#also dog

[fandomsoda]

I don’t think we talk enough about how Ink has major chihuahua energy.

Smallest of the bunch, high-energy, will probably bite for better or for worse, loud, kinda spoiled.

He’s a chihuahua.

[grinningsnapples]

Its The Black Phone watch 123! THE MENTAL ILLNESS!!!!!

have my stupid dog being disgusted at my Grabber plush

[lady-zephyrine]

Forgive the cringe, but in a Pokémon AU I can imagine Greavard being Dark Matter Swordsman 's partner.

[sweaterkittensahoy]

Sean is playing Elden Ring

Sean goes up to a message next to a turtle: “Giant ahead. Therefore, dog.”

Me: ::makes goat noise::

[pigeonxp]

AKEKWOEJWKEJWKRKK KNEE DEEP AT ATP COVER??? OKAYYYYYY

i was NOT expecting that fucking "b-SIIIIIIIIIIIDEEEE" fuckeoekjrwwj

[my-mt-heart]

Caryl and Dog find old treehouse to sleep in during their travel to New Mexico headcanon?

Daryl supports Dog’s weight while Carol pulls him up.

Daryl: Got him?

Carol: Yep.

With one great tug, she’s able to help Dog scramble into the treehouse. Daryl climbs in after him, exhausted.

Daryl: Heavier than he looks.

Carol: Think getting him down will be any easier?

Daryl: Don’t remind me. Still think we coulda found shelter on the ground somewhere. This ain’t worth the trouble.

Carol: I think it’s fun. It’s like a little clubhouse. Didn’t you ever want one of these when you were a kid?

Daryl: Nah, never thought about it.

Carol: Well, I did.

She sets her stuff down and snuggles into Daryl, who’s still sitting up against the wall, trying to catch his breath.

Daryl: What stopped you then?

Carol: I grew up in the city. No trees.

Daryl: Ah.

Carol: Yeah. I remember I tried everyday for months to convince my parents to move us somewhere where there was a lot of open space and—

Daryl: Trees.

Carol: Yeah.

Daryl: Got a hunch that didn’t go so well.

Carol: Nope. But I got over it. Having so little makes it easier to accept that some things are just impossible.

Daryl: Yeah, I know that feelin'.

They fall into a comfortable silence. Daryl’s chewing on his lip, an idea slowly hatching. He draws his hunting knife and turns around to start carving something into the wood.

Carol: What are you doing?

Daryl doesn’t answer, focused on his task. Eventually he finishes, and moves aside to let Carol see.

Her expression morphs into a mix of shock and awe. She clutches her chest as if her heart might fly out.

Etched into the wood in Daryl’s scrawl is “Club Carol.”

Carol: I love it.

Daryl: Just don’t forget to make me your Vice President or first lieutenant or whatever.

Carol snorts.

Carol: You’re gonna have to earn it.

Daryl: Thought I just did.

Carol: Hey, the competition’s stiff this term.

She motions to Dog who’s napping happily in the other corner.

Daryl: Pfft. Figures.

[dvrsfy]