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#THAT'S AN ACTUAL BABY PUPPY

deadsetobsessions · 4 months

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It’s been months since he’s settled into life at Wayne Manor. It’s hilarious that they don’t think he knows about their obvious nightlife (and that’s coming from someone whose hero name was just their last name spelled differently) but they don’t know anything about his own past as a vigilante. To be fair, a dimensionally displaced Ghost King wasn’t really on the board for reasonable guesses. Danny Fenton blinked innocently at Duke, blue eyes watery and oh-so-trusting of his adopted older brother when Duke claimed that his bruising came from getting caught in Ivy’s attack on the busses today.

(“Oh my god he’s so trusting and pure what the hell?” He heard Steph whisper to Dick, who nodded emphatically.)

“Oh man, you should get some rest. You guys are seriously unlucky, you know? Do you need to go to the hospital?” Danny asked Duke, his core trilling as he allowed himself to fuss over a member of his ‘fraid.

“Nah, man. I’m good. I think I’ll take a nap and sleep it off.”

“Okay. Oh, here!” Danny fumbled for his bag, grabbing his prescribed pain meds- for his chronic pain, but they don’t actually do anything for him since his ectoplasm burns away most of it- and handed it to Duke. “Take one, and only one. Those bruises look nasty.”

And then Danny gave him the puppy dog eyes and Duke folded, because Danny knew that he wasn’t supposed to hand his meds out but these situations were kind of the reason he claimed chronic pain to being with (even if it was true and his hands shook with aftershocks).

“Thanks, Danny. I feel like death warmed over.”

Danny laughed, the opportunity to mess with the family sparking in his head. “Yeah, I’ve died before. Wouldn’t recommend it.”

With that, Danny threw Duke an easy going smile and walked towards his room, bag on his back.

From his peripherals, Danny watched Jason drop his bowl of snacks, Dick’s pale face, and the concerned and shocked look of everyone else. Except Damian, who just kind of scowled thoughtfully. Tim looked like he was going to rip Danny apart like an interesting puzzle, Cass sat up straight (and he made sure every micro expression he caught on others stayed unconcerned on his own body), and Duke froze.

He snickered- well out of regular earshot- as whispers and whispered shouts rung out after he left the room.

He can’t wait to drop the “I know you’re vigilantes” bomb on them. It’ll be hilarious.

#danny phantom #dc x dp #tim drake #dick grayson #duke thomas #Danny is ghost king #Danny messes with the bat fam by trauma dumping #he’s like I’ll drop lore as a prank #but he actually got attached and is sharing trauma as a form of trust #bruce wayne #batman #batfam #those baby blues #Danny uses puppy dog eyes #it’s super effective #they think he’s the most normal #they’re (heh) dead wrong

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kayvsworld · 3 months

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where’s that post that’s like. calling bucky borky makes me think of a small yappy dog. extremely true he is the grumpiest puppy on earth and everyone in the notes of my bucky doodles are taking turns patting him on the head and calling him a baby

#the greatest reward for drawing bucky art is when the bucky people appear in my notes and lose their minds #they’re all so right he IS a baby angel he IS a small puppy that’s TRUE actually #at some point I’m going to have to draw him as a lil German shepherd I can feel it. puppy energies #kayvswords #tbd

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moghedien · 5 days

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I think Shadowheart is a werewolf and the biggest evidence to me is the fact that she has “I’m the goodest girl” syndrome but with specifically how individual people view her not like her overall moral goodness. Like even while she’s doing her best to serve an evil goddess she’s just like “I’ll be the best servant of darkness there is!” because she just wants Shar to think she’s a good girl and give her little treats. Like regardless of how this makes sense with dnd lycanthrope lore, Shadowheart has that dog in her and it’s been domesticated

#Shar stealing Shadowheart like ‘gonna corrupt this baby lycanthrope #like ‘lets take the manifestation of my sisters most wild and chaotic power and use that against her’#but actually she just got a little puppy dog 🐶#shadowheart #bg3 #baldur's gate 3

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britcision · 3 months

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So I’m doing a bunch of little things I’m calling After Dinner Mints for post final fight Dungeon Meshi (cuz the goal is they’ll be short and sweet) but

It just hit me

Kabru went and kicked Mithrun’s ass into gear after having his last desire removed and not thinking there was anything else to do with his life now

Kabru

Kabru whose whole teen and adult life was about finding a way to get rid of all of the dungeons forever so Utaya couldn’t happen again

Which

Y’know

They just did that

And if Kabru even thinks “well shit what do I do with my life now” Mithrun’s gonna hone in on him like a shark and beat his ass like he did after the “the world is ending and it’s all my fault” soliloquy

Sooooo that might be a slightly longer thing

#delicious in dungeon #dungeon meshi #dungeon meshi spoilers #kabru #kabru dungeon meshi #mithrun #mithrun dungeon meshi #kabumisu #also featured in the mints: mithrun following senshi around like a puppy #senshi telling the canaries that actually no no one loves a canary more than a miner #(and then all the canaries following senshi around like baby ducklings)#(except cithis because she’s too cool to have her worldview rocked by one (1) wholesome dwarf)#(she claims)#kabru and rin having a talk about what comes next with no more dungeons #the canaries packing up to go home and hiding kabru in mithrun’s luggage #the canaries packing up to possibly go back to prison but fleki otta and lycion are in mithrun’s luggage #tbh it’s a good thing mithrun doesn’t care about stuff there’s no space left #some naughty soul (probably fleki) making matching shirts that says The Leftovers for mithrun falin and thistle #and probably some other stuff as the demons in my soul demand Scenarios #all for the good ship kabumisu i have a gun #the convicts all ship it pattadol is unconvinced but leaning in #you can’t drop a squad of fantasy tumblr users and expect me not to be deranged about them #spoilers

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bird-inacage · 1 year

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Sky’s Doe Eyes VS Prapai’s Puppy Eyes

(PART 1) / (PART 2)

Sky’s doe eyes tend to make an appearance in an adorable, i-need-some-love, vulnerable sort of way. Prapai’s puppy eyes tend to make an appearance in a pouty, sulky, please-look-at-me kind of way.

They’re equally as dangerous. Which is your favourite?

#LITA #love in the air #love in the air series #prapaisky #paisky #prapai x sky #sky x prapai #LITA comparisons gifset #sky's doe eyes #prapai's puppy eyes #how could you say no to either of those faces???#actual babies

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fox-guardian · 2 years

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[ID: Traditional black and white drawings of Tim Stoker and his pets, Poundcake and Big Man Fudge. Tim is a mid-sized Latino man with a side-shaved mullet pulled into a tiny ponytail, ear gauges, a small goatee, arm hair, and glasses. He is wearing a cardigan with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a v-neck t-shirt, and pants. Poundcake is a pitbull dog with medium fur with white on her paws, chest, and the tip of her tail. She is wearing a collar with a bone-shaped tag. Big Man Fudge is a round cat with dark fur and chubby cheeks.

The first image shows Tim cradling Poundcake as a puppy in one arm and rubbing her belly with his other hand. He is kissing her forehead and saying "I love you, Poundcake~" with a heart pointing to where he's kissing her forehead. She is leaning into him and smiling with her tongue out and with her paw resting over his hand.

The second image shows two panels of Poundcake and Big Man Fudge. Poundcake is laying down looking at him while he stretches, and the next panel shows him flopping over against her with a fwump and stretching again while she smiles with her tongue flopping out and her tail wags, hearts floating by her head. All four of his paws have the toes spread out and his cheek is smushed against her leg. end ID]

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I am forever thinking of two things: Tim's dog Poundcake from @archivistbot lore and Lil Baby Fudge (graduated to Big Man Fudge as an adult) from the Mallow Family AU. They mean everything to me.

#fg's art #the magnus archives #tma #tim stoker #tim's dog poundcake #lil baby fudge mallow #big man fudge mallow #tim stoker with a puppy is something that can actually be so personal *weeping*

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plastikletters · 3 months

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tried mending for the first time ever

(I chose red thread so I could see it easier since it’s my first time)

this sock had a GIANT hole in it (from washing I think). like. the thing was hanging on by a couple THREADS & I managed to (badly) sew it back together

it might look atrocious INITIALLY, buuuuuuut…..

…when styled normally, you can’t even tell which one is mended ^___^ so I call it a win. especially for someone who’s never ever picked up a needle in their life before this 😭

#this is actually incredibly fun though. I underestimated how much I’d like sewing #very VERY excited to start my battle jacket now #sewing #mending #baby bat #puppy punk #my diy #rambles

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tennessoui · 1 year

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For The propmts, "I can't trust you"

hi hello!!!

this is set in my "there was only one desk" au, where obi-wan and anakin, well. share a desk in the office and hate each other.

"""""hate each other"""""

(1.5k) (angst here and now but actually the stupidest thing ever)

The person sitting at Obi-Wan’s desk is not, in fact, Obi-Wan Kenobi. For one thing, it’s a woman with a severe red bobcut and better fashion sense than Kenobi’s ever had. For another thing, Anakin can’t actually remember a time when he’s made the trek up to the twelfth floor just to annoy Kenobi only for the man to not give him attention. So this woman, who doesn’t even raise her eyes to look at him when he’s standing next to her desk, can’t be Kenobi.

“Uh,” Anakin says. He’s holding a singular cupcake on a plate in both hands, red velvet because Obi-Wan hates red velvet and with a candle in the icing because Obi-Wan is extremely paranoid about the sensitivity of the sprinkler system. “Who are you?”

The woman’s fingers pause on the keyboard and she looks up at him sharply. With a raised eyebrow, she tilts her head to the nameplate on Obi-Wan’s desk.

Bo-Katan Kryze it reads.

Anakin blinks. “Do you—share this desk with Obi-Wan?”

“I don’t know who that is. I sit here every day,” Kryze says. “Is there something I can help you with?” She makes it clear that she believes there is absolutely nothing she wants to help him with.

“Um.” Anakin stares at her uninterested face, the nameplate, the desk itself.

He realizes rather suddenly that the plants are gone. All of Obi-Wan’s plants are gone, and in their places are picture frames filled with pictures of strangers, a standing calendar, and a souvenir mug.

“No,” he says slowly. “Sorry.”

“No worries,” the woman says, turning back to her computer. “Have a nice day.”

Anakin turns around and goes back to the elevators around the corner. He feels a bit stupid, holding a plate wth a cupcake on it, so he tosses it into a small trashcan next to a desk as he passes by, plate and all.

He still feels a bit stupid, and the feeling lingers all the way from the twelfth floor to the tenth, where his desk is. If Obi-Wan was playing a prank on him, he just fell for it like an idiot.

But if he hadn’t—

“Obi-Wan wasn’t at his desk,” Anakin says to Vos as he sits down in front of his own computer. “There was this woman there instead, and she’d moved all of his stuff. Even the nametag.”

Vos doesn’t look up from his screen. He’s been sort of distant since Anakin came back, like he forgot how to talk or some shit during the month and a half he was away.

His silence would make sense if Obi-Wan asked him to help with the prank. And Vos probably would hop on the opportunity to fuck with Anakin. He tries to say he doesn’t play favorites of course, but he very clearly does.

And his favorite very clearly is Kenobi, not Anakin.

Anakin remembers the chair incident, after all.

So if Obi-Wan told him about trying to pull a fast one on Anakin his first day back at the office, hire a woman to sit at his desk and change all of its decorations just to confuse him, Vos would probably help out by pretending everything is normal.

Anakin narrows his eyes and looks at his desk. Nothing’s been moved or changed since he last saw it. No new cameras to video his reaction.

“Where’s Obi-Wan?” he asks, looking over at Vos. “I mean, it’s a lot of work, isn’t it? Points for creativity, I guess though.”

Vos’ fingers still on his keys and he finally looks up, going as far as to take his hands off the keyboard completely. “What?”

“Like where did he put his plants? And the zen garden with all the sand, you know? He moved that zen garden somewhere else just to fuck with me for a bit? And the name too, her name— Bo-Katan? Kryze? He could have tried a little harder to make up something believable.”

Vos looks at him, eyebrows furrowing. “Sorry,” he says slowly. “But–sorry, but what do you think is happening here, exactly?”

Anakin frowns. Usually Vos would be laughing by now. “Joke’s on him though, I brought him a cupcake to celebrate my first day back, and me and Bo-Katan split it instead. No cupcake for Obi-Wan. It’s what he deserves for such a lame prank.”

“Skywalker,” Vos’ voice sounds even slower. “Skywalker, there is no prank.”

There’s a very weird feeling in his gut. He forces a laugh. “Uh, right, of course not,” he says. “But seriously, where is Obi-Wan? I’ve been taking pictures I want to show him for months. He’s going to love them.”

He better love them, at least, if he knows what’s good for him. But Luke and Leia are adorable, especially now that they’ve stopped teething on everything in range. Even someone as heartless and deplorable as Kenobi will be swayed by their big eyes and general all-encompassing cuteness.

The look Vos gives him is uncharacteristically cold. “Two things, Skywalker. First, there’s no prank. Obi-Wan quit. Sounds like you brought cupcakes to his replacement, like some. One man office welcome brigade. Second, if you really think Obi-Wan Kenobi wants to see your fucking baby pictures, you’re more stupid than I thought.”

Anakin blinks and then stares as the feeling in his stomach spreads to his chest. “What? No. No way.” He blinks again, eyebrows furrowing. “Is this the prank?”

Vos pushes his chair away from his keyboard, rolling it to the edge of his desk. “Skywalker. Anakin. There is no prank. I’m telling you the truth. Obi-Wan has separated from the company. He is not here today, and he won’t be here tomorrow. He left.”

“But—” Anakin’s mouth is open, but no words are coming out. “But. He didn’t tell me.”

There’s a knot in his stomach, one that may be bigger than his stomach altogether. No, it has to be some sort of—of prank. Of practical joke at his expense. When Obi-Wan pops out in an hour or so, Anakin is going to hit him so hard in, like. The shoulder. For the crime of being really, really not funny.

“Why would he tell you, Skywalker?” Vos asks, carefully putting his hands on his knees as he looks at him with an unreadable expression on his face. “You don’t like each other.”

“I—I mean. We do!” Anakin splutters. “We spent quarantine together! And last summer when we did the office expedition and got lost, we camped together! For two whole days!”

“Those aren’t bonding activities,” Quinlan says. “You know that, right? No one else would consider those things as foundations for a friendship or even workplace relationship.”

Like he always seems to do when Kenobi and “workplace relatitonships” are brought up in the same sentence, Anakin flushes. He can feel the tips of his go red.

“Look, I get that you’re—friends or whatever,” he mutters, pitching his voice down low so that no one else can eavesdrop. Not that anyone else is really paying attention, but just in case. “But we’ve—you know, you saw us. During the. The quarantine. We. Spent the night together.”

“Yeah, you fucked,” Vos rolls his eyes. “You fucked.” “So if he were going to leave the company, he’d tell me, alright?” Anakin puts his hand down flat on the desk. “Yeah? He’d tell me.”

“Only if sleeping with you meant something to him,” Vos points out, pushing his chair back fully behind his desk. “So I guess it didn’t.”

The words—sting.

A lot.

The words fucking hurt like Vos has just thrown a fucking cactus into his dick. Because—alright, they’d never talked about it afterwards or anything, but—kissing Kenobi, his annoying and annoyingly attractive deskmate, sleeping with him, touching him and being touched in return…it’d changed things for Anakin. Things he didn’t want to name then, and things he definitely doesn’t want to name now, if—if Obi-Wan really…really just.

Left.

Anakin shakes his head, wordless. “It meant something,” he says, practicing the words, even if it’s only Vos around to hear him.

“Yeah?” and Vos’ voice is cold. “Then why’d you just take almost two months of paternity leave, huh? If sleeping with my friend meant something.”

Anakin shakes his head again, staring fixedly at his keyboard. “Did he really—Vos, you’re not lying, are you? Did he actually quit?”

Vos is silent for several long moments. “Yeah,” he says, sounding strange. “Yeah, he did. This is—you’re upset about this, aren’t you?”

It could still be a joke though, because sometimes Vos goes too far and sometimes he doesn’t know when to quit, even though Anakin thinks he’s pretty obviously begging him to stop right about now.

He stands. “I—I don’t believe you. I can’t— I can’t trust you.”

Vos watches him swing his jacket on with raised eyebrows. “I suppose you don’t need his address then,” he says, expression guarded. “If you’re going to fact-check this yourself.”

Of course Anakin is going to fact-check this for his fucking self.

And either way, Obi-Wan Kenobi is going to have a lot of explaining to do.