#another one lmao

[faggotmox]

title: strength series: briar patches rating: pg i guess pairing: Jon Moxley/Bryan Danielson, background Claudio Castagnoli/Wheeler Yuta word count: 1172 warnings: a young kid breaks his leg but its not graphic or like a big deal, kids break bones. it happens summary: Kid's do reckless, dumb shit all the time.

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There was a loud crash from the backyard that had Mox and Bryan running. The wail of a little kid actually hurt spurred them on faster. Outside the backdoor they saw Ryūji already running towards the house but stopped in his tracks.

“Help! Help! Briar’s hurt!” Ryūji turned back to run behind the large tree in their backyard. “We fell out of the tree house! I’m sorry! I fall on Briar.”

“Daddy!” Briar cried as he clutched his leg with one hand.

“I’m calling 911.” Bryan already had his phone out as he scooped up Claudio and Yuta’s son. “Ryūji, are you okay?” The smaller boy nodded before tucking his face in Bryan’s neck.

“Bri.” Mox knelt down next to his son. “Hey. We’re here.”

“I-I fell.” Briar was having trouble breathing through the sobs. “Hurts.”

“I know it hurts, buddy.” Mox took his son’s hand in his. “Just breathe. Papa is calling an ambulance.”

“C-Can’t breathe.” Briar was heading into a panic attack.

“Briar, I’m right here. Just look at me and breathe with me.” Mox pressed the little boy’s hand to the front of his chest so Briar could feel him breathing. “Try to match my breathing. It’s going to hurt for a little while, buddy. I won’t lie. We have to wait for the ambulance, but it won’t hurt forever. Just try to focus on that. It won’t hurt forever. I promise.”

Briar could only nod as he tried to keep breathing. Mox focused on his son but tried to listen to Bryan calling the ambulance. There was so much fear in Bryan’s voice, it made Mox realize how terrified he was too. Quickly he ran his eyes over his son and the worst he could see was a broken leg.

“You’re really strong, Briar.” Mox reached up to clean off the tear from the boy’s cheeks. “It’s okay to be scared.” Briar looked up at Mox, his blue eyes watery. “It’s okay to cry because it hurts too. I just need you to be able to breathe.” The little boy nodded back and kept focusing on his breathing. “You’re doing great.”

“Five minutes, Jon.” Bryan came over finally with their godson held tightly to him and his phone still in hand. “How is he?”

“I think his leg is broken but we’re focusing on how good he’s doing at breathing, right?” Mox glanced up at Bryan to see that his husband was crying.

“It hurts.” Briar muttered as he looked at his other father. “But it’s not gonna hurt forever.”

“Yeah, buddy. Not forever.” Bryan nodded along and squeezed Ryūji closer to him, their godson clinging to Bryan.

“Roo, you okay?” Briar looked up at his best friend to see him nod.

“I’m sorry.” Ryūji was crying too as he held onto Bryan’s t-shirt with a death grip.

Briar just gave the younger boy a thumbs up.

“I can hear the sirens, Briar. They’re almost here. Just a few more minutes.” Mox sighed as he leaned down to kiss his son’s forehead. “You’re so tough, pal.”

“Go get help?” Ryūji started squirming out of Bryan’s arms until he was put down and started running away to the gate leading to their front yard.

“I’m--” Bryan looked torn between going after the other boy or staying with his son.

“I’ll stay, you get the help.” Mox nodded to reassure his husband. “Papa is going to get the guys that’ll make it stop hurting.”

Bryan went off as well to get the paramedics.

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“You were great today.” Bryan rubbed Mox’s shoulder as they sat on the couch, finally home from the hospital. “You kept him so calm. I was freaking out. I was so scared.”

“I’ve no idea how I was so calm, babe. I was scared shitless.” Mox hung his head as the knots in his shoulders were rubbed out. “Mostly because I was scared he hit his head or something. I can talk him through pain any day.”

“You didn’t show it to him.” Bryan praised, leaning down to kiss the bald head of his husband. “He needed that.”

“He needed to see you scared too, believe it or not. I told him it was okay to cry because he was scared and you showed him that.” Mox pulled Bryan’s arm down around him. “I’m glad the worst was a broken leg.”

“Me too. Well, I think Ryūji is traumatized a little. Apparently he dared Briar out on the limb after they both decided to climb the tree. The branch broke and Briar fell first with Ryūji falling off right after. I think he thinks he broke Briar’s leg on impact.”

“At least Claudio and Yuta can stay in the guest bedroom because he was not leaving Briar tonight.” Mox leaned into his husband. “He drew little barbed wires going around Briar’s cast. It’s cute as fuck.”

“That is so sweet. I’m really glad Briar had Ryūji, Jon. They’re going to do so much more stupid shit together.” Bryan laughed nervously. “I’m not ready for it.”

“I don’t think any parents are.” Mox joined in the nervous laughter. “I don’t want them to not do stupid shit, but we should watch them more closely.”

“I think it might be time we enrolled them in martial arts.” Bryan looked like he had been considering that for awhile now. “It’ll help get a lot of that stupid, daredevil energy out. You and Wheeler owe us an apology.”

“Oh, shut your fucking mouth!” Mox covered his mouth as he laughed. “I think it’s a good idea. We should get everyone together to talk about it. Eddie’s been talking about Stel doing martial arts too.”

“As if those three don’t spend all their time together.” Bryan shook his head. “The only reason Stel wasn’t here was because she had gymnastics.”

“Did you ever think your son and Eddie Kingston’s daughter would be thick as thieves? We have to make sure the three of them become athletes because they have the makings for a great organized crime crew.”

“You’re the worst.” Bryan rolled his eyes. “What time is it? Do we need to go check on the boys?”

“Uh,” Mox checked his phone. “Yeah. I think so. Every few hours the doc said. Just to make sure.”

“I’ll go check on them. If you want to go to bed you can. I know Wheeler and Claudio agreed to take the last half of the night but they should sleep.” Bryan shrugged as he considered the next few hours.

“I was thinking the same thing. Last minute flights back from Canada.” Mox frowned. “What are we going to do to stay awake?”

“We could work out.” Bryan shrugged as they headed up the steps to their son’s bedroom.

“I know what I wanna work out.” Mox reached out to grope Bryan’s ass, the other trying to swat his hand away.

“You will fall asleep within five minutes after sex.” Bryan accused.

“Hey.” Mox pouted but shrugged. “Like 15 minutes but I see your point.”

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ehehehehe fuzzy mic_2

[fangedup]

It's so pretty here but I'm so fucking tired

[humming-fly]

was thinking about that one blind professor post earlier today and how well it applied to the aptly named Team Dark

(really 'Team Dark' just sounds a lot cooler than 'Team Saves-On-Electricity')

[krysmcscience]

I have some questions about karaoke night, Alex Hirsch. Very Important Questions. Which I will happily scream at a poor hapless baby triangle who can have no answers for me, and possibly also does not have object permanence yet.

Follow-up that is I guess suggestive, but let's be real here, Bill's a fucking triangle:

Dude slipped right into his birthday suit, lmao

this is so stupid :D

Anyway, I don't care what anyone says, this brilliant individual knows what's up - Bill is absolutely way more of a monsterfucker than Ford could or ever will be, full stop.

[blackkatdraws2]

[Toon x Mobster] Chapter 1: First encounter.

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Jack Desmond was running under the heavy rain with a bag over his head, as he had given his umbrella to an old lady on his way home. It was an act of generosity that wasn't out of place in the whimsical place of cartoons.

He almost missed the dark shape sprawled out in an alleyway. Nothing too unusual, maybe some ne'er-do-wells or a goofy character caught in some mishap, but somehow, his gut told him that it felt different. Disturbingly out of place.

Faintly, his nose picked up on a worrying scent. Hesitant yet worried, he trudges closer, his shoes being tainted with red as he knelt down beside the dark figure. “Hey, buddy, you alright?” he called out, voice full of concern. His fingers tentatively touched the man’s shoulder.

Jack gasped, pulling his hand back quickly. His fingers were smeared with something deeply red and thick. His brain slowly processes what he's seeing, unbelieving. With the scent being washed down by the heavy rain, he pulls his palm closer to his nose to take a sniff.

His spine crawls and he jolts up, confused eyes shaking yet staying transfixed on the injured person as he stumbles backwards. He takes a closer look at the man's face- or, just his entire self for that matter. Staring back at him was a foreign face twisted into a harsh scowl, unconscious. Deep scars crisscrossed his face, making him look rather villainous.

This guy wasn’t a Toon. The thick dark coat, those scars- the blood. This man was from another Genre, one that didn’t belong in their streets of lighthearted fun.

His eyes caught sight of the gun tucked into the man’s coat, confirming Jack’s fears.

He's a Grim… perhaps a Guktav member?

The Guktav is one of the biggest and most influential criminal syndicates in the Grim genre where this gloomy-looking person probably came from. These men were dangerous, he'd better make a run for it just in case the assailant of this scene was still nearby.

Unsettled and too riddled with uncertainty and fear, he'd planned to just mind his own business and skedaddle… but his foot stayed planted where they stood, eyes transfixed on the wounded Grim man.

The more he stared, the more the puddle of blood spread.

The rain made the blood travel to the soles of his shoes quicker, and Jack’s stomach churned. He’d never seen anything like this before, not in this city. Life here has always been peaceful and non-life threatening despite the slapstick gags of silly violence people were hit with, but this? This wasn’t funny. This sight made his innards twist.

Jack glanced down at his palms, still stained with blood. The rain hadn’t washed it away, no matter how hard it came down. Starting to get a bit dizzy, he slowly starts to walk away.

Authorities… He should go call the authorities.

…

His feet stops not too far away, and the rain comes down harder than before.

"…Oooh-! Applesticks!" Jack curses, turning back with a huff and stomping back towards the man. “This is a bad idea.” He muttered to himself, shaking his head as he bent down again-

Jack's heart nearly leapt out of his chest when the man's gruff hands grabbed unto his arms and pulled him down, bloodshot eyes glaring straight at him. Jack's legs felt weak, his knees buckling and harshly hitting the bloody floor, terrified as the man's stare told him all he needed to know.

Do anything bad and he'd kill him.

The man's eyelids twitched, pupils rolling back. His large body collapsed on top of the smaller man, making Jack stutter as he fell on his bum, unable to balance himself. Jack lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding, staring at the unconscious man lying limp on his stomach, staining Jack's suit with his blood.

Jack Desmond swallows hard, his heart wavering. Should he really do this?

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[ash-and-starlight]

Sokka baulked. "I'm not getting on that." "That," said Zuko, "is my baby." Zuko's baby, a fifty foot dragon, huffed. Great white plumes of smoke issued out of his nostrils and buffeted around Sokka. "Play nice, Druk," said Zuko, laughing

for The Mercy of Magpies chapter 2!

as always written by thee wonderful showstopping incredible @ranilla-bean ✨

chapter post || cover || map and characters

[pistachi0art]

he will be missed pt. 2 🙏

[floating-goblin-art]

good night, gray angel

[kimmkitsuragi]

oh my fucking god i don't have any clothesssss

[the-maw-consumes]

guardian

[leal-hound]

prince of death w/ a shell helm. maybe his giant cursed head opens up and he falls out like a pearl from an oyster. lets go boy you're gonna have fun i promist

[seventh-district]

Making Incorrect H:SR Quotes Until I Run Out of (hopefully) Original Ideas - Pt. 2

[Pt. 1] [Pt. 3] [Pt. 4] [Pt. 5] [Pt. 6]

[whitejays-galaxy]

Attack of the Smauls

All right who got their cloning order wrong

Oh don't worry, nothing serious,

Smaul is just pissed because Obi didn't buy him a happy meal

The OG Smaul comic

[leafwateraddict]

Don’t forget guys~

@htsan

[uncharted-constellations]

It’s been a minute, (both post wise and design wise) so decided to update the fam + a couple additions compared to last time