#( she's scawed ;w; )

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@investigationshoujo said.

❛  just breathe, just relax, it'll be okay.  ❜ tsuuuu ❤️

Naomi's face, for what it was worth, is drawn into a straight line.

Shaking hands share her secrets, like a mask shredded. Her knuckles are white from her tight grip, and her eyes are trained downwards, away from the window. It was.... a bad combination. Heavy rain battered the windows, hitting strikes of droplets against the fire escape; her room was lit by taper candles, the box fan whirring by the grace of a generator.

Flood waters destroyed her first home, it was only natural to panic about the second. It's just panic though, she tells herself. The power would come back on soon, the storm will roll through, and unlike the deteriorating dome, Inkopolis had real drains.

Madoka's hand rests on hers, and Naomi squeezes back gently. " Thank you. " Her voice is soft, and she reaches one tentacle over to wrap around Madoka's forearm - it was considered kind, friendly, to the Octarian raised girl. Naomi comments, " Just a bad day for rain. "

SPEAK NOW ✰ ACCEPTING

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[jacksdinonuggets]

Spoiling

Summary: Alador finds out about Amity's regression coping mechanism and spoils her with all the little stuff she can imagine.

Amity was happily regressing inside her room. She had her thumb in her mouth and was silently playing a small azura doll she managed to buy when her parents didn’t force her to go to the market with an abomination or her siblings. Even though she didn’t own many little items, it still helped. Sure, she would only regress for about an hour before becoming bored and slipping out. But anyways, as she was playing with a small azura action figure, she heard a knock at the door. 

Unfortunately, before she could even answer, the door opened and Alador came into view. He looked at for a second and she looked at him. Then tears started to roll down her face as she cried from embarrassment. She hadn’t expected him to find this out!

Alador was confused by Amity’s appearance and behavior. She hadn’t sucked on her thumb since she was a witchling. But then again, maybe she’s just going back to old behaviors. When she was younger, she had her pacifier taken away before she was ready and would often suck on her thumb until she was 7. But the possibility was pretty low. This was definitely something else.

“Hey, hey, its okay, Mittens,” Alador said in a soothing voice, sensing a meltdown about to happen. He knew something was strange in Amity. It was like she was more kid-like.

“Is not!” She sobbed and curled in on herself. Alador kneeled down and lightly touched her arm, looking for some kind of reaction. Amity flinched and began to lightly scream.

“Sh. shh, its okay. Everything is okay, deep breaths,” Alador instructed. Amity tried to but being in front of her father made everything worse. She was so scared.

“Uhh, uhh,” Alador looked around the room, trying to find something to help calm the girl down. He grabbed her comforter and swaddled her in it tightly. It actually seemed to make her feel better.

When Amity was swaddled, she felt so small. Like she was a little baby being swaddled by her dada. 

“Thats it, sweetie, you’re okay,” He assured her. As he waited for her tears to stop, he fidgeted with his fingers.

“Can you… uh.. Tell me what caused this?” He asked, nervously once Amity was ready. Unfortunately, recovering from the big meltdown had made her grow back up.

“W-well, I a-age regress, which means I go back mentally to a younger state of mind like 2 or 3 to cope. I sometimes do it when the week is stressful… I- I got scaw- scared when you came in, cuz I thought you’d judge me,” She admitted, still swaddled

“That’s what that was? Honey, I’m not going to judge you for how you cope. I don’t know about it but I’m fine with doing research!” He told her. She smiled slightly.

“Th-thank you.”

After that, Alador left Amity alone and went back to his workshop. However, he couldn’t help but wonder about the coping mechanism. He pulled out his scroll and looked up a few questions. Once a bit of researching, he started to really understand it. He learned about caregivers and age ranges. In all honesty, he kind of wanted to be a caregiver. He spent most of Amity’s childhood working and missed out on a lot. Plus the girl had to grow up so fast and he always wanted to give her a nice childhood. Then he got an idea. He looked up some agere items that some regressors may use and realized that there were actually places at the market that sold some of that stuff. An idea for a surprise came into his mind. He knew exactly what he was going to do the next day.

The next day, Amity was woken up by her father softly shaking her awake.

“Dad? What time is it?” she asked, sleepily.

“Its 8:45. I want to take you out to the market today, but most of the places I want to take you to are only open in the morning.” Alador told her.

“Hmm, okay, let me get changed,” Alador left the room to let his daughter get into something more publicly acceptable (something that’s not pajamas).

Once she was done she went downstairs and was met with a bowl of cereal at the kitchen table. She finished eating it before Alador came down with his wallet.

“You ready to go?” he asked, very excited to show her the surprise he has.

“Almost!” She gulped down her cereal and went to put on her shoes. She was now getting excited too. 

The duo walked down the streets of bonesborough, passing by stalls and restaurants. Alador looked down at his scroll to try and mind a map to the place they would be going to first; finally, he found it and it wasn’t too far away.

“It close by, come on, Mittens!” he dragged her along while he was practically running to their first destination. He was so excited. Amity coming out as a regressor was the best thing because now he gets to see her childlike, innocent smile when he spoils her. 

Finally he stopped outside of a shop that he had always wanted to take the kids to but never go the chance.

“Build-a-Stuffy?” Amity asked, confused. Not gonna lie, the big stuffed animal stall with all the little kids running around, kind of made her feel innocent, and happy.

“So, you know how i never got much of a chance to spoil you guys or play with you when you were younger? Well, i did a lot of research on the regression thing and i want to help care for you. I want you to go pick out whatever stuffed animal you want and accessories,” He told her

Amity could feel tears pricking at her eyes, threatening to spill. This was like, the best thing that has happened! He was being a good father now. But she couldn’t help but feel a bit of guilt.

“But, I don’t have enough snails,” she pulled out her wallet and took out 10 snails, barely enough for a t-shirt for a stuffy.

“No, no, no, I’ll be paying. Besides, we have so many other places to go to, i don’t want you to spend all of your snails in one place!” He said, jokingly. Amity put her snails away and gave him a hug.

“Thank you,” Her voice was muffled against his shirt but he just kissed her head and rubbed her head.

“Now, do you want to go build a stuffy?” He asked, pulling away slightly. Amity nodded with a huge grin on her face.

She ran over to the stalls that held the skins and looked through them. She was having a difficulty choosing until she saw the perfect one.

“Dady- Dad! Look! She brought him over and showed him the stuffed animal she picked out. 

“Its Otabin!” Exclaimed Amity.

“I see, you wanna get him?” He asked and she nodded. As she ran over to the stuffer machine and waited in line, she stimmed and flapped her free hand. Alador could definitely tell she slipped.

Alador waited until she was done with the heart ritual and made her wish. She hugged Otabin tightly once he was sewn up with magic. She got his cape accessory and shorts before they went to print out the certificate.

When they were done paying, Amity gently threw her stuffy up in the ar and caught him again, giving him another hug.

“You like Otabin, sweetie?” 

“I love him! Thank you!” She told her father, who softly patted her and her stuffy’s head.

The next stall they came up to was a onesie shop. They had the classic footie pajamas but also had normal onesies and playsuits. Amity ran over excitedly to the blue kitty pattern onesie. She pointed at it and her dad nodded, Ruffling her hair. She always wanted an azura playsuit and got that too. She tried them on and found them both really comfy. Alador also thought she looked really adorable and baby when she came out of the fitting room.

Once she changed back into her normal clothes, they paid for the pajamas and went on there way to the next shop. 

This shop was a bit different. It was a little item shop. Apparently, age regression was popular on the boiling isles, or you just needed to really search for it. But anyways, it had a little bit of every agere item. They had a few small stuffies, paci’s, bottles, diapers, and blankies. 

“Woah! Dis place has everything?!” she sounded flabbergasted. Alador chuckled slightly at her reaction.

“Yes, Mittens, they have everything. Just not too big of a stock,” He answered.

Amity went over to the paci’s and looked through them. The owner/employee, came over to her.

“Hey there, Little one, you need help with anything?” The demon asked in a sweet, motherly voice. However, Amity never realized how scary it was to regress in front of new people because she immediately back up and hid behind Alador.

“She’s a bit shy, I hope you don’t mind,” Alador told the lady, recognizing Amity's behavior from when she was physically younger.

“Its okay, we get a couple of shy littles here,” She smiled sweetly which made Amity start to come out of her shell and move up a little closer to get a good view of the paci’s. The lady could tell she wanted to take a look but was scared to because she was there so she simply went over to restock the diapers while she looked.

“Hmm, I like dis one!” she pointed to a pacifier with a lavender shield, light pink button, and purple handle.

“Good choice, sweetie. Anything else you want?” he asked. She nodded, still hugging Otabin tightly to her chest.

She went over to the sippy cups and picked out a purple abomination themed one. She also picked out a cute ducky bottle and waited for Alador to ring them up.

Alador summoned an abomination to carry some of their stuff and it walked beside them as they went to more stalls.

After a couple more shops and stuffies and kids books later, Amity was exhausted. It was noon but she kept rubbing her eyes and yawning. Clearly, a nap was needed. Luckily, a shop selling staff-seats was near by. Fortunately, they didn;t just have baby sizes but teen ones made for smaller demons or witches with disabilities. He quickly got one and put it on ratador. 

He led Amity into a secluded place so she wouldn’t get embarrassed and slip out of her small headspace while boarding the staff-seat. He lifted his sleepy girl up and clicked her and Otabin into the seat. He turned the abomination into a bag and tied it to the back of the staff. Very quickly, Amity fell asleep on the ride back home.

When they returned, Ed and Em saw Alador carrying a sleeping Amity, holding a new stuffy, on his back with an abomination bag floating behind them. Luckily, the twins knew about her regression and helped Alador tuck Amity into her bed.

Alador unpacked all of the little stuff in his study, which was the only clean room he owned that Odalia almost never went into (didn’t want to disrupt his paperwork). So he figured this would be a good place to keep all of her items. Even though he definitely splurged a lot, It was all worth it for her.

[spooky-boi-writes]

Thank God for My Little Space

Words: 1,122

Ships: Amanda young/Lynn denlon, Amanda young & Mark Hoffman

Summery: “we’re you scawed when you saw’d it?”

“Yes hunny, the ghosties got to me.”

Or,

Amanda in little space with her caregivers Mark and Lynn!!

Mark might be a little OOC but that’s not important I want him to be mushy w Mandy is that too much to ask

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Ao3

In her many years of living, Amanda stepped into her room and knew this would be her most difficult task.

She pushed open her closet door with all her might, shoving clothes everywhere to get to the extra hangers stuffed in the back. As she shuffled around, she found the perfect candidate to strike fear into those around her. She held it up to herself, adjusting it a bit, and threw it onto her bed. She applied it to herself, pulling it over her shoulders and buttoning where it needed to be buttoned. After assessing in the mirror, she left her room and entered the living room, making Lynn’s head twitch up to meet her gaze; Lynn’s eyes grew wide as she looked at what Amanda was wearing.

“Oh hello, lovebug. You put your onesie on all by yourself!” Lynn smiled.

Mandy nodded. “Ghosts.”

“Yes it has a bunch of ghosts baby!” Lynn signaled for Amanda to come closer and sit with her. Amanda waddled up to her and plopped beside her.

“Spooky.”

“Yes dear, it’s very spooky! It’s also inside out, do you mind if I fix it for you?”

Amanda nodded and let Lynn start to put it back right side out. “Were you scawed when you saw’d it?”

“Yes hunny,” Lynn replied while flipping the fabric. “The ghosties got to me.”

Amanda giggled while Lynn pulled the onesie back over her, kicking her feet and starting to bounce.

“Baby you gotta hold still for just a sec, okay?”

“Okayyy!” Amanda replied and stayed as stiff as possible, making it difficult for Lynn to redress her. Lynn sighed and worked with it.

“Snack please?” Mandy asked, pawing at Lynn and kicking her feet again.

“Okay baby, sit here while I grab you something, okay?”

“Yes mommy I do that.” Mandy once again sat very still while Lynn rose and went to the kitchen. Amanda looked around, eyes scanning the living room for her pile of stuffies. When she looked she realized Mark wasn’t anywhere to be found. Tears welled up in her eyes when she noticed and she called out for Lynn.

“Momma! Momma where Mark go?” tears fell on Amanda’s cheeks and she frantically looked around the room. “Momma!!”

Lynn ran back into the room, apple slices and puffs on a little plate. “Mark went to the store, baby. He’ll be back soon and a-okay.” She placed the snack on the table in front of her.

“Okay…” Amanda sat and pouted while Lynn rubbed the tears off her face.

“How about I put on Tooby and Bino and grab you your shark while you eat your snackie, does that sound okay baby?” Lynn brushed her hands through Amanda’s hair. Mandy nodded just barely and grabbed her plate while Lynn grabbed the remote to work the TV, walking towards the stuffy corner. She selected the show and the episode started, making Mandy happy stim while she ate.

Soon Lynn placed next to her a weighted shark plush named Baba right next to Mandy. As she noticed she started squealing and grabbing at it.

“Careful not to get your snack on him, love.” Lynn smiled and got up to grab them both a drink. When she came back, glass and sippy in hand, Amanda was shoving Baba’s face into her plate and somehow the Tv had changed to Pajanimals.

“Well,” Lynn sighed and placed their drinks on the table, cuddling Amanda close to her. Around halfway through the episode the sound of a key jiggling a lock took both of their attention. At first, Amanda cowered behind her shark, but as Mark’s voice rang through the entrance she squealed and jumped up.

Quicker than the blink of an eye she was by his side, smacking his arm. “Mark! Mark, I missed you!” She giggled and reached around his neck to hug him. The detective stood still with his arms full of grocery bags and made eye contact with Lynn, who was entirely amused by the situation.

“Hey kid,” he looked down at the girl hugging him, then his arms full of groceries. “How about you help me put these in the kitchen?”

“Yah!” She giggled and started to take a bag from his arm. She trailed to the kitchen with one bag in hand and placed it gently on the counter as Mark walked in behind her and placed about 15 more bags next to Amanda’s.

“Thanks for the help, kiddo.” He said, rubbing his arms where the bags had been. Mandy giggled again and reached for him to pick her up. Mark complied and carried her around the kitchen as he started to unload bags. He got through about three before Amanda got impatient and tried to get him to the couch.

“Hold on, let me finish this bag; there’s a surprise for you.” He bounced her in his arms as he said it and Mandy started smiling and reaching for the bag. “Hold on, hold on.” He said as he slowly handed her a bag of strawberry gummies. She squealed and started trying to open it.

“No wonder you're her favorite.” Lynn rolled her eyes as she unpacked bags across from the other two.

“What can I say? I’m simply better at parenting.”

“You’re better at spoiling, more like.”

“Where’d she get the onesie she’s wearing Lynn? Or Baba, for that matter, cause I don’t seem to recall being the one to get those for her.”

“Yeah, well-“ Lynn was cut off by Amanda trying her damndest to plop back onto the floor from Mark’s arms.

“Alright, alright little tyke relax.” He lowered her slowly and she quickly sped off to the couch. Her adults smiled and followed after her, groceries forgotten.

When they arrived, much slower than Amanda, she was already seated on the couch. Mark walked over to her and picked her up, stealing her seat so he could set her on his lap. She curled up with Baba and buried her head in Mark's shoulder. Lynn sat a couple seats away from them, and when Mandy noticed she crawled off Mark.

“Mama…” she mumbled and pouted, still holding her unopened gummies and Baba.

“Oh now you want me?” Lynn laughed and sat closer to the two of them.

“What does that mean?” Mark asked pulling Mandy to sit down between the both of them.

“Earlier she was doing nothing but complaining for you, but now she’s complaining for me.” The two laughed.

“The lady knows what she wants.” Mark shrugged and wrapped his arm around Mandy. Amanda giggled and squished herself into the couch, snuggling up to both her caregivers at once. Lynn gave her her paci and she fell asleep while they watched Mr. Rogers.

[hoshi-neko-hikari]

“W-wet’s keep going.” Hikari held Ayla’s hand as they continued through the school, soon finding their way to the playhouse.

“Wait, isn’t this the pwace Owwie’s scawed of?” Hikari gulped. She then found another hand for the grabpack. It was a flare gun.

Hikari in Playcare (open rp)

Hikari found herself at playtime co in the factory’s playcare. Unfortunately, it wasn’t what it used to be. It was void of color, scary, ominous, and there was a chill in the air.

“Hewwo? Hewwo?” The place was completely abandoned.

“What happened hewe?”

She soon found a doll of an old smiling critter named Catnap. She had one too until it got recalled.

She tried to find out what happened in the playcare, unaware that she was being followed.

Tagging:

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[jerek]

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[flurdall-a]

@orionblood​ said:  “ Wh--why are you giving me your garbage? ” || ask || meme

She looks down at her extended hand in horror for a moment, before looking back up at him, her expression softening with relief. ( For a moment, she worried that it was actually trash that was in her hand, but no, the wrappers and old receipts were in her other hand )

      “ Oh! No, darlin’, this isn’t trash, it’s a bag of herbs, specifically for a tea -- ”   he hadn’t asked for it, or ordered anything similar ( or anything at all for that matter ), but his aura suggested to her that he has been touched by many dark creatures before, and this tea was meant for the cleansing of such dark energies,   “ I think you could use it; it’s on the house,” she chirped like a Scottish songbird, offering a smile.

[punkcherries]

i feel like ppl either like. underestimate or misunderstand what neglect looks like and how harmful it is and wht the effects of it are nd stuff

[tinylilacbun]

Ok ok hear me out

Big man daddy!thor beinf totally shit scared of cicadas for some reason they scream at him

Reader not knowing and going out in the garden and come back with like 13 cicadas on her

Rip thor✋

Scary bugs?

(GIF not mine)

Pairing: daddy!Thor x little!reader

Warnings: Age Regression, bugs (cicadas), slight angst, fluff

A/N: Rip me ✋🏻😩 I just googled what they are because I never heard of them and now I'm scared. To be be honest, I watched 2 videos and they say they are harmless but STILL THEY LOOK SCARY I WOULD UNDERSTAND HIM

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When you woke up from your nap you looked over at your still sound asleep Daddy and decided not to wake him and to go into the gardens.

You found some beautiful bugs on a tree and wanted to show them to your Daddy when he woke up.

Little did you know that those bugs were cicadas and that Thor is beyond scared of them.

On your way back to your chambers you crossed Loki on the way and he needed a second look at you to see your hands and arms were full of those said bugs.

"Uh, little one. What are you doing with all those bugs?" he chuckled and gestured to your arms.

"I wanna show 'em, Daddy, because they wook so beautiful," you said smiling brightly as usual and Loki smirked.

"Oh, he will love them. I'm sure of that" he pats your head and you wandered off. "he's going to kill me later, but that's worth it"

When the guards opened the doors for you, you saw him still sleeping on his back and walked next to the bed.

"Daddy" you whispered and he stirred a bit. "Daddy, wake up" you tried again and he just grumbled something in response. "Daddy!"

"What happened! Is it Y/n!" he jolt upright and relaxed soon as he saw you. "God...princess, you scared- ahhh!!"

He jumped up from the bed and began to scream like a girl, which made you giggle.

"W-Why are you having these here?!" he screeched and pointed at your arms violently.

"I found 'em outside an' wanted to show you, 'cause they're beautiful" you smiled innocently and stepped closer to him.

Suddenly the bugs on you begun to scream too? And with that Thor began to scream again and covered his ears.

"What happened!" Frigga barked into the room with two guards behind her.

When she saw her son in a corner and you full of the cicadas she chuckled and turned them into butterflies, making you squeal and chase them.

While you were distracted she walked over to Thor.

"I thought you and the little one were attacked," she said and Thor looked offended.

"I WAS BEING ATTACKED!"

"I can't believe that my daughter-in-law scared you, Thor, son of Odin and God of Thunder, with some bugs" she chuckled and left.

When the butterflies disappeared you saw your Daddy, hands on his hips and catching his breath. You felt bad for scaring him and hugged him.

"Sowwy I scawed you," you said and he wrapped his arms around you. "but Loki said you would be excited to see them"

When you said that Thor pulled away and had his hands on your shoulders.

"Loki told you that?" he asked and you nodded. "All right, I'm gonna be right back"

He kissed your head and hurried out of the room and you heard him yelling out for Loki.

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[dayabot]

it's giving ohhh noooo daya i'm scawed you're scawing me it's about her at your back with the knife pressed to your throat it's a threat it's a promise it's so sharp and Cold unlike her fingers when she touches you it's giving her whispering in your ear all low all quiet allllll awww baby but you're so wet giggles do you always get this wet when you're scared, when you're fearing for your life w— it's mid, this is all very mid honestly, that's not even a real knife, she's mid and doesn't even know how to use a real knife

[stickstone]

“you promised”

full story under the cut

rattletail was having that nightmare again.

she was running. westclan camp was burning and she couldn’t see anyone. she kept running.

they were at the bridge now. the flames rose high, and emanated a bright light. but the figure standing at the edge of the bridge was covered in shadow.

rattletail knew what happened next. they had been here so many times already. they leapt, and tackled the figure off the bridge.

as the two fell, time seemed to slow down. rattletail tried to look at the figure’s face.

it shifted. it was sillystring. the figure’s face shifted again. silverstar. and again. gallowshill.

the figure’s face kept shifting into cats rattletail knew all too well.

and then it landed on her own face.

the two hit the water with a splash.

this was usually where rattletail woke up. but not this time.

now, rattletail stood at the edge of the nursery.

confused, she peaked inside.

two kits were playing. they were laughing without a care in the world.

one of the kits tripped. he let out a wail, “wattlekit! hewp! I think I’m bweeding!”

the other kit ran over, helping the smaller one to his feet, “cowkit, you’re not bleeding. stop being so dramatic.” rattlekit teased.

cowkit was crying now. “I’m not being dwamatic! I huwt my pwecious widdle face!”

rattlekit’s teasing smile dropped. she sighed, “I’m sorry cowkit. where does it hurt?”

cowkit gestured to the spot above his left eye.

rattlekit tilted their head. “looks like you bumped it. I’ll go get tumblefoot-“

as rattlekit stood up, cowkit placed a paw on her shoulder. “w-wattlekit?”

“yes cowkit?”

“pwomise me you’ww awways be thewe fow me.”

rattlekit paused for a moment. they nodded.

rattletail and rattlekit spoke the words in tandem. “yes cowkit. I’ll always be there to protect you. I promise.”

a burst of flames blocked rattletail’s view of the nursery. they turned. they were back on the bridge again.

cowstar was crying.

“w-wattletaiw? wattletaiw oh thank stawcwan, I thought I was going to die.”

cowstar stepped towards rattletail, trying to get off the bridge.

rattletail stepped in front of him.

“wattletaiw?”

tears ran down rattletail’s face. she could only find the strength to mutter one thing. “cowstar..... I’m sorry.”

cowstar’s eyes filled with fear. “no. no! pwease don’t do this wattletaiw! not you too! evewyone in westcwan has betwayed me, pwease not you too!”

he looked around desperately as rattletail stepped forward.

“I-I know I’ve been bad, b-but what if I can change! wattletaiw pwease, pwease don’t huwt me!”

rattletail paused. *what if he could have changed...*

before they could complete the thought, cowstar took the opportunity to jump at her.

rattletail hissed as cowstar pushed her face into the fire. she remembered this pain all too well.

rattletail shoved cowstar off, anger fueling her despite the burns. they had him pinned now.

rattletail dragged him close to the bridge’s edge.

he screamed. “wattletaiw! pwease don’t! pwease, I-I’m scawed! y-you pwomised!”

“you promised.”

rattletail was back in the nursery. cowkit was nowhere to be seen. it was dark, but rattletail could hear the crackle of embers outside the den walls.

rattlekit stared her down. there was a mix of pain and fury in their eyes as they repeated themself.

“you promised.”

rattletail lowered her head. “I-I’m sorry. there was nothing else I could have done.”

rattlekit glared. “he was my best friend. and you killed him.”

“he was a tyrant.”

“he was like a brother to you.”

“he was a monster.”

“he needed you.”

“no,” rattletail growled, “westclan needed me. I did the right thing.”

“you lied to westclan. or had you forgotten about that?”

“I lied to protect them!”

“you lied to protect yourself!”

rattletail lowered their head. “I-I did the right thing.”

rattlekit said nothing more.

fire devoured the den walls, but rattlekit did not move. she simply sat still, glaring rattletail down as the world burned around them.

rattletail awoke with a jolt.

[dobushira]

anonymous said: The Fuwwy Piwwaw is weawnying the ways of the uwu o//w//o | Unprompted | Always accepting!

“What the fuck is a ‘fuwwy’?! WHAT IS UWU?! Someone help me, pwease! I’m scawed!” Someone please make this buffoonery end. She only has so much sanity left and this is quickly lessening it.

[queenofthefaces]

I’m reading a webcomic and there’s this one character who like I guess we’re supposed to feel bad for but I have 0 sympathy for her

She’s jealous of our main character so she locks her in a dilapidated storage room which sends MC and Other MC to the hospital, she THEN this girl spreads ugly rumors about MC that make everyone hate and harass her—and our MC is incredibly shy and reserved BECAUSE SHE WAS MERCULESSLY BULLIED IN MIDDLE SCHOOL and had NO ONE to support her cause she’s an ORPHAN who lived w shitty aunt/uncle who hated her.

So like. What. Are we supposed to feel bad for this lying, manipulative bully bc?? The guy she likes is an idiot who doesn’t realize he’s liked?? That he rejected her?? Fuck that

Fuck that to hell I don’t care that this girl is ~scawed~ of being ~abandoned~ by her friends cause like. If ur an immature selfish bitch maybe all ur friends are leaving you BECAUSE you’re an asshole lmao

[yukiwrites]

Scared, but Brave

Thank you for the support as always, @xpegasusuniverse ! This one was so heart-warming to write, I hope you like it!

Summary: Panne and Lon’qu live quietly by the edges of Castle Ferox, sharing a special ritual only known to their family. After being born, Young Yarne naturally takes part in that routine, but one day he was startled by a pack of mountain wolves...

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Panne had very little trouble adapting herself to live in Ferox alongside her husband, Lon'qu. Her fur protected her from the cold and the mountains were raw for her to explore to her heart's content -- which she did, constantly.

Over the course of the years, the couple realized they had formed a silent routine; both of them were early-risers -- and the lack of sunlight during the feroxi mornings was simply due to the icy weather -- so they did precisely that: Panne woke up with the slight change in the air to give a few rounds all over the mountain forest behind the castle so as to always keep her inner beast appeased and sharp. Lon'qu, for his part, would always leave for his morning training before any other warrior started dreaming of waking up, both of them usually leaving at the same time.

Their shared routine started when they returned home: the first one to arrive would prepare the morning tea they shared every single day after marrying. They would simply snuggle into each other in silence, enjoying their significant other's presence. Sometimes they would share this or that tidbit that happened during each of their outings, but they were comfortable with the silence.

Of course, after young Yarne was born, they shared less silence and more conversation, but that precious routine simply evolved to include the little kit, who simply loved his parents' tea-sharing.

One particular morning, Lon'qu had been the first to arrive after his usual training, so he set himself into putting the table for his wife and son so they all could enjoy their warm family time.

He was just scratching the back of his leg with one toe when he started picking up a faint crying from the distance. Startled, he placed the piping hot kettle by the table before running out right on time to see Panne transforming back from her beastly form into her humanoid one, young Yarne clinging to her back with the vigor of a dying beast. His crying was almost ear-splitting, but Panne's expression wasn't of worry, which confused Lon'qu.

"What's happened-" he asked tentatively, helping Panne disentangle Yarne from her fur and hair, the toddler wailing for his dear life.

"SCARYYY!" He cried, quickly latching onto his father's chest for protection. Hiccupping, Yarne squeezed Lon'qu's neck with the most strength his small arms could muster.

Panne patted the kit's back, gesturing with her chin for them to go inside lest the entire castle woke up with Yarne's crying. "It was nothing out of the ordinary -- for a grown Taguel, that is." She smiled, her lips hinting a bit of guilt. "A pack of Ice Wolves ambushed us as we were descending the mountain, but it was too much for him to handle watching-"

"D-DEY WERE Z-ZO BEEG!" Yarne's nose was clogged with snot, his voice sounding as nasal as it could. "W-wad if M-mommy's HURRT?!"

Lon'qu smiled softly as he sat by the table he had set, adjusting Yarne on his arms. "Your Mother is strong-"

"BUUUT!"

"I suppose he just needs a hug from his Father, hm?" Panne raised her eyebrow to Lon'qu as she poured the tea in their usual cups. The swordsman smiled, gesturing for her to come closer so they could exchange a quick kiss.

"I knew a rabbit who was just like you once, Yarne." He said after softly rocking the boy back and forth, watching the crying dwindle little by little.

Yarne's floppy ears twitched, one of them rising up in curiosity. Panne's smile shone with motherly gentleness as she sat beside her husband and son, handing them their cups. "Ah, that boy, is it not?" She feigned ignorance, piquing even more of Yarne's interest.

He sniffled, his small body still hiccupping with the oh so recent fear. "W-what bunny?"

The couple exchanged glances, their smiles mirroring each other. "You see, he was always scared of big wolves, as well." Panne started, leaning her head on Lon'qu's shoulder.

"Come, drink your tea," the father said before following-up on his wife's story, handing the kit the smaller cup. "And yet, he was the bravest rabbit I have ever had the honor to meet." He nodded as the boy drank a sip, quickly drying the small chin with his index. Panne nodded.

Yarne gasped, feeling already much calmer now that he drank the familiar and warm tea. "B-but wolves are b-big and," he sniffled, "scawy..."

Panne pinched her son's puffy cheek, urging him to drink more. "That little buck was known for being a scaredy-bunny. His friends even took turns in looking after him because they were all worried."

Yarne sipped more of his drink, looking from his Mother to his Father. "L-like Mommy and Daddy..." he giggled into his cup, the adorable sound making husband and wife almost sigh in unison, happy to be able to hear their son's laugh after such a big cry.

"What his friends didn't know -- what he himself didn't know," Lon'qu went on, "was that he was the bravest out of them all. One day, just as he was telling one of his friends to keep him out of danger, they were ambushed."

"By foes even scarier than wolves." Panne added, not wanting to introduce the concept of war so early to her child. Yarne gasped loudly, completely immersed into the story.

"W-what happen'd?! S-scawier than wolf..." He babbled, gripping at the now empty cup.

Panne placed one hand by Yarne's arm, rubbing her thumb on his fur. "There was no escape, they had to stay and fight. But who could protect the scaredy-bunny? His friend was also in danger."

Lon'qu let the silence sink in, enjoying how Yarne looked from one parent to the other, wanting the story to quickly unfold.

"At that moment, the rabbit turned bigger than the enemies and protected his friend, forgetting he was scared in the first place."

"F-forgetting?!"

"Indeed." Panne nodded. "When someone you love is in danger, all you want is to protect them -- there's no room for fear. That's what the bunny learned on that day: he was the bravest of them all because he loved his friends -- nay, his pack -- and wanted to protect them at all costs."

Yarne looked down as he fiddled with his cup. After a few moments of silent thinking, he rose his gaze to his parents. "A-are Mommy and Daddy scaredy-bunnies too? When... when big wolf attack, are you scawed?"

The couple exchanged glances, then snorted lovingly. "We have only one fear, Yarne." Lon'qu took the cup from his hand, placing it on the chair beside her before pinching both of his cheeks. "And that is to lose you."

"I was scared when the wolves attacked, as well -- but I forgot all about it when it was time to protect you." Panne added, joining the pinching as well.

"I!" Yarne started, feeling tickling from all the petting. "I'm also scawed of losing Mommy and Daddy!" His eyes started to water again, as though he had imagined a life without his parents.

Panne and Lon'qu brought the kit closer, hugging him at the same time. They wouldn't let this one live without his parents. They would protect him AND themselves, so they all could grow old together -- them, and their scaredy-no-more son, as well.

"B-but!" He struggled to leave his parents' strong grip. "B-but I wanna be like that bunny and- and I'll pwotect Mommy and Daddy!" He puffed his chest proudly, looking up to the ceiling as though he could picture the proud Taguel he was destined to become.

"Trust me, Son." Lon'qu petted Yarne's ears, both of them pointing upwards as though setting themselves into a new goal. "You will."

"But, this time, we'll be here to witness it ourselves." Panne whispered, softly kissing her husband's shoulder.

[hoshi-neko-hikari]

Atsukou walked out of her room with red horns from her forehead, and a long red dragon like tail dragging behind her. With fake fangs and her nails painted black for claws. "Hikari, honey you almost ready?" Atsukou called out as she buttoned the overcoat that covered her upper body for her costume and went to hikaris room to check on her if she needed help with hers. Now atsukous scar was visable, as it was a huge burn mark and a white eye. (@dragon-bitch-w-fire-crackers)

Hikari smiled and got her werewolf costume on. She popped out of her room in front of Atsukou, making cute roars and howls, trying to look scary. “Gao!” She giggled. “Hikari scawe mama?”

@dragon-bitch-w-fire-crackers

[like-nxrthernstxrs]

Act 1, Scene 2

Scenye 2. A stweet.

Entew CAPUWET, COUNT PAWIS, and the cwown, his SEWVANT.

Capuwet. But Montague is bound as weww as I, In penyawty awike; and 'tis nyot hawd, I think, Fow men so owd as we to keep the peace. Pawis. Of honyowabwe weckonying awe you both, And pity 'tis you wived at odds so wong. But nyow, my wowd, what say you to my suit? Capuwet. But saying o’ew what I have said befowe: My chiwd is yet a stwangew in the wowwd, She hath nyot seen the change of fouwteen yeaws; Wet two mowe summews withew in theiw pwide, Ewe we may think hew wipe to be a bwide. Pawis. Youngew than she awe happy mothews made. Capuwet. And too soon maww’d awe those so eawwy made. Eawth hath swawwowed aww my hopes but she; She’s the hopefuw wady of my eawth. But woo hew, gentwe Pawis, get hew heawt, My wiww to hew consent is but a pawt; And she agweed, within hew scope of choice Wies my consent and faiw accowding voice. This nyight I howd an owd accustom’d feast, Wheweto I have invited many a guest, Such as I wuv, and you, among the stowe Onye mowe, most wewcome, makes my nyumbew mowe. At my poow house wook to behowd this nyight Eawth-tweading staws that make dawk heaven wight. Such comfowt as do wusty young men feew When weww-appaweww’d Apwiw on the heew Of wimping wintew tweads, even such dewight Among fwesh fennyew buds shaww you this nyight Inhewit at my house; heaw aww, aww see; And wike hew most whose mewit most shaww be; Which on mowe view of many, minye, being onye, May stand in nyumbew, though in weck’nying nyonye. Come, go with me.

To SEWVANT, giving him a papew.

Go, siwwah, twudge about Thwough faiw Vewonya; find those pewsons out Whose nyames awe wwitten thewe, and to them say My house and wewcome on theiw pweasuwe stay.

Exit with PAWIS.

Sewvant. Find them out whose nyames awe wwitten hewe? It is wwitten that the shoemakew shouwd meddwe with his yawd and the taiwow with his wast, the fishew with his penciw and the paintew with his nyets; but I am sent to find those pewsons whose nyames awe hewe wwit, and can nyevew find what nyames the wwiting pewson hath hewe wwit, I must to the weawnyed. In good time ^w^

Entew BENVOWIO and WOMEO.

Benvowio. Tut, man, onye fiwe buwns out anyothew’s buwnying, Onye pain is wess’nyed by anyothew’s anguish; Tuwn giddy, and be howp by backwawd tuwnying; Onye despewate gwief cuwes with anyothew’s wanguish: Take thou some nyew infection to thy eye, And the wank poison of the owd wiww die. Womeo. Youw pwaintain weaf is excewwent fow that. Benvowio. Fow what, I pway thee? Womeo. Fow youw bwoken shin. Benvowio. Why, Womeo, awt thou mad? Womeo. Nyot mad, but bound mowe than a madman is; Shut up in pwison, kept without my food, Whipped and towmented and—God-den, good fewwow. Sewvant. God gi' go-den. I pway, siw, can you wead? Womeo. Ay, minye own fowtunye in my misewy. Sewvant. Pewhaps you have weawnyed it without book. But, I pway, can you wead anything you see? Womeo. Ay, if I knyow the wettews and the wanguage. Sewvant. Ye say honyestwy West you mewwy. Womeo. Stay, fewwow; I can wead.

He weads the wettew.

“Signyiow Mawtinyo and his wife and daughtews; County Ansewme and his beauteous sistews; The wady widow of Vitwuvio; Signyiow Pwacentio and his wuvwy nyieces; Mewcutio and his bwothew Vawentinye; Minye uncwe Capuwet, his wife, and daughtews; My faiw nyiece Wosawinye, Wivia; Signyiow Vawentio and his cousin Tybawt; Wucio and the wivewy Hewenya.” A faiw assembwy. Whithew shouwd they come? Sewvant. Up. Womeo. Whithew? To suppew? Sewvant. To ouw house. Womeo. Whose house? Sewvant. My mastew's. Womeo. Indeed I shouwd have asked you that befowe. Sewvant. Nyow I’ww teww you without asking. My mastew is the gweat wich Capuwet; and if you be nyot of the house of Montagues, I pway come and cwush a cup of winye. West you mewwy.

Exit.

Benvowio. At this same ancient feast of Capuwet's Sups the faiw Wosawinye whom thou so wuvs; With aww the admiwed beauties of Vewonya. Go thithew, and with unyattainted eye Compawe hew face with some that I shaww show, And I wiww make thee think thy swan a cwow. Womeo. When the devout wewigion of minye eye Maintains such fawsehood, then tuwns teaws to fiwe; And these, who, often dwownyed, couwd nyevew die, Twanspawent hewetics, be buwnt fow wiaws ^w^ Onye faiwew than my wuv? The aww-seeing sun Nye'ew saw hew match since fiwst the wowwd begun. Benvowio. Tut ^w^  you saw hew faiw, nyonye ewse being by, Hewsewf pois’d with hewsewf in eithew eye; But in that cwystaw scawes wet thewe be weigh’d Youw wady’s wuv against some othew maid That I wiww show you shinying at this feast, And she shaww scant show weww that nyow seems best. Womeo. I'ww go awong, nyo such sight to be shown, But to wejoice in spwendow of minye own.

Exeunt.