#confused pupper

[blackjackkent]

In the end it's not hard to spot the devil Wyll is chasing. She kind of stands out.

The woman is crouched in a ball of flame covering her from head to foot. A deep, brutal moan of agony is audible where Rakha stands almost twenty feet away - just as clear as the heat radiating off her.

The flames aren't magic - not in the sense that Rakha has come to know the term thus far. They're coming from within the woman's body, and though they seem to be causing no small amount of pain, her flesh shows no sign of burn or blood.

Must be devil magic, then. Wyll said she was of Avernus...

Wyll is already moving, closing the distance between himself and the crouching woman, one hand going to the rapier on his back. "One horn," he snarls. It's very unlike his usual pleasant, slightly wry tone; Rakha is struck abruptly with the thought that this is what she must look like when the beast takes over. "The stink of Avernus. Advocatus diaboli."

The woman's head lifts with a sharp jerk. Rakha braces herself for battle, remembering the image in Wyll's head of Karlach covered in blood, a greataxe in one hand - but nothing happens. Instead, the woman just straightens, staggers back a step, and an incongruous expression of exhaustion and grief takes hold of her features.

"Well, I'll be godsdamned," she mutters ruefully. "The Blade of Frontiers. Thought I'd shaken you for good. That'll teach me to underestimate you."

In truth, Rakha had sort of been looking forward to this - a death that needed to happen even by Wyll's reckoning, and thus one into which she could metaphorically (or perhaps literally) sink her teeth into. Something that might sate the blood-hunger in her head longer than usual. Attack with purpose, and savor your kills, as Lae'zel advised.

But the devil is not striking first, or even seeming to want to fight back. Irritation spikes through Rakha's skull. Do not deny me this now.

"Tell me, monster," she growls coldly. "What's it like to know you're about to die?" On some level it is a taunt to rouse the moment to violence. On another, it is a serious question to feed the hunger in her mind.

The woman's head snaps back and her lips curl in a tight, harsh smile. "Touch me," she says, equally cold, "and you'll regret it."

And there it is, the pristine glorious edge of violence--

WHAM.

The impact of the tadpole connection is rougher than usual this time, and it sears and burns like a hot coal against her temple. She cries out, staggers back a step.

Narrator: A great heat roars through you - her heat, fiery as the hells. Then you're lost in visions of demonic armies as you tear through a landscape of fire and blood. The Blood War. You saw it from above as the nautiloid passed through Avernus. This woman was on the front line.

Rakha's heart is racing, her breath coming in quick sharp staggers. The imagery Wyll showed her was powerful enough, but this-- this was a sea of gore, an ocean of death. She barely has enough wherewithal to acknowledge the implications here, that Karlach has a tadpole, that she is another of those seeking the same answers as Rakha. The beast in her head roars eagerly, ravenous, demanding more, demanding to gorge itself on the vision.

"What was that?" she hears Karlach shout, fearful.

And Wyll, cold, implacable: "Evidence. Proof that you're a devil, a gladiator in the archdevil Zariel's army."

"I can explain!" Karlach protests frantically as Wyll's blade draws towards her throat. "But it's a whole situation. If you'd just hear me out--"

WHAM.

The impact this time is strong enough to knock all of them to their knees. Rakha hears a sharp githyanki curse from Lae'zel, and Wyll, next to her, begins to shake his head as if staving off some inner attack.

Narrator: Another vision. Karlach's blade raised, slicing through devils - Zariel's servants - as her eyes dart around, seeking escape. Her rage and desperation seep into you. She is a victim of the Blood War, not an agent of it.

Rakha shudders as the images continue to pour through her; it overwhelms the need for blood in her mind as killing this single soul never could. The beast feeds, and feeds, and feeds... and slowly quiets, settling into a sated calm, rumbling with satisfaction.

Her mind clears, her eyes open. She looks up to see Wyll looking baffled, lost... and utterly terrified.

"She's trying to trick us," he rasps out. "Don't believe her lies."

Karlach looks equally shaken; her hands are up in a defensive posture but she looks more ready to flee than fight. "You saw the truth," she says unsteadily. "I never wanted to serve Zariel. I was enlisted in her army against my will. Forced to fight." Her shoulders hunch slightly, as if with shame. "And fight I did," she admits. A slight pause. "When I saw an opportunity to get away, I took it. I'm finally home-- or near it, anyway."

There's a strange touch of joy under the fear there, just for a moment.

Rakha struggles for breath, for clarity. Wyll was wrong, that much is certain. This is no destructive mastermind; she's not sure it's even a devil. She's never met a devil, so she can't be positive, but the woman seems more like the tieflings of the grove, except for the strange flame curling around her and the pulsing light within her chest.

And she was on the nautiloid. She has a tadpole.

It has been enough to keep Rakha from killing Shadowheart, Gale, Wyll himself. Everyone else is fair game enough, should they stand in her way, but it is few enough who seem to have had the same experience that she did, of being marked for death within that terrible ship. Better to keep this woman alive, to use her in their search for answers.

Wyll, it seems, is not quite thinking along the same lines - or is desperately trying not to. "You served her," he snarls. "That's enough to damn you."

Rakha grunts, knocks her fist against Wyll's sword hand irritably. "Be practical," she mutters. "She's infected. Same as us. And powerful, too. We can use her as an ally."

Narrator: [PERCEPTION] Wyll catches his breath and his lips straighten. Sheer dread twists his face.

"You don't know what you're saying," he says, and there's a strange desperation in his words. "You're asking me to trust a devil."

Her irritation sparks again, though it catches less momentum with the beast currently so sated. "Gods, you're stubborn," she snaps. "Karlach's not a devil." She peers at him. There's that same evasion in his eyes, the hint of misdirection. "And you know it," she adds coldly. What aren't you telling me?

Karlach has been watching this argument unfold in silence, the defensive tension slowly sagging out of her shoulders. She doesn't look angry at being threatened; she just looks sad, and perhaps more for Wyll than for herself, for reasons Rakha can't quite parse.

"Listen to sense now," the tiefling finally puts in, surprisingly quietly. "I don't want this to end badly for either of us." She angles herself a little closer to Wyll. "You know monsters, right? Better than anyone. Look into my eyes. Can't you see I'm not what you think?"

It's such a frank, open entreaty that all of them are struck to silence for a moment. Rakha finds herself eyeing the woman with a new curiosity, and not just because of the mountain of other images of death that probably lurk uncovered in her head.

But she's even more curious about what's going through Wyll's mind. The man looks as if he's been sucker-punched in the gut.

"Shit," he mutters. "You really are no devil, are you? I've... I've been deceived..." Both the anger and sardonic good nature are gone from his tone. There is only a cold flatness. Despair.

Did he want so badly to kill this woman, just as Rakha did? Does he feel the same call for blood? No. It's something different, something deeper that Rakha doesn't understand.

Karlach slumps with visible relief, and she grins crookedly. "Thank the gods," she says, in a somewhat more jocular tone. "Thought I was going to have to take your head."

Astonishingly, in spite of that flat despair, Wyll still smiles in return. "You would've died in the attempt," he says, deliberately mild. "But there have been enough threats today."

"Truce then, hey?" Karlach says cautiously.

"Aye," Wyll agrees. "Truce."

Which, Rakha reflects, leaves pretty much every single thing about this whole situation completely unanswered. But the woman will be a new ally. There's something in that. Her head is clear enough, for now, to see the value in it.

The tiefling turns to look at Rakha and grins widely; with the immediate threat gone, her energy rises immediately. "I'm Karlach," she says. She sticks out a hand towards Rakha's midsection the same way Gale did. "But you already knew that. And you are...?"

Rakha gives her a mildly puzzled look, ignores the hand, but answers curtly, "I'm Rakha."

"Well met, soldier!" she says cheerfully, letting her hand fall back to her side when Rakha doesn't take it. "Nice to meet a friendly around here. It's been tough going so far. I may not be a devil, but I can put the Blade's reputation to work. How would you feel about helping me kill some evil bastards?"

The beast stirs sleepily. Rakha's eyebrows lift and her pupils dilate slightly.

Karlach is still talking, evidently not recognizing that she's already said the key word. "A little background, if your moral compass needs something to point at-- you already know I fought in the Blood War. I was good. *Really* good. Turns out I've got a knack for killing demons. That made me a valuable asset. Zariel, the archdevil herself, made me as her personal attack dog. I played along until I could get the fuck out of there, but devils don't like to lose their assets. Zariel liked it so little, she sent a bunch of goons, so-called 'Paladins of Tyr', to take me back. Problem is, I'm not going."

Rakha stopped listening about two sentences in and has merely been waiting to get a word in edgewise; the woman talks nearly as much as Gale. She does not care about this Zariel, or Karlach's history; none of it seems much likely to be relevant to her own problems.

But Karlach wants someone dead. And dead she can do.

"So you want me to kill the people hunting you?" she asks matter-of-factly.

If Karlach is surprised by the alacrity of her response, she doesn't show it, just grins. "Don't worry. I'll lead the charge," she says casually. "But I could use your help. There's a lot of them and only one of me. After that, we can team up. Take Faerun by the short hairs. Sound good?"

Rakha blinks vaguely at the unfamiliar idiom, but she can get the gist. She helps Karlach kill, and in return, Karlach helps them find the answers Rakha needs. She sees no downside.

"Let's do it," she agrees.

#bjk plays bg3 durge #rakha the dark urge #hooray we successfully avoided murdering karlach \o/ #ways to prevent rakha from kill mode discovered so far: #1) confuse the shit out of her #2) flood her with gory mental imagery #3) pet pupper #also the tug-of-war going on in my head between Hector seeing Karlach and going 'KISS?' and Rakha seeing Karlach and going 'KILL?' #was sure something :P #the struggle to not see karlach and automatically want to romance her is REAL #even rakha wants to like her in a weird way #although for less pleasant reasons than hector did :P #'nother long one lol

[lunaetis]

eden, randomly : what if i sit on someone's lap ? me : WHERE DOES THAT COME FROM ????

#.ooc #.[ eden | trailblazer ] #[ sRSLY WHUT ??? #ME @ EDEN : HOW ABOUT NO ? #ALSO ME @ EDEN : SRSLY WHAT BROUGHT THAT ON ??? WHUT ??????? HUH ??? #*CONFUSED PUPPER NOISES* ]

[cheesecakemermaid1048]

WTF IS YAKGWA PUPPER DOING DOING HERE?!?

#cookie run #cheese talks #cookie run ovenbreak #i don't know why i posted this #I am confused- #vagabond cookie #yakgwa pupper #cookie run pets

[gazelessmenagerie]

Runt sits on the brute's abdomen, attempting to check his temperature by her small hand on his cheek. That's how it works right?

Not once did he bother to shove her off as he would've given any other time or even bare the extent of his fangs. Not even a growl persisted as a tense warning as he remained entirely at peace with the weight settled over his abdomen and the reaching of a smaller hand touching over his cheek. The skin was warm but not hot, denoting nothing of fever though it wouldn't explain the sudden upward shift of the otherwise usually ornery Saiyan. Laying in the hold of a hammock that had been fasted together between the supporting rocks of a artificial rock archway crafted by his own hand, the shade was ample against the harsh rays of the sun blistering overhead.

Occasional breezes shifted but the main force behind the gentle swaying came from the length of his own tail slipped through the netting to meet with the ground to push and rock the hammock to the delight of the residing male. Both arms were comfortably laid behind his head, acting as a pillow while he purred contently without a care to the world.

#|| Tag: Answered #orphanedwolfandfriends #|| Gazing over the Abyss of Stars { Broly } #|| April Fools 2k24 #( poor pupper just being so confused )

[mitchievousness]

had some weird dreams last night

#had a dream earlier about something choking me in my sleep #it was kinda like sleep paralysis i guess bc when i was in my own body when it happened and woke up in the same position as in my dream #was confused for a while but i just went back to sleep eventually #now this next dream is what made me go ?????????? #i was looking down from a window in a quaint little village and across the street was a group of ballerinas dancing that waltz where someon #is always out of sync from the rest but theyre doing it outside a chapel and there are tables set up for a party (for the ballerinas) #then i go to the local animal clinic with my puppy where the vet greets me like a friend and i show him my pupper but apparently i already #came by earlier and just wanted to visit again ig so i put down my pupper on the floor to play with the other animals and the vet and i go #to a separate room with a bed and an open window facing the church. i lay sideways on the bed and tell the guy we're only visiting but its #been fun and the place is very picturesque and the vet guy just smiles and nods and points out the chapel and tells me to visit there somet #imes its the church of st antonio maybe he could help you and i nodded and looked out on the autumn leaves bc apparently it was autumn #and then i woke up #i woke up to the sound of my pupper crying bc he cant get down the stairs by himself yet so i bring him down and i went back to my room #checked some emails on my phone scrolled thru tumblr for a while then finally processed all of my dreams lol #i think i was visited by both a demon and an angel earlier today #the first one was alarming but not rlly that scary bc i've been on the internet for far too long not to be acquainted with my #sleep paralysis demon lmao. the second one.... idk its very whatthefuck #some would call it a prophetic vision others a call to god. me- an agnostic who grew up in deeply catholic environments- idk wtf that was #it wouldve made sense if it was st roch (the dude with the wound on his knee and a dog) but it was st antonio the saint of lost things so i #????????? #i dont think i lost anything important??? well not any material possessions???? #I MEAN my religious education teachers would call me a 'LOST lamb deviated from the path of heaven' so i gUESS????? #maybe this is just the religious part of my subconscious telling me to get my shit together idk #anways yeah thats it #idk whats the deal with the ballet part but it left an impression #mutuals feel free to psychoanalyze me and we can have a friendly dream therapy session

[twomrw]

#Tumblr gatekeeping cute doggy pics. A story in two images #puppers #Tumblr filters #doggos #i knew this blog mostly posted pets #was so confused

[princkleeatscookies]

before anyone asks me

I said this in my other socials but yes, I'm still keeping my Strawberry Shortcake Cookie oc. (Though will be referring to her as OC!Strawberry Shortcake Cookie for now on while talking about the OC herself) MORE INFO IN THE KEEP READING!!

I created OC!Strawberry Shortcake Cookie around when I was in middle school (back when I was started out cookie run) and since then she became a main staple for my identity her design was a lot different compared to now and I developed her character since then, I couldn't exactly really change her nor I'll abandon her outright just bc of an existing character of the same name was released recently

Instead of abandoning her, I decided to let these two co-exist at the same time because, at the end of the day their similarities are just their names and nothing else Remember:

OC!Strawberry Shortcake Cookie I'm referring to a 19 year old lovable idiot photographer who's in a relationship with her childhood friend who's the fuckass consul, and is currently in college (uses she/her btw)

CANON Strawberry Shortcake Cookie is a puppy cakehound who the witch turn into a cookie in hopes of finding their lost owner (afaik, the pupper uses they/them and is also a puppy so..) PLEASE DO NOT CONFUSE THE TWO!!

-- with a vast world like Cookie Run, there's bound to have cookies sharing the same name BUT aren't the same ones like we know (like there could be a Cherry Blossom Cookie that's entirely different from the Cherry Blossom Cookie we knew, they literally just share the same name) It's really upsetting for me to see Cookie Run OC Creators outright abandoning their character they love and put a lot of work into just because of a mere "canon" version of their oc the stories and potential just gone to waste, and I wouldn't want anyone to feel that way. Your OC is your OC!! and you can do anything you want with them (as long as it's not.. y'know- weird) can't have a simple name/ingredient be getting out of your way of creating!! after all:

I'll be making a separate post about a little trend/movement I had posted in both my twitter and instagram to basically having to draw cookies with the same ingredient as the canon ones shown in the game~! the main purpose of the trend is to encourage oc creators to keep their ocs and to show that it's okay (if they already change their name, I think you can still participate in it since their origins still there!!) here's an example

I wanted to spread positivity out of this common problem within the oc creator side of the Cookie Run community and I hope you'll be encourage too, thank you all for reading this far into the post

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run fanart #cookie run kingdom fanart #cookie run oc #oc!strawberry shortcake cookie #cookie run kakao #strawberry shortcake cookie #cake hound cookie #princkle's art #there's no such thing as 1 #there's always a second one!! bahahaha!! #(kill me-) #also oc!ssc adopts strawberry shortcake cookie as her pet hehe

[chronicbeans]

I'm really forgetful and can't remember if I already requested this but I feel like a really silly idea would be puppeteer reader waking up one day and they look next to them and wally is just straight up somehow a human 😭 like I feel like wally would be really weirded out and reader would kinda have to teach him how to act human and natural sobs

I think you did, but I lost it so it is okay! I'm going to base his human appearance off of the version I saw from Clown's Pokemon AU.

Suddenly Human Wally with a Puppeteer Reader

🎥 You wake up one morning, a sudden feeling of "something is wrong wait-" taking over you. First of all, the pupper you were holding as you slept is suddenly much heavier. Your arm is falling asleep... Second of all, you feel some warm air hitting your face. Wally doesn't breathe... He's a puppet.

🎥 You open your eyes, only to help when you see an odd man in your arms! His eyes shoot open, before he sits up and asks "What's wrong, my puppeteer?! Wait... Why is everything a bit smaller?"

🎥 The man has a tan/dark complexion, with a similar blue pompadour to Wally's. He's also wearing the same clothes as Wally, too. You watch as he looks down at his hands, before he gets up and stands. He then waves his arms in a panic as he cries out "Help! (Y/N), something is wrong! I'm supposed to be a puppet, not like you!" So this IS Wally?

🎥 You bring him downstairs for breakfast, only to be a bit confused at how calm Angela and Henry are. They seem to instantly recognize that the man is Wally. He sits at the table, looking around, before he starts glaring at his food. You watch him closely as you take a bit, before remembering that, as a puppet, Wally just ate with his eyes. You whisper to him "Wally... you do know that you probably have to use your mouth to eat, now, right?"

🎥 He looks a bit confused, before trying to copy what you do. He puts the food in his mouth, chews, then... just, leaves it there. He asks "Why isn't it disappearing?" with a full mouth of food, causing you to cringe and say "Swallow, Wally. You need to swallow. Think about like... swallowing from being nervous. Like when Sally told you to play the princess in that one play." His eyes widen, before he nods, then swallows.

🎥 He suddenly tenses, slamming his hands on the table, his eyes staring blankly at the wall. It's almost like a thousand yards stare, or as though his life was flashing before his eyes. After a few seconds, he returns to normal, before saying "Wow! That felt weird!" in the most chipper tone you have heard from him.

🎥 Teaching Wally about being human is going to be a rollercoaster of emotions, isn't it?

#welcome home #welcome home arg #wally darling #wally darling x reader

[tashacee]

Idea: Legend seeing a Hylian Retriever in Wild’s era and just being. So confused. Because the only “dog” that Legend has seen before was Bow-wow. (See: Links Awakening)

Correction - he has seen only Bow-wows and Wolfie

IMAGINE his shock when. There’s just like. Little friendly puppers. Little friends who eat with you and take you to treasure chests.

ADORABLE

he totally snuggled up with them.

#it me #replies #hero’s aspect au #hero's aspect

[suzukiblu]

For the random word prompts have some crafty words: knit, crochet, sew, mend, needle, thread and scissors. I gave you a lot because I don't think many people use enough craft Hobbies and skills in fics and I love reading about my favorite characters using skills I love.

Tbh I don't really have much prose-wise for craft stuff at the moment, I'm pretty sure everything craft-related on my docket is still in very loose outline form? Like ALL my uses of "needle" are ethically-dubious-lab-related, for SURE.

Buuuuut I can give you this very professional outline excerpt from a crack AU where Kon gets turned into a small and adorable puppy and things get ridiculous and cute and low-key emotional from there, if you want a little bit of crafting, lol.

Krypto picks puppy!Kon up by the scruff and takes him home to Metropolis lol 

Clark is puzzled, Lois is amused, 10yo!Jon is DELIGHTED because Krypto had a PUPPY!! 

Clark: Krypto didn't HAVE a puppy, Jonno, he just–

Kon, actively floating through the living room 

Clark: . . . uh. 

Jon: :DDD 

Clark: h o w . 

Lois: . . . well, WE had JON, sooo . . . 

Clark, panicking juuuuust a little: Oh my GOD how did this never occur to me as a thing that might be a thing?! Oh my GOD!!

And then Kon is Doomed because now they all think he's KRYPTO'S BABY lol 

meanwhile Jon is bonding with the new pupper/fellow hybrid who he wants to grow up and fight crime with and Krypto is trying to teach Kon how to speak Kryptonian Dog and also dadding the hell out of His Puppy/bestie hahaha 

And Damian sulkily resents that Jon's dog likes DRAKE better than HIM

Jon talking to Ma about maybe making "Scout" his own lil' collar-cape like Krypto's and Kon like, DIVES into her scrap basket and comes up with some black scrap leather and like, BARKS over it in an attempt to get them to realize HE'S NOT ACTUALLY A PUPPY DAMMIT

Jon, a little embarrassed: . . . do you, uh, think Kon would think it was dumb if we made Scout a little leather jacket like his? Since he's a Kryptonian hybrid like–us?

Ma, fucking CHARMED by both that idea and Jon's cuteness: Well I think we're GOING to so he'd best just be flattered. 

Kon like . . . very confused as to why Jon even wants to do that, but also GDI JON AND MA COME ONNNNN 

Kon so, SO grudgingly getting measured for an S-shield pupper-jacket which of COURSE Ma immediately makes and Jon helps by sewing the embroidered El crest patch she makes onto the back 

Jon may or may not bedazzle it

Lois is destroyed by the c u t e 

Kon, internally: what is my life.

#royalarchive2 #kon el #jon kent #superboy #superfamily #meta ecetera #wip: superpup

[spookyghostbunny]

ooooo okay hmmmm how about 11. “How can someone not be ticklish??” and 20"C'mon. Smile." with Lee howdy (he desrves more love) and Ler(s) of your choice? If thats alright with you?If not feel free to switch it around uwu -pandabuna

Fluff fluffy fluff fluff :3

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"What! How can someone not be ticklish!?"

Howdy shrugged, putting the last of the toppings onto Barnaby's hot dog. "Not sure what to tell you, mate. I'm not ticklish." He handed the hotdog to the beagle with a teasy smile. "Unlike some other residents that I know~"

Barnaby accepted the treat, quickly chomping into it choosing to ignore the comment.

Wally stared at Howdy from his place on the counter. "I don't think that's true, neighbor." He said, innocently swinging his legs.

Howdy nervously scratched the back of his head. Sometimes Wally's intense gaze got to him. Luckily, Sally and Julie walked in to save him from an answer.

"Why is Wally on the counter?" Sally asked.

"He likes being tall." Barnaby replied, patting the smallest puppet's head with a chuckle.

Wally squeaked and batted Barnaby's paw away from his gorgeous hair. He turned to face the newcomers. "Howdy says he isn't ticklish, but I don't believe him."

"What!" Both girls shouted in unison.

Oh Wally. Always straight to the point.

"How can someone not be ticklish?!" Julie exclaimed, staring at Howdy in disbelief.

"That's what I said!" Barnaby mumbled through another big bite of hot dog. Wally covered his face to avoid getting hit from the specks that flew out of the dog's mouth. "Barnaby!"

Barnaby swallowed his food before apologizing. "Whoops! Sorry kiddo," he chuckled awkwardly.

Wally grumbled deciding to hop off the counter and join standing next to the girls. He had an important scheme to conspire with them. They lent over as he beckoned them closer, whispering his plan only for them to hear.

Howdy rolled his eyes at his friends antics. "Like I said earlier: I'm just not ticklish. Never have been and never will be." He said this confidently. He was lying of course, but the others didn't need to know that. He was the number one ler in this close-knit neighborhood. Him being lee seemed impossible.

Or so it seemed~

"If you'll excuse me- I have to finish something in the back." Howdy darted quickly for the caterpillars only room. He hopes he successfully escaped the conversation and that they would drop it since he left.

Barnaby had finished his hot dog so now watched the smaller trio curiously. His ears perked up, trying to catch what they were saying. What was so hush hush? Why couldn't he be in the loop?

Julie giggled and bounced In excitement while Sally was rubbing her hands together with an evil look. They got into position, acting normal until given the signal. Now Barnaby was really confused.

His confusion didn't last long.

Wally looked around, making sure Howdy was out of sight before walking back over to the blue pupper. He tugged on his vest, motioning him to lean down so he could whisper in his ear.

Barnaby's tail wagged at being included with whatever the mischievous puppets were up to. He leaned down, listening carefully as the bluenette told him the super secret plan. He smirked and nodded once Wally finished telling him all the details. "You got it, bud!" He winked, hopping off the stool to hide.

Now it was time for the master plan to begin.

"Howdy! Hurry! Wally is trying to steal your apples again!" Sally called, putting as much urgency in her voice as she could.

Howdy sighed in annoyance. This was the fourth time today! He hurried out to stop the little apple obsessed thief. "Wally! I told you-" He was cut short when something behind him restrained his top arms. "Get him!" That was Barnaby's voice! What on earth was going on!? The other three puppets surrounded him, each sporting identical impish grins. "What is the meaning of this!?" He demanded, struggling against Barnaby's strong hold.

"You said you weren't ticklish! We wanted to find out for ourselves if that's true or not." Sally replied causally, her excitement increasing at seeing Howdy's eyes widen in realization.

Oh dear.

Howdy tried to shoo them away with his free hands, but was rewarded with Julie's hands shooting to squeeze his sides. "Mmfff!!" He lurched forward with a muffled squeal. He closed his eyes shut, struggling to keep his smile down and laughter at bay. The caterpillar wasn't going to give these tricksters the satisfaction of a reaction. His hands grabbed Julie's wrists, but Wally and Sally took it upon themselves to both tickle his stomach.

Wally snickered. "Not ticklish, eh?"

Howdy shook his head. He was wiggling around like a- well- like a caterpillar at this point. But no amount of wiggling he did dislodged the skillful fingers seeking to free his laughter. Sally went all out with tasing the sides of his stomach. Wally on the other hand chose a more gentle approach, lazily tracing shapes like he was painting a picture. And Julie switched from squeezing to scribbling his sides up and down. It was a lot to take, and surprisingly the shop keeper was holding on pretty well.

"You're a tough cookie, aren't ya? C'mon! Smile~" Barnaby purred, nuzzling Howdy's neck wanting to get in on the tickling action too.

Howdy couldn't fight it anymore. His face instantly broke into a wide, wobbly smile. He scrunched up his shoulders, but it didn't protect him from the beagle's fluffy snoot.

Howdy was getting dangerously close to breaking.

"There you go, Howdy!" Julie cheered, her fingers wandering up to Howdy's armpits. "Laugh! Laugh! Laugh!" She chanted.

The others joined in on the chanting

"Laugh! Laugh! Laugh! Laugh!"

That did it. Howdy couldn't hold the ticklish butterflies in any longer. He exploded into loud laughter from holding it in for so long. (and because maybe his armpits were his worst spots shhhhh) "PFFFT- HAHAHA FINE! YOHOHOU WIHIHIN!!!" He cried, his whole frame shaking from the force of his laughter. His legs grew weak, but with Barnaby holding him up, he just kind of went limp in his hold.

Sally whooped in celebration, slowing down her tickling to make it gentle like Wally's.

"This is what happens when you lie to us. Neighbor." Wally teased, removing his hands altogether.

Some enough, Julie also removed her hands after noting Howdy's laughter turning a little wheezy.

Sally wanted to keep tickling, but one stern look from Julie made her stop with a disappointed pout.

Barnaby adjusted his hold on the shop keeper so Howdy was leaning against him while he recovered from the phantom tickles plaguing his nervous system.

"You alright there, pal? We didn't go too hard on ya, did we?" Barnaby asked with concern, rubbing his back soothingly.

"N-no. You're all alright." Howdy gave them a weak, but genuine smile. "That was.... actually pretty fun." He flushed at the chorus of "awws!" That filled the bodega.

Perhaps being the lee sometimes wasn't so impossible.

🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼

We need more lee!Howdy in this house. Sweet boy deserves it. This is a bit longer than intended, but I'm happy with it☺️

#welcome home tickle #lee!howdy #ler!barnaby #ler!wally #ler!julie #ler!sally #bonus points for whoever gets the hidden reference #wally is a little shit #just like a cat #wally is a cat #roman writes things

[cryptidwithaninternetconnection]

Thinking about changing my pfp (yes @this-is-a-simulation I’m aware I change it too much, I’m gettin the jump on you 🫵)

We’ve got a couple contenders that I’ll show here

Tags: @nagitosstolenhand @cats-and-confusion @coolbutnotthere @mainazure @vaporeon2010317 @sagehyperfixates @sirlordevil @deadless-corpse @the-belle-siblings @boredgoon @headcanon-honeybee @eyelessrabbit @the-excellent-papyru @bingbongbox @feral-axo @asrielmerrymoon @suffering-and-misery @fantasy2reality-things-blog @chippedtoons @ghostenluvs @tabsters @fluffydragonchips @unnamedboxvoid @gingerbreadeel24 @yourlocalapplejuice @professionalwaterbender @hyperfixation-tangentopia @filijester @mom-i-forgot-my-name @that-0ne-loser-ky @saphtheartist @cyberr-v0id @lmkredson

This will be my pinned post who’s this poll goes on, Dw I have the link for my current pinned so I won’t loose it :]

Now..

FIGHT!

#tumblr polls #my polls #pfpolls #pfp icons #new pfp #pfp poll

[ctitan98official]

@butterbaker53 : How would the ladies react to the reader bringing the MOST UGLY DOG home and saying this is our baby.

Bahaha! That dog is cute asf! Y/N would definitely do this. For continuity in all of the blurbs, I’m gonna name this pupper Doodle and I hc her with she/her pronouns! Let’s get into it!

Alcina:

I think we can all agree that Alcina does not seem like much of a dog person. She tells Y/N that they can either give Doodle to Donna or Miranda, or she will have to stay outside… Well, that didn’t last long. Once Alcina goes to work in her office, she can see Y/N and Doodle from her window. Y/N’s just so loving and doesn’t care that Doodle’s a little bit different. She huffs and curses herself before going out and telling Y/N that Doodle can come inside. After a few days, this doggo is the newest member of the Dimitrescu family. Doodle even gets a collar with the Dimitrescu seal on it! (And yes, Alcina likes to sit and pet Doodle while she reads by the fire).

Donna:

Okay, look. I’m just gonna say it. If Donna can look past Angie’s creepy doll-ass, she would love Doodle. Y/N and Donna immediately give Doodle a bath, feed her, and just pamper her. Sometimes, Y/N walks in and finds Donna making little outfits for Doodle. Y/N loves it… Until one time Donna reveals that she’s actually made a couples costume. Then suddenly Y/N’s dressed like Mario and Doodle is dressed up as Princess Peach. The pictures were precious, really. Donna frequently talks to Doodle in Italian, but to be fair, she’s usually just gossiping about something stupid Y/N did. Doodle is a good listener, no matter the language!

Miranda:

Miranda just wanted to sit down and have some tea while she read the morning paper. Then suddenly, Y/N comes running through the door with a very nervous and shaky-looking dog. Miranda cleared her throat and crossed her arms to gain Y/N’s attention and to get an explanation. Y/N turned to her and gestured proudly at Doodle stating that she was their new child. This might come as a surprise, but Miranda doesn’t mind the idea of having a pet with Y/N. It’s one more way that she can see just how serious their relationship is. Funnily enough, Doodle actually prefers to hang out with Miranda for most of the day, whether it’s in her lab or when Miranda’s looking over notes and reports. Doodle likes to cuddle and curl up on Miranda’s lap while Miranda absentmindedly runs her fingers through Doodle’s fur.

Bela:

At first, Bela is very confused. She’s not mad, she just honestly doesn’t even know what kind of animal Doodle is. Is she a rat? Some kind of squirrel?? Y/N explains that Doodle is actually a small dog. She’s just a bit older and has lost some of her teeth. Bela hesitantly reaches out to pet Doodle and the pupper immediately licks her hand and gets excited (Wiggly little butt and all!). Bela falls in love with Doodle and likes to cuddle her when she’s feeling stressed or anxious. Doodle is always there to lend an ear. When Bela and Y/N get married, Doodle is the flower girl! (She had to fight Dani for the title tho).

Cassandra:

Believe it or not, Cass was actually terrified of Doodle when she first saw her. Imagine this sadistic, murderous vampire being scared of a tiny doggy. Cass legit screamed and hid in her bed. She begged Y/N to take her away, but Y/N just laughed and brought her over for Cass to get a better look. Y/N assured her that Doodle was harmless and gently took Cass’s hand and guided it over to pet the pup-pup. Cass eventually got over her fear, but now Doodle wants to follow her everywhere! Cass was kind of annoyed at first, but now she really enjoys having Doodle wander around behind her (It wasn’t much different than when Y/N started following her around, to be honest). Hard boundaries had to be established by Y/N so that Doodle wasn’t exposed to any of Cass’s *Ahem* Unsavory practices.

Daniela:

Dani falls in love with Doodle the minute she sees her. She starts referring to herself as Doodle’s mommy. Y/N, Dani and Doodle get family portraits done as soon as possible. Shortly after Doodle is introduced to her new mommy, Dani sat Alcina down and explained that she was going to be a grandmother. Alcina immediately went to go and strangle Y/N. When she got to Dani’s room (With Dani flying frantically behind her, trying to calm her down), she saw Y/N holding Doodle and singing songs to her. Alcina just facepalmed and told Dani and Y/N that Doodle better not pee in her castle and walked off. The three of them love to have cuddle piles and take naps together. Y/N and Dani are such proud parents. They show everybody they meet pictures of Doodle and brag about how great she is.

Masterlist

#re8 #re8 village #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu x y/n #lady dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu x y/n #cassandra dimitrescu #re8 shitpost #y/n is stupid #re8 incorrect quotes #bela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #mother miranda #mother miranda x reader #donna beneviento x reader #bela dimitrescu x reader #cassandra dimitrescu x reader #daniela dimitrescu x reader

[jerseyshoresy]

Farmer and a Daryl

Daryl and the reader have some confessions to make.

Daryl x gn!reader (request from @scoutandtank , I really hope you like it!!)

Warnings: none

It was another hot summer day in Letterkenny and you were busy chorin’ as usual. You couldn’t wait to finish your work and reward yourself with an ice cold Puppers. As you finished cleaning out the chicken coop, you heard a car pull up into your farm’s driveway. You recognized the dilapidated van right away, your heart fluttering in your chest. As the van sputtered to a stop, you sauntered over.

“What’s a fine man like you doing out in a place like this?”

Daryl leaned with his arm rested on the now opened van door, a blush resting on his face (he convinced himself, though, that it was so hot outside that his skin was just naturally warming up).

“Y/n! I was just coming over to see if you wanted to go to MoDeans with me. And the boys. And Katy too, of course.”

You studied him closely. He seemed nervous to talk to you today. At least he was actually talking to you this time. Lately, Daryl had this weird habit of bouncing between nervousness, flirtation, and downright ignoring you when you were near each other. You couldn’t deny the hurt you felt when he chose not to talk to you because not only is he one of your closest friends, but you were really sweet on him. You tried asking Wayne, you interrogated Squirrely Dan, but none of the boys could explain his behavior and you were determined to find out why—one of these days.

Putting your hands in the back pockets of your shorts, you pretended to think over your decision.

“Hmm… I guess I could go for a Puppers… or I could stay home by myself with absolutely nothing to do… much to think about, Dary.” Shooting him a smile that he graciously returned, you ran over into the passenger seat of the van. As Daryl made his way into town, you reached over to turn on the air conditioner.

“Oh that doesn’t work. She’s an old van, but she gets the job done without all the fuss of modern technology.”

You felt like you were dying, you were so sweaty. You could only imagine how much of a mess you looked, and in front of Daryl no less. You were a bit embarrassed but too hot to care. You rolled the window down in hopes of catching a slight wind, which worked, to your surprise. Daryl, on the other hand, couldn’t help but notice the very attractive person sitting next to him, making him feel extremely shy. He was self conscious about his van, his looks, his life, and now this absolute gem of a human was in his car, sweat glistening on their face, making them look radiant, the radio playing a love song—it was all too much for him. He reluctantly tore his eyes from your body to keep steering the car on the road while you didn’t notice the war going on in your driver’s head and heart. As you pulled into the bar parking lot, you noticed Daryl got quiet and basically ran out of the car and into the establishment. Like before, you were confused, but maybe you were reading into things too much. You had no idea if Daryl returned your affections and it certainly didn’t seem that way right now. At the very least, you guys have been good friends for many years so you didn’t understand his sudden change in behavior. Sighing, you opened the van door. You really needed that drink now.

Inside, Gail bid you hello, followed by many innuendoes and dirty jokes, but none of it could lift your spirits at the moment. You spotted Daryl with the rest of the Hicks so you sat on an open stool next to Wayne.

“How goes it, Wayne?”

“Y/n, how are ya now?”

You studied the beer bottle gracing your hands and sighed.

“Truthfully, I could be better. Daryl’s been acting weird around me again. One moment we’re chatting it up, then he switches up and shuts down. Has he told you anything? Did I do something?”

Yeah you did something, thought Wayne, you stole Daryl’s heart and he’s completely head over heels in love with you! He talks about you all day long and he’s so ridiculously sweet on you that I’m getting a new cavity at the sound of your name.

“He hasn’t told me anything,” replied Wayne, taking another sip from his bottle, “but you might wanna ask Katy. She’s always, as you kids say, in the know.”

You nodded to him, bidding him adieu for now, and sought out Katy, who was at a table with the hockey boys.

“Y/n! How are you now?”

“I’m good Katy. How about yourself?”

“I’m great. Just enjoying the view,” she said while nodding her head in the general direction of the boys, earning a “right on!” and high fives between Jonesy and Reilly.

You gave them a quick smile and turned your attention back to brunette.

“I actually just had a quick question about Daryl. Do you mind if I take a seat?”

“You two. Scram!” The boys were immediately on their feet and scrambling to another table in the bar.

“What can I help you with?” she asked, smiling sweetly.

“To be honest, I’m not sure. I asked Wayne why Daryl is always so wishy washy around me, you know, cracking jokes one minute and the next totally quiet. It’s like, he knows it’s me that he’s talking to, and then he really looks at me and just… goes quiet. Wayne told me he didn’t know and to come ask you. So here I am.”

Katy started laughing.

“Oh my god. You’re serious? You don’t know?”

Okay, now you were finally getting somewhere.

“No, Katy, I have no idea. Please, you have to tell me.”

She took a deep breath after laughing so hard.

“This is seriously adorable. Y/n, he’s sweet on you. Like, insanely so. He gets all weird because you two are great friends and he doesn’t want his true feelings to show and freak you out. I’d give you more details but I think lover boy would rather tell you himself.” She tipped her bottle in the direction behind you and you turned to be face to face with Daryl himself, beet red.

“Can we, uh, can we go talk somewhere? Um, private? If that’s okay,” Daryl asked, keeping a close eye only on his shoes.

“Of course, Dary.”

When Daryl saw you walking over to talk to Katy after talking to Wayne, he knew he was in trouble.

“Wayne! You didn’t tell y/n about my feelings for them, right?”

“Of course not, Daryl. That’s business between a man and his lover. It’s not my job to kiss and tell or tell someone you wanna kiss ‘em.”

“Okay, but they’re going to Katy! Katy will definitely say something.”

Wayne sighed, took a quick swig of beer, and sighed again.

“Dary. You gotta take a chance in love sometimes. When you find someone as good as y/n, you don’t wanna lose them before you even get them. You know what I mean?”

He nodded and stood up, wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans.

“Alright. Thanks good buddy. Wish me luck.”

Now you found yourself back in the sweltering sun, staring at the man you loved, waiting for him to say something.

“Dary, it’s okay, it’s just me. You don’t have to worry about whatever it is you’re gonna say.”

“But that’s the thing!” he said suddenly, “you’re not just you, not to me. You are so wonderful, so kind, ridiculously attractive, hardworking and it’s hard to think that someone like you would ever return the feelings I have for you. I love you so much, beyond words, but I know that it’s selfish of me. You deserve so much more than broken down van, dirty coverall wearing, plain Daryl.”

He wouldn’t meet your gaze. Tenderly, you lifted his chin up with a soft touch. His eyes were getting watery and it broke your heart to hear that he thought of himself that way.

“Oh Dary.” You grabbed him into a tight hug, savoring the feeling of his hands resting on your back. When you two pulled apart, you kept a firm grip on his shoulders.

“Daryl. You are so much more than your clothes or your car and you are certainly not plain. You are the nicest man I have ever met. You are a person I can rely on at any given time. You’re funny, and so crazy handsome. I love you because you’re you. I wouldn’t take you any other way.”

All of sudden Daryl started giggling.

“Really y/n, you mean that? Like, really, really?”

You shook your head yes.

He exhaled a sigh of relief.

“Oh I was so nervous! I’m sorry I acted weird around you before. We would always have such a good time together but then I would really look at you, especially while you were laughing because your smile is outrageously cute, and I would think, man, whoever gets to see that smile every day is the luckiest man in this entire galaxy. And I would never think that man to be me but hopefully now it can be.”

“I would love nothing more than that. Actually, I would love one thing a little more,” you said, smiling coyly.

Daryl gave you a quizzical look, “Do continue.”

“I would love if you would finally kiss me after all these years.”

His eyes lit up.

“That’s a Texas size 10-4!”

#letterkenny x reader #Daryl x reader Letterkenny #dary x reader #letterkenny x y/n #letterkenny one shot

[krikeymate]

I want to see sams reaction when tara turns into that cute small werewolf 🥺

Fangs(a)

Ok. So, I know this was intended for 2a, but I had someone else also asking for this and I've been having Thoughts.

Realistically, that werewolf form is tiny, but it's still a werewolf which means that it's only tiny to other werewolves. But at the same time, I'm like, god, what if it really was that tiny. We deserve an absolutely tiny pupper Tara, right?

Anyway, what I'm saying is we now have path 2c where Tara is a werewolf and she's not a late bloomer, and we can get wolf Sam and Tara playing as kids.

From the moment Tara is born, tiny and whimpering - and too small the doula's whisper, you should go the hospital they say, but mother just scoffs and tells them that wolves need no human intervention and what will be will be - Sam falls in love.

Her little sister.

With soft infant kicks and big brown eyes and Sam's heart in slight little fingers.

Mother gets tired of holding her quickly and Sam relishes the opportunity to take her. A doula shows her how to hold her, how to support her head, and leaves the 5-year-old with her newborn baby sister. Her wolf inside howls.

Sam finds herself barely able to contain all the emotions welling inside of her, the wolf pushing against her skin, desperate to meet their new little sister too. She snaps at it, tells it to stop it, all too aware of the claws creeping from her nails, terrified of hurting the baby.

"You know you're 'sposed to stay inside if it's not the full moon," Sam mutters. "Mama said so." She feels the wolf huff inside of her. Not fair, it whines. We're the same. Want to meet Moon.

Sam frowns at the wolf's words. "The moon's not even out, it's daytime."

Little Moon.

The words confuse her, but she feels the nudge inside of her chest, prompting her to look back down to her sister. Sam's eyes flash with understanding, golden yellow hiding two behind one, gazing down at the infant.

Sam startles when amber eyes stare back up at her, and she snaps her head up looking around for her mother, for anyone, but they're alone.

She knew her sister was special from the moment she laid eyes on her, and this only proves it. Sam was 2 when she connected with her wolf, and that was early her mother told her, that it made her special, that it was only proof she was destined for greatness.

Tara's eyes close, letting loose a yawn and waving a tiny fist around. When her eyes open again, Sam's disappointed to find them faded and brown again. She wanted to see more, they were such a pretty shade.

Our Moon, the wolf declares.

The words feel significant, but she doesn't know why. Her mother returns before she has a chance to interrogate her own wolf for answers. (Mother doesn't like it when she talks to it, she says people don't do that, that she can't let anyone know that she does.) They're always so cryptic sometimes, acting as if they know more than Sam. But they are Sam, and Sam is the wolf. They're the same.

"Mama," she declares, "Tara is gonna be a great wolf!"

Her mother hums back at her, taking the baby from her arms. "You are going to be a great wolf."

Sam frowns, "Tara too?"

"We'll see. Let's go."

#/mp #ask box #Scream #Sam Carpenter #Tara Carpenter #AU: fangs for the support #ffts path 2c

[rose-riot-johnson]

Hey Rose! Long time no talk. How've you been? Also, can I request some soft romantic fluff with Sajin Komamura? Been a while since I asked for the big pupper.

Hey, DJ😃I'm doing well😃👍My personal has been pretty crazy however still🙂I hope you're doing atleast alright, as well😃👍As for writing about Sajin Komamura, I definitely will agree that he's long overdue for me to write another fanfic about🦊🐺So ofcourse another fanfic request about him, is a definite yes, considering that I do miss writing about him😁👍I honestly had fun writing about him🦊🐺😁👍Also I just noticed you haven't Gender, however since i know it's you requesting the fanfic, I definitely will write "Sajin Komamura x Gender Neutral Reader"🤔🙂😃👍

🦊💍🐺Being Full Of Surprises For Sajin🐺💍🦊 (Sajin Komamura x Gender Neutral Reader)

Genres: Soft Romantic Fluff

You have been Sajin's significant other for atleast a couple years, and you have actually met him after he became a captain of Squad 7 of the Gotei 13, which was amuch longer time ago, which makes you the third seat of squad 7, however after everyone, especially those in the soul society (yes, even you) got to see what was under his mask, it really made you adore him. Considering you and Sajin have been together for a long time, you decided to come up with ways to surprise him on a date. You definitely have something or somethings up your sleeve to surprise him with.

"Question (Gender Neutral Reader Name)... Why did you blindfold me?", Sajin said, as he was confused about being blindfolded, while you were holding his hand to take him somewheres. You happily replied, "It's all part of your surprise, Sajin...". Once you and Sajin got inside the restaurant you took him to, you took the blindfold off him, as you cheeringly said, "Surprise Sajin... I hope you you like it there...". Sajin was extremely amazed about how beautiful the restaurant looks. Infact the whole time you and Sajin were eating at the restaurant, the service was fantastic, the seats were very comfy, and the food was even fantastic. Sajin was going to pay for the meal, before you stopped him and said, "Not to worry Sajin... I already tooken cared of the meal before we started eating...", then winked at him.

Before the both of you left the restaurant, you decided to propose to Sajin, as you said,"Sajin Komamura... Would you marry me and be my husband?", surprising him with an engagement ring you got for him. Sajin then smiled, as he replied, "This caught me by surprise... You're so cute, especially when you surprise me, because you're full of surprises... Ofcourse I will marry you and be your husband...". After the both you and Sajin left the restaurant, you also surprised and took him to the hotel. The hotel definitely had an amazing service, rooms that really look very fantastic, soft beds, and much more good things about this hotel that deserves five star reviews.

The both of you changed into your night kimonos, then snuggled in the bed together, as Sajin said, "(Gender Neutral Reader Name)... Today is definitely the best day of my life, thanks to you... It was definitely unexpected you did all this for me, while everyone at the restaurant were nice, food was great, seats were nice, the people at the hotel were kind, the rooms look fantastic, the beds were much better than I could ever dream of, and everything else that happened in general went great... You have made everything pertaining today possible... You're just, so full of surprises, to the point, I find it cute...", while holding you tightly. You then replied, "Well I'm glad you enjoyed your day, just as well as, I enjoyed my day, Sajin... I'm truly glad I surprised you today... And sounds like it's a good thing to be full of surprises... Even for you, Sajin... Infact, I find you cute, too...". The both of you said good night and said that you love eachother, before snuggling together for the rest of the night, even after falling asleep together.

🐺🦊The💍End🦊🐺

I hope you enjoyed this fanfic my Tumblr Peeps😃👍I really had fun writing this Sajin Komamura fanfic🦊🐺😁👍As for you DJ, I hope I did well with this Sajin fanfic🐺🦊😃👍This is definitely my first time writing a soft romantic fluff, so I did try to come up with fun ways to write some stuff down that might fit the soft romantic fluff genre💍😁👍

@writers-requiem

#soft romantic fluff #rose riot writings #rose riot johnson #fanfic written by rose riot johnson #request answered by rose riot johnson #rose riot answers #bleach #komamura sajin x reader #sajin x reader #sajin komamura x reader #komamura sajin #sajin komamura #komamura x reader