#that got angsty

[princessbrunette]

I’m not sure if you’ve ever done this before but during season 1 when jb is going through that whole thing with his dad what’s pups reaction? Also when jb finds his dad and refuses to believe his dad is an asshole, how does pup react to that as well? Sorry if this is too much

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poor pup, you obviously don’t understand to the full extent what’s going on because he tries to keep you out of as much of it as possible but you try and be there for him when he needs it. he knows you need a lot of attention, it’s how you got your ‘puppy’ nickname in the first place — but during this time when he’s constantly jetting off on impromptu missions with the pogues, more than anything he appreciates you being understanding and letting him go with little complaint.

it doesn’t mean you don’t get sad or scared, and this definitely doesn’t mean he doesn’t acknowledge it. before he runs off, he usually remembers to approach you first with an urgent expression — his hands on your cheeks and his eyes wide. “look, i know i’ve been an asshole okay? i haven’t been here and that’s not fair on you. i take full accountability for that and— and you have been amazing. but i really gotta do this, and… i don’t know if i’m gonna be home tonight. there’s this thing up in charleston and—”

“s’okay john b. i understand. go find your dad, ‘kay? wanna meet him.” you smile, standing on your tip toes to give him a kiss on the cheek. he melts instantly, pressing his mouth to yours and stroking your cheeks.

“you’re the best, okay? i love you. so much. i’m sorry, yeah? i love you.” he calls as he backs up, running to the twinkie with the rest of the pogues in tow, who were waiting nearby for him to say goodbye. as jj passes, he ruffles your head, sending you back a pleased smile.

“you a good doggy.” he muses in that southern jokey drawl that makes you smile.

when john b is gone for days at a time with a dead phone, he feels terrible. atleast when the police ask you if you’d seen him you don’t have to lie, shaking your head sadly and telling them you don’t know where he is. you keep things clean at the chateau, look after the chickens when he’s gone. there’s points when you’re not sure if he’s ever coming back, but you know he’d never do that to you.

he arrives home one day in the middle of the night, surprised to find you still there loyally— curled up on the couch clutching his sweatshirt. you look all puffy, like you’d been crying — but now, you were peacefully asleep.

“hey, i’m home puppy, daddies home.” he whispers and you’re up in an instant, groggily wrapping your arms around his neck, sniffling.

he loves that you never doubted his father being alive, making you the only person to consistently believe in him. when any of the pogues would doubt him, he’d instantly be reassured by your furrowed brows, a confused expression. because why wouldn’t he be alive? if he left all those clues, and john b said so — it had to be true?

down the line, when you finally meet his father — he’s not all what he was cut out to be. john b was always in charge, always strong— but with big john routledge around, who was always bossing him about and making him do things he didn’t wanna do, he made jb more vulnerable and not in a good way. he also wouldn’t let you come along, stealing you away from your boyfriend because he didn’t fully trust you.

“i mean, c’mon son you really trust that scrappy lil’ girl? she don’t know right from left, she ain’t comin’ alright? end of. she’d only slow you down.” the man speaks, unknown to the fact you were listening in on the conversation with a tearful pout, one room over.

“you watch your mouth about her.” john b gets in his face but the old man old scoffs, moving him aside.

“yeah, yeah. save the drama for your girl. look, you wanna be the kinda man that gets his girlfriend shot because she can’t think for herself in a think-fast situation? or you wanna be the kinda man that brings her a fuck load of gold n’makes her rich. up to you, boy.” he busies himself with readying his backpack— heading to the door.

when john b finds you, looking guilty in his cap and printed shirt, a look you’d usually wanna be all over if you weren’t so upset — he cups your face, realising you must’ve heard everything.

“look, he’s just… stressed about the gold, okay he— he—”

“i don’t like him, john b.” your lip wobbles, petty and upset from his slander. he sighs, displeased.

“i know, okay. i don’t blame you. but… this is my dad, pup. i can’t please everyone. i just need you to be patient.”

“i have been patient.” he sob, and he pulls you into his chest, shocked because he’s never seen you this upset. “i have—”

“i know, hey, i know. i’m so sorry, baby. gonna figure this whole thing out and come home to you, and when i do — i’m cutting him off okay? unless he apologises, he’s not allowed to be around you anymore.” he promises sincerely and you just nod. you look so tired, tired of everything and his heart sinks.

“okay.”

when he arrives to the twinkie, climbing in the passenger seat he’s furious. so furious he can’t say a word as his father pulls the car out the makeshift drive as john b watches you through the window, curling up miserably on the couch like a sad old dog waiting for death.

“i hope you’re happy.” john b spits. his father barely reacts.

“i will be, once i got a fat golden nugget sittin’ in my palm. you’ll thank me for this one day, john b.”

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[callmewishful]

What if Felix likes sweet little sunshine kids (like Annette, Ashe) because they remind him of himself as a kid?

What if Felix sees his younger self in them; before his brother died, before he had a falling out with Rodrigue, before his life completely fell apart?

What if Felix is nicer and softer with them because he knows the world is cruel and life can change on a dime and doesn’t want to be one more reason for them to turn into himself?

[bellfort3]

ok let's pretend for a second that there's even a chance that was tommy's last death (i'm in denial okay) wouldn't that be so- disappointing?

like the only two other permanent deaths on the server happened when schlatt died surrounded by everyone in the drug van and wilbur had a grand speech and also died infront of everyone in war but tommy's death is just, alone no ones really on, dream kills him and the only actual reaction we get is jack (and i heard apparently ranboo and sam reacted a bit)

like i think it's a really sad ending that would be good for angst but i hope that isn't his last

He can’t have it all. No one can have it all. He won the war but lost the game. You never die because of the wound, you always die because of the complications.

[pastelwitchwritesstuff]

Gray Fullbuster with Kitties

I see a lot of post on Gray having a cat. But I raise you Gray with kittens that's right not one but two kitties.

He finds them a few months after the war against Alvarez.

It's freezing, Gray is on his way to the guild when he hears whimpering. He goes to inspect the where the noise is coming from when he stumbles across a box where the noise is coming from.

Inside he finds two little kittens half frozen.

It's two girls,one has snow white fur with ice blue eyes and the other has soft brown fur with yellow and green eyes.

He doesn't hesitate and quickly scoops them up and running toward the guild.

Lisanna helps Gray with the kittens. Giving him advice on how to care for the kitties.

He inlist Natsu's help to keep the kittens warm while they go and buy the necessities for the kitties.

Once home Gray and Natsu set everything up. Gray decides it would be best if the kittens stay in his room until they are a bit bigger.

Gray names the little ones winter and autumn.

He cares and nurtures them. They grow and never really move out of Gray's bedroom nor off his bed. Winter loves curling up on Gray's chest often purring. While Autumn likes curling up beside him nestling in the blankets.

He doesn't realize it but with the kitties with him at night his nightmares haven't been as bad.

Having the energetic cats around when he's recovering from a mission makes Gray realize how lonely he actually is. It's not like his friends don't visit him. But living alone in almost constant silence all the time left room for his anxieties to plague his mind.

Now with the cats demanding attention and cuddles Gray finds that he's been in a better mood too.

Sometimes when Gray is emotionally drained he'll snuggle with the cats and just talk about how his day was and what made him upset.

Winter and Autumn are so intune with Gray that they can tell when he is about to havr a panic attack

They will both lie down on his chest and start purring until it feels like his entire body is vibrating. He starts relaxing their warmth slowly lulling him to sleep.

Just Gray have cats of his own

[caattoyaki-draws-yes]

26 37 49!!

26. Dogs or cats?

Cogs and dats, I love both. Can't decide because one day I'll be hyperactive af or lazy af.

37. What's your favorite color?

Some other time I'd say red, but today I'd say black. They're equals.

49. Tell us about your childhood

Ha! Bold of you to assume I had one—

But anyways, once upon a time, I was brought into the world by my mom yes. And then there was that one time when I was a brat I pretended to be asleep, and waited for the whole family to go night night and then I sneaked out to the kitchen, grabbed that huge bottle of liquid vitamin c and drank all of it. The next day I got admitted to the hospital for hyperacidity.

Here's another time in my childhood. We went to a river to sack up some sand while my mother would wash clothes by the bank, and then little me went into the river and got caught by a strong current and went floating away, fast. My father had to fucking run ahead of me to catch me by the neck and pull me out. My mom told me this, haha.

I actually almost drowned multiple times in my chilhood, 3 times in the river and two times at sea I think.

My childhood ended, or well, I was forced to end it myself, when I almost got raped. I was 7 when it first happened. Not gonna go into details, but I escaped from the bastard when he unintentionally let my hand go. Never told anyone what happened, not even my parents.

This happened again when I was 9, got out of it with a scratch, luckily. And then another one when I was 10, and it was a neighbor.

I eventually told my mother about it when she confronted me and asking me if there was something wrong. That was 3 years later after the last rape attempt.

Oof this is getting long. Anyways, childhood ended so early for me I only remember the bad things that happened. I forced myself to knowledge that wasn't supposed to be learned at my age. I kept silent. And became very aware of the people around me, body language, gestures, red flags.

I'll stop now.

Thank you for asking @kokokatsworld ♥♥

[justanoutlawfic]

The white elephant kept Lucy and Ella mother & daughter under the curse...but in that world, Ella only got her 2 days a week.

What if Killian hadn’t given it to her and held onto it...but in their world, Tilly had spent most of her life with her mom. She and Rogers barely have a relationship and she resents him for not fighting for her.

[fantasytigeress]

Since you seem to like Bulchi, how about Future Bulma and Future Chi-Chi, specifically?

Not sure if you were looking for my thoughts, or wanted me to write something? So here’s a combination of both, my dear. :)  I honestly love Future Bulma, that’s one of my favorite versions of her. If you add in the possibility of ChiChi surviving too, it makes a quite plausible Bulchi scenario. Everyone around them is dying, their world is crumbling, and they themselves are fighting to survive. I imagine ChiChi has taken up fighting again, though only for the sake of defending Bulma, Trunks, and herself if the androids find them. My goodness, the poor dear would have lost herself when Gohan died. Bulma has to help her keep it together some days. The only thing giving her hope and pushing her forward is the time machine. The possibility that they can go back and stop all of this death and destruction from happening in the first place.ChiChi has such strong caregiver instincts, as defeated as she feels, I can see her pushing it all down to take over managing their basic needs. Giving Bulma all the time she needs to focus on the time machine. She does all the cooking, carefully rationing out what little food they have or can find. She trains with Trunks every day, no matter how little she can help him improve, progress is progress. If Bulma is getting frustrated with her work, she’ll pull her aside, and they’ll tell their favorite stories of days past to help relieve some of the stress.Bulma will do the same when she’s able to pull herself out of the hull of the time machine. At night when they have a little bit of peace, Bulma will pull her aside and hold her while ChiChi lets herself go. She’ll clutch onto Bulma’s jacket with all the force she wished to hold Gohan again with, bury her face in her neck with silent sobs so as not to disturb Trunks - he needs his rest. But her shoulders shake and twitch violently with the force of them, and it’s all Bulma can do not to give into her own. Instead, she holds firm. She strokes her long black locks - or maybe ChiChi cut them off so they wouldn’t get in the way during a fight - and she hold firm. “We’ll get through this, one way or another. We’re already so close.”

[marveling-cg]

If you're still doing these- Can you do 102 for T'Cham?

Oh, I’m definitely still doing these, friend! Thanks for the prompt!

“Because being wanted for crimes against the Accords isn’t enough,” Sam says as he lowers his sidearm. “You’d like to add the murder of a king to my record, too, yeah?”

“You wouldn’t have hit me,” T’Challa says, straightening his dinner jacket and waistcoat. Because scaling Parisian balconies (at least four floors from the ground and five from the ceiling) could be done in formal wear.

Sam reengages the safety on his weapon and tucks it back under the counter.

“I’m a pretty good shot, Puss.”

“And I – I’ve got the reflexes of a cat.” Sam’s head jerks up as he barks out a surprised laugh. But T’Challa’s got his back turned to him, taking in the tiny little apartment serving as Sam’s safe house this week. “And at least nine lives.”

“That’s two cat jokes in a row, Bagheera. You doing ok, man?”

“I cannot think of any birds in Shrek or Jungle Book. Try again.”

Sam blinks. T’Challa rarely allows himself to telegraph emotions. But Sam’s spent enough time with him during their Wakandan visits, enough time after shared missions, to begin deciphering his tells. The tightness of his shoulders, the slight furrow in his brows, the pinch of his lips as he continues to take in the apartment tell Sam enough.

“Don’t want to be alone tonight?” Sam means it to come out lightly, but there’s something in the air that adds weight to it.

“I have been alone all day.”

“That so? Because that press conference with the Prime Minister seemed very private. The tour of the city. The banquet this evening,” Sam smiles.

“As I have said. Completely alone.” And if T’Challa is the king of anything, it’s of breathtakingly intense eye contact.

Sam swallows thickly. He’d left Wakanda for a good number of reasons, this undeniable thing between the nation’s king and himself being one of them.

“You are the only person I wanted to be with tonight.”

“T’Challa.”

There must be something in Sam’s tone because Sam can visibly see how T’Challa’s guard goes back up - his eyes and posture suddenly shuttered where they’d been so open before.

“Forgive me. You’re right. I shouldn’t have come.”

But Sam’s hopped over the couch and grabbed T’Challa’s arm before he can reach the balcony doors.

“T, it’s not that I don’t want you here. It’s just –”

“This is a lot.” And no smile should ever look so sad. “Believe me, I know. You have no obligation to me, Sam.”

“This isn’t about obligation, dammit. I’m not the type to be obliged. I just – I don’t have much to offer these days,” he says gesturing to the apartment, its emptiness a surprisingly accurate metaphor for his everything right now.

T’Challa steps closer, bringing a warm, firm hand to cup Sam’s cheek. His thumb brushes smoothly across Sam’s bottom lip.

“You once offered me solace.”

And Sam’s immediately thrust back into the memory of that other safe house forever ago where everything seemed to have conspired against him making good on that promise.

“I assure you, Samuel, you are more than enough.”

T’Challa’s kiss is breathtakingly soft. A question.

“You can take whatever you want,” Sam answers, pressing the truth of it back into T’Challa’s kiss.

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