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hoofpeet · 1 year
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What would ingo’s wolfsona(?) look like? (for the AU where he died) (to clarify)
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I think he looks like one of those really ratty and constantly anxious small dogs like. He's never been a zoroark before so he has no idea how to groom himself and looks like a drowned rat 24/7
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arcanespillo · 6 months
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it says that ur into poetry in ur bio and thats so cool!!! i like poetry as well and am taking it as an elective at uni but i am actually not too good with poets so was wondering if you had any favourite poets? if not thats totally fine. maybe poetry recs? thanks ☆
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i'm not the river / nox by anne carson is tricky to find but there's a fragment here / PORTRAIT OF THE ALCOHOLIC WITH WITHDRAWAL / A BOY STEPS INTO THE WATER / SOME BOYS AREN’T BORN THEY BUBBLE / Thirstiness is Not Equal Division / EVERYTHING THAT MOVES IS ALIVE AND A THREAT–A REMINDER / A Man Said to the Universe / The Worm King’s Lullaby / Cortège / the triumph of achilles by louise gluck / the reticent volcano keeps by emily dickinson / the mirror by louise gluck / i go down the shore / the arrowhead / Brother / My Brother at 3 A.M / I would I might forget that I am I / the second elegy / stripped car / The Saints Come Marching In by Anne Sexton, How to Be a Dog by Andrew Kane, Angel of Hope and Calendars by Anne Sexton / I Remember / WHAT THE BIRD WITH THE HUMAN HEAD KNEW / THE TRUTH THE DEAD KNOW / In The Deep Museum / Lament / The Starry Night / A Curse Against Elegies / jesus suckles / start here / march is march / a bad day by mary oliver / Portrait of the Illness as Nightmare / lord knows / Town of Finding Out About the Love of God / fragments from Avalon Revisited (1963) by Margaret Atwood / from crush by richard siken 'the torn up road', from war of the foxes 'landscape with fruit rot and millipede', 'birds over the trampled field', 'the museum', 'self portrait against red wallpaper'/ from louise gluck's the wild iris 'clear morning' 'spring snow' 'scilla' 'the hawthorn tree' 'april' 'the jacob's ladder' 'matins' 'song' 'vespers' 'harvest' 'retreating light' 'lullaby' 'the gold lily' / from her vita nova 'the open grave' 'roman study' 'timor mortis' 'castile' 'mutable earth' 'inferno' / from faithful and virtuous night 'aboriginal landscape' 'utopia' 'the melancholy assistant' 'a foreshortened journey' 'the horse and the rider' / from meadowlands 'parable of the king' 'moonless night' 'departure' 'rainy morning' 'telemachus' guilt' 'meadowlands I' 'telemachus' kindness' 'parable of the dove' 'purple bathing suit' / from firstborn 'the cripple in the subway' 'seconds' 'letter from provence' 'firstborn' / from the house on marshland 'the pond' 'gratitude' 'abishag' 'the fire' / from descending figure 'the garden (2)' 'origins (4)' 'thanksgiving', from the triumph of achilles 'exile' 'seated figure' 'liberation' 'adult grief' 'horse'/ apostle town / the town of the sound of a twig breaking / strawberry moon by matthew dickman / the wolf god / this poem by mark bibbins (another year on the day/ of class photos/ i scratched at my face/ with a sharpened popsicle stick/ no blood just a few pink lines/ that didn't read/ what else./ i wanted a cast on my leg/i wanted braces and glasses/and my tonsils out/i wanted scars/i don't know when or whether i figured out the difference between wanting to be damaged and wanting to be healed) / ancient text by louise gluck
books
short talks by anne carson, waiting for god by simone weil, blue horses by mary oliver, dog songs poems by mary oliver, men in the off hours by anne carson, trances of the blast by mary ruefle, autobiography of red, red doc and norma jeane baker of troy by anne carson, richard siken and ocean vuong's books are famous honestly but try to read their stuff if you haven't checked them out yet (i don't like ocean vuong but i did like some bits of his first book) and also i suggest reading 'the journal of albion moonlight' if you find yourself particularly liking red doc, i hope you were not expecting old poetry because that really isn't really in my ropes
this is what i have noted on my journal :p if you can't find some stuff dm me but you can search for most poetry books on archive.org and it's free and legal
+ poems by Margaret Atwood ! i forgot, like this one
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neffalo · 7 months
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I love you werewolf aus, you're so silly to me
Anyways, I'm thinking about doing one for the 141, but it's just the werecreature type that changed my life when I used Wattpad back when I was 12. I'm tired and I've been listening to a mix of the Stick Season album and the sped up version of Cupid for the past few hours, so I have no idea if anything will be understandable.
No lore, just thoughts
I am open to suggestions
Soap is 100% the main reason why it's creatures and not just wolves. I think constantly about how much this man just doesn't like dogs, and I think it'd be funny if he was some werecat in a majority canidae team. I'm a little torn on the specific cat. I decided mostly on a cougar, but it'd be so funny to have him be a Scottish wildcat, since those are just slightly bigger tabby cats. Maybe '09 Soap as a cougar and then '22 Soap as a Scottish wildcat, but cougar Soap come home.
Ghost pretty much hit out of the park with a wolf I think, but maybe I'm still going through that phase. I do think a wolf dog of some type could also be good too. I have no idea how the whole genetic structure works for this, so I'm just making things up because I'm not ready to get into dominant and recessive genes again. Anyway, definitely a wolf dog. Husky wolf dog Ghost with the most ear piercing howl imaginable.
Roach is something. Roach is definitely something. I've mainly been thinking between either a jackal, coyote, or (maybe) a fox. The world is my oyster, so I could make a hybrid of course - like a fox/jackal sort of thing? Even if that couldn't realistically exist, but he's the silly guy. He can have fun.
Gaz is a coyote in my head, or a dingo. I have not been keeping their nationalities in mind while doing this, but something about Gaz just yells Australian to me. I know he's not, but I took one look at that man and there were dots that connected.
Price's muttonchops have ensnared and bewitched me, and that's why my first thought was some type of lion. I feel like he prowls. A bear would also work, and might wind up being what I go with.
Laswell could be a lynx, or she could be a caracal, BUT she could also be a housecat and that is objectively better. There's no other comments I could make, I think Laswell is a house cat. Probably a British shorthair or a ragdoll.
I want to do more characters, but I need to refresh myself with who they are as people.
+ quick doodle where I tried to remember how to draw literally everything
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Mini story idea / Headcannon
Arthur rises from the dead today and he and Merlin have to decide if they are going to challenge Charles III for the throne
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This is such a fun idea and I'm going to make it fluffy cracky lol :D
I mean... I imagine if anyone were to, in the modern world, somehow break into Buckingham Palace/Windsor/wherever and claim to be the real King Arthur back to take his throne, they would immediately, and very quietly, be sectioned. Even if they had a convincing/genuine medieval sword/armour/etc, then... it's not like anyone would believe them?? Even if Arthur managed to get super up to date on the modern world, he'd still be no match for a bunch of security agents, soldiers, Beefeaters, etc, who would tackle him to the floor rather viciously if he got anywhere near any of the Royal Family.
Plus... Britain isn't split up the same way as it was before; England wasn't England back then, Wales wasn't Wales back then, etc. So what would Arthur actually be claiming? Camelot doesn't exist anymore, the world as he knew doesn't exist anymore. That's completely ignoring the fact that Parliament, the UN, NATO, the Geneva Convention, etc all exist now. Huge governing bodies/laws that sort of... supersede the throne? Like yeah, the monarchy has a lot of money and power, but it's not like they can declare war out of the blue, or have complete financial control over the country, or force people to work in their households. Even on the off chance Merlin and Arthur could somehow convince the general public that they were legit... what's next?? Certain countries would call England/Britain crazy and use it as an excuse to invade/takeover, they'd be overruled, not to speak of the fact that the Royal Family kind of has a cult following, and anyone who ousted them, no matter how deserving, would be loathed world-wide.
I feel like they don't even question it, they don't even consider mounting some sort of coup, because the world is just not the same and it wouldn't achieve anything. Instead, they go for The Old Guard/Six Underground sort of thing (if you haven't seen them, they're on Netflix, watch immediately, they're some of my fave movies ever), in that they keep it super low-key whilst they save the world. They go to war-torn territories and help out before disappearing, mysteriously enough with no one remembering quite what their names/faces were. They find the most evil motherucker they can, and they deal with them, with barely anyone the wiser. But between that, between saving the world, they just... exist. Merlin takes Arthur all over the world to show him his favourite places, food, monuments, hotels, people, sunsets. They grow veg in their garden and they have dogs and cats and birds and squirrels and foxes. Merlin talks Arthur through every single antique he has in his collection and they just... live, you know??
Arthur loved his kingdom, he loved his people, and he loved serving them, but his kingdom, his people, the need for his servitude, is all gone now. So he gets to just... be a person. Just a person, no more important than anyone else. I honestly believe that that's all he's ever wanted. The amount of love and respect Arthur had for his Kingdom... I think it crippled him, in the end, because he very rarely got to grow in the way he deserved to grow, and he very rarely got what he deserved. It's that horrible paradox of, if he weren't a King, he'd have made a wonderful King, but being a King, made he less aware of what needed to be done as King. If that makes any sense at all. Let me know😅
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Anyway anon, I hope this entertained you and made sense lol!! :D
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mlmxreader · 1 year
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The End of War | Kim Horangi Hong-jin x m!reader
Anonymous asked: "I'm in pain" "Please just leave me" "Just for one more day" "Hold me" "Come back here"
If you're in the mood for angst, this would be very ouchie with Horangi
summary: it all goes so terribly, terribly wrong and not even Horangi can pull you back.
tws: depictions of war and death, injury detail, trauma caused by war, survivor's guilt
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November eleventh, a score to settle and a mission to finish; half of the dead had been alone when they perished, and when you stood on the scarred and barren battlefield, you could still hear the gunfire ringing in your ears. The ground still shook with the mortars and grenades despite the fact that nobody was left. The taste of sand clung to your tongue, your mouth felt coarse and dry. Dust was still blowing in the winds with the ashes of buildings that had been torn and broken during the fight.
Morning broke just a few hours ago, but you still felt as if you had been in the shadows, as if the moon was still above you and keeping a close eye on the fight; nobody came for you, even when evac had been requested before the fight had broken out. You were all alone, and as you looked at the remaining men from your battalion, all you could feel was guilt; your chest right and your breath shallow.
They were broken and bloody. Gunshot wounds, stab wounds, cracked bones. The ashes and dust and sand had gotten in so many gashes that it wouldn't shock you if gangrene were to break out; you tried to swallow, but sand still clung to your tongue, and even licking your lips felt like rubbing sandpaper against them. You dropped to your knees with your helmet in your hands, and hung your head in shame; you couldn't look at them. Look upon the wounds you had given them. It was all your fault.
You were the one to walk right into the ambush. You lead those men to their death, and now you would have to explain to their families and friends that it was you who had killed them; you had brought them to the slaughter, you might as well have shot them yourself. You dropped your helmet, didn't even care about how it kicked up a cloud of pale yellow dust as it rolled on the ground for a moment.
Your vision became blurry, wet spots between your legs that splashed against the sand and made it turn dark and thicker; choked sounds leaving the back of your coarse throat that made your chest itch and ache. Something was against your shoulder, but you couldn't bring yourself to look up.
"Naekkeo."
You couldn't bring yourself to look. An eerie silence across the battlefield, still able to hear the whispers of the dying crying out for their mothers and fathers. Begging to die quickly. A shadow came to your side, and a gloved hand fell upon your thigh.
You were going to have to bury your friends, and for what?
They had been your brothers, your friends, yet your war would end when you went home; theirs would never. They would never know the gentle kiss of peace, would never hear pigeons coo in the morning or foxes scream at night; would never again hold their babies or give their dogs a scratch behind the ears. They would never see sunset or sunrise, never gaze upon the mountains or get lost in the woods.
Their blood would rest on the battlefield, yet they would never know peace.
"Talk to me," the shadow grumbled. "Please."
What could you say?
They were soldiers, they were young, and now their blood would make poppies grow; you couldn't bring them back, even if you tried. They had died alongside their brothers, but had been alone in their final moments; they would be buried in shallow graves, forgotten to the world the moment that they returned home. They would never know peace.
What could you possibly say?
"C'mon," he begged. "It's me. Hong-jin."
He sounded like his voice was breaking, and although you never drew your gaze up, you did not miss that he had removed his helmet and set it down beside yours; it kicked up a little more dust that soon settled.
"Please," he gently nudged you. "Speak to me."
"Please just leave me," your voice came out more hoarse than you were expecting, raw from screaming orders and begging for your men to take cover, to run away.
"I can't do that," he murmured. "I said I'd always be there for you. I'm not going anywhere without you."
You shook your head, a few more splashes landed between your legs but one managed to catch the very dip of his finger, making the dark black glove shine.
"Are you hurt?" He asked softly.
"I'm in pain," you choked out. "But not hurt."
He nodded, getting up for a moment and leaving you; you could hear his conversation, but couldn't focus too much. Not when you knew that you had the blood of your own men on your hands.
"Horangi," König kept his voice relatively quiet, "is he okay?"
"No," Horangi replied, "just... give us a while? I'll bring him back when he's ready."
"Ja," König agreed. "Natürlich... take your time."
The dirt and sand crunched and shuffled, but you still didn't look up; even when Horangi came to your side again, playing his hand on your thigh, you said nothing and didn't think about moving. You should have been the one killed, not them.
It should have been you.
There was some shuffling about, dust made your blurred vision turn slightly yellow, and you could feel yourself being pulled; your forehead made contact with a vest, and your hands were squashed against something hard. Legs spread and something, someone, between them.
Horangi held you on his lap, straddling him as he kept one hand at the small of your back, the other between your shoulder blades; he was rocking back and forth ever so slowly.
"I've got you," he murmured. "I've got you, naekkeo. I've got you."
Slowly, you grabbed the front of his vest, pressing your forehead just below his throat as you soaked the black material; it should have been you. You should have been the one to perish, not them. No one should have died like that.
"Hold me," your voice was so broken, it sounded so hoarse and as if you had had sandpaper stuffed down your throat. "Don't go."
"I'm not going anywhere," Horangi told you, swallowing thickly. "It's all over now. I've got you... I'm not going anywhere."
"Make it go away," you whimpered so pitifully. "Just for one more day, make it all go away, please."
He clenched his jaw. "I wish I could... but come back here, please, come back to me. Please."
You shook your head. "I don't want to leave them..."
Horangi took a look around for a moment, then swallowed thickly as he nodded. "I'll wait with you."
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flyrobinflyy · 21 days
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hi! i'm asking for elaboration on what dog jason todd would be if you're willing :)
(i'm also violently asexual)
tw for hunting and that type of stuff
hi!! yess!! buckle up 🫡 my credentials are being someone that’s been obsessed with dogs ever since they were very little
going under the cut because i blabbed a lot more than originally intended
jagdterriers are bred to hunt basically anything, originally for (mostly) smaller things underground but nowadays a lot of people use them for boars, coyotes, foxes, etc (wild boars are surprisingly dangerous, which is kind of funny to think about). this comes back up further down with an actual tie to his character i promise
they’re actually pretty small, like 20ish pounds as adults — and yes yes yes i know jason came back from the dead built like a brick but! he also, like, conditions and exercises to stay that way and properly worked jagds are also built like bricks (plus the whole being a terrier thing works in their favor). the standard for the breed describes them as well built and robust, too
the tenacity is absolutely off the walls, especially when it comes to something that they set their mind to (aka hunting/their job). like, they’ll allow themselves to be torn to shreds if it means they get to do what they want to do/what they were made for. this is pretty much shared by all the bats, as they’re all pretty covered in scars, but bro literally came back from the dead with a mission 😭 jagds are also clearly filled to the brim with energy, athleticism, and drive
in most cases, they don’t play well with others at all. which, yes, bruce has eight hundred other children and in current comics jason is on a lot better terms with most of them. buttt, it’s pretty hard to ignore titans tower and every other time that similar things happened.
‘jasons been with the outlaws and works along side the bats’: in situations where they are hunting and actually working, it’s not rare for them to be in a group in order to successfully complete whatever they’re doing. (aka, working together with the outlaws or the bats or whomever to take down larger villains)
and, just like every other genetically prone to aggression breed, they don’t always start that way and it’s rather something that is developed over time/as maturity occurs. choosing to tie this into jasons differences pre and post pit
with proper introductions, stimulation, fulfillment, etc they can be decent family dogs in some circumstances. which also ties back to working alongside the bats i guess? but also all of the other times that theres swapping between him despising them and referring to them as family members
i know a chunk of the ‘red hood protects kids’ is fanon but, (once again) in select situations, they can be pretty alright with kids. protective nature is also kind of a given with all the stuff already covered too lol
bonus: they can have some pretty silly hair and the breed standard allows for a small amount of white (going along with jasons white strip perfectly 😌)
i totally see the comparison to an am. pit bull terrier (the breed most people ive seen compare him to) as well, as they share a good chunk of these traits, but. ya know.
(asexuals unite!)
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grendraws · 1 year
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So, by now, I hope you all have seen my little mascot, my little “me as an Opossum” Gren. As much as I looove that character, they don’t really encompass all facets of me. So I decided, let’s make another to fill in the gaps. Naturally, as some of you may have expected, I went with a werewolf, and named them “Gren-del” yes, like the monster from Beowulf. I have my dear friend Cass to thank for that idea.
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So, the design process begins. I knew I didn't want to go with a classic werewolf. Wolves are… gosh I may get flack for this but I think they are overrated. As much as I am a cat person, that also didn’t quite feel right either, so I started digging into obscure canids. I ended up finding the dhole, also known as the asiatic wild dog. They are very social and very intelligent, brave as hell (these guys routinely take on tigers and leopards). The animal's fearsome reputation in India is reflected by the number of pejorative names it possesses in Hindi, which variously translate as "red devil", "devil dog", "jungle devil", or "hound of Kali".
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That last part spoke to me. Most canids have relatively positive associations, wolves for their family lives, dogs for their loyalty, foxes for their cunning. Dholes, however, don't possess those connotations, and that really struck me. They have such a reputation, when in reality, they are intelligent, cooperative, and lax in social structure when compared to wolves. They’re misunderstood. I’ve always felt that way, ever since I was a kid. I’ve always loved outcasts and misfits. So why not be one through art? Heck, I'm already an opossum!
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So I started doodling. I wanted to familiarize myself with the dhole’s shapes, so I did a page of small studies to get used to their shapes. They have these lovely high cheekbones, convex profiles, and gigantic round ears. Typically they are a rich rust color, with northern subspecies exhibiting thick coats accented with white on their throats and jawlines. I decided to go with different colors, those of an isabella coloured dog with silvery eyes and a white star marking on the forehead. It’s just ethereal enough to let the weredhole look like a ghost in the night without going standard “white”.
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They’re also a bit on the slender side, and lack an undercoat (which means they’re literally always cold. Someone get them a sweater). They also have a raggedy ruff of fur around their neck, face, and shoulders which is often tangled and a bit messy.
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But why a were-creature in the first place? Well, I've always felt torn between two worlds, the world of external expectations and the world of internal happiness. Along with that, I am a naturally mercurial person due to some trauma in my background and I have a tendency to be spicy or snappy, as much as I wish I didn’t have that tendency, it’s something i'm working on, but it will likely persist for my whole life in some way, shape, or form. It’s during these times of irritability and unkindness that I often feel like a monster. Afterward, the shame kicks in and I feel so… so horribly ashamed and embarrassed by my own behavior. That really feels like something monstrous to me. I hope that makes sense. I feel like a monster so so so often. Honestly, it’s a really hard thing to work through. I’ve hurt people. I have hurt some of the people I love most in this world, and I find it very difficult to forgive myself for that.
Gren-del is my ghost. They will follow me for the rest of my life, they terrify me, but I seek to understand them. Our lives are full of ghosts, whether that’s regrets we have or memories or grief or shame or guilt.
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"Horror is a shrine to imperfection. It tells you its okay to be a monster. We are all monsters at the end of the day. Can we live with that?"- Guillermo Del Toro
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tackety-tack-tack · 3 months
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So I hate to say this, because it means I have to go back and fix the intro post for soulcasters as well as a bunch of casual worldbuilding, but I honestly think I don't want them to be serpents anymore.
The more I got into it, the more it doesn't make sense for a snake-based fantasy people to prefer the cold and the dark. That's not how reptiles work.
I kind of like the idea of making them "canids" instead. Or Vulpes? Makes much more sense for people who live in the cold, and still has sinister connotations for an avian-based people. Plus I get to give them fluffy ears now instead of homestuck fins.
Now I'm torn between making them fox-based (which would fit their reputation for cleverness and curiosity, and very much preserve their sinister connotations) or dogs (which would bring interesting ideas of loyalty into the wip that are already alluded to, and "canids" is a nice and short collective noun like "avians").
Honestly, I want to make them foxes but I have no idea what to call them collectively. "Vulpes" is the scientific name for the group but it doesn't roll off the tongue like Avians. And I already named the mounts "serpents" use canids because they are giant wolves.
Maybe I'm overthinking it, and I should just call them foxes?
I'll think about it and come back to this. And fix that post. Ugh.
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artemispanthar · 2 years
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I still think about my Better Call Saul animal headcanons from like two years ago(this post and this post) and in case y'all were wondering, Chuck is a badger, Howard is a yellow lab/golden retriever, and Lalo is a tiger. I feel like Nacho and Mike are also dogs but I haven't pinned down the breeds yet.
EDIT: I'm torn between Gus being a fox or a coati
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troutfur · 1 year
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Man, now I WISH Bonefall's evil Thornclaw was cannon, cause I would love the dynamics of Fern and Cloud having to live with their brother being torn apart in front of them, or them seeing his body when it's found or brought back. Just....ugh.
Birchfall and his surviving siblings dealing with their Uncle's death, and in Birchfall's case, his mentor's death, and going off of Bonefall's Evil!Thornclaw and having Ash be an better mentor to Lion, Fern and Cloud begging Birch and Lion not to use the dog fighting moves Ash thought them.
Ohhh Lion, Birch, White, Ice and Fox going out after the dogs and killing them, bringing back bits of fur or their collars to Ashfur's grave.
I have to say, I'm running out of commentary to add to your asks, but rest assured I'm loving where your brain is going with this. And I love the thought that the dog fighting moves Fern, Cloud, and Ash developed would get to live on in his apprentices. I'm just imagining a very close kinship between all of these characters and it's absolutely fantastic.
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rbelle310 · 1 year
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Sakuatsu AU Warning: Supernatural elements
Grandmother Miya passes away. She was a renowned Izuna-tsukai and now her kuda-gitsune, Omi, must select a new host.
Everyone thinks it will be one of the twins, but neither of them appear to exhibit the signs of a Kitsune-tsuki.
At least at first, but one day while out on a run, Osamu crosses paths with a stray dog and freaks out. He screams ferally and hissing and spitting in such a way that onlookers think he's gone absolutely mad.
The main family is thrilled, they were worried that the Izuna had moved on to a distant branch family member. Atsumu is relieved, he didn't want anything to do with all this superstitious fox-possession crap. But...
He's been having dreams from when they were children, of another little boy who used to play with them. A small pale boy in a kimono with dark and curly hair. He puts it down to grief, since obaa-chan hasn't been dead that long and he's been reminiscing too much.
The dreams go on for weeks and things start to take a skin crawling turn. His brother, now ensconced in the shrine occasionally goes into fits. He stares through the walls and screams at the main house, yowling like an animal fighting over territory.
Atsumu feels like he's being watched, all the time and not because of the Kitsune now latched on to Osamu. The sensation follows him when he's outside sweeping the yard, when he goes to school, when he's on a date.
It's worse on the date, and it ends so badly he knows she'll never call him again. He goes home dejected and frustrated. Just as he steps through the front gate, a tall shadow looms over him and shoves him against a pillar.
"What are you doing at a time like this?" growls a low voice in his ear.
"What the f-" Atsumu starts to curse, but it dies on his tongue as he sees an imposing man with curly black hair standing over him. "Who are you?"
The man frowns even deeper, his brows knitting together in a way that makes the two moles on his forehead wriggle.
"The question you should be asking is who is that?" he spits, pointing at the shrine.
"What... What do you mean?" asks Atsumu.
"I mean, who is sitting in my seat! Idiot!"
"It's Samu! Samu's the Izuna-tsukai now!"
There appears to be some sort of miscommunication because the two moles do another wiggling sort of dance before the man grabs Atsumu with surprising strength and drags him towards the shrine.
He yanks the *locked* door off its hinges and points at Osamu who's hunched up and keening between bared teeth. It's the first time Atsumu has seen his twin in weeks and he... looks wrong. Obaa-chan was never like this, she never seemed any different from a normal human.
Osamu looks positively wild, there are food stains on his hands and whatever clothes they tried to put on him have been torn off. The stranger growls, clicking his tongue as he approaches Atsumu's twin.
"Get out." he warns, but then flings out a hand pre-emptively to stop Atsumu from leaving. "Not you."
But Atsumu wasn't going anywhere, he's equal parts terrified and worried for his brother.
Osamu pants heavily, still staring defiantly up at the stranger as he approaches.
Inky black eyes meet feral grey.
Osamu is sweating profusely, but he bares his teeth in a lazy smile that doesn't match the wildness of his dilated pupils. When he finally speaks, to Atsumu's horror, it's with the voice of another stranger.
"I'm not going anywhere, Ki-yo-omi."
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silentxxsoul · 1 year
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The ‘please let Maddie have a no traumatic storyline after tonight pls I beg you take her and Chim and Jee to Disney’ reaction dump:
When I was setting this up I almost accidentally posted it and man would y’all have been hella confused 😂
For real though can we stop trauma dumping on that poor woman? Let her breatheeeeee
I want a Buckley-Han family vacation 😤
Also my fantasy football team was ass and I lost so incredibly poorly that I don’t even need to subject myself to another week of the broncos 😷
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Charlotte what are you doing stay hidden they’re literally trying to break in!!!!
Also dispatcher Josh is baaaaack. Still got my eye on you tho 🤨 don’t think I forgot about Claudette and May
HER PELVIS ?????????
BROOOOOO NO
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Detective Buckley with his drill lmao
a fucking raccoon of all things
JEEEEEEEEEE !!!!!!
SAYING BYE BYE 🥺🥺🥺
Nah I'm convinced she's got them bugged
LISTEN TO LINDA SHE KNOWS BEST
Athena's allergic to Hoover, isn't she ahahahaaha
PETTITION FOR BUCKLEY-DIAZ FAMILY PET PLS
PLS FOX I NEED THIS
THEY ALSO NEED THIS
BUT MOSTLY ME
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Sue ♥♥♥
Robert Nash!! I know you didn't just use Denny to get Hen to take that dog lmao
He looked far too happy to say "yes it is!"
Is this how she finds out about the dog because that's going to be pretty funny ngl
Oh actually this is a hell of a lot funnier
Karen's going to be calling Bobby again, isn't she lmao
I really hope this isn't Noah - like, it would be a little lazy to reuse the 'new guy' angle but also its too blatantly obvious that they want us to think it's him.
OOOOh.
Wait.
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What if--whatttt if it's the guy from the fire? The IT fella ?? idk how he'd get Maddie's info but maybe he chose one at random?
Maybe? No?? Definitely no.
I just don't want it to be Noah :(
Oh hell no--you're a nanny not marie kondo and you as sure as shit aren't ordering me around my own house
The man was too stunned to speak
Well he's for sure in on it
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Dude she's putting on a clinic and I love it, guilting the fuck outta him
Its a little late bud
This is shitty all the way around
I hate it :((((((((((((((
Like I see why, but still makes me hella sad for him
Hen is a blanket hog I see
Oh hoover lmao nooooooooooooo
YES
YES DIAZ FAMILY DOG
YES
WE NEVER LOSE
ACTUALLY WE DO LMAOOOOOOO
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The noise complaint hahaaaa
Hen rocking it I love it ahhhhh
low key they owe us a damn Diaz family dog
I AM FEASTING ON THIS HENREN CONTENT GIMME MORE
ALSO STAN A SUPPORTIVE EDDIE WHO WILL HYPE YOU UP
AND STAN A SENTIMENTAL BFF OUT OF CHIM
AND CRY A LITTLE WITH A SAD SETIMENTAL BUCK
also, yes that's all in caps but I was typing and watching and didn't realize that I'd hit caps whoops
She's not going to go through with it, is she? Between looking a little torn and next week having to save Karen and Denny -- I think she's going to play the what-if game, like what if she wasn't there to save them?
Also, feed me all the fucking Dad!Chimney content
BROOOOOOO GIVE ME A SPOILER ALERT FOR THAT 🥵
It should be illegal to look that good in sunglasses
I'm biting my gd nails over next week I'm ready but I'm not ready
NO I CANNOT HANDLE
NO
MOTHER FUCKER NO
CANNOT
WILL NOT
SURVIVE
FOX
I SWEAR TO GOD
I WILL POST UP
IN FRONT OF YOUR STUDIO
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playing favorites
tagged by @mrdekarios ^-^ tagging whoever wishes to share!!
answers + template below
movie: i have so many!!!! but howl's has always been my comfort movie and the one i go to when i need a pick-me-up. i remember it was forever saved in our dvr growing up until i got it on dvd.
hobby: ttrpgs!! i'm only actively playing in one at the moment which makes me sad, but it's genuinely a hobby that changed my life. i became a much more confident person after playing in my first game and have made a lot of friends through it. i also like the idea of running games and have so many settings and systems i want to try/have dabbled in, but my brain makes it hard for me to be consistent. (rip my vtm game and my outbreak undead game and my delta green game and my tales from the loop game.......)
animal: i'm a wildlife biologist. i have so many favorite animals. but california condors... my giant, beautiful, hideous, imperiled dinosaurs. i would die if i ever got to see one in the wild. OR WORK WITH ONE???? i love them so much. i have a research presentation with sources. i will talk about them forever. (green herons, turkey vultures, and colugos were all close runners ups)
character: i was gonna say my wizard love, gale dekarios, as he is my current hyperfixation. but if we're going with "of all time," it's easily fox mulder. to where i briefly considered changing my name to fox.
color: basic biologist answer, but green! olive green is my favorite of the shades, but i love almost all green.
place: i am a texan, through and through. i love my state even if she doesn't love me, and nowhere holds my heart quite like the deserts of west texas. i'm a desert rat and love all of the south west, but the trans-pecos is near and dear to me.
season: texas doesn't really have seasons as it were... but the transitory ones are my favorite. it's not so mind-numbingly hot, or bone-chillingly cold (not that that's really a thing but ya know). there's all the color changes. lots of rain. i was torn between spring and autumn, but spring has tornados, so autumn won.
album: a very hard question!!!! music is so important to me and has been since i was a pre-teen. there are a lot of albums i could have put here, from when i was an emo-tween to my current more country-folk-aligned preferences... but i think every song on shepherd's dog hits me deep in my soul. it feels like home. resurrection fern is my favorite song.
food: another very hard question!!!! i'm such a foodie. i love all food. i was going to take the easy way out and just put "lebanese food," but my fond memories of my first time having knafeh won out. it helps that it's also delicious and i get so excited when i can find a place here that serves it. esp when they use the birds nest style phyllo!!
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toaster-cat8 · 6 months
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The Lab Rats™️
TL;DR:
Zephy is outgoing and the 1st victim
Draumr is the main character and villain
Cerulean is Zephy's dog that is still sour towards Draumr
Cookie is Zephy's cat turned kitty-dog that loves everyone and has a crush on Cerulean
Declipton is Draumr's assistant who just loves to help
Jekyll is Draumr's inner demon that is the main villain
Shredder is Draumr's older brother that loves to tease them
Hyde is Shredder's inner demon that controls him to do things he doesn't want to do. He is also Jekyll's older brother that treats him the same way Shredder treats Draumr.
Susie is Shredder's only friend who was also almost killed by him. She is very sweet with a quiet and clam voice.
Dorë is one of Draumr's experiments with no prior interaction with the rest of the group. He is the younger brother of Xylen and has a head for a hand.
Xylen and Toka is Dorë's older brother and also had no prior interaction with the group. The tail is Toka and it is very dimwitted.
Atreyu is the most dangerous experiment in the lab. He's very angry and feisty and the only interaction allowed with him his through a separate room with a little space for nutrients to be delivered to him.
The Lab Rats™ is a group of my fursonas that are all a part of the same storyline. I currently have 2 in the making, this being one of them. The other one is a Mandela Catalogue AU titled Mandela Experiments AU (I love the mad scientist aesthetic). I will post about the AU later when I create the official character designs.
I feel like it is necessary for me to post an introduction on them all (there's 12 total)
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Zephaniah (Zephy) - 6'3" - She/her or they/them- Bisexual
Zephy is an outgoing fox-dragon hybrid with a heavy southern accent (bc she was my 1st ever character and I'm southern). She was originally a red fox with a normal fox appearance before Draumr (next) lost his mind and injected her with a concoction made from his own blood.
She was afraid of Draumr for a while after that, but she is very forgiving and mended their relationship. They still go on mini date nights after everything that has happened, but they always have a 3rd wheel...
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Draumr - 5'10" - they/them or he/him (friends only) - Pansexual
Draumr is the main character of the series, and the villain as well. I didn't put him 1st because this was my 2nd fursona. He is a Dutch Angel Dragon mad scientist with extreme separation anxiety. Anytime he is separated from Zephy, Shredder (his brother), or Declipton (his "partner in crime") for an extended amount of time, they will lose their mind and start ripping parts of their body out (like his feathers).
This anxiety is what caused them to go mad and start their experiments on other innocent people of their small town. During their 1st one (Zephy), their eye was torn out by her. They liked the way it looked, so they never fixed it.
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Cerulean - 3'9" - he/they/it - Bisexual
Cerulean is Zephy's dog turned into a monster. He isn't the most loving creature, only showing affection to Zephy, Declipton, and Susie. It absolutely LOATHES Cookie and its a surprise they haven't killed them yet.
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Cookie - 4'0" - they/it - Pansexual
Cookie is Zephy's cat that got turned into a kitty-dog by Draumr. They are very forgiving, more so than Zephy, and they love everyone, whether they are loved back or not. This causes some trouble between it and Cerulean because it is a one-sided pining relationship.
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Declipton - 7'3" - they/them - Pansexual
Declipton is a protogen that loves to help out Draumr in whatever way they can. They have no sense of right from wrong, which is why they're so happy committing literal crimes for the dutchie.
They are essentially the villain's henchman of the story.
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Jekyll - 6'0" - he/they/it - Bisexual
Jekyll is a Sweetdevil that has taken control of Draumr and is one of the main antagonists of the story. He uses his hypnotic eyes to take control of the dutchie. Its like his anger relief because he has Hyde to deal with.
He and Hyde have a very common brotherly relationship. Hyde likes to mess with Jekyll because Jekyll is too physically weak to take his brother on. But he is victorious when it comes to brains as he is incredibly intelligent and can easily overpower the stronger demon with any critical thinking.
Jekyll is made of that of a Reese's cup. Their entire body is edible aside from the eyes which will not regenerate as fast if eaten. Every part of his body is either chocolate or peanut butter, meaning anyone with a severe peanut allergy will have a reaction if nearby him despite the fact they will not be able to see him (only Draumr, Hyde, and Zephy can see him).
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Shredder - 6'3" - he/him or they/them - Gay
Shredder is Draumr's older brother and host for Hyde. He treats Draumr rather harsh, typically making his insanity worse.
He does have 1 friend and that's Susie. Even after Hyde manipulated him to rip her arm off with his teeth, they still remain friends, although Shredder mostly hides away in guilt. He sometimes vents to Atreyu, even if the fox couldn't care less what he has to say.
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Hyde - 6'10" - he/they/it - Gay
Hyde is the Sweetdevil possessing Shredder and Jekyll's older brother. He is very brutal and has absolutely no morals or care for anyone other than himself. He uses Shredder to inflict pain and torment on the entire group aside from Jekyll, which he could torment himself.
His body consists of that of a Milky Way bar except for his eyes which are not edible. Yes, both he and Jekyll are made of candy as it is a species rule. His entire body is either chocolate or caramel and he can only be seen by Shredder and Jekyll.
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Susie - 5'5" - she/her - Pansexual
Susie is Shredder's best friend, despite the fact he ripped her arm off. The reason she hasn't bled out is because Draumr and Jekyll both took pity on her because they knew it was caused by their older brothers, so the 2 decided to inject her with a specially made concoction that Draumr made just for her to help keep the blood from oozing out.
Despite the fact she is missing an arm, she is one of the only ones that ever leave the lab (Declipton being the other one). She just wraps her arm up and leaves to keep people from asking how she isn't dead. Because even though she knows what Draumr is doing is wrong, she knows he's not in control of his actions. She just doesn't know why he's doing what he's doing.
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Dorë - 5'10" - he/they/it - Pansexual
Dorë is one of the few experiments that doesn't have any relation to anyone else in the group other than his brother, who was also an experiment. He was abducted by Declipton and experimented on by Draumr. His main side-effect was the hand that turned into a 2nd head. Him and his hand-head don't get along as the 2nd head is very feisty and angry, but not as bad as Atreyu.
The white glow in his ref is not a part of his body. He is only lavender. The white is there as highlights, and despite being a canine, he doesn't have a tail.
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Xylen and Toka - 6'7" (anthro) - he/she/they/it - Gay
Xylen is Dorë's older brother while Toka is the dimwitted tail. She was also abducted by Declipton and experimented on by Draumr, and Xylen liked the dumb tail enough to name it after his ancient grandfather.
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Atreyu - 5'4" - he/they/it - Pansexual
Atreyu is the most hostile experiment. Nobody knows why he had such an adverse reaction nor why he became so aggressive compared to the others, but he is locked in a solitary confinement room with the only communication coming from a side room separated by a double-sided mirror. That side room is how he is fed. A special little pocket sits on the floor in between the 2 rooms where Draumr or Declipton can safely give Atreyu their food.
Atreyu was a tourist visiting from a neighboring village when abducted by Declipton and injected with Draumr's concoction. When he woke, he immediately became aggressive and attacked the 2. Draumr has theorized that it could be something to do with the fact he wasn't a native to the village as everyone else was relatively tame in comparison to him. There weren't any other experiments done on tourists or outsiders because of this little fox.
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Message #2 but you can answer any message in any order of course 🥰
The teacher issue wasn't really solved but he was replaced for this one subject already. He still handles the Main one crucial to our education so... Idk 😆😭 I literally don't even care to listen to his class because Why is he like That (he's very confusing and i cannot Learn)...
Woaaa goodluck on looking back to your college content!! (人´ω`*)♡ so insane how professional doctors were able to retain soo much info learned in college. Omg bass and keyboard! That is so very cool😳, i would like to learn music too (<- ambitious, and is bad at it)
IRL is so insane for me, i'm literally like a loner so social media is one medium for me to earn friends atleast(<- doesnt talk to anyone even on socmed) 🤣 i wanna make lots of friends but i obviously can't keep them all and tend to them consistently #introvert. I was one click away from making a blog but then the problem— the username... *Sweats* Interactions -> sharing thoughts comfortably is such a smart concept Fox! Didn't thought of that 😚
My... Creative projects as you described it isn't really any project that you expect😆 just fanarts here and there! <3
Your day that day is really productive already!! (to me, atleast) (๑•̀∀•́ฅ ✧ BUT LIGHTNING *INFRONT* of your house.... 😳 that's so scary! i wanna know what flavor is the cake 👀 please do tell~ i'm very hungry right now but i'll just probably sleep through this (ineffective). i drink water regularly (cant be dehydrated, nuh uh) not the 8 glasses thingy but still a nice amount! how are you today? :D
I did the lost seelie! I picked dayflower (blue) ( ^ω^ ) i really dont wanna pick the pink (not my type/too neon bright) 😅 what about you? Which color did you get? :o Nothing serious really happened! (But maybe it is for an introvert lol) I just didn't have the energy to socialize~ but i was lurking in tumblr to reblog cute carrd pngs or nice images ☺️
Have you tried fishing in Sumeru yet? Do you have a favorite fish? I personally like the Peach of the Deep Waves (only to be fished from the mawtiyama forest mushroom pool!) 🐟 I'm curious how adhd testing would go for you ! You dont need to tell the results if that's your preference ♥
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i feel like you should know my brain compels me to reply in order jfndknd 😅
i... am so sorry. really. i kinda wanna look at the silver lining of "oh, he's out of one at least!" but it still sucks considering the weight of the subject he still teaches. good luck 😭
thank you, i'll do my best 🥲 we review a lot. all the time. at some point the information has to stick lol i have experimental classes booked for next week, so hopefully i'll enjoy them. i used to play bass back in 2011/12 but i don't remember anything. have you tried any instruments?? or singing, maybe?
honestly the way you described your irl is a lot like mine lol #introvert, can absolutely relate. the dreaded username 😂 and even if it's just fanart, it's still a project!! and still cool!!! 💕
the lightning was both funny and scary – our porch light is still out, but the rest was normalized in the morning. i was going upstairs and met my dog halfway bc she got scared 😭😭😭 she kept following me and even camped in front of every door i went through until i went to bed, since she sleeps in my bedroom with me. the cake flavors were chocolate and fubá (apparently it's cornmeal in english?)! very tasty in my opinion uwu also!! don't go to bed hungry >:( you should eat!!!
i'm doing my best, honestly. that's all i can really say. thank you for asking 💕
ahhh, the blue seelie is really cute!! i was torn between that, yellow or green, and ended up getting green. it fits quite nicely with xiao hehe~ i can respect that; taking time for yourself is important.
i haven't yet! actually i've been ignoring the fishing mechanic for a while now loooool the same way i ignore my teapot..... i guess i'll google what fish that is 😅 i'll let you know when i get tested! i'm talking to my psychiatrist about that on friday, and i guess we'll go from there :3c
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mlmxreader · 2 years
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Nightmare | Wilhelm Wicki x gn!reader
Anonymous asked: Can I please request “it’s getting late” and “look, you’re safe” with Wilhelm Wicki x gn!reader? ❤️
summary: Wicki is always there when you need him most, and always makes it known that he always will be
tws: nightmares, smoking
word count: 731
You woke up with a gasp, shooting upright with wide eyes as you rested your arms on your knees and looked around the little room; the window was cracked open a little, just enough to cause the tattered and torn curtain to blow lightly when the wind caught it. Outside, you could hear nothing - no foxes scampering around, no birds flying into their nests for the night, no cats meowing loudly or dogs barking. It was silent. No lights were allowed, not even candles - Aldo’s orders. You heard the door creak, and caught the smell of a freshly lit cigarette as Wicki walked in, the red embers lighting up his features dully.
“Are you alright?” He asked, sitting at the edge of the bed and taking your hand in his, letting you steal the cigarette from his mouth with shaking hands. “(Y/n)?”
You shook your head, your breath uneven and harsh as you looked at him. Fear. “I… I had…”
He didn’t need you to complete the sentence as he got into bed beside you, taking the cigarette and putting it out in the old can on the bedside table; his hands were cold as he wrapped them around your shoulders, letting you press your body against his. You wished he wouldn't do this, every time that you managed to find a bed to sleep in, Wicki would always make it a point to only sleep in his boxers, and his cold touch, although welcoming, always made you shiver.
"It's alright," he said lowly, his voice soft and his words gentle as he pulled you that little bit closer. "Look, you're safe. You're with me. Mein geliebter, you're safe."
You could only nod, clinging onto him like some sort of scared and wounded animal, swallowing thickly as your throat began to feel raw and your mouth dry. "Danke…"
"Was it the dogs?" He asked eventually, and when you nodded again, he sighed and laid down so that you were on top, letting you wriggle down so that your head was just below his chin and he had his hands on your lower back and between your shoulder blades.
It was always the dogs.
He knew not to ask further, but he also knew that the sight of the dogs being let off of their leads and the violence they were trained to commit against people would always stay with you; it would never leave, and Wicki knew that. Just as he knew that it was best that he gave you time to open up to him about it more, that you needed time and patience. He was more than willing to hand it over.
"Wicki?"
"Ja?"
"I'm sorry," you whispered. "You shouldn't… you shouldn't have to put up with this…"
Wicki tutted softly, shaking his head as he closed his eyes and did his best not to sniffle and to tear up. "You've nothing to be sorry about, (y/n). You know that."
"But I do, I-"
"Nein," he said quietly. "You can't help it. It's not your fault. You've nothing to be sorry about."
You dared to look up and meet his gaze, even in the dim and dark light of the night, it wasn't hard to spot the glaze of tears over your eyes. "I love you."
"Ich liebe dich," he smiled, running his fingertip from your ear to your jaw. "It's getting late, though, do you think you can get some more rest?"
You nodded, sniffling. "A, a little. I can try."
Wicki shifted, letting his hand fall to between your shoulders once again as he nodded slowly. "I'll stay here all night. You know that. If… if you wake up again, you can get me up."
"I can't do that," you told him. "It's not fair on you."
He moved again, this time so that he could gently kiss your forehead before he licked his lips and let out a soft chuckle. "Mein geliebter, it's not fair that you have to struggle alone. Wake me up if it happens again. Promise."
"Okay," you muttered. "I'll get you up again, but… don't be mad, please?"
"Never. I could never be mad at you for needing a little help, (y/n)."
You swallowed thickly, moving up so that you could press your face against the side of his neck as you closed your eyes. "I really love you."
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