Your daemon would take the form of a domestic dog! Those who have domestic dog daemons are loyal and service-oriented people who love to be in the presence of others. They offer guidance and protection to those they cherish, though are typically obedient to an individual, cause, or service.
boxer.
Your daemon would take the form of a boxer! You are a fearless but cheerful individual who is devoted to the wellbeing of your loved ones. More so than others with dog daemons, those with boxers are enthusiastic people with a strong heart, but they have deep ideals on what constitutes fairness. They can be extremely protective and devoted friends, and are dependable when someone needs them. When deciding on your daemon's appearance, consider the pattern of your daemon's coat. A darker-colored boxer may indicate someone more independent and headstrong, while a lighter-colored boxer may indicate someone more willing to work with others. Typically the more patterned a coat is, the more flamboyant and intense the individual.
biggest privilege i can bestow A Character (other than a playlist that is 90% incomprehensible garbage) is Specific Movie AU. anyways thinking about Cazador Astarion x Stanley Kubrick's The Shining this morning.
knuckles is so adorable specifically because he is not purposefully adorable. like, the people who write/draw him know hes just a little guy but knuckles himself is like ohhh im so badass and i have so much responsibility arghhh and we're all just like awwwwwwww the!
Chrissy meets Bastard Man starter for @havvkinsqueen
Eddie would never admit it - unless Chrissy really pressed him, but there was something thrilling about the stadium. Not the place itself, but the palpable energy that was always surging through it? It was infectious, and in his not at all unbiased opinion it was all thanks to Chrissy. Well, Chrissy and the rest of the girls… and Benny. One couldn’t forget Benny. The players themselves, though? Eddie was lucky if he could remember a third of their names. It was hardly a secret that Eddie wasn’t particularly one for sports - save cheerleading. When a player scored? The crowd could be wild. Annoying, even.
That was mean, he knew. He could hear Chrissy’s voice in his head, scolding him for it. Asking how it was any different from cheering after a great roll in D&D. They were just… passionate and excited. To make fun of them, judge them, for being excited was… not nice. Still, there was a difference between that hoopla and the way she (and the others) worked the crowd. The victorious roars - the aforementioned hoopla - still echoed in his ears as he waited for her after the game. It was like… just holding a chord. Whereas the rhythmic beat of the routine, the cheers…? That was like actual music. It was a performance, it was art. Hyperbolic? He didn’t think so. The way the arena caught the gleam in Chrissy’s eyes? Her radiant Her smile? Yep. Definitely art.