#little nightmares hunters hounds

[redtoondevils]

I've drawn another Image of the Hunters hounds, in a closer perspective. And this time, I've added a description for them from the DA post.

Full Description below.

Name: 'Gene Canis.' Stuffed Mongeral(s). Otherwise known as "Stuffed mutts." Given to them to abbreviate the term.

These creatures, were once ordinary dogs, that were taken by the Hunter. Who got tamed, first, and for a while, before being killed off.

And are re modified. Still keeping their previous memory of being tamed. Turning them into those mutated stuffed dummies.

Like their master, they are vicious, degenerative, aggressive, and have became a stubborn, reckless killer. Who's motive is to kill, and hunt by their master's command.

But, they don't always listen to him, as they can be, at times, act repulsive and be disobedient. They forgotten what it's like to be a dog, since their hardwiring, they act upon what they think like they do. With a brain-dead mindset.

They lack feelings, and have poor decision making, where they don't think about their safety. And on occasion get themselves, into trouble.

Though, they're animal instincts still resides. As they can still locate where you are, with their good hearing.

Their internal organs has been removed, with a few receptors intact, such as their nerves, saliva glands, and their skeletal frame still being inside, that holds their body frame. They have a high pain tolerance, and so it gets them to ignore their pain signals.

They can't eat, and sneeze, but they can sniff. They can communicate between the packs, and can be extremely dangerous, if not dealt with quickly.

They are not to be underestimated, by any means. It is advised that you stay clear from them, for your sake. If you get provoked by one, by best of luck...You might not get away so easily.

These monsters are based on the concept idea of the media. This taxidermized dog is drawn by me.

The videogame concepts, are being credited to the Little Nightmares company. Bandai Namco, and Supermassive games.

Hope you enjoy!

[dontbesoweirdkira]

Could you write a possessive flavored yandere Erron black?

“Sweetheart…where are you hidin’? I know you’re here. Come out, come out, wherever you are.”

A/N: yes sirrrrr. I’m sorry I realized I got a little bit distracted while writing and didn’t follow the request exactlyyyy…oopsies. I’ve never written Erron so I do hope he’s in character enough. Thank you so much for requesting. I hope you enjoy. Just request again if you want a specific scenario.

Warnings: Yandere/toxic themes, kidnapping, talks of murder, threats, obsession

Requests: open 24/7

Masterlist

Being tracked down by a bounty hunter-cowboy was definitely not on this year's bingo card.

You had no clue you were putting yourself in the middle of something far greater than anything you could imagine. That a little celebratory trip down to the local pub would turn into you hiding for your life.

“Sweetheart…where are you hidin’? I know you’re here. Come out, come out, wherever you are.” A deep husky, southern voice taunted

You remained stiff, curled into a tight ball, silently praying for a way out of this nightmare.

How could you be so damn stupid. How did you not notice something off about the man? Why didn’t the alarm bells go off for you the second he walked in? And why were you just now putting the pieces together ?

~~~

From the way he had dressed to the way the atmosphere changed from the second he walked in…you were so oblivious.

Tipsy and blissful you had thought his outfit was the coolest thing since sliced bread. Unknowingly, you thought he was a part of one of the larp groups in the area. gleefully, you struck up a conversation with the fella.

“You know, you are one, if not the coolest motherfucker I’ve ever seen in my entire life. I wish I had a cowboy hat like that.”

Amused, the man had decided to take a seat next to you and indulge in the conversation.

“Well a mighty thank you, princess. You know you are one, if not the prettiest woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on. Names’ Erron, what brings someone like you to a place like this?”

“Haha I’m y/n and thank you! I’m here to celebrate a bonus I finally got from my boss. I’ve been hounding her about it for months and I’m so happy to finally get it,. Times been rough, y’know?”

“Oh don’t I know it, baby doll.”

From there you guys chatted it up, flirted back and forth, and shared a few drinks. Not even realizing the staleness of the rest of the Pub.

Everyone, except for you, seemed to know exactly who Erron was. They recognized that man wasn’t just here to socialize, he was there to collect.

~~~

You had found the perfect hiding space, just under the performance stage, behind the small curtains.

Luckily, no one noticed you crawling over to it, seemingly not even the cowboy. Everyone was far too busy with their own business to care about you in the heat of the moment.

It kept you safe enough from all the commotion that went down, just moments earlier, protecting you from all the stray bullets that unfortunately caught a few others.

The cowboy had a hefty bounty to collect if he successfully killed the man he was after…which also happened to be a frequent patron of the pub.

The man that everyone turned their heads to look at when he arrived, the man that turned Erron Black from a fun-loving conversationalist to a bloodthirsty monster.

You could hear the heavy thudding of his thick metal boots, treading the wooden floor as he tried to find you.

“I’m so sorry about all that, doll. Erron had some business to take care of…I hope you understand.” He had tried to make his voice sweet to make you feel safe enough to come out. Like he hadn’t just murdered the entire bar.

The sound of chairs and tables being thrown, and cabinets being searched sent a sharp fear down your throat and into your stomach.

You couldn’t see it but you could hear just how erratic he was becoming searching for you.

“I know you’re a little frightened but don’t worry I’m not gunna hurt ya darlin’…I think we have something special going on. Wouldn’t ya’ agree?”

Erron wasn’t leaving that place without you. You’ve charmed the dangerous cowboy enough to win him over so like hell he would leave you here! He’s not done with you just yet. Besides you’ve seen too much, either way he’d still have to find you to kill you.

“You looked mighty fine tonight…why don’t ya say’, we go back to my place. Not like there’s any other men here to take you home…”

You could hear his boots pick up pace on the hard wood as he walked over to the bar before they stopped. Clinking of a glass could be heard before the pouring of a drink.

“Come on pretty please.” The irritation in his voice began to rise, his patience with you wavering

Erron usually isn’t this patient, and for a moment he’d thought about just setting the place ablaze and just letting you die like that. But Erron knew if he did, he wouldn’t be able to live with himself for a while. Something about you just couldn’t escape his mind. He needed to see that precious little face again.

A deep sigh filled the air before it became completely silent. It lasted quite some time, far longer than just a beat. Nearly ten minutes had passed and curiosity started to get the better of you.

What the hell was he doing? He couldn’t of left. Not that silently at least. You hadn’t heard a single sound, not even the sound of him drinking…was he just sitting there?

You wanted to get a good look, maybe he was distracted enough to sneak past?

Carefully, you leaned forward enough to grab a little bit of the curtain that lined the front of the platform, gently pushing it aside…only enough to see him. He sat haphazardly on the bar stool, with one leg planted on the ground to keep his balance and the other placed on the leg rest. His head face downwards and his hat hung low, shadowing his face and in his hands he still held the glass he earlier had drank from.

As if he could feel the gentle wind of the curtain being moved, Erron suddenly shattered the glass he was holding, causing it to catch you off guard and send you falling forward onto the cold, hardwood floor.

The cowboy released a chilling chuckle, one just as violent and twisted as he was.

You had fell right into his trap, there wasn’t any time to escape or run and hide again before he was removing that curtain and pulling you out from under the stage

“Darlin’, my job is catching people. You really thought that I wouldn’t find you? Truthfully, I knew exactly where you were the whole time. I just wanted to see if you’d come out for me if I’d ask~.”

“P-please…let me go. I-I didn’t do anything to you please—“ you squirmed tremendously as you tried your best to free your limbs from his grasp.

He shook his head and tsk’ed

“I would’ve let you go if you’d been good for me…you made me wait so long for you. Love is patient, I however, am not.”

“I’m so sorry-I was sca—“

“Shh it’s okay. I’ll teach ya how to reaaal be obedient.”

“Are you going to kill me..please—I don’t wanna die. I’m sorry please—.“

He let out another chilling laugh, this time a bit more dry.

“Oh i'm not going to kill you…I like you enough not to.—“ taking out and unwind I the rope from his hip, he continued

“You’re comin’ with me, Y/N. You’re gunna my new lil’ pet.”

[angeart]

hunted hybrids au rambles

this is an au me and @linkito made for our scarian RP, so just beware it’s focused solely on these two and it’s self-indulgent. CWs, i suppose, are themes of violence and dehumanisation of hybrids, and mention of self harm (feather plucking).

the basic premise is that hermitcraft’s code got attacked. think season 8 moon big and ground deteriorating underneath their feet, but it’s all more rapid and out of the blue. they don’t get a chance to investigate or prepare. it’s just. happening. so obviously, confusion and panic.

and then the hermits get scattered, to other worlds, seemingly indiscriminately and at random, as hermitcraft implodes. 

grian and scar end up in the same world, but it takes them about a week to realise. (a very horrible week, mind you.) their comms don’t work quite right here. 

now, where they’ve ended up is a very, very hybrid-hostile world. think rough people and black markets and criminal societies. think hunters and bloodhounds and phantom-dragons that screech through the night. think traps and watchtowers and rotting forests without a bird-chirp in them.

this world considers hybrids to be something to hunt. something to take apart and sell and gloat about. vexes are disliked and killed for sport, for  bragging rights. there’s no mercy in that. avians, though? avian wings are seen as a commodity, a decoration. something to make money out of and claim a different kind of prestige from. 

... did i mention this world is permadeath?

yeah.

so here we have these two hermits, and i think it’s important to note that the life games aren’t a thing in this universe. they never experienced a situation where they have to fight for their life. they find themselves here, stranded and alone, not knowing if their home even still exists or what happened to the others and if there’s anyone left out there who will be looking for them. 

maybe they try to look for help, used to friendly communities and little to no consequences.

maybe they get glares and smirks and weapons pulled on them.

maybe they realise the error they’ve made. maybe they realise that this is no place to seek help.

and then they run.

and all they can do is keep on running.

(the wood is rotten. the animals are scarce, next to none - have they even seen any? besides the wailing hounds? they can’t remember. the resources are hidden, stashed away in the communities they are desperate to get as much distance from as possible. the land is dark, and eerie, and unfamiliar. it’s late autumn, toppling into winter, air chilly and frosty, and they are so, so very underprepared.)

i think this is a good time to note that i chose violet-backed starling as the bird-base for grian in this au. because the wings are brilliant and bright and vibrant. they’re rare. expensive. very, very much wanted. (very hard to hide in a drab late-autumn.) 

scar and grian meet under dire circumstances: a hunter de-routed from going after scar by a call for backup, to a violet-winged avian—an information scar overhears—a trophy too precious to walk away from. this is the moment scar has the startling, horrifying realisation that grian is also trapped in this world. (he hears  him before he sees him, and he’d know that voice anywhere.) (he never heard him scream like this before—)

long story short, grian gets hurt, scar goes a little feral, and together they escape, to seek out shelter and supplies in a world that seems determined to strip everything away from them. it’s getting colder, and they have nowhere to go but deeper into the forest, hoping that they’ll eventually go far enough that the hunters will give up. (a feeble, impossible hope.) 

please think about them being so confused and destabilised over the realisation that they’re no longer alone. the complicated feeling of relief of having someone familiar and safe there, and the absolutely nauseating terror of having them there, because it means they’re stuck in this nightmare, too. the struggle to keep each other alive and sane through it. the way how something so normal and taken for granted gets turned upside down—and gentle touch now feels so unfamiliar. (oh how they need that softness, in a world that is only ever harsh and cruel.)

the (so far) two drawings i made for this au are:

1. them curled up into each other, wrapped up in a blanket, trying to keep warm and survive the night. please note that scar is pressed against grian’s back, protecting the part of him that now feels the most vulnerable. (grian’s wings are a huge target. a beacon beckoning the hunters closer.) grian used to sleep (on those rare moments when he actually allowed himself to stop and nap) with his wings pressed against hard, rough, cold edges, just to hide them. just to make them less visible, just to make himself a little less vulnerable. (his feathers are a mess.)

2. on that note. the second drawing touches on grian’s complicated feelings about his wings that come from all this trauma. because all those pretty feathers do is drag danger to them. because he used to love them and they used to be his pride and joy and they let him feel free, but he can’t even fly anymore (the sky is too open; there are too many airborne hunters and watchtowers). and it’s these damned feathers that cause him and, more importantly, scar to get hurt and have to run and run and run even when they feel like they can’t anymore. 

grian is so upset with his feathers. they feel like a curse. they feel like a burden. they feel like he’ll never not be terrified as long as he has them. he’s tired and in pain and cornered and desperate, and he wants them gone. and so what if he cries. what if he starts plucking them out, urgent, frustrated, panicked sharp yanks, and—

and scar is there, and he’s shushing him and telling him to stop. telling him that his wings are beautiful, and they’re his, and scar won’t let anyone else touch them, ever. it’s okay. it’s okay it’s okay it’s okay. (nothing is okay.)

//full drawings are linked so feel free to check them out if you're interested :3

------ @motherofplatypus a bit late but here you go! the requested au rambles

[what-have-i-unleashed]

stealth lesson

just a little play of hide-and-seek with our favorite soldier boy cross.

unbeta-ed and unedited as always.

(cw: exhibitionism (kinda?), some hunter/prey going on)

"hide-and-seek?" cross asks, incredulous, to which killer gives a nod.

"you're decent at fighting. but stealth-wise? terrible. we need to work on that."

cross raises his eyebrow ridge and looks at the two skeletons behind his 'handler'. they're all standing in the training ground near the forest. it's the first time cross sees them up this close, and they're just as intimidating as seen from afar. horror and dust, cross remembers from the brief introduction nightmare gave him the other week.

killer notices where cross is looking at, and not very helpfully adds, "they're here as... additional support."

"for what?" cross questions, squinting his eyes and folding his arms across his chest. he doesn't want to admit feeling a bit apprehensive by the situation.

"not for you, that's for sure," horror chimes in, giving cross a dreadful smile with a small tilt of his head. cross scowls at him in return.

"no need to scare the newbie, egghead," killer says, though he sends horror a light smirk, clearly finding the antic amusing. turning to cross, he continues, "let's say, we're going to be seekers and you're the one hiding. no shortcut allowed. more challenge for you, isn't it, soldier boy?"

"no fun if there's no prize though," dust, being quiet the whole time, finally speaks up, as the other three turns to him.

"you're right," killer hums. "maybe we should add something as... incentive."

"how about," dust steps past killer to stand face-face-face with cross, tilting his head up at the monochrome skeleton and sporting a grin, "every time we find you, you lose one piece of clothing? how does that sound?"

"what?!" cross blusters, his face flushing purple. killer and horror exchange an indescribable look behind dust's back. cross tries to regain his composure as he speaks to the skeleton in front of him, "are you- what- why did you say that?!"

"scared, crossy?" killer whistles at him jeeringly.

"how about we play for two hours only?" horror muses, his eye locked onto cross.

"five-minute head start for you too," dust adds. "it's just a little bit of fun."

cross looks from one skeleton monster to another, his face heating up at the unwavering attention he's getting. he knows what he's going to say before he opens his mouth to answer.

it's been an hour and cross is getting more and more desperate as he waddles through the forest to find a place to hide. he didn't expect either killer or horror to be such skilled trackers. which should make sense honestly - they're nightmare's hounds after all. horror has found him most of the times, and gleefully watched as cross was ordered to take off his clothes piece by piece. thank the stars cross' usual uniform has many layers, or else he would have been butt-naked way too soon in the game.

but at least, cross can admit that this game is teaching him something. footprints are the most obvious way to be tracked down. any disturbance is the trail or dirt would lead his pursuers to him. he needs to be as quiet as possible while traversing the areas, else they would hear him moving around and clock exactly where he is.

however, learning facts is easier than coming up with solutions and applying them. it's not long before killer catches up to him, a taunting smile on his face as he leisurely watches cross take off his belt.

"aww, i kinda want to see more there," killer whines in the most fake annoying voice ever. his smile is unchanging as he rests his chin on his fist.

"oh shut up already," cross shoots back, unable to stop his embarrassed blush appearing on his face.

"heh, how many times have you been caught already? you're down to your sweater and shorts there."

"urghh," cross groans. "you and horror are so insistent it's starting to get annoying."

"dust hasn't caught you yet?"

"not once."

"... hmm you know, crossy," killer says after a while. "if you want to call it quits here, then no problem."

cross gives killer a strange look. "i'm not a quitter."

killer shakes his head, seeming amused. "your loss, soldier. better start going before anyone else catches up."

and catch up someone does. not even ten minutes later, horror captures cross again. and this time cross furiously takes off his sweater as horror taps his fingers on his forearm.

"you should probably give up. what? you only have your shorts left."

"i'm not quitting."

it is quiet. too quiet. it's been half an hour since he sees any of the others. it doesn't usually take them this long to find him. so either they are dawdling around somewhere, or they are taking pity on him.

... as if.

maybe this time his hiding attempts are finally paying off. practice makes perfect and all that. cross feels a giddy feeling in his soul, threatening to buzz over his body. finally.

but he can't celebrate just yet. carefully shifting his position on the tree branch so as not to rustle the leaves too much, he tries to look down around him to see if there's any sign of the murderous trio. nothing as of yet.

oh, maybe he'll actually win this infernal game, and then they wi-

ping!

cross doesn't realize his soul has been turned blue until it's too late. he's thrown off the tree and into the dirt below. lifting his head, he sees dust casually jumping off from somewhere above and walking towards him.

"how long have you been here?" cross bemoans.

"doesn't matter," dust shrugs his shoulders, his eyes intensely locked onto cross. "you lost."

"... do i really have to take my shorts off?"

"that's the rules. though," dust stops at cross' feet and crouches down, his face near cross' heated one, "i accept other punishments."

cross breathes out, hesitantly, "... like what?"

dust doesn't say anything. he takes one of his gloves off with his own teeth, eyes looking at cross the entire time. cross watches, dazed, as dust glides his ungloved hand up from the soldier's chin to his cheeks. his thumb traces small circles around the corner of cross' mouth, silently asking for cross to open his mouth. cross obliges, and dust leans in, fingers exploring the rows of teeth under him. his thumb stops at one of cross' fangs and stays there. cross looks up at dust inquisitively. but dust again doesn't say anything, only staring down at him from above, his hood obscuring his face.

finally, dust breaks into a wide grin, "cute."

what. cross blinks. and before he can question any further, dust's hand leaves his mouth with a trail of saliva. dust wipes it on cross' shorts before standing up and dusting himself.

"... that's it?" cross asks, surprised by how breathless and timid he sounds.

dust puts his hands in his jacket pocket. "you want more?"

cross startles. "no! no, i mean- you're sure you-"

"yeah, that's enough for me," dust cuts him off. "you reactions are amusing enough. see you later, lover boy."

with that, he shortcuts away, leaving cross flustered in the empty field.

"you know, you're kinda mean to the newbie, dusty."

"... i don't know what you're talking about."

"really? stalking him from up above since the beginning and sending us his locations is not mean behavior?"

"nothing in the rules says i can't do that."

"like i said, meaaaan."

[meshaamem-li]

content I CONSUMED

idk this is just a list of shit I watched or played and stuff, ignore this I just like making lists.

rankings (my rankings are subjective and based on how much impact that thing had on my psyche, don't take it too seriously):

S A B C D F

(explanation about the rankings: B is good, C is fine, D is meh and F is bad, A is for "wow I really like this" and S is for "absolutely obsessed")

ANIME:

a silent voice

aggretsuko

assassination classroom

attack on titan

BNA: brand new animal

carole and teusday

darling in the franxx

death note

death parade

dungeon meshi

evangelion

fairy tail

full metal alchemist

full metal alchemist brotherhood

free

haikyuu

high-rise invasion

hunter x hunter

jujutsu kaisen

Komi can't communicate

kotaro lives alone

kuroko no basuke

madoka magica

Magical Girl Raising Project

my hero academia

noragami

ouran highschool host club

parasyte

scott pilgrim takes off

soul eater

spy x family

stars align

summertime rendering

the disastrous life of saiki k

your lie in april

BOOKS:

percy jackson

CARTOONS:

arcane

avatar

back in the barnyard

bee and puppycat

big hero 6 the series

bojack horseman

carmen sandiego

danny phantom

ducktales 2017

fairly OddParents

glitch techs

gravity falls

hazbin hotel

helluva boss

hilda

how to train your dragon (the tv series)

infinity train

inside job

kim possible

kipo

lackadaisy

miraculous ladybug

murder drones

my little pony

Phineas and Ferb

rick and morty

rise of the tmnt

scooby doo mystery incorporated

She-Ra

steven universe

tangled the series

teenage mutant ninja turtles 2012

the amazing digital circus

the legend of korra

the owl house

the penguins of Madagascar

velma

wander over yonder

GAMES:

ace attorney

deltarune

detroit become human

genshin impact

hollow knight

mystic messenger

omori

project sekai

undertale

underworld office (small mobile game)

LIVE ACTION SHOWS:

BBC sherlock

merlin

the good place

queen's gambit

הפיג'מות

MOVIES:

101 dalmatians

a goofy movie

aladin

arrietty

atlantis

bambi

beauty and the beast

bee movie

big hero 6

bolt

brave

captain underpants

cars

cinderella

coco

cruella (I'm mad at how good it was)

deadpool

encanto

everything everywhere all at once

finding nemo

frozen

hercules

Howl's moving castle

how to train your dragon

inside out

kiki's delivery service

klaus

kong fu panda

lilo & stitch

marvel movies till endgame

meet the Robinsons

megamind

moana

monsters inc

mr. peabody & sherman

mulan

mune guardian of the moon

my neighbor totoro

nimona

onward

peter pan

pinocchio

princess mononoke

puss in boots

puss in boots the last wish

ratatouille

rise of the guardians

road to el dorado

robots

scary movie

scott pilgrim vs the world

shrek

sleeping beauty

snow white

spider man into/across the spiderverse

spirited away

star wars (original trilogy)

star wars (prequels)

tangled

the emperor's new groove

the fox and the hound

the hunchback of notre dame

the incredibles

the lion king

the little mermaid

the mitchells vs the machines

the nightmare before Christmas

the prince of Egypt

the princess and the frog

the son of bigfoot

the sword in the stone

toy story

treasure planet

up

wall-e

whisper of the heart

wreck it Ralph

zootopia

OTHER:

hermitcraft

sanders sides

here's my watchlist, feel free to suggest me stuff!

[ms-oswald]

hold my hand | sihtric

author’s note: a little something for Sihtric. It took a moment to figure out. Hope you enjoy :) Lots of love & stay safe 💕

      She was barely standing, her feet sore and her ankles bruised from the multiple tumbles she had taken through the night.

It was a full moon, her glow was cast across the realm and reaching as much of the land as she could. The trees were mighty and proud as their shadow radiated onto the hidden field, creating nightmares from within.

Nightmares from pure darkness.

The violent barking of the hound struck her to her core, her body almost pulling her to the ground.

The animal stood tall in front of her, glaring and snaring at her scent. His teeth shined against his dark fur, the colour matching the pitch black sight of the night, with his saliva trickling down the grass.

Her breath was stuck in her throat, imprisoned in her lungs as her eyes held their gaze against the animal, unable to move.

Terror covered her body as her drenched skin shivered from the cold.

She tried to calm it, to persuade it to remain gentle but it wasn’t budging. Still persistent, it was attracting the attention of the very men she was running away from.

The hound approached her, his growling matching every step forward; noticing it was closing the distance between them, she started stepping back in an attempt to run.

Not even knowing where she was going, she struck her body against a rough surface; she wasn’t registering what had happened.

Only when she felt pressure around her did she realize she had bumped into another person; stuck between two stones, there was no way she was going to make it out alive. Death was coming either in the form of a beast, or in the hands of a Dane.

     He held on, her back against his chest as his hand covered her mouth, silencing any attempt at sound.

With his free hand, he threw his dagger against the dog, hitting it instantly.

The silence almost came as a comfort. Almost.

With the animal now dead, she was dragged away and forced to follow the man caging her, his arms still holding her hostage. She tried to fight him off even though she knew her weakened strength was no match for him.

She was then pushed against the trunk of a tree with the stranger moving in front of her. Her back became sore from the impact as her mind was adjusting to her new situation.

He hadn’t let go of her yet, his right hand still covering her mouth to stifle her cries.

He could see the fear in her eyes; her heart was about to give out, abandoning all hope of survival.

She was trying to free herself, hitting him where she could to distract him. But in vain, he re-affirms his grip while attempting to be gentle.

The rustle of grass struck her frozen.

Someone was coming their way.

The moonlight’s reflection was weak to her eyes, but he could tell hunters were about to cross their paths.

Catching her sight, he still hasn’t spoken a word. All he did was place a finger over his lips, gesturing her to remain quiet and calm while the men passed by.

His stance changed as he prepared to fight.

He slowly let her go, turning his back to her.

As he did, she noticed a scar on the right side of his face, near his hairline. It took her a moment, but she eventually recognized who was her captor and her heart dropped.

Gravitating to the ground, her body closed in on itself as she crouched with her knees pressed against her chest. Her fingers went straight for the crucifix that hung hidden around her neck; she started praying silently, the words spilling out like waterfall.

All the while her eyes remained closed as her hands moved to her ears, blocking all the noise. All she could hear was the ringing inside her head, her heart pounding against her chest.

She prayed, practically begging for God to save her, to whisk her away from this torture, to take her away and never bring her back.

     Only when she felt skin at her chin did she open her eyes.

The Dane matched her height, his fingers lifting her head to his eyes while catching his breath. He defeated the two men who had been looking for her.

Her heart sunk further into her gut, hiding away.

“P-plea-se-” The plead was a broken whisper. Her dried throat could barely muster her voice to reach her chords. It didn’t stop her. She pushed through, the muscle working with the pain in her chest. “Don’t take me back to him. Don’t take me back to your f-ather.”

At her words, Sihtric realized she hadn’t known of his changed loyalties, that he had left his father’s side and was now serving a new lord.

She was still holding onto her threaded pendant, her knuckles turning white.

The strength of her beating heart was resonating through every inch of her body and soul, the noise singing in her ears. It almost deafened his words, not comprehending what he was trying to tell her.

He took a step back, giving her space.

She tried getting up to her feet, but was not able to succeed; her ankles were failing as anchors. She attempted again at standing up, using her hands to grasp onto the bark of the tree. All the while, Sihtric was right there, ready to jump in and help her if she were to fall again.

“D-don’t hurt me. I-I beg yo-u.” She spoke again, her voice trembling against her lips. She couldn’t look away from him, her eyes stuck to his. “Don’t bring me back - I’ll do anything, just please let me go. Give me freedom.”

Her stance broke his heart.

He approached her, gently in reassurance as he spoke her name, the spelling across his tongue sending shivers down his spine.

“Aelyth-”

She panicked; the walls around her violently grew tall, blocking him as she forced herself away. “N-no! Please don’t hurt me.” She backed out, her eyes quickly looking down at the dead bodies before shifting back to him. “I know he is your father, but please understand- I-I can’t go back. I would rather die.”

The words came just as she felt ready for them. If it had to be done, so be it.

With whatever strength was residing in her, she lunged for one of the fallen weapons - a dagger.

He was startled by her sudden movement, finding her standing with the tip of a knife against her chest. The pressure was close to breaking her skin. “If you move any closer, I will push this dagger right into my heart.”

The determination in her words left him emotional, the small seed growing in the pit of his stomach. “Don’t do this.”

“I’m not going back.” She was holding onto the hilt for dear life. “He is cruel, and brutal an-and- I can’t be a slave any longer-” Every word spilling out of her brought despair with her next sentence. “He makes me want to die.” She let out a sob, the sound caught in the back of her throat as her hands started to shake.

She pushed the dagger a little bit deeper, just enough to cut her skin.

A thin red line crossed over the fabric of her clothes; despite the darkness, he could see the blood seep through.

There was urgency in his movements. “I’m not taking you back.” His eyes were kept on the weapon, her bruised skin throbbing from the discomfort. He swallowed the lump in his throat, praying to his gods she could trust him. “I won’t, I promise.”

She thought her ears had tricked her. She frowned, shocked at his words. “W-what?”

“Yes, Kjartan is my father - as much as I hate it. But I’m not loyal to him.”

She still couldn’t comprehend it. It wasn’t making sense. Even though she had begged for it, a part of her somehow felt she was going to be dragged back to Dunholm.

“I thought-” She was formulating her words too slowly, her mind racing at the hundreds of thoughts pouring through. She remained quiet for a moment, uncertain of how to feel. “Don’t you want to make him proud?”

“Why would I want to do that?”

“You’re his son, his blood-” She was stating the obvious, so why was he not understanding?

But he knew what her mind was thinking. Of course it made sense - what son didn’t want to make their father proud?

Ever so gently, he stepped towards her. She was still lost in her thoughts, not knowing now where she stood.

When the dagger grew heavy, she snapped back to reality, completely flustered.

Sihtric stood very close to her. He held onto the knife at the hilt, his hand shadowing hers. “You have my word, Aelyth. You are not going back to him. I swear it.” The sound of his voice was soft and soothing, almost too a whisper, bringing about a sense of calmness.

A feeling she completely bypassed.

How could he simply turn his back so easily on his own father? Whatever feeling was gnawing in her gut, she was clinging to it, hesitant to believe him.

“Come with me.” He tried to be persuasive, to make her believe he had good intentions.

She shook her head at his request, not trusting the young Dane.

She was left speechless, not letting go of her weapon. Her grip tightened to such strength, any more and the palms of her hands could bleed from the shock.

With a broken heart, he let her go.

He couldn’t push her to follow him. He wasn’t going to become violent and forceful when all she needed was kindness and hope.

She had caught his eyes a few years ago, and since then, all he ever wanted was to set her free and take her away from their hellhole.

He deeply cared for her, something she never knew.

She lived in a world where pain and dread draped her the way skin drapes tissue and bone. So how could she even think that a Saxon would be of romantic interest to a Dane?

She never looked or thought of him the way he did for her; her body and soul not allowing her to even feel anything else that could remotely make her life tolerable.

Sihtric was a shy young man around her; the small moments they shared whenever they were in the same room together were his favourite. Nothing had to be said, her presence was enough to make him timidly smile, his eyes following her around.

He was taken by her and hoped to the gods she felt the same.

She should’ve known, realized that he was nothing like his father. That his words were true.

He was always the only one that was kind to her. Even on the worst days, he never laid a hand on her, nor was he rough or violent like the rest of them. He was quiet, gentle and patient, secretly looking out for her whenever he could.

It was the smallest of things he would do that made her forced stay mildly bearable.

It was seeing him in the crowd, the caring look in his eyes that calmed her heart whenever she would march into a storm.

    And yet, when it came to the moment where she could trust him, nothing came to be.

Whether he was telling the truth or lying - she didn’t want to risk it.

She stepped away from him, distraught.

“N-no-” Another sob was caught in her throat, overwhelming every fibre of her being. “You are one of his- I-I can’t trus-t you.”

These words, though spoken out of fear, sent heartache to his core; it changed in the way he looked at her, something she noticed. He looked sad, almost, she thought.

How could he convince her?

Time suspended in the air, the moment ended when footsteps and voices could be heard.

Hell was coming back for her.

Panic rose in her chest as the dagger dropped on the ground.

She barely gave him a glance, her feet suddenly finding strength to run.

She left the Dane and slipped away, not giving him the chance to catch her.

How could she have known it was only an army sneaking its way into Dunholm - all for the goal to defeat Kjartan.

She disappeared into the darkness of the forest, leaving him to run in his own direction, urgently going back to find Uthred.

    The moon was still shining bright into the woods, her comforting light seeping through the leaves of the trees.

The atmosphere around her had calmed down. By then, her body was failing her; fatigue grew stronger with every step as her chest throbbed from the pain she had inflicted just a few moments ago.

She prayed to God for the morning to come faster, or at least for the darkness of the remaining night to protect her.

Starved, hurt and depleted, she was close to giving up.

With the weighted breath that left her lungs, she eventually collapsed on the mudded ground, shivers kissing her skin at the touch of the cold and wet grass.

She remained still, exhausted.

Her mind raced, her thoughts recounting over and over again the events that had occurred with Sihtric. If he was truly no longer loyal to his father, did she make a mistake running away from him?

She tried to make the voices in her head convince her she made the right choice.

Embarking on a silent conversation, she tried to persuade every inch of instinct that held onto her that he was lying - that it was too good to be true. He had followed her, ran after her, that’s why she bumped into him in the middle of a deserted forest.

But then again, why did he protect her? Why did he fight his father’s men when they came for her?

Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, covering her view as they trickled down her cheeks.

She embraced her bruised body as she laid down on the dirt, her heart breaking apart.

That damn conversation did nothing to convince she had made the right choice. It had become an endless loop, replaying itself over and over again until an ache settled in, covering every part of her - physically, mentally and emotionally.

It was unbearable, too much to handle while remaining awake.

The sounds of howling wolves, hooting owls and chirping insects had become soundtrack to her moment. Deaf to her ears, they were here regardless and adding impact to her stifled cries.

    It was the morning after their victory; Uthred and his group of men had bid their goodbyes as they headed back to Wessex.

While marching on, Sihtric quickened his pace as he wanted to reach the forest as soon as possible and hoped, by the love of the gods, she was still there and alive.

Following the path into the woods, he got off his horse and started his search from where they met, trying to look for any sign of movements. He held onto his pendant, praying the gods could help him find her.

Time had passed long enough that he was just about to give up; he was on the verge of losing hope.

“Sihtric.”

He turned around at the sound of his name, his eyes finding Finan standing a few feet away. The Irishman signalled his friend to come over, silently guiding him to what he had found.

She was curled up tightly, giving the illusion her body was merging with the roots of the tree.

Sihtric rushed over and at his sight, his heart stopped. He thought her dead.

Ever so slowly, he approached her and kneeled down, gently moving the strands of her hair away from her face.

She was breathing.

A rush of relief washed over him, not realizing he had been holding his breath.

The whispers and shadows stirred her awake. Once she opened her eyes, she saw a body hovering above her.

Sudden panic settled in again, taking over her limbs as she straighten her back and pushed herself further against the tree. The abrupt movement created a burning sensation to her palms, her hands hurting as they became anchors against the grass.

“Are you alright?”

His voice sounded far away, her sight trying to adjust to her new surrounding. She felt disoriented, last night’s events slowly creeping back into her mind.

This scene made her speechless.

“Is she hurt?”

It was a woman’s voice - that she knew; Hild had spoken up, not too loud as to startle her.

She leaned away from Sihtric, her head tilting to find a small group of people staring back at her, all on their horses.

Confused, the pace of her heart increased, the muscle fighting for survival against her chest.

Mute and terrorized, the trauma of the night had carried over into a new day; that’s all she could think.

“Aelyth…” The way her name sounded against the sound of his voice felt oddly soothing. There was no roughness, no anger. He was only worried, trying to remain calm.

It was only when Sihtric spoke up again did her gaze revert back to him.

“It is all over. Kjartan is dead.”

“What?” Even though he spoke, his words had no meaning; her brain still trying to catch up, she couldn’t understand the significance of the moment.

He tried again, still gentle, still patient.

“He is dead. You’re free.”

It’s that one, that last one that set her off. It echoed, the vibration sending shivers through her spine.

It was overwhelming.

She leaned backwards, gently percussing her head against the tree over and over again. Tears kissed the corners of her eyes again; she covered her face and started to cry.

She was hit by a wave she never saw coming, and she didn’t drown. She survived the violent storm and made it through to the other side.

“Come with me. Let’s get you out of here.” His voice, ever so kind, brought her back to him - to reality. She was still uncertain as the bodies surrounding them left her to cower.

He could tell she grew afraid; her eyes couldn’t stop shifting to every person that stood behind him. “You’re with good people now. No one will hurt you. You have my word.”

He didn’t know what else to say. And so, he carefully approached her, close enough to reach for her. He rested his hands on each of her cheeks, wiping her tears away. The warmth of his touch consoled her as it traveled across her cold and weakened body. He leaned forward, softly pressing his forehead against hers, hoping that the gesture would showcase his sincerity, his emotions.

“Trust me.” It was a whisper, but the words were loud as they reached her right to her core. Again, soft heat rushed through her veins, a sensation she had forgotten so long ago. She met his gaze, finding the mismatched colour of his eyes. They stood out the longer she stared.

There were no ill feelings, no cruelty or viciousness hanging around them.

Her heart swelled up, a feeling she doesn’t remember ever having.

It took a moment as she was trying to clear the bad thoughts from her head.

It was the way he stared at her that rushed her. Not because he grew impatient, but because she never wanted to part from them.

She nodded, her heart climbing back up to her throat, sighing in relief.

The smallest of smile graced his lips. He stood up and stretched his arm to her.

“Hold my hand.”

She met him and held on as he helped her get back up on her feet and without letting her go, sensing she wasn’t strong enough to stand on her own.

She held on for dear life, afraid to lose her anchor and terrified this could all be just a trick, a beautiful lie.

He brushed strands of her hair out of her face; the rays of the sun were peaking through, giving her comfort. Once more, she shut her eyes at the feeling, leaning into his embrace.

A gentle upward curves to his lips, he quietly watched her. There was no more fear or sorrow, only peace painting the features across her face.

His heart skipped a beat.

They stood still this way for a long second before he led her to his horse. He helped her climb as he took his place in front. She wrapped her arms around his waist, holding him tight, and pressed her head against his shoulder. The exhaustion of the night had taken over, lulling her further into sleep.

She found freedom in the arms of a Dane, her heart finally resting at ease.

The group quietly rode out and marched towards Wessex. While on the move, Sihtric felt her tighten her grip around him. The pressure reassured him of her presence, proof of life, bringing him solace.

One hand held the rein of his horse, the other reached for hers. The softness of his touch caressing her skin made her smile, small - bashful. It was a sweet lullaby, which she gladly welcomed.

He didn’t let go, hanging on for the full journey back home.

A place where she could start over and finally live her life; a place where he hoped he would be part of it, with her.

No matter how long it took.

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part 2 | hold on to me

xoxo,

[whos-orion]

“It’s not what you think”

Summary: Omega has been running missions for Echo’s rebel cell, and none of her other brothers know. She gets back late to Pabu one night, in need of more supplies, and Hunter catches her in the act.

Word Count: 1001

Prompt: “It’s not what you think” (alt prompt)

Notes: FINALLY GOT THIS DONE. I had 0 inspo for this prompt but I really wanna do all 26 for this event, but I got through it and got some ideas from @twinsunstars !! I hope you enjoy. (Banners/dividers by @summer-of-bad-batch )

Omega quietly crept out of the Marauder II, careful not to make much noise. It wasn’t like anyone was down in the cavern where she left her ship, but she couldn’t be too cautious. She wasn’t sure how Hunter would react if he knew she’d been running missions for Echo and his rebel cell. She’d been doing it a few years now, and he hadn’t found out, but she didn’t want to push her luck too far.

Omega checked over her supplies outside, and suddenly she heard footsteps. She considered running back inside the Marauder II, but didn’t as Batcher ran up to her. The lurca hound happily licked her hand, and Omega gave her a soft scratch on her head. She gave a sigh of relief and went back to her supplies. Her next mission was in a few days, and she noticed she was running low on power cells. Omega’s ship had gotten damaged more than once on these missions, and having extra parts around was quite helpful. She walked with Batcher out of the cavern and up the cliff, heading to her supply of parts she had stashed away in the rocks. Phee knew about Omega working for Echo’s rebel cell, and supplied her with parts and whatnot when she needed them. Omega kept them hidden in the cliffs near the cavern, making a shorter trip for her and not risking Hunter finding out why she needed those parts.

Omega grabbed the power cells from the stash and shoved them into her satchel. She began making her way back down the rocks, back to the cavern to drop them off.

Hunter couldn’t sleep that night. He’d had a bad nightmare, the kind that made him forget Tantiss was a thing of the past. He was off on a walk along the shore, trying to calm his nerves. The waves lapped calmly against the sand, giving him a nice ambience for his time alone in the dead of night. Hunter was deep in thought, considering the past few years. Pabu was nice, their little slice of heaven. It was home, it had always felt like home. And he knew Omega enjoyed being here, but he also knew how much she wanted to fight the Empire. He knew how resilient she was, but he didn’t want her going off so soon. He still wanted to keep her safe. Hemlock may be gone, but the Empire was still incredibly dangerous. So when the cavern came into view and the lanterns were on, Hunter got a sinking feeling in his stomach.

Omega walked up to the cavern, flipping the switch to turn the ground lanterns on so she had some light. She began walking to the ship, dragging some more supplies inside, when she heard his voice.

“Omega?”

Hunter was standing in the cavern entrance, looking confused and concerned. “Omega, what are you doing?” Omega instantly set the supplies down, looking at Hunter, attempting to defend herself.

“Hunter! I was just, uhm, doing repairs on the Marauder II. Upgrades, not repairs. Why would I need to repair it?” She laughed nervously, but Hunter’s expression was unmoving as he stepped further into the cavern.

“Omega, are you running away?” He asked, his voice nearly breaking. Omega’s anxious smile was instantly wiped off her face, she looked at him in slight horror.

“What? No, no! It’s not what you think, I swear!” She quickly said, doing her best to convince him. She sighed and walked towards him. “I’m not running away.”

“Then…then why are you filling the ship with supplies? What’s going on?” He placed a hand on her shoulder, now right in front of her. Omega glanced aside, feeling a little shameful.

“I was restocking on supplies.”

“For what?” Hunter’s concern did not leave his voice. Omega looked back at him, putting her hand over the one holding her shoulder.

“For…missions. I’ve been doing missions for Echo and his crew.” Omega said. Hunter’s eyes widened, and then he pulled her into a hug. Omega hugged him back, close to tears. That went a lot better than she thought it would.

“I should be mad. I should tell you that you’re going to be grounded forever. But…I’m just glad you’re not leaving.” He said. Omega laughed softly into his shoulder, holding him tighter. She was so glad he wasn’t angry, but felt terrible she’d made him think she was running away.

“I know, I’m sorry. But…why’d you think I was running away? Why would I want to run away?” Omega asked. She pulled away from the hug and looked at Hunter with concern. He let out a sigh.

“I…you’ve talked so much about joining the Rebellion. About leaving. I…I don’t want you getting hurt. You’re our kid, Omega. I don’t ever want you to relive what happened on Tantiss. And I…thought you felt like we were forcing you to stay here. And I don’t want you to think that, and I don’t want you running away because of us.” Hunter’s voice began breaking, tears in the corners of his eyes. Omega put a hand on his shoulder.

“I wouldn’t do that. I love you. You’re my brother. I understand the risks something like this comes with, but I believe it’s worth it. For now, I’m just helping Echo. Maybe later I’ll find a larger group, uniting different cells to create a stronger effort. But, right now, I’m perfectly content here with you.” Omega smiled at him, and pulled him into another hug. She could feel her jacket sleeve growing damp as Hunter softly sobbed into the hug. She felt tears fall from her own eyes too. They stood there like that for a bit, in understanding and love. This conversation was certain to come up again, but it would end the same way. In just a few years, when Omega would go off to do exactly as she said—unite more rebel cells, train pilots, and always visit her brothers as often as she could.

[stars-n-spice]

A home by the shore. Fishing nets and harpoon spears. The soothing sound of the waves. Healing scars, slowly fading into memories and reminders. The patter of feet. The barks of a hound. Comforting touches when the quiet seems too loud. Whittled, wooden weapons that double as a club. The smell of salt and the sensation of bliss as you float in calm waters. A warm embrace and whispers of love after a nightmare. That feeling of security, of feeling at peace with yourself and your second chance at life. That feeling of knowing you are not who you once were and that you are loved unconditionally.

Introducing the Marrs!

Feel free to ask any questions about the family! :D

Links to the others and their families are here:

Hunter + Jung's Family // Echo + Viram's Family// Wrecker and Khea's Family // Tech + Phee's Family

Additional Information Under the Cut:

Crosshair & Tay:

- They've got a little place by the shore (that they occasionally share with Tech and his family when they come to visit) and make a living as fishermen - Tay is an amphibious species and loves being in the water and Crosshair's good sight helps sees past the glare of the sun against the waves - Crosshair has taken up knitting as a pastime (he finds it relaxing and a way to practice using his hands again) while Tay often spends his time fishing or helping around Pabu wherever he can - Took them a while to settle down and get used to the civilian life after everything that they'd been through - Crosshair was able to work through it first because he had the support of his family to help him out and in turn, he was able to help Tay'kaa get through it as well - Somehow they're parents who spoil Akona nearly rotten while still being very overprotective of her (though Tay does more of the former and Crosshair does more of the latter) - Usually have a trail of kiddos following after them around the island like ducklings - Crosshair always encourages them to start up shit and Tay never really says no to any of them - and people find this ironic since they don't seem like "kid people"

Akona-Mae:

- Was found by Crosshair when he went on a relief mission with Echo to help and because Tay was sick at home and Crosshair didn't want to catch what he had (that and he arguably missed hanging with Echo) - She takes after Crosshair a LOT (especially how he was like as a kid) and as a result, her Uncles all have a gut-reaction/instinct to look after her - She's got a shell collection, a blue tooka doll Crosshair made for her that she named 'Dae' (after her Apá), and has a harpoon that Tay gave her but she's not allowed to have an actual blaster just yet (not until she's 10 at least) - She loves Sami (she thinks that she's cool and they're both Pantorans) and she's close with Rangi (they share their collections with each other) and Tikan (who she likes to rough house with every now and then) - Loves Jung, as he's selectively mute and can communicate with her better than most, and also loves her Uncle Hunter because he whittled her a wooden firepuncher - Character Inspo: My Mom's cat named Snoopy, Alluka Zoldyck (Hunter x Hunter), Muffin Heeler (Bluey), Louise Belcher (Bob's Burgers)

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[skeletwinsauaskbox]

i guess i should put down some notes.

snow white was nice. quite the accomplishment for humanity from what i heard. but... honestly, i fell asleep halfway through watching it. still liked it, though. it's relaxing.

same with pinocchio, except i think i had nightmares about it as a kid. can't remember much, though. must've just been weird childhood stuff. you know how it is.

fantasia and its remake(?) are the kind of movies i like to watch late at night. and by late at night, i mean 2am.

dumbo's cool. not much to say about it.

i actually really liked bambi as a kid. dunno why, it must've been all the cute animals. now, it's just a nice movie to watch for nostalgia's sake.

i don't remember much of the three cabilleros.

i only really remember the mickey and the beanstalk story. you know why. you know why.

ichabod and mr toad scared me so badly as a kid i still can't watch it now. nope.

honestly... i actually really liked the mouse scenes the most in cinderella. i dunno, i just didn't care for the main plot all that much. i didn't come for that. i came for goofy mice shenanigans, that's what i like to see.

alice in wonderland made me laugh a few times. great movie.

i liked the captain hook stuff, but i, uh, also got bored halfway through the movie. it takes a lot to keep this skeleton's attention, i'll tell you that.

lady and the tramp was soooo cute. what? the plot? uhh... two cute dogs go on adventures? and spaghetti comes in, i think? cute dogs, though.

i got called sleeping beauty once. to this day, i can't decide whether i'm flattered or offended.

even more cute dogs, this time, most of them are babies. gosh darn it, i want a dog... not 101 of 'em though, hell nah.

maaaaaaagic wizaaaaaard dueeeeel. and that sums up all i remember about it.

i wonder if papyrus hates the jungle book because of how many times i made him watch it. i still love that movie.

robin hood, but animals? sign me up, please. i love me a chaotic good fox hero.

winnie the pooh is cute. that's all i have to say about it.

i think my brother watched the rescuers. personally, i don't remember ever watching it.

the fox and the hound... i think i might cry just thinking about it. yup, i can cry.

the black cauldron scared me a lot as a kid. hey, i was a skittish kid, alright?

the great mouse detective was a cool movie. i would rewatch it just for the ratigan scenes.

why should i worry? why should i care?

the little mermaid! oh, it's one of my favorites. i love laughing at how stupid everyone was. one of the best films to rib on, in my opinion. and ribbing is how i show my love.

beauty and the beast is a classic, of course. so is aladdin. and the lion king... and the hunchback of notre dame. these are all really good movies.

greek mythology has always been fascinating to me. and while this movie got it completely wrong, it's still entertaining, so it gets a pass.

mulan was great, but it still scared me as a kid. unlike ichabod and mr toad and the black cauldron, though... i think it actually made me like it more? huh.

hehehehehehehe, that hunter's death in tarzan still catches me off-guard. i'm sure papyrus hates me for laughing at it every time...

you just gotta understand the comedic genius behind the emperor's new groove? are there more thrilling, dramatic, emotional movies out there? yes. but are they the emperor's new groove? no. i rest my case.

atlantis and treasure planet are awesome and underrated. go watch 'em.

i know i should be enamored by the goofy alien that is stitch like the rest of you, but watching lilo and stitch just makes me wanna hug my brother and cry. i don't know why.

brother bear is cute. and that's all i remember of it.

is it weird to say that i liked home on the range? i mean, it wasn't a great movie, but i liked the villain. it's just a really goofy movie, i just can't.

chicken little... eeeehhhhh. no. just no.

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee meet the robinsons eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. what? you haven't watched it? G o w a t c h i t . N o w .

the animals were cute, but bolt is just okay.

the princess and the frog had great music. and talking animals. and it's funny. what else could i ever want?

the whole time i watched tangled, i kept thinkin' about what it would be like to have hair that long. like... wow, rapunzel. what hair products do you use? can i borrow some? papyrus really needs some for his own "luscious locks".

wreck it ralph is cute and fun and it made me cry. okay, it didn't actually make me cry, not really, but i cried on the inside. does that count?

ugh... don't tell my brother this. i used to like frozen, but papyrus ruined it for me by screaming the songs at the top of his ribs 24/7. it just gives me a migraine, honestly. left a bit of a sour taste in my mouth. wait... teeth? however i taste, it tasted sour. and it wasn't the sweet and sour kind, either.

big hero 6 was probably the first movie to make me sob as an adult. freaking tadashi, man. i could almost imagine papyrus in his place. don't tell him i said that.

remember, anything after this message ain't canon... yet.

i liked zootopia. animals. it's just not my favorite, that's all.

moana made me laugh a lot, actually. i still quote shark head to my brother, hehehe.

ralph breaks the internet was fine as a movie, but i was honestly bored by it. the most entertainment i got out of it was making fun of it. it was okay, but i wouldn't watch it again.

the frozen sequel. okay. papyrus hasn't ruined this movie for me. yet. i'm still wary, though.

i found encanto surprisingly cute. i don't know why, i just did. maybe it's the whole "fixing a family" thing. i'm a sucker for stories like that.

wish was weird. i dunno, it just felt off to me. i guess it was okay for what it was...

[we-do-bones-bracket]

Who did bones the best?

here are the finalized brackets! the tournament will be split into two brackets. the finalists of both will go up against each other to determine the winner. characters who were the most popular during submissions will join in round 2

rules & guidelines

about spoilers

matches under cut!

Abraham "Brom Bones" van Brunt (Headless: A Sleepy Hollow Story) vs. Skull (One Piece)

Laudna (Critical Role) vs. Sese Kitsugai (Len'en Project)

Benny (Halloweentown) vs. Enki Ankarian (Fear & Hunger)

Stalhorse (The Legend of Zelda) vs. Skeleton Horse (Minecraft)

Skeleton Mob (Minecraft) vs. Stallord (The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess)

Ryuk (Death Note) vs. Sam Day Break (Paradise Killer)

Adalman (That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime) vs. Hero's Shade/Hero's Spirit (The Legend of Zelda)

Sir Daniel Fortesque (MediEvil) vs. Skeletor (He-Man)

The Forgotten (Binding of Isaac) vs. Countess Ariadne de Winter (Til Death Do Us Bard)

Kel'thuzad (Warcraft) vs. Christopher Flores (Wayward Children)

The Lich King/Arthas Menethil (Warcraft) vs. Bones (Johannes Cabal the Necromancer)

Toro Muerto (The Book of Life) vs. Yodomi Arakawa (Skeleton Double)

Immortan Joe (Mad Max Fury Road) vs. Laika (Laika: Aged Through Blood)

Clinkz (DOTA 2) vs. Nelliel Tu Odelschwanck (Bleach)

Ianthe Tridantarius (The Locked Tomb) vs. Zenon Zogratis (Black Clover)

Palamedes Sextus (The Locked Tomb) vs. Ketheric Thorm (Baldur's Gate 3)

Ruth Fleming (Nerdy Prudes Must Die) vs. Dr. Bones Cookie (Cookie Run)

Misetani Box (Dai Dark) vs. Frank (Generation Loss)

Shimada Death (Dai Dark) vs. Bone (Warriors)

Kurloz Makara (Homestuck) vs. Mamà Imelda (Coco)

Jake English (Homestuck) vs. Hector (Coco)

SkullBaluchimon (Digimon) vs. Skullgreymon (Digimon)

SkullKnightmon (Digimon) vs. Jolly Roger

Cubone (Pokémon) vs. Ryme (Pokémon Scarlet and Violet)

Skeletal Dragon (The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim) vs. Boneknapper (How to Train Your Dragon)

Shinnok (Mortal Kombat) vs. Hector (Castlevania)

Lady Micte (Maya and the Three) vs. Conway (Kentucky Route Zero)

Veralidaine "Daine" Sarrasi (The Immortal Quartet) vs. Pious Augustus (Eternal Darkness: Sanity's Requiem)

Zélie Adebola (Children of Blood and Bone) vs. SkekMal the Hunter (The Dark Crystal: Age of Resistance)

The Hound (RWBY) vs. Nuckelavee (RWBY)

Nina Zenik (Six of Crows) vs. Undertaker (Black Butler)

Yorick (Hamlet) vs. Pale Rider (Persona)

Skelita Calaveras (Monster High) vs. Hell Biker (Persona)

Nico Di Angelo (Percy Jackson) vs. Bone Ravage (Fortnite)

Death (Discworld) vs. Mort (Hello from the Hallowoods)

Acererak (Dungeons & Dragons) vs. Skid (Spooky Month)

Boneyard (Dungeons & Dragons) vs. Lord Hater (Wonder Over Yonder)

Necrodeus (Kirby Mass Attack) vs. Jack Skellington (The Nightmare Before Christmas)

Skelly (Hades) vs. Nagash (Warhammer Fantasy Battle)

Lady Bone Demon (Lego Monkie Kid) vs. Dry Bowser (Mario)

King (The Owl House) vs. Dry Bones (Mario)

Dyre Ode/Dyre Owed (Friends at the Table) vs. The Children of the Hydra's Teeth (Jason and the Argonauts (1963))

Qiu Congxue (Devil Venerable Also Wants to Know) vs. Death (The Arcana)

Kimimaro Kaguya (Naruto) vs. Gold Skull (The Sexy Brutale)

Death the Kid (Soul Eater) vs. Keyes (Fairy Tail)

Skull Knight (Berserk) vs. Director Bones (DC Comics) Bone (One Punch Man)

Lord Death Man (DC Comics) vs. Mister Bones (DC Comics)

Death (Horrible Histories) vs. Ebisu (Dorohedoro)

Skeleton (I Spy Spooky Mansion) vs. Skullomania/Saburo Nishikoyama (Street Fighter EX)

Skull Man (Mega Man) vs. SkullMan.exe (Mega Man)

A Real Magic Skeleton (OK K.O.! Let's Be Heroes) vs. Skully (Scary Godmother)

Marquis (Parahumans) vs. Morgo (Little Misfortune)

Señor Huseo (Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles) vs. Brian Laborn/Grue (Parahumans)

Grim (The Grim Adventures) vs. Pluto (Library of Ruina)

Queen Rohaan (Watermelon) vs. Kamen Raider Genm/Kuroto Dan (Kamen Rider Ex-Aid)

Fone Bone (Bone) vs. Smiley Bone (Bone) vs. Phonciple P. "Phoney" Bone (Bone)

[cryptids-of-spielzeit]

Sundae

Part 2: One Scoop Chocolate

(A Sun Dog Story)

It had been a week since he had met the kit. Over that week, the two had formed an inseperable bond. They helped each other out, she would scout the area and alert him of any dangers. She was so good he couldn't count how many run ins with the little ones he had already avoided. In return, all she wanted was his love. And food, but mainly love.

"Hey guys, I think our new friend is lightening up a bit!"

That day, it had been awfully quiet. No birds singing, no crickets chirping, not even the buzzing of flies. All the two heard were the shuffling of leaves and twigs as he crawled around. He suddenly stopped, setting the kit down right in front of him. He looked in the distance, almost as though he was in a trance. When all of a sudden, he spoke.

"You know, it's a bit sad. You've been by my side for a bit, possibly will be there til we both reach our end. And I still haven't given you a name."

She tilted her head in confusion.

"Oh, you know, a name....who am I kidding, you wouldn't know, you"re just a pup. Have I even told you my name?"

They both stood in silence before she tilted her head the other way. He chuckled a bit.

"Well then, I'll give each other introductions then. My name is......Dogday. And you...hmm, let's see. You're small, you're red....Bobby? No, no, you aren't a bear, but you've got the smile down. Hmm...I'll have to think about tha-"

BANG!

A gunshot destroyed the silence, the fox and the hound were both startled. But he knew there shouldn't be any gunshots, not in these woods. Signs were plastered everywhere, "NO HUNTING." Someone was out there, and they weren't following the rules.

Suddenly, they heard a rustling in the distance. The little ones, yet again? No, this sounded bigger, faster. Closer. Closer. And there it was, running their way, a young deer, couldn't be anymore than 5 months old. It didn't notice the two canines as it ran past, hiding itself behind a tree, and they followed suit.

Not far behind it was the culprit. Older fellow, very well kept. But he had that look in his eyes, he wasn't all there. He kept giggling, like this was a game, like it was fun. But come on, he couldn't be that depraved, right?

"Come on out, you little coward! If I get you that'll make my count 13, and that's just today's tally!"

(Fun fact: narrators hate it when they're wrong)

Dogday could hear every psychotic thing this man had to say. He was making this forest a waking nightmare for every creature here. And he despised that.

"Stay here, please. I'm about to teach him a lesson."

He crawled as silently as he could, just until he could get right behind the hunter. And then, when the moment was right....YANK! He pulled him to the ground, right at his level. The hunter was shocked, what did that to him? His answer was right there, inches away from his face. He couldn't even muster a scream.

"Leave. Never come back. Or I will do to you...what was done to me."

The hunter sat there in a mixture of fear and confusion, even after the dog had gotten off of his lap. He took one quick glimpse at his torso. The buttons clicked.

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"

He ran off like a scared animal. Good.

He crawled his way over to the tree to see if the deer was still there. Lo and behold, there it was, laying next to the kit. Seeing as they were all stressed, he knew what he had to do. He took one deep breath in, and one, long, relaxing breath out. It was at that moment, in the vanilla clouds, that he had an epiphany.

"So, it looks like we have another one joining us, huh kid? Well, lucky for the both of you, I've figured out what I'm going to call the both of you!"

He picked up the kit, "I think Strawberry's a good name for you, you sweet, red little thing." She yipped and barked in glee.

He then crawled over to the deer, slowly and gently placing his hand on its head, "As for you, I'm calling you Chocolate." It put its head on his, its tail slowly wagging.

It was getting late, but where they were was comfortable as is. They all huddled together in front of a makeshift fire, and another night went by. A safe night, all together.

"Oh, hey you! Come on, there's always more than enough room for another friend!"

[redtoondevils]

I still call this Image as Mature, because of the Imagery of the dogs, scars and other details like that. Viewer discretion is advised!

With that out of the way, here is my second presentation of what I think those cut Hunter's hounds would look like, in a much more twisted version than last time. Where it is actually taxidermized, and it looks undead that way. Mixed it up, a little bit, pleased with how it turned out!

I hope you enjoy!

This is still a fan art of Little Nightmares, as I am still going to give credit to the developers. This OC character, is drawn by me.

[medusapelagia]

8 AU-gust: Robots and Androids - Part 8

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9

Rating: Mature Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: Android Steve Harrington, Wanted Criminal Eddie Munson, mention of illness, mention of character death, blood, injuries Words: 2243

They did it.

The jump wasn’t easy and they landed with a crash, but they are still alive, even if the ship is definitely useless.

They have landed like a fucking comet, so Eddie is not surprised when he sees many guards threatening them with weapons asking them who the fuck are they.

S.T.E.V.E. shows them his badge and calmly explains to them that he is a hunter and that Eddie is his captive, and the guards take no time to drag them on an Admiral ship, direction: the Central.

Some of the humans congratulate S.T.E.V.E. on his catch, but the majority of humans and androids simply ignore him or tell him that he was just lucky.

Eddie knows that he wasn’t. The android has hunted him down like a hound and Eddie must recognize that he is the best android he has ever met. Not that he will ever admit it out loud.

Maybe Joyce was right. He is special. 

When they finally get to the Central, Eddie is escorted by an entire troop. Everyone is eager to see Dr. Brenner and bring him one of the most wanted criminals ever.

“Leave us alone.” The man orders from his desk while sitting on a big chair giving his back to the entrance.

“Dr. Brenner, this is a dangerous criminal and…” their captain tries to object, but Brenner easily dismisses him.

“He is in handcuffs and has no weapon. Leave us. I’ll bring him to his cell on my own.”

The man bows his head and gestures to the troop to leave the room.

“STE2UTK7NQ.” Brenner calls and S.T.E.V.E. stops “You did a good job. I’m proud of you.”

“I’m happy to serve.” he promptly replies, but for a moment he seems almost pleased with the praise, then he leaves the room with the others.

When finally Brenner turns he is the same old man that Eddie has seen all his life. 

Doctor Martin Brenner: the man behind the entire industry of androids. The man whose face is on every electronic device, and whose most loved creature is Eddie’s worst nightmare.

Eddie sits on the chair offered to him, puts his boot on the table, and asks annoyed “So what’s your number? Brenner the Forth? The Fifth?” In every generation, there was always a Martin Brenner.

The man grins “Not really. I’m the one and only.”

“That’s not possible.” Eddie chuckles “You should be… what? Three hundred years old?”

“A bit older actually.”

Eddie stills, glaring at the other man “You are joking.”

“There are so many things that you don’t know, Eddie. But I like you. You and your little group of friends are hard to find. Not even my best hunter managed to catch you. Even if I suppose that his actions have something to do with your capture.”

Vecna appears from nowhere and Eddie frowns.

“I knew that you were behind all of this” Eddie yells and Vecna chuckles.

“You think you know. But there are so many things you ignore.” the android in the white uniform replies, getting closer “But first of all I want to know where your friends are hiding.”

“I work alone.”

“You do not.” Vecna lifts Eddie’s chin “I should have used the girl against you. It was a mistake that I will not repeat. Now. Tell me where they are.”

“Or what?”

“Or I’ll kill you and ask my scientists to get the information that I need from your skull.” the doctor replies, still smiling.

Eddie laughs “You can’t do that. We don’t have the technology to do something like that.”

“ Actually I do. And I already used that kind of technology with great success.” Brenner says “I already created androids from humans. I can take the information I need directly from your brain. From your memories.”

What the fuck?!

“I told you, Eddie, I’m the first and only Doctor Martin Brenner.” the man takes a paper cutter and opens his arm, showing him the metal skeleton.

Eddie's eyes grow wide “An android?”

“And I’m not even the first one, but I’m a better model. With years of practice the skin seems almost real, doesn’t it?”

“What do you mean?”

“I think you know what I mean.”

Eddie's eyes widen while he looks at the skin that closes around the wound leaving no scars.

“Stevie.”

“Bingo.” the man confirms “The first time Steve Harrington came to me with the idea, he was already sick.” Brennan gets closer to Eddie “He knew that he would have died soon, that’s why he asked me to build him a new model of S.T.E.V.E.. Do you see the irony? He asked me to create a S.T.E.V.E., like his name. It seemed like a sign to him.” the doctor sits on his desk “I built the prototype in no time, while he was collecting every memory of his life that he had. He collected everything. His cerebral scan, the pictures, the videos, the little notebook where he used to write his thoughts.” He sighs “Steve Harrington was fucking rich and with his money he built a copy of himself for his husband. A copy that, in his intentions, would have stayed with his husband until the end. That was Harrington's last present to the love of his life. A copy of himself.” Brenner grins “How romantic, don’t you think? But when Hargrove discovered what Steve was doing he wasn’t as enthusiastic as Harrington thought he would have been. They had a bad fight and they only reconciled on Harrington’s deathbed. At that time I had learned a lot, I had done enough research and the android looked exactly like the dying man. He had all his little tics, his habits. Hargrove hated it since the first day that he saw it and I was ready to take it back, disassemble it, and find exactly how to move my conscience in another body, but Hargrove didn’t let me. He used the money Harrington left him to start producing more androids exactly like S.T.E.V.E. and then he encrypted any memory that the android had about the life of his human self, hiding him between the others.” the man pauses “It was a pity losing such an incredible android, but I had learned enough and I managed to move my conscience inside this body. Now I cannot die.”

“But you still have to answer the Robotics Laws!” Eddie screams.

Brenner gives him a wry smile “Actually, I don’t have to. I am not totally an android.”

Eddie starts to tug at his handcuffs, trying to free himself.

“You should be happy. You are the only one who will ever know my secret. Tomorrow you‘ll be sentenced to death after a very quick trial for killing all those stupid humans.” he giggles “And then I’ll have complete access to your memories. Criminals don’t deserve a grave.”

Eddie is seething. That creature that is neither an android nor a human it’s so fucking wrong.

Brennan makes a gesture toward the white android “Bring him to his cell. And make sure no one visits him until the trial.”

Venca nods, grinning, and then drags Eddie toward the cells.

The android is way stronger than Eddie so trying to escape is impossible. He lets him drag him to his fucking cell and then he sighs, trying to find a way to escape certain death. 

Eddie thinks about S.T.E.V.E.

God. Everyone was right about him. He should tell him that he is really special. That he was a human once. That he had a husband. That he wasn’t a lone wolf. He had a pack that he loved and loved him back. A pack that he loved so much that he didn’t want to leave them even after death.

God,  Dustin and Joyce were right and they didn’t even know all of that.

***

“You ok STE2UTK7NQ?” one of the humans asks him, and Steve turns toward him.

“Sorry?”

“You seemed… sad.” the man explains, walking side by side with him.

“I’m an android I don’t have feelings, but thank you for asking me about my well-being, it was really kind.” He replies.

The man nods, then he winks “If you are looking for a new partner I would like to be considered. You are the best android I have ever seen and your records are fantastic!”

The android tilts his head, confused, but he politely asks “What’s your name?”

“Lucas Sinclair. I got transferred here a couple of months ago and I think I could learn a lot from a hunter like you.”

S.T.E.V.E. doesn’t know how to answer “I’ll consider your offer, but now I need some repairs, I got damaged during the landing.” 

The young boy nods, smiling at him like talking with S.T.E.V.E. was the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to him.

When S.T.E.V.E. gets to the repair area there is a long line of androids in front of him, some of them are so damaged that the technician simply turns them off and puts them out of their misery.

“Do I look fine?” the android next to S.T.E.V.E. asks.

“Sorry?”

“Do I look fine? I don’t want to be turned off or be turned into a toaster.”

S.T.E.V.E. can’t lie to humans, but he is an android.

“You look fine.” he replies. It’s a white lie, some part of his brain supplies him, it doesn’t matter if the android has so many broken parts that he is resting in a wheelbarrow.

“I heard you are the one who caught that criminal, Munson. Great job! I’m sure they will give you a medal for that!”

S.T.E.V.E. shakes his head “I’m an android. They don’t give medals to us.”

“Why not? If you were a human they would have made you an entire statue, I’m sure of it! Well, it doesn’t matter, everyone will be too busy working on your captive. One of the technicians was saying that they would try to get some information from his brain, download his data, or something like that. Maybe he’ll become an android like us and he will teach us how to find criminals like him! Can you imagine?”

S.T.E.V.E. stills while he imagines the cynical guy that he learned to know transformed into a piece of furniture like him.

“They will give him a fair process…” S.T.E.V.E. replies, but his words sound fakes even to his ears.

The android on the wheelbarrow laughs “They will not. He condemned himself when he decided to be a criminal. The process is just an old custom that human keeps to relieve their conscience, but that boy is doomed. Everyone knows it.”

S.T.E.V.E. nods, he knows it too, but somehow the thought of it is unbearable to him.

“You ok?” the android asks “Do you want to go before me? You really look like you need someone to fix you.” 

“I’m fine.” he replies, and when a technician is distracted he gets closer to the android in the wheelbarrow and he whispers to him “You did good, now it’s time for you to rest.”

“I am really tired, now that you mention it…”

The android closes his eyes and Steve gives him a little eclectic shock, enough to fry his circuit.

“Why did someone bring this piece of junk here?! He is fried! It’s not even good to be a fucking toaster!” an older technician complains to a young one, and that’s the last thing Steve hears before he leaves the repair room.

***

Rest.

That’s what Vecna has told Eddie when he left Eddie’s cell, but the boy is still trying to find a way to free himself when he hears the metallic doors move.

Fuck. 

It’s too late.

Eddie takes a deep breath, if he is going to die he will die on his feet.

The door opens and the android that looks at him with his plastic eyes is S.T.E.V.E. and Eddie sighs“How cruel sending you to escort me to my death.”

S.T.E.V.E. doesn’t reply and keeps looking around like he is worried, then he quickly opens Eddie’s chain.

Eddie stares at the android “What the fuck?”

“We are leaving.”

“How?”

“I can fly. I’ll fly you out of the tower. I called for help. Someone will rescue you.” 

Eddie grabs the android's hands “What about you?”

“Are you worried for me, Munson?” S.T.E.V.E. smirks and for a moment Eddie sees a spark of the boy that he was.

“We have to talk! I have a lot of things to tell you.”

“We have no time. The alarm has already gone off. The others will be here in no time.”

The android picks Eddie up like a baby and then starts to run toward the big window at the end of the corridor. He turns while he jumps through the glass. shielding Eddie and then he starts the engines he has on his back.

“We have to talk.” Eddie insists when he feels the cold air on his skin.

“Not now. My engines will not last long.”

Suddenly Eddie reminds something Dustin said about Stevie's inability to fly anymore.

“Wait, wait, wait!”

But Steve’s engines start to smoke soon after they leave the prison and S.T.E.V.E. makes a deviation, leaving Eddie on the roof of a skyscraper.

“Be safe.” he tells him, before falling from the roof to the ground.

Eddie runs toward the edge of the building screaming the android’s name, but all he can see it’s just dust and smoke.

In his hand, he has a fucking tracker.

Tag list: @shunna, @yourmom-isgay, @thisisallicouldthinkof I hope you enjoy it!

[nightsmudge]

This was my final assignment for character design class, the prompt being to create characters to represent good dreams and bad dreams and to base them on the concept of the Sandman

I decided to go for more of a whimsical dream world type vibe. Inspirations include: Klonoa, Nights into Dreams, Balan Wonderworld, Cavern of Dreams, The Collector from Owl House, Sun and Moon from FNAF Security Breach, and maybe a little bit of the Kirby universe. 

Sandman, who often goes by the nickname of Sandy, is a newly appointed guardian of dreams. Their primary task is to showcase the wonders of dreamland and ward off the pesky Nightmare Hound. They're called the Sandman they're actually genderless, the 'man' part mostly just meaning person much like 'human'

The Nightmare Hound is a predatory being that searches for and feeds upon people's nightmares. Though he induces nightmares to those he hunts down, he's not exactly evil per say. "Is it really evil for a hunter to obey their instincts and need to live? I am a wolf, they are my prey, and a wolf's gotta eat." Most of the time they take a more amorphous or wolf-like form, but they can shapeshift into other forms if needed such as a humanoid form. He could very easily take down Sandy and put them in their place whenever they come by to scold Nightmare and shoo him away, but he sees Sandy as a minor annoyance and would rather go hunt elsewhere

I meant to post this in December but the holidays kind of drained me

[uwukillmenowowo]

Welcome to my Paradise~! [Requests are Open!]

Hello~! My name is Kumon but feel free to call me Kumo or K.

My pronouns are She/Her + They/Them I do drawings, stories, and X Reader requests [Mostly Drawings lol]

Others if requested~

Rules/Information on this blog:

I Will write/Draw for✔️

Anything SFW

Fluff

Comfort

Angst

Yandere

Male/Female/Gendernutral [Mc]

Headcanons

I WILL NOT write for❌

ANYTHING NSFW

Pregnancy

Blood/Gore [Depending in the request]

MASTERLIST: Masterlist of Paradise

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Instagram Account: thatartist_Kumon

Twitter/X Account: Kumon_Tracer

Discord: Discord

Below here are fandoms that I will be willing to write/draw for :D

[Warning: It will be a long list ._.]

[Games]

Disney Twisted Wonderland

Tokyo Debunker

Ensemble Stars Music

Cookie Run Kingdom

No Straight Roads

Hollow Knight

Just Shapes and Beats

Undertale and Au's

Deltarune

Little Nightmares/2/Very Little Nightmares

FNAF

Friday Night Funkin' and mods

Cuphead

BATIM

Soul Knight [Characters will be based on my OC’s]

Yandere Simulator

Obey Me: One Master To Rule Them All

Elsword 

Danganronpa THH/DR2:GD/DR:KH

Ayakashi: Romance Reborn

Just Shapes and Beats

Hatsune Miku: CS

Poppy Playtime-

DDLC

Subnautica

Pokemon [Any game]

TLOZ and others

Andy's Apple Farm

     [Anime/Manga]

Land of the Lustrous

Puella Magi: Madoka Magica

Madoka Magica: Rebellion

Death Parade

Spy X Family

The Aristocrat's Otherworldly Adventure: Serving Gods Who Go Too Far

Nanbaka

To Your Eternity

No Game No Life

Jujutsu Kaisen

Kimetsu No Yaiba

Vampire Knight

Magical Girl Site

The Devil is a Part-Timer

Assassination Classroom

Danganronpa

Hunter X Hunter

Black Butler

Naruto/Naruto Shippuden

Fairytail

Attack On Titan

My Hero Academia

Ouran High School Host Club

Demon Slayer/Kimetsu No Yaiba

One Punch Man

The Disastrous Life of Saiki K.

Death Note

SAO/SAO2/GGO/GGOA/SAOA

Oshi No Ko

Villainess Level 99: I May Be the Hidden Boss But I'm No tthe Demon Lord

Mashle: Magic and Muscles

   [Manhwa/Webtoon]

Revenge Of The Iron Blooded Sowrd Hound

Unordinary

I'm the Grim Reaper

Return of The 8th Class Mage

The max-level player's 100th regression

     [T.V Series]

Yokai Watch

Digimon: Digital Monsters

Beyblade Metal Fusion

Lego Legends of Chima

Yu-Gi-Oh

Lego Ninjago

South park

Lego Nexo Knights

Transformers/Prime

    

 [Others]

Dream SMP

Countryhumans

Vocaloid

Disney movies??

Splatoon [Coroika]

The Amazing Digital Circus

[quaintnecromancer]

❝ you're safe here with me. nobody's going to harm you ever again. ❞ (Nick; @mxrvelouscreations

In Case You Didn’t Know | @mxrvelouscreations

He knew. To be fair, he hadn’t really felt unsafe in a long time, but Nick delivered a whole new level of safety and comfort that he was ever grateful for. Jett expressed this by leaning into the vampire and wrapping his arms around him, trying desperately to force the lingering nightmare out of his now half awake mind. It had been brutal, as usual. Memories of being chased out of his family home by relentless guards and baying hounds, being attacked by witch hunters, being loved and left behind by beautiful travelers…gods, it felt good to have someone to hold right now. The shaky witch turned to bury his face in Nick’s chest, mumbling a quiet “Sorry…thank you,” as he clung to the man.

He wished he didn’t feel so helpless. So lost. But having Nick to remind him that he was no longer alone helped those feelings ebb away more quickly, and he eventually began to relax a little.