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hot-pirate-milfs-in-your-area · 2 years ago

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Sea king head canons/theories

I'm writing a fic that will heavily feature a sea king, and as seakings are mostly treated as an obstacle (something to make Shanks save Luffy/ lose an arm or a reason the calm belt being dangerous) and not animals that they are. Their biology rarely has relevance to the plot and therefore rarely elaborated upon.

Witch is a problem/bonus for me as I have little to work with but- I can just make up what I want about them behavior and biology wise and put my childhood obsession with animals to use. I plan on mostly elaborating on what crumbs there are.

So what do we know? And what can I expand that into?(my reasoning) under cut.

1.they live in the calm belt and specifically ‘nest’ there.

-Different dubs might vary on the term ‘nest’ but i'm going to go with that and assume they lay eggs

-Not many large size real world sea life lay eggs most doing live births, except for certain species of sharks that lay ‘eggs’ often called mermaid purses

-It doesn't look like a bird egg in having a oval/round shape and hard shell, but are rectangle shaped tough leathery pouches with tendrils that anchor the eggs to the seafloor or hidden in seaweed

-And That you can be seen through to the young shark developing

-(talking from the next point) large social animals who have large young often invest a lot of time raising and teaching young often spend years in the group

-The instinct to protect their can also push how dangerous traveling the calm belt is

So I'll make Seakings nesting animals, laying soft shell ‘eggs’. That they stay and guard and raise their young, investing heavily in 1 big baby vs. lots of little ones. And the eggs are see through and tough but likely vulnerable to predators so they are guarded.

2 seakings being social

-The same group of sea kings seen in the calm belt (and intros) were later seen in the fishman island arc when shirahoshi accidentally summoned them

-This was mostly done to nowe have to design a new set of sea kings

-But i'm going to take that and think they are a pack/herd/group animal

-And manny group animals collectively raise young

-This also implies they migrate

-And manny birds who lay eggs have a imprinting instinct, meaning the fist thing the newly hatched baby sees it understand as its caretaker

-That has led to interesting occurrences of ducklings imprinting on people,shoes, basketballs, ect. and thinking thats its mother and following that around

-Compounding instinct can result in a cat having her kittens in a barn the same time a clutch of ducklings hatching and instead of eating them the cat decides that these are also her kittens and the ducks deciding this is mother

Seakings are social pack animals, raising young in social groups instead of abandoning them. They migrate to reproduce and live in safer waters until; the young are strong enough for the deeper seas. And that the young imprint on older group members.

3. Group organization.

-Most group mammals are organized into family units

-There is no such thing as alpha male wolves that study has been thoroughly disproved

-Instead wolves live in family units of

-Parents->older/ adult pups (that can help hunt and care for younger siblings)-> adolescent pups(learning but not much real help to hunting) -> baby (there job is being babies and not dying)

-As some younger members of the group age they may leave and form their own packs and split off from the group

-This particularly applies to the males, who can be driven out from the group to not accidentally interbreed with the lead female

-And from that most groups (elephants, whales, dolphins, lions) are matriarchal with males often being solitary

-(lions are matriarchal females will be apart of pride for her entire life time while males typical only stay/last for a few years at a time)

-The leaders of all group animals are the oldest most experienced who pass their knowledge down to the younger members

-And will likely care for the sick and injured letting them recover

So I'll make seakings mated pair lead groups, with older members teaching young hunting/survival skills. The groups are close and will care for injured members. With solo male seakings being solitary until they find a mate and start a group.

(The real question is what do you call a group of seakings?)

4.Do they hold their breath and dive or can they breathe under water?

-This one is kinda tricky

-As most sea kings we see are closest to the surface

-Living in coats (to being named after the area i.e. lord of the coats that ate shanks arm)/ calm belts to reproduce/ and normally spotted near the surface

-they've also been seen in fishman island and is stated as being 10,000 meters underwater

-I used to assume they could just breath underwater but i'm going to go with air based on sperm whales

-Sperm whales can hold their breaths for around 45 minutes and dive to 975 meters in one dive, withstanding 14 psi of pressure in just a little shy of 10 feet

-(one piece humans built different to be able to withstand that much pressure)

-So if sea kings are hundreds of times bigger than sperm whales their diving time and depth

-Broad body shape and insp I’ll accept some specific breeds being able to breath underwater

S-o ill apply most seakings are air breathing and dive to hunt but generally stay closer to the surface. But with the variations in their designs ill accept some being able to breath water (jellyfish/visible gills/ shelled seak kings as that exception)

5. Variations

-There’s a wide variety between one sea king to the next

-Shapes varying from eel, fish, shark, whale and dragon all being seen

-Some have fins or legs or are completely smooth

-They all fall under seaking

-So I'm going to divide them into spices based on body shape/ traits that vary the most i.e. pigs/hogs look very different but still nearly being the same animal

-The most common is the eel shape and others being pacific variations based on environment

-And we can put a little of high school 10 biology with Darwin's survival of the fittest not being strictly about being big and strong but being suited to their environment

-A hippo in the tundra may be the biggest thing and safe from predators but it will freeze to death as its not suited for cold

-Another example is over the last 30 years a group of scientist studying a colony of birds living under a highway have noticed the birds wings have changed

-The the birds with longer wings that are slower at turning have almost completely disappear in the colony most bird having short wings that can turn sharply and avoid being hit by cars so they breed and their young carrion on this helpful trait

Eel shaped seakings are the most common and variations that stray more wired put to finding unoccupied nichs to fill becoming a split in the evolution line.

6. Diets

-the one piece wiki says their type ‘C’/’big savage’ (same as fishmen) as a class of dangerous given in cannon by the human of one piece

-So i'll be talking that (and the op wiki) with a grain of salt

-But its stated as “ This is largely justified by their near-constant preying on other creatures, even comparatively tiny humans; once a Sea King has zeroed in on prey, it will attack relentlessly, and only retreat in the face of overwhelming physical (more rarely, mental) force.

-i'm not really going to use this much as any sensible predators are rarely as persistent as most prefer to save energy and pick easier/more filling prey (a healthy lion won't bother catching a mouses unless as a play behavior)

-Large predators on a whole are less aggressive than most media depicts (looking at you jurassic world) only being aggressive to people when starved/ sick/ or young are threatened

-And as i've concluded they are social i'll put a lot of that aggression adults thinking their young are threatened

-Or wandering lone males feeling their territory threatened

-So we can assume as predators almost anything they can bite is game the island whales(laboons species) are a likely candidate as well as other seakings

-Maybe sea kings living near the coast will pull down unsuspecting land animals

Seakings are not prickly and will scavenge if given the opportunity and supplement their diets grazing on underwater vegetation. When hunting they target the sick, elderly and weak animals to expend the least amount of energy possible, but can group cooperate to hunt bigger prey. A slow metabolism keeps such large animals from needing to eat constantly.

7.What preys on seakings?

-Humans (when strong enough)

-I do like the idea of whaling ships that hunt seakings, harpooning a seaking and drive it to exhaustion as method of hunting (endurance predators we humans are)

-Banadawani are their only stated natural predators

-Witch is fair ancient species of crocodiles were known to hunt dinosaurs (look up boar coc for free nightmares)

-Yuda (the snakes pulling Hancock's ship) are avoided

-Its stated on the wiki that they are sea serpents so i'll put them down as a seaking variation

-Other sea kings

-Giants

-And blue gorilla/ blugoir (what the hell are they btw? I completely forgot about them in the impel down arc. Blue faceless humans with fur and also guard the prison?? Who? Why? what?)

Few things are big enough to threaten seakings and the sit top of the food chain. Social groups are a good defiance from anything willing to try.

8.Intelligence.

-We know sea kings have complex thoughts

-And most group animals are intelligent and are adaptive to read the body language/ communicate

Passing down knowledge in hunting and sharing specific plentiful hunting grounds. being capable of complex thought and communication.

If you're still here, thanks for reading 5 pages of me rambling on seaking biology and occasionally me standing on a soapbox on animal misconceptions.

#one piece #op #one piece theory #one piece headcanons #shanks #luffy #seakings #sea king op #anime #one piece fanfiction

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morguemaw · 3 years ago

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Quick guts tell us something cool about your OCs and i mean really go at it i wanna hear you gush about em

I LOVE YOU AND I LOVE GUSHING ABOUT MY BABIES ANON I LOVE YOU

Okay so ill start with a few; Finly, Terror, and Ghouli ( that one skele sona i never draw LOL ) Finly; Finly is a trans skeleton. I had a headcanon that the Fresh parasite is just one of thousands of alternate types of parasites that exist in the Undertale universe, however the Fresh parasite is more known. Finly's parasite takes more of a aquatic sub-species compared to the more land-known ones like Imps parasite, or the Fresh one! His tends to look like a Shark's pup(newborn), but with some crab like legs.(idk) This gives the host aquatic features such as a tail!! Fun fact.. Finly can form a type of merman esc tail, like that one AU... that one really cool like yea :) - Terror; Terror is called the King of Sinners, and he used to be shipped with Lust. That's it. He and Lust also share a similar activity.. Pole dancing :,,)) Terror also can do drag!!!!!!!!!!!!! - Ghouli; The bare basic of Ghouli's backstory is that he was a once fallen human who fell into the ruins before the barrier was created. At the time, the underground had very little magic since monsters were still above. No one said humans still cant fall down, right? After the barrier formed, a rush of magic filled the area, such a confined area spreads the magic fast. This caused Ghouli to become a type of skeleton monster, but also a ghost? Like the ghost of his remains basically He watched over the kids who fell, and he grew attached to some, and the reason why he is so scared is from watching them all get kazoinked for their souls, he lives in that tiny hut u see in the woods!!! ( this is just for fun tbh!!! )

#Finly #Shark Fresh #Terror Sans #Ghouli

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obaewankenope · 3 years ago

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Tell me about shark swarms

Oh hohoho, I kept getting distracted the past few days but I'M BACK ON MY SHARK STUFF NOW YA'LL. Only answering this one ask tonight tho 🙃

Shark swams

Swarms of sharks

Sharks in a swarm

A swarm of shark

Physics physics physics DW joke inserted here

Okay. Okay okay. SO scientists don't know why sharks swarm exactly but they got some theories.

Some do it for food reasons, like a pod of dolphins after that unfortunate but tasty tuna. Its easier, sometimes, to hunt in a group and swim about together pre and post-dinner.

Some do it for reasons like needing oxygen-rich water to survive and needing to uh... Cohabit in large numbers like a gang of strangers sharing a room put on Craigslist because it's the only place to sleep for a while.

There's a thing, incidentally, called Red Tide—which I had to look up btw, even I don't know All The Things, rude that may be—is a thing that happens along a coastline when algae blooms that happens to be frickin toxic.

Everything in the ocean is out to kill you, even the frickin algae wow

These red tides aren't always red but they are always deadly 🙃

When one happens, marine animals can get sick and/or die from the toxic algae in the water. There's actually a YouTube video I watched just recently about sharks in Florida's canals because of red tide, where hundreds of sharks are trying to survive in some of the only oxygenated water in the area that won't kill them. So that's a swarm of sharks created because phytoplankton decided to try and murder literally everything in the immediate vicinity of itself; impressive, but rude.

This is an ongoing thing, by the way, the sharks trying to Not Die because of plant life turning the coast into the apocalypse for Jaws and his buddies.

Another reason for shark swarms is mating and/or giving birth/laying the eggs in Safe Places. Like any animal, sharks by and large have a System to making more of themselves. It kinda... Involves them meeting up for speed-dating and getting it on, then abandoning the eggs for however long a particular species takes to develop, or carrying the pups around in floating pregnancy land for the female. And, after all, it's a heck of a lot easier to procreate if there's an easy to access pool of potential mates in the area than having to travel hundreds of kilometres for romp after romp, ain't it?

There's even some speculation about the magnetic field of the earth being a reason for some sharks to swam, like Hammerheads but that's a heck of a thing to figure out conclusively tbh. Be kinda cool tho if it's actually true. Hammerheads be like birds with magnetic field powers lmao.

But anyway!

So, sharks can swarm because:

Squad makes food easier to catch, and

The algae be tryna kill them fam

Making babies

Dropping off the newborns/eggs in nursey and letting em get on with it

Dat magnetic field, baby

Generally tho, sharks probably swarm because they can and I respect it.

Maybe they wanna be family huh, maybe it's Ohana: Shark edit-ah, Larry just ate that human, oops.

#Shark #Sharks #Shark facts #Shark asks #Kat talks #Kat replies #Kat answers #Dragonhoardsbookz

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writingmorsels · 3 years ago

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Prompt: Surprise...?

One year after the happenings with The Company, you and Alex have finally found kind of an equilibrium. You two have bought a house together in some white-picked-fence neighborhood and you were even thinking about adopting a pet, to fill out the house. Well, you're gonna fill the house alright, but not with an animal.

You've been under the wind for a while now and it was frustrating.

You were temporarily the only breadwinner in the house, while Alex tried to have his old job back, and responding to a dispatch call while retching on your toilet wasn't the greatest feeling to start the day with.

You stopped a fight between two very angry, very 'I want to see your manager' looking women. You had to do a welfare check for an old man that almost shot you in the head with a sawed off shotgun. You had to respond to a domestic violence report only to discover it was for a couple really into roleplay.

You were tired.

Legs like jelly, you barely managed to reach for the bathroom before you could empty the contents of your stomach against the porcelain for the upteenth time that week.

Alex didn't know any of that and for a good reason: he already crucifixed himself for not being able to regain his job or any job really, because of his past. He didn't have to worry about your health, either. He was already a sweetheart with you as is.

It was just a stomach bug, you had worse.

Besides, Alex was busying himself at home while you were back on the field: he kept the house clean, did the laundry and, especially, he finally learned to cook something other than 'reheat bought stuff into the microwave'.

The first dishes were… okay. Edible.

But lately he managed to make something actually delicious… and it all ended up in the gutter, after you had another episode.

You came out of the precinct bathroom and flopped onto the nearest chair, at dispatch's station. "Ugh, someone got smashed yesterday or what?" You heard one of your coworkers joke and you groaned back to him, massaging your aching stomach. "Shuddup Mitchell... it's a stomach bug I can't shake off," you whined a little, making the man smirk. "Oh, so you don't wanna meet the recent reject from K-9? He was so eager…!" and a yapping sound made you perk up again. At your feet was a German Shepherd puppy, the fluffiest and cutest you ever seen.

Your eyes lit up as you bent down, meeting with the jumpy, shaky, ecstatic pup. “Oh my God you so cute! Awww yiss you aaare!” your voice came out as a high-pitched mess, almost mimicking the puppy’s yapps.

Your hands went to grab him underneath his front paws and hoisted him up, laughing as the little doggie started to lick your face.

Needless to say, not even ten minutes later you were sitting on the chair with the now sleepy pup melting into the crook of your elbow.

He had his front paws folded on themselves and he was nuzzling against your chest with small little snores coming from his nose. "He sure warmed up to you quickly!” Mitchell laughed, seeing the dog relaxed “Ready to bring him home already?"

Mitch knew of the cat-dog debacle in your home, so it came natural for you to ask him to keep him in the K-9 kennels for a little while. “I still have to speak with Alex about it… but I’m sure he would love him. Look at him…! Aww sho tired, good boy!” your attention went back to the puppy again, feeling him turn a little into your baby-hold.

You were having the time of your life, for once not even remembering your terrible mornings. “Aww, you’re practicing?” a voice joked and you moved your head to see one of your friends from dispatch, Lauren, approaching her desk.

You smiled, confused. “Practicing?” “Yeah! For the baby!” she replied to your question, pointing a finger towards the sleepy puppy in the crook of your elbow.

Baby?

“What are you talking about?” your voice came out with a slight hint of fear in its tone and Lauren giggled, putting her coffee down just so she could grab her headset. “Morning sickness, it never changes! In my second pregnancy it was even worse! If you want, I can give you a recipe for a miraculous smoothie."

You froze on the spot, her words hitting you so hard they almost knocked you over; all slowly came together with the nausea first thing in the morning, the strange tiredness, the moodiness that seemed to anticipate a shark week that never came.

Lauren noticed your uncomfortableness and furrowed her brows. “What’s wrong?” “N-no!...no I’m...it’s- I've changed pills recently, I’m not...” you lied through your teeth, eyes large as eggs and skin going a little pale.

You felt nauseous again, for different reasons.

You didn't even think about the possibility of…

Yeah your shark week still wasn't nowhere to be found, but you were only just a little late, it happened all the time. You were just...stressed.

That wasn’t the time nor the place to be pregnant. If you got stuck in maternity, how would you two pay for bills and food?

And Alex...oh your poor darling, after a year he still wasn't over Cameron's death and you wouldn't blame him.

You couldn't give him another heartache like that, giving him another child like some kind of substitute.

He would start spiraling down again like after everything ended with the Company, when he finally stopped worrying and let himself grieve.

You couldn’t do that to him, no no no...

With panic starting to fizzle in the back of your brain you watched Lauren, who looked amused. "Oh I get it! Yeah, changing those is always a pain…!" she shrugged before taking a sip of her coffee, booting up her computer.

Even Mitchell felt the awkwardness of the moment, because he broke it by leaning forward and grabbing the pup from your arm. “I’ll keep him for a little more, alright! No problem…!” the man smiled forcefully at you, silently asking if you were fine.

You were not fine.

The doubt had been planted.

On your way home you stopped by the nearest pharmacy and after grabbing an antiemetic from over the counter, you stopped in front of the rows and rows of pregnancy tests, uneasy and confused.

Old style? Electronic? Did the type change something? Did it matter?

"Fuck this…" you muttered as you bought a random one.

During the rest of the drive home you felt that little plastic thing weigh on your passenger seat like a block of cement, the pastel-colored box peaking through the paper bag, laughing at you with it’s ‘oh the joy of motherhood!’ packaging design.

Of course if things would’ve been different, you would’ve been thrilled. Having a family with the love of your life was something you always desired.

You would’ve been so happy to give Alex another baby, give Cameron a little brother or sister. Unite their fractured family once again.

Instead, you now had to suffer all that psychological turmoil, because of the Company.

Even after their defeat, they managed to give anguish to you all.

When you finally arrived home you parked in the driveway and waited for a second, for two. Waiting for someone to pop out from outside the frame and yell "That was a joke, there's the camera!".

Nothing moved but you, as you got off the car and trudged inside.

You passed the front door and approached the small table near the entrance, slowly removing part of your gear, one piece at the time.

The radio, the gun, the handcuffs with their keys, your hat and your boots. Everything found its place while your mind was still in utter chaos.

The only thing still glued to your fingers was the small brown paper bag from the pharmacy. "Welcome back honey!" You heard Alex’s voice come out of nowhere, right next to your ear, and you gave out a shrill yelp, grasping at your chest like trying to stop your heart from pounding out of it. "Alex!" You heaved as you turned, seeing him grinning down at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "For fuck's sake you gave me a heart attack! Stop being sneaky when I come home!" You added, watching him now starting to laugh uncontrollably, a half apron around his hips and sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

He was cooking you dinner, as always… sweet bastard. "One of these days I'm gonna shoot you by accident–" "That's why I wait until you're unarmed…!" Alex chuckled back, leaning down to kiss you hello.

You replied in kind, sighing just a little against his lips when they met. "What's that?" you felt him reach for your hand, grabbing the paper bag from your grasp. You came back to reality and his hand on your hip suddenly felt uncomfortable.

You immediately reached back and yanked the bag from him before he could even look inside, taking your forbidden loot to your chest. "Ladies have their secrets…!" You tried to joke, to sell him the lie as best as you could.

You couldn't, but he didn't inquire for the moment. Alex only rose an eyebrow and watched you with his interrogation gaze, making you squirm a little. "Don’t look at me that way, mister! You don’t have to know all that happens to my little lady down there!" you tried to double down on being light and jokey, maybe letting a little frustration come through.

It was a half-truth, was it not? "Well I would love to be let in the loop… Maybe I could help you out with that," he spoke softly, his voice in a good spot between affectionate and erotic.

Out of instinct you took one step backwards, away from him. "No no! No one but my eyes have permission to gaze upon the horrors of some yeast infection...or shit like that" while holding the bag closer, you put a hand on his chest to push him away. “I’ll handle it...just…” your eyes wandered for an instant, thinking. “Just think of this a ‘biohazard zone’ for a couple of days, ok?” your free hand now waved in front of your crotch, making him chuckle. “As long as I can kiss you, I don’t have a problem with that,” he replied, stealing another quick peck from your lips. “Dinner’s almost ready hun, go get changed.” Alex then moved away, towards the kitchenette of your lovely home.

You didn’t wait more than a second before bolting up the stairs to the bathroom, clutching the box through the brown paper. For a moment you remained impressed by your bullshitting ability.

You bullshitted your way out of that situation like Michael Scofield strolled in and out of his jail cell at Fox River (Sucre told you several times about that at every chance he got, when you invited the whole gang over for the holidays).

Closing the door behind you, you aimed for the sink counter and dumped the content of the bag on top of, grabbing the furiatingly pale box and almost tearing it open. Your fingers trembled when you finally grabbed the white-and-pink stick.

It felt like a murder weapon, in your hands. “Ok...how do I…” you mumbled, scared.

You never even think about researching it, it was your very first encounter with something like that. Did you have to...stick it in?

You grabbed the flimsy instruction papers from deep inside the box and opened it, trying to find the right language to read it.

Oh…

You peed on one side and see the result on the other.

Simple, right?

Sure, technically it was as basic as it could come, but no one prepared you for the longest. Three minutes. Of your life.

You sat on the toilet after you did the do, holding the test flat as it was written and watching intently at the little white window.

You saw the first line starting to appear, coloring in a light blue, and your stomach started to churn again. “Please stop there, stop there, c’mon it's just a stomach bug, c’mon c’mon…!” you begged the little demonic stick, your knuckles turning pale for the sheer force you used to hold it.

Your blood thickened in your veins, when the second little line started to appear, the color deepening by the second.

"Oh no."

Oh no indeed. You had to call someone...and your mind immediately picked the best number to call.

"Thank you for coming... I didn't– I don't know what to do."

Sara Tancredi had sat herself in front of you, in the small diner you chose for your encounter.

Little one-year-old Michael had been sleeping in his stroller from the moment he and his mother came in. "No problem, I was around!" The woman smiled at you, her eyes already scanning you.

She saw the paleness of anxiety, cold sweat and dark circles. And the way you grasped at a small brown box like it contained a rabid beast. "What's the problem that Alex isn't allowed to know about?" Sara immediately asked and you shrank in your seat, looking guilty. "Why you thought–" "We're in a public place outside his usual zone, away from your place of work where he sometimes surprises you and you didn't explained over the phone while he was at home," she never dropped the smile, watching you with her seemingly sweet eyes...but you knew there was a tigress behind the gentle façade. "I…" "I've been a drug addict for a good portion of my life...and on the run the rest of it. I can recognize the signs, Y/n. Just tell me, I'm the last person who would judge you."

Slowly your fingers let go of the brown paper and pushed it towards her, across the table. Sara grabbed it, confused, and gasped a little when she saw the pregnancy test box. "You mean…?" She whispered, opening the box and immediately looking at the result window. "I had this stomach bug and–" "how many days are you late?" Sara immediately asked and you blinked, counting mentally. "Five-no, six days. It happens all the time, I didn't think I could be…" your voice trailed off as your favorite Doc smiled even brighter, letting the text down to hold your hands. "Is wonderful! Aw I'm so happy for–" "Sara, is not wonderful…!" You heaved, clawing at her hands. "I'm the only one with a job, a dangerous job. And-and Alex is still mourning his son, how can I...just waltz in and tell him 'here take a replacement'! I... don't know how he would react…"

Silence fell between you two for a long instant, where you felt ready to vomit.

You weren't ready for any answer, really. You didn't want Alex to know and you felt repulsion at the thought of aborting Alex's child, making him lose another.

Then, Sara sighed, patting your hands. "Listen... keeping this a secret is horrendous, for both you and Alex. You have to tell him." The woman tried to find your eyes, pulling at your hands to grab your attention. "Everything could happen, Y/n, especially in your line of work. What if you got wounded while hiding your pregnancy and the first doctor Alex will speak to will make his condolences because your child died? It could lead to a lot more drama…" Sara's usually bright eyes turned dark a little, her expression souring. "If… I never told Michael about his son, he would've died without knowing it... and I plan on telling my son who his father was. Please tell him, Y/n. He's a smart man, you will work this through as a couple…" The good doctor then smiled again, shaking the melancholy off her shoulders. "Think about it, if you decide to keep it, Mike will have a friend to play with!"

You had to wait at least three more weeks for your plan to work out.

The first week and a half were spent building up the courage to make the announcement.

In the remaining time, you studied on the internet how to do it in the best way.

Eating anti-emetic pills as if it was candy, you lied through your teeth when Alex asked if your little lady felt better, telling him that yes, you felt better.

You tried to act natural, but the more time passed, the more you felt sick and the more time you spent evading Alex, knowing he would grill an answer out of you if he ever suspected something.

After work, you spent as much time as possible driving around searching for the items you needed.

Sara agreed to accompany you to your gynecologist, making it look like a girls' day out. You and your baby were healthy, the doctor assured you, and the pregnancy was going well. "How come hubby's not here?" The doctor asked and you choked on your saliva. "W-well I'm... I'm planning a surprise for him and-" "aww dear that's so nice! What about taking the baby's first photo to add to the surprise?" The man cheered, prepping the machine.

Your hands shook around the freshly printed black and white photo, Sara laughing at your side and telling you to breathe.

You practically sat in front of the entrance door when you bought online one of the items you needed, grabbing the Amazon box like Gollum would do with his precious, running upstairs where you hid all away in your closet.

Then, THE Sunday morning came.

You two had a really intense, really intimate encounter the night before and Alex was still asleep on his side of the bed. His naked body was always a pleasure to see first thing in the morning, you thought as you rolled over to give him a soft kiss on his cheek. "Breakfast in bed…?" You asked in a whisper, obtaining a low 'yah' muffled in the pillow.

With a little chuckle you kissed him again, this time searching for his lips. “Stay here, I’ll do it.” and then you got off the bed, walking downstairs towards the kitchenette.

Everything had been hidden the night before in strategic places, knowing you'd be the first to come and open the cupboards: there sat a new mug you bought for the occasion, with a cheerful 'good morning handsome' written on the side.

As you grabbed it, you smiled a little when you read the other phrase etched and colored on the inside of the mug.

You're going to be a dad.

Heart, heart, heart.

Then, behind it, you grabbed a pair of boxes. One contained a shirt that you immediately donned, bold text reciting 'sending backup' on your chest.

The second remained closed and found its place on the tray you prepared on the island.

Coffee was made, mugs were filled and a plate of cookies was strategically placed on top of the thin box. Then up you went towards upstairs, where Alex was still enveloped in the blankets like a tired mummy.

You smiled against your anxiety, feeling your hands tremble while holding the tray and the teaspoons inside the mugs clinked as you approached.

You tried to remember Sara’s words, he loved you and you would work that through, as you put down the tray near the end of the bed, but when you bent down you felt your stomach churn again, reminding you that yes, you forgot to buy new antiemetics.

Grin and bear, grin and bear… “Good morning…!” you called in a little singsong voice, feeling your heart stop pounding in your ears when he opened his wonderful, glassy-looking blue eyes, still sleepy but oh so shiny. Gemstones filled with entire oceans. “G’morning honey…” he replied, voice husky and a little gruff, stretching his neck to reach for your lips.

The kiss had been gentle, sweet and warm, his lips still soft from a whole night of good sleep. “Coffee’s ready, c’mon...I brought up your favorite cookies, too.” you moved aside, letting him sit up on the mattress, but instead reached for your hand and pulled you closer for another barrage of soft little pecks. “Mmmh ‘m up,” he mumbled between kisses, eyes closed and body one step closer to fall asleep again.

Oh no you didn’t go through all that trouble for him to just sleep on it..! “You’re not up…! C’mon sleepyhead, before it gets cold!” you chuckled, sincerely amused by his weak try in seducing you back to sleep.

Alex huffed and almost dragged himself to sit up, scratching at his collarbone for an instant before his eyes would finally take in the content on the tray. “What’s the occasion?” he smiled confusedly, brows furrowed as he grabbed the new mug, chuckling as he read the outside.

You sat down on the edge of the bed, facing him. “Well, we’ve been in kinda of a rough patch, lately...with too much job or no job at all,” you started to explain, putting a couple of fingers on the thin box so he couldn’t take it immediately. “This is...a gift...for you,” your voice cracked for a second, nervousness starting to show.

He saw that and for a moment Alex paused, mug mid-air.

“...it’s not a ‘sorry I cheated on you’, is it?”

The question came out maybe a little too harsh, Alex noticed only after the last word left his mouth, but he had that strange feeling that you were hiding something, for so long now.

You only snorted for the absurdity of the thought, shaking your head. “You wish! So you could dump my sorry ass and find yourself a rich cougar, uh?” you smiled, trying to ease his deep furrowed brow. “I’m not cheating, you should know-” “Then why have you dodged me for the last three weeks? I saw you talk to Mitch from K-9 a lot, last month” his husky voice came out with a tense curiosity in it.

“Eugh…!” you rolled your eyes. “Why do I stop talking to you about Christmas gifts two weeks before the twenty fifth? Because you spoil yourself with that smart brain of yours!” you grabbed a cookie from the platter and gently threw it at him, making him giggle just a smidge. Alex seemed appeased by your reply, taking another long sip of his coffee. “I would understand, if you cheated. I know I have a terrible personality, even if I try to-” his voice stopped all of a sudden, when his eyes focused on the bottom of the now nearly-empty mug.

His eyes shot back to you almost immediately, finally realizing what was written on your chest. “...that’s why!” he breathed. “That’s why you were all buddy-buddy with Mitch…! Oh no, Y/n, we already talked about it!” he almost whined, putting down the mug. “Don’t tell me you adopted one of the rejects from K-9...please tell me that’s not it…!” he added, a little desperate. “I love dogs, I do, but we’re rarely home one way or another and it would feel alone all day and it would destroy stuff and-” you stopped his rambling by handing him the thin box. “Open it,” you whispered, now nervous for his initial reaction.

If he seemed so negative about life with a dog, what would he say about a child…?

“Please don’t be a collar…” he muttered as his bony fingers removed the lid of the box.

His face became even more confused, as he saw a little square of fabric with some words written on them.

"What…" Slowly he brushed aside the crinkly paper and raised up what he thought was a shirt, but as the piece of clothing unraveled, his entire body froze, trying to compute what he was looking at.

A tiny, black onesie, soft as can be, with tiny little handcuffs on the front.

"Daddy's best backup" was impressed underneath the handcuffs, in bright pastel colors.

Alex didn't react for a good handful of seconds and now you knew how criminals felt while lining up for witness' identification. You never unglued your gaze from your lover, seeing him trying to understand, behind his clear, crystal eyes. You saw his hands tremble as he lowered the baby clothing, his attention passing from the fabric to yourself, then towards the box again.

A couple of fingers moved towards the ultrasound picture that you left on the bottom of the box, barely touching it before letting them sink again in the little onesie's softness. "Y/n…" he croaked your name and your chest went taut out of pure fear. "Is... you're telling me that...that you…" "y-yes" you immediately reply, as to cut short the torturous wait. "I -uhm… I took a couple of tests...and...a-all positive…" you managed to add, watching him sitting on the bed completely lost, as if the news didn't fully hit him.

He looked at the mug, then at the photo without stopping cuddling the tiny onesie with his fingers. "I... we're still in time if you...i-if you don't want–" "What?" He rounded his head towards you, as if snapping to reality.

You gulped, worried. "You...if you're not ready yet...we can wait...I could find a doctor, Sara will help me after the...t-the…" you stopped yourself from crying, the thought of losing the baby feeling like a wound opening in your very soul.

"What do you mean...not ready?" He then asked with a tender whisper. "I…" Alex gave out a shocked chuckle, but the corners of his mouth curled up in a smile. "I'm not the one pregnant with our baby, am I?" The word finally came out of his lips and the way he said it just melted your heart away, its panicked pounding now filling with warmth at every beat.

You watched Alex slowly fold the onesie again, this amazed and completely baffled expression on his face. "Because of Cameron…" you uttered, gripping at the hem of your t-shirt.

Every doubt you had, every fear, it poured out after that. Alex had always been your confident, your wise guide to ask for help and not being able to tell him your grudges for so long did a number on you, especially for something so important like a pregnancy. "I feared you would take this...as a replacement. Make you remember all over again…! I don't want you to….to fall back down in that dark place, Alex. I could never–" your voice gave out in a sob and immediately he seemed to turn back to his usual, protective self.

His hands grabbed the tray and moved it quickly on the other side of the bed, before taking both your hands and pulling you toward him. "Come here honey..." he called under his breath, enveloping you in his strong arms as you found place on his lap. One of his hands came up and started to gently stroke your nape, as the other wrapped around you.

For a moment, you didn't think of anything but his presence. His beating heart underneath his skin, finding your palm. His breath whispering in his lungs and falling onto the top of your head. "Listen... I'll never...never get over Cam. The death of a child is… devastating." He leaned slightly forward, completely hugging you with his frame. "And yes I was in a dark place… I got blinded by my pain and didn't see what I was causing you…and maybe I got addicted to my misery..." his hands shook against you, but he only pushed them a little harder to grip your clothes. "But don't you ever...ever think that I'll make you do something as horrible as abortion. I can't have you experience that kind of pain."

His lips came and kissed your hair, his whole body starting to tremble as well as his fingers. "And this...oh my God Y/n, I'm not accustomed to this kind of happiness anymore…!" Alex laughed now, his voice that stumbled for a moment in his throat. "And now I can't even... I can't find the words to describe how happy I am right now..."

All of your anxiety melted away as he hugged you now even more. "So...we keep it?" "It's our baby! Of course we keep it!" He chortled at your question, now letting you go only to grab the onesie again, looking at it with tearful eyes, a bright smile on his face.

Alex brought the piece of clothing to his face and closed his eyes, to feel the softness of the fabric. "You always bring me the biggest joys in my life...even in my worst moments, you were there..." his glassy eyes opened again and found yours, the lights in them shining like a dawn after a long storm. "And now you gift me this miracle…our little miracle…"

Silence fell after his words, the speech hanging in the air like mistletoe at Christmas. Heartwarming, hopeful.

He always had his way with words, didn't he?

"This is way better than a dog..."

Sometimes his way with words was the dumbass way.

#Alexander Mahone #Prison Break #Alexander Mahone x Reader #post series #kinda fluff?#oneshot #fanfic

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loveforpreserumsteve · 3 years ago

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About Last Night (Pre-Serum Omega!Steve and Alpha!Bucky Modern Mpreg AU)

Forty-Six:

Folding and unfolding, Steve lifted the sleeveless onesie. It was so tiny. The cotton item of clothing was soft, surely soft enough for Oliver. Steve's thumb felt over the little shark print. It had been one of the many items they had been gifted. Bucky's family choosing Finding Nemo esque clothing to go along with the nickname, "Squirt," and his summer due date.

"What if he gets cold?" Steve asked, eyes fixating on the tank top portion of the onesie.

Shaving, Bucky called from the bathroom, "He has blankets."

Setting the onesie on his thirty-seven weeks bump, Steve asked, "What if he gets hot?"

Good-humoredly scoffing, Bucky peeked out from the bathroom and simply shrugged, "Then, we'll remove the blanket."

Pausing, Steve worried his lower lip with his teeth. Figuring that he was probably getting on the ever-patient alpha's nerves with all of his current worries. Steve just didn't know how not to be anxious about this. After all, the only thing that Steve had ever been responsible for was himself.

"I'm sorry," Steve apologized, refolding the onesie and putting it back in the bag for the hospital.

"Doll, you got nothin' to be sorry for," Bucky assured, returning to the double vanity so he could finish shaving.

Rubbing over his bump, Steve admitted, "I'm just nervous."

"There's nothing to be nervous about. I'm here with you, every step of the way."

Although he was still a ball of anxiety, Steve knew that Bucky was right. The true problematic bastard was that little voice in the back of his head that taunted him and claimed that Bucky could leave. That Bucky would leave. Just like your dad. You'll be left all alone just like how your mom was. A single omega raising a pup all by yourself. Picking up the little striped shorts with the embroidered shark on the back, Steve tensed as a cramp tightened his abdomen, wrapping all the way around to his back.

Practicing his Lamaze breathing, Steve inhaled deeply. Or at least, tried to. Shakily, he exhaled. Having been dealing with these aches and pains all day, he just tried to remain calm. After all, all the baby books talked about Braxton Hicks. They were supposed to happen towards the end of the pregnancy and were supposed to prepare the body for labor.

Of course, he hadn't expected them to be so painful. The books claimed that they would just be uncomfortable, not full out –

"Holy fuck," Steve exhaled as he waited for the cramping to stop.

Shifting, since the baby books all said that it would ease the faux contractions. As they fortunately did fade, Steve's attention went back to the hospital bag. Specifically, the items of clothing that they had packed for Oliver. The little light orange sleeveless onesie that proclaimed, Daddy's Cool Dude, and tiny navy-blue shorts that went with it.

"Do you think he'll fit in these?" Steve asked, placing them back in the bag.

"Babies are small," Bucky reasoned, washing the leftover shaving cream from his face and looking over his jaw to make sure he didn't miss anything.

"I know that," Steve rolled his eyes.

Making sure that he had the birth plan. Check. Insurance card. Check. Extra phone charger. Check. Baby books to reread. Check. Toothbrushes for him and Bucky. Check. Toothpaste. Check. Shampoo, body wash, face wash. Check, check, check. Extra boxer briefs for both him and Bucky. Check. Nursing pads and supporter. Also check.

"Ooh," Steve exclaimed when a sharp cramp rippled through his pelvis. Placing both hands on Bucky's dresser, Steve weakly inhaled and wobbly exhaled. Eyes closed as he attempted to remain calm. To focus. To breathe.

"Stevie?"

For a moment, all Steve could do was breathe, waiting for the cramping to subside. Once the cramp did ease, Steve could only stand there breathing. Even after Bucky came up behind him and asked, "Everything okay?"

However, before Steve could answer, a small gush of liquid wet his sleep shorts and trickled down the inside of his leg. Wide-eyed and slaw-jawed, Steve looked down. With his bump in the way, he craned his head to the side to see that, yes, there was clear liquid running down his leg, into his sock, and onto the carpet.

Bringing his attention back up to Bucky, he found the alpha's expression mimicking his own. Steve whispered, "I think I'm in labor."

"O-okay," Bucky licked over his lips, wetting them. Steve could see the gears moving in the older man's mind.

"I need to change my shorts," Steve started, his mind grasping for some task to cling to rather than let himself panic.

"Yes!" Bucky agreed, turning towards the dresser, Bucky grabbed a fresh pair of boxer briefs and cotton shorts for Steve. Removing Steve's hand from the wooden furniture, Bucky said, "You get changed and I'm going to carry our stuff out to the car. Okay?"

"Okay," Steve nodded, moving his stiff legs. Trying to ease the tension, he offered, "Go team?"

That dopey grin took hold of Bucky's face. Leaning in, Bucky gave him a quick kiss and an enthusiastic, "Go team!"

As he eased his soiled clothing off and placed a liner in his boxer briefs to capture any liquid, Steve was stunned. He was going to be a father. He had nine months to get used to that. Yet, when it came to the actual moment...

"Okay! Bag and ball's in Volvo!" Bucky entered their bathroom and paused, "What's wrong?"

"I can't do this," Steve cried. "How am I supposed to take care of them?"

Cradling Steve's face, Bucky assured, "You're going to be great. You've been taking care of them and have been an amazing uncle. You've got this. We've got this."

Sniffling, Steve pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose and nodded as he repeated, "We've got this."

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halothenthehorns · 3 years ago

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Acceptance

"Hey, Harry, can I talk to you for a sec?"

Harry looked surprised but pleased as he followed Sirius into the kitchen, where Sirius watched him for a moment with a small smile before beginning, "ah, didn't get a chance to say it earlier in the mess of it all, but you don't ever have to apologize for hugging me."

Harry blushed deep crimson and looked about ready to apologize for apologizing, when Sirius laughed and threw an easy arm around him, saying, "relax pup. It's been a long, stressful few days, and I needed it, so thanks."

Harry was practically wiggling in pleasure at the affection, but still felt the need to explain himself, "it's just, I ah, I don't ever really remember hugging anyone like that before."

Sirius really hoped that, even though he couldn't be there for Harry with a home life he deserved right away, something would give and they'd both get what they wanted, and surely Harry would remember plenty of hugs from Sirius then. With so much practice of late Sirius could almost bat away how heartbreaking that was with hardly any notice, focusing on the here and now as he promised, "well like I said, you can do it as often as you like now. Pretty sure your own parents and Remus wouldn't mind from time to time either."

Harry couldn't help but laugh aloud at that.

Lily couldn't help but smile to herself as she walked up the stairs, the infectious sound of Harry's laughter bringing a smile to her own face as she moved to open her baby's room, when she heard something odd from the guest room.

Switching from one doorknob to the other she gave a gentle knock and called softly, "Remus?" She got no reply, and feeling a mounting sense of worry she cracked the door open and poked her head inside to find him seemingly passed out on the bed. She felt silly, she'd probably just heard him snore or something, when he made it again. He was curled up on his side and facing the wall, so she couldn't even properly see him, but then she reflected that Remus normally slept sprawled out so this really wasn't normal.

She'd never seen him transform before, and couldn't help but feel even more fear creeping into her, but then she reminded herself James and Sirius were being very clear, she'd even heard a firsthand account of it. Remus wouldn't transform until the exact time the moon was at its highest peak, and both boys had insisted that wasn't at least for another few hours' time.

Bolstering herself, she quickly walked over to his side and placed her hand on his shoulder, shaking it firmly and calling out his name more loudly this time.

"Go away," he grumbled. Despite how exhausted his voice sounded, she detected no hints of sleep from it, so she'd been right and something else was definitely bothering him.

"Not a chance," she replied, sitting down nearly on top of his legs to prove her point.

"You know it's moments like this I understand why you fell for James back," he groused, tearing the pillow up and throwing it over his head in a further attempt to ignore her even while he spoke. "You act just like him sometimes."

"I'll take that as a compliment right now," she responded pleasantly, still watching every inch of him with heightening worry. "You going to tell me what's wrong, or am I going to have to go get him then you can tell us both."

He muttered something indistinctly, and then he made that noise she'd heard again, and she finally recognized it as him repressing a sob.

"Oh Remus," she sighed reaching out to place a comforting hand on him, but then he snarled back, "Don't," with so much venom her hand froze in place of its own accord.

"Don't," he repeated, his voice only slightly more restrained. "I can't stand any more comfort from the lot of you. I can't ignore them when they come in here later, Merlin knows why they're still going to bother, just leave Lily."

She rested her hand on him then anyways, ignoring his jerk of protest. "They are coming in here for the exact same reason I'm not going away until I have to. We're still your friends Remus, your family, and if watching Sirius these past few days hasn't proved anything to you then I don't know what will. We're not giving up, on either of you."

He still didn't respond, and she decided to go with a new tactic, one she'd kept bottled up for far too long. She could well guess that Remus was either still tearing himself up about what he almost did to Harry, or still dwelling on what Peter had done to him. She decided to focus on the second, as she could at least relate to that. "You feel like you should have done something more, fought harder and never let him pull away, but at the same time you keep thinking you're lucky you've found out. At least now you can stop pretending, stop acting like you've never noticed all the signs. You hate yourself all the more for thinking it," Remus finally twitched the pillow off his face and twisted his head around to glance at her, "and yet you feel like something's finally gone and you can breath and see again."

Remus sat up then, giving her a half suspicious look and trying to hide a smile. "Did you sneak a potion into all of our drinks, you able to read our minds now?"

"No," she told him, now tucking her sons blanket in a little tighter around him. "Just experience."

It only took a moment before Remus nodded, whispering, "guess we were all waiting around for the wrong kind of explosion." It's not like they had forgotten Severus and Lily had once been friends, kind of hard to forget that, but it hadn't really occurred to Remus she must have felt at least some of what they were feeling now. Angry was the only thing that ever really came to mind if he had ever sat around and thought about it, but it wasn't until now Remus realized that Lily had been through something very similar to this once before. Snape had basically called her out and left her to the sharks when he'd turned on her that day, and as far as any of them knew he'd never looked back. Peter wasn't the first friend of Lily's to join the Death Eaters looking for something. He couldn't help himself though, he fought back with words that spilled out, "least you've finally admitted who he really was, least you didn't somehow lose your other friends trust along the way."

Lily gave him a wane smile now, gently reminding him, "as far as you lot are concerned, as Sirius has been oh so happy to remind me every chance he got, I've only just admitted yesterday how horrid a person Severus has turned into, I hardly think I can berate anyone for not seeing what's right in front of them. As for what could possibly have changed in less than a year's time that we wouldn't tell you something like that Remus-" she hated the words the moment she'd said them, watching him flinch like she'd just tossed a scalding dagger at him, but pressed on anyways, "I can't say, maybe it was Peter himself. Everybody in this world is terrified, lies and whispers will do terrible things, but that still doesn't excuse what we did. I'm not asking for your forgiveness, I'm just swearing on my life I'll not let it happen now."

"You," he began in shock, not really sure how she had come to that conclusion, "forgive me?" He returned, a real smile lighting him now. "I clearly do something to make you believe it, think I should be the one groveling."

"We can worry about blame all day love," she reminded gently, "or we can fix it. I choose the second." She didn't even hesitate to offer him Harry, asking him, "would you mind putting him down for me, I've been holding him so long my arms are likely to fall off soon."

He gave her a rouge grin, seeing right through that, but took the baby happily and cradled him for a moment as the two left, Remus going into the room while Lily padded back down the stairs. She could hear Sirius and Harry still talking boisterously in the kitchen, which confused her all the more when she saw her husband still slouched inside the living room, watching the entrance to the kitchen with something like longing on his face. She could almost instantly guess what he was feeling, so she walked over to his side and wrapped her arms tight around him as she whispered, "it's natural what you're feeling dear."

"Is that right?" He asked restlessly, his hand coming up to stroke her hair. "You can read my moods now."

She couldn't help but giggle at getting asked the same question in such a short amount of time, but said back, "you've never been very subtle about them," she reminded, peeking up and meeting his eyes.

James sighed as he looked away from her, whispering, "I know I should be happy, and I am! Harry's finally getting the start to a proper family through Sirius. It's just..." he trailed off with a hard swallow, unable to voice it aloud as it would only feel like another betrayal to his friends.

"It should be you," Lily finished for him.

James winced like she'd just slapped him, but his arms tightened around her all the more. He couldn't help it though, now that Lily had started it the words spilled out of him like a bursting dam. "Now we're going to hear about the rest of Harry's life, and he's going to make that connection to Sirius he always should have, and it's going to keep growing. What if, well what if he-" he trailed off pitifully. What if Sirius adopted Harry, which is something they were all praying for to get Harry away from those Dursleys, but then what if Harry forgot about him? That was stupid of course, as Harry had never even known him before now, so there wasn't anything to forget. He couldn't have picked a better person for Harry to start looking at as a father but his best friend, but it should have been him.

Lily seemed to understand perfectly though, nodding along and saying, "I know dear, it's the same thing I've been thinking since Harry met Molly. The way she takes care of him, I truly wouldn't be surprised if he grows up thinking of her as his mother, she's the only comparison he's ever had and she treats him as such whenever he's around. I couldn't be happier he's found that, but it doesn't make it fair that it wasn't us."

James buried his face in his wife's hair, the guilt at his brief spike of anger and jealousy at Sirius now combined with the happy peace he had knowing his son would be taken care of leaving him so emotionally drained he was almost happy he'd be spending the night as an animal, it was certainly easier to cope with these things in another body.

#Harry Potter #fanfiction #The Life that Never Lived #James Potter #Remus Lupin #Sirius Black #Lily Potter #PoA #reading the books

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palettepainter · 3 years ago

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Do any of your hazbin NG's have pets? I know Velvet has a guard dog thingy forgot the name sorry but do any others have pets?

It's been a hot minute since I've done something for Hazbin, so lets go! Will also include Helluva NG's

Brinda (CharlieHusk)-

-So I didn't want to give Brinda a pair of goats like Charlie, I didn't really have the motivation to design two identical goat guards and I didn't wanna rip off the designs in Hazbin. So I debated the idea for a while on if she has a pet and the answer is: Yes and No

-Sorta like in the Owl House Brinda has a Talisman, it was crafted from the bark of a poison fruit hell tree (there are trees and other plants in hell which are non poisonous or non lethal to demons, but more or less the majority I imagine are poisonous) and was crafted into the shape of Hell Bat.

-Hell Bat's are big, mean fighting machines. Will eat anything and attack anything, a ferocious species that has been none to even eat other demons species. Despite this they are still social creatures and often roost together. Brinda is the only one seemingly able to control her giant hell bat - it can grow larger in size and is extremely agile. It "lives" on Brinda's coat rack, but in an attempt to make it more domesticated and less of a ferocious beast with an insensible appetite for blood Brinda has brought it it's own bed and given it it's own name

-Her bat is called Trixy. Trixy is a moody, prone to hissing, biting and chasing other demons. The only one she is remotely docile around is Brinda. Brinda is not above being growled or hissed at, but perhaps Trixie enjoys a little snuggle under Brinda's chin, her fur is especially soft for cuddling

Junior (CharlieHusk)-

-Like his sister Junior also has a bat talisman. His is much smaller then his sisters to accommodate the fact Junior himself is very small and can't really handle taking care of a bigger bat, but like Brinda's his can get bigger if it needs to.

-Junior's bat lives too on his coat rack and Junior himself isn't very affectionate with it...jk he loves it. When he's out he tries to present himself as uncaring to his bat body guard, but behind closed doors he's very fascinated by him.

-Junior likes to train his bat and so his bat does know some simple verbal commands such as: maul, attack, fetch, kill - all the innocent things a young prince would need to teach it's loyal pet

-Junior has named his bat Bugsy

Tristan (VaggieNG)-

-Tristan does not have a pet, but he enjoys studying insects and reptiles

-For some unknown reason Tristan seems to be a magnet for bugs, especially butterflies which are for some reason very fond of him. Tristan is not sure why these tiny creatures take such an interest in him, but he doesn't really care, he likes butterflies a lot

Iridescence (VaggieNG)-

-Like dear old papa before her she has a pet pig...only it's a hog, a hell hog, a big massive hairy hell hog

-Iridescence was given him as a "gift" from dear old Uncle Arackniss. Arackniss got double crossed in a bet and instead of walking out with a big ham joint he got the runt of litter. He assured his Angel who was teasing him for going soft that the wretched thing wouldn't grow any bigger then a handbag dog...oh he was so very wrong. Iridescence's hell bore is fucking HUGE. She's a big, slobbery, hairy, squealing beast to which Iridescence fondly dubbed Daphne

-Iridescence when she's not causing chaos spends her time riding around her hell hog like it's a horse around the hotel, making her hell bore pretty flower crowns or plots her next pranking scheme while Daphne eats her bed blankets. Vaggie and Angel have..thought about getting rid of the thing, they're pretty sure it has rabies at this point, but alas Iridescence is glued to it sooo Daphne stays

Velvet (AlastorMimzy)-

-I've actually already drawn Velvet's pet here! https://www.deviantart.com/palettepainter/art/Velvet-s-guard-dog-844244280

-Abaddon was given to her by her parents when she was very very little, though beast like and more animal demonic species are rare within hell's nine circles it is not uncommon for them to captured from the wastelands and sold on the black market. Abaddons, though not pack creatures, and very protective of their cubs, and so Abaddon grew up viewing as itty bitty Velvet as a "cub".

-Abaddon is still very much a lethal animal when she's not receiving pets and hunting crows in the back garden of the hotel. Her interets are stalking the halls without making a sound, perching on top of shelve and furniture, hunting crows and rats, chasing after little dots of light bouncing of reflective surfaces and sleeping in typical cat fashion

Francis (AlastorMimzy)-

-To Alastor's absoloute dismay he has fondly adopted one of Mimzy's shadow wolf puppies

-Mitzy currently owns 11 shadow wolves, one of which was especially smaller then it's brothers and sisters - a runt, like Francis. Francis, being the only teen in the hotel feels a little left out, so took the tiny puppy instantly under his wing the moment he saw it. The puppy is still a baby and so isn't much of a wolf, the only danger he possesses is the danger to your beloved slippers, which he will happily chew and teeth on.

-Still has itty bitty baby puppy teeth so chews a LOT, especially on deer old Alastor. Alastor...puts up with it for his wife's sake, knowing how much his wife loves her wolves..doesn't help that the puppies blasted parents, the female and male alpha, will be death staring Alastor down from the other side of the room while Francis and their pup play

-Francis has named his dog Pongo after the odd dark patches of fur he has on his back legs

Aldo (NiftyBaxter)-

-Has a pet priranha named Da Vinci whom he loves. Aldo is a big fan of marine life, one might call him a marine biologist. Unlike his father who is deathly scared of water Aldo can't seem to learn enough about it. He has many books on sea life in his room, a part of him dreams maybe he'll be able to see marine life on the surface. The only thing in hell is...sharks, which Aldo is terrified off

-Aldo was given Da Vinci by his teacer, Mister Aquarius, the project was for the students to disect the fish, but Princess Charlie thought that was "cruel", so instead Aquarius had to change it around. The task was for students to gain an understanding of responsibility, as expected most students didn't do the assignment, lost their fish or killed their fish, Aldo was the only one to pass. He has kept his lil piranha ever since, who is not so little anymore

Nidra (SirPentiousNG)-

-Nidra doesn't have pets, but she does enjoy the company of zombies

-Nidra's number one assistant in the study of the dark arts is none other then Hornet: her very first successful experiment in bringing back the deceased. Hornet is a harmless little rabbit, he just wants to chew on his toys, nom on a carrot and get some fond chin scratches from his mistress. Hornet is the one of the few people Nidra will actually talk to - she insists in the beginning she will never talk to her assistant as though it can understand her, but she does, and finds herself doing it a lot

-Her second pet is Tempest, a sassy cat that just started showing up one day and never left. Nidra more or less lives at the hotel, Sir Pentious is constantly on the move in his air ship and Nidra is not fond of travelling. Tempest lived in the alleys near the hotel, feeding on the mice and rats that infested the building. One day Hornet catches her wondering the halls and eagerly offers her his chew toy wanting to play. Tempest is of course not interested, but Hornet is presistant and in the end instead of Hornet searching for Tempest, Tempest would meow until she found Hornet

Thomas (TomVilla)-

-No pets

Riley (CherriSirPentious)-

-A chicken, given to her by dear old bar friend Husk Riley named her Henrietta and loves her dearly. Being part snake Riley likes birds that dart and can be chased, and Henrietta is also especially good to snuggle, but fat feathery lovable bird

-Riley comes and goes from the hotel, Cherri and her do have their own place, but Riley is a bit of wanderer and so tends to hop about from place to place, but she's never gone long. Henrietta more or less stays with her sister Nidra. Nirda was at first bothered to take care of her sisters stupid poultry, but Hornet seems to like her so she can't be that bad

Kiki (KatieVox)-

-IDK what inthe world these things are called but she has one of these weird creature thingies (skip to 15.38 and look to the right where Millie is ) - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kpnwRg268FQ

-His name is Sprinkles, she fondly gives him glittery little bow ties to wear, takes selfies of him and carries him around in her little back pack. Matthew is endlessly discussed by the thing, but Kiki just can't seem to see the truth, to her Sprinkles is a precious little angel

Nero (ValVox)-

-Has no pets cuz Val doesn't allow them in the house (lowkey thinks Iridescence's hell hog is pretty cool though)

Mathew (HelsaNG)-

-Has two snooty up tight hoity toity ferrets named Snip and Snap

Mako (CryminiHusk)-

-Also has no pets, but Coal gave him a houseplant to practise with

Crash and Dash (MillieTravis)-

-Also no pets

Lucy (MooxieMillie)-

-Also no pets

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