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maxispremades · 5 months
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В этом году Бесс Стерлинг и Джулс Рико решили не наряжать елку на зимние праздники. Вместо этого ребята собрали чемоданы и отправились в отпуск на Комореби.
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Руди — непременный компаньон в любой поездке!
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Прибыв на Комореби, Бесс и Джулс бросили вещи в отпускном домике и направились в местный коктейль-бар, где выпили по бокалу подогретого фруктового нектара.
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Горячий источник помог Бесс качественно расслабиться и восстановить нервные клетки после напряженной рабочей недели.
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Ближе к ночи Джулс и Бесс вернулись в свой домик, где их уже поджидал Дед Мороз с мешком подарков.
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Праздничная... тусовка с братками™!
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Финал дня — романтичное заключение брачного контракта, результатом которого стали десять тысяч симолеонов. Не такое уж и огромное состояние...
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По такому случаю можно и поцеловаться!
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manifold-updates · 2 years
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Jack posted on his Instagram story!
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zombyaru · 11 months
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Bayardo and his dog 🐶🐾
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cynthplop · 1 year
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ALERUDY TRUTHERS (mermaid man scream) UNITTTTEEEE
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The Phantom And Devil
Art by Rudy Nebres
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qsfocus · 10 months
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8-rae-rae-8 · 1 month
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Dog fighting ring au (Graves' Part)
Phillip Graves - (Handler: Shepherd)
CWs: Graves' racism, hybrid fighting, abuse, drugging.
Characters: Roba, Ghost, Roba's men, Shepherd, Alejandro, Rodolfo
He's bait. A toy to his masters and a doll to his handlers. Scarred from head to toe, kept in no better condition than a sad dog bed in a cold, concrete room. Blond ears and sad tail with missing patches of fur. Ripped out too many times to count, so much so that hair stopped growing there. Or maybe it was the malnutrition, his body's attempt at self preservation. Or the fear he lived in, maybe even the anger.
It hurts. Every movement tore his skin. Every sound scratched his throat. When did he last have water? Food? He didn't know.
The only times he was allowed out was when his handler forced him to taunt a fighting dog. He was bait, just bait.
Nothing better than a toy on a string.
Still, he did his job well. Stalking the fighter infront of him. Black hair, with blond roots peeking through.. swollen parts of his ears. No shirt. Brandings. Scars. Fucked ribs. Bruises.
Huh. Maybe... Maybe some of the fighters understood what being in his position was. Full of pain and no help. Left in the rain or beating sun like a mutt.
The other hybrid didn't attack. He sat there and stared. Eyes narrowed as he watched. Nothing more. So he had to try harder. If he didn't- if he didn't, it might kill him. So be good. Listen. Fight. Taunt.
Graves tried. He stalked, barked, growled and hit.
The other hybrid only bit back when he finally hit a sensitive spot. Finally. Finally, he did his job. Riling up the mutt to get him ready for a fight.
That was all he was good for after all.
Graves quickly learns of the other's handler when he kicks Graves in the stomach and pushes something into his neck. Scary, tattooed, darker skinned. He associated it with pain, no matter how wrong. He didn't know any better.
The man showed each time the hybrid with dyed ears and tail was there. The other always looking at him with soft eyes. He had kicked Graves' ear once before biting him so hard he lost a chunk of his ear. Gentle, when his handler(s) wanted hurt.
That face followed him for weeks. Only ever picking him to prep for his mutt's fights. Graves didn't learn either of their names, he couldn't when he was whimpering in pain. More men joined, jeering and laughing. Not only at him but the other dog. Graves was drugged more than he could count. His handler didn't stop them. He encouraged it. The handlers loved being able to get away with this... Hybrids not human enough to be protected by most laws.
Whether he was unconscious or not for the baiting, he stopped remembering. The drugs affected his system more each time they hit. Withdrawals never happened, he was too much of a toy to be left to rot. A good toy too.
Their faces burned in his head. It didn't take long for him to associate anyone that looked like them with pain, fear and horrible anticipation for hurt.
When he woke to a man gently patting his cheek and laying him on something soft, his instinct was to bite and kick. A man with a beard, recently growing, eyebrows in a constant furrow. He didn't seem deterred when Graves tried to hurt him. Another man held him by his shoulders, clean shaven with kind eyes–Graves was too blind to see it.
These weren't his handlers. Why was the room filled with orders and different voices?? Hybrids left half dead on the ground, while men in so much gear tried to help them. What happened when he was out? Why did he hurt more than usual?
His back burned, stinging when it made contact with the soft thing. A bed, a stretcher.. he didn't know. He just tried to claw his way out of this, it usually worked. But these men were insistent. They kept him there, strapped him down and brought him somewhere else. Somewhere in the dim light of the night, sirens going off around him.
Graves caught one glance at that one fighter–the one with dyed fur–he was in a worse state. Not even conscious as a bearded man tried to wake him too. His chest stung. Was he alive?
He forgot about the men for a moment. It only took a second for him to be given some kind of medication in his veins. It burned, then made him a little floaty. The fear hit full swing again as one of the men said something to him. Something he couldn't understand.
He was back to thrashing in the stretcher, growling as his tail forcefully tucked between his legs.
Then it was black as something hot burned in his arm.
He'd woken up in a hospital. God knows how many days later. It was quiet. Near silent. An arm in a cast and most of his body bandaged up or stitched. He didn't even know he'd broken anything. It all does blend together in that life...
Those men came back and sat at his bedside. They explained what happened. A raid on the ring, many hybrids saved, many in hospitals, some handlers arrested. They said he was lucky not to have been awake and aware. Graves wanted to claw at them again. To hit. But he was held down by cuffs. It wasn't an option.
Trust wasn't an option. He had to trust them. And they tried to prove it.
Colonel Alejandro Vargas and Sargeant Major Rodolfo Parra.
It took upwards of a year for Graves to even think about letting them touch him. He flinched away and growled. He bit more than once. Rodolfo lost a bit of skin on his arm because of it. Graves never said sorry. He shouldn't have stepped in his space.
Still, he associated them with pain and fear. But the more he was brought safe food, bedding, and they literally picked him up out of closets when he had a flashback... It was hard to keep his guard up. They were kind. The other shoe didn't drop. He was warm and safe there.
Graves bit his tongue a lot. Bit back the urge to say things he had heard from that branded hybrid's handler. Mean things. Bad things. He wasn't a bad dog.
This place, a kind home, wasn't what he was used to. He didn't deserve it, he didn't remember if he ever even had that.
Rodolfo and Alejandro were sweet. Their voices felt warm to his wounded ears. No matter how hard he tried, he started to trust them. Those mean words only came back to him as intrusive thoughts or when he was angry. He had lots to unlearn still.
But he wasn't pushed away by them.
On rough nights, he inched closer to Rudy.
And one night he had it particularly rough. Graves settled himself at the end of Rudy's bed, and was never kicked out. No matter the shit he did, he was allowed to stay. Because it was getting better. He was getting better.
Pictures of Graves curled up on Rodolfo's bed have a folder on Alejandro's phone.
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princessdimondheart · 7 months
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Hot Tamales | Ghost x Canis! OC + TF-141 + Los Vaqueros
Pairing: Ghost x f! OC
Warnings: language, the bois simp for food
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A/N: A little post for Hispanic Heritage Month, a day after it ‘ended,’ but it’s always Hispanic Heritage Month for me lol. My mom and I made tamales a few weeks back and that kinda inspired this. I know it’s not what you’re expecting that I update but I wanted to get this posted even though it’s late. This could be considered part of the It’s The Dog series but as a separate one shot. Canis is Mexican but it can be read as any Latina Reader.
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🫔.
For the last day or so, Johnny not Ghost could find Canis and both were beginning to get a bit worried. So, Johnny asked around the base they were on if anyone had seen her. No luck until one of Alejandro’s Corporals said that she had been in the mess’ kitchen. Quickly sending a text to Ghost, Johnny made his way to the mess hall. 
An incredible aroma came from the large room the closer down the hall he went. Ghost was already standing at the doors waiting for him. 
“Ah, that smells so good L.t.” He grinned at the taller man. 
“Very good.” Ghost replied, shockingly in approval. 
Johnny was just about to push the doors open when a loud bang sounded from down the hall. It was Alejandro and Rudy. 
“Te dije, Rudy! The smell is coming from here!” The Colonel shouted. “Mmm… tengo hambre.”
“You were right, Ale. But who’s making them?” The two men jogged to where Soap and Ghost were standing. 
“You know what’s goin’ on, Alejandro?” Johnny questioned. “It smells really good! What is it?”
“No idea, amigo! Those are tamales!” He shook Johnny’s shoulder. “Don’t tell me you’ve never tried tamales before?”
Johnny shook his head and when Alejandro looked at Ghost, he also denied ever having them. Both Mexicans shook their heads. 
“Oh, you’re missing out!” Rudy looked at them with pity. 
“It’s only one of the finest dishes Mexican cuisine has to offer.” Ale added. “You’re in for a treat!”
They finally head in and see that a decent sized crowd had formed around the kitchen doorway. Many of them were practically drooling at the delicious smell. They made their way through the crowd and inside they saw Canis. 
Rudy called out to her first, “Canis! You’re the one making tamales?”
She turned around at his voice. “Rudy, sí. I’ve been prepping since yesterday and now the tamales are steaming. I think they’ll be ready in about ten minutes. Think you boys can wait?”
Canis was wearing an apron that had the Los Vaqueros logo on the front. Earlier that day, she decided she would make one with the 141’s logo on it. It was stained with mole, pork, and masa. There was a very large pot behind her on the stove filled to the brim with tamales. The food station was relatively clean after the mess she had made the previous day and that morning. She’d taken the time to put everything away and clean up. Although, there were still some corn husks left on the table. 
“Of course we can wait, lass!” Johnny called out from behind Ghost. Whose body took up much of the doorway. 
Then the group had the others waiting around go to sit at the tables while they waited for the tamales to finish cooking. When the ten minutes were up, the mess staff helped Canis distribute the tamales to the voraciously hungry soldiers and staff. They thought that the tamales would be gone by then but out came Canis with a large warming platter filled with tamales. 
“I saved a bunch for you guys, and there’s more in the freezer to be steamed later on.” Canis smiled at them, placing the platter of tamales onto the table. She gestured to the food. “Go ahead.”
Alejandro and Rudy were quick to place a hot tamale on their plates. They were not as careful to spread apart the corn husks and dug into the steaming meal. 
“Ah-Ah!” The two sucked in air to their mouths to cool off their burning tongues. 
Canis shook her head at the two traviesos. “Con cuidado! You’ll burn your tongues.”
“It tastes better when they’re hot and fresh.” Alejandro panted, still cooling his mouth. Canis rolled her eyes at him. 
On the other hand, the Brit and the Scot were going at their food at a much slower pace. They seemed to be enjoying themselves. 
“This is good, Canis.” Ghost looked at her. 
“Thank you, Ghost.” She smiled and her cheeks burned. Alejandro cleared his throat. 
“If a woman makes you tamales, she’s probably in love with you.” Alejandro smirked at her. The other men whipped their heads to look at her with wide eyes. Ghost squinted at her, an unfamiliar emotion in his dark eyes. Canis’ brow rose in question. “Who on the team have you fallen for, amiga?” 
“No one, Alejandro. I just wanted to make some tamales for everyone.” She side-eyed him. “It’s my Abuelita’s recipe. I was feeling a bit homesick so I made these to help cheer me up.”
Ghost hummed while Rudy and Johnny nodded their heads. 
“They’re the best thing I’ve ever eaten, and I’ve eaten lots of things, lass.” Johnny complimented. 
Canis chuckled. “I’m glad you guys are enjoying it.” She fiddled with her fingers. “I was worried that I’d mess it up or something. I even messaged my Abuelita about a few things.”
“Nothing to worry about Canis! They’re the most delicious tamales I’ve ever had.” Alejandro went to go back to eating but jolted upright. “Don’t tell my mama I said that!”
Canis and Rudy burst out laughing. Johnny grinned at them and Ghost ignored them. He basically inhaled the whole tamale in three bites, and was glancing at the plate of tamales. 
Canis noticed. 
“Who wants seconds?”
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Bonus:
“They remind me of my grandmother’s tamales.” Rudy teared up. “I miss her.”
“Ayy, don’t cry Rudy.” She pat his back. “Here, have another tamale.” 
Canis placed another wrapped tamale on his plate before turning back to the stove to finish cleaning up. She didn’t see the glint in his eyes nor the smirk on his lips, but Alejandro did. 
“Rudy, you cabrón! That’s your fourth one!”
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redscrawl · 17 days
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Brian Moser they could never make me hate you <3
Creds under the cut
Tv show: Dexter
Red song lyrics are from American Psycho the musical. (yes thats a thing)
Quote with the black background and the light blue are both from the Dexter fandom wiki
Blood quote is Kait Rolkowski
Characters are Dexter Morgan and Brian Moser from the show Dexter <3
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ms-rampage · 2 months
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COD characters as dogs from my work part 3!
I work as an animal caretaker at a pet adoption center
[141 edition]
[Part 2]
Roach - Fry (Labrador Retriever mix)
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Alex - Cash (Husky)
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Rudy - Mickey (Pitbull terrier) [look at his pose!!]
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Alejandro - Ruckus (Husky mix)
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Nikolai - Disco (Husky mix)
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cherryatombomb · 1 year
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alerudy where they just refuse to elaborate on what the hell they are. are they dating? are they fwb? are they just really close friends? NOBODY KNOWS
whenever someone asks theyre just like "oh hes just my rudy :]" "oh hes just my alejo"
nobody knows whats going on anymore. they dont kiss or such in public, but will kiss eachothers cheeks in thanks and such, and literally nobody understands if its platonic or not
if theyre being hit on at a bar theyll just be like "oh no thanks i have to go talk to rudy/alejo"
it's so confusing (soap is losing his mind. hes asked multiple los vaqueros members what it all means. they all have no idea. they join in with soap losing his mind)
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maxispremades · 5 months
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Последний вечер на Комореби был окрашен в минорные тона — за три дня, проведенные в отпуске, ребята успели основательно соскучиться по дому и привычной рабочей рутине. Перед тем, как начать паковать вещи, Бесс вышла на ночную прогулку с Руди.
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Совсем скоро на Комореби придет весна...
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soranatus · 9 months
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Parasite in Superman Annual #1 - "The City of Secrets" (2023)
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robothell · 10 months
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wanted to see what it would be like if i were just a basic dog for funsies
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Roudise Week Day One: Family/Hat
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I had this idea that after the events of The Amazing Rudy, Louise would really enjoy accompanying Rudy to more of his family dinners/events to make it less awkward (because she's a good friend :3). And Rudy would want to give her a new sticker for her hat for one particular dinner, which makes her very happy.
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pawl3ss · 22 days
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Someone said that rudy needs a therapy dog and ive had this in mind for idk how long now
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Rudy with a dog because yes :3
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