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eroselless · 3 months

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MOTH TO A FLAME

Chapter One: The invitation

Chapter Summary: After starting a new job at a prestigious museum in London, you form a close friendship with Helaena Targaryen. You're surprised when she invites you to stay at her family's estate for the summer holidays. [1.4k]

[aegon targaryen x reader, modern!HOTD AU ]

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Warnings: 18+ for explicit language, smut in future chapters, and talk of bugs. If there's any I missed let me know!

note: this is my first story in a really long time, I hope y'all like it! also, I actually have no idea how curating a museum works, this is just a general idea of what I thought it might look like lol

You're running out of breath when you reach the back doors of the museum. Your skin feels moist from a mixture of light rain and sweat beading on your skin from your run from the station. You quickly plug in the code to the door and step through, quickly shaking off your jacket and putting your things in your assigned locker. You check your watch and wince at the time, making your way out of the employees-only area into the lobby of the museum. The museum always has a scent of dried paint mingled with a faint aroma of coffee emanating from the café at the entrance of the museum.

You spot Helaena from a distance. She’s leaning against a pillar, fiddling with her key card that hangs around her neck. As soon as she sets her eyes on you, her eyes light up. She straightens up and moves to meet you halfway, pulling you into a hug.

“I thought you weren’t going to make it.” she laughs. You roll your eyes, fixing stray hairs. You can’t help the smile that makes its way onto your face.

“I swear Ari has it out for me” you sigh. Ariadne was your Australian shepherd puppy. She was the cheekiest little thing, taking socks, shoes and now apparently your keys to play with. “I swear I’m always putting the keys in the key bowl when I get home but she manages to take them and hide them.”

“Sure,” Helaena says, leading you into the Entomology department. “Blame it on the dog.”

You met Helaena when you started working at the museum three months ago. You had been job searching for ages and finally came across a job that happened to be in a country completely different than the one you resided in. You packed your bags and took a leap of faith, moving to London on your own, only accompanied by your trusty puppy.

You had always loved the idea of working in a museum and hadn’t thought it all the way through so where you arrived you were placed in the entomology department alongside Helaena. Together, you carefully managed the ever-growing collection of beetles, butterflies and moths, dragonflies and damselflies.

You settled into your respective desks, papers stacked high and your computer buzzing with incoming research articles and showcase preparations. Helaena sits across from you, fiddling at her own desk, pulling up her email.

“Oh shit, did you see the new collection of dragonflies we have coming in?” she asked, fingers suddenly dancing over her keyboard. “It looks like they’re butterfly dragonflies.” She enthuses and you both gradually get lost in your screens.

After a couple of hours, the day slows down and starts to go by agonizingly slow. There was only so much excitement a small batch of dragonflies could provide and you found yourself mindlessly combing through different online stores.

After lunch, you hadn’t much left to do anyway. Showcases were mostly set up and you had already sifted through and organized a set of potato beetles you hadn’t done last week. Your eyes flicker over to Helaena as walks back to her desk, sliding her chair from one point of her L-shaped desk to another. She’s holding her phone up to her ear, listening fervently to the person on the other side. She nods every now and then, letting out small mhms. Her eyebrows are furrowed in concentration, her lips in a tight line as she uses her free hand to jot down notes on a pad. She nods one last time before bidding the person on the line goodbye and placing her phone down on her desk.

You watch her with your hands tucked under your chin, eyebrows raised as if to say sooo. She leans back in her reclining desk chair, stretching her feet out in front of her. She lets out a whistle and taps her fingers on the wood of her desk.

“You got anything planned for the holidays?” she asked, squinting at you, lips pursed out. You pretend to think for a second, eyes floating up to the ceiling before answering.

“I don’t think so. I don't have the funds to fly back home just yet so I’m gonna be here.” You state. A smile breaks out on Helaena’s face and she claps her hands.

“Great,” she begins, sauntering over to your desk and leaning over it. “Then you can come with me to the family estate.”

You blink, caught off guard at the invitation. “Your family’s estate? You’re sure I wouldn’t be impeding?”

“Babe, no!” she says, shaking her head. “It’ll be a blast, the property is huge and I think my mom is even holding a gala or some shit.” Your mind races at the thought of spending the holidays with Helaena, surrounded by the English countryside and the hospitality of her family. You knew very little about her family, having only heard of her brothers in fleeting comments. You had briefly met her mother over the phone, having been at Helaena’s apartment one night when she face-timed her.

“Okay,” you say, a smile growing on your lips. “I’d love to come.” Helaena’s smile only widens, her arms going around your shoulders in a tight hug.

“I’ll let Mum know!”

The sun streamed through your apartment window as you pull clothes out of your wardrobe, tossing them at Helaena. She sits perched on the edge of your bed, gingerly folding t-shirts and pants into your bag. There were tops strewn across your bed, shoes littered all over the floor and small bags of toiletries and makeup set next to your nearly empty suitcase. You can hear Ariadne chewing on a shoe you gave up trying to get her to stop playing with. At this point, she only really played with household items instead of the actual toys you bought her. Helaena winces as you pull out a dress and hold it up to your chest.

“What about this?” you ask, swaying slightly. Her face stays in a slight grimace, shaking her head and laughing.

“We need to get you some new dresses, these look like they were taken off of a raggedy Anne Doll.” You let out a boisterous laugh, shoving her shoulder and you tuck the dress back into the wardrobe. She pulls a knitted sweater from the edge of your bed and tucks it tightly into your bag.

Once your outfits seem coordinated enough, Helaena begins to place them carefully in your suitcase, making sure you have enough to last you all the days you’re there. She speaks up once you flip your suitcase closed, struggling slightly with the zipper.

“So I know you sorta met Mum but I know you’ll love her now that you’ll be staying for a few weeks.” She states. “She’s been planning this gala for my father, for his retirement, for months. It’s going to be huge, my sister is even coming in from out of town with her children, everyone and their mother is going to be there.”

You let out a chuckle and bounce slightly on your suitcase, climbing over it, trying to press it shut with your knees. Helaena climbs on with you, raving about life at the estate, describing the sprawling gardens, her mother’s immense library of rare books and the little town that lies nearby.

“You know we could even get you a fancy dress from one of the shops in town, it's a tiny town but it has loads of shops.” you struggle but finally manage to zip up the bag, and you sit on top of it a little breathless.

“Oh! Aemond and Daeron are going to be there too, though I’m not too sure about Aegon” she states, a thoughtful look on her face. It almost seems like she wants to say something more but waves her hand in the air dismissively. “But never mind that.”

You can't help but feel a flutter of excitement bloom in your chest at the thought of all that you’ll be doing. “I can’t wait for it all,” you say with a soft sigh, eyes shining with anticipation.

a/n: soo no Aegon quite yet but he’ll be appearing in the next chapter fo sho. I’m currently working on it but it’s hell week at uni right now so I won’t have too much time to sit down. If you guys are enjoying it, do not hesitate to reblog and let me know if you want to be tagged for the next chapter!

#aegon ii targaryen x reader #aegon ii smut #modern aegon #hotd fanfic #tom glynn carney x reader #moth to a flame #eroselless

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palewolfcheesecake-blog · 15 days

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Animals I Associate the 2024 Grid With For No Reason Other Than Vibes

Edit: I added pics at the request of @raizelchrysanderoctavius

(this is gonna be mostly dog breeds bc a lot of them are really dog coded)

Max Verstappen - Greyhound

Sergio (Checo) Perez - English Cocker Spaniel

Charles Leclerc - Shetland sheep (specifically, a lamb)

Carlos Sainz - Australian Shepherd

Lando Norris - Capybara

Oscar Piastri - Guinea pig

George Russell - Pembroke Welsh Corgi

Fernando Alonso - Persian cat

Lewis Hamilton - White tailed deer

Lance Stroll - Munchkin cat

Yuki Tsunoda - Pomeranian

Ollie Bearman - Labrador Retriever (chocolate)

Nico Hulkenberg - American Bully

Kevin Magnussen - American Robin

Alexander Albon - Saw-billed hermit

Esteban Ocon - Siamese cat

Zhou Guanyu - Ragamuffin

Daniel Ricciardo - Eurasian/Northern goshawk

Pierre Gasly - California Valley coyote

Valtteri Bottas - Polar bear

Logan Sargeant - Basenji

(bonuses (drivers not on the grid) under the cut)

Sebastian Vettel - Brittany Spaniel

Kimi Raikkonen - Cane Corso

Mick Schumacher - Golden Retriever

Michael Schumacher - Eurasian wolf

Mika Hakkinen - Samoyed

Nico Rosberg - Standard Poodle

Jenson Button - Labrador Retriever (golden)

Mark Webber - Dingo

Ayrton Senna - Gyrfalcon

Alain Prost - Gray fox (reached to picture limit with Senna, so I'll just be sending links from now on)

Nigel Mansell - English Bulldog

Niki Lauda - Shiba Inu

James Hunt - Shih Tzu

Jackie Stewart - Rottweiler

Jim Clark - Deer mouse

Juan Manuel Fangio - Spotted hyena

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captain-mj · 5 months

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Idk if you have done this yet, but what dog breeds would the 141 be

I can do that! I saw your second ask and I’ll be including the König and a Horangi ☺️

Also, I tried to do dog breeds that aren't used often! Both as a personal challenge and also to find dogs I think that fit better.

Ghost: Akbash. Huge lifestock guardian. They're nice to family, but extremely protective, often clashing with strangers. Safe around kids, but not other dogs.

Soap: Scottish Deerhound. They're one of the few Scottish breeds meant to take down deer. Strong, athletic and the hair... y'all get it

Gaz: Belgian Malinois. They're common working dogs and well muscled. Most intelligent dog and Gaz is one of the smartest.

Price: German pointer. He's a working man, so he's a working dog. Pretty self explanatory

Alex: Australian Kelpie. Versatile, intelligent, one of the smartest dog breeds as well.

Farah: Afghan Hound. Before her country was taken over, she came from a well off family. She's incredibly strong and pretty and I feel it suits her.

Laswell: Blue Lacy. They're multipurpose and excellent at any job they're given. Also, they're such pretty dogs!

Graves: Bluetick Coonhound. They're literally hunting dogs who like sniffing people out, work best in packs and they're known for having pretty coats.

Alejandro: Hardest to pick. Still not happy with it. Anatolian shepherd dog. They tend to make packs and are wonderful pack leaders.

Rodolfo: Calupoh. Basically Mexican Wolfdogs. Fiercely loyal, stable and known to have a lot of tolerance. They also are distrustful of strangers.

König: Bernese Mountain dog. They're big, meant for hard work and rather sweet. I've heard before they're susceptible to anxiety but I can't find anything that backs that up.

Horangi: Basenji, this one was suggested by my friend! They're known as wild dogs and they kill their prey by jumping straight up to get it which is unusual for dogs. They also don't bark, instead they more scream.

Chuy: Borzoi. I'm not going to explain.

Reyes: Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever. They're Canadian, energetic and intelligent.

#Johnny “Soap” Mactavish #Simon “Ghost” Riley #Rodolfo Parra #Alejandro Vargas #John Price #Kyle “Gaz” Garrick #Phillip Graves #Valeria Garza #Farah Karim #Malika COD #Alex Keller #Kate Laswell #Call Of Duty Modern Warfare II #Call of Duty #Gary Roach Sanderson

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cryptidcr3ature · 2 months

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Van der Linde gang and what dog breed I’d recommend them.

Dutch: Caviler King Charles Spaniel. He doesn’t seem like the kind of person who wants a hiking dog or something super high maintenance. Sure grooming might be a factor but personality wise, it’s the dog that’ll sit there, look pretty, and not really worry about anything.

Hosea: English Setter. He would do great with a hunting dog and based off the way he hunts, he’d do better with a setter. He’d also like the sweet demeanor of the breeds standard.

Arthur: Labrador. I can imagine Arthur and his dog playing together for hours. Everything about Arthur reminds me of a lab.

John: Australian Cattle Dog. Unlike the others, John has an interesting lifestyle for a dog. I believe grooming may be more of a chore to him, but he wouldn’t mind running around with a dog for a while. I also think he’d like the guard dog aspect of a Heeler.

Javier: Scottish terrier. I feel like he’d like a little dog with an attitude problem. He’d like the independent and confident personality and the grooming challenge of the dog.

Charles: Newfoundland. He spends a lot of time alone and is more reserved than most,so I think he needs a more mellow dog. Its large size would also help protect him while alone. I also can just see Charles with a big fluffy dog.

Bill: Schnauzer. I could see him with any size, but I think Bill would thrive with one of those stubborn ass dogs. They are so loyal and so protective, but so stubborn (I’ve had 4 schnauzers in my lifetime, I love them but you can’t tell them no). He also thinks the beard makes them look more manly.

Lenny: Standard Poodle. I think Lenny would love a poodle for its intelligence. He’d have it trained to follow his every command, but also that dog would be so spoiled. Lenny would just carry it around like a little dog because he would kill a man for his puppy.

Sean: Australian shepherd. He needs a dog as wild as him. The mischief they would get into would make a nun cry. However, aussies are super smart and Sean and Lenny would compete in which dog was smarter.

Trelawny: Borzoi. He needs a dramatic ass dog. They’re beautiful and so fast, but not known to be the most intelligent of dogs. All the love to my noodle dogs though. :)

Pearson: Lhasa Apso. He needs a crusty little dog to sleep while he makes food, and then sit on his lap while he sits by the fire. Just a throw rug of a dog.

Micah: AKITA! Mean sons of bitches. They are aggressive, but loyal. Micah would like the fact it would only like him.

Reverend Swanson: Chihuahua. He needs a nervy little purse dog.

I’ll make a separate part for the girlies. :)

#red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #rdr #red dead redemption #rdr 2 #van der linde gang #arthur morgan #john marston #charles smith #dutch van der linde #hosea matthews #javier escuella #bill williamson #lenny summers #sean macguire #simon pearson #josiah trelawny #reverend swanson #micah bell

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nitas-adventures · 2 months

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Hi Dogblr!

I've been lurking in the community for a little while, and wanted to introduce my baby girl, Nita. (Named in large part after Nita from @dianeduane's So You Want To Be A Wizard series.)

She's a Texas Heeler (Australian Shepherd x Australian Cattle Dog mix), currently 9 months old, and an absolute delight. We're hoping to get her into agility training and maybe competition once she's old enough, because she is made of springs (her most impressive achievement so far was somehow jumping a baby gate at 12 weeks, forcing us to promptly find a taller one) and as a herding mix we know having some kind of job would be good for her.

She's a lot of "firsts" for me and my husband - first dog owned by us (not our parents), first puppy, and first herding breed, so it's been quite the learning curve. I decided to go back to school this past fall to finish my comp sci degree, and my first semester really felt like I was double majoring, but the second major was just "dog."

This also means that I am very much learning as I go when it comes to stuff like training and dog sports, so I welcome any recommendations on books/articles/other ideas for improvement. We went through a positive reinforcement focused basic manners class with her from around 4-5 months old, and we got very lucky with her; so far she's been a very good puppy, even as a teenager. Definitely not perfect, but I'm pretty sure by the standard of "teenage cattle dog mix" she's an absolute angel.

This photo is her at just under 6 months, as it's the best one I have of her so far. That one floppy ear has since perked up the rest of the way! I'm by no means a professional photographer, and she's not really one to stand still for pics, lol. The banner pic is her (on the left) at the dog park the other day with her brother (on the right with the odd eyes, owned by a friend).

I hope that you all love her even a fraction as much as I do :)

#dogblr #australian cattle dog #blue heeler #australian shepherd #texas heeler #so you want to be a wizard

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starboundpix · 5 months

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i. (love is) a gift

you just want a regular scarecrow. not whatever this shiny metal scarecrow-esque thing is. too bad your aunt didn't get the memo.

daycare attendant x reader ✧ 1.3k words farm au, gender neutral reader, reader is a farmer, lots of pets and animals, reader does some heavy lifting

note: this is the first writing piece I'm posting for the fnaf fandom! my roommates have been dragging me down this hole the entire semester, so here I am >.< I hope you enjoy!

When you mentioned to your aunt in passing that you desperately need a scarecrow because the birds keep ruining your newly planted garden, you didn’t think she paid that much attention to you. She must have been listening and decided to use her rich aunt privileges because here you are in your barn, ankle deep in packaging paper and hay, staring at a large wooden crate turned on its side, jaw dropping at the sight of gold and light yellow metal spilling out of the opening.

This most definitely is not the kind of scarecrow you were planning to purchase.

A brief search through the packaging paper in the crate reveals a thin booklet titled Farm Helper Manual. The cover depicts two cartoon characters: one in the same coloration as your metal scarecrow and the other in varying shades of blue and black with highlights of a soft silvery-grey. They are like the sun and moon personified and their fun poses within the stalks of corn evoke a bit of amusement that breaks up the shock that had settled in.

You start flipping through the pages, skimming the titles and headers. You just want to find out how to set the scarecrow up because you don’t think mounting it on a wooden pole in the traditional fashion would work out.

“‘Battery and operation,’” you read out loud. One of your chickens clucks at you in response, then pecks the scarecrow, beak glancing off metal with a plink. “Henrietta! Don’t dent my scarecrow.” You wave your hand at the red-feathered hen and she ruffles her wings, disgruntled, settling a few steps away. Sighing, you keep reading the page. “‘Your farm helper-’ cute term for a scarecrow, ‘-is both solar powered and battery powered. Once fully charged, it will operate for 48 hours before reaching low-power mode and has three more hours before shutting off completely.’ What, is that it?”

A quick flip through the rest of the pages doesn’t reveal anything about how to set the scarecrow up, which is extremely unhelpful.

Tossing the booklet to the side, you move to stand before the crate, hands on your hips as you eye the mass of metal enrobed in rather sad, brown, sack-like cloth. Well if the book won’t tell you much, you can figure this out yourself. You’ve been able to fix the machines and tools you need for farmwork, so you certainly can set this metal scarecrow up in your garden. You hope.

This scarecrow is so. Immensely. Heavy.

Your shoulders and arms ache terribly from the odd combination of carrying, pushing, and pulling that is necessary to get the scarecrow into your wheelbarrow. It doesn’t get any easier when you have to lift the wheelbarrow scant inches off the ground to push it to your garden, careful to avoid the fresh green and yellow sprouts of vegetables and herbs.

Now, you have the miserable task of somehow getting this hunk of metal out of the wheelbarrow and set up to charge under the sunlight.

After staring at it for a moment, you make the short trip to your house and grab a chair from the wrap-around porch, awkwardly shuffle-walking with it in your arms until you return to the wheelbarrow. You set the chair down, wiggling it until the legs sink a bit into the dirt to make sure it won’t topple over.

“Okay, let’s do this,” you tell yourself, shaking out your arms to prepare for the difficult task ahead.

First, you move the scarecrow’s legs over the edge of the wheelbarrow, each limb weighing just as much as your large Australian Shepherd who has wandered over to witness your struggles.

You pause to rub your dog’s side when he stops by your feet, his tongue out and tail wagging. “Come to laugh at me, Pluto?” He barks once, sharp and short, before leaving you to lay down on the dirt a bit away from the chair.

Smiling at him, you continue on with your task. You pull the scarecrow’s arms to rest over your shoulders, and after a moment to catch your breath, you heave your weight forward, pulling with all your might. For a moment, you think that the scarecrow will not budge. But the weight starts to get heavier and heavier on your shoulders, the wheelbarrow falls onto its side, and the entire weight of this scarecrow is pressing down on you.

You stumble forward, then find enough balance to walk the three steps needed to get to the chair. Quickly, you shrug the scarecrow’s arms off your shoulders and lean back until you hear the scraping of metal and fabric on wood and suddenly feel infinitely lighter.

Air whooshes past your lips in an exhale. Rolling your shoulders helps to ease some of the pain and tension that has gathered in your arms, but you surely will feel the ache for the next few days. You’re used to the hard labor of farm work, sure, but you rarely have to lift this much weight at once. Why on earth did they make a scarecrow this heavy?

Turning around, your eyes grow wide when you take in the present from your aunt. “Oh, wow.”

Under the bright golden sunlight of a warm spring afternoon, the scarecrow is glorious despite the rough burlap sack covering the torso. There are so many fine details, more than you’d ever expect the manufacturers to include. Individual knuckle joints are coated in a shimmery light yellow paint, the same color as what you can see of the metal torso. The arms have beautifully intricate designs of vines and flowers, twining from wrist to shoulder joint, that are the slightest bit darker than the yellow so the markings are only visible when the sunlight hits them at a certain angle. The scarecrow’s face is split in two colors—that light yellow on the left and a deeper golden hue on the right—which curves to form a crescent. You wonder what colors the eyes and mouth would be, but they’re all closed, giving the scarecrow a serene expression. To finish off the wonderful craftsmanship, a set of triangular spikes crown the scarecrow’s face, starting in that deep gold and fading away to the light shimmery yellow at the tip.

“You’re like the sun,” you murmur. “Sun the scarecrow.”

Proud of your naming skills, you take the time to properly position Sun in the chair, hoping that the battery will charge properly under the bright afternoon light. As you stand, you pat the scarecrow on the chest. “Please protect my garden for me, Sun. Don’t let the birds eat the seeds and sprouts.”

Turning away and feeling very pleased at your new addition to the garden, you call, “Pluto!” and snap your fingers twice. Your dog shakes dirt off his dappled coppery-brown fur before bounding toward you. The two of you return home, have a peaceful afternoon as you complete the necessary chores and enjoy dinner as the chill of a typical spring night starts to set in.

Late into the night, long after you have gone to bed, the scarecrow opens his eyes. They shine with a soft white light, cutting through the dark. He is deep blue and obsidian, with the night sky embedded into his arms in a soft silver that emanates the faintest light. His head, now devoid of spikes, swivels as he takes in his surroundings.

This place is unfamiliar to him—to them. It is a relief.

Knowing that there are no immediate dangers to them, he settles back into the chair. He does not know why he has been placed here in the garden, but is sure that his counterpart will find out tomorrow. For now, he will stay on guard but enter low power mode to conserve energy as they have not fully charged, and will leave his exploration of this new territory to tomorrow night.

He will keep watch until morning.

note: the plan is for this to be a little drabble or mini series whenever I feel inspired to add a new part! it's also a little side project for fun as I work on a larger piece hehe. I'd love to hear what you think about this first part! (especially because there's a second part in the works already ^u^)

series masterlist ✧ part two

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awheckery · 22 days

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Nola Rose's Big Birthday Poll

This is Nola Rose:

She is my best girl, my babylove, my beloved little butt and my most precious evil eel, and in one week, she will be one year old!

Recently, I ordered her an Embark test, in the hopes of one day reuniting her with one of her siblings or other family members, and to maybe get an idea of what other health problems I could expect in the future.

I was not expecting any surprises on the breed front, because the rescue had Nola's original paperwork from her "breeders," indicating her mama was a brown Cocker Spaniel named Spruce, and her daddy was a registered blenheim Cavalier King Charles named Fellow. AND YET.

...and 7.2% something I did not expect at all. Full honesty, I don't see it, but maybe it explains a few things about her?

ANYWAY. For Nola's impending birthday, I thought it might be fun to survey other people, to see their best guesses at the third breed in Nola's genetic cocktail. I've pulled all poll options from an article on the most common breeds for Cavalier crosses, and additional photos and possible clues to her ancestry below the read more.

Psst, for folks coming back for the answer, check the pinned reblog!

Starting from the top, BABY PHOTOS, of Nola Rose and the two sisters the rescue picked up from the puppy mill auction.

That photo of Nola on the left was the photo in her Petfinder listing, the one I saw by accident in the middle of the night that made me fall in love with her immediately. I honestly have no idea how she was the last of her siblings left to be adopted, but I will never not be desperately grateful.

Maybe it was because she had the dramatic eyebrows and mutton chops of a civil war general, I can't say. In more recent photos, you can see that the eyebrows and bushy cheeks have subsided, but the insanely luxurious eyelashes remain.

Her color has darkened immensely since I brought her home in August. She used to be a much lighter sable, and fully blonde on the top of her head.

Speaking of which, sable isn't a breed standard color in either Cavaliers or Cockers, and her ridiculously long chin beard (which you won't see in any of her photos because I have her groomer trim it off) doesn't appear in those breeds either. Coincidence?

At just shy of a year, she's hopefully maxed out at 18 pounds, and she's unbelievably leggy, with an outrageously long body and the deep chest of a racing dog. (She's also fast as hell, good god.)

Her fur is unbelievably silky, save for a coarser ruff over her shoulders and trailing down her spine, and her cocker-fluff booty feathers. Her back end was trimmed down substantially before the above photo. Her tail might be the softest part of her, and I love how it's both silky and curly.

Behaviorally... she's. Something.

Nola has the strongest prey drive of any dog I've ever met, including that time we babysat a rat terrier mix named Ella The Killer. Nola's little heart is so full of murder that I have to close curtains so she won't hurt herself trying to break through the windows to get at bunnies. She is a grand champion at "breaking the necks" of her toys by way of viciously shaking them.

Nola likes to burrow! She tunnels under blankets, rugs and throw pillows, and her favorite way to sit On A People is between our legs when we're in recliners. She likes to feel confined. She also deeply enjoys being held, and she asks to be picked up by my father at least once a day, even tho she's perfectly capable of jumping into his lap by herself now.

She LOVES to lie in the sun until her little body is radioactively hot and her mouth smells like hot rotting garbage, which is actually extremely weird, because she's our second sable dog in a row to have solar-powered halitosis and I'm not above begging people for answers. If you have a dog that has especially stinky breath after they've been in the sun, indoors or out, please talk to me because I'm dying for answers.

Ahem. What else.

Nola is disturbingly smart, and has no concept of obedience, but an excellent grasp of the concept of naughtiness. She knows exactly which items in the house are Forbidden, and which ones will get our attention the quickest if she takes or otherwise threatens them. She also knows the names of most of her toys and can distinguish between them when she's feeling cooperative.

Her favorite way to wake me up when it's time for work is to jump up on my bed, pounce on me, and oh-so-gently bite the tip of my nose. (I know I shouldn't encourage it but it's so sweet I may die.)

She investigates new people by aggressively sniffing their eyes.

She is my tiny daughter with every disease, but despite her allergies, and her asthma, and her megaesophagus, and her subluxated hip, she is the happiest, most delightful little being in all the world.

I lov her.

#darling #nola rose #dogblr #cockalier #with a secret something on the side #guess that breed!#poll #tumblr poll #my stuff #I genuinely can't believe she's almost a year old

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russellsppttemplates · 2 years

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Fond of you too (Mick Schumacher)

Mick Schumacher seems to think you don't really like him

Note: english is not my first language. This request is another that I feel huge responsibility writing about and I feel grateful that I'm trusted enough to have it be requested. This is a deaf!reader piece and, while unlike the neurodivergent!reader I postedast month, this is not a topic that I dominate a lot and I had to do a bit of research on it as I tried to do this is the most respectful way with help and knowledge that I gathered. These small things but they are in no way representative of everyone! 🤍

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm not taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so but know that I don't know when I'll be able to tend to them!

Mick was walking to the Haas hospitality, talking with Sabine about what media duties he was doing that Thursday, "so you have the interview, then you're needed back here to sign mini helmet replicas and then you probably need to go and get ready for your seat fitting", his assistant ran through the activities' schedule, noticing him looking elsewhere, "did you hear that, Mick?", she tempted, knowing a positive answer would be a lie, the german driver blushing as he apologised, "Sorry, what's after the interview?", he said with a blush on his cheeks, this time hearing her voice while his eyes followed your figure, noticing you were wearing a Mercedes team jacket while you walked along with one of the engineers.

Mick had finished sighing the helmets and since his mechanics told him that the seat fitting would take a bit longer before they needed him and seeing the sun shining, he went back to his room so he could get Angie, the Australian Shepherd that travelled with him as much as they were able to squeeze in, and that she could enjoy the garden area. They had been playing for a bit, occasionally sitting down when the dog felt tired and demanded belly rubs when he noticed her ears pick up and prompt her to run to someone a bit far away, his eyes following her to see her nudging her snout on your legs, you crouching down to pet her as she licked your face before you seemed to look around for her owner, waving at Mick with a soft smile on your face when the dog made her way back to him, an awkward wave from his part as he longed to know who you were, clearly someone from the team and who felt comfortable within the paddock. Hearing Gary call his name, he turned to him as the older man too waved at you, "Do you know her?", Mick asked, "that would be Y/N, she is one of George's sisters", he tipped his head to you now walking along with your brother back to the hospitality, Mick smiling at finally having a name to go by.

Friday morning rolled around with clear skies and every team was getting the cars and drivers ready for the Free Practice, you staying back at the garage with Carmen as you waited to watch the next and last session of the day, often pointing and signing something to your brother's girlfriend when something exciting happened. When George came back from a great session, you gave him a hug before you let Carmen do the same, looking at the screens that showed the other cars' performance and analysing it to the best of your hability. Mick walked in the garage, wanting to congratulate George on his result and maybe in the hopes of seeing you too, looking for the British driver before his eyes landed on you, and he truly had never seen someone so beautiful, the way your outfit complimented your figure in a soft way, your laugh soon becoming one of his favourite sounds as he watched you point things to Toto on the screen, "George did an awesome couple of laps", he tempted. Surely complimenting your brother's performance would be a good thing to start, right? "Yes, it was!", Toto answered, "although I'm not sure your team will be happy to know you're telling us that", he teased as Mick hoped for an answer on your part, you only smiling politely as you made your way into the corridor. Okay, definitely not what he was expecting, but maybe you were just having an off day.

The beggining of qualifying had always fascinated you, the way it was important to your brother specially, as well as to his team, that they got a good place on the grid. An unfortunate result brought Mick out on Q1, leaving him to try and to make you notice him and perhaps give him more than just a wave because he really was going out of his way.

Mick arrived in the Mercedes garage after a slight delay before Q3 began, waving at everyone before he called for you, taking the plunge and being the one to initiate, noticing you put your headphones on as he approached you from your back. Maybe you really didn't like him, was it because he was a driver? Maybe George told you that anyone in the paddock was off limits. Or maybe you just didn't really like the blonde.

When Mick found George after the media pen, he thought he might risk it, "great performance!", he began, greeting George who thanked him, "yeah, and it's even more amazing to be able to do it with my little sister here! She finally got some time off to come and visit for a few races so it's extra special", he smiled and Mick knew right there how much you meant to George, the sibling love he felt for his sister undeniable much like yours. "Oh, yeah! Gary told me she was here! The other day Angie just ran up to her and asked for belly rubs", he tried to push the topic, "Oh, she told me about it! I'm not surprised, she has always loved dogs! She's always saying how they only need a touch to know when you're not feeling good, there are no words needed, no other exchange", George replied and Mick felt his heart flutter, having shared the same feeling before where Angie would snuggle up to him after harder races, "feel free to bring her around, I'm sure Y/N would love it, and I'm sure she would love to meet you!". Mick chuckled, "I don't know, I went to the garage after my qualifying session and when I called for her she put her headphones on and the day before yesterday I was there too and she didn't really say anything", he spoke, attempting to not show how much it was affecting him, George connecting the dots, "you don't know, do you? Y/N is deaf", George put simply, "She has lost most of her hearing capacity and in crowded environments like this she also has her attention elsewhere most of the time, and most people on the team know about it and communicate with her by signing", and Mick calmed down a bit, understanding now how you weren't ignoring him on purpose, "I didn't know, it's just that I saw her put the headphones in and, yeah...", he tried to wrap his head around it. "Yes, she still has them to protect her hearing, especially in the garage the frequencies can really bother her, but I promise you she's not rude or anything, definitely not ignoring you", George smiled at him.

After the race you were walking around with your brother and his girlfriend while you waited for him to go to his debrief meeting, "But you raced so well George, stop beating yourself up about it! Anyone who looks at you will think you were on the bottom of the grid and not on the top 5! Again!", you signed, fingers sharp and wide as you raised your eyebrows, the frustration also clear on your face, "I swear you're always so hard on yourself", seeing Carmen nod along as she agreed with you, seeing how your gaze had averted to somewhere else, her eyes landing on Mick Schumacher who was talking to one of his mechanics, Angie on a leash sitting on the floor, the spanish young woman nudging your brother's arm, "Oh, by the way, Y/N, Mick came to me yesterday to tell me about your encounter", he signed as well as he spoke, the movement of his lips something you had learnt early on as an easy way to accompany what he was telling you, "Oh, really? I'd really like to go and talk to him but I'm not sure this is the best environment, or if he even wanted to", you blushed, the german driver approaching you as George's phone rang, someone calling him for his meeting. "Hi", Mick greeted you and Carmen with a wave, Angie by your side as you scratched her head, "I'm sorry that I don't know everything but George told me that if I sign a few things while speaking calmly we can communicate", he tried his best attempt, having found that one of the marketing managers on his team knew sign language and pestering them until they taught him the basics almost overnight. With Carmen's help, you got the message back to him, "don't worry! I'm sorry too, apparently you called for me yesterday and I didn't notice you were there either. Where did you learn?", you asked, "in school I had a few lessons with the rest of my class, and one of our marketing managers taught me a bit yesterday when I said I wanted to come and talk to you", he smiled, as you were sure you had never seen anything more honest, sincere and beautiful. "Well, I'm here for the next few races so if you ever need someone to teach you...", you tempted, enjoying how he was carrying this like a normal exchange between any two people and not pushing you aside or tresr you like a child, "can I bring this one with me?", he pointed out Angie who had laid down by your feet, "she seems to feel quite fond of you too", the blush on your cheeks rising as you smiled.

#mick schumacher imagine #mick schumacher x reader #mick schumacher fluff #mick schumacher fic #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic

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theadventurek9 · 20 days

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Ryker has shown some aversion to water, including puddles and creeks and what not. Which doesn't fit our outdoorsy lifestyle.

If he never likes swimming he will never have to do dock diving or swimming for fun, but for the sake of safety and being able to follow us on hikes and backpacking trips he has to be willing to cross creeks and confidently swim if he ever falls into water.

So today we did some fun splashing around and some not so fun creek crossings. Luckily he gained confidence fast and started stepping into the water on his own after a bit.

Only needed one learning moment of 'yes you have to cross the creek' at a creek crossing that had some deeper moving water. Let him take his time thinking about it but encouraged him that he had to eventually choose to join me and Aayla on the other side.

#the water moving across the road was a great step before we got to the creek #he had no issue with that other than rushing with a few high steps at first before he relaxed and walked normal #the deeper creek was harder and I could tell he thought i was going to drag him right in #which i didnt yet i didnt leave him any other option othwr than to cross #but let him think and analyze and choose to cross on his own #sometimes life has to be 'yes you have to do this' but there is the option to give enough grace to say 'but you can do it in your own way'#dogblr #dog #ryker #aayla #australian shepherd #adventure dog #hiking dog

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viburnt · 4 months

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What about Izuku as a mutt mixed with Australian shepherd (any shepherd) and heeler? What do you think?

YOU WANNA GIVE THIS BEAN MORE ENERGY?

Izuku +Australian shepherd/Heeler

Izuku is already energetic as he is. If he were an Australian shepherd/heeler puppy, he'd probably push his limits even more. He has the zoomies.

Big pointy ears that move and locate your voice in seconds and a tail so powerful it sometimes hurts when he wags it too close to you. His fur is brown with some black spots, very soft to the touch too.

This breeds are leaders by nature, specially because they were designed to handle cattle, so I like to think he would've stood up for himself more against Bakugo's attitude. Heelers and shepherds alike are also very friendly so, yes, it would still match his personality.

Team leader, even if he doesn't mean to. This is a trait these breeds particularly share with Izuku, and we can see it during team-up missions: he coordinates others, is a great teammate, and steps up to help others. Just like heelers, they don't leave anyone behind.

Smart, smart, smart! Izuku is already very perceptive and sharp-minded, but these particular breeds require a lot of stimulus to avoid going feral/naughty. Get him a Rubik's cube, coloring books, video games... if you don't burn that energy he'll be the sassiest puppy out there.

Forget any trace of shyness, Shepherd! Izuku is going to make it loud and clear that you belong to him (even if you're not dating). He'll place his arm around your shoulders, push you around a little, call you sweet things like it's nothing...

Oh, you are sitting on the common area? Sitting on that couch alone? You don't mind that he cuddles against you, do you? You don't mind his big fluffy ears tickling your nose and his tail wagging full force, right?

Panty stealer

"Izuku, you're going too fast-" you yelp, trying to keep up with the puppy boy pulling on your arm. A new comic shop had opened and he wanted to go with you to check it out. His tail wags in excitement, following the sound of people conglomerating around the little store. "But we'll have to wait to pay and- I wanna be the first one there and buy you something good!"

You smile, not minding his excess of energy anymore. "Silly puppy..."

#izuku midoriya x reader #mha deku #deku x reader #mha ask #MHA Puppyboy!AU

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ac3-76 · 24 days

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Jay Walker Headcannons

warnings: none🌴

General

he sucks at driving

he failed his license test 3 times before he gave up

a lot of people think that since he's hyper he can't drink coffee, but I think when he drinks coffee he calms down and gets sleepy

(that totally wasn't me projecting my ADHD on him)

One time the group was playing truth or dare at 3 AM, and sleep deprived Jay told them he thought Garmadon was "the hottest person I've ever seen. I mean even when he was an Oni he was hot shit. Can you imagine what he could do with four arms. I would totally tap that. Lloyd some day ur gonna have to call me daddy cus I'll be married to him"

When he's sleep deprived he doesn't think at. all.

the wildest things ever said will leave his mouth and he'll have a straight face the whole time

His first kiss was Nya

He's a 2000s movie loser boyfriend coded

He so Cameron from 10 Things I Hate About You coded

He's so Leo Valdez coded

His favorite music genre is Rap

He listens to Coolio and Eminiem while he invents

He hates ABBA(as an ABBA lover this hurts but ik he hates them so hard🤧🤧)

He cusses more than any of the other ninjas

when they do interviews the ninjas have to interrupt him a lot bc its live and kids could be watching so they can't cuss

he's taken so many media training classes and still won't stop cussing on TV

Out of all the ninjas he has the smallest fan base

Most of his fans are people who relate to him

There are SOO many soft edits of him to cutsey wutsey songs

He interacts with his fans a lot and people love him for that

he likes the edge of brownies

he likes them so much he bought one of those pans that only has edges and he uses it weekly

HE LOVES SLIME

He's afraid of all amphibians, except frogs

he has insomnia

His favorite movie is Gnomeo and Juliet

Dating

If you guys moved in together you would have separate rooms

this is bc he wants you guys to have ur own space to express yourselves and relax

the main reason is because he doesn't want to keep you awake with his insomnia

plus if you have a fight no one's sleeping on the couch

He would make the ring he uses to propose to you

The ring would have some saying that's important to you guys engraved on the interrior band

His love language is quality time

he would be in a room tinkering/inventing and you'd be in there doing one of ur hobbies

a close second is gift giving

he makes most of the gifts he gives to you

I feel like he doesn't care for physical touch that much

it's not that he'll reject it, it's just that he won't initiate it

unless it's ur love language, then he'll initiate it

You guys would adopt an Australian Shepherd and he would name it Liam

or if ur allergic to dogs, you would adopt a Maincoon and he would name it Everest

if ur allergic to cats and dogs, idk what you would adopt

a hamster? a gerbil? a frog? I would say a rat cus he gives off rat energy but he's scared of rats(which is weird cus he loves Ratatouille(it's his 3rd favorite movie(his 2nd favorite is How To Lose a Guy in 10 Days)))

Your first date would be bowling or a picnic at the beach

Since he sucks at driving you have to drive or you take public transportation

#jay walker #ninjago jay #ninjago #ninjago headcanons #jay walker headcannons #hes so me

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