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ccycloneblogging · 8 months ago
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Why do I feel like your disaster pup would give out a "I know I shouldn't touch fine art, but somebody has to pin you to a wall and nail you." Only to swoon disastrously at the corniest flirt imaginable?
You are so right, and it's hilarious.
Have some Pre Hour of Joy stuff.
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Though - you have no idea how happy I am that people are enjoying Disaster Pup DogDay. That's become my absolute favorite thing to draw.
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solxamber · 3 months ago
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So, I have a request for Vil and (platonic) Crewel with a reader/yuu whose fashion sense is basically nonexistent. Like, for example, pants with full picture, coat of bright color with pad shoulders and most famous of them all, crocks with socks. ("You should try it, it's comfortable!" Reader/yuu at some point)
Fashion Disaster - Vil x reader, Crewel
I loved this ask! I hope you like it <3
Rest of the characters react: here
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It all started with your arrival at the Mirror Chamber for a meeting with Vil and Crewel. You’d thrown together the first thing you saw in your closet, which just so happened to be a bright orange leopard-print hoodie, glittering silver leggings with a full picture of a unicorn galloping across your thighs, and, naturally, crocs with socks. But not just any socks—socks with flames on them. Yes, you thought it was a look. A statement.
Yes, crocs with socks. How had that ensemble survived into Twisted Wonderland? Mysteries abound.
You walked into the room with the confidence of someone blissfully unaware of the impending disaster you were about to unleash. "Hey! So what’s up, guys?"
Vil, who had been looking down at his phone, slowly raised his head. His expression went from neutral to horrified within seconds. His eyes widened like you had just committed an unforgivable crime in the fashion world.
Crewel, standing next to Vil, dropped his pointer stick in shock. “Oh, sweet Circe...”
“What?” You blinked, completely oblivious. “Oh, wait—do I have something on my face?” You wiped your cheek in confusion.
Vil was speechless, but you could practically see the gears turning in his head, trying to make sense of the monstrosity before him. Finally, he spoke, his voice trembling, “What
 is this
 abomination?”
Crewel chimed in, clutching his heart like he had just suffered a blow. “Pup, did you get dressed in the dark? Or did you get dressed at all?”
You looked down at yourself, frowning. “What’s wrong? I think I look fine.”
“Fine?” Vil echoed, his tone high-pitched in disbelief. “Fine? You look like a circus clown who just got into a street brawl with a technicolor vomit palette!”
You winced, shrugging. “But it’s comfortable!”
Vil took a deep breath, placing a hand on his forehead like he was trying to ward off an oncoming migraine. “Comfortable. You—You’re choosing comfort over aesthetics? Comfort over
 dignity?”
Crewel stepped forward, eyeing you like you were some sort of lost cause. “The crocs with socks,” he murmured, almost to himself. “We have truly reached the end times.”
You held out your arms, trying to defend yourself. “Hey, don’t knock the crocs until you’ve tried them! They’re so comfortable!”
Vil looked at you like you had grown a second head. “Comfort?! These
 shoes, if you can even call them that, are a crime against humanity. There are many sins in this world, but that?” He pointed at your feet as if they had personally offended him. “That is unforgivable.”
“I’m expressing myself!” you retorted, trying to defend your beloved flames and crocs combo. “It’s, like, a mix of cozy and edgy.”
“It’s a mix of atrocity and chaos!” Vil shot back, rubbing his temples. “I can’t believe this. How can you live with yourself?”
Crewel stepped forward, eyes narrowing at your glittering silver leggings. “Do these shine in the dark?” he asked incredulously.
“They do,” you admitted proudly. “Handy for late-night trips to the kitchen.”
Vil’s gasp was practically theatrical. “No, no, no
 This
 this is a crime against humanity, a crime against eyes. You have reached a level of fashion disaster I didn’t even think was possible.”
You puffed out your chest. “It’s expressive!”
“It’s revolting,” Vil countered. “I’m losing years off my life just by looking at it.”
You sighed, waving your hand dismissively. “Okay, okay, I get it, you hate my style. But this is just how I roll, you know? I like to stand out! You gotta admit I’m unique!”
“Unique?” Vil choked. “No. This is not unique. This is a fever dream. This is what happens when nightmares and bad taste have a lovechild!”
Crewel leaned over to Vil, whispering in horror, “I’ve never seen anything like it in my life, and I’ve seen everything.”
Vil placed a hand on Crewel’s shoulder, staring dead-eyed at your outfit. “We have to do something. Immediately.”
You looked between them, still unsure of what the big deal was. “Guys, come on, it’s not that bad.”
Vil snapped his gaze to you, eyes wild with disbelief. “It’s worse than bad! I’m actually offended by how you’re standing there as if you’ve done nothing wrong.”
Crewel nodded solemnly. “This is a rescue mission, pup. And you’re about to thank us for it.”
Suddenly, Vil’s face lit up with determination. “This
 abomination cannot stand. I will personally oversee your rehabilitation.”
You blinked. “Rehabilitation?”
“Yes,” Vil said, voice firm. “You’re a danger to yourself and everyone around you. Fashion this offensive is a public safety hazard.”
You glanced at Crewel, pleading for help. But Crewel, instead of coming to your aid, smiled like he had just found the perfect opportunity for training. “Listen to Vil, puppy. He knows best. And maybe, just maybe, we can prevent another tragedy like this from happening again.”
“But—” you started, trying to defend your beloved crocs one last time, “what if I just—”
“No.” Vil cut you off, his voice final, as if he were delivering a royal decree. “From this moment on, you are banned from wearing crocs. And if I ever catch you with socks and sandals
” He narrowed his eyes threateningly.
“But I don’t own sandals?” you tried to protest.
“Good,” Vil replied sharply. “Keep it that way.”
Crewel nodded sagely beside him. “There’s hope for you yet, pup. Just
 never again.”
Vil sighed dramatically, then placed his hands on your shoulders, looking deep into your eyes. “We will make this right.”
You smiled nervously, not entirely sure what you were getting into. “Okay, Vil, I’ll trust you
 but just so you know, I’m still sneaking in my crocs when you’re not looking.”
Vil blinked at you, his grip tightening just slightly as he whispered in the most chilling tone you’d ever heard, “Try it.”
And suddenly, you weren’t so sure if he was joking or not.
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By the end of the day, Vil had somehow convinced you to burn the silver pants, and Crewel was lecturing you on the importance of not traumatizing the general public with “fashion choices that could summon evil spirits.”
Vil looked at you proudly, eyes softening as he muttered, “Much better
”
And as you stood there in an outfit Vil had personally chosen, you couldn’t help but smile. “Thanks, Vil.”
Vil smirked, placing a kiss on the back of your hand, making your heart do a little flip. “Don’t thank me yet. This is only the beginning.”
Crewel clapped his hands together. “And remember, pup, no more unicorn pants, or I’ll have to report you to the fashion police.”
You grinned cheekily. “What, the fashion police, or you two?”
“Both,” they answered in unison.
You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help laughing. “Fine, fine, no more crocs and unicorns
 for now.”
Vil gave you a long, narrow-eyed look. “We’ll see.”
But despite all the chaos, you could tell they both secretly cared. Even if they were ready to set your wardrobe on fire.
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I didnt know if you wanted then seperately or together so i put them together. If you want then separately, just let me know!
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faeryarchives · 11 months ago
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more than words (sebek zigvolt & silver x gn!reader)
requested by anon: Hey, hopefully still open! I hope I didn't break any rules, because it's kinda angsty, but tries my best no to be heavy. It'll be Silver and Sebek. Where Yuu eyes got injured and they need time to heal so their eyes got bandage and blind temporary. The idea is from Naruto, where Hinata got eyes injury and Neji help silently. So imagine them still in pining state. Helping their crush silently :"). note: hi anon! no you did not break any rules but i made it both headcanon and scenario wise hihi other fics: heartslabyul with a furina-like reader & savanaclaw with a furina-like female reader & i'm not jealous !! (savanaclaw x gn!reader) & to my beloved (octavinelle x gn!s/o)
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⚘ sebek zigvolt
sebek didn't mean for it to happen - everything went like a blur and the only thing he remembered vividly is how you start panicking and crying out how you can't see anything
if he knew that helping you and your group out would lead to a disaster, he would just stayed in his lane
"(name)!" sebek immediately ran towards you, assisting you in maintaining your balance as you tried to prevent any more of the alchemy liquid from coming in contact with your eyes.  "henchman, are you alright?!" grim ran at the speed of light - wiping the disaster off your face. "i'm fine, you guys! just give me a minute." crewel made his way towards you worriedly. "little pup, can you open your eyes?" sebek watched you open your eyes, only to look disturbed for a reason. "...? why is everything so blurry?" you started to blink rapidly to try to make the blurriness of your vision away, only for it to worsen, and the light was not helping. instead - it just made everything worse. "i'm kidding, everything is not fine. i can't see anything. every time i try to blink it hurts!" "... i think you should take some time off of class."
all he wanted was to help you out 🙁 did he messed up again?
he couldn't help but feel down even after being graced with malleus presence which caused the diasomnia trio to notice his odd behavior
"it turns out child of man got into an accident?" "and regrettably - it's all my fault." "then why don't you go and help them out? i'm sure they will appreciate it."
that is why sebek found himself trailing behind you silently - watching over you while grim went out to fill in your classes
seeing the bandage around your eyes made him feel more guilty that is why he opt to not reveal his presence
reaching out for your water bottle but it's out of reach? you will miraculously find it next to you after one minute + during the morning there is already breakfast served for you and grim and you knew that ace and deuce definitely didn't do it
it's not like you were that dumb to not notice anything especially when you hadn't tripped over anything + not knowing how sebek would prevent himself from screaming and immediately grabbing the random things on the floor for you to not slip
oh you only know the surface how this man would look at you with so much care to the point that the ghosts felt like they were intruding on the both of you
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helping and guiding you around became a part of sebek's regular routine; honestly, he was so happy he got to assist you in his own way! and he got to see many sides of you, too - flustered after almost tripping down the stairs, getting frustrated in opening things after trying to force the lid to the opening direction and such.
it became a surprise to him how well you adapt to your situation, especially when you start to look in his direction - as if you knew who he was. imagine his shock when you finally took several steps forward and reached out your arm only to press it against his chest.
"sebek, it's you who's helping me around, right?
"
! how did you-?!"
"you are not as sneaky as you think. don't you know the charm I gave you as a gift has a certain sound?" your hands seem to find his own, and you finally gently wrap them in your touch.
"i was wondering why you are staying silent all this time though."
"the alchemy accident was all my fault! how can i face you after causing you to lose your vision?"
"you said it yourself; it was an accident. you didn't intend this to happen." sebek felt some pressure around his cheek from you pinching it - his eye focused on how you still have that same smile you would give him daily.
"why don't we keep each other company right now? do you listen to podcasts?"
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⚘ silver
silver knew that what he feels about you is more than a platonic one + but seeing you with your other friends so happy makes him feel like he doesn't deserve you
so silver decided to maintain his distance and vowed to protect you from afar
but it became one of his regrets as he stood there helplessly and watched you get injured after helping ruggie to escape from an overblotted leona
okay, tackling leona and pushing the hyena out of his hold may not be a good idea. still, at least it worked out! "ruggie, are you okay?" you tried walking to the wounded second-year, eventually failing due to the sudden sharp pain you felt around your foot. 'fuck, must have cushioned my fall on the wrong foot...' you clicked your tongue in annoyance and tried to stand up ever so slowly, failing to realize the screams of your friends and a compelling presence looming from behind until it was too late. "behind you, idiot! why are you just standing there?!" an irk mark appeared on your head after hearing ace scream from the crowd. "who are you calling an idiot?!" "that's your priority?" your blood ran cold after finally realizing that leona was only an arm's length from you. life flashing right literally before your eyes. 'oh, i'll be damned...' "(name)!" silver didn't know how he did it but his body moved before his mind could, already running towards you and leona in fear of losing you - his hand already holding his wand tightly, but he couldn't think of any spells to cast. the damage was already done by the time the knight reached you and carried you away.  "please be okay. please be okay, please be okay—" silver froze when you start to reach out towards him, your hands were now start to bleed from the excessive cracking of your skin. but the worst was yet to come. "s-silver? is that you?! i can't see anything!"  "...what?" "it hurts, it hurts, it hurts so much. why won't it stop?!" the second year could feel his heart drop as you start to cry out in pain and how it will forever haunt him even to his dreams.  "i'm so sorry, it'll be over soon, i promise."
it turns out you were not accustomed to experiencing highly accumulated mana and it affected most of your senses especially your eyesight
that is why crowley suggested you to take some time off + resulting you to have bandages around your eyes to avoid it to get irritated by light
you were expecting your healing time to be hard as to not being used to not seeing things - but it was like there was a uardian angel around you always
"grim, did you rearrange the dorms or something?" "me? not me! those things are heavy looking you know." "huh, maybe i am just lucky to be able to reach the things i need?" "mmm, maybe! i just remembered i asked deuce to help me bake your favorite food with trey!" "...you're leaving me alone?!" "i'll leave them to you, nya!"
that was the time when you realize someone was helping you around and it was certainly not grim 😭 i mean his little paws wouldn't be able to cook (favorite food) with him just alone
ace and deuce are good friends even though they are trouble makers but they could never be this silent đŸ‘©đŸ»â€âš–ïž
sometimes you would almost catch your secret helper only for them to suddenly disappear from your range and the people you were thinking off were slowly getting crossed out in your mind and it only leaves one person - silver
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"i'll be out again nya! don't miss me too much, i'm going to bake your favorite food!"
"and i am alone once again." you tapped your finger against the table, humming and wondering if your secret helper is still around. "is anyone there?" what came as a question was only answered with pure silence - except for the birds chirping outside.
"
i'm kinda bored."
with the ghosts and grim being absent from the dorm made it lonelier for you - not used to the silence. you leaned your head on the dining table out of boredom; after days of being unable to attend class, you can't believe you missed listening to lectures!
"i think i can remove it right now right?" contemplating for a while,you remove the bandage around your eyes, wincing at the sudden brightness but rather than seeing only blurry things - your eyesight were slowly becoming clear until your sight came back to normal.
"woah
 i can finally see again-"
"oh
" the moment you can finally see clearly, your eyes met shocked auroral-like hues revealing silver a few feet away from you with his arm already reaching out towards you as if prepared to catch you any moment.
"i knew it! it was you silver!" after being exposed, silver couldn't help but take a few steps back, scratching the back of his neck and avoiding your gaze. a light hue of red coating the apple of his cheeks.
"how did you know it was me?" you stood up and walk up to him - unknowingly giving him a soft smile that made his heart flutter.
"no one is as gentle and quiet as you are." pointing your finger over his shoulder, silver turned around to see a familiar group of small animals hanging around your dorm. "and i only know one person that animals love."
silver sighed before sitting on the chair next to him, holding his head in his hands. "
 i feel so angry at myself for not being able to help you back then. that's why i thought-"
"thank you for saving me and even helping me while i am healing."
"you are not mad?"
"why would i be? hey, would you mind if you introduce me to your little friends?"
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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 3 months ago
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What if Idia added the school staff to the team to defeat Malleus? After all, the more, the merrier. How would they react about Idia’s video and everything else as well?
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This is an idea I’ve actually discussed before (in the context of “would this actually happen in canon”)! So while I don’t think this would be canonized, I at least want to get my own thoughts and headcanons out there.
I feel like Crowley may have ulterior motives that have yet to be elaborated on, but assuming no such thing, he’s the comic relief of the group. Probably claims he is worried about Draconia-kun’s health + safety but in actuality he is worried about how a disaster of this scale could negatively impact NRC’s reputation and donors. (Also probably whines to Idia demanding to know why he didn’t include his dear old headmaster’s handsome visage in his explanation video.) But because he is such a maganimous headmaster, of course he will use the full extent of his magical might to properly punish the misbehaving Draconia-kun!
I’m not sure what Crowley’s dream would be since his backstory is so mysterious. By extension, that also means I’m not sure what would wake him up.
Crewel I think would be very mad. He taught his students better than this, how dare they betray Crewel-sama’s trust!! Since the Draconia pup has been so bad, it’s up to his owner (the game’s word choice, not mine 😭) to discipline him. You can only imagine how strongly worded his lecture would be
 No holds barred. On a not-as-serious note, he has great fun with Idia’s Dream Form Change—they’re such fast wardrobe changes! Crewel even praises Idia for the innovation, but it makes Idia feel weird to receive compliments in this context

As for Crewel’s dream
 Well, since the dreams appear to be based on a shallow, convenient idea of the dreamer attaining happiness, perhaps Crewel stayed in the fashion industry and made it big. Like he owns his own popular fashion house or something, owns a house huge enough to house 101 dogs, never has to deal with the frustration of teaching or getting his student to behave ever again. Buuuut as we can see from his voice lines and vignettes, Crewel actually does like teaching (even though it’s tough on him sometimes) and, more than that, he loves seeing his pups learn and mature. He’d need to be reminded of the pride he feels when he sees his students succeed, and knowing that he had played an active role in shaping that success and interest in the sciences.
Trein would be the most interesting of the staff reactions, in my opinion. He would be able to relate a lot to Malleus’s struggle to accept loss, since Trein experienced the passing of his wife as well as the empty nest syndrome that comes with his adult daughters moving out. Because of this, I can easily see Trein empathizing with Malleus but also being extremely disappointed in him. He’d resolve to knock some sense into his student, and then deliver a harshly worded “tough love” lecture afterwards.
Trein’s dream would be so sad, man
 Him living out a happy life with his wife and daughters, and then you have to come in knowing this peace has to be disrupted. Trein has been shown in the past—particularly when he interacts with Crewel and during GloMasq—that he cares deeply for his students and blames himself for failing to teach them right from wrong if they act out. Maybe the students would intentionally misbehave or act morally despicable in his presence, causing Trein’s emotions to get riled up. (After all, he did get pretty upset when his students suggested abandoning the flower infested city.)
Side note: both Crewel and Trein would worry about the health of their pets/familiar (Lucius) while they’ve been dreaming.
I unfortunately have a lot less to say about Vargas and Sam (since I feel like we don’t have enough significant lore about them to formulate concrete thoughts on this subject)
 However, I do think that they’d be sort of similar in that while they do feel disappointed with what’s happening, they try to stay upbeat and optimistic about the circumstances. Like Vargas and Sam are encouraging everyone to keep their spirits high even if the chips are down! (Vargas in a more arrogant, “never fear, I am here!” way, Sam in a more “I’ll tell you some interesting stories to distract you” way.) If we wanna talk more superficially, Vargas might mention being worried about his irl muscles wasting away and Sam about his store and profits.
Of the two, I see Vargas leaning towards more disappointment and Sam being slightly impressed by what Malleus has pulled off. This is because Vargas strikes me as someone who values real, tangible gains rather than using shortcuts. That’s pretty self-explanatory from how he constantly talks about muscles, working out, and the effort it takes to get there. Sam is someone who also deals in desires + has a dark, mischievous sense of humor. He might take a look at the sheer scale of what Malleus has achieved and crack a joke about how he wishes he were the one that could take credit for it. If he had the power to make dreams come true
 well then, there wouldn’t be a need to keep stuff in stock, now would there?
As is the case with Crowley, I feel like I don’t know enough about either Sam or Vargas to determine what a feasible dream for them would be. I guess maybe a world where everyone adores and fawns over Vargas like the village does for Gaston??? And maybe Sam is the one who ends up a super wealthy entrepreneur, although maybe there’s something more he wants if he’s actually indebted to his friends on the other side like Dr. Facilier is.
Anyway, those are my thoughts ^^
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bwoahtastic · 11 days ago
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Seb following pup!Charles anxiously as he repeatedly almost kills himself from being too curious and clumsy for his own good. Lewis following shortly behind herding the both of them and watching Seb’s back.
Plsss scruffy soft curly wolf seb sees this disaster pup and goes "mine" lol. Seb judt wandering after the little chocolate coloured pup and nudging him in the right direction, or gently grabbing the back of his neck to carry him to safety! Charles js so curious and seb wants hi to explore but also gets way too many heart attacks from the pup frolicking about sksk
And alpha Lewis following in the shadows coa maybe he was trying to court seb and wanted to sire Seb a pup, but now seb found this fluffy little thing and stopped trying to show off for Alphas, but it's pkay, Lewis can love this pup like his own too!
Maybe something tries to attack seb and Charlie but Lewis jumps in between to protect them. Charles being so excited to see another wolf and Lewis is such a big wolfie!! Seb licking Lewis's muzzle and purring and making him follow to his nest to curl up, he could use help keeping Charles safe anyways sksk
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animeomegas · 10 months ago
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What character would enjoy dressing up for their pup’s playtimes? Like the butler for a princess or super villains their pups have to defeat to save their Appa. It would be so cute and funny đŸ„°
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Aww, super cute! You didn't specify a fandom so again, I'll just pick a few that come to mind first.
Kiba would have so much fun doing that lol. He would get way too into it, but it would be hilarious XD
I think Itachi really enjoys it too, once he's had some practice with imaginary play (and he needs that practice after his disaster of a childhood.) He's not as good at it as Kiba, but he finds it simply heart bursting to watch his pups play pretend.
(Neji will wear a crown or something, but he won't dress up. He kind of shot himself in the foot by dressing up so much in bed. It will always have dirty connotations to him now lol.)
Kirishima would, 100%!! He would live for dressing up and doing some imaginary play.
So would Midoriya, who is always down for playing heroes haha, and I could see Mic also being very good at it, he just has that innate power to level with young children. All he has to do is play for five seconds, and the children have already made him their god. Denki too I think.
I think Matsuda would love playing and getting dressed up with his pup! Although he might get embarrassed if anyone else was observing him do that. He's a big fan of princess tea parties, I think.
Mammon would be good at this, and I think he'd have a lot of fun! He loves kids, thinks they're hilarious, and he can also really get on that energy level with young kids. He loves playing the monster or the villain that his pups must try to defeat.
Barbatos and Simeon are good as the butler type characters, but not so good as the super villains lol.
Seven needs a mention too, I think he would love dressing up more than his kids would lol! He is always down to put on a wig and go crazy XD Imaginary play is his favourite!
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suzukiblu · 1 year ago
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haven’t been able to eat for a bit and now im feeling even more sympathetic toward hungry kon
 he always feels like this, feels worse than this, and he doesn’t even know clark wants to help
The power plant is a disaster and has clearly been deliberately sabotaged by someone, though Clark has no idea who or why and doesn’t have the time to be figuring it out just yet. He spares half a second to do the math on Kon’s ETA, then throws himself at the generators and starts ripping out and rerouting the overcharged ones that are threatening to blow and start a very, very unfortunate domino effect. 
“Get the civilians out! Five hundred foot perimeter!” he shouts the moment he hears Kon reach the point he’ll be able to hear him, and rips out another set of generators. 
“Yes, sir,” Kon says, quick and efficient. Clark keeps an ear on him and keeps trying to contain the sabotaged generators, and he hears Kon dive in through the same window he broke to get in and hears people start yelping as he grabs them off catwalks and out of offices and off the floor. He’s a small kid, but between the super-strength and the TTK, he can carry a good four people at a time without trouble. He’s carried more before, but Clark’s told him not to go over four in the field outside of times of absolute desperation. It’s an option that limits his maneuverability less while still maximizing his carrying capacity, and doesn’t ask too much of him or–Clark hopes, anyway–make him feel like he’s not doing enough. 
He doesn’t know if it makes him feel like that, though, because Kon just accepted the instruction as an order the first time Clark gave it and hasn’t questioned or challenged it once. Even right this moment, every trip he’s grabbing people in groups of exactly four–no more, and no less. 
Clark’s proud of him for listening, for accepting the feedback and taking it into account, but he’s also . . . 
He doesn’t like how it feels hearing his own pup call him “sir”, but it’s really not the time to be thinking about that.
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gabessquishytum · 2 years ago
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not to keep turning everything into omegaverse, but: warprize fated mates omegaverse : )
Alpha Dream becomes obsessed with the delicious scent he smells one day on the battlefield and makes it his mission to find whoever it belongs to. They belong with him, to him. He will stop at nothing to have them at his side.
Meanwhile, Omega Hob is off being a mercenary and has no idea about any of this. He hears vague rumors about it but nothing with enough details to put anything together; and besides, he has other things to worry about.
Dream just keeps missing Hob and becomes more obsessive each time Hob inadvertently escapes.
Until he doesn't.
Maybe he gets injured. He's hurt, alone, in a forest somewhere and without his suppressants and he smells something so good, so wonderful and delicious, unlike anything he's ever smelled before- and between that and the stress, he's going into pre-heat.
And then Dream finally finds him.
Aksskdjf yes. I love scent kink and this is sooo good.
Dream is literally hunting Hob down at this point. He's stalked him through the battlefield to no avail, followed him from city to city but lost him each time. The scent is too good to give up on, though, and Dream is a persistent motherfucker. He follows the trail of scent carefully, leaving no clue or tip-off unchecked.
Hob has no idea that he's being so relentlessly pursued. He's oblivious and careless, and he allows his suppressants to run out. It doesn't even occur to him that someone might want him... until he picks up a certain scent. Something rich and delicious, something that makes him salivate. He realises suddenly how vulnerable he is, but the mysterious scent lulls him, makes him even more careless about his safety as he slips into heat.
Dream’s persistence pays off when he finds his omega, bathing in a stream in the woods to try and soothe his feverish body. The smell of heat overwhelms the air and makes Dream spiral into a state of terrifying arousal. He hardly recognises himself as he pounces on his prize.
Hob knows that he should be fighting back against the grip on his wrists but he... can't. That scent, thick and full of something cool and soothing. Hob mewls like a pup and bares his throat for his alpha, water rushing over both of them as they writh together in the stream. It's madness. It's a disaster. And for a few moments for both of them, it's absolutely perfect.
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ccycloneblogging · 8 months ago
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Because I made you guys sad with the Sunset comic, here's a little bonus for it.
In case you haven't seen it, here's page 1.
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blue-the-hedgehog · 1 year ago
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Nobody who had seen Peter act with Malia when the wild hunt happened could keep telling that Peter wasn’t a loving guy. And really he was. Peter had been totally in love with Eli since he was born. He would have gave him the moon and all the stars if the kid had asked him. Obviously he was trying to spoil the kid rotten but his dads won’t let him do. They tried to get some values in the puppy’s head so they had put some rules about the amount of gift and money spend in one outing. But other than that they totally trusted him to be the pup babysitter if they needed. And really he was honored that after all that had happened over the years they trusted him with their most precious treasure.
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So sometimes he would broke the outing rule and he would bring his perfect baby nephew (‘cause grand-nephew made him feel old) everywhere he wanted just to make him happy. To show how much this trust meant to him he would often bring gift to his wonderful nephew and his dear Stiles.
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Because yes , he had a weird way to show it , but Peter had always got a soft spot for the smart, sarcastic, witty, loyal human. Derek had been quite possessive of his mate at first when Peter started to bring gift to Stiles but he started to calm down after a year as he saw that it was just his uncle way to bond with Stiles and that he didn’t actually tried to stole his mate from him.
So Peter was doing all he could do for his baby nephew Eli. When he had heard about the coyote incident he had decided to stop his travelling and just started to live with the little family. They couldn’t argue with him in any way. So they just went with it and it was actually working pretty well.
Obviously when Stiles started to have to go on missions he had started to sneeck in Peter’s bedroom on the eve of his departure when Derek was asleep to fullfil their ritual: Stiles gave Peter his set of keys and ask him to protect and take care of all the family and friends.
« And this peoples include you Peter! Don’t start sacrificing yourself and take care of you too! »
Stiles would repeat that to him every time and it was always making him warm and happy.
As always they had done the same when Stiles get to a mission before the Nogitsune disaster. Everybody seemed to discourage Derek to call Stiles and he couldn’t take on him to call. And as always following Scott McCall’s plan was an open road to disaster and chaos because all the brain cells in their generation seemed to had been taken by Stiles. They had won, they had got rid of the Nogitsune, but the price was his nephew’s life. Few days after the last encounter, the worst part of the shock to have witness his sweet nephew burn in front of his eyes had passed. But he went all panicked when he couldn’t find Eli anywhere.He was supposed to take care of all of them but here he was: his nephew was dead and his puppy Eli had disappeared, he even had not take care of himself because he had done nothing in two days, he didn’t even remember Derek’s funeral.. oh my god they had Derek’s funeral without Stiles.As soon as he will know and be back he will kill him again

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He went to find the sheriff at the station. The was ready to put down a werewolf as he said to him that Scott was on his way to took Eli with him to LA. Oh no, Peter will not let it happen. Over his dead body! Nobody will take away his baby nephew from him! Noah told him that he had called Stiles, Scott was supposed to do it but it seemed that he had forgot that point and that’s why Stiles wasn’t back yet.
So they get to Scott’s with Noah. The Alpha sounded like a child who didn’t want to share a toy when he told them that Derek had told him to take care of Eli.
« For god sake Scott! Eli have family here! I’m his family ! I’m a Hale! Malia and cora are his family
 Noah is his family, STILES IS HIS DAD JESUS CHRIST! Scott you can’t took Eli from his family! Derek told you to take care of him not to take him away from us like he was a stray puppy! »
Peter had to fight, but it looks like he was talking in the wind and Scott won’t let go. Not even to the sheriff. It was a hard war to fight, because Scott didn’t care to listen to either Peter, Noah or even Eli.
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Scott wasn’t prepared to fight this war. Peter wanted Eli back! He wouldn’t disappoint Stiles and he wouldn’t let anyone get Eli away from his family. If he had to play dirty, he would live to do it. He had dreamed to trick his former beta. So he planed something with Noah. And tricking Scott was almost to easy to be satisfying. First they had wait for a day when Allison would go see her dad, then Noah had get to Scott to talk with some of his wife’s lemonade that the boys had loved growing up. They had laced it with small amount of wolfsbane just to get more chance for the animal’s sedative they wanted to use to put him asleep to take and last longer. Peter had fun to use a blowpipe to send a sedative dart right in Scott’s neck. The face he had made when he had understood what had happened was priceless, he took a pic. And it worked they could took back Eli, getting him out of the bedroom that he was in and explained to him that his daddy was on his way.
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Peter kept Eli near him at any given time from there, growling at everybody who came near the house except Noah until Stiles get back home. Will they waited he had searched for a way to bring Derek back to life. He will need Stiles’ magic for that this time, he can already tell that nobody will let him drug people with wolfsbane again. When Stiles came back home he was pissed, but he thanked his father and Peter when they told him the Scott’s incident story. He laughed at the face on the picture that Peter at took. And soon they had Derek back in the house. They all get yell at for some reasons.
But Stiles thanked again Peter, he had done his mission, he had took care of their family even if it was a hard time for him. And Peter was proud. Because everybody could see that Peter love is family, and that Eli would always have his uncle Peter to love him unconditionally.
But to make his baby nephew Eli forgive him to had let him in Scott hands, he will negotiate with Stiles and Derek to finaly let Eli use the Jeep.
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moreespressoformydepresso · 6 months ago
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Boo
Uuuuhhhhmmm new fix it where the tributes correctly assume not many people will pay attention to the games in the dead of night and escape the arena
So after the arena tour someone, doesn’t matter who, brings up the fact that there’s this big Capitol flag hanging from the wall. It’s probably Reaper venting about the Capitol’s self-obsession and God complex, using the flag as an example. While discussing strategy with Pup, Lamina has an epiphany and asks him to describe the arena to her, happy to hear that there’s a massive hole in the roof. The next night, she gives this info to the other tributes and proposes she and/or Treech climbs up with the flag so the others can climb it and they can escape. They manage to subtly inquire about when people watch the games and find out that the footage is hard to see at night and most people are asleep anyway. Nice!
Since they’ll be going into a city none of them have ever been in before, they decide to send out a few tributes first to find a hiding spot and gather maps and supplies. Every advantage could mean the difference between escape and a horrible death so they gotta be careful here. Someone from district 7 since they can scale both the inside and the outside of the arena without a rope, Bobbin, who knows Capitol fashion like his back pocket and can thus do disguises, and Teslee, who can help them with any possible tech-related roadblocks and function as the brains of this operation. Treech will be the one to leave the first night because his outfit is a little less recognizable than Lamina’s if he takes his hat off. Lamina will hang the flag back up on the wall. Treech asks if someone can let him steal sponsors so nobody questions why he isn’t coming out for supplies. Dill ends up volunteering because Felix is nice and that’s how the plan to fake her death is born. As a bonus, it erases suspicion over the lack of deaths. Lucy Gray looks after Wovey in Bobbin’s absence.
Having at least 16 kids leaving the arena in one go is a recipe for disaster, so they decide to make the actual exodus a two-parter. Treech will climb back up into the arena on the second night and let half the remaining tributes out. He himself will stay in the arena because he and Lamina have enough potential drama in the eyes of the Capitol to keep them entertained while giving Lamina a plausible excuse to leave the poles. Wovey will fake her death the third day too to once again throw off suspicion and give them a little more time.
The day of the games come, and Reaper, Coral and Tanner do a good job of securing weapons and looking pissed off that all the tributes are in hiding already. Lamina comes out a little while later (and mercy kills Marcus if he still ran away during the bombing) to climb onto the beams and chill there, collecting her first sponsor gifts. A few tributes make their appearances, with Reaper bringing out Dill to let her “die” and Treech “checking on her” before grabbing the water bottles Felix sent and disappearing back into the tunnels. Bobbin pops up for sponsors too, and Teslee collects parts from the drone with Circ. Then night begins to fall, and it’s time for the show to begin. The three chosen ones come out of hiding and rip down the flag. They use the tunnels to get into the stands and the plan is a go. Treech begins to climb with Lamina using district 7 whistle code to make sure he takes the safest route. He’s slowed down a little by the weight of the flag but he gets there eventually. After tying the flag to debris and making sure his hold on it is secure, he gives Lamina the okay, who communicates it to Teslee and Bobbin. Thankfully, the Capitol doesn’t expect the tributes to be smart or capable enough to get out of the arena, so only the main entrance is guarded. Teslee and Bobbin climb down the flag and Treech throws it down to Lamina, who’s waiting below and quickly goes to get the flag back in place.
They find an abandoned house to set up shop in and gather as many supplies as possible. Everything goes according to plan, with Dill’s “death” and Reaper and Lamina’s interactions near the beams (with Reaper “scaring off” the pack instead of leaving) enough to effectively fool the Capitol. Bobbin, Treech and Teslee do feel a little bad when they see Felix nearly sobbing during his interview, but his emotional state is a small price to pay for their lives. They gather supplies and start drafting up escape routes out of the city until Bobbin and Treech go back to the arena for the next phase of the plan. Teslee stays behind to keep working on strategies and building communication devices. Treech climbs back up into the arena, catching the flag thrown up by Jessup and securing it like the day before. Jessup, Sol, Lucy Gray, Circ, and Mizzen leave the arena that night.
Once all the chosen tributes are down, Treech climbs back into the arena with the flag. He’s the one to secure it this time, because Lamina did it last night so it’s only fair. The next day, Lamina and Treech have a little interaction in the early morning. Lamina drops one of her food packets and whistles, making a comment about Vipsania not feeding Treech loud enough for the microphones to pick up. Treech sprints through the arena and grabs the packet without stopping for even a second just like Foxface did and Katniss tried to do during the Cornucopia feast from the 74th games. Wovey “dies” by collapsing and Reaper does the morgue thing he did in canon, talks with Lamina some more and disappears again. Treech comes back out to talk to Lamina, thanking her profusely for the food and reminiscing with her about home, making sure the microphone can hear every humanizing story they share. Very subtle guys.
Eventually Lamina apologizes for “leaving” Treech (@ylvisruinedmylife’s book headcanon that I’ve hijacked for I Didn’t Think I’d Care (But I’m Not Letting Go) reasons) and he forgives her. Then the pack shows up and while Lamina tells him to run or get up so they can team up, he tells her they’ll never win this because they’re outnumbered against the deadliest group in the arena. Gaul’s getting pumped because she finally gets a “proper” death but uh oh! Sucks to be her because when Lamina “objects” Treech asks her if she really wants to bet her life on a fight spent balancing on a several inch thick pole against three capable fighters, two of whom have tridents more than three times the length of their axes. Lamina “decides” that he’s got a point there and that she’s not gonna wait to see if anyone gets a lucky hit so she follows him into the tunnels. Now all the tributes have a reasonable excuse to not be on camera, and once evening falls the tributes get to work.
They use rubble to fake Dill and Wovey’s “bodies” still being under the scraps of flag, using their own clothing to make up for the lost length of fabric. Then Lamina climbs up with their makeshift rope and helps everyone except Treech onto the wall. She throws the flag back down to Treech and leads everyone away towards the agreed upon meetup spot so they’re not waiting in plain sight while he goes to hang the flag back up on the wall. It being missing might give the Capitol a reason to check the footage from the night and figure out their escape plan sooner, so the tributes decided the few minutes lost are worth it. He checks the fakes bodies one more time before finally leaving himself and joining the group, leading them towards the safehouse. By then, there’s a solid plan A through G set up in case anything goes wrong and they have a meetup spot outside of the city. They leave in groups of 3 or four to have strength in numbers while maintaining stealth. Maybe at the halfway point of Exodus part 2: Electric Boogaloo the Capitol figures it out and the backup plans are utilized, but either way everyone gets out and Gaul seethes at being outsmarted by a ragtag group of children who had all the odds against them.
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dreamerofvalyria · 1 year ago
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Beyond the Loch | Monster CoD AU | Chapter 3.
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Summary: “With monsters now being used the world over to wage war, the military is desperate to encourage non-human citizens to join their ranks. A young kelpie, John ‘Soap’ MacTavish, is invited to join the infamous Task Force 141, the first task force in history to be headed up by a monster. Soon after joining, he encounters a black dog, an omen of death known only as Ghost. Determined to prove that not all black dogs are harbingers of disaster and misfortune, he decides to become Ghost’s field partner, becoming close to the spirit while everyone else flees from him terror. Only time can tell if he’ll come to regret it or not.”
Notes: Decided to create my own CoD Monster AU! I’ve seen loads of different AUs, but this will be my own personal take on what creatures the different characters would be. 
Pairing(s): Future Ghost/Soap. Other to be added.
Warnings: Unedited because I’m tired ;w;.
Series Masterlist
Previous: Chapter 2.
Next: Chapter 4.
Kelpies are an oddity, Ghost has decided. 
Of course, he cannot know for sure if all kelpies are so strange or if it’s simply the personality of his new sergeant. For now, he will have to assume that it is a quirk of the species, but just in case, he’ll have to continue observing the other man from a distance. It has been less than 48 hours and already he is causing quite the stir.  
Currently, the sergeant is stood in the middle of the field of grass that surrounds the base on all sides. He has shifted from his human form and into a more natural shape. Ghost isn’t too proud to admit to himself when he finds something or someone impressive, and the equine from of John MacTavish is certainly that.  
A stunning, muscular stallion with a black coat that shines a deep green in the sunlight like the iridescent feathers of a bird. It’s an unnatural, ethereal animal so similar to a regular horse yet completely different at the same time. The mane has been cut short, closely resembling the Mohawk the man sports, but his tail has been left to grow out. He watches silently as it swishes, snapping at any instincts foolish enough to try and land on the monster’s body.  
Ghost settles himself onto the grass across from the other man, no longer in his human form. A batch of new recruits has recently arrived and the captain has decided that it would be best to get the human ones desensitized to the monsters they will be working alongside as soon as possible. And so, Ghost has been forced to spend his brief break between jobs lounging near them in his canine form.  
There is, of course, a healthy level of curiosity among the humans, many of them trying to take subtle looks at him from where they’re training. With any luck they’ll soon grow bored of gawking at him and his fellow monsters. He hates the attention.  
Soap, however, seems not to have that issue, flaunting his stunning form much to the delight of the younger soldiers . It takes him a while to finally notice Ghost’s presence, ears pricked forward in his direction and head raising to stare at the dog. He snorts, shaking out his mane before tilting his head slightly to the side so their eyes meet. 
He doesn’t behave like a prey animal staring down a massive dog bigger than it. He watches Ghost with great intensity, but not with the flighty nervousness of a horse, rather a predator observing potential prey. His eyes don’t flutter about in search of danger, they stay pinpointed on the other animal in interest. Two dangerous predators, one obvious in his threat, the other a mimic, pretending to be a gentle, fragile creature. He can see why naïve humans would so easily fall for such a beautiful creature only to be torn to pieces in the blink of an eye.  
But Ghost is no newly whelped pup, he knows how it feels to be regarded by another beast.  
His point is proven when Soap suddenly yawns. His mouth opens, but rather than opening normally, his whole face splits open. All the way from the centre of Soap’s lips to the hinge of his jaw pull apart like a snake, showing off the row of shark-like serrated teeth hidden within. A human head could easily fit between the monster’s jaws and Ghost doesn’t doubt he has the strength needed to separate one from the rest of the body.  
He hopes one day he’ll be fortunate enough to see it for himself.  
Despite his interest, he forces himself to tear his eyes away from the other monster, ignoring the way his fur is standing on end under the horse’s intense scrutiny. He goes back to observing the fresh meat instead, watching the rather poor form of the men only just learning their way around the obstacle course.  
The men have all been handpicked from their previous positions and brought on board to join the task force due to their promising potential, but they’re all rough around the edges, at least by Ghost’s standards. They seem to be able to sense his gaze, occasionally glancing in his direction before looking away again just as quickly, as if his eyes alone will eat them alive.  
He supposes it doesn’t really matter; he likely won’t be working closely alongside any of them. The Ghost works alone. 
Soap seems to be much more suited to working with others. He’s easily approachable and seems to get along with everyone he encounters. No wonder Price decided to invite the man to join the team, he can already tell that the kelpie was a good choice. Just a few hours earlier, Soap was showing off some of his skills under the guise of training.  
If the rest of the men hope to work with the new monster, then it’s imperative they learn how Soap behaves and how to work his abilities into battle plans. He’d only showed off a half-shifted form the same as he’d done the previous afternoon, displaying his agility and speed below the water. He’s swift and dangerous, with powerful muscles that move him through the murky lake like a crocodile. 
And now, Soap is trotting across the field, head pulled back to form an elegant curve. He looks like one of those fancy horses performing dressage, each movement carefully choreographed so that not a single ounce of energy is needlessly expended. It isn’t until the kelpie lifts his head to regard Ghost with a pleased whinny that he realises he’d been staring again. He feels his own ears flatten back against his head, irritated at himself. 
The horse, however, seems mighty pleased with the attention, flicking his tail and snorting.  
Ghost can’t help rolling his eyes at the behaviour, leaning down to rest his head on his paws with a soft huff. Thankfully, he's saved from explaining himself to the sergeant by a young corporal jogging over and waving down the kelpie. The human quickly starts to relay an order from Price and while the two of them are distracted, Ghost is able to slip away unseen.  
Well, as unseen as a black behemoth of a dog can at least. 
He manages to get to the building where the command team offices are located before shifting back into his human form. His clothes materialise around him - one of the perks of being a ghost - and he's able to slip inside.  
Price's office is located beside his own, allowing them to easily reach one another. More often than not, Ghost will find himself scooping up his laptop or whatever paperwork he needs to fill out and bringing it to the Captain's office rather than his own. He typically prefers his own company, but occasionally even he feels the need for some social interaction. Even if the interaction is limited to sitting silently while in someone's presence. 
He decides to pause at his own office, collecting the handful of papers that have been deposited on his desk. He's due to meet with Price now for details on an upcoming mission, but it will be a fairly unofficial briefing seeing as it's set to be a solo mission. He might as well bring some paperwork to complete afterwards. 
When certain he has everything he needs, Ghost raps on the captain's door, waiting patiently until a soft "it's open," comes from the other side. The room is fairly dark when he enters, the cool, dim lighting being what the dragon finds most comfortable. The man should be lazing around in some deep cave up in the mountains, but he's doing the best he can with what he has to work with. 
The captain is courteous enough to switch on the lights when dealing with humans and their inferior eyesight, but Ghost is more than happy to be lurking about in the darkness with only the bright glinting of Price's visible. It's a pleasant place, especially with the scent of cigar and dragon smoke in the air.  
"Captain," Ghost greets with a brief nod.  
He's met by a deep rumbling sound that could easily be mistaken for a growl, but Ghost has been around the other monster long enough to recognise the slightly gentler tone, more of a pleased purr than anything aggressive. It's an internal battle to resist the urge to wag his tail at the greeting. Lord knows he would never be able to live it down, instinctive or not. 
"Lieutenant," Price hums back, resting the cigar he had been in the process of smoking on the edge of his ash tray. "Take a seat, we're just waiting on one more," he continues. 
"One more...?" Ghost asks slowly, eyebrows furrowed behind his mask as he dutifully takes the seat the captain had gestured to. Perhaps one of the intelligence operatives had more to inform them of? 
"Yes," Price confirms, rumbling softly to himself as he strokes his beard in thought, "the new sergeant, MacTavish. I've decided to assign him to this mission." 
Ghost beats down the way he immediately goes to bristle at that, remaining calm as he says, "I thought this was a simple in-and-out mission?" 
"It will be, hardly anything worth losing sleep over," the dragon confirms, leaning back into his chair, "which is precisely why I thought it would be a good first mission for Soap. To test the waters, see how he works with someone else." 
Now that's a little suspicious. Soap has a long list of successful missions working alongside both humans and other monsters. There's no need to test how the kelpie would do around others and he highly doubted the other man needed to be eased into the job. "Anything else?" He knows that Price can see his narrowed eyes, even if his suspicious frown is obscured. 
The lizard is entirely unfazed, offering a mere shrug before taking a puff of his dying cigar. "Not particularly," he smiles, but is apparently unable to hide the intensity in his slitted eyes, "although, I will require a report on MacTavish's abilities, what you think of him." Price might have waved his hand lazily at the addition, as though it was unimportant, but Ghost is smart enough to read between the lines. 
The captain isn't trying to find out how Soap works with other people in general, he's trying to find out how he works with Ghost. 
Price is saved only by the sound of another knock on the office door, otherwise Ghost would be telling the man exactly what he thought of putting him with the sergeant. It was a terrible idea that would only get the kelpie hurt, and Soap didn’t deserve to be dragged down just because he didn’t have the common sense to keep well enough away.  
Most people were smart enough to keep Ghost firmly at a distance from them, only ever cooperating with him when they needed something from him. And he was fine with that, really, it was better for everyone that way, no matter how many times Price tried to prove to him otherwise.  
Ghost didn’t need another Roach on his hands.  
While Soap isn’t exactly a replacement perse – it has been several years since the horrible failure that ended with Roach in critical condition and almost a dozen men dead – Ghost can’t help seeing the similarities in their situation. A young, bright eyed and eager sergeant being assigned to work alongside him only to end up medically discharged or worse because of a bad call.  
For everyone who gets close to Ghost is always plays out the same way. They pry apart the thick walls he’s built around himself and remind him how to feel hope, entertaining the idea that maybe, just maybe, this time will be different.  
Yet it never is, and Ghost isn't going to allow himself to grow attached to any other poor soul that just so happens to be unlucky enough to stumble into his life.  
Price calls for the person outside to enter and a moment later Sergeant MacTavish is standing beside Ghost’s chair, facing the captain. “Captain Price, Lieutenant Ghost,” the man acknowledges, offering a nod to both in turn.  
“Have a seat, MacTavish, and we’ll get on with the briefing,” Price returns, nodding at the seat beside Ghost.  
The briefing takes only a short while, with the simplicity and prior discussed information making everything go much faster. But for Ghost it feels as though it drags on for hours and he can’t wait for it to be over so he can finally have a serious conversation with the captain again away from potential prying ears.  
When there are no further questions from either himself nor Soap, Ghost waits patiently for the other man to leave, but Price is quick to pipe up before he can, “I need to speak with the sergeant, so for now, you’re dismissed lieutenant.”  
His fingers twitch slightly in annoyance, but not wanting Soap to know something is wrong, he stands and offers the captain a salute. Ghost is a professional, he can tolerate working with someone, even if it would be easier to simply complete the mission alone. He’s not going to allow the presence of some new sergeant distract him.  
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fandomworld9728 · 7 months ago
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The Life of the Morningstars - Chapter 10:
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oh fuck. No. Nononono! If he liked that bastard's scent, then things were about to get very interesting. When was the last time he had been attracted to someone's scent? There was Adam, Lilith, and his human. Yeah, that was about it. So over 200 years and now a fourth scent is added to that list. Though, it didn't seem to have any effect on his body or mental and emotional state so it should be fine. For now, anyways. Now Lucifer had another issue.
He had to get along with Alastor. A confident, powerful alpha. Just the role model Charlie needed. A good role model could also be a good parent- nope! Not going down that road! Maybe his scent was messing with him. Shaking his head, Lucifer gave a nervous laugh and small tug of his collar. "Sorry about that. Sometimes I tend to lash out around alphas. Especially when my pup is present. I-Is it hot in here?"
Giving a small hum at the unexpected apology, Alastor cocked his head to the side to observe the man in front of him. For an absent parent, he seemed rather protective of his daughter. Not to mention how he spoke. Around alphas and not around other alphas. How curious. "Yes. Well, it can't be helped, I'm sure. Not all of us have a tight rein on our instincts."
"Right. It's nice to know that Charlie has an alpha to look up to now. After her mother left that kind of... became difficult to find. Love my two siblings dearly but they are not what I would call the best role models individually. And all the time. Too much of them is not a good thing. And I'm rambling..." He was truly and utterly fucked.
"Isn't it your job to be the role model?"
What? "What? I did raise her, but I don't think I'm the best example of a strong and confident alpha."
Strong? Naturally thanks to his powers. Confident? When he needed to be. Come on, he was an awkward and depressed mess most of the time. Lucifer made sure to teach his daughter not to take shit from other demons (or anyone for that matter) and how to be a loving and caring person. Though, she came by that naturally so there wasn't much to teach there. 
"Anyways! Before you two start to bicker again... Dad. Look at this lovely parlor where people can get to know each other and share secrets, and stories, and intimate feelings!" 
Lucifer loved seeing how happy and excited Charlie was about her dream. He was already starting to feel better. Just look at that smile, listen to the joy in her voice.
"Without Alastor, we wouldn't have been able to pretty it up this much."
"Charlie has a very unique vision. I am happy to fulfill her bizarre requests." 
"Oh. Thank you, Alastor."
Lucifer didn't know what this guy was trying to pull. Nothing. He's just being there for Charlie. But seeing his hand on his pup's shoulder was making his blood boil. She wasn't his daughter. He shouldn't be touching her. The omega knew that Charlie trusted this man and there wasn't any intent to harm in his scent, eyes, or body language. But Lucifer couldn't shake that ever present voice shouting at him to make the other stop touching her. Stoptouchinghisdaughterlikeshe'syours-
Clearing his throat to try and hide the growl that tried to escape, Lucifer moved past the two so they could continue the tour and introductions. Holding himself back from acting on all the alarm bells ringing in his head (he knew he could be an overprotective mother hen at the best of times) was draining him. He was gonna need a nap soon. "That's good to know. I'm glad she has a good support system here. Charlie, could you introduce me to your other friends?"
"Oh! Yes, of course." Quickly grabbing her partner, Charlie was excited to finally introduce her to her dad. "This is Vaggie. She's my girlfriend."
Girlfriend. Lucifer knew this day might come after the talk they had after the disaster of a breakup her and Seviathan had. Good for her! Getting herself back out there and finding someone she absolutely adored. He could see it when she looked at the shorter girl and the warmth in her voice when spoke about her. Smiling, Lucifer shook her hand before hugging her a bit too excitedly. 
"It's nice to meet you Mag- uh Vaggie! Sorry I'm terrible with names. She's so pretty." 
"Lovely to meet you, uh, sir..."
Poor thing seemed just as nervous and awkward as himself. Maybe that's something they could bond over? He'll worry about that later. One of the main things on his mind right now though was the fact that this angel was missing her halo. What happened? Did Charlie know? Did any of them know? If not, Lucifer could understand, being a fallen angel himself. He'd have to talk with her about in private.
"And this is Sir Pentious and Angel Dust, our guests."
"Your majesty!"
"Hey there short king~"
A high strung and goof of a snake inventor and a flirty, cookie stealing, porn star spider huh? His daughter's pack sure was going to be an interesting one. At least there's variety and didn't seem like it would get too boring around here anytime soon. He couldn't really judge. His best friend was an imp who assassinates humans for profit. And is sleeping with Stolas. Not a thought he wanted to linger on. 
"Husk is our bartender and Niffty is our housekeeper."
"Nice to meet you."
Before he could greet the four, the one named Niffty (who might become his favorite because now he was no longer the shortest one in the room), had climbed up him. Huh. Her scent was pleasant even with the odd undertone of blood to it. She also seemed to be the only beta here. 
"Hello. I clean." What an odd kind of crazy laugh she had...
Handing the small cyclopes off to Charlie, Lucifer walked around a bit to really take in the place. Or he would have, if not two steps in the chandelier had fallen down on him.
"Oh shit- Dad!" 
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thegoldencontracts · 6 months ago
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For the 200 followers event, may I possibly ask for Class 2E (Riddle & Jade)? Either in Flight class ("I'll maneuver the broom, just hold on tight!" - Whoever you want, both can lead to disaster), or in Potionology class (Pushed in the right direction, I'm fairly certain this could lead to something glorious. And probably unintended)
Sure!
This is the last of the 200 follower event requests, and I have something else planned soon! Ughh I'm sorry this took so long I swear I owe you a mars bar or something.
It was an entirely ordinary day in Alchemy Class.
Except for the fact that Jade Leech and Riddle Rosehearts currently had their faces adorned in an odd shade of seaweed green.
Divus Crewel just gulped down his coffee. It wasn't enough. Really, the one time he thought he'd have an easy day.
Of all students, Leech and Rosehearts? Absurd, yet completely believable.
"What happened, pups?" He said, smacking his whip against his palm in both a slight show of intimidation and an attempt to release some of his rage.
Rosehearts scrambled to explain himself.
"W-Well- Jade and I-" he sputtered. "I'm terribly sorry-"
"One of my mushrooms fell into the potion," Jade said as cheerily as ever.
Divus sighed.
"And how exactly did you get a mushroom in your pocket?"
"I found it on the ground."
Was Jade not smart enough to know better? No, no, he certainly did. Those was purposeful.
"You knew what you were doing," he said.
Jade feigned a pout.
"I'm hurt at your accusation-"
"Jade, you insolent fool! You've caused us to violate the rules!"
Crewel scoffed. No detention for them. He just wanted them out of sight so he could have some much-deserved rest.
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cafecourage · 1 year ago
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Pinky Isn't Suffering
Chapter 3
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Reminder these chapters happen between Enno cant get their crap together on @luimagines
The good luck that they had since the battle kept up it seemed. Of course Wild, Sky, and Warriors haven’t turned back to normal yet, however, they were still at Lon Lon Ranch and safe. Which is all that Twilight could ask for, honestly.
Even if Wild was still driving him and Pinky crazy, for such a tiny body, he is very hyperactive and destructive. Twilight was beginning to feel the consequences of always trying to keep up with the child, making sure he stayed safe from harm, thus taking the hits himself.
It was fine though. Nothing he wasn’t used to.
During lunch, however, disaster strikes once more. 
It started out as a slow lunch break with Malon, Time and Pinky. Wild was playing with some of Malon’s old toys, wearing Time’s old clothing.
They were just chatting and catching up a bit. Twilight was trying to pay attention to the conversation, honestly. He really was. But Wild kept edging towards a bookshelf nearby eyeing something up top. 
Twilight knew that look. The kid wanted something and knowing Wild, he would get it.
“Wild.” Twilight gave him a warning but the kid had the nerve to look over at his mentor, then immediately started to climb up the shelves. 
“Wild no!” He was quick to act, taking the kid off of the selves.
First, the bookshelves started to wobble. Then Wild fell off and the bookshelves started to fall forward.
Twilight pulled the cub under him bracing for the impact.
“Wild!!” Pinky’s calls were voided out by the pain that was shooting through from his back, neck and head. The weight on him lessened as Time and Malon helped both of them out and put the bookshelf back upright. Once Twilight knew it was safe, he and Pinky got Wild out first.
When the shelf was finally off of the Rancher, Time was by his side helping him stead himself. “How are you feeling, Pup?”
“I’m fine.” He lied, his back and head was killing him. Twilight was tired. There was a small voice in the back of his head that was telling him just to curl up around his cub and make sure his ‘child’ was fine. It was a need that he could only barely suppress. 
Before Twilight could even help Time and Malon clean up the mess, a hand grabbed his forearm. 
“Oh hell no.” Pinky was looking up at him angrily. “You, sir, are resting.” Twi couldn’t even protest as he lets her just lead him into the kitchen. “Sit.”
Twilight took the place next to Wild. The small hero was visibly shaken and looked like he was on the verge of tears. “Are you ok cub?” Twilight pulled the child close as Wild threw himself on Twilight, finally crying.
“I sowwy.” His speech was slurred through his sobbing. 
Placing Wild on his lap, he let the kid cry it out. “It’s not your fault.” Twilight started drawing circles on the smaller back to calm him down. It was something he learned from Collin. It puts the child to sleep in an instant.
Pinky came back with the first aid kit. “Oh how cute.”
Twilight almost rolls his eyes. “Cute but a gremlin.”
“You love him.” Well there was no arguing that, but he did want to correct her. He loved Wild, his brother in arms. But he loved her more. “Hold still” Pinky came behind Twilight and started to search for bumps or bruises. “It was a nasty crash.”
Twilight just hummed as her fingers through his hair was a pleasant feeling. 
His body was growing heavy as it started to relax.
Deeper.
And deeper.
Then finally he fell asleep.
Not aware that Pinky had taken photos of them two with her own mini slate, knowing that this opportunity wouldn’t come back anytime soon.
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krueger4eva · 2 years ago
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Random The Lion Guard Headcanon
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Sometime after the finale, Janja and Jasiri officially become soulmates. Soon, the Outlands will have a King
once he’s ready of course.
Janja made a promise to himself to never take for granted the second chance he was given and how Jasiri inspired him and his clan. Although he’s still rough around the edges, Janja tries his best to be a loving boyfriend, a good friend and overall a better hyena.
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Even though not all the Outlanders have completely sided with Jasiri and her new title, Mzingo eventually warmed up to his new Queen after the initial hesitation. He is now happy to serve and report to Jasiri whenever she needs. Janja couldn’t be happier that these two are closer now.
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While he was a pup, Janja’s mother was the leader of her clan and had a fierce reputation across the Savannah. She was everything Janja hoped he could ever be: cunning nature, a skilled hunter, and an infectious sense of humor.
Sadly, his mother, along with several clan members, passed away when he was still so young. In this wake of tragedy, Mzingo and his parliament were there to assist the orphaned hyena pups. These vultures were close friends to the deceased hyena elders, so they took it among themselves to help the remaining clan raise the pups, including Nne, Tano, Cheezi, Chungu, and Janja.
Even though it was never said out loud, it was no secret to anyone that Janja was Mzingo’s favorite.
The son he always wanted.
Now, Jasiri and her clan were added to their family.
Sometimes, Janja, Jasiri, and Mzingo would choose to go on hunts or trips with just the 3 of them so they could talk and share with each other. These were moments that Janja would treasure most.
Then, one day
Janja was out of commission due to an injury, so for the next couple of weeks, Jasiri and Mzingo had to go on an important mission without him.
After his wounds have healed, Janja is surprised to discover that his lovely mate and his favorite vulture had a successful mission with no casualties.
Even though he’s glad that no one was hurt, Janja couldn’t help but notice on how their trip went so well, while the ones that the THREE of them went on usually had a disaster in each one?
Soon, after overhearing some gossip among the Outlands and some quiet introspection, Janja realized the common denominator responsible for the change in outcome— HIM!
It’s obvious to anyone who him that Janja was an (INCREDIBLY) inept villain. Whether when he was the leader or a follower, Janja, and by extent, his fellow hyenas, would screw things up. Due to his pride and shortsightedness, Janja has suffered one failure after another

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and another
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and another
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.and a
well you get the point.
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To sum up, changing his moral compass does not make him a more competent hyena.
Poor Janja wonders that maybe Jasiri is REALLY the child that Mzingo wants.
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The child that his mother should’ve had instead.
What if he doesn’t belong in this family?
What if he serves no purpose to this clan?
Could he ever 
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.make his mother proud?
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