#or sheep

[a-bloody-omen]

SAH-MEH!!! Sammie Sammie Sammie Sammie💕💕💕

[vulpes--velox]

The cute fluffy pup Kaiju belongs to CorruptionCore!

[huntygallery]

Goats 1 - 10

[starpil0tblue]

Draxum is the kind of guy who would point at April and say “she’s my favorite daughter” and Leo would go “she’s your only daughter” and Draxum’s just. “i know and she’s my favorite.”

[candypoogle]

this is Olafur

[just-e-x-o]

And he claims he’s not cute....

[wilwywaylan]

Sheep

Written for @lumeha - You ask me “write me a sheep”, I write you a sheep :p

Canon-but-after, Akon & Hiyori, 522 words

The hinges creaking sounded awfully loud in the relative calm that, for once, filled the Vizored lair. Hiyori mentally cursed, then out loud. The one time they would be happy to hear the usual mix of metal, Kensei growls, screams and the occasionnal explosion, everyone seemed to have taken a vow of silence. There were a few noises coming from the kitchen, and hushed voices in the garden, but that was all. And it would have to do.

Praying that whatever was keeping that bunch of idiots busy for a little longer, Hiyori tiptoed out of the bathroom, and made a beeline to their room, trying to be as quiet and discreet as possible. If Shinji, or Kisuke, or even Rose, saw them like that, they would never hear the end of it. Scratch that, they would hear it even if they killed themselves and came back as a Hollow. They needed to hide, and they needed to hide fast.

They were crossing the living-room in record speed, when a voice rang through the room, making them skid to a stop.

- You, not stomping through the house ? Something awful must have arrived. What is it ? The end of the world ? Or....

The faint hope that Hiyori had of him not noticing anything was crushed when they saw his eyes grow twice as large as normal. The next second, he fell from his seat, holding his ribs in a faint try to stiffle his laughing.

- Stop that ! They spat, without the slightest effect.

Akon clearly wasn't in any shape of listening to them, and they used the best way of shutting him up they knew : taking their sandal and applying it a few times on those stupid horns. It works like a charm. After the third hit, Akon finally caught his breath, and sat up again. His calm restored, he picked a cigarette in his pack, lit it, and casually asked :

- Dare I ask what happened about the... ?

He gestured towards Hiyori's head with his cigarette.

- That fucker. Rose, they explained. He put that goddamn decoction Kisuke makes for his head on MY shampoo bottle, and THAT's the result.

The effort Akon made to keep a straight face was heroic, really. But it was no use, and he fell back on the floor, his smoke luckily smashed because it could do any damage. With a loud groan, Hiyori kicked him in the leg, then pulled up the hood to cover the dainty ringlets that now covered their head in lieu of their usual straight hair. They would have to find a way to make Rose pay, that would teach him to use strange shampoos that turned anyone into escapees from Little House on the Prairie ! Maybe there would be a way to straighten his hair or something. Maybe dye it blue. That would teach him. And Akon too, that would teach him to laugh. Hiyori stomped (there was no need to hide now) towards the stairs, already planning their revenge, leaving behind them a whizzing nerd still lying on the floor.