#WHO keeps bringing out the straightening iron w these guys honestly

[themyscirah]

Every time a George Pérez character is drawn without their curls an angel loses their wings btw

[twinkletoes-rp]

Wolf’s Rain: Bloodied Chances Ch. 2 - Pack Dynamics

(Can also read on FFN / AO3 / First / Next)

Tsume and Kiba make it back to their abandoned corner alley in record time, Tsume actually beating Kiba by a good few seconds. Hige, having stayed behind in case Toboe came back before the others found him, is rushing for them even before they touch down. He’s been silently freaking out since his sensitive nose picked up the scent of Toboe’s blood—a lot of it—from several blocks away.

“Toboe!” He reaches toward him on instinct, but his hand stills and he gasps, eyes widening and face paling, at the sight of the kid’s leg and the fact that he’s unconscious. Worried, angry eyes fly up to the others. “W-what the hell happened?! Who did this?!”

Tsume, glaring at the ground, growls angrily, his hold on Toboe tightening protectively. Mostly to keep his temper in check. “That old man happened! Blue’s geezer!” He tries not to want to kick Hige’s ass at how his eyes light up at the mention of his old world mate. His nostrils flare. “He didn’t remember us, and Blue didn’t either! She doesn’t remember or maybe even know she’s half-wolf in this world, not that any of it makes any difference to me! If that bastard weren’t so important to Toboe, I swear—!”

Kiba’s hand on Tsume’s arm is the only thing that makes him stop short. “I understand, Tsume, believe me, but we can’t afford to focus on that right now. Toboe’s still bleeding pretty badly, and his wound might get infected or worse if we don’t do something soon.” He squeezes his arm tightly, its meaning clear and grounding, his voice softening just enough. “He needs us. So let’s be there for him. We’ll worry about the old man and Blue later. All right?”

Tsume, eyes never leaving Toboe, seems to wrestle with his fury and need for vengeance for a few moments before he squeezes his eyes shut and lets out a rough sigh. Opening them, some of the tension bleeds from his shoulders, but only just. He’s tired, already emotionally drained from this. Kiba can see it in his eyes. Maybe this is why they didn’t remember their past lives before, he thinks. It would’ve been too painful. “All right. Help me get him comfortable.”

Kiba can’t help but smile softly at that. He remembers a time when Tsume wouldn’t have let him touch him, let alone trusted Kiba enough to let him (request) help with an injured Toboe. He really has changed for the better, and so much of it he owes to the boy in his arms.

They move to their sizeable makeshift lean-to in the cleanest part of the alley, laying Toboe on a brushed-clean sheet inside, Tsume taking off his jacket to cushion his head. Kiba’s pretty sure it’s the first time he’s ever seen Tsume without it. He just has a gray tank top (more of a crop top, really) underneath. Hige still hasn’t moved or said anything, but he’s probably just trying to figure out how he feels about losing Blue. Tsume doesn’t care. Like Kiba said, later. Once he hears the change in breathing from Toboe in settling, the second-youngest wolf shakes himself. He jerks his thumb toward the town’s center. “Y-you guys stay here with the runt! I’ll go get us some supplies! Be right back!”

“Sure! Lay low, and be careful!” Kiba calls, and he doesn’t have to see Hige’s nod to know he heard. He hurries off as quickly as he can, disappearing into the shadows. Tsume watches him go, too, gaze lingering even after he’s gone with lips drawn in a thin line.

While he’s distracted, Kiba works on tearing off what scraps are left of Toboe’s ruined pant leg and then lifting the leg itself to inspect the wound as carefully as he can. Toboe winces a little in his sleep, breath hitching, making Kiba freeze, but Tsume is quick to run surprisingly gentle fingers through his hair. “Don’t worry, kid. It’s just us. We’re trying to fix you up. We’ll do what we can for the pain.” Toboe seems to calm at that, leaning into his touch, and Tsume doesn’t bother trying to hide his fond, if guilty, smile. Kiba sees, though he pretends not to notice for Tsume’s sake, not wanting to embarrass him. Not that he thinks it would anymore with all the growing he’s done, but still.

It’s quiet for several moments while Kiba takes note of as much as he can, and when he’s done, he lets his human guise fall away for now. Taking a breath to brace himself, he starts licking away the blood that’s stained the boy’s skin. A heartbeat, two, and then, cautiously, ��Do you want to get his wound or should I?’ He’s honestly not sure Tsume would want any part of it (he’s become incredibly sensitive to the taste of any of their blood after…well…), but because it’s Toboe and he knows the other wolf still feels incredibly guilty about not being able to help or save the boy in the last world, he wants to give him the choice. He knows Toboe would want that, too.

But it seems he doesn’t need to ask at all – Tsume’s made the decision on his own. Kiba blinks, and Tsume, in his own true form, is already setting out to very carefully do just that. His feather-gentle licks still make Toboe moan and whimper some, toss and turn his head, but that’s to be expected, and Tsume makes sure to nuzzle his leg and rumble soothingly, even lick Toboe’s hand, every now and then to try to keep him calm. He hates causing the kid pain, but if it helps him heal and wake up faster, hell, he’ll do just about anything.

They spend the next ten minutes working, and then, when they’ve done all they can, they replace their human forms so Kiba can tie off the makeshift sheet-bandage. It’s not the best job in the world, but it’ll do to keep it clean and hopefully staunch the bleeding until Hige brings back something more substantial. Hopefully, that’s not too far off.

“So,” Kiba’s eyes flick up to Tsume, not even batting an eye at the fact that the man’s holding a more relaxed Toboe’s hand, “you think he’s really going to get help or out looking for Blue instead?”

He. Hige.

Kiba sighs through his nose. He knew this was coming, but it’s not like he hadn’t considered the same thing himself, at least at first. They’ve forgiven him for everything he did to those other wolves in the old world, of course – it wasn’t his fault – but in this situation, it makes sense that Tsume might be worried. Both for Toboe and Hige. They don’t need two packmates down (or worse). “Hige can be…complicated, but even he wouldn’t go after those two right now. He has to know Blue and that old man wouldn’t leave while there are wolves in this city, especially one he’s wounded. They’ll be looking for us, and mostly likely, with our luck, we’ll cross paths again. Besides, don’t forget, he loves Toboe, too, Tsume. I don’t believe he’d intentionally do anything that could mean losing him again.”

Tsume’s tense body relaxes some at that answer, eyes and expression losing some of their sharpness. Kiba relaxes a bit, too, giving him a soft smile. He thinks, most likely, Tsume already mostly came to that conclusion himself, but he needed to hear it from someone else to confirm it. It’s relieving for both of them, really. Like he said in the old world: once Hige tries to kill them outright, they’ll fight, but not before. Until then, Hige’s pack, and they’re going to Paradise. That’s all.

For all of that, though, Tsume’s still looking pale, more and more since cleaning Toboe’s wound. “Are you all right?”

In the end, Tsume does get sick, as Kiba figured he would. He he tries to keep it as quiet as he can, but there’s only so much he can do. Thankfully, Kiba pretends he didn’t hear a thing by the time he comes back, paying no mind to his small stumble and the slight tremor in his limbs. He gets it. He really does. While he was gone, Kiba spent that time taking stock of Toboe’s condition. He’s lost a lot of blood, obviously, but his makeshift bandage thankfully seems to be holding all right for now. He’s barely stirred or made a sound since passing out, which has Kiba worried. He’s not sure if it’s because of the shock of everything or the blood loss, maybe both, but he hopes he at least wakes up after they get him treated properly. He doesn’t really know what they’ll do if he doesn’t. If it was like before, maybe they could take him to Cher or Hubb, but…they haven’t met them yet in this world, don’t know if they’d remember the pack or if it’d just end up with something like this again. Kiba really, really hopes they don’t have to resort to that. He doesn’t (want to) know how Tsume would take seeing Toboe in such a bad way…

He relays all of this to Tsume (except the last part, of course), wanting to hear his opinion. He knows more about humans than he does, after all. “Honestly, I did my damndest to never pay them too much attention, distancing myself like I did.” Now, Tsume almost wishes he had, stormy eyes fixed on Toboe. “Ironically, the one who knows the most about humans and could probably help us the most is the one who needs our help…” Tsume’s thumb absently runs along Toboe’s knuckles, and he sighs roughly, resting his head back against the wall and closing his eyes in frustration. “As Hige would say, ‘This whole thing sucks.’”

Kiba huffs a laugh, an amused smirk coming to his face. It feels good, honestly, in light of things. “Never thought I’d live to see you quote our resident bottomless pit.”

Tsume smirks and laughs right back, opens his mouth to reply, before he suddenly straightens and looks toward the entrance. Footsteps, quick ones. That scent. Hearing and smelling it, too, Kiba readies himself to move. A second later, a breathless Hige races inside, carrying all kinds of medical supplies in a simple cloth bag. Thrusting it toward Kiba, he leans on his knees while he catches his breath. “Sorry…I took so long…! Couldn’t nab it all…in one place…! Too many humans…! Had to be careful…keep suspicion off our backs…!”

Inspecting everything, Kiba smiles widely, relief flooding him. “This is perfect!” He reaches up to ruffle Hige’s hair, the younger wolf leaning into the surprising, affectionate touch eagerly. “Great job, Hige! We should have enough for a few days and then some!”

Hige beams and flushes some at the praise, swiping modestly along the bridge of his nose. “That was the plan! Just in case we have to move the kid before he’s better, too.” Dropping to his knees at Toboe’s side, he sets a light hand on his chest. At least his heartbeat and breathing still seem okay. “So how’s he doin’? You know, considering?”

Tsume is the one to answer, pushing a few rusty strands of Toboe’s hair from his forehead. “He’s fighting. That’s the important thing.” His golden gaze moves to Hige, who’s smiling at him warmly, almost teasingly, but it’s too soft to be that, and he finds himself softening, too, maybe even flushing faintly, though he’d never admit it. “Thanks, Hige.”

He nods, grinning toothily. “Hey, this is Toboe we’re talkin’ about here! He’s like our little brother! Gotta look out for ‘im, right?”

Kiba was right. He was right, too, really. He had nothing to worry about at all. Hige wouldn’t leave them, Toboe, in the lurch like that. Not like this. Thank goodness.

“Right.”

[porkchop-ao3]

Some citadel adventure where all the Rick' s want the reader please :3

Yesss. Thank you for this xD

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“Why does everyone keep staring at me?” I asked Rick under my breath. The man walked alongside me, hands stuffed deep into his pockets with a deep look of annoyance on his face. He turned to me, eyes boring into mine with a look that just said; seriously?

“Uhh, a-are you really asking me that? Literally every person here is either a Rick or a Morty, and you don’t know why you’re getting stared at?” He deadpanned, rolling his eyes as he looked back ahead of him.

“Well, when you put it like that…” I sighed, did he have to make me feel so dumb? “Do other people really never visit the Citadel? Do all these guys only ever see their own faces?”

“P-pretty much. This is precisely why I didn’t wanna bring you here.” He cast a glance my way and glared. It was true, Rick had definitely put up a fight when I’d asked him to bring me along on his trip to the Citadel of Rick’s. He was going to meet another Rick, from my understanding to sell him an untraceable portal gun. Apparently those were hard to come by on the Citadel.

“Don’t worry. I’m not going to cause you any trouble; I just wanted to see this place for myself. An entire city of Rick’s.” I glanced around the place in awe, at the sea of familiar faces that passed us by on the street. I noticed their eyes following me, sweeping up and down my form, smiling appreciatively. I averted my gaze from one particularly lecherous smirk.

“Yeah, alright. Keep it in your pants; I know how wet you get for me, but this trip is strictly for business.” Rick teased, grinning down at me. I blushed under his gaze, and immediately went on the defensive, opening my mouth to protest; I didn’t get very far though. “Anyway. We’re here.”

Rick and I stopped outside some seedy looking bar. I gave him a questioning look, which he ignored, and I was pushed forwards towards the entrance. I stumbled in, capturing the attention of every person inside; every one of them a Rick. There were no Morty’s here. I stared down at the ground as Rick led me towards the bar, he had an iron grip around the top of my arm. We approached the barman, a Rick with slightly longer hair that was tied back into a ponytail, he was wearing an unbuttoned navy waistcoat over a white shirt.

“Is K-18-B here yet? I got a meeting with him.” My Rick asked him. The barman looked between the two of us, raising a brow when his eyes lingered on me.

“He’s in the back.” He nodded, and Rick pulled me off in the direction of what I assumed was ‘the back’. We took two steps, before the barman spoke again. “Hold it. Only Rick’s are allowed in the back; s-she’s gotta stay out here.”

My Rick sighed heavily, staring at me for a long while, before digging around in his pocket. He pulled out some money, and pushed it into my hand. “Just- just get yourself a drink and sit your ass down on this stool.” He manhandled me onto the chair before leaning in close. “Don’t even think about moving, got it? Y-y-you’re gonna sit here, keep to yourself, and wait for me.”

“Okay.” I nodded, honestly feeling kind of nervous at the prospect of being left on my own. Rick nodded, but seemed hesitant to leave. His eyes lingered on mine for a good few seconds, before he finally turned and headed towards a door just left of the bar.

“What’re you drinking?” The barman asked, capturing my attention from where it stayed focused on the door my Rick had just disappeared through.

“Uhh… you have like, normal soda here?” I asked. He nodded. “Alright, I’ll have coke. Please.” I smiled, and he set about getting my drink. He pushed a glass over to me, leaning his elbows on the bar, watching me intently. I held some money out towards him, but he didn’t take it.

“No charge.” He shook his head, smirking. “It’s uh, been a long time since I saw anyone other than a Rick in here. Even longer since I saw a woman in here.”

“Yeah?” I said, trying to be polite as I took a tentative sip of my drink.

“Yeah. You’re young, aren’t you? W-what’s the deal with you and that guy, he your grandpa or something? Is- is he from a dimension where he has two granddaughters?” He asked me, leaning further over the bar. He was rather uncomfortably close at his point, and held my glass out in front of me in a bid to create some sort of barrier.

“No.” I said, laughing at the idea. Rick laughed too, but it was a deep, gravely, flirtatious laugh. I wondered what it said about me when my natural reaction was to shiver, and I felt a drop of arousal roll down to my core. I cleared my throat and tried to distract myself with the condensation on the side of my glass.

“So- so what, he’s like your sugar daddy?” He smirked, tilting his head. Movement caught my eye to the right, and I turned to see another Rick slide into the seat beside me. This Rick looked much the same as my Rick, but he wore a dark brown suede jacket instead of a lab coat.

“I’ll have a gin and tonic, and whatever she wants.” The new Rick nodded his head in my direction.

“Umm, actually I already have a-” I held my glass up to him, and he interrupted me mid-sentence.

“Yeah y-yeah, after you’ve finished that one. I’ve never seen you on the Citadel before.” He turned his whole body to face me, his knee brushing against my thigh. I shifted in my seat.

“Yeah, I gathered that.” I nodded, looking down into my glass. “I don’t think there’s anyone here who has.” I added.

“You’re just precious, aren’t you?” He said, reaching out to tuck a lock of hair behind my ear. I flinched away from his touch, and he chuckled.

“Y-you’re just gonna come up here and start hassling her? J-174, I’ll gladly stop serving you.” The barman said, straightening up and slamming a palm on the bar.

“Oh! S-sorry? Did you already call dibs on her?” Suede-Rick asked, mocking an apologetic tone. “Y-yeah, whatever. Like she’d wanna go home with a classless bar-wench like you.”

“Uhm, assuming I’m going home with anyone?” I scoffed, interjecting the conversation. The two Rick’s looked over at me in surprise.

“A little feisty, hmm? I like that. C-come on, baby. I know you’ve got a thing for Rick’s, why else would you be here?” The one beside me cooed, sliding a hand across the bar towards me. “Y-you know not every Rick is identical, right? Meaning I can guarantee, I’m packing more than he is.” He said under his breath, jabbing a thumb towards the barman.

“Implying you’ve seen my dick. Huh. Funny, I didn’t believe the rumours.” The barman snorted, looking at me. “I’d stay away from this one, h-he likes peeking at other guys’ dicks at the urinals.”

I pressed my lips together and avoided the two Rick’s gazes. I stared longingly at the door my Rick had gone through.

“Shut the fuck up, F-14-Z. Y-you know this guy comes from a dimension where they all fuck their relatives, right?” Suede Rick spat defensively, and I wanted to scream.

“That’s bullshit, and you know it. That’s dimension F-14-X.” The barman deadpanned.

“Ahh, close enough.” The other one waved a hand dismissively. “Wh-who are you most into sweetie? Come on, be honest.”

“You’re a pair of absolute pricks, she obviously isn’t into either of you.” A third Rick made himself comfortable to my left. His hair was dyed black and he was completely expressionless. “I’ve been sat over there just listening to you guys, you have any idea what you sound like? Ar-are you really that desperate for a bit of pussy?”

I turned and smiled at him gratefully, feeling the urge to kiss him; finally a Rick who seemed somewhat sane-

“She obviously needs a man who’s managed to get laid in the past five years. Trust me, baby, I’ll give you a good time.” He added. Nevermind.

“Oh for f-” I stopped myself from cursing, taking a moment to breathe. I gulped down half of my drink, hoping that it would somehow make the time go quicker. How long was Rick going to be?

“Oh, look at that. You’re almost empty.” The barman commented, taking away my glass to top it up.

“Thanks.” I mumbled.

“So what’s your name, princess? I never did catch it.” Black haired Rick asked, but before I could answer, someone else did.

“Her name is (y/n). A-and if she’s anything like the one from my dimension, you’re wasting your time. She’s not going to spread her legs for just any old Rick.” A fourth Rick appeared behind me, resting a hand carefully on my shoulder. “But a Rick who’s had experience with a (y/n)? Maybe that’s worth something, hmm?” He purred into my ear, it made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, and another shot of arousal coursed through me. I hated my body. Why couldn’t it tell the difference between my Rick and the Rick’s around me now?

“You know an alternate version of me?” I turned to look at the Rick behind me, despite the circumstances, I was fascinated by the odds of this happening.

“Oh, I know her very well.” He chuckled darkly. He bent down to whisper in my ear. “Do you like getting spanked too?” He asked in a sultry tone, and my whole body just heaved with warmth. I stood up in a flash, my barstool scraping against the floor. The four Rick’s blinked at me, and I looked between them all; not really knowing what to say.

“Um…” the pathetic noise rolled from my lips. It was like the God’s were smiling down upon me in that moment, because I saw my Rick emerge from the back. He took one look at my situation, literally surrounded by other Rick’s, and stalked towards me with a menacing expression. He shoved the Rick from behind me out of the way, and grabbed me by the arm, practically dragging me out of the bar. My heart was pounding, and I felt an achy throb between my legs. I don’t know exactly what had turned me on so badly, but being manhandled by Rick was definitely contributing. He pushed me up against the wall, caging me in with his arms either side of my head.

“Were you flirting with them?” He asked me, his tone abrasive to my ears but like honey to my arousal. I shook my head immediately.

“They just… swarmed. Like vulchers.” I told him, and he didn’t look surprised.

“What did you expect, hmm? I told you this wasn’t the- wasn’t a good place for you. Y-you know, I bet you were just praying for something like that to happen. What, you wanna get gangbanged- get fucked by a bunch of me’s? Is one Rick just not enough for you, hmm?” He seethed, though I could tell his anger wasn’t completely genuine.

“No, I… I didn’t want that to happen, Rick.” I said feebly, feeling my knees weaken.

“I think- I think you need to get a smacked ass. Don’t you?” He dropped his voice to a sensual growl, and I damn near whimpered. I nodded my head. Rick chuckled filthily, and pulled out his portal gun. He shot it at the wall, and pulled me through it.