I mean, I wish right Zen ?? So hey guess what I started playing Mystic Messenger pff // I love everyone but I guess Zen got himself into my heart first (because his route is the first one I’m playing….. and I mean come on)
Can’t believe I went this far on this sketch ahaha //
I just witnessed a human sickness, a disturbingly weird man throwing bread for pigeons and then catching one… I immediately imagined something gruesome is about to happen, like him biting the pigeon to bits or something. But I hoped it wouldn’t happen. Then he brought the pigeon to what seemed his mother, hugging it like his baby or a dear possession, and I heard her asking him something with a word “injured, injury, to injure” something about it. And I thought maybe the pigeon was injured so he wanted to take care of it but no.. his momma(?) proud, he went and gently started twisting the wing.. That’s when I finally yelled “HEY!” at him, calming down my “attack” on him by next words and tone being a calmer yelling retelling the whole story to the people around not directed at him any more, to avoid him to attack me most aggressively…. I managed it seems… It was fucked up and scary and I caught that poor pigeon shaking and managed to take photos of both the man and his mother (?) When they both got up and started going towards us, telling us “noo, no..’ as if it was wrong of me to take their photos.. we (my Rick and I) started running… with the pigeon of course.. towards animal protection people.. no cop in sight geez.. I wished for a nicer calmer adventure today, like gentle walk and a nice cocoa or coffee in the city, not this sick and dangerous experience… But I’m proud how I handled the whole thing… Poor baby pigeon.. but they’ll take care of him now. He’s young, fully feathered and can fly (not any more now) but still cries with those "wee wee” baby sounds, the poor thing.. he bled all over my fucked up bandaged hands and I hope I will remain healthy and okay.
Also, a side word to the world. Men and boys also cry and should cry and it’s okay if that’s what you feel like and want to do. I consider myself brave and strong, but I cried for how disturbed humans are and how accepted this kind of a horrible and sick behaviour is.
HC that whenever someone single dad shiro au Keith is close with cries or is upset, it's one of the times Keith will be somewhat affectionate and he just hugs then and gently rubs there back and says "it's okay... I'm here..." because that's what his dad does for him and it always helps him so naturally he's convinced it'll help others (and it does because it's coming from KEITH).
Hi nonny, I do hope you are ready for some tooth rotting fluff because this was the freaking CUTEST HC ever. I love that Keith mimics his daddy in such a sweet way (I want baby Keith to hug me, bc yeah it’s KEITH). I hope you enjoy it!
was not having a good day.
ma’am. He was having a horrible day. A no good day. A horrible, awful, no good,
terrible day so far and he was in the foulest of moods. Twice he’d already
cried and it wasn’t even lunch time yet.
started off horrible when Lance woke up to find he had accidentally crushed his
favorite toy plane underneath him, because he forgot to set it up on his desk
when he fell asleep last night. On top of that, all his mami said to him was,
“Now you know why we don’t sleep with our toys.” Then his sisters both laughed
at him and his brother almost hit him with a plastic spoon at breakfast.
that, Lance found out there was no more chocolate chip pancakes so he was stuck
eating cereal with milk before
Lance was dropped off, where a bunch of rude older boys stomped in puddles and
got mud all over his brand new tuxedo t-shirt, which he was extremely excited
to show Allura. This caused Lance to drop the dandelions he had picked for
Allura and now those were ruined too.
last straw was that Pidge had stolen all the markers to test today, so now
Lance couldn’t even try to draw a picture anymore. Today was the worst day in the history of Lance.
moment, Lance was trying his absolute hardest to not cry, again, in front of everyone but was failing miserably. Big fat,
crocidle tears dripped down his face as he puffed his cheeks out and crossed
his arms over his chest. Allura had already tried to ask the four-year-old if
he was alright (three times) but Lance refused to talk to her out of
embarrassment. Hunk attempted to soothe his friend, but even he was pushed away
by Lance. Hunk left with a hurt expression on and sad eyes, before joining
Coran and some other kids outside. Normally Lance would have joined him, but
today was not one of those days.
didn’t even both to talk to Lance, as they had seen how upset Lance was and
knew that comforting people weren’t their strong suits. Even Keith had stayed
away for a bit, thankfully not starting any fights with Lance, despite his poor
Lance was pleasantly surprised when Keith walked over at lunchtime with a plate
full of fruits and a grilled cheese sandwich cut in two and a box of tissues.
tried to ignore the other boy when he sat down beside Lance, even though Lance
was sitting all by himself at an empty table. He sniffled and turned his back
towards Keith, to hide the tears on his face from Keith. Keith, though, simply
took a seat right next to Lance, when
usually Keith had some sort of space between him and others.
few seconds, both boys were silent except for Lance’s occasional sniffles.
Until Keith pushed the box of tissues towards Lance without a word. Lance
ignored the action and continued to pout in his seat. Keith did nothing for a
few more minutes, not even taking a bite of his grilled cheese.
suddenly, Lance felt a hand shoving a tissue against his face.
sputtered and swatted at Keith, who continued to push the tissue against Lance’s
face with a scowl.
still dummy!” Keith finally grunted, snatching one of Lance’s flailing arms and
using his other free hand to continue wiping at Lance’s face. Lance scoffed as
he attempted to maneuver his face away from the tissue and Keith.
it! What are you doing?” Lance cried out when Keith wouldn’t stop pressing the
tissue against his cheeks. Keith’s little pink tongue stuck out of his mouth,
as he fought to wipe down Lance’s face with determination.
trying to wipe away your tears! So you’re not sad no more!” Keith finally
shouted with a huff. Lance froze for a split second, giving Keith just enough
time to wipe at both of Lance’s cheeks and under his eyes. He pulled the snotty
tissue away and wrinkled his nose in disgust. Then, before Lance even had the
chance to ask, Keith grabbed another (clean) tissue and held it under Lance’s
nose. Lance blinked in confusion.
Keith commanded, in a very frightening voice for a four-year-old. Thankfully,
Lance obeyed and blew hard and loud. Keith made a disgusted face but didn’t
remove the tissue until Lance was done. Only then did he wipe Lance’s nose
before quickly throwing the used tissue out. Lance watched the other do all of
this in silence before Keith turned to face Lance.
looked down to glance at his grilled cheese before picking it up, breaking the
sandwich in half and then holding out one of the pieces to Lance.
Lance cocked his head.
you.” Keith simply stated, shoving the sandwich back at Lance. Lance continued to
stare at Keith, waiting for the joke but one never came. Eventually Keith
sighed and gently placed the sandwich
into Lance’s mouth. Satisfied when
the sandwich tangled in Lance’s mouth, Keith turned to his own sandwich before
taking a large mouthful.
took a bite and swallowed as he grabbed the rest of the sandwich. His tummy
happily thanked him (Keith) for the
food as he realized how hungry he was. Lance and Keith continued to sit in
silence as they ate their sandwiches. Occasionally, Lance would glance over at
Keith to see Keith always watching him. But rather than watching him with a
mocking expression, Lance saw nothing but genuine concern from Keith – if only with
a little awkwardness.
going to be okay.” Keith finally spoke up when he had finished his entire
sandwich. Lance frowned in confusion. “I know your sad but is okay. You can
play with my toy lions I brought today, if it makes you feel better.”
eyes widened. Nobody ever got to play
with Keith’s lions. “Really?”
rubbed his sneakers together as he swung his legs out. “Mhmmm. Yeah. I’ll even
let you be the biggest black one. Just as long as you’re not sad no more.”
Keith awkwardly placed a hand on Lance’s knee, when Lance’s smile only
brightened. Even though it had only been a few hours, it had felt like forever since Lance last smiled. “Daddy
always makes me feel better when I’m sad, so I wanna make you not sad no more.”
wasn’t expecting much from Lance for his actions, so he really wasn’t expecting
Lance to throw his arms around Keith in an unexpected hug.
you Keith! You’re the bestest buddy ever!”
didn’t want to go outside today.
want to be around all the other kids, yelling and playing. Running into him or talking to him. He was feeling
particularly anxious today and a bit too shy to try to talk to anyone. He’d rather
stay inside where the toy kitchen was and pretend to cook little meals for
Allura, Coran and his friends. He didn’t want to go outside.
Allura wouldn’t allow the kids to stay in every
day. She made sure they socialized with other kids or got some fresh air at
least twice a week.
Hunk was, nervously standing at the edge of the playground, grabbing fistfuls
of his shirt while he stared at all the other kids running around and playing.
Lance was already upside under the monkey bars while Pidge egged him on.
Surprisingly, Hunk couldn’t find Keith anywhere. Normally he was with the
others or on the basketball court playing ball.
Hunk twisted the fabric of his shirt when a group of loud boys sprinted past
Hunk, nearly knocking him to the floor. Before he could fall over, a small hand
had grabbed him and held him upright. Hunk turned around, heart racing and
tears pricking in his eyes, to look down at the small face of Keith.
okay?” Keith asked.
shaking, Hunk nodded quickly.
of them hurt you?” Keith continued, not at all bothered by Hunk’s lack of
verbal response. Hunk silently shook his head.
not want to be out here?” Hunk blinked at Keith’s question, taken by surprise
at his observation skills. No one besides Allura had ever bothered to ask Hunk
what he wanted. Especially not any
Hunk bit his lip but shook his head.
too many people out here?” Hunk didn’t even notice when Keith scooched closer
to him, gently pulling Hunk’s hand into his own. He was surprised when he felt
Keith’s warm hand in his own suddenly and Hunk gaped. Realizing that Keith was
still waiting on an answer, Hunk quickly nodded.
Keith pursed his lips together thoughtfully. He gave a gentle tug on Hunk’s
hand, motioning with his head to follow and Hunk had no other choice but to
follow. He was surprised once more when Keith led him away from the playground and out into the field where there were
less kids playing. Keith kept a stiff body between Hunk and any other kids,
almost as if he were protecting the
walked in a comfortable silence for a few more seconds before Keith led Hunk to
a small group of trees in the field. Carefully, he sat down (tugging Hunk down
with him) and smiled softly.
gets too noisy or loud I come here, ‘cus it’s a lot quieter. And less people.”
Keith answered quietly. “You’re welcome to come here too, if you don’t want to
go outside. I don’t mind.” Keith shrugged nonchalantly when Hunk didn’t answer.
friend Keith, who was normally by himself and a loner when he wanted to, was
offering Hunk a place in his quiet
spot. In his safe spot. He was
offering Hunk a place to go.
looked over to see Hunk’s eyes widened and awkwardly, Keith tried to pat Hunk’s
back several times in a soothing manner when he saw tears building up in Hunk’s
There. It’s…okay.” Keith said as he continued to pat Hunk’s back. “My daddy
always finds me places to be calm, so I can help you too.”
at a loss for words, but Keith was the only one who could understand him then.
Instead, when he was too choked up for words, Hunk simply gave Keith a bright, blinding
smile was one to match.
knew that they weren’t like other kids.
because of their OCD issues. Pidge knew what they were and knew all about them.
They had heard their mom and dad explain them and learned to read up about them
in a book at home. They were incredibly smart for their age and highly
even intelligence couldn’t overpower an attack.
couldn’t fight these needs they had
and they knew other kids thought it was weird. Lance had even proclaimed the
weirdness of it all on several occasions, but Pidge didn’t mind too much
because this was Lance they were talking about. He didn’t have much of a
couldn’t help it that she had to wash their hands for exactly four minutes –
two for each hand, and if they went over or under by even a second they would
have to start all over. Other kids didn’t seem to understand and avoided using
the same restroom as Pidge when they noticed Pidge washing their hands.
hadn’t been a good day.
socks didn’t match and their coordinated notebooks were forgotten at home, so
Pidge couldn’t use even one of them (how could they use one without the
matching other?). They’d had to rewash
their hands three times already but they forgot to set the timer on their watch
and couldn’t keep track of counting in their head.
counting only got worse as their hands began to shake.
minutes, ten seconds. One minute, eleven seconds…” Pidge mumbled quietly as
they rubbed their hands under the sink once again.
you keep talking to yourself?”
almost threw their glasses at the kid who had interrupted their counting
seconds. They tried to ignore the kid in favor of continuing to count out loud,
but when they lost count again Pidge
had shrieked so loudly, that the kid went sprinting out of the bathroom by the
almost cried knowing they would have to
start over again. They turned off the water and turned it back on with
Pidge could begin counting a voice cut in.
two, three, four…” Pidge whirled around but kept their hands under the sink, to
find Keith right next to them. He blinked at Pidge still counting aloud and
thirteen, fourteen, fifteen…” Keith continued to count out loud the entire time
for four whole minutes. He never once
stopped or faltered, even when kids entered the bathroom. He would glare at
kids who tried to mock him or talk to him, effectively scaring anyone off. He
counted every last second. Even pointing out to switch at exactly two minutes.
they were all done, and Pidge’s hands were no longer shaking as they turned off
the water, Keith waited patiently and handed them two paper towels.
you do that?” Pidge asked before thanking Keith.
wasn’t upset at this. “It’s important to you and you were upset. So I thought I
could help. Was it bad?” Keith suddenly looked nervous and scratched at the
back of his hands.
You were amazing. I didn’t know you could count that high!” Pidge exclaimed
Yeah. My daddy taught me my numbers this year. Plus I just gotta count to 60,
four times.” Keith blushed with a gentle smile. Pidge couldn’t help but smile
at the sight, tossing the paper towels into the garbage.
thanks. Maybe I’ll make you my official
counter from now on.” Pidge giggled, causing Keith to let out a giggle of his
He agreed without hesitation as the two headed off to class.
wasn’t great at emotions, nor comforting people. But he’d learned all he could
about helping someone thanks to his daddy, and someday Keith hoped to help
people just as his daddy had helped him.
Today’s Extremely Important Plot Point I’m Tragically and Helplessly Stuck On, No Really, I’m Not Procrastinating I Just Can’t Write More Until This Is Resolved, Honest: whether spy!Steve should try to recruit rogue!Bucky for SHIELD in a Denny’s or a Waffle House.
THAT’S PRETTY MUCH SANS ON THE SURFACE AFTER EVERYTHING SORTS OUT AND THERE’S NO MORE RESETS AND EVERYTHING IS HUNKEY DOREY, so I’m gonna write my headcanons on that
Sans becomes a teacher. It was not something that had been planned, or anything he ever thought he’d be inclined to do. Tori had simply asked him to come by and show of his telescope to the class, maybe talk a little bit about the movements of the stars and planets- And Sans completely ate it up. After a couple more impromptu science visits, Toriel convinced him that maybe he should apply for something a little more permanent than an occasional visit. He did.
Sans and Papyrus share a two bedroom apartment in the city. It’s much smaller than their place in Snowdin, but the two make it work. They have a fantastic view of Mount Ebott from their window.
Sans enjoys cooking. Since getting back into the swing of things, he’s actually started helping his brother out with meals and manages to occasionally convince Paps to make something other than spaghetti. They’ve turned into quite the pair of cooks.
For the first time in a very long time, Sans can actually look at himself in a mirror and honestly say he is happy.
….Despite allowing himself to progress, and learn, and try, Sans is still afraid. He still fears that it’s going to Reset. That he’s going to wake up back in Snowdin. That nothing is permanent. With each passing year, the fear dwindles and the nightmares become less and less frequent. But deep down, he doesn’t think he’ll ever get over it.