#my doggo is so tired he’s like

[devildom-doll]

This is how I imagine Luci comforting Cerberus 🐶💙

[madrabit]

If I'd get a penny every time Bojan slept under or next to Nace's clothes, I'd have two pennies. Which isn't a lot, but its weird that it happened twice...

[chibifox2002]

IT'S EDDIE BABY'S VERY FIRST BIRTHDAY!!!

Have some bonus puppy pictures because he's growing up too fast

[diremoone]

sweet dedication | g. satoru

a year after his fight with sukuna, satoru finally gets to enjoy his birthday in peace, with no one but his beloved wife.

w — fluff, post-canon, lots of food :3, i incorporated a doggo sue me, vv short but hopefully sweet 🥰

Happy Birthday, My Beloved Satoru ❤️❤️

[ line divider credit to @/saradika ]

The last thing Satoru expected to smell coming through the front door of his home was a mixture of cinnamon and cherries. He shrugged off the jacket from his shoulders and curiously stepped further into his home. Upon seeing the kitchen table and every counter, his eyes went wide and mouth fell open.

On the kitchen table was at least four boxes of pizza, chicken wings, fried chicken, and brisket. Towards the end of the table farther fell the front door were sides, like green bean casserole and corn. His mouth began to water, his inner food junkie rearing it’s hungry head.

Across the counters and clearly in the oven were desserts, desserts, and more desserts — apple and cherry pie, cheesecake, fruit kebabs, crepes, mochi, brownies, kikufuku from Sendai. Gosh, what was the occasion?

And then the man sees above the hallway entrance that leads to the other rooms: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Satoru gapes.

Was it really December 7th?

He checks his phone and his brows raise in surprise. How in the world did he forget?

But you didn’t. You would’ve been the only one available to have made such a feast for him (even if it was mostly sweets), since everyone else was out on missions, still trying to tidy up Japan after the Culling Games’ toll.

He feels his heart swell with love and happiness, happy that you’ve remembered a date that he’s thrown to the side for so many years. He’s happy that you’ve done so much here for him, a genuine showcase of how much you really loved him and knew him by cooking all of his favorites. This must’ve taken you hours and hours to do; this being a clear proclamation of how much you’ve dedicated yourself to him and to knowing him.

“Babe?” he calls out to open air. No response. He’s smart by checking the kitchen first; you’d never leave cooking food unattended.

Satoru’s mouth quirks up into a sweet smile at the sight of passed out, sitting on the kitchen floor with your inseparable corgi Maple snoozing away right next to you. Although he squints at the sight of your neck lolled to the side in the corner of the cabinets. That didn’t look comfortable at all.

He’s not sure if he should take you to bed or wake you up right now. After a moment, he decides the former. But as soon as you’re scooped up and secured against his broad chest, your eyes flutter open. Maple wakes up too, barking and wiggling her butt, happy to see her dad.

“Oh, my god. Satoru!”

He winks. “The one and only baby.”

Your brain has always been fast about remembering all of the events prior to any sort of sleep or nap you’ve had. This time was no different, and he chuckles when you begin to groan and complain about your surprise being ruined.

“God, I can’t believe I fell asleep! How does one even sleep on the kitchen floor. My ass hurts, Jesus,” you complain. You burrow your head into the crook of his neck in embarrassment as he carries you to the couch and sits down with you on his lap. Maple bounds up behind him and miraculously uses her little legs to hop up on the couch. Satoru chuckles and takes a moment to briefly give her belly rubs.

“Thank you for trying to make this day special for me,” your ‘Toru says. It’s sweet, the tone of his voice, filled with love and adoration. “Don’t feel bad. That looks like a lot of cooking you did, so it’s only natural you’d fall asleep at some point. So don’t beat yourself up over it, okay?”

You grumble but nod anyway. It was true. You’d been awake ever since he’d left earlier this morning, putting the pedal to the floor on your attempt to swamp the love of your life with all of his favorite foods made by hand.

“I love you, Satoru,” you mumble, still tired and sleepy from overextending yourself.

“I love you, too, baby.” His lips press a long kiss to the side of your temple. He pulls away to gaze down into your eyes, chuckles escaping him again at seeing the sleepy haze in them. “Thank you for trying to make my special day special.”

“But I still didn’t get to surprise you,” you complain.

“I wasn’t expecting it when I came home, especially now with everything going on. I think that’s a big enough surprise for me,” he argues. “So come on, cheer up! We have some delicious delicious food to eat made by my sweet, adorable, wonderful wifey-poo! Except the pizza of course!”

You deadpan. “Call me that again and I’ll smash the strawberry shortcake I made as your birthday cake in that expensive jacket you bought last week.”

Satoru gasps dramatically in horror.

“You wouldn’t!”

“Try me.”

“Not if I eat it first!”

taglist:

@vagabond-umlaut @heresan @4sat0ruu and @/all my satoru lovers also i shouldn’t have taken that nap otherwise this taglist would be longer lmaoo

let’s raise a glass to this man who deserves the entire fucking world

[roseglazedlens]

hehe hi i saw that your requests were open and idk if this is like too much or anything but sobbing head in hands head canons about reader having a dog that just does not get along with their s/o (any character of your choosing), like perhaps not like barking at them, but the dog is definitely playfully biting their toes every time they see them

⦑ 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐄𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢�� 𝐒/𝐎’𝐬 𝐃𝐨𝐠𝐬 ⦒

characters: chris redfield, leon kennedy, claire redfield, piers nivans & jill valentine. a/n: thank you so much for requesting lovely! i don't have any furbabies myself, but one day!!! once again, i apologise for getting carried away with these headcanons, i just love all characters! content: SFW

CHRIS REDFIELD

He has a German Shepherd at home!! Dog person all his life!

Had considered being a professional dog trainer in his younger years, and did some courses on it, but ultimately did not pursue it.

Gets along with your dog almost instantly - your dog respects Chris.

Would teach your dog all kinds of tricks - honestly helps you out a lot!

Would be annoying and give you unsolicited advice about your dog's diet and training (which you shut him up with a kiss)

Has a YouTube channel about educational dog content with only three videos of him just talking to the camera, that is all posted 7 years ago.

LEON KENNEDY

Leon doesn't mind dogs, but he prefers cats more.

So when Leon visits you, he isn't used to the shower of affection your dog gives.

If your dog were to not get along with him, Leon would put his hands up to show he doesn't mean harm.

Eventually earning your dog's mercy after playing fetch with them!

It's a little tiring for Leon, who is only used to the company of cats.

But he knows your dog is your family and wants to make sure he gets along with them.

Would try to convince you that a cat would be a good addition to your family (so his cat can have a playmate).

CLAIRE REDFIELD

There was only Claire and her brother in the Redfield household, so Chris surprised Claire with a dog for her birthday one time to help with the loneliness. And that cheered Claire up greatly, and made her love dogs!.

No. 1 chihuahua defender - Always trying to break the stereotype that chihuahuas are aggressive, and rants on about how so many people don't know how to respect their boundaries.

Volunteers at a dog shelter!

It is no surprised she would get along with yours, with how big dogs has become in her life.

If she gets bitten playfully, Claire would play dead. And then come back to life when your dog paws at her cheeks. (She can't stop smiling from the cuteness)

Would scream "doggo!" everytime she passed by one.

PIERS NIVANS

He loooves dogs!! And dogs love him!

Piers just radiates 'dog owner energy' - random dogs, including yours, will sniff him and try to be friends if he passes by.

Dogs are just naturally drawn to Piers, and he's not complaining.

Meets your dog once, and your dog already loves him more. You're a little salty about it, but glad that they get along.

Best belly rubs giver!

His dog is friends with Chris' dog, so they go on a walk together every Sunday morning.

JILL VALENTINE

Jill is a dog person, even if I can see her being a cat person too.

I see Jill being super affectionate to her dog, always giving kisses and hugs the moment she returns from an op.

After Arklay Mountains, I can see her dog being concerned at Jill's attitude change. Whining a little to show that they're here for Jill.

When she meets your dog, her expression warms at the sight. I see Jill getting attached to your dog easily, and they get along together well after playing fetch a few times.

thanks for reading! come check out my other works. ––yours truly, rose. tags: @valsthea @custard0nut © roseglazedlens - please do not repost, plagiarise, or feed to ai.

[starrysvn]

puppy love | kang yeosang

pairing: kang yeosang x gn!reader

genre: headcanon; e2l (i TRIED); co-workers au, volunteering at an animal shelter; fluff; angst if you really, really squint, crack (i’m nOT funny)

word count: 3.1k

rating: pg-13

warnings: none; one smooch, mayhaps a couple swear words (lowercase intended)

networks: @cromernet

author’s note: happy belated christmas from your secret santa, @armysantiny !! i really hope you’ll enjoy this and i sincerely hoped you spent warm holidays surrounded by people you loved! <3 i’ve tried my very best with the e2l but mAN writing it is so much less fun than reading it. big, huge, thanks to @hwaightme for giving me wonderful ideas to use and delulus to ponder so i could write this down. ilysm <333

kang yeosang is one infuriating individual. for one, there is no way anyone can be so praised and well-liked by literally everyone. not a day goes by where you don’t wonder how his small smiles and quiet attitude could bewitch every last person he talked to. not when he would not bother to say hi in passing to you specifically, or resolve to small nods and monosyllables when talking. to you.

it seems that you are the problem.

you and him work volunteer shifts at the same shelter. only, he deals with cats while you deal with dogs so it wasn’t like you’d see each other that often, but it was often enough to know he doesn’t like you.

not enough to say hi, engage in any sort of coversation or, least of all, help out if needed.

until christmas.

the shelter was decked out, you spent a whole afternoon helping out with decorations, along with yunho and yena, two other volunteers.

and yeosang.

the man almost laughed his ass off watching you balance on a ladder in the most uncoordinated way possible to avoid falling. arms flailing around and everything.

he just stood there, an ornament in his hands, with his stupidly cute smile and watched.

you sigh, scratching behind the ear of the latest rescue dog that was brought in. you like baxter, he is chill and his black, shiny fur does not show signs of him having had to live out in the streets all on his own for weeks anymore. you like him best because it looks like he is listening when you ramble on, in disbelief of the rudeness showcased, about yeosang.

just then, a call of your name sounds in the air, the voice coming from the front desk of the shelter.

“see you later,” you leave behind baxter’s toy, leaving him with one last pat on the head, and make your way to the front where hongjoong had called for you.

you smile upon entering the reception area as it had been a joint decorating effort between you, yunho and yena. the result was looking very much like an elementary school christmas project, but you enjoy the general vibe. the senior rescuer currently behind the counter, looking rather preoccupied with a few papers, however, had just shook his head dejectedly upon seeing the final result.

“i’m sorry to be doing this, but could you take the christmas day shift?” he looks apologetic as he asks, rushing to explain. “it’d only be a half day, I promise that by one you can leave, we’ve got the staff taking care of the other shifts and the morning one’s the only one left uncovered-”

“no worries,” you interrupt his rambling. “i’ll be there.”

hongjoong smiles, looking relieved only for a second, before his face betrays further worrying.

“what is it?”

“nothing, i,” he sighs, shoulders sagging upon seeing the inquisitive look on your face. “yeosang will be working the same shift.”

defeat. dejection. betrayed trust. you groan dramatically, barely hearing hongjoong say that you’d already agreed and it would not be that bad.

surely it’d make for an interesting christmas.

when you arrive on christmas morning, the night shift staff gives you a tired nod and you offer him a smile in return, quickly wishing him happy holidays.

you waste no time in doing the rounds, giving all the cute doggos their breakfast.

while going over the duty checklist left from the night shift staff you hear the bell jingle in the front and roll your eyes.

when you finally decide to go up front it takes a couple of minutes before yeosang finally comes into view.

decked out in his funniest ugly sweater it reads “here comes santa paws” and has a cat wearing a christmas hat on it and with his long hair tucked behind his ears, he’s coming up to you with an awkward air about him.

you squint your eyes in suspicion.

“merry christmas,”

you’re floored, shocked, gaping like a fish looking up at your co-worker who for the first time ever has spoken to you first.

“cookie?” he produces a tupperware from behind his back, carefully removing the lid to reveal the most crooked, ill-decorated christmas cookies you’ve ever seen. some look slightly burned. a gingerbread man has three eyes.

you’re still gaping, not in the slightest understanding how it's possible that he’s spoken to you first, and also not noticing how ever so slowly a blush starts to creep up on his cheeks.

maybe you’re hallucinating, but it snaps you out of your trance.

you quickly reach for the gingerbread man with three eyes.

“thanks,” you mumble, giving him a small smile. “merry christmas.”

yeosang nods, closing the tupperware and disappearing without a word.

so you’re left there, cookie in hand, not knowing what to do with this.

you stay put, eating your cookie, until you hear a loud bang.

you rush to the source of it, finding a very flustered yeosang surrounded by cat litter. at least it’s clean.

you hold in your laughter, seeing him stand there, look around and try to come up with a plan.

“a little help?” you pretend to wipe away tears, facing his deadpan expression.

“you would’ve let me fall from a ladder,”

“you would’ve survived,”

you scoff, turning around to grab the broom and toss it his way. Yeosang catches it, just barely.

“really?”

“you scared my dogs.”

with that, you leave him to his mess, going to comfort and play a little bit with the shaken up puppies.

it’s not until a little later that you show up at the front desk again, noticing yeosang is already sitting there, typing away on the computer.

he’s also got the phone pressed to his ear, helping out someone on the line with cat duties, speaking with his honey voice and a small smile on his face.

it’s almost mesmerizing seeing him wear an expression that’s not his usual blank stare he holds up around you.

“if you’re done staring, we’ve got hongjoong’s checklist to go through,”

just like that, you feel like a deer caught in headlights, heat pervading your face.

“sure,” you shrug, going over to him to take a look at it, trying not to stare at his smug pout.

deep down, very deep down, you think about kissing it away.

if he weren’t so unbearable. but he is. so.

the checklist read “lobby Ikea chairs”

you both looked at each other, confused, until you noticed the boxes hidden behind the counter.

there was a post-it on it that read: “good luck! -HJ”

simply infuriating. you’d lost count of all the times you had to resist the urge to roll your eyes or drop everything and go back to your dogs.

there was no trace of the cold, odd yeosang you were used to.

he’d casually sat down on the spot where you were assembling the Ikea chairs, picked up the instruction manual and waited for you to hand him the screwdriver. bewildered, you had.

that was about two hours ago, before trying to follow instructions had gone to your heads, when it was only extremely awkward and quiet while he read the manual and you tried your best to sneak glances at him. to figure out what possibly could have been going through his head, of course.

now you were busy trying to one up each other in an undeclared war of who is the best handyman, clearly having lost the main aim: building the damned chairs.

“you were supposed to put in the screw first and then the little wooden thingy.”

“does it matter?”

“does your chair look structurally sound?”

“listen, if we start over-” pinching the bridge of his nose and scrunching his eyes closed with a sigh, you stop him before he could finish his sentence.

“like hell we are, it took us two hours just to get to this.”

“exactly,” his deadpan tone leaves you no choice but to sigh.

“fine,” you give in.

you were going to kill hongjoong.

because it took you only two hours to realize all it took for yeosang to distract you were his hands working on assembling furniture, his voice asking you to pass him stuff and his silence.

if you hated it before, now you appreciated the quiet moments where all you could hear was the faint music coming from the radio and the occasional bark or meow that prompted one of you to stand up and go check on your animals.

of course it was because you didn’t have to hear his disdainful reprimanding, not at all because it gave you the chance to throw glances at him and how a few strands of hair escaped the clips pinning it back and framing his face very nicely. no, not at all. you still couldn’t stand him. mhmh.

once you finally finish building the chairs, he helps you set them up in exchange for the older ones, now piled up in the storage room.

it’s almost second nature for you to hold up your fist for him to bump.

it’s just a thing you do all the time with your friends but now you’re standing there awkwardly, fist mid air, yeosang staring at you very lost, eyes going back and forth from your face to your hand and of course now he’s not going to want to see your face ever again and you feel embarrassment slowly and steadily creeping in the more you stand there until

he fist-bumps back

a little puzzled, seemingly asking if he’s done the right thing with one look, before dropping his hand and clearing his voice

you do the same

“gotta go see the dogs,”

“yeah, no, me too… i mean, the cats, yeah, so-”

he turns around and speeds away.

you follow him.

“so how’re the cats?”

yeosang jumps on his spot, almost dropping the little mouse toy he was about to throw for a kitty to catch.

“sleeping, mostly,” he shrugs. “how’re the dogs?”

you motion for him to follow and, surprisingly, he does.

immediately, he greets the ones that are up or go up to him with a smile on his face that you’ve never seen.

it shines brighter than the sun and you find yourself smiling as well, seeing him crouch down and pat dogs left and right.

then you get a grip, not for long

it leaves you pleasantly surprised how he follows while you introduce him to every dog, how he listens while you explain why they’re there, their stories, their backgrounds

but then, while you try to get some of the dogs to play with you so he could finish the round of greetings, he reaches the puppies’ enclosure and enters it to sit among them

and while he tries to play catch with a couple, one makes his way into his arms

and when he looks down at the pup, he’s wearing the most adoring expression

like a kid seeing snow for the first time

it’s wondrous and starry and happy

and you’re staring as he softly pats the puppy’s head and coos at it

“what’s his name?”

you almost don’t answer, too focused on the scene unfolding and having trouble locating the information he’s asked for in your brain

“i don’t think he has one,” you mumble, patting baxter’s head

“sleepy,” he looks down at the puppy. “cause he’s asleep while everyone wants to play, you know?”

you just nod with a smile, or at least you hope it is because what the fuck

why are you losing your mind over yeosang cradling a sleeping puppy?

why is your brain recognizing just now that your stomach’s doing cartwheels? why do you want to look away but also keep staring?

“what’s this?” you think he’s speaking to himself, but you still catch the words leaving his mouth as he enquires the toy another puppy has just brought him

then yeosang looks up at you, eyes wide as saucers, and your heart drops for being caught staring

he doesn’t say a thing, but looks down prompting you to do the same

it’s the mistletoe chew toy

yunho’s brilliant idea of getting the dogs christmas themed toys

yeosang looks away throwing it

“yunho,” you start, catching your coworker’s attention. “yunho’s idea, to get them those.”

you offer him a pained smile as he nods, scratching his head.

“seonghwa too, for the cats…”

“ah, really?”

“yeah…”

you want to bash your head into the wall

but the phone saves you, so you dash to the front, escaping the burning flames of awkwardness

it turns out to be a family wanting to adopt as a christmas present for their kids

so you say that yes, you’re open and yes they can come in whenever

when they do, yeosang has re-emerged and stands beside you, silent like always

this time around, though, you fear he’ll hear your heart beating out of your chest at the proximity

why’s he so close?

you almost jump to greet the happy family of four when they walk in to the sound of let it snow coming from the radio

“we were afraid it wasn’t going to stop!” the dad says, brushing off some snow from his hat

turns out they’d like to adopt a dog

it surprises you that yeosang follows when you lead the family in but you try to pay him no mind

the kids seem to be enamored with every dog they see, their parents giving them free reign

they’re still very polite and don’t cause much ruckus or yell too loud, which you’re grateful for

“could you tell us more about him?”

you’re about to turn to answer the question, if it weren’t that yeosang’s already at it

he’s introducing the kids to baxter

“he’s been here for a while, he’s very fond of our y/n and his favorite snack is carrots. he doesn’t like loud noises all that much. his past owners left him here because they could no longer take care of him, but he’s looking to find a new home,” he speaks as if he’s always been taking care of him, like he hadn’t just learned all that stuff half an hour ago

and he has his smile on, the one who could charm and warm up even the coldest of hearts

except one detail

you didn’t notice the little girl facing the puppies enclosure

until you hear her go “that one’s sleeping!”

but you can’t tear your eyes away from yeosang and his can’t help but hear his soft giggle as he says “his name’s sleepy”

yeah you want to punch a wall just about now

though you have to snap out of it quick

because you’re now letting this nice family adopt baxter and can’t fuck up the procedure or hongjoong will have your head

“how’d you know?” you ask, a little melancholic but over the moon to finally see your baxter go to a family worthy of him, as you both watch the car pull out of the parking lot.

“know what?” when yeosang turns to look at you, it’s with a shadow of a smile and curious eyes, an expression you’ve rarely ever seen directed your way

you swallow hard before speaking next

“that baxter’s fond of me”

his eyes light up in recognition

yeosang swore no soul shall ever know of this

but now he feels his resolution coming apart under your waiting eyes

because truth is, he’s noticed

he notices everything about you

from how you walk in dragging your feet when you have an early morning shift, relying on your cup of coffee, to how you laugh loudly at yunho’s jokes, always get your favorite snack from the vending machines at just about the same time he goes to get his melon pan he does wait for you to be done before going up to the machines himself

and how deeply you care for the dogs and how you seem to have a soft spot for baxter

maybe he’s even heard you once or twice rambling on and on to him about how you don’t get why he doesn’t like you

truth is, he sees you, and he likes you

so much

too much

he’s afraid of doing the wrong thing, say the wrong thing and make you hate him

but apparently his plan had backfired immensely

that’s why he insisted hongjoong gave him and not seonghwa the christmas shift

he even baked stupid cookies to give you

“ah, well…” yeosang has no idea how to get out of this one. “you just seemed to like him a lot from the way you spoke about him”

you hum, not really convinced

yeosang notices though, just as he notices the car of the afternoon staff pull in under the snowfall to free you of your volunteering duties

it’s not long before the shift’s over and he’s not going to see you until after the holidays

so, as you part ways to say goodbye to the pets and grab your coats, he musters up some courage

under the snowfall, he calls your name

when you turn around his dark hair is lightly dusted with snowflakes, only making him look more ethereal, and his eyes are determined

you don’t know what’s up with you today and why suddenly he’s making you feel like a teenager dealing with their first crush under his gaze

“yes?”

he comes closer, much more than he’s ever been, so close that you’re frozen on the spot

“just wanted to let you know that you can redeem your mistletoe kiss whenever you want to”

there’s a smugness in his voice, in his pouty smirk and a sense of accomplishment shining clear in his honey eyes

have they always been this mesmerizing?

his words and his warmth leave you breathless for just a beat too long, until your eyes fall on his lips

when you look back into his eyes, his are already looking at you, waiting

“alright,” you mutter lowly, pecking his lips once, testing the waters

he places another peck on your lips and, before you know, you’re kissing him

it feels exhilarating, and soft, so soft, just like his lips. just like the hand that’s come up to cup your cheek, bringing you closer, deepening the kiss.

when you come up for air you giggle, yeosang following suit

“may i also interest you in a coffee?” he asks, hand still on your cheek, gently brushing away snowflakes before they melt. you smile.

“i thought you hated me,” it almost sounds like a question and your brow furrows when he clicks his tongue.

“have you ever heard about the concept of quiet, introverted people who feel highly intimidated by awesome, funny, pretty people?”

you laugh, finally presented with the answer to the question that most replayed in your head

“take me on a date, hilarious, quiet, handsome guy”

he blushes and you know he’ll blame it on the cold, but only brushes his nose against yours

and to think you thought he couldn’t stand you mere hours ago

now he’s here, making your heart melt like snow upon touching his perfect skin

[sien-ten]

chapter 100 is short, but loud

spy x family spoilers ahead

short summary: martha and her female comrades were put out on first lines. they're going down, martha is covered by heavy smoke that BlackBell Ind. artillery produces while shooting, so westalis soldiers doesn't see her. it seems that they were a strategic move to distract an enemy. they retreat in frenzy, martha is bleeding and tired. while escaping westalis soldiers, martha shoots and slips down in river, losing her consciousness. she's awake at westalis' side, a dog found her. dog's owner - mrs. anabel, cures some of martha's wounds, feeds her, gives her late daughers clothes (who it seems was a medic) to wear. she tells martha to hide and leave, so young girl does just that. while crawling in search of ostania' s side, martha finds a map and hand-knitted scarf in her pack. mrs. anabell received only a leg of what was left of her daughter, but she sent off someone else's child safely.

I was honestly afraid, that we'll receive some kind of funny chapter with Anya's antics as a 100 chapter. as much as I love Anya, doing something like this in the middle of PAST-arc is very anticlimactic.

I feel that ch. 100 would be much longer, If Endo-sensei could (or wanted to) write more about what happens on other side of war. how not everyone want to play an "agressor" part, how there's fathers, mothers and kids on all sides of battlefield, how hard is to stay human while living in literal hell of war. But I want to thank him for what we have. He's an amazing writer, so we can only imagine how this practice will help him in making of Spy x Family finale.

interesting details: BlackBell Ind. maschinery is already on battlefield, and it works a bit bad - they produce to much smoke, which they shouldn't do; in a moment of weakness Martha internally calls for her parents and Henry; mrs. Anabel is living alone, but her family seems to have strong connections to military - there's photo of her daughter in uniform similar to W2 red cross, there's an unnamed man in marine uniform; mrs. anabell seems to be sick, she has scars and marks on her face, but she also has big medical knowledge - she healed Martha's wounds on her own; the doggo - Baron - is well fed and happy to have new company; Endo doesn't tell us how much time Martha spent on westalis' side - there's only a hint that battlefield frenzy happened "a few month before" Henry heard of Combat Battalion's wipe-out.

this frame of Martha is my favourite in this whole arc.

[raw-eggy]

Was on call with my sweetheart a few days ago, just a normal wholesome lil call before bed- but then someone got hard just from something harmless I said (couldn't remember exactly what it was but I love it and it's such a privilege/compliment that he gets hard sooooo easily for me🤭) so I got out of bed (yea yeah I share a room) and went downstairs to help him with it. I passed by my doggo Tenshi at the staircase and ofc I had to greet her with the cooing puppy talk voice, which he then expressed that he was jealous of Tenshi for, I found that both quite amusing + cute so I teasingly laughed at him for a bit but as his loving mommy, I had to indulge him no?

Guess who's little mind really liked being treated as a puppy? Guess who answered "me me me!" all adorably when I asked who was my good boy? Guess who's mind went dumb so quickly without much teasing or anything really, just because his mommy treated him like her precious little puppy dog? Guess who moaned and whimpered the whole time like an adorable good boy? Guess who cummed in minutes just from being puppy talked to?

Guess who found her precious boy having those reactions to be so absolutely fucking hot that she couldn't get that memory out of her head for days😩- I still keep thinking about it ngl and it keeps turning me on,,, agh if it wasn't for the fact that we were both already really tired, I probably would have forced him to cum a second or even third load for me that time- oh well, more for the next sessions I guess😤

[misc-obeyme]

Ooh speaking abt baths, my dog also hates them but will patiently wait until it's done (unless you stop cooing at her, then she tries to climb out of the tub like a wet rat 🐀) but once she's out I towel her off before letting her shake the rest off while holding a towel over her so water doesn't get everywhere lol. Then it's time for zoomies!!! Before being combed which she actually loves (no hair dryer though because she does Not like wind)

So I'm imagining sheep!MC absolutely taking off the second bath time is over; running away from the brothers and leaving a trail of water through the house. Happily baa-ing and zooming around until they get tired enough someone can scoop them up to get them dry. I feel like they'd be calm with Asmo though, especially with a cute modified tub for them. He'd treat it like a spa day and cut little cucumbers to put on their eyes! He also must have a magic noiseless hair dryer. They'd also probably be calmer if Simeon and Luke were sheepsitting but even then they'd probably at least try to shake some water off at the angels for some chaotic fun

OH YES sheep MC zoomies!!!! That'd be so freaking cute, just imagine that lil fluff ball running around the House of Lamentation like crazy and it's all clopclopclopclop 'cause of their hooves as;lfkdfj

Ahh your pupper sounds so cute!! I think it's so funny how you get the doggos that love bath time and then you get the ones that are more like okay fine, I will tolerate this if I must. Like you know they're just doing it to make their human happy lol!

Now I'm also imagining sheep MC finally tiring themselves out. Mammon is maybe the only one who could catch them when they're going full speed, but once they've slowed down, it's whoever's closest! Except maybe not Belphie because I could see him scooping up MC and then promptly falling asleep with them snuggled in his arms. No drying getting done at all lol.

I totally see Asmo treating sheep MC's bath time like one of those videos where someone has their cat in a little robe and like brushes their fur with a makeup brush and so on. He would go all out. I love the cucumbers, but I also feel like sheep MC would rather eat them.

Sheepsitting angels omg!! I love that, too! You know 'cause sheep MC is trying to be good but they just can't help shaking that water off at them! You know Simeon is probably laughing and Luke is like MC how could you?!? I love it!

[yellow-computer-mouse]

here's some highlights from my WoF phase when i was 10 years old! all of this is copied and pasted directly from the document. (here's the whole thing if you wanna look through it yourself! copied and pasted into a new document bc i don't wanna share my school acc on the internet)

Darkness with snowflakes of hope Glides on silent claws Be on the lookout for Talons of stealth devouring the world In their gaping jaws Wings of darkness, eyes of terror, blood drips from the mind Fins of kindness, claws of purity All of these you must find Gather your dragons, claw-in-claw, before the next new moons Gather them, for you must know They’ll be coming soon Trust no webs, no gills, no claws, until you look past their eyes Past their brains, into their hearts, and find out what’s inside

^ The Darkness Prophecy. Don't worry, I decoded it for you all! ALSO when I was 10!

Snowflakes of hope: The Snowflake Winglet Silent claws, talons of stealth devouring the world: Evil Wings of darkness: Lanternfly Eyes of terror: Feareyes Blood drips from the mind: Jackal Fins of kindness: Princess Droplet Claws of purity: Isis Gather your dragons claw-in-claw: Have the abovementioned dragons ready, with a full understanding of the risks They’ll be coming soon: Leech planning his big attack Trust no webs, no gills, no claws: Don’t trust dragons, specifically SeaWings Look past their eyes, past their brains, into their hearts, and find out what’s inside: Looking past a dragon’s appearance, past their thoughts, and judging them by their true beliefs

JOE-KEHS (this is how it was. in the fucking document.)

Flipper is just lookin’ scared, then he starts boppin’.

Queen Scarlet be like: That was t h r i l l i n g

When Turtle kidnaps you and locks you in a wet bathroom, the best approach is to vibe

The best way to annoy Queen Scarlet is to kill her. Duh.

(I THOUGHT IT WAS FINE TO CALL KINKAJOU KINK/KINKY FOR SHORT 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀 (i also called her joujou. better.)

The headcanons too btw (this is EVER SINGLE ONE IN THE LIST. i'll color the especially funny/interesting ones):

IceWings can be any color, just very light.

NightWings can be any color, just super dark.

Some NightWings are completely silver with black highlights. One of these NightWings that happened to be a mind-reader would have black teardrop scales.

SkyWings can be blue and have blue fire.

SkyWings can be brown and their fire explodes like a dragonflame cactus.

SkyWings can be yellow. Change my mind.

SkyWings' underscales are hard and plated.

SeaWings are generally super chill.

Preyhunter lived, he just has a scar across his chest (like that SandWing guard from Prisoners!)

Icicle is lesbian.

Hailstorm works as a janitor at JMA. (i actually cooked with this hold on)

Kink(ajou) was lesbian, but she’s now demiromantic, because of ANEMONE’S stupid LOVE SPELL!!

Joujou likes sunsets.

Cricket and Tamarin both have mega-crushes on each other and try not to notice (but they do) (THIS IS SO CUTE???? I WAS LOWKEY COOKING)

If asked whether she ships Sunnyflight, Starspeaker, or something different, Tsunami will answer “Starnami. #igetalltheboys!”

Clay is aro.

Blue is tired of the “I’m blue dabidabidabidie” meme. (Don’t ask me how I know about this I just do)

Starflight loves doggos.

Winter has a pet python called Black Ice. (emo ass name 💀💀)

Tsu-Tsu and Gloriffic have a contest every year to try and get each other the worst hatching day present ever (as well as something decent). Nami is currently winning with a used bandage. Glory wasn’t even close with her mug. (FUCKING HELP???????)

Listener is pansexual.

When talking to Tsunami for the first time, she’ll change her nickname after every sentence addressing her. She’d say “Please, call me Tsu-Tsu,” then “No, not Tsu-Tsu. Nami! I am Nami,” then “Why’d you call me Nami? I’m Nam-Nam,” then “WHAT YOU EATING WHILE SPEAKING TO MEEEE”

Turtle is bisexual. (damn right)

Winter is gender nonconforming, transmasc, and polysexual. (DAMN RIGHT)

More are coming soon!! (no tf they are not)

some highlights include:

me making up ships to be mad about and then acting disgusted

shipping sunny and hailstorm, as well as tsunami and squid (bro 💀💀 i hated riptide that much (still do))

i said that i didn't like anemone x tamarin bc "Tamarin has shown ZERO signs of loving her back." DAMN why was i so mad??? 😭😭

the term i used for partner was "cute dating entity"

I SHIPPED GLORY AND SNOWFALL 💀💀💀💀 bro WE ARE NOT IN LOVE WITH QUEEN GLORY CHILL TF OUT!!!!!!!! YOU ARE IN 5TH GRADE

i headcannoned icewings with american accents. honestly so fire. keep doin that little me

THIS WHOLE DOCUMENT IS 33 PAGES LONG

[hatsunemimikyu]

Tales of Vesperia: Definitive Edition First Impressions

Started playing yesterday after having it sit on my Steam library for years and thought it would be fun to note down my first impressions of the game!

Tales Experience

For note, this is not my first game in the series. I've played a significant part/finished Symphonia, Abyss, Zestiria and Berseria, and also played a bit of Phantasia and Arise. My favourites are Abyss and Berseria!

The Plot

I've gone up to Shaikos Ruins by now, so I haven't seen muuch of the plot, but knowing Tales I can predict some conspiration of those in power that relates to the ancient technology lol

I don't mind most Tales games sticking to a tried and true formula as I think the best part of those stories is how they tie to the development of the characters. And talking about characters...

The Characters

I already like Yuri a lot tbh. I love how he's simultaneously too tired for this shit but also cares too deeply to not help others in need. Combat-wise he's your sword main character(tm) which I always appreciate since I'm not that good at combat to play with the more intensive chars lol. Cool dude 10/10.

Omg Estelle is another one I'm loving?? She's kind and sheltered but she's also funny and a book lover. I love her dynamic with Yuri, sheltered noble x world weary (ex-)military makes me think of Luke x Tear who I have always liked a lot. I also love her dress, it looks like a flower!

Extra notes on her and Yuri's relationship, I'm curious to see how Flynn will play into it but I'm already envisioning the "this is my boyfriend Yuri and this is my boyfriend's boyfriend Flynn" thing lol

Also she and Yuri already had the "would you still love me if I was a worm snake or frog?" conversation and I love that for them tbh

https://youtu.be/RIlLpX4fmVY?si=4kR0_lmSoKr9YEpS

Mechanically she's a healer so... sorry girl, probably not going to play as you so much :'D and please stop using sharpness on yourself!!! Still 10/10

Doggo/10, what's more to say?

Ok but Repede is really cool! The only part of his design I'm not a big fan of is the electric blue fur on his head. I'm pretty curious on what's his story with his previous owner and how he came to hang with Yuri (I'm pretty sure the pipe is a memento?)

Mechanically he's the faster but frailer guy which is... ok I guess lol

He's scared as fuck and he has a big ass tote so he's very relatable lol I'm pretty sure him knowing to lockpick will be significant somehow, maybe a hint of his past? 8/10 let's see what he has in store

Mechanically he's the big swing guy which I always enjoy playing as even tho I'm bad at it

Smartass ass lil lady/10. This is a "type" of character I always like in Tales so happy to see her there lol. Still have to finish the ruins to see how will she decide to tag along the party. Mechanically she's the offensive caster, found her nice to play at but I don't like to stay still for long so I don't play caster very much.

Now that I'm done with the characters for now, let's get to...

The Gameplay

This is one of the Tales with the lanes + free movement duo. I'm playing on normal bc I'm a scrub, but I still feel that blocking at the right time/free moving to reposition is pretty important as some enemies can hit quite hard. Usually it gets easier with time bc you get more characters/spells, but for now I'm feeling the difficulty is in a nice place. Skills being learnable from weapons adds some more levels of choice (do I equip every new stronger piece of equipment or do I wait to learn skill X?) which is interesting. I'm glad I'm playing on my Deck as I don't have to worry about save points since I can just put it to sleep.

Now for the last part...

The Visuals

As I've stated before, I'm playing this on a Steam Deck, so I can't comment on how this would look on a giant screen, but for the Deck at least, it looks pretty good! The art direction is pretty strong and all the environments I saw up to now have been distinctive and very nicely crafted. The characters also look pretty good, and the overrall effect is like you're playing an interactive anime. Really shows how a good art direction makes a game look good no matter how old it is.

Anyways having an overrall nice experience with this one! I'm curious to get more characters and see how they develop. Idk if I'll write any more of this but it has been fun to ramble about lol. If you read this all thanks for reading lol have you played this game?

[jazeswhbhaven]

I saw your post on hating on 2D or fictional characters and I agree. I can joke about hating and slander on a character cause comedy.

But when people are hating on the character for just existing or have bad faith argument when they just hate a character have a trope and such.

I use the example of Scrappy Doo. I never gotten the hate for that character, yet in all of Scooby Doo's history, all I hear is hate on that character to the point the first Live action movie, James Gunn made him the villain.

Like, you can criticize and have your opinion. But its a whole another thing to hate that character because they're not your thing. This worse with being a fan of villain characters, these people need to understand that others can separate the characters from their action (in fiction)

What's worse, they'll insult people who like that character, like yes. There are cringed with some people in social, but not everyone is bad.

You'll see people hate on a character and call them worse things because they like them and that, I was like... "Okay? why insult fans of that character?"

Sorry for ranting, its just tiring to join in a new fandom and immediately hit with this kinda of hate cause you like a character. When you are just here enjoying the series/story/characters.

Anyway, I'll go back staring at Glasya's back and Barb's thigh. Have a nice day Jaze :3

Ty Spark, I hope your weekend was great! :D (and you got to enjoy Glas and Barb to your fullest contentment)

But all of this is so true. I was disappointed when I saw Scrappy as the villain when that movie came out because I enjoyed the spin off with him in it! Never understood what they didn't like about him...he didn't do anything jarring to me anyway. It's like hating on Wishbone LMAO (another doggo character I enjoyed in my youth)

There's only been a small handful of character's I disliked for petty reasons but yeah again I'd never insult ppl who like the character. I'd just scratch my head and be like okay i don't get it but i'm sure there's things I do that they don't get either.

This is also a big reason I'm very choosey with the fandoms I interact in. Others sometimes jump on you for liking or disliking a certain character so hard it's almost as if you came in their house and spat in their face.

[ssahotchnerr]

I don't know if you've seen the tiktoks like "the dad and the dog he didn't want" but I feel like that is so Aaron. Like Jack would beg and beg for a dog and Aaron eventually gives in if Jack promises he'll be solely responsible for it.

Smash cut to Aaron Hotchner, asleep on the couch, with the dog asleep on top of him.

i have and you are absolutely correct <3333!!!!!

jack has been wanting for a dog for ages, but aaron has always been a bit hesitant for several reasons: they live in an apartment, he's gone fairly often, jack is always going between theirs and jessica's, and aaron also really wants jack to understand the huge responsibility that comes along with having a dog.

so when you 🤭 enter the picture, you and jackers team up against aaron and begggg him to get a puppy 🥺 and how can he say no to his two favorite faces?!? so he reluctantly agrees <3

at first, aaron isn't like, involved per say. he lets jack and you pick out what kind of breed the puppy is, pick the name, lets the two of you choose all the fun toys and collar and bed and whatnot, and provides for such himself. but he's just happy that the two of you are happy 🥹 and he's not expecting to get too attached. his whole life, he's never had a dog, so why should it matter now?

but oh my goodness the second he lays eyes on your new family member??? surprise he's immediately attached😭 and well, because he's him, he never admits it out loud hehe <3

you find the puppy curled up on aaron's lap as he works on files? he just shrugs and says nothing- hehe he has a pen in one hand, and the other is giving it some pets <3333 if aaron has a free morning, he's taking the puppy out for a walk - his 'excuse' is that a walk will tire it out so it's not running around causing havoc in the apartment- and you're just like mhm okay 🤭 yup that's the reason. the two of you run to the store? aaron's picking out the doggo some new treats because "they're healthy". again, he's just too stubborn to admit that your newest family member has managed to make it's way into his heart and he never knew how much he needed a dog.

and AH the couch naps 🥹 the two of them are inseparable. hehe and of course you have to tease aaron over his new napping buddy and say something like "oh so you've replaced me?" and he's just >:| no. and jack gets all >:( that his daddy is always hogging the doggo and he has to share.

just <3333333333 an attractive man and a puppy?!?! it doesn't get better than that 🥰

[phone-kisser]

one time (like yesterday) I was playing dsaf in class cuz I thought my friend's gf would like it. my friend was super tired so they kept yapping and I was subjected to the horrors of the following

"Does [Steven] go kaplowey if he goes in the water?"

"All the phone guys should have board meetings where they meet up and go mwa mwa mwa"

"Are the numbers [Steven's] eyes or teeth?"

and much more

i did ask doggo the kaplowey one

never playing DT with that friend. . .

This is insane

Reminds me of the conversations I have with my brother when I play these games,,,,

[gentleoverdrive]

[September/1 of 3] Just... really tired.

I guess it only took 1 moderately shitty month to finally break me, but it happened. August started with my toilets needing to be replaced and it ended with my most beautiful boi passing away and one of the people who have provided me with a roof many, many times during my stays in Texas needing surgery or they might die. Well, no: My August actually ended with some careless dipshit t-boning us while he was busy staring at his fucking cellphones. Yes, the wife and I both are physically OK, but I must confess: I feel like such a lightweight, depressed coward right now.    All my big talk in the past about walking tall and trying to be better in general, of “being there” for people, but I let 6 or 7 things go wrong in a month and I'm ready to throw the fucking towel. I've spent all of last weekend and most of this week so far staring at the ceiling of our room (got the week off work due to the accident) and realizing how powerless I feel.     And I tried to fight back against the hopelessness, cheese fucking knows I tried. Writing. Composing. Shit, I even tried to proofread something that was due in the editorial job, but I couldn't do it. My therapist thinks the t-boning accident might have given me PTSD, but honestly, I think I felt much more overwhelmed and in despair when my doggo passed away and I drove like 90 minutes to give him a proper burial (he passed away peacefully, surrounded by us, his partner & daughter, thanks to the vet and her medication plus a small procedure to relieve him of some of his pain due to gases).    I've jokingly mentioned to some of my online friends that I am so glad that August is over... but honestly? I don't fucking know what to make of myself after the dust settled and I had gotten discharged from the hospital on Friday (the accident happened on Thursday morning).    I wasn't even seriously wounded! All that happened was a shard of glass had gotten superficially lodged into my right knee. They took the glass out in like 10 seconds and gave me like 3 stitches and I was fine. I didn't even require anesthesia. My wife got a slight cut on her forehead. The doctor even jokingly said that I'm just "built different". Neither of the X-Rays showed anything.    But I'm still writing this whole thing and just... overwhelmed by grief, sadness and I don't know what the fuck else. Is it because of my dog, for my relative prepared to go under the knife, or is it for the stupid things that needed to get fixed around my house? Or is it just an accumulation of decades of telling myself "It's probably fine" and just... never getting around to addressing that whole noise?    And... yeah, there you go. Around 500 words about an old man having a big sad. Toodles. 

[margowritesthings]

The Long Night

pairing: modern day!Arthur Morgan x Reader word count: 914 words warnings: sick doggo, anxiety, vet waiting room authors note: I wrote this last week when my love @cowboydisaster was in the vets with her doggo Moose, but I've found myself reading it for comfort so I thought y'all might wanna read it too <3 it's just a lil comfort drabble, but I think it's kinda cute

taglist: @cowboydisaster @inkandbloodbound @counteveryfreckle @elifsukirdaghehe @reaveries @delilah-grimes @mrsarthurmorgan7 @twola @photo1030

You don’t know what time it is, can’t bring yourself to check your phone and see his little smiling face staring back at you from your wallpaper screen. Arthur is running his thumb over your knuckles softly, while you grip onto him as hard as you can. He’s your lifeline, your tether to the Earth right now and you can’t let go lest you fall off. The crook of Arthur’s neck fits your head perfectly, his muscular shoulder the perfect pillow in amongst possibly the least comfortable room you’ve ever had the displeasure of sitting in. His light blue shirt has little pools of a darker shade where your tears have fallen and clung to the cotton. 

You tired eyes scan over the posters on the wall opposite you, seeing adverts for tick treatments and infographics on spaying and neutering. You and Arthur are the only two in the waiting room, as they said you could wait here until Moose was ready to be collected, so the silence is agonising. You focus hard on the sensation of his calloused thumb pad running over your softer skin, trying to keep your mind on Arthur as to not let it wander. It’s hard, not thinking of all the things that could be going wrong right now.

“He’ll be okay. Everything’s gonna be alright.” Arthur whispers, as if he has a map to exactly where your mind is right now. You exhale deeply through your nose, not enjoying how clinical everything smells whenever you try to inhale to calm yourself down. 

“I know. I just miss him. Time goes so much slower when you’re in a waiting room…” you sigh, nuzzling more into Arthur’s side. You want to melt into him, want to shut your eyes and be back in your home with your boys, but you have to wait for one of them to come back from theatre. 

“Lil’ man’s strong, darlin’. You raised him strong, and you did right by him. He’s gonna be fine.” 

You’ll never understand how Arthur always knows just what to say. The worry swirling around in your mind that this is somehow your fault dies a little with each of your husband’s words. You did right by him. He’s gonna be fine. 

“You think we did the right thing? He’s so small, I just don’t-“

“I know we did. You always do right by him. Hell, I ain’t ever seen you drive like that to get him here on time… you’re his momma, darlin’, of course you did right by him.” 

There isn’t anything on this Earth but your lil guy in your arms that could possibly make you feel better, but somehow Arthur manages, just a little bit. You laugh weakly, shaking your head slightly.

“I did nearly run that poor old woman over, didn’t I?”

“I think I saw her get back up, should be alright.” He jokes, glancing down at you to witness the very first smile of the night creeping across your lips. You nudge Arthur in the side gently, just so grateful to have him. You’re about to attempt a witty comeback, but are interrupted (thank god, as you're sure reminding him of the time he ran John over on his own driveway wasn’t going to win this argument for you) by a nurse entering the room. In unison, you and Arthur stand, grasping each other's hand tightly. 

“Moose Morgan?” She asks, despite you two being the only people in the room. You nod, feeling your heart pounding in your chest and your knees shake with pure anxiety. It’s only after a few seconds do you notice the smile adorning her tired face, “Everything went well. He’s awake. A little drowsy, but awake. Do you wanna see him?”

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“Hey, little Moose!” Arthur speaks in a hushed voice, not wanting to disrupt the peace of the room. Moose perks up, peering out of his tiny cone to find the origin of the noise. He loves Arthur, has done since the day you first brought him home to ‘meet the kids’ (your dogs and horses), and it shows by the way his tail wags at the very sound of his dad’s voice, “How you doin’, buddy? We missed ya’.”

Words fail you when you finally lay eyes on him, his fluffy little body all curled up in a blanket. He sits up when he sees you, so very excited to see his momma that he lets out a little yip. Tears pool in the corners of your eyes as you kneel down to him, lifting the blanket up and him with it. It takes a second of manoeuvring around the cone, but you managed to place a soft kiss on Moose’s head. He tries to return the gesture, but his tiny tongue won’t reach past his new outfit. You giggle, holding him close to you.

“It’s okay, baby. I’ve got you- Momma’s got you.” 

Arthur wraps an arm around your shoulder, rubbing up and down your arm softly. He glances out of the window of the clinic, suddenly struck with the best idea when he realises the sun is rising. 

“Hey, how ‘bout we go get you both a treat? Starbucks should be open soon, and I think this calls for one of them pup cup things. Whatchu’ think?”

Moose yips, apparently already feeling much improved. 

“I think Moose has spoken.”

Arthur chuckles, reaching to scratch behind the little dog’s ear,

“Right you are, boss man.”