#little curly mutt

[princesssarisa]

My pets aren't with me anymore, but I'll share as many of the silly names I used to call them as I remember.

hang on I’m trying to see something

don’t tell me the name of your pet, just tell me in the tags the name you call them that’s got nothing to do with their actual name

[darknight3904]

You're a Liar

𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴋᴇʟᴇᴛᴏɴꜱ ɪɴ ᴄᴏʀɪᴏʟᴀɴᴜꜱ' ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇᴛ.

ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ / ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ / ᴍʏ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: ᴄᴏʀɪᴏʟᴀɴᴜꜱ ꜱɴᴏᴡ (ʜᴇ ɪꜱ ʙᴀᴅ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ)

ꜱᴏʀʀʏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ꜱᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ. ɪ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍʏ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇɢᴇ ꜰɪɴᴀʟꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴏᴛᴅ ꜱᴏ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴅᴀᴇᴍᴏɴ/ᴀᴇᴍᴏɴᴅ ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ ʙʀᴀɪɴ ʀᴏᴛ.

Mornings might just be your favorite time of day. The way the sun just barely peaked through the curtains and shimmered its way across the bedspread made your shared room with Coriolanus look simply divine.

Mornings might just be your favorite time of day. The delicious scent of bacon and freshly cooked pancakes wafted through the mansion and under your closed door. The promise of fresh orange juice and perfectly hot coffee was enough to rouse anyone from their slumber.

Mornings might just be your favorite time of day. Coriolanus is still asleep beside you. Curly hair is splayed on the pillow, free from whatever styling gel he put in it. His face is relaxed and peaceful as you run your fingertips across his forehead and down the bridge of his nose. The stress of being president is gone from his face when he sleeps and that's how you know, mornings are your favorite time of day.

"I can feel you staring at me."

His voice was still muddled with sleep, deep and scratchy as he batted at your hands trying to keep them off his gorgeous face.

"I'm appreciating the art in front of me," You smile as he finally opens his eyes.

"Your hands on my face are making my nose itch." He says grabbing your right hand and gently squeezing it as he sits up beside you.

You hum a tune of acknowledgment and take in his appearance. Coriolanus' pale skin was a wonderful sight to behold as the blanket slipped and fell into his lap.

"You're staring again." He says playing with your fingers

"An incredibly attractive man seems to be missing his shirt, can you blame me for staring?" You state a playful smile pulling on your lips.

Coriolanus lets out a snort and gets out of bed with a grunt. Long red scratches adorn his back as you watch your fiancee walk across the room towards the bathroom, ready to scrub last night's activities off himself.

Yes, mornings were your favorite time of day. You had warm sunshine, delicious food, and Coriolanus by your side.

But, most of all, mornings were your favorite because you weren't alone.

Coriolanus never truly wanted to leave the bedroom he shared with you. Even now as you groaned and begged him to just lounge around the mansion with you, he wished he could go back to when he felt your soft fingertips brushing the bridge of his nose. He had woken up beside you, cleaned himself, and eaten a wonderful breakfast, now the next step was simple. The next step was attending to his duties as the President of Panem and leaving you to your day in the south wing of the mansion. Despite the tempting idea of staying with you, he knew you'd be eagerly awaiting him, tonight at the dinner table, ready to listen about his day. It was the perfect daily routine and Coriolanus never wanted it to change.

He could feel the press of your lips on his lingering hours later as the newest Head Gamemaker listed detailed plans for the games that were two months away. Dr. Gaul's death had been a blow to the way the Hunger Games functioned as a whole. Now, Coriolanus wasn't sure if the new man chosen for the job was truly the correct choice, he didn't have any of the ruthlessness Gaul had. Sure, he could've stepped in but how would he run the country and dream up deadly traps and mutts for tributes. Sure, he probably could've but that meant so many hours of overtime and leaving you to sleep alone in those overly soft sheets you had hand-picked for your shared bed. This new game maker would just have to do, he didn't want to imagine your sad little face if he didn't sit down for dinner with you each night.

The hours after Coriolanus left you at the breakfast table were terribly boring. There wasn't anything for you to do anymore.Sure, you could've gone shopping or gone to a local park but you hated doing all those things alone. Coriolanus had convinced you that running your Father's weapons company would be overwhelming for you and managed it in your name. As far as you knew it was doing well and was providing many jobs for people in the districts. Everything else in the mansion was tended to by an army of maids and butlers, who were ready at the snap of a finger. So, here you sat in your sunroom that Coriolanus had built as a special place just for you.

You had taken up painting nearly a year ago but your long days of solitude had caused you to quickly run out of inspiration. Now, the paints and easel sat, awaiting your touch but your creativity was gone. You missed Coriolanus and he wouldn't return for another hour. Surely dinner was nearly ready and you wished you were sitting with him, listening to whatever he had spent his day doing. Perhaps you should start a new book before he returns. That'd give you something to tell him about when he did come back.

Maybe the extensive in-home library here would have a book about a lonely woman, wishing for her lover. Maybe there'd be a book all about her and how she spent her days without him and how to pass the time. Maybe, there'd be a book all about her mornings with him and how she never wished for them to come to an end.

It was during these long days that you felt like the loneliest woman in all of Panem. Moments like this made it feel like you were a delicate china doll, only removed from her case to be admired for a few spare moments before being placed back on her shelf.

Two Years Later

Watching. It was something you had gotten good at over the past few months, especially since Coriolanus stopped allowing you to leave the grounds of the mansion. You watched as the boy you grew up with and danced at countless galas faded from view. You tried to welcome the man who sat across from you eating his dinner but it was had more and more difficult as the weeks bled into months and months turned to years. Coriolanus even seldom kissed you now. It hurt even though you knew it was for your own safety. He had admitted it one night in the darkness of your room as he lay beside you. Poison had created sensitive sores in his mouth. You wished he'd stop using it, surely there had to be other ways to do away with enemies.

You felt as though you were withering away, your days were so tedious and you often found yourself eagerly waiting at the dinner table for Coriolanus. Your long days were spent in isolation and you rarely spoke to the staff of the mansion. That didn't stop you from racing to the dining room when the sounds of Coriolanus' return sounded through the halls. Some days it felt like you were a child waiting to tell their parent about their day.

Tonight, it was like your words were falling on deaf ears as Coriolanus was paging through a book while nibbling at the food that had been placed in front of the two of you. Your engagement ring was a dazzling silver as you played with your fingers, wishing he'd look up from whatever knowledge that book might've held.

"Coryo..." You began

"Yes?"

His tone wasn't what you had hoped for. He was annoyed that you were interrupting whatever was on the page in front of him so you didn't elaborate on what you had wanted to say.

Watching. It was something you had gotten good at since there wasn't anything else for you to do.

It was raining the day you found them. You had spent most of the day lounging around and working with the wedding planner Coriolanus had hired so you wouldn't have to do all of the work yourself.

It was nestled in an old shoe box, covered in dust, perfectly hidden behind Coriolanus' clothes on his side of the closet. At first, you had thought it might have been more of Sejanus' things that Coriolanus never gave back to Strabo. Instead what you were met with was worse than a dead boy's things. There, wrapped up in a silky orange scarf sat a single golden earring and an envelope. You swore you could smell lingering perfume on the scarf as you opened the envelope.

It felt like your hands were burning when you finally looked at them. Surely they weren't real. Right?

Two pictures sat in your hands. One of Lucy Gray Baird on some unknown stage, a black guitar in hand. Her pretty dark curls were pulled back and behind her a small group of blurry faces were muddled together, unrecognizable due to the poor lighting. You felt a lump of anxiety and anger swell in your throat when you moved on to the next picture. It was taken as if the subjects of the photo had no knowledge of the camera. Lucy Gray sits on a dilapidated-looking couch with your Coriolanus beside her. Her face was partially obscured as she pressed her lips to his cheek and Coriolanus was smiling, his one arm wrapped securely around her waist.

How long had it been since he smiled like that at you? Perhaps it was even before the reaping that had brought her to the Capitol. When was the last time you saw a truly genuine smile from the boy you grew up with? You wondered how you had missed the way his boyish smiles had transformed into those cruel smirks he donned when things went his way.

Jealousy and sadness burned in your stomach as your mind raced. How long had it been since these photos were taken? It had been nearly 7 years since her games. Coriolanus' head was clearly buzzed in the photo with Lucy which meant it was after he was forced by Highbottom to leave the Capitol. How many times after his return to you had he assured you that nothing had happened between them? How many times had you believed him and his sweet words and actions? How many times had he lied and betrayed you all for another girl who mysteriously disappeared?

Betrayal is what you felt as you pocketed the pictures and slid the box back into its spot behind his fancy coats. Tears were pricking at your eyes as you dressed for dinner, Coriolanus would be back soon and you would confront him about the pictures once he was seated across from you at that dinner table you had sat at hundreds of times.

Dinner is silent as you pick at the cut of steak that was placed on your plate. Coriolanus is talking about how he's on the hunt for another head game maker and how annoying it is but you just can't help but not care. The table that separates you from him makes it feel like a huge ravine has grown between the two of you as you tune him out.

15 years is how long you've known Coriolanus Snow. In those 15 years, you had never dreamed of doing what you were about to do as you removed the pictures from where they sat hidden under your pretty skirt, a floral pattern Coriolanus had picked for your 27th birthday a few months ago. Your heart ached as you slid them across the table to him.

"I found these today. In our closet. Wrapped in your mother's scarf with a gold earring."

You finally have all of Coriolanus' attention as he swallows his food and stops his complaining.

"I thought you said it wasn't romantic. You promised me it wasn't."

Coriolanus glances down at the pictures and reaches out to brush his finger across the one with him and Lucy Gray on that couch.

"You promised, Coryo."

Your voice was breaking. Damn it, don't cry!

"I know I did."

He finally speaks. You wondered what was going through that ridiculously complex mind as he fumbled for his words.

"Then why did you lie? I would've listened if you had just told the truth to begin with." You honestly say.

It's true, you would've heard him out. Maybe you wouldn't have taken him back but you would have at least listened.

"I wasn't thinking straight, okay," He says " I should've told you. I should've gotten rid of that stuff years ago. I don't know why I didn't."

"Yes, you do." You sigh "You love her Coryo. Even now, you're looking for Lucy Gray. That's why you keep me here, you're scared I'll run off like her."

"No, no that's not it. I just...want you to myself." He reasoned

"If that were true you'd let me leave."

"Why do you need to? Everything anyone could ever wish for is right here in this home." He points out, you don't miss the way his fist is clenching, his nails digging into his skin.

"I haven't left the mansion in two years!" You cry, blinking back tears "I feel like some prize you've won and caged up! You don't even let me attend galas anymore."

"You hated those galas. All the nosey reporters and their questions were something you hated. Do you want me to apologize for doing you a favor? I won't. I've done nothing but make your life easier." Coriolanus says

"Yes, you have made my life easier, you've eliminated all challenges I might come across by keeping me here, like a doll." You agree, tone dripping with sarcasm

"Look, if you want you can go to the next gala with me. It's in a week I'll get a designer here tomorrow morning to make you a nice dress." Coriolanus sighed, clearly tired "I don't want to argue with you about petty things"

"Good, then we can argue about these photos." You say, ready to finally hear what he had to say.

"I don't love her. Maybe I did at some point but none of that matters now, I came back to you didn't I?"

Maybe I did at some point.

Hot tears fell from your eyes as you looked down at your feet. How could you be so stupid? Why didn't you see it sooner?

The sound of Coriolanus getting up and walking towards you had you wiping at your face and unattractively sniffing as you tried to fix your runny nose. You didn't want him taking your tears as a sign of weakness. He couched down beside you and pulled your chair out so you were facing him.

"Stop crying." He commands placing his hands on your thighs.

Another fresh set of tears falls from your eyes and Coriolanus brushes them away.

"You're a liar." You say, your voice barely a whisper

"I'm not...I want to be here, with you. I'll let you go back out on your little shopping trips and attend galas, shitty reporters and all."

It's tempting, to agree and let everything perfectly mend itself. But as you glance at the pictures that fell off the table and Lucy Gray's face stares back at you, you feel your heart sink to your feet again.

"You're a liar." You say, this time your voice comes out strong as you push his warm hands from your face

Coriolanus gives you a hard stare but lets you pull away from him.

"You can't even apologize for seeing her." You point out

Coriolanus looks guilty as he disgests your words.

"What happened between the two of you?" You asked

"She ran off, I think. I also had some personal issues after Sejanus was killed. She offered for me to go with her, I almost did." He says

You let out a soft hum of acknowledgment as Coriolanus remains in front of you, on his knees, fiddling with the end of your skirt.

"I don't think I ever really loved her. I think it might've just been the idea of possessing her that I liked." He admits, eyes on the floor

"And how is that different than us now?" You ask

Coriolanus' eyes snap up to yours when the question leaves your lips.

"It's different because...we're us...We grew up together, darling. You ate Tigris' cabbage soup and gave me lunch when I didn't have money for my own."

You swallow the lump in your throat and stand up. Coriolanus immediately rises, not interested in being so much shorter than you. You know what has to come next but you're not sure if you're strong enough to do it. Your actions will close the chapter of a book 15 years in the making.

"Coryo...I think I want to go home." You say looking up at him, fresh tears pool in your eyes.

"You are home. You're with me." He says reaching out and taking your hand in his

"No, I mean...to my family's home. I want my mom, I miss her." You admit, pulling your hand out of his.

Coriolanus' face is confused as you look down at the gorgeous ring he gave you at his proposal. It looked so perfect on your hand when you woke up just this morning but now it felt like a death sentence as you sighed.

"I think you should have this back too..." You say as you slip it off and hold it out to him, "I'm sorry about things ending like this, but if you can't even apologize, I don't think I can stay."

Coriolanus' confusion quickly morphs into anger as he looks at the ring in your hand.

"Put it back on. I'm not letting you walk away." He says, upset

"Coryo, don't make this difficult." You say taking the ring and placing it into the pocket that sits just above his heart in his button-up shirt.

You begin to walk towards the looming archway that marks the entrance to the dining room but you're blocked by an angry Coriolanus Snow, tears in his eyes, fists clenched, and his mouth set in a cold line.

"You're not leaving. I won't let you."

Part Four

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[tacticalanklenuzzler3000]

Ellis Twilight x Reader x Jude Jazza

MDNI 18+ ONLY

hehehaahaha ahahahehehehehmhmhmhmhmtngmngfmfn

happy birthday Ellis my beloved. pretend like I posted this on the 4th.

I fooled all of u into following my side blog so you can watch me write smut about anime guys instead of big military men rhahagahahahgaa

cw: mfm threesome, reader has a vagaina and breasts but no size description, reader is gender neutral, my boyfriends are kissing each other! we are bisexual! HAPPY PRIIIIIDEEEEEE, lewd? fingering, overstimulation, kissing, uhhh slight pet play?? words like cunt are used, praise kink go crazy go stupid, degradation kink go silly, self indulgent look away from me

do they hate each other? a little bit yes, but they can turn that part of their brain off to bond over the love of your body. you are the bridge for their emotional gap and what an honor this is for you.

thankfully they don't bicker back and forth much, considering Ellis is so passive. he will accommodate the both of you, even if Jude is snapping at him.

tho all of his mean snaps and sharp words die on the soft curves of your body (sort of.) it at least gets him to shut up long enough to kiss your skin.

even so, you were a bit hazy on how you ended up with the 2 of them in your bed. your back to Jude's abdomen and Ellis on his knees between your splayed legs. their fingers were cold against your skin, goosebumps following right behind their fingertips.

"you aren't kissing me right.." Ellis whines in that whispery tone. he moves to pepper kisses along your cheeks. "want it like this.." his voice almost as soft as a whisper.

you whine at the loss of his lips, watching him sit back up on his knees. in one easy motion, Ellis moved his lips from your cheeks to Jude's lips.

even caught deep in a kiss, Jude looked irritable. you figured that was just his permanent expression.

2 pairs of hands pet and groped at your pliant body. when you closed your eyes, savoring their touch, you could tell who was who if you thought hard enough. however, thinking was last on your list of things to do right now.

Ellis used his fingertips mostly, drawing shapes on your thighs or trailing them from your throat down your sternum. he'd call you a sweet pup, so soft and easy [/praise♡]

Jude would knead your skin like dough and push his manicured nails into it. every soft swell would be subject to his groping and pinching. he'd squish your soft hips and splay his hands on your plush tummy, all while calling you a needy dog, a mutt in heat. you're so easy [/degrading♡]

a tight coil started building in your abdomen. was it jealousy, wanting all the attention to be on you? jude did complain about how needy you were.. or was it your slowly winding orgasm from Ellis's long fingers circling your clit? you chalked it up to the latter, lips parting to a soft pant.

the 2 finally pulled away from each other, their lips kissed red and glossy.

"..hah..." Ellis's cheeks were dusted a satisfied pink. his deep jewel toned eyes were hazy with a happy lust when he looked down to you again.

"can you do that for me?" he asked, eager, hunching over you again.

"quit hoggin' 'em," Jude complained, tugging you closer to his body.

" 'm not," Ellis countered, kissing up to your lips again. Jude was quick to suck his teeth at the sight. he was never the best at sharing

he found your mouth again. Ellis was nothing if not earnest. with the way he pressed himself against you, it felt like he could never get close enough. you never met someone who kissed with their whole body before.

absorbed in the attention Ellis gave you, you hardly registered Jude's cold hands moving down your legs. tucking his fingers behind your knees, he brought them up to your chest.

you were tucked into a ball between them the new position was essentially presenting your tight heat like a meal on a platter. and that glint in Ellis's eyes told you he was awful hungry

his curly hair tickled your chest and stomach when he kissed down your soft body. the softness of his touch was quite the contrast to Jude's pinching and groping.

Ellis leaned his head against your thigh and sighed, dreamy and warm. goosebumps quickly bloomed against your skin. he and Jude watched with blown pupils as Ellis's ring and middle finger sank effortlessly into you. you squirmed some, from his fingers, the position you were folded into, or the 2 pairs of eyes on your naked body, you weren't sure.

slender fingers prodded and scissored between your walls, searching for any spot that would make you squeal. palm up, ellis circled and pushed until the tips of his fingers were just on your sweet spot. you curled your toes in anticipation, breath hitching for just a moment

"there it is," Jude's keen eye didn't miss your subtle reactions.

Jude slipped a hand free from one of your legs. Ellis was quick to take it in his own, setting your ankle on his shoulder. working together for so long has given them almost a 6th sense. it's like they communicate telepathicly.

your theory of mind reading is essentially confirmed when Ellis pushed his fingers knuckle deep into you. Jude's free hand found your needy clit immediately after and you felt like you could already see stars.

you stuttered out a moan, head falling back in pleasure. if Ellis's fingers were any deeper, you were sure you could feel them in your throat. and if Jude's constant circling of your clit was any faster it would boarder on overstimulation.

" 's good ain't it?" Jude teased, moving his hand away from your clit to grab your chin.

you whimpered, cheeks dented from his fingers pushing into them. you could hear the devilish grin in his voice when he forced you to watch Ellis between your legs.l

Ellis moaned from deep in his chest, latching his mouth to your cunt. he practically had hearts in his eyes looking up at you, moan vibrating your already sensitive clit.

"yes- fuuck.." you whined, nodding eagerly. you hoped with enough enthusiasm, and they wouldn't edge you.

their needy hands, sultry voices, and mixed scent were driving you to your climax even faster. it was making your already mushy brain turn to pure goo.

"so pretty.." Ellis mumbled, lips barely leaving your skin.

you flushed red, not sure if he talking to you or your pussy at this point. he was drunk off your body, moaning and whining as his tongue pushed into you. your hips desperately bucked and squirmed, to get closer the source of pleasure or run away from it, you weren't sure.

Jude mumbled something about being 'like a dog,' but you chose to ignore it not knowing if it was meant for you or Ellis. however, he was proven right when Ellis was all but nuzzling into your palm. you tried not to pull his hair like reigns, but with the way he way he was kissing and sucking at your clit you couldn't help it.

at this point, Jude had released your other leg, letting it fall open to accommodate Ellis's wide shoulders. with both hands free, your poor body was subject to his relentlessness.

his teeth quickly found your shoulder, and fingertips quickly found your nipples. already kissed and sucked hypersensitive by Ellis, Jude's pinching and palming of your chest was boarding on too much of a good thing.

all of it was too much. you could hardly get a full lungs worth of air, most of it being pushed out with your moans.

"aa, th're almost there.." Ellis mumbled against your fluttering cunt. his soft voice was so laced with lust that you could almost feel the words hot against your body.

"y-yes! almo-oh-st.. fuck-!" you nodded, hips struggling to buck with the tight grip Ellis had 💔

"maybe when we're done, we'll teach ya t' watch that mouth, huh?" Jude nipped at your ear, giving youa few more firm circles of your clit.

finally

that was all you needed. your nails dug into Jude's forearm and your legs clamped tight around Ellis's head. you figured he'll be alright without air for a minute while you rode out your long deserved orgasm.

Jude gently pats your tummy with a quick kiss to the side of your sweaty temple. it's his version of saying "good dog" when you finally come down.

Ellis doesn't know when to stop. he will keep kissing and trying with your pussy if you let him. don't let him unless you've cleared your schedule.

thanks for reading! tell me what you liked and support ur local writers with a RB! :3

[himbosimpraccoon]

Something about how Curly is trusting to his own detriment... caged by his trust towards Jimmy (even as that eventually dies it still cages him by his past actions)... doglike*, loyal. Something about how he is the only one who goes by his last name, completely defined by his title, to the very last moment. Something about how Moscow mutt Laika was called Кудрявка as a pet name, Kudryavka, little curly.

*(Edit! My use of the word "doglike" was unnecessary, didn't help show my point, was honestly easy to misinterpret, and was kinda thoughtless. All the stuff above is my original wording, since I didn't wanna erase it- mistakes happen, people. My intension wasn't to compare a disabled character to a dog, it was simply to say the name might've been intentional since Laika is frankly iconic and heavily associated with spacefarers. That's all. I know infantilization personally, and am not trying to minimize the issue it is. This has nothing to do with Curly being disabled! Thanks)

[rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me]

plsplsplsplsplsplsplspls hcs for curly dating curtis reader🤲🤲🤲🙏🙏🙏🙏

A/N: This is late, but things have been way crazy around here and that’s an understatement actually, but please take this and enjoy!

So for this set of headcanons, you’re a Curtis and to fit the age bracket, you’re gonna be Ponyboy’s twin! That way, you’re in the same year as Pony in school, the same year as Curly and Johnnycake too

But anyways- Curly dating a Curtis!Reader….let’s have some fun, shall we?

The three boys, your older brothers, do not care for Curly very much and they’re going to let you know that quite often-

At school, when Curly comes to visit you at your locker, Ponyboy gags and rolls his eyes because he’s sick of the lovesick look Curly gives you when he thinks nobody else is looking

Sodapop is a firm enforcer of the leave the door open rule when Curly comes over and will just waltz into your room without any sort of announcement because he just wants to check on you crazy kids

When Curly tries to take you out, Darry drills you on what’s going to happen for at least ten minutes before you leave because he wants to make sure that Curly’s not taking you out to vandalize the town or anything

In short?

They all think that Curly’s way too greasy for you and they think you can do way better than Curly

But we know that’s not true, don’t we folks? Curly’s a sweetheart, even if he’s a bad boy, he’s a good guy and he’s good to you-

Dating Curly as a Curtis is going to mean a lot of sneaking out and sneaking in, that’s just the way it runs-

He gets very good at tossing pebbles at your window and you get very good about coming in and out of the house without stepping on any squeaky floorboards or waking anyone up

Let’s be honest, the door never being locked helps you out a whole lot

You and Curly will probably be spending a lot of time over at his place because your brothers aren’t there, duh, and Curly doesn’t have to deal with them hounding him

However, you will have to deal with the hounding, especially if you’re coming home late and you tell Darry where you’ve been hanging out

Tim’s a lot more chill about Curly dating a Curtis kid but the first time he brought you over and Tim caught sight of you, he decided he’d have a little talk with Curly once you leave-

Don’t worry! Tim thinks you’re great! But as much as he likes you, he knows his kid brother can be an idiot sometimes and Tim doesn’t really want to tangle with the Curtis clan because Curly went and broke your heart by being stupid

Also, whenever Curly gets hauled back to reform, let’s be real, it’s gonna happen at least a few more times, you’re gonna cry and be sad and your brothers are gonna have no clue how to handle it

They’re gonna look between themselves and maybe make a stupid comment or two but once they see how sad you actually are, Sodapop will probably offer to drive you out to visit him in reform

The rest of the Curtis gang find it a little bit funny just how peeved the three boys get when everyone learns you’re going steady with Curly

Sometimes Two-Bit will run his mouth and say he caught you all being little delinquents when you were out on a date just to get Darry all fired up

Curly definitely doesn’t help the hate he receives either, he’s all for kissing you way past decent and saying all sorts of unhelpful things in your ear when you’re around your brothers because Curly likes to stir the pot and generally likes causing chaos

But honestly? He’s good to you, and the boys only need to see a few examples of that to believe it

Let him pay for dinner a few times, get you home before curfew just enough for Darry to consider extending your curfew, and make sure Curly cleans up just enough when he’s gotta try and pretend like he’s a well-meaning, valuable member of society

With all of that being said though…

Curly could turn up on your doorstep, bleeding from a fight and looking for you to patch him up, and all three of your brothers would tell you that your mutt’s looking for you

TL;DR; the boys are jerks to Curly, but Curly kind of deserves it, and they all know he’s actually good for you, even if they tell you that you can do way better-

[verdantwyrm]

Pet Headcanons:

● Daisuke would own a bunny and would spoil them. He grew up with fish only, but he did research for his rabbit!

○ Anya, I feel like she'd own rats and would love every single one despite their short lives. As I kid, I feel like she owned a small dog, a mutt that was mostly toy poodle.

● Curly feels like a dog person, but I think he would actually be a snake person. Hognoses specifically. As a kid, his family had no pets, but he played with his neighbors pets.

○ Swansea has a dog in canon, but I also feel like he would get another dog when his dog gets older, so the younger dog could keep the senior healthier. He has always owned dogs.

● Jimmy would be in jail, so he gets no pet, but some prisons do have animal programs, so maybe he is doing something there. Maybe with farm animals? He doesn't feel like someone who'd want a pet. He probably had a pet dog as a kid, however.

Daisuke with a little bunny is so cute!!! I think he'd really like beta fish tbh, or really any tropical fish.

Anya definitely is a rat girl, she would take such good care of them. As for her little puppy she would probably have a jack russ or a terrier, something small and yappy, she likes smaller animals so she can cuddle them perfectly.

Curly would love snakes, definitely the kind of kid to go around and pick up the first one he sees and scares everyone else with it, not even intentionally, he just never put danger infront of the cool factor.

Swansea's house would definitely be those famlies with six or eight dogs of varying sizes. He's not much of a cat person. He's an old man let him have his puppies

Jimmy to be feels like a cat owner, simply because they're hunters, independent and agile. He has alot of respect for birds of prey though, and would absolutely own an eagle if he could. He doesn't mind dogs, but they remind him too much of Curly, annoying.

[miss-starlet]

♡Pet Play W/ Channie♡

(Photo found on Pinterest)

Pet Play Headcanons for Channie (giving & receiving)

Note: Trying to follow the poll results, so next up should be Minho (Lee Know).

Warnings: Light Degradation (Receiving part), Punishments (Giving & Receiving part), Thigh Humping (Receiving part), fingering (Giving part), feet?(Receiving part), Collars (Receiving & Giving part)

Word Count: 800+

18+MDNI

Puppy Channie (Receiving):

♡ He is a good boy through and through! Very obedient and he just loves (more like gets off on) being praised by you. Hardly ever has to be punished.

♡ When he does need a punishment, a good spanking will do. He takes it so well. He doesn't whine about it, and tries his hardest not to squirm in your hold. Make sure to praise him for taking it all so well.

♡ He loves playing with you and his squeak toys. Toss them across the room, and he'll eagerly scamper on all fours to catch them. Once he's got the toy, he'll drop it in your lap, looking up at you with those big puppy eyes. He might even rub his head and those cute dog ears against your inner thighs, seeking pets and attention.

♡ He’d act all blushy and embarrassed when you finally play with him. Makes the cutest sounds when pinch his nipples (poor baby's chest is sensitive) or when you lick his tip.

♡ Unlike some of the other members, Channie would only want one collar. He loves how it's the symbol of your ownership over him.

♡ When he sits in your lap, he can't stop himself from rutting on your thigh (even when he knows he will be punished for it). The poor baby just can't help himself :( Your soft skin feels so good on his cock, and he always cums the hardest when you degrade him for being such a dirty mutt in heat.

~♡~

"Channie, my little puppy" You coo out. In a second, Chan runs into the room and drops down on his knees. His hands coming up.

He slightly pouted, rubbing his head against your thighs. "What is it puppy? You asked, gently petting Chan's curly hair.

"I-I want," he whines out.

"Want what baby?" Your foot presses down on his bulge softly. Chan head come forward to rest onto your legs, panting loud."You, n-need you."

"Yeah? My puppy needs me?" You slowly press your foot down harder. Chans nods, his eyes close and hips buck, wanting more.

"Be a good boy and open your mouth for me." He opens his mouth, placing two of your fingers in his mouth. You pressed them down on his tongue. His eyes closed, covering your hand and his chin in drool.

"Good boy."

Owner Chan (Giving):

♡ Not the biggest fan of titles such as master or owner. He likes it better when you call him sir or daddy. However if you do call him owner when he is in a mean mood 😏

♡ The way this man loves to make soft cooing noises when you do anything he likes. He finds his pet so cute! For instance when he asks you to come get your treat and you take his cock in your mouth all so well, he will coo out "such a good pet, doing so good for me."

♡ He isn't strict, and only has a few rules he wants you to follow. Some of them are make sure you are taking care of yourself and staying healthy. A big softie with you when you follow all of his rules.

♡ He has bought you two collars. One is a day collar that he likes you to wear on days you are out of the house (If you are comfy of course!). The other collar is the one you wear when it's just you and him. He loves the symbol both of them have.

♡ The punishments he gives you depend on what rules you broke. If it's more serious, like playing without his permission, he will make you cum over and over again, bc y'know better then him. If you wanted to cum so bad, then you can, and you will keep cumming until he thinks you had enough. But please be good for him, he just wants to spoil you and treat you softly.

~♡~

Chan had a rough day at work and he just wanted to go home and play with his little pet. In-between his meeting he sent you a message that he wanted you dolled up for him by the time he got home.

When he walked into the bedroom, he sees you exactly the way he wanted you; sitting on the bed, starked naked, and all dolled up for him. The thin leather collar adorning your neck, with soft ears sitting on top of your head. He just couldn't help but coo at you, you were too cute!

"Such a cute bunny, you are going to be good for daddy right?"

The floppy bunny ears moved as you move your head moved up and down nodding. Dropping to his knees, he grabs your thighs, pushing them open. Trailing kisses up them, starting from your knee and moving up so close to were you want him, before flipping you over.

You gasped eyes widening from being manhandled. You turn your head to the side to look at him. "Please, daddy"

"Don't worry, daddy's got you bunny." Chan said as he sticks his index and middle finger in you. You moan softly, grinding down on his fingers. He starts to move them slow before working them to a fast pace.

Once you moan out for more, he slows them down to add to your pleasure by adding another finger and slightly curl them.

"Yeah, daddy's got you pet."

[vukovich]

24K9

A daily(?) kinktober Tumblr fic. Will post to AO3 on American Thanksgiving, 2023.

Harry is a K9 unit Auror. Draco is the Ministry Kennelmaster. How could that possibly lead to anything?

Tags: collaring, top Draco, sensual pet play, touch starved Harry, bathing, shaving, rescue dog feels, other tags TBA, maybe dark draco ending?, maybe werewolves?, definitely coming untouched though, just blasting rope man

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Chapter One

“I assure you, Auror Potter,” drawled the Patronus, speaking even before it found its full form, “there is nothing wrong with your partner.”

Malfoy’s tone was patronising, as though he were telling Harry that the monsters under his bed weren’t real, and to go back to sleep.

Next to Harry’s desk, his ‘partner’ had managed to catch his tail and was currently gnawing on it with nothing short of ardour.  K9 Auror Wurst, aka RottWurst, clamped down on his fluffy tail so hard, Harry swore he heard a crunch.

The bright fog condensed into a direwolf the size of a modest pony.  It was the perfect symbol for Draco Malfoy.  A pale, leggy, sharp-toothed relic of another time.

“And I assure you,” Harry spat, “Kennelmaster Malfoy, that this mutt’s fucking touched in the head.”

The mutt in question was eighty-plus pounds of Rottweiler-poodle abomination.  He looked like a St Bernard had dug into an avalanche, missed the humans, and hit a thousand-volt power line instead.  The curly white fur on his belly was caked with mud, and his brown muzzle still had bits of grass clippings on it.  The rest of him was black, save his brown eyebrows and speckled ears.

“He keeps alerting to sex magic, not dark magic.  It’s fucking embarrassing.  Dragged me across Hyde Park.  I had to use a Confundus on him to get him back to the office.”

The direwolf was so still that Harry blinked twice to make sure the shape wasn’t burned into his retinas.  It was a bloody showboat of a Patronus.

It was so bright that it brought out the dinginess of Harry’s office.  The yellow carpet had a pale brown trail between the door and Harry’s desk chair.  The corners of the ceiling had cobwebs, and the baseboards held an unhealthy amount of dust.

The fresh dog piss on the floor didn’t help things.

“I mean, he’s not worthless,” Harry added.  “But Robards said he can’t reassign him to Vice.  That he doesn’t have that authority.  So it must be you who has to do it.”

It was a little risky to bypass Robards the way he had, contacting Malfoy directly.  He probably should have made an appointment with his assistant or something.

But he’d been angry, so he’d pulled an interdepartmental priority Howler out of his desk and sent it.

There was probably a DMLE protocol for contacting a member of the Wizengamot.  There was a DMLE protocol for everything but wiping his arse.  Actually, they probably had one for that, too.

Harry blinked again.  His eyes were dry.  He was on hour seven of a twelve-hour shift.  After this, he’d get another coffee.

The direwolf shifted its weight, then leaned back, hindquarters high, in a deep stretch.  Its paws spread out in front of it.

Harry wondered if Malfoy was actually stretching.  And what that might look like.

It’d been years since he’d seen Malfoy in person.  Just in the papers, and only in the background of Wizengamot photos.  He’d been called to his Wizengamot seat the day after his thirtieth birthday, having met the minimum age.  They hadn’t called Hermione to hers until she was thirty-two.  She’d die mad about that.

The direwolf laid down, then yawned.

Harry yawned.

Wurst yawned.  Then farted.

Harry thought to check the time.  2:30 AM, according to his wristwatch.  He’d been on the clock for fourteen hours.  Not seven.

“Shit,” Harry said.

He’d woken a member of the Wizengamot at 2:30 AM.  And an important one.  

The direwolf sighed and tucked its muzzle under its paw.  Harry held his breath.  Maybe Malfoy would fall asleep.

Maybe he’d doze off, and he’d think he dreamt he got a Howler in the middle of the night from a burnout beat cop at least six rungs below him.  Maybe.

The direwolf sighed again, then drifted away like will-o'-the-wisps on the wind.

Maybe Malfoy wouldn’t report this.

Maybe.

Maybe Robards wouldn’t kill him.

He drummed his fingers on his desk.  If he did get written up, it’d be his sixth this year.  Two of them were for failing to meet dress code, but the shaving regulations were stupid, and the hygiene one was just weird.

Still.  

Wurst looked at him.  He looked at Wurst.

Nothing would happen.  His talk with Malfoy had only lasted a few seconds.  He’d think it was a dream.

It would be fine.

“It’ll be fine,” Harry told Wurst, ignoring the sweat on his palms.

Wurst’s nostrils flared, and then an ivory envelope slid under the door.  It sat on the grimy carpet for a moment, then folded itself into a swan.  With a few wingbeats, it landed on Harry’s desk and unfolded itself.

Inside was a business card.

Draco L Malfoy Wizengamot Member, Kennelmaster Warminster BA13 4SH UK

“Shit,” Harry said.

He flipped the card over.  On the back was an appointment date and time.  Tomorrow.

“Fuck.”

Robards was going to kill him.

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[b1mbodoll]

1 im literally in love w you and your brain marry me rfn tf???

2 bull hybrid!hoon omggg >>>

soo now im curious to know ,,, if you had to make every enhypen hyung line member a hybrid what animal do you think they would be

- 🫧 <33

pairings: en- hyungline x f! reader

warnings: hybrids + exhibitionism + dry humping + knotting + himbo! hoonie + size kink + barbed cock! jay + thigh humping + scent kink + jealousy

💌: im in love with u too lets kiss and get married :3 ‘m so glad u liked bull! hoon im goin to press a tender kiss to ur forehead before u go to sleep tn

heeseung is def lamb or bunny hybrid !! he’s so pretty n dainty but quite literally the definition of wolf in sheep’s clothing. he’s so good at making you think he’s an innocent lil thing until he sneaks into ur bed at night n humps ur thigh til his cum seeps into ur pjs ^^ has the cutest pair of fluffy ears n his hair gets soso curly when he sweats while fucking you

jay is an exotic feline hybrid. probably smth like a snow leopard or black panther!!!!! has a long heavy tail, round little ears and the biggest n sharpest pair of canines. his eyes r so sharp n its so easy for him to pin you down with just one look before making his way over to you n draping himself over ur body as he fucks his barbed cock into u n omg ur kitty is the loudest evr his noises r like yowls and hisses !!

jake is def a canine !! i see him as a wolf hybrid thats so exciteable like a lil house puppy but when he smells u ovulating its like all hell broke loose bc he cant stop growling and snarling at other hybrids :( attacks one of the wolf boys you foster bc according to him “the dumb mutt can’t keep his hands to himself” jakey luvs how his knot keeps the two of u soso close !! kisses ur lips and bites at ur throat til his cock softens n his cum leaks out of ur pussy

i wrote bull! hoon n cant get the thought out of my head!!!!!!! he’s so beeg n strong n beefy n sexy but also a little bit of an airhead 😵‍💫 does most thinking with his cock bc he cant get enough of you !!!!!! it doesnt matter where u r or whos around bc he bends you over regardless!!!! fucks you over n over n if a lil moo slips out of him dont bring it up :x he gets so embarrassed

[glennquackmire]

My hunger games au lore that im acting so odd over because I keep getting flashbacks to the other post

Ik i said I would make this into a video but it was getting to like 10 minutes long 😭 so here's a really shortened version of some of it OK SO

-The curtis brothers live in DISTRICT 7 instead because I like the idea of them being lumberjacks it's funny and also because the Curtises knowing alot about plants and trees and stuff is kind of relevant

-Their parents died in an altercation with some peacekeepers. Is that still lazy?? Yea but hopefully not as lazy

-Ponyboy still genuinely believes Darry sees him as a burden and despises him so he is under the impression that Darry is going to try and kill him the second they get into that arena so naturally he tries to get as far away from him as possible for most of the games.

-instead dally and johnny are from district 12 which I THINK fits better for them??? Johnny still has the same kind of schtick as in the original post where he believe he doesn't have a shot at winning which he's not really coping well with, but dally I kind of changed its not that he thinks he can or can't win its more that he doesn't want to. He's super mad the two of them have been put into this situation and doesn't want to conform to the opressive system the capitol has put in place to keep the district peoples lives being used as entertainment I guess. But I don't really know if it's in a "i want to start a revolution" way or not I guess.

-Tim I mostly added because I like him.I'm a tim stan. He's from district 8 for the same reason the curtis brothers are from district 7, I like the idea of him being really good at sewing. I'm still on the fence on whether I wanna add Angela or Curly as tributes too but as it stands tim is the only one that has been reaped out if the three of them. He's really desperate to get back for this reason because he knows without him his siblings would be left on their own. He's also really really smart in this au so he makes it super far into the games.

-The socs respectively are from Districts 1, 2 and 4 because them being the careers makes sense to me. Like the advantages that the careers have in the games just kind of aligns with the advantages the socs have in LIFE. Does that make sense????? Idk I might be talking out of my ass here 😭. The combinations of the socs have changed around alot but I keep going back to Randy and Marcia in 1, Cherry and Bob in 2 and Paul and Beverly (from the musical !! Its so good go listen to it) in 4.

-Steve and Twobit I added because I think they're a funny duo and they're from district 6 (get it cause it's the transportation district). I really don't have much to say about them honestly I have a little bit so if u wanna hear about them let me know !! Originally it was gonna be sodapop and Steve but I couldn't find a way for it to make sense. Maybe I'll add him in and say he's not related to darry and ponyboy or something I don't know. I hate leaving him out though ily soda.

-Scout is still here (hi scout) but she's used as a bit of a plot device now lol

-the arena is a huge forest, but its also got some really mountainous areas

-there IS mutts now but they're let loose about 2 thirds of the way through and aren't around for very long. The fire is still there as well because mostly i just enjoy drawing fire.

-I think (?) That's everything, I'll keep the deaths and the other stuff that happens in the arena for another post because this is already kind of long I think

-if you want to hear more you can totally message me !! I love talking to people or u can use the ask box I would literally love either of these but obviously no pressure 😭

-I have a BUNCH of drawings done for this au like so many

Anyway I think the moral of the story is not being a good writer and 3 days of being awake are not a good combo lol

[fangirls-fanfiction]

I HAVE EMERGED FROM MY GRAVE—

Sorry it's been almost a year since I've updated this story. To be honest, it was mostly that I didn't really know where I was going this and I was feeling a little discouraged since this story doesn't get a lot of attention (a comment or something would be very appreciated but there's no pressure <3). Again, sorry it's been so long, I'll try to update this story more often if I can.

Hope you enjoy and thanks for reading! ^^*

♦️𝙰 𝚃𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝙾𝚏 𝚃𝚠𝚘 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚜♠️

Story below undercut:

Somehow Stickler was more annoying at the meeting discussing adding onto the Casino than she was at her ledger meetings. She just couldn't wrap her head around the Queen of Hell wanting to add onto the Casino if it wasn't for the sake of collecting souls. Of course, it didn't help that Lucifer hadn't explained that the only reason she wanted to do it in the first place was for a few mortals. She'd never hear the end of it if Stickler found out. She was already upset about the Devil dating a mortal— The auditor gave her the constant reminder that she was not made to love and thus shouldn't get attatched to mortals. Not just because she was the Mistress of All Things Evil but because mortals just didn't live forever.

It left her with a lot on her mind, deciding to sleep it off as she usually did. The day had been rather draining anyway.

Though she'd find that she wouldn't be getting a full night's sleep tonight.

Luci was rudely awakened by a small tongue licking her face, getting slobber all over her face. Opening her eyes, she growled as she made eye contact with the small hellhound they had decided to keep— Why, she might never understand. Apparently Queen Dice's persuasive charm didn't just work in humans. He yipped at her waking up, showering her with more licking.

"Knock it off! Quit that!" She pushed the dog off, the pup doing as it was told and getting comfortable on the bed right beside her.

"Dumb dog." She flopped back down on the pillow, looking at the alarm clock beside her. "One in the morning..." She grumbled to herself, rolling over to face Dice, still sound asleep despite the commotion.

Smiling at her, the demon marveled at the woman's relaxed, sleeping face. Her face free of makeup, revealing her wrinkles and imperfections over her face.

The demon gently brushing her hair out of her eyes, Dice's mouth twitching though she didn't wake up. Her messy, short, curly hair was just adorable in every way. She loved her girlfriend in every possible way. She couldn't think of anything she didn't love about Dice. Even her incredibly massive ego. The demon placed a kiss on her forehead, receiving a weak smile upon the woman's face and a content sigh as she continued to sleep. Rolling over to face the ceiling, Luci stared up at the towering walls of brimstone towering high above to the chandelier high up on her ceiling. She tried counting each diamond shimmering on the chandelier she could see with what little light was in the room in an effort to get to sleep but it was no use.

Letting out a resigned sigh, she gently and quietly sat up and exited the bed, her feet immediately falling into her pink bunny slippers and she grabbed her black robe from the coat hanger near her bed. The hellhound whined quietly behind her, making her whip around.

"I'll be right back," She whispered. "I'm just getting a snack."

Seemingly understanding her, the mutt laid back down in its spot, curled up in a ball as its red eyes were kept on her.

Quietly heading to the door, the Devil opened it, cursing it for creaking as she did so. Though she managed to sneak out without disturbing Queen Dice.

Walking down the corridor, she yawned, hoping a snack would get her to sleep easier. Eating always made her tired anyway.

Upon entering the throne room, her hears perked up, one twitching as she heard something. Pausing in the middle of the room, she scanned her surroundings, trying to figure out just how close the sound was. Very close. A voice. Maybe two. Definitely two. Maybe... Maybe a third...?

Approaching the voices, she listened closely, hearing them down the corridor towards the dining hall. Growing nearer and nearer, her ear twitched again as she recognized who the voices belonged to. The one was definitely Henchwoman, no doubt about it. And no one was stupid enough to break into her Casino, not to mention the voices were not good at being quiet; as she knew those girls weren't. Why were they even up so late? They needed to go straight to bed, it was past 1:00 am at this point they shouldn't be awake.

Nearing the Giant doors to the great hall, she threw them open without thinking twice.

The two girls jumped and immediately attempted to hide behind Henchwoman as the imp stood her ground. Analyzing the room, the Devil raised her eyebrow at the two nearly-empty plates on one of the table.

"Do you have any idea what time it is?" Luci snapped, once again without a second thought, she was aware that she wasn't a delight to be around in the first place along with not being a morning person by any means.

"D'uhm... Sorry, Boss, the girls were hungry and I didn't want them to be up all night— " Henchwoman explained.

"And you didn't tell me?" The Devil cut her off.

"You were asleep, Boss."

"You made me think someone broke in— Which I'm glad no one did, but..." Scoffing, she gripped the bridge of her nose. "Whatever. You're excused, Henchwoman."

"Alright, let me just take care of the dishes— "

"I said you're excused."

"But— "

"That's an order, Henchwoman."

Henchwoman blinked a few times, looking between the plates of food for a moment before ultimately doing what she was told.

After the doors closed, the demon turned to face the girls, the two of them cowering. She noticed the ever-selfish Cuphead placed herself in front of her sister, Mugma'am placing a hand on her sister's shoulder as some sense of security. Though she raised her eyebrows, Luci didn't say anything on the subject.

"Go on, finish up, you two need to get to bed." She waved them on.

"You're... You're not mad...?" Cuphead asked cautiously.

"Annoyed? Maybe. Mad? No. If you're hungry, you're allowed to eat. Your my guests, not prisoners." The demon leaned against the doorway. "Now, go on, eat."

"We're guests?" Cuphead snorted.

"Do you want to be prisoners?"

""No, Miss Devil."" The two of them said in unison, quickly finishing up their food Henchwoman had made.

The room was quiet, aside from the small noise of the girls eating, not even loud enough to echo in the large room. Still, they didn't even try to make eye contact with the demon leaning against the doorway. Letting out a yawn, she bared her white fangs out of sheer habit. It attracted Mugma'am attention, Luci had noticed as the girl averted her gaze as soon as the demon continued to stare at them once again.

"Hey, can I ask you a question?" Cuphead asked.

"Don't talk with your mouth full." The Devil grimaced, looking away.

"If demons don't need to eat, why do you have a dining hall? And why does Henchwoman know how to cook?" Cuphead continued, though did as she was told and finished eating first.

"I eat sometimes, it's more of a hobby. Which is why Henchwoman can cook. We've been on this planet for centuries, and I've stolen many recipe books." The Devil explained with a shrug. "As for the dining hall, I sometimes hold banquets down here in Hell; you'd be surprised how many demons and sins show up for a party when there's free food involved."

"Ooo! What kind of parties?" Mugma'am asked.

"Uhhh... You know... Parties... Sometimes we just want to celebrate random events..." The Devil went on, slowly deciding that maybe telling them about the celebrations wasn't the wisest idea. "It's been a while since we had one though..."

"Why don't you have more?"

"Too busy."

"What do you do, like celebrate birthday parties or...?"

"Do you two have to ask 20 questions a minute or something?!"

"Sorry..." Cuphead lowered her head, frowning.

"Look," Luci sighed, gripping the bridge of her nose. "We don't really... Have birthdays. I've been around since the beginning of time. And the rest either fall from Heaven or some just... Appear... That's that. Most of our parties are special occasions. The last one was for me getting my one millionth soul a few decades back."

"Where are you at now?" Cuphead asked curiously.

"Trying to get back to a million since someone broke my soul vault. Twice." The Devil rolled her eyes bitterly, her ear twitching at the sound of the girls snickering.

"Are you at least close now?" Mugma'am asked, her voice wavering as she held back her laughter.

"Yes, actually. So don't get any ideas of destroying my soul vault again."

"No promises." Cuphead chuckled.

"Maybe you can have a party again when you get back to a million!" Mugma'am said.

"If you do, can we go?!"

"Pleeeease?!"

"That's not a good idea." The demon frowned. "Demons aren't ones to be trusted around mortals. Especially if it's a celebration about collecting souls. Trust me."

"But you act fine around us, what's the difference between them and you?" Mugma'am asked.

Luci opened her mouth to answer, undecided if she should scorn the girl for comparing Lucifer to lesser demons or to explain to her the problem with putting demons not used to being around mortals with said mortals. Though she ultimately chose to keep her mouth shut.

"That doesn't matter, it's not happening."

"Awwww come on!" Cuphead whined.

"Ooo! Maybe when you and Dice get married we can have a party then?!" Mugma'am asked.

"Ew, that's gross, we'd all have to watch them kiss." Cuphead grimaced.

"Let's just drop the subject for now. We're not having a party here anytime soon and that's final." Luci felt her face get rather flustered at the mention of marriage. "I'm going to go get some ice cream." She started to walk off toward the kitchen.

""ICE CREAM?!"" The girls yelled out in unison.

'Me and my big mouth.' The Queen of Hell thought as she grumbled.

"Can we have some?!"

"Pleeeeeease?!"

Growling quietly in annoyance, the Devil whipped around to face them.

"We'll go to bed right after!" Cuphead bounced in her seat.

"You promise?"

"We swear!"

"Yeah!"

"Fine." The Devil sighed in defeat. "Come on."

It seemed that the two girls had quite sweet tooths, much like the demon along with them. She'd always had a pallet for sweet food, specifically chocolate— The girls just seemed to want anything that was filled to the brim with sugar. Of course, Luci had made the mistake of not only letting them have ice cream in the first place but also letting them choose whatever toppings they want. Chocolate fudge, sprinkles, marshmallows, gummy bears— All kinds of sweet things that the demon either had or could make appear. As annoying as it was, it was a little charming how the two girls seemed to have bottomless stomachs; when they asked for more, she delivered. Luci didn't think much of it, this was how she'd usually eat and she was fine.

Until she realized they were mortals and still children at that.

Now she had two sick teenagers that ate WAY too much ice cream.

"Why did you two eat so much ice cream?" Luci asked, annoyed as she got both of the sick girls to their room.

"Cuz you said we could!" Cuphead whined.

"And it tasted so good!" Mugma'am complained.

Grumbling, the demon racked her brain; how was she supposed to deal with this? She wasn't exactly sure what to do in this situation, her body didn't function like a mortal's. Sure, she'd get sick, but it took a lot more than six and a half bowls of ice cream. Or was it seven? She'd honestly lost count.

'Maybe I could ask Dice what to do?' She tapped her chin in thought.

She shook her head almost immediately after the thought crossed her mind. Dice wasn't very pleasant to be around when she was tired, and she needed her sleep for work tomorrow. Not to mention Luci would get a stern talking to from her girlfriend if she found out she fed the girls so much ice cream.

It was up to her.

Thinking long and hard, she thought up what Queen Dice would do in this situation. What would a mortal do?

Racking her brain, she tapped her foot, looking between the two of them. Taking care of kids was a lot harder than she initially thought.

"Why don't you two get some sleep? It'll help with the stomach aches." She only hoped, and frankly it was guess work.

"I can't sleep."

"Me neither."

"You two can't make this easy, can you?" She grumbled. "So what do you want me to do?"

"Elder Kettle told us stories to help us fall asleep when we were little." Mugma'am suggested.

"I don't think you'd like any of my stories." Luci looked awkwardly off to the side.

"C'mon! You've been on this planet since the beginning of time! You've gotta have some good stories!" Cuphead sat up, immediately seeming to regret it as she fell back against the pillows, groaning about her upset stomach.

"Please Miss Devil?" Mugma'am looked up at her with big puppy eyes.

"Fine... I'll tell you a story, but only if it'll make you shut up."

"We promise we'll go straight to bed."

"We swear!"

Scoffing, she sat on the edge of Cuphead's bed, both of the sisters listening intently to her story.

"Now... Let's see... Hmm... There's almost too many stories to tell." The Devil admitted with a chuckle. "Any requests?"

"If ya don't mind telling, how'd you end up here? Like in Hell?" Cuphead asked.

Freezing in place, she sat up straight. Contradicting her frozen stature, her skin prickled with Hellfire beneath her pajamas and robe, the temperature immediately rising just slightly. Though, thankfully, it seemed that the sisters didn't notice or st least didn't acknowledge it.

She hadn't exactly ever told anyone that particular story before. Not even Queen Dice. Of course, Henchwoman was the only exception.

"Cuphead!" Mugs scolded her sister for asking the rather insensitive question. "You can't just ask someone that, dummy!"

"Hey! Miss Devil! Mugma'am called me a dummy!" Cuphead said to the demon.

"It's probably a sensitive subject, Cuphead! You can't just ask people those things!"

"Fine, fine! Another story then!"

"Well, ain't ya gonna apologize?!"

Though the sisters were arguing, the Devil's mind was someplace else. A tranquil place. A beautiful, wonderful place that she used to call home, filled with nothing but calming memories. It wasn't often, but sometimes her mind would wander and remember what life was like all those eons ago. Though she missed bits and pieces of her home, she had no regrets of her rebellion. No matter how much the painful thought of never seeing her brother again was, she always reminded herself.

Things were better this way.

"Miss Devil?"

"Hmm?" Luci blinked, turning her attention to the sister in blue.

"Are you ok?"

"Yes... I was just remembering someone is all."

"Ooo! Who?! Who is it?" Cuphead jumped in her bed slightly, seemingly forgetting about her stomach ache. 

"Was there someone before Queen Dice?" Mugma'am asked.

"Ew, don't be gross, Mugma'am!"

"It's not even gross, Cuphead!"

"There were many before Queen Dice," The demon ignored her, a hint of a smile. "Truthfully, most relationships I was in were only transactions for me to get something out of; money, a soul, uhm... You get it... But there will always only be one Queen Dice." She chuckled at the disgusted look on Cuphead's face. "But no, I was just remembering somebody else."

""Who?!""

Sighing, the Queen of Hell roller her eyes to the ceiling;

"You promise you'll go to bed?"

""We promise!""

"Fine... Well, I guess we'll start at the beginning, long before I was even banished here. I come from a beautiful place, filled with clouds and shimmering sunlight."

"Could you jump on the clouds?" Cuphead asked.

"I used to all the time."

"Cool!"

"There were white clouds, and blue, purple and even pink too... It was such a beautiful place. My brother and I would play in the clouds and sun for hours. When we were together, we had no worries, so responsibilities, no problems; we just had each other. We had so much fun..." Luci smiled, reminiscing.

"So... What happened?"

"Time went on and the others... Didn't think that how we were acting was... Properly angelic. Micheal moved on, started doing his job... I tried to... Kinda... But I just wasn't like the others, even though I was perfect, and the favourite Angel, I just couldn't see what point of being told what to do was. I didn't follow the rules. I'll admit I was a bit immature back then... I was prideful... And a lot of other things... But... But mostly prideful." A melancholic frown replaced her reminiscent smile.

"What happened?"

"I was told to stop, but I didn't. The others wanted me to be perfect and set a good example for what humanity would be, but I could see through those lies in a way that no one else could. And thus... I... I rebelled. I wasn't seen as the perfect Angel my Father had made me to be. And... And after my trial, they decided I wasn't fit to be an Angel. So I was banished. And... And... And I never saw my brother again."

"That's awful, Miss Devil!" Mugma'am covered her mouth.

"You never saw your brother again?" Cuphead asked, her eyebrows creased.

"Never."

"Why?"

"That's just how things have to be. And they have to stay that way." The Queen of Hell decided story time was over and got up to leave.

"But why? Don't you ever miss your home?" Cuphead asked.

Stopping short, the demon kept her back to them;

"No... Never."

"What about your brother?"

Luci paused, a sudden, stray blood-soaked tear running down her face. Quickly wiping it away, she cleared her throat.

"Even if I did, it doesn't matter, what's done is done. No one can change the past, no matter how much one wants to." She answered.

"But maybe he's sorry about what happened, maybe he's changed?" Mugma'am chirped in.

The two of them were truly very naive. She only hoped they wouldn't meet the same fate as she did.

"You two need to get some sleep," She finally turned to face them. "Now, good night."

""Good night, Miss Devil."" The girls said in unison, getting comfy in their beds.

Starting to close the door, Luci paused, glancing back at the sisters. The two of them loved one another so much, something she once had, lost and never thought of again until she'd gotten to know the brats. Admittedly, she'd hate to see them betray each other like she had with her brother.

"Girls?"

"Yeah?"

"Yes?"

"Never lose sight of how much you love each other. You never know when that could be ripped from you..." She said as she closed the door, clicking it quietly shut.

Luci was sure the girls were tired, whether they heard her was a gamble, but that didn't concern her. She was just glad she got the little brats to sleep.

Lingering by the door for a moment, she listened to make sure they were asleep.

After deciding they were asleep, she yawned, heading back to her own bed, convinced that she wasn't getting much sleep tonight.

[invisibleraven]

prompts!!!

“One last night with you. I’m not asking for anything else.”

peterpatterlina

Luke swears, as a he takes a deep breath once deplaning, that the air here is fresher-even if he's sure Seattle has almost as much smog as LA. But he doesn't care-he's made it, to the birthplace of grunge. He had always wanted to come here, to soak up the energy, to see if it would inspire him, as it did Cobain.

Granted, Luke is only here for a few weeks-that's all he could afford, and all the time he could get off work, but he doesn't care. He's going to find a coffee shop-it doesn't matter which one, he doesn't drink the stuff-and just write.

Of course, he finds out pretty quickly that he has to buy things to loiter, and the first place he had stopped had prices that made his heart stop. Why was this fermented bean juice so damn expensive?

So he finds a smaller, dingier place that serves tea and cheap baked goods. The staff don't seem to mind him taking up one of their tables-the place isn't exactly bustling with patrons for them to care. Yet his paper is a mess of scratched out scribbles more than anything even after hours.

Just great, it seems his writer's block had jumped on the plane from Cali with him. He's about to pack it in, admit to himself that this had been a stupid, expensive, mistake, when the door opened and they walked in.

Like a burst of sunlight, he saw them-him a tall slender figure in black leather and red flannel with a twinkle in his eye and a smile that could melt butter. Her, a mass of curly hair held up by a few pencils, a song on her full lips, and brown eyes that caught his own in an instant.

Only, they kept walking-right behind the counter, reappearing an instant later in fresh aprons, saluting the faceless staff that Luke had paid little mind to when he came in here. Suddenly his throat felt dry, his stomach clenched in hunger, and he wondered if he had enough cash on him to stay there and chat until he took off back to LA once more.

He knew he didn't-hell he still had to find a hostel to take him in for the next little bit, but that didn't stop Luke from walking up to the counter to get another mug of tea and a scone.

Julie and Reggie-those were their names-smiled at him, threw out a joke or to that made him giggle and blush, and almost trip over himself as he went back to his chair. But Julie was right there with some napkins, and she stopped to read some of his scribbles.

"Can I?" she asked, nodding to the paper, and when he nodded, took one of the pencils from her hair, causing some curls to cascade down, and then added a line that felt like it was ripped out of Luke's own brain. "Reggie would be the one to talk to about adding the harmony, but maybe that will work?"

That was how it started-Luke came in every day to write, wait for Julie and Reggie to show up, and they spent the idle hours of the afternoon slump writing songs together. The music just flowed between them-what writer's block?

"We're not working tomorrow," Reggie remarked on Saturday.

"Oh," Luke deflated. They had been on such a roll, he didn't want to wait however long to capture it again. Nor wait to see them again-he was quickly becoming enamoured, and he knew it.

"So we thought maybe you'd like us to show you around town?" Reggie suggested.

"Yeah, see more of it than just our workplace?" Julie added.

"Oh! yes! I'd love that!" Luke exclaimed.

Then that became their norm-Luke would hang out with them on their off time-even if their coffee shop was cheaper, and he found them giving him just a bit of a discount, he was still going through his meagre savings there faster than he would like. They would bring him to the clubs yes, but also to their favourite park, to the top of the Space Needle, to a run down little beach that was littered with stones perfect for skipping.

But most important of all, they brought him home, to their cramped little apartment, full of plants and instruments, and a lazy mutt named Chewie that liked to sleep at their feet as they wrote over cheap ramen and even cheaper beer.

Luke loved it there, and he found himself there every night, cramped on their pokey little couch, writing away, borrowing Reggie's six string while Julie plonked on her keys and Reggie played bass, hammering out song after song, sometimes falling asleep between them, and not protesting when they wouldn't let him walk home.

Especially not when they dragged him into their bed between them-even if they didn't exactly sleep.

It was bliss.

Except-he had to go home soon. His job, his family, his life, was waiting for him. And he hadn't told Julie or Reggie that. They had simply asked if he was new in town, and he was too flustered to say anything but yes. It as the only lie between them, and it broke his heart to tell the truth.

They were understandably mad, and sullen, and he stayed away for the next few days, even as the clock ticked down. But then he was leaving the next day, and he couldn't bear not seeing them again. So he went to the coffee shop, proverbial hat in hand.

"What do you want?" Julie asked, the hurt evident in her voice, in Reggie's face. "Tea? Scone?"

“One last night with you. I’m not asking for anything else," Luke replied.

The two of them exchanged a look, a sigh, and a nod. "We're off at five," she finally said. "I expect a killer apology-not in song-and we can talk."

Luke quietly crumpled the paper in hs pocket-of course he had written them a song, he always found it easier to write his feelings than say them, but he could do it for them. He used the last of his cash to get them a pizza, and some grocery store flowers-the ones he had always seen in their apartment that he had never learned the name of.

He was surprised they let him into the apartment when he knocked, but they did, smiling privately when Julie softened at the blooms and Reggie grinned wide at the pizza. Launched into his explanation of always loving grunge, or feeling so disconnected from music back home and hoping a small change of scenery would help. When all he had really needed-was to meet them.

"We can try long distance," he suggested. "Until we can visit again. I...I don't want to lose either of you."

"Where is home?" Reggie finally asked.

"Oh, LA?"

Julie cackled at that, Reggie joining in until they were bent double over one another. Luke didn't get it, but he could compose a tune to the melody that was their laughter. "Why is that funny?" he finally asked.

"Luke, lindo, we're from LA," Julie stated.

"We came up here to find our own voices too," Reggie explained. "We met at uni here and have been together ever since. We always meant to go home we just..."

"Felt like we were waiting for something-someone-to give us a sign that it was time," Julie concluded, her eyes looking at Luke in a way that made everything make sense.

"Well I have to go home tomorrow, but maybe, maybe you guys could come with me?" Luke suggested.

Of course they couldn't, they had a whole life here they couldn't just upend. But they agreed to come visit when they could, to see if the three of them still worked, if LA felt right, and they-all of them-would make a plan from there.

The rest of the night, they resolved not to think about it, simply enjoying the pizza, and each other. Pretending that when Luke left the next morning that they would see him later that day instead of weeks-even months from now, though their goodbye kisses were bittersweet and salty with tears.

It took some doing, a few trips back and forth, some fights, some discussions, and one night when Luke was sure this was the end-but they finally figured themselves out. And Luke hopped on a plane, everything he cared about in two bulging duffels, and landed in Seattle just in time for Valentine's.

And there, with a bouquet of dahlias, two bright smiles, and a big sign proclaiming Welcome Home, were Julie and Reggie, waiting for him. And Luke-well he didn't really care where he was-because his home-it was wherever they were. And it always would be.

[cryingpariah]

Just watched the new Bob's Burgers episode where the family has to track down a puppy that was going to be someone's Christmas present after Gene accidentally fed it chocolate and it got the wheels a-turning.

Monty saw the puppy with the bow on its neck wandering through the neighborhood and it looked hungry. He still had the chocolate Santa Mama gave him earlier and it was so yummy, so Puppy would like it too! When he brought it inside and was in the middle of begging his parents to let him keep it, he said he was already good at feeding it and they both got really pale when Monty mentioned he fed it the chocolate.

Which was... not good for dogs? Very not good for dogs?? What were they going to do??? Mama was saying something about how they needed to get Puppy to throw it back up and Papa was checking if they had something in the kitchen that would help with that and it's suddenly hard for Monty to breathe.

Puppy was somebody's present. Somebody wouldn't be getting a puppy for Christmas and it would be all his fault! He had to do something! If Puppy was sick, they needed a doctor!

Wait... he knows a doctor.

And that's how Law suddenly had the Seraphim of the man who ruined his life and also the technical nephew of the man who saved it crashing into him on the deck of the Polar Tang shoving a puppy into his face and yelping at him to do something while the damn mutt is licking his goatee.

Poor Law thought a String Doffy had appeared when poor crying Monty came aboard with a little curly haired dog in tow. (Which? How?? How did Monty know where he was they are literally in the middle of the ocean??).

Despite all his complicated feelings towards Doflamingo, Monty had never done anything to earn the doctor's ire and he’d pretty shitty to blame him for genetics so he promised to save the dog. But that didn’t stop Monty from blubbering all the while about how he “ruined Christmas!” And how he’s “like the Grinch but worse!” In comes Bepo, Penguin and Shachi wondering why they hear children cries coming from their captain's office (it’s usually grown men crying after all) and see the little Seraphim. Law can’t even begin to start his explanation before the trio swarm the kid trying to cheer him up. Penguin gets him tissues, Shachi starts telling the boy about how everybody messes up and how it doesn’t make him a bad person and how there’s nothing to worry about when their Captain's on the case and Bepo comes through as a living pillow, ready to cuddle Monty calm! It’s incredibly effective and by the Law's wrapping up care for the pupper Monty is smiling again.

Law makes sure to not only give the puppy back but also a book, it’s all about animals, their anatomy, what kind of care they need. It’s an old copy, hardcover front worn soft with time and use but Monty beams at it like it was solid gold. They hug (and by that I mean Monty practically strangles Law while the puppy cheerfully licks his ear) and they send the child off with a smile.

[blu3-ja3]

TIME TO MEET JUSTIN'S OC! ENJOY!

Roach has been doing well with raising Ripley, a 7 months old Border Collie mix breed. O'Connor found the mutt when she was only a few weeks old out in the rain near the entrance to the base. As soon as O'Connor walked into the rec room holding the little bundle in her arms Roach was attached to her hip. He followed every direction Doc gave to him until she was certain the puppy was healthy and warmed. No one had ever seen Roach so quiet, even when the sergeant had a rough day and chose to be mute, his hands would be flying, signing constantly in BSL. The boy was constantly moving, impossible to pin down.

O'Connor took the chance and gave Roach the small pup, instructing him how to care for the little one. And he did just that, there were weeks where Roach would walk around with a hoodie on backwards just so that little Ripley would be warm and close to the boy. And when Roach was sent on a mission he vetted every single private on base at the time, to make sure they were capable of watching his dog while he was gone. He somehow managed to convince Ghost to help him intimate the chosen private.

Soap was initially hesitant, the Scottish man didn't like dogs even if it was just a puppy. But Ripley managed to wiggle her way into Soap's heart. Gaz loves playing fetch with the pup once she was old enough to understand. Ghost on a few occasions was caught baby talking to the small dog and playful tapping the pup with his boot. O'Connor was happy that Roach has someone who has just as much energy as he did. She learned rather quickly a tired Roach was a safe Roach, the boy was much less likely to hurt himself if he was napping. Price was more than happy to allow Ripley to stay on base with Roach, she was wonderful for morale.

There was one small problem, the pup was growing up. Ripley wasn't formally trained and had no certification for Price to keep records of. So he and O'Connor got together and searched for someone to help Roach train Ripley. Price asked Laswell if she has any recommendations for either a K9 unit trainer, O'Connor was looking for a therapeutic animal specialist. Eventually both were found. They approached Roach and asked which he'd like for Ripley. It took Roach two days to ask for the therapy specialist.

'I don't want Rip to be hurt out on the field, I don't think it'd go well for anyone.' Roach signed to O'Connor and Price. A week later O'Conner introduced Samuel Gibson, the gentleman who'd be training Ripley.

Samuel was roughly the same age as Soap, and about the same height if a little short (5'4"). He had warm brown skin and tattoos from his neck down his arms and further, his right leg was a prosthetic. Sam had long curly black hair and bushie brows. He had deep chocolate brown eyes and a strong angular nose. He had a large swath of well kept stubble that framed his broad lips well. He had several ear piercings and a septum piercing. And Roach definitely didn't notice the tongue piercing that he caught glimpses of when Samuel spoke.

Soap and Gaz were quick to joke with Roach regarding his crush on the Australian man. Never directly around Sam because they're gentle men and would never throw their friend under the bus.

Roach's crush was evident to all who watched the pair work together with Ripley. The way Roach would just stare at Sam, how he blushes every time their hands would touch, how he'd stop everything he was doing to pay close attention to everything Sam said. Roach was generally a happy fellow but with Sam around it was almost like looking at the sun how brightly the boy beamed.

It helped that Ripley took to Sam's training wonderful. She was quick to learn and obey new every command Sam gave her.

It was only 2 months into Ripley's 2 years of training when Roach came to the team asking for advice. Gaz and Price were in a relationship currently and though Soap and Ghost had yet to make anything official it was a not so well kept secret amongst the 141. Roach was worried though, Sam is a civilian and it's very difficult to maintain a relationship as a soldier even with another soldier. They've all heard horror stories about soldiers coming home to partners who've cheated or just straight abandoned them. O'Connor was a very good example of such horror stories.

"Do you trust him?" O'Connor was the first to say anything after Roach ranted to them.

'Yes, he's sweet and kind, Rip loves him, you all seem to get along well with him... He makes me feel so bright !' Roach was squeaking while signing a slight blush peaking out from under his mask. 'He's learning BSL so he can teach Ripley to respond to them! He's wonderful but what if he doesn't swing that way?'

"You'll never know unless you ask Bug, be honest and open. And Roach, no matter what happens we're here for you." O'Connor smiles as the boy nods.

A few days later Roach approaches Sam with a small origami flower that Soap helped him make. The team was at a distance watching from different hiding places, Ghost had disappeared the closest to the duo but no one could find him. They watched as Roach spoke gesturing wildly with one hand, he left still behind his back. Once he was finished speaking he pulled the little oragmi flower from behind his back. Sam's hands gently took the flower before taking Roach's hand.

Everyone dispersed after that leaving them to have a more private moment once satisfied that nothing would happen to their boy. Roach would eventually rope everyone into helping him set up a date on base. But as a surprise to Roach the team set up an evening out on the town.

O'Connor sat up dinner reservations at a local restaurant, giving her bank information so they could order what they please. Soap sat up an evening stroll through the local botany and aviary house after hours. Price approved the full day off and gave Gaz his card to take Roach to get a new outfit to wear for the evenings out. Ghost was their escort for the night (he was the only one Price trusted with his car).

Roach hugged all of them once he met back up with them at a local pub after the date, Sam hanging on his arm when they first entered. The two kept the night going by drinking and chatting in the back booth.

After Ripley is officially certified as a therapy dog, the 141 still sees Sam. At events where civilians are allowed on base like birthdays, holidays, and visitation day. When Price lets them go off base Sam appears with his little Corgi; Boogs, so their dogs can play together while they go out to whatever date they're on. Anytime the 141 has to leave for missions Ripley went to Sam's care.

COD Master List

[jaimemes]

decided to take a short break from my deep dives to do a little bit of. morally grey good.

in case anyone was curious about the tools that beat the shit outta miguel. theyre four college students that ganged up on a high school dropout.

Edwardo Camerino Bustillos

Rafael Olmeda Vida

Alvaro Dominguez Fonseca

Ramona Dominguez Fonseca

here they are

[Video ID:

There are four young adults standing at the counter of the Deli. A man with a pompadour is grumbling as the video begins. The tailend of a sentence about a “damn feral Cyclizar” can be heard.

In the corner of the footage, a man with white hair prepares sandwiches behind the counter.

Then the butch with curly hair and a white shirt speaks up. "Quit the whining, Rafael. You should be celebrating."

The girl of the group stretches and laughs. "Yeah! I mean did you see the look on that kid's face? They looked utterly destroyed!"

The boy next to her elbows her. "Only because you got them good right in the nose! Right off the bat even! That shows the mutt for thinkin it could ever be better than us.”

/End Video ID.]

[hungergamesheadcanons]

I Volunteer!

@wylldebee you have started a fire in my mind that cannot be put out! Lucy Gray volunteers for Katniss in the Quarter Quell. it's a little naff because I haven't got Lucy Gray's characterisation down and I didn't want this to be crazy long but eh. May rework it later or do a more in depth one, we'll see.

"Katniss Everdeen."

The words everyone knew would sound echoed in the still air, even as Effie seemed to hold back tears. Katniss had her eyes closed on the podium, even as she started walking in front.

Suddenly, from the back of the neat rows of people, came a loud cry.

"I volunteer!"

Katniss froze in place, everyone's eyes turning to the person in the crowd who yelled. A brightly coloured dress, every colour of the rainbow, adorned her body, curly white hair falling past her shoulders. Her wrinkled skin still held a bit of a tan as she walked forward, looking around 80 years old. Despite her visible age, she had a spring in her step, as she quickly made her way down the aisle.

Effie looked like she was about to speak, to say that unfortunately she couldn't do that, when the old lady made a mocking bow to the camera.

"My name is Lucy Gray Baird," she smirked, "Victor of the 10th Hunger Games. I volunteer as tribute!"

The mayor was scrambling for records, the crowd in an uproar. Katniss herself was frozen to the podium, one foot prepared to step up next to Effie as she looked at Peeta and Haymitch, equally as dumbfounded as her.

Sure enough, the mayor came back, confirming Lucy Gray Baird had been a victor and that she was eligible for the Quarter Quell. The male reaping happened in a flash, Haymitch accepting his position as tribute and everyone being ushered to the cart. Lucy Gray seemed almost happy to be there, looking around the train car with excitement.

"Oh this is much nicer than my train," she grinned, plopping down on the couch. "We were shoved into cattle trucks. Do we still get shoved in the zoo? I haven't watched in a while. Makes me feel sick."

"I - no?" Katniss stuttered, tentatively sitting next to her. She still had to attend as a mentor, not as a tribute, and she was so confused that she just didn't know what to do. "The zoo?"

"Oh yeah." Lucy Gray nodded, face serious. "I was in the first games where we had mentors you know. Ours were Capitol students, trying to find ways to make the Games more viewable. I remember my mentor ran into the van they shoved us in, travelled with us all the way to the zoo. Of course, he ended up being shoved out by peacekeepers, but only after he introduced me to the cameras. Lucky Flickerman - god I hated him - tried to pretend like sticking us in the monkey exhibit was a good thing. We weren't given food or shelter or anything, poor Jessup developed rabies if I remember correctly. Nearly killed me in that arena if that water hadn't been sent."

"You do, realise that this is gonna be completely different to your games right?" Haymitch asked, almost sounding scared. "This is a lot more high tech and it's not in that gladiator arena anymore."

"Oh I know, and I expect to die." Lucy Gray shrugged it off, "After all, I only won my games because my mentor cheated."

"Cheated?"

"Oh yeah, apparently there was never supposed to be a victor. He managed to get my scent into the snakes so they wouldn't attack - they were the first mutts, you know. He was supposed to be exiled, but he managed to come back and work his way up to a high position. I wonder how he's gonna react to seeing me again." She chuckled bitterly.

"And who was your mentor?" Effie asked quietly, watching Lucy Gray break out into a wicked grin.

"Oh, you don't know? My mentor was Coriolanus Snow."

The rest of their time passed in a blur. What Lucy didn't know was that by volunteering, she had prevented the need for a rebellion. When he confirmed that it was Lucy Gray, President Snow had summoned her to a meeting, where he accidentally ingested rat poison that had been mixed into water. Lucy Gray had drunk from the same pitcher, dying in the medical wing after the interviews where she revealed the truth behind the 10th Hunger Games and sang the song she claimed saved her life. Everyone seemed to be wandering around in a daze as the Quarter Quell was cancelled, the Capitol in an uproar after Finnick Odair took the opportunity to reveal the secrets he knew.

District 13 took their opportunity, seizing control of the central government. There were a few riots here and there, but they were quickly suppressed, and The Hunger Games went down in history as a horrible punishment that was intended to be a drunken assignment save for the actions of the Snow family.

Once a year, the people of Panem now meet up to mourn the loss of those forced to participate in the Hunger Games, a large memorial in each district commemorating those lost. Photos of each tribute lost were placed behind clear resin to protect them from erosion, and songs would be sung in every district and the Capitol itself to mourn their loss. The arenas were preserved - no longer as a tourist destination, but as a stern reminder of what had come to pass. The arena for the 75th Hunger Games, that had never been used, was used to show children the depravity of their government and the senseless cruelty inflicted on those the Capitol deemed beneath them.

Many Victors came out with memoirs. Finnick Odair's book became a bestseller, compiling information he had learned from Lucy Gray in their short time together in training, information from those he had slept with, and his own experiences as a victor who was sold. Johanna and Haymitch weren't far behind, their recollections of their own games and how their families were murdered making a grisly addition to every bookshelf.

And the truth of the games lived on, until it was naught but a distant memory.

Sometimes freedom didn't have to be acquired through fighting.

Sometimes freedom is poisoning yourself and your old lover to exact vengeance upon him.