#i drew my puppers

[c0d3gl1tch]

I drew my baby. I luv her so much

[junojerbil]

💖🌟🌈🌟💖🌟🌈🌟💖🌟🌈🌟💖

[monarchberrysblog]

𝑼𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍

part one — nasty dog 🐕

An inspired baby daddy au from @yougavemeyourheartyouknow as I wanted to add my own spin to it!

🥏 summary: you and miguel meet for the first time…

🥏 content warning: suggestive content ahead! miguel is a little perv. (ooc miguel), poor dog training tips (I've never owned a pet, period, so don't take my word for it.) and slow ahh, character introduction, and lastly, cheesy rom-com layout.

🥏 word count: +2.0k words (I might have over done it....)

🥏 author’s notes: ive been so excited to post this! I hope you all enjoy and thank you for taking the time to read as well 💙 I do apologize for not posting as it has been a difficult time for a lot of people including myself other than that, thank you for reading 🥹

🛝 not proofread! 🛝

As the minutes passed, the little puppy unleashed an unrelenting chorus of barks and yaps, desperately seeking attention from its indifferent owner. With each eager yap, it yearned to escape the confines of the cramped apartment studio, dreaming of the wide-open spaces of Central Park.

The tiny puppy dashed energetically across the glossy laminated floor, its pink leash dangling playfully from its mouth. As it eagerly pranced about, it suddenly skidded to a halt, only to miscalculate its stop and bump gently into the corner of a nearby side table.

The impact drew a soft whine from the floppy-eared pup, adding a touch of vulnerability to its spirited spunk. With determination shining in its bright eyes, the little dog shook off the moment, its fur ruffling, and then set off at full speed toward a specific bedroom, its tiny paws pattering in excited rhythm.

The thought of stretching its tiny legs amidst the soft grass was nothing more than a distant hope, an innocent wish for freedom that seemed far too extravagant to fulfill. A fulfill that is a need than a want.

The puppy sneaks in between the open crevice between the door and the doorframe. Its little nails scrape against the wooden floor and stop at the bedside. The puppy drops the leash on the floor before confidently yapping its little barks to its owner.

The puppy whines in defeat before its dark eyes lock on the throw blanket, and a little idea forms. With a big bite, the puppy bites on the fabric and plays a round of tug-of-war against the blanket. The little idea finally works, as its owner wakes up and tugs the blanket back towards them.

“Bella, por favor!” You groan, firmly grasping the blanket and tug. The puppy, Bella, growls and yanks.

Despite the satin pink ribbons decorating her ears to give her an innocent look, the puppy was far from it. She growled lowly from her chest cavity, yanking on the lilac blanket.

“Let go!” You strain through gritted teeth but get a harsh bark from the puppy, causing you to drop the blanket quickly.

Bella yips and rolls around the blanket, losing her small figure in the fuzzy material. You sit on your bed now, looking at the hyperactive puppy rolling around your laminated floors like a piglet in a mud hole. You blow a heavy exhale, effectively blowing a strand of hair away from your face.

“The chick at the shelter wasn't kidding…” You exhale and rub your eyes. The tiny puppy continues to roll about before she stops as if she remembers why she wanted to raise chaos into the morning. She fetches her leash, wagging her tail.

You groan and nod. “Only for fifteen minutes. To pee and poop.” You drag yourself out of bed, taking your blankets down with you.

She does a victory lap around you as you muster the courage to step out of your apartment. “Give me a minute, Bella…”

“Hey, just to let you know, this pupper is active.” The young woman warns, mindlessly chewing on her gum while holding her clipboard. Her sharp eyeliner slices into your ego as she continues with the uncomfortable blank stare while mindlessly writing something on the adoption papers. “Yeah, don't worry.” You dismiss before sticking a testing finger into the cage. The cocker spaniel puppy eagerly licks your pointer finger before barking and running laps around her keddle.

“No, I'm for real. She lives to cause chaos.” The young woman shrugs and tugs at the sleeves of her sweater.

You dismiss her warnings with a shrug before standing up straight and nod. “I’ll take…”

“Bella.” The young woman finishes your sentence before handing you an pen and the clipboard with the adoption forms.

“Yes. Bella.”

“Congratulations, you adopted a friend.” She monotonously announces and hands you a package. “Puppy pads. You'll thank me.” She huffs, grabbing the clipboard and writing a couple things down on your documents.

And here you are. In Central Park in your Hello Kitty pajama bottoms with a loose sweatshirt that is too stretched out. Your hands rest on your hips while looking down at your puppy. She only looks up at you with small whimpers filling the space. “Did you pee or poop?” You exhales, putting your hands down in defeat. Bella only whines out a sound of distaste, tilting her head to the side.

“Isn't this what you wanted? You won't go on the puppy pads.” You question the tiny canine as if it could understand your words. She continued to look up at you with big eyes while whining.

“What could you possibly want?” You groan, covering your face in defeat. “You haven't pooped since yesterday!”

Through the crevices of your fingers, you look at Bella and see her back on her paws, her little tail wagging. A glint of mischief is in her eyes. “Don’t think about it” you mouth before her little legs bolt off. “Bella!” You exclaim and chase the small puppy immediately after. “Come back here!”

Bella races ahead, her excited barks shattering the tranquility of Central Park as she bounds through the autumn landscape. With each leap, she sends a cascade of crunchy, raked leaves spiraling into the air, creating a chaotic whirlwind around her. "Bella! No!" You shout, your voice mingling with the rustling leafage as you sprint after her, heart pounding against your ribs.

Her marathon comes to a close as Bella runs down a gentle slope in the park, captivated by the enticing aroma of sweet bananas wafting through the air. The puppy halts abruptly, her ears perked and her nose twitching with excitement as she nudges her damp, button-like nose against the young man's calf, eagerly pleading for a taste of the delicious snack he had at hand. The royal blue cap contrasted the grey sweatpants and sneakers he had on, making him stick out like a sore thumb, but it was enough to pinpoint where he was at the bottom of the steep hill.

“Hey, little one,” he chuckles, a warm smile spreading. He crouches down, extending his hand toward the playful pup. Bella's tail, wagging furiously, responds enthusiastically. She licks his fingers clean from the banana residue and lets out cheerful yaps before darting around him in joyful circles.

“Bella!” You shout, shuffling down the steep slope towards your pup and man. “You are in so much trouble, missy—” You exhale. Your words are immediately muted as you barrel into the man at full speed.

Almost out of a cartoon, you roll down and crash land on each other, leaving your puppy and personal belongings behind. Bella yaps before the sound is muffled, still trailing behind you and the stranger down to the flat land.

“I am so sorry…” You stumble about, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. “It's okay, nena.” He groans and props himself up on his elbows. “You okay?” He exhales. His trembling hands cups your cheek, brushing away any strands of baby hair away from your face. His touch is light, tracing your soft skin and brow. “I���m fine,” You pause and swallow dryly reducing the patchy spot in your throat. “Where’s Bella?”

The puppy's yaps filled the personal bubble between you as she jumped, her collars ringing from her name tag and leash.

“Does that answer your question?” he chuckles, his touch still gentle. But in all seriousness, no problems breathing or dizziness?” His tone is even and mellow, decompressing the chaotic mess you pushed him into. Quite literally. “I can breathe, but having two hundred-something pounds against my chest would be a counterintuitive statement. Please get off of me.” You exhale.

“Of course…” He scrambles off of you and pulls you up from the dead pile of leaves that cushioned the fall.

You dust off the brown and orange leaves that cling onto your pajama bottoms before squatting down to pick up Bella. “I am so sorry about that! Bella isn't used to the outdoors other than her potty time.”

He chuckles before scratching the back of her floppy ears. “Puppy training?” He questions before pulling his hand away and adjusting his baseball hat. “Yeah? The shelter says she has no self-control.” You again swallow and squat down to fish the end of the leash. “It's been delayed because I'm working two jobs now, and it's hard to squeeze it in.”

“Right…” He acknowledges. His eyes wander down, taking in your squat formation. The pajama bottoms didn't do any justice to conceal as they only amplified your figure more, more specifically, the swell of your rear. His eyes stay glued on “you” momentarily, and he looks away when you get back up from fishing the collar through the dead leaves on the grass.

“Once again, I am sorry.” Your cheeks flush a bright red, your ears joining your cheeks. His eyes dart around, looking at a tree from the distance instead of the swell of your rear begging to be looked at. "Right." He stops and clears his patchy throat, his mind running to think of another disinterested response. "I mean, I understand." He nods, shifting his weight on his two feet. "My dog, Apollo, was like that when he was a puppy." He nods, mindful of the pace.

You nervously laugh, attempting to save the conversation from being anything but awkward and suffocating. "That's so funny..." You mumble before hoisting the small puppy up into your arms more. "Well, I better get going, Bella needs to have breakfast."

"Wait," His voice is coarse and parched before he clears his throat and calls out again.

"Let's start over again. I'm Miguel." He stammers, a rosy tone in his cheeks appearing despite the lip of his cap barely hiding his features. You turn to face him again and smile, introducing yourself.

"I would like to get to know you better."

Seeing a German Shepherd smelling the cocker spaniel pulled your heartstrings before the small puppy barks at the giant dog, causing the canine to retreat—the puppy yaps before chasing the big dog around the mellow park. You giggle before crossing your arms over your chest. “You aren't wrong, Apollo is a gentle giant…” You sigh, seeing Bella continue the chase with her floppy ears bouncing.

“Told you,” Miguel chuckles, tilting the cap upwards. “He loves playing with puppies.”

His eyes move to you, lingering on you for a moment, and his gaze returns to the two canines playing. The giant canine returns to Miguel's side, with Bella yapping around the large canine. "Enough, Bella." You pick up the puppy, latch the pink leash on her collar, and place her gently on the grass. Bella looks up with pleading eyes, and a slight whine from the back of her throat is audible. "C'mon, it's time for breakfast. Say bye to Apollo." You demand the pup.

"I'll see you around, " you ask Miguel. Of course..." He exchanges a soft smile, a soft glisten in his eyes, seeking more. "C'mon..." You encourage the pup, tugging the leash. With a slight whine, she follows behind, her floppy ears bouncing with every step, leaving the two new companions behind in Central Park.

Bella turns around, her tiny body buzzing with excitement as she yaps joyfully. She barks a cheerful melody in the autumn air. She trots eagerly by your side, her fluffy tail wagging like a little flag, radiating pure happiness. Her moist button nose twitches as it delicately inhales the diverse scents drifting around, a mix of freshly cut grass and the tantalizing aroma of hot dogs sizzling on nearby grills.

Often, she glances up at you with wide, sparkling eyes, her expression a blend of playful mischief and undeniable affection. The park around her bustles with life, children’s giggles filling the air. The puppy's heart swells in excitement, anticipating the next unplanned playdate.

It wouldn't be the last time she saw Miguel or Apollo. There was going to be another next time. In her small conscious, she sensed an extended stay from the companions.

tag list:

@yougavemeyourheartyouknow @opaloharas @hyjionie @zaunsin @kavimoo @keiva1000 @slushycoookie

[tame-the-lion-writes]

Ahhhhhhh! You! Sorry, just love everything you've written. Swear I've just devoured your dogshifter!141 and catshifter!reader. I honestly just can't not see Johnny sitting by reader as she's eating, blinking those big puppy eyes at her if it's something he's particularly wanting. (Like all of the boys want a bite, he's just the one shameless enough to beg lol). Featuring my pupper Darla! This is the pose I picture when I think about Johnny's antics. Just focused in, no thoughts, only food. (I had a baked potato with bacon, chili, and cheese when she did this lol)

Tysm for the appreciation and the doggo! What a baby 😭😭 I love her sm. Even in appearance, she reminds me of the way @tami-doodles drew Soap for the dog shifter AU

Heads up for everyone else--I'm keeping track of the pet pics yall submit using the "pet pics" tag! ❤️

[randomfanner]

Zed drew a piece of art with Stone and three dogs and I love them so much. So until I get answers here are my headcanons.

Named Nic, Tina and Bacco. Stone just named his dogs Nicotine and Tobacco

Found them in a box as puppies with their mom and took care of them. The mom unfortunately passed but the three puppies were luckily healthy.

Skipp and Vinnie did help with them quite a bit and all three of the puppers love them.

Skipp will give them apple pieces with out the seeds as treats, he also loves to play fetch with Tina.

Vinnie races around with the dogs all the time, she is some of the time faster in a foot race against them. She found a piece of rope and tied some knots to it, so her and Bacco get into some intense games of tug of war.

Stone paid for their collars and tags himself and had the worst week of his life when he sold some of his cigarettes and booze to get them. He did this so the pound couldn’t put them down.

According to their tags they belong to Dante’s Bar because that is you know, an address, so they sometimes get caught, Dante goes to pick them up and lets them back out on the street.

if Stone wanders off and passes out drunk in an alleyway somewhere, the other two don’t need to worry because the puppies are there to protect him. They sleep around him.

Stone has them trained. They can do tricks, pickpocket people and if Stone is in a bad spot he can whistle for the puppies and they will come running. (He has trained Nico to aim for the crotch. It is an effective tactic, Bacco and Tina hold them down and Nico makes sure they never want to fuck around with Stone again)

They are very self sufficient dogs, and cute enough to beg for scraps from loot bags. They are sometimes more well feed than the scraps are.

[cssns]

It's Time to Get to Know Your Mods!!

And we're back to welcome @winterbaby89 back to the mod team!!!

Name

Laura

How long have you been a part of the CS fandom?

Officially since 2016

What is your favorite part about fandom?

The camaraderie and content.

What drew you to this event?

K, and her "Strong arm" techniques ;P ... She wrangled me to help on the inaugural season and I've been here since.

Will you be participating either as a writer or artist? If so, what will you be doing?

I will be writing in Multiple capacities. I am still working on my 2018 CSSNS MC - The Fate of The Medjai, as well as writing a Phantom/Ghost OS for the event's final year.

What do you do in your "real life?"

I now work as a Accounts Payable Specialist for a global corporation, when I'm not on medical leave (too many surgeries), and a Dog Mom of 4 ornery puppers (I'll happily talk about my babies any time).

What are you most looking forward to in this event?

All of the amazing new content to come.

Hehehehehehe, Laura...

Couldn’t have done this without you!!! Love you, babe!!! Laura's new fic will close out the event on Aug 30!

[ferelbasta]

What the dog doin?

Idk if anyone remembers from my last blog or over on twitter but I absolutely ADORE Jinmenken ( aka Manjimutt) with all my heart and HATE how the anime treated this pupper. He is my top favorite Yokai and biggest comfort character too, he literally means so much to me 🥺

It’s been a real long time since I last drew him so I decided to draw him a bit to get back used to drawing him again. I then decided to him with Fumika’s ( Katie’s ) dad since I actually have this huge AU where Fumi actually got the watch instead of Keita ( Nate ) and in the part of the story where she incounters Jinmenken, I see befriending him and after some more stuff happening he ends up at her house and her folks end up seeing him, but as a kinda “ugly” dog instead of a human thanks to a special collar for dog Yokai. It’s a lot to explain so I’ll ofc go into more detail later, but for now I can say that after Fumi explains that she “found” Jinmenken needing help, she decided to help the pup until her and her parents found his actual owner. The mom is fine with this but the dad just bonds with Jinmenken fast and the two become inseparable ^^;; Again there are details missing but I will explain better later <:3

But yeah! Just some really cute doodles of this adorable puppy 🥹

[siennaditbot]

Wow, I'm on fire today

Anyway, drew chaos oupy Dinah as a lil thank you gift I guess. Been wanting to draw her since I laid my eyes on her lol

(Dinah is @authorleaandres 's pupper! Sorry for tagging you so much lol)

Opposite energies, same dumb ninja man

There he is

[leadzebra]

Have a picture I drew of my beloved pupper

[callme-adam-iguess]

I caved into my own brain excitement- (serotonin??)

I drew the honk honk pupper-

[poop4u]

Here is a portrait I drew of my rare pupper, Diego. A rescued mutt from Romania ❤️

[consumer-of-stories]

Process of drawing my first fursona! Her name is Aorre, and they are based off of the doggo breed Australian Shepherd. She is especially close to my heart because I have had Australian Shepherds as pets all my life. Their eyes are my favorite because I drew them to look just like a ghost pupper of mine's. I am quite proud!

[magpierhymes]

I drew this pupper back when she first appeared on reddit- still have the original sketch on my desk because it makes me giggle every time I look at it.

[spectator-moon]

I drew a pupper (:

🎶~give my baby some food~ 🎶

OKAY HOW THE FU-

WHERE DID HE COME FROM?????

[scrunglepaws]

A peek into the notebook I keep by my bed to scribble down crap I think of when I'm dead tired trying to sleep, but brain keep going. I write very eloquent and sophisticated text in it.

I'm also going to take this opportunity to ramble about stories and junk since no one will probably see this.

Most of these are from December/January before I started Kaleidoscope. Most of it made it into the story proper. Though, of course, these are mostly highly exaggerated just so I'll remember the ideas... Hence the ooc speech and, well. Mangey talking at all. xD Mangey and Tails sitting by the fire; Mangey holding up a teacup and like "Dohoho, indeed ol' chap! Cheerio! ^w^" Wtf. xD Speaking of that page, I think originally I was going to have the first Tails/Mangey encounter be Tails curiously poking around Mangey's fish smoking setup in chapter 3. Glad I cut it; I don't think it really added anything.

I don't think I directly referenced Nine being like ??? about the other guys keeping stuff in their tails yet, but he's definitely thinking it. There's so many little details I have in my notes to add though, and I forget some of them... Sometimes in such a way that I can't add them at all anymore (due to the way it cycles between perspectives) and I'm like FRIK. I hope I can fit in that hair fixing scene. THERE'S STILL TIME!!! And it's friggin cute. Nine, you have to start liking Mangey OR ELSE (I'll cry ;;).

Obligatory angsty bit about Nine having NO FAMILY. Y'know, if they ever get their memories back at all. Will they??? ???????

Aaand a little scene from Mangey's backstory as a pupper! Well, kit, whatev. :V I didn't have a ref of Thorn; don't... Don't mind how she looks... sdkfsdlj I'm going to write his backstory with the other Boscage peeps as a oneshot, uh, eventually.

And oh look. It's the random Kit/Sails doodle that started that whole brainrot. That little stinker already has a notes file 1/4th the size of the Kaleidoscope one. The thing with Sails and Mangey is that, since they weren't as defined in the show, you can kinda just... Go buckwild thinking up stuff for them, worldbuilding their barely touched-upon settings. Like, Nine is just Nine. I didn't really add anything because it was all there: Tragic backstory emo angry lil guy. Perfect, already my favorite type of character. xD But Sails and Mangey... I'll just drop two little things I drew major influence from. For Mangey, I dialed in on the fact that yes, he's a little jungle critter, but he's also "Tails raised by Rouge." Jungle Rouge, but still Rouge. For Sails, just... Well, it's super kid-ified of course, but that whole crew is a bunch of bloodthirsty mf'ers. They look so excited when they talk about murder- er, I mean, "pirating." :P But that's enough rambles for now, or I will neverrrr stop. >.>

[kaymariethebee]

Isn’t he darling? Just a little pupper