#i was thinking of adopting a doggo all year long

[wisteriawyvern]

HI HI HIIII HELLO i am back from being out and kind of in a bit of an anxiety spiral but i'll be okay, had a cry and showered and i'm chilling now, thought you should hear about my weirdo dog!!!

so her name is Oppie (started out a lil differently but Oppie suits her!) and she's about 8 years old now, getting on a bit but still a very funky creature. she's from a breeder because my father wanted a purebred once as a change from adopting most of the time, and we picked her from all her brothers (she was the only girl left because she was the only one who would let my father pick her up and hold her in his arms like you would with a baby lol, tummy up, and she was just so chill about it. she was also the only one of the litter who wasn't a stubby-tailed puppy, and she's pretty small for a blue heeler because her mum was also kinda tiny.

she's a super cool doggo, and genuinely it's been so cool watching her and how she interacts with the world. she's hella smart, literally tries to manipulate everyone into doing her bidding, knows a bunch of commands, can close doors and stuff, and recognises family names and words. she's also really bonded to my father and has a Huge grudge against my baby brother (he's preteen and they have a bad habit of Always being in each other's way to the point where it's gotta be somewhat intentional, leading to her nipping ankles. bad habit, we're in the process of training both of them out of it T-T).

in terms of her personality, she's pretty antisocial towards other dogs and barks at em a lot, but towards strangers and general people she is the most lovely, friendly creature you ever did see, always looking for scratches and headpats and attention. you could literally stick your hand in her mouth and she wouldn't do anything. but yeah just generally very sweet towards humans.

fun facts about Oppie:

when she was a puppy, she jumped out of a moving car once. and she was on a leash too, she just YEETED her way out of the (half-up) window and we had to stop the car asap. lil dumbass got away with nothing but scratched pawpads but i think we're somewhat traumatised and she still does Not have window privileges in the car

she Lauvs running and can run so so fast

since blue heelers have a second coat, she's pretty furry and sheds a lot. i used to have to brush her pretty often, but have since found out i'm allergic and no longer take on that duty Imao

her favourite thing ever is the pool. she adores

the water and swimming and splashing it and she's so stubbornly determined that when we used to have an inground pool she would do parkour to get up on top of the fence (which was like 2 metres high) and then jump over the spiky gate bit to get to the poolwe even had tocover the bars of the fence with chicken wire because she would squeeze through them

she'll take a toy over a treat anytime, but she still loves liver treats and bully sticks

she's So stubborn and strong that one time she pulled hard enough in a game of tug of war that she broke her tooth. like. an actual tooth. one of the long canine fang thingies on the top row of teeth, and she had to get surgery for it. like Gurl you're kind of insane but i love you.

she doesn't cuddle very often so if she comes up to you and cuddles you then you have been

Chosen and this is your prize :3

aaanyway hope you enjoy reading this huge ramble about my silly puppy lol

Im so sorry to hear about the anxiety spiral, but I'm glad there was some relief given in some way!!

First off: Oppie sounds absolutely PRECIOUS oh my god!!! Being a full blooded heeler I figure she would be insanely intelligent, almost to a fault XD my little heeler is such a smart baby and knows all sorts of words and tricks and behaviors, its so second nature for them to have a job or something to do with their brain and body~! It sucks she doesn't quite get along with your brother, though of course it is most likely because they get in each others way and she feels she's not controlling him right (not trying to mansplain your dogs behaviors at all, I just like to speculate~).

Though in another way my heeler is very much like yours: she doesn't do well with other dogs at all but she does wonderful with people. She'd curl into someone's skin if they let her after they gave her precisely one (1) eye contact lmao, and gentle as can be, just wants you to throw the ball or frisbee without ever actually taking it from her~ Other dogs make her uncomfortable though, we never did get to understand why. I found her one day (it was actually fathers day) just wandering up the street missing half her fur, so we were curious if it was like an abuse or dog fighting thing, but no solid proof either way.

That's been many years ago now though and she's got all her fur and siblings and toys~! I rambled a bit there but, short story long, the only other dog she's ever accepted is my beagle, he's a special boy for both her and I, and honestly I've never come up with a good explanation for why she accepted him.

Heelers are an enigma and a delight, I love them so terribly much! They are one of my favorite breeds to train and hear stories about, so thank you so so much for telling me about her! It seriously did make my day!

[jaiyemourningstar91]

DONE

Since coming out to two of my, sort of life long friends--two guys who have literally become brother's to me--saved me from self non-existing...you name it. Been there with me through all my ups and downs in life, especially my adult life...all the heartbreaks, depression, etc etc---BUT. Since, coming out to them as queer (a pandemic as I consider myself *pansexual + demisexual*) and becoming more open with them about myself, my beliefs, sexuality, etc. They've kinda been acting different. More judgmental than usual.

Like we built part of our brotherhood based in hard hitting roastings and what have you. No punches pulled at times. So, when I say things are different, this goes beyond all that. And I don't know, maybe it has something to do with us all getting older. We're collectively in or around mid 30s. Life has changed for us in different ways, yet, also remained the same. As our trio has seen them both become rather successful at life and having built lives full of experiences I have never been close to. Traveling to foreign countries, marriage, successful carries, financial stability, decent family, houses with land attached, you know, the finer things in life. As best as one can get in this economy at least...

But me, well, I've always been the overweight loser of the group. Always punching upward trying to break my glass ceiling. Cool, calm, and collected. Gentle giant who always tries to be selfless. Do the right things. You name it. But, in the end, life happens. I've been through the shittiest things. All the bad luck. Everything that could go wrong, has. Bout all that hasn't happened is my own premature burial. I'm at yet another low point having lost my car out of nowhere due to engine failure. Overnight, mind you. No warning signs or anything. Lost a decent paying job, now working only making 11.50 an our at a dollar store. Management at that, which really is a just a glorified cashier to be honest. I was walking to and from, but thankfully I get rides now. Befriended by some people who apparently thought I am a "foodie" because of my weight or me simply saying I enjoy Chinese food? Whatever the case may be, I am thankful for the rides, but I also felt a little insulted. I don't even eat like that. Hell, some days I have to remind myself to. ANYWAY, sidetracked. Back to what this is about.

SO. Today, my 'brothers', well one of them insists I call him. Urgent matters. I'm like, I kinda feel like I know, but BOY did I not know the details exactly until I called.

According to them, they have spoken with their respective spouses, without my knowledge, and decided that I have two options. To move in with one of the two, leave the life I am currently working on, INCLUDING abandoning the love of life, my adopted children (doggos and cats), the friends i have made recently, my job I just started a few months ago, and my roommate too. Like everything I've known after breaking up with my toxic 13 year relationship last year. Scrap it all to apparently come live with either of them and basically pursue the same exact professions they are doing. One is a truck driver. Other is someone who works with mentally challenged children. One I can live rent free until I'm on my feet. The other, I'll have to do things, which weren't disclosed but I am assuming help around house, rent, bills, or something as I find work out there which is like 4 hours away from here. The other is about 2. But yeah...

And the reasoning...

Basically they are tired of me constantly failing at life and not being at the level they have made it to. Saying they think I'm never gonna make it without them at this point. I'll be homeless in my 60s, granted I'll make it that far. No retirement plans. Want me to break up with my boyfriend, without giving me any reasoning behind that by the way. Just straight said, break up, didn't even have the respect to use the right pronouns too, which pissed me the fuck off because I have told them to do so several times now and clearly they aren't taking shit seriously! Like I am really fucking shitty that two people who have been like brothers to me have basically said I'm hopeless, you'll never get anywhere in life unless you pick a path like this some red pill blue pill scenario. And then insinuate that the offer has an expiration as if I'm gonna be left in the fucking dust if I don't accept. Telling me there are no excuses not to pick one of their paths as if my current life has no value at all. As if don't have love here. People who depend on me. Animals too. My own ambitions set out and things I am working towards. Like fuck all that I guess, just so they can turn me into whatever the fuck they are now.

Don't get me wrong. I can see some of the sentiment, but it is the way they come across and the stipulations attached. Like what the actual fuck? And overall, the way they seem to see me now since coming out in general. Like I'm "one of them" which I caught one of them saying before in our group chat, which honestly, these days I hardly pay attention to because most times its just them chatting about all the stuff they do that I can't relate to anyway.

But gawd damn man. I'm baffled and I really think I just need to cut out the new cancer. Cold turkey. The disrespect is real. Sure, they got decent paying jobs, but trust, what goes on in they homes and all the BS they talk about ain't something I want to be around. One married with 6 kids that ain't even his, Grown at that and apparently tearing his new 300k house apart. Go figure. The other has a GF who loves him to death. Brought him into her home. Allowed him to be there while he works on his career. She makes 6 figures a year. Done got him in the same profession. Yet, he saying the moment he gets to where he wants to be, he's just gonna leave her? Really? And also apparently, she got tons of issues too. Like why would I leave the peace I have here?

I have someone in my life for ounce who isn't ripping my heart apart. I have pets. PETS! All my life I thought I was too allergic but turns out, take some allergy pills and I'm mostly ok if I am medicated. Like my life could be better with a better job and a car. Which are things that are on the horizon. It's not hopeless here. A work in progress, yes. But not something to just toss into the fucking void.

AAAAANNNNDDDDD where in the god damn FUCK was this sort of assistance when I NEEEEEDDED IT MOST!!!! I was literally about to be living out of my FUCKING CAR before I moved in where I am now, and neither one of those FUCKERS offered for me to move in or anything! One offered me to take over his apartment he was moving out of, which found out I couldn't offered anyway. That was it. Like...wtf man. All the sudden NOW, you want to be here for me to that degree and then shit on my life and basically say I'll never amount to anything if I don't accept. Homeless at 60. Wow. Fuck me getting a better job, a car, maybe even becoming a published writer, or anything else. As if this economy gonna be any better at that. It is only getting worse. We all gonna end up fucked. Even they still struggling themselves. One too many elaborate trips out the state has them crumbling.

I'm just appalled at this today. Heated. The delivery. The timing. The circumstance. The ultimatum. How I am being made to feel...The shit hurts. Now I gotta take the blade to another connection in my life and sever it. Because I don't want people in my life who apparently don't believe in me. That is the last thing I need. I am trying so fucking hard to turn things around again. It took me 9 of 13 years to finally end a depressive toxic cycle from my ex, and I lost everything because of it. My house, my car, my FUCKING kids! All because I didn't want to continue being with a cheater, a liar, and manipulative bitch! And now, after over 20years, I have to end a brotherhood.

This is why I am introverted and don't make friends anymore. This is why I don't care to date even though I am in an open relationship. People really just end up showing me they ugliness. And I am left hurt. Fuck the sentiment man. Call me worthless, like I haven't come back from the depths of suicidal depression to still be here on my own for the most fucking part. They came in with an assist, but I wouldn't went through with the shit anyway. My kids needed me. They act like they so set for life but they both secretly miserable with their lives and not where they want to be. They can deny that shit all they want to.

The audacity man. I've been through too much and come back from even more, to be considered hopeless.

One these days I'm gonna make it. And when hands are out stretched towards me, they will get nothing. I had always planned to give back to them. Fuck em now. I'll show you worthless.

[directdogman]

holy shit-

how long has it been?

one year-?

wow, time flies, it seems like yesterday when I went to ask-

and if I am here it is for the same reason as a year ago, to ask

So, here are some questions:

• Mayor Mingus is still your favorite? If not, who is your favorite now?

• Do you have something to say about Security Breach?

• A friend asks: Why the hell do you like doggos so much? He also asks how many cats you have- (he drew a picture of you too-)

we both appreciate the fact that you exist <3

We hope and you are well

have a nice day, afternoon or night-

Postscript: We are sorry if something is not understood, our English is not the best-

hello hello

Mayor Mingus is still your favorite? If not, who is your favorite now?

You know, I don't know if I said she was my favourite, but like, I might've said she was my favourite chararacter to write. And y'know, that might still be the case. i 100% do not expect DT to get sequels, but if it did, she's on the top 5 characters that I'd be excited to write more for, looking at unused content. So, yeah, she probably still is my favourite (to write) minus a few unrevealed characters.

Do you have something to say about Security Breach?

Nope! I have it on Steam but with DT's release so soon away, I haven't had the chance to touch it. I'm (relatively) spoiler free, so I'd like to give it a go when I have the chance.

• A friend asks: Why the hell do you like doggos so much?

TBH, I love all kinds of animals, spent a lot of time around farm animals for a good chunk of my life. Growing up, my favourite uncle and favourite grunkle lived in remote places with animals, so dogs, cats, horses, farm animals, they all bring me comfort. The smell of fresh pig-shit makes me nostalgic, which is better than the alternative, I s'pose. I tend to represent myself with dogs online, because I spent a lot of my life around dogs and love the optimism dogs represent (as most people do), but I love the vast majority of animals. I almost went into zoology as a career, as a matter of fact, but my mother put her boot down. That was years ago, but to this day, I think about what could've been.

He also asks how many cats you have- (he drew a picture of you too-)

I have one cat. His name is Salvage. I didn't intend to adopt him, but I found him on the side of the road as a kitten in 2018 and not one person came looking for him, nor forward to claim him. He was too young to survive without diligent care and the vet reckoned he was abandoned by a human as his behaviour around the vet/me implied I wasn't the first human to get close to him. I'm sickened that someone could've abandoned such a tiny, vulnerable creature, but I'd be lying if I said that things didn't work out well, since he's been the only constant in my life for the last 3 years. Of everyone I've ever known, human or animal, that cat has shown the most loyalty to me and I intend to return that. Thanks for the ask, been busy these last weeks (gotten about 3 lots of horrible bad news in the last month) and I've just been burying myself in work. I'll have something exciting to show within the next week, promise.

[insurrection-if]

Please if you feel comfortable share those doggos pics!!!! Charlie, baby, I hope you live many, many years more! Don't even think about us, we will be here when you come back, you health and the pups are the most important! Lots of love for you!

Oh, thank you so much for your well wishes! Truly, one visit to the vet and we left with a little over $800 in charges . . . And that’s with only for the “first phase” of addressing Charlie’s health issues. （◞‸◟) My dad wanted to negotiate to cut out some treatments and tests, but I wouldn’t have it and offered to foot the whole bill— we split it 50/50, and his original owner insists on paying the costs back when she can afford to do so, though there’s no expectation for her to do so.

A murmur heart, fleas, ear infection, cataracts + dry eyes . . . That’s the start of it, and it’s a long list! But he’s improved so much in behavior and appearance with the medication and new environment alone, and it’s been so reassuring to see! For real, some household members were too scared to even touch his skin from all the bumps and bites (me included in the first hour or so), and the water from his first bath was turned pure black! Poor guy has a ways to go still, but he’s doing much better than before!

He had big brother at his old house, a half-Labrador and half-Pitbull, but the lovable giant passed away some months after my great-grandpa. He was the biggest sweetheart around, though he knocked us all hard on the dirt whenever he leaned against our legs to trap us for more pets, haha!

This here is a recent photo of Charlie, though I must say I’m by no means a photographer. I snapped it quick for my mom to show a friend, and he’s in a old man nap at the moment for an awake retake, haha! He used to be a bit possessive over my Grandpa in his pup years—barking and trying to nip at those approaching him, which made us scared of him in those days—but he became real mellow and attention-loving in adulthood and beyond. He tried to pull that old stunt on my little sister yesterday when she came to show me something, but I’m nipping that behavior in the bud in our home. The nap photo, however, is fresh off the press!

Here’s Thomas down below! My dad’s coworker’s / subordinate’s girlfriend was handing out pups after her purebred Maltese partnered up with a stray Chihuahua. He’s more reserved, a watch-over-everything-from-a-distance guy, and he’s the biggest sore loser in the house, haha! He becomes so petty whenever his little brother catches a toy first or doesn’t let him win a play fight (which is rare since Poe almost always follows Tommy’s lead).

Fun Fact: Our intent has been to adopt his brother since my younger minded siblings and I thought Thomas looked “so sad” compared to the happy energy his brother showed in the photo preview. Turns out, Thomas was the last to be adopted as someone scooped up his brother for a better price shortly ahead! It’s scary to think we might not have had Thomas in our lives otherwise!

Poe is the clingy, hyperactive, bully of a little brother, haha! He loves to chase lizards and flies for a snack, hit people in the face when they’re sleeping in too much (ahem!), and cuddle 24/7 (particularly while under a warm blanket). Charlie and him have entered a recent competition for most-clingy as they both take turns trying to push the other out of the way from sitting / pressing against me for pets! They’re much more friendly now though, maybe because of a personality kinship.

His mom was a “teen mom” that became pregnant after a pet hotel stay, or so the story goes. Her owners gave her up after she became pregnant, and the father remains unknown. She was a silky terrier, and it seems Poe inherited her long legs and broadness but not her overall size. And his dad must’ve been a horrendous shedder too, haha!

We intended to purchase Poe’s brother Major as well, but an old lady beat us to the punch with the right price. It’s a similar tale of horror to think about not having taken Poe home in an alternate reality, haha!

And then there’s my favorite legendary photo of the OG duo. Maybe I’ll one day achieve an equally precious trifecta image between all three . . . In the meantime, the only context I can provide for the photo is this: Poe is a troll.

[brytning]

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84 notes • Posted 2021-08-12 01:01:44 GMT

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Double comic!

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Caption: I started volunteering at an animal rescue. It's a pretty sweet deal, actually. For the measly price of cleaning litter boxes, I get to hang out with kitties and puppies. Even though it's just scooping cat poop, for the first time in a long time I feel like I'm doing something that actually matters. And my heart just turns to mush around all the animals waiting to be adopted.

She says to a kitten: You little escape artist! You're making this take twice as long, but you're so cute I'm not even mad.

She thinks to herself as she cleans: Normally I'd be like "Eww, poop!" but I'm just thinking, "Aw, whoever was in here had a really bad day."

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Sometimes love is enjoying your partner's joy.

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Caption: We went to a local farm to see baby animals.

She says: Look at that lamb!

He says: I like watching you be around animals more than I like being around animals. Is that what it's like for you to watch me watch Marvel movies?

She says: Yep, that's exactly it.

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[newtonsheffield]

hi Molly!!

i was thinking about couples and their pets i mean Kathony got Newton obviously, Benophie got Geoff but what about the rest of the family

Hiiiii!

Okay, I love and adore Pets. I obviously have Diana, Lady Supreme who is a black cat of absolutely behemoth size, and I love her stupid little face. I also desperately want a puppy buuut... under my current rental agreement I’m technically not supposed to have pets so 😬😬😬

But! here is a list of pets in the BSCU! 

Anthony and Kate!

Obviously they have Newton the wonder dog, and after his passing they have Einstein (which Anthony purchases of his own free will. His daughters also sucker him into adopting a tiny black kitten that they christen Frida, when they go to the pet store to get a new collar for Einstein. Anthony had forgotten it was the monthly adoption day and even though he’s allergic, they look so happy, that he signs the paperwork anyway. 

Benedict and Sophie! 

They obviously have Geoff, the golden retriever, so name by their then 2 year old son Charlie. Geoff and Newton are best pals and Anthony asserts firmly, that Newton is the superior dog. After all, what kind of dog is named Geoff 

Lucy and Gregory! 

They have a grey cat named Gerald. So named to annoy Lucy’s Uncle Robert. Gregory adopted him for Lucy a week after he proposed, Lucy came home one day to find Gregory asleep on the sofa with a Tiny grey kitten curled up on his chest, his glasses askew and Lucy jokingly tells everyone that that’s the moment she fell in love with Greg. We were already engaged!  Gregory always calls out exasperatedly

Michael and Francesca!  

For her Birthday, the January after they get together, Michael buys Francesca a Scottish terrier Puppy. It has long since amused Francesca that Michael cannot grow a full beard, patchy stubble is the very most he can manage and so he gets her a Scottish terrier so she can at least have one Scotsman with a beard in her life. Francesca names him Fergus and he very much enjoys his life as a celebrity doggo, spending his days on set, wearing a raincoat in the rain etc. He has 2M followers on instagram 

Edwina and Matthew!

Matthew has had Darwin the Hermann tortoise since he was 17 and he loves his little buddy to death. Edwina is desperately worried about harming Darwin though eventually she learns how to look after him. When their daughter Sarah is three, she desperately wants a puppy, desperately, Begs and begs and begs for one. Edwina comes home and finds Matt attempting to tie a balloon t the collar of a rather bedraggled looking wiry haired terrier puppy that appeared to be a mix of 10 different breeds. Surprise? Matthew says as their daughter coos happily at Theo Edwina sighs You found him on the street didn’t you? And her heart doubles in size as Matthew nods happily But I took him to the vet and got him all cleaned up, please Eddie can we keep him?! 

Honestly, I don’t think any of the other couples are pet people tbh 🤷🏻‍♀️

[misteravid]

Lola Batik was my lovely senior doggo. She had velvet skin, a cold nose &  a habit of hiding in pillows. These were drawings I made during our last days together to help me process everything.

-------------- 2021

Writing this down to get it out of my head hopefully, so I won’t keep swimming in these thoughts. The past year I had constantly been adjusting to Batik. When I adopted her, she was a senior already. I wanted to make her last years better. She’s around 14/15, no one really knows how old she is exactly as she had been passed around different households. She was with me for nearly 6 years & was an Iron Lady Lola through most of it. Ready to fight any dog larger than her. It was only during the pandemic when she aged & weakened so rapidly. When she started having a hard time walking we kept finding ways. First a push cart, then a back brace, then a makeshift walker to keep her up, then a proper walker with wheels, until finally it was just yoga mats on the floor to cushion her falls. Today is Tuesday & it was the first time I got a whole night’s sleep in months. I’ve gotten used to waking up between midnight & dawn several times to attend to Lola Batik who would cry in distress because she can't stand up to pee or poop. If I’m lucky I catch her on time but there were too many nights when there was a mess to clean up. My patience would vary & there are times I would take out my frustrations on her. I guess that's why I held on for so long, as penance for the times that I’d harshly push her away from falling into her pee or stepping on her poop. At one point though I made a promise that I will never hurt her again. “I’m here” I say when I attend to her “I’m always here”. Last Saturday morning I had a very bad meltdown. I was severely sleep deprived & she was just crying & crying & none of the usual things I do would pacify her. She made one mess after another. I kept shouting at her & was already imagining violent means to just end everything. I called Paulle for help because I was afraid of what I’ll do to her or myself. I’ve never felt that way. Just over a month ago she beat the dreaded ehrlichia for the third time in her life. Platelets were normal but her body was old & weak. She was not really in pain because she would stop crying as soon as I attended to her, our vet verified that. I told myself as long as she had her appetite we would still go on. I thought that it wasn’t fair to end her life because of how inconvenient it was for me. I thought I just needed to keep on adjusting & learn to control my temper. It wasn’t like I was subjecting her to chemo or any painful treatments. But Paulle made the case that I shouldn’t wait for things to get worse. That pain is a certainty sooner rather than later. Lola Batik couldn’t see anymore, can barely walk & always falls down. If she could talk, what would she say? Would she want all this? She looked horrible as well. Any pet owner/parent/friend would always pride themselves on how healthy their doggos looked. Her immune system would no longer heal her skin after it got mange as a side effect from steroids when we fought off a lung infection. Weekly oil treatments kept it managable for many months until she started looking like a zombie. I felt silly/bad that she looked so poor & neglected instead of the matron who has a personal servant. So after talking & crying (& crying some more) with Paulle, we decided to go to the vet & ask about putting Lola Batik to sleep. Part of me was still hoping that our vet would say otherwise but she said she was actually surprised that I managed to wait this long. She said she’ll need to prepare herself as well & give us time to think when we want it done. We initially set it to next Saturday, one last week with her. Infini-tears, I did not know we could cry this much. That Saturday night I did not administer her maintenance meds anymore. What for? But it felt so odd breaking our well established routine. When we woke up Sunday morning, we were back on the meds & nebulization sessions. I figured I’ll do everything as normal this final week. But my heart felt like an obese elephant. I didn’t think I could do this for more days. So I went to the vet & scheduled Monday morning. I paid for the procedure so we’d have one less thing to attend to. Cry. Cry. Cry. Sidenote: Do not bike while crying, obvious hazards.  There was a bit of relief knowing I did not have to carry the feeling for a whole week. I decided I’d take Lola Batik for one last walk around our old route in the village. I carried her since she can’t walk & she never got used to the wheel walker I bought. Since she can’t see I just talked to her & described where we were. I told her about the building in the distance that was my first adult home. The new houses that had popped up. I reminded her where the burrito place was. When we got home I gave Lola Batik Ministop Fried Chicken & she gobbled it up. I doubted the decision again. No turning back now, I already paid. But it’s not like it’s binding & surely I’m not the first one to back out of such a procedure. More doubts, more regrets, more tears. I told my family about it & asked our Antipolo house to dig her a grave. Next to where Momo was buried. Krik & Michelle came to visit. Larry competed for attention. As midnight came I set up waterproof linings on the couch so I could sleep next to her. She used to sleep next to me from time to time. I used to put her between pillows & call it a Batik Sandwich. When she got weak & incontinent she no longer went up to my bed. That night as I lay next to her I could easily feel her twitch when she needed to be assisted. Maybe I would not have been so tired all this time if I had thought of this earlier. This was better than being woken up by a sharp cry. Too late now genius. I didn’t really sleep, as tired as I was, how could I? I just counted down the hours as silly movies played on TV. I drew to pass the time. I kept telling her I loved her.  Monday morning came. I was nervous about being late for our appointment & I kept checking on Paulle if she was on her way. Krik & Michelle met us outside the vet & they said their goodbyes. Tears for all. I brought Batik’s bed & blanket because I knew that it was cold inside & she hates the cold. I told Batik to say hello to Momo, Akiba, Mama, to Paulle’s Dad, to Silong, to Supremo to everyone on the other side. Doc explained the procedure but we misunderstood. When they asked us to step out, I thought we would still get to see her sleeping before they plug in the heart stopping serum. We withheld saying the last goodbye. I thought I’d get to hold her as she fell asleep THEN step out because they did not want us seeing the possible involuntary spasms. They called us in & she was gone. I was shocked & we cried & carried her body to the car. “HINDI KO NAINTINDIHAN!” I bawled to Paulle, I didn’t get to say goodbye. But I guess it’s all the same anyway. This whole year has been one very long Goodbye. We drove up to my father’s house in Antipolo. He was under the weather & still asleep so he did not come out to see us. But Kuya Blady’s, his kind assistant, had prepared everything. He even made a makeshift shed because he was afraid it would still be raining hard when we arrived. He tried hard not to cry & helped me lower her body down. We cushioned her body between banana leaves, one last Batik Sandwich, then planted the guyabano tree. And that was that. I am still floating. I have much to put away. My whole house has been reconfigured to her needs. I have stocks of medication to give away, mats & blankets to clean. I finally unplugged the blow dry & nebulizer. The two most used appliances, alway ready to go. Just preparing food for Larry brings me to tears, what was for two is now just for one. This will take a while. I miss you & love you so much Lola Batik. Thank you for being the bestest Lola Dog in the whole wide universe </3

[hetalia-has-a-secretary]

allies + eje human au headcanons

I had to look up what eje meant, which was Axis in Spanish 🌮 (there's no sombrero emoji, and I'm mad about it). This is mostly a college Human AU, but there's still some future stuff in there. Enjoy the longest list of Headcannons in one post lol

Human AU Hetalia!

Allies:

America:

Has rich parents, but doesn't tell anyone, and somehow his big house that everyone parties at doesn't give it away.

The only person who knows is Japan, and that's specifically because Japan's dad works for America's dad.

Is a college student, hoping to go for some kind of music degree.

A first year.

Black T-shirt and jeans. Has a plaid button up for everyday of the month, usually has it tied around his hips.

Has like, one basic tux and refuses to wear anything but converse or airwalkers.

Space nerd #1, except he's more into what's beyond our boundaries, and loves the constellations.

One of the most popular kids, and no matter how hard you try he's not easy to hate.

Gives off dumb college kid energy even though he's one of the A+ students.

His glasses are for show. It was meant to be a rebellious thing since Canada use to get bullied about his own glasses, now it's just an esthetic.

Skate boards and plays the acoustic guitar in his free time.

Jeans are usually missing the knee section.

Once set off firecrackers in a metal trash can as a school prank.

England:

Last year of college, majoring in history after failing his cooking classes.

Graphic tee central. We are unsure how many he has but he's up to 43 different shirts worn on campus.

Usually has his earbuds in, listening to punk rock.

Has an ungodly amount of bracelets. His favorite one is a black snap bracelet with little pirate skulls.

Was practically raised by his older brothers.

Lives alone, but is secretly an amazing writer.

Has a Tumblr blog he writes spooky stuff on.

Top of his class, but can be a dummy if he's put on the spot.

France:

No one is sure how he's been allowed to take nothing but art classes. No English, or science, just art.

Is also a transfer student, he's probably the second richest thanks to daddy.

Is the school stud, despite not sleeping with a single soul, and is actually extremely nervous about dating, and is just more comfortable with playful flirting.

He wants to be a fashion designer, or Model. Mostly a Designer.

Loose shirts and tight pants.

Has a weird obsession with belt sashes.

Plays violin like a god, and is a senior.

China:

Another senior in college.

Had the unfortunate event of being in the same cooking class as England before Arthur decided to switch degrees.

Still hangs out with him and Japan.

One of the few who is taking advanced classes, and is literally everyone's tutor.

Going for a Degree in Cooking. Wants to be a head chef.

His parents are over seas, but he promised to get them to America as soon as he can.

He wears a lot of colorful shirts that is always tucked into his pants.

Most of which look like bowling shirts, but he likes to add little Chinese patches to them. Has a signature jean jacket that is overwhelmed with patches.

Has a panda beenie baby keychain, so everyone knows exactly who it belongs to when he losses his keys.

Very quick to panic, and hates to admit he's wrong.

Russia:

Third and final transfer student, along with Japan, and France.

Poor confused child is trying so hard.

He's kind of shy, and is fully aware his social akwardness creeps everyone out.

Almost cried the day America and Prussia adopted him into the cool kid circle.

His broken english is probably the biggest turn off for the people at school. It's why no one really talks to him, mostly because they can't figure out what he's saying most of the time.

Biggest sweetheart though, and is painfully smart, but do to the english thing he's stuck in the average classes, but China comes swooping in and his english gets almost fluent by his third year.

He doesn't own a single thing tech, minus a flip phone, but somehow knows all the hot keys on the computer to every program, and it's only because he's lazy about it and it's the funniest thing.

Space nerd #2 but knows more about the planets and can name every single moon, and knows the history of space discoveries by heart.

Secretly a hopeless romantic, and doesn't realize he reads England's blog.

Is pretty much a closet goth, but likes bright colors too much to be seen in all black.

Knows way to much about torture devices and learned very quickly that gets you out casted in a school setting.

Isn't upset that he doesn't have many friends, but somehow attracts all the little kids from the grade school.

He likes his northface sweater, and loose pants. But his shirts are pretty colorful, and he likes collecting shoelaces.

He spends a lot of time in the woodwork shop, creating amazing figures and such.

Canada:

I can feel the dissapointed stares of Matt not being a photographer. Welp, guess he also gets a degree in art then.

Second year, Because he skipped one year in college.

Clothing style is long sleeves and vests.

He likes feeling fancy, and owns an endless amount of beanies.

One of the few people who talks to Russia.

His locker has a snot ton of polar bear stickers that everyone stuck to it, and he loves it.

Is baby but can kick butt in the wrestling club after school.

Has a tiny white Pomeranian that he rescued from it's mother who wouldn't take care of it, probably because the puppy was the runt of the litter.

Has a Harley Davidson and it's been painted black with the aurora on it, making everyone think it was his non-existent girlfriend's or something. Now it's a running joke.

Axis:

Germany:

He's not a jock, but he's friends with them.

Military Dad.

Is usually found hanging out in the gymnasium on breaks. It's quiet and no one is going to bother him. Usually.

Senior, and so ready to get the heck out of college.

Ladies love him, but he really hates the attention, like please help him.

Style wise he's pretty basic, but really loves his camo print.

Has owned countless doggos, and only attracted so many girls the day he walked to school with a fluffy poodle that France Hijacked for the day.

Doesn't ever go to dances after the first one and everyone tried to get him drunk, to no avail.

Had out drank some of the dumber students to shut them up.

Can be mean if you persistently pester him for dumb stuff, especially if he's already said no.

He's into construction and is working on a degree in Construction Management.

Japan:

Exchange student number 3

Degree in technology is what he desires.

Style = Geek, but like a stylish geek.

Him and Canada are in photography class together.

Japan is also part of the cool kids, but only when they're about to do some dumb stunt, and need a camera man.

Doesn't mind, loves watching them make fools of themselves.

Has a rebellious streak, and tends to be a complete sass.

As soon as something seems to go bad, he gone. He's heading towards the door. Been in detention once, and that was it.

Why does everyone go to him for advice when china is literally down the hall?

Rich kid #3 and his parents are traditional and are having a crisis over their son's rebellious attitude.

Italy:

Is a first year, and is oddly enough, going for a degree in history.

Really likes antiques and old artsy stuff.

Has a few shared classes with France, and they pretty much own those classes.

Rivals America's charisma, but isn't as popular due to:

Being seen around France, and not doing dumb and entertaining crap like america.

Gets picked on a lot Because he doesn't understand you can't be nice to the Jock's girlfriend without everyone thinking your flirting, even though you just needed directions on your first day of school.

Germany is now his bodyguard and he was kind of like "???" But they get closer the longer they hangout.

Fancy shirt man, like hand me downs from his Italian father. So they're really nice, and a lot of eye melting patterns.

Gets attached to people easily, and is sensitive when he gets taken advantage of during assignments, but toughs through it because he has too.

Has two cats literally named Mona, and Lisa.

Has cried at least once at school because he's a soft guy, but he gets a thicker shell the older he gets and learns to just laugh off other people's stupidity.

Romano:

Protective older brother gooooo

Second year in school, and his first year made him want to eat brinks.

Doesn't know what degree he wants, but settled for a degree in cooking.

Shares his brother's shirts practically and it confuses everyone Because, didn't Feliciano wear that shirt last week?

Immediately thinks people don't know washing machines exist Because of this, so his sass factor is high up there.

Doesn't really have friends, and also does not care. He's a bit of a lone wolf and needed something to do.

The amount of not caring attitude contrasts his high grades and his teachers are painfully confused by it.

Will jokingly tell people to fight him at McDonald's, and almost fought someone but literally laughed, and suggested they got something to eat instead.

He's somehow, in a bizarre and unwanted sense, everyone's brother which is just...

No one understands him, but they like him, and he doesn't know why and it kind of bugs him.

He's usually in the front of the school daydreaming about, god only knows what...

Is the epitomy of the "she doesn't even go here" joke from mean girls, except he does go to that school.

Why did he need a degree? Oh yeah, Because work places don't care what kind of paper, you just need a paper.

Prussia:

Rival friendship with america, and Russia has had to step in to break up petty fights.

He's not sure why he's part of the popular kids since he's so fricken chaotic and obnoxious. Or so he thinks.

Genuinely a sweet guy in his last year, desperately wanting a degree in mathematics. Like, no one understands why mathematics until he starts pulling card tricks from his pocket that deals with it, and blows everyone's mind.

He is also head of the newspaper club.

Has the style of a teenage band member and will not apologize for it.

Has hijacked the schools speaker system to blast evanescence, which gave a huge boost to his friendship with Russia, since the big fellow shares Prussia's taste in music.

Can eat a whole ghost pepper without batting an eyelash, and this is only Headcannon and a worthy note because he became sick the day after and the whole school had "in loving memory of Gilbert's stomach" posters all over the place.

Teacher's are very much done with his harmless antics. They're noticably stupid pranks, but only to the point it's annoying.

Like he managed to make all the teacher's computer backgrounds as Brad Pitt wearing a sombrero. There's no joke, and no punchline. It's just a poorly Photoshopped sombrero?

Races his brother to school every morning, and afternoon. Cops have stopped them at least twice due to other bystanders getting freaked out.

Him and Romano don't mix well, but try to leave each other alone.

[lihikainanea]

I have more doggo questions please, if any of you can indulge me.

I’ve done a lot of research on breeds lately and just kind of...I just looked at options, all around, to make sure that if I get a doggo he is the happiest and healthiest as can be.

Now to give it some context, I had dogs growing up but we were also very old school about them. My mom stayed home so the doggo always had company, and also, she would just like...refuse to ever leave the dogs alone, even if we just wanted to go out for dinner. It kind of gave me the weird idea that dogs could never be left alone or they’d destroy your entire house.

A lot of the breeds I genuinely love have a lot of separation anxiety or are high energy. At the end of the day I think it’s gonna be an Aussie shepherd--I am just SO obsessed. I want to go the adoption route but don’t entirely know if I’ll be able to.

Now, my questions are as follows: do you leave your doggo home alone for reasonable amounts of time? I plan on investing a lot of time and effort into the doggo--I am the weirdo who watches dog training videos online when I don’t even have a dog because I find it all so interesting--so I would definitely be attending obedience school with the pupper, and if I get a dog prone to separation anxiety I would get a trainer to help me with that too so that my mutt is as happy and secure as he can possibly be.

My second question is, how do we feel about doggie day care? I am not returning to an in-office environment 5 days a week for at least another year--but once I do, the breeds I’m interested in all really say it’s kinda just cruel to leave them on their own that long, because they need companionship. The idea would be to bring doggo to the daycare 5 days a week while I work, so he can socialize and play and run to his heart’s content, and then spend time with me in the evening.

Is that...reasonable? Especially all of you who have really needy breeds. I suppose my one worry would be the evenings when karate starts back up--I’d pick doggo up from daycare after work, drop him off at home, and he’d be alone for 2-3 hours. Is that....unfair? Is that cruel? I ask from a very genuine perspective, because I honestly don’t know and if it’s at ANY level unfair to the dog, then I won’t get one.

Also, how do we feel about crate training? The reviews are so mixed--some call it cruel, others call it a relief and sense of security for your doggie friend.

All of your thoughts and insight, please.

[fandom-blackhole]

Now that I have time and some motivation let's get down to business.

Paz also has tattoos for you,

One of your name in mando'a,

Second of the star constellation that you spotted on your trip, we love our wiccan king,

He'd 10000% be the guy to get his child's birth date tattooed,

Paz posting his precious doggo on instagram?,

Oh or Paz starting a culinary YouTube channel???,

And also showing his of the grid lifestyle?,

showing his animal rescue and promoting adoptions!,

He is buffy, handsome, funny, loves children and animals, dresses good and is the best chef, so there are many fanboys and fangirls in his comments thirsting over him,

When the comments asking if he is single get too overwhelming, he asks you to tune in for some vlogs,

You'd definitely film a mukbang video!!,

And also these crazy spicy noodle challenges,

Boba accidentally disliking all of Paz' videos?? (we are still onto tech-grandpa Boba? 😂),

You have to make sure that he doesn't post any pictures done by his hand,

He'd retweet funny clips of cats and cute pictures from Jango Investigation company's official profile,

Also him leaving embarrassing comments on your profile?

Or not knowing that there is function to dm you on instagram,

So he comments on your recent holiday trip picture ''you looked good in this swimsuit princess, shame on me I tore it apart'' or ''looking tempting babygirl, be ready, sir will be home soon'',

Din doesn't really care for sm?,

Like he used to be a casual user,

But one day people were flooding his comments and dms, spamming him with @pascalisapunk,

He noticed that you were watching youtube kids with Grogu,

(oh now I hope you will know what is going on) Grogu really likes watching cocomelon,

So Din tricked him to watching PewDiePie instead,

You don't like it tho, thinking these videos are too edgy and stupid for both of them,

''Din you've watched too many of these videos and you became a brain-rotten himbo I don't want the same to happen to our son!'',

Din and Grogu playing Minecraft together? 🥺,

Also Paz has the best town in Animal crossing for sure!,

Surprise, surprise Boba actually likes and knows how to(!!!) play Mafia game (well it's from 2002 so maybe that's why lol),

But he is the king of board games,

Especially Monopoly!!!

Also not to mention cars games,

He made you play strip poker with him 😳,

Paz and you doing a baby shower at his restaurant!!,

Imagine big daddy bear Paz with a little babygirl 😍😍😍, (Bummer that we don't have an official name for the Armorer, could be honored by Paz naming his baby after her 😭),

Grogu telling his friends at school that his daddy is also an actor lol,

Few days later bunch of 5 year olds are asking him if this is the way to the restroom, if he can bring in some hot chocolate, and doing the baby yoda batuu sound at him lol,

Poor Din, but he secretly loves it, he just loves children,

So imagine his combustion when you tell him that you are having a little Djarin 😍,

Paz helping with babyshower??,

And Boba is totally on buying you a new, bigger apartment as a gift lol,

''What, Djarin? Can't have my little nephew and favorite sister-in-law who is pregnant living in your excuse of an apartament'' lol Boba has no chill,

Grogu gets addicted to bubble tea,

And it isn't because of your introduction, you knew better not to let him drink too often,

But everyday, after coming back from the kindergarten Din and Grogu would stop by your favorite bubble tea shop,

Grogu totally wants a little brother!,

And Din is thinking about a little babygirl or better, why not both, or even better two little boys and a little girl and Grogu being their big bro 😍,

You better be ready for some intensive wrestling sessions,

You and Din have no idea why, but lately, he seems to cum A LOT MORE,

When Boba carries out the tradition you are pregnant,

Pregnant with twin boys,

And the look identical, like they were literally cloned 😉,

Boba wouldn't throw a huge babyshower,

He is too afraid after the incident involving you and the rival syndicate,

Actually Boba decided that you should move from the downtown, to live in a more low-key area,

So you are now living in a palace 😉 in the suburbs

Boba gets you a private driver and a bodyguard,

But most of the time he tries to drive you to work since you both have offices in the downtown area,

Your daily commute can get really pleasurable for both of you 😳,

Boba has his own shooting range lol, king of extra right?

One day when you were babysitting Grogu at your place you found out that Boba was teaching the kid about shooting,

You were furious,

''C'mon princess, haven't I told you about me and my father? He showed me how to use a gun when I was even younger than Grogu'',

Srsly, this man,

Giving him a death glare you take Grogu and treat him for some bubble tea

-🐣

Oh yeeesss let's get to business....

Paz's tattoos 😭😭😭 so cute (kind of reminds me of my dad, he has all of our names)

Paz totally has an Instagram dedicated to Ad'ika

Paz being thirsted after on his YouTube is so cute

But his followers also really ship the two of you, because you both are just couple goals

Paz makes you the cutest anniversary video and posts it to his YouTube

Paz is a total gamer, he absolutely loves Animal Crossing and he makes a whole section of his town dedicated to you

Paz throws the absolute cutest baby shower and anyone and everyone is invited

You both decide to wait until after the baby is born to find out the gender, and Paz has a raffle going on at the restaurant where people can guess the gender

Armorer = Amira? Amara? Andromeda??

He makes you both cute matching sweaters for your characters

Paz is the one that introduced Grogu to minecraft

Boba cause so much havoc on social media

He totally is leaving thirst comments under your pictures on Instagram not realizing everyone else can see them too

You have a Instagram set up for Fennec too because she is just so photogenic, at least when you take the pictures

I think Boba is actually pretty proficient at using Twitter, and its more or less because he uses it to stalk people 9/10

You have a tumblr where you tease and make fun of Boba, mostly posting quotes or the silly pictures that Boba takes

Boba totally dominates at any board game, but especially Monopoly

That game of strip poker did not last long at all, and you think Boba quite literally was hiding aces up his sleeves

Boba makes sure you are always thoroughly satisfied before he drops you off at work every morning

When Boba finds out you're pregnant he celebrates, and its huge

He starts going all out buying anything and everything he can/wants

When he finds out its twin boys he is over the moon

Names for the boys, Jango and Jaster? Rex and Cody??

Boba totally buys some big house outside of town, that has anything and everything you could ever ask for

It also has a panic room and state of the art safety because Boba isn't taking chances with you or the boys

Also, bringing the babysitting saga to the modern au 😭😭

You walk in on Boba handing Grogu a gun and you flip out, yelling at him

He just shrugs and you take Grogu away and say that your kids WILL N O T learn how to do any of that stuff until they are atleast teenagers

Boba pouts because you ruined his and Grogu's bonding time

When Din comes to pick up Grogu, Grogu looks him in the eye and says "cocksucker"

Din has a heart attack and Boba laughs as you yell at him asking where he heard that

Grogu says that he heard uncle Boba say it while on the phone

Din tries to follow Paz’s recipes from his YouTube, and it always turns out badly and you have to come in and save it

Din totally loves Pewdiepie's humor

Din gets frustrated with social media and ends up just making an empty account so he can follow you and watch videos, but after the whole Pedro Pascal disaster he never posts anything

Grogu and you are his profile picture though

When Grogu goes around telling the kids at school he is the mandalorian he just sighs

And when all of the kids start quoting the show, he just starts quoting them back so they will stop bothering him

When Din announced the pregnancy Paz got so excited to have another nephew/niece

Paz lets Din hold the baby shower at the restaurant and he makes all of the food, including little gender reveal cake pops

Paz gifts the two of you a photo album at has pictures of the two of you and grogu, but it is still half empty so you can add more memories of your expanding family

Boba just hands Din house keys a day says the place is paid off and he's covering the bills for the first year (he also had a nice play set built in the backyard for Grogu)

[the-river-person]

I’m going to have to make a list of these eventually. But know that the world in “The Alleyway” is now considered "open for use"  or “Community Shared” without the need to request permission from the creator (me) though I’d like to be tagged and credited still. Name of Au: WarrenTale Creator: the-river-person Date of Appearance: Aug 1st, 2021 Universe: WarrenTale is a Universe where Monsters and Humans live freely together within the four major cities of the Claustra Alliance. The Alliance is ruled over by an Emperor who mostly allows the city officials or rulers to each do as they see fit. Citizens are not allowed to leave the confines of the cities, which are large enough to be mostly comfortable for a lot of people, except by special rail cars which carry people to the other cities. The reason for this confinement is the Corruption. A supposed poison or infection that covers the land and deadens it, rendering it blackened or grey, and everything on it that is infected. The official reports state that the Corruption originated during the Human and Monster War and that in order to survive, Humans and Monsters formed an emergency peace treaty and created the cities with magic and technology, thus diverging WarrenTale from the main course of events of Undertale. Each city is supposed to corespond to one of the original Game’s main areas. Vandfald, the only named city thus far, is based on the Waterfall Area and features a city of colossal towers that carry layers of open-air streets and numerous districts. This cluster of towers stands in a deep gorge whose depths cannot be seen from above. Water is pumped in from below and put to use all over the city to generate power, the canals then dump it back down into the gorge via massive waterfalls. The city’s drinking and bathing water is pumped in specially to prevent any Corruption. There is still technology in this world, but its either primitive stuff or very very advanced. Little of the stuff we’d recognize remains unless its scavenged from outside the Cities and repaired to be sold by illegal merchants. The Warren is a set of twisted labyrinthine streets that are home to vagrants and vagabonds, shady dealers, persecuted minorities, criminals of various kinds, and pretty much most outcasts from the Cities. They are built to resemble the streets and styles of all four of the Cities, but are actually quite far away from all of them. Technology and Magic as old as the War was scavenged, rebuilt, and used to make numerous Gateways and Posterns that lead into the Four Cities in various locations. In the event of an incursion, these gateways can be shut down to cut off access. Denizens of the Warren see themselves as apart from the Cities and the Emperor’s rule, though not everyone sees themselves as a rebellion. Characters: Frisk: A Gender Neutral child of about twelve years of age who lives with the Dreemurr Family after having been adopted through the system at a young age (a deeply traumatic experience). Though the Dreemurrs are not cruel people and would never try to hurt anyone, they are not the most ideal parents and can sometimes be both neglectful and controlling. Madame Toriel: A charming woman, but somewhat overzealous about what she terms “climbing the social ladder”. This entails hosting large dinners and galas with all sorts of important people, especially Minister Sans. The Minister is of particular importance to her because he is Minister of Finance and Commerce for the City of Vandfald, and the Dreemurr family owns a budding trading company. She may be sweet on Sans, but its difficult to tell whether that’s real or merely a product of her ambitions. Though she sees herself as benevolent and kindly, she likes to have things her way and can aggressively micromanage everyone around her until she’s satisfied. Azzy: The child of Madame Toriel and Master Asgore. Suffers from neglect and is often ill and anxious. Whenever he’s well enough he likes to spend time out in the extensive gardens around the family house and sometimes to visit the city gardens. His favorite flower is a kind of golden blossom whose name he hasn’t found out yet, though he’s memorized the names of every other flower in the city. Master Asgore: A monster consumed by his desire for wealth, left a shell of himself. He is always working, always trying to make better trades, make new profitable deals. Driven by the need to provide a “better” life for his family, he is neglectful and absent. Though others might think him friendly and charming, he is solely focused on rising up in the world. Always rising, but never really stopping, never finding that enough is enough, and slowly losing the very things he’s certain that he’s caring for. Doggo: Surprisingly he’s an old University Professor, fired for teaching his students about dissenting views against the Alliance, the Cities, and the Emperor, about pre war history and philosophy, and about a number of things the city officials decided were “deliberately harmful to the prospects of students by taking up their time with unnecessary and outdated or irrelevant studies.” (In other words, they didn’t want to say he was a threat to the state so he got the boot). He still keeps in contact with several of his students, one of whom is Minister Sans of Vandfald City. Doggo now lives in the Warrens, and has printed several books with his knowledge (all banned by the Emperor after copies were found and confiscated by city law enforcement) under various pseudonyms. Minister Sans: For all appearances he is a respectable and upstanding Citizen. He oversees trade and business for Vandfald as well as setting the government’s budgets. However he is also well aware of the Warrens and is actively engaged in a growing resistance to the control of the Emperor. He is not publicly known to have a brother, but he cares very deeply for Papyrus and ensures that he always has more than enough to live on despite the fact they rarely see one another anymore. Papyrus: The Doorkeeper. Papyrus is rarely seen in person, spending almost all of his time in his home, hidden deep in the lower levels of Vandfald City’s towers. He has control of the mechanisms that maintain the entrances to the Warrens. Individual gates and doors can be shut by someone nearby in the Warrens. But this lonely skeleton holds the key to shut or open any or all of them whenever he wishes. How he ended up in charge of this is unknown, but he’s made it his life’s work to keep the Warrens free and the refugees living there safe. He spends so much time alone, watching the gateways, that it consumes him, driving him half mad. Sitting in the dark and staring at screens from ancient computers as old as the War of Humans and Monsters. Sans visits rarely, and ensures he has money and food and anything else he wants. Aron and Catty: Two married monsters who live in the Warrens. Traders and merchants, they sell illegally scavenged and repaired technology from the badlands beyond the city. Aron is a very handsome aquatic monster with muscular features and comes off as a used car salesman. He is deeply devoted to his Cat Monster wife and would do anything for her. She is only slightly resentful towards their situation, having come from a moderately wealthy family, but loves him just as fiercely. Despite this, they quarrel constantly, and she whacks him with whatever is on hand (really he doesn’t mind this and they both know it. It’s more for the show of getting their frustrations out.) Chilldrake: Child of the Drake family, a family who runs a restaurant in Vandfald City. His friends include Azzy, Frisk, a mouse (whose father works in the restaurant), and a monster named Suzy. Can I use this AU in my story/comic/video/art?: Yes. I only ask that I be tagged and credited! So I can come see what cool stuff you did! Can I write a story/comic or make a video for this AU that tells its story?: Sure. I don’t have a story for it. I might come back and do a one shot or two. But all stories for it are equally canon. Is Mistral Sans an official part of this AU?: He is not. Mistral visited, and ended up giving advice to Frisk and Azzy. But he won’t interfere with events here, and has told them not to mention him to anyone. He might offer them one or two pieces of advice if they really need it, but its likely he’ll be long gone before the story draws to its close. He’s just here to see what this Universe is like. Will you answer questions about this AU’s characters, places, and history?: Sure. I’d love to. Just send an ask and if I have an answer, I’ll let you know. Or if I never thought about that, I can probably figure it out in order to answer.

[uhhhhyandere]

I love, love, love you ❤️ I was hoping I could request where the main character begs for Yandere Light to let her get a doggo bc she’s so lonely since he made her quit a job. Like full on having a full ass fit. I’m talking full blown brat shit. Just how he would react and what she would have to do to convince him if you catch that drift 😏😉

yeah, i know what i said in my last post. whatever. never believe anything that comes out of my stupid mouth i am the single biggest sob in the universe. 

um… i took this in a… direction to say the least. someone has to stop me from riding suck n’ ride smut bc… it always goes like this. 

next light smut there is going to be ass-eating or i swear to god my name isn’t kerry literally all im thinking about is giving him a rimjob. really. this is where we are at folks. 

warnings: smut, face fucking (oops), dick sucking, sex, rough sex. he not happy boi

word count: 3.5k 

All you did was watch dog videos anymore. Of course, you watched them because you literally had little else to do during the day, but you just… happened to be more open about it when Light came through the door. Did it have anything to do with the fact you’ve been thinking about getting a furry friend to keep you company from the silence of an empty house and the dark recesses of your mind?

No, of course not. It had nothing at all to do with it, and it certainly had nothing to do with the fact that if you ask him directly, he would say no before any more words could breach the air. You would have to be creative, because when Light said “no,” there was no more argument, and you wanted this argument.

“A Pug. Wow. Beautiful.”

“Look, it’s a—it’s a Corgi. Oh my—wow. That’s amazing.”

You’d play around with different sizes.

“This Mastiff? This gentle giant? Can do nothing wrong.”

“This Bichon matches with the snow!”

And you’d talk about listings you just happened to see online from the local shelters.

“This one—wow. All of her shots. She looks so nice. Oh, and potty trained! What a girl. Damn.”

“He’s sitting down—oh a paw. I see a paw. Can he do the other paw? Oh, yes he can. Also has all his shots. Wonderful.”

Considering the man you lived with, you were pretty positive that he figured out your intentions day one or day two max. It’s been about a week since you’ve been… outgoing in your interest. At this point, it was a game as to who would break first. You bet he was waiting for you to get annoyed with his ignoring of anything you said related to the subject with how blatant he was with shirking you off, forcing you to simply ask.

You weren’t going to make it so easy on him. Though he happened to be the king of hiding his emotions, you knew you had to be getting to him. Light would never admit it, and he would certainly never show it. He wanted to keep that satisfaction as far away from you as possible.

So, you turned up the heat.

Before, you would break off the dog topic after a time, wanting to etch it in your daily schedule only bits at a time. Now? It’s the only thing you talk about, no matter the actual subject at hand.

“There’s another event we have to—.”

“The animal shelter is having an event in the park next week for adoptions.”

“I’m going to have to go for groceries soon.”

“Look at this weenie dog dressed in a weenie costume.”

“I—.”

“Doggo cute.”

It was only a matter of time until—.

“This French Bulldog is—.”

“Y/N.” His voice was clear, demanding. Even after all this time, like a teacher scolding elementary students, it immediately brought you to silence. You sat on your shared bed, legs crossed, as he leered down at you from the bathroom. “I would say it was cute at first, but you know it’s a waste of time to try asking anything indirectly. As if I would succumb to your manipulation, but I let you carry on. You would get bored. You would stop and think and realize that it was pointless to keep it up, but you persisted. I thought to myself maybe you were just trying to see if I would crack and give you the satisfaction of indulging in your antics, and I was right.

“It begs the question. Why didn’t you just ask directly? Easy. Because I would say no, and you would be correct. To allow something else besides me your devotion? Not likely. But what? Did you think showing me videos of Shibu Inus and Pomeranians would make me want one first? You have the logic of a six-year-old, Y/N,” Light began to unbutton his shirt, “Did you honestly think it would work? Or did you simply want to get a rise out of me?” He removed the shirt entirely, then lifted his undershirt over his head just as easily. Light tossed the fabric into the hamper, leaving a pale, lithe abdomen on display. He turned to fully face you and took two easy steps forward. “Why would you want one in the first place? Have I not given my fiancée enough attention recently? Is this your way of getting back at me, hm?”

You were almost at an even height to his belt buckle, but you did your best to ignore that as his eyes demanded attention upwards. His gaze was near malicious, but not quite so. Ah. Lascivious. That’s what they were. You swallowed the knot out of your throat.

“Y-you wish.”

“Your hesitation is very resounding. Then, if you’re so sure, indulge me. Don’t tell me you wanted a distraction from your loving husband-to-be. I know you didn’t want something else to focus on besides me when I’m away at work, so tell me. Tell me why you desired a filthy, shedding ball of fur. Your answer may earn you some mercy.”

You unfolded your legs from underneath you as your foot began to numb under the weight of your leg. Your hands glided back and forth on your thighs. Was there a point in lying? No, scratch that. Was there a point in lying to someone who already knew the truth? Well, his own truth that Light would undoubtedly make yours. There was little purpose in making it worse on yourself.

“No, you’re—uh—right.” Light set his hands on his hips.

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I’m just… lonely when you’re at work. So… yeah.” You risked a peek upwards. Oh, geez the smirk on that fucker. “I’m sorry.” His arms rose from his hips to cross over his chest.

“For?”

“Huh?”

“What are you sorry for? Annoying me for days with your drivel? Wanting a mutt? Lying?” You furrowed your brows. “Oh, that one confused you, hm? Alright, well, if you won’t admit it, I can do it for you. Lonely-“ he scoffed- “You can’t be serious. Such a blatant lie from your lips. The second time you are insulting my intelligence. I’ll ask one more time. Where does your motivation lie?”

“I’m not lying!” You hissed, jumping off the mattress to stand. “What—just what am I supposed to do all day cooped up in this place like a goddamned prisoner? Clean? The place is clean. Cook? As if you’d even let me try. Watch TV? My brain is rotting. You don’t even let me help kids with math anymore online. Just what am I to do? Next thing I may just throw myself out the window—,” Hands gripped your shoulders, causing a slight pain at the intensity.

“You think I’d let you? I expect you to stay here and be good and thankful that you are where you are. I, just as much as you, know—knew women who died to be in your shoes, and you’re ungrateful to be alive and safe? You want more?” You tried to shrug out of his grip, and he allowed you to take the steps away from him.

“I’m asking to be a human being, for fuck’s sake! I’m going to sit here and go crazy. Isn’t it enough that I don’t fuck with the rules anymore? I’m quiet. I don’t say anything. I put every façade you ask me to. All I want is something for me! Something to distract me from literally going insane here! To distract me from everything.”

 Light’s eyes sometimes spoke more truth than his mouth ever could. Right about now, the browns were all-consuming, aflame with ire, but his lips were upturned in a challenge.

“A distraction. Caught in a lie, Y/N. Bad form, even for you. After all this time, you still can’t face reality, dearest. I knew you’ve been pitting your mind in some gutter you call the truth. Makes this all easier to accept, but to go to the physical extent? I won’t allow it, and you won’t be able to recess your mind for long, so enjoy that pleasure while you can.” He paused, countenance recessing to something more composed. “You love me, don’t you, Y/N?”

“Yes.” There was no hesitation, no lie in that affirmation. It was the easiest of his questions to answer. “I love you.” Light inhaled deeply, chest flexing with the exhale.

“With love comes compromise, correct?” You responded with a glare. His tone was all too insinuating. “So, let’s compromise, yes? I hate arguing with you.” He reached an arm out, hand open. Your eyes glanced between the extended limb and his eyes before cautiously taking it. His hand squeezed and pulled you in tight. Light twisted and adjusted you so when he fell onto the bed, you landed comfortably on his lap. Releasing your hand, he brought his own up to gingerly glide his fingers across your cheek, a trail of bumps in its wake as it curled into your locks. Almost like a lover. Almost.

His fingers seized the strands and pulled, forcing your head back and opening your neck for his mouth to latch. “Then compromise, dearest. Prove to me what you think you deserve.” He spoke against your skin, open-mouth kisses with a hint of teeth between his words. “And I’ll make judgement.” His hand let go of your hair and traced to the back of your skull to slant your lips onto his impatient ones. The other wrapped itself to pull your body closer until he pushed you off with an unexpected force, almost knocking you to the ground.

From the unbalanced position, you watched him adjust his position to lie in the center of the bed, head angled to watch you from the pillows with both his hands as another cushion for his crown. Light smirked, watching you stand straight. “Well, go on. Compromise.” 

Light was never on the bottom. It was non-negotiable. Being anything else was utterly unacceptable for a god. This situation, despite the physical placement of both bodies, was no different. You may be the one crawling on top of him, fiddling with his belt buckle, but he had every bit of this situation in his control. Under his watchful gaze, you removed the strip of leather and threw it across the room.

“You’re going to have to help me here,” you muttered after undoing the fly. Wordlessly, he obliged, allowing you to slip the trousers off of his person. You glanced at his feet. Thank god he took his shoes off already, so he only lied in his boxers.

No, you would never be accustomed to this.

“You always look like it’s your first time,” he remarked. “As if you haven’t seen my cock before. From my recollection, you should be quite familiar with it by now.” You inhaled sharply. “Unless you don’t want to compro—.”

“Shut up,” you hissed, crawling to straddle his legs. “Just be quiet,” you said more quietly. You reached out to rub the only half-erect cock through the fabric. Only small groans were elicited above you. Light was not a noisy one, to say the least. It took your first, painful, terrible experience of deep-throating to even get him to moan fully.

“Do you think teasing is going to get you anywhere?” His voice is always composed during sex, and it really was alarming because… you really couldn’t relate. You glowered, fingers digging under the waistband and pulling. He helped again, lifting so you can get the fabric off. “If you think you’re doing anything fully clothed, I should take a cold shower.”

You made quick work of taking the layers of comfort clothes you had on, off. “You really know how to put on a show,” he deadpanned.

“Shut. Up.” You returned to your position, seeing his cock now fully erect from your previous work. You were sure you were wet, but you ignored it as best you could. You had a feeling you would not be serviced tonight. Before you can even lean down, he spoke again.

“Beg for it. Beg for the honor of sucking my cock. Convince me you deserve it if you believe you are so entitled.” There was not a single physical restriction to keep you from taking it into your mouth, but his words were powerful enough to keep you still. Light was daring you to try and misbehave, and you really couldn’t help the physical reaction his words always do to you.

“Please—,”

“Pathetic. I can have any girl in my bed. I can stick my cock in any person interested, and here you are, an ungrateful brat who wants more. You’re making quite an unremarkable argument for yourself. Perhaps I will take away—.”

“Please, Light. Allow me the honor of sucking your cock, of you fucking my throat. I want the privilege of swallowing your seed. Fuck—please. I’ll do anything.” You leaned down close, but not touching anything. You only lifted your eyes up to his. “Please. I know I’ve been bad. Please, let me make up for it.”

Your words in bed were always forced. He knew you hated dirty talk as much as you did, therefore he always made you speak, always made you confess how much you craved him, wanted him, and whenever you spoke it was hardly ever in lies. Your embarrassment was too prominent in your body language to tell him otherwise.

“Go on, then. Show me.” You licked up his length first, then around the head and back down. “Teasing will get you nowhere,” he repeated. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes and took him in, inch by inch. Light was incredibly average despite his ego. It wasn’t impossible to fit the entire length into your mouth with slow adjustment, but that didn’t mean it was fun. You would continue to work his length, getting more and less intense with your pressure and the speed your head bobbed. Still, there was little reaction from him, not there really never was any mind the grunts you could make out. Your inclinations to keep going, and you did until you pulled back.

“How’s—,” His hand was at the back of your head immediately, forcing your head back down, pushing his cock down your throat, pushing until you could feel his balls against your chin. No hair. He was pristine down there. You convulsed, gagged, choked, but he did not release his grip. Hand keeping its hold, he dragged your head up just a hair enough to thrust upwards. Water began to pool at the waterline of your eyes. You had to relax your throat, or this was going to be just worse.

But it was hard, so hard at the pace he was thrusting at. You squeezed your eyes shut and took it the best you can. Listening to his quiet grunts and groans, you forced your lips to continue covering your teeth, but you could not force your throat to loosen. Drool pooled at both sides of your mouth, carelessly falling into both him and the sheets along with the liquid of your tears. 

“Your throat is so fucking tight. That’s it. Choke on my cock. This is what your dirty mouth deserves.” Your limited experience could be to blame for its restricting. That, or the selfishness of the man whose grip on your hair tightened even more right before he allowed you to breathe once more.

And breath you did. Gasping, reeling for air as drool continued to leak down. From beneath your hair, you looked at Light, his eyes wild and alive with lust. Small heaves from his smiling mouth mixed with your wet and heavy ones. “Do you think you deserved that, dearest?” You finally wiped your mouth and shook the spit from your arm. “You’re lucky I am so generous. Come. For doing such a decent job.” His hands patted his hips. Swollen eyes met his. “Ride me, before I change my mind and fuck you into the mattress.”

Regaining some semblance of control, you moved to straddle his length. “Oh, your pussy is glistening. Did me fucking your throat really do that much to you? You loved to be controlled, don’t you?” You did not answer, shaky hands guiding his cock so you can sink onto it. You groaned at the feeling. “Tell me how good it makes you feel. How only I can make you feel like this.” You bit your lip, sinking down another inch or so.

“God, Light. Your cock feels so good. Only yours can make me feel like this. No one—no man, no woman, no person—can make me feel anything—like—this—fuck!” You sunk down to the hilt before you lifted yourself again, easing yourself up and down his length. “It’s so good—so good.” Light allowed you more time but decided your gentle pace was not enough to soothe him. He roughly grabbed you and flipped your positions.

“Too slow, Y/N. What did I say about teasing?” He brought his hips back and then snapped them into yours. You screamed, and you wondered if the neighbors would call again, but his pace did not relent.

“Light—please. It’s too—too much! It’s too fast. I can’t…” He smiled, a wicked grin over you.

“And you won’t. Don’t you dare think about cumming. I decided you don’t deserve it. This is your compromise. You get to live, marry, and get fucked by me, and only by me, and I will only have eyes for you. You’ll never feel like you need a… distraction again.” You clenched your teeth and pushed your head farther into the pillows. “I feel you clenching onto me. Don’t you dare think about disobeying me.” His thrusts were even, balanced.

“Please, please, please let me cum. It feels too good. You feel too good. I’ll do anything.”

“Then don’t cum.” You threw your hands back and gripped the headboard, feeling it rock in rhythm to his thrusts. They were beginning to become, sloppy, wild, he was close while you were holding back for dear life. “Y/N. You are mine and mine alone. Your body. Your actions. Your mind. I am the only thing you are allowed to think about.” With one final push, his seed released, filling and coating your insides. He rode it out, making sure every drop stayed. He hated to have to wash the sheets after, though your drool stains remained.

Pulling out, he retreated and stood, ignoring your writing, unfulfilled form. “Come. You aren’t going to sleep like—get those hands away from there. Let’s get you clean before you ruin the sheets even more.” Like before, he extended his hand to your heaving form. “Alright, alright, I’ll take care of you, but you need to get cleaned up first.” An unstable hand fit into his own. His gently pulled you to stand and allowed you to lean your weight onto his.

Hot water cascaded down your body. Though Light effortlessly scrubbed washed his hair, you could not bring yourself to match his speed, and by the time he was already done, you hadn’t even washed your body yet. You heard an incomprehensible mutter amidst the running water as he left you alone. He was washing his face as you finally emerged, wrapped in your towel. No romance tonight, you figured. Not that it was any different than any other night. You followed, brushing your teeth, washing your face, and taking your pills while he huddled in bed.

You could only dream of romance anymore. Getting your pajamas on, you approached the empty side of the bed. Before you could get on, Light shifted, opening his arms and staring at you expectantly. You froze. Did… did he want…? “Well, come on.” Ah. Was this supposed to be the ‘I’ll take care of you,’ he mentioned earlier? You supposed he would never wash you in the shower, so this would have to be it. You swallowed and fell into them, feeling his arm wrap you close to him so you lied nearly on your stomach, face buried in the crook between his neck and shoulders. His arm lied around your neck, the other near your elbow on the arm that sprawled on his chest. Oh, hello? What is this?

Ah. This is the quote-on-quote, attention he promised as a fiancé. His eyes remained closed as you stared. How forced was this? You wondered if he hated it, if he saw it was succumbing to your wishes, but it was unlikely. Perhaps it was him showing the physical love outside of sex that you lacked thinking it would keep you from having another outburst as you did before. Him keeping his side of the compromise so you would keep yours.

You allowed yourself to close your eyes before you thought too hard about his actions. The more you thought about it, the more—and less—real it all became, but if he was offering more conventional couple things: cuddling, dates, attention, you would not pose another argument.

“So, no dog?” you whispered.

[lovemesomesurveys]

o1. With which one of your friends do you spend the most time? With which friend do you spend the least amount of time? Would you like to change this in any way? --

o2. What four states in the USA would you most like to visit? Which four countries would you most like to visit? Alaska, Florida, Hawaii, and New York. Sweden, Italy, UK, and Greece.

o3. If you have one, how often do you watch your favorite television show? How long has this show been your favorite? I have several favorite TV Shows and rewatch a lot of them.

o4. Would it bother you if your boyfriend hugged other females ( think hypothetically if you don't have one )? Why or why not? No. I mean, unless they were just going around hugging all the girls all the time or was flirty with them as well then nah I don’t care.

o5. If you had snow-days as a kid, how did you spend them? Do you like the snow, in general? It doesn’t snow here, but I wish it did. I’ve only experienced it less than a handful of times while at other places and enjoyed it. I’d love to experience it during Christmastime. I’m actually trying to convince my family to spend Christmas in a cabin this year somewhere where it snows.

o6. Do you know anyone who does hard drugs? Would you ever befriend someone that did? I do know people who do hard drugs and some were friends.

o7. When was the last time that you were afraid for your life? Did this incident change you in any way? I mean, it’s something I am worried about because of some health things.

o8. Do you enjoy taking pictures? Is it just for fun, or do you make an attempt at actual photography? I like taking pictures of certain things, especially if I’m on vacation or somewhere I feel is worthy of taking photos of. And of my doggo, of course. I don’t have an interest in pursuing photography or anything, though. 

o9. Have you ever had low self-esteem? How is your self-esteem now? I’ve struggled with that since I was about 12 years old. I’d say it’s the worst it has ever been the past few years.

o1o. When you see someone sickly-thin, what is your first thought? I’m very likely considered to be “sickly-thin” myself. Admittedly, when I’ve seen someone really thin the thought has crossed my mind that maybe they were sick or were anorexic. I understand that isn’t always the case, though.

o11. Do hospitals make you nervous? Why or why not? Do you have any bad hospital experiences? Yes. They’re not the most pleasant place to be and can be very stressful or scary. Having to stay in one isn’t fun.

o12. What did you dress up as the last time you went Trick-or-Treating? Who went with you? I don’t remember.

o13. What is one thing you miss most from your childhood? What do you miss the least? Just being a kid, honestly. I could just play Barbies and watch cartoons all day, it was great. I don’t miss the many doctor appointments I had or the surgeries and long hospital stays.

o14. What would be the biggest challenge involved in raising a child at your age? >> It's not my age that would be the challenge... <<< Yeah for real, it’s the other shit I’m going through/dealing with. I’m trying to take care of myself and not doing very great at it as it is.

o15. If you happened to get pregnant before you were ready for children, how would you cope? Do you think your parents would support you and help you out? I don’t want to have children and I can’t get pregnant anyway, so there’s not an issue.

o16. Have you ever had unprotected sex? What would you tell a young teen thinking about having unprotected sex? No. Or sex at all. If they asked me for advice, I’d try to advise them not to have sex yet, but knowing they might still do so anyway I’d encourage them to be safe and inform them what could happen if they decide to go through with it.

o17. What are some gender double-standards anger you? Double standards suck.

o18. Other than the usual qualities ( honesty, respect, etc ), what are some attributes you want your BF/GF to possess? Patience and understanding are two very important ones for me.

o19. Do you still talk to the first person you ever dated? If not, would you want to? Why or why not? Nope.

o2o. Five years ago, what was the most important thing in your life? How about the most important person? Hmm. I was still going through a rough time then. The most important people in my life are always my family.                                      

21. How would you describe your sexuality? Have you ever wondered whether or not you might be homo/bisexual? I’m straight and no.

o22. Do you think that homosexual couples should be able to raise or adopt children? Why or why not? Yes. If willing, wanting, and loving people want to take care of a child they should be able to regardless of their sexuality. 

o23. Think of your worst fear. What would you do if you were confronted with it right now? I would be completely devastated and broken.

o24. If you were to become a vegetarian, what meat-product would you miss the most? Have you ever been or wanted to be a vegetarian? Wingstop’s boneless garlic parm and lemon pepper wings and also chicken tenders in general. No, I’ve never been a vegetarian. 

o25. Do you think that someone's sexuality is something that they can control? No.

o26. What do you like most about your favorite animal? Doggos and giraffes are just awesome.

o27. What is your favorite way to eat your favorite food? How often do you eat your favorite food item? I have a few favorite foods that I eat all the time. I just go through a cycle of eating those same few foods. I’m so picky and particular about what I eat and how I eat it.

o28. What is something you are craving? Will this craving be satisfied? I’m currently needing coffee and something to eat, which I’ll have in a bit.

o29. What is the largest number of texts you have sent in a day? Do you often text this much? I have no idea. I don’t text much anymore.

o3o. Do you like the holiday season? Why or why not? What could be better about it? I love the holiday season, it’s my favorite time of year. 

[ohwereusingourmadeupnames]

I have so many prompts😭😬 my last one was "Peter works at a rescue, Tony comes to get a doggo because he’s a single man in his 50s starting to feel the emptiness of the penthouse more and more. He gets way more than that."👬🏻🐶 But if that's not your thing and you fancy having a look at the ones I think of + ones others have come up with and I thought were cute I'll leave you the link ( /tagged/pp%3A%20prompt ) 🌸🌸🌸 can't wait to read regardless of the prompt!! have a lovely day!!

Struck From A Great Height

Pairing: Peter Parker/Tony Stark (Starker) Rating: Teen (T) Notes: This was perfect! I love puppies and Tony with a puppy was a true treat to envision. Thanks for the prompt @puppypeter! I’ll take the next one please ;D Oh, & the picture Tony sends to Peter is this one!  Word Count: ~3.3k Warnings: There aren’t any - just cute puppies. Summary: 

Tony is lonely so he adopts a white lab named Zero. He meets another kind of puppy at the rescue and decides to keep him, too. 

do the thing, send in all the prompts 

Loneliness – a word that could easily be used to describe the feeling that steadily crept up on Tony Stark.

He couldn’t pinpoint when it became a thing. For most of his life, being alone was the goal – with no one around to want things from him, Tony was free to do whatever he wanted, when he wanted. Building a multi-billion-dollar company up from a structure that Tony didn’t want anything to do with took a lot of time and effort. Simple things like love and affection weren’t really anywhere near his scope.

When getting older started to become apparent, Tony ran from it. He hopped into bed with whatever man looked his way with the right sparkle in his eye. If these people found him to be desirable, did looming near 50 actually mean anything?

The longer he let himself stoop to the lowest of low, the more he realized that men who wanted nothing more than his body weren’t worth the effort it took to get dolled up, go out, entice them, and do the whole song and dance that inevitably led to something quick in the bathroom or a rough fumble in his bed. Waking up alone after that made the emptiness ache a little more.

It became pretty apparent that behavior like that didn’t particularly help, so he reverted back to the lab rat that he truly was and put all of his efforts into the creation of tech and furthering of the projects that were already in the works. If Tony could rely on anything to get him by, it was his brain and the depths that existed within it.

And while that was fulfilling in a professional sense, Tony craved something more. No matter how much he told himself he didn’t need anything or anyone else – the deepest part of his soul called out, his soft bits desperate to take care of another living thing. The grandness of his penthouse that used to bring him so much joy just seemed empty – the multitude of rooms wouldn’t make him happy, that much was for sure.

Rhodey brought up the idea of a pet one night over dinner – he’d been able to step away from his pregnant wife to spend a bit of time eating junk food and playing the latest COD update. Tony didn’t like to admit it, but this time with his best friend was the highlight of his month. The thought of that made his skin crawl slightly – he loved the hell out of Rhodey, he couldn’t deny that. Yet, being completely overjoyed by nothing other than his presence had that pit of loneliness opening up within him a little more.

Listening to him talk, Tony wasn’t put off by it – in fact, having a dog with floppy ears to make a mess around the place might actually be the cure to the melancholy that didn’t want to go away. Tony couldn’t take the blue feeling for much longer – to most people, his life was perfect. Trying to portray that constantly was exhausting and compounded the already shitty feelings that weren’t anywhere close to changing.

The very next day, Tony spent the first part of the day looking up rescues that were open for adoption. His heart started to beat a little faster when he started to scroll through the many adorable little faces of the dogs that were just waiting for someone to come along and take them home. A small white lab puppy caught his eye, the small dog making his decision pretty easy.

Tony took the rest of the day off – he wanted to see about the adoption process and if all things went well, get his new friend home and on the path to adjusting to the good life that he couldn’t wait to provide. Changing out of his suit into a pair of jeans, an old AC/DC shirt, and an open black and red flannel, Tony set out towards Happy Tails, his final destination.

A wave of nerves washed over him when he first walked through the door of the shelter. The smell of cleaner reminded him of the many hospital visits he had over the years, the memories almost enough to send him back through the doors and as far away as possible. Before that could happen, Tony was welcomed by a soft voice – a sense of calmness surrounded him almost immediately. Continuing on his original path, Tony clenched his fist tightly and walked towards the comforting voice.

“Welcome to Happy Tails!” Tony heard again when he got a little closer. Looking up, Tony had to stop himself from gasping – the man behind the counter was the most exquisite being he’d ever seen. Chestnut hair framed sharp cheekbones that were covered with a soft redness that probably sat there enticingly all day. There was the slightest touch of facial hair coating the man’s face, the chin strap he was working on still on the thin side. When they locked eyes, Tony felt himself blush, the wide smile on pink lips knowing and entirely too enticing to actually be real.

Raising a hand like the idiot he actually was, Tony waved at him – his stomach dropping at his stupidity almost instantly. “Uh, hi – “ Tony muttered, his brains attempt to fix the situation failing miserably. The hearty chuckle he was met with was just as sinful as the smile and eyes and cheeks that this man was graced with.

“Hi! Thanks for stopping in. I’m Peter – one of the resident puppy gurus. What can I help you with today?” The man – Peter, said with a wide smile and the most brilliant twinkle in his eye. Tony found himself returning the look without a second thought, his cheeks pinching uncomfortably after a few minutes of the beaming grin taking over his face.

“Puppy guru, huh? You may be exactly who I’m looking for, then. I saw this dog online,” Tony started as he walked closer to the desk Peter stood behind. He showed him the beautiful white lab, the fingers on his phone shaking slightly. “I want to adopt him, if he’s still available.”

“Oh, that’s Zero. He’s one of the newest fellas on the block and is very much available. He’s really chill and likes to sit around a lot for a dog his age. Labs are usually filled with energy. Not Zero – he’s just along for the ride.” Tony listened intently, Peter’s babbling about the dog absolutely adorable. Not to mention the fact that Zero sounded like the best companion – another entity in the house that just wanted to exist.

“Why don’t we got back and meet him? They just got fed, so he’ll be ready for a nice cuddle.” Peter gestured for him to step around the counter and opened the door leading into the kennels, following behind him closely. Tony looked around, his senses overwhelmed by all the sounds and smells that immediately hit him. There were a multitude of dogs in kennels, all shapes and sizes of them, each one looking at him with some sort of look in their eyes.

Peter put a hand on his lower back and pointed towards the end of the hall – “ the puppies have their own hallway.” The hand stayed where it was until Tony was out of the danger zone and in an area that was far less populated. Tony saw Zero before Peter could point him out, the small white lab sat in the middle of its kennel, looking at them curiously.

Tony felt his heart melt a little when Peter opened the kennel and Zero walked right over to him. Crouching down, he put his hand out to be smelt – the wet nose against his skin had him laughing, a huge smile slipping across his face. When the paw shot out to press against his wrist, Tony was a goner. He sat on the floor and let Zero walk into his lap – Tony wrapped his arms around the pup and scratched wholeheartedly up and down his back.

He saw Peter sit down beside him in his peripheral vision, his hands reaching out to run over Zero’s soft fur, too. Tony turned his head to look directly at him, the grin still alive and well on his face. “What do I need to do? I can’t leave here without him,” Tony admitted shamelessly, his chest light in so many ways for the first time in a while.

The smile he got from Peter in response to his question could only be described as breathtaking – the roundness of his cheeks made Tony want to reach out and touch; his entire being ached to see if his skin was really as soft as it looked. He watched Peter slip his tongue out and wet his lips, the other not missing the fact that Tony couldn’t look away. Peter let out a soft breath and kept staring at him.

“The process is pretty easy, honestly.”

And it was – Tony paid the fee and signed the paperwork while Peter ran through Zero’s latest vet visits and the ones that would be necessary in the future. Tony didn’t think to bring a leash, so Peter gave him one hanging behind the desk. “I teach a behavior class on Friday nights. You can bring the leash and Zero back later this week for it,” Peter said confidently, their fingers brushing when the leash exchanged hands.

Nodding, Tony held up the leash in salute. “Whatever you say, puppy guru. Do you happen to have a card? Just in case I have any questions, or anything.” Tony tried to sound innocent, but the smirk that pulled across his face gave him away. It’d been a long time since he tried to get someone’s number – he felt a little rusty.

Peter didn’t miss a beat, however – he pulled a drawer open and de-capped a pen, his hand flying over the card quickly. “That’s my personal. Just in case,” Peter shot back, his fingers pushing the card across the counter.

Tony picked it up before he knelt down to get the leash attached to Zero’s collar – the dog resting heavily against his leg while he did. Petting his head lightly, Tony stood back up and threw Peter one last grin. “Thanks for the help, Peter. We’ll see you Friday.” Tony couldn’t help but smile as Zero started to pull him forward, the dog’s paws slipping on the floor in his haste.

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After letting Zero explore both the front and back seat of his car, Tony settled into the driver’s seat and set off towards the nearest pet store. He felt a little nervous bringing his brand-new friend into the store – they weren’t used to each other yet. Zero didn’t even bat an eye, though – he followed Tony around the aisles with a wagging tail and minimal barking. Tony held the different toys down for Zero to sniff every now and again, his dog just as indecisive as him.

In the end, they left the store with a whole lot more shit than Tony originally intended. The big bed looked hilarious in the backseat of the small Audi. Zero seemed to like it, though – he curled up on the thing the second Tony started the car. He figured he’d be dealing with an unruly puppy, or overexcited thing that couldn’t control itself. The reality of the situation was even better.

The night went surprisingly well – Tony let Zero take up whatever space he wanted in the penthouse. Peter assured him that he was potty trained, which proved to be correct pretty early on when the dog scratched his leg and looked longingly towards the balcony. He did it again early the next morning, his cold nose pressing against Tony’s cheek more than enough of a wakeup call to get him out of bed, stumbling towards the sliding glass door. The damn dog was too cute, it seemed impossible to hold anything against him.

Physically unable to part himself from Zero, Tony put the brand-new blue collar and tags they got the night before around his neck. The ‘bad to the bone’ leash clipped nicely to it – the whole look totally fitting for the badass little pooch. With Zero completely decked out and identifiable as Tony’s, he felt comfortable enough to leave with the pup for the day.

Tony’s caffeine headache had him pulling into the drive-thru of his favorite café, a smile coming to his face when he got to order a pupachino for the little dog that already owned all the pieces of his malfunctioned heart. Zero climbed up onto his shoulder while they waited in line, so Tony flipped the camera on his phone and took a picture of the two of them. Fumbling around the cupholder he put Peter’s card in, Tony sent the picture in a text – the happiness he felt needed to be shared.

Tony Stark: Look how cute we are. Thanks for hooking us up.

He got a few sips of his coffee in before his phone went off, the number he already typed in as Peter Parker lighting up his screen. Tony shook his head at the giddy feeling spreading through his chest, an old man like him shouldn’t feel as on edge about a cute guy texting him as he did in that moment.

Peter Parker: You two are quite the pair. Peter Parker: It was my pleasure! Glad to have made such a sweet connection.

The soft grin he already associated with Peter stayed on his lips the rest of his drive into the office and even further into the day as the two of them continued to text back and forth. Tony didn’t get much work done – between trying to be as charming as possible in his texts to Peter and loving the fuck out of Zero, there wasn’t much room for anything else.

Predictably, the rest of the week followed suit. Tony couldn’t get enough of the white fur-ball that got more and more comfortable with him as the days passed. Zero stayed by his feet while he was in the lab and followed him around the penthouse when Tony was finished for the night. The mutual appreciation of walks had them wandering around the little neighborhoods Tony never took the time to explore before.

By the time Friday rolled around, Tony was excited to show off his and Zero’s bond – a big part of him thought that Peter would be the most impressed by something like that. In their conversations throughout the week, Tony learned that Peter trained dogs professionally after studying behavior in college. He answered any of Tony’s questions and appreciated all the little anecdotes Tony shared about the short time he’d been enjoying the heck out of Zero.

Walking into the room he was directed to, Tony lit up when Peter noticed him. In a couple of long strides, Peter was right in front of him, his hand already reaching down to press against Zero’s head. “Hey you two! You guys are in luck – it’s a small class, so you’ll get lots of hands on stuff tonight,” Peter caught his eye as he spoke, the smirk on the younger man’s lips making Tony’s throat suddenly very dry.

He nodded his head listlessly, his hand tightening on Zero’s lead. The crush on Peter that he’d been fostering for the past few days doubled in size throughout the next hour. There was one other dog owner and their pup – another puppy adopted from the rescue. Not only was Peter attentive, he knew his shit and didn’t mind explaining things as he went. As someone that put information above almost everything else, Tony liked all things about that.

Zero seemed to like it, too – he showered Peter with affection when he stood talking to Tony at the end of the class. He nosed at Tony’s hand, then pressed against Peter’s leg and licked at his ankles. Tony couldn’t help but grin down at him – the antics already too much.

“I found a local brewery that has a patio that allows dogs – any interest in catching a drink with us?” Tony asked – the conversation had got to the point where they were just staring longingly at each other. It seemed like the perfect time to put himself out there. The grip on Zero’s lead tightened for just a second; he didn’t think he read their interactions wrong, but after so much time away from the dating game, he could never be too sure.

Peter reached out and laid a hand on his arm, the touch the slightest bit reassuring, “I would like that very much. I hope you’re talking about Landry’s – they have the best cheese curds.” He turned his body and started to gather his stuff up like he’d merely been waiting for Tony to buck up the courage to invite him out before getting his shit together. Maybe he was – the idea of that honestly not the worst thing. At least then, he was joined in the intensity of his feelings.

They split up for the few minutes it took them to drive their separate cars to the brewery and met back up at one of the picnic tables closest to the open grass space right next to the building. There were a couple of other dogs milling around the grass – Zero looked over at them curiously, but remained by Tony’s side, his body resting on his feet after a while.

Their view of the sunset was fantastic – they shared a couple orders of cheese curds and truffle fries; Tony liked the way Peter closed his eyes around the bites that were extra indulgent – the redness of his cheeks absolutely divine. The amount of times being caught looking at him probably should have been embarrassing. Yet, Peter simply smiled back and moved his hand a little closer to Tony’s on the table.

It took most of the night for their fingers to finally tangle together – Tony wanted to be sure and enjoyed the build-up to it once he was. Peter’s hands were just as soft as Tony imagined them – his long fingers fit perfectly between his own. They shared a shy smile and sat together until the sky started to rumble a little while later.

Big raindrops suddenly falling on them made the decision to pay the bill and huddle for warmth in Tony’s car easy – Peter climbed into the passenger seat without any restraint. It was obvious that neither man was ready for the night to end. 

In hopes of a few seconds to think his next move through, Tony started the car and made sure the vents were open so the car didn’t get too hot. He was startled by a cool hand on his own, Peter’s fingers around his wrist pulling his attention back to where they both wanted it to be.

“I had a really good time tonight,” Peter admitted, his body shifting in the seat. The Audi didn’t have too much space in it, so they were already close. The move of Peter’s shoulders brought them within breath sharing distance. “I like spending time with you.”

Tony didn’t bother trying to find the words to respond appropriately. Without any hesitation, he closed the space between them and pressed their lips together. His hands wandered to the front of Peter’s shirt; the fabric there warm from the heat of his body. A soft moan left Peter’s lips, the sound so encouraging – Peter’s response to it all exactly what Tony was hoping for.

Tilting his head, Tony was about to deepen the kiss when he felt a wet tongue on his cheek. Since his was currently tangled with Peter’s, it could only belong to none other than Zero. He pulled away with a sudden laugh – the excellence of the situation hitting him when Peter beamed at him.

“Better get used to him, Zero. I don’t think he’s going anywhere,” Tony murmured, one of his hands running softly over the puppy’s head.

Peter pulled Tony and Zero towards him, the group hug the sweetest thing Tony figured he’d ever been a part of. The press of lips against his forehead had Tony sighing, his body light for the first time in decades.

The start of something new felt pretty damn good.  

[grelleswife]

Sorry for interrupting the Ronald simping lol. But I was thinking how things would play out if Sebastian was Vincent's butler instead. Hmmm.

That's an interesting question, anon! I'm not sure what the circumstances for such a bargain would be; I only see Vincent sacrificing his soul out of dire necessity. However, for the purposes of these headcanons, let's assume that Rachel, Dee, and the twins are all still alive, as are the staff who worked at the estate before the canon fire. Vindeechel is also a thing because I say so. 😉

As is the case with O!Ciel in the manga, Vin's and Sebas's relationship is characterized by intense psychological warfare. However, they grapple on more even footing since Vincent is an adult and already has years of Watchdog experience under his belt. But Sebastian doesn't mind. Having such a tough master just makes the game that much more interesting.

Sebastian deliberately adopted his current appearance to annoy Vin. The demon joked, "I am my master's shadow, after all, so I assumed a darker, more handsome version of you would be appropriate." This has led to rumors that Sebastian is an illegitimate cousin or brother of Vincent's who was taken on as a servant out of pity. However, after Vin orders Sebastian to make a few of those wagging tongues disappear, people learn to keep the gossip to themselves.

One of the main ways in which Sebastian and Vincent vie for control is in their respective influence over the twins. R!Ciel and O!Ciel come to view Bassy as a surrogate uncle, though O!Ciel is by far the demon's favorite. This is partly because Sebastian is intrigued by O!Ciel's potential, but also because he grows genuinely fond of the boy (he'd die rather than admit it, of course). O!Ciel eventually becomes closer to Sebastian than to Vincent, a fact which the butler gloatingly hangs over Vincent's head—much to the earl's anger and horror.

Dee distrusts Sebastian from the beginning. He knows Vin well enough to understand that his relationship with the strange new butler isn't romantic, but he's unnerved by how possessive Sebastian is. Hence, there's still a bit of jealousy there. Diedrich suspects there's more to the story than his lover is telling him. But Vincent can't bring himself to hurt his partner with knowledge of the truth...even bastards sometimes have a heart.

Rachel isn't quite sure what to think of the butler. She has a gut instinct that something's "off" about him, but she's grateful for the presence of this competent new servant. He's saved her husband's life more times than she can count, and he's an excellent babysitter for the twins. Unlike Diedrich, who tends to be rude and hostile towards Sebastian, Rachel is gracious and kind to him. The demon sometimes feels a (very, very) faint twinge of guilt over the fact that he'll eventually kill this sweet lady's husband.

At first, the other servants regard Sebastian as an interloper. Unlike our Phantomhive servants, they don't owe him anything and were working at the estate long before the demon's arrival. But he's so stellar at his job that they develop a grudging respect for him.

Dogbastian (who's alive and well in this AU) growls and gets his hackles up whenever he and the demon are in the same room. Animals are often sensitive to the supernatural, and Sebastian the borzoi is a perceptive doggo. People are constantly getting Sebastian the butler and Sebastian the dog mixed up, much to Vin's amusement. That's why he gave the demon that name—not only to put him in his place by reminding Bassy that he's Vincent's "dog," but also to cause general chaos. 😈

As in canon, Frances is horrified by her brother's "slovenly" new butler. Vincent was already an incorrigible bastard sibling without Sebastian; now, he's even worse! Butler and master tag-team getting on Franny's nerves because they're awful like that.

Sebastian holds Vincent in higher regard than most of his previous masters. The crafty, blackhearted Watchdog is almost worthy of being his peer, and the two occasionally enjoy playing chess together if they're feeling companionable.

[geometricalien]

U bet I'm gonna ask for my boys Aomine & Kagami!!

Hey!!!!!! I will gladly talk about your boys!! I LOVE YOU, thank you for the ask sweetheart <3

Kagami

Why I like them - He’s great, just great. His fire and passion. The fact that he gets so excited about playing a match that he can’t fall asleep. He’s scared of doggos, that’s adorable! His extra two toned hair and split eyebrows. The fact that he’s just so cool. I think about him growing up gay in california alot. God what a great character, so much to play with

Why I don’t - I j-just said that I like him?? OH I don’t like the fact that he leaves after The Last Game (I do though because it creates a fun long distance dynamic which could be fun for ships, you know long distance pining and then a reunion at long last, but I also hate it which I will get in below)

Favorite episode (scene if movie) - Hmmm I’m not sure… I don’t think I can pin point an exact episode, I really love his moves in the Seirin vs Rakuzan match, like covering the key like Akashi did and when Akashi steps in he steps back and passes the ball off because thats a hard nope, the moment he fucking dunks on Akashi with Meteor Jam. I love seeing him in the zone, it's so entertaining

Favorite season/movie - Maybe the first season?? Because you are still getting introduced to him and who he is as a character

Favorite line - “Life is all about challenges, there’s no point in living if there’s no one strong to play with, it’s better if I can’t win.”  (tell me that him and Aomine aren’t soulmates, I dare you, they are literally foils for each other, they truly understand each other and complete each other)

Favorite outfit - I don’t remember if it's when he leaves for training in America or he leaves to go back to America, but he’s wearing a hoodie and headphones. Those headphones make him feel so real?? You know??? I want to know what he listens to

OTP - AoKaga

Brotp - (can I say AoKaga again??? fjdsaljf) If not, Kagami and Himuro, obviously jfdklaj

Head Canon - After his mom died (maybe she left?) Kagami took it on to learn how to cook because his dad worked late. He still can’t get her katsudon quite right. 

Unpopular opinion (I don’t really have an unpopular opinion, so this is kinda a surprising Head Canon) - Kuroko would successfully get him used to dogs and then he would adopt 2 big ole doggos

A wish - I really hope he makes it into the NBA, its my favorite career for him

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen - Leave Japan after The Last Game…. OKAY HEAR ME OUT, what happens if Kagami leaves? Huh? If we are being frank here, Seirin doesn’t do well at nationals (assuming they qualify if they don’t go against other GOM teams) because yeah, they got like 2nd in Nationals when it was just the senpais, but we have the monsters from Teiko now and without another monster to combat them in some way it's a landslide in points. But Rachel, Kuroko is a GoM! You’re right! And he would definitely help them get points, but my point still stands, Kuroko is a support/booster who can’t even be in the entire match. AND THEN they won’t be able to beat Touou, at all! AND THEN IT WILL ONLY BE WORSE WHEN THE GOM ARE 3rD YEARS! Secondly, Aomine…. I fear the fact that they separate from each other. Because it's so easy for Aomine to slip back into his depression, But Rachel, Kise is still in Japan! He would be a good competition for Aomine! You are right, that’s assuming he actually could beat him But Kise has finally broken the ideology that Aomine is special and can’t be copied! And I say again, you are right. Give me this fic. I want this fic. Please make your words a reality, otherwise I won’t accept this. Because Aomine will be left alone with no strong fiery companion to fight against, and it's easy to slip into old thought habits when your brain follows the same path… SO PLEASE SEND ME A LINK TO A AOKISE FIC WITH THIS PREMISE

5 words to best describe them - Passionate. Stupid. Heart-of-gold. Determined. Tiger-man.

My nickname for them - ….. Kagami…. I know I’m so smart. Besides that, Basketball Idiot #1

Aomine

Why I like them - Have you seen him??? He’s so hot and slick, I fall in love a bit and bit more when I watch him play basketball. No but really, I love his more childlike innocent playful side. Even when he’s sarcastic slinging an arm over his boyfriend Kagami’s shoulder. Like, What are you doing here bitch? He’s fun, and has a lot of depth

Why I don’t - He’s crass?? Like in irl, I would either be deeply scandalized by him or he would make me laugh uncontrollably while transforming into a tomato, no inbetween

Favorite episode (scene if movie) - I think… oooo, I really love the first 1 on 1 between him and Kagami, “Your light is too dim” because he was looking for a light for himself too. Someone who would push himself to being better, to bring him out of the darkness. BUT, him in the zone and dancing with Kagami is also really good. I watch those amvs every other week

Favorite season/movie - hmmm the second Seirin vs Touou match, BECAUSE THEY’RE DANCING, THEY COULD DANCE ALL DAY try to catch me try to catch me, im sorry I had to

Favorite line - “That’s it, show some spirit so you can entertain me, even a little.” The sexual tension when he drops his arm over Kagami’s shoulder, and like… that’s definitely something you could read in a smut fic jfdklsj

Favorite outfit - HIS ASS KICKING OUTFIT. I love his parka 

OTP - AoKaga

Brotp - AOMINE AND MOMOI!!!! THE BEST OF FRIENDS, I THINK ABOUT THEM PLAYING IN SANDBOXES AND ON THE BASKETBALL COURT AS BABIES AND MY HEART GETS SOFT

Head Canon - He fell down a lot as a child and has many scars on his legs. 

Unpopular opinion (I don’t really have an unpopular opinion, so this is kinda a surprising Head Canon)- I guess, he plays 1 on 1s with Kagami every Saturday at sunset and they go to Maji afterwards until it causes a hefty dent in his wallet and hangs off of Kagami to get him to cook for him. Also, they get some other GoM’s to join in their weekly fun matches, Kuroko, Kise, and Momoi

A wish - He also goes to NBA :)))

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen - He fucks up his leg and isn’t able to play basketball anymore, too tragic for me to even think about

5 words to best describe them - Depressed. Let-down. Child-like. Intense. Feral energy.

My nickname for them - Ahomine (yes I stole it) and Basketball Idiot #2