Joseph: Joseph does what Joseph does best, he runs away from it. He’s sat in the hospital chapel, head in his hands, staring at the floor, staring at nothing. He can’t let himself cry, if he does he’ll feel it. The fear, the aching. He prays for Dadsona to pull through, he prays to be in his place. He doesn’t move until he hears Amanda’s arrived and then he has to be the strong one so he pushes back the agony in his heart and goes to wait with her.
Hugo: He was at the school when he got the news, he doesn’t think he just goes, races all the way to the hospital, trying to convince himself that everything was going to be fine. He paces so much you think he’d have eroded away the hospital floor. He doesn’t break until he gets a phone call from Ernest asking ‘where the hell is he?’ When Hugo tells him, Ernest goes quiet and then tells him he’ll be right there.
Mat: He breaks down the moment that he gets the call. He doesn’t go immediately, he can’t. Caremsita finds him still crying in the living room when she gets home. They go together, Mat feels terrible for being so emotional weak in front her but he can’t help it. Every time he thinks on the situation he’s in, of losing someone again, he’s in tears again.
Robert: The first thing he thinks of doing is getting a drink (or maybe 7) but he pushes the urge aside. He won’t be let into the hospital if he shows up drunk. So forces himself to sit in the waiting room, agitated, afraid, frozen. He wants to bail, to whittle, to drink! To do anything that will distract him from the choking sensation and stinging in his eyes.
Craig: He actually drops the phone. He’s stood in the middle of the field with his team. This can’t be happening, he thinks, they were supposed to always be together. How can this be happening. The mums start noticing him just standing there, then the kids do too. The twins try to shaking him from the trance of denial. They’re scared, he’s scared, River starts crying like she knows what’s happening and then he’s running to the car shouting about how they have to go.
Damien: Damien didn’t know how to process the news. He drives to Lucien’s school and just walks right into his classroom to collect him because he doesn’t know what to do. He’s quiet until they’re in the car and then the emotion just starts pouring from him. He’s shaking with each sob, Lucien holds him for a long moment before managing to calm him down. “He’ll pull through, Dad.”
Brian: He doesn’t really realise the gravity of the situation until he’s at the hospital and the doctor’s spewing medical jargon in his face. He hears the words “Might not make it” and goes faint, he has to sit down. He’s so pale the doctor’s worried about him actually passing out. He just sits for awhile staring at the walls as the world goes fuzzy around him feeling like he’s going to be sick. Then he thinks about having to explain this to Daisy and about Amanda suddenly being alone and he’s in tears.
Imagine one day Ernest and Lucien are playing video games. And it’s a Friday night, so they don’t have school the next day.
Damien and MC are upstairs in Damien’s library doing something or other.
When suddenly, they hear MC’s voice from the entrance to the living room.
“Hey, Lucien?”
Lucien and Ernest are in the middle of a match.
Lucien doesn’t even look away from the screen.
“Yeah, dad?”
MC doesn’t answer for a moment. Ernest’s character falters on the screen, and Lucien immediately takes the chance to attack him.
Finally, after a few moments of silence MC says that, “Damien and I are heading out to the movies. You guys wanna come with us?”
“Nah, Ernest and I will just hang out here,” Lucien replies, still focused on his game.
“Alright. I’ll leave some money on the counter, so you guys can order yourself some pizza okay?”
“Thanks, love you!”
There’s another moment of silence.
And then a suspiciously squeaky, “Love you too!”
MC and Damien leave for their date.
There’s a few minutes of relative quiet, the only noises coming from the fighting characters in the tv.
“So…” ventures Ernest eventually. “How long’s that been going on?”
“What?” asks Lucien, completely confused.
“You know, the thing with MC,” Ernest replies. Then, when Lucien still doesn’t say anything for a few minutes, “Not that there’s anything wrong with it. I mean, I know more than anyone what an ass your other biological father was to you and Damien, so I guess I’m happy for you that you seem to get along with him so well, but-”
Finally, Lucien pauses the game and turns to look at his friend in utter confusion.
“Ernest. What the ever-loving fuck are you on about???”
“You know,” Ernest says, waving his hand towards the doorway where MC had been just a moment ago. “How you just called MC dad?”
“I did WHAT!?” demands Lucien, eyes going wide as he replays the conversation in his mind, before his cheeks flush a bright red as he realizes that, yeah, he did just do that.
“You also told him you loved him,” Ernest supplies helpfully. “Before he said it to you.”
Lucien sinks to hide his face in the sofa cushions, and lets out a mortified scream.
“It was an accident!” he grinds out, voice muffled.
Ernest snorts in amusement.
“Well, yeah, kinda figured, after all the screaming and shit,” Ernest snorts. “Well either way, it’s not like you can back out now.”
“Why not?” asks Lucien sullenly.
“Dude. Did you not hear how happy he was? I think if you went back to calling him by name now, he might actually cry.”
Which isn’t really rare, actually. He has awesome parents, a pretty cool older sister, cool friends. He may like to act like a dick sometimes, but he likes his life.
But anyways, back to the point. Lucien is having a good day.
He’s sat in the Coffee Spoon, fiddling with his phone while he waits for Mat to prepare his order. He and and Amanda and their parents were having a movie night, and they’d send him out for drinks.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, some jackass pulls out the chair across from him, and sits down at his table.
Lucien looks up, kinda annoyed, only to freeze when he sees the face smiling back at him.
It’s an older man. He’s handsome, with salt and pepper hair and a neat suit. He has a suitcase on the floor next to him. He looks like he’s just left work.
“The fuck do you want?” demands Lucien, surreptitiously taking a glance around. The place is practically deserted, which is admittedly pretty rare. Mat is busy making Lucien’s order, but Lucien’s tone must have alerted him, he keeps darting glances towards their table.
Lucien shoots him a look, and Mat nods once, before turning and disappearing into the back.
“Now Lucien,” says the man, bringing Lucien’s attention back to him. “Is that any way to talk to your father?”
Lucien sneers.
“What right do you have to call yourself my father?” demands Lucien. “After everything you’ve done!?”
The man’s face crumples into an expression of sadness that is so fake, Lucien wants to gag.
“Please believe me, Lucien. It was never my intention to hurt you or your mother-”
Lucien slams his fist on the table, and the man jumps back, startled.
Mat, who’s just returned, also looks surprised at the display of violence.
“Stop. Misgendering. My. FATHER,” he grinds through clenched teeth, eyes blazing.
The man opens his mouth, as if to say something else, but is cut off when the bell over the door to the cafe jingles, announcing a new customer.
Lucien’s eyes flit over to see who it is, and he immediately feels relief course through him when he sees messy red curls and smiling blue eyes.
MC sees them, and immediately rushes over, a warm smile on his face for Lucien.
He seems to be out of breath, and Lucien is struck with the realization that Mat must have called him here.
Had he run the whole way?
“Lucien, I came to see what was taking so long, dude. At this rate, the popcorn’s gonna be stale by the time we get back,” he says with a laugh, his voice sounding deceptively normal and not as if he’d just run over from the other end of the cul-de-sac. He turns back to the man sitting across from Lucien. “And who might you be?”
His smile is friendly, and his hand on Lucien’s shoulder is reassuring.
The other man smiles, and there’s something predatory about him.
“I’m Lucien’s father,” he introduces, holding a hand out.
“Oh…really?” asks MC, scratching his head in mock confusion, and not taking the offered handshake. “You know…I could have sworn I was his father. Lucien, are you replacing me?”
Lucien can’t help the chuckle that escapes him at MC’s words.
“I have no clue what the guy is on about, Dad,” he says, looking up at MC and leaning a little closer to him. “I think he may be delusional or something. I’ve never seen him before in my life.”
MC’s smiles goes all soft and mushy for a second when Lucien calls him dad, just like it always does.
Then, he turns to look at the man who is staring at them both with an enraged expression.
The smile slowly becomes predatory as MC leans towards the man, acting as something of a barrier between him and Lucien.
“Well then, Mr Stranger,” he says, voice low and dangerous. “I suggest you turn around and walk right out that door, before I change my mind and drag you down to the police station for harassing my son. Who, may I remind you, is still a minor.”
The man splutters, as if lost for words, looking back forth between the two.
Finally, he stands up with an indignant huff and stomps out the door.
As soon as he’s out of sight, Lucien and MC collapse into fits of laughter.
Mat smiles as he brings over their drinks, and Lucien notices he’s thrown in a couple pieces of Right Said Banana Bread as well.
As Lucien and MC walk home after that, they come to a silent agreement not to tell Damien about what had happened, not wanting to upset him.
As soon as they step through the door, Damien descends upon them, hands fluttering worriedly over them and asking why MC had left the house in such a hurry.
MC just laughs, saying that Lucien had called him in a panic, only for MC to arrive at the Coffee Spoon and find out that the only problem was that Lucien hadn’t taken enough change with him to pay for their order.
Ah, another Saggi! Thank you very much! Also, I found a saggi. gif that is horrifically accurate to me…does it apply to you too, anon? Or my other Saggis out there???
Sombra, still invisible, takes a step in the demon’s direction and raises her hands. Despite not awaiting visitors, it is comfortably armed, as though it is always armed, preferring the most dangerous form its human host can take. One katana rests at its back, another sheathed at its waist. Sombra supposes this is most convenient when slaughtering its innocent, wayward prey.
“Genji Shimada.” McCree calls his name loudly and clearly. “I know who you are. And I’m here to help.”
The Shimada estate is rotting.
A cherry blossom tree sits near the gazebo in the center of the second garden. The side of the tree closest to the first entrance blooms soft and pink, but as Sombra and McCree circle the tree, the petals grow withered and brown. The side of the tree near the castle itself has no petals at all, its branches shriveled and covered in fungus. The same goes for the rest of the garden; everything near the exterior still grows, but everything near the castle walls is dead.
Shimada Castle, on the other hand, is falling apart. The roof of the lowest level has caved in at one corner, as though something crashed through it, and the rest of the building is in disrepair. The terra cotta shingles are discolored, some cracked in half, some missing from the roof entirely. The smell of mildew intensifies as Sombra and McCree draw closer.
“God damn,” McCree whispers, his face twisted in disgust. “No wonder everybody thinks these are some ancient oni. Whatever’s here aged the place. These look like ruins.”
Sombra, walking invisibly next to him, flexes her fingers, her gun still resting at her side. “How observant,” she drawls, rolling her glowing eyes at him. “The oni are ancient. It doesn’t matter that the brothers are still young. Soy curioso, I thought you knew. How many exorcisms have you done, McCree?”
He isn’t fazed, looking rather disinterested in her light jab as his eyes flicker around the garden warily. “One, and it failed. It’s not an experience I wanted to repeat. But hell, at least the company’s good this time.”
KIRI!! You big sweetie – ILU SO MUCH – thank you so much for being there for me even when I’m the biggest loser in the world <333333
You’re NEVER the biggest loser in the world, or a loser at all D: -even more hugs- You’re one of my closest and dear friends, so I just wanted to check on you, make sure things were okay, and wish you a very happy birthday <333 You’re the best, and more than deserve a pleasant bday :3 (Just sorry that I cant be there in person TTwTT;; )
I am disheartened to hear that you are so very discontent with your current Career. While I understand that we all must make certain sacrifices, I am sorry that you cannot just do what you wish to do, to be happy.
However, I will say that it is worth it to have you here.
You do know, and fully understand that we do adore you, yes?
Perhaps, while I am not able to offer advice on what you should do as far as your career, perhaps you can use the skills you are learning from this one, for something else that you would enjoy more? I know, Darling, that it is hard to think of something like this as a stepping stone to something better, but, it just might get you closer to your goal of being happier.
H-hey! What Iggy said!
Believe me, I know what it’s like to have to be content with everything you’re doing…but I can say that after awhile, it gets better, you get stronger, and something much more awesome comes along!
I know you’ve probably heard it a ton of times before but…I promise, it will get better. Don’t give up, Okay?
If…If you feel it’s getting to be too much, that you want to give up, that you’ll–you’ll promise me something?
That you’ll reach out to your therapist, or someone else and tell them that you need someone to talk to? I mean, you can always come and talk to us, but–just remember, we love you a bunch.
me: tomorrow’s going to be my day. i’m going to get up early and go to the farmer’s market. then i’m going to drink some tea and read a book. then i’m going to make sure all my bills are paid. then i’m….
Look at this fantastic pounce by a snow leopard! We often get videos of athleticism in domestic cats, rarely for bigger ones. You can see how that huge tail helps counterbalance the leap in mid-air. This is a great example of enrichment that encourages natural behavior, too.
(editing my other blogs and got accepted to co-host a writing blog plus school I’ve been a busy binch)
Kouga
Loves to be alone with you. It doesn’t have to be sexual, you don’t even even have to be touching, he just loves staring at you when no one else is around.
He’s also up for random compliments. Just walk by him and he’ll find something obvious to say about you. Only nice things.
If he’s not busy, then he’ll hang around you, messaging your shoulders and wrapping his arm around you waist and hugging you from behind.
Sesshoumaru
If you’re in an area with flowers (and he’ll be able to smell them) he’ll always go get some for you. This demon will lace them into your hair, stick them in your clothes, tuck them behind your ear, etc.
He loves the way you smell. Sometimes he’ll get really close to you, inhale deeply, and walk away, or act like he didn’t do anything. He has your scent memorized but he still wants more.
Sesshomaru also loves feeding you, even though you don’t need it. He just loves being in control of such a little thing, with the knowledge that you’re trusting him to get it done.
@pink-sango and i have been talking abt the importance of demon markings to their clans/bloodlines
then we started talking about rin being given her markings to officially add her to the family and i can’t just think about proud papa sess without drawing it 💕 (don’t tag s*ssr*n, thanks!)
~My Tumblr Back-Up And Stuffs~ 
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