#service dog fanfics

[justyourtypicalwriter]

Heyyyy y’all<3

If the South Park kids had service dogs what would they name them and what would they have them for?

#south park #service dog fanfics #service dog au #service dogs #tweek tweak #craig tucker #kyle brovlofski #kenny mccormick #stan marsh #wendy testaburger #And more #you suggest and I’ll add it #slight angst #new au idea #i will literally do anything #I wanna write this so bad bc I can barely find any #Wake up babes I’m procrastinating again

[onsomenewsht]

Darling heart, I loved you from the start

About when she got her introduction and you got a dog’s toy thrown at you

》 Alexia Putellas x Reader

》 words count: +1k

》 every dog has its day [idiom]: said to emphasise that everyone is successful or happy at some time in their life

“What the fuck is that?!”

You both barely make it into your apartment, hands leaving the handle to hold firmly around each other’s clothes.

Alexia’s defined figure is pressed between your body and the shut door, her thigh shamelessly pushing on you and her lips attacking your jaw and pulsing points.

At least it is until something distracts her.

You look around your dark apartment, quite annoyed about the interruption, spotting the cause of her sudden hesitation.

“Alexia, meet my dog Oliver. Oliver, meet my fuck buddy Alexia”

The blonde’s reply comes in the form of a smack on your arm, eyes still fixed on the pet.

“He’s not a dog, he’s a bear”

“Are you calling my sweet boy fat?”

“He’s taller than you!”

She’s not completely wrong, the German Shepherd can look quite intimidating. The fact he’s somehow still put in the middle of the room, imposing on his four muscular legs with a curious tilt of his head, does not work in his favour.

The light is now switched on, you leave Alexia by the door to take the steps toward Oliver and greet him with affection. He relaxes at the attention, eyes still fixed on the new guest, but he’s definitely enjoying your hands on his dark fur.

“What’s the matter? You knew I have a dog”, the starring context is starting to ruin your mood, “You too─”

“Nala’s a cute little bubble of fluff, he’s─ not”

“Oliver is as sweet as Nala, aren’t you?”

Finally able to please your dog enough to get his full attention, he jumps on your front excited to have his favourite person back home and you have to put a great effort to avoid his wet greetings.

“Now I’m definitely not kissing you again, maybe ever”

“Bold statement for someone who could barely wait for the car to be parked before slipping her tongue in my─”, she finds a dog’s toy lying around to throw at you before you can finish your sentence.

Wrong move, Oliver decides that Alexia’s worth his attention and takes her action as an invite to play.

You have to recall all your dog’s training hours and hide your amusement to make sure the blonde doesn’t leave your apartment traumatised by Oliver’s enthusiasm and that he doesn’t destroy the place.

You manage to leave him entertained in the living room as you lead Alexia into your bedroom, hoping to get back to business.

When you try to kiss her, she covers your face with her hand and lightly pushes you toward the bathroom.

“No, wash your face first!”

“He will grow on you”

~

Oliver grew on Alexia. Slowly, but he grew on her.

On the other hand, your relationship grows a bit faster. Late meetups once or twice a week turn into daily texts and sleepovers, quick coffees on the way each to your own separate lives turn into dinner dates and breakfast in your friends’ favourite places.

That’s how you find yourself on the stand of a football camp, watching two dozen or so women dressed in colourful kits running around a ball and trying to kick it better than one another.

The open-door training day allows you to observe Alexia in her natural habitat without pressure on either of you.

She knows you understand close to nothing about football, the sport never able to grab your attention for more than a couple of minutes.

You met Alexia in a club during her off-season, not impressed at all when a mutual friend tried to let you realise how famous she actually is. You were more focused on her exposed stomach and her quip remarks, to be honest.

However, since you started with the Catalan whatever it is you two started, you managed to find some interest in the sport.

Alexia looks stunning in that ridiculous kit, toned legs and imposing manners on display for you to enjoy. Oliver, beside you, seems pretty involved in the all commotion too, barking loudly whenever a familiar blonde has the ball.

When the session comes to an end, her team takes the time to thank the fans for showing up and for their support. It’s only a matter of time before Oliver takes the spotlight on himself, letting young boys and girls pet him eagerly and gathering some of Alexia’s teammates around him.

“Best wingman ever”, you say to the blonde, loud enough for one of her friends to hear as she laughs and nudges her.

“If only they knew how annoying he actually is”, Alexia whispers directly to your ear.

Both of you take advantage of the distraction created by your dog, walking a couple of steps away from the crowd. Oliver doesn’t get overwhelmed easily and he’s good with kids, so you trust him enough to let him enjoy the praises for some moments.

“He lives for the attention”

“He remembers me of someone, no less with a royal title”

“You’re so lucky there are kids around”, she says as she smiles at a little girl and drops to her height for a picture.

You have the decency to wait for the young mind to leave before taking a step closer to Alexia and whispering, “I’m sure I’m gonna get luckier once there will not be kids around”.

Oliver’s barks stop any comments from the captain.

~

When you come back from an early walkout with an overexcited dog at your heels, you find Alexia in your kitchen wearing just an oversized top and a smug smile.

“Mamá wants to meet you”, she covers her mouth with her self-proclaimed mug.

She’s getting more and more comfortable around your apartment lately, so you let her have the mug and a designated spot on your sofa and you don’t point out her vintage t-shirt collection taking up more space in your closet.

“I met her”, your eyebrow rises in challenge as said mug hides her red cheeks.

“Properly, idiota!”

You both can agree that the woman rushing into the blonde’s apartment, happily bringing a freshly made dinner, but finding you in a compromising position on top of her daughter is not the best way to be introduced.

You still don’t know how to introduce each other in the first place.

“Do you want me to meet her?”

“I met Oliver”

Your dog is currently lying on Alexia’s feet, you catch her giving him bits of her breakfast despite repriming both of them multiple times.

She still insists on saying she doesn’t like him, his excited nature and imposing form too much to deal with. Oliver, as the naive huge animal he is, seems not to care about her initial detachment, always happy to have the Catalan around.

Almost as the Catalan herself.

“You throw a toy at me and won him over, he is a simple boy”

“I think if you do the same, mamá will be as amused”

“Are you gonna introduce me the same way I introduced you?”

“How about we make it official?”

“I’m not sure”, you try to look sceptical as you catch your dog’s attention, “What do you think, Oliver?”

Enthusiastic barks and open laughs fill the room at your question.

fine.

#alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas #woso x reader #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso #here we go again #my wo(rd)so #thank to alba for her service #life changed #my life changed #i dont even have a dog

[ao3sbatfamily]

'Thera-Pet' by Jlynn105

“What?” Bruce asked skeptically and Tim released him with a smile. 

“While Damian’s away I think we should send Titus to a service dog training facility,” Tim revealed and Jason gave him a raised eyebrow in response. 

“The brat’s already trained his dog.” The objection was true enough. Titus was seated exactly where Damian put him before walking out the door. However, Tim had planned for this argument and already prepared his closing thoughts. 

“Maybe, but if you would turn your attention to the main TV” Once he had pointed it out, it didn’t take long for Bruce and Dick to smile and sit by the couches. They had seen Tim’s grand presentations before and Jason didn’t need too many hints once the PowerPoint title slide came on. His grand layout detailing why Damian definitely needed Titus to have service dog training. He cleared his throat and stood near the TV to let his Wayne persona take over. 

“As we all know, Damian exhibits many signs of PTSD including social anxiety, separation anxiety, normal anxiety, depression, fidgeting with knives, panic attacks, insomnia, and the list could continue.” He began hating the resigned looks that came over all of them. They were all well aware of how much Damian struggled to maintain his image of the perfect son regardless of how many times he was reminded he didn’t need to. 

#ao3 #fic rec #fanfic #dcu #batfam #batfamily #batman #tim drake #jason todd #dick grayson #damian wayne #titus #service dog #bruce wayne #batbros #batboys #bat bois #batbrothers #bat fam #bat family #batkids #batdad

[cannibalhellhound]

I read @kazanskys-mitchell 's fic and I'm too gay and have free time ofc imma draw some shit.

(they posted it too <3)

Still bad at drawing old people (I don't think I've ever posted those and please let that be true) but they're gay so it's fine.

#fanart #tg #tgm #top gun #top gun fanart #top gun maverick #icemav #iceman x maverick #old icemav #old queer couple #service dogs #ao3 fanfic #ao3 fanart #HelloI'mHayden

[meowmeowriley]

You fuckers did this... I caved...

#ghostsoap #ghoap #soapghost #fanfic #call of duty #modern warfare #fanfic writing #fanfic wip #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #service dog au #peer pressure

[straying-further-from-gods-grace]

Yo!!! Hey everybody!

I had Service Shark Vark art!

Will repost with links to new fics!!!!

For those who don't know I have fics of headcanons for disabilities and Alastor has seizures, Vark is his service shark gifted to him by Vox!

Occasionally I might write where he's Vox service dog, tho

Talking shit to the haters

(Sorry if the perspective is off, Vox should be in the foreground here)

A close up of Vox because I just love the sass. He is tearing the demon apart verbally. And uploading the roast online too, lol

Also a cute quick doodle of playing fetch! When TV daddy finally puts down the phone!

Here are the fics it's currently Relevant to will update s needed;

#ao3 fanfic #hazbin hotel #artwork #vox x alastor #alastor x vox #voxal #hazbin hotel vark #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel art #hazbin vark #service dog Vark #service dog #Vark is a service dog #my headcanons #fanfiction #hazbin hotel headcanon #disability visibility #disability headcanon

[halfpintpeach]

Professor Neil (sneak peek)

I missed the guy and WIP Wednesday this week brought him back up so here's a lil gift for @jtl-fics for being amazing and closing on a condo today!!

(Snippet includes part of the WIP Wednesday piece in the beginning)

September 16, 2008 (Tuesday)

Tuesday was probably Neil’s favorite day of the week. He only had two classes in the morning and both were lectures that he didn’t mind sitting in. After his lectures, he always went to the small coffee shop that didn’t even serve good coffee, but it was cheap and it was routine. Routines helped and kept him focused. Besides, the coffee shop was the only one that hadn’t tried to demand proof of papers for his service dog. One would think that the prosthetic leg would be proof enough but Neil clearly overestimated the mental capacity of most people. 

Armed with subpar coffee and a warm bagel, Neil made his way to the library. The main floor was a communal hub, with no volume limits and plenty of chairs and couches for people to sit on. Tucked on the left side was an open room full of tables, the tutoring center. The woman behind the desk smiled as Neil walked up and wrote down his arrival in a notebook. Neil liked tutoring oddly enough, he didn’t care much for the people, but he enjoyed the subjects and the feeling of someone understanding a difficult concept was hard to beat. 

A good chunk of the people who frequented the tutoring center were those who were on big time scholarships and unwilling to risk a dropping a point in the GPA. Hyped up on coffee, Neil often had to fight them away from his preferred table. The largest portion however, were the athletes. All required to maintain a minimum of a 2.3 to play for the NCAA Division 1 league. Neil tutored football players, soccer stars, and dancers every day. For most, as long as they went to their classes and didn’t fail any exams, it was an easy gig. Five hours a week in the tutoring center was a easy gig.

The Exy team was no exception.

Neil had started tutoring Matt Boyd last year, the tall man hopeless with his French courses. His pronunciation was leaps and bounds better, and the backliner was steadily maintaining a passing grade in the class. Languages were difficult for athletes who traveled almost weekly for games. 

Thankfully, there was no one at the table Neil had claimed as his own. Despite the years of therapy he still took a table in the back of the room. There were other reasons, which his therapist had been good to point out, the fact that being further back in the room kept his dog focused on the task. Babe Ruth was a large golden retriever who seemed to forget that he had an additional appendage attached to his rump. The dogs tail was a weapon, thumbing hard enough against a leg to leave bruises. It was a disappointing scenario, considering Babe Ruth walk to the right side of Neil—tail smacking against his good leg. At the table, Neil took care to sit with his back to the side wall rather than the back. It was the little things, his reminded himself mentally. By now, his voice in the tutoring center was easily ignored as he commanded Babe Ruth to lay at his feet. The dog wasted no time, flopping onto the hard carpet and splaying out his limbs. 

Neil checked his watch, Matt would be arriving in a few minutes. He always came right after his French class. Neil had managed to arrive a little early, so he went ahead and pulled out the workbook and folder that they’ve been using over the semester. This was their fourth meeting and already Neil liked how they were able to review the French that had just been covered in Matt’s class. He made a mental reminder to email his thanks to the French Professor, she’d been helpful in sending Neil her presentations for the classes.

#aftg #all for the game #andreil #andreil fanfic #andrew minyard #neil josten #pint writes #pints wips #professor neil #professor neil josten au #prof neil prequel #service dog #neil has only one leg #I stole it #dont worry there's another teachers AU called neil but with both legs in my docs #I just love this lil guy

[frobby]

why the fuck are they're no laios centric hurt/comfort fics??

#If anyone knows any lemme know <3 #Seriously why aren't we putting him down like a sick dog #There's so much potential #He needs to get food poisoning immediately #I'm aware there's serviceable 'laios gets cared for' in the manga but it hits different in fanfic form for obvious reasons #There's not even any autism fics #Dungeon meshi #This is a call for u to send me Laios almost dies fanfics #Please please please #laios touden

[chewbokachoi]

Here it is...the final chapter.

Thank you again @eo03o for letting me write this piece inspired by your amazing art!

I had a lot of fun writing this! I don't know what the next ColdSoul piece is going to be, but I know I'll be writing more.

And, thank you to all who have read and/or commented on this--I seriously, super appreciate it. I hope you all enjoy it. This whole project has been a fun challenge, and I feel I've learned a bit more about writing.

(I, uh, upped the rating to be on the safe side.)

Anyway, sappy speech done. Enjoy!

#mk1 2023 #bishang #coldsoul #fanfic #writing #bi-han #shang tsung #fic: good dog #transparency note i can't write sex i tried i hope it was serviceable #not sure how i should feel if shang tsung is easier to write than bi-han

[justyourtypicalwriter]

About A Girl - xqamora: FNAF

Tommyinnits Service Dog - Zayleelovesyou: DSMP

Emma and Bird - CannonShipPrincess: Service Dogs

But I’m Still Here - TiredButGolden: FNAF

Baby, When I Look At You, It Makes Me So Sad, I Wish You We’re Gone - Michael_Aftons_BMI: FNAF

Where Are You? (Trapped In My Programming) - NotJustOneFandom: FNAF

Drag Me To Hell - green_tea_and_honey: FNAF

And To You, My Brave Volunteer (Your Job Isn’t Over) - glamrocker: FNAF

I Am Not My Father…Or Am I? - thatonefandomjumper: FNAF

Dear Brother - MollyPollyKinz: FNAF

#fnaf fandom #fnaf fanfic #dsmp fanfic #fanfiction #dsmp #polls #audio recording #not my works #service dog fanfics #service dog

[rosiescrypt]

Shaking and trembling to keep myself from writing about characters I like or relate to being service dog handlers, having the physical disabilities I do, an/or the same mental illnesses.

I am fighting and shaking. It would be fun.

#rosie.talks #disabled #service dog #nonbinary #fanfic #actually disabled #disability #writing #queer

[brandileigh2003]

Omg. I missed the first birthday of silence between us!!!

If you haven't, I'd love for you to read and tell me what you think.

It has sirius with mental health struggles, deaf remus with a service dog, background jegulus and marylily.

I've also written 1st chapter (the party!!!!) From remus' pov, and some other related one shots

Tiktok if you wanna give some love.

#deaf remus #mental illness #anxiety #service dogs #sign language #soft wolfstar #self rec #wolfstar fic rec #marauders #marauders fic rec #background marylily #background jegulus #wolfstar #remus lupin #sirius black #fanfic #silence between us #fic: silence between us by brandileigh2003

[introverted-author]

Arla

Emily gets a service dog. JJ is allergic | Written for @prentiss-theorem bingo. Fulfills the prompt 'Maybe I'm allergic to them?'

Emily didn’t think that she had ever experienced this level of anxiety. As she sat in the small room with her wife JJ right beside her, she couldn’t stop the thoughts racing in her head.

Will they be a boy or a girl? Black lab or yellow lab? What colour will their eyes be? Will I like their name? Please let me like their name!

Things had gotten really bad for her after the Doyle case. She hadn’t been able to leave the house, let alone work. And when JJ had suggested a service dog, everything had fallen into place. Emily had been waiting for a service dog for her PTSD for two years. And in just a few short minutes, she would finally be meeting her new partner.

All of these thoughts and more sped through her brain and she was aware of how stupidly nervous she was and the fact that she would probably be crying as soon as she saw them. JJ was gently running her thumb along Emily’s knuckles, doing her best to soothe her wife’s anxieties. It was times like these when Emily was so grateful to have JJ at her side.

After what felt like both a millenia and ten seconds, the door clicked open and in walked a trainer and the most beautiful golden Labrador that Emily had ever laid her eyes on. As soon as the trainer led the lab over, they were up on two paws, leaning on Emily’s lap as they butted their head into Emily’s chest.

“Her name is Arla,” the trainer said, looking on with a fond smile as Emily lost herself in golden fur and deep brown eyes.

“Hi Arla,” Emily beamed, high in the clouds as she doted on the materialisation of dreams that had taken far too long to come true. Emily didn’t know how long the two of them played, tears of elation trickling down Emily’s cheeks.

…

JJ didn’t seem to be able to stop sneezing.

They had been home for a few nights with Arla after an intense week of training. JJ had taken the next month off of work at the BAU to help Arla settle in. And everytime that Arla was on JJ’s lap, she broke out in a fit of sneezes.

“Your eyes are really red Jayje,” Emily commented with trepidation from the armchair opposing the couch. “Are you okay?”

JJ sniffled, wiped her watery eyes and said, “... I think I might be allergic to Arla.”

“Oh no. Jayje, I’m so sorry! I didn’t know you were allergic to dogs otherwise-”

“Em, relax,” JJ said, holding up her hands. “I didn’t know that I was allergic either. And it’s really not that bad-”

“You have snot dripping from your nose.”

Emily laughed as JJ panicked, frantically snatching a tissue from the box on the coffee table and blowing her nose.

“You never saw that!” JJ exclaimed as Emily laughed, enjoying her wife’s embarrassment.

“But seriously,” JJ started. “What should we do about Arla?”

“We could call Reid? He might have some ideas.”

“Whatever happened to Google?”

“You know Reid is more accurate than Google could ever be. Besides, if he doesn’t ramble at least once a day he’ll explode in a blast of neurodivergent glory.”

JJ shrugged and nodded, continuing to allow Arla to lie on her lap despite the increasingly apparent consequences. Emily took her phone from the coffee table and was quick to find Reid’s contact and press the call button.

“Hey Reid,” Emily smiled when the doctor picked up after only a few rings. “How’s it going? Got a case?”

“No, today’s a paperwork day,” Reid said, switching on the FaceTime feature and beaming as Emily appeared on his screen. Reid preferred FaceTimes as he found it easier to pick up on the other person’s emotions when he could see them. “I haven’t seen you in a week and three days! We’ve all missed you and JJ. How is Arla? I cannot wait to meet her!”

“Arla’s good,” Emily flipped the camera around to show Arla and JJ. JJ’s face brightened up and she waved before being interrupted by another sneeze.

“Is JJ okay?” Reid asked as Emily turned the camera back to herself. “It looks like she might have a cold or allergic rhinitis.”

“We think that JJ might be allergic to Arla. We thought we should ring you to get your verdict.”

“Emily, I’m not a medical doctor.”

“But you are better than every search engine combined.”

Reid laughed at that, nodding. “Well, I would recommend going to a doctor - a doctor who is qualified in the medical field, Emily. They can diagnose JJ and provide you with a treatment plan which will likely consist of taking antihistamines or even immunotherapy. But given that the symptoms that JJ is experiencing are relatively mild, antihistamines will probably be all that she requires.”

“Thanks Reid!” JJ called from the couch, groaning as she sneezed again.

“No problem. But for now you might want to separate yourself from Arla.”

JJ sighed in disappointment before Emily called the lab over to herself. JJ laughed as she watched Arla climb right up into her wife’s lap.

“We’ll see you in a few weeks Reid,” Emily said, knowing that Reid didn’t have long until he would get in trouble with Hotch for having a personal phone call - no matter who it was from.

“See you Emily.”

And with that Emily’s phone returned to her home screen. Emily was quick to open up Google and make an appointment with their GP for a few days' time.

…

The GP had referred JJ to an allergy clinic and it wasn’t until they were both back at work and Arla was settled into the team that the appointment occurred. A skin prick test confirmed that yes, JJ was allergic to dogs. However, the allergist was happy to inform the couple that JJ’s symptoms could be easily treated with some prescription medication that the allergist was quick to prescribe.

As soon as JJ began taking the medication, she found that her symptoms faded away and she could happily lavish love on Arla as much as she desired without a single sneeze. There had been a few hiccups along the way but now the Prentiss-Jareaus were an unstoppable team.

#raeswritingbingo #i just needed to write emily with a service dog #jemily #jennifer jareau #emily prentiss #criminal minds #jemily fanfic #criminal minds fanfic #fluff #crossposted on ao3

[thefuzzzz]

Jasico Bingo Challenge #15!!

Prompt: Nightmares

The Zeus cabin was not the most comforting place on earth. It mimicked and mocked Jason’s uneven breathing with echoes until he found himself walking out the door in his pajamas.

Jason walked to what he knew as the most comforting place in camp, the Hades Cabin. Coincidentally, it was also his boyfriend’s cabin.

He pushed open the door with the key Nico had supplied him with and looked around the dark room.

Nico sat at his desk, hair pulled up and computer illuminating his face as his service dog, O’Leary Jr., padded over the wooden floors to greet Jason.

“What’s wrong?” Nico said in his commanding voice the way he always spoke. It sounded cruel, but Jason knew him better than to think he would ever speak to him like that. He knew him well enough to hear the worry in his tone.

“Nightmare,” Jason said simply. Nico got the point. He stood up, O’Leary Jr. walking over to join him, and pulled Jason into a hug.

“I’m sorry,” Nico mumbled, pulling him down. “You’ve been having so many lately.”

“I’m ok,” Jason said, holding Nico a little tighter than usual.

“You can stay the night here.”

Nico climbed onto his bed, his ever-curious dog hopping up with him. Nico gave her a little pat before pulling back the blankets for Jason to join them.

He laid down, pulling Nico towards him under the blanket. Nico wrapped his arms around Jason, tangling a hand in his hair and letting the other press his head to his chest to hear his heartbeat.

O’Leary Jr. made herself comfortable behind Nico’s legs, her steady snoring and mass of black fur used to lay there to calm Nico down on bad nights.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Nico asked, softening his voice.

“Not really. I just want to lay here with you.”

Nico smiled and rubbed patterns into Jason’s back. He hardly realized Jason had fallen asleep until he said goodnight with no response.

Nico chuckled, kissing Jason’s forehead lightly before falling asleep himself.

For the first time all week, Jason slept soundly without a nightmare.

This is also on AO3:

My card:

#jasicobingochallenge2024 #nightmares #fanfiction #fluff #jasico #Nico di Angelo has a service dog #no i will not elaborate #Jason Grace has nightmares #no beta we die like jason #🪻fanfics

[halfpintpeach]

P.P.P.S.

Should any of my messages find you I pray it be this one for I wish for you to write that which most pleases you dear Pint. For I will love it.

With the utmost sincerity, - @jtl-fics

Prof Neil Prequel || WIP Wednesday 10/4/23 (closed)

Special little thing for you my sweet since you helped reignite the flame that is Professor Neil :))

September 16, 2008 (Tuesday)

Tuesday was probably Neil’s favorite day of the week. He only had two classes in the morning and both were lectures that he didn’t mind sitting in. After his lectures he always went to the small coffee shop that didn’t even serve good coffee, but it was cheap and it was routine. Routines helped and kept him focused. Besides, the coffee shop was the only one that hadn’t tried to demand proof of papers for his service dog. One would think that the prostetic leg would be proof enough but Neil clearly over estimated the mental capacity of most people. 

Armed with subpar coffee and a warm bagel, Neil made his way to the library. The main floor was a communal hub, no volume limits and plenty of chairs and couches for people to sit on. Tucked on the left side was an open room full of tables, the tutoring center. The woman behind the desk smiled as Neil walked up and wrote down his arrival in a notebook. Neil enjoyed tutoring oddly enough, he didn’t like the people persay, but he enjoyed the subjects and the feeling of someone understanding a difficult concept was hard to beat. 

#aftg #all for the game #andrew minyard #neil josten #andreil #andreil fanfic #wip wednesday game #aftg wip wednesday #pints wips #pint writes #pint answers #professor neil josten au #professor neil #service dog

[spirit-of-the-westao3]

Donnie x Blythe

There’s a reason I don’t specify what Blythe looks like- I want readers to imagine her however they see fit! Whether that means she looks like you or she just looks like some badass chick that wrestles Rhodesian ridgebacks, I’m all for it!

This just happens to be what she looks like in my head!

Blythe is by no means a fighter- the only muscles she has built up are from wrestling dogs and wrangling cats.

Nonetheless, Donnie tries to teach her a few simple Defense moves- she holds her own, but only because she knows where he’s ticklish.

While she may look rugged and hardcore, she’s often fighting off some sort of internal emotional conflict. She just keeps her hair short because of sensory issues and she recently acquired two new tattoos- one for Donnie, and another for Leo, because both of them saved her life in more ways than one.

I’m thinking next doodle includes Arlo, her four legged medical companion 🐾…..thoughts?

Fun Fact: you can’t really see it here, but Blythe is actually missing parts of her fingers on her right hand…maybe she’s a smidge hardcore after all.

#vet tech #leonardo rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rise leo #ao3 fanfic #leosagi #rise fanart #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles fanart #rise donnie #donnie fanart #teenage mutant ninja turtles donnie #autistic donnie #donnie tmnt #disaster twins #mental heath issues #ptsd #service dog #rise donatello #rise movie #unpause rise of the tmnt #rise season 3 #turtlepower #turtles forever #original character #healing