#The Lion Roars queue

[eternalstarlights]

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[sealcore]

in a big cat jam atm. would love if i had big paws & a mouth full of sharp teeth & ears to twitch & a tail to lash

[twistedtangledfate]

Even when she gets married eventually and has children, Nimerah will always remain a Lannister and she fights for her children to retain the name Lannister due to family pride. Once a Lannister, always a Lannister.

[carnivoraformes]

Now she got it. And she felt horrible as she jumped up, her palms up with her as she tried to do damage control for her blatant mistake as she plastered a smile on her face that just felt awkward.

"Hey, you have nothing to apologize for! Your doing great!" She tried to sound reassuring as she reached down to take her girlfriend's hands in hers. A huge smile still on her face despite the fact she worried it may not be as convincing as she wanted it to be.

"You just caught me off guard! I thought you were just trying a new look is all! I promise you really are doing better! I just wasn't expecting you to be asking about that is all."

"Ah, my apologies. I was simply wondering if I have improved with regard to communication. I have...struggled for a while in this area, but I have been studying diligently in the hopes that I have improved." Sadly it seemed there was still work to be done.

"There are many subtleties with regard to communication that are difficult to grasp, but I want to improve so that others aren't put off talking to me." Having spent years in solitude with little to no friends had left Sara unable to relate to other beings at large. If left unchecked, this could pose an issue with her current relationship, and that would not do. She wanted to converse normally with Dehya, and others as well.

[worldsgreatest-actor]

WHOOO Krita allowed me to download a non-corrupted image! I've made a few changes to what's in my original post (which has gotten stuck in a queue or something), so here's the updated information.

Donovan "Van" Viotto

His name means "a strong and confident person who is ready to defend what they believe in."

I'm not sure this is strictly true for *this* Van...

▪︎Van died via drowning. He lept into the open ocean to save a young girl he had taken in. He worked as a lighthouse keeper and the girl, nicknamed Crown, had turned up.

▪︎Now he somewhat considers himself Crown's guardian angel, although she has little idea that he's still 'alive'.

▪︎He's got moderate OCD, as well as a few phobias too many for the average person. He is scared of dogs, heights, storms... and now drowning's been added to the list he can't bear to look at the water ever again.

▪︎Loves everything space related, espically constellations. He often draws them in his Handbook, projecting them off the paper.

▪︎He doesn't like the fact that he has been brought back as a Knight. The idea of immortality has never appealed to him.

▪︎He supports Jules as Queen, but isn't too hyped about the whole thing.

▪︎He's slowly going insane from his new found life, trying to find a way to get out of it. He doesn't like the thought of dying a second time though—

▪︎Van's weapon, a Harpe, is much like a sickle or scythe, although it has a much longer handle. When he feels too bound up about his whole situation, he's often found spinning it around it the likewise.

▪︎His mortal wound, found on the side of his neck, is shaped like a roaring lion with a upwards facing triangle beneath it. Because of it's colour, he's wondering whether he could play it off for a flesh wound on Earth. Van likes to think he got his Wound in this shape (as well as his powers) because of a connection to Leo Minor, a constellation. It's just one of his fantasy's though.

▪︎As for his powers, he can shift into a lion... but only a cub (sorry Van). He is quite embarrassed of it and mostly denies to use it near any other Knights.

▪︎He prefers to wear more formal attire than not, as if he was in the realm professionally and only on business, that he could leave any time. A false comfort. He often wears a cape on too, which is constantly getting caught on his harpe.

▪︎As it's a little hard to see in the picture, his traditional outfit consists of a blue, red and brown pallet. His shirt has short sleeve and one long, the former being blue, and the latter being a dark red. His leggings are an off brown, as well as his occasional cape. His eyes have turned blue-red since death, as well as the strip in his hair, which used to be white.

I'm not all that great at designing character outfits, so there's a lot of liberty there.

[charlesandmartine]

Saturday 27th April 2024

We awoke early this morning, now trained to go game watching at silly o'clock. I thought the air conditioning must be on, but it was the roar of the Falls that can constantly be heard from our room. The immense spray can be seen rising from the gorge hewn by the water.

The sun beat down on us yet again. 32° on the rich, the poor, the just and the unjust. Our personal guide showed up on queue, bundled us into the back of his minibus and swiftly drove us to the Falls some 1km from the hotel. The Chinese were ahead of us already doing the selfies. Imagine if you will the holiday slide show happening soon in the home of the Pings, downtown Shanghai. What picture is this asks daddy Ping? That's Victoria Falls says Shing. Where Falls says daddy Ping, all I see is your ugly face. You got any other picture of Falls? Shing falls silent for a moment, then brightens and says yes, I took picture of Falls me and Ting. But Victoria Falls is World Heritage Site, is 107m high, 1737m wide and has 1100m3/sec, 300,000 gallons per sec. flowing over it why only picture of ugly face. Was same with Taj Mahal, London Bridge, Sydney Bridge. Last time I pay for holiday! (Names changed to protect the innocent)

This thing is immense and awe inspiring and the most amazing waterfall we have ever seen. It's construction is of several falls: Devil's Cataract used in previous days as an animal sacrifice area in times of hardship, the Main Falls, Horseshoe Falls, Rainbow Falls and Armchair Falls. In terms of scale it is 10th widest and 13th by volume but figures combined make it to the top three waterfalls in the world. The spray from the crashing water hitting the bedrocks far below rose high into the air forming fine rain soaking us through despite wearing cagoules. Whole areas were hidden intermittently due to the low cloud formed. The viewing walkways have been planted with rainforest vegetation and palm trees because after all, it is warm and it rains continuously and ideal conditions for such a beautiful tropical creation. Astonishingly, on the Zambian bank, possibly Livingstone Island, feet from the precipice edge sat a small pool, quiescent from the thunder of the current passing just inches away before crashing hundreds of feet to the melee far below. Those with an incredibly low IQ were able to enjoy this free gratis jacuzzi provided by nature despite certain death so close at hand.

The first European to find the Falls was of course David Livingstone in 1855. The Chobe River we were by, is one of several feeds to the Zambezi which tips over the Zambian side of the Falls allowing the Zimbabwe peoples to get a good look at it. Livingstone, whose statue we passed, spent his life in Zambia, dying in Chitambo in 1873. He apparently said his heart lay with Zambia, so whether he meant this literally or not, we shall never know for sure, they cut his heart out and buried it there and posted the rest of him back to Westminster Abbey. The railway bridge which also forms the border with Zambia, passes close to the Falls and is an integral part of the Cape Town to Cairo railway a dream of Cecil Rhodes. A jaw dropping engineering project from the late 19 century. Well it would be but it ran out of steam, navies and engineers by the time it reached Tanzania due to sickness and being eaten by lions and it didn't get any further. The 156m bridge was designed by the same guys who built Sydney Harbour bridge; prefabricated in Cleveland, England and shipped out in kit form; an amazing achievement in itself. It was completed in just 14 months in 1905.

Now the Victoria Falls Hotel is quite a closed community with its internal staff coupled closely with the outdoor security staff that have the appearance of a small army! They parade around the grounds keeping non-guests, locals, undesirables and baboons firmly under control and away from the bricks and mortar. They are not that keen on guests either and are likely to ask what your room number is. After recuperating from our dousing at the Falls this morning, we spent an hour or so in the sun by the pool and then felt strong enough to escape to promenade the high street. From the minibus it all looked very jolly; full of curiosity shops, the odd eating place and bar. So off we went. Now I'm sure that they are all very nice people in their own way, but I began to understand how an impala felt just popping out to where the lions live. To start with there were stares similar to those I imagine a black person might get in a white enclave. Then the hard sell starts; carvings, little wooden bowls, statuettes and bright African things. All highly valued in their own way but no I don't want one is not the right answer. You are accompanied along the street having the goods yet again thrust in front of you in case you hadn't previously realised just how much you needed one of these. Then there's the person who is convinced you want a supermarket, maybe for water and he's your man to help you find one. Then there's the honest beggars. A call will be heard from inside a shop you may be passing. It's like the entire Zimbabwe economy must depend on what's in your pocket. We felt desperately for these people but we really don't know what we could do for them. We've done as much as we can simply by coming, staying in a hotel which employs local people. I took a photo of a discarded steam engine and we legged it back to the security of the hotel just mentioned our room number to the host of guards patrolling outside once or twice.

Jungle Junction not being for us tonight we decided to eat on the terrace restaurant. The official currency in Zimbabwe is the US dollar although they have in the last couple of weeks announced for the first time ever their own currency although from what I've heard it's plummeting faster than a bucket down a well. Items purchased and meals are unusually expensive here in the hotel probably due to the link with the dollar. Meal last night was not too far short of $100!

ps Zimbabwe flags are all flying half mast because 3 brigadiers were killed in a motor accident.

pps Tomorrow we will be boarding the Rovos Rail for the next four nights to Pretoria. WiFi might be scarce.

[gonermaker-goner]

tag list/general info post

Undertale/Deltarune character distinction: overall I'm going to organize with an Undertale bias as it came first. Any kind of "crossover" is pretty much excluded from that rule and will be tagged with both.

As for chapter-based tagging, fanart of Deltarune characters which doesn't reference any of specific chapter won't be tagged as one, but for instance a drawing of the Fun Gang in their doctor outfits will be tagged as Chapter 2. Hat Ralsei doesn't count as a ch1 reference.

Originally, the following reference list had hyperlinks but then I hit the limit (100) and removed them all for consistency. If you want to look through a tag, use gonermaker-ocpicrew.tumblr.com/tagged/example but replace “example” with the tag’s name. If you really want to use the the onsite version of my blog, use tumblr.com/gonermaker-ocpicrew/tagged/example. While I theoretically rely on the ability to search two terms at once for tag overlap (eg. looking up "papyrus 2015" for papyrus art from that year), note that it won't necessarily show you everything since tumblr sucks. This list is not completely exhaustive.

No character tagged as “oc” is necessarily mine; it’s just a way of categorizing non-official utdr characters. Same goes for “au”. Some more tags here are listed ahead of time and may be empty.

I usually publish reblogged posts on a 1-per-hour 24/7 queue. Exceptions include emptying my queue so seasonal posts can publish at a certain time or when I add commentary other than short compliments.

Characters

Alphys

Annoying Dog

Asgore

Asriel | God of Hyperdeath

Big Mouth

Bratty

Business Dude 1

Burgerpants

Catty

Chara

Charles

Chilldrake

Clam Girl

Clam Guy

Diamond Boy 1

Diamond Boy 2

Dogamy

Dogaressa

Doggo

Dress Lion

Drunk Bun

Echo Flower Explainer

Endogeny

Fallen humans (any of the 6 other kids that fell underground)

Faun

Ficus Licker

Flowey | Adobe (Omega/"Photoshop" form) | Floweypot

Frisk

Froggit | Final Froggit

Gap Bird (Bird That Carries You Over a Disproportionately Small Gap)

Gerson

Gift Bear

Glyde

Greater Dog

Grillby

Heats Flamesman

Hot Dog Harpy

Ice Wolf

Inn Keeper

Knight Knight

Lesser Dog

Library Lizard

Library Loox

Loox | Astigmatism

Loren

Napstablook

Madjick

Mad Mew Mew | Mad Dummy

Mettaton | box | ex | neo | ghost

Monster Kid

Muffet

Newsletter Editor 1

Newsletter Editor 2

Nice Cream Guy

Oni

Onionsan

PAPYRUS

Politics Bear

Punk Hamster

Rabbit Girl

Ragel

Reaper Bird

Red Bird

Red Demon

River Person

Royal Guards

Sans

Scared Donut Guy

Scarf Mouse

Skateboard Girl

Small Bird

Snowdrake

Snowdrakes father

Snowdrakes mother

Snowdin Shopkeeper

Snowman

Suzy

Temmie

Toriel

Ugly Fish

Undyne | Undying

Whimsun | Whimsalot

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Addisons

Ambyu Lance

Berdly

Bloxxer

Catti

Clover

C Round

Dess

Elnina

Gaster

Hathy

Head Hathy

Jevil

Jigsawry

Jigsaw Joe

Kris

King

K Round

Lancer

Lanino

Maus

Noelle

Plugboy

Ponman

Poppup

Queen

Rabbick

Ralsei

Roaring Knight

Rudinn Ranger

Rudinn

Rudy

Seam

Spamton | N30 (the last character is a zero)

Susie

Swatchling

Swatch

Sweet Capn Cakes

Tasque Manager

Tasque

Top Chef

Vessel

Virovirokun

Werewerewire

Werewire

Locations, Chapters

Ruins | Home

Snowdin | Grillbys | Skelebros House

Waterfall | Undynes House | Blook Farms (ghost houses included)

Hotland | Lab | True Lab

CORE | MTT Resort

New Home

The Surface

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Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

LW (Light World) | DW

Endings/Routes

True Pacifist

Neutrals | Queen Toriel (used for Toriel Ending Tree overall) | Empress Undyne | King Mettaton | King Papyrus | Queen Alphys

No Mercy

Weird

Misc.

Crossover

Spooky Tag (halloween related posts)

Gyftmas (holiday season themed)

The Mirror (anything that plays with the "It's you!/Despite everything, it's still you" flavor text/imagery)

Newsletter (also tagged by season and year of said newsletter's release ex: "Winter 2024")

Anniversary (also tagged by year ex: "6th". sorry no ut/dr distinction at this time)

(I tag most reblogs by year of original post creation; self explanatory)

GIF

Text (text-based ask responses and art/images I find to have interesting commentary are included)

Pixel art

Group photo (those cool drawings with most of the main cast)

Mass group photo (the above, but even more characters)

Official

Associations (myself or others associating any unrelated media with utdr ex: web weaves)

Personal tags

saying something tag: for anything i say

art tag: art tag. don't expect anything special

commentary: for my reactions to any utdr related thing im playing or otherwise experiencing

hehe: reblogs i personally find funny/amusing

[wormholxtreme]

Kaylee's bright eyes widened in excitement at Sophie's words. She reached out palming her hand against Sophie's, barely keeping herself from slapping the other repeatedly in her enthusiasm. "Columbia!" She beamed, "Roar, Lion, Roar!" she chanted happily. There was a delighted eagerness in her eyes as the Asgardian potion made it's way through her body.

Kaylee was rarely ever drunk, but enough alcohol in a short amount of time could give her a buzz. This stuff, hot damn, it had her a giggly mess and she was trying with all her might not to let her powers get the better of her.

As if on queue from Sophie's confession a spark ignited between. A purple flash of power rose from under her flushed skin and Kaylee could have sworn she saw a flash a green rise from Sophie's too. Kaylee jolted, holding up her hand and letting the natural sunlight glow from her skin as she absorbed the energy back just as quickly as it came. The black marks along her skin lightning bolted up her wrist and arm, past where her shirt covered.

The sobering sight had Kaylee putting down her glass. So much for a lovely evening between best friends gossiping about boys like the good ole days. So much for the excitement about Sophie going back to school. Kaylee wanted nothing more than to carry on the conversation. To ignore what just happened and the looming knowledge that despite Sophie's magic pulling her soul back from the darkness, that darkness still lurked beneath the surface. Kaylee was marked, she was and until the cosmos decided someone was more fit for the job, would continue to be Pestilence.

"Yeah...I think we maybe in halftime." Kaylee admitted quietly looking down at her pulsing marks as they slowly dissipated from her skin. She ran her free hand along the marks. A memory, a scar. Not just of her time as Pestilence, but when they came before. Her jaw hardened to stone. Anger welling inside so consuming she was afraid it would take her over.

"But I'd much rather talk about Columbia than being marked from the age of four." she tilted her head at Sophie with a soft smile.

At any other time Sophie would probably have pressed on and wanted to know more, she would have at least demanded some form of answer. But the truth was that a lot had changed in the last few years, especially the last two years, and she had to grow up. There was no doubt that Kaylee had gone through the same thing. At times Sophie mourned her lost self, but life had to go on. All the more, she cherished moments like this one.

Seeing the big smile on her best friend's face was her greatest reward. Sophie smiled as well and reached for the margarita container to fill both of their glasses. She had to cut them with some of that Asgardian potion, regular alcohol wouldn't have any effect on either of them and god be her witness they both deserved a little fun and relaxation.

"To be honest, Eros does me most of the time, if you know what I mean?" She burst out laughing until her back hit the back of the couch. "But to answer your question, well…I'm finishing up my bachelor's thesis and have been accepted to a follow-up master's program at Columbia. I'm starting this fall." A certain shyness crept into her voice. As always, whenever Sophie succeeded in something, she tried to cover up the fact somehow, as if it wasn't really a big deal. "It's a little late, but I figure, better late than never." She actually wondered if any of this made any sense at all, but in the back of her mind, she still hoped in vain that eventually, their lives could get back on track. They deserved it.

Still, there was something Sophie would like to address that they hadn't had the chance to talk about until now. She cleared her throat and sighed softly, placing the glass back on the wooden table.

“You know, there's one thing I wanted to ask you." She didn't really know how to describe it. Ever since she brought Kaylee back from the other side, Sophie was having trouble with her own powers, like they weren't hers anymore, she was getting stronger. Not to mention the nightmares that haunted her night after night. She didn't know what, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something had happened when she almost died that day saving Kaylee.

"Obviously, what you've been through lately has taken a toll on you, but don't you feel like it's affected your powers in a weird way? I don't want to sound like a conspirator, but sometimes I feel like we've brought something sinister with us from the underworld. I can't describe it. It's just been months since I've had a good night's sleep. And this time it has nothing to do with Eros."

[jamesfranciiscagney]

Cagney + McHugh

The Crowd Roars (1932) //  Footlight Parade (1933) // Here Comes the Navy (1934) //  Devil Dogs of the Air (1935) // The Irish in Us (1935) // A Midsummer Night's Dream (1935) // Boy Meets Girl (1938) // The Roaring Twenties (1939) // The Fighting 69th (1940) // City For Conquest (1940) // A Lion Is in the Streets (1953)

[onikiiri]

tags

[lionsjustice]

∞

Send ∞ and my muse will say… (No longer accepting)

If I Think They Are: Ugly || Plain || Alright || Cute || Freaking Adorable || Pretty || Beautiful || Hot || Stunning If I Would Go On A Date With Them: Not even if we were the last two one earth || No || Maybe || Eh….Sure || Yes || WILL YOU MARRY MEIf I Trust Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || With My LifeIf I Care About Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || DeeplyIf I Would Sleep With Them: Not Enough Alcohol in the World || No || Maybe if I were wasted || Maybe || Eh…Sure || Yes || TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF NOW! My Comfort Level With Your Muse: Keep a Distance || Okay You Can Stand There, But Don’t Touch Me || Let’s Get Coffee and Talk || Let’s Cuddle || I Can Change In Front of You || Let’s Take a Bath TogetherIf I See You As: A Stranger || An Acquaintance || A Friend || A Close Friend || My Best Friend || A Crush || The Love of My Life

[twistedtangledfate]

Her absence had been noted. That made her feel anxious and despite the heat that was creeping across her chest and up her neck, her brow creased with worry. "Are the children alright?" Nimerah asked, her thoughts immediately turning to them. She stepped out into the hallway, making use of the space that he had given her without even realising it consciously. Surely though, if there was something wrong it wouldn't have been Prince Aemond who would come to her. 'engage your mind Nimerah, it's not just empty space between your ears' she thought to herself.

When he mentioned the sketch, her concern for the children vanished pretty much entirely. Of course it was about the incident, THAT made sense. She was a mixture of surprised and mildly pleased that he seemed to think well of the sketch itself and she was grateful that he hadn't mentioned the fact that she'd been on her knees at his door delivering it.

"Thank you Prince Aemond. Vhagar is a beautiful dragon. I simply could not resist." Nimerah was smart enough to know when to take a compliment, even if she didn't agree with it, and especially when it came from a Prince of the Realm, and from the one that was generally well liked.

"As for the running. Well, it was a compromising position to be found in, let's phrase it like that." Nimerah would have preferred not to address it at all but, she supposed, sometimes it was better to draw attention to it only to neutralise it. She was still embarrassed but the compliment had soothed that slightly.

@kinslcyer

It truly couldn’t have gone any worse, that was what she believed. She had intended for the gesture to be a sign of respect and consideration but one that didn’t carry her name. She didn’t feel quite that comfortable in that regard and so Nimerah had resolved that she was just going to quickly stop by and slip it under the door. Vhagar had just been so beautiful, so elegant, that she couldn’t resist sketching her. The sketch was, she had to admit, one of her best and it deserved to be with Prince Aemond. He had just as much right to it as she did.

The plan had been to slip it under the door and go. Her back had been rather sore that morning though, probably from stooping to pick up Maelor, and so she had done what seemed most logical. She had gone down onto her knees and slipped the sketch underneath the door and it was at that moment that the door had opened and she’d come face to face with Prince Aemond. To say she was mortified was an understatement. It was horrific, the embarrassment, and she had gathered up her skirts, practically tripping in her haste to get up, and had all but sprinted down the corridor in a highly unladylike fashion.

Nimerah thought that would be the end of it and she had planned to do all she could to avoid Prince Aemond. She had feigned a headache and had slipped away from the events of the court on this particular day and had thought that would be that and then there had came a knock at the door. She had been sitting on the balcony, watching the few birds that were around that day. The knock was a surprise and she hoped it was going to be a pleasant one.

Nimerah opened the door and she felt as though her stomach had dropped to her feet when she saw who it was. The Seven must hate her. She dipped down into a curtsey befitting a Prince of the Royal House. “Your Grace. How may I help you?”

[theonterata-moved-blog]

@rheaeaseandflow  liked for THIS starter

       “ Well, if it isn’t my darling wife. You come to me so solemnly. What ails you ? ”

[kniiivesdrawn-archived]

“ when you said you wanted to go to hogsmeade together with me, did you mean like… a date kind of ‘together’? ” — kaz, being oblivious as per usual

@terriblewill// Do you believe in magic?

      The answer is poised on the tip of her tongue. The words the first time had been struggle enough and now the question is almost enough to squelch her courage. The words grate the back of her throat, locked up tight. Her idle hands tug at her sleeves absently, searching for a purpose.

       If only she were Nina who would scoff and recommend all the sweet shops he could take her. But she’s only Inej, an invisible girl without the crown of being a pure blood. The heart is an arrow, it demands aim to land true. It is her parents’ words in her mind that gives her the courage. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for what’s to come and meets Kaz’s steady gaze.

       In her heart, she knocks the arrow. “ Yes, that is exactly what I meant. “ And lets it fly, hoping that she has aimed true.

[raththemagician]

He thinks they're king of the jungle now

Baby lion roaring for the first time

(via)

[33max]

For your turkey dinosaurs world, could you write if max has a bad or weird dream and wakes up little and Daniel helps him calm down? 🤍

Hello, I loved your prompt so much that it jumped my prompt queue! I hope you like it ♥️

cw nsap, nightmare, 733 words

Something shakes him awake. Not something, someone. There’s a hand on his bicep and it is shaking his arm underneath the sheets, the movement causing an uncomfortable draft on Daniel’s chest. He’d been in such a deep sleep and it is disorienting. It takes him a moment to realise he’s in their bed and not a hotel room, they’re actually in their own apartment for once.

“What?” Daniel grunts, barely opening his eyes. It must be like three in the morning and he’s so tired.

Max lets out a little whimper and that gets Daniel’s eyes fluttering open, trying to work out what is going on through the darkness.

“Max?” Daniel asks, pacing a hand over Max’s where it’s still holding onto Daniel’s bicep. “What’s up?”

Another whimper. Daniel blinks a couple of times, and then he understands, Max is little.

He pulls Max onto him, allowing Max to lay on top of him. Max rests his head on Daniel’s chest, and Daniel takes the opportunity to run his fingers through Max’s short and slightly sweaty hair. His fingers comfortingly scratch at Max’s scalp, stroking him like Max has shown him how to stoke Jimmy and Sassy.

“Baby, what’s going on?” Daniel asks, unsure why Max has regressed unexpectedly in the middle of the night. There wasn’t even any warning this was coming.

“Bad dream,” Max whispers as if he’s worried about someone else hearing him and jumping out of the shadows of their bedroom.

“You’re okay,” Daniel comforts, fumbling for his phone with his free hand and using it to turn their light on, the dimmest setting, but enough to show Max that their room is safe. There is nobody there. His lock screen reads 3:36 am.

They lay like that for a while, Max listening to the steady thump of Daniel’s heart. His head rises and falls with every breath Daniel takes. It’s calming. His binkie would be calming too… he wants it.

“Binkie?” Max asks Daniel shyly.

Daniel digs around in the draw next to their bed, finding everything but Max’s binkie. That’s not ideal.

“I don’t think it’s in here,” Daniel says softly, “I can go and get you one though.”

There’s a new pack in the kitchen draw, Daniel knows this. He put it there a few weeks ago. It’s a safari pack, he bought it because of the cute little lion one but there’s also an elephant, a tiger and a bear included.

“No!” Max almost shouts in a panic, “No, don’t go!!!”

Daniels rubs his back and assures him he won’t leave unless Max wants him to. That Max won’t have to be on his own until he’s ready to be. It must have been an awful dream to have this effect, forcing him into a drop and making him a clingy little.

“Binkie,” Max whines at him again, Daniel doesn’t really have too many options here. He wants Max to have his comfort item, to be able to self-soothe, but he doesn’t want to scare him further by leaving him on his own right now.

He sighs. Michael won’t be thrilled about this, but needs must. He wiggles out from under Max, stands, and then lifts the younger man into his arms. He’s heavy, but Daniel’s got this. Max hides his face in Daniel’s neck while they walk to the kitchen, scared of the darkness in the apartment but safe in Daddy’s arms.

Daniel places Max on the kitchen counter while he opens the new pack of binkies and he then hands the lion one to Max.

“No,” Max tells him, “Want the bear one.”

“You want the bear one?” Daniel is shocked! Max’s favourite animal has always been a lion, but bears are cute and Max will look adorable with that one.

“Mr Roar will be jealous of the lion,” Max explains with a frown, taking the bear binkie from Daniel and popping it in his mouth.

Daniel laughs, he didn’t know Max’s beloved lion plushie had a jealous side. That’s new.

“I’m not tired anymore,” Max smiles, “Can we play with my dinos?”

Daniel sighs, he’s so tired. His eyes feel like they’re about to fall out of his face. He’s only had 3 hours of sleep.

“Okay,” He says, smiling at Max. If he wears Max out he’ll need a nap soon anyway, and Daniel will absolutely be joining him for that.