Mojo

*Intently stares at the bipeds*

[vcsecretgifts]

To: @xxhellonursexx​

From: @good-evening-kiss​

The prompt: “(Character A) unwrapped his present and laughed with delight. “Thank you, (Character B)! I love it!”

I had some ideas for the prompt and it took a while to decide which one should I go ahead with. I chose this idea because I could imagine the reasons why Louis chose the gift for Lestat and why Lestat is happy with it. And I wanted to describe those in a comic…a 7 pages comic…even though I know I’m slow at drawing… I’m so sorry for being late to give you this gift. Hope you like it and have happy holidays!

[andallshallbewell]

[lokivonkrusenbusch]

Happy Easter wishes you Loki the fluffy Easter bunny 🐰

[pajamasecrets]

Keanu playing with puppies!

[the-good-boy-mojo]

-Squeezes a brand-new squeaky toy for his favorite good boy-

Mojo's head tilted instantly on the side, pointy hears directed at the toy. The pup couldn't help a long happy whine as he jumped on his paws. In an blink of an eye, Mojo was trotting around the blonde-maned-biped, tongue poked out. He was happily wagging his tail, his whines turning in joyful barks. He was more than ready to have fun!

[megthegreat]

when in doubt, goofy louis/lestat shit.

[vanitasmorgue]

[hxllion]

continuation of x - @the-good-boy-mojo

He wandered off to another room to let Mojo enjoy his dinner and returned several minutes to gather his emptied food dish, rinsing it out and setting it on the rack to dry. When he found Mojo again, he knelt down again to pet at the creature’s face, a small smile forming. Mojo’s leash was in his other hand, held against his thigh. “How did you like that, Mojo? Do you want to go for a walk now? I imagine you’re needing to go out soon, anyway.”

He had to wonder if Mojo had any problems with him and his immortal entourage sleeping during the day, but the dog seemed content enough with the way he’d laze about at the feet of his master, curled tail sweeping the floor as he stretched out over the ground. “Who knows? We could meet a new friend out there, and I know how much you love attention.” Another gentle scratch was given behind the ear, right at the spot Mojo loved most. “Let’s go, boy.”

[the-good-boy-mojo]

The dog didn’t have to be praised long, and was more than delighted to be able to ravage the meat in big happy gnaws. It was downed pretty fast, but he took great care to dispose the scrumptious taste on his paws and clean his maws. An instant later, he was graced by more gentle petting, amber eyes going up on the blond-furred-biped. He gave a nice waggling of tail, ears twitching at the words “walk”. That he understood. He was always ready for a good walk!

He barked twice loudly, trotting around the biped in loose circles, then crouched and yelped as any encouragements. The bipeds were all so slow. It took them so many time to get ready for a walk, he truly didn’t understand why they would need so many layers of fabric to go out. Gladly, his friend was faster than most bipeds, and all he had to do, was to run at the front door after giving the cold-as-snow-paw a good licking. Again, he barked, tongue out as he impatiently pawed the floor.

[aers]

Puppy stuff I want!!!!!! ❤💛💚💙💜🐕

[jadedcreole-deactivated20210629]

the-good-boy-mojo​:

Stiff on his limbs, Mojo whined softly as he was powerlessly held up and to the bath. Tongue poking anxiously, his big amber eyes lifted to the gentle-voiced-biped as if imploring not to continue this terrible treatment. He felt the effort of the other to appease him, but Mojo could merely wag weakly his tail in response.

But he was a good boy, wasn’t he? He wouldn’t move from there. May be he would have some treat later.

“Good boy,” he soothed as he washed Mojo. “This will protect you from the fleas and clean you.” He says quietly. The organic soap sitting by him. “It does not smell as good as the other soap does it? It is better for your.” He quietly talks to him. He finishes soaping him down and takes his phone putting the timer on 5 minutes. He sets it on the floor. He takes the squeaking duck and squeaks it at him. The tries to keep his interest in the tub with the toy. “I have a filet mignon I will cook for you tonight. It is steak with bacon. I bet you will love that, non?” He teases Mojo. 

[the-good-boy-mojo]

Mojo didn’t want to smell funny. He liked to smell like him and dew and grass. But the fleas on the other paw... he shook his entire body off, splashing some good amount of water around just to think about them cruelly gnawing at him. The gentle-voiced-biped was allowed to wash him, even though the dog couldn’t help but shiver violently from time to time. Getting wet under the rain, or when jumping in a puddle or a pond was fun. This was not.

At the evocation of food, however, his whole attention was dedicated on his friend. His tail waggled timidly again as is to approve the program, once again splashing soaped water everywhere. For the sake of his stomach, he would behave. But not without shaking his whole body again from the tip of his truffle to his tail.

[everythingfox]

doggo admiring ducklings

(via)

[xmercifulxdeathx]

Louis chuckled, still holding out the toy to Mojo, giving it a few squeaks. He chuckled, knowing that if Mojo were to obsessively play with the toy, the squeaking could go on for hours. And Louis was alright with that. He loved Mojo.

The vampire remembered when Lestat first brought Mojo into their home, welcoming him into their own little family. To help Mojo settle into the Rue Royale, Louis purchased books on German Shepherds and how to care for them. 

Those sweet, innocent eyes of the hound make Louis’ heart melt. Mojo was such an innocent creature. He was most pure thing Louis had ever known in centuries.

He smiled, squeaking the toy a few more times.

“Come on, boy. Go get your toy!”

Louis then tossed it over his shoulder, standing to step out of the way for Mojo to retrieve it.

“Go, go! Go get it!”

@the-good-boy-mojo 

[the-good-boy-mojo]

The acute sounds brought the dog’s attention back on the squeaky bone, his head now tilting on the other side with interest. His tail wasn’t long to slam repetitively the floor, tongue poking out from his maws. Mojo was in a mood for playing along with the gentle-eyed-biped, deciding to raise his stern and stretch with a big loud yawn, then sat face to the squeaking toy.

If the biped wanted him to get the toy, he would show how much of a good boy he was, and would hunt it down, indeed. A playful yelp later, and the toy finally tossed, the dog jumped on his paws and sprinted at the toy, ruthless fangs gnawing at the bone in a long pleading squeak. Shaking his head from side to side in a new flops of squeaks, Mojo’s tail was wagging furiously showing how happy he was with his catch. He trotted proudly in the large living-room, more squeaks and happy growls delivered along the road. Then only, Mojo decided to come closer from the raven-furred-biped in an attempt to engage in a game, the bone quickly abandoned on the floor, all slippery with saliva. Again, the dog sat, observing, waiting, panting. 

[the-good-boy-mojo]

Louis quietly approached, smiling at the gorgeous animal before him that Lestat absolutely adored. He knelt down, extending his arm to offer a squeaky toy in the shape of a bone. "Oh, aren't you just so handsome?"

Head resting over his paws, the German Shepherd rose curious amber hues on the newcomer. Lifting his truffle to the air, it’s light motions brought him the smell of one of these bipeds he would have been used to see around. The raven-furred-biped was a nice company. Quiet most of the time, as he would sit and stare for hours at these blocks smelling like trees and plumb.

Another mystery for the dog. Why would they stare at these things for so long, then archive them like a squirrel would with acorns? It isn’t as if they ever ate them anyway. But this night, the gentle-eyed-biped wasn’t staring at these blocks. No.

Mojo’s ears poked ahead at the toy’s sound, head tilting on a side a he was this time the one staring at the bone. Was it for him? Of course it was for him. The bipeds didn’t have much a liking for hunting and ripping down their prey as he would. But, just to make sure he wasn’t overstepping, Mojo’s eyes met with the green-like-moss’ of the male biped. 

[the-good-boy-mojo]

Long haired German Shepherd (source)

[somecutething]

Dog finds a cool place on a hot day 😂😂

[the-good-boy-mojo]

He sets a nice, bloody steak down on a plate for Mojo, and kneels down to press a kiss to his snout. His hand rubs the sleek fur on Mojo's head, scratching him behind the ear. "I've brought something for you, my beautiful friend. Be careful when you eat it."

Mojo has been smelling the juicy treat from a distance, following the blonde-furred-biped around with a furiously wagging tail. He was drooling already, as he sat at his friend’s paws, containing his impatience in a long begging whine. At last the treat came, but Mojo didn’t go for it yet. No. He had to behave. To be a good boy.

He waited, so. His tail still slamming the floor repeatedly, and he sneezed after a fresh as snow display of affection graced his muzzle. He didn’t get much what that gesture meant, but he had seen bipeds pressing their maws to others in the same fashion before. Perhaps was it their way to acquaint, to check on each other’s health status? Truly, Mojo had no clue. What he knew on the other side, was that he now was famished like a wolf and ready to devour the piece of meat.

The dog poked his tongue out, lapping an icy cheek and nose for any canine thanking, then carefully bowed to bite happily at the steak. The blonde-furred-biped always brought the finest of treats!

[the-good-boy-mojo]

*throws a bone*

The smell of the bone, of course, was enough to make the dog curious and famished. Although he was already drooling to feel it creaking in his maw, Mojo didn’t rush to it, and rather carefully sniffed on the surrounding, seeking for the one that had thrown the treat at his paws. Pointy truffle up to the air, tail lightly waggling between his legs, the dog was visibly in alert. Who was it? A friend? He hoped so.