#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...

[orangestapler]

Usually when I’m playing in the house with my dog, he gets tired before I do. When he’s at his limit he will go lie on the couch and I will give him the toy we were just playing with to signify that I understand that play is over and now we can cuddle a bit.

Anyway today I had just been out and I got tired before him. I sat down for a second just for a rest and then he came and gave me his toy and sat next to me for pets. Like never have I ever felt so loved I think I’ve peaked

[chibifox2002]

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

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

[modcroissant]

Astro's Universe, Shelly's Exhibit, Sprout's Restaurant and Vee's Stage dialogues; Lobby Shop

Buying a Toon:

Themselves - "...Huh?" "Haha! That's uh... Awkward!" "...Explain yourself." "Excuse me?"

Boxten - "Boxten is a kind toon... Take care of him will you?" "Boxten is such a good listener! I really wish him well in your hands!" "Boxten aye? Help him out with baking lessons there, he's gonna need it." "One of my biggest fans! Hope you don't sweep him off of his feet."

Brightney - "Ah! Brightney is sure to be a guidelight for you, figuratively and literally.." "Ooohhh I heard she's hosting a book club! I wonder if I could join!" "Nice choice, careful though; she's one to likely attract eyes more often." "My favorite contestant! Take care of her while I'm busy will you?"

Connie - "I'll admit I'm a little afraid of her eavesdropping..." "Spooky right? I promise she's a nice toon though!" "Be sure to keep an eye on her so she doesn't scare the customers away." "Connie? Alright then."

Cosmo - "Cosmo is one sweet toon but even I get a little confused by his dreams..." "Cosmo! Oh he's so sweet! I hope he shares some of his cookies later!" "Oh hey! That's my side-chef! You better take good care of him." "Aye Cosmo? Not bad of a choice."

Dandy - "Dandy is my best friend so... Please keep a good eye on him.." "Oh Dandy! He's one really nice toon! Though he does get angry kinda easily..." "Dandy? Sure I guess." "...Really? HIM?"

Flutter - "Her dreams are pretty interesting..." "Flutter may be quiet but she's one helpful toon!" "She kinda has trouble moving trays to tables so, mind helping her out?" "Flutter is a nice choice."

Finn - "Finn... I'll admit, his rants are actually nice to listen to." "Finn! Oh I can't WAIT to hear more about marine life from him!" "We try not to get him to serve trays as he might get them wet so he's often behind counters." "Finn? Remind him to keep a distance from me please."

Gigi - "I try to warn her multiple times not to take items for herself.. Greed will not always result in good outcomes." "I'm.. Still questioning about what she meant..." "*Sigh*... Be sure she doesn't steal food from the plates." "Keep a close eye on her, alright?"

Goob - "Goob's hugs are always so comforting..." "You ever feel down? Go to Goob! He is sure to brighten your day with a sweet hug!" "Goob is a little clumsy I'll admit but I'll be lying if I said he isn't helpful." "Goob aye? You like hugs then."

Glisten - "Glisten's dreams are little extra to say the least..." "What a fashionista! He seems to know how to be fashionable in fossil hunting!" "He's usually the reason most even comes to this place, we had later restricted him to be VIP service only." "Glisten hm? Hope you get used to his tactics of 'perfection' there."

Looey - "Looey is a funny toon to be around... Though his acts tends to get a little overwhelming.." "What a fun toon! I LOVE watching his acts!" "Mind telling him not to get hurt for me? He worries just about everyone..." "Looey? Ah, one of my side performers. A funny one at that too."

Pebble - "Pebble! Please take good care of him for Dandy and I!" "Hey it's Pebble! I hope to see that little doggo work!" "Please try and not feed him too much treats, last time we had to close early." "Pebble is a little troublemaker in my shows but he is a good dog."

Poppy - "I often see her scurry off a lot, she is one determined toon and I respect her for that.." "Poppy! She might be timid in appearance but she's one STRONG bubble!" "Poppy is one good service, always delivering trays early then most." "Lucky but not always lucky, you'll have to keep that in mind."

RnD - "The two are kind toons.. Especially Dazzle, I hope Razzle isn't getting tired of me though.." "Those two are something! I sometimes wonder if Dazzle ever listens to my dinosaur facts though..." "They're a little tricky to handle, but overtime we made it work." "Razzle always seems to make up the most random answers ever... And somehow win anyway, Dazzle is as confused as I am."

Rodger - "A little nosy.. but I understand his curiousity.." "He's kinda scary to me? Always asking how I feel about... Nevermind." "Please don't try answering his questions about me, seriously, don't." "He's not one to compete in my shows but he's there if Toodles is there."

Scraps - "Her dreams are rather off sometimes.." "Scraps really knows how to get out of trouble quick! But if that's so, why is she slow?" "I... Wasn't sure about her role but she ended up being a backup waitress." "Oh... Scraps..."

Shrimpo - "...Shrimpo?" "Huh? Oh- alright!" "Why?" "...Suit yourself."

Teagan - "Her tea parties are calming.. I often visit whenever I'm down..." "Teagan may not always go fossil hunting but she's such a nice toon! I recommend going to her tea parties!" "Teagan? Sure." "She's mostly off to the sidelines but she does come by because of Toodles every now and then."

Tisha - "Tisha is so hardworking... She worries me a lot.." "Tisha is one dedicated cleaner! Always helping me clean fossils after they were found! I can never thank her enough...!" "She's one of the best janitors here, always leaving no stains or dust behind." "...Tisha?"

Toodles - "A young toon with big dreams... I wish her the best of luck.." "Despite her small size, she's so determined to find ways to help out!" "She sometimes snatched some cookies, I'm guessing she got that influence from Gigi." "One of the most common contestants, sure it gets boring seeing the same contestant over and over again but she looks happy and that's all it matters."

[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

[paulinet]

Would you consider making a continuation to your headcanons about MedPoc having a feelings for someone? Perhaps with how they'd "confess" (if they would ever outright tell y/n 😪) along with how Medicine Pocket would act in a relationship :3

Retribution shot

Part 1; part 2.

Warning: comfort, evasion, nervousness, profanity, denial/hurt, ooc Medicine Pocket, ooc X, relatively gn reader, Medicine Pocket - they/them.

Word count: 2000≈

From the author: it was complicated. No kidding. Medicine Pocket is kind of like that "guess what I'll throw out" type of character. I have at least more than 3 ideas lying around for the gn reader, including headcanons about how Medicine Pocket would behave in a relationship, so that's not all.

I'm trying in gn reader, but it's very difficult for me, so I'm sorry if sometimes the strong bias will be towards the feminine. It's easier for me. I will most likely lean into a female reader in future writings.

I also don't know how to write dialog. I'm a tired, but it came out well. I'd publish a sequel anyway.

And English isn't my first language.

Enjoy reading!

Chances are, you won't even know they're confessing their love to you, because they're not.

They do it in such an indirect and aloof way that you might think you are a little less annoying to them than others. But there's nothing wrong with that, after all Doggo aren't savages (only to their own people) and they have friends, so it's hard to draw any conclusions here.

Actions aimed at least some outpouring of feelings for you are chaotic and indirect. They withdraw and spend a lot of time working, or they spend almost all of their free time trying to have a moment with you.

It's hard to understand the line of thinking.

When Medicine Pocket emotions run high, they swear more. Their vocabulary is vast, but it slips more often when they feel they're at their limit.

But they're rude in a way that seems so much gentler. As a joke, you know? That's the first thing you notice.

"Medicine Pocket, you okay? Your flask is smoking."

"I fucking see. That's the way it's supposed to be, it's just overdosed on goddamn copper."

"...The bottom's cracking."

"Why, you wanna hold it? I doubt your delicate hands can handle-."

"Watch out!"

All their actions are very "invisible" to them, to you, to others, but the most attentive will notice that something is wrong. For example, X. (Yes, I also believe that he will be indirectly involved in this).

For X, it would be like another Goldberg machine, only more complicated. And that's what he wants to see!

How Medicine Pocket do a bunch of different things, like tell you more about yourself or share new discoveries, just to come to a simple and open action and tell you "I love you".

Well, and the Laplace is very boring lately, so the boy is looking for something to amuse himself.

"Medicine Pocket, are you planning to call y/n over and go get those Laplace-derived biological materials together?"

"Who cares? It takes two minutes to get them, why do I need y/n?"

"That's very good to hear, because I've asked them to help with my new experiment at this time."

"... So?"

"Thought it would be really nice if they helped me more often."

"And have you tried helping them with their work? Like they have time for you."

"Oh, do you know their schedules so good?"

"What the fuck are you getting at? It's not that secret, even kids can memorize it."

"That's great. So my conclusions are correct. I know everything, Medicine Pocket."

"What do you know? That you're an idiot for asking such questions?"

"I've known everything for a long time, Medicine Pocket."

"..."

"... You little asshole."

It's over. This is crossing all boundaries. Medicine mind blows and they brain starts brainstorming, and that's only just X. And the researcher could imagine how ambiguous he'd be talking to you about it. Not just you.

Why do they need everyone around them to know about their crush but you?

Now they are backed into a corner and left with no signposts to choose from, only one single choice: confess. And they stubbornly hit the "re-save" or "exit" button. Because confession was not in their immediate future. AT ALL.

After this conversation with X, they have a panic attack, though they won't admit it. They keep working, but it's more as if they're looking through their fingers and making monotonous motions. And that pisses them off, too. And the best solution comes to mind - get away from work to get some fresh air. Somewhere to let out the energy and just calm down.

Even as they walk through Laplace's corridors, their thoughts do not let them go. The dominant thought is of anger at X. Should he have pushed them to the edge of the cliff?

Confess? That's... That's not part of they plan. You don't make fantastic gestures to them about how much you love them and want to go out with them. Why should they have to do absolutely everything to win this relationship? Isn't 50/50 usually what a relationship needs?.. Or are they confused about something?

They are hopeless in a relationship because there was no relationship.

But... keep quiet? Keep quiet, pretend the conversation with X didn't happen, pretend he doesn't know about Pocket feelings, and go on with life as usual? X is their friend, of course, and not a rat or a bastard who would interfere in any of this, but they're sure he'll sniff out the information discreetly out of curiosity. Do they need more trouble?

So they just go to their training field where they can shamelessly blow off steam and engage in various activities: running, jumping, biting toys, etc. It doesn't take long really, and behold - they're already on the edge of their spirit. They've really let it all out.

Their carcass fall to the ground with a clatter, Medicine breathe loudly and sprawls in a starfish pose on the sand. At least their head are clean now, and they can close their eyes and lie in the dust, dirt, and tiredness.

If it worked that way.

"Medicine Pocket?"

When your voice, loud enough, reaches their ears, the thought occurs that they are imagining it. Oh, come on, it's not true.

"Sleeping? X said you haven't been feeling well lately," you continue, not even realizing what is going on in someone else's head right now. The researchers aren't ready to meet you right now. They can imagine them ghosting you away with whatever they can, like a pesky butterfly you don't really want to chase off.

Just when they think things have normalized, your presence turns everything upside down. They feel bad and good all at once. Bad - because X is an asshole for sending you here, and good - because you came and worrying about them.

So the explorers decide to pretend to be asleep. No, they don't have the strength or courage to confess right now (as if they would). And guess what, they'd rather have a heart attack than get up and confess.

"Are you asleep already? You don't usually get tired that fast," you sit down next to them, or rather behind their heads, so that you can see their lithe bodies upside down. Even in dust, dirt and sweat, they are still attractive. Is it possible to be like that? Maybe it's just that the sun is too bright today and the wind is so cool that it makes your hands shiver?

You reach for their blond hair. Slightly damp with sweat, still soft. There's a type of person who grows gorgeous hair even without maintenance, while others spend half their paycheck on it and still get straw. Whether it's side effects from all those drugs and medications they're experiencing on themselves is unknown. You comb they quiff lightly with your hand and pass it between your fingers.

Such a routine action for you and a heart attack for Medicine Pocket. Seriously, stop. If they die here on this earth from all this romance crap, it will be the most miserable death ever. Considering how often you've done it out of self-interest lately.

And despite this, not a single muscle in their bodies moved.

"X sent me to follow you and get some fresh air. So I pushed things back for another half hour. Or an hour," they're almost ready to smile. You always make time for them, and they are so happy! But the mention of X neutralizes that happiness by wanting to bite him off something so he doesn't stick his nose in other people's businesses.

"You need more rest. The bags under your eyes look like you haven't slept in decades," for days on end, they are distracted by everything they can to avoid thinking about it all and arousing the suspicion of others. A very easy mission on the face of it, but to see the details, you have to hold the microscope close.

You remain silent for a while, before considering what to do next. If Medicine Pocket are asleep, you don't want to wake them up right now, let them rest. Sitting here in silence is more than comfortable.

But things... You've put them off so many times already. You're a slacker.

Then...

Then you decide to take a bold step that you would never have allowed yourself if you hadn't been sure of your suspicions for the past couple of weeks. A little mischief, and you can hop off to work.

Medicine is breathing evenly, blood humming in they ears and the shadows above them blocking out the sun's rays. That combination knocks it down even more, especially the silence for a few minutes now. Will you leave? Will you stay? This is the only time they would prefer the first option.

And before they can come up with several escape plans, ranging from sudden sleepwalkers to death (after all, the situation was tense), they freeze and lose what remains of their composure.

Because they feel your hot lips on their cold forehead.

Just a few seconds. Those tiny seconds are enough time to rethink all the plans and throw them in the trash. Medicine opened her eyes in shock to see your calm face, which immediately becomes agitated.

You don't have time to pull away, clenched by your own shock, before they abruptly waking up, sit down, turn their whole bodies toward you, and grab you by the shoulders with gloves covered in dust and dirt. Not hard, but enough to hold you in place.

"Why you did it," their voices are clear and even, with a touch of hoarseness after the long silence.

"What? Medicine, you-"

"Why. You. Did it." more clearly now, loudly, but brokenly.

They freeze.

And they're looking right into your eyes with a kind of hope. The hope is that you did so not out of an impulse that they're cute or whatever, but out of an impulse of the same kind of crush. And while your shock wears off, their fingers dig into your shoulders. It doesn't hurt, but you feel every emotion that stuns their bodies.

They are simultaneously scared, excited, and hoping for a positive answer. They're really scared. Why the fuck would you make such a big deal out of nothing? What do you mean by that? That they're just cute and that's why you can kiss them on the forehead? That's bullshit.

Yes, this simple act breaks down all their already tenuous walls and makes them demand answers here and now.

Because then it might be too late. And when can they catch the moment?

The grip on your shoulders remains as strong as ever, and it's worth realizing that there's no escape. They won't let go without answers.

"..." you're silent, gazing into the yellow ripples in their eyes. Everything is purposely frozen, like in those romantic movies. How cliché, right?

You clench your hands, casually grab the fabric of your clothes, and inhale the cold air through your nose.

What else is there to say in that situation? Why deny it if the truth is going to come out one day anyway? Especially when you have felt and seen that you are not a "friend" to them for quite some time. And the instant reaction to such a small gesture makes the situation weird, if not confirming.

"I love you."

And you both don't say a word. That's the first time you've ever seen that look on Medicine Pocket face.

Shocked. Inspired, stunned by your words, as if you were someone intangible, they continued to squeeze your shoulders with their fingers. Their mouth opened slightly, and they abruptly took a deep breath.

"You really mean it."

"Who says words like that for nothing?" you say on automatic, frowning slightly.

Medicine Pocket can hear their heart beating. The way it thumps against their chest and pumps blood painfully, as if they've been having heart trouble for a long time. The fatigue is so damn strong for some reason, the muscles are breaking a little. The sweat made the explorer freeze, the wind enveloping the unprotected areas of their bodies with clothing.

"Damn it, you're serious," they lower their heads and take a steadying breath. Their voice is tired, and so hoarse, like they have a chronic cough and haven't been treated for a long time. How annoying is this condition.

They're happy. Excited.

You look at the reaction to the confession with confusion, and you don't know how to interpret it. Do their feelings for you have nothing to do with what you've been noticing? Are you wrong? Or are they nonetheless...

"If you don't feel anything in return, it's okay-" you began, but Pocket raised his head in surprise and interrupted you.

"You're nothing... Oh, you.... You'd know how much I've been through!" Medicine Pocket huffed loudly, gritting his teeth and shaking his head.

Their brows furrowed, their yellow eyes burning in venomous fire, they pressed their lips together. I swear you're looking at a resentful, betrayed puppy. The only thing missing was the drooping ears and tail.

"You're not lying?"

"Do you think it's my hobby to trick people into feeling that way?"

"That's not what I meant."

"I know. I love you. Really."

You say the coveted phrase again, more insistently. You need to know what Medicine Pocket thinks about it. Let them move their tongue instead of sitting around accusing you of something.

Now the researcher are sulking.

They're finally taking a desperate step or they'll go crazy.

Their hands, like a silk ribbon, move weightlessly and lightly to your cheeks. They dusty and dry dirt, cold but gentle. Their fingers sweep strands of your hair away from your face and yield forward slightly to your surprised gaze.

And their lips gently touch yours.

Ineptly, apparently for the first time, they savor your lips, not caring at all how bad they look from the outside. Their hands squeeze your warming cheeks, keeping your head back and guiding you closer to them. How lucky it is that no one can see this right now.

And their heart is beating an even faster rhythm.

You place your palms on their wrists, hold them, and pull away with difficulty for a deep sigh. Medicine Pocket open their eyes and stare at you with rapt attention, not even thinking about letting go.

And they kiss you again, more freely and without thinking, not shy and looking directly into your eyes. They move closer, take a deep breath.

And kiss again.

And another. And more.

Until the kisses turn to joy, to simply pressing their face against yours. The excited smile doesn't leave their faces, and soon you're laughing in their wake, falling lightly to the dusty, dry ground.

"All right, all right, that's enough for the first time!" you accept defeat and just press your forehead against theirs as they put their arms around the your neck and throw half their body over you. Medicine look at you blankly, in one spot, and don't stop smiling.

They worried too much. How foolish. All their thoughts confirmed, all the irrefutable evidence in front of them. Isn't that a blessing?

"There was no stop command, darling," Medicine said with a toothy grin.

"Now I have to re-train you? Isn't that too much you to ask now?" typical socializing with them in such a joyous setting.

"Enough to get back at you for all the times I've suffered," they whined, and dramatically closed their eyes and put a hand to their still aching hearts. It's calmed down a little, but put your hand to their chest and you can tell without a doctor's examination that it's fast to the point of insanity.

You laugh, placing your hands on their shoulders. They're finally relaxed. You could even see from afar, as you walked, that they were tense even in their "sleep."

"I was expecting something more romantic," you admit, though deep down you realize that biochemist and romance go down completely different paths.

"Mm-hmm, yeah? And what's that? Dinner on the Eiffel Tower and a moonlit confession?" Medicine Pocket makes theyself comfortable, resting their chin on your shoulder. You could swear there's a tail behind their lab coat.

"Well, certainly not in the dirt and dust."

"This is my typical habitat, you'll have to put up with it. It'll be easy. You love me, don't you?"

"Yes?" you're ordering eyes, but decide to take the initiative and kiss them briefly on the corner of the lips. "I don't hide it."

HOW HARD IT WAS- ahem. It's really hard to write something like that to be honest, I don't want to be trite. I also pay a lot of attention to detail, so if there's anything that's overly focused on, that's my bzz.

I've enjoyed working on this. I'll try to write something else once I've digested everything above.

Thanks for reading!

[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 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 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

[citrine-elephant]

imagine....

.... leon s kennedy, but he's a fucking mean ass bitch when he's tired.

don't get me wrong, good boy golden retriever leon is great, sleepy ol' doggo on your lap and all

but you need to envision re6 leon with his hair disheveled. his beard unkempt and messy. eyes wild and feral, yet glazed over and lagging.

the kind of motherfucker you'd see at 4 am at the convenient store who's face just screams "i will stab you, i have 14 knives in my back pocket alone, and the 36 others will love being inside of your face"

sleep deprived leon s kennedy, being so fucking nasty to someone because he wants a nap so bad. and it's just real catty because he's both trying to be funny, and is also extremely annoyed. so the first thing out of his mouth is probably telling the poor bastard who asked him a question to get out of their stupid pants, or something. except... like mean.

maybe he just breaks his stride to the bed he so desperately craves to grab a mfer by the shoulders, scream as loud as he can, and then continue his mission for bedtime blankie snuggles.

[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.

[babybearnation]

Golden retriever hybrid Mick x reader x hybrid Callum and Marcus

honestly, one of my fave trios. also, i'm assuming you wanted all three boys to be hybrids so i chose random for callum/marcus, hope that's okay!

golden retriever hybrid!mick schumacher x gn!reader x maine coon hybrid!callum ilott x gray fox hybrid!marcus armstrong

you've got a cuddly, clingy, affectionate trio here to deal with and oh boy, they will not let you forget it

mick is always down to curl up in someone's lap, even though he's not an actual dog, and he can easily, happily fall asleep like it (and he often does!)

callum can always be found cuddled up to someone's back, his arms looped around their waist and his head on their shoulder - he usually ends up with his eyes closed as a dopey smile fills his face

marcus is a bit less cuddly but he will sometimes sprawl out over your lap(s) and doze off, peacefully relaxing against whoever it is that's supporting him

chaos. pure and utter chaos. mick tries to prevent it but nine times out of ten, his doggo nature wins over and he ends up joining in

whether its callum convincing the other two to have a water fight or marcus convincing the other two to eat your snacks/leftovers or even mick convincing the other two to make a cozy fort out of all of your clothes, something chaotic is bound to happen when the three of them are left alone together

when it comes to water fights, it usually starts when marcus or mick go and shower/bath and callum ends up wanting to play - the bathroom will end up being totally flooded and a probably dripping wet callum will end up looking down at the ground miserably as he apologies to you

marcus cannot help his big appetite and sometimes he has eyes bigger than his stomach so he'll open and eat a bunch of stuff before realising what he's done, prompting him to drag callum & mick in to finish it - despite how often it happens, they never figure out that its yours until you call for marcus to come and explain himself (which he does with very droopy fox ears)

mick knows how much mess he can create but he loves the feeling and smell of your clothes so much and he just wants to be warm and cozy so he always turns to your clothes for comfort which prompts him to make a fort that he drags callum & marcus into and the three of them stay there until you find them (mick will cry if you get too upset so you never do because you're never actually that mad)

mick has a licking problem, callum has a hitting problem and marcus has a biting problem

mick tries to control his excitement but sometimes that innate golden retrieverness within him breaks through and he ends up licking someone but no one really minds so he doesn't stop or get upset with himself

callum is a cat, so of course he likes to beg for attention and then walk off, but sometimes, when trying to get this attention, he hits way too hard and way too often - you love him but you're tired of getting bruises from him

marcus fully knows what he's doing when he bites you - he's a little shit, after all - but because you know he wants a reaction, neither of you will give it to him which will cause him to pout and bury himself into one corner of the couch until someone (usually mick) goes over and cuddles him

mick sometimes gets nightmares and will bark or whimper in his sleep, usually waking one of you up in the process - whoever is awake will have to wake him up and give him a glass of water and a small snack so he can comfortably curl up in bed and sleep again

callum purrs in his sleep nonstop and he often wakes up with a slightly sore throat because of it but, if one of you can't sleep, his noises are a sweet, soothing background noise

marcus doesn't make any noises when he sleeps but if he's woken up suddenly, he'll yip as he bolts upright, his ears alert as he looks around to see what the issue is

these three are always down to kiss you and each other - in public or in private, none of them care enough to hide their love. why should they??

you and mick go to indycar races to cheer on marcus & callum, and you, marcus & callum will go to wec races to support mick

you try and survive throughout the 24 hours of le mans but even with marcus' boundless energy, the full 24 hrs are impossible - you take naps literally whenever you can (aka during the safety car)

marcus, callum & mick will show up to support you with anything you do because you dedicate so much love and time to them and they want to give you that love & time back

callum & marcus will sometimes get into petty squabbles which can turn pretty sour and spiteful sometimes

if mick is there, he'll step in, trying to be the voice of reason and usually making it worse, but if you step in, they'll get so ashamed and embarrassed with themselves for arguing

you four will have to buy a house that has a huge bathroom because they love showering/bathing with you and trying to fit 3 overgrown hybrids into one shower or bath plus you? yeah, no, it's not happenin'

these three are just one big cuddle puddle of love always waiting to snuggle up to you or each other, tbh

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[maranull]

HELLO MARAAAAAA!

If you're still doing them, do you have any head canons as to what kind of pets the Elden Ring crew would have? And if so, how do they spend time with them?

HELLO!!

Still doing them, I just rarely think about Elden Ring on my own anymore (aside from Meli, I always think about Meli). Asks are always helpful in getting my butt to think and write for them more so ty!!

~

Melina

She would have a medium to large mixed dog. Just a puppy she found on the road one day and it stayed with her for the years to come. I think Meli walks a ton, so most of their time together is long walks and occasionally trying to tire each other out. Like, Meli might just go into a sprint, or the dog grabbing something that she doesn't know its safe or not and running away from her. Stuff like that.

Ranni

A maltese dog and a white persian cat cause girly is nothing if not loyal to a theme. Time together would be mostly just sleeping tbh. Occasional walks with the dog, but she'd mostly leave the... caring for parts of having a pet to Blaidd. Not that she wouldn't do them if he wasn't around, but it's easier to just let him do her job for her.

Polyanna

A pomeranian mix. They are doing everything together. Reading? Miss doggo will very carefully observe the shapes on the page for as long as Poly does (or until she falls asleep on Poly's lap). When on long walks she flops down on Poly's shoulder and takes a rest there. On walks with auntie (Meli), she would also rest on top of Meli's dog as they all continue their walk. Malenia always claims that's a bird in a dog's body and Poly hasn't found sufficient arguments against that :P

[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😤

[raxacoricofallapatorius42]

Random Monty Python-related images that I have saved on my phone 2: ELECTRICAL BOOGALOO

Graham doing cards (as you can see, he is VERY much focussed whilst at the same time is giving a very sleepy yet dreamy face 🥱)

Graham and John as part of the writing team for the show “Doctor in the House”. Gray looking smart and sexy as always, and John wearing Glasses 👓 is SURREAL LIKE OMG

DAAAAAMMMMNNNNN BOOOOOOOYYYYY

EARLY 1970s GROUP SELFIE TTIIIIIIIMMMMMMEEEEEEE (Jonesy’s holding the phone/camera btw)

Carol with a doggo 🐶 <33 (it is very cute <33)

(*RING RING 📞☎️* *RING RING 📞☎️* *in telephone voice* “hello this is your local 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿🏍️BIKER BAD BOY Welshman🏍️🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿 speaking, how may I help you?”)

WINK 😉😁

Mikey (middle) with his costars, Phoebe Nicholls (on the left) and Maggie Smith (on the right), presumably either a cute bts pic or press photo for the film “The Missionary” (1982)

Carol going “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE 😄😄😄😄😄😄” (honestly that is some skill stretching your legs whilst simultaneously riding a bike 🚲 frfr IM PROUD OF HER FRFR AHHHH-)

well he-LLO THERE MISTER 😏😏😏🤩🤩😍😍

Jonesy with his kids, Sally (left) and Bill (right), honestly how adorable 🥰🥰🥰🥹🥹🥹<33

😐

(It’s giving “Prisoner of War” vibes ngl)

Gray, Mikey, Eric, & Jonesy reading the fanfiction we (the MP fans) write about them be like :

Gray looks so tired and fed up bruh (same bro….same…)

(also this whole picture is me frfr like they capture my internal feelings about taking pictures frfr like AAHAHHHANGSHSGHSG-)

Bro gonna punch you 👊😃😄 (albeit very softly cuz he cares about you <333)

Carol smoking a cigarette 🚬 got me like

DAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMNNNNN 😩😩😩🥰🥰🥰❤️❤️❤️❤️

Michael in Glasses 👓 >>>>>>>>>>>

😁

(This is giving “Best Photo taken by your Mum” vibes ngl)

Not a pic (but a gif) but Eric is fr serving here ngl like DAAAAAMMMNNN >>>>>>>

Brian & His 5 Disciple Pals! (budget cuts meant that 7 other Disciples could not appear in this photoshoot unfortunately)

ok uhh that’s it for today uhh gooooddddbbbyyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeee

(Carol & The Gang in the Shadows)

Thanks !!!!

1 🃏🃏🃏🃏 🥰🥰🥰

2 OMG John looks... young ?😳

3 DAMMMNNNN BOOOYYYY INDEEEEED

4 this smile. This fucking smile

5 so cute wity the colour-matching shirt ❤❤❤

6 Ooooooohhhh Hello hello hello BIKER BAD BOY WELSHMAN

7 *wink wink*(nudge nudge)

8❤❤❤❤ OMG I LOVE THIS PIC (honestly I LOVE Michael's style )

9 an athlete and an ICON LOVE HER

10 Hello hello again welshman bad boy (I think longer hair suited him better though)

11 how ADORABLE ❤❤❤🥰🥰

12 fr it's giving Major Errol Phipps from Ripping yarns

13 I LOVE THIS PIC BECAUSE MP GANG READING FLUIDE GLACIAL 🥰🥰🥰 AND MY BELOVED MARCEL GOTLIB 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰❤❤❤❤RAAAAAH (insert French pride 🇨🇵🇨🇵🇨🇵)

14 Fr he looks so tired (relatable)

15 I don't think he would actually punch me (you can't punch someone with that face )

16 she's giving Marlene Dietrich/old Hollywood movies vibes (GORGEOUS)

17 this is how I want my funerals to be

18 HAHAHA fr the old pic that everyone loves EXCEPT YOU

19 Daaammmmmnnn indeed. (I think we should kill people carrying more than 100 cigarettes ?)

20 the aptly named NOTAPPEARINGINTHISFILM DISCIPLES

21 they look like they're starting a prog-rock band fr

Thank you @yonderghostshistories !<333

[skeletwinsauaskbox]

So I've had this thought in my head for a while... Eh, screw it!

Skeletwins AU: Introverts or Extroverts?

Sans/Lento - Generally, he's an ambivert. He's certainly less extroverted than Presto. He enjoys his alone time. He's prone to overthinking and shutting himself away, particularly when he's upset. But on the other hand, he's very social and outgoing, especially when he's happy. He's chatty and doesn't mind being the centre of attention, which he often is at Grillby's. So yeah, ambivert.

Papyrus/Presto - He's a very socially awkward extrovert. Poor Papyrus, he just wants to have a lot of friends but he doesn't know how to make them. Though I think his extroversion is pretty obvious. His character arc is centered around his desire to make lots of friends, after all. He also hates being alone.

Undyne - Extrovert. She's the active and hotheaded leader of the Royal Guard, after all! She's a caring leader when it comes down to it.

Alphys - Introvert. She's Alphys! Social events tire her out. Whether it's because of her anxiety or because people tire her out is up for debate, though... Eh, I'm 99.99% sure she's an introvert.

Asgore - He's actually pretty tough, but I'm gonna go with extrovert here. It has been said that he likes to walk around and talk to people a lot, even doing silly things like dressing up as Santa at Gyftmas. And I'm kind of under the impression that maybe he doesn't like to be alone? Because if he's alone... He has to think about his sins...

Mettaton - Extrovert. Blatant extrovert. Come on.

Napstablook - They're both introverted and depressed. The two are different things.

Monster Kid - An extroverted kid who would talk to just about anyone, especially about Undyne.

Grillby - I can see Grillby as the type of guy who likes reading books in an armchair beside an open fire that he lit up himself, listening to rain sounds on the radio after a long day at work. But that's an introvert stereotype. Eh, whatever, he's an introvert.

Dogamy and Dogaressa - I think they're both extroverts, but in my AU, Dogaressa's just a little more outspoken than Dogamy is.

Doggo - Introvert. Most of the time, he just wants the twins to stop bothering him.

Lesser Dog and Greater Dog - They're both extroverts, but I can see Greater as more extroverted than Lesser is. Lesser would be more than happy to show off her art, though!

Jerry - He comes across as an ambivert to me. Like, he WANTS company... Sort of... Maybe... He's kind of hard to read.

Muffet - She's an extroverted spider lady who cares A LOT about her cause. She's not EVIL, per se... Though she does have a knack for traumatising people who don't buy her products. And maybe she kind of enjoys it a little too much... Huh.

Gerson - Hard to tell, but I'm leaning more towards introvert here. Sure, he's more than happy to share his stories, but he gives me more of a "reserved wise but forgetful old man" vibe here. The contemplative type, I could say.

(Spoilers for later on below)

Toriel - I don't know if she's introverted or just going through depression, but she's more reserved than Asgore is, so I'll put her as introvert.

Flowey/Asriel - Extrovert, believe it or not. Flowey's certainly extroverted in this AU, so Asriel was as well. Very emotional, though. Very emotional.

Frisk - They're very extroverted, actually. Again, I can't wait to write them. They're this little ball of chaos who loves goofy antics and has a twisted view of friendship. They're also pretty chatty in this AU, I might add.

Chara - They were an introvert, at least in this AU. They were reserved, only really talking to their family, would rather keep a low profile... No, misanthropy and introversion are not the same thing, though their misanthropy certainly helped... Kind of.