#run little moo moo run <3
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#run little moo moo run <3#what a cute little darling!!#cottagecore#nature#naturecore#cows#calfs#animals#highland cows#highland cattle#farmcore#warmcore#baby animals
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Minotaur Ranch
cw: cnc, dubious consent, monster fucking, bestiality(?)
Based on the Eggpregtober Fic 3
I keep imagining what it'd be like to work on a Minotaur Ranch.
The beasts mostly keep to themselves, grazing the fields and laying around in the shade. They can act real cute with you sometimes. Nuzzling into your palm when you scratch their head just right. Mooing impatiently to be let out after being cooped up at night. It's easy to forget they're running on primal instinct until one shoved you against a wall and rips through your pants.
That's when you remember the rules of the ranch: Don't pet the Minotaur, Don't feed the Minotaur, and Don't ever present your ass to a Minotaur.
You hadn't thought these rules were that important.
How could you have known that petting and rubbing their bodies with soothing touches would be seen as an act of submission. It never would have occurred to you that feeding them a bit of your lunch every once in a while would be seen as a sign of courtship.
And when you turned around to pick up some equipment off the floor, how could you foreseen that the bull behind you would take it as a sign you were in heat.
Muscular hands hold you off the ground. As your legs dangle below you, you feel the wet muzzle of your Minotaur lick into your neck. It's meant to be a soothing gestures as he lines his bovine cock against your opening, but all you feel is terror at the rough fucking about to take place.
You've seen the ways the Minotaur's fight each other in the fields. It's part of their DNA to show dominance to the weak. You've heard of monster "bitching" before, and you know it's supposed to be an act of ferocious claiming meant to humiliate a subservient other.
You close your eyes, waiting for the pain of being split on Minotaur cock, but instead yelp as they pull you up further off the ground and lick you. Their tongue is long, wet and thick, thicker than a human cock. You can't help but moan as it breaches your hole. That only seems to encourage it, roughly thrusting it's tongue into you as deep as it can go. You writhe in its grip. At the angle its holding you, you can look down and see its tongue pushing your skin taut.
Once it's satisfied you've been opened enough it moves you down, back over its cock and thrusts inside. It doesn't hurt. It's so gentle with you, fucking you like it knows you weren't built for the full force of a Minotaur's strength. You clench down as you cum from the treatment. It bellows loud and low at how good you feel.
It fucks you against the wall like that. Slowly rocking forward into your human frame You can't help but imagine if you had been any other Minotaur. Would it have fucked you harder? Or was Minotaur mating far softer than you gave them credit for? You'll have to answer those questions later. Right now, you just want to focus on your next orgasm.
You know its close when it starts to breathe heavier and thrust a little faster. Wet slapping sounds fill the air as its balls hit your thighs. In one final thrust, it groans and hot cum fills you. You can feel its balls draw up behind you. You didn't realize how long a Minotaur could cum until minutes passed and you were still being filled. Most of it has pooled between your legs and onto the floor, but your bulging tummy is aching from what little can fill it.
But you love it. You loved being bred by your bull. You wished you could be fucked over and over again just like this.
As it pulls out of you and holds you limp in its grasp, it hands you over to another Minotaur. The whole herd had watched you be claimed, now they think your a mare in heat. You can't blame them. As you spread your legs for the next bull, you think about how good it is to work on a Minotaur ranch.
#monster breeding#monsterfucker#terato#monster x reader#minotaur#nonspecified gender#might need to update my banner if I keep up the monster fucking#is it so bad that i want to be held down and fucked by a monster#Biscuit tumblr fic
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A Head That’s Full Of Woe. cowboy!s. harrington x r
w; mentions of death, injury, steve’s a lil condescending - but that’s just him at the moment, r drools over him hehe.
an; COWBOY!STEVE AU!!!! also, i’d like to credit everyone who has done an AMAZING cowboy!steve au - that’s what gave me inspiration - but it would take TOO long! i hope u all enjoy<3
MONTANA, TENNESSEE.
His truck was about to give out. Tennessee was a far drive from Kentucky - especially when his engine in Doris isn’t that good and needed a new one.
His caramel strands blow violently from the wind that was keeping him cool from the humid air. His honey eyes quickly read over the ‘WELCOME TO TENNESSEE’ and he lets out a small sigh.
He hated coming here. Hated being reminded of his childhood and his brother. It was worse when it was winter - the bitter wind and icy roads. But inheritance called his name - literally.
He remembered his Aunt Brenda. She always wore red lipstick, Miss Me jeans, her own belt buckle she had made herself, and smelled like lemon and something else he couldn’t quite place. She was never married, never had any kids, and was a dependent woman. And she used to always send Steve $200 for his birthday.
He didn’t want to go to the funeral - and he sure did hear a lot of yappin’ from his father that mouthed off - but he’s never been to one after Aaron’s. That was the last time he’s ever been to one. Even if they were gone, it was almost like if you watched them get lowered into the ground was actual proof that they were never coming back. He didn’t like that feeling.
Maybe one day he’ll visit Brenda’s gravestone, leave some flowers and stay awhile to talk to her and apologize, maybe he’ll even visit Aaron.
But that would be saved for another day. When he felt like letting out the ocean of tears he’s held in since 5th grade when his father laughed at his face for crying over a broken arm - told him to suck it up and walk it off.
‘It heals.’
And sure. It healed. But the words never did and the feeling he still felt when he still replayed the words in his mind when he would almost chop his finger off when cutting wood.
He could still smell the smooth honey bourbon on his hot breath.
The driveway is more rockier than he remembers and if he looked in the rearview, he could see just how much dust was flying out from behind him.
He parks in front of the house, letting out a breath as he stares at the front of the home. He could hear distance moos in the background and some whining from horses. He opens the drivers side, sliding out and slamming the door shut behind him.
His boots make imprints on the ground, some falling to the wooden, rickety steps. He stops in front of the door, looking down at the ground. He kneels down, running the tip of his finger over the carved letters.
S.H
A.H
BROTHERS FOREVER.
He lets out a small huff, shaking his head. He stands back up, pushing the small strand that had fallen against his forehead, pulling a key from his pocket that the lawyer had given him. He pushes it in, unlocking the door and pushing the door open.
He steps in, tossing the key towards a table that had been placed next to the door. He then takes a moment to look around, thumbs in his pocket.
He slowly steps further into the house, turning on his heels, head tilting up and staring at the chandelier that had been dangling there for quite some time.
He brings his hand up, rubbing at the scruff that littered his jaw, walking out of the house and down the steps again. Circling around back, his eyes land on a small house further down, past the barn a little ways.
He lets out a small hum, brows pinching as he looks away. He walked towards a stump that had an ax lodged into the center, resting it on his shoulder.
He supposes he should go ahead and cut some wood - sometimes the winter could take you by surprise.
✪
You press on the breaks, Robin grumbling in the back and Eddie holding out his arms.
“Hey!”
“Thanks for the warning!” Eddie wipes the water from the corner of his lips before looking over at you. “What’s your deal?”
“I’ll be back.” You put the car in park, slipping out of the car. You walk around the back of the house, stumbling over your boots.
A man clad in Levi’s that had dirt streaking up the front, boots dirty and worn. The tank top he was wearing had clung to his skin - some sweat being caused from the sweltering heat - a small gold chain moving when his arms lifted, grunting as he brought it down, effectively chopping the wood in two.
“Can I help you?” You blink a couple of times, hand clenching at your side. His voice was much softer with just a hint of gruffness around the edges and a slight accent.
You clear your throat, straighten your back and nod. “This is private property.”
He smirks, lodging the ax into the stump before walking closer. He had a sway in his step. “Is that right?” He brings his hand to his mouth, teeth catching the glove and pulling it from his hand.
You watch as he pulls the other off, tossing them into a wheelbarrow, crossing his arms over his chest. He tilts his head, brows lifting just an inch. “Well?”
You clear your throat again, nodding. “Yes. That’s right. Brenda Harrington lives-lived here,” You state. “She, uh, she passed. Her nephew is supposed to be here.”
“Best I better be on my way then, huh?”
“You should. What made you think you could just waltz into someone’s house and then chop wood?”
He chuckles, reaching into his back pocket. He pulls a pack of Camel Reds out of his pocket, sliding one out of the pack and offering it to you.
Your mouth parts as you stare down at it before looking at him. “Are you serious?”
He shrugs, bringing it up to his lips before stuffing the pack back into his back pocket and pulls out the metal Zippo and lights it. His chest gleams under the sun when he inhales deeply. He pulls it away and turns his head, blowing the smoke out to the side.
“If it’s private property, then why are you standin’ here?” He flicks some ash to the ground.
You frown. “Because I saw the door wide open and wanted to know what happened. And I live in that h-” You pause, pinching your brows together when you see his shoulders shaking. “What’s so funny?”
He holds out his hand. “I’m Steve. Steve Harrington. Brenda’s nephew.” Steve could’ve been mean, let it keep going if he wanted to. Get a rise out of you - but he started to feel bad.
You let out a small breath, shoulders sagging. You felt a bit embarrassed, but Brenda took care of you - you’d do the same for her.
You hesitate, but shake his hand and introduce yourself. “She let me live here… I’m not no trouble, or anything. Now… my two roommates on the other hand, they can be a bit rowdy at times. But they know when to stop.”
“You tell them to knock it off?”
You let out a small laugh, nodding. “Yeah. Sorry about… all that.”
“Don’t worry ‘bout it. At least someone still cares about the land.”
You hear your name being called from the front of the house. You turn, looking over your shoulder before looking back at Steve. “Well… Sorry again. I need to get them home,” You nod. “They both have a shift tonight.”
Steve nods and watches as you walk away. “Have a nice rest of the day.” He waves, turning and walking back towards the stump.
“You too.” You wave, turn and walk around the house. You let out a small breath, slipping back into your car, shutting the door.
“What took so long?”
“Made a complete fool of myself,” You grumble, driving up the road towards your house. “Thought someone came up and was trying to squat, but it turns out it was Brenda’s nephew.”
You park the car under the carport - it was rickety. You and Eddie had made it to keep his truck and your car underneath when the hail storms would come around.
“Do I see a small blush on your cheeks?” Robin pokes at them when she gets a good look at you. You swat her hands away, walking towards the house.
“No. No, it’s not. It’s hot out here.” You mutter, stepping inside and immediately toeing off your boots.
“I think she’s lyin’ to us, Munson.”
He chuckles, spitting the rest of the tobacco out of his mouth before stepping inside and shutting the door. He pulls off the red flannel, leaving him in the black undershirt he had on. “I think she is too. But I’m tired, so goodnight, little birdies.”
“It’s not nighttime, Eds.” You let out a small laugh, pulling out a pan.
“Well… Afternoon, then.”
“Yeah, I better get some sleep as well,” Robin yawns. She walks down the small hallway. “No stalkin’ our new neighbor, now!”
You grumble to yourself, rolling your eyes and start pulling out some ingredients.
✪
Steve scratches at his neck, mumbling to himself as he walks to the door. He yanks it open. “Yeah?”
You stumble back a bit, face hot when your eyes land on him. His tank top had been discarded when he had first stepped into the threshold, falling onto the couch and immediately knocking out.
His belt buckle had been unbuckled and was hanging from the sides.
He lifts a brow. “You sure do have a starin’ problem.”
You look back up, shaking your head. “S-sorry,” You gulp, holding out a basket. “I… uh, I made some homemade biscuits and gravy, there’s a couple slices of turkey in there. Oh, and a pie.”
He lifts a brow, eyes darting down to the basket. The thought made his stomach growl - he hadn’t had anything besides a bag of jerky and a bottle of water. He grabs the handles. “Thanks.” He gives you a small smile.
“Yeah… If you need anything, just give me a holler. My landline is on Brenda’s refrigerator - I think.”
He nods. “I’ll remember that. Same for you.”
You give him a small smile, turning and walking off the steps and down the road, a small cat near your side, his tail dragging against your leg. You stop and bend to pick him up, scratching at his ears before continuing the long walk.
He leans against the doorway, shaking his head and smiles to himself. He steps in and shuts the door, locking it before making his way into the kitchen. He places the basket down, looking inside.
‘Hope you enjoy. :)’
steve tags; @officerrrfriendly, @keerygal, @lavendermunson, @whisperingwillowxox, @alltoomay, @queercodedcharacter, @halflifejess, @aliensufo
some moots that might like to be tagged - let me know if you’d like to be untagged! (ill immediately untag <3)- @s6raphic, @reidsbtch, @keeksandgigz, @taintedcigs, @chrrymunson, @stevesxyellowxsweater, @southerngothicchic, @rosebudsgarden, @xxhellfirebunnyxx
thank you for reading! comments, requests, reblogs, likes, & feedback is welcomed, encouraged, & deeply appreciated!🧸
#cowboy!steve harrington x fem!reader#cowboy!steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x fem!reader#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x you#steve harrington fanfic#steve harrington imagine#joe keery x reader
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Tried out incorrect-quote-generator again here's some of my favorites!
Mumbo : I have a bad feeling about this...
Grian : What do you mean?
Mumbo : Don't you ever get that little voice in your head that tells you if you're going to get into trouble?
Grian : No?
Scar: That actually explains so much.
Grian , acting tough: You guys don't want to mess with me.
Scar: Yeah, Grian will straight up cry in public. Don't try them.
Grian : Exactly, I will straight up-
Grian :
Grian , tearing up: Scar, why would you say that?!
Mumbo , texting group chat: What flavour of ice cream do you guys want? I’m at the store so be quick!
Grian : Moose Tracks is good!
Scar: What the fuck is that!?
Grian : *Gasp* How dare you insult moo-
Scar: No. No no not that. What the hell. Why do you spell flavor like flavour. It’s like you have flavor but then this guy shows up and is like “Oui Oui Would you like chocolate flaVOUR or vanilla flaVOUR.
Mumbo and Grian : what?
Scar: I don’t get it why add the EXTRA u when it’s PERFECTLY FINE AS IT IS!?
Mumbo : You done now?
Scar: Yeah ok.
Mumbo and Grian : ...
Scar: ...Can I have the Mint Chocolate chip flavour?
Boatem Addition!
Scar, to Grian : When was the last time you let someone hug you?
Grian : *thinking*
Grian : 2012.
Pearl : 2012…?
Grian : Yeah. I almost died and it really freaked Mumbo out so I let them hug me.
Mumbo : *gets a text* Oh! It’s Grian.
Impulse, excitedly: Did they get me the stuff?
Mumbo : Yeah, they say they got you the clown costume, the power drill, and 12 gallons of blood.
Impulse: Wow! Where’d they find 12 gallons of fake blood?
Mumbo : You wanted fake blood?
Impulse:
Mumbo : I’ll go call Grian.
Grian : I’m in love with you.
Mumbo : We called off the prank war last night at midnight, dork.
Grian : I know.
Mumbo : Ah. Okay. Um. Cool. Neat. Very cool. Cool. Cool. Coolcoolcool-
Scar: If I run and leap at Grian , they will most certainly catch me in their arms.
Scar, running towards Grian : Coming in!
Grian : No! I’m holding coffee!
Grian : *Drops coffee and catches Scar*
Scar: Are you mad?
Grian : No.
Scar: So sharpening your knives at 3 in the morning is just a hobby?
Mumbo : Small creatures are much more vicious because they have a smaller body to bottle up all their emotions.
Scar: Ridiculous. Give me some examples.
Grian : Wasps?
Grian : Terriers?
Mumbo : Grian.
Grian: *Laughs* Babe, you had a crush on me? That’s embarrassing—
Mumbo : We’re married.
Pearl : I haven’t slept in 72 hours…
Mumbo : I haven’t slept in 80. I’m the insomnia king!
Grian: Ha! I haven’t slept in 90 hours, I’m aiming for an even 100.
Impulse: What the fuck is wrong with you people.
Scar: Dear Diary, my teen angst bullshit has a body count.
Grian: What? I'm not aggressive!
Pearl : Last Tuesday, you wacked me with a pair of crocs and stole my chocolate chips?
Grian: Survival of the fittest, bitch.
Pearl : I keep a picture of all of us in my wallet. Whenever I face difficulties, I take it out and stare at the picture.
The Squad: Awwww-
Pearl : And I tell myself "If I can deal with these idiots, then I can deal with anything."
The Squad: Oh.
Scar: I am Scar, I speak for the trees. Chop them down and I snap your knees.
Impulse: Just be careful, Scar!
Scar: *heading out the door* I'm always careful, Impulse!
Scar: It's everything around me that's careless.
Mumbo : Grian, is that legal?
Grian: When there's no cops around, anything's legal!
Pearl: Ayo, what the FUCK is this?!?
Grian, sitting down, surrounded by corpses: I won Mafia, that’s what.
Scar: Hey, Mumbo. Why did the chicken cross the road?
Mumbo: To get to the other side?
Scar: You were supposed to say “I dunno, why?“
Mumbo: Uh... fine. I don’t know. Why did it cross the road?
Scar: To get to the idiot’s house.
Mumbo: ...Ok?
Grian: Hey, Mumbo. Knock knock.
Mumbo: No.
Grian: You were supposed to say “who’s there?”
Mumbo: Fine... let’s get this over with. Who’s there?
Grian: The chicken.
Mumbo:
Grian:
Scar:
Mumbo: Listen here you little shits-
#hermitcraft#grian#goodtimeswithscar#mumbo jumbo#pearlescentmoon#impulsesv#incorrect hermitcraft quotes#boatem
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👔 Cutie Pie | Riddle Rosehearts x Reader
>> requested: yes, by @indulgentandidiotic
>> a/n: im sorry this took forever moo; i literally forgot to read the second part of your ask and then it completely slipped my mind until now lol </3
>> masterlist: 400 fllr. special , here!!
>> summary: you fluster riddle to take his attention off of your flawed outfit
>> reader prns: they/them
>> warning(s): none
Walking through the maze of the Heartslabyul dorm, you were anxious to see your boyfriend. It had been over ten hours since you saw him last, so you really wanted to see him again. You had tried to freshen up even a little bit for your date with him, and you were beginning to sweat a little by the annoyingly long path. You could only hope that Cater had some perfume.
Making it to the front doors, you tried to fix your hair before opening the doors. You prayed that Riddle was running late for once, and was not in fact standing in the foyer waiting for you. He was.
"O-oh! Riddle, my love, my rose!" you jumped, caught by surprise.
"Why are you acting nervous?" Riddle asked, deadpanning. "And your outfit... it's slightly against the rules."
"Oh puh-lease," you roll your eyes. "What about you, huh?"
"What are you implying by that?" Riddle raised an eyebrow.
"Well of course, I'm talking about how cute you look!" you smile, kissing him on the forehead. "Who let you look this cute today? I bet it was Trey... I always knew he was trying to kill me."
Riddle's face turned bright red from embarrassment, "What?!"
"Have you not seen yourself?" you ask while feigning a confused face, starting to pull your phone out of your back pocket. "Let me take a photo so you can see."
"No!" Riddle grabbed your phone and stuffed it in his own pocket before gently grabbing one of your hands. "Let's just— let's just go on our date."
"Oh of course," you laugh. "That way you can kill more people with your cuteness faster!"
"Shush!"
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speaking of the cold… 👀 tiny de aged max and snow? thoughts? pretty please 🥹
(for the sake of my timeline this isn’t compliant with WYWUAS lol just, Daddy Daniel w/ deaged Max bc i can <3)
Max’s snowsuit is a size too big, but it was the only size that was in stock and Daniel will be damned if he lets Max out in the snow without the proper gear.
There’s a baby blue beanie fit snug onto Max’s head, a few blonde pieces too long to be hidden by the hat now that it’s grown out a bit. The hood of the suit fit over the hat, squishing Max’s face together just a little bit with the zipper zipped all the way up too.
“Almost done,” Daniel soothes, eyeing Max’s facial expression while he wraps a scarf around him.
Max seems calm now that he’s sucking his binkie, never a fan of getting changed or dressed and he’s started fussing when Daniel had only lace up one of the snow boots.
“Done?” Max mumbles around the plastic and Daniel nods.
“All done!” Max cheers, trying to clap his hands together but slightly restricted by all the gear he’s got on.
He looks like a marshmallow and Daniel has to repress unidentifiable sounds that want to leave his body when Max starts waddling towards the door out to the patio of the property he’s rented, still getting used to the boots and all the layers.
“Daddy, go!” Max calls out, unimpressed by the locked door that he’s faced with.
“Coming, Maxie-Moo!” Daniel rushes, shrugging his coat and gloves on, grabbing a scarf and hat on the way to Max, he crouches down before tugging on the door. “Oh no, Daddy’s too weak to open the door, maybe a kiss will help?”
Max giggles around the pacifier, plucking it out of his own mouth and onto the floor before propelling his whole body forward to give Daniel a kiss. “Muah!”
“Wow!” Daniel gushes, catching Max before unlocking the door. “Thank you, Muffin.”
Mini-Max no longer has eyes for Daniel now that the door has opened, a cold breeze hitting them but Max does not seem to care, waddling forward as quick as his little legs will take him, nearly face planting into the snow.
“Woah, careful!” Daniel calls out after him, quickly wrapping himself up and going after the toddler.
Max face plants twice, he cries the first time but calms down after Daniel presses his face into the snow too and shows Max the silly print it leaves. The second time Max starts licking the snow and saying “Yummy, Daddy!” and Daniel has to gently tell him not to do that again.
Eventually they settle on making a snowman, Max is babbling mostly incoherent English while he gives Daniel instructions by pointing his little gloves hands and patting the snow that Daniel brings him.
They play until both their noses are running, Max’s face is flushed and his eyes are bluer than Daniel has ever seen them.
Going inside was not on Mini-Max’s schedule and so Daniel fears for a tantrum but prevents it with the promise of chocolate milk with as much whipped cream as Max wants. There’s no way he’s not going to sleep after this much activities anyway, he can afford to splurge a bit.
They shower and Max is put into footed pajamas before he’s allowed to spray on as much whipped cream as he likes. Max licks most of the cream off himself while Daniel monitors tiny sips out of the cup, switching to a bottle when Max starts to get a little frustrated.
His eyes start dropping the second the nipple is in his mouth and Daniel rearranges them so that Max is laying comfortably against his chest, rapidly falling asleep. When the bottle finishes Daniel expertly changes the bottle to a binkie and Max barely reacts, soft little sounds leaving him.
Most times, Daniel puts Max down into the crib for naps so he can do adult things while Max sleeps and spend most of the awake time being present with him. But Daniel is cozy and content, so he opts on holding Max for as long as he sleeps, pressing soft kisses to the chubby cheeks as often as he pleases.
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Team Rancher - Guide of Canon - Tango Episode 2
Notes on the episode below the cut
Guide of Canon: Team Rancher
Tango's Episode 1 - Tango's Episode 2 - Tango's Episode 3 - Tango's Episode 4 - Tango's Episode 5.
Tango’s Episode 2: TREACHERY AT THE RANCH!
The episode opens with Tango inside their base. As he opens the door Jimmy claims, “We’re back at the ranch!” while goat horns are heard in the background.
“Welcome home, honey! How are we, team rancher?”
“It’s good to be back.”
“Yes, and already the horns with the mocking continues as always.”
“It’s happening today, I’m getting one today!”
“This is the quest, yeah. Horns will be acquired.”
*
Tango shows Jimmy the secret chest full of goodies (mostly food, leather, wood, wheat and seeds) below the regular ones. Jimmy is excited about it. He repeats “Stop it!” while laughing with happy disbelief as Tango nods proudly. “We ain’t just a ranch.”
“We ain’t hungry anymore!”
“Oh my gosh! You’re a genius!”
“Yeah, I did a little work with the cow, the moo-moos and the chick-chicks downstairs, so we’re good.”
*
They still don’t have enough iron to be fully clothed, so they decide to make leather armours and they laugh at how poor they look. They consider upgrading the ranch, with the wall and an archway entrance, a lookout tower.
“Tango, you told me you weren’t a builder…”
“I’m not! I’m not!”
“Let me tell you, everyone in my comment section was like, ‘what, you know who you’re playing with?’ and I was like, ‘let me just look at his latest- ah! there it is.”
“Oh, nooooo.”
“So uh… Yes, you will make a watchtower on top of that box, thank you very much.” Tango is protesting a bit, so he adds, “You will!”
“Fine!”
*
They decides to breed goats to get the horns. Ren stumbles upon the ranch. He wanted to steal a few cows (he brought a boat with him for it)
“Welcome to Team Rancher!” Tango tells him as he puts a sign saying just that on top of the newly made archway.
Ren asks for a tour. Jimmy gets him inside and creeps him out (in good humour) by saying, “Well, this is the ranch. This is where you step through these doors and… you don’t go home. You’re at the ranch now.” They all have a good laugh.
They offer an exchange to Ren, two goats for two cows.
*
While with one goat, Tango sees Jimmy with several from far away, and Scott coming to talk to Jimmy. “Oh, no, he’s getting hassled over there!”
*
Jimmy wants Scar’s horse for the ranch. Scar refuses and leaves.
*
They make the pen for the goat. Martyn comes and gloats about the fact that he has a horn and they don’t. They struggle a long time to get one. Pearl helps them get some. It’s sing. Jimmy gets the first one, sounds it and immediately says: “We need one more for Tango.” They sound it together and scream with excitement. They praise and thank Pearl.
They sound the horns and people answer in the distance.
“I like how ours is different as well.”
*
They cover the goat pen with dirt.
“This is what the ranch is all about: we’re saving animals. Our next thing will be stealing horses- I mean- uh… Capturing horses.”
*
Tango visits Bdubs building his house.
“Have you been with Jimmy at all today?”
“Oh, the whole time!” Tango shows him “the fruit of their labour” and sounds the horn. “We’re setting up Team Rancher, you should stop by.”
*
Tango mines a little and gets a few iron ingots. “I need more. I need stuff for tools and I need stuff for Jimmy.”
*
At the Panda Reserve, Scar tries to get Tango to trade him his horn, then to try to get Jimmy to not have his horn anymore “We just take it away for like a few minutes from him”.
Tango doesn’t understand the second part and gives his own horn to Scar.
“No, we gotta get his!”
“Oh! Oh, I can’t get his,” he says immediately.
He doesn’t want to get Jimmy and run away. “It’s not very team-like.” He still seems to agree to do it, though.
*
Tango chats with Scott about cows, then about Pearl and being paired.
“She’s fully unhinged, like- off the rails”
“I love it, I love it.”
“You wouldn’t say that if you were the one getting- uh…”
“Probably not. But I’m the one who killed my partner, so.. So I got one coming.”
“That’s fair. You seem reasonable. It’s just a shame you got paired up with Jimmy.”
“Yeah, well, we do what we can, you know.” Tango doesn’t seem aggravated by the idea of being paired with Jimmy.
He sounds the horn and Scott apologizes for not being able to answer it (they agreed on the server to ignore Jimmy’s horn on purpose). Tango doesn’t mind. “I understand, that’s Team Rancher,” he says simply.
“This is why- I mean, I feel bad for you and your ranch partner.”
“I just got flocked* down by you inner vendettas, yeah.”
“Yeah, it’s the curse of Jimmy. That’s the real curse this time. Last season was the boogeyman curse, whoever got Jimmy this time was the Jimmy curse.”
“Yeah, yeah. This is great,” Tango says before promptly changing the subject.
*
Tango gets an iron ingot from Cleo with his bad advice stand before upgrading his “box of birch sadness”. Etho comes by the ranch and they chat about the Deep Dark. Tango laments about Jimmy being down there. Etho says he got peer pressured into it.
They trade chicken for iron. Tango bargains for more.
“I gotta provide for my teammate who’s in leather.”
While the talk, the sing horn sounds in the distance. Tango responds and says, “There’s my buddy. He’s coming home.”
*
“Jimmy! Jimmy, we need to have a discussion here!”
“Tango-”
“You’re risking your yellow life.”
“I can explain.”
“Uh, hu.”
“I can explain alright.”
Tango takes a deep mafia voice and makes a movie reference? “You got some ‘splaining to do, Bessie.”
“Peer pressure. That’s the explanation.”
*
“It’s looking lovely over here.”
“Oh you notice my super beautiful tower?” Tango is still being self-deprecating but Jimmy is genuinely happy with the build.
“It’s fine!”
“I’m enhancing the organic shape and, you know-”
“It’s amazing.”
“-monotone block palette, yes, yes.”
The tower is crooked and looks like a foot. Tango is proud of it.
*
Later at Grian and Scar’s bases, Tango says he’s trying to get the horn from Jimmy for Scar.
*
They decide to add an R to the foot tower.
*
Cleo comes distracting them. They go to Scar’s panda enclosure “a good couple’s retreat.” Jimmy steals Scar’s horse. Tango hadn’t planned for it (he claims so at least), he leaves when Scar and Grian gets angry.
“Where are you my friend, you expert rancher! I’ve never been more proud of anyone in my life.”
“Victory horns, there it is!”
The horse is in the goat pen that is otherwise empty. They realize the goats are gone. They think Cleo run a distraction for Martyn. They are mad.
“Hey Martyn! You suck!”
*
They fume and talk about the event. Jimmy asks about Tango and Scar whispering together (about the horn). Tango brushes it away as him being a distraction for the horse stealing. Jimmy doesn’t seem convinced but doesn’t insist. “If you say so, okay, okay.”
*
They go have a word with Cleo. Scotts advocates for Cleo (but he’s the one who killed the goats.) Tango is crossed. While they talk they see the base being on fire and run back to the ranch.
Tango is already fuming before they get there: “Ohhhhh, he’s gonna die!”
“The ranch is on fire!”
“I hope he doesn’t like his building!”
“We kill him.”
They panic and try to put the fire out but it’s too late. Tango shoots him with a bow as Scar flees. They take burning damage and scream and laugh and run everywhere.
The rage is starting to build up. The boat boy comes to help. Martyn, Scott and Cleo are also here.
Tango chats, “IT’S BBQ PANDA TIME. SO TASTY.”
Tango is grunting and yelling about having flashbacks from Last Life.
Jimmy comes in his face and tells him to snap out of it. “Look, the R survived.”
The neighbourhood watch is trying to egg Tango on to burn the pandas. Tango wants to do something bigger. Jimmy is trying to calm him down. “Tango, Let’s think about this! Don’t go straight over, we gotta talk it through.” Jimmy tells him to listen to the horn. Despite everyone else saying otherwise, Tango immediately uses sing.
“This is horrible! There’s holes! It’s Swiss cheese ranch!”
#Guide of Canon#GoC: Team Rancher#trafficblr#team rancher#rancher duo#solidaritek#tangotek#jimmy solidarity#I am very normal about them#double life
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I have no idea if anyone has asked this before but, who’s your favorite Rottmnt character? And what is your favorite head cannon for said character :D
i cannot choose one, i have 3 favs... mikey moo, raphie and cassandra!!!!!
for mikey my fav hc is that after the movie draxum started training him and in the good!future they are like THE guys u go to if u need anything mystic done
for raphie i hc he sometimes feels insecure about his size but his family always makes him feel included and comofrt him whenever that happens
and cassandra still runs the brownie shop even after the brownie ep cuz in that way she gives misunderstood little girls the support and encouragement she had desperately wanted at that age and her girls all look up to her as a big sister figure :]
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Casting Svt as Characters in KDramas I’ve Watched
Masterlist || Taglist Form
Words: Around 900
Category: Fluff I guess
A/n: If you disagree w any of these, I’m always open for healthy discussion
Disclaimers:
a) A lot of these shows I watched a while ago so if any character descriptions are inaccurate, please drag me it’s okay.
b) Some characters are, of course, very different in age than the members but just go on the emotions, will ya?
c) Character descriptions are kept vague on purpose because I don’t want to give spoilers. Also, if I’ve given any major spoilers unintentionally, I apologise.
d) Spellings of Character names are from Wikipedia, so if you find any inaccuracies, pls lmk
Taglist: @junhui-recs @drunk-on-dk @wonuhour @enhacolor
Fic specific tags: @wonwussy @bitchlessdino hope you guys like it!
1. Choi Seungcheol as Lee Young-Joon in What’s Wrong With Secretary Kim
The strong male character with childhood trauma who doesn’t know what to do with his feelings once he realises the love of his life, whom he had never confessed to, is leaving him screams Seungcheol to me. He’s awkward with his feelings, reacts poorly when hearing the news, is a true leader who silently burdens not only his trauma, but also his brother’s.
2. Yoon Jeonghan as Park Chang-ho in Big Mouth
I think, of all the people in the world who can deceive a prison full of inmates that they’re a criminal mastermind and you shouldn’t mess with them, no one else would compare to Jeonghan. The professional lawyer, who is framed and sent to prison, is a good person at heart, and helps other suppressed inmates and leads a revolution. Jeonghan is particularly quick to think on his feet, which matches the character’s energy.
3. Hong Joshua as Kang Tae- Moo in Business Proposal
A cold CEO who is super averse to dating and and is busy running his business meets and instantly falls in love with a girl who is posing as her friend on this blind date to get rid of him. He is devoted to his family, his passion for his company’s food products is only matched by our heroine. He’s a great cook and is also kind of nosy in his little brother’s love life.
4. Wen Junhui as An Min-Hyuk in Strong Girl Bong Soon
The cute, funny gaming company CEO who hires our Bong Soon as a bodyguard just screams Jun to me, both because of his passion for games and gaming development but also for his endearingly cute and shy demeanour and the sense of humour. Plus actor Jun deserves a fun, cool and handsome role like this, considering we might never get to see his c drama :((
5. Kwon Soonyoung as Jung Joon-hyung in Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok-Joo
Ok so this is the latest drama I’ve watched and Joonhyung’s passion and commitment for swimming instantly reminded me of Hoshi and his passion for dance. A bonus factor is the fact that after seeing In the Soop S2, I can confirm his….ahem…abdominal area can easily pass for a swimmer’s.
6. Jeon Wonwoo as Cha Sung-hoon in Business Proposal
Yeah I don’t think I need to explain this.
7. Lee Jihoon as Wi Seung-Huen in Rookie Cops
I’m sorry but Woozi as a trainee cop along with an initial e2f2l storyline???? Sign me uppppppp… Plus, this character is like the ace trainee along with having daddy issues and a strong sense of morality that builds over time. Just writing this is making me crave a Woozi remake of this show.
8. Xu Minghao as Myul Mang in Doom at Your Service
Minghao, I think, is the best person in the world who can bring doom to the world while looking fucking stylish and having an angsty emo personality. Fuck the humans, what even do they have. Xu minghao is literally here to end us all. Plus the later developments in the show and the emotions this characters develops….I’ll cry watching if Minghao was Myul Mang. Also, I feel like Minghao is the most supernaturally member in Svt- you know the one who is into Tarot cards and palm readings.
9. Kim Mingyu as Ji U-Min in The Fabulous
Ngl, the Going Magazine episode was a big factor while giving Mingyu this character. This super talented fashion and street photographer, who sometimes struggles to find his aim and is stuck in the friend zone after breaking up with the female lead is such Gyu vibe honestly. This man is so supportive, encouraging…and might I say relentless?
10. Lee Seokmin as Baek Hee- Sung in Flower of Evil
The beauty of Dark! Seokmin is something to behold, a fantasy I will never give up on. A bright, perfect husband in every sense of the way on the surface with a dark past and even darker present….. is….so…..hot. And his wife is a police officer? Yup yup add it to the drama. Mars’ serial killer DK fic has arisen a fantasy in me that i don’t think is going away anytime soon. Plus I’m a sucker for complicated, grey characters whose layers are revealed slowly as the series progresses. He’s almost an anti- hero here.
11. Boo Seungkwan as Lee Seung-cheon in The Golden Spoon
Another grey character, probably the most complicated character on this list. I think, for me, our Boo is also the most emotionally complex and mature guy in seventeen so I think this character really suits him. Our lead guy, is born into poverty but changes his luck, along with his family’s, by switching lives with the richest guy in his school. Complications, along with consequences, haunt him.
12. Chwe Hansol as Goo Chang-seong in Hotel Del Luna
I’m sorry but Vernon as this character??? In great looking suits and constantly in service of ghosts to help them finish their last wishes and peacefully transition to afterlife along with having… probably the most emotional love story ever…..yeah I need a minute, or a week.
13. Lee Chan as Kim Do-ki in Taxi Driver
Taxi driver is probably my favourite kdrama till date. And Dino as the sexy vigilante who takes revenge for people who the system can’t help is such a sexy concept. Action hero Dino to the rescue! Plus the main character plays so many roles undercover and is so hilarious at times that Dino will fit perfectly in this character’s shoes.
#svthub#svt fic#svt headcanons#svt fluff#seventeen#seventeen headcannons#seventeen fluff#seventeen imagines#seventeen drabbles#svt#sam writes svt
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Till the End - Ch. 1 - Pt. 3
Chapter 1
Endings and Beginnings
photos from Pinterest, moodboard by me
“Why are you in my house?” Comes a voice from behind him.
Daryl spins around and aims towards where the voice came from.
He sees a sharp movement from lower towards the ground and aims his bow lower till her can see.
“P-please don’t hurt m-me.” A small girl has tears running down her face and is hugging a stuffed cow close to her.
“Your ‘ight. I ain’t gon hurt ya.” Daryl lowers his aim off of the girl and looks her over for a minute.
“Where's your parents kid?” Daryl looks around the corner to see if someone is about to come in after her.
“They left a couple of days ago and haven't come back.” The girl sniffles as she talks, making it take longer for her to respond.
“Sorry kid but they're probably gone.” Daryl decides to talk to the kid since he doesn’t think she’s going anywhere else, at least not for a while.
“You mean they're not coming back?” The little girl looks like she’s about to start crying all over again and Daryl is too busy taking cans and jars out of the girl’s pantry to realize it.
“Nah kid, they’re-” Daryl stops when he hears the girl start crying again, this time harder. “Ah, shit. Look I’m sorry. I’m not used to kids.”
Daryl kneels on the ground in front of her in hopes that he can calm her down. He doesn’t know what else to do, yet before he can come up with anything the girl leans her body onto his. Daryl’s body tenses and freezes on the touch. He sits like that for a moment before he cautiously moves his arms around her.
“What's your name kid?” Daryl speaks as softly as he can, realizing that his voice may scare her.
“Crimson.” She says through her sniffles.
“Daryl Dixon.” he simply says back to her.
“Oh, Crimson Mills. That's my full name.” She pulls out of the weird hug slowly, just enough to see his face. Daryl keeps his hands on her shoulders, as if she may run away.
“Alright Crimson Mills, would you like to come back to where I’m staying? I hate to break it to you, but your parents probably aren’t coming back. But I’ll tell you what, we can leave them a note so they can find you if they do come back?” Daryl tries to sound as nice as he can, and he tries to read her face but he can’t tell if she's going to start crying again or not.
Instead of replying, Crimson just nods her head.
“Alright, do you want to write the note?” Again, Crimson just nods in response before she runs off. Daryl sits for a moment, lost in thought. What the heck were they going to do with a kid? He only wastes a second more before packing up the rest of the kid’s food. By the time he’s brought the bag out to his bike, he sees that the girl has left the note on the counter. She had come down a little earlier to ask where to put that her parents could pick her up. He told her to just write the prison, and they would know where it was. She came out the door with the backpack on, full of the things that Daryl had helped her pack. Some clothes, her coloring book, her string that she used to make bracelets, and she held her stuffed cow, who he has learned is named Moo Moo, in her arms.
“Ready? I ain’t wain all day.” She only nods yes in return and shuts the door to her house behind her. When she sees that none of the monsters are close, she walks to the gate. She glances up at Daryl, sending him a worried look.
“ ‘Ts alright, they won’t get ya” He opens the gate for her and lets her through before closing it behind her. He lifts her up and sets her on the motorcycle seat, in front of where he will sit. He shows her where to lean forward slightly and hold onto the handlebars.
“Ready?” Daryl looks down and expects her to only nod, but to his surprise, she responds.
“Yes, I love motorcycles.” He sees the giant grin on her face and almost smirks himself. As they take off towards the prison Crimson doesn’t even realize that her parents are with all the other monsters watching as they drive by. Her thoughts stuck to the fact that she was riding on a motorcycle. She is only six.
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Part 1
Part 2
I promise it gets better, this is kinda just the sucky intro chapter
Thanks for reading though and as always support your artists by liking, commenting, and re-blogging!
#the walking dead#daryl dixon#fanfic#daryl#twd#fanfiction#jowrites#daryl dixon x reader#daryl x daughter#daryl x reader
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Stumbling and crashing and tripping with various crashes and a Wilhelm scream into your askbox to ask, YOU PLAY BG3????? ISN'T IT GREAT?!?!?!! I LOVE IT SO MUCH AKSHQKXBQ it's been my Focus since December!!! Who's your favorite so far?? How far are you in?? What kind of route are you doing?? Have you discovered any funny loopholes yet?? What race do you favor playing?? I LOVE to hear about other peoples playthroughs,
IT'S GODDAMN AMAZING AND I ALREADY HAVE MULTIPLE PLAYTHROUGHS PLANNED BECAUSE ONCE IS NOOOOT ENOUGH! I AM IN LOVE. Like I know these types of games (I've been a Bioware slut since KOTOR 2, so I looove this genre), and so I feel very confident saying holy shit, BG3 is one of the best! ALSO IT'S HUGE??? INSANELY HUGE??? AND FULL??? I LOVE IT SM.
Oh god favorites are hard, I'm gd attached to all of these little ducklings following my Tav. So far at least, storywise it's SCRATCH HE IS THE BESTEST BOY maaaybe Astarion. I LOVE his arc, his voicework is stunning, (I accidentally killed him with the big monastery laser and his reaction was hysterical) and his quest has been very moving. A close second is KARLACH, MY GIRL, MY FIREY BFF, like damn I HAD my little battle group (Gale + Astarion + Wyll) when I found her but I adore her so much I'm rotating Gale and Wyll to keep her permanently, SHE JUST WANTED A HUG. 😭
I'm in act 3, I just hit the city! I have no idea how but I am also STILL on my first PT after over a month of play. I love to sniff around under every nook and cranny granted, AND YET I STILL MISSED THINGS, IT'S SO BIG???
So far my route has been a chaotic good route! Outside, uh, occasional murdery hiccups goodbye creche but ya'll were assholes I've mostly managed to follow that alignment, and somehow still made friends with Lae? That was unexpected. I thought she hated my Tav's guts before she hit on her. 😂
Hilarious moments: setting off the giant laser at the monastery cause why wouldn't I grab the shiny weapon (sorry Astarion); being instakilled by Vlaakith at said monastery after basically mocking her with 'if you were really a god you'd be able to just kill someone yourself ha ha-splat'; friends telling me to talk to animals so I got excited when I saw a squirrel and ran to talk to it - it proceeded to bite me, then I failed a persuasion roll about being friends and it told me to fuck off; trying to get to that dwarf lady's husband in the Underdark and shooting an arrow at one of the mushrooms in the field he was in, thinking I could clear them one by one to get to him, only to set off a chain reaction that incinerated him and left the entire field a smoking crater (me as the explosions begin: oh, OH, oh no - wait, sir! Sir! Oh you're fine, you're - oh fuck, RUN SIR RU-shit he's dead); placing my druid in rothe/battle cow shape at the top of a ladder and charging whatever bad guy comes up so they fall back down (catchphrase: MOO, BITCH); and finally, I was having trouble with that one boss guy in the goblin camp, the one that sits on the throne. So when I saw I could get to the rafters, I painstakingly dragged every last explosive barrel and grenade I could find into the room and innocently placed them around the throne, then went up to the rafters and had Astarion shoot a fire arrow. I figured I'd at least bring the guy's health down but instead I set off the fourth of july, blasted that guy so hard he bounced around the room like a pinball before his body wound up glitch-stuck halfway through a wall, but hey, dead as a doornail sooo... it worked? Chaotic good alignment: MASTERED. 🤪
I'm playing a half-elf druid CAUSE I CAN BE AN OWLBEAR OR DINOSAUR TO FIGHT. I now have a chance to run around as a dinosaur druid with my 200 yo elf boyfriend, my BFFs, and find random bowls of poutine, this is the BEST GAME EVER. Also hilariously, I didn't check the stats closely and her intelligence wound up quite low, so she is very wise but also dumb as a bag of hammers, I love her, my first Tav is a good-hearted, unintentional bundle of chaos.
#baldur's gate 3#baldur's gate 3 spoilers#i love this game so fucking much#and i can already tell i'll be playing it repeatedly like mass effect and dragon age#it has been a huge comfort to me even if i only have a little time for it each day
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Ryunosuke Tsunashi - 16 Idol Album - Part 2: The days with my brother from my memories
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
[Disclaimer: I’m NOT a professional translator. I’m using my knowledge from 4 years of university. Please, feel free to let me know if you notice mistranslation/typo/error of any kind]
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*Cut to Ryuu’s house*
Ryunosuke: Anf…anf…! Mum, Souta, I’m home!
Mum: Welcome back. You’re early! Did you come back running?
Ryunosuke: Yeah! I ran back home as soon as the last meeting ended!
Ryunosuke: I wanted to play with Souta
Mum: Did you hear that, Soutaro? Your kind nii chan ran back home for you!
Soutaro: Au!
Ryunosuke: I've washed my hands already, can I play with Soutaro?
Mum: Yes, come here
Ryunosuke: …hello, Soutaro. Were you a good kid?
Soutaro: Kyah, au….!
Ryunosuke: Ah… he’s laughing…how cute!
Mum: It seems he really wanted to see you!
Ryunosuke: You’re right! Eheh…I’m happy to see you too!
Ryunosuke: Ah, today I talked about Souta at school!
Ryunosuke: Yesterday he held my finger tight before sleeping
Ryunosuke: I told everybody at school about that, and they said he’s cute and they want to meet him!
Ryunosuke: I felt so happy they were praising Soutaro!
Soutaro: Uh…?
Ryunosuke: What did you do today, Souta
Soutaro: Au! Kyaa! Kya!
Ryunosuke: Ahahah, did you play with those toys? You love the ones that spin, don’t you?
Ryunosuke:...you want me to spin that? Like this?
Soutaro: Kyah!
Mum: Fufu, Ryunosuke has already become the best big brother! And to think that until a short while ago you were a spoiled child who didn’t even want to sleep alone
Ryunosuke: Y-yes…but I wasn’t a big brother yet, back then…
Ryunosuke: I do sleep alone now…
Mum: Yes, that’s true. I need to prepare dinner now and you obviously are a reliable big brother, so can you look after Soutaro for a while?
Ryunosuke: Of course..! Leave it to me!
Mum: Thank you! I'm relying on you, then
Soutaro: Moo…mm…
Ryunosuke: It’s alright, Soutaro. Mum is cooking
Ryunosuke: You can talk with me until she’s done
Soutaro: Au!
Ryunosuke: Uhm.. What can we talk about?
Ryunosuke: Ah! Souta, I heard that the doctor said you've become 500 grams bigger!
Ryunosuke: That’s amazing! You’re just a little baby and you’re growing bigger and bigger already!
Soutaro: Uh…?
Ryunosuke: You know, I was as small as you years ago. Mum showed me a picture, but I didn’t understand it was me!
Ryunosuke: Dad was in that picture as well, and he seemed like he was about to cry
Ryunosuke: Mum told me that dad cried a lot when I was born
Soutaro: Kyau!
Ryunosuke: Ahahah, are you surprised? Our strong, cool dad was really crying…I also can’t believe it
Mum: Mh? It happened for real!
Mum: He cried his eyes out while screaming “This little boy is Ryunosuke!” He was so happy to meet you
Ryunosuke: Eheh….
Mum: However, if he found out you told Soutaro about that, he would definitely get angry out of embarrassment
Ryunosuke:...ah! Souta, we mustn't tell dad about this story! It’s a secret between me, you and mum
Soutaro: Se…
Ryunosuke: Right. Secret
Ryunosuke: Ahah, you’re stretching your little finger because you want to make a promise? What a good kid, Soutaro
Ryunosuke: Since you're so good, I wonder if I can tell you another secret
Ryunosuke: This is a secret between me and dad
Mum:....? What are you whispering?
Ryunosuke: Waah! I-it’s a secret talk!
Ryunosuke: You can’t listen to it
Mum: Fufu. Alright, alright
Ryunosuke:...you know, Souta. When you were born, me and dad made a promise
Ryunosuke: A man-to-man promise
Soutaro: Plo…?
Ryunosuke: Yeah. When dad can’t be home because of his work, I’ll be the one protecting mum and you
Ryunosuke: I’m not as strong as dad yet, so I may be unreliable…
Ryunosuke: But one day I’ll become strong enough to always be able to protect everybody
Ryunosuke: So you don’t need to worry, Souta. Relax and grow up
Soutaro: Uh….?
Ryunosuke: Ahah, are you sleepy? It’s okay, you need to sleep a lot to grow up
Soutaro: Au…
Mum: Is your secret talk over?
Ryunosuke:...! Yes!
Ryunosuke: Souta seems sleepy, now. Should I put him in bed?
Mum: Do you know how to hold him? Do you want me to do it?
Ryunosuke: No, it’s okay. I watched you do it before, I can do it
Mum: Okay, do it, then. I’ll watch from here
Ryunosuke: Yes…!
Ryunosuke: Souta, come here…oof….
Soutaro: Nnu…
Mum: Good, well done. Pay attention and hold his head properly…
Mum: Yes, good job! Look, he’s sleeping with a happy face
Ryunosuke: He fell asleep in the blink of an eye! And to think that he was playing until just a few minutes ago
Mum: Soutaro is not that fussy when it comes to sleeping
Ryunosuke: Isn’t he cold? Should I wrap him in a blanket?
Mum: Give him that towel blanket, yes
Ryunosuke: Got it!
Ryunosuke: I’ll put his beloved Shīsā plushie next to him as well…
Ryunosuke: How cute…he’s sleeping so peacefully…
Ryunosuke *thinking*:... how mysterious
Ryunosuke *thinking*: Before becoming a big brother, I was afraid to sleep alone. Mum even had to escort me to the toilet at night
Ryunosuke *thinking*: But right after I became Soutaro’s big brother, the things I was scared of started decreasing little by little
Ryunosuke *thinking*: It seems like I gained some kind of mysterious power
Ryunosuke: Is it thanks to Soutaro?
Ryunosuke: It must be because I’m becoming a cool big brother
Ryunosuke: Even when we become adults, Souta, never stop relying on me
End of part 2
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Yess PLEASE do agrere hc’s for Marc 🥹 - 🌱
holy hell i almost lost this post AAAAAA 🫠 3 hip-hips for tumblr imploding on itself!!! (i am This Close to losing it)
ミ﹒﹒🧊🌨️🤍💤🍼
🌙 — regressor marc headcanons!
need i go into detail about why he regresses? i feel like you can click on literally any moon knight episode & use whatever he goes through AT ANY POINT during those ~45 minutes as a reason /hj
his regression is mostly fueled by trauma. even when he's regressed just to relax after a taxing day, it's very easy for it to turn negative in the blink of an eye if he's left alone with his thoughts for too long :(
age range is in between 1 - 4 years old, usually sticking right in the middle at 2, BUT if somebody asks, he's gonna say he's 4, no matter what. even if he's Babey, he will find a way to communicate that he's 4, he is! ... the mooncule can see right through him & his lies
speaking of — jake, steven, & layla (aka, three-fourths of "the mooncule") are his cgs, though i guess you can say the former two are his "main" considering they're always with him..? REGARDLESS, the 3 of them share the title & you BEST believe they dote on him like crazy!! he'll make a teensy noise & layla's CRASHING through the door like “what's wrong, sweetheart?!” while steven & jake r in his ears like “what do you need, love?” / “i'll beat ‘em up, kid, don't even worry about it!” ... the noise in question was unintentional
layla is “laywa”. jake is “jay” or “jay-jay”. steven is “steeben”, “stebie”, or “bubby” / “buba”. he's got a lot more for steven but it's just various shortenings of his name 💀
usually, when he actually is 3 / 4, it's either because he's been feeling particularly playful & carefree, OR his environment makes him feel too uncomfortable to allow himself to properly drop. in the case of the former, he moves around so much more; running away from layla in a game of tag, seeking for her during hide-n-seek, causing chaos with a regressed steven & jake ... he's a lot more talkative too! not as much as steven (regressed or not), but tons more than baby marc
in the case of his environment, marc retreats to the backseat until things are all okay again. usually he'll regress fully afterward if he's comfortable enough, but there r some times when he just stays at that 3 - 4 age range!
BABY moo, on the other hand? ohhh he's such a little sleepy koala (*´˘`*)♡ all he wants to do is snuggle with his stuffies & fall asleep to his show playing in the background. he's not a loud regressor to begin with, but in this smallspace he's reduced to small hums, whines, coos, n just other quieter noises in general. the sleepy-cuddles come from the main reason why he most likely dropped that far in the first place: bad triggers :(( being triggered by something is already draining to begin with, so add regression to the mix & woop, an upset baby on board ... but bad feelings such as that don't last forever <3
naptime, his beloved <3 baby moo or toddler marc, doesn't matter; if jake suggests naptime in any way he can pick up on, there's no tantrum, no stubborn “i don’ wanna...”, no hiding to avoid it, none of it. he might even suggest it himself if he gets sleepy in the middle of the day. only requirement is a bedtime story
oh yeah! the mooncule calls him moomoo (or moo, for short)! for a while, layla thought it was because marc took his stuffed cow everywhere he went after he got her, but low and behold, jake came up with it on the fly one day & steven picked it up shortly after; he's taken to calling marc by that nickname in all scenarios except when there's important information he needs to tell him now ... or when he's big, but yknow
(sometimes he slips up & calls him moo when he isnt small - results r a blushy boy fighting off a sudden impending fuzziness 🫣)
because of that, baby moo genuinely thinks that's his name 😭 layla put this to the test one day when she asked him to spell his name & he put moo. as adorable as that may be, it's also really funny
he has 3 stuffies to his name: mocha, the brown-and-white longhorn cow, miffy, the white bunny, & an eeyore plush. mocha was the product of a build-a-bear visit & miffy is a childhood gift from a cousin. eeyore came in a pack of other winnie the pooh stuffies steven had purchased — he has winnie, layla has piglet, & jake has tigger. miffy in particular gets carried around everywhere when he's regressed, so it's a key way to tell if he's dropped / starting to drop
prefers chewing on specifically steven's sweaters than using a paci?? like veeeery specifically the ones he own. they have to be his or else it doesn't feel the same – partially because steven has a knack for finding the most interesting designs & the softest ones, & partially bc steven just oozes comfort to begin with. if the body has one on, chances are marc has just abandoned his paci to chew on the sleeve. if it's not on while he's in sweater-nom mode ,,, well, he's raiding the closet to find one to nibble on
steven has caught him in the act on multiple occasions — probably more times than he can count on his fingers HFUISDHSIF ,,, he doesn't mind that much, but would prefer him just .. wearing or simply cuddling it instead of chewing on it like a teether (・_・ヾ quite unsanitary
sweaters are not the only thing unsafe from marc's nibbly tendencies!! other things include, but are not limited to (from most normal to weirdest): his thumbs, the sleeve of his own shirts, miffy's right ear, mocha's left horn, steven's knitted scarves, jake's cab hat, jake's crayons, steven's sock that matched a specific outfit, & layla's hair. the hair happened ONCE when he was Very Babey & both of them hated it
if anybody asks if he wants to watch "His Show", they mean Sailor Moon. doesn't matter what side of the spectrum his age range is at that moment; that's his show, don't take it away from him, you will feel his wrath (whining until it's turned back on)
he pretends to dislike being carried around, but when layla demonstrated how easy it was for her to prop him on her hip & go without breaking a sweat, it was impossible for her to put him down again. he doesn't ask for uppies much but layla can tell (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧
marc actually pretends to dislike a lot of little things out of shame about his regression, tbh :( lots of reassurance & patience is needed for him bc he's v sensitive about this part of him as a whole (he's v sensitive when he's small in general; grab some tissues bc man, little buddy is kinda perpetually glossy-eyed /hj)
that being said, he's still a lot more honest about his feelings than big him is. while marc hides what's wrong most of the time to deal with it on his own, moo is nudging jake to co-consciousness bc he spilled juice on his shirt & he's rlly sad about it :(
constantly apologizes for the littlest things, bc he automatically thinks he's done something wrong & he's the one causing great misfortune ... when all he did was drop a plate ( ;´ - `;) he'll apologize for things that have nothing to do with him at all – exhibit a: the time steven stubbed his toe on the corner of his desk & moo automatically said “ ’m sorry!” from headspace, even tho he hadn't taken control of any body part in any way
mumbles so so much, ohhh my goodness *´ㅅ`)ﾞ♥︎ oftentimes even the mumbles r muffled behind his sleeves bc his hands r hovering over his mouth. jake calls him mumblebee 🫶
his favorite game is pattycake (that handclapping game), especially when he's on his younger end. steven n layla love incorporating little tummy tickles at the “put it in the pan!” part (steven wiggles his fingers in the mirror hehe) – they do it every time, & it gets marc giggling like crazy without fail
marc's body doesn't always listen to him as a result of stress & PTSD in a general sense, so it definitely doesn't when he's in his smallspace — to combat that, he wears diapers for extra protection. they give him another source of warmth & security too, but he's so shy abt wearing them for the longest time. jake & steven cheered the day marc decided, on his own, that he was gonna need a dip ,,, 🥹🫶
can't pronounce his r's, l's, or v's right, but he catches himself in the midst of saying them wrong & corrects himself. for example: “hi, ’teeb– ’teevie” or “can't do it wi– right! >:[”. layla is an interesting example bc she has 2 l's in her name, but he only consciously corrects the first. the only time he doesn't correct himself at all is when he's super-duper little ... & that's primarily because he doesn't use words (-ω-；)
coffee is gross now, get it out of his face, ew, yucky, no! very stark contrast to big marc, who's canned two cups of black coffee with a straight face on multiple occasions. but no matter how much sugar & creamer & even coffee flavoring he puts in it, moo just Can Not get it down w/o wrinkling his nose n goin “bleugh”
now ... no one would say they think moo has a massive sweet tooth, but it deff grows in size significantly as if trying to compensate for the lack of coffee (/j). layla's walked in on him w his hand halfway in the cookie jar & he tried to pretend it was steven's doing by putting on a british accent (that wasnt rlly all that bad but definitely Not Steven). she "believed" him, but later in the day when steven is fronting they'll exchange a silent yet knowing glance
self-indulgent pkmn au hc: marc's lunatone doesn't need any kind of outward tell to know when marc is regressing – yknow how psychic-types are! it proves to be a rlly good companion when marc is unable to tell the others - mainly layla, given jake & steven r his headmates - he's feeling small for any reason (sick, in public, etc...). it also proves to be a rlly bad companion when marc is trying to ward off his headspace / keep it a secret, but lunatone is hovering over him w a sippy & a stuffie floating beside it hsisidiekd
#🧸．berry n friends <3#🌱 anon friend <3#moon knight agere#fandom agere#sfw agere#agere asks#agere hcs#i was gonna add bonus winter hcs but w how the post acted when i did im just. not LOL#i ALSO was gonna add a custom BLUE to some of the things but again. tumblr fckin sucks#i still use the app 25/8 tho don't even 😭
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✨ on the dark sea / the road of silver continues to the stars / this is a message brought by the moon.
🌙 s𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬.
1. What does your muse smell like?
virote has a lovely collection of perfume and body mists that he really enjoys. some of them are a little on the typical, high-end of the spectrum like various perfumes from the jasmine + woodsy alien by mugler. then, you have your demeter fragrance oddball scents like petrichor, that smells exactly like the ozone / petrichor of a fallen rain on the dirt. warm, earthy, and ozone. he smells like the weather. whenever you’re close to him, you smell a summer rainstorm. this is usually layered OVER something else! here are a few choice picks he likes to layer with it:
- CHLOE SEVIGNY’S LITTLE FLOWER BY REGIME DES FLEURS / black tea, bleeding heart, blackcurrant bud, peony, palo santo incense, pomelo, honeysuckle, and a precious ottoman rose absolute. described as romantic, dewy, and woody musk.
- AYAMORI’S HINOKI ONSEN / geranium, jasmine sambac, red mandarin, and vetiver. described as described as calming, mood elevating, soothing, and deep.
- MOLTON BROWN’S FIERY PINK PEPPER / pink pepper, ginger, tangerine, nutmeg, osmanthus, lily-of-the-valley, jasmine, labdanum, musk, patchouli, oakmoss, and cedar. very strong spicy fragrance. described as stirring, sultry, and smoldering.
BLACK ALCHEMY LAB’S FAIRY BITE / osmanthus, raw honey with lavender, chamomile, white peppermint, raspberry, honeysuckle, thyme, bergamot, and dracula orchid.
BLACK ALCHEMY LAB’S ICE / eucalyptus blossom, crystalline musk, white ginger, mint, and elemi. oddly described as a ruthless, cold metal, icicle scent.
if you stand too close to him and catch a whiff, you fall in love so uve been warned.
2. What do your muse’s hands feel like?
considering his skincare routine is some of the most hardcore shit in the name of beauty, his hands are just… pillow soft, smooth. he’s always putting on lotion, aloe vera, shea butter. especially shea butter. he finds that shea butter bring out the maximum softness™ in his hands. every friday night he’ll use hand masks for about 20 minutes and those are usually on the lower end of cost since hand masks aren’t super important to his skincare routine. theyre just extra. his favorites are the cheapo epielle hand masks from the dollar store with coconut oil, milk extract, hyaluronic acid. aaaand the tonymoly i’m lovely peach hand masks <: )
3. What does your muse usually eat in a day?
in the morning, he’s usually making a smoothie and having some oatmeal to go with it. throw in a little fruit, maybe even some coffee if he feels like he might not make it through the day. for lunch, he usually opts for something quick, but fresh and satisfying like from a food truck since he’s probably gonna be on the run the moment he’s done. like tacos or kimbap! ESPECIALLY kimbap, he loves that shit. kimbap, some squid chips, and a seltzer water? yeah, babey.
for dinner, it really depends. he might cook something for himself! like curry and laab moo with some roti on the side, tom yum, xiaolongbao with cold noodles, hot pot, maybe some fried tofu with a little sauce over it with some rice maybe a couple of eggs on top of it all. if he orders something it ‘s usually cuban food, ‘cause his ass loves ropa vieja. sometimes indian or greek. japanese. if it’s japanese, he’s goin’ out for okonomiyaki.
as for snacking, he’s usually eating some sort of dried fruit, pistachios, super dark chocolate like 85% dark super bitter and not sweet at all, hummus over super crunchy bread… or some awful shit from taco bell and burger king if he’s having a bad day. he has a lot of bad days so find him at ya local taco bell, ordering a beefy five layer with a baja blast. anyway he loves trying new foods so if a restaurant opens up, he’s there.
4. Does your muse have a good singing voice?
it’s fair! you could even call it pretty. limited range, but pretty. he’s not gonna kill you with it until he tries to karaoke mariah carey. then no one’s surviving those crackly, shrill high notes… awful…….. he will never sing ‘ butterfly ’ without nearly dying…. everyone in the room passes away.
5. Does your muse have any bad habits or nervous ticks?
HIS WHOLE LIFE IS A BAD HABIT.
6. What does your muse usually look like / wear?
oh babey… i can’t even describe… but he dresses better than anyone u’ve ever met… don’t invite him to ur birthday, he’s gonna show up in vintage versace, on a white horse, while 70s underground disco plays. body chains everywhere. he’s so eclectic and fashionable and experimental. runway looks just to go to the store. of course for work he’ll just wear a suit or something casual lol. but outside of work????? u could see him in a $5000 la perla pajama set, eden boots, faux fur coat, and a pearl necklace just to get chips from the gas station. he’s ur glam babygirl…. he’s your goth boyfriend…
7. Is your muse affectionate? How much? How so?
affectionate enough so please don’t touch him a lot. lkjgfdlsgjkl. and idk, he has a hot-cold kind of personality, so sometimes he won’t even look at you. won’t touch you, won’t do anything. if he’s touching a friend, it’s usually when it’s a very intimate moment. like a serious talk or something. he’s not one to grab them up into hugs and shit. he’s not a cuddlebug. but in somber, solemn moments or moments where he wants to make a point, he may touch a hand very briefly. like a little flash of love and absolute trust and vulnerability.
even in his romantic relationships he’ll most likely sit on the waaay opposite end of the couch from his boyfriend if theyre talking. it’s really just best to express in some way that you want to touch him before actually doing it. like you don’t have to outright ask for permission but you need to be really careful about it and indicate something so you don’t weird him the fuck out.
he’s just never been a touchy person. being a domestic abuse survivor didn’t help.
with that said if there’s enough trust gained, he doesn’t mind! but that’s an upward climb that people rarely ever power through. vi’s affection is usually expressed through doing favors and stuff like that anyway.
vi has punched people in the face more than he’s hugged people on his blog and that’s just where he’s at as a person………..
8. What position does your muse sleep in?
vi’s the type to fall asleep wherever he falls so he could be twisted like a pretzel or laid out like a plank. you might even find him face down on his kitchen floor, making friends with the linoleum floors of his kitchen!! on his side, in the bathroom. bent up like a tangled slinky somewhere in his office. it’s like finding a dead body every time you find him sleeping except he’s alive and probably dreaming about kazuki kitamura in a wet t-shirt contest.
9. Could you hear your muse in the hallway from another room?
no and that’s exactly why he’s great at trespassing. u befriend him and ur asking for break-ins. u won’t even know he’s in ur kitchen, eating your french toast like some sort of shitty little moon raccoon. also he can phase thru ur walls? you are not catching him.
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This Place is Not a Home
Tommy meets Puffy, and a deal is made between the two. In exchange for shelter and protection, Tommy will need to do a little farm work.
CW: Religious themes, religious trauma
crossposted to ao3 || Ch 2 || Ch 3 || Ch 4
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Ch 3: A Promising Deal
When Tommy awoke, it was a slow process. He was warm for once, the midnight chill never once reaching where he laid. There was something messing with his hair, he noticed with a blink, tugging on matted curls. It was wet, but gentle, and strange deep breaths moved the strands. It was strange, the soft interaction. He wasn't used to it, but he wasn't going to complain.
He made himself comfortable in the warm atmosphere, so comfortable he was content to let himself fall asleep again, huffing as he turned to bury himself against the hot-running body next to him, small form curling underneath the cover of his wings. Tommy wasn’t sure how much time passed. It could have been twenty minutes or hours, Tommy didn't care. All that mattered was the warmth surrounding him and the noises of strange animals lulling him to sleep.
The next time Tommy wakes, it’s to the animals excited snorts and calls as the wooden door opens, sunlight close to blinding him from where he was hidden. “Good morning you absolute menaces,” a voice greeted the animals. Based on the sound of something being poured and the ruckus as animals either rushed to eat or went to graze somewhere else—probably the meadow based on the sounds of gates being open, Tommy was able to clue in it was feeding time.
Despite this, the animal that was keeping Tommy hidden refused to get up, choosing to shuffle around as Tommy stayed tensed. Tommy prayed that the animal was big enough that he wouldn’t be noticed, or that maybe the owner wouldn’t question why its creature was still laying down.
Tommy couldn’t afford to be found. It would resort to disaster; he could be captured and treated as a pet but live in a cruel and inhumane cage, he could be sent to the government to be experimented on, he could be sold through the black market, he could be killed—or worse, his wings…his precious wings, despite their damage, could be taken away from him. After all, fallen or not, banished or adored– an angel's wings would cost a fortune. If not for the proof of the existence of divine and mystical beings, then for their magical properties they might still possess.
All these possibilities were Hell to be waiting, but the last one terrified Tommy for there was no predicting what it would mean for him. Best case scenario, he would be put in a cage while the human took his feathers and sold them for millions. Maybe it would blend in with the exotic pet road, maybe he would be treated like a circus animal, put on display and forced to perform tricks. Worst case scenario, he’s killed and has his wings stolen from him.
He couldn't afford to be found, and so he stayed curled against the animal, shuffling bedding over him, hoping the noise was muffled over the animal's noises. He stayed silent, and still. He watched as a woman moved about, grabbing buckets and a shovel, greeting animals and caring for them.
When she approached the stall he was in, he heard her let out a fond breath, “you still sleeping Duffle?” Tommy didn't dare to breathe, hoping that if he stayed low, she would pass him off as just a simple strange lump made by the animal.
But then there was a gasp, sharper this time, and he froze as she banished the shovel as a weapon. “What do you think you’re doing,” she demanded. He couldn't move, couldn't speak. All he could do was watch as the animal–a cow– got up, and nuzzled his head, a soft moo making the women hesitate her approach.
“Oh,” she mumbled. “Oh, I see.” She slowly approached him now, gently rushing the bedding off until she could make eye contact with him. He didn't move as her eyes swapped over his face, studying him for something . Her eyes raked over to his wings, and he tensed even more, not knowing what to expect. He couldn't run, he was already done and she was looming over him, and the entrance was too far. He could fight, but in his weakened state…
Before he could panic more, she stepped back, and sat down in front of him. The shovel was tossed aside, and she had her hands facing Tommy, palms upright and flat. She was trying to seem less of a threat, and Tommy’s head titled in confusion.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” she promised. “I know that’s hard to believe, but I'm not. How about we go inside, yeah?” Tommy knew he couldn't say no, he wasn't in a position to protest. He nodded reluctantly, and followed her to the house he saw earlier, wings poofed and fluttering the whole time.
(He noticed her questioning stares. Despite knowing the risks of having them out in the open, he couldn't…he didn't really care. He was so tired, and he didn't feel like fighting anymore. If she took his wings, then that just a sign that Tommy never was redeemable, not anymore.)
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The lady led him to her living room, a small beige room whose space was taken up by the couches and boxes and bags scattered about, pictures here and there with books. There was a yellow carpet with orange designs, it reminded him of the sun.
With a mutter, she said she was going to be back with something called hot chocolate. Tommy watched her leave before roaming his eyes around the room, at one point eyeing the picture frames. From where he was sitting, the window casted a glare that made it hard to distinguish what was in the photos, but whoever was in it must be loved. There were a lot of photos, and Tommy vaguely remembers from his past life how much he loved photos for the reason that they would capture joyous moments with those he called family.
(Tommy wondered if the woman had a scrapbook, full of little moments with her animals and those she loves. She looked like the type to keep one.)
His train of thought was interrupted as the women came back into the living room, handing him a red mug with a soft “Be careful it’s hot” before sighing as she sat on a couch in the corner of the room. A window was behind her, and the rising morning sun painted her in such a soft light that, briefly, Tommy had the urge to ask if she was an angel herself. But that was impossible. Heaven would not have sent him anywhere remotely close to another Fallen—if she was one—and one living without their wings was unheard of.
They sat there in silence for a few minutes, the women still as she stared down at her hands, deep in thought. Tommy, when he finally took a sip from the drink, was surprised by how sweet it was. It was soothing in a way he wasn’t familiar with, and he liked the white masses that were in it. Marshmallows, he thinks they were called.
“Thank you for the drink”, Tommy told the women when he was done. “You didn’t– you didn’t need to do that for me.”
The woman looked up at last, clearly mulling over something despite her friendly smile. “It’s no problem.” She paused, hesitating with her next sentence. “You look…you look like you need help,” she made an abrupt gesture to Tommy’s wings before quickly dropping her hands again when Tommy tensed, wings curling further behind him in an attempt to keep the extra appendages hidden. “It would be cruel of me not to help,” she softly continued. She didn’t mention the wings, and Tommy wasn’t sure if he wanted her to or not.
“I have an offer for you. You can stay here, free of charge, free of–” a glance to his wings before focusing back to him ”–well, you know. I live alone, far away from the city. You wouldn’t have to worry about people coming for you, or have to live in a life constantly worried about what danger is lurking around the corner. All I ask is that you help out with the animals and contribute to the workload,” she explained. “For now you won’t do any heavy lifting, but it's just something to keep you occupied.”
Tommy looked down at his hands as he fidgeted in his seat, wings rumpled from where he was sitting, white and gold feathers gliding down to the floor. It was a tempting offer, but he was still cautious. He didn’t think she would harm him, already having enough opportunities to do so, but haven’t. If she was right about being far from civilization, he wouldn’t have to worry about hiding his wings or staying hidden. Maybe, and this was a big if, maybe she would even let him fly from time to time. Well. If his wings ever recovered enough to take flight again.
Tommy was tired, but he couldn’t deny how perfect her offer was. But that was part of the problem: it was too perfect. Not even Heaven was this perfect, nobody was this kind, especially down at Earth.
There had to be a catch, but what? “What do you want from me?” Tommy asked her, making direct eye contact in hopes that will allow him to detect any lies.
The women looked taken aback, sitting up straighter at Tommy’s words. “What? What do–” a tense laugh– “what do you mean by that?” If it weren’t for the alarm in her voice, Tommy would have thought he caught her in an attempt at an obvious lie. But the fear in her eyes, it wasn’t for herself, but for Tommy.
“Well I just,” he waved his hands around, eyes flickering around as his anxiety started to take further root, “I just thought there was a catch. There has to be a catch right, I mean, no one is—there’s no way you’re that kind. Nobody is like that.”
And I mean, look at me,” his feathers raised up, “I know these don’t look that appealing, but they,” his voice stuttered, not sure if he wanted to point out the potential his wings hold, “well I mean—surely you know what these are right?”
The woman stayed silent, an unrecognizable look in her face. Tommy couldn’t help but to tense at this, already sure of the worst possible outcomes. He had hoped that maybe she was kind, that maybe she was different, but he was wrong. He was wrong, and oh , did he just ruin his chances of survival.
Tommy’s thoughts were interrupted when the woman sighed, wood creaking as she shifts on the couch as her face turned more serious, more stern. “Listen kid, I know what those wings are, I know what you are, but I don’t... Even if I had ill intent towards you–which I don’t–those wings don’t hold much value.” Tommy stared down at his hands at her words, thoughts freezing. They don’t hold value? That’s, that’s impossible. Sure they’re mangled and don’t look amazing, but they were angle wings. Fallen, sure, but at the end of the day they were proof the divine existed. That Lady Clara existed.
“I don’t understand,” Tommy muttered, wings circling around him. “How could—why would they value so little?”
“Times have changed,” the woman explained. Tommy wasn’t sure how much time has changed since he last set foot on Earth, but it couldn’t have been that much time. At most, maybe a century, but even then, surely a lot hasn’t changed…right? The woman continued, “it’s so easy to fake contraptions that look like wings. Sure, maybe some people would take your wings as proof of supernatural beings, others would just call me a fake.”
So, I have a proposal for you. I live alone out here, which isn’t a bad thing. I need the space for all the animals, and the outskirts of L’Manburg is a perfect distance for us out here,” Tommy assumed ‘us’ was the animals. He wondered how many she had, if he already met all of them last night when he took shelter, or if she had more.
“I could always appreciate a helping hand,” the woman proposed again. “I wouldn’t expect much from you, just help me around the house, maybe take care of a few animals here and there. In exchange, you can live here for as long as you want.”
Tommy was tempted to take the offer. The lady seemed empathetic, and if she wanted to harm him, she would've already. He needed a place to recover, and the idea of having shelter and a constant source of food was undoubtedly better than where he was hiding previously. “You promise you won’t hurt me? Swear it on Lady Clara and your soul no harm will come to me?”
“I promise, as long as you stay within the fences of the farm, not a single feather of yours will be harmed.”
Tommy nodded, wings relaxing at the words. Call him naive, but he believed in promises, believed that people would stay true to their word. The other angels said this was the reason he died in his past life, he had allowed others to take advantage of him until they couldn’t anymore. Tommy refused to view this as a weakness however. He refused to believe that compassion was something to second guess, refused to see kindness as a flaw.
(Maybe this was just another thing that separated him from the other angels)
“Ok”, Tommy mumbled. “I would..I would like that. Staying, I mean.”
The woman just smiled at him gently, relief in her eyes. “That’s good,” she hummed.
#mcytblr au fest#mcytblraufest23#this place is not a home#dream smp#dsmp#c!tommy#dsmp tommy#c!puffy#dsmp puffy#cryingtulips.writes
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a bunch of little doodles I did via requests on Twitter right after I moved! they are very silly
(image descriptions under cut!)
[Image 1: A black-and-white drawing of Professor Layton doing a dab, looking confused.]
[Image 2: A black-and-white drawing of a Moo from Klonoa sitting with a placid smile. Text on top reads "OH I AM THI" and text below reads "I AM THINKEIGN [misspelled 'thinking'] SO MANY THOUGHT"]
[Image 3: A black-and-white drawing of Holly, wearing a button-up blouse, long pleated skirt, and boots, standing next to an enormous owl.]
[Image 4: A small black-and-white drawing of a pig seen from the side, looking slightly up. Large text above reads (sic) "pige."]
[Image 5: A black-and-white drawing of a goblin with large ears and tattered shorts, running and playing a pan flute with a mischievous expression.]
#anonymous puzzler art#hollowtones#hp hollowtones#professor layton#klonoa#i can't get over that fucking goblin
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