silentniight:

Sona picks up the adorable Pomeranian and hugs him close. 'Aw, you're so adorable! Are you lost?' She pulled away to look around him. He wasn't wearing a collar. She pouted. 'We have to find your owners, hm~?'

askthemagicalmaven:

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(OH YEAH HE HAS A COLLAR. Just so specify)

The dog would squeak upon being picked up. He felt like.. 2 pounds. And so fucking tiny. WHAT WAS THIS.

His fur slightly pricked, looking at the maven in black and white (Dog vision)

He gave a shrilly bark. HE WAS NO LOST AT ALL.

askthemagicalmaven

‘My, Aren’t you a loud one?’ She smiled down at him. 'Now let’s see..’ Sona leaned forward. 'Your name is Dr- Drarven?’ She smiled, not knowing that she was reading it incorrectly. 'Hey, you know — That’s the name of my boyfri—’ Sona paused herself and looked down a bit with a sigh. She could only wish that he was her boyfriend. 'My friend.’ She scratched behind the small dog’s ear with a small smile. 'Hey! Maybe he knows who your owner is!’

Draven glanced at her. Sorta making these wide eyes just for a second at the name she almost gave him. Boyfriend?

Oh my…

Draven looked down… That was.. Kind of cute. 

Maybe he could talk about this to her another time when he was human.. Right now maybe trying to get her to say his name right will be big enough voice.

The dog barked, shaking his head at the name. How could he tell her he was god damn Draven!! Um, s a hasty plan, he jumped from her arms and began to pick stuff up in his mouth, throwing it… Yknow… His axes…

this was a shitty plan

Night

Head: Fight me fucker

Reality: “YIP YIP BARK”

Anonymous:

m!a: Draven is a tiny and cute Pomeranian dog and is stuck like that for 3 days, except if he gets /too/ mad, he morphs into a doberman, only briefly before he starts to relax and is a little Pomeranian again.

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Yes.

Send me shit you guys.

Just so some people know he can be deathly.

spirit-of-an-exile:

gloriousdraven:

 

Draven yipped upon being picked up up mid slumber. And now he was REALLY HIGH FROM THE GROUND.

‘IT’S RIVEN AHHHHH OPEN MY HOUSE’

”Bark bark bark BARKKKKKK!!”

'FucKKK’

He began to twist in her arms. Pretty wildly too.

“Ah crap!” Riven tried not to drop the dog as it wiggled around in her grasp. “Just hold still, I don’t want to drop you!” Riven knocked on the door, “Draven! You called me over here now what do you want? Draven!”

Draven nearly huffed. It was hard to show emotion as a fucking dog. He settled in a upright position in her arms. Trying to find a way to tell her who he was.

So..

Every time she said Draven..

He just barked…

This was very vague but it was a fucking start.

The pomerianian was currently sleeping at his door mat. Ever since he was turned into a little dog, he had to walk his ass all the way home.

But when he made it home..

He realized his doorknob was a few feet up.

And that he needed thumbs to open a knob.

And that he needed keys…

Ohp no bed. Door mat it is

Anonymous:

m!a: Draven is a tiny and cute Pomeranian dog and is stuck like that for 3 days, except if he gets /too/ mad, he morphs into a doberman, only briefly before he starts to relax and is a little Pomeranian again.

Yes.

Send me shit you guys.