can I request todoroki and bakugous reaction when their s/o brings home a stray puppy they found on the streets and wanting to keep the puppy??
These idea is precious. I love this so much. All I can think of is you bringing home a puppy that looks just like the boy. [Admin Denki]
“What are you doing?” Todoroki asked, looking up from his book as you tip-toed into your apartment.
“Uhh. . . nothing.” You murmured, keeping your back turned to Todoroki as you hunched over.
“Are you alright?” Todoroki rose a brow, not familiar with seeing you like that before.
“Oh, I’m completely-”
“Arff!” Both you and Todoroki froze as the sound of panting filled the room.
“You’re hiding a dog in your jacket, aren’t you?” Todoroki set his book down, uncrossing his legs.
“Maybe. . .” You muttered, sitting in the entranceway. A small, fluffy puppy jumped out of your arms, circling the room.
“Why? Why would you bring a stray dog home? And a puppy? They’re a lot of responsibility.” Todoroki lectured you like a mother.
“I know that.” You grumbled. “It’s just. . . she reminded me of you.” You said, letting the black puppy crawl into your lap.
“How? I don’t have black hair.” Todoroki said in confusion. You picked the puppy up, sitting on the couch next to Todoroki and placing the puppy on his lap. The puppy put his paws on Todoroki’s chest, licking his cheeks. The puppy had one brown eye and one blue eye.
“Oh.” Todoroki mumbled, petting the puppy’s head. She wagged her tail, turning around in a circle before hopping off and running around the living room again.
“What do you think? Can we keep her?” You asked.
“We’ll go to the vet tomorrow. If she’s not chipped. . . I guess we can shelter her.” Todoroki decided, surprised when you wrapped your arms around him.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” You squealed.
“Get rid of it.” Bakugou glared at the dog and the dog glared back.
“Stop being a buzz kill. Look how cute he is.” You picked up the dense puppy. He was built like a baby tree trunk, having a stocky body and legs.
“He’s fucking ugly. I don’t want a dog. It’ll shit everywhere.” Bakugou scrunched up his nose. The honest reason was that he did not want competition for your attention. A clingy dog meant less sex or less time together. He glared at the dog, who barked back.
“I don’t get it. You two are so much like each other. Jealous, angry, humping my leg.” You smirked at the last part.
“He fucking humps your leg?!” Bakugou yelled.
“C’mon, he’s a dog. As soon as we get him. . . fixed.” You whispered the last word.
“I don’t want the puppy. Just bring him to the pound or something.” Bakugou shrugged.
“You monster!” You shouted, dramatically. “We’re keeping him.” You crossed your arms, marching off. “Now, I’m going to the pet store to get food, so behave! He better be here when I come back!” You shouted, slamming the front door. Bakugou and the dog bared their teeth.
“Asshole. He’s just a puppy. I don’t get why he’s being such a. . . a. . . a Bakugou.” You grumbled, carrying a big bag of dog food in your arms. You walked back into the apartment, but stopped in the doorway. Bakugou was curled up on the couch, the puppy sleeping underneath Bakugou’s arm. The dog snored, curling into Bakugou’s body.
“If you say a word,” Bakugou murmured, eyes closed. “-I will murder you. . . figuratively.” He corrected yourself. You put your hand over your mouth, having to keep yourself from squealing.
Schoolwork time! I worked more on this project this semester, which means more Ishke! This time as a tiny sapling kid. I ditched the lineart completely with this and went straight from the thumbnail, so yes actual painting practise!! Again, I definitely need to practise it waaaay more often, but at least this turned out kind of pretty I think.
I need to paint something other than Ishke though, I have few more illustrations with him/the world he lives in from this semester and some cool worldbuilding development (that started with me questioning if tree people have nipples)(I’m serious) but I’m really burnt out from doing that for an entire year as schoolwork :l
Sera: You can make magic anywhere, Solas? You ever piss it by accident?
Solas: No….wait. No.
Sera: What? How would you not remember something like that?
Solas: We were all young once.
Welp, here it is. Solas, age nineteen, pissing magic. From the POV of Ghilan’nain. This is a Teen Wolfstory. <3 Thanks, @5ftgarden, for making this possible.
Winter was a colorful chill that year,
mild. The sky was red. Ghil had been hanging out in one of the alleys near
Winter Street in Arlathan with a couple of girlfriends. They were snotty
bitches who wore too much make-up and drank prissy booze, and she knew they
only kept her around like a pet because of Solas. He could get the good drugs.
He knew all the good parties, and he had a leg-up in every casino in town. Free
drinks. Ghil put up with these girls because otherwise, she had nobody but him,
and that seemed a stupid way to be.
She wondered where
all the regular girls were. The ones who just smoked and liked to lie down on
rooftops and look at the shapes in the stars. She had begun to wonder whether
this was a kind of girl that actually existed, or if they were all exactly like
her, and this is the thing that kept them separate from one another: they were
each taken up by some tender, cute boy who felt everything but didn’t know how
to show it. Ghil loved Solas so much those days, it made her teeth hurt.
These mean girls with
the make-up, they all lived in dreamy castles in Arlathan, but they were small
potatoes. They were anything but nobility.
Their families were stupid foot soldiers to the actual queens and kings. It
was like a joke. Even still, they thought Ghil’s country life a trashy novelty.
They looked at Solas and they saw an unattainable treat from the wrong side of
the tracks, and he sort of let them bat their eyelashes at him for a while, because
he liked the attention, but that was it. He always went home with Ghil. Or, she
went home with him, rather, as she had not actually spent the night in her own
house for near on a month.
hated it there. She wanted to be free. She wanted to spend her nights at Solas’s
house where his mother was the kindest witch in all the Weathers, and even
after all these years, she still showed Ghil how to do special kinds of magic
with the roots in the earth, and she would braid Ghil’s hair for her in the
mornings and make ice water. Ghil showed her once how she could grow baby
animals from the knots of trees—like baby chipmunks, baby eagles. Solas’s
mother found this very impressive, which was high praise. Solas, meanwhile, just
liked to build shit. He restored an old train car at the back of their property
to working order. He put it on a track and everything. Ghil still wasn’t sure
how he’d gotten it back there, but he did, somehow, and the magic he’d used was
so confusing, he’d had to write it down. Just a bunch of math, she thought.
Ghil could wither
birds and flower them back up into the shapes of hats, but Solas once cut a
hole in space and took her through it, and together they walked in a tunnel
made of stars and that somehow dropped them into one of the floating castles over
Arlathan. How the fuck? said Ghil. He
tried to explain. She could make animals, but he could fold the physics of the
world in on itself and somehow write it all down, and this, to her, was the
height of genius. But he didn’t seem to care. He had very little ambition. He
just wanted to restore old train cars and experiment with worm holes in the
sky. When she asked him what he planned to do with such superior magic, he
merely shrugged his shoulders. “What do you mean?” he said. That was it.
So tonight, she was
hanging out with the snotty bitches of the upper-middle-class of Arlathan,
waiting for Solas. He was supposed to be in the Ring, but Ghil thought maybe he
wasn’t there that night. He had gotten sort of sick of the knuckle fights and
probably he was actually in one of the casinos instead. He played a lot of
cards in those days. She thought maybe this meant he was calming down, but
there was no way to be sure. Solas was just…Solas. He did what he was gonna do,
and she couldn’t stop him. Nobody could.
“This root sucks,”
said Hallavune. She flicked the joint to the sidewalk. She had very pretty
black hair. It was so shiny, it could have been a creature slicked in oil.
Ghil sighed. “I’m
going to the bathroom,” she said.
“Where?” said Areina.
She was blond like Ghil, but her eyes were like ice cream cones, kind of droopy
and wet all the time. Hallavune and Areina didn’t really want Ghil to leave.
Ghil knew this. Because if Ghil left, that meant no Solas.
Ghil looked around. “One
of the casinos,” she said. “I’ll be back.”
She went down the
block a little bit, took a right into the casino called Pale Dreaming. It was
the one with the tree-shaped candles, and she liked it here. It was the softest
of them all, and the bartenders were nice, and they mostly knew her, because of
“Hey, kitty cat,” one
of them said. He was an older man, like forty-two, sleeves rolled up, polishing
a rocks glass behind the counter. “What can I get for you?”
“Gin,” she said.
“Just a little. On the rocks.”
He poured her the
drink, put a little sprig of rosemary. “On the house,” he said.
She smiled, sipped
her drink. She did not like to drink very often, but when she did, she liked
gin. She liked juniper berries. Gin tasted like the woods. “Has Solas been by?”
“Yes, ma’am,” he
said. “He’s here now.”
Ghil looked up. “He
“Just stumbled out
back for a piss, I think.” The bartender winked. He was a married man and very
sturdy and somewhat handsome, but he had a deep scar going from the root of his
left eyebrow all the way down to his earlobe. She wondered what could have given
a man like this a scar like that.
“Thanks,” said Ghil,
reaching for her purse. “Can I tip you?”
He clicked his
tongue. “No, ma’am.”
She went out the
backdoor. One of the bouncers showed her out. Usually, only employees got to go
back there, but she was different. She was special. She was Ghil.
She found Solas not
far, his head pressed hard to the wall, pissing in the alley. He had his eyes
closed. She leaned right beside him, plucked a joint from her pocket. The
moment she lit the end, he smiled.
“Are you a literal
wolf now?” she said, smoking, debonair. “Marking your territory?”
He zipped up, gave
her a look, smiled. “What are you doing back here?”
“I needed to get away
from Hallavune and the other one,” she said. “They hate my elfroot.”
“Not good enough for
them?” said Solas. She passed him the joint. He took a drag, passed it back.
“Certainly not,” said
Ghil. She sighed. “Did you even make it to the fights tonight?”
He shoved his hands
in his pockets. It was chilly out there. “No,” he said. “I think I’m done. For
real this time.”
“No promises, but
She got on her tip-toes, gave him a kiss. “I
think I’m gonna just hang out at the bar,” she said. “If you’re going to be a
“Not much longer,” he
“Can I bring the
bitch brigade in here? Or will they get kicked out for being too pure.”
“You can bring them
only if they promise to make a face when I tell them I have no elfroot. I’m
“I have tons,” she
“Yes, but apparently,
She shoved him. He
laughed into her ear, kissed the highest tip. “It’s cold,” he said.
She tossed the joint,
stamped it out with her boot.
But as they turned
around, she saw something weird, on the
wall. “Solas,” she said. “What the fuck is that?”
He raised his
eyebrows, took a step around her so he could see. Where he’d taken a piss
before, there was a little vortex. Like, cutting into the plains of existence
and pulsing black and silver, like a little mouth. “Holy shit,” he said.
“Are you that drunk?”
she said. “You’re pissing magic?”
“I am not drunk,” he said. He kicked the wall
once, and the vortex disappeared. “I don’t think.”
She sort of laughed,
let him win. He kissed her on the hair and they went back inside.
Yavanna, the Giver of Fruits. She is the lover of all things that grow in the earth, and all their countless forms she holds in her mind, from the trees like towers in forests long ago to the moss upon stones or the small and secret things in the mould. […] In the form of a woman she is tall, and robed in green; but at times she takes other shapes. Some there are who have seen her standing like a tree under heaven, crowned with the Sun; and from all its branches there spilled a golden dew upon the barren earth, and it grew green with corn; but the roots of the tree were in the waters of Ulmo, and the winds of Manwë spoke in its leaves. Kementári, Queen of the Earth, she is surnamed in the Eldarin tongue.