#(( When the pups sleep the mod takes over ))

[diy-fire-water-pups]

(( SHORT PAUSE NO ANSWERS TONIGHT BECAUSE I GOT MY EARLY BIRTHDAY GIFT AND I'M CLIMBING THE WALLS SO HAPPY I AM ISTG LOOK AT THIS OH MY DOOOOOOOG I'M CRYING THEY'RE SO PERFECT I CAN FINALLY START COLORING MY ONLY COLORING BOOK (which, unsurprisingly, is a Paw Patrol coloring book lol) I COULD SCREAM SO MUCH RIGHT NOW AJFHSKFNKSHFKSHDJSJF

The few colors on Marshall are from another hella ancient pencil box I found somewhere in my house with the pencils so small they're nearly gone. They're not as good as they used to be, you can notice a difference in the orange and yellow blending on his helmet compared to the blending I made with the new pencils on Chase's chest plates! I AM SO OVERJOYED I'LL BE COLORING TONIGHT OK OK MAAAAAAAYBE THE PUPS WILL ANSWER ASKS TONIGHT BUT FOR NOW I'LL ENJOY MY GIFT SORRY NOT SORRY ))

[diy-fire-water-pups]

(( Hey guys/pups!! This friend of mine is coming up with a very cool project to show the Tumblr side of the PAW Patrol fandom, as well as how it's okay for teens and adults to enjoy media that's "supposedly" for kids. I'm helping them out with planning for this and it's going to be PAWSOME!!!! If you'd be interested in participating, let us know!!! We won't be using video footage for the interviews as there are people who are not comfortable with it, so it can be either like a podcast with voice calls or written answers which we can read ourselves, this way anyone can participate without exposing themselves if they're not comfortable with it!! ))

Something's on my mind...

Hey guys! Marshall here! I know I haven't posted anything in a while now, sorry about that, been busy with life stuff...but I just had to talk about something that's been on my mind for a couple weeks now. A couple weeks ago, I discovered that another favorite childhood show of mine (and honestly, I still like it) has an adult fandom that is big enough to create an entire documentary about it. That show being Thomas the Tank Engine. This information has made me curious about how many teen/adult PAW Patrol fans are out there in the world. One day I would love to see about making something for all of us that's not a full-on documentary but just a YouTube video or something to showcase that PAW Patrol has older fans and (this one means the most to me as an autistic person who gets made fun of by even my own dad for having PAW Patrol as a special interest...and don't even get me started on the bullying I have faced just for carrying PAW Patrol merch around) to hopefully help normalize liking things that people our age "aren't supposed to like". I do have a YouTube channel with this same username "MarshallFan99" but I haven't posted anything to it because I had planned for it to just be a channel used for commenting on PAW Patrol stuff, but if I can collect interviews from the PAW Patrol fans here on Tumblr (as well as share my own story with this show of course), I might be able to compile them into a video of some sort about what PAW Patrol means to its older fans and how we all come together over our love for these adorable pups, as well as to showcase the different things we do in this community since we all contribute to the fandom in different ways (posting art, writing fanfiction, making analyses of various aspects of the show, making character analyses, giving thoughts and reviews on the latest episodes, sharing our merch collections, making character-specific appreciation posts, sharing headcanons...and that's not even all the stuff I've seen).

And yeah, I know the PAW X Project was made last year but that mostly focused on PAWTubers. I want to showcase the Tumblr side of things (as well as the types of things we do on here) since this is the largest community of older fans I've ever been part of, and it made me so happy to find it because I finally felt a sense of belonging. So I wanna make something that can bring us all together and help show people that there's nothing wrong with liking it, especially since it's clear the creators know that we exist since they make PAW Patrol t shirts specifically in adult sizes (I have two of them).

So I guess what I'm saying is, if you'd like to be part of something like this, just let me know and we can talk about what to do! If you're not comfortable with it, that's okay too! Just let me know either way! And if you know someone who might wanna be part of something like this, feel free to share this post with them!

Looking forward to getting responses and hopefully working with some of you on this project! And till next time, Marshall out!

[pidove-enthusiast-bat]

hello!! I'm bat(she/they), a student at naranja-uva academy in paldea. a lot of my friends have been making tumblrs so I figured I should make one I could save. I've technically been on here for a while, but my other account is just a fandom blog so it doesn't count <<33

anyways I should introduce my team too ^_^

dandelion- meowscarada(he/him). my partner pokemon, and my service mon! he's been with me since I was young, and I got him right before I moved to paldea. an absolute sweetheart.

throwie- grafaiai(he/him). my second pokemon! I got him a little while after moving to paldea, I'll share some of his art if I can lol.

maxillary- houndoom(she/her). she a little protective and has a few missing toes from frostbite as a pup, but she's ine of my strongest pokemon and I love her to bits.

bunnybug- azumarill(she/her). got her as a marill, she's the tank of the team. very spunky and upbeat, she lights up any room she's in. attached at the hip with confetti.

confetti- hypno(she/her). she got a shiny mosaic mutation, giving her little pink shiny spots all over her. if she's around, bunnybug is nearby. very anxious, but helps me get to sleep when melatonin gummies aren't enough <<33

pokeflash- iron thorns(he/him). he's big, shiny, and the newest member of my team. I don't actually know if I'm gonna use him in battles, but he basically saved my life so I know he's a least good at fighting. got him literally last friday.

I've also got a few nonbattle mons (2 shiny male salandits, and a hisuian sneasel), but I can talk about them later(this post is getting long </33). feel free to send any asks! I don't bite I promise(most of the time).

alright gang, this is the ooc section <33. this blog is run by @meta-knight-is-bisexual. I use she/they pronouns, and you can call me mod-bat or mx. knight. bat exists in @/realpokemon's universe, and I currently am playing her in the discord server(pop by and say hi!).

this blog will feature unreality concepts, as it is pretending to take place in a world where pokemon are real. please be wary of this.

asks are open, and you can send in any question. I'll try to get around to answering them, but no promises lmao. please don't send anything that may contradict rpms established canon, though rn I won't get mad if ppl are unclear what's allowed and what's not.

please be kind with me as I figure this all out, this is my first rp blog lol!!

[zootplayz]

Petals Over Asparagus

So, I totally forgot to introduce you to the families new cat. Because I'm a crazy cat lady and every home must have one! Meet Asparagus!

He likes to think he's a big tough guy but he's far too lazy to be anything but cuddly.

Unfortunately, we are unable to train him out of his naughty habits so he's not helping Graham any with his new aspiration but he loves him anyway.

How could you not?! Anyone else notice some pets you just can't train? Petal is still taking up most of my screenshots folder....

I mean come on she's just too darn cute.

And I think she's looking the part for this outdoorsy-based family.

Greyson is especially loving to his little girl.

Yes, he got a makeover after his adult birthday and I think he's looking rather snazzy.

Plus he likes it too.

The family is doing rather well and they finally got to sleep and... ahem... well you know... on a bed.

Otherwise, it's the same ol routine at Gaias Jams. Gardening..

And more gardening!

But no one has forgotten about the pups who get their daily walks in.

And of course Rush's almost daily baths. I don't know what he gets up to all the time.

Apparently, Journeys' toilet obsession extends to the toddler potty because he's always there when Petal is.

Petal got herself a new bedroom she's excited to show off!

Because it's time for the inevitable.

Before we go, just a little side note. Make sure you feed your cowplant before you open up shop.

She's lucky the deadly cowplant mod doesn't work anymore or she'd be a goner. Part 03 Part 05 Read the full article

[omoghouls]

Maybe mod? Stede and Ed bringing Izzy to their house and making him dinner, offering him his favourite drinks and a lot of water while they tell him that they’ve missed him and care about him and would love to look after him if he’d let them. He’s embarrassed by the two-on-one attention until dinner is finished and Stede suggests Ed show Izzy his space for the night while he cleans up, and Iz is suddenly being led to THEIR bedroom that’s been turned down already and Ed starts to take Izzy’s clothes off for him, teasing that he shouldn’t get excited just yet. He’s a little disappointed when his clothes are swapped out for a brand new, washed and ironed, perfectly clean white crop top/tank top and tight brief underwear set (like loungewear lingerie?) Before he can even ask what’s happening, Ed sits on the bed and pulls Izzy towards him so he’s standing between Ed’s thighs being held in place. Ed tells him he’s going to be so good for them and take everything he’s offered but he will not use the bathroom unless he’s given permission and he will not piss himself like a puppy on their floor. Izzy slowly nods and tries to hide how embarrassingly okay he is with it before he’s being brought downstairs again and Stede is praising him for looking so lovely in the outfit Ed bought especially for him since they could trust him to keep it nice and clean. He finds himself held between them on the huge, expensive couch being praised and kissed/petted/massaged while they hold bottles of water up to his mouth and tell him to drink. It isn’t very long before he’s squirming but he knows what Ed expects so he doesn’t even attempt to ask if he can be excused. It goes on while he’s wiggling in his seat, blushing bright red and trying to subtly hold himself until Ed tells him to stop trying to get himself off in their living room and pulls Izzy’s hands away just in time for them to see him lose control for a second and how the spurt of pee he left out was immediately visible on the white briefs. Stede asks Ed if his little friend isn’t housebroken and Ed just sighs, moving Izzy onto the hardwood floor and saying he should know how to behave in their home and he can show them how good he is at holding until he can make it to the restroom. Izzy knows what they want him to do and knows he wouldn’t make it to their closest bathroom without one of them having to pick him up and carry him anyway so he doesn’t ask. He stands in front of them, legs crossing and twisting, holding himself tightly and squirming around, whimpering and gasping as he starts to lose control entirely until he’s wetting himself right there, in the clothes they bought, down his legs, over their expensive floor and puddling at his feet. It feels like forever until he’s finished but when he finally does drop his head down and admit that he’s all done, Stede gets up and walks over, kisses his cheek lightly and tells him it was a marvellous show and that Ed will clean up the mess while he washes Iz, then they’ll take care of him together. Before they go upstairs, Stede stops and asks Ed if Izzy can be trusted to sleep on their bed or would he piss on their sheets like a little boy and suggests putting a puppy pad down until their guest is willing to be trained.

KHXKCIXGXFJIHXIXY ONFG OMG OMG ANON YOU ARE A GOD HOLY FUCK

Yaaaaaa omfg this THIS you spoil us with this😭💕💕💕💕💕 holy fuck loke y e s???? Not house trained pup piddling allll over the cherry wood flooring- and Stede asking Ed these questions while Izzy is standing right there???? YES OMGG

THIS IS AMAZING AND I LOVE YOU LOTS AMJSNDJEJEJ

[curiousb]

The Brandon Family Album: Volume II

Get your hankies ready...

Alfred might be getting on a bit in dog years, but he still takes his role as Guardian of the Family very seriously, especially when it means keeping a close eye on Random Townies who lurk in the shrubbery to stare through the curtainless windows.

He also has a brand-new new family member to protect - meet Margaret’s little sister Beth Brandon!

Time flies, Beth grows up fast and doesn't make friends with the potty - that’s not a happy face.

~ Capricorn 8 / 4 / 9 / 7 / 8

~ Kind / Virtuoso

Alfred now has two tots to keep an eye on...

...and he couldn’t be happier.

But of course, the inevitable happens! Oh, Alfred, you’ll be missed (I was seriously sad that he was gone)! At least he spent his last day doing what he loved best - playing with the children.

Even without The Best Dog Ever, life goes on, and Margaret grows up well, despite losing her best friend.

~ Sagittarius 4 / 5 / 10 / 2 / 4

~ Genius / Dog Person / Computer Whiz

~ OTH: Science

~ Favourite Colour(s): Turquoise

Evenin’, Mr Skunky McSkunkface! (I love this daft game!)

Christopher can’t wait to meet his new child! Perhaps it will be a boy this time? I’m afraid we’ll have to wait until later to find out though, as I completely failed to capture the moment for posterity.

Oh dear, life simply got in the way of paying the bills! Thank goodness the household has no Fortune Sims.

Well, you’re welcome to the computer - it didn’t work anyway.

But taking the kids’ toys is just mean!

Another event I almost entirely failed to record was Christopher and Marianne’s long-awaited wedding, where Marianne’s sister Elinor was bridesmaid and much cake was smooshed into faces.

It was all too much for little Beth, who retired to Alfred’s now empty dog house to escape the excitement.

Nope, still not looking happy, despite growing up well.

Beth’s child stats:

~ Capricorn 8 / 4 / 9 / 7 / 8

~ Kind / Virtuoso / Supernatural Fan

~ OTH: Music & Dance

~ Favourite Colour(s): Pink / Blue

Virtuoso Marianne’s still got it, even in her nightshirt.

Ever since ageing up, all Margaret has wanted is a puppy, so it’s off to find a new pal.

Well, we already know who Thomas Bertram went home with. (Charlotte, you don’t even have a pet.)

But whom did Hester Fairfax choose?! (And no, Charlotte, you really don't have a pet - I thought you were meant to be logical?)

Well, Margaret didn’t actually find what she was looking for at the pet shop (I didn’t realise that they don’t actually sell puppies), so they resort to old-fashioned methods - i.e. using a mod, because I didn’t like any of the options in the adoption pool.

Playful pup Chester is an instant hit with everyone, even eliciting a rare smile from Beth...

Chester’s stats:

~ Sagittarius 2 / 1 / 2 / 1 /1

...and getting cuddles from the youngest sister Joanna Brandon, whom we finally get to meet (yes, the new baby was in fact another daughter).

~ Sagittarius 8 / 2 / 6 / 3 / 6

~ Bookworm / Never Nude

He also eats a lot.

Margaret and Beth appear to have swapped hobbies for some reason. Margaret seems determined to follow in her mother’s talented footsteps...

...while at the moment Beth is more interested in discovering what might be out there amongst the stars.

All is right with the world, especially with Chester watching over Margaret while she sleeps, just as his predecessor Alfred once did.

[omegaverse-daily]

Since you allowed me, I'll take a sip of tea (coffee) before start. It's 5AM and I didn't sleep. I've been thinking quite often about this tired omega parent arriving home and just wanting to spend a hefty amount of time all alone in their nest, but their pups are just so concerned with their parent being so alone they nEED TO HELP-

The other parent telling to pups it is ok, they need their moment for them, but ofc the baby configurations will NOT process this information, they're not satisfied just with this, so:

(if they're an beta pup) they'll sneak through the nest and, once find parent throughout that amount of cushions, they'll right away rub their cheeks onto their parent cheeks to try calming them (clearly and awkwardly imitating their other parent's behavior by soothing throught scenting) but pup doesn't know how to scent properly (I think they don't know at such young age) so it's just fluffy pup cheeks and sobbing noises trying to cheer you up, omega parent!

(if they're an omega pup) they'll anounce their entrance with low and whinning voice: "is mother ok?" if their answer is just an angry glance they'll whin and then cry. Focus on cry. And spit apologies. Then leave and cry again. So, knowing their pup, the omega just moves head and shakes their hand so pup can approach. They only do it because of pup's reaction and they really want to calm them down. Baby omega pups gets nervous pretty easily. Then omega pup swims between pillows and cushions and hugs tightly with their parents, felling so comfy they won't go off. It's a trap, parent, you'll nest with your offspring. If they're +3 years old they'd start purring to themselves and their parent. It's a really interesting noise, not actually a purr, but reminds one. Omega parent getting all emotional for this noise they'll immediately start purring too, more a teaching purring than a soothing one. Omega pup would stop once they fall asleep.

(if they're an alpha) you might know they'll be risky. They have their own method highly scientific 100% comproved which is: bite. Again, it is a imitating behavior, they once saw another parent using this "bite technique" to calm them down so alpha pup is on their way to chomp!! The parent will only notice their pup when it comes to be bitten. Isn't a strong bite, but it'll obviously distress them even more and they might be yelled at. Alpha pup standing like "why it didn't work?????" and crying over their failure. They're still young to understand this method properly, how to make it work, and with who you should use it. Through sobs and tears, alpha pup telling they wanted to help so ada/dad and oma can count on them to help. The omega just tearing when their pup are just so concerned with them - here comes the hugs.

Ok this was my very first time doing such a thing, but I only did it because I really wanted to share with you my pups current headcanons over a very specific situation. Hope you like it and please let me know if you would change something if it was your AU >< I do like sharing this things hehe 💜🥺🥺

See you~

THIS IS SO CUTEEEEE I’m just imagining little alpha pups running to their dad/ada going I did exactly what you dooooo why are they still upset??? And just sobbing and they have to be like…. that’s an intimate thing for adults and where did you bite them? And the little alpha is just like……… I bit their ankle because it’s all I could reach and adult is just like O-O ok let’s both go cheer them up now. The beta and omega ones are absolutely a d o r a b l e too imagine the omega parent not even realizing the omega pup is there until they’re right up next to them because they’re soooo tiny 🥺

I loved these so much 🥺💕

-Omega Mod

[the-storyteller-and-her-soldiers]

Dragonborn S/I

So as I mentioned yesterday, my newest f/o is a man named Bishop from that Skyrim follower mod... But since he is a follower to my Dragonborn, I figured I'd write her backstory out a bit!

My S/I was orphaned when her mother died in childbirth and her father is unknown. So she got sent to Honorhall Orphanage. But after receiving horrible treatment there, she ran off and decided it'd be better to live on her own on the streets as a beggar than rot there. So among the beggars, she picked up pickpocketing, lockpicking, and a sliver-tongue. The other beggars used her as a scapegoat since if she was caught, the guards would go easier on her and send her back to Honorhall. But my S/I never wanted to return to Honorhall.

Although one day when trying to find a target to pickpocket, she came across this dark elf covered in jewels. She thought they were just a noble and an easy target, if they were flaunting it around without any guard. But they were a mage... And they were quick to notice their soul gems missing, so my S/I didn't even make it around the corner before she gets caught.

But since the mage admired the gall of this child to go for the soul gem instead of their other baubles, the mage doesn't get the guards involved and instead takes my S/I in. Not so they can have a child, or even an apprentice, but to have her be their ingredient collector.

This situation isn't much better BUT there's a roof over her head, a warm bed, and steady amount of food, so my S/I doesn't mind going back with them to Cyrodil. Through the years though my S/I bonds with their mentor enough for them to teach her the BASICS of magic. Destruction for self-defense, healing for my S/I's own wounds and theirs, and alchemy so that my S/I can make potions of stealth for more dangerous gathering missions.

My S/I has such an aptitude for it that the dark elf convinces her to go study at the college. This is so that she can then come home and join the mages guild along with her mentor in Cyrodil

So it's time to head back to Skyrim! But my s/i of course, stops to gather the flowers, and ends up in the imperial ambush.

So after escaping from Helgen, my S/I goes on the run thinking she's still wanted for her childhood crimes and uses her newfound magic skills as an advantage to retreat to her old life of being a thief while trying to get to the college.

But as she's running through Riverwood, happy she's found a safehaven in Ralof's family, she's catcalled by two nord men. She figures she'll hide in the Sleeping Giant Inn since she can't kill them in broad daylight. She's got issues with men catcalling her since she's had some issues with creeps ever since her own childhood. But as she's heading in the tavern, Bishop is leaning against the door and is surprised that someone so pretty and frail ignored them.

So he questions her like, "You a noble who turns her nose up at this kind of thing?" And my S/I kinda hates the rich and being affiliated with them since she was taken advantage of by them before she met her dark elf mentor. So she replies, "No, I, uh, really didn't hear them..."

So the two banter back and forth while getting drinks and that's when he mentions his wolf Karnwyr got lost then taken by some bandits for pit fighting and of course, my S/I is like "Pubby? There doing that to a poor pup??? LEMME HELP!"

Bishop's taken back but since he's also got ties to the ubandit life he knows it's best not to go in alone so he agrees to let me tag along. Bt as my S/I goes to sell some of her baubles since she really needs the gold, and finds out that the poor general store was taken advantage of... My S/I wants to help them too.

And thus begins my adventure with Bishop following me on my adventures. In doing so, he gets more attached, falls in love with me and my selflessness (I just want to help everyone in Skyrim!) to the point where he cares about me and my safety more than his own. Plus even though he knows as the Dragonborn it’s my duty to save everyone but he just wants to steal me away where nothing could ever hurt me or steal me away again since I'm the only one he's ever let into his heart...

[diy-fire-water-pups]

(( Birthday pup tomorrow wooooo ))

(( Guess who wanted to do something for it but is SOOO not ready for that? Yeeeaaaahhh 😅😭 ))

[castlevania-afterdark-imagines]

In celebration of 666 followers…

Castlevania Afterdark Presents…

Featuring our 5th most requested character...

The devil forgemaster and animal lover himself...

Interview 1 of 5: Hector

Mod Soviet: Alright, in our number 5 most requested character answers countdown we have Hector! Thank you for taking time out of your busy forging job to be here.

Hector: Of course, I'm glad to be here.

S: Let's be honest here, you're just here for the animals.

H: Well, you might have a point about that.

S: Well consider yourself lucky because the audience went easy on you this round. At least for the choice of animal.

H: I- what?

S: Release the hounds!

A barrage of puppies arrive on the scene, all different breeds. The two most energetic labs arrive at Hector's chair just as he gives a delighted laugh and dropped to the floor to sit with them. Soon he's surrounded by a dozen furry babies, all torn between tugging on his clothes and playing with each other. Hector finds the small Havanese among the mix that is trying not to get trampled and holds her to his chest.

H: This has undoubtedly become the best day of my life! (He's clearly trying to remain calm so as to not upset the puppy cuddling into his neck but the glee in his face is evident).

S: Good! Because that might change after these questions.

H: What?

S: Nothing.

Mod Rose (whispering, from off to the side): Ask him the Dracula ones!

S: Shhhhh! We'll get there!

Hector is trying to referee a beagle and husky nipping match with one hand, pressing his check to the Havanese now biting at his hair.

S: Okay first question, "Would you ever want to be turned into a vampire?"

Hector laughs, setting the puppy into his lap to he can lift the nippy beagle with both hands.

H: I see you're picking the easy questions first.

R: You don't know the half of it!

H: I'd thought about the idea, and Dracula had discussed it with me. In the end I decided against it. Despite my resentment for humans-

Rose and Soviet try to not react but Rose visibly flinches and sniffles.

H: -there are distinct advantages. For one, if I was only able to come out at night I don't think these fellows would appreciate it.

He reaches out to scritch at an exposed lab's belly, giving a grin when it turns to know on his fingers.

H: And I do enjoy being in the sun, though finding time for that lately has been difficult.

S: So in light of a love for sunbathing and puppies being able to frolic on a summer afternoon... that's a no for you?

Hector laughs, ducking as a basset hound tries to leap at his back.

H: Correct, at least those are some of the reasons.

R: Valid, except for the sunbathing part.

S: Agreed. Okay next one, "what will you do when Dracula has finished his war?"

H: I suppose it will really depend on the state of the world afterwards. I've thought about returning to Rhodes, but I like the countryside here. Perhaps I'd stay, find somewhere isolated that I can learn more about the types of wildlife in the North.

S: And add to your little friend collection?

H: I'd hardly call them that. (He's petting the Havanese snoozing in his lap, finding the spot under its chin that makes its paws wiggle in its dreams) But yes, I imagine I would find many companions here.

R: Can I volunte-

S: Next question.

R: You cockblockin-

S: "Are you a virgin?"

R: Oooh.

Hector makes a small grimace before quickly diverting his eyes to the pups.

H: Keeping a lot of reanimated animals is hardly an effective means of attracting a mate. Not to mention I found my distaste for humans very young in life-

S: So yes.

H: Yes, and I'm not bothered by it.

S and R: Valid.

H: Why would anyone want to know that?

S: (Raises an eyebrow) Oh, that's the tamest of the related question line.

H: Oh.

S: But let's begin with one of the more tame asks.

H: How generous...

S: "What would your ideal lover be like?"

Hector goes red at the tops of his ears, quickly becoming fascinated with inspecting the length of the basset puppy's ears.

H: Why would anyone-

S: So they can take notes.  (Soviet gestures at Rose who already has a pen and paper prepared.)

Hector grimaces a little before sighing and straightening his posture a bit.

H: Very well. If I had to list qualities they would be...kind, reasonable, and possess a love for animals, of course. (He smiles softly as he gently moves the sleeping pup from his lap so it isn't disturbed by the more rambunctious ones trying to clamber in for their turn.) I'm sorry, I'd never thought to try and come up with anything so specific.

S: That's fine, anything else you'd like to put on your wish list?

Hector laughs, running a hand through his hair.

H: They'd have to be alright with my forging, though it might be nice if they had an area of study they liked as well. Then we'd never get bored of each other,  because we would always have something the other doesn't know but could share.

R: (Talking to Soviet) This is a more pure response than I think we're used to dealing with.

S: Correct, but I mean- (She gestures at the man surrounded by puppies all either fighting for his attention or taking a snooze around him.)

R: You're not wrong.

H: If that's enough of an answer...

S: Sure, that's fine. Next one is more exciting anyway.

H: Oh, good.

S: "What if your significant other surprised you by waiting in your room in a lacey little snow white lingerie set?"

Hector breaks into laughter, which spreads to Rose and Soviet.

H: Again, I've never thought to consider something so specific! (He is shaking his head and grinning at the golden retriever that he's pinned in its back with his hand,  giving quick little pets to while trying to avoid having his fingers chewed.) 'What if' indeed. Well, I certainly can't say I'd object to it."

R: Oooh?

H: (He gives a shrug) I am only a man, and there are some things about our nature that will never change.

S: And that includes appreciation for snow white lingerie?

Hector huffs a laugh through his nose, turning a little red and directing his eyes down.

H: Something like that.

S: You're more than welcome to clarify.

R: Please do.

H: I will pass, thank you.

R and S: Damn. (This results in another little outbreak of laughter from all three.)

S: Okay then, "Do you have a crush on some in Dracula's court?"

Hector rolls his eyes, again turning his attention to the puppies.

H: No, I don't, white lingerie or no.

Rose purses her lips in a pout, but Soviet grins.

S: More specifically, "do you have a crush on  Isaac?" (Rose starts grinning again.)

Hector barks a laugh, spooking one of the pups. He quickly reaches out to scoop it up and set it on his lap.

H: Not at all, no. I respect him, and his work, but I don't fancy him. Admittedly he's made some remarks that I didn't understand, but that's no different than some of the others in the castle. I hardly understand Godbrand either.

Mod Rose and Mod Soviet exchange raised eyebrows, but don't interrupt.

R: Not even a little?

H: I... (Hector seems to turn the idea in his head, tilting his head a bit before shrugging). He is good looking, I suppose. But I prefer to keep things professional between us.

R: Don't sleep with coworkers is a pretty fair bit of advice.

Hector again rolls his eyes but he's chuckling. Now that the initial shock of questions is wearing off he doesn't seem as bothered at least humoring the proposed questions.

S: Uh oh.

H and R: What?

S: "Is it bothering to be the third wheel between Dracula and Isaac?"

R breaks into giggles while Hectors previous humor seems to have dropped back to mild confusion.

H: Third wheel between- no, it isn't bothersome because nothing is happening there. Or if there is I am not part of it.

S: Would you be opposed if there was?

H: I think the leader of the war and his two generals engaging in romantic affairs while waging said war would be a terrible idea.

S: (to Rose) I want to say that's wrong but...

R: Afterwards?

S: Afterwards.

Hector sighs, stretching out on his side to lie among the puppy pile that has turned into a cuddle puddle.  He's started rearranging some of them by size so nobody is getting squished.

H: I presume there's more asking this line of questioning. You did say 'Dracula questions' earlier.

S: "Do you call Dracula 'Daddy' in private?"

Hector chokes in a laugh, flopping into his back and putting a hand over his eyes. He's still chortling to himself when he finally uncovers them.

H: No, I don't.

R: A likely story.

H: Believe what you like, but I have more respect for him than I ever did for my father. Calling him that would be an insult.

S: I...I don't think they meant that way but also can't argue with that reasoning.

H: I also don't think his son would appreciate that very much either.

R: Who said he has to know?

H: I still wouldn't risk it.

S: Maybe this would be a better risk instead.

Hector raises an eyebrow, propping back up on his elbow.

S: "I have heard there are orgies in Dracula's court. Is it true?"

Hector shakes his head, having to lean up a little more to avoid a small weiner dog who has woken up and is trying to nip away his ear.

H: I don't know who said that, nor if that is true. I've certainly never been invited.

S: Maybe Cezar chews up the invitations?

H: He's more intelligent than I give him credit for if that's true.

R: You really wouldn't go?

H: Of course not. Even if these orgies were happening I know Godbrand would be responsible for starting it.

Both Mod Rose and Mod Soviet grimace.

H: That is exactly my point.

S: Now that that horrifying image is in my head forever... (Mod Rose gags in the background) This last question is probably the most lewd (Rose stops gagging and looks up), filthy (Rose’s eyes glitter), outright scandalous ask of them all. Are you ready?

H: No. 

R: Yes!

Hector lies back down, lifting up the snoozy Havanese and setting it over his eyes.

H: Just say it then.

S: The last ask is... "Can I please marry you and take care of you?? Sorry! I am just so happy you exist! 💜💜💜 have some cookies!”

Hector convulses with laughter, having to scoot the puppy off his face when it startles awake. Rose looks somewhere between delighted and very disappointed.

H: I- ha! You had me prepared for the worst.

S: Well the real bad news is the puppies got into the cookies before this. Thankfully no belly aches, but that’s no dessert for you.

H: That’s fine, this was fun.Though if I’m honest I much prefer that last question to the few previous. Though I admit I’m not used to being taken care of, so that would take some getting used to.

Hector sits back up, holding the Havanese to his chest.

S: Well, thank you very much for coming in.

H: Of course, my pleasure.

R: I’m gonna have to ask you to put the puppies down though.

Hector pauses mid shifting the Havanese to one arm so he can reach for the Weiner dog with the other.

H: What?

R: We need those for the next interview.

H: Ah, I see.

Hector makes no move to put them down.

S: Well...he could take one.

R: Two?

S: Fine, two.

Hector grins, shouldering up the pups into his arms and casting a wistful look at the remaining pack.

H: Well for their sake I hope it’s someone who is good to them and can care for them.

Mod Rose chokes on a laugh while Mod Soviet suddenly finds the ceiling very interesting.

S: Let’s just say they’ll do their best...

[sparkly-despair-imagines]

Hey!! Good luck with the blog! Could I get the drv3 boys + nagito and Chiaki (everybody loves them you can’t blame me) getting surprised with a pet for some special occasion by the s/o? (I’ll probably rq from here a lot btw) thank you!

Furry surprise!

Thank you so much!! You're so sweet!

I'm sorry this took so long, I wanted everyone to get a different pet and occasion for it not to be repetitive! I think it's a little big again :c

I worked hard on it, please enjoy!

~Mod Dia

Chiaki Nanami

It was March 14th, Chiaki’s birthday.

She was really excited because you had made plans to take her out to eat at a restaurant that was near her favorite arcade, so you two could play after dinner.

When you started dating she had told you that she had always wanted a pet, but that she was afraid of being a bad owner because it was too much work.

Last year you gave her a game for her game girl, so for this year you decided to pick a pet bird for her!

You were waiting for her to get ready, sitting on your bed with a cardboard box on your lap, with an adorable blue-crowned conure inside.

After some minutes she opened the door to your room, dropping her purse and letting out a little squeal when she noticed the birdie.

“It’s so cute.” She said as she crouched near the bed to see it better. “Is it for me?”

“Yeah!” You gently picked up the parakeet and put it on Chiaki’s hands. “Do you like it?”

“I love it! Thank you, S/O.” She gave you a sweet smile.

You could tell she was delighted, and the rest of the night she seemed a bit more energetic than usual.

When the conure grew up it turned out to require a little more effort to take care of than you had initially thought. Because it was so dear to Chiaki, and also because you had grown quite attached to the bird yourself, you helped her take care of it most of the time.

Nagito Komaeda

“Merry Christmas, Nagito!” You said as you gave him his present.

“Thank you, S/O.” He accepted the gift with a smile. “I still can’t believe I’m with someone as amazing as you… You didn’t need to, really.”

“I would feel really bad if I didn’t.” You plopped down next to him on the couch. “Especially since I’m staying at your house, it would be rude.”

Before he could reply you continued: “And I got it for you because I wanted to, and because you deserve it!”

He let out a small chuckle and muttered something under his breath that you didn’t get to hear.

“So it’s okay if I open it, right?”

“Of course!”

As he took the lid off the box, he was surprised by a cute fuzzy bunny that popped out of it onto him. “Oh, hello there.”

Nagito had the cutest look on his face as he let the small animal smell his hand and petted it.

“Do you like it?” You nervously asked “I was originally going to get a dog, but then I saw this cute little white bunny and he reminded me of you and I had to get it.”

“I like it very much, thank you S/O.” He kissed your cheek making you turn a little red at the unexpected act of affection. “Eh.. so cute."

Shuichi Saihara

For your first date anniversary you and Shuichi went to the hot springs.

He had been working himself off and you both decided it would be a good way to relax and spend some quality time together.

When you were done, you two took the train home and you asked him to set the table while you would get dinner for both of you.

Imagine his surprise when you came home with a yappy corgi puppy!

“..S/O?!” He exclaimed as the dog run excitedly to him.

“I’ve been wanting to give you something because you’ve been under so much stress lately.” You explained. “I think you could really benefit from having this little guy. Also, he’s really cute!”

“…You’re not wrong about that.” Shuichi petted the doggie. “S/o?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you..” He was blushing as he took a step closer to you. “Can I-?”

“Of course!” You smiled as he cupped your cheek with his hand and gave you a soft peck on the lips.

“Also, S/O?”

“Hmhm?”

“Where’s dinner?”

Oops.

Kaito Momota

It had been around 5 years since you and Kaito started dating, the two of you decided to buy a house together!

You were on the process of moving out. You had already packed your things and were at Kaito’s helping him.

“Babe, can you come here help me take this to the truck?” You asked your boyfriend.

“Coming!” He walked up to you noticing the big box you were talking about. “Damn, this is huge, S/O! What on earth did you put in here?”

“Check it for yourself.” You told him containing your laugh.

“It better not be a prank, I swear to g-” He was interrupted by the sound of faint barking. “What the..?”

A beautiful German shepherd jumped out of it, spooking the poor guy beyond belief and leading him to let out a not so manly scream.

“He’s adorable right?” You laughed patting the dog’s head.

“Y-yeah, really cute S/O.”

Now you two wouldn’t feel lonely in your new big house!

Kaito treats the dog like he’s his son, it’s very endearing to watch.

Ryoma Hoshi

“Hey, love...” You put your hand on Ryoma’s shoulder. “I’ve got something for you, come with me.”

His dear pet cat had passed away recently and you could see it had taken a toll on him. He didn’t leave the house and passed most of the time sleeping, and when you pleaded with him to take care of himself he asked you to leave him alone.

It hurt you terribly to see Ryoma like this so you knew you had to do something.

He nodded at your request and followed you silently to the living room.

A shy kitten slowly approached him and sniffed his leg, letting out a soft meow.

At first, he didn’t know exactly what to do but then he took your hand and looked at you. “…I don’t deserve you.”

You shook your head. “Of course you do. I love you very much, you know?”

Ryoma wrapped his arms around you, embracing your figure tightly.

“Do you like him?” You asked returning the embrace.

“He’s perfect” He hugged you a little closer. “…I love you so much S/O.”

Rantaro Amami

Rantaro had just returned from a big trip!

“Welcome home!” You threw your arms around him. “I’ve missed you so much!”

He chuckled and hugged you for a bit before kissing your forehead. “I’ve missed you too.”

It was almost noon so you started heating something up for you to eat while Rantaro told you everything about his adventure.

“There’s someone I’d like you to meet.” You said after a spoonful of soup. “He’s been keeping me company since you were not here.”

“I see…” He stopped eating his pasta and looked at you. “Should I be jealous?”

“I don’t know, you tell me.” You laughed. “Donut, come here boy!”

You watched Rantaro’s puzzled look as a small beagle appeared running into your kitchen and sat right next to you, waiting for a treat.

“Isn’t he the cutest?” You asked giving the pup a doggie biscuit. “I wanted him to be trained when you arrived so I got him a couple of weeks before.”

“You named him Donut?” He looked amused. “That’s adorable, S/O.”

“Well, I think it fits him.” You explained.

The beagle walked to Rantaro and licked his hand while waging his tail in a playful manner. “It’s not fair, he already loves you!”

Gonta Gokuhara

How could you be so careless? You had accidently stepped on one of Gonta’s bugs, instantly killing the poor insect.

He said it was alright, since you didn’t do it on purpose but it was still obvious that he was sad about it.

You decided that you would buy another bug for Gonta, to show him that you really regretted not being more careful!

You went to your local pet store but they didn’t have any insects for sale or adoption so you somehow found yourself returning home with no bugs but with a cute black chinchilla.

“I arrived.”

“Welcome home, S/O!” You were greeted by your boyfriend. “What is that?”

“I thought about giving you something to compensate for the bug accident.” You said handing him the cage you were carrying. “I hope you like it!”

“S/O don’t need to compensate. Just S/O is enough!” Gonta gave you a big smile. “But Gonta happy for the gift.”

He observed the little animal inside the cage. “What kind of animal is this?”

“It’s a chinchilla.” You explained.

“Fascinating!” Gonta seemed to like it. “Thank you, S/O! Gonta will take care of it!”

And he kept his promise.

Kokichi Ouma

It was Valentines’ day.

For the past 3 years you had been giving him chocolate and cake so this time you settled for something slightly different.

You were setting the enclosure for the rosy boa you had picked when Ouma burst through the door demanding affection.

“S/O-chan~…” He hugged you from behind. “Weren’t you supposed to be pampering me all day? I had to search for you, were you hiding from me?”

“No, Kokichi, I wasn’t.” You rolled your eyes. “Now go away, you’ll ruin the surprise.”

“Oh what’s that?” He noticed the enclosure. “Oh my gosh S/O, you’re going to give me an aquarium?”

He got closer to take a better look. “You’re the best! How did you know I’ve always wanted an empty fish tank?”

“Yeah, that’s your gift, now leave.”

“Oh, come on. Can’t you tell me what it is at least?” He asked. “I promise I won’t be disappointed even if it’s just a lame goldfish or something.”

“… Is that a lie?”

“Who knows?” He said mischievously. “Just tell me, pretty please?”

“Just look on that box over there.”

“Nishishi, I knew you’d give in…” He said as he was opening the box. “OH- Oh my god! This is actually pretty cool!”

Guess who bragged for weeks that he got a pet snake from his s/o?

Korekiyo Shinguji

You had a blast at the graduation party with Korekiyo and all your friends last night.

You woke up and tried to get up but two arms closed around your waist pulling you back down.

“Kiyo…” You attempted to free yourself from his embrace.

He whispered his sweet nothings into your ear hoping you’d just go back to sleep, an option you had seriously considered at this point but ultimately decided against, kissing him in the cheek and getting up.

Today the axolotls you bought were supposed to arrive!

Still groggy, you walked to the kitchen and got yourself a bowl of cereal.

You managed to eat and do the dishes without making much noise and by the time you were done your new pets had arrived.

They seemed to like the beautifully decorated habitat you had discreetly set up the night before, and you were excited to show it to Kiyo.

When you got to your shared bedroom, your boyfriend was up already.

“Hey, Kiyo” You called. “I have something to show you.”

“Okay.” He followed you to the kitchen. “Oh my, this truly is beautiful.”

“I see you like them. What do you want to call them?” You giggled.

You two discussed what you should name your axolotls while Kiyo got his breakfast.

K1-B0

Despite being quite busy himself, Keebo had helped you out a lot with your studies the whole school year so you wanted to thank him!

You decided to adopt two little Sun parakeets and bought a decent sized cage for them, which you would place in your living room.

Keebo arrived home latter that day and greeted you with a smile, before noticing the birdies.

“What do you think of them?” You asked. “I wanted to thank you for always helping me out.”

“I think they’re very beautiful, thank you, S/O.” He said. “However, I don’t know much about birds… Will you help me take care of them?”

“Of course!” You hugged him. “It’s the least I could do.”

You two were really excited about the new addiction to your family! You had fun deciding their names and they quickly became a big part of your daily life.

[tarotdeckshuffle]

Witch and familiar au what if one of the guys from ff xv was cursed as a furry animal and mc, the local witch, finds them and takes care of them and poof they wake up with a half whatever animal/human in their bed and the other is just all "yeah so this awkward but I gotta a good explanation." Im leaning heavily on it being Prompto with some form of dog ears.

I’m glad I can finally get to this request, @roshytsunami! I was originally going to do HCs about a lot of characters in this situation, but now I think I’ll do a short fic.

I think your idea about half fish Noctis (wait, that’s a merman, right?) is awesome! I also really want to see faun Gladio (goat legs and maybe horns?) and maybe a half cat Ignis…rotfl idk. OHH! What about a half falcon Ravus, so he can have wings?!?! Or a wolfy Nyx?! Ok, I’m getting ahead of myself. I don’t have time to write all of these right now >.

If any of these ideas sound good to you, please request them! I get to requests before originals and use them to gauge what ideas people think sound interesting.

Btw, Roshy is a mod for an upcoming Prompto centered zine that you can check out here!

Prompto just works too well with SnapChat…

Taglist: @idiotflowerex, @laststory1013, @sayaoqueen, @jophinabean, @mysme-already

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Love Spell

Eye of newt,Tongue of dove,A blue flame’s soot,NOW SHOW MY LOVE!

Over your table top cauldron you chanted, throwing each ingredient in. The small container bubbled with a pinkish liquid until you chanted the last line, in which it overflowed into yellow steam over the sides. It was the color of a sunflower explosion.

Fitting, considering who you were looking for.

You must be truly desperate to be trying your own spell to find him, you thought to yourself. The room around you stayed quiet as the yellow steam dissipated.

Life wasn’t easy for your friendly neighborhood modern witch. The tarot cards were moody and only liked to read misfortune while your modern cauldron was the size of a two cup measuring cup. Who could afford a giant cast iron pot these days? You made up most of your own spells because the ingredients for the ones you found in old books or online all called for expensive items that couldn’t be found in your city. You were a witch that flew by the seat of your pants, not a broom.

Without warning, the smell of the potion exploded into the room. It was an unpleasant combination like cheap cologne and a seeding mint plant. The odor overwhelmed your small flat and your ran to the kitchen window, throwing it open to gasp at the fresh air.

As your lungs took their fill, you lingered in the warm windowsill. The sun glowed on your skin, heating your body after the cold of your flat. Your fingers played in the soft soil of your flower box, dancing between your herb plants.

Your eyes stared off into the sunny day, willing you to wander down the busy streets below in search of him. You dreamed of him as your gaze settled on your neighbors yellow and orange marigolds. They reminded you of his hair and cheerful smile.

The man you loved had been gone for three days now. He had gone out to get you coffee and never returned. You missed your love and were worried sick about him.

Sure, you had only been dating for a few weeks now, but you knew you loved him the moment you met him. It was the type of situation where the word just fit. He was your sunshine: the light of your life and the warmth to your days. But you had been too scared to tell him that. Now, you were worried you’d never get the chance to.

It had been three sleepless nights, thousands of missed calls, and hundreds of hours out looking for him. But he was still gone without a trace.

You were woken from your daydream by a sound at the door: scratching. Oh by the six, had you summoned something with your made up ramblings?

You spun from the window, grabbing the first item that could be used as a weapon, which happened to be a large wooden spoon. You held your new sword before you, ready for whatever was going to tear your door down. Your breathing came in gasps and your hands shook as you listened to the soft scratching.

Every sound made you flinch. You felt certain that the front door would come flying towards you at any moment. Your heart beat thrummed in your ears.

Silence.

“HERE IT COMES here IT comes here it COMES here itcomeshereitcomes” the words tumbled through your mind faster than you could comprehend them.

But nothing happened.

The door stayed perfectly still. When a soft whimpering was heard from the other side.

It sounded like a puppy.

You willed your frozen feet to move, to help you find out what was outside that door. Your initial instinct was to believe it a daemon’s trick, something to lure you outside, but curiosity got the best of you.

One hand on the doorknob, the other holding your spoon up to strike, you whispered, “Please don’t kill me,” before you threw the front door open.

Staring ahead, you half expected to see some giant, red and black glowing beast, ready to tear you apart. Instead, there was nothing.

You looked down towards movement on the floor to see a golden colored puppy sitting at your feet.

The two of you stared at each other in confusion, before it barked at you with its shrill but adorable voice.

Your head snapped to the upheld spoon. “Sorry!” You apologized while lowering it. The puppy rose to all four feet, trying to measure up to you.

You picked up the small baby, holding it before you to examine it. “So…boy,” you confirmed. “Tell me, are you some great daemon in disguise that I summoned to bring about my own bloodied doom?” You looked the bundle of fluff in the eyes. He just whimpered and waged his tail at you.

“AWWWW! You’re too cute to be here to hurt me! Aren’t you little guy!” At the will of this squirming puppy, you became a baby talking, giddy, melty mess. If it was going to kill you, at least you’d die happy from seeing something so adorable. You carried the little pup inside, cradled in your arms.

The rest of your day was spent drenched in sunlight, warm away from your sorrow. You now had someone to care for.

You made some homemade food for your new friend and stitched up some makeshift toys. You would sprawl out on your living room rug and play with him. As the sun was setting, painting the bricks of your flat in orange, you realized he still didn’t have a name. You smiled, watching the puppy yawn, content to put the task off until tomorrow.

You cuddled into your bed, soft and safe from the world outside. Your new friend whimpered on the floor, until you relented, picking him up to cuddle into your blankets with you. He curled up in your arms and was soon snoring under your adoring gaze.

It felt like mere moments later when you awoke. Everything was so warm; from the morning sun streaming in, to your blankets, even the breath on your skin.

WAIT!

Breath on your skin?!

You looked down frantically. Were a soft puppy had once laid, now a blond haired handsome man lay, curled up against your chest.

Your cheeks burned red as you scuttled backwards. Your bed mate moaned in his sleep.

“PROMPTO!?!” You cried! Was he really here? Now? Was this a dream?

“Errmm, [Y/N]?” He blinked sleep filled eyes, trying to focus on you. “[Y/N]!!!!” He realized suddenly who you were, tackling you onto the other side of the bed.

He was so excited to see you! You had to close your eyes to the onslaught of kisses…very wet kisses.

“Prom! Where have you…what have you…” He pulled away from you, his sky blue eyes staring into yours. You couldn’t help but notice small, fluffy ears sticking out of his golden hair as his tongue lolled out his open mouth. “What happened?!”

“I missed you so much, [Y/N]! I swear I can explain everything!” He dove into a rambling story, a tail swishing in your sheets to his cadence.

Ears, tongue, a tail…had your puppy friend been Prompto?!

“Prom, Prompto, sunshine…PROM! Stop!” Finally you got him to quiet. “I don’t think it’s all worn off…” You picked up your phone to show him what he looked like in the camera. He stared obliviously happy at you as you took his picture.

You turned your phone around. It took him a moment to recognize his own reflection. When he did, he snatched the device from your hands.

“THAT’S ME?!” He cried as though it was your fault.

You just nodded, still in shock at the puppy boy in front of you. A blush bloomed again. You had slept with the puppy, you had rolled around on the floor with the puppy, you had seen the puppy’s…

He started to panic, still staring at your phone.

“You were that puppy!” The realization left your lips.

“YEAH! AND NOW I’M ME BUT I’M STILL PUPPY AND…” Prompto had at least triple your anxiety.

You took a moment to breath. Everything was crazy, but he was here now. That’s what mattered.

“Prom, what happened?” You hoped your forcibly calm voice would help him.

“There was this person and I bumped into them and they knew my name and then I saw them here and…”

He was going to give himself a panic attack at this rate! So, you stopped him in the best way you knew how.

You pressed your lips to his. You had missed these soft lips. You felt the tension in your body release as you tasted his wet lips, letting your souls click into place.

Gently, slowly, you pulled away. “What was that for?” Your sunshine asked breathlessly.

“True love’s kiss and all that jazz,” you replied softly, half hoping it had worked.

“Oh…better try again, then.” And in an instant, your lips were reunited.

You could feel the heat in your cheeks rise. You had never purposefully been in a bed with Prompto,  much less like this before!

As heat was starting to build, he suddenly pulled away, his eyes wide. He jumped out of the bed and made for the bathroom.

“Prom? Honey, what’s wrong?” You called, concerned by his sudden departure.

“Gotta go!” He called, slamming the door.

You smiled at the strange scene.

“IT’S REALLY HARD TO GO WHEN YOU KEEP TRYING TO RAISE YOUR LEG!” He yelled from the other side of the door. Yeah, your Prompto was back.

The rest of the morning was filled with a slow breakfast and as much time in each other’s arms as you could have. Prompto kept trying to lick you instead of kiss you and he accidently did whine a few times.

Eventually, you pieced together his story. It sounded like a rival witch had been trying to cast this spell on you, when Prompto walked out of your apartment and right into it! You laughed with him but vowed to get revenge on whoever did this.

With a little bit of research and luck, you discovered that Prompto’s transformation would go away with time and “warm love”. He would need to constantly be around someone he loved, to take care of them and be cared for, until all the symptoms went away, or else he would transform back into a puppy!

“You poor thing! The shock of the transformation must have scared you so bad that you ran away!” You pet his head, trying to comfort him through understanding.

Prompto laughed nervously.

“What’s wrong, babe?”

“I guess…this means the cat’s out of the bag…heh or the dog.” He did a weak finger guns to you.

“What?”

“The ‘L’ word stuff! LOVE! Now you know…” He looked down sadly. “And I never got to surprise you or make it super romantic or something…”

You smiled, pulling him in close for a tight hug. “Yeah, but I don’t need that, because I have you.” You pulled away to hold is face in your hands. “Prompto, I love you and I never want to lose you again.”

His eyes sparked. “I love you, too, [Y/N]. Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere.”

You held each other tight, wrapped in the strongest magic the world had ever known: Love.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“I was a pretty cute puppy, wasn’t I?”

“Yes, you still are!”“I am not!” “You can still be very dog-like at times.”

“Well, you don’t need a leash to keep me around.” ;)

“What if I want one?”

“What?”

“What?”

[accio-ambition]

No Good Deed (12/15)

Summary: Killian Jones is a gentleman. He and his brother pride themselves on the matter, even if it ends with harm to them. So when an angry ex of Killian’s client bites him, he tends to the wound, watches it heal, and thinks no more of it.Until he wakes up in a closet on his ship with no memory of what happened the night of the full moon.

Fleeing from the unknown, the brothers Jones find Storybrooke, and with it, Emma Swan, who is a lot more familiar with their situation than anyone could expect. And when an old foe comes to their new home, Killian has to rely on new talents to keep those he loves safe.

Rating: M for language, violence, some sexual content. (better safe than sorry)

Content warnings: violence

Please make sure your seatbelts are fastened and your tray tables are up and stowed away. We're beginning our descent into mayhem. Sort of. It's a shortie but a goodie. As always, many thanks to @killiarious, @wellhellotragic, and the mods at @captainswanbigbang for all they've done during this endeavor. Literally, you would not be seeing this if it weren't for them.

Ao3

Chapter Twelve

Milah is an enigma. He uses all of his internet prowess and research abilities and comes up with nothing. Then he taps into Swan’s seniority at the sheriff's station and at least comes up with a couple of Milahs, a couple thousand Golds, but neither share both names.

He wracks his brain for literally anything else he knows about her. He searches her name along with New York, with boats, with crime and other horrible ideas he hopes she was never involved in. And still nothing.

“Didn’t you say she had a son?”

Killian’s squinting at the TV one evening, not looking, and not seeing, but Emma’s voice cuts through everything.

“What was that?” he asks.

She looks at him instead of the screen, handful of popcorn halfway to her mouth. “Every time you tell the story, you mention how she had a kid,” she explains. “Have you tried looking for the son?”

It takes him three more days of wracking his brain and searching every nook and cranny of his memory before he remembers Milah’s son’s name.

Neal. Neal Gold. He can work with that.

Four results pop up when he searches the name in the New York area in the sheriff’s database. He calls the first two and gets no answers, only machines.

But the third time's the charm, they say.

“Hello?” THe voice on the other side of the line surprises Killian, a welcome change from the robotic tones he’d been listening to. It’s gruff, like he’d just woken up, and curt.

“Hello there,” Killian greet shim. “Um, this might be incorrect, but I was hoping to speak with your mother. Lass called Milah?”

The man groans. “That’s uncalled for, man.”

Killian furrows his brow,glancing around his office. “I’m sorry,  don’t understand,” he says. “I’m an old acquaintance of hers and I haven’t been able to find any contact inf-”

“My mom died four years ago,” Neal says, stern and short. “Car accident. Eighteen wheeler t-boned her.”

“Oh.” He tries not to feel as crestfallen as he is. Resilient Milah, fallen by something mundane as a truck. There goes that plan of his to save his pack. “I’m sorry for your loss.”

From the other end, Neal sighs. “You can stop looking for her now,” he says. “Don’t call this number again.”

“Wait!” He doesn’t mean to shout into the microphone, but apparently a new idea forms quick as lightning in his mind. He doesn’t hear the tell-tone click of an end call in the pause and then moan, and Killian takes it as a victory. “Perhaps you can help me.”

“Look, man, I don’t want to continue to donate to whatever cause she was into,” Neal says. “Money’s tight as it is, I’ve got a kid on the way-”

“No, nothing like that,” Killian corrects him. He takes a deep breath and the takes the plunge. “You were probably too young to recall, but you and your mother left your father on a ship. Took you from Manhattan to New Jersey.” Neal grunts, hopefully as some sort of affirmative, for Killian’s sake, for he continues. “I was the captain of that ship.”

There’s another long pause. It unnerves him, but Killian hopes against hope that this man will help him in his quest.

“What do you want?” Neal finally asks.

After a slight sigh in relief, Killian says, “It’s a bit of a long story, but your father feels, by doing so so long ago, I’ve wrong him.”

It goes silent again, save for the sounds of traffic in the background. “And?”

Killian’s confusion grows. “And it wouldn’t be a problem except I’ve got a growing family meself that he’s threatening to hurt.”

Neal gives a deprecating chuckles. “Yeah, sounds like him.”

“I had hoped that you might want to reconnect with your father. Calm him down, tell him of your life so far and your mother, how she lived after him.”

The silence only now becomes unnerving. Killian strains for anything that sounds like a living being on the other end of the phone line, and nearly comes up short.Neal sighs again, heavier than before, and Killian hears the scratching of something against something else. “I wish I could help you, man, but I haven't even thought about my father since I was a kid,” Neal explains. “I don’t have any plans to change that.”

“Please,” Killian pleads. “Simply speak with him. Long enough for me and my family to get away from him.”

He knows it’s coming, but the tsk and negative sound that ushers form Neal still hurts him. “Sorry, man,” he says. “You’re on your own.” And then he hangs up. Conversation over and done.

But not for Killian. This is his family he’s talking about. Emma and the pup. He has to do whatever it takes, go wherever he needs to and convince whoever to get Gold away from his family.

Neal is the ticket. Killian knows that. He’s sure Neal knows it, but is refusing, frankly, on good terms.

That’s not going to stop Killian from trying to bring Gold’s son back into his life. So that’s the next step, logically speaking. Killian’s got to bring Neal to Storybrooke, Gold’s last known location, to bring him out of hiding and into the hands of the law.

“Killian, you really shouldn’t do this.” Of course Liam’s going to try and dissuade him from his mission. He’s his elder brother, first and foremost, but Liam also knows that the wolf within Killian isn’t necessarily going to approach Neal in the most peaceful of ways.

“I’ve got to,” Killian says, shoving things into a duffle bag haphazardly. “I haven’t been able to sleep soundly since I saw him. Knowing that he could possibly hurt Emma and the babe is a pall over what should be a happy time in all of our lives.”  Whipping around, Killian glares at his brother. “Neal is coming back here to talk this out with Gold. I’ll not give him a choice.”

And then he goes back to packing clothes that don’t even make sense for his hopefully short trip to New York.

Liam sits on the mattress, watching Killian cautiously. He doesn’t say anything for a while, until a mumbled, “Be careful, little brother,” comes from his mouth. Killian turns around, shaking his head and opening his mouth, reminding Liam yet again that he doesn’t need it, Emma does, but Liam holds up a hand to stop him. “For the umpteenth time, I’ll watch out for her. I’m as invested in this as you are.” His hand falls to his side, slapping against his thigh. “You, on the other hand, are walking in without back up to call. And, as your elder brother, I am allowed to worry for you.”

With everything they’ve been through together in life - the end of the parents, the foster system, lycanthropy - Killian often forgets how much Liam has either given up or done for him. Taking a moment from his packing craze, Killian sets down the clothes he’s holding to embrace his brother.

“I will be fine, Liam,” he reassures. “If I’m not, you can feel free to murder me in my sleep.”

Laughing, Liam claps him on the back. “I’m holding you to your word, little brother.”

When he tells Emma of his plan, though, she is not as calm and good-humored as Liam.

“Killian Jones, you are a fucking moron if you think for a moment I’m letting you go without me.” Her hands rest akimbo on her hips at the end of their bed, her face furrowed in anger and concern. He, on the other hand, is throwing his toiletries bag in the duffle, and spins around in frustration when she declares her intent.

“Like hell you are, Emma.”

“I have no problem mauling you, even in human form!” she yells, gesturing wildly, her teeth bared. “You can’t go, Killian! What if I go into labor or something?”

“You won’t,” he assures her in a calm voice. Cautiously, Killian approaches her, lowering her arms until the rest, together, on her stomach. He strokes her knuckles with one hand, the stretch of her stomach with the other. “As much as we both would love to meet the little one, we both know you’ve got a little bit of a ways to go.”

He’s so intent on soothing her nerves, on the steady movement of his fingers against her body, that he nearly overlooks the sounds of sniffing. When he looks up, Killian finds tears threatening to fall from her eyes. Emma’s shoulders start to stutter.

“Killian,” she says, voice wobbly. “Please, don’t go,” she begs. “Don’t leave me.”

It’s only then that he comes to he comes to the realization that she’s afraid he’s running away from her, from the life they��ve created together. It makes sense: she’s in a fragile state as it is, and here he is, running off on some mission with no real reason.

He won’t have that.

Taking her face in is hands, Killian frames her cheeks with his thumbs and wipes away the stray tears that have fallen. “I’m coming back, Swan. You can’t get rid of me that easily,” he promised her. He presses his lips to her forehead before adding, “I want you to be safe. This is the best way for me to accomplish that.”

“Are you sure?” she asks. He nods, and she follows suit. “You’re going to come back,” she states, matter-of-factly.

“I swear on my life and Liam’s, I will come back to you.”

Emma’s silent for a moment ,searching his face and his eyes for any hint of the lie he isn’t telling. “Good,” she finally deems with a sniffle. She wipes at her own eyes. “I’m going to murder the both of you if you don’t. Just rip you to pieces with my teeth and leave different parts of your body all spread out over the woods.”

Killian chuckles. “I love it when you threaten my life,” he jests, kissing her fully on the lips. He pulls away to her smile and while it’s not exactly the situation either of them want to be on, he thinks that it’s good enough as is.

[pokemagines]

fire emblem villains + protecting summoner from valter

anon asked: “(I'm having trouble wording this right…) Could I request the FE villains in heroes overhearing Valter's creepy yandere-stalker type plans for the summoner and basically after that whenever they see him within 20 ft of her they just kinda automatically pick her up and carry her out of there?”

a/n: this isn’t poly but it’s basically all the villains have a crush on the sumemer :^) tw: valter being creepy lol

ALSO THIS IS SUPER LONG I GOT CARRIED AWAY! --mod touko

nine o’clock am

   you lifelessly stir your porridge, too tired from last nights planning to have the motivation to lift the spoon to your mouth. sharena and anna are talking at you, but you only respond with nods of your head or little “mhm”s to let them know you were sort of paying attention. 

   “you need to eat, [name].” lyon says, and you lazily shift your gaze to the purple-haired boy. a small smile grows on your face.

   “can you feed me? i’m too tired to feed myself.” you tease, and you see lyon flush pink, his eyes dropping down to the floor. 

   “y-you don’t m-mean that-!” he stammers out of nervousness, and you just chuckle quietly to yourself. lyon was adorable when he was flustered. but he was right about eating, so you take his advice and eat a spoonful of the now-cold, flavorless porridge. you shoot him an ‘are you happy’ look, but then feel someone tug at your hair. you see anna and sharena visibly stiffen, and lyon sits up straight. you knit your eyebrows, thinking that it’s probably just nowi, but when you turn around you see it’s valter, a wide grin on his face.

   “hm... you smell good today [name]...” he continues to stroke your hair, wrapping a few strands around his slender fingers. “delicious enough for my taking.” you open your mouth to curse him out for being such a creep, but instead lyon stands up, stepping in between you and the wyvern knight.

   “leave her alone.” he says, voice wavering but still standing firm. your hand is on breidablik just in case valter tries anything, but instead he just laughs.

   “you send your pup after me?” he’s still laughing, puffing himself up to look down on the shorter man. “oh, i know you, you’re the prince of grado. you’re more pathetic than i remember.”

   “i said leave her alone.” you curse, knowing lyon’s voice dropping an octave meant only one thing, that the demon king was now in control. “or i will have no choice but to put you down like the dog you are.” valter looks amused, gripping his lance tighter, but you realize this has gone too far, so you use breidablik to teleport valter to the training tower where he could actually kill something. you sigh, leaning back against the table. lyon looks at you blankly, his eyes wide and dark unlike their usual pale purple color. 

   now you had a different problem on your hands.

twelve o’clock pm

   “there you are!” you freeze, hearing the familiar voice of valter. “you sent me away this morning, i suppose you’re not as daft as i first thought.” his voice is laced with venom. you want nothing more than to teleport him away, but feeling your hip you realize that you left your divine weapon in your room. 

   “i’m full of surprises.” you pull your coat tighter over yourself, trying to conceal the fact you don’t have breidablik with you. “now, please leave me before i send you back to where you came from.” he sneers, grasping your chin roughly and pulling you to look up at him, a sickening grin on his face.

   “i don’t think you will, little girl.” he looks you over like he would devour you at any moment, “i went by your room and i saw that blasted weapon that allows you control of me.” a few hairs fall in front of his face, making him look even more wild than he looked before. you try and pull away, but despite how strong you are, he’s even stronger, and his grip tightens to the point you swear a bruise will form. he lets out a tutting noise, and your eyes start to water. 

   “aw, are you going to cry, kitten?” he mocks, and you glare up at him, “maybe i’ll let you go if you beg in the way i like... so let me hear those sweet cries from you.” 

   “you lech,” you feel someone grab you from behind, and you instinctively burrow yourself into their chest, trying to get away from valter. “your filthy hands are not worthy to touch her, leave now and i won’t skewer you to the walls.” it’s then you realize it’s berkut’s voice, deep and rough and you know those threats are true. 

   “this another one of your dogs, [name]?” he grins, his eyes staring down berkut, who’s weapon is pointing right at him, you tucked under his arm like a baby bird. “very well. but don’t think this is over, you will kneel to me, one way or another.” and with a last threat, he walks out of the library. when berkut hears the doors close, he sets down his lance, gaze softening as he looks at you.

   “he didn’t hurt you did he? i’ll kill him if he did.” you sniffle, wrapping your arms around berkut’s neck, letting out the scared tears that you had been holding back. 

   “no, but thank you for saving me, berkut.” you whisper, “i owe you one.” berkut chuckles lightly, slowly encircling his arms around your waist.

   “that you do.”

five o’clock pm

   “is he still staring at me?” you ask grima, purposely facing him/her so that you didn’t have to look at the man whose been following you all day. grima turns his/her gaze to valter, who is indeed watching at you. 

   “i can pluck his eyes out if you want.” grima whispers back, no intent of humor evident in his/her voice. 

   “thanks for the offer but i’ll pass.” you sigh, alfonse clearing his throat and looking at the two of you, like a stern mother trying to keep her kids quiet in church. you probably should’ve been paying attention to anna’s speech about how tough the next battle was going to be, but you couldn’t bring yourself to focus, as you can practically feel valter’s gaze piercing into the back of your head. 

   “switch seats with me.” she/he says, already getting up. you oblige, earning a few odd stares from the other heroes in the room, but not caring. instantly, grima spreads his/her wings, effectively blocking valter’s view of you. you hear him cackle from across the room, but you could care less. you smile gently up at grima, mouthing a ‘thank you’ to him/her, and grima shrugs, trying his/her best to remain their uncaring attitude. he/she then proceeds to flip off valter, and you hear valter scramble to fight grima, only to be held back by a few of the other heroes.

   war meeting were supposed to be peaceful.

twelve o’clock am

   stifling a yawn, you open up your notebook to go and check to see if all the wyverns were in their place at the stable. usually, you would have done this much earlier, but considering how your day went, it was a surprise that you even got to it at all. you had only recently started counting the wyverns, as they usually behaved, but after cherche’s went missing one day and she caused an uproar (you have never been scared of anyone more in your life), the job had fallen on you.

   opening the stalls, you hear the loud screeches of the beasts, and you wince, the noise piercing your ears. you walk to the first few stalls, reaching your hand in and letting the wyvern’s nuzzle into your palm. you check off the two ‘minerva’s’ aka gerome and cherche’s wyverns. 

   then, you see your favorite wyvern, that belonged to one of your favorite people, michalis. you smile softly, grabbing some treats out of your pockets, and walking into the pen. 

   “hey buddy,” you coo softly, walking closer to the beast. it jumps up, its tail thumping against the walls of the pen. “i got something for you.” you stick your palm out flat, a few strips of dried beef for her. it quickly eats it up, nuzzling against your side, sniffing your familiar scent. at first, the wyvern would try and kill you when you got withing ten feet of it, but after getting to know the beast, it had warmed up to you. 

   “all alone i see?” comes a familiar erratic voice. a chill runs up your spine, and michalis’s wyvern growls. “well, this is a treat for me...”

   “valter, please,” you plead, stepping behind the wyvern. “can’t you just leave me alone?” 

   “oh, are you scared of me, kitten?” he sneers, “good. it’s always more fun when my prey is cornered.” his lance glimmers dangerously in the moonlight. you know he isn’t going to kill you, he’s told you that much before, but otherwise his intentions were unknown to you. thankfully, michalis’s wyvern snaps at him, cornering him against the opposite wall, and you take the opening to run out of the pen. you step backwards, forgetting about the step up into the pen and landing on your ankle awkwardly, falling to the floor, your ankle throbbing. you cry out, seeing valter step out of the pen, a feral grin on his face as he sees you laying on the ground holding your injury.

   “you know you can’t run from me for long, [name]...” he kneels over you, breath fanning your face. you screw your eyes shut, turning from his gaze. this is it, you think, he’s going to enact whatever thing he had planned to make you submit to him, none of the options pretty. “i want to hear you grovel... come on now! let me hear you beg!” it’s then you hear a THUD, and you open your eyes. you see michalis standing beside you, an axe in his hand and valter laying beside you, seemingly unconscious. you breathe a sigh of relief for having been saved for the second time today.

   “i really need to train with an actual weapon,” you say, smiling weakly up at him. he peers down at you, looking you up and down. the only thing keeping tears from flowing is the familiar pump of adrenaline coursing through your veins. 

   “...you okay?” he asks, his voice low. you shake your head, laughing bitterly at the question. 

   “honestly? not really. valter’s been stalking me all day and i’ve had to be saved multiple times, i haven’t had a good night’s sleep for the last week, and now my ankle’s messed up.” you let out a sigh, “sorry... i’m just tired is all.” 

   “hm...” he almost seems to smile, “guess you won’t have to worry about that insect anymore.” he taps your head with his clawed gloves. “can you get up?”

   “with some help, maybe.” you hold your arms out for him to help you up, and he grunts. instead of helping you up, he scoops you up in his arms, bridal style, and starts back towards the castle.

   “tell anyone about this and i’ll end you.” he says, but you’re not listening to his words. instead, you cuddle into his chest, letting out a yawn, your adrenaline high crashing and you start to feel overwhelmingly tired. your eyelids feel heavy as you start to fall asleep in his arms, a small smile on your face.

   “thank you for saving me,” you whisper, “you really aren’t as mean as everyone thinks. i know you can be nice...” before dozing off to sleep. michalis chuckles, wondering how you could have possibly have this sort of effect on him. 

   “only for you.”

[harmonious-imagines]

Ooooo new blog! Can I ask for Ouma, Saihara, Kaito,Amami and Hoshi having to take care of their s/o's pet?? Only that the pet absolutely DESPISES them but acts like a little angel in front of their owner? (Aka the good old Psycho Poodle tv trope) >:3c

Ayo Mayo, I’m a small gay child and I wanna perish rn but anyway here ya go bb love yall (I think I did this wrong hhhhhh) also i lost all motivation to write so sorry :’)

~ Mod Amami

Saihara, Ouma, Amami, Momota, and Hoshi Taking Care of their S/O’s Pet, but their Pet Despises Them, and Acts Like An Angel In front of S/O

Shuuichi Saihara

Saihara didn’t know you were going out to visit family for a few days until you told him

You need your huskie taken care of? Sure! He doesn’t mind, take as much time as you need

He expected smooth sailing, since he was sure that he had all that he needed

Dog food? Check. Leash? Check. Food and water bowl? Check Check!

Things were going well at the start, when you were leaving

But it started to go downhill from there, your dog then growled at him and tackled him to the ground

He tried to get him off and calm him down, but unfortunately it didn’t work. He groaned as the huskie then started to chew out his shirt

Unfortunately, this has been going on the whole time you were gone, he had to replace all the broken objects before you came back, so he could ‘erase any evidence’ of destruction

When you came back, you saw an exhausted Saihara with disheveled hair and teeth marks on his forearm, laying down in a sweaty heap on the floor.

On the other hand, your dog was just sitting there, right next to him looking like a good boi while wagging his tail

This sushi is so confused and feels betrayed, he honestly doesn’t know what to do, he just goes with it

“H-Hey S/O! Don’t worry about me, I loved taking care of your dog, I’m…. just gonna go to sleep now.”

He passes out right then and there. The poor boy

He didn’t even get to see how nice your dog was, though if he did, he would be in shock and would explain how rambunctious your dog was

You dragged him to the bed and put him inside the covers, kissing him on the forehead

He deserves some well deserved rest

Kokichi Ouma

“Huh? Awww, you need to go? But I’d miss youuuu! I’m not letting you leave, never! But… that was a lie, wasn’t it? Nishishi! It’s fine, I’ll take good care of your dog, good luck on the job interview, I hope you don’t get it, but that was another lie!”

This guy thinks that it would be no problem taking care of your dog, probably thinks that he’s an expert and that things would be smooth sailing from then on

Bitch please, you really think it would be that easy?

He had a hard ass time trying to catch the fucking doggo. Of course the dog doesn’t trust him since after all, he is a liar

He spend a few minutes trying to catch the dog, but he sadly couldn’t

Oh, it’s on

Ouma sets up traps everywhere, trying to catch the little devil,but he usually ended up failing

He caught the dog once, but they got out of his grasp and started wrecking the house

He didn’t even care about the mess, he’s probably use to it

All he cares about is getting back at that little shit for wasting his precious time

Which is kind of ironic if you think about it

After setting up some traps, he tried to sneak up behind them and catch them off guard so he could snatch them up with ease and could

But again, it didn’t work at all, it failed miserably in fact. He kept missing and falls face flat on the floor

Once you get home, he was wailing and running up to you with cries of help, while your dog just sat there cutely

“Wahhhh! S/O is so mean for leaving me with the devil himself! …Nehehe, just kidding, it was easy peasy! Nothing went wrong! Well, I’ll see you later S/O I’m going out to meet my secret organization for business.”

Easy peasy huh? Devil huh? So why’s the house a wreck?

You assume that he was the one who wrecked the whole house, you ere mad at him for the whole day, while treating your dog like royalty. Ouma was obviously pissed

Damn dog

Rantarou Amami

You need your dog taken care of while your at the store? Oh sure, no problem it isn’t a big deal

He’s really calm with it, and  doesn’t mind taking care of your dog while you’re gone

He never took care of your dog, so he he doesn’t know how aggressive they are with others. He thinks everything will be a ok

He just assumes that it will me smooth sailing while you’re gone, so he just tries to take things easy, he’s not gonna be lazy! But he’s gonna try to be responsible and not stress over taking after them

Once you’re out of the door, he tried to get the dog to play with him, so it could have some fun!

But oh, things didn’t go the way he expected, far worse in fact

When you closed the door, your dog started growling at him, seething there teeth, this wasn’t a good sign

Running around, you dog knocked over lamps, destroyed your pillows, scratched your sofa, and demolished your things. While Amami was trying to catch them and calm them down so they could rest a bit

This is fine

Amami’s gonna try to get your things replaced when you get home, so this is going swell

Your dog then tugged at his pants, tearing off a piece of his clothing

Oh, it’s on

After minutes of chasing your dog around, he finally caught them the exact moment you walked through the door. When seeing you, your dog began to wail

Of course, not knowing the full story, you assumed that Amami was treating your dog badly, so you scolded him while pampering your dog like a doll

Absolute bullshit

He feels betrayed, your dog was looking like an angel, when they’re actually the devil himself

He just sighs and takes the scolding, you wouldn’t believe him if he says the truth

Kaito Momota

You need help? Yeah! He’s all up for it! For your dog? He loves dogs hell yea!

He’s perfectly fine with taking care of your dog while you’re out, he believes that he could take all the responsibility with your pet

He’s also really pumped to take care of your dog, since he’s able to train them to do amazing things, once you’re back, you’ll be amazed at what you’re little pup can do!

But things went downhill when you closed the door

You’re dog started growling, which kinda freaked him out a bit

When your dog jumped him, knocking him to the ground, and started to snarl and drool, he started to sCREAM

Scrambling up from the floor, he runs away into another room, peering out from the edge of the door

He no longer trusts them

But if he doesn’t start now, he might not get the opportunity to befriend him later!

After finally calming himself down, he creeped out of the side and tried is best to coax them into trusting him

He tried bribing them with their favorite kind of dog food, their favorite toys, hell, he even did their ‘bidding’ you could say

Sadly, all of his efforts have failed,and he laid there, in a heap of sweat

The dog kept slobbering and growling, starting to tear up furniture and making a wreck of the place

Momota wanted to stop them, but due to sheer exhaustion, he couldn’t move a muscle just stayed on the floor, only moving his eyes to look at the comotion your dog was making, it was obvious that he was in complete pain

Once you came back, your dog came down from the sofa and greeted you with yelps of joy and a kiss on the cheek

Momota on the other hand felt insulted, that you gave affection to that      d e m o n

He exclaimed how much of a satanic pup he was, and how he caused this whole mess

You explained to him that he gets that way with others, and that it’s the norm

???

How can you deal him?

At the end, Momota tries to get closer to them, and after a good while, it seems like he finally succeeds.

Ryouma Hoshi

Want your pet taken care of? Eh, why not

To be honest, he’s only taking care of your pet because you asked him too

Totally not because he loves animals, nope, not at all

He’s better with cats then dogs, so he thinks it’ll be a bit of trouble. A little spark in him hopes that things will go well.

But things usually don’t go his way, they never do when he wants them too

Once you’re gone, your dog started to make a wreck of the place

Sigh, he knew things weren’t going to go the way he planned

He just sits there, not bothering to fix anything. If he tries to confront your dog or stop them, things will probably get worse

Of course your dog wouldn’t like him, who would?

He expected that your dog would despise him, but love you

He knows how your dog is around you

But oh??? This is unexpected

It seems like your dog now thinks that Hoshi himself, is another pet. Your dog had started playing and cuddling up against Hoshi. Licking his face and all.

Hoshi didn’t expect this, really, he thought the dog would be totally aggressive and would chomp his arm off

But he enjoyed his time with them, he played along a bit, feeding them, playing fetch with them totally not with a tennis ball

Things were actually going well for him, he had a lot of fun.

When you finally came back, you saw him coddling the little pup, while your pet licked his face. Which was extremely adorable

It seems like he had a good time!

[enchanted-flowers]

How would the Underfell and Swapfell brothers do if their S/O was kidnapped by an assassin group, brainwashed and tortured until their mind broke and spirit crushed, leaving a hollow shell of a killing machine?

Underfell

Sans

He would be angry and search everywhere he could, researching every possible place that came to mind, and then some.  When he found the group, he would have no problem "dusting" the entire group, probably with the help of his brother, especially after seeing what they did to you.  They tried to pit you against him, to make him fight you and make you kill each other.  He refused and also refused either of you to be killed in the process.  He manages to knock you out but keeps your HP above 0, and once he's done dealing with the Assassin group, he comes back for you.  He doesn't care if you're a killing machine, or just a shell, he still loves you, and he promises to take care of you and find a way to reverse what they've done to you.

Papyrus

How dare they try to steal something, no, KIDNAP something from the GREAT and TERRIBLE PAPYRUS!! He shall make them pay!  And that he does, making it look like child's play.  He summons bones and whatever bones don't pierce the assassin's, he finishes off with a bone sword, expertly slicing through them and cleaving them in half.  He finds you soon after, tied up by chains, blindfolded, and his anger is intensified by ten thousand, but he has no one to take it out on, as he's already dismembered all the assassin's.  He slices the chains that hold you bound, and gets ready to catch you, but you're faster and manage to strike out at him, which he only just dodge's, but earns a deep wound up his chest.  He holds onto it, and looks at you, asking you why you would strike him. You don't answer. You lunge again, but he dodges. This repeats until you're both out of breath, except he is refusing to swing a single strike at you. "I WILL NOT HARM YOU! I AM HERE TO SAVE YOU!" He yells, but you don't hear or register it. You go to swing again, and he doesn't understand how you can see him if you're blindfolded.  He watches you as he dodges, but as he's slowing, you're not. After a few more attacks, he sees that you have a pattern. Left slash, right slash, parry, stab, fake-out, right slash, stab, dodge, flip back to return.  He remembers this. When he fight's you the next round, he avoids all but the second stab, which goes right through his abdomen, and he grits his teeth in a painful grunt, but holds you close as you try to wriggle your sword free, and uses his claws to swipe the bandana from your face.  The whole thing falls free, and you stagger back, letting go of the sword, and he falls to all four, coughing up bloody magic. You stare for a long moment, but then everything goes black.  You hear sometime during your darkness, a promise to take care of you and bring you back to life and fix you. When you come to, you're laying in a bed, with your arms chained together through the headboard, and your ankles through the footboard. Your head hurts a lot, and you feel still, but you feel something warm beside you, and turn your head to see a beaten and battered Skeleton. he doesn't look very well....  "P-Papy...?" You croak.  His eye lights blink and fuzz into existence, and then he's sitting up in an instance, excited to see that you're actually awake.  "I.. I DID NOT THINK YOU WOULD COME BACK TO THE LIVING WORLD... YOU HAVE BEEN SLEEPING FOR THREE WEEKS STRAIGHT!" he says, although his voice doesn't quite sound like his. Sleeping...? It doesn't quite feel like that... But, he had kept his promise of making you better, and in a few more weeks, the two of you are both better, and could never be happier.

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Sans

When Razz finds out that you're kidnapped, he's furious.  When he receives letters and photos of what they're /doing to you/, he's ready to kill and not even his brother can calm him down.  He goes on a manhunt, finding clues as to who might have you or know where you are, and he wants to do it to prove to you that he can do it by himself, and that he DOES care.  When he gets a lead and follows it, it leads him to you, but it's been a trap.  It's a good thing he had his brother with him, because they both swiftly take out the Assassins, but there's one assassin they don't expect to find, and it's you.  Razz tell's his brother not to harm you, and to go and get Undyne and Alphys. He hesitantly teleports to do so, leaving the two of you alone.  No matter how much he tries to reason with you, you just aren't listening!  Stars, why are you being so difficult! You just keep attacking him, no matter what he says.  He's even told you that he loves you, but you're still attacking him! He tries to share old memories with you, and thinks he's getting to you when you pause for a moment, only for you to make another lunge at him.  You're stopped dead in your tracks though, by a large bone spearing from the ground up through your abdomen, piercing right through you.  Razz screams and turns around, to see Alphys and his Brother with his magic summoned, glaring at you, as you cough up some blood, and then go limp.  Razz gets frantic and cradles your body when Pup lowers you to the ground, and he swears he'll bring you back, as you're still alive, just very badly injured...  They rush you to Undyne’s lab, where you're put in a protective gel-like substance, in chains, and into a clear glass tube, where Razz can see you every day. They spend weeks converting his shed into a 'bedroom' for you to spend your healing time in, and your tube and everything needed is moved there.  Razz never forgives his brother for what he did, and he promises you that no matter what, he will always love you and care for you.  He does just that, visiting you everyday, cleaning your tube and shining the glass, picking you flowers, spending time with you, and son, he spends more time there than anywhere else.  Years and years pass, and you wake up, confused and feeling like you're drowning.  It's Pup that comes to your rescue, helping you out of the gel-bed, and helping to clean you off, getting you a blanket and stuff.  You look at him hard... he looks really tired, and has more scars, and another fake tooth.  He doesn't smile as much either.  He just says he'll get 'his bro', and a few minutes later, Razz is bursting in the door, also looking different with new scars and looking tired, but there are tears in his eyes.  Since when does Razz cry..?  He hugs you and doesn't let go for hours, and it's only later that you find out you've been sleeping in that gel-bed for over fifteen years, with Razz looking over you every single day, never leaving your side...

Papyrus

When Pup learns of your kidnapping, he loses it, and he goes on a hunt for anyone and everyone involved. Even the slightest bit involved, they get dusted or killed. NO ONE messes with his S/O.  When he finds you, he fights for you.  And boy does he fight.  He fights and he kills, destroying everyone in the area, except you.  Although, when he reaches you, you're just sitting there like some sort of rag doll... he brushes your hair back, he caresses your face.. He makes eye contact and even tries to make SOUL contact but... But there's nothing there... "W-Why...?" He asks you, or no one in particular..  Why would someone do something like this...?  he's determined to fix you, and he scoops you up to take you home, to do whatever research is possible, but there isn't much he can do.. Still, he watches over you for what seems like years, until you finally grow too sick and fragile to go on much longer.  It pains Pup to see you like this.. One day, he picks you up, and he takes you to the place the two of you used to spend most of your spare time in - A field of flowers, where at night, the stars were more beautiful than anything ever...  He kneels down with you and holds you close to his chest, asking and begging you to say something if you can hear him, but.. there's nothing there...  Tears trail down his cheeks as he stares at you, and he decides that this is it. If the two of you can't be together in life, then you will be in the afterlife...  He summons all his courage and his magic, and with a loud yell, he makes dozens of sharpened bones stab upwards from the ground, impaling the two of you and sticking the both of you together.  As he gasps and wheezes for his last few breaths, he feels a wet hand on his face, and his clouding vision looks over.  It's you, and you're smiling... "T-th-thank.. you.. P-Papy..." you splutter, finally broken from your control by only death itself, and your Skelle is afraid that maybe he didn't try hard enough, but with your last ounce of strength, you let him know how grateful you are for everything he's done, and that this was the only way, which seems to ease him, and the two of you grasp hands, before finally dusting away together, both finally at peace, and finally together once again.....

~Mod Foxy