#raffy the dog

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"Hello, George, it's me again, and hello Jayden. Keeping my first question simple: is there anything you'd like to see more fan art of in DBD? I'd also love to make a key chain of Raffy and one for Luna to give to you at some point if that's ok."

[edwinspaynes]

George and Raffy ❤️🧡💛

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The gameo for Adele, in which this is suggested.

As suggested by George Rexstrew in one of his amazing Cameos: Charles and Edwin with Jayden’s and George’s dogs Luna and Raffy.

[lorastyrels]

Dead Boys with their real Dogs, Edwin with Raffy and Charles with Luna 🔍 🐶 ✨ A request from George Rexstrew himself

[theoutcastrogue]

Cartoon depictions of the homeless increasingly reflect the hostility of today’s political leaders toward people on the streets. We’ve gone from images of charming hobos with bindles to zombies taking over cities. If you consume any news at all, you’ve probably noticed that the United States is pathologically cruel to its homeless citizens. This May, the brutal killing of Jordan Neely—who was strangled to death, at the age of 30, simply because he was unhoused and shouting on the Manhattan subway—captured the national spotlight, but it was just one of many such cases of unprovoked violence. In January, two cops reportedly kidnapped a homeless man in Hialeah, Florida, drove him to an “isolated and dark location,” and beat him unconscious. That same month, art dealer Shannon Collier Gwin faced battery charges after he sprayed a homeless woman with a hose outside his San Francisco gallery, barking “Move! Move!” at her. (Predictably, Gwin got a lenient plea deal of just 35 hours of community service.) Elsewhere in the city, homeless San Franciscans have been attacked with chemical bear spray on at least eight occasions. Other assaults have been more impersonal but no less vicious. On July 14, the city of Houston abruptly closed its only public cooling center in the downtown area, potentially condemning anyone without shelter to suffer heatstroke in 90-degree weather. Among the property-owning class, the phenomenon of hostile architecture—sidewalks with spikes that stab anyone who tries to sleep, benches with iron bars, and the like—has become de rigueur. The widespread callousness and lack of compassion are both infuriating and hard to comprehend. How on Earth, we might ask, did things get this bad? [...]

Looking back at older cartoons, one of the things that stands out immediately is the absence of negative attitudes toward the homeless. In fact, during the Golden Age of animation, creators seemed to have had a real affinity for the poor and unhoused, often placing their most iconic characters in that role. There’s a wonderful 1948 Warner Bros. short called “Riff Raffy Daffy,” in which Daffy Duck is looking for a place to sleep—first on a park bench, then a trash can, and finally a furniture display in a shop window—and has to dodge the harassment of the police, as represented by Porky Pig in a little blue uniform. (Literally, the cop is a pig!) Or, in the 1950 cartoon “Homeless Hare,” Bugs Bunny’s rabbit hole is destroyed by a new construction project, leading him to unleash his usual slapstick mayhem against the developers until they put it back. In these cartoons, homelessness is something inflicted on people by outside forces—gentrification and the real estate business, in Bugs’ case—and something which can be successfully resisted. Even Disney cast a homeless dog as a romantic lead in 1955’s Lady and the Tramp, contrasting Lady’s sheltered naivety with Tramp’s superior knowledge of the world. The title invokes the memory of Charlie Chaplin’s “Tramp” films, which similarly brought dignity and humanity to the role of a homeless man. (Bugs Bunny, too, takes inspiration from Chaplin, and multiple Warner animators have drawn him as the Tramp.) In 1961, Hanna-Barbera’s profoundly underrated Top Cat followed the adventures of a gang of wisecracking Manhattan alley cats, who, like Daffy, are always outwitting a meddling policeman. At worst, classic cartoons may trivialize the suffering and danger associated with homelessness—there’s a certain recurring image of the carefree hobo carrying a bindle, which paints the whole subject in a romanticized light—but the homeless themselves are rarely disparaged or made the butt of the joke. Quite the opposite. 

It took a few years, but cartoons caught up to the Reaganite turn. In episodes from the ’90s and early 2000s, there’s a palpable shift in the way homeless characters appear compared to earlier decades. The perspective is different: we’re now seeing them through the eyes of comfortably housed characters, rather than their own. Often they don’t even get proper names. [...] This trajectory leads us, perhaps inevitably, to SpongeBob SquarePants. [..] Squidward gets accused of stealing a dime by his comically greedy boss, Mr. Krabs, and quits his job in a fit of outrage. We then flash forward to see Squidward, now bedraggled and unshaven, living in a cardboard box on the street and begging for change. [...] Mercifully, the ever-cheerful SpongeBob gives Squidward a place to stay—but the moment he’s safely off the street, Squidward turns from a sympathetic victim of circumstance into a lazy, entitled freeloader, straight out of a Reagan speech. He makes no effort to find work and loafs around SpongeBob’s house for ages. [...] Eventually, an exasperated SpongeBob writes “GET A JOB” in his alphabet soup, before shoving him (bed and all) back to work at the Krusty Krab. [...] Worst of all, though, the episode suggests that homelessness can be solved on an individual basis if the people in question simply stop being lazy and “GET A JOB.” This is the biggest myth of all. In 2021, a statistical analysis by the University of Chicago found that 53 percent of people in homeless shelters, and 40.4 percent of unsheltered people, do have jobs. The problem is that their wages are too low, and rents are too high. According to statistics from the same year, it’s impossible for someone working a full-time, minimum-wage job to afford a single-bedroom apartment in 93 percent of U.S. counties, and there are no states in which someone can rent a two-bedroom space on the current federal minimum wage of $7.25 per hour. In other words, homelessness has little or nothing to do with personal responsibility, or lack thereof. It’s a consequence of large-scale economic decisions made by landlords and bosses. [...]

— Alex Skopic

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See the full video for Laila here.

george & raffy 🥹

[reyenii]

INTERVIEWER: and are you in love?

GEORGE: i’m in love with my dog, raffy!

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"Last month I had the opportunity to send George some of my DBD work and it meant the whole world to me!! 🥺💜 He was so incredibly kind and shared how much he loves seeing all of the work fanartists do! So of course I wanted to support him this time around!! #DeadBoyDetectives"

Is there anything you would like to see us fandom artists of Dead Boy Detectives draw? The fandom is very creative and we're so happy to create.

(PS if you would like your own standee, you can order one here. George's kiss not included.)

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George senses a ghost, which turns out to be Raffy.

In episode 1, when Edwin and Charles are going to exorcise the demon out of Crystal, Edwin in disguise is shown knitting. Is this just part of the disguise or do you think that Edwin is into knitting and can do other DIY stuff?

Can you think of any Easter egg in the show that hasn't been discussed or maybe hasn't been discussed very often?

Hey dbd tumblr, wanted to share my cameo with you guys :)

[laiahernandeeezzz]

hi could u maybe write something about Florence bringing Y/n to a family gathering for the first time. They've been together for half a year and y/n being nervous. But then she befriends Florence's family especially Raffie, her mom and grandma. I am craving cute family fluff. And also the family members each secretly telling Flo that she choose a good one ? Thank youuu

I'm sorry for taking quite long, but inspiration had flown away for a while... I hope you like this

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MEETING THE FAMILY

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Paring: Florence Pugh x fem!reader

Words: 1.7K

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“I don’t think this was a good idea” 

Florence stopped sweeping to look at her girlfriend. Y/n was cleaning the breakfast’s plates, they just used to eat some delicious pancakes the actress made for the occasion. 

“My love, we’ve been together for months now, why would you say that?” The blonde girl approached her, hugging her from behind, while Y/n leaned her body back to rest against Florence’s front. “Because, what if they don’t like me? What if they think I’m not good enough for you?” 

“Well, then I’ll tell them to fuck off, because I’m the one who’s dating you” Finally a smile appeared on the taller girl’s face. She turned to face the actress, quickly pecking her lips. “Are you sure?”

“I love you so so much, worry head” … “Now, let’s go!” Florence pulled away to go search for their bags, not forgetting to, slightly, hit her girlfriend’s butt, making her laugh. Both women got everything they needed and headed to the car, Billie, their dog also going with them. Oxford was their destination. 

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Once they parked the car in front of Florence's childhood house, Florence made sure Y/n was ready. “Are you prepared, my darling?” Y/n nodded, releasing a shaken sigh. They headed to the door, and before knocking, the actress kissed her softly, holding her hand and leaving a kiss in her knuckles too.

As fast as they knocked, the door burst open, Billie running inside, and Y/n was pulled in a tight hug. “I’m so happy to finally meet you, Florence has been talking to you non-stop”

“Okay, Raffie, I would like to keep my girlfriend alive” The youngest of the house let go of Y/n, to jump at her sister’s arms. Y/n smiled warmly at the scene, happy that the brunette seemed to already like her. “Come, mum is already preparing the table for lunch, and dad is cooking! You are going to love his food, it’s even better than Florence’s”

While Y/n laughed at Raffie’s comment, Florence gave her an offended scoff, as they entered the house, heading to the kitchen. Y/n kinda froze when she saw the full family getting everything prepared, only moving when a small warm hand was placed on her lower back. She looked at her side, seeing the loving stare her girlfriend had. Y/n knew that as long Florence’s family was a little like her, there shouldn’t be any problem. 

She first was welcomed by the other two siblings. Arabella hugged her shortly and told her she was so glad they met, much like what Raffie said to her, but a lot calmer. On the other hand, there was Toby, who made sure to embarrass her sister as much as he could. “Flo, you didn’t tell me she was so out of your league” or “I have so many embarrassing stories about her, whenever she told us about you, she would smile like an idiot and practically drool”.

“Leave them alone will you… The table still needs to be finished up” Y/n laugh, and Florence hugged tightly her mum, stepping aside, so her girlfriend could be properly introduced. “Mum, this is Y/n, my beautiful girlfriend”

Trying hard not to blush at Florence’s comment, she went to shake her mother-in-law's hand, only to, once again, be pulled into a warm embrace. This family loves to hug. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Pugh”

“Oh, none of that, call me Debs… Come, my husband’s still cooking” Deborah took Y/n hands, and Florence followed them smiling at how her both families got along. After talking a bit with her siblings, being teased by Toby and Raffie, she noticed that her girlfriend still hadn’t come out of the kitchen.

“Can I have my girlfriend back, or do you plan to keep her here for the rest of her life?” The picture in front of her almost made her tear up. Y/n and her mum were laughing at some of her dad’s jokes, sipping at her glass of wine. Florence knew it, but there were moments like these, where she became fully conscious about how desperately in love she was. It was soon, but she knew she wanted to marry that girl. 

“Flo! Your dad was telling me some stories when you were a baby” Groaning, she made her way to her girlfriend, stealing some of Y/n wine. “Hey, that’s mine” Florence laughed and kissed her quickly, “Yeah, well, what is yours is mine, you know”

“Don’t mess with her honey, you need to keep her, I like her” Y/n tried to not blush at Clinton’s words. “Food is ready, let’s eat!”. Holding Y/n back, Florence waited for her parents to leave the kitchen to kiss her girlfriend properly. 

“I think they like me?” Y/n said, while still receiving kisses. “They do like you, and I didn’t even doubt it for a second… I love you, my darling”

“I love you too” Before they could kiss one more time, Toby called for them from the living room, “Girl, stop hooking up, and come! We are hungry” Florence laughed as she took her girlfriend’s hand.

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Lunch at the Pugh’s was quite funny to say the least. Conversation never stopped, hitting a hundred topics in five minutes. The food, obviously, was amazing and Y/n wasn’t surprised, knowing how Florence cooked. All the fears Y/n had that morning disappeared, feeling immensely welcomed and part of the family, even if she had just known them for a few hours.

She didn’t realize she had spaced out until she felt Florence’s hand on her thigh. “Are you okay, my love?” 

“Yes, I’m just taking it all in, I’m so happy��� She pecked the actress’ lips, both girls not realizing the small smiles from everyone at the table. 

After a while, Florence asked, “Where is granny Pat?”. Y/n then thought that the blonde girl had told her that her grandma would be there. “Oh I’m sure she won’t be much longer” Deborah told them as she stood up to go search for the dessert. 

Only five minutes later the doorbell rang, and Florence quickly went to open it, excited to see her granny again after a while. Granny Pat, though, didn’t put much attention to her granddaughter standing in front of her, almost passing by. She simply patted her shoulder, as she went straight to the living room. “Where is my new granddaughter?”

Y/n quickly got up, and went to hug Florence’s grandma, “Hi, Mrs. Pugh, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Florence has told me so much about you”. Y/n found the woman adorable, being so tiny, but full of life and joy. Granny Pat irradiated happiness.

“Oh, I hope all good things… But I must ask you to call me granny Pat, you are part of the family now” The whole family laughed, and went back to sitting when they had also greeted the oldest woman.

Florence started to tidy up the plates, Y/n following her, receiving a glance from her girlfriend daring her to stand up, so she abandoned her intentions. Instead, she was followed by her sibling, after being slightly scolded by her mother.

“So, quite the girl you got, huh” Toby said as soon as he stepped into the kitchen. 

“Yeah, I do”, The actress smiled fondly, a warm feeling setting in her chest every time she thought of the girl. Her sisters approached her to give her a hug, also giving their opinions. 

Arabella was the mature one, “You look so in love, and I’m so happy you got someone who also loves you as much as you do”. On the other hand, Raffie, was more teasing, “She is nice, funny and gorgeous, you better keep an eye on her, because everyone will try to steal her from you” 

Florence thanked her older sister, and then slapped her younger one. “Don’t worry, I’m not planning on losing her ever”

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After doing small talk at the table a bit more time, the family decided to go for a walk, Billie needing to do her need was also used as an excuse. Raffie quickly laced her arm with Y/n’s and both girls started to talk happily, laughing at their jokes. They quickly were quite ahead of the family, followed by the men of the house, and lastly the four women left. 

“You found a good one” Florence glanced at her mom’s comment, a smile, once again, was drawn in her face. 

“I found the best one”, she agreed, not hesitating for even one second. She knew pretty well, she’d never find another one like her girlfriend, knowing she wanted to stay with her for the rest of her life. 

“You better take care of her, or I’ll come after you” Granny Pat also made herself part of the conversation. 

Florence feigned offence, a hand on her chest to make it more dramatic, “Whose granny are you?”. The four women laughed, Arabella accelerating her pace to go talk with her dad and brother, shaking her head while smiling at the other’s small bickering. 

Granny Pat, however, insisted, “I don’t care, she is part of this family now too”. Florence kissed her gran’s temple, as she looked ahead seeing her girlfriend looking back at her, signalling her to come next to her.

The actress excused herself, and jogged to meet her girlfriend at her side. Raffie looked at them and started running, calling Billie to play with her. “What were you talking about back there?” Y/n asked, taking Florence’s hand. 

“You”

“Good things?” Y/n was confident she had made a good impression, but she couldn’t avoid worrying a bit. In spite of that, as she saw Florence’s loving eyes, she immediately relaxed.

“All great… They love you, but not as much as I do”

“I love you more, Flo” The girls softly kissed, it wasn’t long, the whole family was able to see them, although only the youngest had something to say about it.

“Get a room!” Y/n laughed as Florence flipped her sister off. 

[khorazir]

Pencil underdrawing of a fanart suggested by George Rexstrew in one of his amazing Cameos: Charles and Edwin with Jayden’s and George’s dogs Luna and Raffy. Ink lineart hopefully later today, watercolour version later this week.

[ghoststyles]

Baby’s First Check-up

A Fairway to Heaven Blurb

This takes place 1 year after the conclusion of the original story

*no trigger warnings; FLUFF only hehehe

“Harry, can you go upstairs and see if she’s awake yet? I knew we shouldn’t have scheduled the appointment at this time,” Briar puffs air through her lips.

“Sure. Gus Gus, wanna go see if baby sis is awake? We have to take her to the doctor,” Harry looks down at Gus, the gray around his eyes a little more prominent. The dog tilts his head before jumping up from his position on the floor and follows Harry through the entryway.

Briar puts the last minute essentials in her bag, not knowing how long they’ll be at the appointment, since it’s the first one at this office. She lines up the carrier on the counter, ready for Harry to put a wiggly little girl in there.

Harry quietly enters their bedroom, spying his sleeping angel in her little area. Gus stares at her through the mesh, his nose twitching as he smells her. Harry reaches down to gently pick her up, pressing soft kisses in and around her face. He grabs a tiny pink bow to stick in the fuzz on top of her head from the collection on the dresser.

“Good morning, sweet girl. How’d you sleep?” Harry says, scratching her back. He places the pink bow gently on her head. Harry looks around the room before grabbing her small stuffed giraffe, Raffie, and continues down the hallway to the stairs.

He appears in the kitchen minutes later, her little head resting delicately on his shoulder. Briar coos at her, licking her thumb to brush fuzzy hair out of her eyes.

“How’d you sleep, lovie?”

“Sleepy girl today. I think it’s from keeping mama and dada awake all night last night,” Harry smiles, pressing a kiss to her forehead and inhaling the scent from her oatmeal shampoo.

“She’s lucky she’s cute, huh?”

After situating her in the carrier, the proud parents make their way to the car hand in hand. Harry straps the carrier in the rear passenger side, laying a blanket over her while Briar jumps in the front seat. They embark, pinkies interlocked, preparing themselves to answer a million questions.

Harry spots his girl in the mirror, her hair in every direction and staring out the window wildly. His heart grows bigger and bigger for her every day. Briar and Harry’s nights have been long and restless, but well worth it. Now that he has his routine down pat with Oliver, this is a piece of cake.

Harry gently pulls the car into the lot, parking a few spots down from the door. Briar hops out to unbuckle the carrier, slinging the strap over her shoulder. Harry grabs Briar’s bag from the back seat then jogs around the hood to meet her.

The lock hands, walking into the front door of the office. It’s quiet, luckily, but their girl’s eyes are wondering all over the waiting room, taking in the colors. Briar pets at the side of her mouth gently as she sits on Harry’s lap.

“Wynnie Styles?”

Harry and Briar’s heads shoot up. Harry stands up, “Yep, that’s us!”

“Follow me!” The nurse smiles directly at Wynnie.

Harry nods, hiking Wynnie over his shoulder. Harry murmurs to Briar, “They didn’t say her middle name.”

Briar laughs, “It’s okay, just let it go.”

Harry huffs, and they follow her to an alcove in the hall.

“Place her on this scale for me, I want to track her vitals.”

Wynnie’s weight pops up on the screen. Harry beams, gently patting her stomach. “Such a big girl already!”

The nurse smiles, urging them to follow her into an exam room, “Dad, feel free to keep holding her while I listen to her heart and lungs.”

Harry nods, patting Wynnie’s back gently. The nurse holds the stethoscope gently over her heart, moving it around her back.

“Alright, everything sounds good. Dr. Miller will be in shortly.”

“Thank you,” Briar smiles.

“Such a good girl, Wyn.”

They fawn over Wynnie for a few more minutes before the doctor knocks on the door.

“Hi! I’m Dr. Miller.”

“Hi, I’m Harry, my girlfriend, Briar, and this is Wynnie,” Harry says, pointing to each of them.

“Hi, nice to meet all of you. Alright if we jump right in?”

The family nods, waiting for the doctor to continue.

“Let’s talk medications and vaccinations. She should be up to date with shots. How about flea and tick medication?”

Briar nods profusely, “Yes, this is my second Bernese Mountain Dog, and his first.”

“Girl dad!” Harry interjects, his dimples framing his bright smile.

Briar rolls her eyes and continues, “I’m very familiar with the risks. My older dog is 7 now.”

The veterinarian looks at Harry amused, but continues on. She writes a few things down in Wynnie’s chart before sending them off with a clean bill of health. Harry is still weary of letting her walk on the ground, so he holds her until they make it back to the car.

“Who wants a pup cup?!” Harry yells as he gets in the driver’s seat.

“Harry, we can’t spoil her already.”

“Yes I can. Trust me, I can get a lot worse.”

He locks his pinky with hers before kissing her knuckles. Harry surprised Briar with Wynnewood “Wynnie” Dorthea Styles with a house key attached to her collar.

Harry wanted to make a big gesture for Briar moving in, so when she planted the seed of her lease being up, he was on the hunt. He wracked his brain for months trying to figure out the best surprise.

“Hey, Birdie, do you want to see my new clubs?” Harry says smugly as the couple is standing in the parking lot of Wynnewood.

Briar couldn’t give less of a shit, but she loves Harry. She wraps her arms around his waist as he clicks the button to open his car’s back hatch. She doesn’t have much time, since she’s already taken 45 minutes of her 30 minute break to make out with him.

She closes her eyes, smelling his scent of sweat and sunscreen. Harry’s breath hitches, so she opens her eyes. Sat in a laundry basket with pink blankets and toys is an 11-week old Bernese Mountain Dog.

“I- who is that?” Briar questions, eyes wide.

“This is Wynnie. She’s our new baby, Birdie,” Harry says, rubbing her shoulder. Briar breaks free to approach the fuzzy pup. “I hope you don’t mind I named her.”

Briar looks at the name tag, “Is she named after Wynnewood?” Her high pitched puppy voice coming out, a few tears slipping down her cheeks.

“Yep. Wynnewood Dorthea Styles,” he smiles, his heart bursting from his chest. “Look what else is on the name tag.”

Her lip starts to wobble. Dorthea is her favorite Taylor Swift song; they sing it in the car together often. Briar flips the collar around to find a key. “What is this?”

“I want you to move in with me, Birdie,” Harry reaches down to swallow both of them in a hug.

“Harry, your house has a key pad to get in,” Briar gawks at him.

“The key is ceremonial,” he laughs, closing his eyes. “What d’ya say? Wanna live together?”

She presses a gentle kiss to his lips as she wraps her arms around his neck, “Of course. I wanna live wherever this cutie is.”

“What about this cutie?” Harry points to himself.

“Eh.”

[shelleythesapphic]

What he's listening to.

[procrastinatorproject]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Star Trek: La Sirena, Star Trek: Picard Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: The Motley Crew - Relationship, Raffi Musiker & Cristóbal Rios, Laris & Zhaban & The Motley Crew Characters: Laris (Star Trek), Zhaban (Star Trek), Cristóbal Rios, Raffi Musiker, Elnor (Star Trek), Hugh | Third of Five, Soji Asha, Seven of Nine, Jean-Luc Picard, Number One | Jean-Luc Picard's Dog, Emil | La Sirena's Emergency Medical Hologram, Mister Hospitality | La Sirena's Emergency Hospitality Hologram, Ian | La Sirena's Emergency Engineering Hologram, Enoch | La Sirena's Emergency Navigational Hologram, Emmet | La Sirena's Emergency Tactical Hologram Additional Tags: Crew as Family, Family Dinner, Cooking and Baking, Friendship, Fluff, Humor, Some angst, Canon-typical swearing, Season/Series 1.5, Hugh | Third of Five Lives Summary:

On the way from Château Picard to Vulcan, the crew of La Sirena and their guests prepare a mighty feast. If only these things ever went according to plan...

Illustration by the inimitable @horizonproblems!

This is our contribution to the @startrekpotluck 2024. I'll post the rest of the chapters over the next few days, so if you want to find out what could possibly lead to Laris telling off Enoch over a basket of bread, you'll have to stay tuned 😁🥖🥐

Thank you to @regionalpancake for being the best co-host anyone could wish for! 💗✨

[sheepheadfred]

Ectoberhaunt Day 10: Creepy/Wet

Summary: A ghost dog and several feral ghost children and one Little Baby Man become menaces across town together the week of Halloween.

AO3 link

It started with an idea the youngest half ghost had while getting affectionately licked by the pup who chose her template as his person.

Halloween is coming up and what could be more fun for a ghost than to scare some people? But first, she needs a target.

As she looks for one, big, bright eyes watch from the shadows passed by. Curious to what she was doing.

She was so lost in thought on who to prank that the figure easily snuck up on her. Turning around only to come face to face with a ghost around her size. Startling her enough to let gravity take hold.

This ghost had pinkish purple-y hair in a cloud like texture and look and an oversized hooded jacket with pom poms dangling from it. Their tongue is in an eternal 'blep' poking out and stitch like markings up and down in the middle of their face. Topped off with a worn giraffe plush wearing an orange cape on their head, peaking out of their hair.

"Hi. Sorry for scaring you, we wanted to see what you were doing. It looked fun."

Their voice was quiet and unsure, yet excited.

Before Dani could give an answer, Cujo popped in and tackled the new ghost down to play. Licking the newcomer and then going off to play with the smaller, more animal shaped, ghost like the excited puppy he is.

Deemed a friend by the dog, she doesn't see a reason why to exclude a fellow ghost kid.

"Sure, I don't see why not. What's your name, though? Never seen you around Amity Park before."

"Oh! Ummm," the newcomer twisted their long sleeves before answering, "I'm Stuffie! Friend to all plush creatures and companions! Nice to meet you!"

Their bouncy answer was accompanied by flappy hands in their oversized sleeves and the giraffe plush flying up in glee, making a high pitched squeak in agreement.

"Who's that?" Dani was curious, she knew some ghosts had objects that were empowered by them and tend to be linked to their obsession in some way, but she has not seen one have sentience.

Well, unless Youngblood's skeleton companion counted?

Questions for later.

"That's Raffi, my best friend! She sometimes goes by Super Raffi, hence the cape. Would you like to hug her?"

Amused, Dani agreed and a comforting hug was paired with an unexpected lick from a long, somehow wet, giraffe tongue via ghostly plush.

"Aww, she likes you!"

The two share a laugh as the young Phantom explains her desire to prank and give a good scare to some people on Halloween. She still just didn't know exactly how to go about it. Two minds now are able to plan much easier with different ideas getting tossed around. The two animal companions played a fun game of chase, going in circles the whole time.

Unaware that a third, small creature had joined the two playing animal-like companions.

Mischievous spirits of restless children plan and wait.

Excited for a good Halloween haunting.

Biding their time blending in with trick-or-treaters, collecting candy along the way, until the house grew dark.

When the night came, they found their first victims.

A group of older kids acting like nothing scares them from living in Amity Park. Clearly plotting to TP someone's house... Or multiple someones from what could be seen or heard to passer bys. Doesn't matter anyway.

What they didn't know what waited them in shadows of the deepening night.

Giving the signal for their plan, the two humanoid ghosts get in position and Cujo grows and hides with his invisibility, a trick Dani worked hard making sure he'd listen to.

Eyes seemingly coming from the walls, staring from the darkness.

Liquid dripping onto them from above. A smell wafting onto them, warm and wet.

A creepy chant started from all sides.

"Trick or treat! ~

~Smell my feet~

~Give me something good to eat~~~"

Overlapped voices coming from different directions, moving around slowly as the come closer.

"If you don't~

~I don't care~

~I will give you some nightmares~"

A short giggle from at least three voices from no concrete direction followed the haunting rhyme.

All it took was a single tap on the shoulder and something small yet soft landing on a head for one kid to run screaming, followed by their friends. Forgetting their candy.

Leaving it to the spirits.

SCORE!

A great scare and a new friend made all of this worth it!

The new sweets didn't hurt, as well.

Dani and Stuffie found an isolated part of the park to sort their new candy, making a third pile for Raffi who loves chocolate. She is willing to share but she loves not having to!

Cujo chasing the extra friend that was with them, uninterested in the candy with his toy and new friends to play with. At least the candy won't kill him if he does try something.

"So, who is this little guy?" Stuffie asked, cheeks puffed like a chipmunk with candy before swallowing as if they were in cartoon.

"Oh, that little guy hangs out around town, mainly by my cousin or his friends. We don't exactly know how he came to be or where he came from, but he looks just like Phantom but somehow more fight-y. Heh heh." a laugh came out just thinking about it, "We've taken to calling him Little Baby Man, though. So I guess that's his name."

"Aww, he's cute!," they exclaim, "And I can tell Raffi likes having two new friends, here! I liked meeting you, too! Does this mean we're friends?" Stuffie asked her with bright sparkles in their eyes.

"Sure," Dani laughs, charmed by her new friend, "I don't see why not after all!"

Stuffie wiggled happily before responding, "Would you like it if I make you a plush friend? It can be of anyone or anything! I, uhm, don't really know how else to say this, but I like being around you and I want to give a plush friend custom made just for you! You can even take it with you on your travels when you leave next! That is, well, if you want it? I don't really know how to make friends, to be honest."

"Let me think about what it will be, OK? I don't really have many friends, either!"

"Sure!"

A reply given in a sunny smile before their small companions got their attention by trying to lay on them or bury themselves into the candy piles.

Laughs were heard all around from the abandoned park.

This was the greatest Halloween either has ever had.

[grogusmum]

Hi my sweet friend Hazel:

It’s been a rough week, and I wondered if for your Slumber Party Saturday, you could write me a little “He .oves me so he’s gonna hold me while I cry and make me feel better ficlet with the Pedro man of your choice?

(but NOT Max Lord.)

I hope you know how much you’re loved!

Quica! I'm sorry this is coming to you in the morning, I was getting sleepy, and I wanted to give it the attention it deserved (so many typos in some of last night's answers 😬)

Okay, I am thinking this is a job for Frankie.

Every Day's A New Day

FRANKIE MORALES x READER

What a week. Nothing was going right, and you were at the end of your tether as you drove home Friday after work, so glad to be done.

You turn into the drive, gravel crunching under your wheels, but Frankie's ancient truck isn't in its spot. A quick check of your phone for messages, you expect one saying he'd be late, but find nothing. With a hitched sigh, you wearily haul yourself out of the car and make your way up the walk.

"Hello?" You call somewhat flatly to house at large. Sweet little Raffi runs tail wagging, to greet you.

"Hey boy," you sigh, giving a watery smile.

Leaning over, you give the little dog's large ears a scratch as you plunk your bag on the bench and kick off your shoes, trading them for your slippers.

Raffi follows behind you as you enter the kitchen, but not with the intensity of a dog looking for his evening meal after everyone has been away - just then, the door from the garage opens. Frankie walks in, wiping his hands with a shop cloth, a smile breaks warm and wide.

"You are home!"

"Yeah, the truck needs some babying," Frankie tucks the cloth in his back pocket, then his face falls as your eyes well with is a weeks worth of unshed tears, " oh hey, it looks like you need some too!"

He opens his arms, and you tuck yourself as tightly to him as you can. Then Frankie's arms, strong and sure, envelop you.

"Shhhh," he murmurs, "I've got you."

"...love you more today than yesterday, but, darling, not as much as tomorrow..."

Your tears come, finally, freeingly, in the safety of Frankie's embrace. And he just holds you as you cry, kissing your forehead and murmuring sweet words, rocking you gently, as he hums a song you can't quite make out yet...

You give a small smile and give Frankie a kiss, humming with him.

"Do you want to talk about it," he says after you give a shuttering breath.

"Yeah, but not yet."

"Okay, let's go and get you on the couch."

"I don't want you to let go," you muffled voice comes from his shoulder.

"Oh no, I'm not letting go. You're going to sit right down on my lap."

Frankie leads you into the airy living room and plunks down on the couch arms, never leaving you. You give a little laugh as you both go down. Your legs across his lap, your side tucked into his broad chest.

Frankie's arms tighten, and his mouth roves gently over your neck.

"So, how can we turn this week around?"

🐟🧢🐟🧢🐟🧢🐟🧢🐟🧢🐟🧢🐟

I hope this brings a smile to your face, and you have a better day today than yesterday, and even better one tomorrow 💚

Song: More Than Yesterday by Spiral Starecase