#i never give them straight up catnip

[doctorwillsolace]

spilled a bunch of catnip by accident and now my cats are going crazy 🤩

[ronearoundblindly]

Love Bites

Steve Rogers x shapeshifter!Reader

Summary: In animal form as Bucky's buddy, Alpine, you toy with his handsome house guest overnight...

part of Companion Animal (see previous or series)

Warnings for horrible puns, use of petnames (unintentionally sexual), teasing and innuendo, bit of body worship through lusty thoughts. Yeah, I get that this might be a bit weird for pet parents, but also, is it? You know we all want to snuggle Steve in any form.

"Alright, sweetheart," Steve groans, gently pushing you away from licking his face, "let’s go to bed, okay? It's sleep time."

But you don't want to sleep. You want to rub all over him. You want to feel his broad palm across your body and his meaty fingers in your fur.

The compromise is to fall against his chest, cheek smearing over his on your way down.

Steve chuckles while tucking you under his arm. The weight of it soothes you, making you purr, and he absently scratches at your chin in encouragement.

"You like that, baby girl?"

Staring up at his glittering eyes, their own starry night in the dark, his hair shining silver in the moonlight, your eyes grow heavy in comfort, in the peace simple affection delivers straight into your veins like a catnip high.

You're overwhelmed by the hard line of his chest along your back and the drag of his hand down your belly to still you.

No. That's not what you want.

For a split second, you think you should do it; you should change back, unfurl into the grown woman who could do more with those broad, meaty paws taunting you now, but you strike back against the urge.

It's too soon. Steve and Bucky won't understand. You can't risk losing the only safe home you've known.

A quick flicker of fear grasps you hard. What if they're never ready for the truth? What if this is all you get?

Then...you must relish him not push your luck.

Your back legs coil and bunny-kick at his forearm draped over you.

"Hey," Steve softly yelps, "I thought we were doing good. I'm not--" your fluffy paws grab onto him before he gets too far away "--oh okay, doll. Make up your mind."

He snorts in fake annoyance, settling you higher on his chest to plant a kiss between your ears.

"That's it, good girl."

But you're not a 'good girl.' You're lying to him, to them both, and you wish he knew that, so you nip at the knuckle closest to you, brandishing teeth and claws but not sinking into his flesh.

He lets go on instinct, giving you leave to do whatever you want.

You stand, stretch your back and legs, and chirp, sharply, several times. You look him over while he lays open and paralyzed until you make your decision.

Steve points over his shoulder. "That way?" He tentatively rolls over onto his back, and you immediately jump, kneading furiously at his muscled pecs.

"Ouch, honey. Soft paws on the nipples, yikes..."

What a wuss.

You'll make it your mission to break him in. Guaranteed.

This time, you sooth him with a bite to his perfect jaw, purring, never ceasing your massage.

Steve rests his head back on the pillow. "Fine. Whatever you want," he mumbles, starry eyes going dark as they close, moonbean locks relaxing to his forehead, hands petting your sides until you cave in exhaustion.

Whether it's you keeping him or him keeping you, the both are pinned in place all night long.

[Next Part: Scrappy]

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[urperfectcinnamonroll07]

helloooo I was looking at your masterlist and saw that you don't have any stories for the twisted series. if it's okay with you, may I request a alex volkov x fem!yn reader oneshot or headcanon where reader is KIND OF innocent, all sunshine and rainbows crap and alex is just, as usual, grumpy shadow :3

Bottle of Sunshine

requested?: yes pairing(s): alex volkov x gn!reader genre: fluff, slight angst warning(s): alex being a grumpy man (not with reader), not proof read, i think thats all! summary: 𝘯/𝘢 word count: 491 a/n: king of sin requests are now open! please remember to request, i always love requests guys! little side rant, i could have died from joy when i saw this request, honestly love alex so much (dont tell rhys). anyways lovelies, dont forget to eat and drink something, i love you so so very much, mwah! -Cilla

it was a well-known fact that alex volkov was the most grumpy man on the planet. at work, he would always be grumpy and straight forward with the people which he worked with.

but he was never like that with you.

you were his sweetheart, his angel, his one and only love. his sunshine. he loved you the way a woman would love a cat, a man would love a dog. the way a child loves chocolate flavoured ice cream, or how a cat loved catnip. well, he didn’t love you like that at all. he loved you a thousand times more.

of course, there were sometimes times when he would be grumpy with you. but that was mostly when you had insisted he give you cuddles when he was trying to work.

“why do you even like them anyways? it’s just wrapping your arms around another person and holding them” he said monotonously as you had insisted for the millionth time he ditch work and come cuddle with you. you were wearing one of his shirts that he would wear for times when he would relax (shock, horror, gasp).

“because it’s being close to another person. feeling warm and fuzzy on the inside when a person holds you because you feel safe with them. laying your soul bare to them while they hold you despite your flaws” you insisted, okay, maybe you were being a little overdramatic.

“so you admit that i make you feel safe?” he asked, you could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

“how could you not? you scare, like, the whole world with that frown of yours” you tease.

he turns to look at you with a frown on his lips. you stifle a laugh and walk up to him, wrapping the large blanket around yourself. it was winter and it was fucking freezing. you cupped his cheek, you knew he would deny it, but you swore he leaned into your touch even an inch.

you smiled up at him.

“please, alex, i’m cold, and you’re overworking yourself” you frown when you reach the last part of your sentence.

if took a few seconds of silence and gazing into each other’s eyes before he sighed. you smiled as he accepted his defeat.

“c’mon then. since you want your cuddles so bad” he said, keeping his monotonous tone, but you knew that deep down he was excited as you were, even though he would never admit it.

you took his hand and lead him to the bedroom, letting him get changed into more comfortable clothes before climbing into bed together.

it was safe to say that later that night, you fell asleep in your boyfriends arms while he gazed down at you lovingly, admiring your peaceful expression as you slept soundlessly, your soul bared to him as he protected you even though nobody would get even a mile close to you while you were like this.

[got-into-worm-by-mistake]

Okay, I've Read Worm: A Retrospective Part 5: What Was I Fucking Surprised By?

So, as you may remember, I got into Worm thoroughly spoiled by the wiki and Wormblr and r/parahumans and r/Wormfanfic and actual Worm fanfic. I knew pretty much all the basic details of all the plot twists. And yet, of course, there are things I didn't expect, things the fandom or the wiki mislead me about, etc. Things I was surprised by.

So let's talk about a few:

Taylor Hebert: As I've said, I kind of worried, before reading Worm, that I'd find Taylor insufferable. The sort of character that tries to be a hero and then convinces themselves to do all sorts of bad stuff while telling themselves they're still a hero/good person/etc is hard to write well without being really unpleasant to read/watc/etc. Self-righteousness in general is hard to enjoy for me. Taylor, honestly, stops thinking of herself as a good person partway through the post-Levi period, in most ways, and she never gets self-righteous about it. So Taylor was much more sufferable than I thought. Which is good, because I would have dropped Worm like a hot potato if she'd been insufferable as the main POV.

Eidolon & The Endbringers: (Sounds like a band name). The whole 'you needed Worthy opponents' thing, and the way people talked about Eidolon (seriously, this fandom as a whole is hugely unfair to the guy, istg) really gave me the impression of like, this vainglorious piece of shit guy who wants adulation and doesn't care how he gets it. And like... I don't get that impression from his Interlude at all? He doesn't seem to give two shits about fame, just about knowing what he did mattered. And he knew that well before the Endbringers. Obviously, he subconsciously created them, and then [High Priest] got all goddamn malicious in his compliance but he's not the vainglorious asshole who charges off to face Scion in single combat or w/e the way the fanfiction gave me that impression. Also, like, maybe it's just me, but I define 'Worthy Opponent' as 'something the person could have a reasonable chance of defeating in a solo fight'. So for me, a worthy opponent would be a rowdy 12 year old with maybe a white belt in karate. the Endbringers are not solo-able opponents for Eidolon. So absolutely not doing what he actually wanted. I really think the fandom is unfairly hard on Eidolon.

Interlude 15.x: Look, at the risk of starting discourse - I'm sorry. I've read 15.x Backwards and forwards and there is just Nothing pointing towards rape in the text, even looking for it as I was. I really expected I'd see some line, some implication, some fucking hint and there's just... absolutely nothing. The text of Worm as written, whatever Wildbow claims he meant and whatever he did mean, does not support a rape interpretation of events. And that sure as fuck surprised me.

Extinction 8.6: The way people - and even some fics - talked about the scene where Amy messes with Taylor post-Leviathan made it sound like Amy straight up ripped off Taylor's mask or something extreme like that, and then Taylor sees unmasked Sophia while trying to run and hide after being unmasked. What we got was Amy being a bit of a bitch, deliberately refusing to answer a question Taylor asked because she knew not answering would upset the girl (not cool), Amy's bedside manner being shit, and Taylor's own paranoia (and the godawful choice of the heroes to handcuff her to the bed) filling in the blanks. And this absolutely tepid-ass shit is pointed to by people as proof that 'Amy was a bitch the whole time'.

The Leviathan Fight: It was a lot shorter than I expected. I enjoyed reading it in ways I was worried I wouldn't.

Cauldron: Now, here's the thing. Characters that do bad things, knowing they're bad, but in pursuit of a greater good? That shit is my goddamn jam. I fucking love characters like that. They're my catnip! And I went into Worm sympathetic as FUCK to Cauldron. and I come out of Worm going 'Jesus Christ what a bunch of fucking idjits!' Their shoestring illuminati was run by a bunch of teenagers who never grew up and a college student who's a worse control freak than Taylor. Their incompetence appears to be the whole point (until Wildbow's WoGs turned everything into Cauldron social engineering and he went out of his way to make a big thing about how Cauldron was totes necessary for making things better. Man just cannot shut up). They try for decades to put some final fight against Scion together, and they fail epicly. No groundwork, no real success, and they turned to ACCORD for their post-apocalyptic plans. And apparently had no plan for a mass Case-53 breakout/attack. Which is... sure a choice. Dumping the Case-53s the way they did. The choice of which Case 53s to dump (Sveta sure was a choice of who to just... let out into the world. Like, not an issue with her personally, but you don't release that kind of uncontrollable murder tentacle out into the world, maybe? Just maybe?). I went into Worm thinking I'd be on Cauldron's side, at least a little, and I came out just... god no, you people are stupid.

Amy's Birdcage Arc: I really thought we'd see more of Amy's time in the birdcage, but 16.z really was all we got.

Alexandria's Death: I don't quite know what I did expect, but I didn't expect Alexandria's death to be so goddamn Darwin-award worthy. The woman died like the biggest of CHUMPs and that was much funnier than I expected.

The Drugs are Fantastic line: I knew it was being taken out of context, but it wasn't quite in the place I expected, I'll be honest. Not sure what I did expect.

Taylor's Weaver Arc/The Timeskip: I expected... I dunno. Less of an abrupt transition, I guess? I thought the timeskip would be like, a series of small scenes skipping ahead over two years between them? Instead, right in the middle of Arc 25, it just jumps ahead two years without ceremony. Did not expect that. At all.

Slaughterhouse Nine: I was not prepared for just how goddamn boring the Nine were. I don't think I read any spoilers about how Jack Slash being boring af was the point until I'd already started the S9 arc, but I especially didn't expect how pathetically bland as characters Manny the Kinless and Burnscar and Crawler and Sibby the Friendly Neighborhood Cannibal would be. Cherish managed to be interesting by being such a failure, and Bonebitch, to my eterntal frustration, managed to be funny, but the rest? Also, I thought Manton would die in the Bay, rather than be killed unceremoniously offscreen while in Boston.

The Butcher: For a character who appears in all of two chapters, the Butcher has a much larger presence in the fandom. But that is Worm for you, because groups like the Elite and the Fallen also show up more in the fics than their presence in the main story merits (Though the Fallen have more of a presence in Ward, even if I gather Ward kinda sorta retcons like half the details or at least presents irreconcilable visions of the organization)

Empire 88: They were way out of focus, compared to how much they appear in fics. But it is fun in fics to see Nazis get beat up all the time, so this is valid. But also, like, even their post-Levi remnants were weaksauce af. Someone in a server the other day said that taking out Marquis took out an entire faction, and that Levi proved that taking out Kaiser (or Allfather before him) doesn't stop the Empire, gesturing to the Aryan's Chosen and the Pure as proof but like... lbr. Both groups were pretty damn pathetic in the post-Leviathan bay. Regardless, I expected to see more of the Nazis getting beat in Worm itself, and we really didn't. But this is one time where I don't care, because as I said, seeing Nazis get beaten up over and over again in the fanfic is fun.

Ward: I was worried reading and finishing Worm might make me want to read Ward. Thankfully, it did not. *whew*

Now, there are probably others, but nothing else as major. But there are also some things I just plain wasn't surprised by.

Amy Dallon: I went into Worm expecting her to be my blorbo, and that didn't change. She's definitely my character type. I feel the same about her storyline in Worm as I did going into it.

Tattlebitch: I expcted to hate her, and I stayed hating her. Lisa sucks. Like, she has her redeeming moments and features, but overall, I still hate Lisa.

Carol Dallon: My Sympathy for Carol remains about as theoretical as it always was.

The PRT/Protectorate: I suspected the PRT/Protectorate was not as useless and incompetent and ACAB as a lot of fics painted it and... I was right.

My Ultimate Opinion: I went into Worm thinking it wasn't really for me, but that I'd probably find it well written and that many characters would be engaging. I figured it would have massive gaping plot holes and that I would never find it to be the 'amazeballs perfect wonderful' that some people seem to find it. And yeah, I was right about that too.

[beautifulchris]

haunt you

pairing: ex!jake sim x gn!reader

summary: after breaking up with him, you decide to opt for revenge, and revenge he's gonna get

genres: slight angst, exes!au, revenge!au

wc: 1,1k

tw: jake is a cheater and an asshole, swearing, mentions of cheating, mentions of sex (nothing explicit), alcohol consumption, violence, reader is called queen once

notes: i'm back, did you miss me? this piece is part of my collection of fics! indented are the lyrics, banner made by me on canva.

listen to the song for a more immersive experience: spotify link | youtube link

networks: @kflixnet @k-labels @kwritersworld

permanent tag list: @soobin-chois @exfolitae @linos-catnip @prettymiye0n

A place filled with infatuated young adults, alcohol pouring from bottles to glasses and from glasses directly to throats. Sometimes, glasses are even out of the equation.

A young man walking towards an empty room with a beautiful young woman by his side, neither thinking straight, both giving in to the lewd thoughts and desire.

The downing feeling of being betrayed by someone you love, the void consuming you as you easily caught them. 

That was what happened the first time Jake cheated on you.

Yes, the ‘first’ time. It was an error, a mistake. At least that was what he pleaded. But then it happened again. And again.

The fifth time you caught him, you had enough. You broke up with him for good. It felt liberating, like a heavy load was lifted off your shoulders. You couldn’t explain to yourself why you didn’t leave the first time. 

He didn’t say much, except he didn’t particularly want to see you again.

I know, right? You should’ve been the one to say that. Of course, you disagreed. That would’ve been boring.

Even if your feelings for him had diminished over time until entirely expired, it didn’t mean he had the right to treat you the way he did.

Therefore, instead of avoiding him at all costs, you showed up at his usual spots on purpose.

He didn’t want to see you? You were going to make him look at you. Every. Single. Day. So he wouldn’t forget you that easily.

You weren’t usually a revenge type of person, but you felt like he deserved it.

Although I left, I'm not gone It's funny how every day you say that you moved on I hope that everywhere you go and everything you do You'll never forget me, I'll be watching you

After getting a glimpse of you, his friends would ask Jake if he was okay. He’d say the same thing over and over again.

“I’ve moved on guys, I’m good.”

And he believed it, at first. He’d find another person and it would be nice and new, but then would come the intercourse and his mind would be filled with you. He’d reproach the resemblance between the two of you.

He was looking for a pretty girl he could forget you with. Two, eight, twelve… No matter how many people he’d sleep with, he would still see your face and secretly wish it was you with him.

And when you take her home, you're kissing someone new You'll be wishing it was me on top of you And when she's in your bed, I'll be in your head You'll be thinking 'bout me instead

He felt like you were haunting him and blamed it on the fact he saw you every day. It was your fault he felt this way. You were the only one who could free him.

One Saturday night, at a party held by a common friend, Jake found you outside, a half empty glass in hand, dancing with your friends.

Even if he saw you often, it dawned on him that you looked beautiful every time. Almost like a precious jewel in a museum. An unreachable treasure.

He walked up to you and grabbed your wrist, pulling you out of the crowded space.

Smirking, you followed him without a word.

He stopped when you reached a more secluded area, but not too far from the front door.

“Y/N,” he breathed, taking in your revealing dress up close.

“Jake,” you said coldly. “What do you want?”

He reluctantly let go of your hand and you crossed your arms.

“I can’t get you out of my mind.”

You laughed internally. Perfect.

I kinda like it when I'm fucking with your head I kinda like the games I play, I smile when I see you upset

“How is that my problem?” you asked before sipping on your cocktail by the straw.

“Be with me. Let’s start again, yeah?”

You couldn’t stop the loud scoff that left your lips. He looked desperate and pathetic.

“I don’t buy back the stuff I sell, Jake. What, you’re missing me? You wish we were still a thing? Maybe you should’ve thought about me when you cheated. Multiple times, may I add. It’s over. We will never get back together.”

Everything was said calmly, yet firmly. Your plan worked, he was hurting. That was all you wished for.

“Y/N… I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I was wrong.”

“You must be kidding me. It’s a little late for an apology now, don’t you think?”

“You don’t understand…” he pleaded. “All I think about is you. You’re intoxicating.”

“Damn right I am, yet you still went and betrayed me not one time, but five!”

He gulped, avoiding your gaze.

“More than that?” What else was there to say, honestly? He never cared for you. “You know what? I think we’re done here.”

You started to leave, but he took your hand.

You harshly pulled away and slapped him with all the strength you had.

He fell on the muddy floor, soaking his clothes. He put his hand over his reddening cheek, too stunned to speak.

“I said, we’re done.”

You get what you give when you mess with me

You left him there and went back to your friends.

“Ah, shit, my glass is empty,” you sighed. “That sucks.”

You excused yourself and went to the kitchen.

“That was some epic punch back there.”

Pouring yourself a glass of your favorite cocktail, you didn’t look up. No need, you already knew who it was.

“Thanks, Jen.”

“Honestly, he had it coming. What a powerful queen move, Y/Nie.”

She bitched over your ex for about five minutes, during which you concentrated on the effects of the alcohol in your veins and the deafening music playing in the living room, barely hearing her.

“Jen,” you called, interrupting her, “I’m gonna go. Enjoy the rest of the night.”

“Oh—sure, do you want me to drop you off? I haven’t drank a single drop.”

It was true, you should know as you spent your night with her.

“Are you sure? Don’t you want to stay?”

“Nah, these parties aren’t what they used to be.”

Finishing your glass in one go, you grabbed your coat on the way out. Most of your friends were still outside. You both said bye and left the property, no sign of Jake anywhere, except the traces of his body in the mud.

“You look happy,” she commented, opening the car door for you.

“Thanks. Yeah, that slap felt amazing.”

She started driving towards your house. “What are you gonna do, now?”

“Now that I’m done haunting him, I’m gonna focus on my life.”

Wondering what happened to Jake after that?

He had a hard time forgetting you. Even if you stopped showing up, it took him about six months to move on. You scarred him for life, though.

He won’t cheat ever again, I’m telling you!

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[sentientcave]

I missed WIP Wednesday because of car drama, so here's two bits from newer projects. One of them is from an original story I've been working on.

Farm Dog - John Price has a farm in Nova Scotia (Lorelai 'Scout' Price AU)

Rory dotted some oil infused with lavender and catnip and chrysanthemums onto her wrists and neck and ankles to repel biting bugs, and made Soap stand still while she smeared a little on the back of his neck and over his forearms. His hands flexed open and closed, but he was good and didn't touch her, although he did make a teasing comment about her fussing like a hen. It didn't sound like a complaint, especially when she met his eyes for a moment, that fever-bright burn setting her nerves on edge.

Still, he behaved himself on the walk over, not touching her until he spotted a deer at the edge of the woods. He snagged her around the waist to stop her, reeling her in against his chest as he pointed out the doe and her fawn picking their way cautiously across the narrow stretch of clearing to the pond.

Fireflies started appearing out in the grass, skating over the pond and winking in and out of existence as they flew. It was such a pretty scene, the pinkish-grey twilight with stars slowly rolling out across the sky from the east, the doe keeping a wary eye out while the fawn leaned down to drink, spindly legs splayed out for support.

For a moment, Rory was so enraptured by the view that she forgot about Soap still holding onto her, until he nosed against the side of her head, lips finding the edge of her ear.

"S'what I like most about this country," he murmured, his hand spreading out wider on her belly, trying to pull her a little closer, even though he was already plastered against her back, curled around her. "Even this close to people, there's still wilds, ye ken? It's no' like that back home. There's pockets of it, up in the highlands, but it feels like it's only a matter of time afore the English get their hands on it all. Here there's so much-- Feels like he could walk into the forest and ne'er see civilization again."

"You probably could," Rory said absently. "If you went straight West you'd probably be able to walk through to the prairies without seeing another soul, unless you happened across a village or a logging camp. If you went South you'd probably cross a band of farms through New York, but once you got into the Appalachians? I've heard it's easy to get lost through there."

"Aye, I imagine so. D'ye ever think about it, hen? Just headin' out? I've heard the mountains on the other side of the prairies are so tall they pretty near touch the sky. Would be a sight tae see." He smiled against her ear, teeth grazing her skin. She shivered, and he took that as permission to wrap his other arm around her, as if it were cold out.

"I'd maybe like to see them someday. More likely now that there's a train. Don't think I'd much care for the weeks or months of travel." She watched the doe and the fawn carefully head back to the trees, disappearing into the growing dusk. "But I'd never want to leave, not permanently. I love it here. You will too."

"Oh, Ah've no doubt. Already startin' tae." He hummed, pressing his face into her shoulder.

"Soap…" He was getting the wrong idea. She was giving him the wrong idea, letting him hold her like that for so long. Now that the deer had vanished, it was like the spell had broken, the stillness no longer sacrosanct, made breakable again.

"Aye, bonnie?"

"You can't— We can't—" She huffed trying to peel his arms away. "My dad would kill you, Soap. If you like being alive and working here, you need to stop."

And

Sealgair - Alternate History fantasy Europe with witches and a lingering ice age

He built a small fire, sticking the torch in to help it burn, and shed his oilskin coat, laying it out on the ground to sit on. Underneath, his clothes were dry. A blessing for him, since ordinary men were not so resilient in the cold, and his hair was wet, the usual dappled grey and brown turned dark with water. She’d seen men shiver to death in temperatures well above freezing, if they’d gotten even a little wet.

She wouldn’t freeze, but she was uncomfortable, especially now that the calico man had set up his pleasant little fire where she could see it, but feel none of the heat, practically mocking her.

If she had a weapon…

No. She was at a distinct disadvantage in a close fight. The calico was huge, and as much as she wanted to kill him and steal his fire in that moment, she’d more likely spend the rest of the night in chains, or pinned underneath him, or both.

She’d lost more blood than she realized, for that to sound as appealing as it did.

His head lifted, and he cast about the cave suspiciously, eyes narrowed, nostrils flaring slightly. His eyes passed over her dark little corner without catching, her wards doing their job to hide her, but something had him on guard now.

A slow grin spread across his face. “Are you thinking about me, witch?” he asked, tilting his head to catch the echos and get a better understanding of the space. “You might as well come out. You won’t like it as much if I have to come and get you.”

Annis kept her breathing steady, internally cursing him.

“No? Alright.” He pushed himself to his feet, walking along the opposite wall, the slight scuff of his boot the only sound for a moment. “I’t’s much nicer by the fire, and I’m not such bad company. I thought we were getting along.”

If getting along meant not killing each other, then they should have been the best of friends already. She was only trying to avoid the target that killing one of their stupid little hounds would paint on her back. She was already a shifter, she didn’t need to draw any more attention than she already did. Killing was a last resort. Although she was strongly considering making an exception for him now.

“You know, all the times we’ve met, and we’ve never properly introduced ourselves. Why don’t you come out and tell me your name?”

Annis scoffed, wincing a moment later when he whipped around, eyes on her side of the cavern. He certainly wasn’t going to give up the hunt now.

[strawbewrysuffie]

Can I request Nekomiya Mata? Shortened to just Nekomata by herself. You can watch some videos of her, but essentially, she talks in a weird baby voice and puts 'nya~' at the end of her sentences. She says this is "just how cat thirens talk (nya)," but it's not. We see other cat thirens in the game, and they don't talk like that. She also stops doing it past the Cunning Hares storyline? But she still does it in her character selection vocieline. She's also animated in a pretty flexible way that is unique to her in zzz's already rubber wobbling animation.

Her current affiliations are Belle/Wise aka Phaethon, aka the protagonists you play as and the Cunning Hares aka Gentle house aka her friends who adopted her. She looks up to Nicole a whole lot, she and Anby have a bit of a rivalry, and everyone likes Billy Kid.

She briefly runs away for a bit. Because she messed up in a mission, I think, but her entire team comes looking for her to tell her that they're really not mad and they messed up missions too and they would never actually be or were upset at her for something like that.

Some pics of my baby :3

Tell me if you need more things!

LITTLE!NEKOMIYA HEADCANONS!!

I have more then enough info hehe!! I tried to make it longer then normal cause ur my friend :3

[🐾] her team mainly looks after her, she claims she doesn't need help or support when in littlespace but that's obviously a lie! :3

[🍬] she whines whenever she doesn't get her way, she can be shut up easily tho, just give her teether and she will stay silent for 5 hours straight!! (◍•ᴗ•◍)

[🐾] her teether is actually those catnip toys! Because she's a nekogirl and I'm pretty sure their basically the same thing

[🍬] i feel like her little age would be fluid, but her main age she regresses to is 3 to 6.

[🐾] she probably has some sensory issues especially in little space, she refuses to eat anything other then her safe foods!!

[🍬] she used to bite on EVERYTHING!! 1!! 1! Before she got her teether, her team was worried that she was going to hurt or even break her teeth from how rough she was being, so they ended up getting her one.

[🐾] I feel like she would probably have a queen of hearts phase after watching alice in the wonderland and pretend to be her, but in her version, she's a 'evil princess' and forces billy to pick her up and hold her up in the air.

"MAWAHAHAHA!! Hehe, you will all... BE BEHEADED!!" After they don't agree to everything she says.

[🍬] if there's a cat plushie, she has it, no matter how big, how small, how expensive, how cheap, she has it.

[🐾] she has problems expressing her emotions while in littespace, and her team struggled to figure out what she wants, but they soon figured out they can tell from how her tail is moving:3

[🍬] ankle biter, that's all I'm going to say.

[🐾] always asks to play at the weirdest of times, she will stand there watching her team sleep at 4:23am and ask "can we pretty please play Barbies:3?"

[🍬] she has broken so many beds because she kept jumping on them, her team debated on getting a trampoline for her because they were tired of having so many beds broken because of her.

Uhmm hopefully this is good!! I tried my best!!

[entomolog-t]

G/tWAC Day 4: Favorite Scenes

Mild spoiler warnings for The Stranding, Blanket, and Clumsy

(Nothing that's a huge plot reveal- just quite literally spoiling some amazing scenes)

I want to have a diverse spread of author's but theres NO WAY I can talk about favorite scenes without bringing up @belethlegwen again.

One of my favorite scenes is Mel's first time meeting Edmund, Bravest-soldier-in-the-ranks, Miller. The scene hits so well- A giant woman washing up on shore, the general sentiment of unease, if not outright fear from The Watch...

Then theres Miller.

Even without ineracting with him yet, Mel notices he's a bit different than the other men- with just this overall lack of hesitation when getting nearer to her. Brother is straight grinning like the lil big goon he is.

Belle does such a phenomenal job setting the scene. The expectations set, and swiftly subverted, the way she describes his actions and voice just beautifully showing he just is not scared. The goofy chemistry between the two just so wonderfully cuts the tension of the previous chapters, but without fully severing it. Things still feel uneasy, but Miller (as well as the wonderful Lionus) feel like a reprise.

“They’ve even got a name for soldiers like me in the company!”

“Oh?” she asked, placing the empty barrel down on the other side of him, and then moving her hand toward the freshly opened one. The other two men had gone back for the last two barrels from the cart and were rolling them towards her at speed.

“Idiots,” - Chapter 5 of The Stranding.

JAFGSFLKH- here we witness the birth of The Idiot Brigade😭 Every interaction with that man just has me cackling.

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Next up is the the short that is the Literal embodiment of AJFHLkfhkfh by @bittykimmy13 / @kendsleyauthor

Never has a scene made me want to bark so much as the blanket scene???? If you haven't read it PLEASE don't let me spoil it for you because this is the juicest fearplay spice- I physically cannot restrain myself from keyboard mashing when talking about this.

What makes the blanket scene so incredibly good is just this fun yet high tension game of cat and mouse between Micah and Everly. Its this playfully predatory flirting that just gets the heart pumping and the mind flustered, and it just all cumulates with Everly trying to avoid Micah catching her while she dodges his hand under the cover of a blanket- with Micah just giving in and crawling under the covers to get her??

I DONT KNOW WHAT IT IS BUT THAT VISUAL??? ASFDKJASJF

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Lastly is an incredibly recent fic/short(?) (please let it be ongoing I love them your honor) by @clumsiestgiantess (Everyday I am thankful that my brainrot is apparently wildly contageous to @clumsiestgiantess) that just??? The perfect timing of the slightly angsty fluff?? *screams into a pillow*

Fen is a borrower who has been through some nasty events in the passed 24 hours (and frankly just in general) and is just trying his best. Alice is a human who's clear concern and care for others (along with her grades) is palpable. Together the pair have one of the most tender interactions I have ever read. Just FFHKFH- Its literal catnip and I want to roll in it.

“Are you ok?  You look sick.  If this makes you uncomfortable, I can put you back down.  You didn’t have to get on.”  It’s just like in the car — her blue-eyed gaze looking me over with genuine concern.  “I- I’m alright.”  She gently shakes her head.  “You aren’t, though.  You’re shaking.”  The gentlest pressure alights on my chest as a soft finger brushes up against it.  “And your heart’s beating really fast.”  Her touch is so soft — incredibly cautious like she’s holding something precious and delicate.  Maybe I am, to her.  It’s nothing like what I had imagined a human would feel like, nothing at all.

In a brief moment of weakness, my eyes tear up and I squeeze her finger closer, pressing my forehead against it.  It is absolutely terrifying thinking about where I am.  I’ve spent all my life believing it’s a place of certain death.  Why is it so comfortable? - Part 2 of this work of literal art

Just the word choice and pacing of this whole interaction? The dialogue is just so compassionate. And then there the action. GOODNESS. Alice taking her figure to his chest? FEN THEN TAKING THAT FINGER AND PRESSING HIS FORHEAD TO IT???

The line "Why is it so comfortable?"

I promise you- this scene made me audibly gasp.

The mix of such sweet and tender dialogue with that visual?? Gosh it had my heart racing like a lovestruck teen.

I highly recommend you all check these works (and these authors) out!

[silvysartfulness]

so three questions in one, i would like to know your:

-xuexiao thoughts

-songxiao thoughts

-songxue thoughts

separated from songxuexiao

(if you would also like to provide your songxuexiao thoughts i would love to read that too i just wanna see specifically how you feel and think about each ship individually)

(+bonus: any a-qing ships you do or don't have, why/why not, and/or any sexuality/gender headcanons you might have for her)

Oh wow, that’s a very broad question! Let’s see what we can come up with…

XueXiao was my entry point to the SXX ship. I love their chemistry in CQL (much more than in MDZS) I love how – when all other variables were stripped away – they make each other happy. How they share the same silly, almost childish humour, and love to laugh and tease and joke together.

How Xiao Xingchen’s patience and gentle nature allows Xue Yang to experiment with being a kind of person he’s never been before – just a human being, a bit sharp around the edges, but no longer an attack-dog, a weapon or tool. Just a person, being given affection for free, just for being.

And how Xue Yang makes Xiao Xingchen happy, makes him laugh. He’s helpful – first, no doubt, because he’s learned to make himself useful to stay alive. But later just because he actually enjoys taking care of the people he likes. And Xiao Xingchen relishes in being loved and appreciated – and also getting to be just a human being. No legendary hero or world-saviour. But just a person, loved.

I also have a huge weak spot for the kind of hopeless obsessive devotion Xue Yang expresses after Xiao Xingchen’s death! That getting him back somehow matters more than anything, even his own life. That he never stops trying. That his final moments is remembering Xiao Xingchen’s kindness, smiling as he looks at the candy and finally lets go.

That’s a major reason why I started writing Heaven – to give them a second chance at realizing how much they did and do care about each other, how much the other cares. How much of that was real.

SongXiao is by far the weakest part of the triangle for me, personally. Not as in they’re not close, because they are, but because they don’t interest me much without Xue Yang there to spice things up. They have some issues, certainly, but on their own they’re just a bit too straight-laced and wholesome to be very interesting.

I do find Song Lan’s issues with touch clashing with Xiao Xingchen’s tactile nature interesting, and the Yearning can be good, too.

But still... Without Xue Yang there, I don’t connect much to these two on their own. I virtually never read fic for just the two of them (and not only because a lot of SongXiao fics sadly often spring fun surprise “fix-it”s that just boil down to “kill Xue Yang and everything’s fine!” on you without even warning for it.) They’re just a bit eh.

SongXue is delicious. It’s hurty and crunchy with a lot of fun chemistry to poke at. They both start from a place of loathing everything the other is, and then take a fascinating further detour through destroying the most precious things the other has. For that to turn into any kind of working relationship… It takes a lot of work. And that work, the dealing with and overcoming past trauma, forced cooperation, realizing the things they have in common, the world’s most grudging respect and appreciation slowly growing between them... That’s my catnip. I love it. I’m not interested in canon divergent stories where they just rush past all that to forgiveness and love. I want to see the work.

When I first started writing Heaven, my outlook was to fit in some angry hatesex at best, and really struggled with imagining a way for them to actually grow to love each other. And it did take a lot of work! Some 350k of it! And a lot of hurt, and compromise, and dogged determination from the both of them! But now they’ve finally gotten there and it feels solid. It feels earned.

No forgiveness for the unforgivable hurt of the past, but an unspoken mutual agreement to look to the future. Love that for them.

Finally, the SongXueXiao triangle as a whole – I love how well they all balance each other when together.

Xiao Xingchen can be overly idealistic, but paired with Song Lan’s pragmatism it turns into more concrete things to actually do, and Xue Yang’s irreverent habit of pointing out the weakest links in their reasoning to tear down their arguments also identifies what really needs working on… It’s a good way of making progress!

I like how Song Lan’s stubborn patience and stern sense of justice can temper Xue Yang’s worst and most violent impulses, and how Xue Yang can push Song Lan out of his comfort zone and force him to consider greyscales and not just neat blacks and whites.

I love how Xue Yang grows when he’s feeling loved, and how much he loves taking care of his loved ones, though he wouldn’t realize himself that that’s what he’s actually doing. He just likes pampering them, when given the chance! It does piss him off to no end, sometimes, the way they try to "change" him and "hold him back" - but once he’s calmed down a bit, he can usually see when it’s merited and for his own good, and even when not… the compromises are an acceptable trade-off to get to have the good parts of the relationship.

They’re good for each other, a mix of supporting the best in each other, and helping temper and guide their weaknesses into better habits and more nuanced understanding.

This is a set, do not separate. ♥

As for a-Qing… I love her as a character! Especially her weird aggro-sibling relationship with Xue Yang. But I don’t have any very strong feelings about her aside from that – I’ll happily read fics where she stays single all her life, or ends up in a happily married polycule, or settles down with husband and kids, or dates around as she pleases. She can be ace or lesbian or pan or anything. You do you, Queen!

In Deep Blue Sea, she had a friends with benefits situationship with Wen Qing. In Under The Wheel it wasn’t stated outright, but the way she kept wandering with the other three, she never settled down with any one partner, but had the occasional flings and a number of more or less casual bedmates along the journey.

The only real notp I’d have for her would probably be Xiao Xingchen or Song Lan, who are more gege/parent-coded to her in my mind. If, in some version of events, she would be interested in exploring sex with the mysterious (canonically designated handsome) stranger who lived with them in Yi City, though? Sure, why not. I don’t know if Xue Yang would go for it, and it’s not a ship I would seek out, but that I can imagine enjoying if handled just right.

Other than that, as I said, pretty much anything goes. She’s not a character I would seek out fic for, but I very much like her as part of the whole Yi City mess. She should get to have fun and get good things! She certainly deserves it every bit as much as the other three disasters.

[carousel-anon-aka-alexander]

:)

Here’s a challenge: try to do a full day of school (actually, that could be the whole challenge by itself), and then, afterward, go on a quest to find a goddess, knowing that when you get home, if you get home, you’ll still have a couple of hours of math and science homework to do.

I was feeling pretty salty as we headed downtown, and it had nothing to do with my Salty Sailor.

Osiris brought us straight to Times Square—the noisiest, most crowded, most tourist-infested part of Manhattan. I tried to avoid Times Square as much as possible, which naturally meant I just kept getting sucked into it, usually to battle a monster, talk to a god, or hang from a billboard in my boxer shorts. (Long story.)

Osiris stopped at a storefront I would have passed right by. For half a block, all the windows were covered in foil. Usually, that means the place is either out of business or super shady. Then I looked up at the enormous electronic sign above the entrance. I might have walked by it a dozen times before, but I’d never paid it any attention. In Times Square, all the flashy jumbo screens kind of blend together.

“No way,” I said.

Nausicaa shook her head. “She really named her place Hebe Jeebies?”

“Afraid so,” Osiris sighed.

“And how did you know about this place?” I asked.

His cheeks flushed. “They have great licorice ropes. You can’t pass by without smelling them!”

I couldn’t see anything through the windows. I definitely didn’t smell anything. Then again, I don’t have this man’s nose for licorice. It’s kind of like catnip for goat guys.

“It’s a candy store, then?” Nausicaa asked.

“No, more like . . .” Osiris tilted his head. “Actually, it’s easier to show you.”

I wasn’t sure traipsing into a goddess’s lair was the best idea, but he pushed through the doors and we followed. Because licorice, I guess.

Inside . . . well, imagine all the cheesiest entertainment centers from the 1990s got together and had a food baby. That was Hebe Jeebies

Rows of Skee-Ball machines stood ready for action. A dozen Dance Dance Revolution platforms blinked and flashed, inviting us to boogie. Aisles with every arcade game I’d ever heard of, and dozens that I hadn’t, lined the vast, dimly lit warehouse, making the whole place a glowing labyrinth. (And labyrinth is a word I never use lightly.)

In the distance, I spotted a candy station with fill-your-own-bag dispensers and huge bins of colorful sweet stuff. On the other side of the warehouse were a cafeteria with picnic tables and a stage where robotic iguanas played musical instruments.

There was a ball pit the size of a house, a climbing structure that looked like a giant hamster habitat, a bumper-car course, and a ticket-exchange station with oversize stuffed animals for prizes. The whole place smelled of pizza, pretzels, and industrial cleaner. And it was packed with families.

“I get it now,” said Nausicaa, shivering. “This place does give me the heebie-jeebies.”

“I’ve been here a few times.” Osiris’ expression was a combination of anxiety and hunger . . . which, come to think of it, was his usual expression. “I’ve never found the other end of the place.”

I looked at the happy kids running around obliviously and the parents who seemed just as thrilled to play games they probably remembered from their own childhoods.

“Okay,” I said, inching back toward the front door. “I’m getting strong Lotus Casino vibes in here . . . like low-rent Lotus Casino, but still . . .”

I didn’t have to explain what I meant. Years ago, we’d gotten stuck in a Vegas casino that offered a thousand reasons to never leave. We’d just barely escaped.

“It’s not a trap,” Osiris said. “At least, I’ve never had any trouble leaving. These families . . . they come and go. They don’t seem to be stuck in time.”

He had a point. I didn’t spot anybody with bell-bottoms or 1950s haircuts, which was a good sign. A family walked by, their arms full of stuffed-animal prizes, and left the building with no problem.

“Then . . . what’s the catch?” Nausicaa asked. “There’s always a catch.”

I nodded in agreement. I’d never walked into any establishment run by a Greek god, monster, or other immortal being that didn’t have a nasty downside. The more interesting the place looked, the more dangerous it was.

“I don’t know,” Osiris admitted. “I usually just get licorice and leave. I keep a low profile.”

He frowned at me, as if worried I might do something high-profile like burn the place down. Honestly, that hurt. Just because I’ve been known to burn places down, blow things up, and unleash apocalyptic disasters wherever I go . . . that doesn’t mean I’m totally irresponsible.

“And you’re sure Hebe is here?” I asked.

“No, but . . .” Os wriggled his shoulders. “You know that feeling you get when there’s a god around and you can’t see them, but you kind of feel like there’s a swarm of dung beetles on the back of your neck?”

“Not exactly . . .” I said.

“Also,” said Nausicaa, “dung beetles is oddly specific.”

Osiris brushed the metaphorical poop bugs off his neck. “Anyway, I’ve got that feeling now. We could ask the staff if Hebe’s around. If we can find someone.”

We moved into the arcade. I kept my hand at my side, ready to draw out Riptide, my pen-sword, though there didn’t seem to be much to fight except grade-school kids and video game bosses. I half expected the robot iguana band to charge us with banjo bayonets, but they just kept playing their programmed songs.

“Oh, my gods,” Nausicaa said. “Stackers. I haven’t played that since . . .”

Her thoughts seemed to drift away. She’d been at Camp Half-Blood since she was seven years old, so she must have been reliving a really early memory. It made sense to me that she would like a game where you had to place one block on top of another. She was all about building and architecture.

As we approached the candy station, I felt a pang in my abdomen. Not because I was hungry, but because the smell reminded me so much of my mom’s old workplace, Sweet on America. I used to love going there during the summer and watching her help people pick out candy. I guess it was a pretty hard job, and it didn’t pay much, but my mom never failed to make people smile. They always left happy, with just the right mix of treats, which made my mom seem like a superhero to me.

Of course, she was still a superhero to me for a lot of reasons. But back when I was seven or eight, having a mom who was the candy lady felt like the coolest thing ever. She used to bring me free samples when she came home, and this place had all my old favorites: blueberry saltwater taffy, blue sour laces, blue . . . well, everything. It’s amazing my tongue hadn’t turned permanently violet.

Osiris sniffed at the rows of licorice ropes, which came in so many colors they reminded me of Tir’s tie rack.

A group of adults walked past, giggly and teary-eyed, reminiscing about their favorite treats and games from back in the day.

“It’s a nostalgia trap,” I realized. “The place is selling people their own childhoods.”

Nausicaa nodded. Her gaze drifted around the amusement center like she was scanning for threats. “That makes sense, but a lot of places sell nostalgia. It’s not necessarily a bad thing. . . .”

An employee walked past wearing a bright blue Hebe Jeebies polo shirt and matching shorts, fussing with a wheel of paper prize tickets.

“Excuse me, miss?” Nausicaa touched her arm, and the employee jumped.

“What?” she snapped.

I realized she was just a kid. She had wiry black hair with pink barrettes, a pouty baby face, and a name tag that read SPARKY, MANAGER. She couldn’t have been more than nine years old.

“Sorry.” Sparky took a breath. “The token machine is broken again, and I gotta get these tickets to . . . Anyway, how can I help?”

I wondered if the gods had child-labor laws for their magical businesses. If so, the goddess of youth apparently didn’t believe in them.

“We’re looking for Hebe?” I asked.

“If this is about a refund for a defective game—”

“It’s not,” I said.

“Or the pizza being moldy—”

“It’s not. Also, yuck.”

“Depends on the mold,” Osiris murmured.

“We just need to speak to the goddess in charge,” Nausicaa said. “It’s kind of urgent.”

Sparky scowled, then relented. “Past the diving cliff; left at the henhouse.”

“Diving cliff?” I asked.

“Henhouse?” asked Osiris.

“She’ll be in the karaoke bar.” Sparky wrinkled her nose like this was an unpleasant fact of life. “Don’t worry. You’ll hear it.”

She hurried off with her wheel o’ prize tickets. I looked at Nausicaa and Osiris. “Are we really going to search out a karaoke bar . . . like, on purpose?”

“You can duet with me on ‘Shallow,’ ” Nausicaa offered.

“You don’t want that,” I promised.

“Oh, I don’t know.” She pinched my arm lightly. “Might be romantic.”

“I’m just going to keep walking,” said Osiris.

Which was probably the wisest choice.

We found the diving cliff: a two-story wall of fake rock where you could jump off into a suspiciously murky pool of water. A couple of kids were doing it on a loop, splashing down, clambering out, and racing back up to the top, while their parents stood nearby, engrossed in a game of Space Invaders.

I may be related to Poseidon, but you couldn’t have paid me enough to jump into that pool. Any enclosed body of water where little kids have been playing? No thanks. Nevertheless, I took note of where the pool was, just in case I needed some H2O to throw around.

I am a guy of limited talents. If I can’t kill it with water, a sword, or sarcasm, I am basically defenseless. I come preloaded with sarcasm. The pen-sword is always in my pocket. Now I had access to water, so I was as prepared as I could ever be.

We passed the henhouse . . . which I’d thought might be a nickname for a private event space or something, like where you’d have hen parties. But no. It was an actual henhouse. Right in the middle of the arcade stood a red shack on stilts, surrounded by a chicken-wire fence. On the floor around it, about a dozen hens and some little yellow chicks were pecking at feed, clucking, and basically being chickens.

“Why?” I asked.

“Hebe’s sacred animal,” Nausicaa said. “Maybe we should move along.”

I didn’t argue. The chickens were staring at us with their beady black eyes as if thinking, Dude, if we were still dinosaurs, we would tear you to pieces.

At last, we found the karaoke bar. It was partitioned off from the rest of the amusement center by a set of sliding mahogany doors, but that didn’t stop the music from seeping through. Inside, half a dozen tables faced a sad little stage, where a squad of old folks belted out a song that sounded vaguely Woodstock-ish. The stage lights pulsed a sickly yellow color. The sound system crackled.

That didn’t seem to bother the others, who threw their arms around one another and waved their canes, their bald heads gleaming as they wailed about peace and sunshine.

“Can we leave now?” Osiris asked, looking highly uncomfortable.

Nausicaa pointed to a booth against the far wall. “Look over there.”

Sitting in the booth, tapping her feet to the music, was a girl about my age. At least, that’s what she appeared to be. But I could tell she was a goddess because immortals always make themselves a little too flawless when they appear in human form: perfect complexion, hair always photoshoot ready, clothes far too crisp and colorful for mere mortals. The girl in the booth wore a pink-and-turquoise minidress with white go-go boots but somehow managed to make it look hip and not like a retro Halloween costume. Her hair was a dark beehive swirl. It occurred to me she was channeling a fashion that would remind anyone of their own childhoods.

We approached the booth. “Lady Hebe?” I asked.

I figured that was the safest way to address her. I was guessing her last name wasn’t Jeebies.

The goddess raised a finger to silence me, her eyes still fixed on the geriatric singers. “Don’t they seem happy? So young again!”

The old-folk did seem happy. I wasn’t sure about young, but maybe young meant something different back in the day.

“Um, yeah,” I said. “We were just wondering—”

“Please, sit.” The goddess waved her hand, and three chairs appeared on the outside of the booth.

Then Hebe issued one of the most terrifying threats I had ever heard from a god: “I’ll order us some pizza, and we can talk while the old folks sing protest songs.”

Im enjoying this soooo much ahhhhh

@mini-assassin-osiris @fated-runaway

[moodbroads]

MEET MY LOCAL STRAY/LOST/OUTDOOR KITTY!! (we literally have no idea)

WE HAVE NO IDEA WHAT TJEIR ACTUAL NAME IS (we call them stormi) OR GENDER IS BUT I FUGGIN LOVE THEM SO MUCH THEY KEEP COMING BACK AAGAHGDAAAA (its prob cuz the wild catnip we have growin round and the attention we give em tho XDD)

I LOVE THEIR LITTLE FROSTY FEETS AND BLUE TRIANGLE THING AND BRIGHT EYES AND BROWN BELLY THEY AND THEIR SUBLE-STRIPED TAIL AAAAA I WANNA KEEP THEM FOREVER BUT WE HAVE DOGS AND I + MY MA HAVE NO EXPIRIENCE WITH A CAT AND LIKE..WHAT IF TJHERES AN ACTUAL OWNER T_T

my favorite little glitter pebble puma otty you litterally dont know how much i wanna katnap u ur so beautiful and kind and PURRED AND RUBBED AND MEOWED TO ME AAAA <3

*DUMPS THE MOST AMAZING PHOTOS ONTO U* (my lord cats are hard to photograph)

aint gonna lie tho i think my best theory would actually be outdoor cat as:

-we have many neighbors w/ cats -no major or minor(?) scars -no fleas, mites or bugthings (as ive seen so far) -very friendly to humans (walked straight up to me, rubbing, etc) -fine with loud noises (gravel stepping, airplanes, lawn mowers, my annoying ahh dogs) -looks pretty healthy (idk whta a healthy cat looks like irl but most seem to be pretty slim in photos and can be healthy)

have they given birth before btw??- or is that just a really big primordial pouch- (can u tell i have never interacted with a cat irl yet-)

also any tips on how to 'catch' a cat without loosing any of its trust? im afraid they might not return if i fail cuz i wanna chip check em xdd

[dangermousie]

I love how she can automatically tell which one is him, but also so much of Ling's bucket of trauma is filled because he never truly developed a sense of self outside of Sheng and then Sheng killed himself and...well. (Something I found very very telling btw is that he doesn't let the nun who asked after his brother know that his brother is dead because she's a nice person so why upset her. So often when we have a ML with trauma and/or "wild," the narrative views it as a license for them to be a bastard. Ling has serious issues and he's very laddish (to use a British term), but he is consistently a decent person on a very basic level. It's what makes this whole relationship possible. One can be happy with a person who has issues but not a person who's cruel or mean.)

Since this is a rewatch, ummm ummmm UMMMM UMMMMMMMM. It's so interesting to me that both QL and Tong Dao are twisted mirrors of Sheng - QL a lighter one - the one who actually is the way Ling viewed Sheng as - and TD an openly psycho one. Sheng was...well...a better covering up TD (and his obsession with his bro was not sexual, obviously) but the older I get, the less ugh I feel about him because just like Ling, he was failed by every adult around them - the adults basically ensured the two twins would have a codependent relationship and seeing the amount of mental illness and trauma in Ling's family and anyone's lack of any attempt to do anything about it until they really jumped off the cliff much too late and then overdid it the other way and stuck Ling in a literal straight jacket and asylum for violently insane...well, not a fan of Sheng but kid had no chance. (Side note, I love the drama having no issue by giving its ML the OTP that is explicitly the non-related, girl version of the idealized version of his twin; a person whose death left him with a psychic wound and was the last straw for a lot of stuff that was already there - his trauma was in a way fixed by having that relationship restored only now romantic and healthy.)

If QL was "normal," I'd perhaps tell her to consider if she wants to get into a relationship with someone who collapses with a full on panic attack due to hallucinations (!!!) because that is a lot of heavy lifting, but her demons are just as bad if different and the narrative is very good at selling me on the fact that nobody else would do for either of these very damaged, very idiosyncratic people. So much of this story is about mirrors - in the most basic way, Ling and Sheng being identical twins, but also Tong Dao and Ling, Qi Luo and Sheng, but ultimately, Qi Luo and Ling are the biggest most complimentary mirrors.

I love that she lost it only after she competently administered first aid. I love her. And I love that he apologizes for her terror. Honestly, they are both so very decent, on a very fundamental level.

When she asks him to come back to college because she now enjoys going and he looks like he's melting...

I loved this bit, where she tells she wants to watch him go because every time he leaves, she is worried she won't see him again and I think it's like a hammer to his walls because she has seen him at his darkest (strangling Ah Bin), most honest (talking about his twin or psych ward) and most damaged (collapsing) and she still thinks he hangs the moon. Being loved as opposed to lusted over or whatever is heady enough, but being seen and being loved for that is...for someone with his issues, it's catnip. (This is the first time he can actually be weak around someone and for it to be OK - for everyone else he's either a status symbol due to looks, a nuisance (fam), needs to be protector (Sheng) or just doesn't let them in (everyone else) but here is QL and it's amazing for him.)

The way she quietly waits, awwww. PS I love that Daye is not pining for her in the least. He gave it his best try, it did not work out and he is all "well, moving on." God, he is so sane. In a lot of ways, he's the best person in the story, even if not suited for QL, and I am so happy he gets his own love and happiness.

[martyrette]

Rest In Treats, My Best Friend

A lot of people refuse to adopt adult cats due to them fear they won't bond. That was never the case with you and I. Your owner, who ironically had the first name as me, was giving you away at five years old - her apartment wouldn't let you bring her. At the same time, my Grandad was at the pub, fuming how my father gave away my plushies and berated be for having them at age twelve. Who would have guessed the perfect, chunky orange kitty would have been waiting there for him to bring home to me. It was around Christmas time and things were rough for mom and I. We had gotten the apartment but we still stayed most of our time with Sitty and Grandad due to a lot of reasons. He brought you in, forgoing his typical routine of dropping off his phonebook and wallet by the back table. Instead he went straight into the kitchen with you in his arms. I ran in and saw you, saying "I'm so happy I could cry". I remember Sitty telling me to change your name from 'Simba' to something else because she thought it was "ugly", but she just never saw The Lion King. So I named you after one of my favorite stuffed animals my Dad took - Vinny.

You became my best friend that day, a five year old orange short-hair and a twelve year old ready to give you the world. No, you weren't my first cat, but you have been by far the most special. You gave Mom so much company, especially when I would be taken away by Children's Aid. She would sing all of her silly songs about you, post about you on Facebook and speak of you as if you were her second child. You saw the best and worst of her and when she died, you got to see those parts of me too.

You helped me heal so much from losing her. I knew you were grieving too. I would start to sing her songs to you, dress you up in silly costumes, buy you all sorts of fancy treats to spoil you. When you would cry in the middle of the night, I would just have to call your name and you'd come running straight to me, begging for loves and pets. Whenever I would miss Mom, I'd scoop you up in a big hug and you'd start to purr - I knew you missed her too. You were a tangible part of her big heart, and I felt her love and your own so strongly.

Your favorite things were your red blankie, the laser pointer, catnip (you fucking cokehead) and anything with chicken. You loved and thought with your big fluffy tummy, and I remember when Grandad made homemade top quality clams and I gave you one because I wanted you to feel fancy too. Grandad huffed and said "My cooking wasted on a cat", but you and I could see his smirk. He probably thought it was funny.

You would always come and cuddle me during my panic attacks and bouts of morning anxiety, sit on my hands and feet when I would have taken too much codeine and they felt so cold. You followed me around whatever house we stayed in, making sure I was never alone. Your stand ominously in doorways, fluoride staring me down. You stole my McDonalds more times than I can count, just shoving your silly little head in the bag, vacuuming up whatever fries you could. You groomed and licked my head when I was paralyzed in bed from my depressive cycles. You were always jealous of Ron, knocking over my phone during FaceTimes with him, biting him when he’s tried to pet you and rolling all over his sweaters he gave me to let me know you were the only little man in my life. You were there to comfort me when Grandad passed away and for the final time I saw you, you sat nestled around my head before Ron and I went on our vacation. I'm sorry I ever left.

I hate that I'm so far away from you right now, that I wasn't there to be with you in your final moments. I can only count my blessings that Aunt S, Sitty and Bri were all there with you to make sure you were loved. You left me so early - earlier than I thought. You were only fifteen, this morning.

You watched me grow up from a confused young girl, to a troubled, damaged woman and into a now graduated and healed enbie. You never judged me for my jagged edges, opting to love me all the same. I'll never forget you, Vinny - or what you've done for me. You were the strongest reason I kept going whenever it got tough; I had to be there for you.

When Ron and I speak of our new place together, we always envisioned you there with Sassy Fras. It breaks my heart to know that you'll never be in those dreams - that I'll be making my very first home without you.

I know you're with Mom and Grandad now, but it still hurts to know that my last pieces of them has truly left. I don’t know where to go from here without you.

Rest in Treats, my Vinny Baby, Vincent Von Nacho, Vinchenzo, Chubby Numnums, Baby Boy, My Son, Pinkichincky, Bucatini, Stinki Boi

[5yn]

aion/mary, 1200 words

Mary Magdalene doesn’t fear cliffs or spires. She doesn’t steer clear of bodies of water, unfathomably deep, and shakes off her wince with a brittle laugh when she stumbles, one night, in the pitch-black darkness. 

The cut on her leg, upon inspection, is a straight and less-than-shallow red. “Steady now,” Aion says, watching disinterestedly – the vaunted Holy Woman she may be, and he’ll be the last to deny the value of her assistance, but she still bleeds and bruises like any other human out there. He has better eyesight than her, and it takes a moment for her to take his arm. It probably had looked like some lumpy, shadowy thing before her vision had adjusted. “Can you stand? …Should’ve never made Chrono walk ahead of you, huh. Rotten luck.” 

She might have seen the fall coming. She’s never been the easiest to read, as far as humans go, but mild perturbation on his part isn’t going to lead him to begrudge her secrets. Chrono seems taken enough by her, which is an observation that is utterly meaningless as much as it is, at times, a source of dry fascination – it is his brother, after all – and so most days, that’s enough.

Chrono frets, of course, when he hears of the injury, which is a far more amusing spectacle, and, after a second of confused flailing, tears away a scrap of his jacket to stem the bleeding. They’ve set up a temporary camp; the fire clings to the shadows on her face, the crinkle of sadness in her smiling eyes, the fragile shiver of her shoulders even as she coos and teases Chrono over the attention he’s giving her all over a minor wound. 

“Are you blushing on me? How charming.” Her hand twitches, as if about to cling to Chrono, but withdraws at the last moment to tuck stray strands of pale hair behind her ear. Her hesitation, painfully and boringly human, is another secret, but it’s not one Aion particularly cares to unearth the roots of. “Don’t worry too much, though,” she murmurs. “I’m not afraid of a little pain.”

“What are you afraid of, Holy Woman?”

The question comes out casual, slightly superior, a little challenging. He’s not really sure what he’s expecting.

“I fear wide-open spaces,” replies Mary, looking up at Aion, her sweet smile turned sharp with blitheful rue. “They just seem to go on forever, with no end. Don’t you think so too?” 

.

She retained her fondness for reading even after it stopped being a habit she took on to fill in the empty days and compulsory loneliness of her long imprisonment. Mostly it’s Shader who joins her, the two of them giggling in tandem as they discuss physics and mathematics and Pandaemonium’s memories etched like genetic ink, but one day Aion makes his presence known on the other side of the table, stacks of books and tomes and misplaced notes smelling of coffee and catnip forming a makeshift fortress between them. 

Mary just nods and smiles politely in greeting. There’s nothing to fear here. Aion mostly minds himself, and he minds himself well; she knows he spends time in Eden’s library too, having procured a good chunk of the books himself, but they keep missing each other just barely. There’s nothing to be worried about there, either. 

“Does this place not remind you even a little of the Abbey? It’s hard for me to imagine why you’d spend so much time in this part of Eden, replicating the conditions of your birdhouse.”

“Birdcage,” she corrects gently, glancing up from the pages of the book in her lap. Aion pouts rather than blushes, and embarrassment is less satisfying to witness on him than it is on Chrono, in her private opinion, but she can’t help a faint smile regardless. “And it’s different. I had no choice then. But now I’ve finally found them … the wings that will set me free.”

“And what do you mean by that?”

“Chrono,” Mary says simply. 

“Interesting. You’re giving him that much credit?”

“Never mind if the cage isn’t locked, Aion,” she explains, her voice soft. “Don’t you know already? Without wings, a bird will never be able to fly.”

.

“Does human culture really interest you that much, Aion?” she asks, looking over his shoulder at the novel he’s reading. 

“In a sense,” he replies. “It’s relevant information to know when us Sinners need to blend in, anyhow, so it’s not mere entertainment. Though I’ve found human stories exaggerate. They dramatize. Is it because your kind is so short-lived that they seem to love drawing out the pathos and tragedy and bliss of their brief existences?”

Mary ponders the question. “I think people write stories to live with themselves,” she says. Her expression tightens with something hot and fleeting, quickly smothered like the last dying embers of a violent blaze. She draws her hands to her chest, and her heart deeper into herself. “Yes. Things make more sense to them that way.”

“They wrote legends and fairytales after you, didn’t they? And look at what you have to show for it.”

“Thank you for your concern,” Mary says, almost amused. There’s something about the glint in her eyes that disconcerts him. “But I’m free now.”

“You recommended this book to me,” he says, changing the subject. “Our tastes don’t perfectly align, but it’s enjoyable enough so far.”

“Oh? I’m pleased to hear that.” She tilts her head, her laugh a gentle trill that spreads to the ruddy flush on her cheeks and slight shake of her shoulders. “Just don’t tell me how it ends.”

Aion looks at her skeptically. “You haven’t finished it?”

“I always stop halfway,” Mary confesses. Her hands clasp together, not in prayer, and she isn’t asking for forgiveness. “I prefer to think of my own endings.”

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Mary Magdalene is only human in the end. Just a person like any other, trapped circling their lives in a never-ending staircase built on other people’s bones, on pointless hesitation, shackled and subservient. Even her unfathomable powers hadn’t changed that. How boring. How disappointing.

His talons seize around her neck, pressing on her pulse running hot with the rush of blood. He wonders if Pandaemonium can feel it. 

Mary Magdalene doesn’t fear suffocation or high places. She doesn’t fear drowning or disease or being bled to death. When she’d stepped to the edge of the outer ring of Eden’s protective barrier, surrounded by thin air and a cruel drop, she hadn’t been looking straight ahead. She’d let her attention stray to Chrono’s oblivious form the entire time without a care in the world. 

He knows what she really fears.

“Are you afraid? Of this future you didn’t foresee?”

Her prophecies had brought her despair. But despair, bottomless and cold, had protected her, shielded her, caged her heart and soul better than any wall or bars her fellow humans in the church could have constructed out of wood or stone. She had been its most loyal mistress, labouring under the weight of her unchangeable, immutable fate, a shackle around both ankles like any other delusion or myth or system.

She doesn’t answer. She’s losing breath. She’s crying, but the tears are messy, choked, nothing beatifically tragic like she had probably dreamed of. 

“Well, rest easy. Whether it’s me or him… The end result will be the same.” 

He’ll liberate her from this, too. And Chrono, and the rest of the world, will soon follow.

[thatforgottenbasilisk]

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[the1975attheirverybest]

They don't seem completely feral so they might have been dumped by a previous owner or they have been fed by humans like you are doing. They can totally have cold things but they might not be interested in straight-up ice (depends on the cat) but iced water is definitely a good idea! Also most cats are weird in that they don't drink water that is right next to their food so put the water a bit away from the food just to be safe😂

Regarding getting the cat in the carrier either try to put some treats in it and let them go in themself if you give them treats next to it and then slowly closer and closer to the opening and then let them see you put treats in the carrier the probably will get the gist.

Since they want pets they probably aren't in constant pain so picking them up for a couple of seconds may be completely fine. However please wear long sleeves and gloves so they aren't able to get straight to the skin and if they are able to breake skin contact a doctor at least on the phone since you can't be sure of their medical status/history. They don't seem to show any aggressive signs but you can’t be too sure so just take precautions.

-Moomi

Ooooh maybe the pet store has cat ice cream? They make them for dogs but I’ve never paid enough attention to whether or not there are cat options. Never had a cat so idk anything about them. Okay I’m getting wayyy ahead of myself haha. Tempted to go buy her catnip and toys. Omg I have a coupon from the pet store actually! Okay gonna do it!!!!

I’ll try to bribe them into going into the carrier 🥹 hopefully they’ll cooperate so I can take them to the vet. The injuries looked heartbreaking and I hate to think they’d be out there, in the heat. Dehydrated or overheating or something :(((( let’s hope they’re microchipped and genuinely lost cuz if someone dumped this beautiful baby istg….fuck just thinking about it being my dog lost and confused makes me wanna die.

Thank you so much for your help I’ll keep you posted if I make any progress!