1. The chaotic celestial offspring of BuddahVega- half divine, half disaster, all attitude. These two pint-sized demigods were sent from the heavens to test the patience of mortals and overthrow the toy aisle.
DenaroVega
A boy pup forged in a volcano made entirely of dog hair and rage. Denaro is an Aries-powered spitfire with the temperament of a caffeinated war god. Short-tempered. Loud. Constantly offended. Will fight a houseplant for looking at him wrong. Known to bark at ghosts, shadows, and his own reflection—because it “disrespected him.”
Uncle Dustin: “Denaro didn’t bite the UPS guy… ...he 'warned' him with teeth.”
ZenVega
A beautiful, untamed goddess in the shape of a girl pup. Lightning in the form of fur. Moves so fast she exists in several dimensions at once. Rebellious as hell and proud of it. Has never followed a single rule in her entire life, not even gravity. Known for her… let’s call it “aggressive intimacy” with her stuffed animals. Every plush toy in the house has trauma and stories they can’t tell.
Friend: “Is she… grinding on that unicorn again?”
Uncle Dustin: “Yeah. She named it Steve. Don’t ask.”
"Together" they are the twin storms of adorably unholy chaos. Denaro is the fire. Zen is the lightning. And BuddahVega? He’s just trying to keep the furniture alive.
DenaroVega
A boy pup forged in a volcano made entirely of dog hair and rage. Denaro is an Aries-powered spitfire with the temperament of a caffeinated war god. Short-tempered. Loud. Constantly offended. Will fight a houseplant for looking at him wrong. Known to bark at ghosts, shadows, and his own reflection—because it “disrespected him.”
Uncle Dustin: “Denaro didn’t bite the UPS guy… ...he 'warned' him with teeth.”
ZenVega
A beautiful, untamed goddess in the shape of a girl pup. Lightning in the form of fur. Moves so fast she exists in several dimensions at once. Rebellious as hell and proud of it. Has never followed a single rule in her entire life, not even gravity. Known for her… let’s call it “aggressive intimacy” with her stuffed animals. Every plush toy in the house has trauma and stories they can’t tell.
Friend: “Is she… grinding on that unicorn again?”
Uncle Dustin: “Yeah. She named it Steve. Don’t ask.”
"Together" they are the twin storms of adorably unholy chaos. Denaro is the fire. Zen is the lightning. And BuddahVega? He’s just trying to keep the furniture alive.
Those kids tonight were as wild as BuddahVega's twins, I hope it does not rub off on the other kids at their school.
by StewPididy June 26, 2025