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#so jealous of a dog
luneariann · 1 year
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Inspired by that one wan! Chapter
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szollibisz · 5 months
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"Dogcoded Curt this-" "dogcoded Curt that-"
But it was Owen who could never let go or move on despite his denial, it was Owen who based his life around Curt even in his misery and anger, it was Owen who stayed loyal in his own twisted way no matter how hurt he was, it was Owen who, even after being ruined and abandoned by the man he loved, couldn't bring himself to kill him. Owen could never separate himself from the idea of being Curt's, because it's the only love he knows he's good for
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slasherfantasy · 7 months
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A meet-cute with a member (or all!) of the 141 where they come across you when you've been walking your dog, and she refuses to walk any further. She's only 40lbs*, but you're still struggling to carry her back home, and you keep having to stop and take breaks and gasp for air.
Cue 1 or more buff military dudes laughing, swooping in, and scooping up your dog as they ask you where you live. You try to insist it's no big deal and you can do it, but your dog is very happy in his arms and licking his face while he laughs, and you just end up helplessly following behind him while he jokes and carries your pup like she weighs absolutely nothing.
He/They definitely note down your address when you all arrive home, sneaking your dog a piece of jerky and bidding you farewell with a smile. He's/They're already planning to find out your dog-walking route, so he/they can "run into" you again.
*40lbs = 18kg
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screwpinecaprice · 7 months
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Another random pencil sketchdump while I wait for my laptop to charge.
Oval-shaped faces are personally tricky to do digitally compared on paper. And guess who has an oval-shaped face??
On the third pic's bottom left, I tested giving Connie a little heart-shape to see how it looks because heart-shapes are relatively the easiest to me digitally; maybe I can cheat a bit there, you know? (And it works great for others.) And to be honest.. I'm really not sure about it. :/ I definitely like the one on the right more. But how the heck is it so hard to do on the tabbbbb?
Oh! Also skitched @pogostikk's short-haired Connie and clown boi Steven. I love them. 🥺💕
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foranpo · 1 year
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ੈ˚☆ 11:51pm.
˚ʚ b.stray.dogs. ˚ʚ ranpo. ˚ʚ angst to fluff.
ੈ♡˳────── enjoy the reading <3 ──────
The rain was heavy, loud, noisy, attacking the windows with the fury of anguish that lingered in the gray, thick, resentful clouds of that night. The wind was pressing, settling in the streets and neighborhoods of the city, devouring all the life it saw, envious of its simplicity and eternity.
But the real storm had originated in your house, in your room, mere words ago.
"You always knew that, didn't you?"
Your eyes burned with the pain of betrayal, red with the aggression of hurt, tearful with the intensity of agony.
"It has always been my knowledge."
Always.
You started to walk around your room, trying to release some of your anger in the hurried steps you took, painting tumultuous paths between your bed and the door over and over and over again.
"And didn't you think it was better to tell me that before we went this far? Before I gave myself completely to you?"
You spoke to yourself, letting all your frustrations escape your lips. It was a song of despair, a symphony of regret running away from you with every step, every word, every tear trapped in your eyes.
How could you be so dumb?
You knew it was a mistake. Your whole story, a mistake. From the moment you allowed yourself to fall in love with the agency's Great Detective to the moment you let yourself be carried away by Ranpo's hollow, empty, manipulative words that involved you in a relationship so perfect, so beautiful, too good to be true —or sincere.
How could you be so naive?
How did you allow yourself to be carried away by promises addressed to the stars, how did you allow yourself to fall into confessions declared to the skies? Nothing he said, nothing he confessed to you, was directed at you. All the words he said to you were never really meant for you; they were always given to the possibility of the universe, offered to the infinity of time and space, never lingering in the moment, in you.
"Tell you... what?"
You stopped walking and looked at Ranpo, his eyes closed in pure confusion, his speech too light to be a tease or a lie.
"What do you mean what?" you huffed and sat on the bed, tired, hurt, broken. How your head hurt at that moment. "I asked you if you liked me, if you loved me."
"Yes."
Ranpo was still confused, an almost comical expression on his face as he tried to follow your reasoning, the young detective's intellect practically nil when it came to you, to your relationship.
"You said no."
"Oh!" Ranpo sat beside you when your explanation lightened a little the darkness in which you had left him. "I don't love you because I believe that's not enough."
You looked at him in the middle of the storm, the rain slackening in line with Ranpo's words, the wind momentarily withdrawing so that the following words could be heard clearly and without any hitch. That moment belonged to Ranpo, and the universe, devoted to your love, complicit in your passion, was ready to praise the true feelings that were in his soul, in his heart.
"Love ends up dying one day. A lie, a betrayal, or simply because it ceased to exist. Love is ephemeral. And what I feel for you, what we have, I know will transcend our time and the entire universe. "
"That doesn't justify your reaction, why you were so rude when you know what it means to me."
You never forced him to use the three words that flowed so freely from your lips whenever you saw him. You never forced him to be uncomfortable around you for your sake. But all you asked, all you wanted, was a confirmation of a question. A simple 'yes'. And he attacked you with the cruelty of his thoughts, with the intellectuality of his feelings.
"I want to give you everything, I want to do everything for you. But I can't give you what you ask, I don't know how to give it to you. For now."
For now. But already a little late.
Tears finally began to flow as the rain finally stopped. Looking at Ranpo, seeing how naturally he handled that argument, it was too much for your already broken heart.
There was a long pause.
"But I want you to understand what goes on inside me. I want you to know what I really feel. It's not love, because I don't believe in the existence of something so small and strong. It's something big, that contains multitudes and that doesn't fit in me. It's something that forces me to confess to the stars, to promise the sky a continuation in the next life because this one is too small to love you completely, to love you as you should be loved. I am devoted to you, completely surrendered to you and your existence, bewitched by your soul."
Ranpo had held your face in the middle of his speech, forcing you to look into his eyes, into his soul, and realize that only truth was uttered by him.
His thumbs wiped away your tears, smoothing your cheeks with the care of someone who really cares, someone who really loves.
"But if you prefer, I'll say it. With all the letters and syllables, in as many languages as you want."
But you shook your head and, in a last effort at comfort, you let your head hide in Ranpo's chest, allowing him to envelop you in a tight embrace, feeling the pieces of your heart come together again with each caress given by Ranpo.
And, in the warmth of each other's arms, you and Ranpo shared the rest of the night in the silence of your room and in the calm that came after the storm outside, letting the sounds of the city lull you into a necessary sleep, letting the love between you covered yourselves in that small space, with the assurance that your feelings had been heard, understood, accepted; after all, there were many ways to say you loved someone.
ੈ♡˳───── feedback is appreciated <3 ─────
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canisalbus · 8 months
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oh wow, I've literally JUST noticed I got the exact same birthmarks under the eyes as Vasco!! mine are quite smaller, but still. kinda silly that I've only noticed now. but yeah! I love you art and your mental illness dogs!! also the colors??? gorgeous I say. you're very talented and I hope you have a nice day!!!
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jaevy · 30 days
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delta looks a little… different… in these doodles
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kennyomegasweave · 8 months
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Not Yi almost giving away his entire game because his sheer disdain for Nong. He really has been beefing with this dog for several years at this point. This dog that he got Diao himself! I love this show, I love this pairing. So utterly ridiculous.
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reclusivesapphire · 1 year
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KHLOE KARDASHIAN THREW AN OCTONAUTS THEMED BIRTHDAY PARTY FOR HER DAUGHTER
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nine year old me would have KILLED for this
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randomly thinking abt how i dislike the 'brooke did nothing wrong and was only used by jeremy' take bc it ultimately dumbs down her character. she's popular, she has absolutely been used by guys countless times before, she knows the drill. yes she did appreciate that jeremy made her feel seen or whatever but she also knew exactly how it would end. this former 'loser' is throwing himself all over her out of nowhere, of course he wants something out of her but she's willing to pretend not to see it as long as she gets what she wants out of him. it was a mutually exploitative relationship that only appeared to be genuine bc of how calculative both sides were. the power play man there is so much more to it than 'brooke is the naive and innocent girl and jeremy broke her heart'
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nonbinary-akutagawa · 8 months
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look Dazai just call Chuuya your bitch, you obviously want to.
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tvisnoton · 8 months
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I need some good ranpoe headcanons…. I just KNOW that Poe gets jealous easily. But it’s not the “you’re mine” jealous, it’s the “how dare you think you’re that close to Ranpo” kind. Honestly? Ranpo loves it, because he likes to play with Poe and say things just to make him more jealous and get a reaction out of him.
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residentgayguy · 2 months
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"An unconcious Sigma" let's smack him against the floor 15 tines because he's too pretty for this world
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slasherfantasy · 3 months
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I love hybrid and shifter au's, but whenever I think too long about them, I start thinking about my own pets and the kind of things I say to them.
"[Dog] STOP following the cat! The cat would be happy to be friends but the cat does not want you to sniff her butt!"
"[Dog1], stop sniffing her genitals! [Dog2]'s already displaying all the behaviors of a submissive pup, you don't need to sniff her genitals too!"
"[Dog2] for god's sake, stop barking at the cat! The cat is hiding under a table! You don't need to bark at her! She's not doing anything to you!"
"[Dog1], NO! I gave that stick to [Dog2]! You cannot take that stick from her just because you're jealous that I gave her a stick! *gives stick back to dog2* Here, [Dog1], here's a new stick, this one is all yours *both dogs happily destroying sticks*"
"You better stop getting in her face, [Dog2]. She's gonna bap-bap-bap you! You better leave her alone! *dog2 predictably gets smacked in the face by the cat and begins crying despite having harassed the cat for an hour*"
*endless hours kicking the soccer/football ball for one dog while simultaneously playing tug-of-war with a stuffed alligator for the other dog*
*hears the cat hiss from another room and rushes in in time to see dog2 get absolutely wrecked by a smack-smack-smack to the face*
In short, Price is exhausted and is considering telling Gaz that he's not allowed to keep the cat hybrid. (But he can't stand the combined sad faces from his team and the kitty... no matter how many times the kitty smacks particular team members... daily...)
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doubledyke · 2 months
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man courage the cowardly dog plushies are almost as fucked up looking (affectionate) as eene plushies
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kuni-kuun · 2 years
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Jealous ?
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