#mali's puppy

[crystal-jack-asripines]

Everyone claiming Persona 3 FeMC ISNT canon are just jealous of her killer swag and her social link with a dog

[r3starttt]

CHARM

PAIRING: Jackson! Ellie x reader

CW: request. fluff. outbreak|tlou universe. me trying a new writing style lol

SUMMARY: in between cuddles ellie realizes you're ticklish

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It had been a long day, more exhausting than anticipated. It wasn't supposed to end this way, but how could anyone resist those pleading puppy eyes and the promise of another movie night? Ellie’s enthusiasm for cozy cuddles and her fascinating, albeit quirky, observations about films—facts she seemed to notice with every viewing, as if she were discovering them anew—was irresistible.

The quiet confines of Ellie’s room offered sanctuary from the fatigue of the day. The garage she called home transformed into a personal haven, adorned with an eclectic mix of art, space-themed decor, and comic book tokens. Christmas lights, strung haphazardly around the room, twinkled like distant stars, adding a warm, festive glow to the space. Music played softly in the background—a familiar tune from Ellie’s favorite artist and your favorte song to find balance. It always seemed to soothe both.

You were curled up on the couch, a tangled mess of limbs beneath a cozy blanket. The soft, ethereal light creating an intimate and lazy atmosphere. These moments, with their comforting simplicity, were what kept both of you going through the week.

"So," Ellie’s fingers began to trace lazy patterns on your arm, each touch sending a soothing shiver through you. "How was your day?" Her voice, soft and comforting, drew you from your thoughts. You turned to meet her eyes, which were already focused on you with a lazy smile.

"It was okay," you murmured, your voice trailing off into a whisper. "This new horse... it’s exhausting." You could hear Ellie’s chuckle, the sound brightening her face and accentuating the pretty freckles that danced across her cheeks.

"Don’t laugh," you commanded playfully, though your own laughter betrayed you. Your gaze drifted from her eyes to the warmth of her hands around your stomach.

You instinctively reached for her fingers, intertwining them with yours. You played with the softness of her knuckles, the warmth of her touch a perfect contrast to the cool evening air.

"tired from patrol, hmm?" Ellie’s tattooed arm slipped from your grasp, her fingers caressing beneath the soft cotton of your clothes and over the skin of your stomach. the contact sending a gentle thrill through you.

You hummed in response, a weak “mhm” as you shifted, seeking more space between your legs. Your body ached for her scent, her warmth, the comforting presence that was uniquely Ellie.

“I gotchu’,” she said, her voice holding a playful edge that you both loved. The tickling sensation began as a light, fuzzy feeling, spreading a delightful numbness across your stomach. You instinctively curled up, her fingers dancing across your ribs, sending you into a fit of uncontrollable laughter.

“Ellie, no!” you squealed, laughter bubbling uncontrollably from your lips. “Stop! I can’t breathe!” you managed to gasp between fits of giggles.

Ellie, caught in the infectious joy of the moment, finally relented. Her laughter mingled with yours as she leaned down, her face close to yours. “What?” she asked, her voice dripping with playful intent. You tried to respond, but your words were lost in the silly movements of your arms, desperately holding on to her. “What? What?” Her voice echoed in your ears, interspersed with the sweet sound of your shared laughter. “Stop!”

She complied, her hands coming to rest gently on your waist, giving you one last tickle as you caught your breath. The disapproving look you gave her was tempered with a smile that couldn’t quite hide your affection.

You both lay there, your bodies pressed close together, catching your breath. Her freckles, now flushed with a soft pink, revealed her own recovery from the tickling. “That’s—don’t do that. Like, ever,” you scolded gently, though there was no real malice in your words.

Ellie leaned in, her lips brushing against yours in a gentle, lingering kiss. “Forgive me?” she whispered against your lips, her voice carrying a playful undertone.

You nodded, wrapping your arms around her and pulling her closer. The two of you settled back into the couch, the warmth of your love and the lingering laughter making the space between you even more cozy.

“I love you,” she whispered, her lips brushing against yours once more.

"I love you too,” you replied, your voice soft and sincere.

The tickling was soon forgotten, replaced by the enveloping warmth of her love and the softness of her kisses. You pulled her closer, savoring the moment and the profound comfort of being together.

[malie-city-library]

We’re prepping for my favorite bit of children’s programming at the Malie City Library today…

Reading With Rockruff! 🐶

Parents, bring your kids by to give them a chance to practice reading out loud to locals’ friendly therapy Rockruff! It’s a great confidence booster, and a great memory for the whole family! Sadly, you can’t come just for the puppies…

[attroxx]

❛ @metrictita said . . . ❛ you treat all your ladies like this? ❜ (from Mali, for Dante… she’s just teasing while looking all :| ) ❜

𝘾𝙍𝙄𝙈𝙎𝙊𝙉 𝙀𝙔𝙀𝙎 𝙍𝙀𝙎𝙏 𝙊𝙉 𝙈𝘼𝙇𝙄, 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙁𝙐𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 𝙀𝙏𝘾𝙃𝙀𝘿 𝙄𝙉 𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝙁𝙀𝘼𝙏𝙐𝙍𝙀𝙎. he has a tendency to over do it, he knows this. dante's need to be helpful and to please could sometimes come across annoying or downright weird. ever since moving to new york he'd learned it was usually best to mind your business . . . but heavens was that difficult for someone like dante. currently holding the shoulders of his jacket he's bent down, about the place it over a puddle so mali can cross it without ruining her shoes. they seem expensive and well, isn't that the gentlemanly thing to do.

but her voice comes out so deadpanned, expression matching her tone. was this not right ? was she offended by his offer ? quickly he straightens his back, standing stiff as a board now as he stares at mali who's expression never once changes. heart racing, eyes flicker from the ground and back to mali. making connections had become a struggle since leaving the comfort of his clan. right when he thought he was doing right it seemed to fall apart.

❛ um, yes ? ❜ he shuffles his feet, throwing his coat over his arm, head hanging like a dejected puppy. ❛ was that offensive ? if so i apologize. i just . . . didn't want your shoes to get ruined. men do that don't they ? ❜ but the more he talks the quicker he realizes maybe that's an outdated way of thinking.

❛ i guess . . . you could just move around it. ❜ he sighs, clearly frustrated with himself. one day he'd get this interaction thing down.

an assortment of dialogue prompts. . . . accepting.

[skullkxd]

The presents just seem to appear. There's no Lupin or Pampam or Kaku seen delivering them, they're just... there, suddenly, when they certainly weren't before.

There's two distinct piles - one with names, and one without. The unnamed ones are rather generic things Lupin imagines a gang such as this would like: spray paints, alcohol, gift cards for various shops and restaurants, some stuffed animals, Potions and pokeballs, one or two games consoles. The legality of their acquisition is... debatable... but what they don't know won't hurt them.

The named pile, is unsurprisingly, mostly Ree's. There are, however, some additional gifts thrown in for their friends. The ones they've mentioned most often, knowingly or not giving Lupin all the information he needed to acquire more tailored gifts for them.

For Ree, he's gotten Hyper Potions, Max Revives and Full Restores. The more expensive, harder to get items that might be difficult to find outside of the big cities. Practical gifts are always needed, especially when their receiver has a penchant for getting themselves into exciting situations. A series of four stuffed Rockruff plushies comes next, one for the initial puppy and the rest for each of its three possible Lycanroc forms.

Finally, buried under everything else, sits a house key. Lupin can't always guarantee that he's going to be in Alola - the nature of his work and criminal status means that he's often running from place to place, hideout to hideout - and so he can't offer the stability he might like to. But the Malie house will remain there even when he's gone, furnished and stocked and with all its bills paid, and... Well, if the kid can find some use in it, they're welcome to it. Lupin won't be needing it once he leaves.

As always, a calling card has been left. This one has no words, and instead features a doodle of Deliclaus sneaking in through the hole in the Shady House roof and leaving the gifts.

if Ree still actually believed in the King Delibird, Lupin would definitely be able to nurture that belief. They have no idea how the guy manages to get through po town defenses, but he does.

The other grunts are buzzing about the gifts. They get passed around, each grunt choosing two or three from the pile and swapping around as they see fit. The grunts who get individualized gifts wonder who it’s from — considering that their interests aren’t very widely known at all — but each of them is grateful regardless

Ree is quiet about their gifts. They know that they’ve been spoiled, lately, by the adults around them, and they don’t want to brag about it. But …

these gifts are meaningful. The house key especially. Ree knows what it means, and…

Maybe, someday, they’ll use it.

[direwombat]

And in case you’re taking these for other ocs: The scene that will give you, personally, the most joy. + Paola & Charlie

fa;lfkjadf so i reached a quitting point with this so i'm sorry for any mistakes but here's a very self indulgent paola/charlie fic~ also paging @confidentandgood and @sstewyhosseini because y'all might also be interested in this lil fic

wine drunk | 2.2k

Paola doesn’t know quite how long she’s been staring at Charlie Cutter’s name and number in her contacts list, but she knows it’s longer than she cares to admit. Long enough for the time to change to another day. Her thumb hovers over the call button, but she can’t summon the courage to press down. Teeth sink harshly into her plush lower lip, scraping off what remains of that day’s lipstick. 

What the hell is wrong with her? She feels so foolish, acting like a teenager with her flushing cheeks and butterflies tickling the inside of her stomach at the thought of an Englishman. Her grandmother would be rolling in her grave if she knew. 

Yet, here she is, four glasses deep into a bottle of wine, on a goddamned Tuesday -- now Wednesday -- and pining like a puppy. She might as well lay herself on the ground by her front door in case he comes crashing through it while running from the polizia. The chances of that happening entirely unprompted are probably as likely as him actually answering if she called. Just because she never got around to deleting his number doesn’t mean he still has hers. He’s a criminal, for Christ’s sake. The phone this number belonged to was probably trashed weeks ago, after that job with him, Nadine, and Chloe wrapped up. 

Besides, it’s not like she has anything in particular she wishes to discuss. That job was over.  There’s nothing left of that for them to talk about.

“Porca puttana,” she swears, and she downs the last of that fourth glass. This is absurd. She’s being absurd. She just needs to put the phone down, put the wine away, and go to bed. The lecture she has to give isn’t until the afternoon, but she’s going to need the morning to recover from tonight’s poor decision. 

She shifts where she sits on her couch to place her glass upon the coaster on her coffee table. The phone slips ever so slightly in her grip and her thumb glides against something cold and smooth. It isn’t until warbling dial tone fills her ears that her brain catches up with her body. 

No.

No, no, no!

With graceless, flailing limbs, she scrambles to hang up, but before she has the chance, Charlie’s voice, yawning and even rougher with sleep, comes through. “Miss Orsini?” he asks, confused and almost worried that she’s called him, “Is everything alright?”

I -- um…ah, I’m sor-- uh… Ciao, Charlie … I’m sorry -- you sound like I woke you up, I did not mean -- I, ah…Uh, I, that is -- it sounds late, did I --” her face flushes, the heat in her cheeks threatening to set her head alight. Finally, her mouth manages to form around a full sentence in English, which she spits out like a rotten fig, trying to force an end to her stammering. “Where are you?”

“Mali,” he answers, and she almost doesn’t catch it the way it scratches pleasingly out alongside a small, sleepy growl. It sends a pleasant shiver through her. “Why? -- Miss Orsini, you’re not in any sort of trouble are you?”

“What? Trouble? No,” she says, and she can’t help but cringe at just how high her voice pitches. “Everything is fine, I’m just…” she trails off, racking her brain for any excuse before landing inelegantly on, “wine drunk.” Her hand presses to her face and she closes her eyes. God, just smite her now. 

There’s a short, rough sound on his end, and if she didn’t know any better she might have thought it was a laugh. “Oh, thank God,” he sighs, and the relief in his voice is unmistakable. He was actually worried that she’d called him because she was in trouble. Were she more sober, she might have wondered if she ought to be insulted by that, but in her wine-warm state, it only makes those butterflies in her stomach flutter. “Well, uh…what’s going on, then?”

Oh no. He’s actually engaging her in conversation. Small talk. Mundanities. Things she normally hates, but maybe doesn’t actually mind if he’s the one asking her the questions. But it doesn’t change the fact that she really doesn’t have an answer for him. Sure, she could tell him about the developing office drama in her department or the absurdly false things her students have written in their essays, but all of that must be so boring to a man who lives such an exciting life. So instead of answering his question, she asks one of her own: “Where in Mali are you?”

“Timbuktu,” he answers, and oh, thank God. She actually knows a few things about Timbuktu and its cultural heritage. Maybe she can actually have a conversation with him. “Miss Orsini are you sure everything is –”

“Did you know that Timbuktu has ah -- an intellectually rich history? Hundreds of thousands of manuscripts that date back to oh…I believe the 8th Century Common Era? Anyway, part of these collections are housed in institutions you would expect, but many are in the homes of the families who have been caring for them for hundreds of years!”

“Is that so?” Charlie asks, and he genuinely sounds impressed.

“Mm-hmm,” Paola affirms. “And during the 80s all of these manuscripts were smuggled out of the city to prevent them from being destroyed by Al-Qaeda. It’s a fascinating story.”

“How do you know so much about this?”

“I read it in a book, where else?” The roll of her eyes is more out of reflex than anything else, and she’s immediately grateful that he isn’t actually here with her. It’s not that dumb of a question. “It, um…it wasn’t from a monograph, it was ah, pop history. The Badass Librarians of Timbuktu. It’s an exciting read. I think you may like it.”

“Oh, yeah?” he asks, and there’s the sound of rustling as he mumbles the title slowly to himself. “I’ll keep an eye out next time I’m at a bookstore.”

She’s given enough book recommendations to know when someone isn’t going to bother. But it sounds like Charlie is. She draws her lower lip between her teeth and smiles. Then, she looks at the clock ticking away on the wall and her eyes go wide. “Oh, I’m so sorry. It must be late for you. I…I shouldn’t have called.”

“No, it’s alright. I think I’m actually an hour behind you. B’sides, truth be told, if, uh,” he hesitates. “If it were anyone else, I probably wouldn’t have picked up.”

Her cheeks are already flushed from the alcohol, but something about such a candid admission makes her face even warmer. “Oh.”

“And, uh, you don’t exactly strike me as one to call without reason, so… what’s on your mind, love?”

She knows it’s because he’s an Englishman -- obviously he doesn’t mean anything by it; it’s a thing Englishmen say -- but her stomach flips at the pet-name and she’s struck with the urge to bury her face into one of her throw pillows and scream. Her whole life she thought there was something wrong with her because she never seemed to experience emotions the way her peers did, but now she finally understands what the girls in high school were talking about. 

“It is…” she starts, but then she hesitates and pulls one of her throw pillows into her lap. Her fingers play absently with the tassels at its corners. Surely he’s not that interested in hearing about her day. Surely he’s just being polite. “Nothing,” she settles on. “Trivial, I’m sure, compared to what you are doing. I’m sure you were recently shot at…or nearly blown up.” The lighthearted tone she’d been aiming for falls flat when she realizes just how lucky Charlie is to be alive. The idea that one day the life he lives will catch up with him and she’ll be none the wiser makes her heart race and palms go sweaty. 

She might call him one day -- and she’s to frightened by the thought to examine why she thinks she’ll have reason to call him again -- and he’ll never pick up. 

Thankfully, he isn’t there to witness her self-inflicted anxiety spiral, but there is a part of her that wishes he was here to wrap her in those massive arms of his. 

“Well, I’ll have you know it’s been at least two weeks since I’ve been shot at, Miss Orsini,” he says gently. Almost reassuringly? 

She hums. “You’re overdue then.” She means it as a joke. Her sense of humor always strayed towards the gallows in a way that makes most people uncomfortable. But apparently not Charlie, because the short barking noise on the other end of the line is definitely a laugh. She cracks a smile herself. “What are you doing in Mali, anyways?” 

“Oh,” he sighs, “That’s a long story, I’m afraid.”

“I’ve got time,” she says, steadfastly ignoring the creeping hour hand on her wall clock. “My lecture isn’t until the afternoon.”

“Well, if you’re sure,” he says, before delving into one of the most convoluted wild goose chases she’s ever heard in her life. A supposed treasure only mentioned in a handful of medieval manuscripts, first pointing to somewhere in India, then Ethiopia, before eventually sending him and his current employer to the city of Timbuktu. All in all, the amount of globetrotting aligns with what she experienced working under Mr. Adler. Treasure hunting must just be like that. 

They speak for nearly an hour and a half, discussing treasure hunting, travel, and eventually Charlie coaxes the details of her most recent bad day. He offers her kind and sympathetic words, and even goes so far as to call her supervisor names she would never even dream of saying aloud. He makes her smile. He makes her laugh. She likes talking to him and she never wants to stop. But, as always, there comes a point where the conversational well runs dry, and they reach a lull. One that sounds like it’s maybe time to say goodbye.

“I don’t want to hang up,” Paola confesses.

“I don’t either,” Charlie says. There’s a beat of silence, and then he says, “So…what’re you wearing?”

Her brows furrow and she pulls the phone from her ear to stare at it, as if that would present her with the reason why he’s asking such a silly question. “My pajamas?” she says slowly. “What else would I be wearing? Why? What are you wearing?”

“Well, I’m afraid I’m in naught but me skivvies, Miss Orsini,” he laughs.

Her face flushes an embarrassing color and her eyes and mouth go wide. The image of him, bare chested and in nothing but his undergarments burns itself into her brain, and her fingers twitch with the desire to touch.  “I…Why -- Why would you tell me that?” she sputters. 

“Because you asked.” 

She’d slap that cheeky grin off his face if she could. She knows it’s there, she can hear it. Or, actually, no. She’d much rather kiss it. “Scoundrel,” she hisses, but there’s no real venom to it.

“And don’t you forget,” he laughs. There’s another beat of silence, and then he says, “I’m glad you called. I miss you.”

“I miss you too,” she says quietly, and for once, she’s grateful for the wine loosening her tongue. She wouldn’t have said it, otherwise. She chews on her lower lip. “When will you be done in Mali?”

“Best case scenario? Not til the end of the week,” he sighs, and for the first time in their entire conversation, he sounds tired. Exhausted even. “But tell you what? How about I book a ticket to Rome when I’m done. Take you to dinner, proper. Let you get dressed up real nice for something that isn’t a heist.”

She scoffs, because he must be joking. “Are you asking me out on a date, Mister Cutter?”

“Only if you’re amenable to it, Miss Orsini.” 

There’s such a warmth to his tone and she can’t help but smile. “I…I think I would like that, Charlie,” she says. The taste of his name on her tongue is far sweeter than the wine she’s been drinking.

She can hear his sigh of relief. “Alright,” he says breathlessly, as if he can’t believe she actually said yes. “As soon as I’m done here, I’ll let you know, and I’ll get you flight details as soon as I can.”

“That sounds like a plan.” The butterflies tickle her stomach once more at the prospect of seeing him again. 

“And don’t be a stranger, right?” he says. “I’m always here if you want to talk.”

“I do not wish to bother you --”

“I’m gonna stop you right there,” he interrupts. Normally such blatant disregard for her words would upset her, but instead she just squirms where she sits. “You’re not a bother. I mean it. Day or night, yeah? Doesn’t matter. You ever want to talk, I’m just a phone call away.”

“I…Thank you,” she says, because what else can she say? Her heart swells and aches in her chest. “Goodnight, Charlie.”

“Goodnight, Paola,” he returns. “Sleep well.” 

And as she presses the button to end the call, all she can think about is how the sound of his voice saying her name was like music to her ears. She never wants to get tired of hearing him say it. 

[ineffablyrandom]

Story Time:

Sobrang tagal ko bago ko maisipan isulat, partly kase tinatamad ako, mostly kase parang ayokong ikwento or I don't see a reason to disclose whatever I went through sa buong 2022.

Hindi ako magpo-post ng pictures kase nabura ko na lahat ng picture from 2022.

2022 was one hell of a year. Katulad ng sabi ko, heartbreaks and doubts. Overthinking. Etc. Mostly because I feel sad. I entered 2022 thinking ikeep up ko yung pag post, my usual madaldal and makwento dito sa tumblr self. But I realize now why I stopped, posting, I was sad and lonely.

I think I made peace with everything I went through na in 2022. But here's what happened in October up to date.

My best friend and I planned to go somewhere, kase free siya ng last week ng October and sakto na magbi-birthday ako nang November 5. Last week ng September nag sa-suggest suggest ako sa kaniya kung san pwede pumunta. Yung malapit lang muna, no need for air travel, next year na lang tayo ulit mag travel na sasakay tayo ng eroplano. So sabi ko kung gusto niya ba Baler, or La Union. Sabi ko nga Quezon may magaganda din. Pero may nakita ako sa FB na post about sa isang place na maganda, Puerto Galera. Sinend ko sa kaniya sa messenger tapos ang sabi niya "G!".

So from then nag plan na kame, ilang araw, san kami mag stay, anong kukunin namin na tour package. Anyway, na-settle namin, aalis na lang ng October 28. 5 days kame mag stay. tatlong place/hotel ang pag stay-an namin (Kase maarte kame, at gusto namin ng magandang place na pag stay-an)

But before that, buntis yung aso ko (Qielli/Shih Tzu).

Nung October 27, a day before ako umalis papuntang Puerto Galera (28 nang madaling araw ang alis namin), dinala ko sa vet si Qielli para sa ultrasound niya. Apat na puppies. Tapos biglang sabi ng Vet/Doctor, "Pwede na siya manganak ngayon. mamaya or bukas". Nagulat ako, mali pala ako ng bilang ng araw sa pregnancy ni Qielli. Tinanong ako kung i-CS ba or normal na lang, kung CS pwede na iconfine si Qielli sa Vet Clinic. Hindi ko balak ipa-CS si Qielli, kaya tumawa ako tapos sabi ko sa vet, "Hindi Doc, kaya po yan ni Qielli. Mag Normal delivery lang po siya sa bahay." Tumawa din yung Vet/Doc tapos umuwi na kame.

Habang pauwi kinausap ko pa si Qielli sabi ko, "Ngayon ka na manganak Qielli kase bukas wala ako, walang mag asikaso sayo." Kase alam ko naman hindi naman kaya nila mama na paanakin si Qielli.

Mga isang oras pagkauwi namin nagle-labor na si Qielli. Sabi ko pa sa kaniya, "Good job Qielli bear." Kase all in all hindi siya nahirapan manganak, sobrang smooth. Hindi inabot ng tatlong oras. Nailabas niya din yung apat na baby niya ng buhay.

28 ng madaling araw (5 AM), bumyahe na kami ng best friend ko papuntang Puerto Galera. Umuulan ulan last few weeks ng October (bago mag 28), pero umaraw din, tapos di namin ineexpect na tatama yung bagyo ng 28 ng hapon mismo.

11 AM ata kame nakarating sa Puerto Galera, pagbaba na pagbaba namin umaambon na pero hindi pa malakas yung ulan. Hindi naman talaga lumakas yung ulan, hindi lang tumigil talaga. Pagbaba na pagbaba namin nag land tour agad kami kahit umuulan ulan pa. Sabi nung mga nagtu-tour dun swerte namin kase nakasakay pa kaming barko pababa ng Puerto Galera, kasi kami na pala yung barko na huling pinalaot, tapos sinara na yung Puerto Galera. Yung iba daw na-stranded sa Batangas.

Hindi namin napuntahan lahat ng sa land tour pero masaya naman, pagod.

Kinaumagahan ng 29 dineklara na yung bagyo, state of calamity na ata sa Mindoro. Buong araw malakas ang hangin. Na-stuck kame sa hotel room. Hindi natuloy yung Island tour namin. Dahil wala kaming magawa, naghanap kami ng gagawin sa loob lang ng room namin. Nag make up kame. Nag tiktok. Nag karaoke. Kinabukasan maaraw na. Saka lang natuloy yung Island tour namin. After ng Island tour lumipat na kami sa isang na-book namin na hotel. (10 for me, maganda yung ambiance tsaka maganda yung place. May breakfast. Mura for a night and beach front pa.) Nag swimming lang kame, hindi matagal kase lumakas na yung alon, tapos nag hanap ng kakainan. (Sarap nung kinainan namin. Pasta, chicken tsaka pizza). Wala masyadong night life kase siguro nga may bagyo and lahat ng turista siguro nastranded sa Batangas. Nakabili naman ako ng madaming pasalubong. Kinaumagahan lumipat na kami sa Beach House Lodge and Restuarant (10 din! Kase sobrang peaceful. Sobrang ganda ng place. Sobrang sarap din ng food nila. Huhu.) Hindi nga lang kami nakapag swimming na ng matagal din kase lumakas na din yung alon. Pero we got to enjoy ourselves reading book by the beach. And yung food masarap talaga. After pananghalian umuwi na din kame, bumyahe na kami papuntang port, sumakay sa business class na roro. By 11 PM ata nakauwi na din ako ng bahay. Nung last day nakin sa Puerto Galera saka lang dumami ang tao. Siguro kase bumabyahe na nga barko. Yung nga nastranded sa Batangas, napaunta na ng Puerto Galera.

The rest, well, birthday ko. Tapos nung December first week ata. dinala ko sa vet yung apat na puppies para sa second deworming and first vaccine.

December 23 ng umaga napansin ko na nag seizure yung isang puppy (Si Yuki), dinala ko agad sa vet kasama si Luna kase napansin ko na nag twitch din siya, the hardest part for me was I knew when I started noticing the seizures and tremors kahit bago pa man sila itest, alam ko na distemper yung sakit nila. It was so sudden and ang bilis lang, wala akong ibang nakitang symptoms sa kanila, few days before that napansin ko na malambot yung poop nila pero naisip ko baka dahil lang kase nag transition na ko sa kanila from milk ng mommy nila, to milk na pang puppy (yung tinitimpla), to wet dog food. So I had no idea na it was one of the symptoms. And nung umaga lang ng 23 talaga nag seizure si Yuki tas nag twitch yung hind legs ni Luna. Sa vet clinic tinest sila, postive sa distemper. I was so heartbroken and sad and confused and worried all at the same time, kase anim ang aso ko na nasa bahay, yung apat na puppy (Qiell, Yuki, Luna, and Quincy), si Qielli tapos yung aspin ko na aso si Cassie. Tapos tatlong pusa. So hindi ko alam pano gagawin ko, sabi ng vet most likely nag hawa hawa na sila since magkakasama sila. HIndi ko alam kung san possible nila nakuha, kase hindi ko pinapalabas si Cassie ng gate ng bahay, si Qielli din. Hindi din nilalabas yung puppies. Yung mga pusa? Kase sila nakakalabas tapos bumabalik din sa bahay. Or kami? Yung mga shoes and tsinelas?

Hindi ako umiyak, pero that night nung nagsunod sunod seizure ni Yuki, I cried. Pero malakas siya kumain, naglalaro, hiniwalay ko agad siya sa mga walang symptoms. Binili ko lahat agad ng gamot, vitamins na pwede ko ipainom sa kaniya, sa kanila. Nag search ako ng remedies, ng mga distemper survivors. Inalagaan ko si Yuki tinabi ko sa pag tulog.

December 25 after midnight Yuki passed away in my bed. Sinilip ko siya pagka midnight tinabihan ko sinabihan ko ng merry christmas and I love you. Lumabas lang ako saglit para kumain. Pagbalik ko di na siya humihinga. So I cried.

After Yuki died, Luna started having tremors. Hindi siya nag seizure pero napapansin ko na nahihirapan siya sa tremors niya, nag twitch yung hind legs niya, umiiyak siya minsan kahit tulog. wala pang symptoms sila Quincy at Qiell. Hiniwalay ko din si Cassie at Qielli.

Christmas and before new year was the worst. Pagod na pagod ako. Wala akong maayos na tulog. Round the clock ang painom ng gamot. Ako lang nagbabantay, nagpapakain, nagpapainom ng gamot, maya't maya ang pag disinfect.

December 26 dinala ko agad si Luna sa Distemper facility (Rehabilitation center) para ipa confine. Sarado sila nung 24 at 25, tapos hanggang 29 lang yung confinement, 29 iuuwi ko din si Luna kase 30 sarado daw sila. Sabi ko okay lang. Go. Kaya iniwan namin si Luna dun.

December 27, Luna passed away sa rehabilitation center. Kasabay nung kinagabihan nag seizure na din nang nag seizure si Quincy.

You would think okay sila. Traydor pala talaga yung distemper. Kase maharot naman sila, playful, sobrang lakas kumain. Then bigla silang mag seizure. Biglang mag drop yung katawan nila. Biglang magiging matamlay.

I cried again that day holding Quincy in my arms.

And then I whispered to her, sumama na siya kila Luna para di na siya mahirapan.

December 29, Qiell started having seizures na din.

December 30 ng madaling araw Qiell passed away.

Quincy died 7 or 8 AM din the same day (December 30).

Writing this was so hard. I keep crying. And even now, after ilang days, I still cried every night looking at their playpen.

I was consoling myself, sinasabi ko, okay lang yan, they were never meant to grow up. Magbubuntis na lang ulit si Qielli, or bibili na lang ulit ako ng Shih Tzu. I don't know.

Iniisip ko kung may nagawa ba ako, may nagawa ba kami para makuha nila yung distemper virus? Sinisi ko yung sarili ko, sinisi ko yung tao sa paligid ko.

And then I learned that yung kumare ni mama na nakatira sa may bandang likuran namin, namatay din daw lahat ng aso niya, sa may side namin na kapit bahay dalawa yung namatay, yung sa may labasan namin nagkasakit din yung aso nila. And I wonder if may virus outbreak ba na naganap.

Now, hindi ko na sinisisi yung sarili ko, and most of the time although I miss them, I'm grateful na hindi na sila masyadong nahirapan pa ng matagal. And I hope they're happy there in the rainbow bridge kasama ang isa't isa and all my dogs na nawala na.

Napapraning lang ako ngayon, maya't maya ko chinecheck si Cassie kung okay ba siya. Maya't maya ko chinicheck si Qielli kung may symptoms ba siya.

I'm still sad.

Nung nag new year, sabi ko sa sarili ko, this year I hope will be different. Sana wala nang masyadong heartbreak.

And if biyayaan ulit ng aso/puppy. I hope that puppy/dog will stay ng sobrang tagal sa amin.

[vrnicky]

Non-skeletons characters!!

Phew thats a lot of names! Here they are, new names even! If you want to ask these guys something, be specific about it. Names or groups ehehe.

-Undertale.

Frisk

Toriel

Asgore

Undyne

Grillby

Alphys

Mettaton

MK

Nappstablook

-Underswap.

Grillby: Reece

Toriel: Reine

Asgore: Castiel

Chara: Clover

-Underfell.

Grillby: Mack

Asgore: Iron

Toriel: Tempest

Frisk: Aoki

-Outertale.

Toriel: Lunariel

Asgore: Espagor

Frisk: Rei

-Outerswap.

Asgore: Harlon

Toriel: Gama

Undyne: Nebula

Alphys: Sora

Grillby: Comet

-Outerfell.

Asgore: Titan

Toriel: Alpha

Undyne: Capella

Alphys: Chandra

Frisk: Charon

Grillby: Pollux

Muffet: Alula

-Dancetale.

Toriel: Madonna

Asgore: Vicente

Frisk: Nami

-Danceswap.

Grillby: Calypso

-Horrortale.

Toriel: Leverna

Undyne: Beatriz

-Swapfell.

Grillby: Chain

-Fellswap red.

Grillby: Oil

-Fellswap gold.

Grillby: Arse

Chara: Kana

-Swapfell crystal.

Alphys: Kade

Undyne: Avleen

Asgore: Samir

Toriel: Lylah

Grillby: Emil

Nappstablook: Kaye

Mettaton: Mylee

Chara: Aidah

Asriel: Karis

Monster kid: Robyn

Frisk: Ryley

Muffet: Chelsy

Riverperson: Kealan

-Fellswap wine.

Chara: Isaac

Toriel: Glorya

Asgore: Viktor

Undyne: Pithon

Alphys: Crocodile

Grillby: Bruno

Muffet: Venti

Napstaton: Mister

Happstablook: Recky

-Reaper aus.

Toriel: Lavi

Frisk: Eiko

Chara: Maku

-Mafia gang.

Undyne: Mercy

Toriel: Angel

Asgore: Dominic/Patrón

Alphys: Irma

Grillby: Joseph

Muffet: Ramy

Riverperson: Mensajero

Frisk: Puppy

-Storyshift.

Asgore: Taran

Toriel: Brielle

Undyne: Zarah

Alphys: Bea

Mettaton: Devon

Nappstablook: Grady

Asriel: Sunny

Chara: Mali

Frisk: Byn

-Not undertale found.

Asgore: Viggo

Toriel: Sigrid

Asriel: Aren

Undyne: Cleopatra

Alphys: Arwen

Grillby: Thiago

Nappstablook: Matthew

Happstablook: Idara

Frisk: Faina

@ratsoh-writes

[koleene]

Tumalon yung puppy namin tapos mali yung pagkakabagsak niya. Naglilimp siya 😭😭😭

[animal25]

Azawakh: Dog Breed, Origin, Grooming, Health, Care Full Info

A canine strain named for the Azawakh Valley in the Sahara desert where they began, this is a spare and nippy huntsman with a regal presence. They’re proud but pious and defensive of their home and family.

Although these are rare, thoroughbred tykes, you may find them in the care of harbors or deliverance groups. Flashback to borrow! Don’t shop if you want to bring one of these tykes home.

As you may guess from the appearance of the strain and their desert origins, these tykes do well in hot climates. While they love their mortal families, they can remain frosty around new people.

As sighthounds, they’ll also want to take off when they see commodity moving, which could include small creatures or indeed running children.

They need educated pet parents who can keep them from bolting, stay firm with training, and fraternize them beforehand.

Origin: Mali, Algeria, Niger, Burkina Faso, Africa

Height: 23-29 inches

Weight: 15-25kg

Lifespan: 10-12 years

Colors: black, Brindle, blue fawn, clear sand, dark fawn, grizzle

Breed Characteristics

Altitudinous and elegant, the Azawakh is a West African sighthound that originates from the countries of Burkina Faso, Mali, and Niger. The Azawakh has a short, fine fleece that may come in any color or color combinations red, clear beach to fawn, brindled, parti-color ( which may be generally white), blue, black, and brown.

The head may have a black mask and there may be white markings on the legs, bib, and at the tip of the tail. There is no color or marking disqualifications in the strain. Beseeming its heritage, the Azawakh excels as a companion, guardian, and lure watchdog in the United States.

This ancient stalking hound is so spare and rangy that his bone structure and musculature can plainly be seen beneath his skin.

The smooth S-shaped silhouettes, deep casket, and aerodynamic head mark the Azawakh as a member of the sighthound family, canine sprinters that calculate on keen vision and blazing speed to fix and course their prey.

Azawakh Breed History

The Azawakh strain is also known as the Tuareg Sloughi, named after the Tuareg gadabouts. The strain has many alternate names, including Idii n’ Illeli(sighthound of the free people, or noble canine of the free people). The exact origin of the Azawakh canine is unknown, although it wasn’t until the 1970s that the strain began to come popular in certain areas.

The Azawakh is known to have begun from the Southern Sahara and Sahel areas of West Africa, skirting near Mali and Niger. The Azawakh is regarded as a regardful strain and enjoy appreciation from the gadabouts. The Azawakh developed as a result of interbreeding thousands of times agone and partake ancestors with the Saluki and Sloughi.

The Azawakh is still considered a newer strain in terms of understanding its disposition and broad history. Considered members of the family, this strain still likes to give protection against raiders and nonnatives. They’re exceptional nimrods with an eye for carrying meat and are known to hunt hare, antelope, and wild boar.

The Azawakh is famed for their grim stamina and capability to run 40 mph. They were preliminarily trained to cover camps and quest with possessors, although moment, the Azawakh prefer to hunt within a pack and aren’t known as solitary nimrods. In the 1980s, Azawakh was brought over to the United States.

The first puppies were red and fawn with white markings. The Azawakh strain isn’t presently registered with the AKC but was honored by the UKC in 1993. Although the Azawakh is still rare in the United States, it’s sluggishly climbing in fashionability.

more details:https://animalatoz.com/azawakh/

[animala2z]

Azawakh: Dog Breed, Origin, Grooming, Health, Care Full Info

A canine strain named for the Azawakh Valley in the Sahara desert where they began, this is a spare and nippy huntsman with a regal presence. They’re proud but pious and defensive of their home and family.

Although these are rare, thoroughbred tykes, you may find them in the care of harbors or deliverance groups. Flashback to borrow! Don’t shop if you want to bring one of these tykes home.

As you may guess from the appearance of the strain and their desert origins, these tykes do well in hot climates. While they love their mortal families, they can remain frosty around new people.

As sighthounds, they’ll also want to take off when they see commodity moving, which could include small creatures or indeed running children.

They need educated pet parents who can keep them from bolting, stay firm with training, and fraternize them beforehand.

Origin: Mali, Algeria, Niger, Burkina Faso, Africa

Height: 23-29 inches

Weight: 15-25kg

Lifespan: 10-12 years

Colors: black, Brindle, blue fawn, clear sand, dark fawn, grizzle

Breed Characteristics

Altitudinous and elegant, the Azawakh is a West African sighthound that originates from the countries of Burkina Faso, Mali, and Niger. The Azawakh has a short, fine fleece that may come in any color or color combinations red, clear beach to fawn, brindled, parti-color ( which may be generally white), blue, black, and brown.

The head may have a black mask and there may be white markings on the legs, bib, and at the tip of the tail. There is no color or marking disqualifications in the strain. Beseeming its heritage, the Azawakh excels as a companion, guardian, and lure watchdog in the United States.

This ancient stalking hound is so spare and rangy that his bone structure and musculature can plainly be seen beneath his skin.

The smooth S-shaped silhouettes, deep casket, and aerodynamic head mark the Azawakh as a member of the sighthound family, canine sprinters that calculate on keen vision and blazing speed to fix and course their prey.

Azawakh Breed History

The Azawakh strain is also known as the Tuareg Sloughi, named after the Tuareg gadabouts. The strain has many alternate names, including Idii n’ Illeli(sighthound of the free people, or noble canine of the free people). The exact origin of the Azawakh canine is unknown, although it wasn’t until the 1970s that the strain began to come popular in certain areas.

The Azawakh is known to have begun from the Southern Sahara and Sahel areas of West Africa, skirting near Mali and Niger. The Azawakh is regarded as a regardful strain and enjoy appreciation from the gadabouts. The Azawakh developed as a result of interbreeding thousands of times agone and partake ancestors with the Saluki and Sloughi.

The Azawakh is still considered a newer strain in terms of understanding its disposition and broad history. Considered members of the family, this strain still likes to give protection against raiders and nonnatives. They’re exceptional nimrods with an eye for carrying meat and are known to hunt hare, antelope, and wild boar.

The Azawakh is famed for their grim stamina and capability to run 40 mph. They were preliminarily trained to cover camps and quest with possessors, although moment, the Azawakh prefer to hunt within a pack and aren’t known as solitary nimrods. In the 1980s, Azawakh was brought over to the United States.

The first puppies were red and fawn with white markings. The Azawakh strain isn’t presently registered with the AKC but was honored by the UKC in 1993. Although the Azawakh is still rare in the United States, it’s sluggishly climbing in fashionability.

[xladymalice]

Swapfell Dawn AU

Swapfell Dawn is my AU and Headcanon for the Swapfell Brothers.

Read from right to left pls!

Mwehe <3

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[life-of-mocca]

Don’t Worry, be happy (pics from our morning walk :3)

[lysaxcal]

cuties 💕