I Always See The Dog Choking Info On Here, So Here’s What To Do If A Kitty Is Choking

hello ! Imagine bubba and Thomas preparing their chainsaw to attack and the new girl survivor is wearing this. Would they tunnel , face camp , or cry about it ? Lmao

Bonjourrrr hello I am alive I’m so sorry I have been really busy traveling for work.

But those pants look incredible. I didn’t even know they existed. Here’s how I imagine that would go!

The Cannibal | Bubba Sawyer & Chainsaw-Proof Girl

Word count: ~575

Warnings: none

Reaction: straight up sobs about it and finds her terrifying. Thinks she’s just invincible to his chainsaw.

This was a scary, dark, confusing new world-- but Bubba had a job to do.

Kill the outsiders. Kill them or they’ll hurt you. Kill them or they’ll hurt your family.

The dark entity whispered in his head, and although fear rattled his bones, Bubba obeyed. There was no enemy his dutiful chainsaw couldn’t handle. The world was terrifying, and he was all alone here, but Bubba will handle himself for as long as he needs to so he can one day come back home to his family again. But right now, he needs to protect them. Protect them from these awful dangerous outsiders.

A new outsider appeared today before him, at the wastelands of an automobile wreckage site. An autohaven, he believes it was called, a horrid wasteland of mangled metal with the reek of sharp iron and heavy dust in the air. This woman he found, Bubba had not seen her before, and upon discovering yet another outsider here that was threatening him and his family’s safety, a cold fear shot through his veins. It felt icy and numbing at first, until the panic quickly began to boil it, sweltering in his blood with every passing second he didn’t act on this new girl working on a generator in front of him.

There was no fear in her, no desperate flee from him. The heat in his veins simmered, steaming into his muscles with a horrible rush of energy, and with a terrified whine Bubba hastily drop started his chainsaw.

Upon hearing him rev, she stepped back off the generator, but instead of fleeing it appeared she braced.

Confusing, but Bubba charged anyways, wailing as he dashed forward, swiping the saw downwards to strike her legs and prevent an escape if she were to try and run.

However, as soon as the saw made contact, the gash in the fabric nearly derailed his chain, immediately stopping the engine when a clutter of stringy white fibers tangled into it.

The girl took a distancing step back, with a soft chuckle, as if she saw this coming. There was no blood from the gash, it had appeared his saw didn’t even make it through the fabric.

Anxiety seized him, and not thinking clearly, Bubba reached to pull the string back and rev again, despite seeing the damage that he knew would prevent the engine from starting. Surely enough, the chainsaw sputtered and neglected to flinch, the fibers lodged deep into the mechanical gears.

Hands trembling, Bubba blubbered in confusion, trying once more to pull the string again.

He heard another chuckle from her when it yet again sputtered and failed to start.

With his head darting up to look at her, the girl was oddly surprised to see such powerful fear and confusion clouding his big brown eyes, and instead of charging at her with his mallet, Bubba instead wailed out pitifully.

She nearly flinched when she heard the earthy thud of him dropping his saw to the floor, watching as he vainly attempted to reach for his hoistered mallet, but only to have his shaky hands immediately drop the weapon onto the floor as well.

Nearly sobbing, he buried his masked face in his two clammy hands, stumbling back as he cried. He was too confused, his chainsaw never failed like this. Bubba had no clue what to do, he had nothing to protect himself from this invincible outsider.

She broke his saw without even attacking.

The girl watched, completely baffled as he shrieked and blubbered, almost feeling bad as he stumbled away from her in fear.

And within moments, Bubba fled, turning to run in terror.

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A Gift Worth Keeping

This is the second part of my “when he knew he loved you” series.

Lucifer | Mammon | Levi | Satan | Asmo | Beel | Belphie

Warnings: Cursing

Pairing: Mammon x GN!MC

Words: 983

Sept. 10th 5PM

It’s been almost a month since you arrived. A month of babysitting a human, Mammon rolls his eyes. If only he could find the human. Usually you follow him around, clinging to his side. Well, in reality, he follows you around, but today he lost track of you after RAD.

He’s actually not sure what Lucifer would do to him if he let you get hurt. He doesn’t want to know.

He’s been looking for you for ten minutes. So far he’s checked your room, the kitchen, dining room, and living room. And you’re nowhere to be found. He’s starting to worry. (About Lucifer, not your well-being.)

Finally, as he approaches the library, he hears your voice.

“So… do you think he’ll like it?” you ask, showing off something to his brothers.

“Pfft, MC, he won’t even look at it before trying to sell it,” says Levi, not bothering to look up from his game.

“What?” Mammon’s heart clenches at the hurt in your voice.

“Yeah, if he can squeeze a Grimm out of it, he will. I mean, the thought is nice, but…”

“But I made it myself,” you start.

“Oh, even better. ‘Handmade by a human!’ It’s doubled in price now,” Satan laughs, looking up from his book. Mammon’s face drops.

“Really?” you ask, enthusiasm gone.

“MC, darling, you put a lot of time into it. Do you really want to give it to someone who won’t appreciate it?” Asmo asks. With that, Mammon huffs.

“He… he’ll appreciate it!” you say, holding whatever it is close to your chest.

“Look… to tell the truth, he’d probably try to sell you if Lucifer wouldn’t kill him. He’ll flip that faster than Beel eats a cheeseburger.” Satan turns the page.

“He’s a scumbag,” says Levi, “he takes my things all the time to make an easy buck. And he’s my brother. Why do you think he’d appreciate something from you, a human he barely knows?”

“No, he’s not. He’s a good person,” you say, anger dripping from your tongue. Mammon’s eyes widen. “And he’s my friend! You guys are wrong.”

“Sweetie…” Asmo begins.

“I mean, yeah, he likes money. But that’s his… thing. You know, I wouldn’t expect Beel to stop eating. Or… Asmo to stop staring into that mirror,” you say.

The fifth-born looks away from the mirror for a moment, “I’m fixing my makeup.”

You ignore him. “None of you can help your sin. Why are you guys always being mean to Mammon for his? It’s not fair. Fuck, now I sound like Mr. Envy,” you chuckle and Satan smirks behind his book. “Anyway, I’m gonna go give this to him now. But, you guys really suck a lot, you know?”

“Let us know how much he gets for it,” says Mr. Envy himself as you stand. You stick your tongue out at him, which Asmo laughs at.

Mammon’s heart races and he turns to quickly climb the stairs, two at a time, to his room, where you’re headed, with a gift, that you apparently handmade, for him. He shuts the door behind him and leans against it.

They think I’m good. He smiles softly to himself, then it drops when he realizes you just stood up to his brothers, who could’ve actually killed you.

He’s got to have a talk with you about that.

A knock at his door startles him. “Uh… Mammon, are you in there?”

He blinks and wipes his hand through his hair, waiting a second before he opens the door.

“Hey human,” he says, nonchalantly. As if he hadn’t been looking for you and he’d heard none of your conversation and wasn’t internally combusting from your words.

“Can I come in?” you ask. He can tell you’re hiding something behind your back.

“Yeah, I guess.” He steps back from the door to let you inside, then closes it behind you, and takes a seat on his couch. You follow him over and stand in front of him.

“So… I kind of made you something.”

“Oh?” Really? He had no idea. Not at all.

“Yeah. So… here,” you say, thrusting a large gift bag into his lap. He raises a brow.

“Open it.”

He smiles and reaches into the bag to pull out a round yellow cushion. “Hey, this looks like Grimm!” he points out when he sees the skull on the front.

He notices how your eyes light up. “Yeah! Yes! I tried. I’ve not really been crocheting long, so it’s not perfect-”

“Yeah it is.” He turns the pillow in his hands. On the back is a small tag which reads ‘MADE WITH LOVE, BY MC.’

“It’s really good,” he says, eyes wet. He refuses to cry in front of a human, no matter how nice they are to him.

“You like it?” you ask.

“Yeah, ‘course I do. It’s money,” he grins and puts the pillow under his head, leaning back on it with a sigh. “It’s great, MC, thanks.”

You drop onto the couch beside him, before throwing your arms around his shoulders, “happy birthday Mammon! I’m so glad you like it.”

He freezes, breath caught in his throat, then puts one hand on your back. “Uh, yeah.”

You pull away, and pretend not to notice the blush blooming on his cheeks. “I’m gonna go downstairs to help with dinner. See you in a bit!”

“Yeah,” he mumbles, watching you exit his room. He pulls the cushion back from behind his head to examine the tag once again. ‘MADE WITH LOVE, BY MC.’

“With love,” he whispers, tracing the words. Is that how you feel about him? How he feels about you? And he groans, pressing his face against it.

(Just wait till he finds the card inside the bag and reads the sweet message you wrote. He won’t be able to look you in the eyes for a week.)

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Slashers As Dad's

Characters: Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, Michael Myers, Brahms Heelshire TW's: None some mics scenarios/hc's about these guys being a dad to a young (10 y/o-ish) kid :)

𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐭

A laid back dad, lets you figure things out on your own. He’ll warn you off climbing on the rickety fences outside once with a shake of his head and a tug on your sleeve, but the next time he catches you doing it he’ll shake his head and roll his eyes from the porch.

When you inevitably fall from the fence and scrape your knee, he’ll scoop you up and carry you to the kitchen table, dabbing at the blood and give you a knowing look that says ‘I told you so.’

His strong hand will rub your back while you cry, then pat you when you won’t stop. Once you’re over it he’ll walk you back outside by the hand and gives a pointed look between you and the fence. You know better now.

You’ll have chores just like the rest of the family, things to keep you busy and contributing to the household like everyone else. On a few late afternoons when the sun is too hot and you’ve been cooped up with Luda Mae in the kitchen, sweating like hell and bored out your mind, Thomas will wander in and putter around for a second, before tugging at you and pointing outside towards the garden, pretending like he needs you for something.

He doesn’t actually need your help. Quickly shooing you out to play by the river as he does his own work nearby, keeping a watchful eye to let you have a few hours of fun, grunting in annoyance when you splash a bit too much.

Will slip you an extra cookie after dinner if it's one of the days Hoyt decides to rant about the state of the world.

𝐁𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐚 𝐒𝐚𝐰𝐲𝐞𝐫

The smothering type. He likes to mother and father you. Sometimes he’ll give you some stern head shakes and sharper tones when he finds you causing grief for Drayton in the kitchen, sometimes he’ll give you never-ending forehead kisses and soft chirps of endearment if he sees you stumble even slightly.

Will absolutely attend your tea parties, and will definitely invite you to his own. Some of your teddies will have special ties and dresses he’s hand made from old, colourful shirts. He’ll dress and prop them up at your table and make polite conversation with them as he pours you some delicious pond water and offers you some fancy looking rocks. Always puts on his Pretty Woman mask for such occasions.

Gets a bit over-protective of you sometimes, and will need convincing anytime your uncle Chop Top or Nubbins want’s to take you out with them to the forest to find odd trinkets. He’ll make sure you drink a whole cup of water first, just in case you get dehydrated! Lots of loving pats and strokes are had before you leave, and he’ll stand at the porch waving goodbye and watching you for as long as you can.

When you’re back, he’s happy to see whatever you've found! Whether its bones, sticks, feathers or the odd shoe, he’ll take a genuine interest in it all. If you ever offer some arts and crafts with your treasures to decorate the house with, Bubba might cry with love. He adores your little pieces and hangs them in the living and dining room with pride, nodding his head and puffing his chest at the creations his precious baby made.

If you came back with a single scratch or cut, he will be frantic! Running here and there in the kitchen, putting on not one, but two plasters on the cut just to be safe! You’ll have to put up with either spending the day with dad or have him float nearby and keeping you inside for the day where he can see you (unless you manage to coax him to push you on the porch swing, something he’ll gleefully take you up on.).

𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐦𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐞

The helicopter parent, also on the stricter side. As much as Brahms is a dirty, wall-crawling fiend, he will not allow such a life for his child!

You will have a healthy breakfast, lunch and dinner with him at the dining table at set times, no phones allowed at the table! Piano lessons at 11 each day for an hour, except Sundays, but that time is to be spent reading a book (he will allow you the freedom to choose). He’ll try to teach you another language when you’re a bit older, probably French, and study it with you.

Gardening will be in there somewhere too as your outdoor time since he isn’t too fond of you leaving the house all that often, and only on sunny days. However, on a rare occasion, on a rainy day, with some strong puppy eyes, you can convince him to go out with you to splash in some puddles. When you’ve managed to convince him and he’s actually out, he’ll have tons of fun with you, pushing each other into the mud and splashing each other. Brahms will be the type to play wrestle with you when he’s in a playful mood.

As soon as he notices you shivering, the mood is gone and serious dad mode is activated. He will grab you and run inside with you to the bathroom, throwing a towel on you as he runs a hot bath and chastises you about convincing him to go outside, you totally threw the first mudball, this was your idea and how could you let it go this far! Throws you into the bath with your clothes on because he needs you to get warm and stop chittering, but probably crawls in with you when he realises he’s shaking too.

Brahms tends to be a bit of a sap towards you, those strong puppy eyes will have him twisted around your little finger most of the time. As much as he tries to be strict and follow what he thinks to be a good example, it's often misguided. The strict three meals a day often ends up being microwave chips and a burnt pigeon he got from the attack.

The softer side of him usually comes out as he’s putting you to bed, he always makes the time to read you a bedtime story, usually Peter Rabbit or Alice in Wonderland. A mug of hot milk will be next to your bed every night and he’ll tuck you in almost too snuggly, but you’ll feel safe and warm regardless, which is what he wants.

𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐌𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬

An almost neglectful dad. He leaves you to your own devices most of the time and just watches you. The only time’s Michael intervenes is when he knows your antics will lead to certain death or grievous injury. Otherwise, in regards to small cuts and bruised knee's, you'll get a stare of 'What did you think would happen?' and maybe a bag of frozen pea's thrown at you.

When the snarling dog appears at your back garden fence, you’re equal parts cautious and curious as you drop your toys and tiptoe over the snout sticking out of the fence. Michael was nowhere to be seen and you’ve been bored lately with no one to play with, so even if the teeth are baring, it still looks fluffy. You haven’t pet a dog in ages, no matter how many times you begged dad for one. As your fingers are close enough to nearly tickle the whiskers, you’ve yanked back roughly by the collar of your shirt and dragged back to the house spluttering.

You know you’ve made him mad when he stands right over you, head hanging straight down to stare at you without the usual curious tilt. Michael won’t even shake his head, he’ll bore his eyes into you and you’ll feel the anger radiating from the stare. It scares you enough to instil in you that you do not touch strange dogs. Even if you don’t see Michael anywhere, he will see you.

The next morning, after Michael dumped you into bed the night before and threw the covers on you, you wake up to a small, raggedy dog plush. The fur is old, and there might be a small blood spot on the paw, but at least he finally gave you a dog, it assures him you won’t go looking for any rabid ones either.

He can be gone for whole days at a time, usually before you’re awake. After the one time he found you following him (the only time you’ve ever seen him startle slightly when you grabbed his hand while he was stalking someone through their back window), he doesn’t let you see him go. There will be some burnt toast and mushy eggs on the table for you on those days, and you’ll find some microwavable pasta in the fridge too, so you don’t go hungry.

When he does eventually come back, he sits with you, either on the couch or on the floor. He won’t sit too close, and won’t do anything more than stare. But, if he was gone for a while, he’ll let you put the little doll you’re playing with in his hand, and won’t let it go.

“She loves to PLAY with (not eat) cherries 🍒”

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