#Advantage Cat Spray

[vampirologist]

feel like a failure as the kittens have fleas and I haven’t been in this apartment for two weeks and have to deal with that. I am hoping the topical treatment and vacuuming/washing my bed stuff helps because boy am I stressed

[midnight-els]

It is a truth universally acknowledged that the West Wing would have been even better if they'd had a White House cat. Some headcanons bc I was thinking about it today:

Jed gave the cat a very grand, biblical name. Everyone else has shortened it to something very stupid.

Obviously all of the press and the public adore the cat. There's a minor upset in a polling themed episode when Joey confirms that once again the cat has higher approval ratings than the president. Josh is cross that they are polling on this at all.

There is one chair in the Oval Office that is The Cat's Chair. The staff know not to sit there as you'll get a. covered in fur and b. screamed at by an irate cat trying to force you off. They never warn any of their least favourite congresspeople about this.

The cat wanders around in the background of episodes, often being chased or petted by the extras.

The cat is not allowed in the situation room. The cat is always in the situation room. They had to come up with a special bug detecting protocol for the cat in case anyone tried to take advantage of this.

Ripped from the headlines plot about a congressional investigation into something related to the cat, based on the incident about Clinton's cat's postage.

The cat LOVES Air Force One. The Secret Service do not love having to get him on board or captured to get back off.

Leo and the cat are best friends. They're basically this meme. Leo's the grandma. Jed is the mom.

Aside from Leo, the cat loves the secretaries best. They always have lots of treats for him in their desks. Debbie is the only one he doesn't get on with; she has resorted to using a plant mister to spray him when he tries to get on her desk.

Josh thinks he and the cat are archenemies. The cat hasn't paid more than 2 seconds notice to Josh in his life.

CJ and the cat are archenemies. CJ was very pro-cat until she caught it fishing in Gail's bowl one day. Now she's at war to keep it out of her office. She's still trying to convince Danny to write a piece exposing the cat's dark side to its adoring public. Carol is very tired.

Sam wants so badly to be best friends with the cat. The cat thinks he's trying too hard. Will ends up exactly the same way.

Toby and the cat have never properly interacted and both are very happy to leave it that way.

The cat is supposed to stay in the residence during big events. Abbey stopped enforcing that after he got out and scratched Lord John Marbury when he picked him up against his will.

The cat has a secret service code name. One time, the code names are changed and an overenthusiatic reporter tries to break a story on the first lady's 'unusual activity' by following what he thinks is her code name. It's the cat's. CJ dines out on this for weeks.

The cat occasionally goes missing. The secretaries and Charlie have a recurring B-plot where they have to go and recover him. Somehow, the cat has always ended up somewhere relevant to the A-plot.

The cat properly goes missing after the incidents with the Thanksgiving turkeys and the goat in CJ's office (aka prime cat territory). Each time she claims she'll be nicer to the cat when it returns. Each time it lasts about two days.

Margaret thinks the cat has psychic powers and frequently provides warnings based on her interpretations of 'the signs'. Usually she's right.

The cat somehow makes off with the final edits for the state of the union one time (of course they were only handwritten on one piece of paper). Chaos ensues.

Jed tries to send the cat to Manchester partway through the series. After large-scale outcry from the staff, press and public he is returned to the White House. Unfortunately, after a couple of months as a barn cat he is even more badly behaved than before.

The cat is in both Jed and Abbey's official portraits.

[hazbinhotelxreader]

Hello, could you maybe do one with Carmilla x female reader with cat features? It can be smut if you want.

A/n: yep! Sorry to everyone! I havnt been posting cause I was trying to finally relax after school ended, but now I’m back and gotta do over 80 requests lol

Im rusty

Carmilla x cat like reader SFW and NSFW headcannons

SFW-

-She finds your absolutely adorable. Come on, you have cat ears, cats are adorable! And Carmilla gives off a cat lady.

-She has defiantly wrapped your tail around her large hands before for comfort, of course she does it gently , she would never hurt you.

-At night, or even sometimes in a meeting if she’s very stressed, she’ll have her hands on her head near your ears to pet you or hiding under the desk to pet your tail.

-Even if you have cat like features, she isn’t gonna treat you like a pet.

-Clara and Odette adore you as well, they’ve fallen asleep on you so many times from your warmth and comfort. Your supper fluffy so they cuddle against you at home if your ever having a movie night.

-You might as well be Carmilla’s personal teddy bear, she keeps you wrapped up in her arms at night close. Her arms around your waist or chest holding you tightly while her chin and head are resting on your head, sometimes nuzzling against your head.

-Something she hates having to do is drag you to the shower. Cats don’t like water and that lived with you in hell. You hate it. So she literally has to hold you down to put you in the tub. She was even considering once to just make a deal with you so she can chain you and hold ya down.

-purposely bought you a pack of blazers for your birthday, whoever your bored she gets one out and waves it around in her office, house, room. She has so many videos of you chasing them in the house.

NSFW-

-She will punish you if you spray. It’s not bad, it is normal for your body, but it isn’t fun for the person cleaning it up. Shes monitoring you the whole time you’re in heat.

-Remember when i said she wouldn’t treat you as a pet? Yea she won’t normally, but will in bed. Pet kink. 100%. You literally have cat features, she’s gonna take advantage of that.

-she 100% uses a leash and collar in bed for you. She’ll have you on your stomach, her strap buried deep inside you while she lays on your back, tugging the collar as she thrusts into you.

-She can be rough and fast if you want. When your deep in your heat she’ll go as fast as she can so your pleased.

-She also praises too. Like ‘that’s my good kitten’ or ‘good girl’. She also calls you things in Spanish like ‘mi gatito’ or ‘mi Vida/amor’

-I’d say she could go for 3 to 4 times depending on her stamina. If she’s going rough and fast on you the whole time she can probably only do it twice, but if she’s going slow on you she’s going 4 times

-She pulls your tail in bed, not hard enough to hurt but enough for you to feel. She loves to see your cat ears tense and pin down on your head as she fucks you, and loves to look into your eyes while she does, unless she’s on your back with her strap then her eyes are closed

-She will scissor you as well to let herself feel some pleasure herself

-Both of you have a lot of scratches after, you guys have sharp nails

-After all of it she’ll make sure you’re okay, safe, comfortable and cozy, she’s a great wife.

[911-incorrect-quotes-dispatch]

Eddie: I knocked over a plant in the kitchen but my cat saw me so I had to spray myself with water to show him no one is above the law.

Chim: You had to?

Buck: He’s a good cat mom so yeah, he did what had to be done.

Eddie: We can't make any concessions. He'd take advantage of them.

Buck: Good job Eddie, keep being a good example to our baby.

Eddie, blushing: Don't call me good boy in public... but thank you.

[rottenpumpkin13]

I mean if you really think about it. Technically Chadley is kind of Sephiroth's little brother

Anon you are so right. Unfortunately we don't have it it canon, but highlights of their sibling bond would include:

• Sephiroth frequently gifting Chadley toys and other trinkets he himself was deprived of during childhood because he wants to make sure Chadley doesn't go through that. Chadley has more Lego sets and two-person games than he knows what to do with.

• Chadley going to Sephiroth for real world advice and getting trolled in grand older brother fashion.

Chadley: I think I may have romantic feelings for Professor Hojo's new intern.

Sephiroth: How so?

Chadley: Whenever I'm around her, I have heart palpitations, my vision blurs, I become sweaty and my speech is slurred.

Sephiroth: You've just described a stroke.

Chadley:

Sephiroth: You can have the same symptoms by consuming a double bacon cheeseburger.

Chadley:

Sephiroth: Which is much more fulfilling than romance, in my opinion.

• While researching "ways brothers bond," Chadley found funny videos of siblings jump scaring each other. He now frequently hides behind corners, donning a scary mask or fake blood, to scare Sephiroth. He finds it hilarious when Sephiroth gasps and clutches his heart. Sephiroth, in turn, isn't sure when he'll ever stop pretending to be scared, but he doesn't care. He likes seeing Chadley happy.

• Chadley steals Sephiroth's music taste, much to Hojo's chagrin, since the kid likes to blast the heavy metal and obscure goth music in the labs.

• Stealing each other's food.

*They're walking when Chadley's shoelaces come undone*

Chadley: Hold my sandwich for me please.

Sephiroth: Sure.

*Chadley bends down to tie his shoes. When he stands up, his sandwich is gone*

Chadley: I told you to hold it!

Sephiroth: I'm holding it in my stomach.

• Chadley uses social media for researching/ mimicking "sibling behavior" and likes to replicate things he sees. This is how he ended up on a "fun ways to annoy your brother" video. Sephiroth now gets sprayed with water—like a cat—at random when he's trying to rest.

• Chadley's excited rambling about materia and his research is never reprimanded by Sephiroth, who listens happily, remembering how he wished he had someone to listen to him gush about his interests when he was a child.

• Chadley is helping Professor Hojo assess Sephiroth in the labs. When Hojo's back is turned, Charley socks Sephiroth in the arm. Sephiroth, annoyed, punches him right back. Hojo turns around right as Chadley gets punched.

Hojo: Honestly Sephiroth. I expected better from you.

Sephiroth: But he hit me first.

Chadley: He bullies me constantly, Professor.

Sephiroth: !?

• When the labs feel suffocating or Professor Hojo is being particularly difficult, Chadley likes to escape to the 49th floor and use Sephiroth's office as a quiet spot. Sephiroth isn't always there, but when he is he makes sure to distract Chadley and give him the attention he needs. Eventually Sephiroth gives him a spare access card to his apartment if Chadley ever needs it.

• This later evolves into sleepovers.

• They constantly take advantage of their height difference—Chadley through piggyback rides and Sephiroth through fun methods of discipline.

*Lazard walks by Sephiroth's office and sees Sephiroth sitting on Chadley*

Lazard: What in Shiva's name are you doing??

Sephiroth: I caught him trying to go to Wall Market.

Chadley: It's for RESEARCH.

Sephiroth: Clearly he's at the age where he needs to be monitored lest he falls victim to recreational drugs and gang activity.

Chadley: I was just going to conduct a survey! GET OFF ME!

Sephiroth: Struggling will do nothing but amuse me.

• Not even Sephiroth is safe from your little sibling stealing your stuff.

*Chadley walks in with a shiny device in his hand*

Sephiroth: Is that my transmuter?

Chadley: No.

Sephiroth: It says Sephiroth on the back.

Chadley: No it doesn't.

Sephiroth: Chadley, I'm looking right at it.

Chadley: So? You don't even use it.

Sephiroth: Just because I don't regularly use something doesn't mean you can take it without permission.

Chadley: Hm. I guess I should probably give this back.

*Chadley places Masamune on the table*

Sephiroth: HOW—?

• Other SOLDIERs and troopers on missions with Sephiroth have reported seeing his face "light up" whenever he gets a call from Chadley.

[memymay]

Mychael ~ Mushroom Oasis Oneshot

Chronically online reader pt.1

Who also has a worryingly short attention span

Fluff ~ GN Reader ~ No TWs

Reader Insert Master list ⭐️

!!NOTE!! This is not entirely accurate to the VN, usually i refer back to it making sure that i got everything correct, i did not do that for this one. I pulled the details from memory. If something’s wrong please leave a comment.

“Ok, I’ve got my phone, portable charger, and just in case i get lost, a solar charger…” you list off, looking at the many items spread across your bed. “My laptop and a charger, the forest might be a nice place to get work done. Peaceful too. Headphones, earbuds, extra charger…” you pause, thinking for a moment. you shouldn’t be out for too long, at most, you should be back by sunset. But you were hoping that once you found your precious furry little mischievous cat you could sit and get some work done, or maybe watch some anime. It was a rarity that you went outside anymore let alone adventuring through the woods. Why not take advantage of it?

“Oh yeah! Water and stacks, i should grab those too. And maybe some cat treats~” humming to yourself you walked to the kitchen, searching through your cabinets. “Maybe I should bring some soda too…” you muttered, reaching for your drinks. Walking back to your bedroom you start stuffing your backpack, ready for this journey. Stepping outside, the sun hit your face, blinding you. Squinting while your eyes adjusted you looked around. “Curse you evil day star, why do you gotta be so damn bright?” You muttered under your breath as you started walking into the forest. The shade of the trees eased the suns assault on your eyes, but it was still to bright for your liking.

after a while of walking, you came across a small patch of mushrooms. You stopped for a moment to look around. (And to rest a bit, all that stuff you packed is really heavy) there was something laying near the mushroom patch. Gasping as you reached down to pick up a collar “you must be close… just wait a little longer…” you muttered to the collar. As you stood back up, but your foot slipped causing you to crash back down and into the mushrooms. They sprayed you with what you assumed to be a foul smelling pollen. “Nooooo!” You wined, looking at your clothes. “I really liked this hoodie, it’s going to take forever to get all the allergens out. Eugh! And the smell…”

As you sat there, a sense of calm started to seep in. Along with the need to take a nap. Your eyes grew heavy, and your limbs relaxed. Closing your eyes, you decided to go ahead and take a nap. Laying down, you rested your head on your backpack. As you started to drift off, you thought that maybe your cat will back track and find you here. it would be a nice surprise to wake up with them back in your arms, snuggled up all cozy. Yeah, that would be nice.

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“Ughhhh” you mentally groaned as you slowly woke up, begrudgingly you opening your eyes and noted that you were in an unfamiliar cabin. You couldn’t move your body causing you to spur into a panic. Where am I? Why can’t I move? Wait what happened? Was I drugged?! I think i was taking a nap, yeah, how long was I out?

“Oh, You’re awake.” A voice called from a corner of the room I couldn’t see.

“Here, medicine.” He said, moving me to sit up as he pressed a cup to my lips. Drinking it helped feeling slowly return to my body. As I wiggles my fingers and toes I watched him whip a stray stream from my chin. He had this weird mossy skin color… Was he a cosplayer? He looked kinda cute. His blonde hair hung over his eyes, and he had a cute mushroom hat on.

“Felling better? Anymore numbness?”

“No, my fingertips are a bit tingly, but that’s it.”

He signed and gave me a warm smile, “Good, I was worried.”

“By the wayyyyy” you dragged out, as you sat up “Where’s my bag?”

“Oh, right over there.” He gestured over to the fireplace where your bag sat next to the wall. “Here.” He said, standing up to hand you the bag.

Struggling, still loopy from whatever the hell paralyzed you, you scramble checking your bag. “Laptop, phone, charger, yep, yes, andddd everything’s still here!” You mumble to yourself. All the expensive electronics are not stolen, but also still in working conditions. Or at least you assume, both your phone and iPad are dead, the laptop is at 1%.

“Did you drop something?” The man asks,

“Thankfully not. A lotta expinsive stuff in here.” You look around, taking in the wooden walls and floors, “where am I anyway?”

“My cabin, I found you passed out while forgoing. Sorry, there was nowhere else nearby” he trails off, looking out the window.

“how far is the nearest town?”

He looks off to the side, a guilty look on his face, “I don’t know for certain, but it takes about a day and a half to safely get to the nearest-“

“A DAY AND A HALF!?” You almost shriek, he covers his ear, slightly flinching at the volume. “If you want to avoid the dangerous plants and animals, yes.” He responds, stepping closer and sitting next to you on the edge of the bed. He reached a hand out, wanting to comfort you, but decided against it.

You sat back, closing your eyes and thinking. ‘maybe I could stay here for a day or two? Then I could head back. Yeah, that should be enough time to mentally prepare myself. Then-‘

“Wait why was I even out here?” Instinctively you reached for your phone, wanting to check your notes. But remembering its dead, you pivoted to pretend you were going to clean the nonexistent dirt off the screen.

“WAIT!” Halfway through the action you remember, “My cat!” You wine.

“Have you seen them, they’re this big, and- and- ughhh I need to charge my phone i have pictures.” You rush to grab your charger. “I never thought I’d need this” you say pulling out the solar charger. “I’m glad it wasn’t just wasted money.”

Stumbling past him you set the charger on the nearby window and wait.

A few awkward moments pass by before your phone lights up. You hurriedly type in your passcode and go to your photos, the boy watching curiously over your shoulder.

“See! Aren’t they just the just the cutest! Look here are some kitten pictures!”

Watching you talk so passionately about your cat pulled at Mychael’s heart. He wasn’t going to tell you before, but now he definitely doesn’t want to tell you. You looked so happy, he enjoyed watching the way your eyes light up, and the way you smiled at the memories.

“Oh, I really got off track… but have you seen them?”

“No, I’m sorry, I haven’t.” He frowned.

“Oh…” your face fell, and he really didn’t like seeing you sad.

“Wait, I haven’t even told you my name! Sorry I get distracted a lot.” You said turning to look at him.

“I’m y/n”

“I’m Mychael”

Notes~

This is a lot longer than I expected it to be TvT. Originally I was gonna post tkatb or 14 days with you. However there’s like, barely any Mychael content out there (I read through it all in one sitting…) so I wanted to add a bit more there.

[artzychic27]

🏳️‍⚧️Happy Pride From the Recess Class!🏳️‍🌈

Akuma Class

Science Kids

Austin A: Legally Blonde, but Gayer

Gender nonconforming, who has time to narrow down pronouns?

Does everyone’s makeup before Pride with Kendra and Victoria

Dyes his hair pink

Gives free haircuts, paints peoples’ nails, and dyes hair using spray-on dye

They just want everyone to look fabulous, is that so wrong?!

Dresses in only flag colors

Uses his mom’s credit card to buy binders for people

This is the only time of year he makes people simp. Not the other way around

And they are going to use it to their advantage

Dresses her chinchillas in drag

They. Look. Gorgeous.

He somehow escapes the Glitter Wars unscathed

Todrick Hall is her anthem

Austin B: Gaymer Gurl

AroAce and He/Him

Wears Croc Heelys to pride

He wanders off a lot, and it terrifies his boyfriends best friends

Brings Elizabeth III to every pride and dresses her in only the finest fashions

He buys her all sorts of pride-themed cat toys because she’s worth it

When people ask him on a date, Elizabeth III hisses at them

Casually getting adopted by drag queens after he casually tells them about his home situation

He’s granted entry to any drag house when he wants to get away from his “parents”. He’s got six moms now, and he will steal jewelry for them

He met a little girl with yellow eyes like him and she hugged him

All of Marceline’s songs are his anthems

Austin Q: Secret Mom Friend with Mommy Issues

Questioning & He/?

Tempted to put a leash on everyone

Especially Austin B because he won’t stop wandering off!

Austin Q: WHERE ARE MY BABIES?! Have you seen a little bitch in yellow glitter pants?! He’s a little ho, but I love him!

He supplies the snacks Austin T doesn’t make. He’s the main apple slice supplier

He also makes sure to bring apple juice. He just likes apples. “They’re good for you, Armsy!”

Cosplays as every redhead character- Penn Zero, Vicky, Melissa Chase, Mary Test, Black Widow, and more

He joins the muscle-flexing contests and wins a couple

Can carry Austin A, B, and T on his shoulders

Once again, everyone thinks the four of them are a poly couple

Austin Quinlan, Protector of Lesbians, Wielder of the Sapphic Sword, Kicker of Protesters’ Balls

Knows how to do a badass rainbow kick

Austin T: OUT OF THE WAY! I AM VERY GAY!

Gay & He/Him

Bakes all sorts of pastries for everyone and it’s pretty much the one thing everyone looks forward to

Seriously, this boy brings like twenty containers full of cupcakes, cookies, and pancakes (For the pansexuals, of course)

Not even protesters are immune to his cupcakes. But because he’s petty, they only get plain vanilla with no toppings

That’s how disappointed he is in them. Now they feel as though they’ve disrespected every deity

The drag queens, dykes on bikes, and just lesbians in general will kill for this baby

Casually name drops his parents any time a protester screams in his face

He and Jean reenact scenes from Phantom of the Opera

DJ threw a glitter bomb at him, and no one was safe

Wears Huggycake like a boa because she loves all the people, and she scares off homophobes

He met other reptile queers and now they’re having brunch

Lotta Jameson: Kick Buttowski, Queer Daredevil

Aromantic and She/Her

Gerard tinkered with her Vespa, and now rainbow glitter shoots out the pipes

Do NOT give her sugar. Seriously

She somehow sneaks onto floats

Austin Q: Lotta! Get down from there!/ Lotta: Be gay, do crimes!

Brings a baseball bat in case of transphobes

She has a shirt that says so

She did a bike jump over the protesters and dropped bags of glitter on them

Now she’s getting called Amelia Earhart by literally everyone

She got the aviator goggles and they’re pretty sure Amelia is a queer icon… Also, she sometimes goes missing in the crowd. She’s so short!

Austin Q: WHERE’S MY OTHER BABY?! SHE’S THE LITTLE GINGER BITCH IN GOGGLES!/ Lotta: Do you call all your babies bitches?

Kendra Anne Gunderson: Casually Spider-Man Kisses People… With Consent

Polyromantic and She/Her

Kendra is a bit of an icon

Known by all as “Hand-Stand Girl” because she walked only on her hands for the entire event

She has two drag queen uncles and her cousin is a beauty influencer in the queer community

Every time Kendra breathes, a lesbian meets her perfect match

Her eyeliner is on point

DJ lowers her down from buildings so that she can kiss pretty people… With consent, of course

Those two are always getting into some sort of trouble

They spray painted some transphobe’s car and put an egg in the slightly open trunk. It stunk up the car for days

When she’s not pranking protesters, she’s on the mom friend squad with Austin Q and keeping Austin B from wandering off

DJ Detweiler: The Drag Jester

Genderfluid, Bisexual, and He/She

Owns an assortment of pun shirts for every sexuality. No one knows how they come up with them

DJ: I came out to my dad./ Mason: DJ, NO!/ DJ: He told animal control he had a bison in his house!

Always accused of starting the Glitter Wars. She ain’t denying anything

As the name implies, he’s gonna prank the protesters and TERFs

So far, he got a TERF to sit on a whoopie cushion, tricked some dick trying to force himself on an Ace girl into kissing a frog, and made some homophobe think his foot went missing

Heads to drag clubs to do standup, and is probably gonna get a Netflix show when she gets older

DJ: Do you know the difference between a government bond and a homophobe? The bond matures.

Now he’s booked for seven shows throughout the month

He’s got a laugh like Sardonyx that makes people (Especially Mason) simp

Any time DJ laughs, a trans boy gets his soup

Austin Spinelli: Sneaking Out in Ballet Flats

Achillean and He/Him

Casually flirts with any guy he comes across

And he lays the Italian accent on THICK

Dresses in pinstripe suits and says he’s the boss of the Velvet Mafia

When he’s not in suits, he’s dressed in his ballet gear and doing ribbon dances

His splits are flawless

Any time Spinelli does a pirouette, a trans girl gets her wings

Any time Spinelli does a pirouette, a transphobe gets punched

When he’s got the time, and he always does, he does chalk art with the kids, and creates a literal mural

He’s always got time

The organizers loved his work so much, they commissioned a mural for a youth center

Knits beanies for everyone

Gia Griswald: You Ask, I’ll Tell

MtF Trans and She/Her

Her dad went with her to her first pride, and none of the protesters wanted to mess with the six foot tall military general war hero

Gets into flexing contests

Wears rainbow camouflage to every event

If she sees a scuff on your combat boots, she’s gonna clean them

Helped Gerard write his queer history book

In a club with other queer history buffs and they reenact iconic poses from history, but make them gay

She attended a military funeral with her dad during June, and the soldier being burried was a lesbian

Immediately, a bunch of freaks who probably stalked them went to protest. Gia flipped some bastard over her shoulder

Roger Raincomprix, the arriving officer, didn’t see a thing

She eats a crap ton of marshmallows

Victoria LaSalle: Queers on Wheels

Asexual, Bigender, and He/They/She

Decorates her wheelchair with all sorts of pride stickers

Rocks it every year in a crop top

Starts every glitter bomb fight. No one ever sees them coming

She’s just… She’s a goddex

Everyone wants to get a selfie with him. That’s how gorgeous he is

Out of everyone’s leagues

Teaches kids in wheelchairs how to pop a wheelie

Likes to answers kids’ questions

Kid: Are you a robot?/ Victoria: … Yes. Yes, I am.

Only Gerard has the privilege of sitting in his lap as he cruises through the crowd

Gerard Grundler: The Gay Genius

FtM Trans, Pan, Polyamorous, He/Him

He’s written a mini-pride history book with Gia. They got publishers lining up and everything!

Everyone is just so pretty

He bails during the Glitter Wars and takes cover in a coffee shop

Victoria’s gotta keep him from wandering off and possibly joining a cult because the members are pretty

Probably hacked into the medical system so people can have better access to hormones

Faints any time he sees Victoria in a crop top

Dresses in a lot of pride flag sweater vests no matter how hot it is

Victoria: Gerard, it’s ninety-/ Gerard: SWEATER VESTS RULE!

He builds robots to wave pride flags in sync

He and Rochelle protect the bugs

Mindy Blumberg: Opera is Gay as Fuck

Demigirl, Panromantic, They/She

Sings “Rainbow Connection” in an operatic fashion, and leaves everyone in tears

Carries Gia on her shoulders

She carries everyone on her shoulders, but mostly Gia

Will act as a human shield during the Glitter Wars because that’s how much she cares.

But the second Austin T gets his hands on a glitter bomb, she’s out

Hayley Kiyoko is her anthem

If you ask, they’ll hug you

Mindy gives amazing hugs

Everyone will die for this girl

Also, she’s weirdly poetic. It makes everyone wanna listen to her for hours

Is a pacifist, but she’ll give it to you straight if you mess with her friends

Rochelle Weems: That one person at pride who takes pictures of the protesters screaming at queer kids and posts them online for everyone to see

Demigirl, Polysexual, Ze/Zir

Brings zir Polaroid to make a scrapbook and blackmail protesters

Ze’s a rat, but a good kind of rat. The kind who makes sure homophobes and transphobes don’t get away with yelling at queer kids

Was self conscious about zir back brace until ze saw a drag king wearing a bedazzled one

Was roped into letting Austin A, Victoria and Kendra do zir makeup

Ze looked gorgeous!

Ze and Austin B share the good gossip with drag queens

In exchange, they get tickets to shows

Will kill for Austin T’s cookies

Just don’t let zir have too much sugar, otherwise ze will go crazy and start a cult based on cookies where everyone wears Cookie Monster bathrobes

It’s happened once before, and now ze’s under surveillance

Protects the bugs from getting stepped on and then places them in protesters’ hair

Ze saw this one guy about to take a swing at a lesbian, and promptly kicked him in the balls

Now ze’s got twelve new numbers in zir phone

Mason Ewing: The Most Organized Person At Pride

Bigender, Asexual, He/She

Brings a binder filled with horrific facts about conversion therapy to throw in the faces of protesters

Will talk the ear off of any protester about why they’re wrong about everything until they just walk away

Gets carried by DJ on her shoulders

Somehow knows where everyone is at all times

He teaches Rochelle how to walk in pumps and ze teaches him how to steal thirty candy bars

Brings sarcastic coffee thermoses

Paid Gerard to make her coffee maker battery operated, and now she brings it everywhere

She just pins an asexual flag pin on her tie and calls it a day. Though, if DJ asks, she will wear a pun shirt

DJ is the only one who knows how to make her laugh, and Spinelli’s taking bets on who will ask who out first

Beck King: Cosplays As Frida Kahlo

Nonbinary, Achillean, They/Them

The responsible chaperone when M. Grotke’s out of commission

Dyes their unibrow rainbow

Silently flirts with guys using eyebrow language

Cosplays as Clone High Frida Kahlo and the original Frida Kahlo. They just like Frida

Just casually flexing their muscles in front of hot guys, nothing going on there

Then the hot guys write their phone numbers on their hockey stick

Spinelli’s mentor in ‘The Way of the Achillean’

He makes crowns for kids

Any time a protester tries to attack them, they just suddenly disappear

People swear they’ve see men in black drag protesters away from Beck

Seriously, it’s like this guy’s got a whole security detail!

Alonzo Grotke: I Went to the First Pride, and All I Got Was This Brick

FtM Trans, Gay, He/Him

A well seasoned gay

Has a shirt that says “Papa Gay”

He’s total DILF getting hit on by every silver fox. He ain’t complaining, and they sure ain’t complaining when they get a look at his abs with that crop top

Seriously, this guy is ripped

The parade paused when one of the floats got a flat, and he just… He just made a whole bunch of guys simp by changing a tire, that’s all they’ll say

He’s the one keeping people at gay bars from getting roofied by creeps

Teaches meditation at the youth center

He gets hit on by the single dads, A LOT

Back in the day, he stole a police motorcycle and painted it rainbow. He passes out autographed copies of his mugshot because it’s such a good photo

His kids went to spy on his date with M. Monlataing and he pretended he didn’t notice

He passes mini water bottles to protesters since it’s ninety degrees out and he doesn’t want them dying of thirst despite everything

But, he does it with this smirk like, “Looks like I’m the bigger person here, losers. Namaste.”

[iamthecomet]

Hiiiii comet I'm back to lay across your inbox like an attention starved cat but also cause problems

I think Dew is the type to hesitate, and of course yes he hesitates about a bunch of things but I think he's reluctant to use what he's given.

The candle that Zephyr got him during their first tour together, the one that smells like fresh cotton and winter? Never been lit, at least he takes the cover off it to smell it occasionally when he starts to miss them too much.

The cologne Aether got him for one of many anniversaries? He'd sprayed it exactly one time, in front of Aether after unwrapping it. It's much to nice for him to wear, expensive and rich, there's never the occasion. He never felt worthy of wearing it or Aether's love so flippantly.

The hand bound leather journal Mist gifted him after being summoned? He tried to write in it once, to get his thoughts and feelings and jumbled up frustrations out but his heart seized up when the ink bled from the point his pen rested too long. Everything he wanted to write felt foolish and unimportant.

I'm sure he still has every guitar pick Ifrit slipped down the back of his shirt during practice, and he'd never dream of taking them to the steel again. Unwilling to scratch them, scrape any of Ifrit away. It kills him every time he touches that fucking guitar, like he's stripping it of association each time he plays.

And that's just to name a few...Dew's got shelves of gifts and trinkets and what have you but they sit to collect dust and carry the weight of his guilt. He's aware of how quickly things run out, can be taken away. He never wants to let them go because the day the bottle runs empty or he reaches the last page that's it. That's just it. It's over and the memory is gone. He can't stomach losing what little there is to cling to anymore.

I just think Dew dreads the end of things, whatever things those might be.

This got sadder than I intended....My baaaaaad

- Void

Giving you HEAD PATS AND SCRATCHES. First of all, Dew is just like me for REAL. Second, you're so right. I'm just imagining the bookshelves in his room, filled with books he's read but can't get rid of. Books he hasn't read because it isn't the right time yet. And trinkets. Gifts. On full display, but never used. Sure he touches them, picks them up and turns them in his hands. He opens that cologne and smells the nozzle but never sprays it. And if Aether notices that Dew never uses it (he does) he doesn't say anything. Though, Dew hasn't really thought much past his own hesitation--not to the other side of this. Where people who have given him things see them sit on shelves, never to be touched. Where Aether wonders if Dew doesn't like that scent, and Rain wonders if Dew doesn't like those candies he picked out special for him when they were on tour in Japan. There are foods never eaten, and teas never drank, and puzzles never opened, and books never read because Dew aches with the idea of ruining it. Of an ending. But Dew doesn't think about his own ending. About the eventual, inevitable, end of his time topside, however that will happen. He doesn't think about this room, empty of him and still filled with a life time of gifts, memories, and love that he never took full advantage of--because he was too afraid of losing it.

[hollowgirl136]

In the spirit of Halloween, I thought it would be fun to post an old AU that I was inspired to make before S3 aired based off the ragtag group that is the Coven Heads.

So before Thanks to Them aired, I got the wildest thought on a possible "What If" about the fate of the Coven Heads with The Collector being freed. Long story short, thought it would be a cruel twist of fate if they ended up cursed like Eda because The Collector, going to call them T.C. for now, wanted to make them more "fun" for the "Owl House" game.

Essential, when the kids came back they ended up going to Eda place and are ambushed by a fully Cursed Raine which. After Luz finds one of Eda potions still hidden in the house, Raine tells them what happened while they were gone. One resolution battle later with T.C. and Belos, it's now up to the kids to find the other heads and change them back cause, per Eda, no one deserves to lived trapped in their own bodies.

Half a season worth of adventures later to find and revert the heads back to their original forms, with no cure for being cursed discovered yet despite T.C. powers, Eda and Lilith takes it upon themselves to teach them how to lived their new lives.

Some rough sketches of what their "hybrid" forms look like once they harmonized with their curse beasts.

Additional details under the cut.

Raine curse beast is a "vampire" bat and the kids find them in Eda place cause they sought out a place of safety after transforming. Their compromise with the beast is to drink blood every so often, much to their disgust. Is granted night vision and flight when in hybrid form.

Darius curse beast is a kraken and the kids find them in the sea. Refused to fight Hunter, so the kids used that to their advantage to defeat them. Their compromise with the beast is to do long soaks in sea water, to his annoyance cause "sea water is horrible for his skin". Is granted the ability to breath under water and a octopus ability to squeeze into small places.

Eberwolf curse beast is a manticore and was found near Darius cause, despite being lost in their own mind they still sought out their friend/brother. Was the fastest to compromise with their curse cause they didn't mind eating raw meat. Is granted a prehensile "leech tail, alongside increased strength and speed in their hybrid form.

Adrian curse beast is a spynx and the kids find him in an abandoned theater/castle since some part of him still wanted to be near civilization. The only head who has a beast who the kids can understand in full curse form. Takes the longest to compromise with their beast cause they both have massive ego's, and the fact that Adrian does not want to read a whole philosopher book or eat rats. Is granted flight and increased cat like reflexes.

Terra curse beast is a giant snake, and the kids find her in an overgrown forest caused by her magic still being "active". Her compromise with the beast is to eat live animals and daily sunbathing. Her hybrid form turns her into a Lamia similar to a boa constrictor.

Vitimir curse beast is a mosquito/dragon hybrid and is found buzzing around a cliff face where Hettie curse form also resided. Their compromised with their cursed beast is to drink blood. Their hybrid form grants them flight, a needle tongue, and the ability to store liquids in a "throat sack" that they then can use to spray people with boiling/noxious liquids.

Hettie curse beast is a minotaur and is found in a cave on a cliff. Her compromised involved her eating raw meat. Her hybrid form grants her increase strength and improved sense of hearing and smell.

Mason curse beast is a lava golem and is found in a basin where they were literally melting the surrounding area where they walked. Matt and Steve have to help turn him back to normal. His compromise with his beast is to eat rocks/stones and sunbathing. His hybrid forms allows him to manipulate heat and create magma from the rocks he consumes.

Osran curse beast form is a giant spider and is found deep in a cave. His compromised with his beasts involves eating insects. His hybrid forms grants extra mobility, armor like chitin, web making from his snot (much to his chagrin), and improved night vision.

[hallucinateonpaperspines]

If Ashley found a shrunk con, like fit in your Palm small what would she do with them ? What would the experience be for the con ?( I blame bittyformers/tinyformers tags for this question)

It would depend...

Ashlyn would most certainly not be picky. After all, she is a fan, a little trauma does little to erode the foundational love (one-sided as it is) she carries for these characters. A little mini-con? How can she not pick it up and give 'em a little SQUEEZE?

She would be collecting them like Pokemon.

Knockout would be a little... upset. How dare the grimy human touch him?!?! He can feel his finish eroding every nanosecond those oily digits make contact with his paint!

He'll cool down once the buffer comes out. It's a full-body massage now. The Doctor might even find himself enjoying his new state, the routine compliments, the ease of getting prime varieties of paint and polish, and, better yet, no one to scratch or dent his frame. It could almost be idyllic if it wasn't so pet-like. Yet, lounging in his microfiber blanket, suggesting new modifications to the toy mini race track, KO can't find it within himself to be too upset. Ashlyn for her part is rather diligent with his upkeep, relatively entertaining banter, and doesn't seem too hostile.

He could get used to this. Just until the process is reversed and he's free once more.

Breakdown is more confused than agitated. Ashlyn took one look at him, made a strange strangled noise, and plucked him up. Now he's here, wrapped like a burrito in a mattress nest as the human coos over him and plays monster truck rallies on the TV. It would almost be relaxing if not for the concerning focus in her eyes, the impressive assortment of bug spray and lighters, and the odd sentence she mutters every so often.

What does she mean he won't get torn apart for the third time? What does she mean the second happened when he was dead?!?! KO, please come pick up BD- he's scared.

Makeshift is the most proactive out of them all, fighting valiantly till he can't anymore or risk going into a forced stasis. He transforms in her hands, stabs, and slices as exposed flesh, his vocal processor glitching as his curses in Neocybex. It's not till Ashlyn starts bleeding that the Mech's joints lock up, mind flashing to a particularly sore memory as the warm fluid gets between his gears.

He's still frozen as he's gently washed in a basin, warm water soothing and his ruined arm treated with more consideration than even he's bothered to give the useless limb. Makeshift is still thinking as the human mutters, questions about how he's alive, apologizes for the injury, and promises if he hurts someone again. It's very confusing; an odd mixture of guilt and justification that seems dwarfed by his existence.

Ashlyn Moore promises to take responsibility for this discrepancy she's created in the timeline, and Makeshift feels both threatened and assured by it.

Starscream will be a shrieking mess. He will claw up everything he can get his servos on and insult everything he can think of. Which is a lot. He's entirely unprepared for how the organic snarks back at him, pointing out the height difference in a coldly factual way while she's also ensuring everything is Starscream-proof and comfortable. Including an assortment of cat posts arranged in a way that could almost mimic Vos's skylines.

It's not until he witnesses Ashlyn being, well Ashlyn, that Starscream finally shuts up. A human did that? THAT? That crater, those screaming wails, the sheer fear radiating off masked soldiers as they back away from the same organic that put a cat seat by the window for him?

The seeker can't help but smile, clawed digits and stoking the hand that protectively holds him like a supervillain with a favorite pet. If this is what she can do to MECH, how else can he use this nugget of chaos?

Megatron is shocked to be in this situation, but, similar to Starscream, he believes he can use our darling chaos goblin to his advantage.

That plan is quickly sidelined.

Ashlyn treats him relatively well, maybe a tiny part of her is hoping to change that rusted bucket's mind about the war, or at the very least, about humanity's perceived status as inconsequential. It would be nice not to have to worry about the giant alien in the sky raining down super weapons every other week, okay?

It quickly devolves into a rather obvious game of mental chess, one side with manipulation tactics, and the other with dubious philosophy and ethical questioning. Both sides prove adept at picking up the other's traps. Ashlyn knows what Megatron is, she knows how he works and is quick to call him out when he presents a logical fallacy or deviates into emotionally based evidence. Megatron is quick to pick apart her questions, dealing with even the Trolley problem with simplistic but probing ideas.

It turns into a game, and, eventually, a respectful friendship. There never going to agree, never going to be allies. Ashlyn is not going to let the Warlord go, and he is not going to stop a millennia-long war for a short-lived organic. But they can respect each other.

It's easy to respect a mind that works so similarly to your own.

Soundwave and Ashlyn just stare at each other. Eventually, the Survalince Officer is also added to the hoard. Ashlyn isn't quite sure what to do with him, the mech is a legitimate threat just by existing, but she can't leave him or mini Lazerbeak where they could get stepped on.

Totally not because it's freaking Soundwave and it plucking all the right cords of her fanatic heart to see him in a mini version.

In the end, Ashlyn starts walking around in a tin foil hat and makes a miniature Faraday cage. Hopefully, that keeps the con from hacking her phone.

Soundwaved takes this as a challenge and a vacation :)

Airachnid is found first by Jack. Solid willpower morphed whatever reality this drabble peers into, and Jackson Darby found the spider first. Lacking bug spray and a lighter to attach to it, the teen does the most sensible thing he can think of. He kicks her.

The sadist, six bonus legs and all, goes sailing through the air, her attempted threat cut short by her own teeny tiny squeal.

It's a mercy. Ashlyn would have just stepped on her.

*bonus*

JA332 dropped the final sugar cube onto the ground. Chuffing in a pleased manner as he wiped the few remaining granules from his armor, the little vehicon turned to gather the rest of his brethren to complete the ritual.

He'd prove the existence of Unicron's spawn today. The offering, and now a name ready to be chanted as his kin witnessed him summon the giant. Yes, JA332 would offer proof of what he witnessed so long ago today, and they'd command the giantess to grant them what they desired. Energon, territory, the death of the ants that kept trying to steal the offering sugar. Perhaps even a miracle would be done and ST3V3's true love would finally reciprocate so they didn't need to hear how amazing the Commander was every single vorn.

Yes, this could only end well.

(if you know, you know.)

[floofgryph]

Okay I'm working on head cannons for your OC but

If I may ask do you have any head cannons about

Kianna komori?

Kianna Komori headcanons

She prefers to mutually engage with men who strongly respect women and aren't manipulative.

She dislikes drinking tea that has a very bitter aftertaste

As Yonaka's girlfriend, she likes making cute dresses and adorable stuffed animals for her.

Even though she isn't afraid to use physical violence, she isn't fond of hurting people because it often makes her depressed and cynical for long periods of time.

Whenever she's feeling extremely bored, she'll hum random tunes, while playing with her pet cat.

Her cat is a Norwegian Forest cat named Pandora

She's still deciding if she should get a dog or not because she's not sure how well Pandora will react to the dog.

Cerulean warblers and lilac-breasted rollers remind her of Demaryius because of how visually stunning they are.

She secretly wants to spend more time with Maku in order to rekindle their relationship. She also wants to know more about his past.

She keeps a picture of her and Yui on her person all of the time

If she loses an item that reminds her of Yui and/or Yonaka, she'll be devastated. She'll look for them in a panicky state until she either finds it or gives up out of exhaustion.

She tries to distance herself from any Christian-related items and people of that faith as she would like to forget about the existence of God.

She strongly dislikes those who abuse religious beliefs and political power for their own selfish advantage.

She doesn't like it when people disregard her as a sociopath or psychopath

She likes the colour of her eyes as it reminds her of yellow amber, which she thinks is beautiful in its own right.

On rare occasions, she decides to skip some stones at a lake during night.

Whenever she's walking by herself at night, she has a butterfly knife and a can of pepper spray tucked away in her purse.

Yonaka belongs to @vanillafalvoredcoffee

[notyour-valentine]

Peaky Blinders ~ Skiing Headcanons

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This is just for fun and a little holiday card from me to you guys. Happy Easter!

Skiing, to Tommy, is something he is desperate to try it out for himself and his family as soon as he comes into some money. Especially when he realises that practically every other MP goes skiing at least once a year, he knows he has to go and has to learn

So he packs in the family and up the mountain they go

Esme

Why start with Esme, you ask? Well, because she is an excellent skier. She has been skiing with her brothers and sisters since she could remember, not on the slopes in some ski resort, no. They’d climb up the mountains, camp there and then ski down with some old pair of skies through forests and terrain, so it’s backcountry for her always

So she has a huge advantage on all of her family members and enjoys it a lot.

It takes her a while to get to the grip with carving skies and she doesn’t like the lifts. Climbing up is half the fun, to her at least. She repeats that every time the lift slows down or stops for a moment

Normal pistes are too boring for her, and she always dodges out the sides

Her ski gear is a mix and match of state of the art equipment and age old gloves and hats that look like they’ve been in use forever. 

Refuses to wear a helmet. 

John

Straightlines until he absolutely has to break, reaching dangerous speeds

Otherwise  no technique or rhythm. But he has great fun doing it. 

Usually tries to follow Esme into the unsecured terrain and does shockingly well for his skill level

Is often seen in and around the fun parks because while he can’t really ski, he loves jumping and trying out tricks with the children, who all ski better than him

Falls a lot, but always gets up

Arthur

Tries

He tries so hard and does his best. 

Is often skiing with his arms spread out, legs too wide apart and poles clutched as he repeats all the instructions to himself. 

While he manages to turn and go slow, he isn’t good at stopping, usually crashing into other people, poles, fences, trees, piles of snow or landing on his arse, while loudly apologising to everyone in area

He has a proper ski jacket and gloves, wears a helmet and goggles, but an old fashioned scarf that flatters behind him and so he gets both a runny nose and a sunburn

Looks a bit silly, but all the kids love him because he is the one who pulls their sledges up the slopes once the lifts are closed for some after hours fun

He also lets them bombard him with snow balls

Also always tries to take pictures of everyone on the slopes and ends up with freezing hands

Has dropped gloves or poles on ski lifts at least a dozen times

Finn

The best skier of the brothers

Was young enough when they started to go skiing to learn it properly, and so is actually technically quite good

Considers switching to snowboard for the longest time

Likes the fun parks and the race tracks 

Michael

Went on a skiing school trip once and had already learned the basics

Switches to snowboard with Finn in their late teens and they learn together

Both get good quick and go off on their own (often with Isaiah)

Is less fond of the tricks but really likes starting at the highest possible point to get the longest runs

They are the most likely to fall out of lifts because they mess about

Linda

Is a decent skier

Sometimes, she skies in curves on the cat tracks/ connection trails and those places that are completely flat and makes it everyone else’s problem

Snaps at everyone for slaloming in lifts, or not placing their skies on the bars in others

Scorns the idea of going off piste, jumping, spraying snow on purpose etc

Ada

Went on a work trip to an indoor ski center with the library colleagues once and so she knew some things

Gets herself her own instructor and gets pretty decent, but doesn’t go beyond red runs, and never goes off piste or jumps

Has matching clothes with Polly

Usually skies for about an hour/an hour and a half in the morning, then goes to join Polly, and then for another hour or two in the afternoon

Polly

Doesn’t ski

Instead, she stays at the most expensive ski restaurant on the slopes modelling the most luxurious winter outfits, complete with sunglasses as she lounges in the sun and watches the others ski

Looks absolutely stunning while doing so

She also goes through Aperol Spritz by the liter as she watches the others

Later, when the kids are around, she makes them show up at the restaurant at 11:00 sharp, for hot chocolate and a refreshment of sunscreen, as well as a change of balaclava and scarves, then at 13:00 for lunch, at 15:00 for final check up before the run

If any of the kids falls or gets tired, they know they can stay with Aunt Pol

Grace

Proclaims she is an excellent skier

Chooses the ski resort for Tommy, and refuses to borrow skies, poles and shoes and so he buys her ones matching her (rumoured even more expensive than Polly’s) ski jacket. Under it she wears a cashmere turtleneck

Is actually a capable skier. Unfortunately she falls on the first day and demands to be taken down in the ski lift

Is never seen on the slopes again

Lizzie

Has never skied before, and because she starts at a later age, she is a little more fearful

However she is eager to learn and so she signs up for an adult group beginners class and likes the group atmosphere

She isn’t a natural but she tries and is receptive to feedback so after a week she is pretty decent and can get down the blue and reds safely, all be it slowly

Needs help in the lifts but is so grateful the lifties all know her by sight and are eager to help her out

On the following holiday, she signs up again, and this time Arthur joins too

She stops when she gets exhausted as she doesn’t want to injure herself, and avoids the steeper parts, as well as the bad weather

She loves being out in the fresh air though and often takes walks in the area surrounding it

Later in life, she picks up cross-country skiing and sticks with it for as long as she can

Charlie and Ruby

Both learn as young children, looking adorable in their little ski suits and helmets

Since they are so young and fearless, they become great skiers

At 10, Ruby announces that she wants to learn snowboarding, but has to wait until she is 13 and then is only allowed after at least a day or two of skiing to make sure she is still good at it

She absolutely loves it and also likes a bit of back.country snowboarding

Charlie is sometimes jealous, but he prefers skis and often goes slower than he can to make sure everyone in the family can keep up

Tries to help Arthur with his technique 

And of course…

Tommy

He buys expensive set of pitch black ski clothes, trousers, jacket, underwear, gloves etc. The only thing he forgoes are the ski goggles - because he claims he doesn’t need them. The snow proves him wrong and so he has to go buy one at the local store, which he feels is humiliating

Of course, Tommy Shelby can’t embassass himself on the slopes and so he hires a private teacher for lessons far away from the rest of the family, although he is fairly certain he can do well since he’s researched it

Well, research only goes so far

Lets just say he is not a natural at all. He lacks the patience, he lacks the resistance against the cold and truth be told he lacks the desire to put some wood on his feet and go down a snowed up mountain. 

He doesn’t understand anyone’s fascination with it

If he does ski, once he has the basics under his belt, he tries to do it away from the rest of his family because he knows he will never live it down

At first, only Ada knows how poor a skier her brother really is (and that he usually only goes and sits in one of the smaller ski huts and works as long as the wifi holds)

Later, Lizzie sometimes skies with him. If they are far behind everyone else, she takes the blame for it but by then they all know that she’s a decent skier

He hates it, he hates the cold and the fact that he can’t open his eyes without sunglasses or ski goggles. He hates the wind and the fact that his knees and his back hurt

But by the time he has to admit defeat before the mountain, he has to admit that his family loves their annual skiing trips and so, to his regret, he has to pencil in the next one

He ends up joining Lizzie in cross country for a day or two per holiday, although his bad lungs make it tricky for him to keep up but she slows down for him.

Since he likes the quiet and the nature, he soon looks forward to the cross country trips with Lizzie

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed and as always I'd love to hear your thoughts!

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[twotimeracewinnerlandonorris]

a singapore fic that can be read as a stand-alone but is also part of a bigger fic that started back in 2021

The atmosphere was electric as the Singapore skyline basked in the glow of the setting sun. On pole position was Carlos, his car gleaming under the bright lights, while just behind him, on the second row, Lando was preparing for the race.

The race suit clung to Lando’s body in the humidity of Singapore, even before the race had started. The grandstands were a blur of colour and motion, spectators eagerly awaiting the start. Lando looked in Carlos’ direction and saw him immersed in a last-minute briefing with his engineer. Their eyes met for a moment, and Carlos gave him a small smile which made Lando’s breath shudder.

The lights went out, engines roared, and they were off. The floodlights illuminating the Marina Bay Circuit shimmered off the surfaces of the cars as they roared through the streets. Lando gripped the steering wheel as Lewis went off the track beside him, and overtook both him and George.

The safety car that came out during lap 19 worked out well for both of them, with Lando moving up to P3, just behind George in the Mercedes. Carlos had set a good pace but was still only managing a second ahead of George when a VSC came out, and both the Mercs took a gamble by pitting their drivers. With that, Lando went up to P2, but he knew the fight wasn’t over, with both Lewis and George on new mediums only two and three places behind him.

When both of them overtook Charles with ease, Lando was pretty sure he was done for. But that was before he realised what Carlos was doing. It was brilliant, genius even, but Lando always knew that Carlos probably had the highest racing IQ out of everyone on the grid.

Lando tried his best to stay in Carlos’ DRS, blocking George at every turn and making sure that he didn’t have the speed advantage necessary to overtake. Carlos backed Lando up into the Mercedes again and again, and Lando defended brilliantly. It was taking a toll physically, and he could feel the sweat trickling down his face and neck.

It had turned into a game of cat and mouse, each driver seeking to exploit the other’s smallest mistake—but neither gave in. Right before they crossed the first line, Lando saw George go into the barrier, and he realised that it was over. Carlos had won, and he was second.

As they pulled into parc fermé, Lando felt his heart swell. The race had been extraordinary, not just for the points or the trophies, but for the unspoken connection that he felt had been reignited between him and Carlos.

As they stepped out of their cars, sweaty but elated, Carlos pulled Lando into a hug. It wasn’t a formal, sportsmanlike embrace, but one that seemed to contain years of history, a multitude of unsaid words, and an inexplicable bond that neither time nor distance had been able to break. It lingered longer than any other hug they’d shared recently. And as they stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms amidst the deafening roar of the crowd and the flashing cameras, Lando knew that this race had meant as much to Carlos as it had to him.

“This was incredible, mate,” Carlos said, only for his ears.

“It was,” Lando said back, pulling away but not before his hand grazed Carlos’s hip. Carlos met his gaze, and in his eyes, Lando saw a glimmer of the same hope that was filling his own soul.

The champagne was cold, and the trophies were heavy, but the atmosphere between Lando and Carlos was heavier still. As they stood on the podium, side by side, their eyes met briefly—a flicker of something intense, something unspoken.

The anthems played, and the crowd’s cheers filled the Singapore air, but amidst the festivities, a palpable tension floated between them. Finally, they were handed the champagne bottles, and as the cork popped, spraying liquid over the crowd and each other, there was a fleeting moment where their eyes locked. It was as if time froze, and in that fraction of a second, years of love, rivalry, and complicated feelings seemed to hang in the balance.

Then the moment was gone, carried away by the cheers of the crowd and the click of cameras. They held up their trophies, smiling for the photographers, yet each was acutely aware of the other.

As they left the podium, their team members crowded around them, offering congratulations and praise. But Lando knew what he had to do. Knew what he needed to do, and what he wanted. For the first time in what felt like forever, Lando allowed himself to think that maybe, just maybe, he and Carlos could find their way back to each other.

Sure, there had been others after Carlos. Martin was a fun distraction—a friend who made him laugh and who helped him forget, if only for a short while. But the passion he felt for Carlos was something he couldn’t escape, no matter how much he tried to distract himself.

Lando’s hotel room felt oppressively quiet after the chaos of the race and the post-podium celebrations. He closed the door behind him, leaning against it for a moment as he exhaled deeply. He wandered to the shower, stripping off his clothes and stepping under the stream of water. The heat from the spray seemed to melt away some of the tension in his muscles, but it did little to ease the emotional turmoil inside him.

As the water cascaded down his face and back, Lando found his thoughts drifting to Carlos—his eyes, his voice, the heavy silence that had lingered between them. The unspoken words had filled the air around them, thick and tangible.

Lando turned off the shower, his fingers lingering on the knob. He had been standing under the water longer than necessary, his thoughts swirling as he tried to put off what he needed to do.

He reached for a towel and wrapped it around himself. Water droplets trickled down his skin as the cool air of the room settled around him. His mind flashed back to the text from Max about the offer of a ride to Japan. A convenient escape. He dropped off a text, declining the offer.

He dressed quickly, opting for a shirt that Carlos had always said he loved. He grabbed his room key, slipping it into his pocket as he headed for the door. It was a short walk to the Ferrari hotel, and he was in front of Room 519 before he realised it, his heart pounding like a drum as he raised his hand to knock on the door.

One knock, then two, each resonating through the empty corridor, echoing back to him like a harbinger of something yet undefined. He waited, the seconds stretching out. No footsteps approached the door from inside; no latch clicked open. Carlos didn’t answer.

Frowning, Lando knocked again, harder this time, as if the urgency in his touch could summon Carlos to the door. Yet again, only silence greeted him. Just as he was considering whether to leave or stay, he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder. Startled, he turned around to see Rupert.

“Hey, Lando,” Rupert greeted, managing a small smile that did little to hide the sadness in his eyes. “You looking for Carlos?”

“Yeah,” Lando replied, his voice tinged with disappointment and a hint of vulnerability that he couldn’t quite mask. “Do you know where he is?”

Rupert hesitated, his eyes dropping to the floor before meeting Lando’s gaze again. “Yeah, he’s… um, he’s out. Partying with Rebecca.”

Rupert might as well have slapped Lando, each syllable a sharp, stinging reminder of what he was no longer a part of—Carlos’s life. He hadn’t even known she was in Singapore. “Oh,” was all he managed to say, his voice barely a whisper.

Rupert looked as if he wanted to say something more, perhaps offer some sort of consolation, but the words seemed stuck in his throat. Finally, he simply nodded, his eyes filled with a kind of sorrowful understanding.

“If you need anything, you know where to find me,” Rupert offered, before turning and walking away, leaving Lando standing alone in front of the closed door. With a heavy heart, Lando turned and walked away, the distance to his own hotel feeling longer than it had before.

Lando closed his room door behind him, his back sliding down against it as he sat on the floor for a moment, gathering his thoughts. A mix of emotions fell down on him—disappointment, confusion, a flicker of hope, and above all, a burgeoning resolve.

He pulled out his phone, hesitating only for a second before typing a quick message to Max: ‘Still time for me to join?’

Within seconds, his phone buzzed. ‘Sure thing. Wheels up in an hour. You in?’

‘Yeah, I’m in. See you in a bit.’

As he got up to pack his bags, he couldn’t help but replay the events of the evening in his head—the way Carlos had looked at him on the podium, the lingering touch, and the heavy, meaningful silence. There was something there, something that neither time nor distance nor other people could erase.

He made a decision.

He would find a way to bridge the distance between him and Carlos, to bring down the walls that had sprung up over time. It wouldn’t be easy. But the warmth of Carlos’ hug, the glimmer of hope in his eyes and the love that had shone from his whole being as he looked at Lando tonight had convinced him it was worth the risk.

Carlos was always worth the risk. 

[imfluentinfangirlandgay]

A Father's Resolve - Ch 7

Ingo returns after a decade - with two extra cars in tow. Years later, his kids are swallowed up by time in the same way he was. Will he be able to find them? Will they be able to make it out alive?

Word Count: ~2300

"Come on, Rei, we should battle! See what our new teams can do!" Akari begged. 

"Isn't there a request from someone in the Diamond Clan that Laventon mentioned?" Rei asked. 

"Yeah but this won't take long! Promise!" 

"Fine," he relented, "but I'm bringing Spark Plug with me. I know you'll just spam some new water move on Campfire." 

"Telling me your losing strategy already?" his sister teased as he gathered up the pokeballs. 

They trekked to the pastures to make a better team for themselves as they considered what they would bring. It was so odd to see their captured, but not in use, pokemon playing together in the fields. The townsfolk avoided this area. 

Then they set off for the dojo that Laventon had pointed out the night before. It was caged in by a half-wall, with a dirt patch set up like a fighting arena. It was small, but it would definitely work. 

"Let's do this," Rei breathed. They hadn't properly battled in weeks. 

They both sent out their starter first, Rei with Campfire and Akari with Riptide. Unfortunately, Rei knew exactly where this was going. “Campfire, return!” He threw out Spark Plug, the little Shinx meowing in challenge. Akari smirked. As Rei fired off a Thunder Shock, she sent out Bonnie the Ponyta, who took it like a champ. Rei gritted his teeth. 

“Bonnie, Stomp!” Akari called. Rei flicked his wrist. The horse stomped onto thin air as Spark Plug dodged with blinding speed, setting off in a Quick Attack, which hit the horse square in the chest, sending it skidding back a few paces. It still stood its ground. 

“Spark Plug, one more Quick Attack!” The cat responded with a speedy headbutt that the horse did not have time to respond to. It fell to its knees with a mournful whinny as Akari recalled it, sending out Riptide once again. She gritted her teeth. 

“Tackle! Now!” Oshawott screwed its eyes in a glare and ran at Spark Plug, throwing its entire body into its opponent. It was a critical hit. Spark Plug fell quickly. Rei hurriedly sent out a different pokemon as Akari smirked- and then her face fell. It was not Campfire that Rei had sent out. 

An Eevee stood on the field, it's body in a battle stance. He was hoping for the best with this. He watched as Akari scanned the field. “Swift!” Five white stars shot from Eevee, locking onto Riptide and following it even as it tried to run. The water pokemon tripped as it took the brunt of the attack, but it still stood back up. It managed to shoot off an Aqua Jet and took out the fragile Eevee. Rei recalled it and sent out his final pokemon. He needed to end this. “Quick Attack!”

“Aqua Jet!” 

Both twins watched with bated breath as the wounded Oshawott and the disadvantaged fire type both carried out their commands, both colliding a with each other and bouncing back, residual ocean spray and dust kicking up and blocking out any vision and making Rei blink away debris until-

Only one pokemon still stood. Cyndaquil, its body coated with mud as it's back flames flickered for a moment before glowing brightly once more in triumph. Riptide was laying in the mud on its back, unconscious. 

Rei whooped and ran over to his little pokemon, lifting it up by the armpits. “You did amazingly, Campfire! I'm so proud of you!” The fire-type smiled at him and whistled in excitement as the swung it around in the air. He set the baby back down as his sister was approaching her pokemon, bringing the Oshawott back to consciousness. “You did really well, too, Riptide.”

“You sure did, bud. Get some rest now.” It disappeared into the pokeball in a flash of light. Akari turned to Campfire and patted him on the head. “And good job to you! It's impressive that you could bring down a pokemon of a type that has an advantage over you!” It hummed at her as Rei recalled it and helped her to her feet, brushing off her pants. 

"Oh, so you're the rookies everyone's been talking about!" Rei jumped at the booming voice and turned, his smug expression wiped clear off his face. Before him stood a tall, muscular woman. She was broad, with a red tunic emblazoned with the Galaxy Team logo. Her fiery red hair was pulled up into a flowing curly mane on top of her head. "Name's Zisu. You two have some fight in you. I wanted to stop by and give what advice I could." She grinned and slapped his back, making him see stars. 

How was she this tall? She had to be at least 7 feet tall. She towered over Rei, her hands relaxing on her hips. "You know, if your pokemon masters a move, you can use it in different styles!" Rei tried to listen, he really did, but his ears were ringing. He remembered something his father had mentioned a long time ago. 

"Daddy?" Rei picked up his Lillipup plush and stared at it, making it hop up and down. 

"What is it, little cub?" Dad had asked, turning his head to gaze at his son over the paperwork he was filling out. 

"What was Mommy like?" The boy's silver eyes had laid upon his father's as he awaited an answer. His sister had looked up from her playing as well, her small hands that gripped her dolls pausing in their actions. 

"Well," he had said, sitting up and pushing away the paper, "she was a fighter, for one thing. Loved pokemon battles, almost as much as your uncle," he chuckled. He stared out the window, his eyes misty. "I wouldn't be surprised if you both grew up taller than me." 

"Why?" Rei had asked, hugging his plush to his chest and cocking his head. 

"Your mother was very, very tall," his father said. "Towered over me and just about everyone else. She was good at pokemon battles and wrestling." He looked between his twin children. "I do wish one of you had gotten her red hair," he lamented, ruffling Rei’s hair and making him giggle, "but this way you two get to match!"

"She's the one who wanted to name us, right Daddy?" Akari had joined them at the table, her small hands grabbing the edge and standing on her tiptoes to see them. 

Ingo had taken her into his lap. "That's right, cub. The heros were the only ones to ever beat her in a pokemon battle." 

"Wow," Akari said in wonder, her silver eyes sparkling, "she must have been really good." 

"She was very good," their father had said. "Very very good." 

Rei locked eyes with his sister, who looked just as shocked as he did. She'd figured it out, too. 

"... and if you need any cool new moves for your pokemon, just let me know!" Zisu boomed, her grin wide. 

"Y-yeah, we will," Akari stammered. "We should probably go, uh, check with Laventon about the Diamond Clan stuff now." Rei nodded in agreement, his wits slowly returning to him. 

"I'll see you two around, then," she waved as they made their escape. 

"I didn't think she'd be here!" Rei whispered in Unovan to his sister. 

"I thought she'd be someone from the Pearl Clan!" 

"I did too!" 

"What do we do?" she whispered to him, her hands shaking. "Our dead mom is just living in the village! With us!"

"She doesn't know yet," he pointed out, "we haven't been born yet. And she's not dead. Here. Yet. Has she even met Dad?" 

"I have no idea," Akari whispered. 

"I say we just pretend everything's normal. Maybe we can get to know her a bit," Rei said. 

"How? She might figure it out!"

"That we're her kids from the future that she had with a member of a different Clan? I don't think that's the first conclusion she'd jump to," he retorted. "Look, it's weird, yeah, but if we pretend everything's fine, then everything's fine. We're essentially strangers to her. We don't even really look like her." 

Akari sighed. "It just feels so weird." 

"Oh I agree," he remarked, "but I mean, what do we say? We need to do our jobs and she has things we can use, like training. I think that's gonna be a rare thing out here. We can't just say we refuse to see her just because." 

"Yeah," his sister sighed. "You're right."

"I know I am," he smirked. "Now let's go see what this mission entails." 

They met up with Laventon, who informed them that they should go meet with Mai, a Warden from the Diamond Clan, in the Obsidian Fieldlands. That was easy enough, Rei thought. The sun was up and out, the sky almost unbroken blue. There was a light breeze, but not much to complain about. They trekked to the Fieldlands, the now-familiar tents beginning to come into view as they came over the hill.

“Boo!” Rei jumped at the voice suddenly behind him and whirled around. A head of blonde hair bobbed in laughter. “Did I get you? I bet I did. Just wanted to come by and wish you guys luck. You know about the Back Strike Technique? It's a bit of a secret.” Rei breathed a sigh of relief. It was just that merchant from the other day. 

“Oh- uh, yeah, thanks, Volo,” Akari stammered. “We best be on our way…”

“Of course, don't let me keep you up!” He waved at them jovially and set off in the opposite direction down the path. The twins looked at each other and shrugged. They kept walking. 

Laventon waved to them from the camp and pointed to the bridge. “Down there is where Mai is waiting. She said she needed help with something important. I'm sure you'll be the perfect folks for the job!” 

The twins bobbed their heads and immediately set off, making sure to give any Shinx a wide berth lest they get a repeat of yesterday. 

—-----

After their spat, Elesa had insisted on taking the trio out for dinner. And in order to do so, showers were in order. Emmet had gone first, allowing Ingo and Elesa some time to themselves as he scrubbed himself clean. His hair regained its light silver hue. He shaved and scrubbed and cleaned for well over half an hour before finally emerging, a towel over the bottom half of his body and wet hair dripping into his eyes. 

“You'd better not be dripping water all over the carpet!” Elesa shouted from the kitchen. 

“You don't even pay the mortgage here!” Emmet cursed to himself as he shivered.

Arceus. It was cold out here. He hurried to his bedroom to get clothes on. 

He heard Elesa arguing with his brother and a few short minutes later, the shower turned on again. Emmet rolled his eyes as he threw on a t-shirt and some pants and ruffled his hair with the towel. He'd left his hairbrush in the bathroom. 

“Who's in the bathroom?” he asked as he approached the door. 

“S'not me,” came Elesa's reply from the kitchen. Emmet opened the door without any hesitation. The steam was the first thing to hit him square in the face, warm and humid. Then Ingo's shout as his gaunt face poked out of the shower curtain, his hair in his eyes, still with shampoo in it. 

“Hey! I'm showering here!”

“As if we don't have literally the same junk. I'm grabbing my hairbrush, ya big baby.”

“I've heard of this fantastic new phenomenon called knocking!” 

“Oh! You'll have to show me sometime, I must not have gotten the memo.” Emmet stood stubbornly in the bathroom, the door still half open as he brushed his hair in the foggy mirror, smirking. 

“Oh my Arc, get out. You're letting in the cold air.” Ingo flung water at him, forcing him to make a tactical retreat as he sniggered. 

Emmet brushed his hair and made himself presentable as the shower shut off. Elesa was scrolling her phone on the couch as she waited for the twins to finish up. “How do you feel about Carthey's?” 

“That sounds fine to me.” He knew Ingo also like Carthey's well enough. Emmet adjusted his button-up, popping the collar and making sure the buttons were all fastened. Before long, his brother appeared in the front room as well, looking identical to Emmet. “One of us is going to have to change,” Emmet grinned. 

“You've been recycling that joke for over thirty years.” 

“And it's funny every single time!” 

“I beg to differ.”

“Then beg.” Ingo squinted at Emmet, who was grinning like an idiot. He scoffed, but Emmet could see the twinkle returning to his eyes. Good. 

“Ig? Carthey's? Yay or nay?” Elesa cut in. 

“That sounds lovely tonight. Been awhile since we had it.” Ingo was popping his own collar and smoothing out his shirt. He looked worlds better than he had the night before. He was still struggling, that much was obvious; the bags under his eyes were still there and his fingers still shook slightly with exhaustion. But the shadows were not as consuming, his shaking had reduced to tremors, the lights in his eyes had somewhat returned. Emmet knew from firsthand experience that he would not be okay until he got his babies back, but in the meantime, Emmet was happy to see his brother back from being a walking corpse. 

“I'm willing to bet it's been awhile since you had anything. I'm ready to go whenever you dorks are.” The trio crowded out the door and Emmet locked it behind them, telling Haxorus to watch over the house while they were gone.

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[innytoes]

If you're still doing the AU mixing: Sugar Daddy AU + Magic AU? 👀

-Okay so Reggie learns when he is sixteen that trying to do his potions homework and fix his amp in the rain at the same time is NOT a good idea because now every time he sneezes he turns into a cat. Also, he flunked his potions assignment.

-The free clinic basically shrugged and said: that's rough buddy here's some nose spray so for any seasonal allergies I guess.

-"At least you're a cute cat," Luke tries to comfort him. Which is true. He's fluffy and orange and he has little tiny white socks.

-There are actually a lot of advantages to being a cat. Besides the whole 'sneezing' part, but he gets better at controlling that as well. Cute girls and guys will give him attention. He can nap just about anywhere. Bobby is immune to his puppy eyes but somehow cannot so no to his Sad Kitty Eyes.

-It's not until they graduate and move in together that he fully optimises his Kitty Cat Experience. Because yeah, four guys crammed into a one bedroom apartment is a great band origin story once they're famous, but Three Guys and a cat who can comfortably curl up on the sofa is a lot easier to handle.

-And then one day, when he 's out Catting, being adorable at cute girls at the park, one of them offers him some of the meat on her sandwich in exchange for petting him (jokes on you, cute girl, he wanted you to pet him!). Still, it's like a lightbulb moment. He's a cute cat. People will give him food if he is adorable enough.

-He starts testing it. Being cute at people holding hotdogs, and fries, and donuts. He gets a bit of 'no kitty donuts are people food', but he's pretty successful all in all. The butcher loves him. The lady with the fish stall in Chinatown does too. The guy at the bodega on the corner tries to give him some meat but the bodega cat squares up with him and Reggie knows he's not going to win that fight. He's seen Bodega Cat send dogs twice her size running.

-Listen, they're barely scraping by between their shitty jobs and gig money, so when Reggie says: it's cool you can have my fourth of the pizza, the guys are suspicious but grateful when he explains.

-"Dude, you're thinking too small," Bobby says, after a while. "You should go to like, a rich neighbourhood and scam people out of salmon and caviar."

"I don't think that's..." Alex starts, but Reggie is already jumping up.

"Bobbers that's brilliant!" he says.

-Yes he gets Luke to brush him before he changes back to human, gets on a bus, and goes to the Fancy Part Of Town.

-He quickly finds that Fancy Restaurants and Cafés and Butcher Shops are mean. Even with his freshly brushed fluffy coat and his saddest cute kitty eyes, they chase him off. One of them even tells him to scram and calls him a street cat. Rude.

-He decides to try rich people houses instead. Surely there must be some kind of rich old lady who would love to pamper a pretty cat like himself? It takes a couple of tries, and a quick escape from a very well-groomed poodle, but he manages to get into a nice yard. He carefully sneaks across the manicured lawn, hoping to peek inside, when a delighted voice comes from his right.

"Well hello there!"

-There is a man lounging by the pool. A very handsome, very attractive, nearly naked man in just some very tight little swim shorts. And he looks happy to see Reggie. That's way better than a little old lady.

-He goes over, just out of reach, twisting his head just so to look cute and curious. This always works with cat people, and of course the handsome man carefully leans over, making beckoning noises, and holds out his hand for Reggie to sniff.

"Aren't you just the prettiest little thing?"

-His hands smell like Good Food, and Reggie goes in for the kill. He nuzzles the guy's fingers, lets himself be pet, and then flops down to expose his fluffy tummy.

Hello, I am indeed adorable, you should give me rich people food, he thinks as hard as he can.

-"Are you hungry, little guy? I think I have some nice smoked salmon in the fridge. Would you like some salmon?"

-JACKPOT.

-He spend the entire afternoon being pampered and petted and cooed over, and most importantly, fed bits of salmon and prosciutto. He falls asleep in a nice warm lap with a perfectly manicured hand petting him, and when he wakes up an hour later, the handsome man is still looking adoringly at him.

When Reggie gets up and stretches, he bumps his head against the guy's elbow in thanks, before setting off. The man waves at him.

-He comes home well-fed and smug, and Bobby just shakes his head and says 'I can't believe that worked' before dibs-ing Reggie's portion of the cheap takeout.

-He starts going over to Hot Rich Guy's house once a week. The man is just always so happy to see him, and always seems to know exactly what he wants, whether that's food or a snuggle or a scritch right at the base of his tail. Also he's really easy on the eyes, and Reggie won't lie, getting to curl up on that chest while they laze in the sun together is a special treat of its own.

-Hot Rich Guy is named Caleb, and it turns out he's a pretty powerful wizard. Like, one that's on Councils and stuff. Reggie has no idea what he actually does, but he loves to sit and watch when Caleb decides it's time to clean the kitchen, watching the dishes wash themselves, and fly through the air. He also likes the little magic toys Caleb makes just for him, mousies that zoom around, paper cranes that flutter until he leaps to catch them. He may not be an actual cat, but it's still fun.

-"You know, I started out as a street magician," Caleb tells him, flicking another magic paper crane for Reggie to grab. Caleb usually switches between talking to him like he's a human, and gushing 'who's a handsome boy' and other cutesy talk. "Sometimes I miss the simplicity of it. I just made people happy."

He sounds sad, so Reggie abandons stalking the crane to nuzzle at Caleb's chin, purring. You make me pretty happy, he thinks. He can feel the man smile against his fur.

-Okay, so maybe he starts going over even more, sometimes even spending the night with what the guys have affectionately started calling 'Reggie's Salmon Daddy'. (Which was unfair. Caleb also gave him crab, and shrimp, and even steak.) But well, Caleb had gotten him his own comfy little pillow to sleep on in his own bedroom, which is way better than the couch.

Though sometimes he still spends the night with the guys, sleeping on top of Bobby's face just to annoy him, or purring on Alex' chest to keep his anxiety from spiraling into thinking terrible things. It's pretty hard to think your friends hate you when one of them is literally on top of you, making the 'I'm so happy' sound.

-Still, Caleb has maybe installed a little magic catflap for him so he can come and go as he pleases. And gotten him one of those waterfall pet bowl things to drink out of. And a comfy cat bed. And a high end scratch post, even though Reggie would never put his claws into the guy's expensive furniture.

And okay, he also has his own little pillow in the bedroom. But he has been known to hop on the bed and snuggle up to Caleb. Listen, the man is really hot and way out of his league, and Reggie knows he'd never have a shot with him as a human. But he lets himself indulge in snuggling against the guy's muscular, sexy chest and dreaming sometimes. Cats are hedonistic little bastards, he tells himself, so he's allowed.

-He's curled up in the perfect patch of sunlight on Caleb's bed one morning when the man comes out of the shower, toweling off his hair and not wearing anything else. Steam billows out of the bathroom door, and the whole thing is so much like the beginning of a hot romance novel scene that Reggie finds himself having very explicit, very human thoughts about what he'd like to do with that naked man.

"Good morning, Kitten," Caleb says, and is it just Reggie, or is his smile bordering on a smirk?

-Yes he maybe makes sure he's there more often when Caleb gets ready in the mornings. Maybe he even swaps to the afternoon shift at his part-time job at the pet store some days of the week.

-So he's pretty happy. He's getting better meals, they have more breathing room because Reggie basically doesn't need to eat at home most of the time anymore, and when he's not with the guys, he gets to hang out with this hot guy who adores him. Well, cat-him.

-Until one morning.

One morning after he slept over, and hopped on to the bed and dramatically snuggled and made himself at home against Caleb's chest, while he chuckled and scratched that perfect spot at Reggie's ears. He fell asleep purring, comfortable and warm.

He also woke up comfortable and warm. There was a hand draped over his waist, and a nose pressed into his hair. Reggie sighed happily, snuggling back into the embrace, wrapping his own hand around the arm.

Wait.

Wait, hands! He wasn't supposed to have hands right now.

Behind him, a rumble. "Good morning, Kitten."

Oh no. Oh noooo. "I can explain."

"Oh can you now?" Caleb asks, sounding amused. He props himself up on one arm, looking down at Reggie, and man, he's just as handsome with human vision.

He runs through several semi-convincing lies, but Caleb just quirks an eyebrow at him. "Before you open your mouth, please do consider that I can literally hear your thoughts."

"You can?" Oh no, oh no, he was going to be turned back into a cat but like, forever. Or worse.

"I'm not going to harm you, Kitten," Caleb says. "But yes. They're quite loud. You really project them when you're a cat."

Oh.

Oh no.

"Even the ones I had when you got out of the shower?"

The smirk is back. "Especially those. They were really quite vivid."

-Turns out having a Salmon Daddy isn't so bad as a human either. Their first date? Sushi, of course.

[thewisecheerio]

I'm pretty sure I won a dance battle with a skunk last night. Let me explain.

I have a cattle dog, and we both keep strange hours. Here she is in all her glory:

At 2 AM, my dog decided to go to the bathroom. She exited the dog door, as dogs do, and wandered over near a shed in the yard. Something was up, though: I could hear scrabbling near the fence that definitely wasn't her. So I went outside to see what was going on. I could not have prepared myself for what I encountered.

Above my actively-going-to-the-bathroom dog was a skunk on the *roof* of the nearby shed, no doubt having climbed a tree to get there. Just as I was about to encourage my dog to move, the skunk lost its footing, slid off the roof, and landed squarely on my dog, who promptly finished her business quite literally having had the shit scared out of her.

But the skunk? The poor, gravity-stricken skunk? It decided to spray.

My dog retreated immediately.

I tossed her in the bath, dealt with the skunk funk, and released her back into the house to chill out. But now I had another problem to deal with. There was now a very scared, very confused skunk *trapped in my yard*. I was going to have to open a gate for it, and I was going to have to be very brave about it.

I once again went outside. The skunk was in nearly the same place it had been by the shed. The only problem is that it was between me and the gate I needed to open to let it free.

The skunk, of course, spotted me immediately. As it did, it started stomping. If you're unfamiliar, skunks stomp to warn you; it's the equivalent of a growl in dogs or a hiss in cats.

The second I saw the stomping, I had an idea. The skunk had just sprayed my dog. They can spray multiple times, but maybe the stomps were a sign it would rather warn me off than spray again. I could use this to my advantage.

I began to slowly move toward the gate, stomping in the manner of a skunk as I went. Stomp. Wait. Step. Stomp. Wait. Step. So far, the skunk--still stomping--was staying away and simply watching me while continuing to meet my stomps with its own. The dance battle was on.

In maybe half a minute, I reached my goal and opened the gate. I repeated the process to get back to the other side of the skunk. Now came the hard part: since the skunk was fixated on me, there was a good chance it would be too scared to move toward the gate. I had to get the skunk to realize the gate was open and that moving toward it was the best option, still without getting sprayed.

I moved slowly to the other side of the skunk, still stomping periodically. Stomp. Wait. Step. Stomp. Wait. Step. As I did so, the skunk began to retreat vaguely in the direction of what would be its exit. HUZZAH! The plan was working.

We exchanged stomps for another half minute or so, at which point, the skunk must have realized its path to freedom. In a very frightening moment in which it turned its back to me--and I was certain I would be sprayed for my efforts--it turned tail and scampered out the gate.

I waited a few minutes to be sure it was gone and that I wouldn't scare it again, and then closed the gate. Victory was mine.

And that's how I won a dance battle with a skunk.