#silver Snail

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Rival domestication

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i did it

the snaillaron hunters (from the hit game honkai snail rail): snailka, snailde and silver snail

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today being children's day we will have the pleasure of something thematic? 👀My dog really wanna know (but 0 pressure of course, just curious)

"0 Pressure", you say - but all I hear is "Dad Shanks and Baby Uta fic ASAP please."

I had no idea it was Children's Day today, and I had to pump this out because it lives in my head rent-free.

What do I do?

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Word Count: 1,100+

Synopsis: Uta is going through a leap week and Shanks is an overwhelmed teenager. He does his best to soothe her, but becomes overwhelmed by the wailing cry of his daughter. He calls the one person he knows has hands on experience with a situation exactly like the one he's found himself in.

Themes: Not an 'x reader' fic. Baby Uta, teenage parent Shanks, supportive crew, uncle Rayleigh, parenting things, parenting advice, Shanks is a dad, fluff.

Notes: I hope you enjoy a little bit of a cathartic fic based on parenting experience. I cried writing the end. Happy tears.

Tag List: @mfreedomstuff @daydreamer-in-training @gingernut1314 @i-am-vita @indydonuts @feral-artistry @since-im-already-here @sordidmusings @writingmysanity @jintaka-hane

Down the hall in the dimly-lit corridor, the Red-Headed captain Shanks had his eyes hanging half-lidded and surrounded by a puffy purple hue. He attempts to soothe the inconsolable infant in his arms with a gentle rocking motion, and marching from one side of his quarters to the other. 

Why did he think he could do something like this? Why did he think it would be so easy to care for a baby he found at sea with his crew? He knew better than to go back to Beckman for help: his first mate had finally asked for a week off from “Uta-Duty” after doing nights while Shanks charted the courses he laid for the next destination.

The wails of her shrill cry carry on through the rocking and swaying, and tears begin to pool in the teenager’s eyes. Shanks feels so overwhelmed and helpless, wanting nothing more than to aid Uta through her ailment so he can finally get some sleep. She arches her back and straightens out her limbs with her face red and brows furrowed. 

“Shh, sweetheart,” he hushes in a soft tone, attempting to cradle her back into his arms and rock her, “Daddy’s here. Daddy’s got you.” Uta’s cries turn to whimpers, her vibrant purple eyes widened and looked up into his brown orbs. Both the teenage Shanks and the infant Uta held mirrored expressions. 

Wide globes of vulnerability stared into each other with a glossy sheen threatening to spill over their lash lines further. Uta’s reddened face scrunched up once more, her whimpers becoming a wailing cry with her eyes clamping tightly shut. Shanks sighed, his own tears finally spilling over his waterline, staining his cheeks with a trail of emotion, and trickling down to his chin. 

“I-I-...” Shanks began slowly sitting down at his desk with Uta continuing to cry in his arms, “...I don’t know what to do, sweetheart. What do I do? P-Please, Uta. What do I do?” 

He looks at his desk, noticing his Den-Den snail glaring at him with equally sunken eyes over his features. Shanks sighed, reaching for the snail and beginning to chart in the digits for the one person he thought would be able to help him. He lifts the receiver to his ear and sniffs back another sob into the mouthpiece. 

The Den-Den on the other end of the call rattles, a male voice picking up and giving a lazy “Kid, that you?” 

“...Uncle Rayleigh?” Shanks stuttered into the mouthpiece, the cries of Uta floating eagerly into the transceiver with his cracking voice. Rayleigh sighed into the mouthpiece, a soft smile growing on his lips. 

“That my favorite grandbaby cryin’ there, son?” Rayleigh’s easy drawl called through the receiver, “How many weeks old is she now, Shanks? About seven months or so?” 

“Y-Yes,” Shanks’ voice whimpered into the mouthpiece. Rayleigh hummed in contemplation, and Shanks could almost picture the soft bob in his head. 

“One o’ them wonder weeks, I think,” his rumbled tone relayed back to him, “All I can tell you is it’ll pass. You’re in the thick of it based on her cry, but it won’t be forever. Okay, kid?” 

Rayleigh waited on the other end of the call, his duvet slipping off his chest and falling to his lap as he spared a glance at the clock at his side. No sounds other than the cry from Uta reverberated in the mouthpiece. 

“You still with me, son?” Rayleigh asked the young captain, who only granted him a choked whimper in response. 

“How’d you do it, Uncle Rayleigh?” Shanks’ cracking voice and quivering lip physically depicting his distress with Uta’s cries only growing louder. “You were my age when you found me. How did you do it? Because I-I-... I can’t-... It’s-... Sh-She-... She doesn’t stop.” 

After a deep sigh from Rayleigh, he pinched his brows and turned once more to the snail.

“Lean on your crew for a few days,” he hummed thoughtfully, all truth and full of well-practiced patience. “Get your chef to prepare meals for you in advance. You sleep when she sleeps, you wake when she wakes, and you lean on your crew, boy. Trust them to guide you, give Uta to Beckman for a bit while you get a more lengthy rest, and do your best.” 

Shanks allowed his tears to flood his face, heavily sobbing as he listened to the first-mate of captain Roger. 

Both Roger and Rayleigh raised him aboard the Oro Jackson from toddlerdom. Shanks was found by Roger exactly the same as Uta was found by him. If there was anyone with sound advice and sure experience, it was this glasses-wearing, blonde haired, ex-first mate to the King of the Pirates. His Uncle Rayleigh. 

“Thank you, Uncle Rayleigh,” Shanks whimpered into the mouthpiece, feeling Uta beginning to settle in his arms and bury her face into his chest, “She-... She’s calming down a bit now. I think I’m gonna try and get some sleep.” 

“You do that, son. And know this…” Rayleigh spoke into the Den-Den quietly, prompting Shanks to lean his ear into the shell while cradling Uta into his arms. 

“...You’re doing great.”

Shanks sniffed back more emotion from escaping him as he hung up the Den-Den shell and slowly walked Uta to her crib at his bedside. Slowly placing her onto her back, Shanks looks down at her peaceful face and lays down at the very edge of his bed. Slotting his hand over her crib, he gently places his index finger within her balled fist. 

“You are so precious to me, my daughter,” he sniffed, his lip quivering the longer he stared at her smaller face, “We’ll get through this together. I promise, sweetheart.” He slowly retracted his arm and placed his hand beneath his face while lying on his knuckles. 

“I love you, Uta. My little song,” he whispered, his body finally giving in and prompting his heavy eyes to finally shut, “My precious daughter.”

The night carried on, the gentle swell of the waves shepherded both Shanks and Uta into a heavy slumber. The teenage captain never once regretted the decision to claim the child as his own, his decision to raise her aboard the Red-Force being one of the better decisions he had made. 

Before he woke, Rayleigh had already called Beckman’s Den-Den and filled him in on the interrupted night, and gave him several orders to follow to best support the young Captain. Beckman took Rayleigh’s word as law, barking orders to the crew to give Shanks all the time and space he needed to usher Uta through this stage of childhood development. 

Shanks remained ever grateful that he chose this assortment of sailors to travel with, his crew being the crutch he could lean on in his time of need. He loved each member of his crew so much, especially the small bundle laying soundly asleep in her crib beside him.

[penxil]

i think Silver would have grandma levels of detecting lies and scams online. as in he would believe everything and share it to 15 friends

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Rat with rats

Weird pets>>>>>

[battiegutz]

gave this dog a cucumber

[snailsrneat]

Can I order a Headcanon for Twisted Wonderland with Diasomnia and a male reader who has a terminal illness and his life span is coming to an end.

Ooooh, angsty. I love it! Here you go dear Anon. One angsty headcanon coming right up!

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Till death, do we part...

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Sebek Zigvolt

You had been diagnosed for awhile now, but you didn't want to anyone for fear that they would just start treating you like some sort of charity case. The only you had told was Lillia, who said he would keep his lips sealed. So you kept it hidden until, well, you couldn't.

The disease started out small. Only giving you minor headaches and pinching in your legs. Now? You could barely stand without sobbing in pain. Your head was pounding against you like a second heartbeat.

A loud bang coming from the entrance of your bedroom rang inside your head, looking over you saw him. Sebek, his face contorted into a mix of anger, fear, and sadness. Behind him stood Lillia, eyes filled guilt and melancholy.

"Prefect..", Sebek started," Why? Why would you hide this from me?" He finished, eyes swelling with tears that could burst any second.

You knew what the answer was. You knew your thought process was selfish. You knew that, and yet, why did you feel so sad?

"I-...I don't know, Sebek.", you spoke gently,"I'm sorry."

Your eyes to began to swell up with tears as Sebek crouched down and held you within his arms.

After Sebek finds out he becomes less of himself.

He stops obsessing over Malleus, stops yelling all the time, and being so anal about everything.

Instead he's more calm and silent. It's eerie.

He never really got the chance to confess before you got sick so now he spends all his time doing things with you to make up for all the lost time.

Sebek looks to Lilia for help on how to care for you during this time.

When you inevitably pass Sebek is there right by your side holding your hand.

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Silver

You don't remember how longs it's been since you left the hospital. You don't know how long you had spent inside your bedroom. You can't remember how long you've been just sitting there. Your brain repeating what the nurse had said to you over and over again.

A gentle knocking came from your bedroom door and a soft voice came from the other side.

"May I come dear?"

The voiced belonged to Silver. Ever so kind and hardworking Silver. Always there to make sure that you take care of yourself.

"Come in..", you replied.

The creaked open as Silver stepped in, stopping in his tracks when he saw your face. It held something he had never seen before.

Guilt

Grief

And most of all, regret.

"What happened?", he asked softly

When Silver finds out he kinda doesn't change all that much. Aside from the fact that he becomes more diligent of his sleeping habits.

He tries not to fall asleep all the time cause he wants to cherish every second you guys have left together.

He's even more gentle than ever and tries to take care of you as much as he can.

He also goes to Lilia to ask for some help.

He gets a tiny bit more short tempered.

Mostly around Sebek,.who doesn't seem to realize what's happening with you.

When you pass it happens to be when you and Silver are cuddling.

He holds your body close to him as he sobs uncontrollably

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Lilia Vanrouge

The road to the hospital was bumpy and rough, only making your anxiety heighten even more with each and every bump. Lilia assured you would be okay. Even going as far to hold your hand.

He held your hand as you guys waited in the waiting room to be called back. Squeezing it when they start the blood work. He even holds it as the nurse walks in with the test results.

"Sir I'm afraid you may have a terminal illness.", the nurse spoke gently, "We aren't quite sure what exactly it is. Further testing will be needed to fully confirm so. We've already scheduled you for another appointment on Saturday. I'll give you two a moment to take it all in."

Ooh boy

Lilia was well prepared for you to die, every human he ever cared for has.

But this young?

That stung him deep within his heart.

He makes sure to spend as much time with you as possible.

He also tries take care of you.

Key word "Tries"

You're pretty sure that eating Lilia's food will make you die faster.

But he makes up for his lack of cooking skills with his tremendous ability to make you laugh.

Even in your dying moments he can still make you giggle like a little school boy.

His hand slides into yours as you take your final breathes.

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Malleus Draconia

*BANG*

Your eyes snap open as the raoring thunder cracks the night sky. No stars were in sight, only dark grey clouds. The rain poured down like bullet.

Rubbing your tired eyes, you let your vision settle for a moment. As your eyes adjusted to the darkness a voice spoke from the corner of your room.

"Child of man..."

*BANG*

The thunder cracked once more, causing you to flinch in fear. Looking up you were met with bright green eyes, almost glaring into your soul.

"Malleus?", you questioned softly,"What's wrong? Why are you here?"

"You've been hiding from me.", he spoke with venom, "Why?"

"Oh..." you replied quietly. Guilt filled you, you knew it was a bad idea to hide from your friends, but you didn't want them to worry about you either.

Sighing you decide to speak up, "Well..."

Malleus was pretty pissed off before you told him.

But the moment you explained what was going on he was all over you.

He started taking care of you every day.

From feeding you, to helping you walk, to giving you your meds he was there to do it for you.

It got to the point where he was blantaly neglecting his own duties as both a prince and a housewarden.

Lilia was the one who reeled him back in, and came up with the most brilliant idea.

If they turned you into a fae he wouldn't have to take care of anymore and you wouldn't be sick any longer.

Plus you would be able to spend the rest of eternity with him as both his lover and Prince of Briar Valley.

It was an amazing idea! So much so he couldn't wait to do the ritual and did it as soon as possible.

Without your full consent how ever.

But it's fine right? You were dying and this'll make sure you never get sick again!

"I know it hurts my love, but you just have to push through. So we can be together forever..."

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Sorry this took me so long to finish, but I had a lot of fun making this. Hopefully more people will make some good requests like this one.

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"OMG OMG OMG DID ANYONE SAD ANIMALS??? I LOVE ANIMALS!!!!!!!!!! CAN I SEE ALL OF THEM SILLIES? PLEASEEEEEEEEEEE (DID you Know cats cant eat grapes? Its most deadly to them!)" -Garrett

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I made some adjustments to the design of Peridot Shell, the daughter of Silver Spoon and Snails

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Flowers of a Hundred Worlds (Momoyogusa): Puppies (Enokoro) by Kamisaka Sekka (color woodcuts with gold and silver)

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Assembles some more DnD AU doodles.

Human Bard (Whispers) Ghetsis, Aasimar Blood Hunter (Profane Soul) N, Half-Orc Paladin (Vengeance) Hilda, then some Johto men with Tiefling Warlock (Hexblade) Silver and Normal Regular Human Boy Man Ranger (Beastmaster) Ethan who is definitely not a werewolf :)

For those curios Ghetsis plays the Hurdy Gurdy, because it has a funny name and because it unironically fits him

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20/03/2024-Sky, moon, snail and spider tonight

It was great to see a bat out the front tonight, Peacock and Brimstone butterflies as well as Peregrine, Blackbird, snowflakes, herb-Robert, forget-me-not and ivy-leaved toadflax in Winchester today and a singing Dunnock as I passed Lakeside tonight with red and white deadnettle enjoyed beside it passing by today.

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Snail

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My Little Pony Spring Special 1986 - Flutterbye’s Funny Friend

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