Listen man. Ryder has to respond to emergencies almost daily (I think) with some of them almost ending in death if not handled correctly.
SOME of them however are so definitely NOT emergencies (like, Alex be so frfr, your backpack missing isn’t Ryder’s problem. It is no one’s problem but your own) and the only reason why I think Ryder accepts them is because he wants to appeal and please everyone (either that or Ryder knows that they have a single brain-cell).
Let vro be an IPad kid he honestly deserves his limited free time 😔
The nine tail colors represent the nine Mighty Pups. Starting from the red tail covered by the dangling foot, clockwise rotation: Marshall, Zuma, Rubble, Tracker*, Rocky, Liberty, Everest, Chase, Skye.
"It's unrendered, you forgot his compress shirt, his pants and sneakies have no detail" and who gaf bc i sure don't
Version 2, with red eyeliner like the kitsune have.
*Tracker was never a Mighty Pup in the series. However, he's part of the Super Paws True Metal toyline, and he controls vines.
PAW Patrol Headcanon Oneshot: Ryder's Hatsune Miku Robot (Some doodles at the end!)
Based off of a headcanon I posted about here. I don't have an Ao3 account (yet), so this will suffice. Buckle up, this'll take a long time to read.
'Twas a night with clear, twinkly skies. It was dead quiet outside. No cars passing through the roads, no reckless teenagers outside to disrupt anyone's safety and beauty sleep. All the house lights were off, leaving only the glow of the streetlights, the quiet sound of waves, and the light breeze from the west enveloping the quaint little Adventure Bay, home to a pack of six dogs and their techy owner...
Outside the Lookout tower, in their little pup houses, peacefully slept the six mentioned puppies. The cockapoo and the labrador slept in a very polite position, the mix-breed had some very quiet music playing from his tag. The German sheperd cuddled his trusty police teddy bear, while the dalmatian and bulldog were turned on their side and back, snoring their hearts out. The yard was, of course, a mess. Dog toys everywhere one could turn. It was an cute sight, how the yard livened up by the pups during the day also falls asleep during the night, the traces of their whimsical shenanigans evident all over it.
We've brushed over on the dogs, but what about their owner? Is he also sleeping peacefully, lulled to sleep by the rare moments of peace and quiet? The short answer would be... it couldn't be further from the truth.
The bedroom was quite a mess. Not the childish "toys and clothes everywhere" kind, however. It was more office-like, with various documents scattered all across the floor. Lists of material orders, profit analyses, tax evasion plans... and quite a few crumpled and torn robot plans. In the bed, the culprit of the mess turned left and right, clearly having trouble sleeping on such a fine night. Was it because he didn't have a great plan to evade and the IRS is on his companies' tails? Or is it just so quiet it's too good to be true, and he's waiting for someone to yelp for help?
You're in luck, dear reader, because I don't feel like being cruel to our exhausted heroes this time. Adventure City is hosting a big robot contest, where everyone can show off their amazing robotic creations. The deadline is in three weeks, and Ryder hasn't got the first clue as to what to make. Everything he thought about making was either already thought of by someone else or he already made it. He had been looking forward to it for so long, yet with all the missions and company management he had to do, he had no time to stop and think of something to create.
Frustrated by the whole thing, Ryder sat up, his face showing groggy frustration. He turned left to look at the time on his nightstand clock:
"2:46AM" glowed straight back at him in weak red light. Groaning, he plopped backwards down on the mattress. Great, now that he saw the time he won't be able to fall back asleep any easier.
"Maybe I should skip this year's contest," he thought to himself. Yeah, maybe that's for the best. He pulled the weighed blanket over his body again, and closed his eyes. "Let's think of something else. Pups' shenanigans... ATV tweening... Ooh Hatsune Miku..."
"Hatsune Miku... Hatsune Miku... Now why exactly her..."
Then his eyes darted open, his body snapping up in a standing position not even a second later. This is it. His Eureka moment.
"MIKU ROBOT."
Welp, guess there won't be contest skipping after all.
The peace and quiet outside the lookout tower quickly got disrupted by loud stomping and giggling. The door of the garage opened, before closing with a not-so-quiet slam. This jolted up the cockapoo and the sheperd. Considering they're the oldest members and most mature, they take any suspicious noise seriously.
Alerted but still only half-awake, Skye stumbled over to the blue pup house. "What was that?" She asked with a yawn, her magenta eyes worryingly staring up at the latter. "Sounded like the garage," Chase replied, already fully awake, "Let's go sneak up to them through the elevator." And so, he snuck up under Skye to carry her on his back, running in while she is still starting up.
The sight that awaited them in the garage was quite... interesting. Ryder was moving the ATV away while he muttered to himself excitedly, grinning ear-to-ear. Once he did, he excitely pranced back, before flinching away with with an ear-piercing screech. In turn, the pups screeched back, leaning back as if they're written in italic.
"...Why are you two awake?" Ryder recovered, a blush on his cheeks. He was caught talking to himself and acting like a high school girl with a crush. "You woke us up. Why are you awake?" Skye inquired, sitting down. Chase followed in her stead, tilting his head: "And what's with the lab coat?" "Don't worry about it," the boy replied, "I finally decided on what to make for that contest, so I just need to start up the crucial parts. Now, go to sleep, it's very late and it's not good for your growth." What a hypocrite. "Don't stay too long in here," Chase regarded as the two stood up, turning to leave as they exchanged goodnights.
"It's been two days, what is he doing?" The smoke-spotted dalmatian asked others as they all gathered in front of the garage door. The younger four listened to the noises curiously while the older two just stared in disappointment, having realized long ago that their owner did not heed their advice. Suddenly, the building noises stopped. A few seconds later, they were replaced by that familiar excited manical laughter.
Suddenly, the garage doors slowly opened up. The pups all stared up in awe, even Chase and Skye couldn't be disappointed. In front of them stood a 7ft tall woman. Blue hair, blue tie, (HIDING IN YOUR WI-FI) with magenta hairclips contrasting her mostly monotone look. Her hair reached her shins, yet it remained untangled (Miku cosplayers, be jealous). On her sleeves and skirt were all the things one would see on equalizers or DJ equipment, and her left shoulder has 01 stamped on. They couldn't believe their eyes. That japanese robot singer, head to toe, in front of them. She slowly tilted her head down, her blue eyes and soft smile staring down at them.
"Pups!" A very tired and disheveled, but very excited Ryder popped up behind her, the disappointment on the oldest ones' faces coming back. It was obivous he was dead tired, the dark eyebags, the wobbly stance, the shaky hands from all the energy drinks he consumed... "Look what I made for the contest!"
"Woah!!" Rocky's eyes sparkled. He had never seen a robot so well-made, so human-like. It was so intriguing. Marshall and Rubble's jaws were dropped, never thinking that their dear Vocaloid singer could become real. "Dude, this is so cool!!" Zuma commented. He wasn't invested in either robots or singing robot girls from Japan, but he knows an awesome thing when he sees one.
"Can we hear her sing?!" Rubble asked excitedly, his and Marshall's tails wagging uncontrollably. Ryder chuckled sheepishly, as if caught guilty. "I haven't exactly gotten around to getting accustomed to the Vocaloid system. So, until I do..."
"Arf, arf!" A robotic bark escaped Miku's lips. "Robo-dog???" The pups exclaimed in unison, not expecting that. "Yes, Robo-dog's system runs Miku," Ryder replied sheepishly as his words started getting sluggish, "And he'll keep on running it. But until I get the hang of the Vocaloid program, we'll keep on hearing Robo-dog's barking. It shouldn't take me long to... grasp it..." Ryder was soon losing stability. He then proceeded leaning to fall right on the concrete. Gasping, the pups all hurdled in front of him so he could fall on their little bodies. But instead, Miku grabbed him by his armpits. She then methodically picked him up, cradling the exhausted boy in her arms. The pups sighed in relief, before Chase let out an order. "Robo-dog- ...uhh, Miku. Take Ryder to his bed. I'll call Katie. She needs to give him a stern talking..." With another bark, Miku proceeded to walk to the elevator. Considering her legs are very long, she ate the distance up very quickly.
"Okay, but can she play the existing songs?!" Rubble asked, but he knew he won't be getting an answer this time.
The three weeks rolled by quickly, and what do you know? All the local newspaper sites online talked about the contest, and the astounding Hatsune Miku that Ryder made sure came to life. He was banned from competing again, however. Gotta give others a chance.
⬆️ Here's a very tired and sorry attempt of their victory photo. I wrote all this for two hours non-stop, straight on the posting tab. Also, here's a tiny concept doodle I made in January, but switch the 5'1" with 5'4". It's blurry because it's dark and I used the flash⬇️
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