#shih-ah

[sakixdraws]

Yatagarasu

[shih-coulda-had-it]

Tomura AfOs flower girl with a waist-bag full of flower petals

i don't attend weddings so take this outfit with a grain of salt, which is exactly what tomura wishes afo's husband-to-be would turn into

[barnacles34]

A Bourgeois Comedy

Male Reader x NJZ Haerin x NJZ Minji

18+ smut

a/n: I've been intensely sick these past days. Finally feeling better. Here's a little piece I did while I was sick. <3

IMPORTANT UPDATE

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'Got a spare ounce of willpower?'

Minji didn't look up. 'Fresh out. Used it all resisting the urge to close this door.' 

'Harsh. What about caffeine? Any spare?'

'Machine's down the hall. Unless you've forgotten its location in the last twenty minutes?'

'Remember the location. Lack the motivation for the journey.' You leaned a shoulder against the frame. 'It's a whole thing.'

'Uh-huh.' Minji’s keyboard: click, click, tap. 'So you're just going to stand there?'

'It's low-energy loitering. Environmentally friendly.'

Her typing stopped. 'Go loiter somewhere else.'

'Can't. My energy reserves are critically low. Need a jumpstart.'

She finally turned her head. 'And how, precisely, do you plan on achieving that?'

'One second. Just a hand-hold. For sustenance. Come on.'

'No.'

'Why not?'

'Because.' Her fingers paused over the keys. A hesitation. 'No. Just… no.'

'Is it the wilting? Maybe I should get these dark circles fixed? Would that help my case?'

'No. Don't do that. Please.' 

'Ah, the first 'please' of the day. Mark it down.'

'Ugh.' Just a grunt.

'You know, I know a Dr. Kim. Gangnam street. Supposed to be good.'

A laugh finally escaped her. 'You’re impossible.'

'Wrong. Minji,' you held out your hand, palm up flat. 'See this? Put your hand here. Just for a second. Scout's honor, no biting.'

'You're such a damn dork.'

'And you're a total loser.' You pulled the door closed behind you.

Half-teasing, half-hope. That's the tightrope you walk. Minji's rule is simple: cross the line, you're gone. Permanently. But you haven't been booted yet. You keep pushing, and somehow, you stick.

—

Later. Deep into the evening. She’s curled against you on the couch - soft fabric, faint flowery scent, warm. Some dumb dog grooming competition plays, unnoticed. You lean into her warmth, let your breath out, a little too heavy.

She shifts.

Then, she stilled completely. 'Okay.'

'Okay, what? Finally admitting the poodle deserved that ribbon?'

She turned her head, slow. Her gaze locked onto yours. 'Okay. Kiss me.'

'...Say again?'

'Kiss. Me. Simple concept, right?' She paused, her lips looking tangible in the worst way possible; and her next word slipping out quieter, almost desperate, 'Please?'

You scanned her face. No joke. No test. The usual script, ripped up. The Tom & Jerry routine dissolved. Her expression wasn't asking; it was direct, almost impatient. She just upended the world and expected you to keep up. That look. Yeah. That did it.

You had to get the last word, had to twist the knife just a little before you - inevitably - lost yourself. 'Right now? During the Shih Tzu semi-finals? Classy, loser.'

Then your mouth was on hers, and the world dissolved.

Soft. Unbelievably soft. Faint sounds vibrated from her throat into your mouth. Pulling back felt like surfacing, gasping for air. You saw her then: wrecked, face flushed bright pink, heated, a touch of stunned deer in her wide eyes. She just watched you, breathing unevenly. Her hand came up, thumb brushing, feather-light, across your bottom lip. Her eyes, implacable; her fingers, gliding along the firmness of your face.

'Right,' she said. Squeaked, almost.

Then: 'Love me.'

There was no air between you anymore. Lips like candy, velvety, gliding sickeningly sweet against yours. 

—

There were days. You think. You lost track anyway; waking tangled with Minji, her dark hair fanned across the pillow, skin bare, both of you exhausted in that specific, amorphous, body dissolving satisfying way. It felt jarringly new and utterly inevitable, all at once. Quiet morning light catching her cheekbone - in those moments, you understood:

'I think,' you murmured one dawn, finger tracing the curve of her bare glowing shoulder, so perfect you wanted to latch onto it, and never let go, 'I'd actually die for you.'

Her eyes fluttered open. A slow, sleepy smile touched her lips. 'Weirdo love bombing.’

You stopped. Thought about it. 'Okay, maybe tiny bit. But I'm serious.' You held up a stray strand of her hair against the light. 'This one hair? In danger? I'm finding a sword.'

'You don't own a sword,' she mumbled, burying her face against your chest.

'I know.'

—

The power dynamic shifted. She called it 'collecting back-pay,' this sudden, focused intensity on you. Cat and mouse reversed. She’d walk in, keys still singing, kick off her shoes while her eyes hunted you down. Undoing her ponytail in that split second. A look that just said: you, now. Her lips, often faintly bruised by evening's end, found yours before a single 'hello'.

Zero complaints.

‘Can’t you just… call in sick, babe?’ she murmured one night, fingers twisting in your tie. The one she’d given you. The one you wore every damn day.

Babe. Still landed weird. Good weird.

‘Can’t. They made me 'important' now, apparently.'

‘That’s… good, right?’ Adorable, how serious she looked.

‘God, no. Means I work twice as long for maybe five percent more pay. It's crap.'

‘My poor suffering man.’ Her hands worked the knot loose, sliding the tie down. ‘You work so hard.’

‘You wouldn’t believe.’

She slipped off her little house slippers, then sank down to her knees on the rug before you, still holding the end of your tie.

‘Just relax,’ she said, looking up, her eyes dark. ‘Lean back. I’ll make it all better.’

She unbuckled your belt; pants heaved lower along your thigh; then, her soft breaths riding along your clothed hardness. Then inch by inch, her hand tousled the cloth down. Staring intensely, her breaths looming on your shaft. 

Then: she licked a stripe along the side of your cock. Hand along your shaft at the base, holding you still as she pressed soft trailing stripes. Just as her tongue made a desperate path along the head, her mouth devoured you. 

A few coughs, deeper still. Mouth working you loose. Little strips of her spit trailing down, her hollowed cheeks - your hands were about to tear the fucking couch apart.

Deeper down her throat, you were dying, literally, constricted in the heavenliest of vices - cock trapped in Minji’s throat - you sprayed ropes and ropes down her mouth.

‘Gross.’

Yet she swallowed.

And cleaned your cock; with a gaze that bared no tired eyes.

You were in for the night.

—

A few days passed. Messy days. You were stuck together until the very last minute - each and every day. Entangled together; Minji would apply her eyeliner as you caressed her cheeks, and she’d nibble the ridge of your jaw while buttoning your shirt. 

Brilliant days.

—

At home, on a foggy evening, you spread yourself against the couch - waiting for Minji to come home. The door clicked, and you could hear Minji shuffle into the door.

She met your gaze, ‘Give me a kiss.’

So you did. 

Going deeper, feeling the soft curves of her entire body, hidden under damning cloth.

‘I need to fuck you so bad.’ A whisper into her perfect ear.

‘Uh. Babe.' She coughed, more out of shock than anything else. 'I brought someone over.’

You looked past her. There was someone there, standing.

A flushing redness spread across her cheeks, and she bowed - no comment.

Sturdy stiff, flushed hot; you exchange glances with Minji, who so lovingly has creased eyes of joy for you - a hint that she’ll tease you for however long it stays on her mind.

Brush off imaginary dust, try to maintain some semblance of courtesy in front of someone who’s shell shocked.

‘Hey!’ Not the best introduction.

‘Hi…’

Minji came to save the day, ‘Introduce yourself, come on.’ She pressed a hand to Haerin, a nervous butterfly.

‘I’m Haerin.’

‘It’s nice to meet you, Haerin.’ You barely craggle out.

…

It’s white noise after this, you don’t remember anything; Haerin; that’s all you remember.

She was clad by a cloud of camo adjacents - green camo pants, a darker camo hat, and a grey jacket that clung against her slim body; but she was beautiful, wandering big eyes, thin long fingers decorated with painted nails.

Her eyes, even in careful rumination of Her, you gravitate toward her eyes - careful, soft, feline-like - as if any aspect of her was to be complement of her Eyes.

Dissonance escaped you after the first beer. In the kitchen, chopping up variations of aged cheeses, Minji stood adjacent to you cutting up fruits.

‘You’re hilarious.’

‘You should’ve told me.’

‘Told you what? Who could ever predict that you’d say that?’ She giggled some more.

‘Do you think she minds?’

‘Haerin? Probably. A little. Most likely. She’s just like that. Shy. Quiet. Very unresponsive.’

‘I made it worse.’

‘Probably.’

‘Fuuuuck.’

‘Come on. Don’t worry. You earned points with me.’ Tipping your chin up. She pressed a thumb against your lip - letting you taste the sweet fruits she cut - and kissed you soft. ‘You brazen bull.’ 

‘God. I need you so bad.’

‘Baby. Haerin’s in the living room. There’s time for that later.’

‘Please stop entertaining the possibility.’

‘I want it as much as you.’

‘ - But?’

‘Mysterious disappearances in the middle of friendly reunions don’t exactly spell out cordial, babe… Hey - come on - get off me - ngh.’

—

Some arbitrarily large amounts of alcohol later; red-stained wine glasses, charcuterie board stained with a variety of acidic ideals; you find Minji’s lips again. In front of Haerin. 

It’s capillary force, as natural as a plant seeks the sun or water: her lips. Soft against yours. The fact that Haerin’s watching? Mortifying. Absolutely so. But it’s destiny (what can you do against that?) so you delve.

You weren’t privy to what Minji or Haerin thought, it was just Minji’s fingers pressing notes of sing-song motivation with her fingers on your sides, and, you were sure of it, totally so: Haerin’s eyes indelibly locked in on your exchange. 

Voyeur. Is that it? She was a voyeur? You ask of Minji through the antiquated language of kissing the top of her lip, entering her mouth, sharing spittle. And she responds, licks back, moans softly: that’s it, she’s a voyeur. Cruel Minji. 

You try to mangle out a look at what she was doing with all this eyespace (was she pressing against her moistness hidden in soft cloth?) (finger-deep in herself?) (And.. Did she want to join?) (are her toes pressing deep into her slippers, barely maintaining herself?). 

Minji punished your nape for the slightest indolence, tight fingers, pulling you into her velvet mouth - the slightest breath between you forbidden - the softest exertion ignored - she was, at this moment, a machine.

Minutes passed like this, Haerin’s soft clothes mushing together, the squelches of Minji’s lips. Almost suffocating, Minji let you go - breathing heavily with beads of condensation floating on her honey forehead - so fucking hot. 

Your eyes landed on Haerin, and first thing, her eyes dilated full, like two black holes: the concept of irises ridiculous. As you stared at Haerin - not sure if she was finger-deep in herself; the majority of her hidden under the table - Minji breathed a bristling breath on your neck, and in an even more suggestive breath: ‘It’ll be fun.’

No answer.

The both of you knew. 

You waited for Haerin’s expression, as did Minji, for confirmation, or the nil possibility of her running out right this moment.

And so: her hands landed on the zipper of her jacket, and revealed a faintly pink tank-top. God almighty.

‘Follow me.’ Minji broke the silence.

You followed Minji as she tore off one layer after another, then splaying herself along a bed - half-naked - that spared no space for three - well, space for three if one was on top of each other. 

Then Haerin entered last. This time, you had a better view of her: beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. 

‘Now kiss.’ 

‘What?’ The both of you say.

‘Kiss each other. Go on.’ 

‘Uh…’ You look at Haerin. She looks back. This time, the floor wasn't so interesting; her eyes were on you.

‘No hand holding.’ You heard from the background. And you laugh: it’s all so absurd, Minji’s half-naked on the bed, your girlfriend of years, chest low and tight, pupils dilated, watching you kiss her friend. 

Kissed. Again and again. Saliva moist against Haerin’s lips, against yours, hers and yours. She tasted faintly of menthol, strong mint, a trite sensation against the soft weaves of her tongue against yours. Every breath held her scent, every breath she took spread on your skin like a breath against cold glass - her soft, beautiful little exhales. 

You had glimpses, of Minji, hand tucked deep into her pants, little shallow shadow-changes on the groin of her pants - what could only be her fingering herself. Lip-bitten raw, huffing, moaning softly with eyes that didn’t leave you. You were hard, unimaginably hard, almost passing out - Haerin’s kissing you, her delicate palms caressing the bristled nape of yours, and Minji, sat on the bed, finger-fucking herself with hawk-eyed concentration.

You began shuffling towards the bed, with Haerin’s lips buried into your neck, sucking phantom hickeys onto your neck. 

And Minji made space for you, sat a little to the side, held the hem of her pants to take it off. 

‘Minji.’

‘Babe.’ Her hands wrapped around your waist, and softly, inch by inch, she pulled down your pants. She kissed your navel, almost worshipping you, before pulling down the last piece of cloth that hid your member. It was the loudest silence. Two pairs of dilated eyes, engaged on your swollen member begging to be taken care of (which, inevitably, will happen). 

First, Minji’s hand encircled around your member; a few rough strokes; then saliva mixed unevenly on her palm, a smoother gliding sensation; soft strokes, Haerin’s eyes tracked every soft stroke, and each stroke led her closer towards you. 

Minji added a few more dribbles of her spit on the head, then her hands moved faster, and smoother. By the next stroke, her mouth circled your head, then she swallowed your cock. ‘Fuck, Minji.’ She murmured a bit before going deeper, her tongue massaging your underside, her mouth leaving thin trails of sheening spit all over your cock. She choked, once or twice. 

Haerin came closer, eye-level with Minji, eye-level with your cock. She was kneeling, like worship, like Minji. She was about to suck your dick. Pony-tailed hair. Waiting patiently as Minji sucked you off into the depths of hell. 

Then: Minji was off your cock with a soft pop. ‘Such a big fucking dick. I thought I had to share.’ Haerin flushed again, ‘I thought you wouldn’t tell him.’

‘Him? He knows. Haerin. Just give it all up. Suck his dick. Worship it. I want you to.’

Perhaps that’s what did her in; you know, just the way her eyes locked on your spit-sheened cock. Her thin perfect fingers encircling your shaft, teasing the soft rigidity, the gliding sensation of Minji’s spit clinging, and she went up and down, up and down - squelch after squelch. Her first peck followed not long after, her tongue caressed the pre cum leaking. Her mouth encircled the head of your cock, and her cheeks hollowed. ‘Fuck.’ ‘Is it good babe?’ ‘Fuck yes.’ Instead of replying, Minji wrapped her tongue around one of your balls, sucking, teasing, worshipping your entirety. 

Your toes pressed firm against the mohair carpet. Haerin’s hands found themselves on your thighs as she took you deeper into her mouth.

The one who couldn’t even say a sentence to you, eyes stuck to the floor, now sucking your life out.

You began twitching; Minji under your balls, licking profanely; Haerin, taking you deep into her mouth, big eyes locked on to you, her perfumed hair yielding to your grasp. 

‘Get on the bed.’

The air dried blanket molded to their - now naked -  bodies. Golden light reflecting, blurring against their perfect skin. Two goddesses, placed parallel, eyeing you with an implacable lust. 

You entered Minji’s arms first. Who let out a sigh as you pressed your body weight against her; letting her hand curl against the back of your head; legs intertwining behind your back; and whispering Fuck Me.

Lining yourself up, you breathed one deep sigh into her neck. Before entering dead slow. Feeling every velvet fold of hers caressing your cock, soaking your cock in her tight pussy. The beautiful sounds she made. You pressed up to the hilt. ‘You’re so hard. Is it because Haerin’s watching?’ She giggled what she could, and lost what she had as you pumped into her one more time.

You smashed against her wet core again - making a wet slap - wringing out the most beautiful noises out of her. Slap, slap, slap, smashing your cock inside her, her perfectly molded pussy, wet with slick - some of it sticking and stringing along your shaft. 

‘Fuck me. Daddy. Fuck me.’

You desperately latch onto her mouth - exchanging a spit-stricken kiss as you fucked her over the cusp of her climax; Her loins shook, her body twitched, and she screamed euphoria into your mouth.

Through it all, Haerin pressed a palm against her pelvis - you had glimpses - her fingers worked along her delicate folds. She groaned, moaned, squealed. And as you hooked Minji's leg on your shoulder to show, exactly, how your dick went in undulations out of Minji’s wet core, Haerin came on her fingers. 

Then Minji cums on your cock. Breathing. Softly. Trying not to break anything you haven’t already broken, she pulls herself up, softly, head-level with you, ‘Now, there’s somebody waiting. Right there, and I need you to grant her wish.’

‘Being?’

‘You already know.’

You did. God almighty, you did. 

Haerin’s golden chest heaved as she recovered from the crest of her climax, and her eyes - god, her eyes - invited you over with a gaze that insisted upon itself. 

You start moving over, Minji’s palm sliding along your forearm - telling you that it’s alright, that she wants to watch, maybe even join. 

Apropos of all that happened before, you slid, softly, into Haerin’s arms. Your lips molding against hers; your hands pressing the soft flesh of her inner thigh, vis a vis open up; and from then on, you lined your slimy cock at her entrance, her glossy entrance, and entered.

She squealed, right in your ear. Held you tight like she might crumble to dust otherwise. 

Minji hobbled over, hovering just above, ‘Is it good, Haerin?’

She didn’t reply. Sounds of her slick moisture. Of her raggedy breaths broken by the thumb between her teeth. Large eyes that stayed closed for the most part. 

You latched onto her neck, still ravenously pressing yourself into Haerin. Her body recoiled against your latter strokes. Little wet sounds. Soft moans. Minji held her shoulders down as you went deeper. Right up to the hilt. That’s when she groaned, that’s when she really loosened up. Then, her body chased your cock. Gripped. Soft wet sounds turned blasphemous. As if slapping a body of water in a cave. Minji observed with delight, and kissed Haerin’s cheeks to encourage her to keep up.

You left her neck, kneeling in an upright position. Moving against her faster now, holding her soft waist: a handle. Back arching, she squealed another time - finally, reaching the cusp of her orgasm. Softly shaking under your touch. Her bristled skin - full of electric lust. Droplets passed along your shaft. But you didn’t stop. 

You pressed four fingers against her softly curved navel and a thumb on her clit.

Minji looked at you with a wry smile.

You fucked Haerin hard. To the point of muscle failure. Triceps blazing hot; thighs worn out; and a tuckered Haerin with sweat pressed god-like into her skin.

With cum seeping out of her pussy.

Wherein, Minji collected it all in her tongue. And kissed Haerin.

IMPORTANT UPDATE

[sorrowfulrosebud]

I hope you know you've given me puppy hybrid Bakugou brain rot, so you get another ask as a repercussion u3u

Whats the scenario or head canon of why we had to start putting a muzzle on hybrid Bakugou when going out? Did he bite, start a fight, did something out of spite? (Yes, that was a purposeful rhyme)

Gimme the tea 🫖

Blue? Wolf? Angel? 01? However you wish to be referred to, I LOVE YOU AND YOUR BIG SMART BRAIN MWA MWA. Also this got long hehehe

Warnings: bratty kid, animalistic Bakugou, wounds, reader passes out

I imagine Katsuki would have to start wearing the muzzle as soon as he left the shelter. In my AU, he was in a fighting ring (original, I know), so he still snaps when he gets frightened or angry. He doesn’t mean to, not in the slightest. But when you have to fight to the death for scraps, or a ratty blanket to keep you warm in a cramped and filthy dog cage, it becomes a nasty habit.

You try to keep it off him as much as possible unless you’re going out. It was a very long process to get him to relax even slightly with you, which was honestly a feat in of itself.

You listen to his body language. He comes to you when he has a problem. If he tenses when you’re petting him, you retract your hand and wait for the signal for you to continue, if any. You leave his food alone, because it’s his. You allow him to nap, knowing the poor creature needs some proper sleep.

It’s easier in the privacy of your own home, in a comforting environment that Bakugou can explore a million times over and never find anything new. In public though, when the screaming child demands to touch his sensitive tail, or when the shih tzu hybrid is sniffing him, it can be so overwhelming for the pup.

“Are you all ready to go, sweet thing?” You smile at your new puppy boy.

Katsuki growled lowly, his collar and leash loose on his neck. The muzzle was wrapped around his lower face, protecting himself from a future lawsuit. He tugged at the metal bars irritatedly. You sigh in empathy.

“I know, sweetpea. I’m afraid that until the padded muzzle comes, it has to be the one provided by the shelter. On the bright side, you can come outside for a walk! It’s a lovely day outside and you can meet the neighbours!” You explain happily.

Katsuki chuffs and rolls his eyes, walking ahead and pulling you on the leash as you squeak in surprise.

“See, I told you it was nice! How’s your collar feeling, honey?” You ask him gently, not wanting to overwhelm him. Katsuki’s pupils were blown with all sorts of new smells and sounds.

He never knew what squirrels sounded like. They scurried in the trees a lot more delicately than the rats in the compound. The screams of children were from fun as their parents chased and played with them. The new pups in the compound were snatched from their mother and sold or… Katsuki shook his head. He didn’t want to think about that place any more.

It was all so bewildering for him, but he seemed to be enjoying it as he threw you a nod.

“Aw I’m so glad!” You laugh softly. You stop near the local convenience store, the thought of a cold ice cream tickling your fancy. You call out to Katsuki to stop as he obeys.

“Do you fancy an ice cream? It’s such a hot day today, and you’ve taken everything in so wonderfully,” you ask him.

Katsuki cocked his head, not knowing what “ice cream” was. He had sometimes heard his old handlers talk about it, but he’d never been able to try any. You felt a pang of guilt at the realisation that he’d never had the sweet treat.

“Let’s go and get you one. I’m sure you’ll like it,” you promise him softly, allowing him to walk in first. He jumped slightly at the little ding-dong of the door, growling at it as you explained what it was.

Despite his grumbling and the occasional bark, he was behaving himself remarkably.

The ice cream freezer was thankfully stocked full to the brim, with flavours of nearly every description.

“Ah, here they are! I hope they have some that’s hybrid friendly. Katsuki, why don’t you come take a look and see what you want to try,” you encourage him. Katsuki froze a little. You were… giving HIM the choice? Was this some sort of trap? Your soft smile made him feel slightly at ease.

Plus, you would never hit him in a store, right?

He takes a look at the flavours in the freezer, entranced by the huge red strawberries and slabs of chocolate. He was about to grab an ice lolly with a motif of a raspberry when a shriek pierces his ears.

His hands slap to his head, covering the fluffy things as he snaps his head at the source. He lets out an automatic growl as his teeth curl back. A small child, not much older than 6 is staring back at him with a delighted look. In his sticky hand held a melting ice lolly.

“Doggy!” He shrieks excitedly, jumping up and down. A woman, whom you presume is his mother, is taking a phone call further down the aisle.

Katsuki pressed further into you when the kid tries touching him with sticky fingers. You immediately stand in front of him, trying to calm the puppy boy down and deal with the kid.

“Hi there sweetie, I’m sorry but Katsuki doesn’t like being touched,” you try to explain carefully, getting on the child’s level. You’re taken aback when the little monster’s face goes red and he lets out an ear-piercing scream that has Katsuki starting to hyperventilate a bit.

“NO! WANT TO PET THE DOGGY! MAMAAAA!” The kid wails, the woman walking to her son. She looks you up and down as she holds her son by the shoulders.

“What seems to be the problem here?” She sneers. You make sure Katsuki has space to cool down as you try to explain.

“Your son here is trying to pet my hybrid, but that is not something that he is comfortable at all with, so I’m trying to explain-” you were cut off by the woman.

“So? The beast is muzzled and leashed, why can’t my angel pet him?” She gave you a dirty look, as if she could look past your puppyboy who looked like he would rather be anywhere else.

“Katsuki is really not comfortable with that. It’s his first time out of the house in a long time and-” you were once again cut off by the woman’s snooty laughter.

“Well if he’s such a ‘rabid beast’ then he shouldn’t be out of the house,” she snarls viciously. You didn’t even notice the kid sneaking behind you until Katsuki lets out a vicious growl, and the sound of 2 screams fill the air.

Katsuki waited for the paramedics to bandage you up as they took you to hospital. They found you bleeding in Katsuki’s arms, his claw marks identical to the ones in your chest.

Turns out the little bastard had snuck behind you and yanked on Katsuki’s leash. Being already wound up and anxious, the sharp leash tug threw him into a frenzy as he instinctively went to claw the threat. You pushed the kid off in time, taking the blow instead.

Katsuki could only stare at you as cotton filled his mouth. His mouth twitched as he started trembling. He had … hurt you…

Your shriek of pain could never leave his head, him not even registering that he had made you bleed until the metallic smell hit his nose. The kid started wailing after being shoved on the floor, the mother picking him up and running away.

You look at him, then at the blood and you try to smile. You swallow, the shock of the pain making it difficult to see.

“D-don’t worry K’s’ki! I do- I don’ blame you,” you start to slur out, the shock and blood loss making you woozy. You slump against your pup, breathing shallow and light. Katsuki whined anxiously, looking for help.

A witness in the same aisle came forward slowly, aware of Katsuki’s hyperventilating and anxious state. He clutched you close to him, sitting on the ground as he trembled and nosed your face. Blood was everywhere, staining everything.

The customer slowly made his way to Katsuki, clicking her tongue softly to get his attention. Katsuki looked wild as he snarled savagely, pulling you tighter. She held her hands up slowly, demonstrating she wasn’t a threat.

“I’m going to call for help. I need to make sure that your owner is okay. I’m going to be super duper careful to make sure I don’t hurt them any more. You can still hold them, I just need to make sure their pulse is still there. Is that okay?” She spoke slowly and calmly, getting emergency services on her phone.

Katsuki snarled, but the claws digging into you relaxed slightly. The customer let a small smile out as she checked your pulse and referred everything back to the emergency services. She was slow and methodical, careful not to move too quickly and scare the trembling pup.

“There we go, all done. I saw everything you know,” she said quietly, kneeling near the two of you. Katsuki whined quietly, chuffing your hair.

“You were scared, and that monster of a boy didn’t listen. There are cameras everywhere, so I’m certain nothing will happen,” she said firmly.

Her hand slowly lifted up, paying close attention to his body language. Her hand slowly found refuge in his hair, slowly petting his ears. Katsuki could feel his heartbeat slow down, just for a moment, before it spiked again at the sound of the siren of the ambulance.

The paramedics filtered through with animal control, surprised to see a muzzled hybrid already collared and leashed holding on to the patient. The lead paramedic slowly approached you, the uniform and sterile smell making Katsuki snarl loudly and pinning you back to him. His eyes were like pin pricks as he held you tight.

“Heyyy, there you go buddy. Is that your owner there?” The paramedic questioned him quietly, bringing the cart to carry you beside her. Katsuki snarled as they got closer.

“I know, I know. It must be scary being in this situation. The lady on the phone told me what happened. You didn’t mean it, did you?” the paramedic prayed her words were getting through to him.

It seemed her prayers were answered when his grip lets loose slightly.

“You were frightened, weren’t you? The kid yanked on your leash? That must have hurt,” she murmured to him, getting more on his level. She was making slow progress to you, getting anxious when she sees the amount of blood lost.

“But now your owner is hurting. Can we take them to get all fixed up? You can ride with us in the ambulance,” she promised, holding her hand out. Katsuki growled, but with a small whine, relinquished his grasp on you.

The paramedic smiled at him, slowly picking you up as she dashed you to the cart, strapping you in as she rushed you to the ambulance outside. Katsuki whined and followed you, desperate to keep your pained face in his vision.

He rode with you the entire way to the hospital, whining when he couldn’t see past the curtain of the emergency room.

The next few hours were hell. He sat next to the curtained room, jumping up when the nurse talks to him.

“You’re very lucky. The wounds were relatively deep, but it was the shock that made them pass out. We stitched up the wound, so now we’re going to monitor your owner in a different room. Would you like to come with?” He asked. Katsuki nodded frantically.

He couldn’t help the whimper when he saw your bed being wheeled out, the bandages reaching a good way across your chest. You were docked into your new room. All Katsuki could do was wait for you to wake up.

Katsuki was a mess. He couldn’t stop whimpering to himself, scared shitless. You were the only person to ever treat him with such kindness, to talk to him like a person and not a dog. You were kind, and gentle, and-

Probably gonna hand him back to the shelter. He knew what that meant though, considering this was his ‘saving grace’. He wouldn’t get any more chances. He tried to toughen himself up, beating his leg in rage as he prepares himself for your rage.

The rage, however, never came. Katsuki must have fallen asleep, since he was awoken by the gentle call of his name. His head snapped up, mixed emotions when he sees your confused orbs.

“What… happened?” You slurred out, sleep still overtaking your system. Your eyes snapped open at the recollection of events.

“Oh god! Are you alright?!” You gasp. Katsuki looked at you dumbfounded. His body trembled. Even when he had hurt you… made you pass out… you still wouldn’t say a bad word against him. Your eyes softened as tears breached his waterline, making his beautiful lashes clump together.

“No no no no, sweet thing! What’s wrong?!” You coo at him, sitting up. He looks pointedly at your chest. You let out an “oh”.

“Katsuki, this wasn’t your fault. That little boy wouldn’t leave you alone, completely ignoring that I said to leave you alone. He still did, despite you being clearly upset and went to yank on your leash! I couldn’t have them take you away from me, so I chose to take the blow instead,” you said firmly, placing a gentle hand on his clenched fist.

“I would do it a million times over for you,” you murmured to him, softly wiping his tears. He flinched slightly, before shakily nuzzling his hand into your palm.

“You’re my good boy, my sweet Katsuki,” you preen, rubbing your thumb across his cheek. His chest rumbles as he slowly ambles into your bed. He makes eye contact with you, something within him trying to force himself to stop. Your warm eyes don’t however, simply shifting along to make room.

He cuddles into you, careful of your wound as he licks your neck gently.

“M-miiiine,” he tried, the word new as it rolled on his tongue. Your head snapped to him, amazed at his first word. Your eyes watered as you pressed a kiss to his head.

“That’s right, puppy. You’re mine.”

@archer-fb had to expand the first word babe 🤭

[phoenixyfriend]

Did another 'too many links' rec list for reddit

light by loosingletters  - this is probably the best one for what you want

a distant fire is burning by e_va

Sith Killer by Livsy

Post Order 66 Exile AU by Livsy

Celestial Bodies Of The Lonesome Variety (LSD) by Did_you_see_the_light_in_my_heart

Take it from the top and try again by mauvera

there is no death by ashkav

problem dog by vaporeon_ninja

Party at a Sith Dude's House by kakashikrazy256 (the premise includes a convenience marriage)

love is with your brother by Petrichor (Mythmaker)

Sith Lightning, Paperwork, and Other Extreme Sports by DeadStarsRising (includes Anidala but is primarily Anakin & Council)

A Padawan at War (Again) by soft_but_gremlin

Mace Windu Fixes the Timeline... And Breaks it in Whole New Ways by AbsentmindedAuthor98

every planet, every star, every single grain of sand by loosingletters

Fishhooks by yellow_caballero

the massive machinery of hope by Killbothtwins

My Dad the Purge Trooper by Nutella531

Twilight on Owl Creek Bridge by yellow_caballero

Old Promises by Threebea (Beewaggle)

cheers by gigglesandfreckles

Same Heart, Same Blood by loosingletters

forge the iron in your veins by afearsomecritter (jsaer)

Jedi Shmi AU by MirandaTam

Make a Brand New End by Batsutousai

Declarations by Nny11

Impressions. by outpastthemoat

There is another Skywalker by WabiSabi

No Choir and edge of providence by adiduck

Living Memory by elsa3beth

Anakin Skywalker: If Found Please Return To Obi-Wan Kenobi by PhenomenalWoman

Lost and Found by trysomecats

The Little Jedi by PhenomenalWoman

Shifting Sands by chancecraz

Force of Many Sights by DAsObiQuiet

The Dark Path Lit by Sun and Stars by A_Delicate_Fury

Viridescent Skies by DarthSnug (themikeymonster)

Reprise by Elfpen

Living in Borrowed Time by smug_albatross

Old Man Luke by scarletjedi

Don't Look Back by acuteneurosis

Shih by esama

GAR Requsitions by TessaDoesThings

wilder mind by sheApunk89

Dominoes by meridianpony

Sith Lord Swell by AMournfulHowlInTheNight

ARscbpsup by SecretlyAnonymous

The Care and Feeding of Our Jedi by BitterChocolateStars (background ships present)

ForTheRepublic.mp4 by lesbianpadme

An Abundance of Obi-Wans by The_Last_Kenobi

Ghost of Tatooine by SarcasticSketches (references to past Anidala)

R2-D2 Saves the Galaxy (Okay, so Obi-Wan helps a little) by kj_feybarn  (Jangobi and Anidala are technically happening, but half the fic is from R2’s POV and he just finds that all annoying)

And some self-recs:

Accountant of Theed

Late Nights

 A Really Good Book

They Went to Live on a Farm

Pale, Silent, and Covered in Blood

Ah, So YOU are the Reason I've Got a Headache

Nightmares

Anakin and the Jedi Babies

Journey to the Center of the Galaxy

Parole Officer Fulcrum Steals Three Million Babies

A Witch's Favor

Anakin's DNA Wish

Jango Breaks Into Satine’s House (And Criticizes Her Security) (references to Obitine)

A Saturday Morning Adventure

Big Sis 'Soka

[love4rami]

101 dalmatians.

unknown!Oscar Piastri x fem!reader

in which here are a few special moments between young married couple, Oscar Piastri, Y/n Y/l/n and their dogs, Pongo and Perdita.

prompt list

warnings: fluff!!!

walkies. 1 (Pongo POV)

i lived in an old flat in London with my pet, Oscar. although Oscar was Australian we lived in London, he wanted to live here because he thought it was more ‘calming’ and it could be better to pursue his music. Oscar loves playing instruments and singing and writing songs. he wrote songs and lyrics about romance which he new absolutely nothing about. he was a rather handsome man in my case. i just don’t know why he couldn’t find such an attractive mate.

it was 11:00am and Oscar was playing away at the keys on his piano. by the look on poor Oscar’s face, it wasn’t going too well. i was laying on the couch near the window, my head slightly sticking out of it. my eyes wandered as i looked for a lovely young dog with a pet to soothe mine’s loneliness.

my eyes followed a small pug with her head stuck up, her pet looked the exact same. a too short couple, i thought but no, not for Oscar. next i saw a rather fancy breed, a poodle with her head held high, a beautiful trim and a pink bow sat on the neatly kept curls on her head, her pet looked unusually the same as well, nope not Oscar’s type. an old Shih Tzu with her pet, an extremely young Labrador with an extremely young pet. it was a problem, a real problem. but then… well! i do say. the most beautiful creature on four legs. a Dalmatian, just like me. now if only the girl… well! she’s very lovely too!

they were heading for Regent’s park, a perfect meeting place. oh… but Oscar never stops work until after 5, it’ll be to late. but what if… i took my snout and moved the hand over to 5:15. perfect! i barked until Oscar noticed me. i took my red leash in-between my teeth and barked once more. Oscar looked at me, then the clock, then at his watch. he stretched and groaned “after five already?” he asked himself. he changed the time on his watch and stood up. “well then Pongo boy, we best get going” he clasped my leash onto my collar and we were off.

i practically dragged Oscar down the stairs and out the door. i strode down the paths of Regents park, passing multiple dogs i had seen before. i was starting to lose hope. but then i found them. sitting on a bench in-front of a pond. i strode down the path in-front of the woman and her dog. the girl looked up at us a few times. Oscar sat on the grass. i needed to stir up some sort of attention. i took Oscar’s hat off of his head and placed it on the seat next to the pair. and for some odd reason, they left! i tried to follow but Oscar clipped the leash onto my collar. but u still dragged him away. ah-ha! there they were, once Oscar was on his feet, i wrapped my leash around the woman’s legs. they both fell in the water, but, they laughed, and that’s when i knew. they loved each-other and i loved Perdie.

Cruella De-Vil. 2 (Y/n POV)

i was sat on mine and Oscar’s shared couch. me and him were married for about 6 months now. Nanny, our house-keeper brought out our tea and some muffins. “thank you Nanny. Oscar dear! tea-time!” i shouted up to Oscar who was practicing the melody for his new song. it was a rather nice melody, but it just needed some lyrics. Oscar came down and danced around with Pongo, humming his song. my hand covered my mouth as i laughed. then we heard an all-familiar honk of a car. Cruella. Cruella and i went to school together, years ago but we were still friends.

it looked as though Oscar’s ears pricked up at the sound. “oh that must be Cruella. your dearly devoted old friend” Oscar smirked narrowing his eyes at me. he new how much of a self-obsessed person Cruella was. they despised eachother. “Cruella De-Vil. that’s it!” Oscar said again. my eyebrows bunched together. “Cruella De-Vil… Cruella De-Vil… if she doesn’t scare you” he started singing. jumping in-front of me as i headed for the window to see if it was really her. “no evil thing will!” he sung. “oh Oscar!” i said as i swatted his chest playfully. “to see her is to take a sudden… chill!” he carried on. as he sung i felt a finger run up my back and i shouted in surprise. “Cruella, Cruella De-Vil” he stopped, sneaking up to the attic to where he was practicing.

“let her in Nanny!” i shouted as Oscar played the melody loudly. before Nanny could open the door Cruella barged in and walked hurriedly to the living room. “Y/n darling!” she practically screamed. “hello Cruella” she wondered around the first floor of the small house. “where are they? for heaven’s sake where are they?” she shouted repeatedly. “who Cruella?” “the puppies of-course” “they’ll be at-least 3 weeks” i giggled. “would you like some tea?” i asked. “no darling! i’ve got to run! just tell me as soon as the puppies are here!” she boomed with her loud voice as she took off out the door. “goodbye” i said. i flopped down on the couch with a loud sigh. Oscar came down singing again. “you’re no help” i said as i pushed him out of my face, taking me with him.

Oscar spun me around as we danced to his song. we laughed and danced. then we just looked into each-other’s eyes as Pongo barked and jumped around with us. we backed up against a wall and Oscar snuggled his face into my cheek and kissed it. we giggled. “oh you really are an idiot” i chuckled. “i love you” he whispered. “i love you too” then we just stayed there for a few moments, smiling at each-other.

-

should i do a part 2??? thanks for reading and sorry it’s so short!!! ❤️❤️❤️

[cryptoriawebb]

I recently finished rereading Tokyo Mew Mew A La Mode and wanted to draw Mew Berry again❤️ she’s my fave! I also realized it’s been years since I’ve drawn my Mew Mew OC, Cookie. Since the two are best friends in my fan story, who not draw them together?

Included as well is Choco-Chip, Cookie’s pet shih tzu with whom she shares DNA and a psychic link. Love shih tzus❤️

I tried to capture the shoujo vibes of the early 2000s, but I don’t have any screentones😭 ah well

[sonic-wildfire]

Hi, hello! Over two years ago, I did a little leisure project that culminated in a fictitious "Sonic Solar System." Turns out, I looked back on it and wasn't too pleased with how I made the planets back then, so I redid them all with different names and different stats!

Please note I did not include Earth/Mobius because it is more or less the exact same as in real life. Pretend it's between the second and third planets listed here!

Zaqar

(zah-KARR)

Planet type: Rocky furnace

Sky color: Swirling violet and blood red

Axial tilt: 14.6°

Moons: None

Planetary rings: 1 (small, near-invisible, made primarily of gas)

Size (in mass): 2.46 x 1021 tonnes (0.41x the size of Earth)

Radius: 1,623 miles (2,612 km)

Gravity: 0.92x Earth’s gravity

Temperature range: 372°C (701.6°F) to 562°C (1,043.6°F)

Average surface temperature: 467°C (872.6°F)

Water prevalence: None (too hot)

Earth life: Unsuitable for Earth-based life without additional support

Length of day: 55 hours

Length of year: 123 Earth days

Seasonal variations: Slight (temperatures vary only slightly based on the position of the planet over the year)

Namesake: Zaqar (aka Zaq-qar, Dzakar, Zaqiqu, or Ziqiqu), messenger and sukkal of the moon god Sin in Mesopotamian mythology

Fun fact: Zaqar is the only planet in the inner Solar System to have a ring system

Ambika

(AHM-bik-ah)

Planet type: Rocky, with a lethally toxic atmosphere

Sky color: Gold, with bands of blood red, cyan and amber

Moons: 18 (12 large moons)

Planetary rings: None

Size: 1.032 x 1022 tonnes (1.72x the size of Earth)

Radius: 6,809 miles (10,958 km)

Gravity: 0.84x Earth’s gravity

Axial tilt: 72.7°

Temperature range: 60°C (140°F) to 102°C (215.6°F)

Average surface temperature: 81°C (177.8°F)

Water prevalence: 21% (all surface water)

Earth life: Unsuitable for Earth-based life without additional support

Length of day: 26 hours

Length of year: 130 Earth days

Seasonal variations: Extreme (temperatures vary intensely across the year, with a large difference between the hottest and coldest seasons)

Namesake: Ambika (or Ambika Devi), the yakshini ("dedicated attendant deity") of the 22nd Tirthankhara, Neminatha, in Jainism

Fun fact: Ambika is the only planet other than Earth to have a substantial amount of surface water

Shiva

(SHIH-vah)

Planet type: Desert

Sky color: Caramel, with bands of drab orange and brown

Moons: None

Planetary rings: None

Size: 8.46 x 1021 tonnes (1.41x the size of Earth)

Radius: 5,982 miles (8,983 km)

Gravity: 0.81x Earth’s gravity

Axial tilt: 5.4°

Temperature range: 26°C (78.8°F) to 170°C (338°F)

Average surface temperature: 98°C (208.4°F)

Water prevalence: 11% (1% surface water, 10% subterranean)

Earth life: Difficult, but habitable for Earth-based life

Length of day: 36 hours

Length of year: 464 Earth days

Seasonal variations: Distinct (multiple distinct seasons with notable temperature differences during the year)

Namesake: Shiva (aka Mahadeva or Hara, among other names), god of destruction & time, and one of the primordial deities in Hinduism.

Fun fact: Shiva's north pole, through multiple heat-related phenomena, has glass instead of sand on the ground, thus making it extremely reflective

Izanagi

(EE-zah-NAH-gee)

Planet type: Gas giant

Sky color: Red

Moons: 70 (17 large moons)

Planetary rings: 1 (large, dense, made primarily of ice)

Size: 4.2 x 1022 tonnes (7x the size of Earth)

Radius: 27,711 miles (44,597 km)

Gravity: 1.47x Earth’s gravity

Axial tilt: 33.4°

Temperature range: 221°C (429.8°F) to 852°C (1,565.6°F)

Average surface temperature: 537°C (998.6°F)

Water prevalence: None

Earth life: Impossible for Earth-based life to exist (no solid surface, extreme temperatures)

Length of day: 323 Earth days

Length of year: 24 Earth years

Seasonal variations: Distinct (multiple distinct seasons with notable temperature differences during the year)

Namesake: Izanagi, or Izanaki, the primordial god of creation and life in Japanese mythology

Fun fact: Izanagi is the largest planet in the Solar System, and has the largest ring system

Mahakali

(MAH-ha-KAH-lee)

Planet type: Gas giant

Sky color: Smooth orange

Moons: 88 (1 large moon (Mizuchi))

Planetary rings: 2 (narrow, near-invisible, made primarily of gas)

Size: 3 x 1022 tonnes (5x the size of Earth)

Radius: 19,794 miles (31,855 km)

Gravity: 0.86x Earth’s gravity

Axial tilt: 3.3°

Temperature range: 8°C (46.4°F) to 515°C (959°F)

Average surface temperature: 262°C (503.6°F)

Water prevalence: None

Earth life: Impossible for Earth-based life to exist (no solid surface, extreme temperatures)

Length of day: 12 hours

Length of year: 31 Earth years

Seasonal variations: None (the planet’s circular orbit means temperature variations are caused by the day/night cycle only)

Namesake: Mahakali, the goddess of time and death in Shaktism, a major denomination of Hinduism

Fun fact: Mahakali's cyclonic storm in its southern hemisphere is the largest observed such storm in the Solar System

Haneunim

(ha-NU-nim)

Planet type: Ice giant

Sky color: Aquamarine

Moons: 113 (19 large moons)

Planetary rings: 1 (narrow, near-invisible, made primarily of ice)

Size: 2.262 x 1022 tonnes (3.77x the size of Earth)

Radius: 14,925 miles (24,019 km)

Gravity: 0.83x Earth’s gravity

Axial tilt: 49.3°

Temperature range: -185°C (-301°F) to 306°C (582.8°F)

Average surface temperature: 61°C (141.8°F)

Water prevalence: 1% (supercritical water)

Earth life: Impossible for Earth-based life to exist (no solid surface, high pressures, extreme temperatures)

Length of day: 296 Earth days

Length of year: 85 Earth years

Seasonal variations: Extreme (temperatures vary intensely across the year, with a large difference between the hottest and coldest seasons)

Namesake: Haneunim, or Hanunim, god of the sky in Korean mythology

Fun fact: Haneunim has the most moons of any one planet in the Solar System

Kianda

(kee-YAHN-dah)

Planet type: Ice giant

Sky color: Intense blue

Moons: 92 (12 large moons)

Planetary rings: None

Size: 2.85 x 1022 tonnes (4.75x the size of Earth)

Radius: 18,804 miles (30,262 km)

Gravity: 1.38x Earth’s gravity

Axial tilt: 45.8°

Temperature range: -154°C (-245.2°F) to 75°C (167°F)

Average surface temperature: -40°C (-40°F)

Water prevalence: 10% (supercritical water)

Earth life: Impossible for Earth-based life to exist (no solid surface, high pressures, extreme temperatures)

Length of day: 44 hours

Length of year: 88 Earth years

Seasonal variations: Extreme (temperatures vary intensely across the year, with a large difference between the hottest and coldest seasons)

Namesake: Kianda, or Dandalunda, goddess of the sea, the waters, and a protector of fishermen in traditional Angolan culture

Fun fact: Kianda's low-altitude clouds cast shadows on the cloud deck

Ereshkigal

(ur-RESH-keh-gal)

Planet type: Frozen

Sky color: Swirling bronze and slate

Moons: 1 (Wollunqua)

Planetary rings: None

Size: 2.58 x 1021 tonnes (0.43x the size of Earth)

Radius: 1,702 miles (2,740 km)

Gravity: 1.18x Earth’s gravity

Axial tilt: 35.1°

Temperature range: -196°C (-320.8°F) to -96°C (-140.8°F)

Average surface temperature: -146°C (-230.8°F)

Water prevalence: 9% (deep subterranean liquid water)

Earth life: Unsuitable for Earth-based life without additional support

Length of day: 508 Earth days

Length of year: 205 Earth years

Seasonal variations: Slight (temperatures vary only slightly based on the position of the planet over the year)

Namesake: Ereshkigal, or Irkalla, goddess and queen of the underworld and the dead in Sumerian mythology

Fun fact: Ereshkigal was initially classified as a dwarf planet upon its discovery, but was eventually reclassified as a planet years later after further research

[dozing-marshmallow]

GETTING A DOG WITH CHRIS MCLEAN HEADCANONS

The house was empty with just you and Chris.

And you were a long way from having children with him.

So, you asked him something that wasn’t as demanding as children, but all the more loveable.

At first, he refused,“We already have enough pets in our backyard, (Y/N)!”

He means those wild animals...?,“Those aren’t pets, Chris... They don’t live with us and they can look after themselves.”

“Oh, so you want a feeble animal to depend on you like the sick freak you are?”

When he said it like that...

“Joooooking! It’s a joke, don’t be sad!” he pets your head,“Let’s go get ourselves a dog.”

A dog? But he’s already owned three in the past. Why not get a kitty instead?

“Eh. I’d prefer to get an animal that likes me.” what a flawed answer.

“Chris, cats do like their owners.” you explained, doodling the head of a cat on his hand with a marker,“Just because they’re reserved, it doesn’t mean they hate you.”

He begged to differ,“Mhm. Walking away whenever I try pet them is love, yeah? No thanks. Dogs don’t have a social battery, much like me, and they all love me. They don’t just sleep around all day, they want to spend time with me.”

Okay then.

You make it to the pet store with him, taking longer than you guys thought it would to actually look at the dogs.

After all, the store had tarantulas, snakes, fishes.

Things you saw most of the time on the island, but looking so different seeing them in a tank.

“Aw, Chris... Look at this Turkish Angora.” you cooed at the pretty kitty at one point, who stared up at you with captivating blue eyes.

He takes one look at the white furry face,“Meh.”

“You just wanna look at dog pens?”

“Duh.” he responds condescendingly, frown twitching at you being the one wasting time.

“Alright.” you scoff, going ahead,“Don’t look me like you weren’t gawking at that axolotl for fifteen minutes.”

“They’re cute!” he tried to justify, catching up to you.

You finally get to the dogs, this aisle naturally being the loudest part of the pet store with their barking and playing.

“There’s so many choices!” you exclaim, leaping from one stall to the other,“Shih tzus, western terriers, beagles, dachshunds! Ah! They have everything here! I wish I could take all of them home!”

“And have my house smelly and scruffy? No thanks.” Chris sneers, no compassionate thought spared towards any of the breeds you mentioned,“Let’s just find one already.”

One of them will melt him,“Look at the chihuahuas here!”

“Hmm...” he peers down at the bundle of the tinier dogs, yipping at him, haven’t touching his interest.

“What’s with that look? Chriiiis.” you knew what could be going through his head,“Chihuahuas aren’t as bad as the media makes them out to be!”

“It’s not that...” his voice creeps with uncertainty,“They’re just...well...permanently small, aren’t they?”

“You mean you wanna get a big dog?” you twist your head to the end of the corridor, seeing there were quite a number of pens you have yet to look at,“There should be some down there!”

And there were! “Now we’re talking!” Chris eventually approves, watching the batch of huskies.

“They’re very beautiful... Though I was hoping I could pick up the dog.” you had every right to estimate that. These dogs were probably taller than you if they stood on their hind legs.

“Tough luck, dogs aren’t made to be carried.” Chris scornfully responds to your dream, before sighing,“If it means that much to you, I suppose we can get one as a baby... Hm...”

He had difficulty picking. You were fine with any breed, so you proposed to him,“How about I go buy the dog essentials while you pick the one you want?”

“Really?” there was this paw of gratitude that glittered his eye for a second, before he bashed it away with an egoistical,“I mean yeah sure, whatever, I know the one I’ll pick is gonna be right anyway. See you in a bit.”

You internally grieve from the way these dogs you met earlier looked at you as you walked past them. How long will these precious animals need to wait for the perfect family to take them home? The one... Such a shame he stuck to his word this time.

Whether Chris wanted to or not, you were definitely going to personally put some more money towards animal shelters.

By the time you were done paying and had carrier bags of dog treats, bowls, a bed, and toys, you set off on your journey back to the dog aisle to reunite with Chris, just for it to be completed halfway through as he had thought the same, newly sporting something in his hand too: a lead attached to a picturesque polar bear like dog next to him, with its tongue hanging out in a smile.

“I decided to get the Samoyed.” he grinned,“I was stuck between that or the German shepherd, but then I thought, why not get something new?”

“Aw...!” you bend down to pet the dog’s fur, the Samoyed, who was very welcoming, even cocking its head to invite you into doing so. The vanilla strands of its body fluffed in mighty submission under your hand, feeling too heavenly to be tangible,“Such a pretty dog! Is it a male or female, and did you give it a name yet?” you didn’t hear your voice pitching higher.

“It’s a boy dog, and no, I haven’t figured out a name yet, which is weird, since I am fantastic at those.” his tone too mystified at his current lack of creativity.

A random suggestion popped into mind after looking into the eyes of the big dog, noticing his being very similar to Chris’,“How about Lavender?”

“Lavender? Seriously? I can’t imagine calling him that! He’s not even purple! It makes no sense!” Chris criticised immediately.

Sheesh, you didn’t think it that bad of a name,“Alright then, what were some that you had?” you asked, straightening your legs back up.

“Snow orrr Snowball.”

“...”

“...Lavender, it is.”

Perfectly timed, Lavender let out a howl, sugaring Chris’ lemon mouth into stroking him with adoration.

“Aw!” he was back in the shoes of his fans,“I love this dog!”

Who couldn’t? He hadn’t been with Chris for a whole day and his person had already changed. Dogs... Purer than man could ever be.

[gods-chosen-emperor]

Young Kaiser, here I am again the reporter and we are recording in Munich. 📸✨️⁉️✨️📸✨️🎥

There is a fan, who I'm sure you know, who sent some very interesting questions. I'll leave the questions on the screen for you.

So, how are you going to respond?

🎤🎤📸🎤🎤📸✨️🎤⁉️✨️🎥📸🎤✨️⁉️✨️⁉️🎥⁉️✨️⁉️📸🎤✨️⁉️✨️🎥⁉️🎥🎤⁉️✨️⁉️🎥⁉️⁉️

Ah.

Ahem.

1. Yes, of course I do. Didn't get my tattoo for nothing.

2. Probably. Ness has suggested it once.

3. ... Maybe? That's a stupid question.

4. Shih tzus. (It's fucking not Ness!)

5. It's a secret :)

[pocketramblr]

Ah, and, well, you know me. 👉👈 DCAU? Or Mandoade and Jetiise? Spare Prime Torino for Shih?? 🥺

Winter Break WiPmas

Mandoade and Jetiise Headcanon- Sorahiko took a course or two about his home planet when at the Temple, but never went back to look for his family after leaving, only staying with Nana.

Exert-

“Who is this?” “Hikage Shinomori. My buir was in your traat’aliit.” “Your buir?” Hikage heard the question Kudo wasn’t asking. “Died two years ago, there was a trap from the dar’jetii. You’re heading for another one, I think.” There were a lot of terms for death, in Mando’a. Hikage didn’t say Pudiri marched away- taab'echaaj'la. He didn’t even say xe died in battle- r'ash'amu. Just died. Ru'ramaana.

DCAU Headcanon- Kurogiri was created when Shouta tried to trade half his life for half of Oboro's. Neither of them were pleased with the outcome of that deal, but Shouta made sure the demon wasn't either, without altering any of the wording. You'd think they'd like. learn their lesson about not making deals with demons after that but no

Exert:

When Sorahiko warned Nana of a missile incoming far too fast for him to intercept, of course she jumped in herself to do it. Her arms strained and her shoulders complained at the jolt, but the worst part was how her bracers vibrated against the crumpling hot metal of the missile, a clang that shook to her bones. It wasn't the impact that made her gasp, though. Just grit her teeth and throw herself forward more. That’s when she got a glimpse of what was inside the- The probably not-a-missile. The hopefully not-a-missile. The Nana-prayed-to-all-the-gods-and-would-consider-even-the-new-ones-her-mother-hated that it was not-a-missile. And that’s when she gasped, and her grip slipped. She corrected in a moment, but her landing on the sandbar was awkward, put politely. Less graceful than some of Sorahiko’s crashes, put more honestly. She spat out sand and probably swallowed more of it as she threw herself up and towards the she-was-going-to-kill-someone-if-it-was-a-missile. She slammed her hands against the metal, sweating from effort or panic or the heat to peel it away. It had been built to withstand a lot, though. The baby inside blinked at her.

[setsuuestsu]

Your Sope fics are so sweet! Can you write one about Hobi having a bad cold, which makes him needy/clingy/seek out a lot of cuddles from Yoongi. And then Yoongi catches his cold because of it. Thank you!

I’m so sorry this took so long 😭 I moved and my anxiety is at a high rn cause of the world tensions and I hope everyone is safe currently! Anyways, not super satisfied with how this turned out so I apologize!

“Seok-ah? Are you home?”

Yoongi pulled his key to the apartment out from the doorknob, struggling a bit and eventually having to yank the key out of the lock. It took his balance away from him from a moment due to the amount of force he used. He caught himself, then shut the door. 

The lights were off but he could see well enough that his eyes caught on Hoseok’s pair of chunky sneakers that he genuinely wondered how the younger male wore. They were like, the greatest sin cursed upon society. He had tried to wear them once and nearly broke an ankle. Usually Hoseok’s shoes were meticulously placed on the carpet by the door because god forbid a shoe be out of place, but now they were haphazardly in a pile. 

That was unusual.

“Seok-ah?” he called again, slightly worried now. He quietly headed towards the couch, but Hoseok wasn’t there. There were signs of life though, as the blanket was balled into the corner of the couch and a pillow was on the floor. 

He headed down the hallway towards their bedroom, sighing in relief when he saw Hoseok passed out and snoring on the bed. He didn’t even have the covers over him. 

Gently tapping Hoseok’s shoulder, he waited for the younger to wake up. “Hey, Seok-ah. Wake up for hyung.”

Bleary eyes opened to meet him. “Hyung?”

Yoongi could hear the congestion lacing Hoseok’s voice and frowned. “Hey, how are you feeling?”

“Like my Thursday dance class got me sick.” he croaked, coughing slightly.

He pressed a hand to Hoseok’s forehead, thanking every deity out there when he didn’t feel any abnormal heat. He always hated seeing Hoseok sick. “I hope it’s just a cold.”

The younger male nodded, nose twitching slightly. “It is. Yeon-su and Seung-jin came in all hh—sniffly and sad the other day but they were hh—so cute and I couldn’t help but hh-hug them.” He pouted, which made him even cuter.

“hh-hETShii!” 

Yoongi blessed him and passed him a tissue. As Hoseok blew his nose, Yoongi ran his fingers through his boyfriend’s hair.

“Hyungie, I want cuddles!” Hoseok whined, voice stuffy. He was shivering, though Yoongi couldn’t tell if it was from his cold or the temperature outside, which was pretty chilly and windy. (And cold season, so no wonder Hoseok had caught one)

Mentally cooing over how adorable his boyfriend looked, Yoongi patted him on the shoulder. “Maybe later, okay? I’m guessing you haven’t eaten and we need to get some cold medicine in you.”

Hoseok buried his face into his pillow and Yoongi could hear him grumbling about how unfair he was being. With a small chuckle, he exited the room, though not after stroking Hoseok’s head first. 

From the kitchen, he heard Hoseok coughing and each time, Yoongi winced in sympathy. The coughing sounded painful. He started on the soup first, then grabbed the kettle to start boiling water for tea. After waiting an awkward five minutes, he poured the broth into a mug and the hot water for tea into another mug. 

He hears Hoseok sneeze again from the other room and the rapid sniffling that follows. 

Picking up the mugs of tea and broth, he headed for the bedroom, nearly tripping over Mickey, Hoseok’s Shih Tzu, but catching himself against the wall just in time. 

“Come on, Mickey-ah.” he murmurs, gesturing to the bedroom door with his neck. “Let’s go see Seok-ah.” 

When he enters the bedroom, Hoseok is turned with his back facing the door. Yoongi can hear the soft snores coming from the younger’s stuffy nose. As much as he hated having to wake Hoseok up, he knew the younger male needed medicine. 

“Seok-ah, wake up.” He gently shook Hoseok’s shoulder. His boyfriend didn’t respond, only grumbling and trying to shake Yoongi’s hand off. Yoongi let out a small chuckle and helped Hoseok into a sitting position. 

Hoseok coughs and sniffles once he’s up, mumbling about how he’s too tired. Yoongi forces him to swallow the cold medicine and tea and climbs into the bed next to him. 

“Drink the tea and the broth, okay?” He gave Hoseok a stern but caring look. “We need to get you healthy again.” 

“Hyungie, cuddles!” Hoseok insisted, burying his face into Yoongi’s shoulders after setting both mugs down. Yoongi ran his fingers through Hoseok’s hair and laid them both down. The younger immediately curled closer to Yoongi (almost possessively, not that Yoongi minded). Knowing he probably wasn’t going to be let up anytime soon, Yoongi accepted his fate and wrapped his arms around Hoseok underneath the thick blankets.

“Kisses!”

As much as he loved to kiss his boyfriend, this cold didn’t sound good and he didn’t particularly want to catch it. “Seok-ah …”

Yeah, who was he kidding? Kisses sounded great.

His lips met Hoseok’s and he could feel the younger melt from his touch. After a few moments, Hoseok had to pull away to sneeze twice, so Yoongi rolled to the side to grab him a tissue. 

As awake as he was now, he looked at Hoseok’s drowsy eyes and he figured it was time to turn the lights out (the things they do for love).

“Night, Seok-ah.”

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The next morning, Yoongi wakes up and feels himself boiling under the covers. He panicked, thinking that maybe he’s caught Hoseok’s cold, but then he feels a weight on his chest and opens his eyes. Hoseok is fast asleep and still snoring. He’s still a little warm, but it's better than how warm he was the day before. 

Deciding he should let Hoseok sleep a little more, Yoongi moved to roll out of the bed, but a hand caught his wrist. 

“Hyungie …”

He let Hoseok pull him down again. “Hey, how are you feeling?”

Hoseok’s breath hitches and he stops for a moment. “H-hyung? Can you grab me a ti-hh-ssue?”

Reaching to the nightstand next to the bed, Yoongi plucks a handful of tissues out of the box and quickly hands them to Hoseok, who sneezes a triple. He’s left miserable and sniffly afterwards. 

“I think it’s time for some more meds, Seok.”

Hoseok, who usually insists he doesn’t need medicine, agrees. That only shows Yoongi how miserable Hoseok is feeling. “I’ll be right back, honey.”

Since it was a small apartment, the walk from the bedroom to the kitchen wasn’t far. He measured out the cold medicine (liquid form this time), made some more tea, and headed back for the bedroom. Hoseok was sitting up and pouting, nose and eyes red and puffy. 

Yoongi thought he looked adorable. 

“Here.” He handed Hoseok the tiny cup of medicine first. “Take that.”

The younger shot him a look of disgust but obeyed and took the medicine (shot-style). “It's so … yucky.”

He handed Hoseok the tea next. “This’ll help.”

This time, he didn’t protest, drinking the tea quickly. Desperate times called for desperate measures, Yoongi supposed. And cold medicine seemed like a desperate time.

Hoseok coughed, throat scratchy and rough. He took another sip of the tea. “Hyungie, cuddles?”

How could anyone say no to that?

Yoongi climbed back into the bed, wrapping his arms around Hoseok and pulling his sick lover closer. Hoseok was always cold when he was sick, even if it was just a small cold like this one, and it just so happened that Yoongi liked keeping Hoseok close. 

Mickey, noticing that he wasn’t getting proper attention, jumped onto the bed and curled up on top of Hoseok and Yoongi, further adding to the warmth. 

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That afternoon, Yoongi woke up to his own scratchy throat and stuffy nose. 

Well, that was to be expected with how much Hoseok had been near him. 

Hoseok was still fast asleep, mouth open slightly due to how congested he was. He could hear the slight whistle of Hoseok’s nose as his boyfriend tried to breathe. Yoongi cringed realizing that that would probably be him in a few more hours. 

Deciding that he could probably use some cold medicine himself, Yoongi tried to get up and out of bed. Of course, this only made Hoseok’s brow furrow and he tried to grip him tighter. 

Of course. 

“Seok-ah, Hyung has to get up.” Yoongi explained to the sleeping figure. He sniffled, cringing as his nose ran. “And in order to do so, you have to let go of Hyung.”

“Mine.” Hoseok mumbled possessively. He pressed himself closer to Yoongi. 

Well, he could get up later. 

It seemed they would be here a while. 

[shih-coulda-had-it]

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I can't stop imagining what Nanahiko would look like in genderbend ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

Tall woman!Sorahiko and male!Nana, loving his tall wife ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ

my biggest belief in genderbent nanahiko is that they do have to retain certain qualities. in other words:

sora(hiko) dresses masc, has a butch haircut, and does not play well as an adoptive mother. this woman IS going to beat up the teenager in the name of training, and she IS going to be that granny torino who beats up the grand-student.

nana (in an incredibly self-indulgent AU that @thisauthorisscreaming and i developed, nana's name is shichi) still has longer hair, has the chest of any self-respecting gymrat, and remains, out of all the one for all holders, the canonical fucker

[aixwzzvapm]

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para no dejarlos en espera, aqui les traigo pt2 de datos curiosos de vampiros!! en el post anterior hablamos sobre su origen, ahora hablaremos de datos curiosos no muy conocidos que he investigado.

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En el folclore eslavo original (donde surgió la palabra "vampiro"), los vampiros no siempre chupaban sangre. A menudo eran más como "monstruos fantasmas" que causaban enfermedades o infortunios en una aldea, similares a poltergeists. La idea de que solo beben sangre se popularizó más tarde en Europa occidental.

Más allá de la mordida: Además de la clásica mordedura, el folclore ofrece muchas formas de convertirse en vampiro: ser un licántropo previamente, ser hechicero, ser hijo bastardo de padres también bastardos, morir antes de ser bautizado, nacer con dientes, o ser "el séptimo hijo del séptimo hijo".

El "vampiro" chino y su deseo sexual: Los vampiros chinos, llamados "ch'iang shih", eran descritos con ojos rojos y garras afiladas. Se decía que tenían un fuerte instinto y deseo sexual, y sus víctimas solían ser mujeres. A medida que "consumían" a sus víctimas, adquirían poderes como volar, cambiar de forma y convertirse en lobos, además de una larga cabellera blanca. (ojalá me ataque uno 😔)

No todos los vampiros temen al sol o al ajo: Aunque la imagen moderna los presenta como seres que se desintegran con la luz solar y que son repelidos por el ajo, en algunas culturas antiguas, estas vulnerabilidades no eran tan marcadas o ni siquiera existían. La sensibilidad a la luz solar en el mito podría estar relacionada con la porfiria, una enfermedad que causa ampollas en la piel al exponerse al sol. En cuanto al ajo, algunas teorías sugieren que su repulsión podría provenir de que ciertos derivados del ajo pueden agravar la porfiria.

El origen de la palabra "vampiro": La palabra "vampiro" apareció por primera vez en el idioma inglés en 1732. Antes de eso, se utilizaban términos locales para describir a estas criaturas.

Orígenes reales de los mitos: Muchas de las "plagas" de vampiros en pueblos antiguos eran en realidad brotes de enfermedades poco comprendidas, como la tuberculosis, que causaba palidez y debilidad, siendo confundida con el vampirismo. La gente desenterraba los cuerpos y les aplicaba "curas" antivampíricas.

Contadores compulsivos: Un detalle pasado por alto es que los vampiros pueden ser contadores compulsivos. Si les arrojas una bolsa de arroz o semillas de mostaza, se sentirán obligados a detenerse y contar cada grano, dándote tiempo para escapar.

Vampiros de diferentes dietas: Algunos vampiros folclóricos no se alimentaban de sangre humana. Por ejemplo, el Grobnik del folclore búlgaro se alimentaba de ganado y cadáveres de animales.

Más allá de murciélagos y lobos, el folclore incluye vampiros que pueden transformarse en gatos negros, perros, búhos, ratones, o incluso en niebla o humo. En el folclore rumano, el strigoi puede transformarse en un animal doméstico.

No todos los vampiros son inmortales o invulnerables. En algunas tradiciones, especialmente si son "jóvenes" o débiles, pueden ser susceptibles a enfermedades o incluso a un envejecimiento gradual, aunque muy lento, si no se alimentan correctamente.

eso es todo por ahora, espero que les guste!!

dato que nadie le importa: cuando estaba en el kinder, me decian la "niña vampiro" por mi piel pálida y las ojeras. Recuerdo que hasta tuve un "novio" en ese entonces y para "demostrarle mi amor" yo le mordia el cuello (atrevida 🗣) y un tiempo después seguían llamándome vampiro, por el mismo hecho y tmb pq siempre me vestía de negro y siempre salía de noche (no soporto el sol) y aparte de que duermo de cabeza o mas bien, ni duermo JAJAJ. ah! y me dan miedo las estacas de madera (tal vez por un trauma de que mi mamá me golpeo con una de esas, quien sabe)

y otra cosa!

En algunas tradiciones eslavas, se creía que un vampiro podía tener varias "vidas" o "almas", y para destruirlo completamente, había que destruir cada una de ellas. Esto a veces se representaba como la necesidad de clavarle varias estacas en diferentes partes del cuerpo o realizar múltiples rituales.

en el siguiente post hablaremos de los zombies! ¿que les parece? (y estoy trabajando en uno sobre datos curiosos de las medusas)

see you, guys!

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[neutrallyobsessed]

You don’t know this about me, but I’m a huge fan of AAI 1 and my #1 rare pair that has no screen time and no one else ships is -

Callisto Yew x Jacques Portsman

I can’t even really explain why.

Well, it doesn't surprise me as I've your quite excellent taste~! And this ship, I must say, it's very interesting, very nice, I'm compelled to making some fanart Uw0 Alright, onto the questions~~

WoAHH I Ship It!!!!!!! ^0^

What made you ship it?

It honestly does makes sense, despite not sharing screentime they did work togheter in the smugling ring, it's entirely possible that they interacted and something might have happend

What are your favorite things about the ship?

They both seem like very joyful and upbeat people, their attitudes can really mash well togheter and most importantly, they're evil people in loooove~~♡♡♡ that's always epic!

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

Ah well ive been introduced to this ship basically now so uhh how do we feel about the two faced girlie dating both Jacques as Calisto and Lang as Shih-na?

Portsyew taste like: Adulterated Sports Drink! The refreshing and energizing frutal taste has been added a cap of alcohol, this will bring mischeif and madness in the long run... and I'm all for it~!

[goatgoesmbe]

Hey mbe. Saw u request pics of pets. Before I hand over my dogs. Let me rant just a little. I have notifs on for u and had 77 and I was like ooh let’s scroll thru the news. I just got home from the ER bc I’ve been having an allergic reaction to SOMETHING and then today I wasn’t able to speak and it was hard to breathe. And since I live in the good ole us of a. Soonest appt for an allergist is in late may. I have to go buy an epipen since that was the main thing that fixed me earlier but I’m just dreading the price tag on it… do I want to breathe that bad? Not really!

Alright alright enough sad sack hour. Here’s the dogs I promised! The sheltie is my literal son, I birthed him, he’s mine, he’s my boy, Otto. And the bichon shih tzu is Rutherford.

Rutherford is turning 12 (he’s a cranky crotchety old man. Doesn’t like people on his lawn. Snores. Farts.) Otto is 6. Otto is my shadow and he follows me everywhere. When I get up he’s like YEAH IM IN WHERE ARE WE GOING WHAT ARE WE DOING ILL DO ANYTHING WE CAN GET FOOD KILL SOMEBODY OR AH! THE APPLE ORCHARD!!!

They both beg for food like they’ve never been fed a day in their lives. Rutherford is NOT in gay baby jail. He isn’t allowed upstairs bc he pisses on the carpet like an asshole. We have that gate there and he throws a fit if I don’t give him love when I come home from work. I work with dogs so it’s important my dogs don’t get all over the germs on me, so they stare and guilt trip me like that.

Here’s to hanging in there mbe. Let’s fucking go. Let’s boost morale. (Someone get me an allergist stat)

Im so sorry to hear that, i hope u feel better soon ❤️❤️❤️

And i love them bothh, their faces be so babyyy

I dont think they could commit any crime, im their lawyer now