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chapel-of-rizztual · 10 months

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Favorite headcanon for every ghoul! Go!

Mountain

obviously I’m a big advocate for puppy mountain

Had a plant for each of the ghouls.

Can grow flower and herbs in his hair. Grows mushrooms when he’s stressed

one of the best cooks.

One of two ghouls that can drive.

Early riser, rises with the sun.

Ridiculously tall. Always hitting his head don door frames.

Big lover of kissing.

Favourite colour is green.

Loves reading poetry

Vegetarian

Ram horns

Collects bug and insects

Spider catcher of the ghouls.

Joins the girls for girls night

Rain

webbing between his finger and toes

Gills on his neck and ribs

Chronic biscuit maker.

Worst chef. Can’t even make cereal

Presses the flowers Mountain grows into books.

Big sweet tooth

Will only wear crop tops. Even in the winter.

Cold to the touch

Scales on his arms and back

Bellybutton piercing. It’s a little sparkly raindrop that Dew got him for Christmas.

Night owl

Super clumsy

Slightly slimy skin

Loves the aquarium

Dewdrop

Kitty

has scars where his gills use to be

Blue eyes from being a water ghoul

Early riser with Mountain. They like to cuddle on the sofa together while eating breakfast

Obsessed with dinosaurs

Hot to the touch

Good chef

Sucks the spade of his tail

Scared of the dark. Can’t sleep without Aether

Loves baking with Cumulus

Gets used as a heater in the winter

Likes sleeping in the fireplace

Can explode lightbulbs if he sneezes

Calls cereal ‘boy kibble’

Can play drums

Unhealthily obsessed with milk.

Pescatarian

Swiss

Loves getting stoned with Mountain

Just dance champion. Seriously no one can beat him

Horrendous chef. Don’t even let him look at the kitchen

Is the reason salt lamps are banned from the den

Hawaiian shirt wearer

Paints his claws

Has an extensive skincare routine

Crazy strong. Can lift Dew and Rain up together

Steals the fluffy blankets from cirrus’ bed

Crooked fangs

Hates sleeping alone

Greek mythology obsession

Two tongues

Phantom

also puppy

Sleeps with a stuffed rabbit. Seriously can’t sleep without it

Loves hiking and being outdoors. Spends a lot of time in the greenhouse with Mountain

Loves worms

His quintessence is more focused on orthopaedics

Cries at anything

Loves cocktails

Scar on his cheek from when he was summoned

Also Sucks the spade of his tail

Cow-like ears

White strip in his hair

Always wears glittery eyeshadow

Obsessed with cats. Can’t see a cat in the street without stopping

Aether

Dad? No, mother

Also a Hawaiian shirt wearer. Him and Swiss share

Nurse at the abbey infirmary

Carries Dew and Phantom around like kits

Second ghoul that can drive

Red Mohawk

Nose, lip and tongue piercing

Vinyl collection

Best collection of hoodies. Will let anyone wear them

Loves fruit

Paints

Bonded with Copias rats

Can’t ride a bike

Cirrus

daddy

Wears rings

Buff af

She/her/he/him

Goes to the gym with Swiss and Aether

Mechanic. Can fix anything

Good chef

Big top little pants

Makes fun of Aether for not knowing how to ride a bike.

Clothes stealer

Really sharp fangs

Made a Battle jacket

Wine drinker

Flexible

Cumulus

literal Barbie girl

Sims player

Loves all games is so good cod

Whiskey enjoyer

Country music lover

Favourite colour is pink

Crazy curly hair

Has deep stretch marks on her belly. Swiss like to put edible glitter on them and lick it off

Gap in her front teeth

Steals cirrus’ battle jacket

Loves Valentine’s Day

Fluffy tail

Has feathers on her arms and thighs

Sunshine

Literal ball of sunshine

Has a Christmas tree in her room all year around

Should wear glasses but doesn’t

Mountain always grows sunflowers for her

Gold jewellery wearer

Super freckly

Has one yellow and one orange eye

Good at photography

Has a cat hidden in her room

Stayed at the abbey instead of touring because she was working in the nursery and fell in love with the kids

Aurora

kitty

vitiligo

Purrs the loudest

Literal princess. Always gets her way

Obsessed with space and the stars

Loves horror movies

Coffee snob

Can sleep anywhere

Scared of flying

Very good baker

Wears heart shaped sunglasses

#ghost headcanons #nameless ghouls #the band ghost #These are more my Headcanons

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ekicanons · 4 years

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Hey there, welcome to the world of fandom blogs! Do you mind if I request some Obey Me! babies with a S/O who has a tendency to bend over and scream whenever they’re frustrated as a way to deal with their stress or annoyance? Don’t feel pressured to do it if you don’t want to though, and have fun with your new blog!

Hi, there! You’re too kind. Thank you so much for the warm welcome! Sure, I’d love to write this one. I also have a friend contributing to this account, so you’ll get it from two different writers. I’m going to put this under a cut because it got pretty long.

Obey Me boys; S/O has a tendency to bend over and scream whenever they’re frustrated as a way to deal with stress and/or annoyance. - Gender Neutral.

Scenario A:

Belphie

The only thing that you wanted to do was cuddle up and take a nap with your boyfriend.

Unfortunately, you were behind on an assignment that was due the next day. Belphie tried to convince you to blow it off, but your conscience wouldn’t let you do that. You were here to go to school after all.

Beel was in the kitchen, so you were working on the desk in the twin’s room while Belphie slept in his bed.

You thought that you were almost done, but you flipped the page and found out there as entire second side of equations to work on. You’ve got to be kidding.

The frustration that had been building up boiled over and without even thinking about it you stood up and bent over, letting out a loud and frustrated scream.

Belphie woke up startled, rubbing his eyes at the confusion.

“Y/N why are you yelling?” he asked, his low sleep-laced voice already soothing you. That was, until the guilt hit you for waking him up.

“I’m sorry! I got so frustrated with this assignment that it just came out. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

Belphie just gave you a sleepy smirk. “Well since it’s your fault that I’m awake, I guess you have to make it up to me. Come lay with me.”

It’s gotten too difficult to resist at this point, so you easily go up and snuggle into his side.

“Okay, but only for a few moments and then I’ll get back to work.”

“Mhmm,” Belphie responded, wrapping his arms around you and kissing the top of your hair before resting his head there.

You both knew you weren’t going to get back to it.

Satan

You were so frustrated. You had been working days to try and get Lucifer and Mammon to make up with each other after getting in a huge fight. Honestly, you should get paid for being this families therapist.

After going in circles with the two of them, you decided you were the one that needed to take a breather and left the room, stomping down the hall in frustration. You couldn’t believe the absolute nerve and stubbornness of those two.

Stopping in the middle of the hall, you bent over and let out a loud scream with your face in your hands.

“And here I thought that I was the Avatar of Wrath”

You heard an amused voice coming up behind you with a small chuckle to follow.

Turning around, you saw Satan coming your way.

You cover your face with your hand, trying to hide your shame and embarrassment from your outburst.

“Don’t be embarrassed, y/n,” Satan removed your hands from your face, holding them in his own.

Leaning forward, he whispered seductively in your ear. “I actually find it kind of sexy when you get angry.”

“Y-You can’t just whisper seductive things in my ears and think you can get away with it! Even if you are the demon here!”

You wrap your arms around his shoulders and surprise him with an intimate kiss.

This time, he was the one blushing.

Asmo

Asmo’s birthday was coming up and as your significant other, it was your job to get him the absolute best gift he had even seen.

The Avatar of Lust had tons of admirers who were sure to shower him in gifts, so yours had to be the BEST.

Hence the built up stress you were now dealing with.

You were currently standing in a store full of trinkets, looking for the perfect item. Picking up different pieces, nothing really seemed to stand out as good enough. Maybe the next shop would have something.

When you walked outside, you let out a heavy sigh and bend over, suddenly letting out a stressed scream.

“Y/N!” you hear the endearing whine of your boyfriend appear from behind you.

Asmo pressed his hips against your bent over form, leaning over you and nuzzling into your back.

“If you bend over like that, you’re just going to get me excited.”

Turning around, you jump into Asmo’s arms, burying your face in his chest.

“What’s wrong, my cupcake?” Asmo giggles, happily wrapping his arms around you.

“I can’t find the perfect birthday present for you. I’ve looked everywhere and nothing is good enough,” you mumble into his chest.

“It is hard to find the perfect item for someone as perfect as me, but you are the perfect present for me. Especially if you’re naked and wrapped in a bow!”

Why didn’t you think of that? Of course that was the perfect gift!

“Let’s go back home. I know the perfect way to de-stress,” Asmo purrs.

“Are you being naughty again?”

“I meant painting our nails! Such a dirty mind, y/n! However, if you insist, hmm, hmm!”

Levi

“This is maddening!” Levi threw his handheld game console onto the floor in front of him.

You were currently hanging out in your boyfriend’s room, your head on his lap as the two of you played a newly released game that Levi had gotten a preorder of for the both of you.

“I must have tried 100 times to beat this boss and I can’t. I don’t deserve my title as gamer. I’m not ready to become a normie.”

You look up and give him a soft chuckle. “I think you’re being a little dramatic.

“I’m so frustrated I think I’m going to... explode!”

“Come on, I’ll show you what I do when I’m frustrated in order to get it all out!”

You stand up and pull Levi up with you.

“Okay, you just bend over and-,” you let out a scream that makes Levi jump in surprise.

“Are you trying to pull a prank on me to make me look dumb?”

“Of course not! It really does help!” you insist. “Come on, I’ll do it with you.”

You bend over and scream again, but Levi still seems hesitant.

“I’m going to keep doing it until you join me.”

“Okay, okay, fine! Someone is going to think I’m murdering you in here if you keep going!”

You and Levi both bend over and let out the loudest and longest yell you possibly can until you’re both out of breath and in a fit of laughter, the frustration that Levi had felt melted away.

Levi wraps his arms around you and pulls you into a hug. “You make me so happy, y/n.”

Solomon

“Solomon, you may want to go help y/n. It seems like they’re having some kind of meltdown in the hallway,” Simeon told your boyfriend who was still in the classroom.

Solomon walks into the hallway with curiosity, seeing you bent over with your hands on your knees and letting out a loud yell.

He was quite surprised. After all, Solomon was someone who usually kept what he was feeling buried inside and a calm composure on the outside. Seeing you so outwardly express your frustration both intrigued him and made him a bit envious.

“Y/N? Is everything alright?”

You explained to him that you’re feeling stressed and the frustration was building up. You just needed to get it out before it made you explode.

Solomon proceeded to pull you into a nearby empty classroom.

“I like your technique, but do you want to see how I ease my stress?”

You feel the warm welcome of his lips on yours and allow yourself to melt into his kiss, his arms pulling you into a close embrace.

Maybe this was a good way to get out stress as well.

Mammon

When you suddenly let out a loud yell, Mammon jumped back and jerked his head up to look at you.

“Oi, y/n, what’s the big idea yelling like that? You almost made me drop goldie!”

Mammon then proceeds to rub the credit card to his face, assuring it that he would never let it fall onto the dirty floor.

After you tell him why you were screaming, he apologized to Goldie that he would have to put her away for now because you were more important.

“I know what would make you feel better...,” Mammon tells you before laying down on the couch you were sitting on in his room and resting his head on your lap.

“Petting my hair is great stress relief. It’s sound proof.”

You grumble, but find yourself running your fingers through his soft hair, enjoying the look of pleasure on his face.

It actually was sort of calming you down, like petting a cat.

“See? Fool proof. I’ll always be here for you, y/n. So count on me.”

Simeon

You were dating an angel, literally.

Contrary to the other angel, Luke, Simeon always seemed to be an aura of calmness so you especially liked to be around when you were stressed.

However, you weren’t around Simeon right now and the frustration and stress of of this class was starting to get to you.

As you walk outside to get some fresh air, you go back to your old ways of coping and lean over and let out a loud scream.

Almost like he could sense that he felt you needed him, Simeon appeared beside you, a playful chuckle on his lips.

“Are you okay, y/n? Have you been hanging out with Luke too much?” he would joke about the way you screamed when stressed.

You would admit to him that you were stressed and frustrated. Simeon would insist on taking you back to his room.

When you got there, he would make you some tea and “borrow” some of the cookies that Luke had just baked for you guys to share.

Simeon would hold you in his arms and pet your hair until you felt more relaxed, no matter how long it would take.

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Scenario B:

Lucifer

Being the eldest, this demon is DOMINANT. He likes to always feel in control and one step ahead of everyone else. That being said, nothing could have prepared him for the way you dealt with your stress.

One night after dinner, he was going over the class schedule for finals at RAD. It was overwhelming information and you were so nervous – wanting to do your best and make a good name for humans. As Lucifer was talking, you just had to release some of that pent up stress. The two of you were on the stairs, walking to the bedrooms. You grabbed the railing, leaned your torso back, and let out a scream from the depths of your soul.

Lucifer was momentarily shocked. Nothing seemed to jar him, but he was surprised to see this behavior from you. He was ahead of you on the stairs and stopped to turn around and look at you.

When you finish screaming, breathing slightly heavier and tears forming in your eyes from Emoting™, Lucifer would look at you, a smug smile pulling at his lips.

“Are you done now, y/n?” he’d ask with amusement in his voice, only making you feel more frustrated.

“Come with me.” He’d say, taking you to his room. Once in there he’d place his hands on your shoulders, gently guiding you and pushing down til you were sitting on the edge of his bed.

Lucifer would get on his knees in front of you, thumbs caressing the corner of your eyes, and wiping away any signs of tears. He’d run his hands down your arms. Once he reaches your hand, he’ll bring it to his mouth, kissing the back of it.

He wasn’t prepared for the emotions coursing through him. He did not like to see you upset. After kissing your hand, he’d turn it over, and with his other hand he’d trace the lines on your palms. With his eyes locked on yours, he’d then bring your fingers to his mouth. Gently sucking on them one at a time.

Lucifer’s goal is to erase the stress and fill it with pleasure. He’d then spend the rest of the night learning your body, worshiping it, making you quiver and need him.

Till the stress has completely left your mind and all that’s there is the way your body yearns for his.

Mammon

“OH –oh nO. I – I BROKE THEM !!!”

Mammon would completely freak out that he did something to break you (you are a fragile human anyway) He’d probably be like a Sim when there was a fire in the game and just kind of jump around, hands on his head and then hands out stretched towards you, wondering what to do and how to fix you, but not really doing anything except freak out.

After you finally finish your scream, he would let out a sigh of relief.

Looking into your eyes after you had let out your emotions, Mammon would be able to tell that something was off. The stress had turned your normally bright eyes lifeless. And where there was normally a beautiful smile was replaced by a pout. This made Mammon’s own lips turn down in a frown.

It was out of character for you and he wanted to make the sadness go away. The greedy demon uncharacteristically put you before him. I mean, he is the FIRST demon you made a pact with. He’d justify his behavior by telling his brothers he can’t have you being stressed or sad because it would reflect badly on him since he’s pacted with you (but everyone knows that he truly cares for you)

Mammon would run up to his room and go into his secret stash of money that he was saving for a new jacket that was going to be released soon at Majolish. He’d grab you and take you out of the House of Lamentation.

Mammon would spend the rest of the day trying to distract you so you wouldn’t focus on the negative feelings you were having before the scream.

He’d take you to the movies; a romantic comedy would do the trick. He’d have you smuggle in candy from the grocery store (the Avatar of Greed does not pay for over priced movie theater candy) and he made a mental note of which candies were your favorite as you had shopped.

The whole time during the movie, he’d be holding your hand or resting his hand on your thigh, rubbing it to give you comfort.

After the movie to make sure that all of the earlier negativity was gone, you two would go on a walk through the flower garden at RAD before going back home and snuggling up.

Levi

As soon as you lean back and start screaming Levi would look at at you in utter confusion. He’s not really sure how non-virtual humans act so he thinks this might be some kind of weird human mannerism.

Levi also leans back and let’s out a scream as well, but there is a hint of questioning in his tone as he hopes he’s doing it right. After you finish he abruptly stops too.

“So, what did we do that for?” he’d ask you seriously. Then you’d explain to him how when you feel overly frustrated, annoyed, or stressed it helps you relieve some of the emotions. Which causes him to panic, thinking he may have annoyed you in some way.

He’d ask you to come with him to his room, where he’d frantically tell you that you could borrow ANY manga from his collection, play any of his games, even the newest one that just came in from Akuzon.

His worried frenzy of offering you some of his favorite stuff makes you let out a chuckle. Which is a HUGE relief to him to see you smile. You let him know that his stress isn’t caused by him, but if he wants to help you know something that would work.

So you both end up lying cuddled together in his bathtub while you watch season one of TSL. It’s his absolute favorite but he can’t even focus on watching it (though he has the whole thing memorized anyway). His cheeks burn red and his heart pounds loudly as he holds you in his tub, SO nervous but wanting to do anything to make you feel better.

Satan

He would immediately know something’s wrong once he gets over the initial shock of seeing you lean back and scream. Before you can even finish your scream, he grabs you by the wrist and drags you out the door.

You’re so shocked and still frustrated from all that’s on your mind to even stop him or ask him what he was doing. But he pulls you through the streets until you reach the local pet store.

He let’s go of your wrist once you’re in the store and you watch the kittens playing in the window as he walks up to the store owner. He’d then convince (threaten) the owner to let you into the display where all of the kittens are.

At first, he would lean back against the wall and watch how happy you look as you hold up a toy for a kitten while others crawl on your lap trying to get you attention.

Eventually you look up and meet his soft gaze and beckon him to come join you, and the demon cannot resist. The two of you laugh and enjoy your time playing with the kittens together. Finally when the owner makes you both leave, you let out a sigh, sad that your time with Satan is going to be over soon and scared you’ll fall back into your negative thoughts.

But he won’t let that happen. When you get back to the House of Lamentation he grabs your wrist again and pulls you into his room.

Satan sits down on his bed and pulls you into his lap. He grabs a book from his night table, opening it to a random page.

You don’t object and lean your back into him as he rests his head on your shoulder and soothingly reads to you.

Asmo

Asmo would bring his hand to his mouth, shocked that someone as beautiful as you could lean back and let out such an unbecoming sound. Though he is shocked, he still loves you nonetheless and knows that something must be bothering you.

So he grabs your hand and takes you into his room.

He throws you one of his softest robes and urges you to change into it. While you’re changing behind his folding screen, he lights incense with an aroma that’s suppose to be stress relieving.

After you’re done changing, he dons a robe as well and starts mixing together the best facemasks he has.

The whole time, he’s talking to you non-stop about anything and everything. About what he did today, new products soon to be released and how soft and they were going to make his skin.

He’s hoping it distracts you from whatever had gotten into your head to cause you to scream like that. He covers your face in the concoction he made before spreading it onto his face as well.

He decides to pull out the foot spa he has and gives you a pedicure, a leg massage, and all out pamper you to help relieve your stress.

Though, his condition is that since he’s pampering you, you have to pamper him as well (though he didn’t tell you about this condition til he was done) but it was just his way of keeping you with him and so he could enjoy the feel of your hands on him.

Beel

As soon as you lean back and scream, Beel would be very worried (and a little frightened) and run away from you.

Though he would quickly come back a minute later with a plate full of chocolates, cake, and cookies (each with a bite taken out of it) and a glass of milk.

He’d find a place to sit down with you and hold your hand, leaning towards you as he would rub circles in the back of your hand and ask if you were okay or wanted to talk about it.

Beel is such a good listener.

He stays with you as you vent all of your stress to him, talking in between bites of the sweets he got for you.

He’d try so hard not to look at the plate of sweets.

He wants to be completely focused on you, and he does.

He takes in every single word you say, though he cannot stop his stomach from growling loudly when food was close.

You’d ask him to lean forward, feeding him a piece of cookie which he graciously takes, but you give him a quick peck on the lips before he’s able to pull away and thank him for the treats and for listening.

Belphie

As soon as you let out your scream, Belphie would just blink and stare at you. Not really sure what it means or why you were doing it.

He would be able to pick up on your energy and could tell you were feeling agitated and stressed.

He’s so used to picking up Beel’s emotions and now that he’s become close to you, it’s easier to read and feel you out.

Once he’s able to determine that you’re stressed, it doesn’t matter where you are, that boy will throw his spotted pillow down on the floor and lay on it.

“Y/n, come here. Right now.” His demanding tone pulls you out of your scream.

Whenever Belphie got bossy, it usually did you best to listen. Still a little shaky from emotions, you would tentatively join him, lying down.

He’d turn you so your back was facing him. Pulling you close, he would throw his leg over you and hold you tight as his face nuzzled into your neck.

You’d try to ask him what he was doing, but he’d just stop you from talking. It was not the time for questions, only cuddles. And you needed it. You needed the break – to calm down and relax even if it was in the middle of the floor.

The weight of his body on you, the smell of him, and the sound of his breathing would lull you into a much-needed nap.

#obey me x reader #Mammon x reader #Lucifer x reader #Belphie x reader #satan x reader #Beel x reader #Asmo x reader #Levi x Reader #Solomon x Reader #Simeon x Reader

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naamahdarling · 4 years

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Which cat makes the best noises when you scritch their belly? If you were one of Seanan McGuire's fae, what scents would your magic have? If flowers grew up in the wake of your footsteps, what would you like them to be?

None of them really make belly scritch sounds, except purring, so it would be Raleigh. He likes belly rubs the best, he LOVES them, and so his purr is the loudest. He’s a big boy, so he has a big, big purr. I love him so much. If you give him raspberries on his tummy he puts his paws very gently on your head and licks your hair. He’s the best boy, so very good and sweet. I want to kiss him about a hundred times a day, and he is totally amenable to that.

I kinda think my magic would smell like white clover and blackberries, or dandelions and strawberries. Some kind of humble flower, and my favorite fruits in some combination. I’d like to say I’d get something more grandiose like wisteria, but honestly? I’m a “trash flower” kind of person. Just because lawn culture despises you doesn’t mean you’re bad! It means you have staying power, that you are adaptable and tough. Maybe you don’t meet unreasonable beauty standards, but what does that matter? I love dandelions so much, and I love white clover and could sit and make clover strings for hours. I’m still pretty good at it.

If flowers grew behind me, I would very much like violets. Just regular, plain old dog violets, like the ones that grew in my grandmother’s yard. They’re my favorite small flower. I just love them, such dear little things. They’re so, so sweet and always make me smile when I catch them blooming in my yard in spring.

#gazztron

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frenchie-sottises · 5 years

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NES Godzilla Headcannons

I got a note, so I’mma write them.

Just a heads up, my versions of some of these characters are going to be pretty different from the cannon, but I’ll try to stick as close to it as I possibly can.

Solomon

- The ultimate dork.

-Goofy in battle most of the time, but there are times where he is serious.

- Knows he’s the best and will brag about it.

- His eyes will always be red, but it’s clear when he starts going berserk as those eyes will either have the pupils becoming slits or they just straight up lose them. He would also foam at the mouth.

- If he’s not fighting, it takes a lot for him to be mad. He has a super lax personality. If he is fighting, don’t hurt his friends and don’t restrain him. He’ll go from 0-100 real quick.

- He loves cookies, but he can’t eat chocolate. This kind of goes with most kaiju as they do have animal-like traits, so he isn’t the only one who can’t eat chocolate. He will sit there and give the saddest eyes if there’s a plate of cookies around.

- Has the loudest purr?? Like, holy crap?? When he’s happy or stressed, he releases out such a loud purr. It’s so loud that you can see his throat vibrating.

- Shares traits with bats and cats. Purring is an obvious one, but he can also sleep upside down, see in the dark, and use echolocation to navigate the huge caves he usually stays in.

- He has ears. Of course, they’re hidden, but they’re little bat-like ears. They can pick up a lot of frequencies most kaiju and humans don’t hear.

- He has the fur of a cat, so he has a cat tongue to help him out. This also means he isn’t too fond of water.

- Doesn’t bleed red? He isn’t demonic anymore since the whole thing with Red, but he bleeds black. Some suspect that he was influenced enough that he got scarred.

- Can now enter cemeteries, but doesn’t do it due to them freaking him out. Guess his sixth sense is a lot stronger.

- He’s very sweet and loving. Most of the time, he’s a gigantic goofball, but he has moments where he’ll start grooming whoever is feeling down. It’s what cats do to each other.

- Call him “Batman” and you got a flustered mess on your hands.

- Cannot handle flirting whatsoever. He is also really bad at flirting.

- He’s relatively short for a kaiju, and he hates it.

- When flustered, his fur poofs up to make him look more intimidating, but all it really does is make him look cute.. as long as he isn’t ticked off.

Red

- Wasn’t originally the King of Zenith. He earned it by protecting it.

- Wasn’t all that evil?? What he did is inexcusable, of course, but he soon realized what he got himself into and he’s trying to make it right.

- Doesn’t always have the iconic grumpy facial expression. It’s more of a “:<”

- What happened to Zenith was partially his fault.

- No one truly knows how old this dude is. It makes guessing harder since lifespans range differently depending on the kaiju. Red could be somewhere between 50-70 earth years old.

- Red is the only one of his kind to have a final form. Seems to be an alpha only thing.

- Lives in a huge castle-like structure. It sticks out, but most of it is in the underground or in the caves. The temples in the story lead to the castle.

- He runs a lot faster than in the story. He gallops much like a horse when he decides to kick it in.

- Has a lot of dog-like traits as opposed to Solomon’s cat-like traits. This includes loyalty to the planet, wagging his tail when he’s excited, independence, and high intelligence.

- He only has one cat-like trait, and that is being able to “loaf.”

- He does this thing where he would lay his wings out when the sun’s out. The world of Zenith is always on freaking fire, how is he cold??

- His neck has an area where the skin just kind of hangs. It’s weird to look at, but this kaiju can extend his neck when desired. The coiled neck comes in handy when it comes to catching prey.

- The tip of his tail has jagged points that face the opposite direction of the tip of the barb. It’s made for ripping flesh out of his opponents which is gonna hurt like all hecc.

- Can’t handle flirting of any kind. He can flirt quite well as opposed to Solomon, but any flirts back can turn him into a flustered mess.

- If you get to know him, he’s super sweet. He’s not the best at showing it, but he does give out a lot of headbutts and licks once he warms up to you. That also goes for anyone else.

- Now that everything happened between him and Solomon, a lot of kaijus of Zenith don’t really trust Red at this point. He’s trying to make it right, but it’s not easy, so he’s often challenged for his throne.

- Speaking of after, he came back from what little energy he had left. He’s significantly weaker than what he was before, so the whole “defending for the throne” thing is a lot more difficult to maintain.

- Doesn’t smile all that much, but when he does, it’s usually something he finds funny or something he really enjoys being a part of.

- He has a super soft underbelly. It’s rare to see him sleep with his belly up.

- Always had a brutal side to his nature. It only comes out when he’s fighting.

- His skin is very leathery as opposed to his underbelly.

Acacius

- He’s the Golden Light, yet he acts like a huge dork. His dorkiness challenges Solomon’s, that’s just how dorky he is.

- Flies stupidly fast for someone with wings that don’t flap.

- As much as he’s referred to as the Golden Light, no one has witness him actually glowing.

- He’s actually blind. How he manages to fight, let alone manage to get around, cannot be explained and it leaves others around him dumbfounded.

- How he eats is weird. His mouth isn’t behind his “helmet.” It’s one with the helmet, so the skin that connects to the jawline splits open from the helmet and his mouth is there. If you’ve seen the way a barn owl opens its mouth, it’s basically that.

- He had a tail, but it got chopped off in battle.

- His entire body is covered in extraterrestrial metal-like growths. Some suspect it’s some type of material relating to gold.

- He’s one of very few of his kind.

- Has had a crush on Solomon at one point in time.

- This boi knows how to FIGHT.

- He’s not a goofball when he fights. Most of his fights are very serious and require his utmost attention, so it’s rare to see him acting like a dunce in the middle of one.

- Somehow knows memes. He’s taken a liking to the forbidden ones.

- After everything with Red, he doesn’t like him all that much. Solomon’s chill, but he still doesn’t trust the Zenithian king and often fears for “Batman’s” safety.

- Is good with flirting and isn’t bothered by the flirts he receives. He’s the Golden Light, you’re going to be praised quite a bit.

- Sweet as all heck. Often gives out head bumps and nuzzles to those who need it.

- No one knows how old he is either. He shows signs of being younger than Red, but being the Golden Light, his life could be moving much slower. He’s been guessed to be about 45 earth years. Some suspect he’s actually immortal.

Warlock

- No one knows where he came from. All they know is that he isn’t exactly a “living” being.

- He’s very secretive, so not a lot of kaiju know a lot about him.

- What happened to Zenith was the rest of his fault.

- He hates anyone who matches him in power, so it’s often speculated that it’s the reason why Red is the way he is.

- His plan was to take control of Zenith by making Red turn against the very kaiju he saved, but Acacius managed to find out who was solely responsible and knocked him down a few pegs.

- He doesn’t seem to have anyone else of his kind. This may be due to his origins.

- No one knows of his true intentions. The whole thing with Zenith is up in the air. All that he is responsible for is Red’s weakness and damaged reputation and what happened to the Zenitihian king’s home.

- He’s a lot bigger than Red. He’s bigger than most kaiju recorded in the books.

- He is often represented as the 8th deadly sin, Despair. No one knows this for sure, but through his actions, it speaks it in rather high volumes.

- Due to his strong secrecy, he hasn’t truly formed a bond with others. He’s just kind of.. there.

- For being so ominous, he’s quite talkative, more so than Red.

- He’s very territorial just like how he is in the story.

That’s all I got for now. I’ll do more if anyone’s interested.

#Godzilla NES #NES Godzilla Creepypasta #NES Godzilla #Godzilla NES Creepypasta #NES Godzilla Replay #Godzilla Replay #RED #Red NGC #Solomon #Solomon NGC #Acacius #Acacius NGC #Warlock #Warlock GR #Headcannons

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floweryfandomnerd · 7 years

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Oz’s Tea Party

@itstheendandweareallfallingup your wish is my command so look what I finished! Enjoy your fluffy fanfiction because we all know we didn’t get any canon (haha *cries*)

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True to Glen Baskerville’s word, Oz finds the abyss as it was before Lacie extraordinarily beautiful. He doesn’t think he’ll ever grow tired of its golden light. It’s a shame that time passes so quickly there, his hundred year cycle will be up in what feels like only days - weeks at most. And so he thinks he’ll have to make the most of it.

Not everyone is there - no Sharon or Liam or Gil or Ada or Vincent or Leo - he almost wishes they were because he’d have loved them to be at his tea party. Maybe it wouldn’t quite have been fair to them. Still, there are lots of Oz’s friends attending. Out of all of them, Elliot is by far the loudest.

He grabs Oz by the shirt and holds him up to look him in the eye, (the kid is short, what is he supposed to do?)

“It is evidently summer down here, so please explain to me why you have decided to use winter teas?!” Elliot all but yells at him.

Oz laughs, disentangling himself from Elliot’s strong grip, “We’re using them because people like them, Ell-i-ot.”

Elliot shakes his head in disagreement, “That’s not a good enough reason… You have to have appropriate tea for the occasion! Do you know anything about being a nobleman?”

Oz shrugs, “Not really. I kind of didn’t get the time before, well stuff happened.” He was kind of cast into the abyss before he could really learn anything, after all. Although it was quite different from what it is now; no more broken toy boxes.

Elliot splutters for a moment, he’d almost forgotten all of that, “Well- well!” Clearing his throat, he slowly regains his composure, “Anyway, we should have green teas and the like, instead you decided to go with Earl Grey and Darjeeling! It’s unacceptable!”

“There’s not really any seasons down here, what’s wrong with winter tea? We could use any tea we want!” Oz begins listing off the seasons and why he likes their different types of tea, “We could have spring teas because they’re refreshing and slightly sweet.”

He counts on his fingers every point of his list “Iced green summer teas because they’re light and cool. White and oolong autumn teas because they’re the perfect mix between summer and winter. Black winter teas are great too! They warm you up with cinnamon and spices. We chose winter because they won the vote.” Oz keeps it to himself that only Alice, Break and Elliot had actually voted - unfortunately for Elliot they won against his green tea.

“Why don’t we use both? Would that satisfy you?”

“That would defeat the point!” Elliot snaps at him, he tries not to be too harsh - it is only tea, after all.

“Well then I guess we’re sticking with winter.” Oz smiles mock-sweetly at Elliot.

Elliot glares at Oz with disdain over his tea choices; there’s not really anything he can do to change it though, and he’s already given Oz a piece of his mind so he stomps off. He always argues with Oz over the most ridiculous things, maybe he sort of finds it fun. He can’t quite decide whether Leo would have punched him under the pretense of correcting his master’s behaviour or if he’d have just ignored them with his head stuck in a book.

Perhaps Leo would have just laughed at the thought of a Nightray and a Vessalius getting along so well. Quite a shame that he wouldn’t get to see it. Elliot thinks that he might as well enjoy the tea party even though the tea may not have been up to standard. It’s beautiful today and the sound of such genuine laughter isn’t one he commonly gets to hear. He revels in it, running off to join in.

Oz watches him fondly, Elliot looks much lighter than he used to. Cheshire sidles up to him, rubbing his face against his legs. The bell on his collar chimes quietly. Oz bends down to stroke Alyss’s beloved pet; Cheshire purrs loudly when Oz scratches at his ears. Alyss runs up to them, hair bouncing behind her and chasing her precious cat back to him.

Behind her, Alice is a little slower, but still making her way over. Cheshire is scooped up in Alyss’s arms when Alice links hers with his. “You can’t just stay all the way over here Oz. It’s your tea party!”

Alyss agrees, “All your friends are here, you should go and have fun with them!” She wanders off back to the table of food. It’s kind of strange to her, being surrounded by people like this. They include her so easily though, jesting and joking around, it’s like she’s known them her entire life.

Beside him Alice bounces excitedly on the balls of her feet, “Come on Oz, let’s go eat all the nice meat that you made!” She starts almost dragging him, smiling up at him with sparkling eyes and rosy cheeks, “I might even save some for you!”

Oz laughs, “Well, given that I made it, it would be mean if you didn’t.”

She waves her finger in his face, “You can’t expect that when you made such good meat!” Alice pulls out a chair, settling in next to Break. Oz pulls out his own chair, quietly sipping his tea as Alice ravages the meat supply and Break does the same to every cake he baked. Since he had made them all, Oz had expected to at least get one; it seems all the food will be gone before everyone gets the chance to try it.

“You know Oz-kun, you actually make pretty good food, I’m surprised.” Break says.

Alice looks almost offended, “Of course he does, Clown. He’s my property after all!”

“Still, it doesn’t match up to Gilbert’s - he was an amazing cook.” The three of them sigh wistfully, Gil’s food was always something to look forward to. Pity that he hadn’t been there to make any - if he had it would truly have been gone in an instant.

“I wish Gil were here, I miss him already,” Oz says, there’s a sad note to his voice. He never did get to spend enough time with Gil - too many things got in the way.

Alice nods, agreeing with him, “Seaweed Head said he’d wait for us Oz - you won’t have to miss him for long!” Alice does her best to remind him of that, to cheer him up. She couldn’t stand to see Oz feeling so low again.

Break distracts both of them, diverting the subject subtly, “Your taste and presentation leaves something to be desired compared to his, Oz-kun.”

Despite the difference in quality, Break finishes off the cakes just as eagerly. Such a sweet tooth. Oz and Alice both tilt their heads in confusion, the off-hand comment about presentation causing it. “How do you know what the cakes look like? Aren’t you blind?”

Break holds up a finger, “I was blind, down here I can see though,” his voice lowers just a little, “if Ojou-sama knew she’d probably force me to learn how to dance.”

“Not to worry Break, I can teach you how to dance even if Sharon isn’t here to,” Lady Shelly whispers in his ear from behind.

Break doesn’t look surprised per se, but it’s clear on his face that he’d momentarily forgotten that she would be here. He twists in his seat to face her, grimace clear in his expression. Lady Shelly offers a hand to him, an invitation to dance with her. Break groans but takes it all the same, she nods over at someone else attending and they start playing an upbeat tune on their flute for them to dance along to.

Guiding gracefully, Lady Shelly takes the lead of their dance. She steps back and forth in time with the beat of the melody, easily avoiding Break’s awkward, clumsy missteps; one would think that he was actually aiming for her toes with how often he nearly crushes them. Oz and Alice giggle quietly.

Lady Shelly murmurs quietly, her voice is as soft as silk, “You did a good job Break, taking care of my daughter.”

He swallows the slight lump in his throat, he can’t say that he doesn’t wish he did a better job, “Thank you, but I can’t say I did. She wanted me to stay longer and that I couldn’t do.”

“Don’t talk nonsense, no one could stay forever. You did a good job.”

Break nods, there’s no arguing with Lady Shelly.

Underneath the golden afternoon sun, Break and Lady Shelly are not the only gleeful dancers (though gleeful isn’t all too accurate for Break, apprehensive suits him far better). Oscar waltzes with his wife, twirling her round and round until she’s dizzy and giggling into his chest. For a moment they’re young again, young and carefree and happy. He trips, stumbling over the child playing at his feet. The child tugs on his trousers, quietly asking to be included. Oscar bends down, grabbing him up onto his shoulders.

The boy looks like him, blond hair and green eyes but with the soft features of Oscar’s wife, he’s about three or four; twenty five years or so in the abyss seems it would only age you that much - maybe it would age you less and he just wanted to age that much. He’s a true Vessalius though, that can’t be doubted. Oscar and Oz had done their fair share of fawning and cooing when they first saw him. The child has them both wrapped around his pinky fingers.

Oscar takes his wife back in his arms with his son still on his shoulders. The child digs his fingers into Oscar’s hair to hold on, Oscar winces slightly at the tugging then grins. His hands are firmly planted on his wife’s waist as they step in time to the music, right, forward, left, back, right, forward, left, back. Oscar holds his hand up, his wife’s own soft ones in his, he spins her. She almost bumps into Elliot but Oscar pulls him back to her just before.

Slightly startled, Elliot’s attention snaps from his attempt to stroke the still-purring Cheshire. He ducks back down towards the cat, reaching out to stroke him. Something blocks the warmth of the sun from his back, casting a shadow over him. Elliot looks up to find Alyss looming over him.

“I bet he’ll let you pet him if you dance with me,” her voice is almost a song, bubbling over with simple joy.

Elliot straightens himself up, taking the hand she holds out toward him. Alyss leads him to the dance floor, surprising both of them when she actually dances well. It’s almost peaceful, dancing. How long had it even been since he last danced?

Although Elliot would still rather say almost - if only for Rufus Barma’s untamed version of a dance. Waving one’s arms wildly and leaping around isn’t exactly a conventional dance. Especially not when it’s so out of time and style compared to the music. Elliot sighs.

“What’s wrong?” Alyss asks him, suddenly unsure of whether he actually wanted to dance with her.

He inclines his head in Barma’s direction, Alyss glances at him, raising a hand to her mouth to muffle her quiet laughter. It quickly turns to a scowl when Barma knocks into Oz. Oz goes flying - near enough - landing some feet away on his back. Although he props himself up on his elbows laughing, Alyss pulls away from Elliot.

She grabs Cheshire up to her chest and marches determinedly toward Barma. Her finger is pointed accusingly in his face, “How dare you hurt my precious black rabbit Oz! Get him Cheshire!”

The cat starts clawing and hissing at Barma, taking swipes at his face with his front paws. Elliot strides up to them, takes the cat in his arms and tells it off. Cheshire stops scratching at Barma. Oz stands up, brushing himself down.

Oz directs a beaming smile in Alyss’ direction, “It’s alright Alyss, why don’t we go explore? We haven’t done that yet.”

Elliot nods his head, “I’ll come with you, it sounds like fun.” He pats his arm, offering it for Alyss to take. She links arms with him.

The three of them are about to set off as the child comes barrelling into Oz’s legs, Oscar’s son grins cheekily up at them, “I wanna explore too!” He bounces up, still clinging to his cousin’s leg.

Oz laughs and takes his hand, “Okay then, let’s go!”

Someone jostles into his other side, when Oz turns to see who it is he finds himself face to face with Alice. She doesn’t even have to say the words for him to know that she wants to tag along too.

“Last one to the top of the hill is a rotten egg!”

They race up the hill, sprinting at full speed. Almost all of them are doubled over, panting and out of breath, by the time they make it even half way up the hill. Oz has taken to giving up and flinging himself down into the grass. It’s so much steeper than he’d first thought. It vaguely reminds him of his childhood spent running around with Gil and Ada.

Alice stands triumphantly at the top, laughing proudly at herself and the weaklings who couldn’t even run up a little hill. She wasn’t going to be a rotten egg, not at all. Elliot, Oz, Alyss, Cheshire and Oscar’s son stumble up the hill eventually - after they’ve given up on the race.

They’re not quite far enough away to not hear Rufus Barma in the distance. The man is shouting something about how he was such good ‘friends’ with Lady Sheryl, and when they look down from the top they find him running away from a rather terrifying- looking Duke Nightray.

Over the other side of the hill is a small lake, surrounded by trees and rocks on some edges. There’s a wooden jetty with a small row boat tied to it using fraying rope.

“Wow!” Oz’s cousin jumps excitedly in the air, “This has so many places to explore!” It looks to have a lot of hiding places too.

“Why don’t we play hide and seek?” Alyss has a bit of a sparkle in her eyes when she suggests it.

Everyone nods.

“Okay, Alice is counting then! Everybody run and hide!”

They all do just that as Alice turns her back to them, muttering “One, two, three…”

Oz takes his cousin’s hand in his again with the others running behind them, he’d almost been shot back to when he was a kid - running around anywhere with Ada’s hand in his and Gilbert following. He really missed them.

He leaves his cousin in a hiding place behind a rock, instructing him to stay there until Alice finds him. If he does, he’ll most definitely be the winner.

“Alright! Alice will never find me here!”

Once Oz knows he’s settled for sure he scrambles off to find his own hiding place. He’d always been good at climbing trees so he shimmies up one. Finding the thickest branch possible he tries to hide himself using its leaves; he hopes Alice won’t see him too easily.

She takes a while to count. Not knowing what number she’s supposed to count to, Alice counts to two hundred before she gets completely and utterly bored.

Oz has just about fallen asleep when he faintly hears her shout, “Ready or not, here I come!”

He starts to snore.

It’s warm when he wakes up - it’s always warm, never cold, here. Little specks of light seem to be dancing around Alice, Cheshire, Elliot, Alyss as they look for him.

They have their hands cupped around their mouths, shouting his name, “Oz where are you?!”

“Come on, it’s been hours! You better not have fallen asleep, you’ll get sick!” Elliots yells out to him.

Hours? He’d had such a good nap though. He laughs and moves into view, waving at them, “Sorry! I did fall asleep!”

They all turn towards his voice, smiling at him. The speckled lights dancing around them dance more brightly then; he sees them dancing around his own hand as he waves too. It takes him a couple seconds to realise, but they seem to be fading. Him too.

His cousin is the first to disappear, hours before any of them. He’d been gone before Oz even woke up. A hundred year cycle didn’t last very long but he’d had such a wonderful tea party. His time with them had passed far too quickly. He climbs down the tree and hugs them all at once. The light around them all is almost blindingly bright now.

Elliot and Alyss are still hugging them, they’re together when they disappear, so Oz knows they’ll always be together.

He really did love tea parties… Tea parties with them…

Alice squeezes Oz tightly, the pressure a welcome comfort. He hugs her back hard, until there’s no longer anyone in his arms and all he can see is that warm, white light.

Just as Glen Baskerville had said, the abyss was extraordinarily beautiful. It felt like only days - weeks at most. He’s glad to have made the most of it. He wishes he could have spent more time there, or that everywhere was just as warm and peaceful as the abyss. But they’re all waiting now, Gil too, in a moment he’ll be back to them.

Oz closed his eyes, like he was having the most wonderful dream.

#pandora hearts #alice baskerville #alyss baskerville #oz vessalius #xerxes break #elliot nightray #cheshire cat #oscar vessalius #i liked writing this #and i hope it tears your heart out in the best way possible #gotta have me a bitter sweet ending #in the spirit of the series of course #i'm so lacking on time #eliza you should know i did this for you instead of doing my geography homework #guys if you have a favourite line/part comment and tell me what it is #prettyyy please #Flings this into the abyss and hides

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Chronicles of Space Oreo (aka our leader was de-aged and was made half cat) PART 1

The battle had gone, almost perfectly, or so Keith thought, it wasn’t until everyone heard a loud metallic squeal on Shiro’s end, and then, Voltron seperated.

Keith was seriously regretting checking on his friend, especially considering that he couldn’t lift him if he was injured. But as soon as he got in the lion. He realized Shiro was nowhere to be seen in the pilot’s seat. Keith started to hyperventilate, ‘Oh no, oh no, he isn’t anywhere! I-i failed-‘ His thoughts are cut off by the softest of... mewls? He looks farther down the pilot’s seat, there is a tiny little rascal in that chair! Upon closer inspection, he can see it’s actually Shiro! He has the same hair and eye color, but he has larger eyes than usual, he still has his scar, which makes it kind of sad. The size of his best friend was the main thing he focused on, he was the size of a 9 month old kitten, or the size of one of Pidge’s garbage fluffs turned vertically. “Okay little guy, i’m going to have to have the others get you back to the Castle...” Keith says softly, registering the way the cat-baby-thing purred at the familiar sound of his voice. Keith lifted him into his arms and discovered he was VERY light, the exception of the armor that made him a tad bit heavier. “Guys, something happened to Shiro, Hunk, i’m gonna need you to push Black back to the Castle.” Keith says gently, as not to startle Shiro the little gremlin even more. “Keith! What happened? Is he okay?!” Allura yelled over comms, this time, Gremlin-Shiro flinched and made a loud, terrified noise. “LDJSHSG-SHHHHHH!” Keith fumbles over the comms, holding Shiro a little tighter. They suddenly felt a shift in the ground below them, Yellow was moving her sister, whom was unconscious below them.

As soon as Black and Yellow (hehe) got back to the Castle, Keith runs to the rooms Allura and Coran are in. The two Alteans turn around and freeze when they see what- no, who Keith is holding in his arms. “Keith? How did this happen?” Allura asks questioningly. “I think it had something to do with that god be damned witch...” Keith growls in anger. “Well, whatever happened to him, he looks at least 25 decaphoebs younger!” Coran says. The other three ran in almost immediately, ho boy, now THIS is gonna be fun! Shiro purrs loudly, burrowing himself deeper in the warmth of Keith’s arms. “Keith... where’s Shiro?...” Lance asks sadly, fumbling with his hands nervously. “I-is he- oh! EEEEEE!!!” Pidge responds to the little bundle in Keith’s arms. Shiro had responded to Lance’s sad tone by lifting his head from Keith’s chestplate. “HE’S SO TINY...!” Hunk squeaks in response to Pidge’s doting. “I TOLD YOU NOT TO LEAVE HIM WITH THE MULLET! Now look what happens?! Our only hope of survival through this whole journey IS A QUIZNACKING BAB-“, “LANCE!” Keith yells in response. Lance, realizing he just cursed in Altean in front of a little gremlin, slaps a hand over his mouth.

“We still need to figure out what he is though...” Says Allura, she lifts Shiro from Keith’s arms. Keith takes note of how Shiro purrs even louder now that he sees someone who has a motherly demeanor. ‘Wait, wasn’t he a fatherly figure to them?’ Thought Platt. ‘Now we better hide in a hole for the remainder of when HE’S around...’ Plachu responded.

Shiro peeped as Allura analyzed his form, “Oh I know...” Allura coos to him. “Oh! Of course! Reversal of the aging process! But... cat ears?” Coran pipes up from the screens he looks down at. “Did Haggar seriously give him cat ears?!” Allura grumbles. “Well, at least they didn’t turn his brain into a bowl of space goo!” Coran says with a relieved tone. Shiro seemed to hear and tried to stand, but, he ended up falling flat on his front, he hissed at this and tried again. “I guess the Paladins will have to take care of him...” Allura sighs, “And probably soon, it looks like he’s getting hungry!” Coran responds. In response, Shiro made the loudest meow ever. “Um... make that now!” Coran says.

The Castle had figured out even though Shiro had little teeth, his digestive system couldn’t handle solid foods, so the Paladins found Kaltenecker and had her provide some milk to give the munchkin. While Pidge, Hunk, and Lance got in a fight about who was going to feed him, the mice worked together to feed baby-kitten Shiro, whom yawned as soon as his little fangs popped off the weird looking bottle nozzle. “I think someone’s sleepy!...” Pidge said, looking down at the mice. “HOW IN EARTH’S NAME DID THE MICE OF ALL THINGS FEED HIM???” Lance asked, really dumbfounded. Chulatt, Platt, Plachu, and Chuchule simply were very proud of themselves.

As they walked to a spare room in the Castle they used for storage, Shiro made a little whimper, Lance thought it was he was grumpy from the lack of sleep. They were proven wrong when they looked down and saw him looking as sick as a dog! “Wait, I think he’s about to-“ Pidge said before Hunk’s chest and Pidge’s shoulder was covered in puke. “Oh...oh my god...” Hunk said. Shiro’s large eyes fill with tears noting the shocked expression on his “uncles and auntie’s” faces. “Hey... hey... your not in trouble... you couldn’t help it...” Lance coos, remembering the time that his niece Nadia accidentally toppled over and broke a pot while learning to walk (her :0 face still makes him laugh to this day), his sister Veronica had scooped her up and said those words to her. His words fall on deaf ears and Shiro starts to cry. While Pidge and Hunk rush to the bathroom to clean up the mess on their shirts, Lance takes Shiro into his arms, a little vomit never hurt Lance, as he lived in a house where the stomach flu spread like wildfire (remembering all those times he locked himself in his room with his brothers Luis and Marco, who somehow never got sick). He starts to sing to the crying... cat-human(?) in Spanish in order to calm him down. Shiro cried harder as the singing went on, until Allura noticed the commotion. “Allura? Uh, I think I need a little help?” Said Lance, “Let me guess, he got sick after getting fed and he is crying because of it, right?” Allura guesses. At that point, Allura took over, she lifted Shiro into her warm arms. Shiro stops crying but hiccups every few seconds. “Shhhhhhhh... it’s okay...” Allura coos to the gremlin. Like magic, Shiro stops hiccuping and he sneezes in response to a little fuzz in the air. Later, the two look down to see him curled up against Allura’s chest, sleeping and purring. “Take him to the room, and be quiet...” Allura says. “Yes m’am...” Lance says in a half quiet, half pleased tone.

After Lance put Shiro to bed, he thought it would be best to stay with him if he happened to panic when he woke. Settling down in a beanbag chair, he made sure Shiro was all covered up before pulling out a picture of him with his niece and nephew. “Don’t worry... I’ll be home soon...”.

To be continued...

#jesus christ #this was draining #VLD #here #have some of my garbage #set in S2 #or you can set this post series #but just replace it with Atlas instead of Black Lion #inspired by Shiro in a kigurumi #yes #aren’t I creative?#*whispers* no im not

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