A little little owl!
This juvenile little owl arrived at the centre today after being found alone. Sadly, despite significant efforts, no sign of the nest or parents could be found.
He is uninjured, but too small to go back to the wild just yet, and so we need your help!
Little owls at this age become imprinted very easily and this one needs a friend to stay with until it can be released. Do any other rescue centres have a little owl to pair up with ours? He urgently needs a friend!
Please share this far and wide; hopefully he can find a companion soon!

riahchan  asked:

How about Jon x Sansa- Ride the same bus together literally every day AU?

I am a terrible, terrible prompt filler for taking so long to post this one - and using almost twice the word limit (although that’s still quite short as my fics go)!  Thanks so much for your patience, @riahchan!  This one’s all for you.

Like Snow on Glass

The bus gave an almighty lurch, and Sansa Stark felt a soft thud on the seat beside her as the vehicle braked.  She glanced downward for the culprit and saw a familiar pair of owl-eyed glasses with golden brown rims perched on the blue patterned seat.  They belonged to none other than Mr. Handsome Professor, the raven-headed stranger who barely ever looked up from whichever science fiction novel he happened to be reading at the moment.  He was always sitting in the same seat when she boarded the bus in the mornings, and he always disembarked at Winterfell University’s massive engineering complex halfway across the campus from the visual arts department, where Sansa worked as a temporary receptionist.  

Sansa’s face flushed.  She could already hear her mother admonishing her that it was rude to assign even a flattering nickname to a man whose proper name she had not bothered to learn, especially since he had helped her to retrieve the belongings she had inadvertently spilled in front of him while tripping on her way to the back of the bus on the first day she had ever ridden it.  But Sansa had been too flustered to ask for the man’s name at the time and too embarrassed since.  She had, after all, spent two years being belittled and insulted nonstop by her vile ex-boyfriend Joffrey Baratheon and his equally vile mother, Cersei Lannister.  When Sansa had dared to leave Joffrey, Cersei had used her political clout to drive her five hundred leagues north out of King’s Landing University to godsforsaken Wintertown to start over as best she could.  Sansa would dare any girl to pester a strange man for his name after that.

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Bokuto probably has a pair of owl uggs that he wears before and after practices, and the rest of the team absolutely hates them. And Akaashi has tried to burn them on several occasions but Bokuto always keeps a close eye on his favorite shoes. He calls them his “hootie booties”

Akaashi calls them a mistake

existentialeccedentesiast  asked:

julie,, the team took a hard L today...... cheer me up with some headcanons about annabeth and estelle's future sisterly relationship please and thanks

first of all I’m sorry your team lost I’m sure you’ll win the next game bc you definitely deserve it❤️

second aNNABETH AND ESTELLE (who I’m from now on referring to as Stella) HAVE THE BEST RELATIONSHIP EVER

- so Annabeth wasn’t there when Stella was born because she was busy visiting her dad in California and helping him with something
- But Percy called her from the hospital waiting room and he’s like, talking so fast because he’s kind of freaking out because his mom is having a baby and he just has to sit and wait and he’s BORED and he wants to talk to Annabeth and he’s rambling on and on
- And she just lets him and then after a little bit he finds out she was born and he like has to hang up and go meet her
- And Annabeth rushes to finish her stuff with her dad and basically gets on the next plane to New York and she gets there two days after Stella’s born and meets them at the apartment (which she absolutely has a key to) when they get home from the hospital and of course Sally lets Annabeth hold her and she’s so small and Stella smiles at her and Annabeth just like melts a little inside because she’s so cUTE
- and you know Stella’s favorite babysitter (aside from her big brother) is Annabeth
- They read together a lot. The kids books are easier on Annabeth’s dyslexia and Stella loves hearing them so much
- Annabeth actually is the one who takes Stella to get her ears pierced for the first time when she’s eight. Sally was going to buy something came up and she was busy, so Annabeth took her
- Annabeth bought her a pair of owl earring just like her own so they could match and they’re Stella’s favorite pair of earrings
- Stella got Annabeth into Harry Potter. Nothing’s been the same since.
- Annabeth asked Stella to be the flower girl at their wedding and Stella was ecstatic
- Annabeth and Stella watch a Disney movie once a month every month for four years straight with no breaks. They’ve got a streak going and they’re not going to break it (there are many repeats but hey, they’re good movies. And they watch all the Pixar movies too.)
- When Stella’s little, she practically begs Sally and Paul to buy her tons of wooden blocks to play with. She and Annabeth build huge castles that fill Stella’s entire room and go into the hallway
- She has to write an essay in school on who her role model is. Guess who she picks.


There was the Mindelan device: a gray owl, wings outstretched, on a blue field rimmed with cream. There were two differences between this shield and those of her brothers. On Kel’s, the owl hovered over a pair of crossed glaives, cream embroidered in gold, matches for a Yamani glaive. The other difference was the shield’s border: it was formed by two thin rings, the outer blue, the inner cream. A distaff border, the heralds had named it, the coat of arms of a lady knight.

- Squire by Tamora Pierce

I thought it was high time to do some Tortall-inspired crochet, and who better to become a cuddly toy/blanket than the Protector of the Small? You can see the grey blanket taking shape behind Dragon, who is helpfully modelling the shield until Keladry gets arms and a head.

( @knottahooker @markdoesstuff @tamorapierce )

In s1 Elisia has 2 different owls on her desk
In the beginning of s2 we see a pair of owls on her nightstand
Ash has an owl tattoo and leaves owl stickers wherever he’s been

Owl symbolism: The owl sees in the dark: As a spirit animal, the owl guides you to see beyond the veil of deception and illusion; it helps see what’s kept hidden.

Why Ash and Elisia can’t keep secrets from each other. They know each other better than anyone else.

My Family

Jonathan was tired, his son Ashton was only 11 months old. Ashton’s mother, Jonathan’s ex-girlfriend, died during childbirth. Amy, the mother, was a drunken mistake at one of Luke’s parties. It’s not that Jonathan didn’t love his son, no he loved him to the moon and back. Jonathan was just tired from all the crying. Jonathan’s best friend, Evan, was staying at his place for three weeks due to his place being renovated.

It first started when Jonathan and Evan were sitting on the couch, Jonathan started falling asleep until Ashton started crying making him groan and Evan smile softly. “I’ve got him Jonny take your nap.” With that Evan left and a few minutes later it was silent. Jonathan woke a few hours later in a panic and headed to his son’s room. Sitting in the rocking chair was Evan who was asleep rocking a sleeping Ashton against his chest. Jonathan smiled at them and covered them with a blanket. Ashton started getting fussy and Jonathan turned back around to grab him but Evan started humming softly, putting Ashton back to sleep. Jonathan chuckled softly at the two then left. Jonathan found himself back on the couch and dozed off again only to be awoken two hours later to his son tugging on his shirt and something that smelled delicious. “Now now Ash, let Daddy nap.” Evan says picking him up not noticing that the blue eyed male was awake. “It’s time for you to eat.” Ashton cooed and started speaking gibberish, giggling making Evan laugh. “You’re so adorable!” He says taking Ashton with him into the dinning room. Jonathan silently followed the two and smiled at them. “Will you be a good boy while I get your plate?” Evan asks and Ashton giggled looking at Jonathan. Evan turned and let out a surprised ‘manly’ scream making Ashton giggle more. Ashton cooed happily seeing his father. “Jonathan Denis!” Evan scolded the other male making him laugh. “What’s wrong Hoodini?” Jonathan giggled out and laughed when Evan hit him in his chest. “Fuck you.” Evan mumbled, his cheeks flushing a bright pink color. Jonathan laughed then kissed his son on the head.
“Now now Evybear that’s no way to talk in front of Ashton.” Evan huffed as he sat a small plate in front of the small human, who happily ate the Apple sauce. Once everyone was fed, Ashton was on the floor playing with his stuffed Raccoon and Owl giggling. Evan was sitting on the couch watching him with a smile on his face while Jonathan was doing the dishes. “Ma- Mama” Ashton cooed making grabby hands at Evan. Evan’s eyes widened then he smiled gently and joined Ashton on the floor. Jonathan walked into the living room to find his son in his best friends lap playing with blocks, his heart fluttered at the sight. “Ma-Ma” he heard Ashton coo looking up at Evan; Evan kissed his forehead. “I’m uncle not mama.” He said softly. Ashton wasn’t having none of that and pouted tearing up. “Ma-ma ma-ma ma-ma ma-ma.” Ashton repeated over and over. “Ok, ok Ash.” Ashton grinned widely up at Evan. Jonathan frowned Ashton didn’t remember his mother and that was alright, but Evan wasn’t his mother even though Jonathan loved Evan with all his heart and would love to be with him there was only one problem Evan was straight.


Evan and Jonathan were sleeping on the couch while the TV was playing softly in the background when Ashton started crying. Jonathan opened his eyes when he felt Evan get off the couch. He watched Evan yawn then stretch and headed upstairs to where the crying child was. Jonathan decided to follow him and stand outside the room. He peaked in to see Evan bouncing Ashton then he started softly singing

“Hush-a-bye baby
On the tree top,
When the wind blows
The cradle will rock.
When the bough breaks,
The cradle will fall,
And down will fall baby
Cradle and all.”

Soon Ashton was sleeping and Evan was heading back downstairs and joined Jonathan on the couch again. “We should get married.” Jonathan said casually making Evan look at him like he had three heads. “What?” “You and me. We should get married.” Evan rolled his eyes at Jonathan’s joke. “Why?” “Cause for the past two weeks you’ve been here, whenever Ashton started crying you’d always go calm him down. I feel like we might as well be married.” Evan sighed “Sure but I’m not wearing a dress.” He went along with the joke. “Of course you’d be wearing the dress. You’d be my wife after all.” Jonathan giggled.

The three weeks had passed and Evan was back home in his own house and that made Jonathan and Ashton sad. Jonathan was sitting in the living room with Ashton, who was frowning. “What’s wrong baby boy?” He asked his​ son. “Mama?” Ashton questioned​ looking at the door. Jonathan frowned “Uncle Evan had to go home.” He said softly to his son.

Years went by and Evan got closer to Jonathan and Ashton. Ashton’s 4 year old little self was running around in the back yard laughing and playing with his toys. “Ashton! Come here sweetie! We’ve got to go pick up uncle Luke!” Jonathan called for his son. “Want Momma!” Ashton pouted. “No baby uncle Evan has things to do today.” Jonathan hoped his son would get the hint and stop calling Evan ‘momma’ “Not Uncle! Momma!” Jonathan sighed as his son chanted 'Momma’ “If you’re good I’ll call momma and see if he’d like to play with you.” Jonathan gave in, making his son cheer.

Jonathan and Luke watched Ashton as he giggled and played in the sand box. “He thinks Evan’s his mother and I’m not sure how to explain that he’s not.” Jonathan explained to his brother. “What do you mean?” “Well whenever Ashton sees or talks about Evan he calls him Momma. We’ve even told him that it’s uncle not Momma but he wouldn’t have it.” “MAMA!” Ashton yelled. Jonathan and Luke looked up to see Evan with Lilly, his beautiful albino German Shepherd, and Midnite, his German Shepherd and Husky mix. Ashton left the sand box and ran up to Evan grinning from ear to ear. “Mama!” Ashton said holding his arms up towards Evan. Evan chuckled softly and picked the small boy up. “Hi Ash.” Ashton buried his face in Evan’s chest smiling. “Missed Momma.” Jonathan watched Evan bite his lip. “I missed you too.” Evan says hugging the small child. Lilly and Midnite ran up to Jonathan barking happily. Shortly​ after Evan walked up to them. “Hey guys​.” “He Ev.” Luke and Jonathan responded. “I believe this is yours.” Evan tries to hand Ashton over but the boy keeps his grip. “No want Daddy! Want Momma!” Jonathan sighed. “Alright baby.” Evan sat Ashton down and he tugged Evan’s pants leg. “Momma come play?” “Ash-” Jonathan started to say but Evan cut him off. “I can’t really play today. I’ve gotta take my puppies for a run.” “Oh.” Ashton frowned. “But if it’s ok with Daddy and if you be good I’ll play with you tomorrow.” The boys eyes sparkled. “Please Daddy???” He begged his father. “Sure baby.” “YAY!” Ashton squealed happily. “I love you Daddy!” Jonathan smiled at his son. “I love you too baby.” Luke smiled at them. “Well I’m going to take off.” Evan hums turning. “Wait Momma!” Ashton hugged Evan and he returned the hug. “I love you too Momma! Just as much as I love Daddy.” Jonathan and Luke seen Evan’s eyes widened. “I-I love you too.” Ashton smiled then grabbed Luke’s hand and pulled him to the sand box. “Bye bye Momma.” Ashton cooed. “Bye baby.” Evan whispers softly. Without another word Evan left with Lilly and Midnite. “Oh Evan.” Jonathan whispers.


Jonathan tucked his son into bed. “Daddy?” Ashton asked yawning. “Yes baby?” “Does Mommy love me?” The question took Jonathan by surprise. “Why do you ask that?” “Because Mommy doesn’t stay with us. Is it my fault?” “No! No baby, Mommy loves you and so does Daddy. It’s just complicated between Mommy and Daddy.” “Oh. Do you love Mommy, Daddy?” Jonathan’s eyes widened. “Yes baby. Daddy… Daddy loves Mommy, but Daddy’s not sure if Mommy loves daddy.” Ashton nodded and yawned again, snuggling his owl and Raccoon. “Night night Daddy.” “Night baby.” Jonathan whispered and kissed his sons head. That night Jonathan awoke to Ashton sobbing and bolted to his sons room. “Baby what’s wrong?” Jonathan panicked but his son wouldn’t stop crying. “I want Momma.” Ashton choked out between sobs. Jonathan runs into his room and grabs his cellphone and dials his best friends number. “Hello?” A sleepy voice asks after the third ring. “Ev, I’m so sorry it’s late but can you come over?” “Jonathan? It’s 3 am, can’t it wait?” “It’s Ashton Ev.” Jonathan heard Evan’s breath hitch. “I’ll be right over.” Was all Jonathan heard before the line went dead.

Evan ran as fast as he could, he had ran out of his house in only a pair of owl pj bottoms. Soon the CanAsian reatched his best friends house and went right inside. Jonathan lead Evan to Ashton’s room and Evan instantly picked the sobbing boy up. “Momma!” The boy whimpered out. “Shhhh. It’s ok baby. M-Momma’s here.” Evan rocked the frightened​ child, unsure of how to calm him down until it hit him. Evan took a deep breath and started to sing.

“Hush little baby, don’t say a word,
Mamas going to show you a hummingbird.
If that hummingbird should fly,
Mama’s going to show you the evening sky.

When the nighttime shadows fall,
Mama’s going to hear the crickets call.
While their song drifts from afar,
Mama’s going to search for a shooting star.”

Ashton had stopped sobbing at point and was drifting off to sleep, so Evan continued his song.

“When that star has dropped from view,
Mama’s going to read a book with you.
When that story has been read,
Mama’s going to bring your warm bedspread.

If that quilt begins to wear,
Mama’s going to find your teddy bear.
If that teddy bear won’t hug,
Mama’s going to catch you a lightning bug.

If that lightning bug won’t glow,
Mama’s going to play on her old banjo.
If that banjo’s out of tune,
Mama’s going to show you the harvest moon.

As that moon drifts through the sky,
Mama’s going to sing you a lullaby.

So hush little baby don’t you cry, cause Daddy loves you and so do I.”

Tears filled Jonathan’s eyes once Evan stopped singing and kissed the sleeping child’s head. The lullaby was beautiful and Ashton was finally asleep. Evan placed the sleeping child back into his bed and turned to Jonathan, smiling softly. Jonathan opened his mouth to say something but Evan covered it and whispered. “Let’s talk downstairs.” Jonathan nodded and took Evan’s hand, leading him downstairs to the living room. “Thank you, Evan. I don’t know what happened.” Evan just smiled. “It’s alright. I’d do anything for that boy.” “He loves you, Mommy.” Jonathan found himself saying and Evan smiled​. “He loves you too, Daddy.” “He’s not the only one who loves you Mommy.” Jonathan closed the distance between them and looked down at Evan. “Oh yeah? Who else loves me Daddy?” Evan wrapped his arms around Jonathan’s neck and Jonathan wrapped his arms around his waist. “Daddy loves Mommy too.” Jonathan whispered against Evan’s lips. “Mommy loves Daddy.” Evan mutters then Jonathan closes the distance, kissing Evan passionately. When they broke away they curled up against each other sharing small kisses, soon falling fast asleep too dream about their now complete family.


Little Owl (Athene noctua) by Phil Winter

anonymous asked:

What about a relationship between Gryffindor girl and a Hufflepuff boy?

Anonymous said to gryffindor-headcanons:
Sorry if you’ve answered this already, but a Gryffindor girlfriend with a Hufflepuff boyfriend? :)

Anonymous said to gryffindor-headcanons:
oooh could you headcanons for a Gryffindor girl x Hufflepuff boy?? thanks I love the blog!!

Anonymous said to gryffindor-headcanons:
Gryffendor girl and Hufflepuff boy relationship ❤️

Ok, Gryffindor girl and Hufflepuff boy, let’s see if I can do this one justice:

  • Their first date was at Madam Puddifoot’s. The Hufflepuff was extremely nervous, and was making sure to hold doors and pull her chair out for her.
  • Gryffindors have a reputation as chivalrous and the Hufflepuff wanted to make sure he made a good impression
  • The Gryffindor thinks it’s absolutely adorable, but assures him pretty quickly that there is more to chivalry than the old idea of Knights and Ladies and proper manners.
  • It helps him relax (doesn’t completely relax the manners though, he’s just like that)
  • Long walks around the grounds.
  • The Gryffindor always trying to get the Hufflepuff to bend the rules like, “James told me about this secret passageway that will take you right into the cellar of Honeyduke’s.”
  • “We have class.”
  • Please,” she begs and pouts at him, looking so cute that he can’t help but agree, the entire time thinking, this girl is going to be the death of me.
  • They don’t actually make it to Honeyduke’s because they realize that this is probably a much better place for a snog than a broom cupboard.
  • Sneaking out to the Astronomy towers to count the stars together.
  • She is always coming up with new ways to embarrass him because, “Merlin, he is so cute when he blushes.”

- Megan

Day 12: Socks

Living in such a big castle means that things are constantly getting misplaced but socks, socks are a different story.

Socks don’t go missing in the castle, they are stolen… stolen by the resident Gremlin who constantly has cold feet.

It doesn’t matter where you leave your socks, somehow Pidge will find them and she will take them. Once she has them, you are likely to never get them back. Sometimes she will negotiate and give back socks when promised something in return.

Pidge mainly steals socks from Hunk as his calf length socks nearly reach her knees and they are very comfy and warm. Hunk doesn’t really mind, he just keeps getting more from the space mall. He even goes as far as picking out some patterns that he thinks Pidge may like.

Hunk manages to find an owl patterned pair which he leaves right outside her door for her. Pidge finds them on her way to go steal another pair from Hunk and smiles at the present. She picks them and brings them into her room.

Hunk’s smile is a little brighter the next day when Pidge wears them to breakfast.

yeldatova  asked:

"eyeglasses" for SQ :)

Regina grabbed Henry’s hand before he could dart into the store. Knowing his grace–which he unfortunately inherited from his other mother–he would tear down every display, shatter every lens, and perhaps set a fire somehow. Even at five years old, he had a certain tenacity–which she would take credit for–that didn’t bode well for delicate objects or confined spaces.

“Regina, he’s just a kid.”

She glared at Emma, who glared back. “He needs visual assistance.”

“The eye doctor said he was almost where he needed to be.”

“You’ve worn glasses before, haven’t you?”

Emma tucked her hands in her pockets. “Well, yeah.”

“Did you vision get any better when you weren’t wearing them?” She tugged Henry up on her hip when he tried to snag a pair of owl rim glasses. He was getting too heavy for this sort of thing, but she valued the closeness.

“I’m just saying, kids are gonna, y’know, make fun of him. Call him four eyes.”

Regina softened. “If that happens, we’ll have a serious talk with the school and the parents. I understand your fear, but I can’t impair his growth.”

“I know.” Emma rubbed the back of her neck, looking distinctly uncomfortable.

“We can’t save him from everything.”

“I’m the savior,” Emma offered weakly. “Right?”

“Yes, dear.”

BoKuroo Headcanons

Hiya! Along my way of developing my bokuroo fanfic, I have developed some headcanons of mine that I’d like to share. So, enjoy!

-The way Kuroo asked Bokuto out on a date was by playing the recorder version of My Heart Will Go. He even got down on one like he was asking for his hand in marriage. 

-Kuroo likes to sleep on top of the covers while Bokuto likes to envelope himself in them. 

-Once, when trying to steal the covers, Bokuto tugged too hard and flung himself out of bed. He couldn’t get out of his blanket cocoon and Kuroo had to come to his rescue.

-Kuroo will not let him live this down. 

-Kuroo likes to sing while cleaning. 

-Bokuto whistles while folding laundry. 

-Bokuto once came home to hear Kuroo singing and dancing to Fergilicious while vacuuming. 

-Neither of them swear much, but when Kuroo does, he gets creative.
-And I mean creative. 

-Once he stubbed his pinkie toe and shouted, “Dick on a stick!” 

-Bokuto can’t help but smile every time he kisses Kuroo. He’s just so happy to be with him. 

 -Kuroo once tried to spice things up in the bedroom and he lost the keys to the handcuffs. 

 -Kuroo has a pair of owl underpants that Bokuto loves. 

 -Bokuto likes to steal Kuroo’s Nekoma jacket from time to time. Kuroo enjoys this very much. 

 -Bokuto can’t watch Kuroo practice because his thighs distract him. 

 -Bokuto once brought home a cat and he named it Kuroo. 

 -Kuroo tried to change the cat’s name, but by the time he decided to do this, it wouldn’t respond to anything else. 

 -Kuroo has very sensitive ears, and instead of whispering provocative things in his ear, Bokuto likes to say random shit like “avocado.“ 

 -This causes Kuroo to jump six feet in the air and Bokuto to loose his shit because he got scared by fucking "avocado." 

-Kuroo tried on a maid dress as a joke and wouldn’t stop teasing Bokuto because he was turned on by it. 

-Bokuto likes to wrap his legs around Kuroo’s torso. It doesn’t even have to be sexual, he just likes knowing he’s close and being held by his boyfriend.

-When Bokuto wears his hair down, Kuroo likes to run his hands through it and twirl it between his fingers. 

-Kuroo is big on coming up behind Bokuto and hugging him. 

-Kuroo teases Bokuto about their small height difference while Bokuto teases him for their slight age difference.

-”Let me get that off the shelf for you, since, y’know, I’m taller.”

“You know, it isn’t nice to make fun of people older than you.”

“Two months, Bo!”

-Bokuto will send Kuroo random ass videos and pictures at 3am. (Based off an actual thing I do to my friend, haha.) 

-When they cuddle, Kuroo will sometimes put his face into Bokuto’s neck and keep talking about how much he loves him and how gay he his for Bo. 

Haha, so thats all I have for now, but I hope you liked it! I’ll probably have another post just like this in the near future, because I love these two dorks so much. 

Fire-Owls, Magic Bands, Wizard Vans, Otter Gods (Nick & Louis, ~1k)

Flash Fiction Challenge #3!  I’m late but I wanted to write it anyway so I did. The challenge was to write something based on this tweet thread. 

Louis is covered in yodeler blood.

It’d been an epic battle. There’d been three hundred demon yodelers, and it was just Louis and his fire owl and a pair of grumpy wyverns standing between them and karaoke night at the tavern in New Dork City.

Louis couldn’t let them get through.

And so, he’d swiped at the sweat on his brow, the spidermail scratchy against his skin, and he’d held aloft Mistress Murderbeak, the most magical knife in all the lands. He’d taken a deep breath.

“YO-DEL-AY-HEE-YOU-DEAD,” he’d shouted into the wind, his voice strong and sure, and in that instant time had frozen. The demon yodelers had hung suspended in the air, every last one of them. And then, all at once, they’d exploded. The sky became a sea of viscera, and it’d fallen to the earth like rain. It’d covered everything, and Louis had stood there through it all, waiting until the roar of so much falling demonic yodeler remains had subsided before putting his arm up and wiping the blood out of his eyes.

“Fuck yeah,” he’d said, once he could see. “It worked.”

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If I Have to Crawl

“She could have killed me, you know.” He turned to look her dead in the eyes as he spoke. “It would have been easier for her. I wasn’t planned, I wasn’t wanted. I just sort of happened.”

“My mom’s own mother called her a ‘bad mother’ for letting me live, did you know that?” He leaned back on his hands, a sneer on his face as he looked up and spoke to her. “A ‘bad mother’ because a mother does what’s best for her child and killing me was what was best for me.” He spit the words like venom. “Because what kind of life can a half-breed live. What kind of difference could it make. What kind of mother could she be, disowned like her father promised she would be, if she kept me. The only way a destitute widow can be a good mother is to kill her child. It was mercy.”

That is a MUCH to pleasant cover image for this story, but here we go.

So big warning up front, this fic deals with some heavy stuff. It ends in a big inukag fluff fest, but BEFORE THAT, it deals with some heavy. stuff. So be warned, I really don’t think too many people will like this particular little (haha not little this thing has become a monster) fic, but here it is, 4,000 words + off my proverbial writer’s chest.

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