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friskynotebook · 1 year

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You Make It Feel Like Christmas Ch. 2

An Obidala Hallmark Christmas movie rewrite!

CW: age gap, food, grief, injury, concussion

Summary: Obi-Wan and the kids take Padme in—too bad she doesn't remember who she is.

Also on AO3!

Obi-Wan smirked as he drove home, watching Luke ogle the fresh apple pie from the corner of his eye.

“How’s that pie?”

“Still warm!” Luke grinned at his dad.

“ . . . We’re expecting up to three feet of snow in mountain areas,” the newscaster’s voice crackled over the radio. “The National Weather Service says the storm can last anywhere from 24 to 48 hours.”

Obi-Wan raised his eyebrows. “That sounds like perfect sledding weather to me.”

“Yeah!”

“We can go tomorrow after breakfast, how does that sound?”

“Awesome!” Luke beamed.

Obi-Wan turned back to the road—only to find a woman wandering in the middle of the road, a dazed look in her eyes.

“Whoa!” Obi-Wan swerved and slammed on his brakes, taking a moment to catch his breath.

He turned to his son. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah.” Luke nodded.

“You stay right here. I’ll be right back, okay?”

“Okay,” Luke replied, anxiously looking out the window, back at where the woman was.

Obi-Wan got out of his truck, cautiously approaching the woman.

“Are you alright?” he called. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you there.”

The woman gazed at him, her warm brown eyes out of focus. “Uh . . .”

“Why are you out here?” he asked, placing his hands on her arms and scanning her fine features.

“I don’t know . . .” She trailed off, looking behind her. “I was in a snowbank? I think? And I crawled here . . .”

“Oh goodness,” he muttered. “Did your car break down?” He tried making eye contact with her. “Are you alright?”

“I don’t know.” She shook her head. “I don’t know . . .” She stumbled forward.

Obi-Wan caught her, instinctively pulling her closer.

“Oh dear,” he murmured, frowning at her forehead. “It looks like you’ve got quite the head wound there—we should take care of that.”

He led her to the truck, opening the door for her. “Luke, scooch over.”

Luke picked up the pie and slid to the middle, letting the woman get in next to him.

Obi-Wan quickly went back to the driver’s side. “That cut looks pretty bad. We should get you back and take a look at it—gentle, gentle.”

The woman had started touching it, then examining her fingers. “I’m bleeding?”

“Yes, you are, which is why we should get home as soon as possible.” Obi-Wan started the truck again.

“You know what, I’m fine,” she insisted. “I’m just gonna take a little nap—”

“No, no, don’t do that!” Obi-Wan interrupted her. “You shouldn’t sleep with a head wound until we get it checked out . . .” He bit his lip, glancing at his son. “Luke, what should we talk about for our drive home?”

“I can tell you about the squirrel family in the backyard!” Luke suggested, grinning at the woman.

“Um, okay,” she replied, turning towards the boy.

Throughout the drive, Obi-Wan snuck glances at the strange woman and his son, ignoring the light fluttering in his stomach.

Woof! Woof!

Padme frowned, her head threatening to split wide open.

Where am I?

Slowly, painfully, Padme blinked her eyes open. She was in a child’s bedroom—a little girl’s, judging by the canopy bed, fairy lights, and princess motifs on the wall. Her eyes soon focused on the source of the insistent barking—a little terrier resting beside her on the bed.

Her brow furrowed even further. Where am I? Scratch that—who am I?

“Hi!”

Padme jumped, then turned to see a little girl standing beside the bed—presumably the girl whose room she was in.

“I’m Leia! I’m four and a half! This is my bedroom, but you can sleep in here if you want to!” The dark-haired girl with way too much energy gleefully introduced herself. “Sometimes my friends sleep over. That’s my dog Lola and this is my doll Winter! Do you have a doll?”

“Uh,” Padme tried to focus her thoughts. “I don’t think so.”

“Daddy! The pretty lady woke up!” Leia called.

Padme sat up against the pillows, listening to the approaching footsteps. She looked up, her eyes meeting the most gorgeous pair of blue eyes she had ever seen.

God, he’s beautiful. She wasn’t sure of much in her life at this point, but of this, she was certain—she had never seen anyone so effortlessly, ruggedly beautiful in her life. Layered auburn hair, a neatly trimmed beard, an athletic physique—he looked like he could be on the cover of a romance novel.

Padme cleared her throat. “Where am I?”

“You’re okay.” That’s not fair—he’s beautiful and has that accent?? The man’s eyes crinkled endearingly at the corners. “You’re in our home. I’m Obi-Wan Kenobi, and this is my daughter Leia. How are you feeling?”

“Um . . . Kind of beat up?” Padme closed her eyes, massaging her temple.

“Don’t worry! My daddy’s a doctor!” Leia exclaimed.

Padme perked up. “He is?”

“A doctor for animals!”

“Uh, yes, I’m a veterinarian,” Obi-Wan clarified. “But the principles are pretty much the same. Do you mind if I take a quick look?”

“Not at all,” Padme replied.

Obi-Wan pulled out a small flashlight and crouched down, focusing on her eyes. “I’m going to check out your pupils. This may be a little bright, but I want to see how responsive they are.”

He shined the light in her eyes and Padme squinted. He wasn’t kidding about that light.

“I do have an MD coming as soon as she can, but all the roads are closed from the storm,” he told her.

“Storm?”

“Yes, there was a big storm.”

“Like a tornado?”

“No,” he replied, his voice gentle. “Like a snowstorm. Lots of snow.”

Obi-Wan turned off the light and set it back in the pocket of his flannel shirt. “The good news is your pupils are completely responsive now, no more signs of shock. You do have a mild concussion and a cut on your head—”

“Ah!” Padme exclaimed, touching the cut.

“Gentle, gentle,” he soothed, lightly touching her arm. “It’s alright, it’s nothing serious. All things considered, you’re actually doing pretty well.”

“Oh,” she murmured.

“Do you remember anything?” he asked.

Padme opened her mouth to respond, then closed it as she realized she couldn’t recall any of the events of last night—or most of her life, for that matter. “No,” she frowned. “Wait, how did I get here?”

“My son, Luke, and I, we found you wandering on the road . . . do you remember that?” Obi-Wan furrowed his brow. “You got in a truck, Luke told you all about the squirrel family living in our yard. Do you remember any of this?”

“No, none of it.”

“Can you tell me your name?” he asked.

“My name.” Surely I know that. But no matter how hard she thought, she couldn’t recall a name familiar enough to be hers. “Oh my god. I don’t know my name!”

“Hey, hey, it’s alright,” Obi-Wan soothed, holding her arm. “It’s really important for you to try to stay calm right now. We’ll work with the situation, we’ll work with what we do know. Let’s rewind a bit—what do you remember from before we met you? Were you visiting someone? Were you driving and got into an accident, maybe?”

Padme shook her head slowly. “I don’t—I don’t remember any of it.”

“You’re going to be alright,” he reassured her. “And you have some nice pink pajamas, which is the most important thing.” His eyes crinkled.

“What?” Padme looked down, taking in the pink fleece ensemble she was wearing. “Who dressed me in this?”

“A family friend, Breha,” Obi-Wan replied.

“I helped—I found them for you!” An older boy entered the room carrying more clothes. “Because I want to be a doctor . . . or a writer . . . or maybe even a pilot!”

Obi-Wan chuckled. “This is my eldest son, Korkie.” He placed a hand on his son’s shoulder and turned back to Padme. “You're going to be just fine, I promise. Whenever you’re ready, just get dressed and come down and we’ll get you something to eat, hmm?”

“Okay,” Padme nodded.

“In the meantime, is there anything else we can do, anything else that you need?”

“ . . . I don’t remember what I need.”

Obi-Wan smiled softly. “That’s alright. We’ll be right downstairs if you do.”

A little while later, Padme went downstairs, following the happy chatter from the kitchen.

“Be careful, they’re a little hot,” Obi-Wan warned. “Make sure Luke gets some.”

“It’s very hot,” Leia told her twin brother. “You have to be careful.”

The family turned when they heard footsteps. “Hey!” Obi-Wan grinned, and Padme tried to ignore her heart flipping inside her chest.

“Hi!” the rest of the kids echoed. Padme waved back.

“Grab a plate and help yourself to whatever you want,” Obi-Wan told her. “We’ve got plenty of everything—and coffee, of course. How do you take yours?”

Padme furrowed her brow. “Um . . . I don’t know. Hot?”

Obi-Wan let out a small chuckle. “Good news, I’ve got hot coffee.” He poured her a cup, and Padme watched the muscles inside his arm flex as he did his task. “We’ll keep it black for now and if you want any cream or sugar, we can always add it in later.”

Luke dropped a fork on his plate. “Do you know your name yet?”

Padme flinched at the noise and sipped at her coffee. “No, not yet.”

“I know how to tie my shoe!” Leia announced. “Wanna see?”

“Oh, okay,” Padme nodded, setting down the mug.

Leia put her foot on the table and started tying the laces on her slippers.

“Leia!” Luke whined.

“On the counter, seriously?” Korkie added.

Obi-Wan shook his head and huffed out a laugh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “At least she’s wearing her slippers.”

Padme started patting her head, then inspecting her fingers. “It looks like my head isn’t bleeding anymore, that’s good. Maybe I’m ready to go . . .” She blinked, frowning. “Because I think I should find someone who knows who I am, you know?”

Obi-Wan cocked his head to the side, his bright blue eyes focused on hers.

“So I’m just gonna get going,” Padme said, running a hand through her hair.

"Are you sure? You hit your head pretty hard—you do have a mild concussion," Obi-Wan fretted.

"Yeah, but it's fine, so I'm just gonna . . . go and find that human doctor."

She walked backwards towards the door and opened it—only to be met with an avalanche of snow piled up at the door.

Obi-Wan crossed the room and stood beside her. "It snowed last night."

"Oh. Yeah, I can see." Padme gave the snow pile a dazed look. “Snow . . .”

“Lots of snow,” he told her, placing a gentle hand on her back. "Let's go back inside, yeah?"

"I mean, this has to be fixable, right? You can't just get . . . lost and no one finds you. Can you?" Padme paced in front of the fireplace as Obi-Wan and the kids nodded along.

"I have to have family or friends looking for me. Right?"

She moaned, flopping down on the couch next to Leia.

"Of course someone's looking for you," Obi-Wan said, turning to his children. "We're all smart people here, so why don't we brainstorm what we can figure out about you now, hm?"

"Yeah!" Korkie agreed, the twins nodding with him.

"Great! So . . . what do we know about you?" Obi-Wan asked.

"Nothing." Luke's shoulders slumped.

Obi-Wan sighed. "Luke, not helpful. And also not true! Korkie, go grab the chore board.”

Korkie sprung to his feet and went to get the white board the family used to divide the chores.

“We found you on the side of the road. So . . . what were you doing there?” Obi-Wan asked, stroking his beard. “You were . . . out for a walk.”

“In the snow?” Padme asked.

“We go for walks in the snow!” Leia added.

“But are you wearing four inch heel boots?” Padme countered.

“Maybe you’re a bank robber on the run and you’re only pretending to have amnesia long enough to find the money you stashed in the woods,” Luke theorized, getting more excited with each word.

Obi-Wan gave his younger son a deeply confused look. “I’m going to say you were out for a drive. I’ll go with that . . . Although, we didn’t see a car near you that night. Either way, Korkie, write down ‘car.’”

“Okay, Dad.” Korkie started to write.

“Wait, what about the clothes I was wearing?” Padme asked. “Because maybe the keys to that car are in the pockets, or maybe there’s some other clue to identify me.”

“I didn’t see anything in the pockets when we washed your clothes,” Korkie said. “And I checked them really carefully.”

“That’s alright, we’re figuring things out,” Obi-Wan continued.

“So what you’re basically saying is I’m here with no idea where I came from or where I was going, and no idea if somebody is looking for me, and all I have to my name are the clothes I was wearing last night, if I even have a name!” Padme moaned, putting her head into her hands.

Obi-Wan approached her. “Hey, hey. It’ll be alright. When you think about it, we have everything we need right here. We have wood for the fire to keep us warm, a cellar full of food—”

“And Lola to protect us!” Leia chimed in.

“And Lola to protect us,” Obi-Wan repeated. “Someone will come forward, I really believe that. And I’ll make as many phone calls as I can to spread the word. Everything will work itself out. I’m sure someone is looking for you right now”

Obi-Wan patted her knee, then went to make his calls. In the meantime, the children made a makeshift bed on the couch for Padme to rest, and she drifted off to the sound of Obi-Wan’s voice asking to file a “found person report.”

“Hello Padme.”

Mon leaned back in her office chair, holding her cellphone up to her ear.

“I’m sure by now you’ve settled into the chalet and are luxuriating in your solitude—and you’ve probably also found the spa.”

She laughed, highlighting a line in a report on her desk.

“Listen, darling, you don’t have to call me back right away, but do call me.”

Leia plonked down the stairs and back to the kitchen.

Obi-Wan looked up. “Is she coming down for dinner?”

Leia shook her head.

“Can I have her hot dog?” Luke asked.

Obi-Wan chuckled. “Sure you can,” he replied, placing the hot dog on his son’s plate.

“What are we going to do about her?” Korkie asked.

“Well, she’s lost and we need to help her find her way home,” Obi-Wan said. “It’s important to help those in need, including people we don’t know—especially at Christmas. Right?” He grinned at his daughter, who nodded enthusiastically.

“As soon as she figures out who she is, she’ll go back to where she’s from, and then everything around here will be,” his grin faltered. “Back to normal.”

After a moment, Leia spoke up.

“I like her! She reminds me of—”

“Shh!” Korkie shushed his baby sister.

Obi-Wan looked down—he hated that his oldest son felt the need to protect his father from the memory of his late mother, and while it’s true the memory of her clenched his heart less and less, there was still the lingering sense of loss.

But when Leia almost mentioned Satine, he noticed the loss was accompanied by something else this time—hope.

No-pressure tags: @obiknights @alabama-metal-man @cypanache @celestial-alignment @written-musings @vic3456 @heyhawtdawgs @saradika @your-dose-of-obidala

#obidala #obi wan x padme #obi wan kenobi #padme amidala #obi-wan kenobi x padme amidala #my fic #my writing

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bladesmitten · 8 months

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really enjoying the dog motifs with ajax tbh

especially with "they see the world through the lens of obedience" well guess what he was made for. guess what he was doing before he got tadpoled

post nautiloid, that dogged obedience got turned up to 11 because he is sooo lost and just wants direction. particularly the direction that is opposite to his urges.

once he finds someone willing to give him direction, he latches on so hard. he's very eager to please, even if (and especially if) the command is to completely stay his hand. it takes more effort than to just give in, which is what he knows he needs. he trusts the person giving him direction, trusts them with his life, and in return he pledges his blind loyalty and affection (y'know, like a dog! woof!)

he learns to be more independent and take on leadership as time passes by, especially when his memories gets revealed to him again and he starts taking back his agency/body autonomy. yay

#.txt #ajax #maybe ill delve into his former relationship with [redacted] pre tadpole bc its interesting but thats for snother post :)

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birdybirdnerd · 3 months

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10 or 12 for all your parable actors pls!

YIPPEE lets do this under the cut

WEIRDLY SPECIFIC BUT HELPFUL CHARACTER BUILDING QUESTIONS

10: What fact do they excitedly tell people about at every opportunity?

god. raph likes infodumping about practical stage effects and just practical effects in general (dont get her STARTED on the little shop of horrors animatronic/puppet (dont get ME started on it))

spencer wont excitedly talk about it but if youre curious hes happy to talk about the chemical interactions of different alcohols and how the brewing and aging changes the taste, how its served, all those little 'pretentious' details that actually have basis in real shit ('did you know if you took a bottom shelf vodka and ran it through a brita filter a handful of times its damn near indistinguishable from some higher shelf shit? and if you take a decent one and do the same you can pass it off to any schmuck for double the price and theyll be none the wiser')

nancy, narrator he is, would happily talk your ear off about themes and motifs in stories, the nature of choice and free will in a CYOA game where every ending is accounted for and chosen for you before youve even had a chance to hit 'new game', the annoyance of a players need to squeeze every drop of content out of a story before demanding even more, yadda yadda yadda. you know, narrator stuff. but i think after his backpacking trip and stint on a tallship, he also learns a lot about shipbuilding and the history of sailing superstitions, the meanings of traditional sailors tattoos, stories of shanties and the themes that seem to wind through a lot of them. no i am not projecting who are you a cop

ive got nothing for perry. honestly it could probably rival a narrator for how annoying it could maybe be about story shit like i said for nancy above

12: What's something that makes them laugh every single time? Be specific!

spencer: puns. puns puns puns. wordplay, dad jokes, the lamer the better

nancy: similar to spencer but the kind of jokes that take a minute to tell- we call them shaggy dog stories, theyre like you start telling a story and it seems at first its gonna be a real one, not a joke, and you keep spinning it and spinning it and adding more detail and going on and on and then you hit the punchline and its the WORST PUN EVER and everyone wants to kill you but theyre laughing too hard, nancy included. you KNOW as a narrator hes perfect at spinning the damn tale and getting you sucked in and forget its gonna end in a joke that makes you wanna throw him overboard

raph: animals doing dumb shit. all i can think of rn is that video of a dog being told 'dont woof' and then immediately doing the most eloquent 'woof'. cracks her up every time. or that one of a cat looking at a fish tank and gearing up to pounce on the fish only to immediately THUNK into the glass in the most cartoony fashion and then pretend nothing happened

perry: minorly inconveniencing someone in a really annoying fashion. butthead. oh my GOD he would do the wasabi gum trick i hate this

#personal #ask #parable actors #heehoo this was fun

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artiekraft · 8 months

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crazy how usually. USUALLY. 9 times out of 10. we love a dog motif. you say woof woof? i say Hell Yeah brother. but supernatural the tv show said. i will create a dog metaphor that you will Not enjoy. we will make a Dog Episode that will have you going. i do not want to watch this tv show anymore. dog dean afternoon the episode that you are Not 💔

#like Why did they do that 😭#you’ve done dogs a disservice with this one boys #spn #supernatural

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dajaregambler · 3 years

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HeliosR - Brad Beams Card story “Bunny Panic”

Translation of Brad Beams’ 4* “Happy easter” card story from ‘Helios Rising Heroes’.

Thanks to @cchikoi on twitter for the raws!

Brad: (I’ve come to see how this animal rental company has been doing since they’re holding an information session for the Easter League… seems that it’s a success.)

Brad: (There’s no doubt that rabbits and Easter go hand in hand. There’s many teams that make use of real rabbits due it being an unavoidable motif.)

Brad: (However, this year differs from the others. No doubt that this is what’ll get chosen when keeping in mind that the flowering is delayed.)

Brad: (Wonder if our team would’ve considered moving forward without needing to deal with rabbits…....)

Brad: (.....There're many rabbits roaming around inside the pen, reminds me of the Rabbit League that was held before.)

Brad: (That time I was standing by like I am now, watching them hop around inside of their pen.)

Brad: (Although I suppose it’s nice that children can peacefully interact with them…)

Brad: (Hm?)

Brad: (They’re small animals but there’s one that’s rather large. Looks like it’s getting close to where the staff are at the fence…)

Staff A: !? Ow ow OW! Let go you little… You some kinda violent bunny fighter!? UuuuWAAAAAH!

Brad: (Wh- the fence…!)

Staff B: The bunnies are escaping from their pen-------!

Staff A: T-t-that’s bad! Catch ‘eeeeem------!

Brad: (I must capture them before they run off too far!)

Brad: …….Listen to me and come here. I will not cause any harm, so---

Brad: (Gh! It bolted away when I put out my hand to hold onto it)

Brad: (I’ll have to resort to force then… no, I think I already went too far, I ought to keep my hands off before I do anything careless.)

Brad: (It’s the same for Alexander, it’s more delicate than I expected and I cannot judge what amount of strength is suitable.)

Brad: (I’m out of options, just as I thought dealing with animals remains difficult---)

Gray: Wah, did the bunnies escape….!? How could’ve this happened….

Buddy: Woof, woof!

Brad: Gray?

Gray: Eh, Brad-san….?

Brad: There’s been a bit of an accident, the rabbits have broken out of their enclosure. I want get the ones that fled and return them to the staff but….

Gray: I-I see… That’s why everyone is chasing the bunnies. I had thought something like that happened.

Gray: Um…. I could also lend a hand if there’s a need for help…..?

Brad: That’d be much appreciated. Catching them is quite the struggle in itself….

Gray: Understood….! Buddy, I know we’re in the middle of your walk, but be good and stay here for a bit okay

Buddy: Woof!

Brad: ….Now then, you’ve been driven into a corner. Don’t you dare move an inch and come into my arms--

Brad: (Gh, it escaped again….)

Gray: Fufu, what a good boy….♪

Gray: So cute…… Brad-san, I should bring the ones I caught to the people over there, right?

Brad: Ah, yes…. Gray, you’ve already got one?

Gray: Yes. ….Then, I’ll go bring him over.

Brad: …….

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Gray: Haah…. I’m relieved that all of the bunnies got captured.

Gray: It was surprisingly a fun, fluffy experience…..♪

Brad: It’s because of your cooperation that we were able to catch them without causing any harm in such a short time.

Brad: The way you skillfully acted on your own and were able to catch many of them was of great help, you have my thanks.

Gray: Awawah…. To think that Brad-san would say something like that to me…. I’m happy I was of use…

Brad: The staff is impressed with your work too. Judging on the way you cleverly dealt with them, do you own any rabbits yourself?

Gray: N-no. We only have Buddy… Um, a dog I mean.

Brad: I see….

Brad: Gray. Perhaps if you have the time, wouldn’t you like to teach about how to deal with animals?

Gray: Eh- EEEEEH!?

Brad: In the end I managed to merely catch a single rabbit during the chaos. And even then it wasn’t without problems, since it’d flail in my arm countless times and try to run off again.

Brad: Someway or another, it seems that I don’t excel when it comes to dealing with animals.

Brad: Do you know of Oscar’s pet hedgehog?

Gray: Ah, yes… I’ve heard about it

Brad: It’s the same with that hedgehog which has a habit of escaping. Akira and Will know their ways of winning it over, yet it does not surrender when I’m calling out to it.

Gray: Surrender…..? We are talking about a hedgehog, right…..?

Brad: And thus, I have become aware of how I fail to deal with animals. I would like to get some knowledge from you to see whether there are aspects I can improve or not.

Brad: Will you take upon my request?

Gray: Y-yes. If I can be of help….

Gray: But to think that even Brad-san has something that he’s not good at. When I’m watching from afar it’s as if you’re a flawless human….

Brad: I am not perfect. Never will be, never was….

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Brad: (...The things Gray taught me seemed to be quite easy to understand.)

Brad: (It was short but, I feel like I’ve caught onto the intuition when putting it into practice by touching Gray’s dog.)

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Brad: ………

Oscar: Brad-sama! Please close the door at once! Alexander’s out!

Akira: He’s on his way out! Don’t let him escape, Brad!

Brad: ….!

Brad: (You’ll master anything with enough practice. I’m fortunate that a chance has come by this quickly.)

Brad: (I’ll put my newfound knowledge to fruition----)

Brad: ….I’ve caught you, Alexander

Akira: Woah, he got ‘em!

Oscar: Amazing, Brad-sama!

Brad: (Looks like results are already showing.)

Brad: ….Gh! Don’t fight back, Alexander….ah!

Akira: He’s off running again!

Oscar: Brad-sama, are there any injuries!?

Brad: I’m fine. …..I was convinced that I had him though

Will: Oscar-san, I caught Alexander-kun. Fufu, he’s sure full of energy today, isn’t he ♪

Oscar: Ooh, Will… Thank you

Brad: (It’s obediently sitting in Will’s hands. Is the way he touches different after all…..?)

Brad: (...How funny. Seems that I haven’t devoted myself enough to it yet.)

#heliosR #helios rising heroes #brad beams #gray reverse #akira otori #oscar bale #not tagging will cuz he got like 1 line lol

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deer-motif · 1 year

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THAT PET YOU JUST COULDN'T KEEP AND COULDN'T AFFORD

7.01 meet the new boss, supernatural // nov. #9, @fuckingwhateverdude // 15.03 the rupture, supernatural // cop car, mitski // 1.22 devil's trap, supernatural // 1.10 asylum, supernatural // 1.18 something wicked, supernatural // dog motif, @famishedst // the dog, francisco goya // 5.16 dark side of the moon, supernatural // 5.22 swan song, supernatural // 'guardian' dog refuses to leave dead sister's body on side of the road, gabrielle chung // 2.19 folsom prison blues, supernatural // dog cage pictures, unsplash // 4.22 lucifer rising, supernatural // dogdog, abuse // 3.16 no rest for the wicked, supernatural // 14.02 gods and monsters, supernatural // how to break up a dog fight correctly and prevent them from happening, donald johnson // 10.03 soul survivor, supernatural // dog motif, @probably-whatever // deleted dialogue, the lighthouse // 15.19 inherit the earth, supernatural // putting the dog to sleep, the antlers

part 1

#dog motif? woof woof?#supernatural #dean winchester #spn web weaving #spn edit #dean winchester edit #dean edit #spn parallels #my eorks #dean winchester derangement syndrome #tw dog death #tw animal violence

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currywaifu · 4 years

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𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: barbie movies as troupe plays part 1 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: sfw

𝐚𝐧: if you think i won’t do all 36 barbie movies, you’re wrong. regardless of whether people want this or not. i have barbie brainrot 24/7. i’m just separating it into parts so it’s not too long *this isn’t meant to be that serious y’all my reasons vary from legit to just jokes

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥: i won’t go in-depth with any plot differences from movie to play, or how the characters would work out... for now *chuckles in future ppt*

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏: nutcracker, rapunzel, swan lake, princess and the pauper, fairytopia series, magic of pegasus, barbie diaries, island princess, three musketeers 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐: coming soon 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟑: coming soon

𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐞: mixed troupe! spring x autumn. one of the seasonal events/scouts for A3! has a nutcracker theme, and to avoid spoilers that’s all i will say :3

𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭: since this is based on barbie’s take on the nutcracker, changing up the cast from what tsuzuru had in plan:

clara/sugarplum fairy: sakuya. i want to see him go through a costume & hair transformation sequence, not gonna lie.

nutcracker/prince eric: juza. obviously he has to be the ruler of the land of sweets.

mouse king: sakyo or chikage. i want one of them to wave around a sceptre and say quotes like “i’ll reduce the Nutcracker to a pile of splinters"

pimm: taichi... pimm is a spy :O who has to do dirty work :O but the real reason is i just want taichi to follow around sakyo again or maybe even chikage this time lol

major mint & captain candy: tsuzuru and citron respectively. mint is pretty serious and awkward, candy is a lot friendlier- i just think it’ll be a good way to insert some humor in the play

𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐞: mixed troupe! summer x autumn.

𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭: rapunzel in this one actually is the “servant” of gothel. also, rapunzel has a magical paint brush and also there’s dragons. who are purple.

rapunzel: kazunari. obviously. actually, kazu has a lot of similarities with her: a good artist, patient, adventurous, quick thinking, hardly ever complains- also he’d look good with long hair i think ><

gothel: omi. there is an action fighto scene + also just the theme of omi playing villains lol... also THERE’S A SCENE WHERE GOTHEL PRETENDS TO BE RAPUNZEL BY WEARING A LONG WIG AND BOI- KAZU AND OMI’S BODY BUILDS ARE SO DIFFERENT BUT IT’D BE FUNNY IF THE PRINCE FALLS FOR THE TRAP ANYWAY

penelope: kumon. a PURPLE funny and clumsy dragon- fight me, the only answer is kumon especially once you see who’s next.

hugo: juza. a PURPLE dragon who’s penelope’s dad but he’s gonna be the older bro in this one (i wonder why...)

hobie: a passive and worrisome rabbit... Tenma.

prince stefan: he also has a couple fight scenes... ngl bc stefan has blue eyes, light brown hair + described by the wiki as “fierce”, he’s banri.

𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐞: winter troupe. i will stand by this forever.

𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭: this is like one of the ones i’ve had figured out for a while already...

odette & odile: tsumugi. i’m just saying, tsumugi’s duality- he can do both the white and black swan because he has power. impact.

prince daniel: not tasuku bc spare him the prince roles he’s sick of it. guy. why guy? because he obviously has a good idea of how to act like a prince :3

rothbart: HOMARE! I WANT! THIS MAN! TO PLAY THE ANTOGONIST! GO OFF ABOUT DARK ARTS! TRANSFORM EVERYONE TO ANIMALS LIKE THE EXTRA BEING YOU ARE.

fairy queen: azuma. ugh just- imagining how ethereal he’d look.

erasmus: tasuku. he’s a troll that can act mean, but is genuinely kind and helpful... also, the VA of erasumus is also the VA for “unnamed burly villager” and i’m just saying-

kelly the cygnet: hisoka. there’s too many animal children, so hisoka is gonna be the baby swan. uwu. also, kelly has a quote, “I can't sleep.” and wOW THE IRONY

𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐞: WE’RE GOING FOR THE COMEDIC ROUTE WHAT’S UP SUMMER. reason: i went “wait... no actor really looks super alike though.”

𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭: tafahfuoahoaf it’s my favourite barbie movie... OKAY SO THE RUNNING GAG OF THIS IS THAT THE PRINCESS & PAUPER DON’T LOOK ALIKE, BUT EVERYONE KEEPS GOING “Wow! you two look so identical!” no they don’t

anneliese: muku. first of all please look at the sprite i used in the header. anneliese = pink = muku. she’s the sweet princess archetype... but in this version she also goes on tangents about rocks and mineraLS AND HOW THE MINING INDUSTRY SUX AND THE ABSOLUTE AUDACITY OF-

erika: kumon. first of all, the sprite in the header again. erika = blue like ugh this is perfect. ALSO erika has a cat who BARKS and i just imagine kumon talking to her cat like: WOOF WOOF WOOF GRRR GRRR and the dog responding and everyone in the palace going wtf

king dominick: i had such a crush on him anyway he’s tenma. rich, young, talented king who disguises himself as a page so he can find love for realsies. im just saying. he won’t be tenma’s only role tho ><

julian: kazunari. the wiki went “he’s the only bestfriend a barbie MC ever married” really shook me like ugh friendship dynamic between muku and kazu roles??? also kazu’s genuinely smart so him as the tutor was just gucci in my eyes

preminger: misumi. FIRST OF ALL PREMINGER IS ICONIC? WHEN HE SANG HOW CAN I REFUSE I WAS LIKE UGH KING. i just wanna hear misumi play an antagonist that’s also funny and do things with his voice.

madame carp: yuki. a bossy and rich woman who owns a dress emporium. pretty much it.

nick & nack: YUKI AND TENMA. THEY WILL DOUBLE ROLE FOR THE SAKE OF BEING MISUMI’S DUMB UNDERLING DUO

𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐞: spring troupe. i wanna see them have wings uwu.

𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭: just gonna combine the whole fairytopia series into one

elina: itaru. first of all, pink motif. also i just like the idea of itaru being this recurring protagonist.

bibble the puffball played by kamekichi

laverna: recurring villain citron. for no reason other than i think it’s cool when he plays power hungry villains

enchantress: i just want sakuya to play a role that’s more of a “powerful character” but still really kind uwu. another recurring good guy.

azura & glee: tsuzuru. elina is azura’s apprentice, and glee is a friend who’s generally really happy... ngl, i wanna see tsuzuru play someone more energetic for funsies

nori: masumi. nori is kind of a stubborn and jealous person at first, him and elina won’t get along right away BUT DAMMIT THE ENEMIES? TO FRIENDS IS GUCCI!!!

merman prince nalu & linden: chikage... yeah i just gave chikage the guy roles ngl... but i wanna see chikage as a handsome merman AND handsome fairy so *shrugs*

𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐞: cross troupe. spring x winter.

𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭: partially based on the ice-skating cards (i have yet to read the event story, unfortunately).

annika: tsuzuru. i thought it’d be fun to cast tsuzuru as a more sheltered character due to annika’s parents’ protectiveness. the contrast y’all.

shiver: sakuya. shiver is a polar bear cub sidekick who’s friendly and likes shiny things and that’s just... really cute... put bear ears on sakuya...

brietta: guy. brietta is annika’s older sister... who got transformed into a pegasus by the villain... i wonder how they’d change the pegasus thing lol

wenlock: tasuku. NOT GONNA LIE- i want tasuku to play the villain for all these wonderful one-liners: "Oh, smile! You didn't lose a daughter; you've gained a pet!", and "I thank my lucky stars I didn't marry you!"

prince aidan: masumi bc i want more roomie interaction on stage i mean their friendship keeps getting cuter and cuter.

cloud queen: azuma... that’s all. i just remembered her bc her hair has a braided crown, and i went “azuma braided hair brainrot”

𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐞: mixed troupe! summer x autumn.

𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭: i was gonna make it full autumn, but then the age casting felt awkward since they’re in high school...

barbie: taichi. barbie here is shy but wants to stop blending in the background! i just went “damn that do be resonating”. also i wanna hear taichi sing more y’all and barbie is a singer/guitarist here

courtney: azami. i like the idea of azami playing a spunky character who’s more of a tomboy, but still does like fashion and accessorising and... lip gloss?

tia: misumi? tenma? idk the intelligent and passionate archetype is very broad... especially in a high school setting

kevin: kazunari. just the whole best friend thing + kevin being a goofy person who loves to make ppl laugh ugh

racquelle: yuki. i know racquelle’s a bully here and say not to bullying... but sharp tongue.

todd: honestly? todd was so boring in the moving. we need someone like banri to give him CHARACTER!... yes that’s my reasoning ugh

𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐞: sUMMER SUMMER SUMMER-

𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭: AHAHAHA WHAT IS THIS CASTING? MY REASONINGS FOR THIS ONE IN PARTICULAR ARE SO SHALLOW LMAO

ro/rosella: “a 16 year old girl who can talk to animals! adventurous and brave” me: *gasps* mISUMI-

prince antonio: “prince antonio loves travelling and exploring-” okay yeah it’s kazu...

queen ariana: i just want yuki to sing to me “love is for peasants which we’re obviously not” and i’d go :O also ngl... i wanna see yuki in like darker palettes and plotting to poison all the royals

princess luciana: queen ariana’s daughter... played by muku. because i wanna hear muku counter yuki with “all the shoujo mangas books i’ve read, all the poems always said, that the heart is made to share...”

sagi the red panda & azul the peacock: honestly, just basing it off of colour matching but tenma is sagi and kumon is azul lol

𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐞: AUTUMN x SPRING

𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭: AHAHAHA WHAT IS THIS CASTING? pt 2

corrine: i keep wanting to put sakuya in these roles oops. i just... let him sword fight on stage again :>

viveca: purple musketeer, artistic, designs clothes... fights with ribbons... you know, for the sake of banri being a fAshIoNisTa... it has to be banri y’all "Don't mess with the animal print dress!"

aramina: green musketeer, fights with fans, romantic and loves ballet... pfft, for the sake of “wouldn’t it be funny-” it has to be azami. poor bby, having to swoon over romance on stage- he can’t relate

renee: chikage. purely because of that scene where she threw a feather duster (?) at a flying shard of glass and perfectly hit it. yeah.

helene: the old and strict instructor that teaches them how to be musketeers... sakyo.. duh.

philippe: the main antagonist... it has to be omi again. and since philippe has a goatee, we’re bringing back facial hair omi~

prince louis: itaru, lol. he’s like the one significant non-action oriented character in the film. he has just enough moments where itaru still looks princely, but mostly? he just wants humans to fly y’all.

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kittykatninja321 · 3 years

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Love characters who have a dog motif. My little woof woof

#I love cat motifs too obv but I’m watching megalobox rn #shitpost #save

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magatsunohana · 2 years

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What’s Your Underlying Motif?

"Woof."

the dog

whether it’s the way you bare your teeth when backed in a corner, your loyalty, or your tendency to act on instinct, your reoccurring theme is the dog. like mitski said “i get mean when im nervous, like a bad dog” or how halsey said “i won’t smile but i’ll show you my teeth” even when migos said “dance with my dogs in the night time” the essence of the dog runs through you. you’re tough and a quick draw on the outside, but if we got down to it we’d see you’re acting the only way you’ve ever known how. it doesn’t make you bad, survival is natural, your loyalty and determination is commendable. i don’t blame you for the way you act when your back is against a wall, but please remember to not bite the hand that feeds.

#Mirror Mirror on the Wall... [ HC & Character Studies ]#I mean. It's pretty accurate. tbh.#Like I mentioned in that one HC.#It's a dog eat dog world out there.#Also. I find this really funny when I factor in how her boss would call her a pup or a mutt.#And also how because of that she ends up having lots of respect for Crewel. Since He reminds her of her boss who ended up raising her.

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ben243s-transformation-stories · 6 years

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Sam’s Dog Summer

“Sam, What do you want to do for the summer?” his mom asked. It was the last week of his sophomore year in high school, and sam wasn’t interested in any of the typical summer programs. “Mom, I want to spend the summer as a dog. Your dog.” he replied. “What?!?!” his mom could not believe her ears. “I’ve always loved dogs, and want to see what it would be like to be one. Besides, all of my friends will be gone and camp is so boring. “ he told her. Sam’s mom thought for a moment. Did he really want to do this? is he just testing me? “if you really want to do this you must remain naked the whole vacation, eat out of a dog bowl sleep on a dog bed use the bathroom outside like a dog obey my commands and no t.v. movies or video games.” she offered. She figured he would never agree with the inclusion of no tav. and video games, but he responded, “Fine, lets do it.” A couple of days later Sam's mom took him to the pet store to pick out his collar, leash, bowl, and toys. “Are you sure you want to do this?” She asked him. “Never more so” he replied. He looked carefully knowing the collar would be the only thing he would be wearing for the next few months. He hoped it would be a warm summer. Sam picked out a collar and leash combo with a patriotic motif. It was red white and blue and covered in flags. He picked out a shiny metal bowl, which his mom had engraved with his name. They picked out some squeaky toys, rawhide chews, and a big bag of dry dog food. Mom picked out a dog house for rainy days. Before they left sam had an ID tag made with his name on it for his collar. While sam was at school for his last day of 10th grade, his mother had a privacy fence installed around their backyard, and found a nice shady spot for the dog house. When Sam walked in from school he headed straight to his room. He found all of his clothes boxed up and a dog bed in the middle of the floor. All of his other furniture was gone. “Good you’re home.” his mom greeted him. “Strip!” she ordered. “But I have to go to the bathroom” he protested. “After you’re naked and outside Dog” she told him. Sam remembered the agreement and quickly stripped off his shirt, pants, shoes, and socks. He hesitated about his underwear, but shed that too after a moment. His mom looked him up and down, this was the first time she’d seen him totally naked for a long time. She snapped the collar around his neck and led him out the back door. “ Your toilet awaits.” she announced. While sam was exploring the backyard, his mom scooped his clothes up and locked them away. “Well this saves on a summer wardrobe” she thought. Sam walked around the yard for a while enjoying the breeze on his bare skin and penis. Soon the urge to pee hit him and he decided to pee where he was standing. it felt strange to be peeing in the yard and yet somehow liberating. he decided to checkout his dog house next. He found it was just roomy enough for him to lie down in. Next to the dog house was a bowl of water. he stuck his head in and tried to drink. it took a lot more effort than he thought it would. After lounging in the sun for a while his mom called him for dinner. “Come sam, Dinner, Good Boy!” sam got up and ran into the house as fast as he could. The instant he walked in the door he could smell the steak and french fries that his mother had cooked. He was starving. She led him to the kitchen and said “Here’s your diner”. and showed him to a bowl of dry dog food. The dog food nuggets were a huge let down after smelling the steak. The dog food tasted awful, but it was all he was fed so he ate it anyway. “Lets see how long he keeps this up” thought his mom as she watched him over her steak. Sam spent the rest of the evening lying on the floor of the living room as his mother watched CSI, as dogs aren’t allowed on the furniture. Secretly his mom thought this was a strange way for her son to want to spend his summer, but enjoyed seeing him completely helpless and dependent on her. She decided to put him out one last time before putting him to bed. This time sam had to do both so he ended up squatting on the lawn. When he came back in, she led him up to his dog bed and left him there for the evening. As she tucked herself into bed, she thought maybe this wont be so bad after all. Sam certainly seemed to be enjoying it. It took sam a while to fall asleep, partly from newness of the bed, but also due to the giddiness of the whole situation. He had never expected his mother to agree to it. Sam Slept in, and when he got up he remembered the best dreams he had ever had. He also had the biggest erection he had ever had. He waited for it to go down, but he had to go to the bathroom so he found his mom to let him out. She looked at his erection and smiled as she opened the door. She watched him from the dining room window, and saw that he had no embarrassment about being naked, or using the yard as a toilet. After finishing her breakfast Sam's mom took a tennis ball out with her and asked sam if he wanted to play fetch. He nodded his assent, so she threw the ball. Sam ran after it. when he reached it he reached down to pick it up and his mother said “Not like that, dogs pick them up with their mouths.” Sam instantly bent down and scooped up the ball in his mouth. He carried it back to his mom. They continued to play this way for an hour. She noticed that he started panting. That was a nice touch. She couldn’t help but stare at her sweat covered son as he chased the ball across the yard. After a hard morning of play, Mom brought him in for lunch and watched as he ate. “You know, if you’re going to be a dog, you should be walking on all fours.”. “OK mom, whatever you say.” he replied and dropped to his knees. They played most of the rest of the weekend and mom petted Sam's back enjoying him more as her pet than her son. When the week started Sam’s mom had to go back to work so sam was told he would be spending the day outside. It was nice and sunny so sam was thrilled. He gulped down his breakfast that morning and ran out the door to explore the back yard. Work was boring that day, and when she got home she found sam sunning himself in the yard. Sam had hardly noticed the passage of time, he had been chasing birds and the occasional squirrel and had thought that this was how he should be spending his his life, not sitting in a boring classroom. She walked out and patted him on the stomach, and led him inside. She fed sam a special treat of beef with his dog food which he lapped right up. As the weeks progressed Sam's mom noticed that he seemed to be taking to this dog thing better that she thought he would. If anything he almost seemed to be acting more like a dog than a boy with each passing day. Mom was a little concerned, but found herself liking the way he was acting and wishing she could keep him this way forever. Sam's mom did some research and found places where people enjoyed acting like animals and found there was a vet in her area who sometimes saw people like that. She decided to make and appointment for sam for the weekend. The vet agreed to see them, but only late at night when the office was closed for his “regular” clients. Sam's mom found a robe and made him put it on for the ride even though he resisted. “I’m a dog” sam thought. “Dogs don’t wear clothes.” the instant they were in the office sam shed the robe and licked the vet. He did a full examination, and declared that Sam was fit and asked his mom if she wanted to have him vaccinated. “I sure do. I would also like to have him microchipped in case he ever gets loose.” She replied. “Of course, just fill out this paperwork” said the vet and handed her a stack of forms. While Sam's mom was filling them out the vet filled several syringes and proceeded to inject sam with the fluids. He whined a little but took them well. “Good Dog!” the vet praised him. “He’ll be a little sore for a couple days but should be all right. Here are you rabies tag and a tag for the id chip.” “Thanks. now I can get a license for him.” Sam's mom told the vet. Sam sat on his haunches on the exam room floor and found he only vaguely understood what they were talking about. Something told him he should understand more, but he knew his mother only wanted what was best for him so he didn’t let it worry him. “Would you like to have him neutered?” the vet asked. Sam's mom thought for a few minuets, but then decided “Not yet, thanks.” “Ok, lets settle up the bill and get a copy of the records for you.” the vet said. Mom paid and tried to get sam to wear the robe to the car. He refused and since it was dark his mom just let him walk to the car in all his naked glory, hoping no one would see them. The drive home from the vet was peaceful, as it was late and not many cars were on the road. Sam’s mom (Owner?) reflected back on how the summer had played out so far. She had enjoyed talking and spending time with sam, but he had always spent most of his time watching tv or playing video games. Although they no longer spoke (everyone knows dogs don’t talk) Sam was spending more time with his mom and they seemed to be connecting in ways they never had before. She looked in the rearview mirror and saw sam sleeping on the back seat of the car. His legs were waving like he was running and he was moving his rear as if he had a wagging tail. Then next morning Sam's mom got a call from one of her friends that he was going out of town and wanted someone to watch his dog. Sam was sitting on the floor staring up at her with his tongue hanging out of his mouth. “Would you like a friend to play with?” She asked him. “woof woof woof” he replied. She told her friend she would love to watch his dog and he could drop it off before he left. When Ryan dropped off Fangs, Sam was still in the backyard. “I hope he doesn't give you any trouble this week. Just feed him and let him out and everything should be great.” He instructed. “have a great trip” Sam's mom told him. After he left she brought sam in and let them greet each other. They sniffed and licked at each other. Sam's mom couldn’t tell the difference between the dog and her sons behavior. The two spent most of the week chasing each other around the yard, rolling in the mud and even shared a rawhide chew before heading off to dinner. When Sam's mom saw them covered in mud, she had to hose them down before she would let them into the house. When Ryan picked up fangs the next morning, Sam's mom decided to confide in him as they had been flirting across the fence for months. “Sam told me he wanted to spend the summer as my dog. I could hardly believe my ears when he said it. I thought he was crazy, but he’s taken to it like a fish to water.” “That's odd, but why are you telling me this?” Ryan wondered. “We’ll I’m going to have to go to a conference for work, that I can’t get out of. Would you mind watching him for a while?” She asked. He readily agreed since she had watched fangs for him and they had gotten along so well. Sam's mom dropped him off early the next morning so she could catch her flight. Ryan took one look at Sam and smiled. “I’ve got big plans for you this week.” Ryan spent the next few hours watching Sam to see how far he had taken to his new roll as a dog. Sam's behavior was almost exactly what you would expect to see from an average dog. He tried to talk to him but anything more than basic commands were met with a puzzled look. “Good“ Ryan thought. “His mom will be pleased when she gets him back.” Sam's sleep was uneasy and he awoke feeling tired. when Ryan greeted him in the morning he sensed that something was different. “So you want to be a dog do you?!?” he asked. “your vet and I have been talking, and we have an appointment set up for you. I think you’ll like the results.” The vet was normally closed on Sundays but had come in early to set up for the special procedures that Ryan had requested. “You’re sure you have the ok to do this?” the vet asked. “yep heres the form” Ryan produced a form on which he had forged Sam's moms signature. “Very well, I’ll get started in a few minuets. let me set up a few last things.” Ryan had requested that the vet remove most of his fingers and thumbs, neuter him, and attempt to graft a tail unto him. This first round of surgeries would produce a dramatic result and make sam feel more like a dog he was becoming. “The surgeries went well, and you can take him home in a few hours. I suggest you set a place where he can sleep in a comfortable position for the next few days. If he takes well to this, we can do the next round in a few days once he's had time to heal.” the vet instructed Ryan. He also handed him some bottles of pills for the pain and to prevent an infection. When Ryan finally took sam home, he was still groggy from the anastesia and was heavily bandaged around his waist and hands. Ryan could see a long furry tail sticking out from under the bandages. “The perfect touch” He thought to himself. It would be several days before the bandages would come off and he could see how well the surgeries went, but so far Ryan was pleased. When sam came to, he knew something was different but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. The vet had given him enough pain killer that he had a nice buzz. The vet had also decided to forgo the typical lampshade collar, as Sam's teeth weren’t sharp enough to damage any of the incision sites. Ryan walked into the room to refill the food and water dishes that sam and fangs had been sharing, and when he saw that sam was awake, he smiled. “Glad to see you’re finally up” he said. Sam Tried a wag and felt something flopping against the floor. Looking around he saw a tail swishing weakly behind him. Something in his mind said “But I don’t have a tail?”. When sam tried to rise he felt a jolt of pain in his hands- no now definitely paws. He looked down and saw they were very different than he remembered them. Sam realized he was very hungry and gingerly maneuvered himself the few steps to the food dish. He was happy to see the softer moist food instead of his normal dryer fare. He ate as much as he could than he drained the water dish. Ryan was pleased to see him eating, But was distressed because he had hoped to get one more surgery done to Sam's hind legs to make it easier for him him to walk and some facial surgery in an attempt to give him a snout. Sam's recovery had taken longer than expected and his mother was due back soon. Ryan wondered how she would react to the changes. He felt that she would have some trouble accepting them, but knew that he could sweet talk her into accepting them. He had been watching them since they moved into the neighborhood, and had gotten to know both in ways most people never do. He had only recently started flirting with Sam's mom in an effort to get himself into their lives. This twist had been exactly what he had been waiting for. He had known of Sam's request long before he had asked for dog sitting help. He had parked his car in the airport lot and caught a cab home. It was fairly expensive, but well worth it. Ryan had hastened the mental transformation with hypnotic suggestion, which sam had proved very susceptible to, but the majority of the change had been done by sam himself. This was truly the way he felt he should be though sam would never have been able to put it into words on his own. Sam grew stronger over the next couple of days and when the bandages were fully removed he seemed to be able to move without pain. His tail still seemed kind of weak but he was gaining control quickly. Ryan made sure sam was clean and neat in preparation for his mom to pick him up. When she saw him she nearly fainted. When she left she had left her son, and was now picking up some strange cross between the man and dog. Secretly she had hoped to keep him this way, but she was not prepared to take such drastic steps. “What have you done to him?!??” she demanded. Ryan replied “I have only helped him become what he was truly destined to be.” Sam's mom was furious that she had not been consulted, but was not upset with the results. “now I can keep him with me forever” she thought. She had already started selling off his clothes and stuff and had made a tidy sum. Acting as indignant as possible, she grabbed sam and dragged him home. She wasn’t thinking too clearly and didn’t care if anyone saw them. Ryan was smart enough not to try to stop her or follow. “Give her a day or two, and she’ll see that this was a change for the better.” he thought to himself. He watched carefully through the window of his house to be sure they would be all right. Sam's mom considered her possible courses of action over the next few days. While she was sitting in the chair, sam came over and put his head in her lap. He let out a small whine to get her attention, and she soon found herself scratching his head and petting him. There was no way Sam could return to school. It was due to start in a few days, so she would have to withdraw him. She hoped she would not have to explain too much, maybe just home schooling would be a good explanation. What was she going to do about Ryan? She was still mad, but she was deeply attracted to him. Whenever she tried to complain to him she fell under his spell and just started agreeing to whatever he wanted. Before she knew it, she had withdrawn sam for school (the classes were over crowded already and the staff seemed happy to have one less student to worry about. Sam's mom and Ryan had also scheduled sam in for his second round of surgeries since he was already half way through. Ryan had even convinced her to let him move in to “help take care of Sam after the surgeries.” Sam's recovery seemed to go much quicker this time with both of them nursing him back to health. He took to the leg modifications like a fish to water. He seemed to move around more easily and had less trouble with things getting in the way when he relieved himself. The vet had proven him self to be a prodigy with how smoothly everything went, and how few scars and how small they were. As she watched him running through the yard with fangs playing, she was happy that she had decided to go forward. Once the surgeries were complete sam could almost be mistaken for a normal dog. There was still a problem with giving him a coat of fur, but he had a nice snout, and with a few modifications his tongue hung out. The vet had warned that he would have to learn how to talk again, but sam hadn’t said anything but “Woof Woof” since the summer started. He now had control over his tail and could wag it as well as any other dog. He and fangs had become great friends, almost like they were from the same litter. Behaviorally Sam was now fully canine. There was no human left and sam seemed quite happy with his new life. As the weather stared to turn colder sam spent much more time inside with his two masters and friend. Life could not be better, Sam's mom thought and had convinced herself that Ryan's ideas and surgeries were for the best for sam. She was impressed with the results. and knew that this was how things should be. They finished getting rid of all of Sam's human stuff and used the money to pay off all of her bills. This gave her and Ryan more time to spend together. Ryan turned his attention to Sam's mom, and thought “I wonder how she would like to be a dog?”

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