream-colored Tibetan Spaniel dragging her sparkling leash behind her. She pranced ahead just barely out of reach underneath the feet of unwatchfull by-passers.

She didn't bark back at him, but she did look over her shoulder at him once or twice, as if to ask what the problem was, only to ignore all his recall commands and wind his anxiety up higher and higher as she got closer to the street's crossing corner. He had no idea just what had gotten into her these days and he felt just about ready to cry about it!

Not just a week ago, she'd gone missing for hours on end only to show back up wet and slimy and covered in grass stains looking like she'd had a grand ol' time only seconds before he'd been about to call Madame Tracy in a worked up fit. Then, nearly every day this week she'd disappear from his bookstore at some point for thirty minutes here, an hour or so there, only to come back fit as a fiddle and disgustingly wet.

"Chiffon, you stop right there missy!" Aziraphale shouted again, gearing himself up for a final sprint, terrified she'd try to cross the street. It wasn't overly busy, but cars still occasionally sped through and they certainly weren't watching for little dogs all the way out here in Soho!

"No you don't, cupcake." An alluringly hoarse voice resonated in Aziraphale's head as someone all dressed in black from head to toe scooped up his dear little Chiffon like a seasoned pro. She didn't even bark, the traitor!

"Excus-" Aziraphale wheezed, coming to an abrupt stop in front of the absolutely oppressive-looking creature the man had at his side that Aziraphale hesitated to call a dog at all. It looked like the sort of dog a man who had enemies might have, though one that didn't want to admit it by getting a more classically intimidating rottweiler or doberman...

"Excuse me... sir." He forced out at last, standing straight and pulling down his vest to tidy his appearance as best he could, as if the man hadn't clear as day seen him huffing and puffing up the street with the way his eyebrow went up past the rims of those dark-as-night sunglasses.

"Anything you like, angel." The man replied, leaning his hip into the creat- the dog as his side– Aziraphale noticed the dog leaned back and nudged the man's free hand sloppily until it rest on the dog's head, very delicately petting its face and head. The slightest tremor Aziraphale'd not noticed before stopped the moment the dog did so. He was so fascinated by the interaction he'd almost not realized what the man himself had said.

"I- wh- you-" At that moment, Chiffon chose that point to wag her traitor little tail and bark right in the man's face, making his easy grin (which Aziraphale secretly quite liked the look of) freeze a little. But then the man stiffly held out the small, fluffy dog to Aziraphale and his smile returned to normal in the blink of an eye, so it was almost like he'd imagined it.

"Cupcake's yours, right?" He grinned wider and kneeled down to throw a lazy arm around the beast beside him as if they were the best mates in the world. "She's been popping up in my shop down the street, you know, took a liking to Baskerville over here somehow."

Aziraphale quickly took Chiffon back into his arms and curled her into the biggest hug right up against his neck so he could half-bury his face in her little lion's mane ruff. "Yes, thank- thank you so much, I was so worried!"

The man's smile widened again and he braced a hand on one knee to leverage himself up, and the dog- Baskerville (what a delightful name, Aziraphale was far too charmed already by this mysterious man dressed all in black with a welcoming smile and a voice like melted chocolate even before he found out his naming sense was on point) stood very close and very still as if he were bracing for the man as well in the maneuver.

"My name's Crowley," he said, and produced a simple little business card out of nowhere between two of his fingers and handed it over to Aziraphale. His cheeks had the gall to blush about it, he would have words with them later about embarrassing him in front of fine gentlemen and their gentle beasts of dogs. "You can find me in the café down the street's called Edine." Except when he said it, it sounded a lot like Eden...

" 'S dog-friendly, of course. We make dog-safe foods and drink too, if you'd like to bring Cupcake." Crowley continued, rambling a little now, one of his hands came up to gesticulate and his voice wavered a little on the last line. Baskerville flopped Crowley's hand onto his head again, and Crowley took a deep, subtle breath, smiling again. "This guy's the mascot, helps takes orders, though he sleeps on the job plenty. Awful employee really."

"I'm sure." Aziraphale smiled gently, eyes sparkling. "I'm Aziraphale, Aziraphale Fell. I run the bookstore down that-a-ways... and this is Chiffon." Aziraphale bounced his arms and Chiffon panted happily with a doggy grin for good measure. "We'd love to come by. How late are you open 'till?"

"I dunno, how late're you gonna come?" Crowley practically tripped over his words and Aziraphale laughed at himself for thinking he was suave and mysterious rather than delightfully adorable and entirely too endearing for Aziraphale's own good, oh he could already feel that weightless feeling at the bottom of his stomach, like he'd just stepped off the edge of a cloud and he was 0.5 seconds from free fall.

"Is 7 alright?"

"7's great." Crowley grinned, toothy and with an endearing little snaggle-tooth right at the edge of it that caught his lip just right so it looked a bit like a fang. Oh, there it was. That pesky free fall. He was utterly charmed.

[molosseraptor]

this ridiculous creature brings me so much joy

[thornescratch]

The Caps earnestly explaining what dogs they would be and what dogs their teammates would be.

[relaxeddreams]

Kinda felt cute today, ft unbotherd Ciro.

[spinyax]

New baby

He’s fucking huge btw

[chasingthe2000s]

Jack + Jeff dynamic

[purposefully-lost]

Charlie music au HAS to have covered man or muppet

[thecryptkeeper]

abt to go over to dog sit this one dog whos tried attacking me and another friend in the past so if im found looking like a spilled bag of hamburger meat thats on me

[hayatoseyepatch]

may i have bingo sam?

AHHH Mari honeybun ofc you can!! What do you mean I can’t do all of them??? (I almost did)

[jaegertime]

I'm no animator but sometimes I like to imagine I can be

[ddanmeissu]

svsss doggo au just as an excuse to draw doggos (dog sizes may not be accurate)

lbh = tibetan mastiff, sqq = greyhound, sy = italian greyhound, nyy = bichon frise, mbj = malamute, sqh = corgi, yqy = great dane, lqg = belgian shepherd, and qqq = standard poodle

[molosseraptor]

the face journey he went on when he realized this was actually for him

[halinski]

.

[chuchaaay]

Pls look at his handsome puppy face 🥹

[dirigibleplumbing]

Dean and Sam are like 2 sibling barn cats, tasked with hunting vermin to keep the farm safe and clean. They cuddle up and get into scuffles with each other in equal measure. Sam cat wants to go off and explore the world and the big city, and when Sam goes off alone for ages Dean gets prickly and sulky until Sam inevitably gets returned. Sam got caught once by animal control seemingly for good so Dean let himself get adopted into a nearby family and was an inside cat for a bit but it didn’t take once Sam got out.

Cas is the farm dog that roams the acres of property keeping predators away. The cats might hunt rats and mice near the barns but Cas scares off coyotes and bears when he has to. Dean cat doesn’t really get that Cas has a bigger scope than him tho, to Dean they have the same job and he adores Cas. If Cas were a cat he and Dean would be a bonded pair, and to Dean they are so Cas not being there to cuddle and snuggle and groom for hours is Cas being a poor bond mate. Cas on the other hand thinks of Sam and Dean as his pack of course but he can’t curl up in the barn with Dean all the time, he has miles of patrols to do as is his duty to the pack and he doesn’t get why Dean is upset he’s doing his job? Dean is an odd dog

anon, you have a fully realized AU! you should write a fic.

I drew dog!Cas and cat!Dean, I hope they match your vision.