when he is still a cub


Quick doodles of the Dreemurr family! Originally it was just Toriel and Asgore, but I was asked to draw Frisk, Chara, and Asriel too, so I sketched out something fast for them. If you’re wondering why they look a bit different, it’s because Toriel and Asgore were sketched in pen traditionally then colored in photoshop. The kids are all done in photoshop.

ANYWAY! As far as headcanon goes I’ma do how I did MLP: start small then build outward to bigger subjects (speaking of, MLP headcanons will still continue of course). Okay anyway, headcanons:

- It’s common for the males of their particular monster species (goat-lion monster) to have manes while, typically, the females don’t. I’ve made Toriel a special case: a maned female. Why? I thought she’d look cute with hair. >.> Asriel will have blond hair like his father when he grows his mane in.

-They’re more lion than goat, so their sounds range from purring growling to roaring. That said, they can still bleat, which is pretty common in cubs.

-All of their species have saber teeth that are prominent but not very long.

-Frisk and Chara’s preferred pronouns are Them/they: they are both non-binary.

-Because I was asked earlier about Asriel, here is the short version of an answer I want to go more in depth with: Yes, Asriel is alive and well in my headcanon. How  that happened is still in the works.

But yeah. That’s all for now, I think. Thanks so much for taking a look, you lovely peeps! C:

Pidgance/flirtyrobot headcannons

Pidge just watches Lance like a hawk when he is or is almost hurt, about to do something stupid, or she feels that something might happen.

As cute as this sounds almost losing him has scarred her emotionally and she will do anything to protect.

For Lance the same thing too. He is scarred as well from back when Pidge was almost killed by the son of a quiznak Sendak.

For this reason Lance tries to be near Pidge constantly and tries to get her attention a lot too.

Pidge has learned of Lance’s self deprecation tendency and goes full bear cub where she will just hug Lance when others aren’t around.

Sometimes she will refuse to let go, so like a bear clinging to a tree Lance will walk around with Pidge in the bear cub mode, at that point they won’t care if the others are watching.

The first time Pidge went bear cub mode Lance was so shocked he didn’t even realize that he started crying and desperately hugged her burying his head into her shoulder till a minute later. Even then he still kept at it till he fell asleep. Pidge felt her heart break afterwards.

When Lance sees Pidge is thinking about her family she starts to cry and build robots in frustration he starts to put songs on and coaxes Pidge into singing with him.

Lance likes to pick up cool/round stones/ rocks he finds or whatever catches his eye from wherever team Voltron goes and gives them to Pidge.

Pidge keeps all of them in a box and looks at them when she’s feeling uneasy or stressed.

Lance fidgets a lot and can’t sit still so Pidge makes him a fidget toy with a stone she found, a plant, with the Olkari headband she kept.

He takes it with him everywhere and uses it constantly.

One time he lost it and went ballistic trying to find it.

Turns out it was in his jacket but Pidge was borrowing said jacket.

They take joy rides on the hoverboarding cow Kaltenecker around the castle frequently.

Lance and Pidge share food all the time and don’t even notice it cuz it’s so normal to them.

Pidge and Lance have a constellation “scrapbook” where they go stargazing in one of the castle rooms that has a huge glass surrounding the entire thing and name constellations.

One of the constellations is called Winking Robot. Another one is named Family.

When Pidge was sad about losing Rover Lance spent forever trying to find the perfect constellation and called it Rover.

The boy went all out too, threw pillows and blankets everywhere brought snacks the whole enchilada.

They have a lot of inside jokes the others don’t even understand.

One time every one was fighting so Pidge flat out grabbed Lance’s face and kissed him then revealed that they were dating.

anonymous asked:

thoughts: What if Peter wasn't the right hand, but the caretaker of the pups/family. so his revenge was more like mama-bear/lion. After everything is over he begins with little gift for cora (my little pony, till she tells him she now likes cars more). getting Derek fit for life (college, job) giving pointers for Malia. but the pack doesn't understand, till Cora snaps at them

Omigosh! Why would you give me FEELS like that? 

When Cora looks dubiously at the Fluttershy doll and tells him that she likes cars now, Uncle Peter, Peter hides his flinch between a slight smile, and murmurs something like, “Of course you do. Of course.” 

Six years have passed for them, but for Peter it only feels like yesterday that the pain from the burns finally climbed high enough to overcome his werewolf healing, and he passed out. It feels like only hours, but it also feels like an eternity. He hurt for so long, but in a strange dream-like place where time had no meaning. 

But it’s been six years. 

His pack is gone. Only Derek and Cora remain. And Malia? How can Peter have a daughter who is almost grown, when just a moment ago he was rolling the ground with the cubs, letting them climb over him and growl him into submission? How could Talia take the memories of Malia away from him? How could she do that, and still smile at him and embrace him? 

There is so much Peter doesn’t understand. He doesn’t understand what happened when he came out of the coma. He doesn’t understand who the alpha was–how she smelled familiar, but somehow wrong. Not Talia. A usurper. Not Talia. It wasn’t until she was lying dead on the ground that he realised what he’d done. Laura

Derek is broken now. Cora isn’t much better. And Malia doesn’t feel like pack. These aren’t pups that he can tickle into smiles, or chase their nightmares away. These are adults. 

Peter leaves college brochures around the loft for Derek, and catches him flicking through them more than once. He takes Malia on runs through the Preserve, and shows her how much easier it is to hunt with a partner. She begins to spend more time with the other unshifted too, begins to find herself a place in the pack. Peter helps Cora buy a car for herself. It’s in worse shape than Stiles’s Jeep, but they work on it together for weeks until the engine purrs. 

When it’s done, Cora takes Peter by the hand and pulls him around to the back of the car. There’s a shiny, glittery sticker on the back bumper. Fluttershy. She smiles at him proudly, and Peter’s eyes unaccountably sting with tears. 

Damian Prince: Son of Batman

Hello hello hello! This is Nike! So I finally did this collab. You can sort of tell which one of us wrote each part, but otherwise it’s not really noticable. I really really like this idea though, so expect since not in the future.

I did this with @viruscreates, and she’s going to come up with some designs for Damian.

(I’ve already seen some, they’re amazing.)

And, as I always do, I’m tagging @fishfingersandjellybabies because we both love Damian, and I think that she would love this au.

That, and she’s on a quest to give Damian a ton of parents, and Damian will have a lot in this in the form of older Amazons and others. It’s going to be fantastic.

Anyways, here’s the summary:

In one world Damian reaches the top of the mountain without anyone in the superhero world to aide nor save him.

In one world, Diana wasn’t passing over the Himalayas, tired and losing faith in Man’s World.

This is not that world.


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Tumbleweed, Her #6 - [BAP] Mafia!Au

Originally posted by xhownu

The Brother : Choi Junhong/Zelo

The vines that climbed through the pillars had the morning dew dripping off of them and the chilly breeze had woken up Zelo from his sleep. He started the morning with simple crunches and rinsing his mouth before carefully made a triangle with a card at the top of a tower made of cards.

It improves concentration. It distracts him. It soothes him. He looks around in the small cuboid shape space with two tiny window on the sides. The door was a tad too short from him. Zelo himself is a tall person so he had to cower down a little every time he needs to go out. He took one piece of bread and shoved them in his mouth. He took another two slices of bread and brought them out with him.

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When T’Challa and Tony started dating, the Wakanda King gifted the engineer with a panther cub, to show how serious he was about being with Tony.

“Take her Anthony.” Still hesitant, Tony kept his hands close to his chest.

“But, - I’ve never, -she’s so tiny.” Even though he was to afraid to hold the little cub, he couldn’t help the boyish wonder (and dare he say it, excitement) from his face.

“Anthony,” he quickly passed the cub over and he grinned when he saw how the smaller man quickly moved closer to wrap the cub up in his arms. “She is yours to love and care for, as she will do for you in return.” The genius turned his gaze away from his lover and instead cranned his head so he could look down at his cub. Up close you could see spots in her black coat and cute little whiskers. As if feeling his gaze, the cub took a break from licking and sucking his thumb to look up at him. Blue, the lightest and brightest shade of blue looked up at him before the cutest little squeak sound was made. After that, all his worries and nerves washed away, she was just too … too cute! A little pink tongue came out and licked at his chin which caused an unprompted giggle to escape the human that was now completely wrapped around her little paw.

T’Challa stood off to the side, a fond smile settled on his face as he watched his beloved fall in love with the ball of fur curled in his arms. “What will you name her?”

“Megara.” The dark skinned man just blinked in response.

“What!? Meg is one of the best characters in Disney and she doesn’t get the love she deserves.”

“You do not need to defend yourself, I was just caught … unaware. That is a perfect name. Come Anthony, let’s get her settled.”

It goes without saying that Megara never left Tony’s sight for the rest of the day and the panther stuck to Tony like glue.

hunger - chapter 3

Hunger master post. 

Death and the wolf have walked in step for years now. Death wears Laura’s face, and smells of the fire. Laura lived for three days after the fire. Just three days. And then she died, and the alpha spark went with her. The wolf doesn’t know where it went. Maybe the moon holds it now. Sometimes the wolf looks at the moon and the moon whispers soft words of consolation to him. Sometimes he looks at the moon and it is cold and silent. He howls for the moon some nights, and some nights it listens. When he was a cub, the wolf believed the moon guided his paws through the woods at night, and lit the way home always. The moon saw everything, knew everything, and the moon loved the wolf and his pack. After the fire he turned his back on the moon so that he didn’t have to see her turn her back on him first.

Now, in the narrow, cold alleyway, the wolf stares up at the sky and wonders if the moon still knows him. He wonders if the moon still has a plan for him. He wonders if the moon brought him to Stiles for a reason.

Stiles wants to find home.

The wolf’s heart aches at the word.

Stiles wants to fix something, to make it right. The wolf knows that feeling as well. The frustration, the devastation. The hopelessness.

Death is silent tonight. Her face is pale and beautiful. More somber than Laura’s ever was in life.

Beside him, tucked in between the wolf’s back and the scant shelter the cardboard boxes provide, Stiles sleeps fitfully. He twitches in his sleep like a pup dreaming of rabbits. He makes odd little noises that prick the wolf’s ears, and digs his fingers into the wolf’s ruff for warmth.

All this time the wolf thought he needed to get his boy out into the woods so they could be safe, but perhaps that’s not what the moon intended at all when she led the wolf to Stiles.

Maybe Stiles is not a beginning, but an ending.

Whatever Stiles is here in Beacon Hills to do, then perhaps the wolf is meant to help him. Perhaps they’re not supposed to shake death after all, but to walk with her. Perhaps the moon will guide them both to a new home, in a place where it isn’t cold anymore, and there is no such thing as hunger and the world doesn’t smell like ashes.

Perhaps death’s embrace will be kind.

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Sweet Child Of Woe (Part Three)

Part One    Part Two

“(Y/N) Marcel will be here soon.” Camille called.


“Uhu.” You hummed and stared off into nowhere. Camille clicked her tongue, spotting a tea spoon that was slowly rising and hurried to snap you out of it.


“(Y/N) sweetheart why don’t you go and get dressed.” She let out a puff of relief when you became focused on whatever you were doing in your room.


When Marcel arrived, he had his usual armful of gifts, sweet stories about your Mom, and a cryptic message about New Orleans. You zoned out while they were talking, feeling board and frustrated that you couldn’t go anywhere without Camille, not that it was a new thing it was how you’d grown up.

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anonymous asked:

what you guys do is so freaking amazing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Hibari Yamamoto xanxus and Reborn with pregnant s/o that had been trying to hide pregnany due to fear of rejection i love you guys!!

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Kusakabe would be the one pointing this out to him. Hibari isn’t someone who likes people hovering over his shoulder and he is confident he could take care of himself so Kusakabe is in charge of guarding you. Of course, since he’s used to respecting the privacy of others he would do this in secret so he knew about your trip to the doctor and the results thereafter.

Hibari was never very good at beating around the bush so he confronts you about this immediately. He’s bemused as to why you would keep something like this a secret from him.

You tell him that you love him but you want to keep the baby. You tell him that if he didn’t want the baby you would leave and not bother him with child support and all the technicalities of being a parent because you didn’t want to get in his way.

To which he will respond with a fist through the wall beside your head.

“You are my mate and you have my cub.” he whispered to you fiercely, belying the cold man you had given your body to all this time. “Do you absolutely think I will allow either of you to roam unprotected? If you leave me I will chase you to the very ends of the earth and i will not rest until you are returned to my side.”


He suspected something was up when he saw the unused pregnancy tests still in the box while rifling through your bag for a mint. You tell him it was just to be safe but he had already seen you flinch at his stare.

How could you tell him? He never really said anything about wanting children. Sure he was good with animals but will that translate to children as well? Besides he had all those women practically throwing themselves at him. What if he wants someone else?

He then comes home and catches you locked in the bathroom crying.

He never wants to see you crying so he breaks the door down when you tell him you’re fine and refuse to let him in. As soon as he sees the double lines on the test a big wide smile spreads through his face and sweeps you in his arms before you can even try to explain anything.

“Darling,” he’ll whisper in your ear. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Anything you give me? It’s magic. I won’t let either of you go.”


It seemed like the most logical thing to do.

He was a Mafia Boss. A man with a dark past and an equally dark future.

Would he even love a child that can only be raised in such an environment or will he send you and the baby in some exotic prison to hide you from the world?

When Xanxus finds out he tries to exact revenge. He doesn’t have a good track record when it came to secrets and lies.

As soon as you walk in the bedroom he grabs your arm and throws you on the bed. He then attempts to put his knee on your stomach in an attempt to pin you down.

He becomes satisfied when you scream and curl up to protect your tummy, trembling and frightened and crying, begging him to stop.

And then you feel him lie down beside you and his arms wrapping around you tight. His face buried in your hair as he whispered harshly to you.

“Fucking idiot. Of course I want the brat. Stop keeping things from me, goddammit. You’re mine. Everything you have is mine. You can’t fucking run from me.”


As far as you knew he had never had a serious relationship with anyone. He wasn’t the kind of man who could be tied down. The only reason he’s been with you this long was because… Well you weren’t really sure either.

You knew he was a hitman, you weren’t stupid. He might try to keep things from you but it was hard to ignore the blood and the guns and connections. But despite all that you love him. You want to keep the baby. And if he thinks the baby was going to be in the way of the kind of lifestyle he was living you were prepared to leave if it made him happy. So you try to break it off.

His response was unexpected.

“No.” his voice was firm, his eyes were sharp, you’ve never seen him look so deadly when he was with you. It made your knees weak just staring in his eyes like that. “This is my child. Mine. I’ll kill every last fool who tries to touch my kid, do you understand me? I’m sorry, my love, but you’re my whole world. I can’t have you leave me. If you do I’ll lose what’s left of my soul.”

Aw Hell No

Originally posted by buddyineedyou

Steve Rogers x Howlett! Reader



A/n: this is such an awesome request because Logan gets to be the lil asshole he is :3 by the way, I hope you do not mind me making the reader a mutant like her brother Logan and Victor C:


Genre: Humor, Romance, Family

Rated: Everyone

Warning: Crude humor, swearing, mutant reader.


Author: Chris-Evans-Imagines


You were sitting on the couch in your brothers’ home. Currently, Logan Howlett was arguing with Victor about something stupid.


You thought.

'Why can’t they just get along for once?’

I yelled to the mutants in the kitchen.

Hey! Shut the hell up!”

I stood up and crossed my arms, glaring at them from the kitchen’s archway. They looked at me and I growled out.

“If you two don’t stop arguing like a bunch of cats and dogs, I swear to fucking god both of you are going to have your tongues cut off. I cannot believe you two cannot get along for once. Logan, don’t you fucking dare open your howling screamer.”

I growled at him. Victor sighed and looked over at me. I stated, taking a step forward.

“Got something to say? Say it. I dare you. You know I’m right.”

Victor looked at me and Logan sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.


“Whatever. I am taking a walk. Don’t wreck the house or I’m going to kick both of your guys’ asses and skinning your hides.”

I walked off, slamming the front door and took out my phone. Scrolling through, I picked the contact labeled as 'Stars N’ Stripes’


“Hey Steve.”

“Hey doll. What’s up?”

“The Log Man and the Meow-Festation are arguing again.”

“Let me guess, someone scratched the others back?”

“Yeah, basically. Can we go for a walk or something?”

“Sure. I can actually see you right now.”

You waved furiously and he chuckled. You spotted him and gave him a smile. He smiled and waved.

“I’ll be right there. Don’t wander off, Cat-dog.”

“Ha-ha, very funny. Don’t make me bring the claws out.”

“Ooo I’m scared.”

“You should be. Mroof.”

You heard laughter and Steve held open his arms, closing the phone. You walked over and hugged him. He whispered.

“Can you show me?”

“Let’s go to the lake, and then I will.”

Steve smiled and held your hand. You smiled and walked to the lake, your senses picking up many things. Birds, people, the water washing on the shore. Scents assaulted your nose and you sneezed.

'Bless you.“

"Thanks. There are so many smells here.”

Steve chuckled and you two sat on the shore. Steve watched you as your nails grew into claws and long, jagged claws ripped from in between your knuckles. Steve gently caressed the bones and you smiled softly. Steve stated.

'I’m still so amazed how you have saber-tooth and wolf DNA in you.“

"X Chromosome.”

“I thought Victor was your half brother and Logan was your full blooded brother?”

“They’re both my full blooded brothers. Meow-festation just doesn’t like Logan so he calls him his half brother.”

“What about you? Is Victor nice to you?”

“Victor loves me. When we were younger, Vicci would call me so many names like 'Cub’, 'Kitten’, and even 'Fluffy’.”

Steve chuckled and asked.

“And Logan?”

“Logan likes to keep to himself. However, he will open his howling screamer when need to. He hated it when Vicci called me only feline names. Therefore, Logan is only allowed to call me canine associated names. His favorite is 'Bitch’,”

Steve snorted and you giggled. Steve gently kissed you and you let your claws retract, running your hand through his hair. You froze when you heard.

“Oh hell no.”

You pulled back and there stood Logan and Victor. Logan was scowling while Victor quirked an eyebrow up, a smirk on his face.

“(Y/N), don’t tell me you’re dating Mr. Rogers.”

Victor said. You blushed and smiled, a fang popping out.


Logan snarled and stated, pushing you away from Steve and standing in between you two.

“No you are not.”


He looked back and growled.

“I’m your alpha, you listen to me.”

“I listen to nobody.”

I stated, getting in his face. He snarled and growled out.

“Don’t you try to fight for dominance, (Y/N)! I’m your alpha-”

“-I will. You are not going to take the only thing that makes me feel human away.”

Logan was taken back and I stated.

“I didn’t act like this when you were with Jean.”

Victor whistled and said beneath his breath, dragging Steve his way.

“Low blow, Kitten. Mr. Rogers, you might want to stand back.”


“It’s going to get ugly.”

Logan glared at you and you let your claws out, growling. Logan stated.

“You know I’m a lot stronger than you.”

“Too bad your stupidity overrides it!”

You tackled him and went to scratch his face. Suddenly, arms gripped you by your hips and a voice whispered.

“Kitten, it’s not worth it.”

“Victor! Let me go!”

“I can’t do that. You will kill him. Go with Steve, I’ll take care of this idiot.”

You glared at Logan and Victor set you down. He turned you around and you looked into his eyes. Victor smiled softly.

“You tell me if he hurts you, I’ll let him have a taste of cat.”

You cracked a small smile and stated.

“I can take care of myself, Meow-festation.”

Victor grinned at the name and patted your back, pushing you toward Steve.


You nodded and gave one last look to Logan. You took Steve by the hand and quickly led him off. You heard yelling behind you and Steve whispered.

“Ok. I have to admit this. That really made me nervous.”

You looked at Steve, stated. “Bite me,” and rolled your eyes.


How about omega!Takeda who wants to have cubs of his own badly, but cannot get pregnant no matter what he does? His heats start getting irregular because he’s older. Even the fertility pills he takes don’t work. He blames himself and his age for it. 

Suga got pregnant easily outside heat and he’s about to have twins. When Takeda’s heat does come and alpha!Ukai is there to help him, the pregnancy stick still mocks with a negative result.

He’s starting to give up hope, which is so not like him, because he’s stubborn and determined always. Ukai starts worrying about him and doesn’t know how to comfort him. 

When Ukai makes love to Takeda that night, he does it because he really wants to show to the omega that he loves him, not because of the urgency to knock up Takeda, like what their sex has been lately.

Ukai wipes the tears from Takeda’s eyes when the omega asks why the alpha is still with him when Ukai can look for a better omega who is younger and has more chance of getting pregnant. Ukai just kisses him and tells him that he loves Takeda no matter what and besides they were practically the parents of those karasuno brats. They held each other tightly that night, while Ukai kisses Takeda’s tears away.

When Suga finally gives birth, they visit Daichi and Suga. Takeda immediately falls in love with the twins. They were an interesting pair, since one of them was an alpha and the other was an omega. It’s rare for twins to have different gender, if the other is an alpha, the other twin is too usually. They weren’t identical either.The alpha twin has Daichi’s face but she has Suga’s moles. The omega twin looks exactly like Suga when Suga was a baby, except there were no moles on his face.

Takeda stays almost the entire day in Suga and Daichi’s house to help them with the twins. Initially, Ukai was scared that visiting Suga and Daichi might make his omega upset and sad, but he seems genuinely happy holding the twins in his arms.

On their way home, Takeda becomes depressingly silent. Ukai doesn’t even bother asking why because he knows. That night, when Takeda is curled against Ukai, the alpha can smell his fear and anxiety, which is different from the smell the omega usually gives off when he’s upset about not having a cub. Ukai pulls him closer and asks him what’s wrong. When his omega doesn’t answer immediately, his worry spikes up, until Takeda blurts out that he wants to adopt. 

Takeda’s fear grows stronger, and he starts shaking. After all, most alphas do not like adopting. They refused to accept an outsider in their pack, especially a cub that did not come from their seed. But Ukai kisses his forehead soothingly and tells him that they will look for an adoption agency together.

They adopt a little girl who coos and laughs when she sees Takeda, and pulls and plays with Ukai’s hair. They immediately fell in love with her. 

Dylan Klebold & Brooks Brown

“Long before Eric Harris ever entered the picture, Dylan Klebold was my friend.

We met at Normandy Elemtary School. It was the first day of first grade, a time when school is something new and unexplored. We were young, wide-eyed kids, nervous and excited to be facing this grand new adventure. School, after all, is one of the first steps you take without your parents right there next to you. 

Dylan was a shy kid. The first day of school, he pretty much kept to himself. Yet my parents had always taught me to give new people a chance. So it just seemed natural to go up to Dylan and say hello. 

Once I’d coaxed him out of his shell, I found out that Dylan and I were pretty similiar. For one thing, we were both diehard fans of video games. Both of us owned the Nintendo Entertainment System, the cutting edge of video games in 1987. We became friends right away.

Dylan and I spent little time together during junior high. Not only were we not in the same classes, he wasn’t part of my crowd. While I rebelled, frightening my parents, Dylan kept his anger inside and focused on being a good student. He didn’t really come over to my house any more, and for a while we lost track of each other.

However, Dylan was as much a target for bullies as I was. He was still internalizing his anger and pain, escaping into computers or video games rather than deal with the troubles he faced. But that escape doesn’t last for long. Eventually the player must return to the real world - and when Dylan did that, the treatment he recieved from his classmates affected him deeply.

It wouldn’t be until high school that I would learn just how much.

Imagine your own best friend. Someone you’ve known for almost your whole life. Someone who used to laugh and tell you jokes, and showed you his new Wolf badge from Cub Scouts, and chased frogs with you around the creek behind your grade school on Friday afternoons. Someone who, just yesterday, you skipped school with. Someone you always thought you knew. Now imagine that, in front of nowhere, that friend turns around and guns down over a dozen people.”

- Brooks Brown

Inspiration for this edit: @rebsgoddess  <3


The cutest roar ever! Three-month-old lion escapes from his mother to test out his new voice in South Africa

He may only be three-months-old but this lion cub has proved it is never too early to start practising his roar. The young cat was caught on camera opening his mouth wide and testing out his voice in an South African game reserve.

And tourists who were lucky enough to catch the rare sight said the youngster looked exactly like Simba, star of the 1994 Disney classic, The Lion King. Heinrich Neumayer, from South Africa, snapped the pictures, and said this particular cub seemed to have a big personality.

He said: ‘There were eight cubs in total, but this little one stole the show, no one seemed to notice the others.

'The whole group were stunned by this little guy’s performance, the mischievous cub wasn’t listening to its mother.

'He definitely reminded us of Simba, he didn’t want there to be any rules. He moaned the whole time he was being carried by his mother and ran away as soon as he was let go.

'His mum called him back a couple of times but he was not finished and he didn’t even look in her direction.

'She was not having any of it and started walking to the cub, and continued calling him and he still ignored her.

'When she reached him he quickly tried to run away but she managed to trip him and he tumbled a couple of times.

The professional wildlife photographer and safari guide, snapped the pictures of the captivating cub in the early hours of the morning at the Sabi Sands game reserve, adjacent to the Kruger National Park. He said: 'We could hear the roars of the lion pride throughout the night, but in the early morning we were woke by raucous roars which suddenly pierced through the early hours.

'Our guide quickly walked to each room with his flashlight and gathered all of us for an earlier than usual game drive.

'We hastily made our way to the game drive vehicles and the excitement was electric. 

'Not even five minutes into the drive we found the entire Nkuhuma Pride; the kings responsible for waking us all.’

The pictures show the young lion cub breaking free from his mother before practicing his mighty roar to his adoring crowd. Mr Neumayer explained: 'He paused for a couple of seconds contemplating what to do next, he looked at our vehicle, then the most adorable little cub made an attempted roar.

'Our hearts melted and our cameras fired away!

'There were a lot of oohs and aahs from the group as the cub tried to state his authority.

'This little brave heart surely made it worth waking up so early and he stole our hearts.

'With a will of his own and not following any rules, this little fluff ball is all set to be a one of a kind ruler.' 

A variation on the Little Shiro and Baby Keith drawing, this time with Shiro as a Teeny Tiny Galra Cadet.

(AU idea behind that being that the Garrison paid a tribute of 117 human children and infants – hence part of Shiro’s prisoner number, 117 – to the Empire in exchange for not being invaded. The youngest children are fostered by trusted soldiers of the Empire, indoctrinated with the intention of sending them back as double agents when they’re older. What, you didn’t think Zarkon was actually going to keep his promise not to invade, did you?

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Okay, I just did “lie” because there’s a lot of dishonesty in my fic and it felt disingenuous to say that there were 0 hits.

draft: another chance for us to get it right
Ginny lingered at the door of the balcony, the sight of Mike’s hunched, shadowy form leaning against the railing, beckoning her out. Still, her hand lay on the handle and she hadn’t yet convinced herself to push and cross that line.

It would be a lie to say that she hadn’t seen Rachel leave the balcony alone and watched, hawk-eyed for Mike to make an appearance, too. But time ticked on, closer and closer to midnight, and her captain didn’t return to the party.

draft: way more than you hate it
Still, when he saw the backs of the Cubs, it would be a lie to say that he wasn’t a little bit relieved. 

Well, the backs of most of them. 

Mentally, Mike went through a tally of the guys he’d seen come in and realized one was missing. He hadn’t really thought to check and see who was leaving, too happy that they were actually going. A few nightmare scenarios ran through his mind: Bryant trying to put the moves on Ginny and her being into it, her meeting Baez and deciding to adopt another hothead, Arrieta offering to let her rub the beard for luck…

draft: guys like you ch. 2
Or maybe, that’s just the way Mike growls—fucking growls!—in her ear, “Don’t lie to me, Ginny.”

Fuck. This shouldn’t be so hot. The commanding tone that has made her roll her eyes so often on the field definitely gets a different reaction now. Not to mention the fact that Ginny’s never considered herself much of an exhibitionist. But now, wedged between the dark wood of the library shelves and the hard press of Mike’s body where anyone could find them, she is undeniably turned on.

follow up to “forgetting is so long”
Mike would love to say that he was being a moody son of a bitch for reasons that had nothing to do with his favorite pitcher, but that would be a god damn lie. And, Christ. Yes, he had a fucking favorite, okay?

draft: easy as 1, 2, 3
If, after meeting Miss Baker, Mike made more of a point to be a visibly hands on parent, especially around Maddie’s school, he told himself he was just taking advantage of the off season to hang out more with his kid.

And it wasn’t even a lie. He hadn’t actually realized there were so many volunteer jobs in Maddie’s classroom. Things had definitely changed since he was in school.

draft: why do the yankees always win? ch. 6
“That doesn’t change the fact that you’re dating someone and didn’t tell me.”

There wasn’t much Ginny could say to that. She could say that she and Mike weren’t dating, but more and more, that was starting to feel like a lie.

She hasn’t had many boyfriends in her life, but Mike Lawson is better than all of them. And has stuck around longer, too.

draft: anything you can do
“Do you really think I’m boring in bed?”

Ginny opened one eye to find Mike not staring intently down at her feet, but directly at her. She shrugged, not trusting herself to give a verbal response. She wasn’t even sure if she was capable of a verbal response. But Mike was still staring at her, waiting for an answer, so she’d have to try.

“Probably not,” she admitted, wishing she could lie and say she hadn’t thought about it. Mike knew all her tells, so it would be pretty pointless. “If your satisfied customers are to be believed, at least. But there’s no way you’re better than I am.”

Daddy Misses His Puddin’

Requested by shadowreaper1997xx :  Can I request a joker X reader where the joker is home alone so he decides to masturbate and think of the reader, but the reader comes home and discovers him being naughty? Lots of moans and purrs from the joker please ;)

Warnings: Smut, Daddy kink, swearing… 


Your boyfriend was known for his business within the crime scene in Gotham, usually people who were in business with him were not particular nice people… then again your boyfriend wasn’t exactly a saint..

What many people didn’t know is that you and J shared some businesses, he didn’t necessarily like taking you with him to meetings, considering his meetings never really went smoothly, so to put you into any unnecessary danger seemed ridiculous to him.

This time it was different, a partner of his had asked to meet up to come to some sort of agreement on some ammunition he needed. As J was about to set a place he was caught off guard when the person asked to instead meet with you, knowing very well a meeting with J usually ended up with at least someone dying.

Originally posted by ericscissorhands

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Interference (pt 17)

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

pt 1 | pt 2 | pt 3 | pt 4 | pt 5 | pt 6 | pt 7 | pt 8 | pt 9 | pt 10 | pt 11 | pt 12 | pt 13 | pt 14 | pt 15 | pt 16 | pt 17 |

Officer!Jimin x Reader AU

Warning??: He just talks about his childhood it doesn’t talk explicitly, just implications of death and abuse really.

Instead of taking you back to the living room, he leads you into his room where he sits you down on his bed. The queen-sized mattress is familiar, dipping under both of your weights. It takes you back to the time Taehyung handcuffed you both. How you had to spend a night in Jimin’s room, a pillow wedged between you both.

You suddenly feel insecure, lowering your head when you realize your dimple is out on display for him. But your insecurity doesn’t match the amount of anxiety and fear that’s swelling up inside of Jimin as he glances at you warily.

He doesn’t know how to start, suddenly clearing his dry throat and scratching the back of his neck.

Eventually he starts. At the very beginning, when his father left him and his mother, the woman going insane in result. It had been gradual at first, her attacks more verbal than physical as she began to go out more, drinking and looking for a replacement. Then it became violent, fear grabbing at his younger self and forcing him into a cage of trauma and loneliness. He could vividly remember his thoughts and feelings, the pain and the torture. He was utterly lonely. He had to face this ordeal all on his own, wishing for a day that he’d be able to escape from the punishments that laid waste to his body. No one was there to help him survive, he did it on his own despite his desire to keep taking it until he could feel no more and finally part from a nightmarish life such as his.

Jimin paused every now and then, gauging your reaction, only to find you concentrated on solely him. Your expression was distressed, eyes glossy as he continues on about Chief Ahn, coaxing him to escape and providing him a switchblade. You immediately knew where this was going, Jimin trembling and out of breath, choked out how he continuously stabbed his mother, after she tried strangling him, even after she was no longer breathing. Everything had built up, the pain, the loneliness, the depression, and came flooding out of him in that moment he decided he needed to defend himself or else he was not going to be escaping any time soon.

At that time, Jimin might’ve been wary of any men who saw any kind of attraction in the monster that had been his mother. But no one has ever reached out to him before, and he would’ve taken anything to escape that hell house. If Chief Ahn hadn’t pushed him, maybe he’d be rotting away dead after so many beatings at this moment. That still didn’t change the fact however that he had gone ahead and murdered her.

He went on about meeting Min Yoongi, the boy who took him into his family and treated him like a little brother. Through him he had met Namjoon who had a great sense of justice and deduction, prompting them to join him in studying to be a detective. Taehyung had been the goofy and yet serious-when-needed kid when they went to a training academy, unsurprisingly becoming Jimin’s best friend despite their polar opposite personalities. Hoseok and Seokjin were met at the precinct.

Then the story took a turn and he spoke about Jungmi, how they met, how he totally fell head over heels for her. He was blinded, thinking that maybe not all females were terrible. He’d sincerely thought the guys were being hypocrites, that Taehyung was only jealous, that Yoongi was trying to get with Jungmi. Up until he found her in bed with another man.

Of course. Of course. They were not to be trusted, he told himself. Women were the epitome of evil. Liars. Succubi. He despises them.

Another side of him thought they were horrible beings. Scary creatures hidden under the skin of a human. That side feared them. They were not only scary, but they were weak. Easily killed. Easily broken. Easily giving into lunacy.

He hates, hates, hates them. Despises, detests, loathes.


Startled, his body jumps slightly at his name being called.

Hands reach out to him, for a second they’re drenched in scarlet and he’s retreating away in fear until he blinks to only find them clean. Glancing up, you’re there, knelt on the ground before him with a soft smile lighting up your expression.

You’re an angel, he thinks. Whereas another side of him believes that its all a facade, that you’re nothing like an angel, only a manipulative demon that’s ready to tear out his innards until he’s no more.

However, you gently swipe your fingers over the tears that had been rolling down his cheeks. Your fingertips are soft, careful and hesitant as you catch the crystals that fall from his stinging mocha eyes.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, voice sounding much like a melodic lullaby, one that he vaguely remembers his mother singing to him when his father was still with them. A brief reminder that his mother had once been the most beautifullest woman to ever walk the earth until she became one of the most hideous and most terrifying creatures to set foot on it.

You carefully stand up and Jimin is quick to throw his arms around your waist and bury his face into your stomach. Your chest tightens at the sight, letting your hands dangle at your sides just like the last time he’s opted to holding you.

Surely what he’d done in the past would bother you, haunt you even, but not as much as they haunted and tortured the man - who was much like a scared child at the moment. However that was the past, Jimin is a good person, you believe. If he hadn’t done what he did, then he wouldn’t be here. It was a matter of be killed or kill and survive. He never meant to attack his mother, it was self-defense, and yet he still blames himself and lets it haunt him that he killed the woman who gave life to him.

Jimin falls asleep like that, waking up immediately when you try to pry away his arms, only to refuse to let go of you. He’s much like a little lamb, a cub, a pup even, urging you onto the bed and curling up into your back with his arms around your middle.

His calmed breaths lull you into a deep sleep, falling into a serene darkness that is later interrupted by the intervention of sunlight pouring in from the narrow crevices of the window blinds. You expect him to be curled up against you when you wake up, only to be surprised by your front row seat view of his marred backside.

The older is in the midst of getting ready for work, picking through his closet for a shirt, until you inevitably squeak in surprise.

He jumps, yanking off the nearest clothing to shield his torso as he turns to regard you with an embarrassed frown. The blood has rushed to his cheeks, and my goodness, how could someone look cute while simultaneously having the blessed body of a god? However, you stray away from the fact that he is absolutely gifted with toned and rippling muscles, and focus on the fleshy marks that decorate his skin.

“Sh-shit… how long have you been awake?” he asks, eyes flitting around the room and landing on everything except you. He’d woken up that morning nestled into your middle. Instinct almost had him shoving you off the bed, instead he quickly pulled away with a fiery blush crossing over his cheeks and his heart pounding loudly in his chest.

There had been that usual feeling of revolt and disgust. Underneath that was a foreign sensation that spread across his chest whenever he gazed too long at your slumbering form. A side of him wished to crawl back to your side and continue holding you against him. That side wanted to prolong the moment of sleeping beside you, so much that he could possibly have wanted to sleep the day away with you instead of going to work.

“Not long…” you whisper, shifting to sit at the edge of his bed. Should you ask? Or should you leave it as an untold mystery until he finds the will inside him to tell you?

As if he had heard your distressed thoughts, he tentatively made his way over to you, taking a seat beside you. “You must be thinking up a storm, huh?” he muses, glancing at you.

“Or perhaps you’re ogling at my body and thinking of nasty little thoughts, you pervert.”

The corners of his lips twitch at your expression twisting in shock as you lean away from him, dumbfounded by his accusation. There’s a miniscule of a smile that’s threatening to break out on his face, his throat rumbling with a chuckle that you catch.

“It’s nothing special,” you snort playfully, “I’m sure I’ve seen be–”

You pause, a sudden wave of dizziness washing over you. You can vaguely hear Jimin call out to you, his voice drowned out as though your head was being dunked underwater. Black races across your vision, your senses shutting down when one second everything fades to black and in a blink you’re in a room completely different from Jimin’s. It’s one that’s nostalgic, bringing forth a feeling of comfort.

“Like what you see (Y/n)?”

Glancing over, instead of Jimin, there’s that man again, whom you’ve previously assumed his name was Jungkook or Kookie. And much like how Jimin was, he’s standing there in all his glory, shirtless with only a fluffy white towel hanging low around his hips.

His moist, honey skin glistens under the intruding sunlight, bathing his body in some kind of godly light that accentuated the dips and indents of his muscular torso.

“Pfft.. are you kidding?” you laugh, although your cheeks are glowing a definite hue of scarlet and you definitely can’t keep your eyes off the gift that is his amazingly sculpted body, “I’ve seen better than whatever that is.”

“Oh?” he smirks, one brow raising suggestively but you’re not phased by it, more like it makes you smile at his antics, “Shall we check the lower half then?”

“Nooooooooooooo!” You exclaim furiously, even jumping to your feet to emphasize your rejection as soon as his fingers curl around the hem of the towel.

He grins, bunny-like front teeth peeking out from underneath his upper lip as he grins at you, “I was just kidding you little perv… or maybe you actually wanted to see me naked…”

He mock gasps, “(Y/n)! I thought we were best friends, I never knew you saw me like that!”

“I don’t, you little shit! Are you sure you’re not the one who has feelings for me?!” You pout, an utter lie through your teeth when you knew full well that as of recently you’ve come to terms that you were starting to develop feelings for your best friend. They were feelings way too intimate to be felt towards a friend.

He grins cryptically at you before he turns around to look through the closet for clothes.

“Maybe… maybe not.”

The scene ends with him taking out clothes, the conversation casual and small. You regain consciousness with a sharp inhale, eyes peeling open to see Jimin and Taehyung hovering over you with concern written all over their expressions. Taehyung has a cell phone cradled close to his ear, quickly speaking to whoever before hanging up with a relieved sigh.

You wonder, since Taehyung’s here, if he questioned Jimin about why you’re even in his bed in the first place.

“You gave us a little scare (Y/n),” he smiles softly, slipping his phone into his pocket, “I was just on the phone with a 119 operator.”

Jimin, who’s now wearing a shirt to cover his torso, heaves a heavy breath. “Did you remember something?” He must’ve remembered the first time you had gotten a memory with their help, how you knocked out. At that time he’d gotten a panic attack, the crime scene a reminder of his murderous deed.

Maybe you should tell them. You’ve been keeping your memories of that Jungkook person a secret from them, it was only fair since they were going through the trouble of giving you hospitality and helping you out that you tell them.

“Yeah… for a while my memories have only been about a person… and well…”

“Great!” Taehyung cut in, exclaiming with a bright grin, “Maybe we can find them, is it a he or a she, do you have a name and a face?”

The brunette overwhelms you with questions, but you can assume that he’s just excited that you’re one step further to regaining your memories. He’s grinning widely and his eyes are scrunched, gazing at you with a glimmer of eagerness.

“Jung… k-kook?… I think that’s what his name was…” you mutter, wondering how you were supposed to describe his looks. It’s not like they could so magically somehow find him, what if he was no longer living in South Korea, or what if he didn’t live in the area?

Jimin snorts from his spot, drawing both yours and Taehyung’s attention to him, “Well that’s helpful, maybe a last name to eliminate the hundreds of men named Jungkook.”

You shoot him an irritated glare, to which he meets firmly.

Jeon Jungkook.”

“Do you know what he looks like? Maybe you might recognize someone in the street,” Taehyung attempts at a smile, ignoring the frown on his partner’s face that seems to grow in size each passing second.

“Because there’s a very high chance that the guy will be in Seoul,” the elder sneers sarcastically, “Who knows he might be halfway across the planet, or even six feet under.”

“You never know Jiminie,” the brunette pouts, not phased by the bite in the former’s tone, “Come on, let’s get ready to go soon, yeah?”


Maybe Taehyung chose to ignore it, or he was plotting something, but you wondered if he was ever going to touch on the subject of why you were even in Jimin’s room to begin with. Upon entering the precinct, you found that it had been the latter after all when the first thing he exclaimed to the guys was: “Guess who I found in Jiminie’s bed this morning!!”

The orange-haired male immediately smacked him upside the back of his head while you looked down, hands reaching up to tug the bill of the hat to shield your face from the intrusive eyes.

Boisterous laughter arose around the room, along with some catcalls mostly from Namjoon, who is eventually chastised by Seokjin. Risking a glance up, you immediately notice the miniscule smirk on Yoongi’s face, raising a brow at you. Beside you, Jimin is pouting like a child, muttering how it was a misunderstanding and that they’re - in his words - perverted dumbasses.

“I think my predictions were right, you are a witch,” Yoongi jokes when you sit down in the lounge with him, accompanied by Jimin who is silently stirring his coffee. Puffs of steam rolled off its surface, rising and unfurling until it finally dissipated. From where you sit, you are pleased by the heavenly nutty aroma of grounded coffee beans.

“She knows, hyung.”

Those three words were enough to totally change something in Yoongi’s attitude. Like the flip of a switch, there’s a recognition that settles in the darkness of his irises, smirk falling into a taut line.

“Everything?” is his only response, gaze growing in intensity as he glances between you both.

Jimin nods firmly, and at that moment Taehyung peers into the room and calls out for the former who abandons his mug in favor of moving to check on his partner.

When the door is shut, Yoongi relaxes in his chair with a subtle smile, regarding you with a kind expression.

“So you did it,” he starts off slowly, “I knew you could.”

“Maybe I have,” you sigh fleetingly, sinking into your seat now that the intensity of the atmosphere has decreased, “I’m sure he’s still guarded heavily, but it was both a relief and scare to hear about what happened from him.”

Yoongi makes a noise of agreement, “That brat is stubborn, but you can’t really blame him for the way he acts the way he does.”

“You’re a brat too,” you frown, to which he raises a curious brow, “You told me you were just a colleague of his! But you’re like his adoptive brother!”

“That was for you to find out, and for Jiminie to say of his own free will,” he grins, a chuckle rumbling from throat, “This is his past, not mine.”

Yoongi has never grinned so widely in front of you before, and you’re greatly surprised by how his lips stretch back and even reveal the pink of his gums. His eyes are arched into half moons as he smirks at you.

“How about you huh, Taehyung let slip that you and Jiminie were sleeping together.”

Face heating up significantly, you frown at him, “I was only comforting him!”

The blonde laughs at your response, calling bull shit jokingly, and you can only sigh and crack a soft smile.

You’ve only progressed a rather large step, but Jimin’s wall is colossal. It’s tall in height and thick in width. The fact that he’s able to trust you with information so personal, it makes warmth spread across your chest.

You only hope that he doesn’t patch up the opening he’s decided to let you through, and continue to letting you break down his walls. You hope that you’re around long enough to achieve that benefit.

A Family Of Bears [REQUEST]

I’m so sorry this took so long! I’m slowly working through all my requests, plus I started back at work so it’s all been a bit chaotic but I’m on top of it now and I’ll be getting those requests out for you.

I hope you like this scenario! It’s my longest one to date so the majority of it in under ‘keep reading’ so it doesn’t take up too much space on people’s dashboards. ENJOY!

Jade xo

“Mummy, mummy, mummy!” Your little two year old came charging into the kitchen like a police car with his sirens on, a big bundle of energy like he had been all morning. He clung to your legs, making it hard for you to finish cleaning the dishes. “When are we going to see Daddy? I want to surprise Daddy!”

You dried your hands on your jeans and lifted him on your hip. “Have you finished packing your backpack yet?” you asked, tickling him as you walked into the lounge. He nodded quickly through his giggles and wiggled out of your arms onto the sofa. “Let me see what you packed then.”

While he ran off to get his backpack, you grabbed your shoes out of the cupboard. You must have got up too fast because you felt a bit dizzy and your vision seemed to go fuzzy. By the time your son came whizzing back into the room, you were back on the sofa with your hand against your forehead.

“Here you go Mummy!” he exclaimed, handing you his backpack while he rolled onto the sofa next to you. When you opened it, you laughed at what he had packed: a few toy cars, his colouring book and favourite crayons and a lot of snacks. “They are for Daddy and Uncles,” he explained proudly.

“Well Daddy is always hungry,” you commented quietly, zipping up his backpack. “Let’s go and see him then!” you cried, getting to your feet and slipping into your wedges. “Go and put your trainers on.” He whizzed off with his backpack already on his back while you grabbed your bag, keys and phone of the table and joined him at the door.

He was jumping up and down waiting for you. “EXO, fighting!” he cheered, raising his fist in the air. You laughed at his cute pose and opened the door for him. “Let’s go! Come on Mummy!”

Already he was pestering you and you hadn’t even left the house.

The pair of you slowly walked down the hill to the bus stop. He kept trying to run off without you but he was so accident prone, you kept his hand firmly in yours to keep him safe. However as soon as he saw the bus stop, he yanked his hand out and practically sprinted to all the people already gathered. You tried to run after him but you started to feel dizzy again. Your vision blurred as all the blood rushed to your head and the ground fell out from beneath you.

The last thing you remembered was your little boy crying for his mummy.

Chanyeol sat back in the makeup chair and scrolled through the photos on his phone of his little boy while someone powdered his face and fixed his eyeliner. The photos were from their recent day out they had spent together, just the two of them. Chanyeol rented a bike with a little trailer attached so he could ride his son around the park. They had a little picnic and Chanyeol taught him to do roly polies … sort of.

He closed his eyes and leaned back, tilting his head up like the makeup artist asked so she could fix his eye makeup. As he did, he wondered what the pair of you were doing at home, laughing at the thought. Your little boy was probably running around making a mess and causing chaos and you were most likely chasing after him with a packet of wet wipes and a juice carton to distract him. Chanyeol wished he could be with you both: he was probably missing so much of his son’s life. At the same time though, he had to work hard for his family, meaning he had to do his best in the TV performance today.

Just then, someone tapped him on the shoulder, pulling him out of his revere. It was one of the managers with a worried and sad expression on his face. He said your name and your heart dropped. “She’s been admitted to hospital. I’m not sure why, the doctors wouldn’t say,” his manager explained, running a hand through his hair like he did when he was stressed.

Chanyeol was instantly out of his chair, a million thoughts running through his head. “I have to go there now. Which hospital is it?” he asked, searching for his bag.

“National,” his manager told him, passing Chanyeol his coat and bag. “There’s a car outside for you.”

“Ok,” he said, taking a long breath to try and calm himself. He shrugged into his coat and walked over to the others. Judging by their worried expressions, they had already heard. “I need Sehun to sing my part,” he explained, his voice shaky as his worry leaked through. “I don’t know how long I’ll be.”

Baekhyun got to his feet and placed a hand on Chanyeol’s shoulder reassuringly. “Don’t worry about us. Just get to the hospital and make sure your girlfriend is ok,” he told him sternly, although his authoritive stance was diminished by the fact he had to look up at Chanyeol.

“And keep in touch,” Junmyeon added.

Chanyeol gave them all a quick and weak smile before slinging his bag over his shoulder and practically sprinting out of the dressing room.

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anonymous asked:

please tell me you've got more headcanons and stuff on pix and arrow, i'm in love with them!!

Time to brainstorm this thing
Note: Keith is half Galra in this AU
The post is very long btw, I decided to take out the Read More thing bc it won’t show the whole thing in my phone lmao

  • Sleeping habits
    • Pix sleeps like a baby. No sound. At. All. 
      • (Maybe some tiny snores and/or squeaks but that’s it)
    • Arrow sleeps as if he’s snorting instead of snoring
    • RIP Pix’s ears when he sleeps with his brother “Help me”
    • When one of them gets a night terror, they immediately reach out for each other, even in their sleep.
  • They both cuddle, with their tails entwined (Clinging almost)
    • Their tails/hands unconciously entwine with each other, w/o them realizing (most of the time, it’s just the tails)
    • So if they’re walking away to do something real quick, their butts always seem to find the floor. Makes them turn dark indigo every time lmao such weebs
  • Their tails function similarly to some animals, such as dogs (wagging), cats (curling/swaying/puffing out when startled or pissed, etc), possums (hanging/clinging onto something), and others (I’ll leave that to your imagination lol) 
    • The tails also act like a human hand (pointing, poking, etc)
  • Arrow is the one who looks like who can kill you, but is actually a softie (he was a shy and gentle cub back then and still is up to this day….)
  • Pix looks like a cinnamon roll (which he is tbh) but can actually kill you
  • Either one will stand up for the other when hurt (Mostly the paladins though tbh)
    • Case 1
      • * Person A laughs/insults Pix*
        • Arrow: wHAT DID U SAY U QUIZNAK
      • OR
      • * Person A laughs/insults Arrow*
        • Pix: Oh the hakuna mATATA IS OUT THE WINDOW COME HERE YOU SHIT (Lance and Pidge get a lecture with Shiro later lmaoo)
    • Case 2
      • Twins: *laughs as they bond with the team*
      • Person B: oh my y r there galras here
      • Person C: What trash—
        • Keith: sAY THAT AGAIN I DARE U
        • Pidge: fITE ME
        • Hunk: wHAT DID U SAY
        • Shiro: *just narrows eyes and lets his hand glow* (he isn’t one to shout weird things unlike his kids…..maybe)
  • When Coran tests out their coordination in those exercises that he made the paladins do in Episode 2, Pix and Arrow just FLOORS him at how they understand each other, from the maze to the handcuffing thing at the dinner table.
    • Lance: I zapped like a thousand times in that maze because of Keith!!! How are you not getting zapped, not even once????
    • Pix (in the maze) and Arrow (giving instructions): Lol
  • When the two sit next to each other, the team always find them leaning on one another, and/or scratching one other’s ears or head
    • They feed each others’ mouth when they have popcorn or something during a movie
  • Panic attacks set in the moment the two are separate (different rooms, barriers that keep them a few feet away, etc) 
    • They’re fine w/o holding each other but only if they’re side by side
  • Arrow is the most logical between the two, but in fact, he likes what Pix comes up with:
    • “Arrow lets do the thing”
    • “Aight”
    • *few moments after thing*
    • 9 out of 10, Arrow would actually proceed in doing Pix’s plan
      • the 1 is where Arrow is having the mix feelings of “I don’t wanna” and “but it sounds cool and I wanna try it out” 
      • Example >> Pix wanted them to dress in drag for undercover missions
      • “R u serious” “Do I look like I’m joking”
      • *comes out wearing said clothing*
      • “…I still hate this.”
  • Lance and Pix are partners in crime in pranks and stuff
    • They always seem to target Keith
      • “wHO puT PINK DyE IN mY SHAMPOO—”
    • But they include the others as well, but not as bad as the things that they do to Keithy lmao
  • The paladins realise something when they watch the twins make their meals: the two cooks meals for each other and always seem to get of what the other is craving
      • “Bro I made you ______ and ______.” 
      • “Yasss”
    • This also applies to small tasks, such as fixing each others’ clothes
  • Pix and Arrow are both suckers for pets/scratches
    • Pix will purr so loud and just…lean onto you….
      • He’ll accept them any time, any day
      • Pix is like those dogs that would just nudge your hand if you stop scratching/petting
    • Arrow is like Pix, but puts a tsundere front lmao (weak spots are his neck and ears, and probably his horn thingie on his head)
      • The moment you scratch him, he’ll just…..drop dead on the floor, purring so loudly while mumbling “i hate this” under his breath (his limbs always seem to turn into jelly every time)
      • “I don’t like pets okay?? What’s the big deeeeeeeaahhh—*drops*
      • Lance: *stops scratching ear and leans down* 
      • Lance: Y u always lying
  • The twins ask the paladins about their likes/dislikes/comfort zones/etc and they just…takes them into heart. They don’t like forcing things onto the gang if it’s something that they don’t like. (The team’s love for them expands a ten fold every time.)
  • Before the team found Pix and Arrow, the two had no clue on what a proper meal looks like, so Hunk makes them a meal as the two recover from the cyro pods
      • “What’s this?”
      • “I figured that you guys are hungry, so I might as well make you two some food! A full meal this time.”
      • But when the twins take their first bite, they squeak and try to suppress their joy in having a nice meal (tears included) and it just makes Hunk clutch his chest like oh my god???? When was the last time they ate a full meal??
      • Hunk then goes to the team, who are waiting by the lounge, and just yells gUYS WE HAVE TO MAKE A FEAST, LIKE RIGHT NOW………………..Which then results in having a little party for the twins (they love it and just softly cries about it)
  • Also, due to the twins’ stay in the planet where the paladins found them, they know some exotic food recipes that they managed to create so that they can survive emphasis on managed to create and surprisingly, it’s not that bad for humans.
    • this makes Hunk their cooking buddy every time it’s time to eat
    • “You used ____ to make ____ ??? Woah….”
    • “We can like, show you a few recipes, if you want?”
  • Shiro is like, really wary of them at first, since his experience with Galras aren’t exactly pleasant (but not to the point of trauma, because his PTSD is more on the time when he was experimented on and stuff like that)
    • But when he finds the twins in the observation deck, he kind of breaks a little when he sees how the two look, both distraught and exhausted. Shiro relates to them on a level that he has to comfort them
      • “Does this make me your dad”
      • “Shiro you’re kind of younger than us but whatever lmao”
  • Pidge can also confide in them when they miss their dad and brother
    • “You miss your family too, huh?” (This also includes Lance)
    • The four (twins, Pidge and Lance) mostly just lean on each other in the observation room, or maybe lounging area, every time they want comfort (Pidge always brings their laptop but whatever)
    • Pix is the one who comforts you with reassuring words, hugs/touches and etc, while Arrow is more on the silent comfort where he just leans on you/lets his tail curl around your wrist or somewhere idk and just listens to you rant about shit until you feel exhausted but better than before.
      • Both are good with hugs/touches tbh
      • The team loves it every time their tails curl around their legs/wrist every time one of them feels upset
  • Sparring with Keith and Shiro though
    • Keith is absolutely fLOORED (literally) at how good the twins are. But Pix and Arrow are on the same level as Shiro so it’s a tie between the three. 
    • “D-Damn…you guys are good.” “Y-You too, Shiro, wow…”
  • The twins are like big brothers to everyone; they give moral support when necessary (the ones who come to them for advice and stuff, or just hanging around them, are mostly Keith, Lance, Pidge and, maybe, Shiro)
    • Lance: *drapes himself over the twins’ laps while the two are sitting on the couch, relaxing*
    • Arrow: *moves his fingers through Lance’s hair*
    • Pix: Lemme guess……..Keit—
    • Lance: I don’t wanna talk about that mullet right now just keep on doing that thing with your hand pls
  • Princess Allura and Coran are extremely wary of the twins, due to their past experience before their 10k year sleep and the twins’ galran heritage and stuff like that. The only time they change their minds is when the team was under attack.
    • Allura was cornered and outnumbered, but before the drones’/soldiers’ shots can even reach her skin, the twins jumped in and took the blow with their shields that form into one HUGE shield when attached to one another.
      • Allura: “I-I…”
      • Pix: “You alright, Princess??” Arrow: “Are you hurt??”
        • And of what makes Allura double take and rethink her actions for the past few days, is the genuine concern from the twins.
        • She tells Coran all about it after the team returns back into the Castle.
        • Coran absorbs every word by heart and strides over to the twins, who visibly tensed up, as if they were expecting another rude comment or something, but made a sound when Coran enveloped them with a hug. Pix in his left arm, and Arrow in the other.
          • Twins: OvO !!!!
          • Coran: Thank you for saving Allura. I—We, thought wrongly of you. I apologise for our past actions and behaviour.
          • Allura: We truly are. *joins into the hug*
          • Twins: *slowly embraces Coran and Allura back, still looking confused but happy as hell*
          • Paladins: *soft crying/sniffles*
  • Bonus: Treats Keith like a little brother (but not as fatherly as Shiro ofc, no one can surpass the space dad)
    • Keith @ someone: Think that you’re so tough?? Huh?? I can probably take down your 9 foot ass and chop down your legs—
    • Twins: We apologize for our baby brother
    • Keith: I am nOT A BABy
    • Twins: Hush now

This is what I thought up so far!! Hope it fills u in on what the twins’ personalities are!! :D

Tywin x Stark!Reader pt. 3

((Here ya go! I hope you all like it! For my first request since my return, I think I did pretty good. I wasn’t too sure what to write for this sooo I just…wrote the first idea that popped into my head that I liked haha))

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