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@anon-pups
Hey there and welcome!
Weβre a multi-fandom rp blog, just providing fuzzy companions to anyone who needs or wants them.
Rules:
1- donβt abuse the dogs. Can the pups come up injured for angst reasons? Sure. But donβt straight up abuse the dogs.
2- none of them have names but they do have tags with their dog-breed on them. Feel free to call the darlings whatever you like.
Meet the pups!
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(Letβs switch things up a bit shall we?)
Much smaller claws than usual scrabble about on the floor until a black and white loaf of a dog is sat by Silcoβs ankle, peering up at him a bit skeptically. But there seems to be a delivery clutched in the little beastβs teeth.
Those aren't the sounds of the dog he's used to...
Curious, Silco leans forward in his chair to get a look, and that is far from the dog that usually comes around. And because he doesn't know this dog, he reaches a hand out with caution for a sniff.
"Hello."
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The little beastβs ears perk to full alert and she grumbled a less than pleased little huff, but she does press what sheβs brought into his hand without giving a sniff. Rude little thing though at least she doesnβt try to nip.
Sheβs brought him a package with a new set of smokes and some scraps of paper that have tidbits of information scrawled on them Silco might find useful. A courier as opposed to the dog that normally visits him.
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[ CHRYSANTHEMUM ] β wraps a cozy blanket around both of them and pulls your muse close for a quiet moment. (Tibet and Raz?)
The big mastiff pauses at essentially being scooped into a lap, itβs rare anyone can make her into a lapdog after all, butβ¦
Feeling herself be held close, snuggled in a lap, and wrapped in a cozy blanket? That feels like paradise, she melts against the big snake creature and lets out a big sigh. Her head rests on his shoulder and enjoys the time to be spoiled.
β‘β Flower-themed fluff starters ββ‘
Send [...] for my muse... Send [...] + 'reverse' for change roles
[ DAISY ] β gives your muse a small wildflower crown they made just for them.
[ LAVENDER ] β gently brushes your muse's hair and hums a lullaby to soothe them.
[ PEONY ] β surprises your muse with a bouquet.
[ SUNFLOWER ] β pulls your muse into a warm, radiant hug.
[ CAMELLIA ] β whispers something sweet into your muse's ear.
[ ROSEBUD ] β shyly reaches for your muse's hand, fingers trembling just a bit.
[ HONEYSUCKLE ] β teases your muse gently, trying to make them laugh after a long day.
[ BLUEBELL ] β falls asleep on your muse's shoulder, feeling completely safe beside them.
[ JASMINE ] β leaves a trail of pressed flowers and soft notes for your muse to find.
[ SNAPDRAGON ] β bravely confesses an affection to your muse.
[ CHRYSANTHEMUM ] β wraps a cozy blanket around both of them and pulls your muse close for a quiet moment.
[ FORGET-ME-NOT ] β shares a nostalgic memory they treasure that involves your muse.
[ CLOVER ] β rests their forehead against your muse's and closes their eyes in silent comfort.
[ LILY ] β kisses your muse's knuckles gently and says nothing, just smiling.
[ MARIGOLD ] β helps your muse with something simple, finding joy in the shared moment.
[ TULIP ] β gives your muse a flower they picked themselves, for no reason other than βI thought of you.β
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THANK YOU for sticking around!
Thank you for following me
Thank you for dealing with my awkward phases
Thank you for dealing with my emotional moments
Thank you for sending in Asks
Thank you for waiting patiently during my hiatuses
Thank you for being such a good group of followers!
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Luna limps into the room, looking tired and a little slow like everything aches something awful. The corgi does wag her tail a bit at the sight of him though, trotting over to lay at his feet and rest.
Homelander was watching news coverage of a speech heβd given when he heard Luna. He frowned at the sight of her, the way she movedβ¦she didnβt look right. βHey, girl. Whatβs wrong? Hm?β He spoke softly, watching as she lay at his feet.
However, he reached over and down, very carefully picking her to let her rest against his chest. βLet me have a look at you. See whatβs going on.β Heβd be able to use his x-ray vision to see if she had any broken bones or internal injuries and the like.
Luna is tolerant of any fuss she gets, whether from Zeus or from any of Voughtβs medic staff, but the second she is put down and Her Person moves away?
The corgi is quick to whine, to try turning her head and sitting up to locate him. Where is Her Person? Abandoning her in her time of need? Jail for father? All the medics smell weird and their hands are cold, theyβre ruffling her fur the wrong way, she just wants Her Person.
Luna limps into the room, looking tired and a little slow like everything aches something awful. The corgi does wag her tail a bit at the sight of him though, trotting over to lay at his feet and rest.
Homelander was watching news coverage of a speech heβd given when he heard Luna. He frowned at the sight of her, the way she movedβ¦she didnβt look right. βHey, girl. Whatβs wrong? Hm?β He spoke softly, watching as she lay at his feet.
However, he reached over and down, very carefully picking her to let her rest against his chest. βLet me have a look at you. See whatβs going on.β Heβd be able to use his x-ray vision to see if she had any broken bones or internal injuries and the like.
Thereβs visibly lots of swelling and bruising, a few fractures and yes a few broken bones.
Given the size of her, her more overconfident nature, and her general tendency to wander the tower she couldβve simply taken a tumble but no. No, no, the pattern was all wrong for a fall or an impression of a slinky on some stairs.
She licks at his hands and the forearm a bit lazily, one attempt at going for his jaw that falls a bit short, tail wagging softly all the while like she hasnβt been hurt.
Like someone didnβt beat up on his dog.
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βI didnβt want to be alone todayβ¦ can I stay here awhile?β -- For whichever pup.
Sam looks up at the human, watches just a few moments, before taking the boyβs sleeve between his teeth and tugging him along. He pulls Lance along to a couch and bullies the human onto it, immediately hopping up to duel in his lap and rest.
The dog may be a washout from the therapy programs but he knows that his weight, as well as the soft of his fur, is really good for stressed people. Lance is very welcome here with him.
//Doing my level best to be active around my new job (officially substitute teaching yay!) and stress quilting because while all my kids have been sweet I know it means a storm is potentially brewing. Stabbing fabric is socially acceptable though so Iβm doing that while my brain frazzles around an imaginary other shoe to drop. But I am here! And lurking.
I love you all!
Why are my feelings weirdly hurt by a junior high student telling me Iβm older than her mom? Lmao
βI havenβt slept. Every time I close my eyes, it gets worse.β Keith understands that Sam can't respond or even grasp what he means, but the samoyed is the only other soul up at this late hour.
Sam whines softly at those words, he understands more than most humans think he does. Maybe space made him strange like that.
He approaches on soft paws before burrowing his stubborn way into Keithβs lap and sitting there to act as a sort of anchoring weight, head tucked close to Keithβs and giving a lick to his cheek. Sam may not have words but if thereβs one thing he can do itβs help, even if itβs like this.
ππππππ ππππππ β ππππππππ ππππππππ ππππππππ
(quiet storms, heavy hearts, and reaching out even when the hands shake)
ππππ ππ ππππππ πππ ππππ
βI didnβt want to be alone todayβ¦ can I stay here awhile?β
βI donβt know whatβs wrong, I just feel heavy.β
βPlease donβt ask if Iβm okay. I wonβt be able to lie convincingly.β
βEverything feels too loud. Can we just sit in silence?β
βIβm trying, I really amβ¦ but today is hard.β
βCan you just hold me? I donβt need answers, justβ¦ quiet.β
ππππ ππ ππ πππ ππ ππ
βI donβt need fixing. Just donβt leave.β
βTell me something good. Anything. Just distract me.β
βI donβt want adviceβ¦ I just want you to listen.β
βPlease donβt treat me like Iβm fragile.β
βI know youβre worried. I just donβt know how to explain whatβs happening.β
βCan you walk with me? I donβt trust myself to be alone right now.β
πππ ππππππ ππππ πππβπ πππ
βI havenβt slept. Every time I close my eyes, it gets worse.β
βItβs 3AM and Iβm still awakeβ¦ talk to me?β
βI hate nights like this. Everything hurts more.β
βI didnβt mean to call this late, I justβ¦ needed a voice I trust.β
βCan we stay up together? Just until my mind settles.β
βI keep overthinking. Say somethingβanythingβbefore I spiral.β
ππππππππππ, πππππ & πππππ
βI canβt breathe. Stay with meβplease.β
βDonβt touch me yet. Just talk to me until it passes.β
βI didnβt know who else to call. Iβm scared.β
βSit with me on the floorβ¦ it helps.β
βCan you count with me? I just need to focus on something real.β
βHold my hand. Tell me Iβm still here.β
πππ πππ π πππππ πππππππππππππ
βI think somethingβs wrong with me.β
βI donβt want to burden you, but I canβt keep pretending.β
βIβve been hiding this for a long time.β
βIβm not okay, but I want to be. I just donβt know how.β
βI need helpβ¦ but I donβt know where to start.β
βYou said youβd stay. Did you mean it?β
ππππ, πππππππ & ππππππππ
βToday was better. Not perfect, justβ¦ better.β
βThank you. For not giving up on me.β
βIβm trying new things. I just wanted you to know.β
βI think I laughed today. Really laughed.β
βYou make it easier. I donβt understand how, but you do.β
βStay close. Iβm learning how to breathe again.β
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dishes or laundry?
I hate both equally and yet I will do both, if Iβm perfect honest though? Iβm more likely to do laundry becauseβ¦ I can just toss it in and forget it. Dishes mean I have to stand or sit curled over like a vulture, either way my spine will hate me.
Laundry also strains my back because lifting but itβs less strain and I can flop down somewhere after.
Mama raised a complainer not a quitter: Iβll do it but youβll hear about it the whole time.
Thereβs the soft jingle of tags and then from around the corner comes a big white cloud of fur, stepping cautiously. How the dog got into space? He doesnβt remember, heβd been with a friend but they got separated a while ago.
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The jingle of tags got his attention at first, though initially Lance mistook it for keys, turning to face it and expecting to see Coran. When he saw a very fluffy pup that resembled a white cloud on four paws coming around the corner instead, he immediately lit up, heading over to crouch down near said pup, reaching out a hand to let him sniff as per courtesy before petting him once he was allowed.
"Heeeey, fluffy guy, how'd you get way out here in space?" he asked, scratching behind his ears and petting him thoroughly once he was allowed to.
The dog gives him a very thorough sniff over before those hands land in the soft white fur, the dog melts into fingers that know what theyβre doing. Actual fingers! Dexterous ones that scratch just right behind the pupβs ears, the dog laying his head more heavily into those warm human hands.
Sam has missed this so much, itβs been ages since he saw a human and heβd not realized how very much heβd missed the company of one.
The dog shuffles in closer to the human until that slight if fluffy frame is leaned up against his chest, head resting on one shoulder and letting out the heaviest sigh a dog could possibly muster.
