#the whoopee cushion bit was genuinely so funny

[listen-to-the-inner-walrus]

As much as I loved Ally pretending to be Brennan, I can't help thinking that Zac should have won favourite character.

For the whoopee cushion bit alone.

[gabessquishytum]

Feeling like some family fluff ❤️

Dream and Hob reunite in the modern day, clear the air about 1889, and somehow manage to confess their feelings. There’s just one little hitch to keep Hob from immediately jumping into this relationship: either by adoption or by accident, Hob has a small child that has to be his first priority. And they are a feral little creature to nearly anyone who isn’t Hob, and very protective of their father.

Dream is rather nervous to be introduced to someone whose opinion is so important to Hob, but determined to try his best to like and bond with the tiny human, for the sake of his relationship with Hob.

Upon meeting them, the kid starts by biting Dream’s hand. He is enchanted.

So wrapped up in his worry about messing this up, he’d forgotten how much he genuinely likes kids, and look at how delightful and interesting this one is! They’re the sweetest angel in the world to Hob, which reminds him of some of his loveliest dreams, and does their level-best short of maiming to scare Dream off, reminding him of his youngest nightmares. They’re the best of both worlds, and Dream is besotted, no longer just for Hob’s sake.

The child is growing more and more torn about the situation. On the one hand, no one they’ve ever met has been good enough for their dad, and they’re reluctant to admit that this guy might be the exception. On the other hand, he can do magic, which is pretty cool. On the other other hand, their personal pride at their ability to chase anyone off is at stake here. But on the other other other hand, it’s kinda nice that he never gets angry at their tricks or threats, and in fact seems to enjoy them. Not to mention their dad seems to actually really care whether or not this guy sticks around, which is significant.

Hob tries his best to rein his kid in when they’re like this, but he can’t help but see their feralness as a kind of zest for life and therefore isn’t very good at reprimands. Dream tends to wave off his apologies anyway, and his obvious delight at the child’s creative antics (not trying to tame or gentle them, but appreciating them as they are) does funny things to Hob’s heart. This might work out after all.

-🪽anon

Oh yes this is very sweet. I love it when Hob is a dad.

And oh, I love the idea of Dream having to go through the traditional ritual of "You're dating my dad and I hate that about you." As every potential step-parent should.

And the best part it - Dream loves it. He loves being scrutinised by this very small human, who is so like Hob in many ways. He doesn't mind how feral the kid is, basically because they are clearly having a really great time trying to chase Dream away. The whoopee cushion prank in the middle of the new inn was pretty epic, even Hob has to admit that, and he's never seen Dream laugh so much.

Maybe somewhere along the line Hob has a big emergency and there's no one to babysit, so he calls on Dream to help. The child is secretly thrilled because a) Dream is magic and they secretly love that and b) being alone with Dream is the perfect opportunity to be as feral as possible and prove that Dream is not up for the job of dating their dad.

But Dream turns out to be a rather excellent babysitter, and keeps very calm during all the antics that occur. Eventually he sits down on the bedroom floor in the middle of the chaos with the kid and they actually talk for a bit. The kid shares some concerns about whether Dream will actually stick around, whether he'll be nice to Hob, all of that stuff. And Dream (not exactly king of communication) tries his best to promise that he does want to be with Hob longterm and that he's learnt a lot about not hurting people, recently.

Hob returns to find his kid tucked in and snoring away (benefits of having the literal sandman putting you to bed, Hob is so jealous). They end up kissing on the sofa because Hob is kinda horny about Dream’s potential parenting skills, and in the morning the kid begrudgingly admits over breakfast that maybe it would be ok if Dream comes over more. And takes Hob for dates. Maybe.

But no kissing. They got up to pee last night and saw more than enough of that 🤮 <33

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Each skeleton's reaction to his kid/niece/nephew walking up to him and holding their hand out. "Hi Dad/Uncle, let's shake hands" The skeleton notices that the kid has what seem to have a Laughing Box in the hand trick on their extended hand.

Undertale Sans - He's playing along. He's a terrible influence, self-aware of it, and will definitely encourage it. Sans will teach all he knows to his kid and then watch him spread chaos and evil pranks from a safe distance. All his friends and family are sweating.

Undertale Papyrus - He shakes hands innocently before his face turns into a betrayal expression. How dare his kid falls for such low-category japes like his brother's when he can work harder for the same result. Sans is having a cup of salt coffee when he's visiting a few hours later.

Underswap Sans - He had one too. Now that's awkward as they're both just staring at the other's Laughing Box in total silence. Tricky. Very tricky. Blue gives the kid a long stare that says this war is not over yet.

Underswap Papyrus - Aaaaw. His baby's first prank. He's all fluffy inside now, so proud. Honey plays along, a big smile on his face when the kids burst into delighted chuckles as they managed to "prank" their dad. He's so proud.

Underfell Sans - "yea, nice try bud, but am not stupid". The kid pouts, mad he found out his evil plan. They went back on the couch and sat on a whoopee cushion in an offended gasp as Red is making fun of them. You can't prank the prank master.

Underfell Papyrus - Edge said nothing, neutral, which made the kid a bit sad. Later that day, the kid sees his uncle searching for coffins. Confused, the kid asks what he's doing. Edge answers he's preparing a funeral for their sense of humor. Ah...

Horrortale Sans - He falls for it genuinely, then chuckles at the little joke. Nice one, kiddo. He ruffles the kid's hair and encourages them to try it on Willow as he will have a better reaction than he has. He then goes to sit on the couch to enjoy the show.

Horrortale Papyrus - He high pitch screams when he falls for the trick, then proceeds to stomp angrily, screaming his brother's name who can't stop laughing from the sofa. He then starts lecturing the kid to death to make sure they're bored enough to never do that again. Oak keeps crying with laughter on the couch while the kid is glaring daggers at him, mad he dragged them into this situation.

Swapfell Sans - He tssks. That's just humiliating. Him? Pranked by such a foolish jape? Like hell he is. As the kid leans his hand, he quickly grabs the other one to shake it, pats their head two times as a "Better luck next time" and leaves. The kid is so mad.

Swapfell Papyrus - He's a bit disappointed. He taught you better than that. See bigger! Laugh boxes are so predictable, you can do so much more better than that! That can't wait. He's kidnapping the kid in his room to teach them how to prank people better. He even let them try everything he just learned on Nox afterward.

Fellswap Gold Sans - He's not amused. He simply rolls his eyes lights at the child and keeps walking. The kid pouts. Uncle Wine is not funny. Welp, time to throw tomatoes on his beautiful just cleaned luxury car instead. Surely he will think it's a funny joke. His scream can be heard several miles around.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - The sound startles him and he instinctively teleports back into his room with the kid who is confused for a few seconds, then starts to cackle when they realize they just did that. Ha, ha. Very funny indeed. Coffee goes to sulk in his closet.

[oops-its-a-fanwork]

Tidbits about the lepom pokémon boys✨️

Just some little things to know about our fav legendary boys, Papyrus and Sans! You can read their home and backstory here!

The pair of brothers are both psychic types, but I'm not entirely sure about their secondary typing. For sans I'm thinking either psychic/normal or psychic/dragon, and for papyrus either psychic/fire or psychic/fighting. The size of their true forms is somewhat small for a legendary, more akin to the size of Latios and Latias: person sized! Actually these two seem to have inspired the boys’ designs in my mind: not too big, somewhat friendly but definitely not an average pokemon!

Interestingly enough, if anyone describes the boys’ human form, the description will always be focused on their personalities and some rough descriptions of their appearance at best. People remember Papyrus being tall and loud, that's for sure! And Sans is definitely a lot smaller! A laid-back dude!  Oh what did he wear yesterday? Good question!  …I don’t remember… … Skin color? Oh yeah he sure had one… Hmmm…  Anyway yesterday Sans pranked the candy store owner with a whoopee cushion??!?-

Papyrus would love to help people train their pokémon! He adores the bond between trainers and their pokémon, and thrives off of their passion and determination! People would ask him about his team when he offers though, and that just gets them a fidgety “oh would you look at the time! It sure seems evident that I am needed to help with market preparations! But perhaps we’ll spar! Next time!”. Then he does an impressive leap into an open window of a random house and he’s gone. What a guy. You can also ask him to help you prepare for beauty contests. He has a very good eye for those, and although his choices are… non-standard, they have a 80% chance of actually being really, really good.

Sans doesn't really care for or about battling, but if you ask him about beauty contests he’ll at least humor you by joining you for prep time. His suggestions are ridiculous and none of it is helpful. He does seem to be enjoying himself though, and if he’s tired enough you can use props and make-up on him to make him look silly “to match his attitude :p”. If anything, prepping with him does make you and your team far less nervous. No judge could ever give you feedback that's more outta left field or ridiculous than he and his brother can, so you can handle anything now!

Papyrus definitely still gets lovingly attacked by dog pokémon all the time. He’s a magnet for them, they love him! His reaction can be best described as “exit, pursued by bear dog”. I mean it doesn't always happen, but they do like to mess with him, so it is also often times the other way around. Don’t try and keep an important conversation with him when there's dog pokémon nearby, because you will be interrupted!

Sans will tell you what your pokémon are thinking/saying unprompted. This tends to feel like he’s doing a bit, but he’s always telling the truth, or at least a half-truth. The bit is that he’s not doing a bit. What a funny guy!

Papyrus' cooking is in an odd position here: if there's a person to supervise and give advice, Papyrus can actually make a few really tasty dishes! However if left alone he doesn't really realize the way certain appliances work, and might experiment with ingredients that only certain pokemon or humans can eat, like uncooked wheat! Or pokemon berries! Or rocks! He’s personally not the biggest fan of rocks, but he has friends who love them! Sans absolutely does not count as supervision by the way. He doesn’t care what is made as long as his bro is happy, and if the kitchen is burned down in the process he’ll probably sleep through it anyway. 

Despite him having the personality of a “dude who has a little truck he hangs out the window from to talk to u”, the only thing people actually see Sans drive are the tricycles he “borrows” from the town kids. Does he do it to entertain them or does he genuinely think they're fun? Hard to tell. The teens in town like to point at silly cars and other vehicles they see and tell each other it's his. He thinks it's hilarious and definitely plays into it.

Sans is the kind of guy who will walk you home at night if you work late shifts, and Papyrus will princess carry you if you are injured, even if it's just a scraped knee. In both cases, enjoy the view!

Most of their rare time away from any people or pokémon is spent either protecting everyone from an evil team or from agitated pokémon from the mountain. The latter tend to be ghost pokémon and pokémon living in harsh conditions, so no one really blames them for being irritable. These pokémon have been acting up far less the past few weeks though. Perhaps something happened?

[og-danny-dorito]

Hancock SFW Headcanons To Satiate My Undying Thirst for This Raisin

this is dedicated to all of my 12 year old monster/humanoid obsessions, and to the ones which may follow such as this mans, John Hancock, the mayor of Goodneighbor. because I'll be damned if I see a ghoul and don't become immediately attracted to them. also these weren't requested, but @thatwolfnamednyla​ seemed interested so i'll tag them (i can remove the tag too if you want me to, just let me know).

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S F W :

- ok so, I’m gonna start off with physical headcanons because it’s easier for me to base everything off of that 

- since most of the heights in the game are the same and they don’t really give any actual canon heights for them, I’d say that he’s about 5”5 because I love the imagine of a short man with a knife. like-

- yeah he’s definitely powerful and strong willed and mental the opposite of a short baby man, but like can you just imagine some dude walking up to you and having to look up at you because he’s small? Especially a high af ghoul man small boy? an artistic virtue

- that, and he’s generally the most crackhead out of all the companions 

- like he’s the guy to go to if you’re itching to bust out some chems and go shoot at random shit in the middle of the night cause he’s just that kinda dude 

- he lives for the thrill of things, and so obviously someone equally as crackhead as he is would fit him perfectly, but for the sake of actual relationship building I’d say that he’s better fit with a rational crackhead 

- like yeah, going out and getting yourself fucked up is great, but like not to the point of getting yourself so fucked up beyond repair, yknow? someone who takes a second and a half to think his crazy ass ideas through and THEN do it with him is the best person for the job as his metaphorical babysitter 

- and he really likes to be taken care of because he’s a sucker for that shit. I would say that he has a daddy/mommy kink but like these aren’t nsfw and so I’m not gonna bust out that nasty shit just yet 

- that said, being his partner doesn’t have very specific guidelines. being pansexual AND polyamorous allows him to love freely as he was genetically destined to anyway 

- seriously, he’s attracted to you if you say something nice to him and show a little bit of interest that’s just how it is. he doesnt really think of appearances unless he's only out for dick

- he doesn’t really have a specific type either??? but he finds timid and nervous people so fucking cute. like,,, if you keep apologizing because of small things he’ll ruffle your hair and start calling you ‘kid’ and ‘sweetie’ cause honestly it’s just so sweet to see you get all nervous and shy 

- it literally makes him want to fistfight someone in an abandoned parking lot for you and he can't help his protectionist ways

- like he likes to be taken care of yeah, but he ends up setting y’all in the ‘give some get some’ scenario where it’s more of a partnership 

- jokingly calls you ‘smoothskin’ even if your skin isn’t smooth like you’re scarred or something. it cracks him up because he does it in a smoker voice too but he already sounds like a smoker so he ends up coughing a little bit after in between laughs 

- biggest goofball on the planet 

- will literally play pranks on you because he finds it funny, like using makeshift pre-war whoopee cushion and shit like that. will also 100% love it if you prank him back. he doesn’t take much seriously and so any form of mild joking makes him genuinely happy 

- if you’re inclined to more permanent relationships however, this could become an issue. not the whole whoopee cushion thing the seriousness thing

- just because he does sleep with other people and lowkey tell you all the time about how “That raider was packin, and I don’t mean to be a whore but honestly like if he wanted some he could get some.”, it doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you. it’s just that it’s normal for him to be attracted to other people at the same time. it can be more than one person at once, which can sometimes be a problem if more traditional people not cool with it 

- confronting him about it either to confirm it negatively or positively depends on your preference. he didn’t really think of this as permanent in the first place, more of a friends with benefits situation where you also benefit each other with extreme emotional support, and so you wanting to make it serious will trigger his fear of commitment 

- therefore, if you’re not okay with it he may have a hard time adapting, but if he’s really grown on you then he can try to be better about it. he won’t make the one he loves uncomfortable without their permission, but he’ll try his best to explain it (the best that he can doesn't necessarily that he’ll do it well though) 

- if you’re alright with it then he will most likely bring up the topic of either threesomes/poly-somes and/or adding someone else to your romantic stuff or something like that if either of areyou is interested. communication is key in this sort of thing, and so he’ll almost always go to you before like trying to initiate anything with someone after talking with them and you about the situation 

- oh did I mention fear of commitment? Cause I’m about to get real angsty 

- MAN does he have an issue with it. not only that, but the reason he doesn’t really view this thing as permanent is because he’s fairly certain he’ll outlive you. he's terrified of loosing you one day and then not knowing what the he'll to do with himself for the rest of his life. he’s scared of being tied down it totally goes against his whole thing of freedom, and since he’s already conflicted about anarchy and order he literally avoids thinking about settling down with anyone or anything 

- he’s holding onto a past that brought him joy then, but could ruin him now. and the best way to deal with that is to try to get through it as best as you can and leave the past behind, but he still finds himself reminiscing about things that could’ve happened 

- it keeps him up sometimes, thinking about it. he’ll lay flat on his back in bed, staring at the ceiling for hours at a time just... thinking. and only when he’s lightly pressed about it will he say something, and even then it seems more like he’s struggling to find the words. It’s weird how he can talk to goodneighbor’s citizens like it’s nothing, but talking about himself gets him all choked up 

- he would very much like it if you just like, kissed his face or hold his hand sometimes. to him it speaks more than a thousand words, and if he’s really having a hard time it means everything for you to be there for him 

- that, and with the fact that you’re his best friend means that you’re his ride or die partner in crime 

- just sitting around and doing chems with you and getting all philosophical or doing dumb shit is pretty much all he needs to be satisfied with you, and he really likes hearing you talk about pre-war society 

- whether your views are negative or positive, he likes hearing about the way things used to work. he likes your stories about how you grew up and how you came to be who you are today, and a lot of the time he finds himself asking you about something he doesn’t know because you’re technically the ultimate source of knowledge on that stiff by this point 

- you’d have to assure him that you didn’t know everything and no, you had no idea what year that random object he found was made, but he likes it anyway. you pique his interest, and just sharing a few mindset traits with you makes him feel much more secure and like you’ve got something that matters to the both of you 

- that, and he thinks you’re the coolest motherfucker on the planet 

- he’d probably be more attracted to free spirits, those who hold a strong moral code and defend it like it’s their lifeline. obviously he has a wide range of romantic and causal interest guidelines, but that’s the key point there. Someone who stands for what they believe in and protects those around them 

- and NOW for my favorite part, miscellaneous headcanons ; 

he’s probably the most openly sexual out of all the companions besides Gage, but tbh gage isn't down to walk naked through commonwealth and he is so obviously he’s the most freaky 

he’s more himbo oriented, although with this chart done originally by @cockneydio​

I can tell you that he’s this 👌 close to being a feral himbo and is probably turned on by danger so you can already tell what kinda bitch he is 

he likes to give you his jacket when you’re cold or he just feels like it and it usually smells like cigarettes and gunpowder 

thinks that pastel colors and soft clothes are kind of cute on people for some reason 

is a sucker for pda, might die if you kiss on his neck or tell him he looks nice that day while you’re in public. Also super into just randomly slapping your ass because he finds it hilarious (slapping his ass in turn earns you a flirty comment and a mildly turned on raisin man) 

loves receiving gifts from you and equally as much giving them, which is commonly just cool little things he’s found and thought you would like 

makes cheesy pick up lines all the time and you can’t change my mind 

would die for pet names, given or received. like yes call him “honey” and “sugar” he will MELT he's just a big nerd

he's kinda self conscious about himself around you, but likes phsycial contact too much to deny himself of it so he's literally always attached to you and/or on top of you if he can help it

- hancock isn’t feral, but he sure does act like it sometimes. what he needs is someone who can balance him out and give him the space when he needs it, and who genuinely cares about he people around them regardless of who or what they are. just being there for him on the bad days means the world to him, and he wouldn’t give what y'all have up for all the caps and chems in the world

[hyrulessongkeeper]

A Mafia of Sorts 4

A bit into the lives of some of the Skeletons

Its been a few months since the incident between the two gangs, but a form of peace was starting to exist between to two. To an extent. Several of the skeletal men were off doing their own things, not really following Boss’s orders, while some followed them exactly. Guess things can’t always go exactly to plan.

The first was Classic and his brother Captain. They and their other doubles were not quite fond of this world. It was fairly violent, but small blessings are great, cause Boss only gives them watch out jobs, much like their old sentry duties in their universe. Boss understood that not everyone was cut out for the life that they lived. They were placed in a park to watch over the nice cream guy. They were in a more human part of the city so it was understandable that Boss wanted the guy to be watched and protected. 

Classic sighed softly as he looked up to the sky. When he dreamed of being out of the underground he wasn’t really planning for it to be this way. A lot of their ‘selves’ were pretty damn confused when the machine suddenly turned on and pulled them here. Boss said that Red was how they got there. He won’t give more specifics than that, that him and his brother were why they were all there. Can’t complain too much he supposed, Paps has never been more excited, he has tons of friends now, even if they are just alternate selves. Classic chuckled softly. He then noticed the crimson hair of a girl walking to the nice cream vendor.

Classic sat up a bit more, his sockets widened in surprise when he saw the girl. A half breed? She got a nice cream, her eyes were emotionless as she received her frozen treat. Tops looked uncomfortable and that made classic frown. Half breeds here were treated as outcasts from both races, which was weird to Classic, they were a product that human monster relations could work after all. Guess that in itself is why its disliked. Classic clicked his tongue on the back of his teeth. The distrust between humans and monsters here was more palpable than where he was from. 

Their war was different, humans here possessed some magic, but it isn’t as powerful, not powerful enough to force the monsters underground at least, and the monster population didn’t come out unscathed either, they took a heavy blow, they are trying to rebuild their numbers. That’s one reason Classic thinks they were pulled here. He wasn’t sure though. 

He saw the girl shrink from the bunnies stare as she sat down a bit away, ripping into the nice cream. She read the little card, a twitch on her cheek that wanted her to smile but didn’t. Then it happened. The ice cream fell. She stared down at it, her deer ears flattening as she looked. If it wasn’t so sad, Classic might have laughed, but damn if that was not the saddest fucking thing he ever did see. Welp, this needed to be amended. 

He got up from his bench, bought two nice creams, and approached her. She jumped, in a ready to defend position, her eyes held something he couldn’t place, her magic flaring in her shoes. Wow, what a jumpy girl, guess he could understand why though. He held out the nice cream to her and she just, stared.

“i saw what happened to yours. couldn’t say I was too fawn’d of the situation.” he winked at her. He defensive attitude dropped immediately, laughing hysterically at his pun. He chuckled softly, it wasn’t even that good of a pun, yet here this stranger was laughing at it like the best joke she had heard in forever. She took the nice cream, smiling at him she sat back down and patted the seat beside him. 

“Well thanks stranger, it’s ice to meet ya.” she smiled. Classic saw that it was a bit of a fake one though. He knew all about fake smiles after all, and he saw her genuine one just a second ago. He wondered why she was like that? 

“heh a pun for a pun huh? a girl after my own SOUL” he grinned. Her smile faltered a moment, something crossing her face before it was dismissed. If Classic wasn’t so damn good at reading people he probably would never have noticed. He tilted his head though. Speaking of SOULS. His magic creeped up on her, slowly so it could remain undetected for as long as possible. 

“well, the name is Classic, nice to meet ya.” he held out his hand to her. She took his hand, the sound of a whoopee cushion going off. She looked to him with such a shocked look on her face, he busted out laughing. She started to giggle at first and then joined his riotous laughter. He took this moment to touch her SOUL with his magic. 

‘a blue SOUL huh? made of integrity. but there is something wrong with it, maybe she has a sickness? its pretty guarded, guess it would need to be with the amount of prejudiced directed at her.’ his thoughts were everywhere, he wanted to dive deeper, but that would activate an encounter, and he didn’t want that. 

“Mine is Layla.” she smiled, it was more genuine this time. Layla felt her mind clearing up, it was so odd to her, to feel this much clarity. Her arm didn’t itch, the voice was quiet, she felt such joy. Was this skeleton her new infatuation. She grinned more, if he made her feel like this, damn straight he is. Then she got worried. What if he was part of that other gang though? Fuck. Now she was conflicted, and, yes, sad. She thought hard, maybe she could convince the others that they weren’t all bad.

Classic looked to her, tilting his head as she looked so lost in thought. He saw Tops was about to move, so he had to get going too. 

“well kiddo, it was cool to meet ya, but I gotta get going, maybe we will see each other again if the stars allow it.” he smiled. She looked like she was about to have a panic attack at the thought of him leaving her side, but she calmed down quickly, bringing the mask back up.

“Yeah, I visit this park often, I would love to see you again!” she grinned. She would make damn sure of that.

The next skeleton boy who has really not been following the rules, was Mutt, much to Black’s disdain.

It happened recently. The two of them were sent to scout out one of the other gangs members, gauge how dangerous they were, things of that nature. Mutt couldn’t really care or bother, but Black did his job well and wouldn’t let his brother fall behind. 

They found their target as she was finishing off her work. She was making a call when she spotted the brothers her eyes narrowing to slits as she looked to them.

“GREETINGS MEAGER HUMAN! I AM THE MALEVOLENT BLACK! I AM HERE TO GREET YOU AND TO INSPECT YOUR WORK ETHIC!” he announced.

Roxas looked at this little tyrant, her eye twitching a bit. ‘The fuck does he mean my work ethic? What in the fuck? He is probably from that crew we made a deal with. They are probable here to gauge me, too bad for them I already finished the job.’ she thought and let out a sigh. She turned to them and glared.

“Listen, I already finished my job, I am now just waiting for my friend so I can leave.” her voice was cold and calm, not letting her inner anger boil up.

“AND I AM SURE YOU DID OKAY FOR A HUMAN.” Black smirked. Mutt sighed at his brother. Then he saw it, the flash of anger in her eyes. 

“Ex-fucking-scuse ME?!” she glared, her body going into full defense mode. Black looked shocked that she was raising her voice to him. “I do my damn job well I will have you fucking know!! You don’t know she about me or my family so you need to get off your high horse bucko, or that Napoleon complex is gonna come and bite you in the ass Mr.Shorty!!” she snapped. Black looked at her agape, his face turning a shade of red as he got angry.

“ARE YOU THREATENING ME HUMAN?!” he demanded.

“You wouldn’t know a good threat if it bit you in your bony ass!” she snipped, she turned on heal, flipped them off as she walked away. Mutt stood there with shock. Only members of his family have snapped at his brother, but this stranger did it without so much as a second of hesitation. He felt his SOUL thump in his ribs. Holy shit. He needed to know more about her. He quickly got his brother home so he could rant to the others. He had other plans. Like most of his other counterparts, he was an excellent tracker. He had her scent and follow it he did. 

For several days.

He would catch her walking around enjoying her days. He knew what he was doing was a bit creepy, but he wanted to know her, and she was on edge around him already cause of his brother. He wanted to amend that somehow. However life was funny to throw wrenches in ones plans.

She was on the way to debt collect. Mutt felt the amount of SOULS in the building though, she was outnumbered. It sent a chill down Mutt’s spine to think of her being hurt. So he snuck in, undetected to watch over her, and he felt himself fall harder for her. 

She was beautiful in the most deadly way as she gracefully took out each guard. Killing or incapacitating them in some way. Mutt killed those she knocked out, a well placed sharpened bone that remained undetected to kill them quickly without much noise. 

He almost hesitated though for one second, and one second was not something he could waste as he watched the main target point a gun point blank at Roxas. He snarled and tossed a sharpend bone at the mans head. Roxas’s eyes were closed, probably accepting her fate. Mutt took this moment to look more closely at her face. It was beautiful, he wanted nothing more than to touch her at that moment. Yet she as she opened her eyes slowly, he shortcutted out of there, leaving the bone as a symbol that someone had her back.

Roxas looked at the bone club in the targets head and shuddered. It had to be that skeleton fellow who had been following her. She felt a chill shoot down her spine, she knew about this for a few days, she would always see him in the corner of her eyes, like a ghost. She complained and bitched, if they didn’t have this deal she would have killed him earlier. Now at this job she had slipped up, got a bit careless, almost getting herself killed. Yet, cause of her skeletal stalker, she was alive, and very, very confused.    

Another that wasn’t going with the flow, cause well, when does he ever? Was Stretch.

Stretch was starting to frequent a couple of bars now. One was this nice classy joint, but it wasn’t for the drinks, hell he barely felt like drinking when he went to the bars. It was the entertainment he valued. 

“Please give the warmest welcome to the most lovely and ever illustrious, Zurie~” a male voice purred. Several claps and whoops were heard all through the bar as a woman with dark skin stepped out. Her dress clung to her as she smiled.

She nodded to the band and they began, her song was wonderful as she sung a catchy tune. Stretch loved her voice, it made his SOUL thump hard. She was lovely to boot. He couldn’t help but stare at her. Her voice was what drew him to her though. 

He sat and listened to her sing her different songs, as her set ended she thanked everyone for coming. Throwing a playful wink to the crowd. He felt his SOUL skip a bit. She walked through the crowd, saying hello to several people, going straight to the back to a large man, a man Stretch has found out that is a sugar daddy of sorts for Zurie. Giving her gifts for her attentions. He sighed and looked to the bar. He needed to get out before his jealousy got a hold of him, however, a playful smirk crossed his features as he called over the bartender.

Zurie listened to the older man talk to her about his day, this was probably the easiest part of her day, listening to the man talk about his day. She didn’t like classifying him as a sugar daddy, more like a sugar grandpa, he just wanted someone to talk to. She was happy to provide. They continued their conversation as a waiter came up and places a glass in front of Zurie.

“What’s this darling?” she asked. 

“It’s a Bee’s Knees, miss Zurie.” he answered. Zurie looked to the older gentleman beside her who shook his head, a sign he didn’t order the drink for her. “It was from a gentleman at the bar, he is right...oh, I guess he left. Well I gotta get back to work.” the young man smiled and went back to work. 

Zurie shuddered, she never drank anything that is a gift, it was her rule of thumb, it kept her safe. She turned to her patron and smiled as sweet as she could.

“I am sorry to cut our usual chat short George, but I have to turn in early today, my sister is coming into town tomorrow morning, and I don’t want to be lookin’ like death when she comes to my door!” she giggled. George nodded, letting her go, telling her he will see her in a few days. She waved at him, walking past the bar she stopped, waving the bartender down.

“Hey Tom, was wonderin’ who got me that drink?” she asked.

“It was some skeleton fellow.” He answered nonchalantly.

Zurie went rigid. A skeleton? She smiled, nodded, making an even quicker exit than before. Changing clothes as quickly as she could. The family was talking about the skeleton gang, she could hope that it was just one of her families skeletons, but they knew what she usually drank so that was unlikely as finding water in Hell. 

Zurie walked quickly to her next destination, she was going to go to Capn’s bar but with the feeling of being watched along her back, she thought better of it, deciding to go home instead. She had almost made it to, the feeling of safety enveloping her, it was short lived though. 

“i’m sorry if this comes of corny, but you have a beautiful voice.” a sweet thick voice said behind her. Zurie let out the most unladylike squeak as her set of wings popped out her back, hitting whoever it was behind her, they released an oof of a noise. 

Zurie turned and was about to apologize when she saw the tall skeleton who was now rubbing his sternum. She felt a chill, her wings shuddering softly.

“sorry, sorry, didn’t mean to startle you honey.” he chuckled softly, a dorky sort of smile on his face. 

Zurie didn’t know what to say in all honesty, but she felt that small little bubble of anger pop, so anger it was.

“Have you been followin’ me this whole time!?” she glared. Her wings flared, their movements tied with her emotions.

“i-i’m sorry!” he raised his palms in a form of surrender. “i’m just kinda...shy? i didn’t know how to approach you.” he rubbed the back of his skull, looking away from her. She felt the anger bubble die a bit but she held onto it.

“Ya could have said something at the bar! Instead of following me around!” she crossed her arms. By the way he was talking, he was either not part of the skeleton crew, or didn’t know she was part of the ‘rival gang’. This could be useful.

He nodded and looked ashamed. Zurie bit her lower lip, feeling a bit guilty herself. She sighed and extended her hand to him. He looked at it, then to her.

“Let’s try again, my name is Zurie, nice to meet ya.” she smiled sweetly.

“i’m stretch, nice to meet you honey.” he gripped her hand, smiling back.

He may have a lot of regrets being pulled into this universe, but they were disappearing quickly as he shook hands with this beautiful songstress.  

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@totouchthcstars (Baby) continued from here

Dean missed the good old days of the prank wars he had with Sam. They’d use their best jokes and props on the other when it was least expected. He’d never not consider himself the master but Sam definitely held his own, nothing Dean would ever admit to of course. So much had happened in their lives the brothers often forgot what it was like to just have fun sometimes and after the intense events of the last week Dean figured it was time to just have a little bit of fun. He stored the whoopee cushion in an unsuspecting place in one of the pockets of his shirt, ready for whenever Sam would get back it’d be at one of the most unsuspecting times if only to see his brother genuinely smile.

What better person to bounce the idea off of than Baby even if he was slightly appalled she didn’t know what a whoopee cushion was. “No, please NOT the red fluffy thing!” He teased holding up his hands in defense with a smile. Baby really was a good shot though he wouldn’t expect anything less from her. It was as if he taught her all of these things himself even though he hadn’t. “You don’t know what a whoopee cushion in the hand trick means? Baby, you wound me! Are you sure you’re my car?” He teased, removing the whoopee cushion from the pocket of his jack and discreetly placing it in the palm of his hand, “All right, come here, I am sorry, bring it in for a hug,” As he went in to hug her, the cushion let out the all too familiar farting sound and like a five year old, Dean couldn’t help but bust out laughing. “See? What did I tell you? Always funny!”