#it's also my other dog 13th birthday :]

[charlie-oh-no]

IT'S MY BIRTHDAAAY!!!

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[pandora-writes-one-piece]

Mine to Protect Part III

@thetrueghostqueen Thank you so much for your wonderful request for the birthday prompts! I truly hope you enjoyed the story! Even though it turned out pretty big 😅

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Mine to Protect

Word Count: 4408

Tags for the whole story: Highlander!Kid; Fem!Reader; Alternate Universe - Scotland 13th century; Gore; Blood; Violence; Death; Mild Angst; Fluff; Nudity; Cursing; Sexual Tension; Explicit Sexual Content; Protective!Kid; Possessive!Kid; Soft!Kid; Feral!Kid; Jealous!Kid; Happy Ending; Sort of Enemies to Lovers; Teasing; Banter; NSFW; MDNI; Mature Audiences;

Special Warning: English is not my first language, I apologise for any possible spelling or grammar mistakes.

Summary: Your father and his allied clans are at war, and you're a liability. When you're assigned a guard to protect you - against your will - you do everything in your power to infuriate him. The problem is that he can be more infuriating than you, as you're about to find out.

Notes: Final part everyone. I hope you enjoyed this! It really wasn't supposed to be so big... but then there were so many little moments I wanted to include... Thank you for reading!

Part 3 of 3

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You avoid the wedding conversation with your father like the plague, but you chase Kid’s company like a hunter tracking deer through the glens. More than once, he tumbles into your sheets –sometimes you don’t even make it that far. He has you against doors, walls, on the ground, under the shade of trees, anywhere –everywhere!

You now know the shape and contour of all his scars and muscles. The way they ripple as he uses them to handle your body effortlessly, the way they tense when he’s lost at the edge, spilling his release into you, or the way they soften as you search for the warmth of his embrace afterwards. 

He’s told you about many of the scars. He’s even told you how his left arm was rendered almost useless during battle. He has opened up to you, and you to him, sharing all your worries over your people, sharing how you’ve lost your brother to brigands when you were young and vowed not to be a helpless noble girl –he assures you, you’re not.

Things happen easily between you and Kid, even though you still disagree on many things and keep fighting like cats and dogs. Most of those fights end the same, with both of you lost in a mess of tangled limbs. 

You’ve fallen.

So hard it hurts. And it’s scary as hell in more ways than one. Not only do you not know if Kid feels the same for you, but you also don’t want your heart and emotions to be so tied to a single person. Because, at this moment, it feels like you might die if something happens to Kid. 

You can’t hold back that conversation anymore, so it takes a particularly cold night –a bit warmer now that you and Kid have exercised– when you’re lost in his embrace, to peel the words from your lips.

Kid’s arm grips you, his hand securing you tightly by the waist, and you absentmindedly realise that he never holds you differently. It’s always with strength, a fierce claim, or a desperate need to protect. Your fingers trace the scar on his chest, as you usually do, and that always brings a soft smile to his lips as he relaxes his breathing.

After a while, he speaks. “Yer awfully quiet today. Ye must tell me what I did tae get ye tae shut up.” He chuckles. “I might need that information for other nights.”

But you don’t reply. Not with a chuckle, nor with a witty response as he was expecting you to. 

“Lass?” He opens his eyes and lifts your chin with his fingers to inspect your face, and you sigh. 

“What are we, Kid?” The fear of his answer grips your heart in its clutches holding it ransom. 

“What do ye mean?”

Sitting up and crossing your legs on the bed, you lock your gaze with his. “This, us. What are we?” You gesture between your bodies, impatience oozing from your pores. 

Kid sits up as well, running a hand through his fiery, slightly damp hair. “Lass… we… we’re us.” He shrugs, and you sigh again. Talking about feelings with Kid is like pulling a sword from solid rock. Clearly, he senses that you’re upset, because he tries again. “I care for ye.”

“I know that.”

“Good. So, that’s it.” He reaches for you, but you swat his hand away. 

“Is that all? You care?”

“We have fun, aye, lass?” He smirks at you, trying to lighten the mood, but he’s not even inching closer to where you want him to be. 

“Aye. Fun. You care, and we have fun. That’s all there is, right?”

Kid tenses, and the ticking in his jaw alerts you that he’s finally taking this seriously. “There cannae be anythin’ else, can there? Yer a noble lady, I’m a hired sword.”

You nod. In your head, you know that, technically there can’t be anything more, but in your heart, there are infinite possibilities. What you wanted to hear from him is that he more than cares, that he is willing to fight for both of you. You want to hear him say that he’s fallen for you too. You don’t expect him to be romantic, he was right all those nights ago, you don’t need to be sweet-talked. But you want something real. 

“Is that what ye wanted to hear? That we’re nae good tae each other? That we cannae work?” He slams a fist on the bed, and you know he’s not angry at you, really, it’s at the situation. 

“No, Kid. What I wanted to hear was a bit of fight in you.” You get up, pull your dress over your head, and your feet through your boots. “Because you fight so hard to protect me from outside threats, when the biggest threat to my heart is right here in my room.”

The hurt in his expression is a mirror of your own as you make your way to the door. But it’s not over yet. There’s something else you need to tell him and this was why you asked him what you were. To see if you and he were worth fighting for. 

Your hand hovers the doorknob and you don’t look back at him as you deliver the news. “My father has chosen a suitor to marry me. I have no say in the matter. We are to be married within a month.”

As tears fill your eyes, you leave the room without looking back, not knowing what Kid feels about the news or if he’s as devastated as you are.

-*-

You will never know how he felt about the news you delivered, because by morning, he’s gone. Just gone, without a trace, without a goodbye, without a word. Why does your chest ache so much when he took your heart with him?

Your father merely assigns another guard to you, but since you’ll be married within a month –securing a formidable war alliance that comes with soldiers and money– and leaving his house, he simply assigns one of his personal guards to shadow you.

This guard is quiet, slow, and an idiot. You lose him on the first try. 

Though you don’t wander too far alone. The streets are growing more dangerous, and this guard isn’t Kid. You don’t trust him to find you anywhere and everywhere, as if you were connected by more than duty. 

You refuse to cry.

You know you have many, many tears to shed, but you gave yourself one night to do it. The night he left you, and that was it. No more tears, no more broken heart. And though it all seems easier said than done, you manage slightly. 

You set up a food delivery system with some of the citizens on the keep’s grounds, so you can be safer and still help them, and this has kept your mind and hands occupied. But the end of the month approaches, and so does your wedding. 

You can’t stop thinking about Kid and how he makes you feel and it’s nearly impossible to think of giving yourself to another man. Be it body or soul. You’re Kid’s. And that’s it.

Days without him seem colder and drag on slower than before. Training doesn't feel the same, and every time you lie in bed you still feel the ghost of his arms wrapped around you. You've found yourself glancing over your shoulder more than once, hoping he's there, just around the corner, with his scowl in place, a witty remark at hand, or a biting word. 

But he's not. 

And so, you tread on, day by day, night by night, forcing your heart to harden, to stop caring, to just let him go. 

Until you feel him. It's that prickling sensation at the nape of your neck, the tingling that bristles your hairs and almost stops your heart. This time, when you glance over your shoulder, he's really there, and it takes every ounce of willpower not to run to him and jump into his arms. 

Gods, you've missed him. 

He looks… haggard. His hair is duller, matted and dirty, there's dried blood on his skin and clothes –you're too scared to ask him if it's his, so you don’t– and there's darkness in his eyes, so much darkness. 

“Kid…” You barely utter, your heart too shattered to let your mouth part with any more words, lest he take them as ransom and use them against you. 

“Forgive me, lass. I've been gone longer than I meant, aye?” His voice seems drained. He looks exhausted, and you want nothing more than to scream at him for leaving you without a single word, for making you suffer beyond human understanding. But none of what you feel matters when he looks ready to drop dead from exhaustion at any second. So you drag him into your quarters and draw him a warm bath without uttering another word. 

He sits in the tub as you pour warm water over him, loosening the grime and blood so he can scrub it off. You don't speak. You're too afraid that the first words out of your mouth will be angry and accusing, and now’s not the time to fight. For what it's worth, he doesn't speak either. Whether he's respecting your silence or simply too tired, is anyone's guess. 

When the water rises enough for a comfortable bath, you wet the cloth and hand it to Kid, but he doesn't make a move to take it. His eyes are droopy, and his head lolls back and forth until he finally leans it against the rim of the tub with a groan and a grunt. 

You sigh as your heart clenches, and you kneel beside him, running the wet cloth over his arms first, scrubbing off the caked mud, blood, and whatever else he dragged on him from wherever he was. When you reach his hand, his fingers curl slightly, seeking your touch, trying to hold you and you give everything to stop your tears from falling. 

Gods, how you love this man. 

He slumbers for a bit as you clean most of the grime off, but when you reach his chest and your hands find the familiar scars, his eyes slowly open, watching you. You're frowning pretending not to notice him observing you, but you grumble something unintelligible when you find three new scars –badly healed– on his torso. 

“Where did you go…?” The question slips from your lips against your will in a quiet whisper. You're not even sure if he heard you or if he'll answer. 

“Behind enemy lines, tae the north.”

The cloth slips from your hand, and you fumble to secure it again, your mouth open as wide as your eyes. “Beyond the borders? Into enemy territory? Kid! You could’ve died!”

His smirk barely curves his lips, but it's there. “Would've been worth it.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” You growl, scrubbing harder and making him wince. 

“Ah, I've missed that filthy tongue, lass.” How can your heart warm at such words when you want nothing more than to yell at him for having left you? “I got what I went in for.” He dips his head back into the water, using his hands to try and comb through his matted hair. When he rises out of the water, his exhausted gaze falls on you, waiting for your questions. 

“What did you go in for?”

“Information. War information that’ll make the clans turn tae yer da’s side without ye havin’ tae marry.” A chill runs through you as you stare at him. Is he serious? Has he risked his life just to get you out of an arranged marriage? Does that mean… does he love you back? Are you more than just ‘fun’? 

You swallow the lump in your throat and try to make your tongue work past the dry, sand-like feeling in your mouth. “You still left me behind, without a word or a goodbye. Without a warning. I was alone!” The sigh that parts your lips is filled with sorrow and resignation. “We'll speak about this after you rest, you're in no condition to argue.”

He chuckles as you force him to lean forward –with a harder shove than you should– so you can clean his back. “Oh, but I've missed arguin’ with ye.” You purse your lips, drawing back an angry snarl that only makes him chuckle again. “Think about it. Would ye’ve let me leave if I told ya my plan?” He shrugs nonchalantly. “I mean, I would've left just the same, but ye would've tried tae stop me. Or worse, ye would've wanted tae go with me. It was better this way.”

“Better for whom? Because I was left thinking you'd abandoned me, right after I poured my heart out to you!”

Kid's face falls again. “Better than tae worry about me. If I died, at least ye could've forgotten me if ye hated me. It would've been a lot harder tae forget me if ye still cared.”

I still care. 

You think the words, but you don't say them. Instead, you hand him the cloth. “Finish up, Kid. I'll go grab you some clothes from your old room. It hasn't been touched.”

-*-

When you return he's clean and dry, a  towel wrapped around his waist, and you lower your gaze before you get lost in the body you know so well. Handing him the shirt and breeches, you return to your room, waiting for him with a tray of food and ale, so he eats and rests, because he looks like shit. 

He follows you wordlessly after getting dressed and eats the food ravenously, which makes you wonder how long it’s been since he last ate. By the time he finishes, he looks ready to fall down again. You lead him to your bed, setting him down in the place he's slept more times than you can count, and securing the blankets around him. As Kid closes his eyes, you sigh, turning to leave, but his arm loops around your waist, and he drags you to bed, your back firmly against his chest, as he pulls you closer and drapes the covers over you too. 

“Kid…” You start to protest. He needs rest and you don't trust your heart enough to be this close to him and not break. He still hasn't told you how he truly feels. He said he missed your remarks and arguing with you, but he didn't say he missed you. 

“Stay.” His voice sounds hoarse and pained as he pulls you impossibly closer, burying his head in your hair, inhaling your scent in deep breaths. 

You relax in his hold. It's not like you want to leave anyway. You've never felt safer than in Kid's arms, you're just not sure if you feel loved. 

“I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, lass.” The whisper of his words kisses the back of your neck in warm breaths, and your heart clenches. “I'm shite with words and feelings, ye know that… but… dinnae think for a minute that I left because I dinnae care. I left because I do care.”

He's still not saying it. 

“I know you care, Kid.” You sound weary and resigned. Perhaps you're asking too much. It's obvious he cares deeply, or he would've never gone to the lengths he did for you. 

“It's more than that.” You can almost hear the strain in his voice as he forces the words out. “I knew I could never fall for ye. I'm a guard, yer a noble lady. How could I… love ye if I'm no’ worthy? Yer da would hang me for ever touchin’ ye…” His chuckle is just a rumble against your back. “If he knew how much I've touched ye, my head would roll.”

You hold back a smirk. All your life you've defied your father and his rules. Kid would never be the exception. 

“But I've come tae realise that I cannae live without ye, nor do I want tae.” He sighs and rolls you, motioning for you to turn to him, so you do. Your cheeks are hot and flushed and your heart is hammering violently against your chest. His fiery eyes are droopy and tired, filled with so much exhaustion that is physically noticeable. But he needs to get his words out. His fingers tilt your chin so he can stare right into your eyes. “I've realised that if lovin’ ye is a risk, then I'm ready tae bet everythin’. And that's why I had tae go. Because I love ye.”

A ragged sob breaks through your defences and tears down the dam you've built to hold your tears in since Kid’s return. Tears spill from your eyes in fat droplets as Kid pulls you to his chest, his hand resting on the back of your head, comforting you, cradling you. He doesn't say anything else, but he doesn't need to. 

He's said it all. 

You spill all the tears you vowed not to cry when he left, all the pent-up emotions that you’d stored safely away in a dark corner of your heart come crashing down with the force of a tidal wave, destroying everything in their path. And Kid holds you through it all. Your lifeline, your anchor, your everything. 

He doesn't utter any more words, and he's right, you know he's shit with feelings. But his actions have always spoken much louder than words. He holds you tightly, clearly fending off all the exhaustion in his weary bones just to comfort you. His lips press softly against the crown of your head, again and again, in an endless torrent of kisses, like he can't get enough of you. His hand rubs your back up and down in soothing motions as your heart explodes from all this love. It's overwhelming, overpowering and somehow, still not enough. 

Eventually, you pull back from him, tilting your head upwards and watching him through wet lashes. “Gods, Kid. I love you too. So much. So, so much.” The warmth in his gaze overpowers the tiredness as he lowers his face, mouth hovering just above yours. “Yer mine.” His words are a claim and he delivers them softly, like a man who is sure of what he's saying. 

“I'm yours.” 

With the softest of grunts you've ever heard him release, Kid takes your lips in his. You melt into him, this kiss insurmountably different from all the others you've shared. It's soft, steady, and tender. It's not filled with brimming, raging fire or fueled by desire. It's intimate and filled with promises. It's perfect. 

When you both pull back, he cups your cheek and rests his forehead against yours, eyes hooded as exhaustion finally overtakes him. “Stay with me.”

“Aye, Kid.” You don't really know if he asked you to stay the night or to stay forever, but it doesn't really matter when the answer to the question is the same, right? 

-*-

As dawn approaches, you leave Kid to rest in your bed as you get changed and ready. Then you gather the papers Kid brought with him, the valuable information about the war front and you grimace. The papers are bloodied and dirty, a testament to what he's been through, but they are readable. In fact, it serves the purpose best like this, so your father can understand what he's endured. 

You march into your father's quarters, and his guards have the gall to try to stop you from entering. “Either of you touch me, and you'll meet my wrath.” Your fiery reputation is well known in the keep and after exchanging glances, the guards step aside. With a deep breath, you burst into the war room where your father and his advisors are already gathered, though they seem to be discussing how juicy a piece of boar meat is, instead of actual war business. They startle at the noise of the door banging, and you stride towards your father with pursed lips and purposeful steps, daring anyone to stop you. 

Nobody does. 

“Here.” You shove the plate of meat aside –almost dropping it on the floor– and slam the papers in front of your father with a loud bang. “You'll be interested in these, Father.” You watch as he cleans his greasy fingers on his cloak and picks up the parchment, curiosity lighting his eyes. 

You have to suppress a grin when his eyes widen and his mouth opens in surprise. “This… how? This information can change the war… it can bring us the support we need. This is vital.”

The advisors look at your father, then at you, also filled with curiosity. “Aye, Father. That information can sway the clans to your side and bring you the numbers you need to finish this. All without me having to marry.”

A triumphant smirk curls the corner of your lips as all the men gathered around the table begin talking with one another, discussing outcomes and probabilities, finally forgetting the food and actually delving into war business. Your father passes the bundle of papers to the advisor on his right and pins you with his stare.

“How did you get these?”

“Remember Eustass Kid?” You can’t help the way your voice softens at the mere mention of him.

“Aye, the sword I hired to protect you. The guard at the entrance reported that he returned yesterday. Was it him?” He seems incredulous. 

“Aye. He risked his neck for that.”

Your father scratches his chin, the weight of what Kid did hanging heavily on his shoulders. You’re pretty sure he’s already considering how much gold he can be parted with to compensate him. But you’re about to help him solve that problem.

“I will not marry the laird.” You state. You don’t ask, you simply inform your father of your decision because you know he cannot deny you that, not when he doesn’t need a marriage alliance anymore. 

“Fine. I barely know how I convinced you the first time. You’re free, lass, to do whatever you want.”

Your heart hammers against your chest, but you don’t let your nerves show. Not now, when you’re so close. “But I want to marry, Father. Just not him.”

A heavy sigh escapes his lips as he returns his gaze to a paper that wandered back into his hand, looking as though he has more important matters to discuss than your marriage. And he does, and this reminds you of all the headaches you’ve brought upon him, all the troubles you’ve stirred up while growing up. You know you were not an easy daughter, but you know your father loves you, in his own way. 

“Who, then?” 

“Kid.”

He lifts his eyes from the parchment in front of him to stare you down again. “The hired sword? Not a laird?”

You nod. Your throat suddenly feels too tight to squeeze any words through. 

“Impossible. You’re noble, and he’s… not. I was willing to grant you a marriage of your choosing, but I thought you wanted someone of your standing.”

You knew this was coming, so you take a deep, calming breath. “What I want, Father, is someone who fights for me, someone who is willing to go behind enemy lines and risk his neck for me. Someone who loves me so much, that he’d burn down the world for me, if only I asked. He has proven his dedication to me –and to you– a hundred times over.”

“He’s just a mercenary” Your father’s voice rises, and the room stills. “You need a leader by your side! Someone who knows the people and how to lead, not just fight!”

You place your hands on your hips to hide the trembling in them. “I know the people well enough for the both of us. I love the people more than anyone in this room.” Your voice starts to rise with each word. “Gods, I’ve done more for the people and the land than any of you combined! For once, just for once, Father, let someone love me! I deserve to be happy, too!”

Your father stays silent for a moment, his throat bobbing up and down as his thick brows furrow in deep thought. His eyes scan the information laid before him again, as if weighing everything he has and what he’s willing to lose. 

“Very well. You can marry him, if that’s what you truly want.”

-*-

You barely make it past the hallway outside the war room before you feel a familiar prickling sensation on the back of your neck. Kid’s waiting for you. He looks better, more like himself, but there’s still weariness in his eyes and a sort of darkness in them that can only come from claiming someone else’s life –and gods know he’s done enough of that for a lifetime.

“Lass, I knew ye’d be with yer da.” His gaze softens, however, when you meet. “Did he call the weddin’ off?” The hope in his voice mirrors the one that fills your heart.

“I’m still marrying.” 

“The fuck ye are! He lays one finger in yer direction, and he’s dead. I’ll fuckin’ kill him and his entire clan if I have tae! Fuck! I’ll just grab ye and we’ll run. I dinnae care where–”

“Kid!” You take one step towards him, tears threatening to spill from your eyes at the intensity of his feelings. Placing your palms on his heaving chest, you look into his eyes with nothing but love. “You would really burn down the whole world for me, wouldn’t you?”

His hand brushes your cheek gently, a contrast to the beast of a man he is. “Just say the words, lass. I’ll do it.”

“I’m marrying you, you insufferable man. There’s only you.”

He lets out a string of curses in his thick brogue, and you barely understand a word, though you know they’re all directed at you. “Ye wanna kill me. I already knew ye wanted me dead, lass!” Then he weaves his fingers through your hair and pulls you closer, lowering his face until his lips hover over yours. “Damn brat.”

“I love you, Kid.”

“Aye. Me too. Ye’re mine, always.”

“And you’re mine.”

The smile on his lips mirrors your own as they touch again in that soft, gentle dance you’ve come to know as love. 

THE END

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[fenix-the-seahorse]

Let me introduce you to the pets!

Grim

My service dog, a Blue Heeler/Lab mix. His birthday is October 13th and he is 2! He works for several things with me, like PTSD, dissociation and POTS.

Marvel

My gf's puppy, he is 1 ½ and a pittie mix (possibly boxer?). His birthday is 13th of April.

Phoenix

My partner's retired service dog! She's turning 7 on November 13th! She is a Lab/Blue Tick Hound, and currently her favorite hobby is acting out because of my partner going back to work.

Nova

She's our foster! She is 7 months, a Blue Heeler/Catahoula Leopard Dog, and in training as a service dog for hearing loss and PTSD. Her birthday is April 10th. She only got here Wednesday and has been settling in amazingly. She picks up on things so fast, and I will be going out with her future handler to get her more things tomorrow.

Jax

Jax is my gf's cat, he is 10 now, and a Hurricane rescue. He's got some thyroid issues and getting old, so he doesn't leave the utility/cat room much.

Goliath

Him and Hubba Bubba have only lived here since yesterday! My partner adopted Goliath and it turned out he had bonded to Hubba Bubba, so I now have a cat as well. His birthday is estimated to be 09/2021, so he is 3. He is very cuddly but likes his own space, and he is massive, so the name fits.

Hubba Bubba

Hubba Bubba is the other cat we got yesterday. His birthday is estimated to be the same as Goliath, 09/2021. He is lovey and cuddly, and I have spent most of this evening having him come up to me for love and cuddles. He is absolutely jacked, hence why he looks a bit chunky. But he isn't, just 50/50 fluff and muscle. He is everything I ever wanted in a cat.

Sam

A bearded dragon! We rescue exotic pets, and Sam is one of them. He is about 1 now, and a bit of a bully. He has repeatedly mistaken a freckle on my arm to be a bug, and also made himself at home in my hoodie pocket.

Dean

Another beardie! Dean is about as old as Sam, and makes up what he lacks in brains in sheer audacity. He has not figured out the concept of glass, or that he can not eat two roaches at once. But we love him!

Ozymandias (Ozzy)

Ozzy the Ball Python, my partner's snake. He is also not much older than the beardies and mostly keeps to himself, but he does like to be a bracelet sometimes.

There are also Miles, my hamster, and Kihe, my gf's leopard Gecko. Tumblr restricts me to 10 images though, so I'll see what to do about that!

We also do dog daycare/boarding through Rover, and I am working towards getting my trainer certificate. In the meantime, I am working for a low cost as a dog trainer locally.

[thefactsofthematter]

this delancey brothers thing is so interesting to me because like,,, we get very little about their whole family life and backstory and the fandom has yet to come up with anything incredibly solid,,, anyways just thinking thoughts and i want to hear what you have to say

right?? i feel like for a while the fandom kinda shunned them bc of their role as villains… but a bad guy can be a compelling character too!!

i already gave a rundown of my backstory for them in the last ask i answered, so here’s my completely baseless thoughts regarding their personalities and relationship w each other!! @jack-kellys here’s the rest of my delancey nonsense 😙

- oscar is a deeply angry person. he doesn’t know how to feel anything else, when the world has been so cruel to him. he’s been trying to parent his little brother for years, in the shittiest of situations: from an abusive home, to jail, to their tiny bedroom at the newspaper office. wiesel is harsh with them, their job consists of long days of tedious work, and he often feels he has nothing to look forward to. he takes it out on everybody except morris, because he’s learned over the years that everyone is out to get him, so he may as well hurt them first. (hostile attribution bias anyone?? shoutout to all my fellow bitches who studied developmental psych 🤘)

- morris, on the other hand, strikes me as a little less angry and a little more scared. an odd hc of mine for him is that he’s on the fetal alcohol spectrum - he deals with numerous learning disabilities and developmental delays because of it, and it’s made all the trauma he’s experienced very hard to process. he finds his and oscar’s job frustratingly difficult: counting papes and keeping the numbers straight is hard for him, he hates how loud the newsies are (and how loud uncle wiesel is when he’s yelling), and he can’t focus for very long without getting the urge to jump and run and move around, which he knows he’s not allowed to do. he also knows he doesn’t speak very clearly— unless he’s very intentional with every syllable, which almost sounds worse because it’s so awkward, or using phrases he’s already practiced— so he’s given up on talking to anyone other than his big brother, for the most part. he lets oscar do most of the talking and is happy to back him up with his fists.

- oscar doesn’t really understand morris’s disability, but he tries not to think too hard about it. he doesn’t know why his brother needs help with certain things that seem easy— like knowing which shoe goes on which foot, or spelling the letters of his own name— but he’ll help him nonetheless, because that’s just what he needs to do. he thinks he might need to take care of morris forever, because it often seems like there’s some things the kid will just never get the hang of, but oscar doesn’t mind that, because at least it gives him some purpose. if he has to sit there every night and remind morris of the steps to getting cleaned up before bed (wash your face and hands, run a comb through your hair, fold up your clothes…) then at least he’s doing something helpful each day, and that makes him feel alright.

- a random anecdote that sorta sums them up (under the cut bc this is long already):

for morris’s 13th birthday, oscar steals a little stuffed dog from a shop, which morris names puppy and instantly clings to with all his might. at the time, oscar knows morris is too old for toys, but the way the kid lights up when the silly thing is handed to him makes everything worth it. he simply decides to accept that all the bullshit they’ve been through has made it hard for morris to grow up at the same rate as other people, so if babying him a little makes him this happy, that must be fine, right?

several years later, the first thing that ever compels oscar to lay a hand on wiesel is finding puppy in the trash on the front step on his way home from running errands, with its ears ripped off— he’s instantly sure that wiesel found it and took it from morris while he was gone. he charges inside and punches wiesel square across the jaw; he then spends the rest of the night barricaded in their bedroom, trying to messily sew puppy back together and simultaneously calm down his inconsolable little brother.

“you’re too big to cry, mo. you know that. you gotta cut it out before uncle hears you, alright?”

“but he took it. he took puppy away and wrecked it and said i can’t have it no more,” morris wails. “it ain’t fair, osc.”

“i know. i got it back and i’m trying to fix it, okay? i’ll get puppy good as new for you, i swear. you just gotta stop— you’re a big fella and you’re crying over a toy. you can’t be doing that.”

morris sniffles, obviously holding back a sob.

“you busted his head. why’d you do that?”

oscar shrugs. he finally manages to tie off a decent knot on one of the ears, which almost looks right again, despite his terrible stitches.

“i was mad. don’t no one mess with my brother without going through me, right?”

morris manages a smile, despite the way he’s still intently watching his beloved puppy be put back together, with tears in his eyes.

“right. and i’ll soak anyone who talks bad at you, i swear.”

wiesel beats oscar black and blue with his cane the next day, but oscar would take it a million times over for morris’s sake. when the newsies start wisecracking about oscar’s fresh cuts and bruises at distribution, morris starts beating on whichever of those loudmouths he can get his hands on until the whole lot of them have nothing more to laugh at.

the delancey brothers have each other’s backs at all fucking costs.

[kockatriceking]

whole buncha sketches of Llwelyn Winters, my Fallout OC. he's not any of the protagonists, he's just your average friendly travelling trader who sells delicious food and other scraps. a regular guy, apart from his albinism

...well, he can transform into a Deathclaw. that's probably not so average, actually.

Llwelyn's parents weren't vault dwellers- born and bred Wastelanders, his father was a trader while his mother was a hired gun. They stumbled across Vault 298 when on their travels, seeking refuge from deathclaw attacks.

There they met Dr Rald. The Dr was the last of the Vault Dwellers of 298, but not through luck- no, he engineered their deaths. He had experimented on each and every one of them, mutating them beyond viability, in a quest to create the ultimate survivalist. Somehow he convinced Llwelyn's parents of his noble goals, and his mother agreed to be experimented on.

It would be her demise.

Llwelyn tore his way from her womb when he first transformed. The young Deathclaw then turned on his father, and would've killed the Doctor if he hadn't sealed the medical chamber's doors against him. But was Dr Rald rightly horrified at his actions? No. He was simply in awe that at last his creation had worked- he had created a perfect survivalist, the perfect predator- a Deathclaw that could disguise itself as a human. He continued to experiment on Llwelyn, the child growing up under an influx of chems, radiation, and bioengineering. Making him faster, stronger, tougher, giving him the regenerative abilities of a lizard, the heat-sensing ability of a snake, and of course the all powerful strength of a Deathclaw. There were drawbacks, of course. Llwelyn's snow-white skin being one of them. His albinism makes him not only highly distinctive, but affects his vision poorly and leaves him vulnerable to bright lights. The other setback was the pain of transformation- staying in the human form hurts, aching bone-deep pain that's unaffected by chems. He's immune to them all by now anyway.

Unfortunately, the Doctor was not a particularly pleasant parent, and his own personality is what caused his demise. He frequently forced Llwelyn to fight and kill other Wasteland creatures, from radroaches to dogs to fellow deathclaws. Eventually he began bringing in raiders. Traders. People. All to "test" Llwelyn's strength, his loyalty, his weaknesses.

He finally decided on Llwelyn's 13th birthday that he was old enough to truly test his mettle in the Wastelands. Believing Llwelyn sufficiently broken, and would never leave his father figure, he arrogantly didn't use any kind of preventative measure to stop the youth from leaving.

The moment Llwelyn stepped outside he was gone.

The Doctor hunted him. Of course he did. Posters and bounties for the snow-white deathclaw still can be found in the settlements around Vault 298. It was described as a legendary beast, a powerful monster nigh unkillable with its rapid regeneration and quick thinking mind. He wanted it caught alive- but would pay handsomely for its corpse. He also offered a bounty for his wayward runaway son, a simpleton who just didn't understand the dangers of the Wasteland. Many money-hungry glory hunters sought the albino deathclaw. None ever made it back. The hunters slowly dwindled even as the money grew. Nobody wanted to fight something so horrific as that. The Doctor grew desperate. Too old to hunt Llwelyn himself, without the aid of Wastelanders he had no chance.

Until someone finally answered the bounty call.

Llwelyn himself.

Now 20, the boy's time in the Wastes had changed him. He'd met a kind lone wanderer who'd also escaped a vault and who offered him company in the empty lands. The kind stranger taught him everything about the Wastes, taking on the boy as a wayward son. They'd parted ways with much sadness but also many happy memories, and now Llwelyn returned alone to finish his own personal quest.

He killed Doctor Rald.

Free at last from the good doctor's influence.

The rumours of the white deathclaw never stopped, despite it never being seen. It's said it was the one that tore apart Dr Rald, the man offering its bounty, as some kind of retribution.

Whatever the story, it's something the lonely trader isn't interested in telling. He's just come to the Commonwealth and is far more interested in selling his wares to the people of Diamond City than silly stories about scary monsters. No, it's not odd that he sleeps outside of the protective walls of Diamond City, in nothing but a simple tent. Plenty of people survive sleeping rough. Raiders and radscorpions and super-mutants and ghouls aren't that common. No, he's never seen nor heard any Deathclaws about. They don't commonly reside near Diamond City anyway. It's probably just rumours and imagination. Yes, he's heard about the band of raiders found ripped to shreds nearby. Probably just super-mutants and their hounds. Nothing to worry about. Incidentally, would you like to buy his new stock of guns? Still smokin' hot!

[wildernessuntothemselves]

Hi~♡ so, the list I said I could do right?

Turns out some of my favorites got recently deleted and I obviously can't recommend your own fics to you, so there are only 28 beomgyu fics/writings here (not counting multiple chapters of the same series). I also may have skipped a few just cause i was very tired while putting this together, idk, if i did i may make another list with them. As compensation I am giving a few sub!yeonjun ones at the end, hope it counts.

Quality and size of the writings vary a lot. I also don't know why the hybrid fics are all a little angsty. But seriously, three of the fics that disappeared were sooo good... and now I will never be able to read them again.

♡ Series

• Now Live! Stream

Summary: Every Thursday night at 8pm, you tune into your favourite camboy: Angel313. What you don’t know is he even goes to the same uni as you, is in the same class as you and is Choi Beomgyu, the campus fuckboy but will you keep his secret?

• On Accident

Summary: your roommate is cute but your thoughts haven't been so innocent lately

• Fuck You Series

Summary: you and Beomgyu are both from infamous rival bands at the same uni, you being the bassist of your band: Blue Moon. Beomgyu being the lead guitarist of his band: Tomorrow x Together . You hate Beomgyu the most out of all of them though and one night at a party you decide to teach him a "lesson" and become...fuck buddies ??

♡ Multi partners or Poly

• You never even wanna talk about it

genre: polyamory, runaways, smut, strict parents, hurt/comfort, set in mid 00’s.

• Kinktober day 12

Summary: Beomgyu wants to cum and goes about in in all the wrong ways. Which leads to him being forced to watch Yeonjun get off while he faces harsh criticism from their girlfriend.

♡ Fluffy smuts

• March 13th, 2001

summary: you show beomgyu how much you love him

• (nameless fic)

summary: beomgyu has been teasing you nonstop the entire day. calling you mommy every chance he could. he's amazed with how a word could make you so giggly. so he kept doing it.

• (nameless fic)

summary: inexperienced beomgyu getting off on fingering u for the first time

• Missed You

Summary: beomgyu sends you a very inappropriate video of himself whilst you’re at work.

• Pacifier

Summary: beomgyu loves your tits so much it gets him to cum untouched

• (nameless fic)

Summary: boobie boy Gyu

• Pretty Boy

Summary: cute boyfriend gyu misses you very very much and wants you to fuck him with your strap, so he decides to surprise you and be a good boy.

♡ Angsty smuts

• Until it Hurts a Little Less

(the author didn't make a summary for it, but basically y/n life is going from bad to worst, hybrid!gyu doesn't help by being a mean piece of shit, eventually you hit your breaking point and... you will have to read to figure out the rest)

• (nameless fic)

Summary: sub!dog hybrid Gyu is in heat and begging for help (I'm keeping this in the angsty category because y/n is overworked and ends up being mean to gyu in a non sexy way)

• Puppy

Summary: beomgyu acting like a bad puppy towards you and well.. you decide to turn the tables on him. so you fuck kitty!yeonjun in front of him

♡ Casual(?) Smuts

• (nameless fic)

summary: fuck buddy!beomgyu who loves marking you up. knowing that even if it's not him who you're fucking, the other person could never own you the way the have.

• (nameless fic)

summary: you met your older sister's best friend, beomgyu, at your sister's birthday party. you've been stealing glances with each other. flirting from afar until you got fired up with waiting for him to make a move on you. (there is no clear sub/dom dynamics here, but it's good so I'm keeping it here)

• (nameless fic)

summary: smoking with sub!beomgyu and things get a little heated

• High

(more smoking with beomgyu and things getting heated)

• My Pretty

(boyfriend gyu come over and find you still sleeping, so he decides to wake you up in the best way. he is not exactly subby, but very sweet and loving)

• Needy for You

Summary: you are close friends, laying on the bed cuddling until the innocent gentle touches turn into more suggestive touches and things happen

• Kinktober day 25

Summary: service top gyu likes being degraded

• Corrupt File

Summary: the pretentious genius boy in your class ends up being a needy subby virgin cutie

• Feel Good

Summary: softdom!reader makes her sweet pup feel good

♡ Perv!Gyu

• The Urge

Summary: Beomgyu knew it wasn't right, and he was being a dirty, disgusting pervert but, he just couldn't help himself when it came to you. (not exactly sub!gyu but he is so down bad it's worth it)

♡ Comedy (?) Smut

• Cuffed

Summary: Cop!gyu thinks with his dick

♡ Not smut, just whipped Gyu

• Nap of A Star

summary. you’re taking a nap on your friend’s lap

• 8:55PM

(just beomgyu simping for you in his head but not knowing how to act)

♡ BONUS: sub!junnie

• Sweet Creature

Summary: fairy!reader lures yeonjun into the woods

•𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒶 𝒷𝑜𝓎 ☽ 𝒶 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒 𝑒𝓃𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝑜𝓎

Summary: another fic where fairy!reader lures yeonjun into the woods

• Morning Cuddles

Summary: Just waking up in the morning with him by your side...except a bit steamier than just that

• Love me More

Summary:  yeonjun arranged what he called “fucking meetings” so he could make you forget about college for a bit, as the amazingly great person he was, clearly this isn’t sarcasm. but when you two left the room, you had to act like complete strangers around each other, dying to claim your true feelings. one day after he saw you getting to involved with another man, he decided to finally act up before he regretted it. Switch!Jun

• Call Connecting...

Summary: You and Yeonjun call frequently while hes on tour. Normally one of his members would be there with him, but this time, it’s just you two with nothing to stop you.

• Perv best friend Yeonjun

• Bunny hybrid!Jun

(I was gonna add the @s but I forgot and now I am tired, sorry)

~♡anon

thank you so much 😭😭😭😭😭

i actually know a lot of these (which just goes to show how few sub gyu fics there are out there) but there are some that i haven't seen before so yay. but even the ones that i know are nice to read again. i stayed up till 7 am reading some of them 😂

[dallydillying]

INTRO POST!! B) 🤘

GREETINGS AND SALUTATIONS!

hello! i'm diskey!! i'm a genderfluid (they/he/she, he preferred, afab) 14 year old! i'm also Very bisexual. like. Incredibly. i LOVE LOVE LOVE leafy and firey from the hit Object show bfdi.... i hope you enjoy your stay here! ^_^

psst.... pronouns.cc

i'm a multishipper! expect to see a variety of ships here. including rarepairs. i love rarepairs.

my artstyle changes like every other week so if my artsyle is randomly different and then the same after another piece that's why LOL

you are free 2 use my art as pfps and banners, as long as you give credit! i don't mind :3

my birthday is on october 13th!

i am not a good initiator! please don't send dms that contain basic and/or one-letter greetings.

don't make romantic comments towards me Dawg. jokes are fine as long as they aren't borderline creepy..! (i have a boyfriend)

i am neurodivergent. (i have adhd, autism, an anxiety disorder & psychosis.) please take that into consideration before interacting, i ask kindly that you use tone tags while interacting with me, since i cannot detect tone very well. also, please don't be vague if you find something wrong with my content! i find it hard 2 understand things sometimes if i am not directly told :( !!

some of the humor/jokes on here may be inappropriate and/or weird. note that while the humor may be sexual in nature, i do not want any of my characters to be sexualized, even if they are above the age of 18. i will not be drawing nsfw of my characters, even if the humor delves into suggestive/sexual topics. i am simply NOT comfortable with it or other people sexualizing/drawing nsfw of my ocs. i apologize if anything i say here makes anybody uncomfortable themselves.

if you support pedophilia, zoophilia, non-con, proshipping, racism, homophobia, or anything of that sort. it is NOT welcome here.

if you still use gamer vs furry logic in the year of 2024 (aka you hate furries)

if you ship real people. self explanatory. You people are scary. Do not come near me.

if you fetishize homoerotic/queer people and their relationships.

if you have an interest in 4chan and partake in weird behaviors relating to that. no if ands or buts. do not interact with me.

(ALL ARTICLES CONTAIN SPOILERS, BROWSE WITH CAUTION)

- leafy (bfdi)

- firey (bfdi)

- nickel (ii)

- spongebob squarepants

- shadowsight (warrior cats)

- dovewing (warrior cats)

- john doe/joker (batman: the telltale series)

- mephone4 (ii)

- jayfeather (warrior cats)

(may be updated !!)

MOST ACTIVE IN:

- warrior cats

- osc (mainly bfdi, ii, tdos, tnm, hfjone, & itft. COBS FANS DNI!! (only if you support his actions not if you like him as character/villain))

- spongebob

- pokemon

- lalaloopsy

- electric dreams

- the i became a dog games

- eddsworld

LEAST ACTIVE IN:

- band fandoms i'm in (mainly SOAD & the beatles)

- razia's shadow (musical)

- batman

- fnf

- mao mao: heroes of pure heart

that's all from me, diskeynation! i hope anyone who decides to stick around enjoys their stay! :D buh-bye 4 now! (no tags cuz i'm a scaredy-cat /silly)

[beesinspades]

oh my god I haven't been tagged in one of these in what feels like AGES. thank you @the-13th-battalion!

What book are you currently reading? I started the sun and the star but I've been way too distracted with fics, writing, and drawing :(

What's your favorite movie you saw in theaters this year? in theaters? I haven't seen many, but I'd say suzume!

What do you usually wear? ever since I tried cargo pants for my milo thatch cosplay earlier this year, I've been wearing almost only that, with a teeshirt or a tank top. I also got my first pair of combat boots and I'm obsessed with them even though I still haven't managed breaking them in. but also I love jeans and a good shirt paired with a waistcoat! and when it's not hot I almost always wear an old man's cap

How tall are you? 5'7 (173cm)

What's your star sign? Do you share a birthday with a celebrity or a historical event? scorpio. I share my birthday (not the year though) with the fall of the berlin wall. but also with lillium from countdown to countdown which is a webcomic that you all should read :3

Do you go by your name or a nickname? yes

Did you grow up to become what you wanted to be when you were a child? i didn't know who i wanted to be as a child and i still don't. but i do believe teen me would think I look cool at least!

Are you in a relationship? If not, who is your crush if you have one? eternally single, and I haven't had a crush in years #greyarostruggles

What's something you're good at vs. something you're bad at? I'm good enough at writing (it's the only thing I've got going for me alongside cooking hahaha), and I'm very bad at keeping in touch with friends, especially if we don't share an obsession over the same special interest to start conversation about. which sucks because interests aligning like this doesn't happen often :') i hate how my brain works

Dogs or cats? love dogs but i'll always be a cat person :3

If you draw/write, or create in any way, what's your favorite picture/favorite line/favorite etc. from something you created this year? this year and one favorite line? mmh maybe this one: “I'm a priest, remember? I’ll show you all the other ways I can worship you.” also I'm really proud of my ace vash pride art!

What's something you'd like to create content for? baldur's gate 3! I'd like to write a fic with my tav and astarion, but ah, I'm not sure I'll manage with all the trigun stuff I already have in the works.

What's something you're currently obsessed with? [glances at current state of my blog, then at my reflection in the mirror: tristamp vash hair, vash glasses, vash teeshirt, vash's gay earring, vash tattoo] do i really have to answer this one

What's something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year? nah it's fine so far in terms of things I was excited about

What's a hidden talent of yours? i can blink and whoop i've impulsively spent money I shouldn't have spent again!

Are you religious? nope

What's something you wish to have at this moment? a hug and a miracle cure for my stupidly resilient acid reflux issues

I tag @curiosity-killed, @piyo-13, @wrathyforest, @graphitedemon, but no obligations of course~

[translucent-at-best]

Scatter-brained...

I can't find the post about the greatest movie deaths to reblog it, but I just want y'all to know that topping my list is Queenie the dog's death in Crooklyn. Also included is Sonny from The Godfather and Samuel L. Jackson's character in Deep Blue Sea.

Life been life-ing like a motherfucker lately. And while some of it is just happening to me through no fault of my own, there is some of it that's also just me dealing with the consequences of my actions. I'm trying to focus on the things I can control, but it's easier said than done.

Death been death-ing like crazy too. From family to friends to friends who are family... This shit don't make no sense.

I'm 33 now. I haven't had a birthday party since I was 9, but I'm planning a birthday brunch for myself next weekend and I'm excited for it. And grateful that I have people to invite and who I know will show up for me. I'm really out here with chosen family. I came out here knowing no one. I might sound like a broken record at this point, but I'll never stop thanking God for that.

Had to kick my roommate's boyfriend out of the apartment a few weeks ago. I'm still shaken up over it. She told me he's not welcome back until I say he is and I told her I don't know if I'll ever be comfortable with that again (read: I absolutely won't be). She says she understands and that that's a consequence he'll just have to live with... but I'm very aware that although she's saying that now, she may not be so understanding on a May 15th or a July 20th or... you get it. I hope I'm wrong, but if she's shown me anything thus far, it's that I can't always believe what she says.

This same boyfriend showed up unannounced at my place last Sunday night to "apologize." We talked through the call box and that was only long enough for me to say (and repeat several times) that I'm not in a place to accept an apology right now. He kept trying to convince me to talk, asking for "a minute of your time" and saying that he's really a good guy.

First off, anyone who calls themselves a "good" person, I'm wary of. I feel like that's the type of thing other people should tell me about you or that I should clearly be able to see for myself through your actions. Secondly, your solution to getting kicked out of some place is to show up to that place unannounced and try to force the person who wanted you out to accept your apology on your time and terms? Fuck all the way out of here. Thirdly, the lack of self awareness it takes to say you understand why what you did (not listening to us when we told you to leave) was wrong, but then to refuse to listen and leave AGAIN as you try to apologize is mind-boggling. Every time I think about it, I end up even more pissed.

I've been closing all my fitness circles nearly every day this month and I'm really proud of me for that. I even went and worked out on my birthday. Who is she?

The economy is a mess, the current job market is big trash, and the non-profit org I work for has fallen on hard times and informed us that there will be layoffs at the end of this school year. I'm applying and have been applying, but finding the energy to keep doing so is draining in a way I don't think I've experienced before.

And, on top of all that, my sleep schedule has been terrible. I thought it was just a side effect of my period this month, but that thing been gone for a minute and I'm still struggling.

April 13th (the day I promised myself I'd get back on a dating app) came and went. I downloaded an app. I created a profile. I consulted friends about which pictures to post and choose... but them fucking prompts? I know I'm supposed to show off my personality, sell myself, etc. I just ain't got the energy right now...

[jamesunderwater]

Hi Charles! For "here’s weirder asks"

I discovered your writing when you wrote "Effort" – a *delicious* Jily smut scene 🤌🏼 I'm going to be greedy so I can quickly get to know you xx

21. something you've kept from your childhood?

26. a scenario that you've replayed multiple times?

29. how do you like your shower water?

46. favourite holiday film?

47. what was the last message you sent?

:D Hi Athena!! omg thank you so much, I was actually a bit embarrassed to post it because it was SO smutty, so I'm thrilled to know someone else enjoyed it haha. And I love getting asks so feel free to be greedy!

21. something you've kept from your childhood?

This is so on brand lol, but for my 13th birthday my mom sent this whole birthday basket to my school, and in it was a grey and black stuffed dog. I immediately named him Padfoot, and he is currently right beside me (': hopefully always will be.

26. a scenario that you've replayed multiple times?

Oooh this one is personal. Hmm... uhhh well I was on a call with two of my best friends (who are married) and my ex (who was my best friend and we are trying to be close again; also he lives with the other two best friends) and bestie #1 let slip a thing that made it sound like my ex had a whole relationship after ours that already came and went?? that i didn't know about?? and bestie #2 was all "does charlie know about that?!" and my ex was all "*facepalm*" and i was all "*be cool be cool be cool*" so that scenario has been replaying over and over the past few days because.......feelings but it's fine i'm writing a sad wolfstar fic about it (:

29. how do you like your shower water?

I love questions like this, I want to know little shit like this about everyone. Usually just passed warm, if that makes sense. Not hot but almost.

46. favourite holiday film?

The Holiday! (': it has its sore spots and the thing between Jude Law and Cameron Diaz gets more ridiculous every time but I love it. Or Santa Claus is Coming to Town if we're going more traditional.

47. what was the last message you sent?

"three weeks!!! that's incredible! europe sounds like the right play, yeah" (one of my besties got family medical leave and made the joke that he should just run off to europe)

[emma-is-swaggy-and-epic]

Y'know what, since i've fleshed out my new OCs a bit more i think it's time to explain them more in-detail! Starting with my danganronpa OC: yuriko togami (so needless to say: SPOILERS FOR DANGANRONPA AHEAD!!!)

I have complete character sheets of her as well as my other OCs on arts and OCs amino (my username on there is VixinTrix)

Oh, and also i feel i need to prefice this by saying that the only danganronpa game i've played so far is trigger happy havoc. I've watched a youtube video a long time ago explaining ALL of the lore but i've tried to forget most of it so that it doesn't ruin my experience playing through the games so i may get some stuff about the game's lore wrong with this character, like i'm not sure if byakuya actually DID rebuild the togami corporation or if people just SAY that he did as a joke considering i only ever see people mention it in the comment sections of meme videos....but i mean...either way i guess it doesn't matter considering yuriko's mother CANONICALLY DIED BEFORE SHE COULD EVEN BE CONCIEVED so she's already not following established lore in that regard...

Yuriko (yuri for short) comes from a danganronpa AU where celestia ludenberg never died (how and why that is the case is up for your interpretation) and she eventually got married to byakuya, resulting in them having a daughter....that daughter, of course, being yuri!

Yuri was born as the heiress of the togami corporation, she lived a sheltered life so she never really had any friends aside from a borzoi puppy she got for her 13th birthday. Growing up all people could really see her as when they met her was just the daughter of celeste and byakuya so she felt the need to prove to the world that she was more than that so she took up chess and constantly practiced every chance she could, which eventually earned her the alias of the ultimate chess master

Personality-wise, yuriko comes off as very cold and harsh much like her parents though it's less "i'm so much better than you and i don't think you deserve my respect" but more "i genuinely do not care about anything that's going on and i just want to be left alone" which means she doesn't really emote much, but when she does she looks absolutely unhinged (think omori's battle portraits in omori)

Despite this however, yuri is very gentle and is quick to crack a joke when she needs to...though it's kind of hard to tell considering she always talks in a very monotone voice (my voice claim for her is simGM's portrayal of kourtney kardashian) plus she LOVES dogs more than anything and will sob uncontrollably if she sees a puppy

Due to the stress of being the heiress of the togami corporation and nobody seeming to care about her aside from who her parents are, she took up smoking weed sometime later in life and she became almost dependant on the substance (and yes, while i know smoking is a VERY SERIOUS thing, i feel like i need to mention that i got the idea of making her a stoner because before i actually drew her design, i liked making jokes about her recreating the "420 gucci gang, my mom took my vape" meme and stuff like that and it kinda just stuck)

Also like, a few days after i made her i realized i accidentally just reinvented my little nightmares OC myrtle soooo.....

Though in my defense, myrtle and yuriko MAY look similar and have similar character motivations but I ASSURE YOU THEY'RE TOTALLY DIFFERENT!!! See, myrtle is a pretentious emo brat who takes things way too seriously and her whole story is her trying to fix the universe after she created a dimensional merge with her reality bending powers. YURIKO is a dog-loving stoner who plays chess and simply doesn't give a shit about anything

Also if you think about it, yuriko is pretty much just shaggy from scooby doo....they're both stoners with pet dogs who come from rich families....not only that but considering yuri is a DANGANRONPA OC, that also means she probably solves mysteries....god fucking dammit...

[etoilerrante]

munday - toa anniversary edition!

repost, don't reblog. tagging the rest of toa <3 ty neffi for the template!

Name: Red!

Pronouns: She/Her

Birthday (no year): October 13th

Where are you from? What is your time zone? I’m from the Midwest of the US, but I’m moving to New York in- less than a week! 

Roleplay experience: God... overall maybe 8 years? I’ve been playing D+D for about the same time :) 

Got any pets? Parents have 5 Adam Driver cats (which I post frequently) and two dogs. I’d like to have my own betta fish again after I’m settled in. 

Favorite time of year: Fall! I'm a halloween girl.

Some interests and things you like: D+D, Vocaloid, birdwatching

Some funfacts & trivia about you: I’ve been singing almost my entire life. I picked it up after my parents tried to get me to play piano but my hands would not cooperate. Also, I read tarot cards. 

What non-Fire Emblem games do you play? Pikmin, Project Diva/Sekai, Honkai Star Rail, Taiko no Tatsujin

Favorite Pokemon type & Pokemon: Flying type and Umbreon. 

How did you get into Fire Emblem? My friend was playing 3 Houses and told me he loved it. I had gotten some money for Easter and decided to use it on 3h. I didn’t really get into Fire Emblem until I pulled Reyson in FEH and instantly fell in love with his design. 

What Fire Emblem games have you played? I’ve only ever finished Engage and it’s my biggest shame. 

First Fire Emblem game: 3 Houses

Favorite Fire Emblem game: Tellius 

Any Fire Emblem crushes? 😳 you know this already

If you’ve played the following games, who was your first S support? Who would you S support nowadays?- Awakening: I have plans to S-support Stahl because he took a crit for my Robin. Fairytale romance imo- Three Houses: Claude - Engage: Kagetsu!!! Silly guy... 

Favorite Fire Emblem class: Dancer

If you were a Fire Emblem character, what would be your class? Dancer again

If you were a Three Houses character, what would be your affiliation? Golden Deer 

If you were an Engage character, which Emblem would you Engage with? SIGURD!!!!! :DDD 

How did you find TOA? I wanted to RP Reyson, so I went looking for somewhere with openings. 

Current TOA muses: Just Phina for now. 

Who was your first TOA muse? If you don’t have them anymore, could you see yourself picking them up again? Reyson. I would like to drabble with him again, but I feel his muse is pretty dead and it makes me happy to see other people writing him with such care. 

Have you had any other TOA muses? Yeah... I’ve had an embarrassing amount of muses here. Reyson, Janaff, Plumeria, Sanaki, Midir, Kagetsu. Most of their blogs are still up and their URLs are on my about page on Phina’s blog. 

Do you think you have a type of character you gravitate towards? People in love and The Horrors. Recently I’ve really wanted to write about the horrors. 

What do you believe you enjoy writing the most? It changes all the time! I find my favorite writing happens when I'm in sync with where the muse is at, for better or worse.

Favorite TOA-related memory: I'll never forget the friendship between Barely's Ophelia and my Janaff.

How do you pronounce TOA? 🤔tee-oh-ay. Like the letters. But I do call everyone the Toasters. Got any delusions that didn’t see the light of day that you’d like to share? 😉 I thought about writing Nephenee for a while? Weird. I also have an Embla blog lying around...

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I should be used to waking up early, but today is hard because the bulb in my lamp died. So I found a blue bulb, and it's just too dark to see anything I'm doing until the sunrises and I can open the curtains. So I'm going to ramble.

Yesterday I did my cardio in the late afternoon and it was so much easier than first thing in the morning. So I might wait till later to do it today too.

I noticed loki has been sleeping on a folded blanket I left on the floor for him at night. He destroyed his dog bed as a small puppy, and it's finally feeling time to replace it. He's much less destructive than when we first brought him home. Now he just kills his soft toys and tries to eat everyone's dirty socks.

My birthday is in 4 days and I'm really excited. I had wanted to go to the park and have a little picnic but it's going to be cold this weekend so my new plan is to rent the barbie movie and buy a bunch of snacks and candy from target.

I want to ask my dad if he will stay home with the kids Saturday night so I could go out with Chris to the hookah lounge or something. But he's probably already planning on going to bar like he always does, so he probably won't, but maybe if I ask in advance, he might if I'm lucky. I never ask him for shit. Plus, the kids are well-behaved and will even go to bed when it's time without fuss. It's been nice seeing things get easier with the kids as they have gotten older. Still so little, but not babies that need my help anymore, and it's weird that Ellie's about to turn 12.

Chris and my 13th anniversary is a week before Ellie's birthday, and we wanted to take a trip but decided it probably won't happen due to finances. So I started joking about buying an inflatable hottub because it cost less than 2 nights for a vrbo or airbnb and we really just wanted to go to use a hottub and have some alone time to focus on each other. Now I'm plotting on saving money for a hottub for my back porch. Chris could benefit from it, too, as his disease causes loss of blood flow, which leads to bone death and is incredibly painful, so the heat helps circulation and could save him some time before another hip replacement. I hate not being able to make him feel better and just watching helplessly as he has suffered almost daily for the past 3 years. I wish I could take it all away for him.. so anyway, there's a point to the hottub, not just an impulsive heafty purchase.

So other than dreaming of buying a hottub, I've been plotting out what we could do at home to have a special day/night. My mom always takes the kids for a few nights during her winter break, which is when our anniversary falls, so that always works out well in terms of childcare for the night. I want to cook a nice meal together and make some chocolate dipped strawberries. I need to buy some candles and a new dress that I think I have picked out already. I found some fun looking "couples games" online. I might get us one just for something different and a little exciting to do. I also want to either make or buy some arnica massage oil. And other than those things, I have no idea what to do, but I guess that's enough.

I can't stop thinking too far into the future I need to fucking chill and just focus on this week.

[can-of-pringles]

For your OCs that don't have pets, what pets would they want to adopt (in theory even if they can't in practice). For your OCs that do have pets, what are they and why did they choose to adopt that particular animal?

OCs that don't have pets:

Fox: She chooses not to have a pet due to her job and constantly having to be away from home. As well as how dangerous her job is. It wouldn't be fair to the animal. But if she could have a pet, she'd have a dog. Probably a big dog, like a lab.

Arline Lanes: It's more like she doesn't have a pet yet. Honestly, it's only a matter of time lol. She loves animals and isn't picky on what type. She does have to have Viktor's permission though. She'd probably end up with a dog or cat type of creature. (It's Arcane so it isn't really rooted in reality obviously) although I can actually imagine them having a Great Pyrenees type of dog when they live more out in the country.

Carina Shepherd: Doesn't have pets due to related trauma from the lab. But she'd probably have a cat.

Arith: Not sure if it counts but Arith did have a horse named Frost. He currently doesn't have a pet because of the emotional toll it would take on him. Ironically he seems like a cat guy.

Iriel: Again, she does have her horse, Rose, for a long time, but I just don't know if that counts. She doesn't have any other animals but she does often foster cats and dogs.

Kaia: Aziraphale and Crowley don't seem like the pet type so she didn't grow up having pets. She probably would have a cat though.

Odel: Doesn't have any pets. Probably would get one after marrying Kaia. I could see her liking Guinea Pigs.

Eliška Hasek: I feel like it would be odd for her to have a pet... if she had one though it would probably be something like a fish?

Lee Quinn: Her adoptive mother didn't let her have any pets growing up, although now since she's in the dreaming there's not much stopping her from having a dream pet. Honestly, she'd probably come up with some sort of cute dog-shark hybrid thing.

OCs that do have pets:

Dannie Karim: Okay this is a bit of a cheat since service dogs aren't technically pets. But obviously, when Missy is off duty she gets to act like a regular dog. Missy is a red poodle and a Diabetic Alert dog.

Willow Tree: Willow does have all those horses, though I don't know if it counts. Either way, they also have a little terrier type of dog. As for why? Idk I feel like it's a stable for equestrian barns to have dogs around lol.

Silas Petersson: He has a Swedish Elkhound named Blizzard. He kind of always grew up with dogs and so once he had moved out and stuff he was missing that. He ended up adopting Blizzard at a shelter I think...

Marigold Rosales: I've talked before about how she looked after a stray cat as a kid for a bit and how that turned out. But anyway I feel like she's in a grey area because even though Mr. Quackers is Rosie's pet duck, he's treated more like a family pet.

Rosie Rosales-Maximoff: Speaking of... Rosie had to get a pet duck, it was destiny /j she gets Mr. Quackers for her 13th birthday I think.

Allison Dahir: She has a Guinea Pig named Piglet. If my memory is right she used to have a budgie growing up. After that, she wanted to try another type of pet, one still small though. That's how she ended up getting a Guinea Pig.

[freakwiththeknifecollection]

Hi hi hiii how’s your December going? 💚💚

Hi!!! Sorry this is so late. I wish I could say it was just because December was busy, but to he honest, December was really really rough. On the 13th, we very suddenly had to put down our family's first dog, Shado. She was 8. It hit me like a freight train and it was really tough. Her absence is still very felt, I caught myself saying her name instead of our other dog's name at dinner time tonight.

Not to say December was all bad. Christmas was pretty good, though not easy. And New Years Eve was a lot of fun, my family hosted a roaring 20's themed party and everyone dressed up.

But January is treating me much kinder. It's truly been a new year of new beginnings. I've wanted one for a few years now and we were talking about it happening in 2024 sometime, Shado's sudden passing definitely made it more urgent for me haha, but I'm getting a puppy!! Another Golden Retriever. She's coming home February 2nd (exactly a week before my birthday!), and I'm going to name her Joy 💖 I already have a collar for her and I've made 2 tags for her (I make resin pet tags). So that's very exciting! I've also rearranged my bedroom layout and I'm expecting my 2 new pairs of glasses to be ready this week! (I've needed new glasses for like... 4 years lol) So I'm very excited and hopeful for the future. God is good. I have big plans for this puppy as my future service dog as well as plans to start my own resin tag shop later this year 😊

How bout you??? How was your December? How's January treating you so far? 💖

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hiiiii im having my 18th birthdaysoon! 20th of next month! im a little unnerved tbh. but anyways i was wondering if u had any like. anything with that kind of theme. it doesnt have to be literal or even a direct metaphor just. whatever movies you can think of that deal with sort of like. the last step of coming of age. adulthood. aging. anything that remotely parallels that. preferably w no SA. if you got nothing for that maybe a few horror movies that you really like that i can watch on my Special Day im really feeling like just binging horror movies all day recently. youre like the horror movie expert that i follow lol so id be happy to check out your suggestions

omg exciting…..turning 18 felt weird yes but i hope its a good birthday and a good age for you!! i’ll try to think of some good horror recs for the occasion lets see!

- raw 2016, one of my very favorite horror movies and definitely one of my favorite coming of age horror films! its a cannibalism flick with a great score and themes on sisterhood and family and fate and becoming the adult you are, whether you want to or not. kind of intense and gross but its really good. oh its also french sorry but its worth it

- pyewacket 2017, about a girl with a tense relationship with her mother who dabbles with some occult stuff that she shouldnt and has to try to handle whether she really woke something up with it, or if its in her head. a lot about growing up + mother child relationships, i think this is an underrated gem

- we’re all going to the worlds fair 2021, its a bit younger than 18 but its a gorgeous and strange reflection on coming of age that i think will resonate a lot especially for people who grew up online and/or are queer/trans. it’s a very odd and stylistic piece so its a bit hit or miss for people but i like it a lot. the MC is younger than you but i think its a really striking story! its kind of moody and left me a little sad (its not a tragedy tho) so maybe not a happy birthday film

- carrie 1976, obviously this is a classic coming of age film if you havent seen it i cant recommend it enough! its just really good. score is great, acting is great, visually its stunning and colorful and awesome. a classic for a reason

- excision 2012, this one is again very weird and also heavy on psychosexual themes but theres not any assault that i remember. does the dog die says there may be one kiss that is unwanted but it doesnt stand out in my mind fwiw. this is a visually bizarre movie about trying to be who you want to be, who you think you ought to be, and who your family wants you to be. very much coming of age, very very weird

- hatching 2022, again this one is about a character younger than 18 but i think the practical effects work is stunning and the themes about growing up, family, expectations, and loneliness are applicable even though the mc is young. its really gross visually and i love that!

wow these have all been girls uh theres a lot of weirdgirl horror about coming of age i guess. those are also all pretty serious, emotionally heavy films too so lemme think of some more that are a little different

- the lost boys 1987, this is a lot lighter than some of the others! its a very fun california coast set vampire coming of age movie, very 80s, very homoerotic

- the final girls 2015, its a meta horror comedy about getting sucked into a friday the 13th esque slasher film starting the protags recently deceased mom. again, lots of mother child relationship work, surprisingly touching story about growing up and grief and handling that

i’ll also rapidfire toss some out that are related to birthdays, if thats more your speed on this: child’s play 1988 (andy barclay gets chucky for his 6th birthday, kind of self explanatory i assume you know who chucky is), happy death day 2017 (a girl gets stuck reliving her birthday over and over and dying each time, she has to figure out who’s killing her and handle some nice coming of age/family themes, its a horror comedy), bloody birthday 1981 (very very cusp of 70s 80s horror about three evil kids with the same birthday who are evil due to the planet’s alignment at the time, they like to kill people, it is what it is. no sexual assault iirc but they do peep on a girl changing), madhouse 1981 (a woman is chased down by her insane twin in the days leading up to their birthday, this one is kind of mid but the ending is pretty strong and iconic to me)….that might be it off the top of my head :-)

hopefully some of those sound fun to you!! if not come back and i can rec some more, theres heaps of coming of age horror out there these are just some that came to mind