#runt sans

[ask-runtsans]

Runt groaned as they stood up still getting acclimated to reality. They looked around noticing quite a few eyes on them. They looked at all those watching and smiled a bit. “I can see that you all would like to know what happened to me and why I look so different. Well it’s because I reinvented myself. I’m no longer who I once was. I’m not the same little pushover you all have come to know. Now I mean business and nobody is going to mess with me anymore!”, they declared. They stood up, their eyes now glowing green looking at the audience. "But you all have to earn my trust in order for me to tell you what the true story of my change is."

[theseusgodkid]

they Are saying Anything

[catofoldstones]

I love how in every chapter since asos sansa and arya both say “I’m a woman grown” or “I’m 11, a woman now” or “I’m a woman flowered”. Like you’re both severe minors, haven’t even broken the eggshells of the eggs from which you’re yet to hatch 😭😭 calm down there, buckos

[askwesterntale]

pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls sign my arm tumbelweed pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls ily tumbleweed im ur #1 fan plsolspspsspslspslspslsplssplsps pls pslsppspsllsls i love you tumbelweed no one understands my love dor you tubelwedd ily pls marriage me psllsoslslslplslpslpsplspls

oh also whars runts favorite food

my head hurts yeeowch

gonna do a big ask next so it may take a while sighh

[teethdogcomplex]

i am just a freaking dog, dawg....

[lani-heart]

|| series masterlist || next // previously ||

genre(s) -> smut, fluff, non-idol, hybrid au, poly au paring(s) -> yunho ( centric ) x reader warning(s) -> smut, mdni. 18+ words -> 2.4k

abstract -> collateral damage is inevitable for lifetime karma...

y/n’s perspective

Mingi fit in perfectly… but he missed his lifelong friend.

He admits he does and often has his mind wander with a sad look of reminiscence when reminded of Yunho… but he acknowledged that he wouldn’t change anything as long as he was here again.

“You’re doing quite well with the book right?” Chenle asked, taking me away from my thoughts while I nodded. 

“I'm halfway done, but I’m thinking of adding one more character to the main six,” I said. They nodded as Jising read my outline and Chenle skimmed through it.

“I still can’t believe how many hybrids you have now,” Chenle said and I smiled softly.

“But at the same time it makes sense,” Jisung said and we laughed. “To think you have Eunchae to thank for that,” Chenle said and he was right.

She pushed me into going to an adoption center where I met San and that was history. 

“I say we’re gonna have to start putting a cap on how many hybrids you have” Chenle released and I laughed. “Hmm… eight?” Jisung suggested and I rolled my eyes. 

“y/n, he’s all good to go!” I heard as I saw Kun and Mingi. 

“The sweet life changed him a lot you know,” Chenle said and I was confused and so was Mingi. “He looks way happier and healthier than when he came. Besides, he looks good in designer” Chenle and Jisung teased. 

“Her hybrids have a better life than me and Haechan,” Jisung said and I sighed. I turned to Mingi who seemed to be happy by their comments. His tail wagging behind him as he grinned at me. 

“Ready to go?” I asked and he nodded as we left the pair outside of the kennel. “You seem happy after your session,” I said and he nodded. “The doctor said I've improved so much I might be finishing my sessions soon!” he grinned and did the same. 

“We should celebrate!” I said and he looped his arm with mine as we walked to the cafe. I always took him too. As we made it there we waited for a bit to get seated like normal but noticed Mingi tensed up. “Mingi!” I heard as I saw two little kids run up to us. He seemed scared…

“What did I tell you two about running off!” I heard and I sighed… she-devil. “Oh, you… I see you actually adopted the mutt” she said and I rolled my eyes. I noticed behind her carrying leftovers, coats, and her purse was Yunho. 

He seemed wide-eyed seeing Mingi again… I even saw a soft smile appear on his face. 

“You’re quite the hybrid collector, aren't you… runts darling aren’t valuable to anyone though” she said and I scoffed. “Am I supposed to take advice from you?” I asked and she glared. 

“You’re such an immature brat” she muttered and I smirked. “I guess… hey how’s bankr–” “Shut up!” she yelled and left with Yunho sighing and bowing to me before leaving. 

“Are you okay?” I asked and Mingi nodded sadly… “What’s wrong?” I asked and he sighed. “It's strange… seeing Yunho on the opposite side of things. I bet she treats him with the bare minimum unlike how she treated me but… I also never thought I was worthy of being treated better” he confessed and I smiled and held his hand. 

“You're with me now,” I said and he smiled and nodded. “Yeah… thank you,” he said and I chuckled. “You never have to thank me for that. And Mingi? This is the bare minimum… not what she does” I said and he nodded. 

“It’s fine… I was thinking we could order something different today?”

mingi’s perspective

Seeing Yunho confused me… it was a mix of emotions. 

I finally accepted that y/n wanted me. Me of all hybrids. Seonghwa, Hongjoong, Yeosang, Wooyoung, and even San wanted me there. Not Yunho… not him. Never have they ever asked about him either. 

Never have I had something that was solely mine away from Yunho and I was happy. 

I missed him… I did. But when I think about how much I missed him, I realize I would have to share this with him. Share them with him. Share her with him. 

It made me feel sick otherwise. 

Sure she has five other hybrids. I shared her with them… more like they shared her with me. But… the thought of Yunho stepping in would destroy me… even makes me feel bitter feelings towards him. 

“You��ve been stuck staring at the ceiling since you came back… do I need to tell y/n you’re acting up again?” Hongjoong asked and I shook my head. “I’m fine…” I said and he huffed as if he didn’t believe me. 

“I am… honest. We saw Yunho at the cafe we go to after my sessions, I just have mixed feelings” I said and he looked at me as if he was analyzing me. “You’ve talked less about Mingi recently… you’ve been here for two months and I haven’t heard you talk about Yunho since… probably a few weeks ago,” he said and I nodded. 

“He’s my best friend… there will never be anything to doubt that but, im content with the life I have now without him” 

y/n’s perspective

For some reason… She requested that our hybrids not be present at all, which worried me. I felt like she was planning something and I didn’t know what.

It was also strange cause Hongjoong was the one who always came with me and now to be alone was worrisome. “You’re here early” I heard as I saw Jaehyun. “Want this over with,” I said and he chuckled.

“I get what you mean, sorry by the way about no hybrids today,” he said and I shook my head. It’s not his fault…

I was just anxious about what she had planned. 

She was an unprofessional woman!

I was currently sitting on a bench trying to cool down and not cry over her comments. She had her kids run around and even spilled water on me several times… not even just once and the girl kept on grabbing my bag plus even put spilled juice on it so now it was sticky. 

The boy also tried to put gum in my hair… I wasn’t having a good day... 

“I’m sorry!” I heard as I saw… Yunho? “I remember you! You’re the hybrid who stole from people! You stole five hundred dollars from me!” a man yelled at the hybrid. Why was he… out and without a collar? 

Yunho couldn’t do anything but let the man scold him. I sighed and took out five bills and tapped the man’s shoulder. “Huh? Who are you?” he asked and I saw Yunho look at me shocked… “Just take it and stop yelling” I said and he seemed embarrassed but took the money and ran away. 

“You didn’t have to do that… I deserved it” he said and I sighed. “Come on Yunho,” I said and he looked confused… but besides that still followed me. We walked in silence until we made it to the hybrid center.

“y/n! What brings… why are you wet?” Haechan asked and I sighed.

“Long story… is Kun or Doyoung busy?” I asked and he shook his head before leading me to Kun’s office while Yunho followed me closely. 

“What are you doing here? And why are you a mess?” he asked and Yunho came inside with me. “Yunho?” he said, confused. “He was on the street alone, with no collar,” I said and he nodded while telling me he’ll be a minute. “Why are you helping me?” he asked and I gave him a soft smile.

“Cause you don’t seem like a bad hybrid… and you’re also important to Mingi,” I said and he nodded. “Is he here then? Last time I saw him, he said you were only fostering him for a week” he said and he looked desperate to see his friend. 

“I actually ended up adopting him,” I said and he grinned. He seemed happy at the sudden news.

“Is he okay then? Happier?” he said and I saw how his tail wagged at the thought of his friend being happy. I smiled and nodded. “He fits in well with everyone,” I said and I saw how his eyes lit up. 

“I’m glad…” he smiled to himself. 

“I’m sorry by the way what she did… she was getting the twins ready to misbehave today and I'm assuming they did,” he said and I sighed. “You can say that,” I said and he looked apologetic. “But it shouldn’t be you apologizing, you did nothing wrong,g” I said and he shook his head. 

“I did… I robbed you and I caused you trouble, so much trouble, and I–" "Yunho, I forgive you. Mingi explained it… you did it cause you needed to. I understand” I say and he sighs. 

“Yunho?!” I heard as I saw the she-devil herself. “How dare you! I’ll sue for stealing my hybrid!” she yelled and I sighed. Was this her plan? “Yunho, can you explain why you were alone in the street?” Kun asked and he looked at me nervously. Was he also in on this? 

“She left me alone in the middle of Seoul… she told me to find y/n and make sure I went with her but I didn’t want to, I promise! She was gonna lie and try to make this a civil affair, I'm sorry!” he apologized and she scoffed. “He’s lying… he must’ve learned that from the filthy wolf hybrid,” she said and I scoffed. 

“I’m sorry, miss but this is going to become a hybrid mistreatment case”

 I finally made it home where I was greeted by Wooyoung’s excited yell welcoming me back. He was rambling as he led me to the kitchen saying they already ate since it was late but how he was gonna prepare a plate for me. 

“Why are you… sticky?” I heard as I saw Yeosang as he touched the stain on my coat. “Little kids will be kids especially if their parents are as immature as them,” I said and he sighed, seeming to know what I meant. 

“Where’s Mingi?” I asked and he hummed. “Why… did something happen?” he asked, looking right through me and I sighed. “I found Yunho in the middle of the street being berated as the thief and… apparently she planned to sue me for stealing her hybrid but he confessed to her tricks,” I said and he looked surprised. 

“She’d go that far? What happened to the giant dog anyway?” he asked and I sighed… “Hybrid Mistreatment Case is now open… I doubt he’ll be under her care anymore but he’ll officially be up for adoption” I said and he nodded. 

“And you want to talk about it with Mingi,” he said and I nodded. “I just… I don't know. He seems to have mixed feelings about him especially when seeing him around with me” I muttered and he nodded. 

“He did say he always had to share things with Yunho… never felt superior to him so it makes sense” he muttered. “Still… I know he misses him. I want him to at least talk to his old friend” I said and he stared. 

“They're bonded aren’t they?” he asked and I nodded. 

“Wooyoung bonded himself to me while San and him are also bonded. The tigers to each other as well… separating a bonded pair can be damaging to the hybrid’s mental health” he explained. “If… you were to one day decide you didn’t want us or… me I’d feel lost too. Like nothing will be the same again” he confessed. 

“Are you bonded to me?” I asked and he smiled. “You’re my mate, angel. Of course, I'm bound to you… even though I could function… other hybrids of yours wouldn’t. Senghwa and I are probably the only ones…” he said and I knew what he meant. 

Like how Wooyoung’s depressive episodes can get and how San lost some of his memories due to the trauma… Hongjoong though as of recently put his life purpose to protect me.

“Don’t dwell on it too much” he said and I nodded. 

“Oh! I wanted to make sure that you didn’t want to go anywhere? I can still make reservations for you–" "And while I appreciate the offer, no thanks… I would rather not leave if I can avoid it and besides with Wooyoung cooking meat for Mingi these last two months I'd rather just order a bunch of fried chicken and eat it here with some cake” he said and I smiled. 

“Ok… but if you change your mind–” he smiled softly and shook his head while I talked “–the offer stands I'll make it work I promise!” I said and he chuckled. “Thank you, angel”

I can’t believe it sometimes…

It's been a fast year with San and Wooyoung but Yeosang as well… next month will mark a year. 

yunho’s perspective

Everything I did… was to make Mingi happy. It made his life a little easier but I think in the end I always did the opposite. I’m the reason he was so down… so bad with his own self-esteem. The reason he thinks he doesn’t deserve the world. 

And yet… I still hope that she changes that. Even if he hates me now.

Every time I’ve seen her with him… he’d look at me with a look of uncertainty… envy, or simply just annoyance…

I deserved what fate brought upon me. In a cage… with nothing else in here but my thoughts. They said I'd surely get adopted again… but it would never be the same. Mingi wouldn’t be with me.

“Yunho, in an hour you’ll be in touch with a social worker in charge of hybrid cases and a lawyer so we need to get you ready” I heard and I nodded. They were now putting on a collar and any procedures they needed for me to talk about her verbal abuse and neglect…

Everything… since I was a kid. And everything that I witnessed Mingi goes through… every punishment he had and the punishment I took in his place to lessen his pain. 

Every physical altercation… any humiliating thing she made us perform. 

Everything I… had to go through in this miserable lifetime… was just me paying for the collateral.

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[unjustgalaxy]

heres all the runt stuff i did before i got tumblr btw!

guy whos only ever seen undertale: getting real undertale vibes from this

he fell down

[milaisreading]

Crossdresser!Yn AU with baby Kaiser:

Ness: Why is he crying?!

Current Kaiser: How should I know?!

Isagi: Isn't that literally you, though?

Baby Kaiser, still crying: I want Yn! Where is he?! He promised to give me a piggy back ride!

Ness, mumbling to himself: This is so unfair

Current Kaiser: Listen here you runt, he is busy doing something else! He doesn't care about you!

Isagi: So you are finally admitting he doesn't care about you either?

Current Kaiser: Shut it! Him and I are two completely different things!

Isagi: If you say so...

CD!Yn walks in while carrying Chigiri's sister on her back: Heyo. I am back from my date. I bought you the kintsuba you wanted.

Isagi, taking the bag from her: Thanks!!

Ness: Why is she here?

Current Kaiser: This isn't really a girls place

Chigiri's sister: I wanted to visit Hyoma a little. Plus, I have permission from Ego-san to be here.

Ness: Can't you two just break up for my own peace?

CD!Yn: What?

Baby Kaiser, running up to Yn and pulling on her shirt: Why are you carrying her?! That's my spot! She shouldn't be there!

Current Kaiser: I agree with the last part.

Chigiri's sister: The heels I am wearing were a hassle at one point, and Yn decided to carry me like this. I am his girlfriend after all

Baby Kaiser:...

Baby Kaiser starts crying and punching Yn in the stomach: That's not true!! You have to marry me in the future!! You two need to break up!!

Kaiser and Ness start pulling him away while Isagi and Chigiri's sister inspect him for any injuries*

CD!Yn: I need to start getting paid for this

[godhandler]

|Ragdoll runt…Pussy for 2000 yen, mouth half that…Suguru could read your story, typical as a Hallmark movie|

|1500+ words, geto x reader, lil angst, mentions of prostitution, poverty, underage sexuality (both minors), sex as practising bodily autonomy (an attempt, at least), smut, depressed!geto, geto character study| 

a/n: please read this slowly

Summer 2007, Geto Suguru remembers, had sweat dripping down his thighs by breakfast. No matter what he did, however cotton-airy he wore his undershirt, however many hand-fans he batted or however cool ACs he sat under, that suffocating heat burnt his skin inside out. The shower water smarted against his baby-red skin every night. 

Shhhhhhhhhhhh. Yaga explained the mission to him, something about curse user, brothel, report, Nanami, energy residues, spirits. 

Shhhhhhhhhhhh. Sun-cracked lips, skipped meals, unanswered calls, bags under his eyes that Shoko tactfully didn’t ask about. 

Shhhhhhhhhhhh. Days melted into nights melted into days melted into unrelenting exhaustion. On school days, he had his jujutsu uniform ironed crisp, his hair tied into the neatest bun, tight as his fingertips-on-ledge grip on himself. Shhhhhhhhhhhh– shower sounds, crowded applause, TV static where his mind should be. Back in those too-blue summer days, he’d clutched at any semblance of an excuse to remain who he was, a losing battle all this while. 

Suguru Geto was no fool. When he looked around Jujutsu High, all he saw was a cemetery-to-be. He was right, as it’d turn out. He always was. 

But for now he did as Yaga directed. By sheer habit of his model student ways, off he went to Kabukicho, dog fetching sticks for his master. Every sorcerer knew this place like the back of their hand; curses arise often in red light districts. 

It wasn’t hard for him to find the curse-user. The trail of your energy residues led him inside a back-alley diner. Floor-grease stuck to your mop, stale oil and fish in the air, post-work drunks cheering to the jukebox. He pulled you out by the arm, bones poking into his palm, no one coming to your rescue, not even you.

Suguru could read your story, typical as a Hallmark movie. Ragdoll runt of 13 at most, if he had to guess by your height. Scabby knees, hair washed with hard soap, shirt rubbed down to a pale grey. Underfed puberty working what it could in your pin-prick tits that jut starkly over the bars of your ribs. Pussy for 2000 yen, mouth half that. Your big toe popped out a hole in your shoes.

You didn’t resist him, silently climbing into the backseat of his car. You decided to keep your mouth shut for now: you guess that you’re either being arrested by a plain clothes officer (littering? Petty theft? Loitering? Prostitution? Begging?) or you’re being brought to a hotel to be fucked. Mercedes car, official-looking man: you’d raise prices on him. 

Quarry obtained, Suguru Geto mechanically drove to Jujutsu High, shades on to keep out the sun-glare on the windshield. No assistant manager for him– he was to sit for the driving licence test in a few months, he needed all the practice he could get. Strangely, his stomach pained awake, as hungry as you seemed to be. Since the past few months, Suguru had lost all hunger; all food, no matter how sweet or spicy, tasted of the curse-balls anyway, bile permanent at the back of his throat. The back mirror showed that you sat still, looking out the glass, uncomfortable but resigned. 

“If you want, you may drink from the water-bottle there,” he hitched his thumb back. “You have a pimp? That might help your case a bit.”

“Hanasaki-san, from the Blue Tower building.” A pause. “My case?” 

“He put you up to cursing other people? Even if he didn’t, say that in front of the committee, okay?” The jujutsu disciplinary committee that would be hearing your case, he meant. Not that you understood. Not that you knew anything of all this complicated jujutsu crap.  

“Excuse me, but, ahh…” “Geto.” “Geto-sama, what is going on? What cursing?”

“I suppose your ‘clients’ just happened to have their fingers fall off ?”

Suguru heard you clap a hand to your mouth, true terror brimming in your eyes. He knew that fear, he’s seen that over and over again with undiscovered sorcerers like you. The fear of being caught, of being found out. Of others knowing that you have powers, that you’re not like them. The fear of pitchforks out to hunt the witch. His brows tightened. 

Satoru Gojo would obsess over your case, much later, trying to figure out how you influenced him, trying to pin blame, find causality, make sense of this summer any way he could. But his best friend was already hanging by a thread far before you came into his life. 

SNSD sang on the radio, volume increased to drown your soft sobs out. Shhhhhhhhhhhh. The car hummed on the highway. Shhhhhhhhhhhh. Outside flew by indifferent Tokyo City monotony: flats, corporate skyscrapers, malls, trees, traffic and pedestrians. Every step measured by the traffic light, every police officer followed. Law and order and hierarchy and justice. You’d be punished, no doubt about it. “Usage of sorcery with intent of harm and actively causing harm to civilians,” he could hear an elder pronounce your judgement. “Guilty.”

Out of the order you fell. Street rat child with a belly to feed and legs to spread and cursed energy to use. There are no doubts in the jujutsu world: if you weren’t white (a proper Jujutsu High affiliated sorcerer), then black (a curse user) is all you can be. The ropes unravelling inside Suguru threatened to drop him freefalling into the grey. 

So when you stopped crying, eyes hardened in desperate determination, thin hand reaching out to grip around Geto-sama’s broad shoulder, he didn’t question you. It’s as if he expected it. It’s natural, the heat of your palm that burnt through his sorcerer uniform. For even a half-eaten deer attempts a kick at the lion. Even the dead squid on the frying pan squelches for mercy. 

You offered, requested even, and he… he changed lanes, eyes looking on the side of the road every now and then to catch a love hotel. Not that they’re difficult to miss. 

“How old are you?” “Fifteen.” He’d believe it, why not. 

The hotel charged by the hour and for an added bill kept you off the records. The shower he’d sent you to take fell cold against your shoulders (geyser cost extra). Ice-water washing away the summer sweat, shampoo smelling of fake fruits, ones you reminded yourself to pocket before leaving. 

Dripping over the cheap flower-printed vinyl floor, Suguru rolled your hard nipples between his thumb and finger, a test of the goods before he bought wholesale. Kindness, you took it as. A promise that he’ll hold his end of the bargain. His hands buttoned his jujutsu uniform off as if it was never meant to be there. 

Laid on the springy bed, eyes on the ceiling mirror, you memorised his back well enough to draw it blind, hard muscles and curved spine and naked ass and all, from how long he kept you that way. The rocking sounds of sex fell in rhythm, the bedframe’s creaky whining loud against the gaudy pink walls. Not like he thought of being quieter. Not like he thought of anything much at all. Shhhhhhhhhhh. 

His cock hurt. The way he bit your neck, like kids bite on cotton balls before getting vaccinated, hurt. Your ribs sticking out from your chest and concave stomach rubbed raw against him and it hurt. The violent grip on your waist, pulling you into his hips every time he fucked you, it hurt too. 

You didn’t want to cross the boundary, but if it were a different situation, you would have wanted to run your fingers through his hair. Hair that used fancy shampoos, fancy treatments you couldn’t name. Predator hair, lion mane. Messed out of the tight bun, wild it fell from his shoulders to cover your face, getting into your eyes. The strand over his face jumped with every thrust. You counted it: one…two…three…

You’d lost count by the time he finished in the condom. A sigh, veins tensed through his forearms, and the strand stopped jumping. 

Now that he thought about it, what was the point of it all, anyway? He let his loose hair be (Satoru: “What, lost control over your hair? Not saying it’s ugly, mind you.”) He could have just handed you some cash and let you run. Lying to the higher-ups would have been easy either way. Upright Suguru Geto could bend black into white and not a single person alive would say otherwise. 

“They had it coming, those dirty fuckers.” He means the other ‘clients’ you cursed, inadvertently or otherwise. His kinsmen, in a way now, regardless of how he terms them. “You did right, you’re not at fault. Fucking monkeys hurting our people.” Something in the boy, something that tasted of shit and vomit, was cracking like an egg in a fist. 

Suguru fished his pants from the floor, thumbing through his wallet. “How much?”

“If you let me go, for free then.” 

“Take something,” he said. “I’ll call it my good deed for the day.” 

He regarded you, eyes dulled as ever it was. The post-fuck clarity seemed to dip a bit through through the Shhhhhhhhhhh running on loop in Suguru’s head. He could never explain it to his diary: his hands, his face, his skin, his bottomless belly, his dick and balls, his whole body that didn’t feel his. It still hadn’t cleared. In fact, it wouldn't be clear till a few weeks from that day. 

—---

Soggy ramen with pork-bones in the back of a diner. Leftovers that customers didn’t finish. That weird Geto-sama had paid you enough to eat for a few days, and then the money ran out, and slowly back to Kabukicho you crept. 

Said Geto-sama was currently on the little telly hung from the ceiling, next to the stove chimney venting out boiled-crab vapours. Suguru Geto, you mouth out, the honourable new leader of the Time Vessel Association. 

The next day a letter comes to you in the beaks of a little birdie curse. You know who it's from before you open it: he asks if you know how to babysit, he has a job for you.  

a/n: geto my fucked up beloved <3

[nixnephili]

What does everybody call atsushi do they all have nicknames for him or do they all just call him by his name? (I'm absolutely obsessed with this AU btw)

Fyo!Atsushi A.U.- Atsushi Nicknames:

Fyodor:

Codename for missions - Mono - short for Monochrome, referring most often to an image in black and white/ greyscale, though not exclusively.

Between them: - Tigrenok - "tiger cub"

Otherwise, he does use Atsushi-kun formally or when around others.

Sigma:

-Club (inside Casino) - late hours, amongst the crowds of people.

`The 'club' meaning, in cards, is the indication of the stage of “youth” when one places a focus on education, recklessness, and so forth`

-Byako- a diminutive used in between them in the library.

-otherwise calls him Atsushi-kun, Tiger, Atsu.

Nikolai:

Nikolai tends not to care for where they are or around who. So he just has a list...

Runt

Sushi

Brat

In serious/ dire situations, he may slip up and call him Atsushi.

Considering Atsushi's ever growing band of rodent friends, he may refer to him as: "Pied piper" too..

Karma:

Atsushi-San most of the time

Nakajima-San only when Fyodor is present because he gets nervous.

Bram:

Simply Atsushi or Atsushi-kun

He doesn't quite get 'nicknames'...

-Nix🌙

[ask-runtsans]

The small skeleton looked over at you, "...oh...hey...long time no see..." they smiled a little, their normally pink eyes looking like a dull green.

[716chr]

“WE ARE M・T・T・B” - Chapter 4

📍 HAMA House - Kitchen

Ten: Ah—...today’s finally over…..

Ten: (The practice itself isn’t all that hard so I can’t complain……it’s still a drag though.)

Ten: (I guess it still beats getting ambushed by a certain recruiter every day. Feeling kind of thirsty though—)

Ten: Hm?

Muneuji: Murakumo-san.

Ten: (Muneuji Kaguya…..)

Ten: Ah~ Good work today, have a good night~.

Muneuji: Do you have a moment? I’d like to discuss something.

Ten: What?

Muneuji: We really want to know what you think of our performance. As the expert around here, we value your honest feedback.

Ten: (Mm, I figured it was something like that.)

Ten: If you’re feeling that off about it, doesn’t that mean you can already tell what the problem is? You don’t need me to spell it out, do you?

Muneuji: …………。

Ten: (Ah~, was that too unserious?)

Muneuji: I see…. you might be onto something. That really resonates with me.

Muneuji: Your input is profound and very sensible. I really appreciate such insightful words.

Ten: (Insightful words….? Well whatever I guess.)

Ten: ……You’re welcome~. Keep at it~.

📍 HAMA House - Tiger Room

Ten: Oh boy.

Renga: Welcome back, Ten! Dance practice really held you up, huh.

Ten: Yeah, because of that I have a crap ton of messages to reply to now.

Ten: Hm?

Renga: That crow is looking right at us. Maybe it’s a fan of mine….?

Ten: ……。

Ten: (Yeah, yeah. “Know your place as a family member.” You didn’t need to send a messenger, I know that much.)

Ten: Hah, can’t wait to get this whole thing over with—.

📍 HAMA House - Dining Room

Chihiro: Hmm~….

Chihiro: (Lately, it feels like there’s this huge wall between me and the other 3 during practice…..)

Chihiro: (I can’t let it go on like this~. I gotta find a way to break the ice a bit…..)

Chihiro: …..Well, I came to the dining room for that but….. nobody’s here~.

📍 HAMA House - Kitchen

Chihiro: No way~, nobody’s here either…. This is a total bummer…… Did everyone already go back to their rooms—— Oh?

Chihiro: (The back door’s slightly open. Maybe someone was airing out the room?)

Chihiro: Huh!?

Kitty: Meow.

Chihiro: Oh, it’s you, Meowster Jr…. You’re not with your Mama today~?

Kitty: Meow mreow.

Chihiro: Hehe, you’re way too cute. ….I didn’t find anyone I wanna talk to, but seeing you here makes this trip to the kitchen all worth it ♪

Chihiro: C’mere, c’mere~. If PT were here, you’d have a playmate already~

Kitty: Mreow meoow!

Chihiro: Ah…..!

Chihiro: Hey….! Wait, that’s Turysuke!

Kitty: Meow!

Chihiro: Hold it~! That’s not a toy!

📍 HAMA House - Entranceway

Ten: Like I said, you’re really putting me on the spot by asking me to take responsibility here~. Hellooooo, are you listening? Are you crying?

Kitty: Meeeow!

Ten: Oh, what are you doing in there, runt?

Chihiro: Ten-cham! Don’t let that kitty get away!

Ten: Eeeeh? I’m on a pretty serious phone call, you know……

Kitty: Meeeoww!

Ten: Oops, he ran away.

Chihiro: Hey! Ten-cham, you’re responsible too, help Chii catch that lil guy~!

Ten: What do you mean responsibility…… Ah, whatever.

Ten: My bad. Something came up so I’m hanging up now—.

📍 HAMA House - 2F Hallway

Akuta: Arrghhhhh, I’m starvinggg….. I wonder if there’s any food, cooked meals, or just plain ol’ white rice leftover. Would be a godsend if there’s some meat as well.

Kitty: Meeow!

Akuta: Eyy, I know I said meat but that’s not what I meant! I’m against cat consumption!

Chihiro: Atta, catch that lil Meowster for us~!!!!!

Akuta: Aww hell naww! I’m a cat lover not a cat eater~~~!

Ten: I think you’re having a weird misunderstanding here, Akuta.

Akuta: Kitty! Run!!! Run that way before they catch and make a meal outta you~~~!

Kitty: Meeeeoooowwww!

Chihiro: Huff, huff…… We’ve finally got you cornered…..!

Chihiro: You’re as trapped as a mouse in a mousetrap now~! Except, well, you’re a cat~! ……Huh?

Ten: ……Sounds like a familiar tune…

Chihiro: Is that….. our song….?

(Godbless Jelly for the help on Akuta’s dialogues 🙏)

[what-have-i-unleashed]

13 + Fruit Punch (Star sans poly)

this combo is so ???? to me 😭😭😭 like how am i supposed to work this... i have bullshit my way through it now sorry 😔😔😔

13. undefeated - xg, valorant

One, two steps, look who's scared, now you on the run You gon' hear my soundtrack go "dun-dun-dun-dun" I be starting riots when I pull the stunt I got 'em shook, I'm on a roll, check on my stats

“really? this is how you spend your weekend? kidnapping people?”

blue is currently sitting tied to a chair. in front of him are two mysterious figures that he cannot recall ever meeting. they were chatting just before he woke up, and now they look a bit irritated. blue mentally rolls his eyelights. judging by the knots holding him in place, these guys are amateurs.

the gruff one answers his question. “shut up, prisoner.”

blue sighs. “oh no, you’ve captured me, a harmless skeleton. do you guys even know who i am?"

the second one pipes up. “what? you someone important?”

“oh, i wouldn't say so,” blue says with a shrug that doesn’t quite work in his current position. “just that if I mysteriously disappear, certain powerful individuals might take offense. but hey, you do you.”

“he’s bluffing,” gruff scoffs. “no one’s coming for him. he’s just some harmless runt, just like he said.”

blue chuckles humorlessly. “adorable. you’re really doubling down on ignorance, huh? tell me, did your boss give you vague promises of wealth and power if you delivered me? maybe threw in a cryptic warning about not asking too many questions?”

the silence is answer enough.

“thought so,” blue says. “look, i get it. times are tough. money’s tight. but you’ve really stepped in it this time. i almost feel bad for you. almost.”

before any of his kidnappers can retort, a blinding flash of golden light fills the space . the air shimmers with an otherworldly energy that sends a chill down blue’s spine. no matter how much he witnesses it, he still can't help feeling a sense of awe. when the light fades, two figures stands in the doorway, their power unmistakable and their faces decorated with a scowl.

blue beams. “hey! you’re just in time! these guys were about to monologue.”

the kidnappers freeze, their earlier bravado crumbling into sheer terror upon seeing who his rescuers are. blue chuckles as he stands up, shaking off his untied ropes. “told you. now, if you’ll excuse me, i think i’ll let my partners handle the cleanup here. you’re in good hands. or very, very bad ones, depending on how they’re feeling.”

as blue steps past the stunned kidnappers, he pats gruff on the shoulder. “no hard feelings, man. but next time, maybe do your research.”

[eljeebee]

Winter Postlude: Pity

“I’ll be out for a bit, Father.”

Shit. Bloody shit. I can’t keep him inside that makeshift casket for long. I need to find her.

Amelia noticed her hand. They were shaking. Surprised, she let out a breathy laugh and a “shit”.

She’s nervous? A vampire like her? Preposterous.

Amelia takes a deep breath. She can’t find Teresa Williams because she’s been dead for centuries. How is she going to proceed with her plans without her?

I know those Watcher imposters chose another person to be a Pupil. The question is who?

Amelia wandered around, from Newcrest, to the Promenade, to San Myshuno, deep in thought. She needs to find Teresa’s successor to find the woman. The High Priestess. But she’s having difficulties looking for the new Pupil. On top of that, her father’s whining like a little runt.

Just then…

“What are you looking at?” She can see me. That shouldn’t be. My spell is strong…

A woman whose neck was covered (Amelia almost clicked her tongue with this) with thick colorful scarf was walking and was looking straight to her.

She opened her mouth as if she was gasping, as if she was surprised that she saw Amelia, shocked, at the sight of her, but she sneezed and turned away. The woman entered the apartment beside them, presumably her home. Her actions were a little…odd…though. It seemed like her sneeze was forced.

Strange.

I thought she could see me…her eyes looked straight at me. I might need to see her again…just in case.

Amelia finds herself sitting on a picnic table in the middle of who-knows-where in San Myshuno. The sun had already set, and the streetlights illuminated the city. If this was under normal circumstances, she would have enjoyed exploring what the modern world could offer, but she’s stuck with her father, and they must stick together, because they’re the “only ones who have each other”.

Or whatever her father said. He has plans.

Amelia knows he’s not going to accept unfulfilled plans. She knows her father – as spoiled as his sons. Whatever he wants, he gets. Whatever his plans are, it happens. Unfortunately for him, he didn’t get the Overlord’s friendship when another vampire maiden was chosen to be his bride.

I just know if I was the Overlord’s wife, I wouldn’t be stuck with him…

I don’t want to be his wife though.

Amelia let out a loud exhale.

When she got back to their refuge, she saw her father sitting on her stool. The candle was lit.

Is his dark vision waning?

“You left the candle lit, Amelia. What if I was burned?”

“I didn’t,” she restrained clicking her tongue, or even sighing. “You won’t burn, Father. That’s an ordinary fire.”

“Why do you keep this thing?”

“I like it. Why did you light it?”

He didn’t answer. Of course he won’t. Since when has he admitted things? Is he getting weak? Should I be worried?

“Did you find her?”

“No.”

“Amelia, you useless child! How long are we going to be like this? I need to find the Pupil now; I want to get my hands on Straud right fucking now!”

She tries her best not to snarl. With practiced patience, she replied, “It’s not easy looking for mortals in this cold, Father. They want to keep warm. Once the ice melts and the flowers bloom, it will be easy.”

And she wants to investigate this girl she saw earlier. But of course, she’s not going to tell him. If she did, he’d do everything himself, and her plans might fail.

He huffed. “A lord like me shouldn’t be stuck in this dump, feeding on rats.”

Her fangs gritted together, her head pounding. With a hiss, she angrily said, “That’s all I could give you without people suspecting us! Do you want to alert the Overlord? While you’re at this state?” She knows he might hit her for this, but it would be like an ant’s bite. He’s weak. He’s no longer as powerful as before. She doesn’t fear him anymore.

“It’s not enough, Amelia.” It was almost a whisper. But her sharp hearing picked it up.

His shoulders slumped. He mumbled, “Just this once, dear. Let Father have one mortal blood. My body just needs one more push…”

Amelia took a moment to let her golden eyes wander around her father’s body. She could feel his dark energy pulsating weakly, its tendrils barely enveloping his body. It no longer reaches her. He’s no longer frightening. It’s like it’s fading. Waning. The Overlord struck him well.

“I…”

She sighed.

“I’ll go look for a poor urchin. You’ll have to help me get rid of the body though.”

“I will…thank you, my dear.”

She turned on her heel and left.

A glance, before she went down the stairs, and she saw him returning to the makeshift casket.

Amelia sometimes pities her father.

[askwesterntale]

This seems like my kinda place honestly!

Also time for a few asks!

To runt: is runt your real name or nickname?

To chara: *there was no questions, but it did start to rain chocolate on chara in I couldn't manner* I have to, it's tradition to bombard charas with chocolate

To sans/tumbleweed: do you ever slack off? And what do you like to drink?

To papyrus/horseshoe: don't monsters usually get along? Why bounty hunt? Also, *gives a plate of spaghetti (well made)* try this!

To undyne/gunpowder: opinions on the skele-brothers and them robbing the nice cream store every morning?

To alphys: we know what you are, when will you confess to the fish

To MTT/sandstorm: is anything you do legal?

That's all folks! Enjoy my asks. Pardner

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don’t worry!! you’ll be tagged when I do the rest, I just wanted to get smth out rn..

[mx-mongoose]

SO UH this is my Osomatsu san sona Gonsa, they’re an intern at Dekapan’s lab and acts like a mad scientist but is really just a big theater kid who has a thing for science, biology and dissections. They’ll basically do dissections on anything, people, roadkill, basically any willing participant. Their goal isn’t to hurt or cause pain or scare people, if they do its purely because they couldn’t control their own impulses and got too excited.

Their dynamic with Dekapan is very much a mentor and student dynamic. Gonsa ADORES and really respects Dekapan as a boss and as a fellow scientist. He’s probably the person they feels the most themselves around and can be as kooky as they want without being judged or seen as something horrible just for dissecting a dead rat in the middle of the street.

Chibita is one of their closest friends because when they ran away at graduation, that’s how they met Chibita and they bonded over being homeless runts. They stood close to each other, Chibita helped them to become a bit more fluent in Japanese outside of just textbook learning so they could get a job easier and so they could talk to each other better without them sounding so robotic. They started bunking together once Chibita got his first apartment and Gonsa kinda jumped around jobs for a bit to help make rent and it was MISERABLE until they started working for Dekapan. Them and Chibita are bros and regularly eat at his oden stand if Chibita doesn’t already bring whatever leftovers there is home. Chibita over the years has gotten used to his friend’s kookiness and kinda scary quirks over the years, and even then Gonsa is chill when they’re at home anyways so its not like they’re a nuisance to be around. But he is annoyed when he finds random jars of organs in the kitchen from god knows where.

The Matsuno Bros, for the most part, are a little scared of them since they don’t know Gonsa as well and kinda scared they’re gonna steal their organs when they aren’t looking or something. Like the first time they see them they were standing over an operating table with Dayon on it and maniacally laughing soooooo- Gonsa just kinda see them as silly guys they see doing hijinks time to time. They’ve known them in highschool, but didn’t really talk to them outside of Karamatsu since they were both in theater (Gonsa worked in Tech). In their mind they see them as “The red one who’s said the word ’boobs’ more times then Gonsa has probably seen their own, Karmatsu, the jumpy green one, the purple one who has cat hair on his clothes all the time, the yellow one who they THINK is probably still a delinquent but not sure, and the pink one they see downtown sometimes’.

I wanna make Gonsa and Karmatsu’s dynamic since that’s the one i’m trying to work out the most kinks on. I’m a Karamatsu fan sue me.

(GONSA’S GOGGLES WERE ORIGINALLY YELLOW WHICH IS WHH THEY’RE YELLOW HERE still debating on the yellow honestly)