#goodbye runts

[saetoru]

and before i part with you all once again i wanted to share that i have for the first time (and perhaps last time) 36 starred abyss

#that is all #goodbye runts #i miss you all 🫡 #well sort of #i do miss you guys as a whole bc i did enjoy u all #but now that i’ve gotten out of the habit of using tumblr and of writing #honestly i have a lot of free time that i enjoy in ways more meaningful to me so that’s nice #tumblr was a nice era but now i’m in my corporate girlie era #actually corporate girlie era might be life throwing bricks at me #we will see #corporate wasn’t made for desi hijabi women lol </3 #N E WAYZ #pls drink the waters and be the safes and all that jazz #and rmr that my al haitham build SLAYS <3 #xoxo ur fav al haitham main <3 #slash neuvillette main #slash MIKOOOOO main altho she’s not meant to be a main dps but i MAKE her a main dps bc i know what my gf is capable of #she deserves to shine

[doggirlviscera]

also zeke is doing okay. he has to stay on fluids all week and we’re gonna go see him tomorrow but hes eating and moving again and my grandparents have a plan on what to do so he'll be okay if the hospital thing goes well

#my mama says this is probably the last year we’ll have with him #yorkies live like 12 - 15 years on average and hes around 16 hes lived a while #especially with him being a runt with health problems #and hes lived a really good life. but im like #im not ready to say goodbye to him #he isnt like owned by me but zeke is like. /my/ dog. my grandparents always said that im his favorite person and we have a special bond #which is true. and hes the last family dog that we grew up with left aside from my uncle’s dog #im not ready to say goodbye to him at all. im really not. and so close to my fucking birthday too

[artiststarme]

Part 1 of a new thing I’m working on. It only gets juicier from here! I hope you guys enjoy it and if you have any name ideas, please send them my way.

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Steve was confused most of the time, everyone knew it. Especially since his run-ins with the Upside Down, he never had any idea what was happening. From not sensing the obvious when everyone else grabbed a flashlight to missing blatant social cues, it wasn’t unusual for something to go over his head. And yet, sitting on the little Byers’ floor of his bedroom while Will paced around in front of him, ranting to the air, was the most befuddled Steve had ever been.

Of all of the kids, Steve was never very close to Will. He was the shyest of all the kids and he didn’t seem to need an older role model like Dustin or Max did. He already had Jonathan and his mom, two people that would risk their lives to save him so he never really needed Steve. Don’t get him wrong, Steve loved the kid. He just didn’t have a bond with him the same way he did with the other kids. Nonetheless, when Will asked him for a quick word as Mrs. Byers spoke to El and Jonathan said his goodbyes to Nancy, Steve followed him to his bare room without complaint. He didn’t know what he expected, maybe some advice about girls or hobbies or maybe just Will asking him to look out for the other kids. Something expected, something mundane. But that’s not what Steve received.

Will stopped stalking back and forth, took a deep breath and said, “I’m gay.”

He cringed as he said the words, immediately losing his confidence and breaking eye contact with Steve. And Steve just blinked.

“Okay… Is that all?”

He didn’t really know how to answer that. It didn’t really matter to him if Will liked other dudes and it certainly didn’t change the way he saw the kid. It was still confusing that Will was choosing to tell HIM of all people, he had no idea what about him made everyone want to come out to him with Will being the second person to do so in as many days. But regardless, there was nothing that the kids could do that would make Steve turn on him.

It may not have been the most tactful way of voicing his acceptance but Will felt a weight lifted despite it. He knelt down to give a thankful hug to Steve who returned his hug awkwardly.

“Thanks Steve, I knew out of everyone that you would understand.” Steve was about to ask why he of all people would understand but Will continued, “No one else knows yet, not even Mike and uh… I really like him, Steve.”

All thoughts left Steve’s mind as he automatically started insulting Will’s taste. “Mike? Mike Wheeler? What the hell, dude. I have no problem with you liking guys but Mike? Jesus Christ, he’s like the worst person you could choose. His attitude sucks, he’s got beady little eyes full of anger, and he’s kind of a douche.”

Will looked stuck somewhere between amused and offended. “But… he’s my best friend? He’s always been there and I, I think I love him a little bit. What do I do?”

Steve sighed and put a heavy hand on his shoulder, his bruised face grimacing in sympathy. “You’re young so you have plenty of time to fall for other guys. Move on. Trust me, you do not want to date a Wheeler. Especially Mike. My god, kid, have a little taste. I can understand Nancy but Mike? No way.”

“But, but you’re sure you’re okay with me… being gay. I like boys, not girls,” Will prodded.

“I know what it means, Byers. It doesn’t change anything. Liking boys doesn’t make you any different and you’re still another one of the runts to me, alright?” He ducked his head to meet Will’s eyes and only when he nodded did he put space between him. “Good. You have nothing to worry about when it comes to me. I’ll always be here if you need me.”

“Can I call you? After we move to California?” Will asked with trepidation.

“Hell yeah, I’ll be around. You can call me, El can call me, hell even Jonathan can call me if he wants.”

That last part got him a weird look in response. “... you want Jonathan to call you?”

“I mean, sure, if he wants to. He probably won’t because I’m no Nancy and we’re not really friends but it would be nice to have people calling,” Steve shrugged and ignored Will’s look of appall.

“I thought you wouldn’t like Jonathan because he stole your girlfriend.”

He frowned, “nah, there were other things wrong between Nance and I long before your brother came around. He’s pretty cool and he’s got an awesome little brother too, what’s not to like?”

Will smiled and they sat in silence for a few moments before Steve cleared his throat, said his last goodbyes, and made his way home. He slunk back to bed to sleep off the oncoming migraine and pain in his beaten face. Steve didn’t think much more about Will’s admission or their emotional conversation. Instead, he focused on the warm feeling in his chest that came with two people trusting him enough to be honest to him, to be themselves without fear around him. Robin and Will were the first people who trusted him with something important beyond reputation or popularity. It made him feel like he was finally doing something right, like he had finally moved past all of the King Steve bullshit and he’d never felt better about it.

#this is probably going to be like 3 or 4 parts #it’s been in my notes for ages #stranger things #fanfic #eventual steddie #steve harrington #robin buckley #will byers #byler

[muneca-lemon-steppa]

A Brother for Cyril

Alfie Solomons x Wife!Reader, fluff

733 words; Alfie is tricked into getting you a new dog...and it's all Thomas Shelby's fault.

Warnings: Swearing.

“Now Tommy… what the hell is that?”

“It’s a dog Alfie. A very sweet dog that you will love.”

“You silly boy that is not a dog. That thing is a rat. Cyril, now that’s a dog yeah? That thing is smaller than my boot, and I can’t even see it’s rat face. There’s nothing there. It’s a ball of hair.”

“Well it is a puppy Alfie. And it isn’t a rat, they call it a shi tzu. All the finest ladies have one.”

“...Are you trying to tell me something Tommy?”

Tommy Shelby rolled his eyes, “I’m trying to give you the dog. Lizzie refused to take it and Polly doesn’t want animals in the house. So I thought, ‘Hey. Mrs. Solomons is a beautiful woman, and Alfie could probably use help spoiling his wife.’ You’re welcome Alfie.” 

Alfie leaned forward, with an accusing finger twitching at Tommy, “Listen to me yeah? Don’t talk about my wife, in fact don’t even think about Mrs. Solomons alright? That woman is an angel, and there is nothing holy that goes around that twisted little mind of yours. Now, regarding the… thing. I can assure you that Mrs. Solomons will not want -”

“What won’t I want darling?”

Both men have their heads snap to you in the doorway, with a soft smile on your lips, and a curious twinkle in your eye. Alfie quickly looked at the clock, 2 p.m, he should have been home an hour ago for lunch with you. Despite Alfie’s insistence that you don’t come to the office on weekends, even when he was here, he knew that you would always disobey to come fetch him. Before Alfie could say anything to you about going back home with Ollie, Thomas Shelby beat him to the punch, “Alfie was just saying how you will not ever want to be parted with this… adorable little animal.” Thomas held up the small ball of fur, as little whimpers began to emanate from the puppy. 

“Oh my goodness Alfie you shouldn’t have! Oh darling he is precious! What a sweet precious baby! Oh now Cyril will have a little brother won’t he! Alfie you spoil me so, thank you so much darling!” You immediately took the little dog into your arms, pressing kisses to the top of it’s head, and the dog nuzzled its small face into your chest, soon falling into comfortable sleep. 

Alfie stared at you, mouth agape. For someone who could be so vicious with her words when the occasion called for it, you really babied the animals you came across. You walked behind the desk to kiss Alfie tenderly, “I was so upset that you didn’t come home for lunch, I’m so sorry my love, I didn’t realize that you were picking up such a darling little thing.”

As you kissed his cheek, Thomas Shelby smirked in the face of Alfie’s scowl. Once again, Thomas Shelby had manipulated the situation to his benefit, and now Alfie was left with this… dog. A happy wife too.. But also another dog that Cyril could eat. But how could he say no to you when you were so incandessently happy and kissing him the way you were? “That’s right my darling I was bringing you a gift, and you are most right, Cyril does need a brother to look after, earn his keep yeah? Now my dear, what do you think you’re going to name him?”

“Hmmm, he does look like a Bartholomew to me. And we can call him Barty for short.” 

Thomas began to cover his mouth to smother his laughter, a ridiculous name for such a runt. But Alfie just scowled at him, if you gave the name it was perfect, “A wonderful name treacle. Now let’s get home and introduce the boys to each other yeah? Tommy? Get the fuck out, I’m taking my wife home. Ollie!? Get the car we’re going home.” 

As Alfie wrapped his arm around you to lead you out with him, you turned your head to look over Alfie’s shoulder at Tommy, “Goodbye Mr. Shelby! See you soon! Give your Aunt Polly my love.”

Tommy tipped his hat with a smile, “Goodbye Mrs. Solomons, a pleasure as always. Enjoy Barty. See you Monday Alfie.”

Alfie just grunted and pulled you closer, wanting to get away from the thorn in his side. 

#alfie solomons x reader #alfie solomons x you #alfie solomons x y/n #alfie solomons #peaky blinders #peaky blinder fanfic

[lunarw0rks]

okay but Graves is a total cat dad- he blames it on the fact that they remind him of you- he even calls you kitten as a nickname sometimes 😭💕 he just loves being a provider and even though cats seem independent- they truly do need him which makes him all proud and strong and macho feeling 😖

kitten but not in a discord mod way. in his beekeeping age, dilf, lana del rey kinda way :_)

probably only hates cats because his grandparents were farmers, so cats weren't viewed as pets, just a creature to get rid of pests and stay in the barn. but once the kittens have been nursed to health, once you two say goodbye to some of them, he's sad.

sure, you kept your favorite or the runt, but he wanted them all :(( biggest cat dad ever. im never going to give up on the catdad!graves agenda.

#not writing #rachel speaks #phillip graves #phillip graves x reader #graves headcanons #shadow company #141 task force #141 headcanons #cod headcanons #mw2 headcanons #mw2 #call of duty #task force 141 #mw2 fanfic #task force 141 x reader #philip graves x reader #phillip graves x you #graves x you #graves x reader

[kunshokunsho]

ninjago OC !

been seeing a lot of dad! jay so i wanted to share my take on it :) lore is under the cut !!

TW abuse ! ALSO i am no means a writer and i’m definitely illiterate and this is my first time ever writing my ocs lore down (usually i keep it in my brain) so i hope it’s easy to understand 🥲 anywho

Ino is from the kingdom of wildness and is an oni. in oni cultural the runt of the litter is used to do all their dirty work, Ino being the weakest and youngest of his ‘family’ is abused, and treated like a slave.

when jay finds him he is malnourished and neglected, his hair is long and tangled, he has bruises and cuts on his face and old unclean bandages wrapped around his body. The oni have no use for ino, despite him doing all the chores around his house so jay buys him off of them.

it basically goes like this lol

jay- how much for the kid.

oni - ?????? bruh idk like 3 bucks

jay- k. *takes ino and leaves*

after the merge,Jay had taken refuge on a small inhabited island with a few other people from ninjago, they create a village, and are living quite nicely despite them living in a new world. Jay takes Ino to his home and get him cleaned up, but not a single time had ino said a word to jay, did they speak the same language? had he been so scared that he wouldn’t say anything? well it was both. Ino is in-fact, scared and can only speak the old tongue of the oni. Never in his life had he meet a human before, well besides that one fiery girl with red hair, who’s dragon attempted to eat him. but he didn’t count her, she was…. interesting. He did not speak their human language and he looked so different from him so why did the man in blue take him in? but that didn’t matter anymore, Jay had washed him up, gave him fresh clothing, cut his overgrown hair and nails as well as give him a name, a home, and most importantly, a family.

time skip a few years (it can vary depending on how long you think the merge timeskip was)

as time goes by jay teaches ino how to fight and how to maintain his oni powers, along the line he learns spinjitzu. a few years later when jay is corrupted by the kingdom of madness, he loses his memories and joins the administration, unknowingly jay passes his elemental power down to ino as way of saying goodbye.

and that’s kinda what i have lolz, somewhere along the line sora and arin see him doing spinjitzu and are like WOAHHH join our ninja team!!! but he doesn’t cause he’s awkward and wants to keep the jay situation a secret.

some facts! ~~

- ino is quite smart and it did not take him long to learn the ninjago language

- Despite being oni he mostly stays in his human form for fear of being judge

- i draw him with horns, but he canonically doesn’t have them unless his emotions get the best of him and struggles to keep his human appearance

- when he was younger jay had told him many stories about lloyd and wu as his way of saying “well not all oni are bad”, he even mentions mystake but leaves the part of him being drugged by her(season 8)

- jay had given him the name Ino, he saw somewhere that it meant storm and was like COOL but he wasnt aware that it also meant bad

- when ino talks about jay he refers to him as his father or dad, but never actually calls him that (jay has no problem referring to ino as his son)

- before the merge, when ino was younger, he used to play with wildfyre and even prank the lava-tides together, but their friendship didn’t last very long due to the onis and dragons hating eachother ( heatwave wouldn’t let wildfyre play)

- ino meets arin sora and wildfyre in a random village, they get to know each other but later that night the village is attacked by a strange monster. ino loses control of himself when he sees his new friends get hurt and loses control of his oni self.

#kunshoart #dad jay au #lego ninjago #ninjago #ninjago dragons rising #ninjago jay #suit jay #ninjago ino #cringe not me tagging my oc #oc art #oc #ninjago wildfyre #kunsho #kunsho oc

[spahhzy]

"Goodbye Pyrrha"

Jaune watched as the twisted Grimm form of his old partner dissolved into nothing but ash remnant of peace were on her pale white face as Jaune just looked on injured and spent.

Staking his sword into the ground, Jaune began to cough up blood as he tried to remain upright, but the pain was intense, and he struggled to stay balanced and eventually his weight be came to much for him to support with just the one arm and he began falling forward his vision making eye contact with the floor and Jaune scrunched his eyes closed ready to take the fall.

...

But nothing came.

Jaune slowly opened his eyes to see him still remaining upright tilting his head down he caught sight of a concerned pair of lovely pink and brown eyes.

Jaune let out a chuckle.

"Hey Neo..." He said as Neo looked at him with a tired smile.

"Did you..." He trailed off, and Neo nodded. She had finished her fight against a Grimm version of Roman.

"I'm sorry you had to fight him like that..." He said, looking closely at her she had scrapes and some deep gashes.

Neo just nuzzled herself a little more into his side as they limped over to a wall.

"Where's your hat?" Jaune asked as he put his back against the wall as Neo just made sure he didn't fall down.

Neo looked down, and Jaune could only guess that it got destroyed somewhere in her fight with Roman.

"Hey, I'm sure Roman didn't want to fight, the same way I know Pyrrha didn't...he would rather that hat be destroyed than you" He told her a smile on his chapped lips as Neo let out a silent giggle as Jaune patted to the side next to him.

"Come on, I'll speed up your aura as well as mine," He said as he sat down and held out his hand to her.

Neo took it but was cautious as she didn't want Jaune to over-exert himself. Soon, Jaune got to work, and most of the bad injuries had begun to heal.

Neo now took to sitting next to Jaune and leaning her head on his shoulder as he continued to heal them both up.

"Hey Neo...what do you wanna do when all this is over?" He asked, and Neo just jerked her head up and looked at him with an eyebrow before shrugging her shoulders. She wasn't sure what to do after all this was done.

"Come with me." He said to her, and she looked at him tilting her head.

"Let's rebuild our home. Vale." He told her, looking out into the horizon.

"And then once our home is rebuilt...let's travel remnant, together." He told her as he looked at her with a smile, which caused Neo to look away and blush, but a small smile was on her face, and Jaune could tell that Neo was happy as she nodded her head.

"Cool! Uh...wow, I didn't think I honestly get that mmph-" The poor lad was cut short as Neo shut him up with a small kiss before breaking away and giving him a playful 'pip' on the nose with her weapon.

Jaune looked stunned, but that stunned looked soon turned into an even bigger smile, and almost like he was renewed, Jaune lurched up from his spot, much to Neo's joy, as Jaune offered her his hand and helped her up.

Suddenly, an explosion came from a little distance away as Jaune looked to Neo.

"We'll partner, what do you say we go check the damage...and then cause some more?" Jaune said, shrugging his shoulders a bit as Neo nodded her head rapidly, that scary smile flashing before him as she twirled hush around with new vigor.

As the two stepped hand in hand towards the next battle, they both felt themselves be shoved slightly, and they both caught themselves in time as they both looked back to see nothing, looking back at each other they shrugged and continued on their way.

.

"Think they'll be okay?" Asked the spirit of Pyrrha as Roman chuckled.

"You know, Superstar, I think they'll be just fine," Roman told as they both watched their old partners walk away to an uncertain future and while normally hearing that from Roman Torchwick of all people would have filled her with dread...

She honestly believed him.

"Now come on Invincible runt, time to go," He told her, and Pyrrha looked at Jaune and Neo one more time, focusing on Jaune, who was smiling naturally as Neo gave him her famous mischievous smirk, causing Pyrrha to smile as her worries melted away and finally she vanished complete from this world.

Jaune was in good hands.

#rwby jaune arc #neopolitian (rwby) #rwby silent knight #rwby pyrrha #roman torchwick

[warrior-cats-rewritten]

Hey. Semi-Serious post here. I'm gonna be quite frank, this is about the death of a real animal. My animal.

The one I made the dedication of WCR!Into The Wild for. Because the wounds are still so raw that I can barely get through typing this very sentence without feeling choked up. So... If this post isn't for you, enjoy the first cat picture, the rest will be under the cut.

Meet Cleo.

She was my best friend. I moved into her home when I was a child, and her being there got me through the ensuing abusive situation I'd found myself in. I quickly became her favorite person. She was always there for me, and I was always there for her. I read Warriors books to her.

I met someone online that I fell in love with, and planned to have them move here. I worried about Cleo, who was now getting on in her years, but still healthy and strong.

I was granted full, effective ownership of her, since she was never really registered with a breeder. An oopsie, runt of the litter kitten of a genuine bred Maine Coon, unknown father.

Plan fell through, immigrating to Canada is difficult and the economy was about to fall apart. So I made the choice to move to the UK.

I was then informed that I could not take Cleo with me, they said she was too old, and that the plane ride would be too much for her. She was roughly 14/15 years old and, again, healthy. This next part is hard to write.

I spent every day after that, for a year, spending as much time as she wanted with me. She got every cuddle and snuggle she wanted.

I still remember that last time I ever saw her, the night I left the country. I held her like a baby, because she liked that. I remember what the back of her neck smelled like (warm chocolate). I rubbed her belly, and whispered to her that I loved her, and promised to come back again and see her. Then I placed her on her favorite spot on the back of the chair, and left.

I got regular updates from my mom about her, but something was clear. When I was on the phone, I was not to call out to her, because when I did, it made her search the whole house, meowing and calling out for me, looking for me. The dogs never did that, just Cleo.

4 months away from home, she started peeing in... Odd places. Visible places. Like... Middle of the living room and on bathroom rug.

Mind you, she used to do that in front of her litter box as a protest when it wasn't clean enough for her liking. But... Not like that.

Other than that, normal behavior.

Then, about 6 months in, she started being weird with food. Still demanded it, of course, but... Wouldn't eat it. Mind you, there were times when she really was just happy to have the wet food there... And then go off and eat her kibble as if she hadn't just acted like she would die without her wet food. Typical, right?

After a week straight, and not much kibble eaten, it... Was concerning. I offered my mom to cover the cost of any medical bills she would need, but was told to not be 'ridiculous', that she was too old. That she didn't need a vet, that nothing would help.

7 months in. July 7th, 2023. Ordinary day, kinda fun, sunny out, a relaxing day where I wasn't looking at my phone much. My partner gets a text from my mom asking if I am around. I get a call from my mom.

She hadn't eaten in days. She wasn't in her box anymore. She was barely drinking. All her chub was gone, leaving my poor girl at only 5 pounds. A fraction of her weight.

My mom was not calling me to say goodbye. Goodbye had already been said. And I wasn't there.

I asked if my mom could bury her, so at the very least I could have something to visit when I got home.

To get Cleo's body back, it would have cost 200 dollars. She would be cremated, and her ashes not given back either. Gone.

The older woman next to me later said she had never, in all her years, heard a person wail and scream the way I had. I barely remember it, or anything after that. The grief is so bad that I feel chest pains, and my throat will close, I could cry myself hoarse still, just from thinking about her.

On one hand I don't want to feel this way anymore. On the other I feel horrific guilt about that, about wanting to "move on". I hate that term, it needs something new. Moving on isn't forgetting about them, it just means it doesn't hurt as badly anymore, but... What does THAT mean?

Below is the very last picture I have of her.

I'm sorry, Cleo. I'm sorry I couldn't help you. I sorry I wasn't there for you. I'm sorry I broke my promise. And I'm sorry I wasn't there to say goodbye.

I'll never forget you. I'll never love you any less.

It'll be hard to visit home without you in it.

If you read this post, thanks for listening. I'm really struggling with grief processing, even though it's been almost a year. 208 days as of today. She isn't the first I've lost, she won't be the last, but WCR is partially dedicated to her.

I hope you like the pictures of her, knowing how vain she was I'm sure she would enjoy me showing them off.

Bye guys.

#pet loss #pet death #cleo #tw grief #dealing with grief #not doing it well

[whumpshaped]

At My Beck and Call (2, Electric Boogaloo)

second part to the AMBAC masterlist ! chronologically it starts when beck is turned :) here's the first part

latest updates:

marked (#72)

pigs (#71)

crucifix (#70)

cold (#69)

saved (#68)

the list is in chronological order. the numbers signal writing order.

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fresh blood (#45)

change (#46)

spring cleaning (#47)

loss (#48)

runt (#49)

cold (#69)

hungry (#63)

same old (#53)

goodbye (#55)

sunshine (#60)

self-defence (#58)

wishful thinking (#62)

fang pulling (#59)

bitch (#66)

pigs (#71)

saved (#68)

some AUs and other things:

vampire hunter beck

prequel vampire hunter helle part two part three

jude one more jude

~

taglist: @whumpsday @the-scrapegoat @hidden-dreamland @delicateprincepaper @whumppmuhw @florissimps @nicolepascaline @oliversrarebooks @thecyrulik @pirefyrelight @there-will-always-be-blood @pigeonwhumps @echo-goes-mmm @whumpycries @morning-star-whump @d-cs @watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees @tauntedoctopuses @blueyellow8green @typewrittenfangs @whumpsoda @steh-lar-uh-nuhs @auroragehenna @whumpedydump @littlespacecastle @silly-scroimblo-skrunkl

#masterlist #at my beck and call

[luxthestrange]

RoR Incorrect quotes#13 The Tension

Y/n: Are you crazy? I saved your life! *Has his weapon and hands it to him*

Lu bu: Oh, I would've been fine. I always am

Y/n:...Right... So ungrateful... It's just typical*Growls under breath as they walk away*

Lu bu: And you chipped the paint at our field! Right here, look at it. That's more than a little scratch!? *Shows off his halberd*

They grunt leaving to head to their room, then closing the doors, His army then snorts and looks at Lu bu with disappointment even Wu Qiong and Randgriz, Red Hare shake their heads

Lu bu: The horse, That valkyrie, and those men and th-th-that runt! *knocking at the door, then looking at the men and Randgriz, who still glare at him with arms crossed then he continues knocking*

Y/n: What?!*Opens the door and snaps at him*

Lu bu: Thank you!

Y/n: You're welcome!

Lu bu: No problem!

Y/n: Don't worry about it!

Lu bu: I won't!

Y/n: Good!

Lu bu: Goodbye!

Y/n: Bye to you! *closing the door at his face*

Lu bu then he huffs, then his army men murmur while walking away, then parting ways happy that he made peace with the odd fighter(?)

Lu bu: You happy now?*Glaring at Randgriz and Red Hare*

#record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #ror #snv #record of ragnarok x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #ror lu bu #snv lu bu #ror lu bu x reader #snv lu bu x reader #ror randgriz #snv randgriz #chaotic y/n #they ship it #ror red hare #snv red hare #ror incorrect quotes #snv incorrect quotes

[istadris]

Missing Half AU: Stolen Puppy Adopts Mr L

[ @elitadream you're to blame for this one :p ]

While his main beef is with Mr L, Bowser will never forgive, forget or not mention to anyone listening how this wretched sawbones of a Dr Mario stole a Chain Chomplet from Junior! Can you believe it? Stealing a kid’s pet?! And he claims himself to be a good guy! Has he got no shame??!

Every time someone brings this up with Dr Mario, he just rolls his eyes in annoyance. Because when Bowser tells that story, he conveniently leaves out the fact that said Chain Chomplet was horribly mistreated, barely fed and used as a toy by a spoiled brat who couldn’t be bothered to look properly after a pet. During an incursion in one of Bowser’s castles, Dr Mario came across the poor thing as it was beaten by Junior and left outside without food despite being wounded.

So, maybe, as he left the castle, he grabbed the runt under his arm and ran. He didn’t actually intend to steal it, just to treat his wound and make sure it wouldn’t die from a rusted chain link. But things happened (meaning Mr L blew up most of the castle) and once they got home, Dr Mario was in no hurry to return the Chomplet to its terrible owner.

He certainly didn’t intend to keep it, either. He’s not an animal person; he likes them fine, but only as long as he doesn’t have to take care of them on the long term. He only intended to nurse it back to full health before giving it away to someone who could care properly for it.

Except the Chomplet started to follow Mr L around. And at first Mr L complained loudly about how it was loud, annoying, stealing his tools and forcing L to chase him around. A dumb pest, a loud beast, won’t that thing leave me alone?

Dr Mario then hurried to find someone to take the Chomplet…but he came home one day and found Mr L asleep on the couch with the Chomplet curled on him, half crushing L. He also noticed how much time his “brother” spent with what he claimed to be a nuisance. And when a Koopa neighbour offered to take it in, Mr L got very depressed. Refused to say it goodbye and locked himself into his workshop. The Chomplet also whined the whole way to its supposed new home.

To the point that, after apologising to that kind Koopa, Dr Mario took it back home.

Mr L cried. A lot. He will deny it to his deathbed and will shoot you if you try to insist otherwise.

He will also never stops finding hilarious that Dr Mario is officially a Puppy Thief in the Darklands.

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Bonus : @snowyfrostshadows perfectly summed up how Mr L feels about the little bugger.

Any name suggestions for the lil Chain Chomplet are welcome !

#super mario bros #missing half au #dr mario #mr l #Ista writes #miscellaneous mario madness

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Relationships: None

Word Count: 1,345

Summary: Lord Lunar gets kidnapped and Servant Eclipse realizes he does, actually, care about his brother.

Warnings: Kidnapping, Chronic Pain, Broken Bones, Mental Breakdown, Panic Attack, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, let me know if I should add anything else.

Notes: @madcatdaderpydrawer-blog made me do it. They invoked the writing Gollum.

That’s MINE!

Now that Lunar was meditating, Eclipse sighed, letting up on the facade. Pretending was difficult, especially calling that little runt his ‘Master’, but it ensured his survival and that Lunar wouldn’t simply kill him.

He sat down, standing at Lunar’s aid constantly made his back ache and throb with overuse. His knees creaked by now like some old man when he did so and his hip joints popped to release pressure now that they were relaxing.

God, he was turning into an old man. Has this millennia truly changed him this much into a fragile old animatronic? Or had it been the star having effects on him? He had been close when the star summoned the Wither Storm. Maybe the Wither Storm had effect on him.

Amidst his own struggles, Eclipse let his careful guard fall. He didn’t know someone was there until he heard Lunar scream. He was up as quickly as he could get himself moving, nearly tripping over himself to get there and collapsing at the door as he opened it.

His Lord was held by his throat at the hands of another Eclipse, a far darker one. One who was in a more robotic body. The one little Gregory had described vaguely. And now he had his Lunar by the neck.

“Tell him goodbye, Lunar.” The double taunted.

“Never.” Lunar growled. The other Eclipse pulled Lunar by his neck and shoved his faceplate to look at Eclipse.

“Say it!” He demanded.

“Guard the dimension, Apollo.” He knew that. He knew that fake name. Apollo was a fake name, the entire sentence was fake. It was a code Lunar had drilled into his fake non-sentience as a code for danger and to go with the situation. It brought him as much rage as having it drilled into him had been.

But the Eclipse dragged off his Lunar before he could stop them. He looked to the star his Lord left behind. It was his only chance. He needed his Lord back. He grabbed the star and felt it burn. Their star was unstable after the Wither Storm, painful to use for anyone but Lunar. It was a miracle it hadn’t wiped him last time.

With a painful flash and much more screaming at the pain of it, Eclipse stood glowing, gasping at the sudden lack of pain and his body was piloting itself without him. He moved his hand to open a portal and saw a ball pit as he stepped through, an unfamiliar environment where the double was holding tight to his little brother’s neck and two other animatronics were surrounding them.

Eclipse pushed past the other two animatronics and grabbed the other Eclipse’s wrist, squeezing tightly and hearing it snap and break. The scream he gave was gratifying and annoying at the same time.

“Don’t touch my brother!” Eclipse heard his voice as a thousand echoes, the power of the star, he as the star.

“Aph!” Lunar held his arm, his given name, Aphelion, a tell to get him calm.

“And what will you do!?” The other Eclipse screamed. Aphelion grabbed the Eclipse by the neck.

“I will rip every circuit you have and wipe you from existence. Every backup. Every code. Every line. And I will make it hurt every single step of the way.”

“You don’t have the guts. If I wouldn’t, you wouldn’t.”

“You miscalculated. I love my brother and you hurt him, you scared him. Feel that burn? That’s all your backups deleting themselves.” Aphelion growled in his face. The other was cringing with pain now, which slowly descended into him nearly crying and choking his pain back with the burn.

“Apologize and I stop.” He directed the other Eclipse’s face to Lunar and, eventually the burning of the deletion got to hurt too much, outrightly crying and nearly screaming from the pain in his processors.

“I’m sorry!” The other broke with practically a scream. Aphelion halted the deletion and smiled.

“Do you accept, Peri?” Aphelion asked. That cutesy little nickname his Lunar gave himself so long ago of that long ago renaming to Perihelion. It calmed his brother greatly to hear such an endearment, he could see the tension melt from his stressed form.

“I do, thank you, Aphy.” Perihelion thanked him.

“You may live. But you will never hurt my brother again.” Aphelion growled as he dropped the other and Eclipse simply crumpled to the ground, shaking.

“Thank you. Thank you.” In all honesty, it felt empty to see this Eclipse practically praying his thanks at his feet. He thought it would give him such wonderful joy but it just felt…empty.

“Get up, wipe your face.” He directed him and he did so, his hands wiping the oily tears off his face from the pain of the backup deletion and the fear he’d induced. He was shaking and still hiccuping, like he wasn’t able to use his artificial lungs.

“Deep breath.” He instructed.

“I can’t. I can’t breathe.” So he was having a panic attack. He himself had had them before, still had them even. It seemed he’d finally broken past the facade this Eclipse put up and finally cracked him enough to make him show an emotion like his brother had long ago.

“Come here.” He pulled him into his own shoulder and felt him grasp on tightly with those claws of his digging into his casing, making scratches he could fix later. The sob he let out was a bit startling but he rubbed his back regardless.

“You’re safe, you did exactly as I asked. You’re safe now, you’re loved.” The same assurances he’d given himself after his own last panic attack. And they worked wonders upon this Eclipse, settling him and the touch let him relax in his arms.

“Okay, what happened here?” A solar model asked.

“You look pretty neat!” The lunar model exclaimed at Lunar.

“Thank you. Your Eclipse attempted to kidnap me. From what it seems like, my brother touched my Star again to try to save me and now he is my Star. Also your Eclipse had a panic attack like my brother has sometimes.” Perihelion told them.

“Are you okay, brother?” Aphelion asked.

“I’m okay, just a little startled.” Perihelion assured him.

“What’s your names, probably Lunar and Eclipse?” The solar model asked.

“When we travel, which isn’t often, my name is Perihelion, or Peri, and his is Aphelion, or Aph.” Lunar explained.

“Well, we’re Sun and Moon. We’re sorry for what happened with our Eclipse. He has been going completely rogue lately now that he has our universe’s star.” Sun explained.

“I wouldn’t worry about him anymore. If there’s one thing Aph can deal with well, it’s Eclipses. He broke the shell, I doubt he’ll be an issue anymore. If you want, we can take him with us when we leave. Give you a break for a bit to fix everything.” Peri offered.

“Thank you. When will you leave?” Sun asked.

“Given my brother looks tired, probably after he rests. He’s our way back after all.” Peri gestured to Aph, who did indeed feel a bit tired and he assumed his dimming glow was a tell now.

“Stay as long as you want.” Sun offered.

“Thank you. You’re kind. If you ever want to visit us, the door will always be open.“ Peri assured Sun.

“Family cuddles?” Moon asked.

“Only if they want to. Go ahead and ask, Moon.” Sun told his brother.

“Can we cuddle!?” Moon excitedly asked.

“Of course. Cuddles must be better with more than two people.” Peri smiled, coming to hold Aph’s hand to lead him after Sun and Moon, leading them to a bed they could rest in with their Eclipse in his arm still, nearly asleep against him from his sudden emotional outburst.

The bed felt almost heavenly under him as did the bodies against him, Eclipse buried in his arms and Perihelion against Eclipse’s back Aph’s arm around the both of them. Sun and Moon were on either side of them, everyone going into rest mode or recharging.

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #sun and moon show #sams #fnaf servant eclipse #fnaf aphelion #lord lunar #fnaf perihelion #fnaf eclipse #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #snoweywrites #tw kidnapping mention #tw chronic pain mention #tw broken bone mention #tw mental breakdown mention #tw panic attack mention #tw angst mention

[deathmetalunicorn1]

What if Jack,Hercules, Hermes, Thor, Hlokk, and any other characters you want got sucked through a portal and meet there au dog counterparts and there owner who is a single mom and her daughters one is in her teens and the other is a toddler who just learned how to walk steady on her feet.

•Dog Jack and dog Hercules like to walk the older daughter to and from the bus stop, they live on a farm in the country so the bus stop (which is basically a tree with a bench underneath it) is a long,long way from the house.

•Dog Jack has his own puppy a little female who is the runt of the litter. His owner breed him with a Great Dane female who belonged to an acquaintance and then when the pups were sold they went there separate ways. All the other puppies got sold but they let Jack keep this one since they became so attached to each other,Hlokk is pretty much her big sister (or should I say small sister, even a runt from a half Great Dane litter would be kinda tall.).

•Hlokk can tell it’s them cuz of her keen nose,Jack made a comment in an extra chapter that she has a keen nose. And if that wasn’t enough to convince them the dogs even have the same names as them and look exactly like them lol.

•Each dog has there own role to play on the farm like for example:

•guarding the house and the barn at night.

•rounding up the hens if they get loose.

•chasing foxes and or raccoons out of the hen house.

•herding the sheep.

•keeping predators like wolves and cougars out of the horse corral and barn.

•making sure the cats doing it’s job as pest control eating rats,mice,snakes,etc

.•babysitting (yes Jack and or Hercules babysit BOTH daughters even if the older says she doesn’t need it. They know she likes the company.).

•being escorts for the girls is one of them (a self assigned role) they both get a hug a kiss and an I love you before she says goodbye and gets on the bus and when she gets of the bus.

This was fun, but reading your posts on the dogs to use, I couldn't help but wonder what a Soft Coated Wheaten Terrier and a Great Dane mutt would look like. Great Danes are short, coated breeds, so I'm curious if it would have longer fur or not. Great thinking question and an interesting idea for a post. Thank you.

-It started with an accident, a magic spell gone wrong, spiriting away 2 gods, 2 demi-gods, and 1 human, dropping them in front of a large farmhouse.

-A young teen girl had been on the porch, and she ran inside, calling for her mother who quickly ran out, the teen holding a toddler in her arms, peeking out from behind her mother.

-The magic seal that brought them to you was still glowing as you put your hands on your hips, eyes narrowing, “What magic brought you here?”

-Hermes and Thor were a bit surprised you knew about magic, as you were a human, but Hermes was the one to speak, “A magic spell gone wrong. We overestimated the power needed to teleport across Valhalla and wound up here. How is it that you know of magic?”

-You smiled, almost mysteriously, “It’s not the first time I’ve had guests like you lot.”

-Loud barking filled the air and attention turned to two large dogs charging towards the group, with a third, smaller dog running behind them.

-The dogs put themselves in between your new guests and your family, growling darkly until you told them to stand down, as they were distrustful of strangers.

-You grinned at the guests, “Sorry about that, Hercules, Jack, and little Hlokk here aren’t too fond of strangers.”

-Eyes went wide and jaws dropped, looking at the three massive dogs, a Soft Coated Wheaten Terrier, who’s long facial fur looked strangely similar to Jack’s mustache, and a Carpathian Shepard, who was massive, but once you told him to stand down, he was sitting down with his tail wagging a million miles per hour, reminding them all of a certain Greek demigod. Hlokk was a mutt, half Wheaten Terrier, half Great Dane, she was smaller than her father, Jack, but was still a large dog, wearing a bright pink collar around her neck.

-You were surprised to learn the names of your guests, a giggle bubbling out of you before Hermes surmised that they were in an alternate dimension, where they were all animals instead of being gods or a human in Jack’s case.

-Hercules initially was unsure of this idea, until Glokk spoke, pointing at her nose, “No, Hermes is right, your scents are both very similar, plus they look like you.”

-Hercules was quick to accept it, quickly bonding with Hercules while your Jack trotted over to their Jack and sat beside him, looking up at him as if he was expecting pats, which he quickly got, looking content.

-You introduced yourself before your two daughters, Michelle, or Mickey as she prefers, and your toddler, Poppy.

-Mickey was a bit uneasy with these guests, being a bit distrustful, while Poppy was giggling brightly, waving her arms out towards Thor who was a bit surprised that the toddler didn’t look afraid of him at all.

-Hermes was able to calculate that he could get them all back to their own dimension, but it would take a day or two, and you didn’t hesitate to welcome them into your home.

-Hercules teased Hermes when Poppy saw your black cat that you kept on the farm for pest control, carrying him over, the cat looking calm and wasn’t fighting, “Hermy!”

-Hermes was amused that he was a cat, the two quickly liking each other, as they were so similar in personality.

-Mickey was a bit wary around the men, as they were strangers, until Jack saw her reading Shakespeare and her eyes lit up with sparkles as she was finally able to have someone to talk to!!

-Mickey also bonded with Hlokk, who, while shorter, became like a big sister, talking about clothes.

-Poppy on the other hand adored both Thor and Hercules, hugging their legs, beaming up at them when she managed to toddle over to them.

-The next day Jack and Hercules watched as your Jack and Hercules walked Mickey off of the farm, taking her to the school bus stop about a half a mile up the road, the two men following after, speaking with Mickey, curious about where she was going.

-Thor got to meet his animal, a large reddish colored bull, who looked calm, but Thor could easily sense the power and the two had a stare off for what felt like forever.

-Your Hermes had a job of pest control, keeping rats and other rodents away from the crops, as well as handling any intruders in the chicken coop, while your beloved canines handled with security, letting you know of any trespassers, humans or animals.

-You enjoyed having the few extra helping hands on the farm, as Hercules and Thor got into a competition over who could haul the most hay bales to the barns, while both of the Hlokk’s looked after Poppy.

-Jack tended to your vegetable garden, finding weeding it quite relaxing and Hermes was inside your home, with your permission, preparing lunch for everyone, while you were walking your cows out to their pasture to graze.

-When Mickey got off the bus she beamed, “Where’s my favorite boys?! Where’s my kisses?!” she instantly flushed, seeing both sets of Hercules and Jack there as the two dogs ran over while Jack chuckled warmly at her.

-You had to admit they were good company to keep, seeing the healthy appetites all around the room, including your own girls, was refreshing, but it was fun to keep feeding them until most were in food comas.

-Hermes was the only one who remained awake, sitting beside you on the porch swing, his head on your shoulder as he tried to stay awake, “May I ask, why weren’t you freaked out by seeing us?” you chuckled softly, rocking the swing lightly, “As I said, you’re not the first visitors I’ve had. The first one showed up when I was still pregnant with Poppy, right after my husband abandoned us and the farm. He was a funny man, but Mickey liked him, and he was kind enough to help me around the farm for a while after I gave birth.”

-Hermes was a bit curious, tilting his head up, “Oh? May I ask who that was?”

-You smiled softly, remembering your friend fondly, as he was funny but also mischievous, “His name was Loki.”

-Hermes snorted into his hand, laughing out loud while you smiled lightly as he thought it was hysterical that Loki came here first and helped you out.

-You leaned back, “Don’t mention that I told you about him, he was quite shy when he would talk about his family, like they didn’t want him finding out about where he had been. But if you see him, I have a Billy goat that’s a little shit just like him.”

-Cue round two of laughter.

-The following morning you, Mickey, and Poppy all wished your new friends well as you saw them off.

-They each said goodbye to their animal counterparts, except for Thor, who lifted his hand to his face, pointing two fingers at his eyes before he pointed them at the bull and only Thor saw the bull lift his hoof to his face before pointing back at Thor.

-Poppy was crying, not wanting to say goodbye, the same with Mickey, who didn’t want to lose her big sister and the first father figure she’s had in years.

-You were the only calm one, as your farm was a hot spot for events like this. You had a feeling this wouldn’t be the last you see of them.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror thor #ror hermes #ror jack the ripper #ror heracles #ror hlokk

[prodigal-explorer]

the sides as hunger games tributes

sorry i just watched tbosas and i am SO INSPIRED so i am writing this now-

cw for standard hunger games stuff (violence, death, killing children, blood, gore.)

this is in the context of the 74th hunger games, just for simplicity! this means that there will be interviews, and that the hunger games is regarded as a giant, flashy spectacle. also, remus and roman are not related in this au!

now let's look into our tributes.

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roman calico - district eight male - 12 years old.

as his name was called, the little boy's doe-like eyes went big, becoming two dark brown pools filled with dread. a long silence hung over the air as everybody watching asked themselves the same question: would anybody volunteer? would anybody save this frail child from an inevitable death? after all, little roman was the runt of his family, and he had a limp, since one of his legs was shorter than the other. but even so, as the cameras landed upon him, the child puffed out his chest, showing off his patchwork costume as if it were made of solid gold. his smile lit up his entire freckle-smattered face, and he started to skip down the cleared path as if he was on his way to the playground. his dark brown skin made his gleaming teeth look whiter than they were. he blew a kiss to his best friend as he walked past him. there was no sound besides the sobbing of mothers who watched roman grow up in the sweatshop, always telling grand tales, always wanting more. now, he would never get more.

his weapon of choice is traps. because he is so slow to move, his strategy is to find hiding places and stay in them for as long as they're safe before moving onto the next, using his traps to help alert him when he isn't alone somewhere anymore. he also relies heavily on alliances, showing them hiding places and giving them valuable information in exchange for them keeping him alive. deep down, he knows he's not going to win. but he never, ever lets anybody know that he knows this until the very end.

logan firewall - district three male - 17 years old

his face was stone cold and serious, as he volunteered as tribute, offering nothing but a second-long glance towards the young child who had originally been reaped. he was one of the oldest possible ages to be chosen, and his build was intimidating for somebody hailing from district three. of all children that could have been selected, logan was among the more likely to actually come out of the games alive. besides, now that his parents were gone, he had nothing to lose if he lost. so his violet-blue eyes only narrowed slightly as he walked up to the stage. his gears were already turning in his head in terms of strategy. even if logan didn't have a family to come back home to, he didn't plan on becoming just a pawn in the capitol's grand scheme. he was going to make something of this. after all, what could they do to punish him that was worse than this game?

his weapon of choice is heavy weapons. he has a lot of physical strength, so he is able to handle things like claymores and weighted bats with ease. logan is not one to kill thoughtlessly, though, not even out of self-defense. he aims to stay level-headed, no matter what the cost. he refuses to let anybody see him in a state of desperation. perhaps this ends up being his downfall. he has a secret soft spot for younger tributes, regularly protecting them and sparing them. perhaps this "emotionless robot" really does have feelings after all.

patton asphalt - district six male - 17 years old

his small form trembled and shook as he stumbled up onto the stage, tears already streaming down his face. he squeezed his eyes shut as his little siblings screamed his name and tried to muster a smile as he waved goodbye to them. even though his smile was wobbling and pathetic, his mind was straight as steel. he was going to get out of here. no matter what it took. nobody else in this arena was needed like he was. this would be for the greater good. sure, maybe patton didn't exactly know who else was competing, but this had to be the truth. it just had to be, or else all would be lost.

his weapon of choice is poison. he is a lot smarter than he looks, and his sweet and innocent demeanor is perfect for tricking people into thinking he's harmless. even though it clearly pains him, he targets vulnerable tributes, not excluding the younger ones from this betrayal tactic. when he sees their little bodies, he just remembers his siblings back home, and remembers what he's doing all this for. he can't kill all these people for nothing. he has to make it out. unfortunately, he doesn't have the most brute strength. so if somebody seeking revenge finds him, it's over.

virgil quiner - district ten male - 14 years old

part of virgil knew that he was going to be reaped. it was just something in the air that gave him a chilling premonition. but when it finally happened, ceasing suspense, he couldn't breathe as his ghostly face paled even more. he couldn't even move. peacekeepers had to carry him onto the stage, clutching the boy tightly even though virgil showed no signs of trying to escape. he appeared to be in his own world, dim with dread. tall and spindly, awkwardly on the twisty path of adolescence, virgil never expected to be looked at by so many eyes in his entire life. this whole thing might have been halfway bearable if virgil didn't know that now, for the rest of his life, he would have thousands of eyes on him at all times.

his weapon of choice is a bow and arrow. he'd never used one before starting to train, but he learned shockingly quickly, and no other weapon came nearly as easy to him. so he accepted it as a fateful sign that a bow and arrow was what he was supposed to use. from the moment he's reaped, virgil is completely silent, even during his interview. as a result, he gets absolutely no sponsors. he's a gentle soul, but something almost occult is stirring beneath his soft heart. the spirits might just be on his side.

remus luster - district one male - 13 years old

just his luck. remus could have laughed at the irony. being the one kid in his entire school who didn't want to be in the hunger games was going to pay a price one of these days, and that was going to be today. he stared his bullies in the face as they cruelly held their tongues. maybe this would finally teach the rebellious tween a lesson: don't challenge the norm. don't try to be different. everyone in district one is supposed to love the hunger games. after all, they're the most likely district to win. but when remus gets hauled onto the stage after purposefully walking slower than a snail, he spits at the camera, causing a gooey layer to drip all over the lens. he'll do these stupid games. hell, he'll even die in them. but he'll be damned if he doesn't have a little fun first.

his weapon of choice is brute force. even though remus is one of the youngest tributes, he's one of the physically strongest, just out of luck, and also from the district one funded tribute program. he doesn't enjoy killing, but he enjoys finding gruesome ways to do it that will make the capitol shudder. it's his way of rebelling. he even cuts out a dead tributes tongue and eats it. he is very feared by other tributes, and he basically becomes a career by accident.

janus canary - district twelve male - 15 years old

the teen couldn't hide it, even as the cameras come up on his face. he was angry. he started walking, but then, his eyes darted elsewhere, and he started to run. the peacekeepers grabbed him and roughly dragged him up to the stage, before he could even make it ten steps. janus continued to struggle and fight, starting to scream at the cameras, and really, anybody who would hear him. obscenities, anything to turn the cameras off. usually, he was a boy of dignity, always looking down on people. but now, he was desperate. he had to survive. this wasn't fair. for the first time ever, he was acting his age, like a child instead of a middle-aged adult. what a time to do it.

his weapon of choice is a throwing spear. he has very good aim, and his main asset is that he can see very, very well in the dark from years spent in the mines. he can pick out small details, and that also makes him the best at foraging for food. he's very mean to the other tributes, and uses their known weaknesses against them. he isn't afraid to play dirty. graceful and skilled, janus is a huge danger in the arena for as long as he keeps his temper in check, because sometimes, he tends to act without thinking it through, and this gets him into big trouble.

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #tss #roman sanders #sanders sides fandom #virgil sanders #remus sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #janus sanders #sanders sides au #thomas sanders sides #tss au #sanders sides headcanon #sanders sides headcanons #hunger games #the hunger games #thg #thg au #violence #death #blood #gore #angst #whump #sanders sides angst #tss angst

[bum-scum]

Father's day is coming up ( in Aus) and now I wanna do a snippet of the Kaiba bros! (And maybe a big hint of azureshipping in there)

Again the usual my english grammar is bad yadda yadda yadda, bad grammar etc.

Ya get the drill.

No warnings here you all good.

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"Done!"

Mokuba smiled excitedly. Having finished his little project. Happy to finally give it to his big brother for when he got home.

Well if his big brother is going home, that is.

His big brother didnt have much time for him. Work was a overload and the amount of time spent at work and not at home was beginning to bother Mokuba.

He also understood that his elder brother has tons upon tons of paperwork to deal with, let alone the amount of meetings conference's he's had to take part in lately.

Which left Mokuba doing allot of things on his own. Hanging out with Yugi and the gang, much to his big brother's dismay. Mokuba chose to ignore him and continued to hang out with them.

"Do you think he will like it?" Mokuba shoved the work towards tea.

Tea looked over it and smiled. "Its perfect."

"Yay!"

"What about the drawing, Mokuba? Are you going show me what it is?" Mokuba shook his head.

"Nope. Thats a secret."

Tea laughed, ruffling Mokuba's now short hair.

"Lets take you home, you little runt." Mokuba giggled.

Returning home, he waved goodbye to Tea as he closed the front door, calling out his brother's name.

"Seto! Seto, im home!"

Looking around the home, Mokuba searched for his bother, looking high and low until he came acrossed the light crack from underneath the door.

Seto is home.

Nervousness beated in his little chest, scared, hoping his brother isnt angry today.

Opening the door as quietly as possible, he could see his brother typing away. His eyes focused on the screen of the laptop.

Yep, busy as always.

Mokuba made it inside of the room and stood next to his brother. He lighty tugged on Kaiba's work pants, gaining his attention.

"Oh, Mokuba you're home."

Mokuba smiled, as Kaiba picked him up and sat on his lap.

"I made you something today, big bro."

"You did?"

"Yeah!"

"Alright, lets have a look." Mokuba watched his brother looking at his work. His heart pumping in his chest. Will his big brother like it or would he hate it?

Mokuba beamed when he heard Kaiba chuckle, it was always a good sign. Mokuba felt hopeful that his big brother would like it.

Mokuba eyes widen when his brother held the pice of drawing that he told Tea earlier that was secret. And eyebrow raised, more intriguing than anger or annoyance.

The creak of the work chair made its presence as he saw his older brother leaning back, looking at him, an accusing look.

Or maybe

Something else.

"Whats Tea doing in this picture?"

"Welll..."

"Hmm?"

"Welll...I...You see..." Now both eyebrows were riased in his direction. The look Kaiba was giving him made Mokuba blush, the embarrassment and guilt rising in his chest.

"Something you're not telling me, Mokuba?"

It was then Kaiba turned the paper around that he pointed to the drawing.

A drawing of a happy family. Kaiba to the left, Mokuba in the middle and Tea to the right. All holding hands. And a big love heart in the middle. Writting in words above their heads "daddy, mommy and moki"

Mokuba started to fidget with his shirt. Looking down in shame.

"I wanted to draw a happy family."

"But why is Tea in here?"

Mokuba looked away, and he mumbled.

"Mokuba you need to speak a little lou-"

"Because I wanted a mommy!" He snapped.

Mokuba covered his face with his hands, letting out little sobs. Now he'd done it.

He ruined his big brother's life.

Mokuba felt his brother's arms wrapped around him as he cried. He was definitely sure now that Seto was angry with him.

"Silly Mokuba. What makes you think of Tea being your mommy for?"

Mokuba sniffed and looked up at his brother.

"Because."

"Well whats 'because'? I need your reasoning."

"Beecauuseee~ you like her. Remember when we went to one of her shows out in New York? And you said that she was pretty? And the other time you offered her rides home? I saw your hand near her butt one time at the restaurant we went to." Mokuba explained.

"That doesnt mean anythi-"

"Annnndddd I saw you whisper something in her ear and your hand THEN touched her butt. I saw it, im not stoopid."

Kaiba crossed his arms, which meant Mokuba knew it hit him right where he wanted.

"You shouldnt be observing in adult conversations."

"And you shouldnt be touching her butt."

"I did not."

"Yes you did."

"Did not."

"Did too."

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"I wanna have a happy family. I see the other kids have their mommies, and the other kids ask me why my mommy isnt here."

Mokuba squeezed his eyes shut as tears fall from his cheeks.

"And...and Tea...she's nice and she doesnt hate me. And you dont hate her. So I thought she make a great mommy."

"Mokuba thats-"

"And Isono agrees!"

Mokuba heard his brother sigh.

"Little brother, it is not that simple as you think it is. You cant just pick and choose who's going to be your mother. It doesnt work that way."

"But..but Tea..."

"She has her own life to attend to. For you all know she might already have someone awaiting her home."

Mokuba shook his head.

"She's still single. I checked her socials and other important stuff. She's not married or have a boyfriend."

"She might have a girlfriend."

"She doesnt have one of those."

"Still single, eh?" Mokuba nodded.

"YeP" his mouth made a popping noise to emphasized the P.

"And she's here right now, visiting." Mokubas hope rose high as Kaiba started to call her. Her voice answering on the other end of the receiver.

"Oh hi, Seto! Didnt know you were going to call. I havent heard from you in ages..."

Mokuba listened to their conversation. His fingers playing along his shirt, hoping Tea would come and visit, and maybe stay for the night.

"Sure sounds great! I'll be right over!" She sounded excited over the phone.

Mokuba celebrated.

"Yay! And you can touch Tea's butt all the time."

"Mokuba!"

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Ashton's Backstory - Monster AU

Monster: Minotaur Word Count: ~ 0.61 K Relationships Mentioned: Crowley as a (godawful) father figure, young(er) Trein TW: Vargas was abandoned, Crowley as an awful father figure -------------------------------

Mozus stared dumbfoundedly at the chubbiest baby minotaur he had ever seen. He had found it out in the courtyard by the well, contentedly stuffing its mouth with tiny fistfuls of grass, looking around bright eyed.

He was only more confused when the tiny tot started to giggle and toddle after Crowley as he breezed past him to tend to one of the apple trees. It was evident the little beast couldn't keep up, and also that the headmage was far too scatterbrained to pick up on the fact he was being followed. Despite knowing better, Trein sighed to himself and followed after the two of them. "Crowley." The man whirled around to face him, grinning, until it faltered and he looked down. then squawked at the baby. "YOU WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO FOLLOW ME!"

Trein sighed as the toddler inevitably burst into tears. It was only at that point he felt comfortable enough to pick the little monster up. He grunted as he did so, the babe being heavier than he had anticipated originally, but managed to stand up with it and allowed it to snuggle into him as he rubbed its back. "Where was he meant to go Dire? How did you even get yourself into this mess?" Crowley huffed, puffing his feathers up disdainfully and gestured for Trein to follow him as he continued on his way. "I didn't do anything, now get rid of it, it's parents must b-" "Minotaurs abandon their runts. You should know that. And assuming you found this one alone, you should have known it was going to follow the first thing that gave it attention. Though I've never taken you as the caring type." Crowley turned and blinked blankly. "I'm not. I was after the bell on his neck. It glinted and I figured I could take it, but since he is but a child, I allowed him to keep it. Aren't I generous?" He grinned widely. "Now you're holding the snotty thing, you can take care of it." He turned on his heel, waving goodbye to an incredulous Trein. "It can't come to classes though, so if you need someone to babysit it it's best you arrange for that immediately." The minotaur sat enough to watch Crowley walk away, before soft sobs left it and it struggled in Trein's grip, desperate to follow the feathered man. Trein couldn't keep his hold on him, gently letting him go and catching a glimpse of the aforementioned bell, watching him run after Crowley. He grabbed a fistful of the mans feathers, causing Crowley to squawk in surprise and look down at the minotaur now chewing on his feathers, eyes filled with tears. ".....go on. Leave me be." Crowley tapped at the little monster lightly with his shoe. Trein came up beside him and chuckled softly, patting his shoulder. "It seems hungry. I'm sure you can figure out what to do with him. He clearly doesn't want me." Trein gave Crowley a small satisfied smile and went on his way, ignoring the squawks and complaints from behind him. ----------------------------------- The baby merely giggled as Crowley tried to pull away from it, it's tiny hands gripping onto his feathers too tightly to merely shake him off. It took him a few moments, but he finally looked down at the little beast and noticed how brightly his eyes shined up at him. Crowley finally sighed. "Fine. You can follow me. I suppose having someone around that has no clue what they're doing will make me feel very intelligent. Not that you get it. You're a child. Very well. Just stop pulling on my feathers!" --------------------------------------------------

A/N: I hate writing endings I fucking suck at them lmaooo anyways. if you made it here, you might want to check out my other Twstober works here, or if you're looking for some fluff after that fic, you can check out my main masterlist here. Ask box is open if you have any questions! Thanks for reading!

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