#shuddup feisty

[feistys-junk-n-art]

The urge to post pics of desserts I've made over the years is strong today

The devil on my shoulder's gonna get punted into the stratosphere

[mishy-mashy]

Working on an old Grey Deer fic (think like 2020 Black Clover) that deals with past attempts to bring devils into the world, and one unfortunate soul (OC) got dragged in by mistake

Said unfortunate soul (Ellia) has to learn the spoken language, but can read their written one. They all barely scrape by with this bridge

Involves,

Yami and Nacht teaching swear words to a foreigner

"Dammit*," Yami cursed, before turning to Ellia. "That means gosh diddly darn," he said, writing his 'translation' in the air. Notably, he was using a magic item, rather than his own magic, allowing him to write words cleanly in the air.

Since his Dark Magic was slow and bleeding in writing, he came prepared with this magic pen to talk to her via writing.

(*kuso = shit, fuck, dammit)

"Dammit," she parroted with a tone that didn't match her swear.

"You're a motherfucking bitch. That means, 'I like you very much'," Yami imparted with a straight face, writing his skewed translation for her to read.

"You are a motherfucking bitch," she repeated, with the politeness Morgen was teaching her as a norm. She had yet to even realize she wasn't using casual speech. After all, Morgen saw it good to start her off as polite.

Nacht snickered to himself.

"'Asshat' is a polite suffix you add at the end of your sentences."

"You look well today, asshat?"

"Yup," Yami said deliberately, a grin spreading on his face. "Do it just like that."

Case 15 of this backfiring: Mereoleona Vermillion

Morgen was a bit confused.

Lady Mereoleona was yelling at Yami, who was cowering behind the much thinner, smaller Ellia, using her as a shield. His hands clutched her shoulders, dependent on her to protect him from the feisty woman.

Yami also happened to be grabbing Nacht by the back of his collar, preventing him from leaving them to the lioness.

Frankly, Morgen walked in on a Scene™, and he knew it. He expected it when - less than 10 seconds ago - Yami had sprinted by and kidnapped their thinner companions to flee with him from the royal that sprinted by not even a second later.

Nacht was clearly trying to leave, while Yami played the victim card.

"I'm scawed, Ellie. The big mean lady keeps chasing me…." Yami trembled, cowering behind the confused Ellia.

"You're the one who-!!!" Mereoleona completely ignored his attempt of a living wall, ire clearly directed over Ellia's left shoulder.

"Can't you let me go already?! Fix your own damn problem!" Nacht shouted, one leg up in his trying to run as Yami maintained a crushing grip on the back of his collar.

"Shuddup! I thought we would be together through thick and thin!!" Yami argued back at Nacht, immediately going back to playing puppy dog eyes behind her back. "Ewwie, Yami is scawed….."

Ellia stared, back and forth between Yami, Nacht, and the fuming stranger she didn't know.

"Um…" Her gaze moved back to Mereoleona, and in the vocabulary they taught her, "Can you fuck off, you damn bastard?" she asked innocently. "Please."

"......"

A shade promptly fell over everyone's faces.

A mission in Raque

"Me and my family went there a few times when me and my Nii-san were younger," Morgen commented.

"If the Raque is a tourist place, what is I come to see?"

(Translation: if Raque is a tourist destination [for nobles and knights], what are people going there to see or do?)

"Raque is a beach located in the Noble Realm," Morgen informed her sunnily, his finger pointing up beside his head to subtitle what he just said. "It's full of strong mana, so it's always warm. And it's right beside the most dangerous Grand Magic Zone!"

"...." Well. She had been curious at first, but the latter information seemed to make her wilt and disinterested.

"But there's a bit of a problem," Morgen continued, dropping his hand to cup his chin. "While we are knights, entry is limited, so we're more likely to be allowed in as nobles…"

"Just say that the beach doesn't like foreigners like us, you blue blood," Yami retorted, catching onto what Morgen was beating around the bush over. "Just say we're your clown monkeys you drag around as a sadistic noble, and they'll let us in."

"No, that's..."

"Just look." Yami jabbed a thumb at Ellia, who was looking at the pillars in the architecture, their words too fast and numerous for her to try understanding. "That one can be your pretty foreign concubine that doesn't know what she is apart from eye candy."

"Don't say that, Yami. It's rude."

Ellia happened to catch exactly one word for context: candy. She looked back and raised her hand to exclaim, "I like fudge!"

"..."

Yami looked at her. Then back at Morgen. Re-jabbing his thumb, Morgen's smile a tad stiff,

"See?"

Nacht plays for keeps.

"So what're you gonna do, Vice-Captain?" Yami looked at Nacht. "Even Ellia is back. Life is gonna be hectic, you know."

Nacht looked over and took one look at Ellia, currently getting proper introductions in with the other Black Bulls. And,

"I'm going to charm the pants off of her."

"... You mean that figuratively, right?"

"I’m 110% serious."

".... Yeesh. I didn't need to know that."

Yami wasn't even surprised.

Nacht not catching a break even when he wasn't a knight. He might as well be an honorary one with how often he gets dragged into the knights' lives

At least, in the comfort of the Faust house, Nacht could get some alone time. Sweet, sweet silence. Honestly, after all the hard work and shitstorm he was put through, he could say he deserved this—

Knock knock.

….. There's not a weirdo on my window, is there?

Ellia knocked again.

There is, he realized in slight horror and confusion.

Morgen getting put up for a date auction in a fundraiser

Yami clicked his tongue, glaring at the clipboard that Ellia was holding, the two staring at the same blank list. They'd spent a good five minutes just reading the heading (auction "items") already, with no names beneath.

"We need people to auction off for dates," she commented, far less irritated than Yami. "People that others are actually interested in."

Yami's name was pointedly written at the top of the list and crossed out frantically.

"Kingdom can't accept a foreigner," Yami muttered.

[Foreigners] pointed at them.

"..." Ellia looked at him during his mutter, the arrow flashing above their heads. She looked back to the clipboard, stowing her reaction away. "It is more that you are unwashed and smell."

"You think these people will suddenly find me attractive if I took a bath?" Yami snorted, the idea laughable. Something so simple wouldn't change the people's minds.

"Don't say that, Yami. You have redeemable features yourself," a new voice interjected.

They'd have questioned that 'redeemable features' bit, if that voice hadn't made them go quiet in realization. They both turned at the same time to stare at Morgen.

A mess of arrows pointed at him.

Rich

Noble

Popular with everyone

Strong magic

Pretty

Goody two-shoes

"You two are aware this may be taken the wrong way?" Morgen asked with some worry for his friends. This was a strange, if novel idea, that Ellia had—but the idea of auctioning off others was off-putting. He noticed their staring at him. "?"

"It's for a good cause," Yami rumbled, exuding a dark aura that somehow made his eyes glow in red dots.

"The perfect person," Ellia whispered in a voice more fit for the possessed.

Morgen started sweating a little bit.

"Yami? Elle?"

[vanchlo]

Magic Moment

Hello! I could NOT resist writing another blurb about boyfriend!harry for my lovely friend, @bfharry‘s BOYFRIENDATHON after I got this idea! I’ve always loved baseball myself and playing lots of catch at work recently inspired this, as well as falling in love with Queen ;) Enjoy  some fluff about playing catch with boyfriend!harry at your childhood home c:

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Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.4k words

Pairing: Harry x Reader

Music Inspo: This Magic Moment by Ben E. King and The Drifters (click to listen and yes Sandlot *wink*) 

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“Follow your heart, kid, and you can never go wrong.”

- The Sandlot

“Come on, it wasn’t that bad,” you jest, giggling nervously. The screen door closes with a loud whap! behind the both of you.

“Ya, maybe it wasn’t fer you,” he sighs in a whisper, stuffing his hands into his pockets. His high-top white converses slap! down the wooden stairs quickly. “I think I need anotha beer afta that.”

“Follow me.”

A humid heat hits you in the face when you open the scarlet-colored door to the garage. The familiar smell welcomes you, and so do the sights of your father’s tools hanging up on the walls. The lawn mower still sits in the same spot, his pair of old glasses remain perched on the windowsill, and the tiny mini fridge in the corner awaits your call.

“Thanks,” he mumbles after taking a long pull from the refreshing beer. You opt for a Whiskey-Coke, instead, the carbonation sending shooting stars across your tongue. You watch him wipe away the bead of sweat running down his forehead, and then the subsequent smile that drills the dimples into his cheeks. “Bloody hell, if that isn’t tha cutest thing ‘ve eva seen.”

A questioning ‘what’ barely passes your lips once you spot the miniature lilac colored baseball glove on a shelf. Next, a laugh falls from your lips and he echoes it with his own adorable concoction. 

“Hard t’ believe yer hand was eva that tiny, love.”

“I know, it’s funny that my dad kept it around.”

“I would if I were him, ‘s bloody adorable,” he notes, picking up the battered leather mitt with a content smile. “Ah, lookie here. Up fer a game o’ catch, love? Bet I could whoop yer ass.”

“Harry, you can’t beat somebody in catch!” you protest, the cool liquid gracing your lips, providing you a few seconds of relief from the summer heat. 

“We’ll just see ‘bout that, now won’t we?” he teases with a wiggle of his eyebrows. A tan, leather baseball glove hits you square in the chest, landing in your arms while he slips on a darker twin of it. “C’mon, I wanna see how girly of a throw ya got.”

“Oh, shut up. You have no idea what’s coming for you. You’re dating a former softball player here.”

“Am I now? Ya don’t seem that intimidatin’ t’ me, miss,” Harry laughs softly, the billowy cotton of his red Hawaiian themed shirt catching the wind once your feet find the grass. “Dunno how anythin’ can be intimidatin’ afta meetin’ yer bleedin’ father, tho’. Bloody hell,” he remarks, shaking his head. 

“It really wasn’t that bad, Harry,” you correct him, placing your tall can beside his dark glass bottle. 

“It was. Didn’t know he’d be so fookin’ hard on me, askin’ all o’ those questions. He never even smiled at me once, babe,” he scoffs, sliding the glove onto his large hand and messing around with it until it’s comfortable enough. 

“Yes, he did.”

“No, he didn’t. Or I didn’t see it. Dunno why he was so cold t’ me. Ya’ve always had such good things t’ say ‘bout growin’ up with him . . ,” he exhales, tossing the ancient brown and red baseball into the mitt. His short curls dance around atop his head as he crosses the large backyard, the very same one you played kickball in, where you hit home run balls into the woods, set cartwheel records in, and still have the pieces of wood set into the ground marking the bases. 

“He’s quiet, Harry, that’s all. You just have to find something in common with him, and then you’ll hit it off. I promise you, he liked you.”

“Don’t believe ya there, he was givin' me tha evil eye tha whole time durin’ dinna, even tho’ I was fakin’ likin’ his burgers. They were dry as hell,” he grumbles, soon coming to a stop a good way across the grassy area. Messing with his light-washed denim shorts, he checks his phone before letting it fall back into one of its pockets. “Reckon ‘s cuz yer his li’l girl, loads mo’ protective o’ you cuzz’a that.” 

“Keep going, I’m not a sissy.”

“Oh, so I should go long, ‘s that right? Dunno if ya can make it t’ me if I go back any farther,” he winks, the dimples set into his cheeks all the way from here, you notice.

“Would you hush? I pitched all throughout high school, I can make your hand hurt from catching it, if you keep running your mouth,” you argue. 

“Oooooo, she’s gettin’ feisty now,” he chuckles, raising his voice to carry across the clipped green grass, tall trees framing the yard. He pats his taut fist into the palm of the glove, the baseball snug in his large hand. Why, of course it is, Mr. Huge Hands.

Seconds later, the ball soars through the air and banks to the left, but with a jump, you catch it just in time. 

“What the hell was that?” you laugh, holding up your hands. 

“Erm, ‘m warmin’ up? Y’know, gotta get the old righty back in ‘s place,” he insists, stretching his dominant arm this way and that, ever so dramatically. 

“Whatever. You’re full of shit, Harry,” you call back, adding extra volume to your voice. His bottom lip escapes to between his teeth while his head goes from side to side. You surprise him with your throw and he misses it, pulling a loud laugh from your lips. “Not so confident, are we now?”

“Shuddup! Ya were a bloody softball player, ya got advantage ova me, ‘s not fair.”

“Don’t you start whining now! You’re the one who wanted to play catch with a five time-.”

“Ya ya, we get tha point, babe. Yer a bloody star when it comes t’ softball. I know, I know. Wish I coulda seen ya play, woulda been fun. Ya should join a summer league, they sound like a hoot,” he comments, locating the ball at last back in the woods and landing it in your glove. 

“And I played with my brother all of the time, and he was M.V.P two years in a row on his high school baseball team.”

“Good fer him, maybe he should be out here playin’ with you, instead,” Harry says when your throw to him sails over his head. “God, can ya control that arm o’ yers fer once?”

“Sorry!” you laugh, knowing that he doesn’t believe it for a second. 

“Sure ya are.” 

The ball arrives in your mitt with a pleasing whap! and your hand settles over it. Brushing your fingers along the coarse stitches, the shocks of green grass stains on the leather welcome you back to your childhood, tossing around this very same ball with your older brother and father. The nostalgia brings your hand to your pocket, and your fingers soon tap the screen of your phone. 

“C’mon, slow poke! What’re ya waitin’ fer? ‘Fraid ‘ll beat ya afta all?” Harry quips from across the yard, nearing you to retrieve his beer that he sips from. With a pleased ‘ahhhh,’ he sets it down on the gray cinder blocks of the nearby fire pit after walking back, placing enough space between him and it so he doesn’t run into it. 

Sliding your phone back into your pocket, music soon pours from the large bluetooth speaker in between you against the garage. 

“‘s this just fantasy? Caught inn’a landslide, no escape from realityyyyyy. Open yer eyes, look up t’ tha skies, and seeeeee,” Harry sings loudly, pumping his arms down at his sides and closing his eyes adamantly. “‘m just a poor boy, I need no sympathy. Because ‘m easy come, easy go, li’l high, li’l low.” 

“Any way the wind blows, doesn’t really matter to meeeeee,” you sing back, savoring the large smile painting his face as he catches your throw with ease. 

“Toooo meeee,” he sings back. “Mamaaaaaa just killed a man, put a gun against his head. Pulled my trigger, now’s he dead. Mamaaaaa, life had just begunnnn. But now ‘ve gone and thrown it all awayyyyy,” he sings to the baby blue skies dotted with clouds, adamantly strumming an invisible guitar. He echoes your laugh that flies between the two of you, joining the robins and starlings flitting between the trees. “Knew I picked a good one, she’s got a good arm and a bloody good taste in music. Ya betta play Take On Me next, or all bets are off.”

“Oh, you know that I will. It feels like an eighties night, playing catch in the backyard during the summer. It’s just like when I was little,” you note aloud, jogging to the right to catch his next throw until it falls into your glove. 

“‘Bout tha same fer me, just with footy, think this ‘s how ‘d like t’ spend my summers still . . I loved it so much, playin’ in tha backyard listenin’ t’ tha radio, and think my kids would too,” he says casually, sparking a blush in your cheeks at the mention of him as a father. Oh, what you would do to be able to see him playing catch with a little dark-haired boy or girl who calls him ‘Daddy.’ 

Fuck me, you think hastily. 

Quickly, your shared favorite part of the song comes and he imitates the guitar shredding while you repeatedly toss the ball into your mitt, watching him. 

“But eva since I watched Wayne’s World as a kid, I can’t avoid bangin’ my head when it gets t’ this part,” Harry chuckles, tossing a pop fly towards the overhang of tree branches. “I love tha trees here, ya know, ‘ve neva seen so many.” 

“Me too, I love that part in the movie, and I love them too. It’s crazy to think how long they’ve been around to get this big. Some of them were as tall as I am now when I was little.”

“Huh,” he hums curiously, shooting into the air to grab a high one you tried to trick him with. Your eyes can’t help but wander to his dark fern tattoos that peek out when his shirt rises. “Ya think I should keep it still, or get rid o’ it?” Harry poses to you, puckering his lips at you with a mischievous grin. 

“You almost remind me of Freddie Mercury with that ‘stache,” you say, the laugh growing from somewhere deep inside of you. He shrugs his shoulders and tosses a fast one back to you, hitting your glove square in the center with a heavy slap! 

“Dunno why ya think that’s such a good joke, ‘s a damn compliment, if ya ask me.” 

“Uh oh, are we getting a big head over there because you’ve caught my last three throws?” you joke, watching the ball soar high into the air amongst the green covering of the trees. 

“Hey, be easy on me,” he pouts, his words disagreeing with his actions that send a hot fastball into your palm. 

“Why? You’re never easy on me when we play Mario Kart or Cribbage.” 

“Hey! You don’t have a bleedin’ nearly professional career in any o’ those!” he protests and then curses when your curveball nicks the tip of his glove. 

“So, and neither do you, and you’re still aggressive as fuck when we play them! Huh, what’s your excuse, Harry?” 

“Galileo!” he calls out. 

“Galileo!” you echo, and the rest follow suit between the two of you as the song plays. 

“‘m just a poor boyyyyy, nobody loves me,” he sings loudly, causing you to cough on your drink that you take a swig from. 

“Keep telling yourself that,” you shoot back, setting down the wet can as he approaches you. 

“But I am,” he whines, pushing out his bottom lip that you flick with your finger. 

“Watch it!” 

“Or what?” you counter, savoring the annoyed expression that soon fills his features. There’s just something about pushing his buttons that gets you going, even though you know that you shouldn’t do it. 

“Or else I won’t bloody learn tha rest o’ Blackbird on guitar fer you,” he retorts playfully, taking a long pull from his bottle. 

Now, it’s your turn to shout ‘hey!’ until he scoops you into his arms, your surprised shriek piercing the sky. 

“You better finish learning it! But, I think that I like Freddie better.”

“How? Paul ‘s far betta. ‘ll always love Queen, and The Beatles don’t have anythin’ on Bohemian Rhapsody, but Paul ‘s tha betta musician. Trust me, I should know,” he disagrees, pecking your temple before pulling away and tossing the ball into your waiting glove. 

“But, Freddie had a four octave range.”

“And? So does Paul,” Harry shrugs, raising his left arm in the air to snag your fastpitch that he almost loses. “Paul McCartney ‘s tha superior musician, just trust me on this.” 

“Paul McCartney has nothing on Freddie Mercury,” a voice pipes up, turning the both of your heads to the right where you find your dad stepping out of the garage with a weathered black baseball glove snug upon his right hand. 

You swear that you could hear Harry’s apprehensive gulp from all of the way over here, and when you look, you find his adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. 

“But Paul was betta on guitar, bass, and drums,” Harry argues, nervously tossing the ball into his glove repeatedly. 

Your dad closes the door behind him softly, and steps out on the grass, adjusting his glasses. Surprise is absent from your range of emotions when your dad shrugs his shoulders, but you’re sure that it coats Harry’s insides in the next few moments. 

“You’re right there, I like somebody who can stand up for their argument,” he comments, nodding a head towards Harry who out of the corner of your eye is smiling, just the slightest. “I think I might like this one,” he says to you, holding out his glove towards Harry, with his lips curling into his cheeks. 

The smile on your boyfriend’s face almost matches that of your father’s, but he’s got nothing on the grin plastered across Harry’s face because of your next words. 

“I think I do, too, Dad.”

[maiuowrites]

Training Gone Wrong 2

Continuation of TGW.

TW tags; Blood, Gore, mentions of child trafficking, child abuse, implied non-consent, and violence.

Please read at your own risk.

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    A low growl was coming from the one Sans had apparently hit, the welt from the child in clear view until Papyrus realized what it was… 

‘A Dog?...’ He thought, his grip on the two tightening. ‘When do they come out this far?’

“shit... hang on!” Papyrus said, keeping them close and trying to port… 

...Only for it to fail. 

“...P-...Papyrus?” Alphy’s voice quivered, both looking up at him in worry and fear. 

“...n-... now, hold on…” He cursed in his mind, his legs continuously moving them back as he looked around before looking to the now large Canine who was snarling. 

“Who th’FUCK tossed WHAT?!” The Canine roared. “Yer DEAD!”

“go, go-... jus’ go-!” Papyrus was quick to tear them both from his legs, pushing and shoving them to move, to run. “head back home, get home- fuck!!” 

Papyrus once again grabbed both of them by the backs of their shirts, yanking them behind him as the Monster had fully jumped and almost crushed them in his landing, blocking their paths to escape. 

The two elder monsters stared at the other, Papyrus’ eyes inverted to black with his pupils glowing harsh in his ember coloring as his own snarl came while the Canine looked at them all… His glare glided over Papyrus and down to the two smaller ones, before a devious smile came on his lips. 

“...What do we have here?...” The Canine smiled eerily, sniffing the air before he began to chuckle darkly. “three kids in stripes?... aw, kiddos, y’know startin’ shit ya can’t finish means you’ll go to the Royalty for punishment… Riiiiiiight~?”

“... we didn’ mean no harm, was practicin’ on th’flowers…” Papyrus bit back, trying to sound strong, but it was so weak, his voice cracking that seasoned Monsters could hear it. 

“Yeah, it’s not our fault you look like a hives ass!” Sans growled, bristling to the Canine. “Who the hell sleeps in a field of Red echos!? Of course, if--”

Quicker than lightning, Papyrus shoved him and Alphy’s both farther behind him, snapping at his younger brother to shut up. Once he looked back, the Canine had a spark in his eye that put Papyrus on edge.

“...Oh, feisty, are we?” They spoke with a sickening deep voice. “...How ‘bout I take ya somewhere instead… Teach ya all a fuckin’ lesson in not ta disrespect yer elders!”

“I’d like to see you try, ya overgrown hairball! I’ll take you on!” Sans growled, literally trying to shove his way in front of Papyrus. 

“Sans, shut th’fuck up!” Papyrus growled under his breath as he watched Alphy’s cover Sans mouth with both hands. Looking back to the canine as he spoke again,  “Look, buddy, no need fer tha-”

Papyrus was grabbed by the front of his sweater, issuing a yelp that cut off his sentence as he was pulled nasal ridge to Canine nose with the other monster. A dark and sinister snarl, as rage filled eyes peered down at Papyrus. 

After a while he scoffed at the teen, the rage that had been there lessened to something akin to annoyance. “Damn, kids these days can’t even understand a lick o’ manners… fuckin’ useless bag o’magic reserves... ” 

Papyrus started squirmed, taking his claws and trying to dig into the creatures flesh; but was stopped by the next bit of words from the Canine. 

“Y’know… Th’ Ringers will teach ya lil’shit eaters some good manners...” He pointed to Sans with a sickening smile. “You, especially…” 

“no-!” Papyrus growled, his eyes now filling with his own anger. “don’t you fucking dare-”

“Or what? Piss off before I dust you.” The canine tossed Papyrus to the side and out of his way. “Yer so fuckin’ weak, it’d be too easy ta kill ya… Don’t worry, Kid… I’ll take these burdens off yer claws instead… C’mere, Kids.” Moving towards Sans and Alphys as if he was doing Papyrus a favor. 

Sans stood in front of Alphy’s, his own rage in his eyelights as he tried to protect his sister. “What makes you think we’ll go with you, asshole?! Don’t you know who we are!? How ignorant of you to--”

The Canine began to laugh hard and heartily, interrupting Sans from his triad of words, just as Papyrus was once again seeing black spots in his vision. His focus became hazy yet again as he struggled getting up onto his feet. 

“You are the Adoptee of a fucking Guardsman! Of Course, your Royal Highness,” the Canine said mocklingly, “oh how could one fucking forget who YOU are?...” The canine suddenly grabbed them both in his massive clawed hands, amusement crossing his features as they tried to escape. “Ringers would pay a hearty price for such a kid like you…,” his eyes glancing over to Alphys with a sickening and disturbing look, “While she look’s like she'd make a wonderful Toy if taught right…” 

Alphy let a small shriek out as she was squeezed tighter, only to gain a breath as the canine eased up. “Oh, she squeaks… That’s perfect.” he purred as he once again squeezed her a bit tighter hoping to hear that pleasant squeak sound, desperately wanting to hear again. 

Papyrus was dazed, but trying his hardest to shake off whatever was plaguing him. He could only stare as his siblings were in the hands of the Beast… His words were mumbled, but the word ‘Ringer’ came loud and clear… 

Instantly, Papyrus could feel himself boil with rage, with disgust, with a power he hasn’t felt since That Time… In the back of his skull, he could hear His Voice… Encouraging… 

His siblings calling for help, their cries of his names, were fading…

                             All the while His Voice started Drowning him. 

                                                    Suddenly, 

                                             Papyrus was Back

                                              Back In Hell

“That’s A Good Boy. Thrive In That Feeling…”

                                                                    “It Feels Wonderful, Doesn’t It?...”

               “Oh, Yes… The Burst Of LV. 

                                    Don’t Worry, It Only Hurts For The First Couple Of Times.”

                                                                         “It’s Quite Addictive, Isn’t It?”

       “Yes, Good… Kill…”

                                                             “...Kill…”

                                                                                                 “... KI LL…”

                                           “KILL THEM ALL!”

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     Sans watched in hidden horror as he kept trying to use any tactic he could to get free from the claws which wrapped around him and Alphy. His hands still had no claws, so he couldn’t scratch. He could feel the Beast squeezing his ribcage, almost cracking it before he went and chomped down on the flesh, finally grateful his fangs were being put to use. 

...But to a price, he saw. 

“GRAWWWH!! You fuckin’ lil’ BASTARD!” The Canine roared, taking Sans and slamming him down on the ground, issuing a fracture as he was dazed. “Don’t fuckin’ bite or next time I might dust ya!” 

“S-stop! Leave him alone!” Alphy screamed, trying all her might to use her own dull claws to dig into his flesh to no avail, turning to try and bashing on his hand with her fists, tears streaming down her face. 

“Ah, shuddup, Kid.” The Canine said, before apparently an idea came to them.

He grounded Sans under his foot to keep him in place, as he looked at Alphy with his full attention. “Ya know… Toys don’t move their arms… Think I’ll go ahead and just-” He sickeningly smiled as he grabbed Alphy’s arm, her tear soaked face shocked…

Her scream ruptured through the whole Waterfall as he had simply twisted her arm with ease, continuing until her arm turned and twisted in an unnatural way. 

“There…” he cooed, “now th’other one… I should still get a good deal outta you, especially…” The Canine said, taking her other arm with amusement, pulling it out-

And then howled in pain yet again! Looking downward as he felt-

“You--” He snarled at Sans, who had sunk his teeth once more into the flesh of the Beast. This time in his foot. “Oh-... Hohoho… Alright, let's see how much fight you have after I rip them fangs out...” He stomped once more on Sans, making him gasp and his ribcage cracked under his pressure, before quickly taking a fang and yanking it out. 

Sans let out a loud scream, his sockets wide now in horror as he watched his fang turn to dust right before him, squirming to stay away as the Canines hand came back and forcefully grabbed another one.

“...Two…” Another harsh yank, another scream-

“Three- GHK!” 

The Canine stumbled backwards, Sans watched as something warm decorated his face. Lifting his head, trying to see what was going on, Sans froze in utter terror...

There was his older Brother; Papyrus, his claws seemed longer and now soaked in blood and dust as he practically staggered almost twitchingly. But that wasn’t what put the horror on his younger brother's face, no… 

The face Papyrus was making was absolutely terrifying; Mixed with his sockets wide, his fangs stretched into a large smile, his eyelights almost spun like multiple discs within. They were thin, but the speed made it look like he was looking everywhere at once, and when he looked at Sans… He swore, for a split moment, his own brother would kill him. 

Tears streamed down the young Monsters face as his older sibling walked closer and closer… Sans rib cage was cracked in a way that as he took a breath in, his mouth was covered in copper. A pained noise came from him, issuing his sockets to close tight. 

He could hear his brothers lazy shuffle come, and for once dreaded him coming near.

‘It’s a nightmare!’ Sans thought, even if the pain was far too real for his liking. ‘It’s a nightmare, a nightmare! Just open your sockets, open your eyes, open your eyes, dammit! This isn’t real!’ The noise of the steps got louder and louder… Until they stopped.

Right beside him, Sans could practically smell the wave of copper and his brother's presence right next to him. Sans shook, but tried to lay still… If he moved, he feared that would be the last move he’d make. He doesn’t even know if he could move his arms since the pain of his torso was practically killing him.

The next noise he heard was Alphy’s terrified shrill with the Canines pained howl.

Sans sockets opened quickly as he tried to turn his head to her. What he saw made him gape…

Papyrus had somehow moved without a noise; He moved and tore off the Canines arm that held Alphy seemingly with no issue at all! It even looked like a clean cut. 

Keeping a hold of the dusting arm; he tore into it until Alphy’s was completely free of the offending Canines claws. Scooping her out gently, keeping her close to his chest as she curled up and began to cry into him. Her little body covered in blood, shaking from the trauma of it all. Papyrus just as equally; if not more so; covered in blood. Looking down on the Canine with the intent to kill in his eyelights. 

                             “...You… Deserve… N O… M E R C Y…” 

His voice sounding eerie, something that-

Sans wasn’t sure whose voice that was, but he stared as his brother went after the Canine, who at this point was trying to flee. 

“W-...” Sans sockets prickled once more as he watched his brother dart after the Canine. “W-WAIT! DON’T LEAVE ME! 

PAPYRUS!!” 

                                           To Be Continued...

Writers Notes;

I want to do a special shoutout to my wonderful friend @crowsworks for helping me out MAJORLY making it a lot more creepy and more intimidating that it was originally!!! She added in the spice I couldn’t pinpoint what was missing, helping editing it to where it flowed much better than how it did! 

So to her; I owe a ton because without some help, I wouldn’t have had the drive to push for this to be posted! Thank you so much, Crow!!! 

If you guys haven’t yet; Go read her stuff on Ao3! 

[blake-belladonna-defence-force]

Beehaw Oneshot

This inspired by @sorry-im-a-terminalidiot and @the-blue-quetzalcoatl

You both asked for “Hasta la vista, jackass”

One of them asked for “I’m a romantic! I know all of the pick-up-lines! Every single one!”

So now y’all get Beehaw.

Featuring rowdy cowgirl Yang who keeping throwing out patrons who touch her hair or suggest she can’t talk to pretty women and an exasperated and feisty barmaid Blake who is done with Yang’s tomfoolery and decides to get her to cool off some. Enjoy 😊

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“Hasta la vista, jackass!”

Blake sighed wearily. This was the third time that week that this particular cowgirl had hefted one of the saloons patrons over her shoulder and thrown him outside. Blake was not getting paid enough for this. Even if said cowgirl was pretty dang cute.

“Hey, gorgeous. Y’all mind getting me a drink?” Yang grinned charmingly at her from across the bar when she sat down.

“I’ll tell you what, sweetheart.” Blake huffed, smacking Yang’s hat off of her head with a whip of her dishcloth. “Stop throwing my customers of my damn saloon and then, I’ll give you a drink on the house, yeah?”

“Oi! Watch the hat!” The blonde woman scowled. “He started it. Touched my hair and all. After tryna suggest that I don’ know how ta make a lady swoon. Can ya believe the nerve?” She huffed, adjusting her hat. “I am such a romantic. I know all of the pick-up-lines. All of ‘em!”

“He isn’t wrong.” Blake said, gently walking her fingers up Yang’s arm, dancing up her neck and grazing her jaw. Yang, as predicted, came to a complete stop. “You could do with some lessons in courtship if all it takes is for a pretty face to bat her eyes at you.” Blake crooned softly.

“Shuddup.” Yang huffed. “Ain’t you getting paid to get me a drink?”

“No. You’ve already lost me too many patrons tonight. Get out and try again tomorrow.” Blake said with crossed arms.

“Yeah? You gon’ make me leave? I wrestle cattle fer a livin’, doll.”

“So do I. Have you seen some of the belligerent drunks around here?”

“True.” Yang said with a smirk. “But I’m sober and a whole lot more tough they are. But go ‘head. Try ‘n get me out.” There was a playful challenge in the cowgirl’s gaze. Unfortunately for her, Blake didn’t come all the way down to the middle of butt-fuck nowhere for a new life just to start backing down from a challenge now.

And so, with a smirk and a wink, Blake placed one hand on the counter and vaulted over it. She quickly grabbed Yang and pinned her against it and leaned in slowly, pressing close, so that she could whisper in her ear.

“Careful, cowgirl. You keep talking and I’m going to have to show you what we city slickers call a show.”

When she heard Yang’s breath hitch, she swung the woman’s legs from under her and supported her back, carrying her in a bridal position out of the saloon. Once she reach the porch, she hefted her over the railing and down into a horse trough, completely soaking the poor girl.

“Blake!” Came the indignant yell.

“Sorry, you looked a little… thirsty.” Blake said pointedly, looking down at her before walking back inside. But not before shooting back a final, teasing call.

“Hasta la vista, sweetheart.”

[maivhen]

FREEZERBURN WEEK 2 (2018) Day 3: Hot and Cold (Dec. 13)

@freezerburn-week​

Context (I’ll do my best in writing this, it’s gonna be a fanfic...):

Weiss wakes up from her sleep to find herself in the residence of the two sisters, Yang and Ruby. She came out of the bedroom she was resting in expecting to see the two sisters she knows but once she got out, she saw a younger version of Yang who looked weak with face flushed red and a crying Ruby on her crib.

Worried she came rushing in and asked what’s wrong only to be glared at by the young blonde.

Yang’s expression showed hostility and it was enough for Weiss to know that this Yang doesn’t know her.

“Who are you and why are you in our house?!” Yang screamed at Weiss standing in front of Ruby’s crib.

“I’m Weiss, I was wandering and got lost into this place then heard a child crying so I got worried” Weiss explained wishing it’d work but to no avail, it only raised Yang’s guard up.

“Nobody just suddenly wanders into this area. I don’t believe you” Yang was all ready to fight Weiss as she gets into a fighting stance.

“Look, I don’t really want to fight. I really just came to he-”

The young blonde collapsed to the floor with heavy breaths and sweat beads form all over her body. Weiss approached Yang and touched the girl’s forehead which was very hot. Weiss worriedly carried Yang to the bed she was resting at earlier, prepared some cold water basin and a cloth to place on Yang’s forehead.

After placing the cold damp cloth on her forehead, Weiss went out to the kitchen to sterilize some bottles for Ruby. With a guide on her scroll, she was able to successfully make some milk to feed Ruby. Fortunately, the crying stopped as soon as Weiss fed her.

When Ruby calmed down and went back to sleep, Weiss went back to the room to check up on Yang. Yang was sweating bullets and was breathing a bit harshly due to the heat. Thinking that cooling the area would help, Weiss went and used dust to cool the room to alleviate the room temperature. Yang showed some improvements, her breathing stabilized a bit, and the amount of sweats she formed has lessened. Weiss let out a relieved sigh as she saw Yang calming down.

Confusion is an understatement to what Weiss is thinking about right now and she absolutely want an explanation to what is happening, but as of this moment her priorities are to make sure Yang gets well. Real or not, her teammates are her priority - or at least the younger them.

An hour later, Yang wakes up. With the recollection of the events that occurred and a stranger entering their house, the girl got up fast worried for her little sister. Looking at her side, she saw the stranger sitting on the floor by her looking at an album of some sort.

“What are you doing?!” Yang shouted out of spite.

“Me? Just looking through some of your photos I guess? How are you feeling?” Weiss closed the book and placed it on the floor to check up on Yang’s temperature. As she was about to place her arm on Yang’s forehead, the young girl swatted it away. Even for a kid, it was still quite painful.

“I don’t know who you are but I don’t need your help! I’m just fine. I’ve always been fine even by myself taking care of Ruby!”

Hearing those words stung knowing Yang’s past as she was told by the older version of the little blonde. Weiss knows it herself what Yang wanted the most when she was young. No matter how feisty and annoying the young blonde gets, Weiss has decided to stick through with Yang when she needs it, even if this “Yang” doesn’t know of her.

Weiss pushed Yang back to the bed to keep her from getting back up but the kid continued to struggle against Yang.

“Let me go, Ruby needs m-”

“I fed Ruby and she’s resting on her crib. You don’t have to worry about her, I’ll take care of Ruby and you. Trust me. I wouldn’t do anything to harm the both of you.” Weiss explained to calm Yang down but the young blonde still refuses to give up.

“No!” The girl removed the blanket and preceded to stand up.

Weiss knew she decided to stick through with it and as calmly as she wants to deal with it. The kid was getting on her nerves.

“You- Ugh! Even as a child you are so stubborn! Just give it up and rest already! If I wanted to hurt you or your sister, I wouldn’t take care of you right now! I could have just let you on your own when you collapse and I wouldn’t have fed your sister to get her to stop crying. Get that in your thick skull!”

“Look! You can be stubborn all want but you still have a fever. I know anyone barely helped you and you were forced to pick up the pieces but when you’re in need of help and someone is offering it to you. Let them or at least in this case, let me! Besides the baby might catch your illness too. Wouldn’t want little sister to get sick don’t you?” Weiss snapped at Yang.

Yang got quiet as she stared back at the woman looking at her intensely with her hand placed on her forehead. Deep down, she was happy about Weiss said. For once, there was someone who’d look after her not because she asked to, but because they wanted too.

“All this shouting will wake Ruby up. I’ll go fix up some porridge for you so just lie down and rest” Weiss said to Yang in a very calm tone as a mother talking to her child.

Yang finally obliged and tucked herself to bed as ordered. Weiss heads out to the kitchen to cook up some porridge. Weiss knows it to herself that she doesn’t know how to cook anything but with her trusty scroll which is able to find anything, she had nothing to worry about. Till she found out her scroll is dead (A/N: Assuming it is ran by battery... tell me if I’m wrong ;n;)

“Well... porridge is just rice, water and some seasoning of salt and pepper right? How can it go wrong?” Weiss started to panic in fear of feeding a sick child something inedible but got herself to calm down after giving her cheeks a slap.

“You can do this Weiss. It’s just rice, water, salt and pepper. You can kill grims. Cooking is nothing” Weiss started prepping for the porridge with hope that it will turn out just fine.

A few minutes after, Weiss was finally done and entered Yang’s room, holding a tray containing a bowl of porridge and spoon, to see her waiting for her apparently.

“I guess you can’t really rest with a stranger in your home huh?” Weiss thought to herself.

Weiss kneeled down on the floor, took a spoonful of porridge and started blowing on it to cool it down before feeding it to the girl.

“Okay say ahh~” Weiss said lifting the spoon leveled to Yang’s mouth.

Out of embarrassment, Yang said, “I-I can do it myself” and took the tray from Weiss and started eating.

“It’s bland” Yang complained with a straight face.

“Ehhh?! I made sure it wouldn’t taste to salty or spicy so I didn’t add too much of both” Weiss pouted to which amused the little girl.

“Well, it’s still edible so” Yang took a spoonful one after the other until she was able to finish it all. Weiss gave her a glass of water and medicine for Yang to take. After doing so, she took the cloth off of Yang’s forehead and dipped it on the cold water basin, wrung it out, before placing it back on her forehead.

Yang was finally behaved and she felt that Weiss was someone whom she could trust. Like Weiss had told her, if she wanted to do harm to them, she wouldn’t be by her side to tend to her.

To that, Yang felt very grateful.

“Uhm... Miss?” the little girl said to call out Weiss’ attention.

“Hmm?” Weiss looked back at the little girl with a now softer expression.

“I’m sorry for how I acted earlier..and thanks for taking care of me, Miss!” The young blonde flashed a bright smile she could muster at Weiss. Yang was truly grateful for all her effort because even if they were strangers (in her perspective), Weiss took care of her.

Weiss not knowing how to respond to the child’s gratitude, let out a very a nervous response. “Eh? Uh - It’s nothing. Don’t mention it...besides, you deserve it anyways...” 

Yang couldn’t really hear the last bit since Weiss started to mumble the words, but Weiss’ expression amused her and wanted to tease the older woman “Miss, you’re pretty cute aren’t you?” she said with a cheeky smile on her face.

“Sh-shuddup and go back to sleep!” was all Weiss can say to respond.

Yang did as she was told and positioned herself properly in bed comfortably. She looked over at Weiss which caught Weiss’ attention.

“What is it?” Weiss asked.

“Will you leave soon?” asked the little girl with a sad expression on her face.

“I won’t. I’ll stay with you.” Weiss placed her hand over Yang’s hand to give her an assurance. Weiss was gonna remove her hand until the little girl held her hand and said “Let me hold your hand...it’s a bit cold and your hand right now is really warm miss”

Weiss couldn’t help but let out a chuckle remembering her nickname.

“What’s funny?” the girl inquired.

“It’s just that, people used to call me the ice princess you know. Some even joked about me being cold and yet here you’re saying my hand feels warm.” she explained.

“Well ice princess or not, I’m really glad to have you here with me. You make me feel really warm” the girl brushed her cheeks onto Weiss’ hand. Weiss smiled at the little angel in front of her who has started sleeping soundly.

She traced her hand onto the girl’s golden locks and whispered, “You may be alone now and you might encounter some hardships in the future. But believe me, there is a future wherein people would be around you, love you, and care for you. All that you wished for, remember that I will always be here for you Yang.”

Weiss felt her eyes getting heavy, she was starting to feel tired with everything. Giving one last look at the face of the blonde in front of her and whispered, “I love you dearly, Yang Xiao Long. Until we meet again” and then her eyes shut off.

“Weiss!” 

“Weiss! Wake up”

“Weiss!”

“Huh?!”

Weiss stood up from her bed. She looked around to see her three teammates looking at her with worry. In front of her were the two sisters she knew and not the ones she thought she had been with.

“I see, it was just a dream” Weiss whispered to herself.

“You finally woke up!” Ruby exclaimed.

“Are you okay, Weiss? We’ve been waking you up but you wouldn’t budge” Blake said.

“Thank goodness though..” Yang let out a sigh of relieved. Weiss took a glance at Yang and it looked like she was really worried.

“You really do like to worry huh?” Weiss said to Yang.

Yang gave a puzzled look at Weiss with her sudden statement.

Weiss couldn’t help but feel a bit sad realizing that it was all just a dream but seeing that she’s back with her team again and seeing all of them, especially Yang just fine. It’s all she could ask for.

“It’s nothing. Thanks for watching over me” Weiss gave them the brightest smile she could muster, just like the younger Yang in her dream gave her.

It’s a dream she will always remember.

-------------- The End. --------------

So yeah that’s it. I’m not a really good writer but I tried my best to write it nicely ;n; I hope you’d enjoy it. I really was just gonna post the first image as a play on the idea that Yang, the hot-headed chick got a cold. But the idea came to mind and I wanted to create the story out of it. I was planning to have a gif compilation of things like the second image I attached but unfortunately, since it was an idea created on an impulse, I didn’t really have much time to work on it especially since I have classes tomorrow and will be back late in the evening (to which I plan to prepare for the upcoming prompts). So I give you a written version instead. When I have the time (hopefully over at winter break), I’ll try to make a doujin out of this story. But I ain’t making any promises, haha.

But I do hope you like this story and happy freezerburn week to everyone~!

[P.S. It’s currently 2:33 AM/Thursday as I post this, so technically it’s already on the third day here]

[askthevocalosers]

I have oh-so-many questions bout Ausgris' cats. What separates each one from the other seven, personality wise? Which one is the most cuddly? Which one is most playful? Is there a feisty one?

“They’re strays. I started leaving out food for them a few years ago, and now they come and go as they please.”

“…But they mostly hang out here.”

“They all have their shots and stuff, though– don’t worry!”

A: “This is Cinnamon. She’s a lady.”

P: “She’s a brat.”

A: “Shuddup Piko.”

A: “She doesn’t play well with other cats. They’re beneath her.”

“And this is her son, Friday!”

“Piko didn’t let me keep any of her other kittens.”

“He’s my little troublemaker– he’s always starting fights, especially with Schrodinger!”

“Jade is my resident ninja. ….or at least, she thinks she is!”

“She’s always hiding under something– even my hat sometimes!”

“I’m… honestly not sure how Domino is still alive– this guy is older than I am.”

“He’s blind and deaf and always screams for food, but I like him.”

“Shhhh– don’t tell anybody, but Frances is my favorite.”

“She lost her eye and tail in an accident, I think. She’s super loud, but a good hugger.”

“Schrodinger’s the alpha. Like the tired dad of the clowder!”

“He doesn’t like being held much– I think he prefers boxes. One time he got stuck in one for two days” lol

“Oof– I think you need a diet, Pumpkin!”

“Pumpkin thinks he’s the alpha, but he really isn’t. He doesn’t have any claws, but he’s sat on a few animals to kill them before”

A: “Terra won’t even let me hold her. She likes Piko, though”

P: “Her name is Terabyte”

A: “No, it isn’t! That’s a dumb name for a cat.”

P: “So is Friday.”

A: Shuddup.“

[ M!A Age Swap: 6/7 ]

[ghosty-goos-asks]

Good morning, sleeping beauty, I see you've chosen to join us finally - 👑👻

Shuddup - 🤖👻

A feisty prince! - 👑👻

Ughhh - 🤖👻

[feistys-junk-n-art]

God, I am so glad I left that fandom forever ago

[feistys-junk-n-art]

Tumblr and Twitter have not been kind to me.

[feistys-junk-n-art]

I like how all the notifications I’ve been getting here are from bots.

I miss real people

I never thought I’d ever say that

[feistys-junk-n-art]

[feistys-junk-n-art]

I really need to do some rebranding on here.

[feistys-junk-n-art]

Hey everyone, I'm making cookies

[feistys-junk-n-art]

Wow!

Okay, so...

Just figured out that a blog I followed for comfort is run by a complete asshat

Mood is not doing so great now :')

[feistys-junk-n-art]

I’ve noticed a lot, and I mean a lot, of unnecessary fighting and harassment going on in the Camp camp fandom, and it’s down right heartbreaking to see.

Listen, I don’t care if you don’t like the people that are currently getting this negative attention. All of this harassment is NOT okay!

I’ve seen so many disgusting things being sent to these users, and it saddens me to see that happen to anyone.

And if you’re one of the people sending these hateful messages. Stop.

You’re not “defending your friends.” You’re just harassing others for disagreeing with them. That’s disgusting.

This isn’t me being mad about my “favorite users are being criticized.”

This is me being mad at the fact that you all involved think it’s okay to treat people this way just because you disagree with them/don’t like them.

If you really have a problem with them, just try to have a talk with them. If they have you blocked, then just leave it at that. If they don’t have you blocked, then I’m sure they’re willing to listen to what you have to say as long as it isn’t full blown bullying

Honestly, this kind of behavior will cause more harm than good for everyone involved.