#I constantly go “LOOK AT HIM.” when referring to my cat and then demand that people pet him because he’s my little baby

[finntheehumaneater]

⭐️Radio Star⭐️ part 1

(Part two)

“I just don’t understand why I’m so nervous!” Robin was rambling, one of her hands flitting around her space in the passenger seat, the other gripping onto Steve’s arm as he tried to focus on driving through the swimming colors and shapes. It hurt, but he wasn’t going to complain. “I’ve been on dates with her before, it’s not like this is any different!” 

Steve squinted at the road slightly, trying to stay on the right side of the yellow lines. His vision was more blurry than normal, but it was fine. If he focused, they wouldn’t crash, and he would fine. He glanced over at her and tired to raise an eyebrow—and failed—which got a choked out laugh out of her. His eyes went back to the road. “I mean…it is your third date…”

He glanced over at Robin again as she squeezed his arm tighter, and through the cloudy-haze in front of him, he could still see the disappointment in her face. “Steve.”

“I’m just saying—,” He started, but she slapped him on the arm lightly and then grabbed onto it again.

“Ew, Steve, no no no. EW,” she said, moving her hands to press them against her face, looking like she wanted to claw her eyeballs out of their sockets, and she might have if Steve hadn’t reached over and gently moved them.

“I’m joking, Robs. You’ll be fine. Relax.” He was trying to sound cool and collected—calm, like he was supposed to be—but Robin could probably see the way that he was squinting, and the way that his voice was a bit strained as he tried to focus. She dropped her hand from his arm, but she had been holding on so hard that it still felt like it was there.

“But what if I start talking about…you know…that. And she gets weirded out and leaves?” Her voice was softer now, but still anxious.

“About—?”

“Don’t say it!” She cut in. “I don’t want to think about it.”

Steve sighed. He knew what she meant. He didn’t like thinking about it either, but still. It had to be talked about eventually, right? Come to think of it, they hadn’t really discussed it since they had gotten out. It was traumatic, and honestly? It felt kind of weird that they had stayed in contact afterwards—and that they had gotten this close, because he could still see that version of Robin sometimes when he looked at her. The one where she made herself smaller and her eyes got wide, and she stopped talking completely. She didn’t do that when she was anxious, she did it when she was scared. “I’ll help you then, alright? Make sure you don’t let slip about….you know.”

He deepened his voice at the end, trying to sound ominous, but voices were never his thing. Still, he heard Robin giggle slightly before she sighed, too. “Okay. Good. I just don’t want her to think that I’m weird for not being over this already. It happened two years ago, Steve.”

“I’m aware of how much time has passed, yes, but—some things are hard to get over. Especially what we’ve been through, okay? You’re not broken or anything for being mad at yourself over this. I am too. And it’s something we’re working on. Right?” He gave her a quick pointed look, and the car swerved slightly, so he looked back. Shit.

“I know, I know. But we’re also working on other things.” She muttered, poking him in the arm, which made him wince. He was going to have a bruise from all this.

“Sorry, Bobby, I have a reputation to uphold—“

“Does that reputation involve crashing the car and killing us?”

He went silent at that. She had a point…

He could practically hear Robin smiling, even though he wasn’t looking at her—because for now he had decided to keep his eye solely on the road—when she said, “We’ll talk more about this after my date. Agreed?”

“Yeah. Sure.”

They were supposed to meet up with Vickie at this little coffee shop near the record store that Robin’s friend Chrissy worked at. It was little, with a lot of plants everywhere that were dying slightly in the October breeze, and a chubby black cat curled up on one of the tables. So of course that’s the one where Robin chose to sit, even though she knew Steve was allergic. 

“Seriously?” Steve whined, giving her fake pout, because now he would be banished to some other table and have to sit alone. 

“Sorry, Steven, but he’s just a baby,” Robin stated simply, shrugging and smoothing her hand over the cat’s fur, as if that made up for all of this. The cat lifted its head up and mewed, pushing its face into Robin’s hand, who giggled and kept petting it.

Steve huffed and sat down at the table next to her, sitting at the far chair. He didn’t want to be coughing and all red while Robin was on a date, because that would be embarrassing. People already thought that he was weird enough for accompanying his best friend on her dates—purposefully putting himself in the role of the awkward-third-wheel—but in truth? Robin was nervous and flighty, and if it were up to her, she would just leave the second things got slightly awkward, even if it didn’t mean the date was over yet.

That’s why Vickie was perfect for her, because she also never stopped talking, just like Robin, who was now cooing and murmuring to the cat, its little face squished between her palms as she kissed all over it, just to cough and spit out cat hair. Yeah, Steve wasn’t going to let her touch him until she had washed her hands. Thoroughly, at that. 

She looked over at him and grinned her hand fidgeting in the air slightly. “Steve, look.”

“I’m looking, Robs. It’s a cat.”

She gasped and covered the cat’s ears with her hands, kissing him on the nose again. “He is not just a cat, Stefan, he is a baby.”

“You do realize that ‘Steve’ isn’t short for anything, right? It’s just Steve,” He muttered, rolling his eyes and shrinking down slightly on his chair. It was a nice looking chair—kind of a soft, light green, with an out-of-date looking floral print. Little pink flowers. He liked little pink flowers, they were cool.

Standing up, and ignoring Robin as she was still talking to the cat and not him—“Where’s Stevie going, hm? Is he leaving? Where’s he going, baby? He’s abandoning us, you poor thing…”—he went up to the counter to get himself a drink. It was going to be a long day for him, with effectively two Robin’s babbling around him all afternoon. 

There was no-one behind the counter, so he waited there for a moment, looking around. The only other person here was a guy sitting in the corner with his head down, a book out in front of him, occasionally glancing over at Robin and the cat with a small smile on his face. It was a wonder Steve hadn’t noticed him before, and honestly, he was kind of happy that he hadn’t, because now he was just standing there and staring like an idiot. His hair was long and brown, curly, but not natural curly—like he had gotten a perm or something—and he had tattoos on his arms. Maybe more that Steve couldn’t see—which, no, he was not going to think about that, fuck, his face is so red now—

After a few more seconds of gawking, the guy's head snapped up and his eyes widened. “Shit—,” he rushed out, scrambling up and over to Steve, who stepped out of his way as he scrambled over the counter and nearly tripped as he stood up fully, his hair falling into his eyes. He didn’t look like he worked there—wearing a Metallica t-shirt (Steve had no idea what that was. A band, by the looks of it) and ripped black jeans, with a shit ton of chains and rings all over him. He looked a bit out of breath, but just cleared his throat and leaned on his elbows on the counter, smiling. “What do you want?”

“Oh, uh…I…a coffe?” Steve stuttered out, still a bit shocked and lost for words as to what the fuck just happened. 

The guy tilted his head and his smile got a bit wider. “Okay. What kind of coffee?”

“I—no, I don’t like coffee. Do you have, like…Hot Chocolate or something?” Why had he asked for coffee? Robin had coffee every morning (except today because he wouldn’t let her. She didn’t need more sugar since she was probably going to drink some here, with Vickie) not him. Fuck.

“You don’t like coffee? Are you sure? I think it tastes fine,” The guy said, shrugging and tugging on one of his curls like he was trying to hide behind it. 

“Well, that’s good for you.” Steve said, giving him a small smile. The guy looked at him for a few more seconds, just enough time for Steve’s face to get even more red, before straightening up with a nervous laugh and going to make his drink. 

It took him a while, because he kept fumbling with the cup and dropping things, tripping over his feet, while quietly singing under his breath and drumming on the counter with his fingers. This guy was a mess. But it was kind of cute. Wait, no, it wasn’t. Why would Steve think that? That was weird. It wasn’t cute, he was cute. No, that’s even worse.

Eventually, the guy spun around, looking Steve over with a stupid—yet sort of endearing?—grin on his face. “Name?”

Steve just stood there. “Hm?”

“For the order. I need your name, sweetheart.” 

And if that didn’t just make Steve want to run out of there and back into his car. But, alas, he couldn’t leave Robin alone or she might try to steal the cat she was still messing with. “I’m like—the only person here?”

The guy shrugged, spinning around a bit, his hands messing with the hem of his shirt as he faced Steve once again. “Still. Need to professional.”

Steve was pretty sure nothing this guy had done had been professional, but whatever. “Steve? Steve Harrington.”

“Aw, cute name. Okay—“ He rushed off to get the drink, but instead of just handing it to Steve, he walked over to the pick-up counter and pretended to look around the room. “Order for Steve?”

Steve laughed slightly, but it was more of a confused laugh than a happy one. He walked over and went to take the drink, but the guy pulled it to his chest, squinting at him, trying to be serious—although there was a small smile at the corner of his mouth. “Are you Steve?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you sure?”

Steve froze, his expression faltering slightly as he cleared his throat. That poked a sore spot that he didn’t like to think about. “Yeah,” He said quietly, looking away for a moment and clearing his throat. “I’m sure.” He knew that the guy was just messing around, but he couldn’t help it.

The guy handed him the drink and looked Steve over, his smile dropping slightly. “Sorry about that. I know I can be a bit much sometimes, so if I said something to offend you just know that I totally do not think before I talk. Ever. And it was an accident. Sorry.”

“It’s okay!” Steve said quickly, his face flushing as he looked down to where the guy had written ‘Steve :)’ on the side of the cup, and had checked off all of the boxes just to check them off, even if the things didn’t apply to the Hot Chocolate. “I’m just kind of tired today, sorry.” 

He was lying, and the guy probably knew. But he didn’t say anything. Steve really wished people would stop doing that to him—knowing that there was a problem but not pushing to know what it was, because he just needed someone to force him to talk about everything that had happened, or he was going to melt into a pile of bloody goop. Then again, this poor guy probably didn’t want to hear some stranger rant about his unfortunate and traumatic life. He was a barista, not a therapist. And Steve refused to see a therapist. For personal reasons that Robin despised (even though she didn’t want to see one, either).

“I’m Eddie.” The guy—Eddie, that’s a nice name—offered, shrugging slightly and messing with the thick silver rings on his fingers. Steve tried not to stare at his hands so much. They looked nice. Fuck, Steve, normal thoughts, think normal thoughts—, he chided himself internally, shaking his head slightly, which made Eddie give him a confused look. 

“I like that name. Eddie, it’s, uh, it’s nice.” Eddie nodded and his smile came back in full force as he bounced slightly on his feet. “Thanks! You go enjoy your drink, I’ll be okay over here all by my lonesome.” 

“Cool.” Steve said quietly, and then punched himself inside for that. Which technically could have killed him, because the doctor said if got any more blunt-force trauma,  he was likely to not survive, but right at this moment, he really wanted to shrivel up and rot in the corner.

He walked back and sat down. Fuck. This really was going to be a long day.

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Quizzical | John Constantine x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ Hi, I hope it's not too late to request John Constantine with the prompt "It must be magic, how inside your eyes, I see my destiny" of your list? ❞

: ̗̀➛ However he does it is a mystery, but John always finds a way to surprise you.

: ̗̀➛ swearing, VERY VERY mild sex references

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Stretching out on your sofa, John made himself more than at home; his shoes were chucked aside somewhere between the fireplace and the sofa, and his coat had long been tossed to the floor somewhere he didn’t actually care to look.

His tie was completely undone, sitting open against his off-white shirt as he watched you go about picking his things up and putting them away properly; he smiled, tilting his head to the side and watching you curiously.

Of all the beings in the world that he had been with, John kept finding himself coming back to you every single time; he thought at first that maybe it was just the overnight stays, but he soon pushed that aside when he realised that it was something else.

No, you were different. Maybe it was the fact that you didn’t pry, or that you understood almost completely what it was like for him; maybe it was just the fact that you were more open and more accepting and welcoming of him than anybody else in the world.

He put his feet up, relaxing and closing his eyes as he yawned softly; a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth for just a moment too long that you noticed, smacking his ankle to grab his attention.

“Oi! If you’re gonna sit there like bloody King Shit of Dung Manner, least you could do is go and make a fuckin’ butty, would ya?”

John grinned, spreading his legs so that one slipped off of the sofa, giving you more than enough room to sit between his legs as he looked you up and down eagerly. “Now why would I do that, eh?”

You wanted to roll your eyes and to chastise him for not doing anything for you while you were expected to clean up after him, but you could only sigh as you raked a hand down your face and shrugged. “Maybe because I have to put up with Bruce Wayne every fucking day?”

“You wanted the job,” he pointed out. “If you didn’t wanna be his assistant, you wouldn’t’ve taken the job. You said so yourself that you was happy enough working as his social whatever manager.”

“Social media manager,” you huffed. “And I was! I really was! But the money is better, and the hours are… less demanding.”

“So don’t complain,” John chuckled, lying back with a smug hum. “I might be your boyfriend, but I’m not your fuckin’ job advisor.”

You paused, stunned for a moment as you looked at him quizzically; he had never used that word before, and you were almost certain that being your actual boyfriend was not something that he would have ever wanted.

He was John Constantine, for crying out loud - he didn’t do relationships. But when you didn’t answer for far too long for his comfort, he raised a brow, looking at you like he was expecting you to say something and he was hooked on every little noise you would make until you spoke.

“What?” He asked, furrowing his brows. “Cat your bleeding tongue?”

You shook your head, trying to come to your senses as you sighed and attempted to put the words completely together for once. “No, just… you never said that you were my boyfriend before… and I never thought that’s what you… what you wanted.”

John didn’t seem phased as he gestured at the room around him. “Well, what’d you call the bloke who sleeps with you nearly every night, constantly calls, and is always hanging around?”

“I… I dunno,” you whispered softly. “I guess I just never… never really thought about it because you didn’t bring it up or nothing…”

He hummed, squirming to sit upright before leaning back slightly and resting on his arm. “Well, we’re talking about it now, ain’t we?”

“Yeah, I guess,” you murmured. “Is that… is that what you want? To be my boyfriend, I mean, is that what you want?”

He nodded. “I wouldn’t’ve said it if I didn’t mean it.”

You nodded back, chewing at the inside of your lip. “So it’s settled, then… now, go make me a sandwich, yeah?”

John rolled his eyes as he moved to get off of the sofa, but he paused to quickly press a soft kiss to your lips before he moved away; you almost missed his presence when he wandered into the kitchen, but you couldn’t deny that there was something… off about the way he kissed you.

It wasn’t hungry and harsh like it usually was, and it wasn’t filled with heat and neediness like normal. It was sweet and soft, and chaste and unexpecting.

You chewed at the inside of your lip, thinking about what it could have possibly meant; of course, you knew that you would probably have to let Bruce down from now on, as he often took you with him as his plus one to events and galas and such - but now you would probably have to tell him that you couldn’t do that, as you were with John and you didn’t want him to think that you and Bruce were a couple. 

“Alright,” John announced as he sauntered back in, wiping his hands on his shirt. “I got the cheese on toast going at the moment, I’ll chuck some jam on it once it’s done.”

You hummed as you looked at him, almost shocked. “Yeah, yeah, thank you.”

“You alright?” He asked, furrowing his brows as he came to sit beside you. 

“Just thinking,” you told him softly, dismissively shaking your head. “Y’know, I’m probably gonna have to tell Bruce, I mean-”

“You’ve been going out with him to all that fancy shit for yonks and I’ve never gotten jealous before,” he pointed out. “Don’t intend to, either. Trust me, it must be magic, how inside your eyes, I see my destiny - and it must be magic if Bruce Wayne ever thinks he’s gonna get in your trousers.”

You laughed quite loudly, playfully shoving him. “You’re an ass!”

“Meh,” he slung his arm around your shoulders. “You love me.”

[mazuwii]

Porco SFW Alphabet

Well hello there

I got a request from tumblr to do this and honestly I myself wanted to as well so 🤷‍♀️

—A (Affection, how affectionate are they?)

•In front of everyone, Porco is this tough guy who never breaks his strength facade. But behind closed doors, he's curled up in your side and  hugging you as you play with his hair

•Please, he acts like an entitled cat when you're both alone, constantly demanding attention from you.

•I guess in return, he messes up your hair. Not even in private, in front of people. The smile he gives you makes others so jealous, poor guy even scrunches his nose when he smiles at you. He doesn't even know he's doing it

(For reference, he's smiling like a tiktok girl💀💀)

—B (Best friend, how would he be like as a best friend?)

•He actually disliked you at first 💀

•He'd witness you helping other people, reaching unnecessary measures just to be kind and it confused him. A midst all this war, all this starvation in the town and you still give up what you need for people who want?!

•So there he was before you, bullying you. He was around 11 years old at this point, deep down he knew he had a crush on you. That's why he'd protect you behind your back, watching over you and hurting whoever dared to try anything on you.

•His bullying was never horrific it was just usual teasing, taking your things and making fun of them while holding it away from you.

"What're you gonna do about it?" He'd say, looking at you with a smug grin. "Porco, I'd let you keep it but I can't see without my glasses."

"Mhmm?" His eyes would go soft as you jump and try to catch them, he was soft... for you.

•When you both grow he kinda realises just how fucked up he was, to show his love for you by bullying you. But like here he is at twenty years old, trying to win your love all over again.

•he does this by getting you small things, hair clips, snacks when he feels like you aren't eating but he'd play it off as: "Oh this? It was but one get one free so-" (it was not buy one get one free 😭😭😭😭😭😭)

•he's been known to insult Reiner for being a coward but sheesh Porco turns into red goo anytime he's around you, he's so flustered and ends up smacking himself anytime you leave the room because he thinks he embarrassed himself. Poor dude

—C (Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

•Porco sleeps like a fragile yet sassy princess, and I mean he loves it when you spoon him.

•Once he was tossed away from you, just to catch some cool air, and before he knew it, your arms snaked slowly around his waist, making him feel like the precious little prince he always wanted to be.

•He turned into mush honestly, his heart melted and he held onto your hands. "I love you Y/n." He said in a sung tone.

•You grumbled it back, cuddling into his shoulders.

•But he does love to hold you too, with his legs and arms caged around you. It's actually a pillowy type of cuddle, Porco has more fat than muscle so he's really soft to hug (probably feels amazing to cuddle)

—D (Domestic. Do they want to settle down?How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

•I headcannon that Porco is Italian and his mum didn't bullshit around with him. She taught him and Marcel how to clean and cook in case anything happens to her one day.

•He actually washes dishes to calm himself down after a work out, it's psychopathic but he finds the foams and scrubbing the grime off relaxing.

•He usually cleans and you cook but the jobs are evened out, he'll help you chop shit up while you do the actual heating, mixing stuff like that.

And when you're done, he does the table, you do the floor then you guys balance out the dish work by

You cleaning them and handing it to Porco to dry it and set it in the counter, tidy and neat

—F (Fiance(e). How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

•He is head over heels for you but plays it cool. Porco and you are engaged until you can afford the wedding (which I know sounds stupid but trust me on this)

•The wedding for some reason, is big and expensive, and he decided to wear a white suit and sunglasses, though you recall Zeke taking them off of him and saying he looked like a Roblox character with them on.

•I swear they all made fun of him before the wedding started, just teasing the living life out of him. Reiner was sort of just there, Porco had no idea why he invited him but he did, he respected Reiner, even if he looked incredibly out of place.

•After you two say your vows and shit and go enjoy the party he could see you talking to him and a vein was visibly popping out of Porco's forehead. Why he gets so insecure about Reiner? No one knows

—G (Gentle. How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

•Incredibly gentle with you, he just views you as this beautiful pearl that he somehow managed to get through and now that he's got you he won't let anyone lay a scratch on your perfect little self

•He thinks that but will still bully you (lovingly ofc)

•his constant teasing always earns slaps from you and demands that he should be nicer to you. He always apologised with a small grin, kissing your cheek

—H (Hugs. Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

•When he hugs he likes to jokingly rest his forehead in yours, because he thinks the close up in your face is funny. He's so cute up-close, his eyes are doe, and when he smiles it's full of innocence. You'd say the animal he looks most like is a seal. A cute baby seal.

•When it's cold out, Porco likes to unzip his coat and open it up (like it's his wings that close around you) as an invitation for you to hug him so he can wrap the coat around you both, it's always so warm in there. (Do you guys know what I'm talking about?)

"Feels warm huh?"

You nod silently, too distracted by the tingles his touch and body heat gave you. "You won't find this kinda heat anywhere, not even in the best radiators."

He just likes bragging, he doesn't even realise he compared himself to a radiator.

•Or perhaps if it isn't winter, he just likes having you on his lap while he's doing something or even talking to someone. You're just there's as if you're his plushie or something.

—I (I love you. How fast do they say the L-word?)

•He was watching you with a smile as you mopped the floor to an old 80s song, shaking your little booty around and changing your voice pitch to match the crazy beat of the song

•When the song finished so did you, you were putting everything away when he just randomly hugged you from behind, "I love you so much. God, you're so weird but I love you."

•You can't blame Porco for bullying you before showing you some love he just can't be soft without making a joke out of it

J (Jealousy. How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)

•Very Jealous, more jealous than any of the characters I've written so far. He just doesn't wanna share you with anyone, you're his and no one else's.

•But he isn't controlling he just doesn't like anyone flirting with you even if it's a joke. Or even touching you too much.

•When Porco is jealous he usually is upfront about it, but it's kinda more funny, he was sat in between you and one of your old friends. He kept complimenting your dress and how you managed to get such a beautiful design and when he tried to reach to touch the frantic again Porco straight up slapped his hand.

•you tried to keep a straight face but you began laughing, porco just straight up slapped his hand😭

—K (Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

•I can describe it as hungry

•Acting as if it's his last day on earth with the way he's kissing you like chill... you're probably departing with swollen lips☠️🗿

•His favourite part to kiss is your cheeks, he'll grab your face and kiss your cheek but then decide that it simply isn't enough... so he starts kissing your left and then your right, repeating this until you stop him.

•Even when you grab his face and giggle out for him to quit it, he doesn't.

"You're *smooch* just *smooch* too *smooch* cuteeee *SMOOCH SMOOCH SMOOCH SMOOCH*-

•As for Porco, he doesn't really care where you kiss him but he always gets this fluttery feeling in his chest anytime you settle in between or on his thighs and kiss gently at his lips.

—M (Morning. How are mornings spent with them?)

•He's usually grumpy in the morning, he absolutely hates the sun light, the loud ass pigeons mating like dirty whores at 7 in the morning, and how you two broke the comfy cuddle position during the night.

•"I'm hungry." He grumbled as he pulled your hips onto his. "Yeah? Why don't we get up then? We can make pancakes together."

•I can't be bothered."

You crossed your brows, deciding to threaten him, "I'll put chocolate inside of yours if you don't get up now."

"You're literally so mean to me babe, and for what?" He moaned like a child. You were only kidding, you were more than happy to do something nice for him in the morning. You ruffled his soft hazel hair and left him to melt into the mattress.

He'd come down soon. Lord knows when.

N (Night (How are nights spent with them?)

•While his mornings are usually rough, the night is his favourite part of the day. He likes to do his skincare routine with you. The one he didn't have until you met him.

•You two make each other laugh in the bathroom as you prepare yourself for bed. You sit on a stool and brush his hair out, eyeing the gel on his side of the counter. "It's a shock that you haven't finished the gel in a matter of two days."

He grunted in response, "I don't use that much."

It's also kind of a part of the routine that when you finished brushing his hair out you kiss his head and stroke his cheek from behind (no one knows why his cheeks are so soft and chubby😭😭😭)

"Can I choose the background noise today?" You'd ask as you stumble into the bedroom together. "Sure, go ahead." He nudged the remote over to you. You put on whatever subliminal/movie/commentary, whatever you like to watch on TV and fell back against the bed

•the beginning position is your head on Porco's chest as he brushed through your strands with his fingers, curling it from time to time (he has those vibes) or if your hair isn't like that then he'd rub your back or trace patterns on your waist

—O (Open. When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

•While Porco is soft towards you, his emotions and past are a brick wall that you have to get through. He thinks it makes him less manly to talk about his emotions or even show any emotion so it takes a while for you to push through.

•you sometimes catch him staring at boys hanging out with their brothers, pursing his lips when he catches you noticing him.

When you ask about it, he just sighs and says "I miss him..."

•I doubt you'd be able to see tears very often, he just refuses to.

•If he did cry he'd want to hide his face from you, probably preferring that he hides his face in your chest or the crook of your neck while he lets it out

—P (Patience. How easily angered are they?)

•Porco is patient with you, always. Just not with other people and he tends to sometimes get into arguments with people that requires you to drag Porco away before anything goes too far.

•He'd die before having any intention of scaring you

—Q (Quizzes. How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing or do they kind of forget everything?)

•He's a simp that refuses to admit he's a simp. He remembers a lot of detail about you and you can see it in the gifts he gets you. Sometimes he'll just make up holidays just to give you something because he couldn't wait till your birthday

•it was such a coincidence, he was searching for something he needed to buy online and saw a pop up of something you mentioned the other day. He forgot to buy what he needed but hey at least he succeeded in getting you something you treasure.

•(He goes so soft when he sees you treat the things he gets you with such softness, all because he got it for you 😞♥️)

—R (Remember. What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

•This moment marked the day he knew he could truly be vulnerable around you.

It was cliche really. Instead of him hiding under the table, it should be you. After all, you're the girl. Shouldn't you be the one that's scared of the thunder?

He sighed and hugged his knees, trying to calm his beating heart down by convincing himself that the world wasn't ending and that it's just thunder. Whatever myth his mum told him when he was younger was nothing but a story. A small tale.

The storm had gotten worse, with more lightening and colder air rushing in through the tiny cracks of the windows. The noises were so loud he didn't notice you walking in, squatting down when you noticed his shrek slippers sticking out from the office table.

"Pocky?" You rested your hand on his knee, cocking a brow at him, "Are you okay?"

"Mm, yeah I"- thunder clapped and before you knew it, he screamed, sheltering his head with his hands. "Porco? Are you afraid of..."

"No..." You gave him a stern look, telling him that he shouldn't be scared of admitting the truth. "I... kinda...?"

"I turned the central heating on, would you like to distract yourself? I can put some earphones on you and massage your head, or we could cuddle and listen to the rain- oh you really like *any show* we can watch that while the storm calms down-"

He listened fondly as you rambled on about solutions to help him with his issue, his small childish issue that he didn't want to burden you with.

Later on he learned to like storms, cuddled up on your chest as you thread through his hair with his favourite show on in the background and the storm being the perfect excuse for extra blankies. There isn't any place he'd rather be at right now.

Without a word, he kissed your throat and nestled himself back into his usual position, grinning in comfort.

S (Security. How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

•Extremely protective, he wouldn't let anyone even say something that could hurt your feelings and if they did, he'd beat them up. Big or small 😌👋🔪

•Porco likes to wrap his arm around you when you go out in public or intertwine your hand with his and bury it in his coat pocket. Even when someone gives you threatening or dirty looks he likes taking your hand and kissing it while staring right into their eyes

•to feel protected he likes your hands on him, like playing with his hair, rubbing sore body parts, and just resting your palm on him. He just likes feeling you next to him

—T (Try. How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

•A lot of effort, you're literally his pearl. What wouldn't he do for you 🥺

•For anniversaries you guys go out together and plan the entire thing the night before, he really wants you to feel special for the day and will melt when you do the same back for him

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

•his constant boasting, you wouldn't care if the evil eye wasn't a thing. Just the pure fear someone would be jealous of you and the envy would ruin your lives terrify you

•He just can't stop bragging about you or himself😞♥️

—V (Vanity. How concerned are they with their looks?)

•He does take care of himself, his hair, his skin, he makes sure not a peep of hair pops out of his chin. He doesn't like facial hair and doesn't want to burden you with it.

•Most times he'll get ready for a day and ask you if he looks like a handsome devil while rubbing his chin

—W (Whole. Would they feel incomplete without you?)

•How could he feel whole without you after learning your casual phrases, your stupid inside jokes that always makes him crack a smile when he's alone

•He sometimes wonders what a life without you would be like and it makes him shiver inside it just doesn't feel right.

—X (Xtra. A random headcanon for them.)

•He smells really good, like mint and leather. And since he doesn't smoke he's probably one of the only warriors with perfect teeth

—Y (Yuck. What are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

•He hates people that think being horrible or mean is being tough. Porco likes to think of himself as gangster with a heart of gold 😎🗿

•But yeah if you brag about stupid shit like wanting to hit kids or kill animals he genuinely gets the ick from you (if you are like that just please don't talk to me lol💔

Z (Zzz. What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

•He arches his back at random moments to stretch. It's so cursed. There's no lights and the bed is slightly bouncing and dipping because he's doing this suspicious stretch

•Idk it could be that he gets horny, especially early in the morning. He's just never bothered to actually fuck you that early

Authors note:

I've been ghosting my maths teacher for 4 days now

Wanting to die is an understatement

[luna-the-moth]

Satan and Lucifer Holding Hands for 24 Hours (SFW/Crack)

Hello love! Thanks for this was request, it was a delight to write! SFW. Here’s the link to the first part, if anyone missed it.

Also, I am so sorry I haven’t been writing the past few days, irl and fandom drama took at toll on my mental and physical health, and I had to step back for a bit. I’m back now though, and will be starting a consistent schedule with my writing.

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Lucifer and Satan Holding Hands for 24 Hours (SFW/Crack)

Oohhhh boy

After the previous incident, Mammon and Levi had grown closer, but not in the way Lucifer would wish.

The pair wanted vengeance, after all, their reputations were spat upon, and were made to look like fools!

Levi couldn’t join a single raid without someone making a reference to his predicament, as his punishment had become a viral meme thanks to a certain Avatar of Lust.

Mammon got less professional gigs, and got ridiculed more often than before, demons and their spawn laughing at him on the streets.

Whearas Lucifer had stood and laughed, sadistic bastard.

They wanted revenge, but unfortunately, neither Mammon nor Levi had the expertise and experience to curse a demon of such power like Lucifer.

However, a certain sorcerer was more than willing to help.

Solomon had watched as Mammon’s and Levi’s punishment unfolded, enjoying popcorn as the two struggled.

Seeing Lucifer in the same situation would be so much more entertaining, and it’d surely make headlines.

So when Mammon and Levi showed up at his door, asking for help, how could he turn down such a tempting opportunity?

After tedious preparation and bargaining for ingredients, the snow-haired wizard had procured an flask, with a iridescent liquid swishing inside.

“Pour this on Lucifer and the being of your choice, when they have physical contact with each other. This is like a strong adhesive, and neither will be able to detach, until it wears off in 24 hours.”

Levi and Mammon had taken it eagerly, anticipating the spectacle of the century, the Lucifer Morningstar, having his hand stuck to someone else’s.

But who, was the question.

As they were pondering the thought in Mammon’s room, they suddenly heard a loud thud, and the beginnings of an argument.

Specifically, one between Lucifer and Satan.

It seemed that Lucifer had spoiled another novella that Satan was reading, and Satan seemed particularly pissy about this one.

Why not?

After all, Satan had laughed at their expense, offering no help or solutions.

In fact, he was one of the ones who spread the meme of their punishment!

So, Mammon and Levi decided to enact their plan at dinner, where they would have the best chance at executing the prank.

That night, Satan had made dinner, and the plan was going smoothly so far.

It went as chaotically as per usual, at least one pair of brothers bickering, Beel was devouring his portion, and Belphie was snoozing on the side.

As dishes were being cleaned, Levi ‘accidentally’ pushed Satan into Lucifer, colliding the two.

Quick as lightening, Mammon dumped the vial’s contents onto their fingers, effectively lacing Lucifer’s and Satan’s hands in a classic, rom-com position.

At that moment, the house was dead silent, perhaps the first time silence had ruled the household in eons.

In sync, Lucifer and Satan whipped their heads toward Mammon, fury burning in both of their eyes.

Like father like son

“Mammon, release our hands immediately.”

To their chagrin, they had spoken in sync as well, only adding fuel to the flames.

But by that time, the two had already snapped pictures, and a short clip.

With a shit-eating grin, Mammon held up his phone,

“Don’t ya worry, Lucifer! It’ll only last ya 24 hours!”

And with that, Lucifer and Satan stumbled over each other in an attempt to grab the phones, but unfortunately fell on top of each other due to being uncoordinated.

Snickering, Mammon and Levi watched as the videos gained traction, raising in likes and comments.

That night, Lucifer and Satan had refused to let the other sleep in their bedroom, and begrudgingly slept in your room, asking demanding you to  sleep on the couch for a night.

Which you reluctantly agreed to, as both avatars looked like they were about to bite off each other’s heads.

For their nightly routine, it was...awkward to say the least.

Satan had taken advantage of his situation, to make Lucifer miserable.

Lucifer’s skincare routine ‘miraculously’ spoiled, emitting a rotten scent.

He ‘accidentally’ hit Lucifer’s elbow with his own, in order to knock toothpaste foam onto his nightgown.

Then spilled Lucifer’s nightly glass of wine over said nightgown, resulting in them bickering for hours.

Satan argued that if Lucifer hadn’t punished Mammon and Levi in such a manner, then this wouldn’t have happen.

Lucifer retaliated, saying that it was a necessary punishment, digging in his heels.

For the rest of the night, neither one had accumulated any sleep, as both slept in opposite positions. Lucifer slept on his back, while Satan slept in a curled up, fetal position.

In the morning, they had noticeable eye strain, and had to use concealer in order to hide the signs of their exhaustion.

Aside from meals, they had locked themselves in your room, not wanting anyone to see them in such an embarrassing state.

At breakfast, Lucifer had spilled coffee on Satan as Satan reached for something in the opposite direction at the same time.

“Satan, stop trying to tug me away while I’m pouring cof-”

“......”

Oops.

Before long, Satan was shooting insults and criticism at Lucifer, saying that his new sweater was ruined because of his carelessness.

Which, as you may have guessed, did not boil over well.

Levi and Mammon had mercifully chosen a weekend to commit to their prank, so Satan and Lucifer were spared from the humility.

At least, face to face.

Online, posts and fanfic were thriving, pictures of Lucifer and Satan holding hands in the center of the chaos.

Especially Diavolo.

For the rest of the day, both demons decided to stay off social media, in order to cause less destruction.

However, it didn’t stop them from constantly attacking each other.

Lucifer was unable to do paperwork, as Satan would jerk his hands erratically when signing, intentionally messing his signature up.

In return, Lucifer would play cat noises in inconspicuous parts of the room they were in, watching as Satan looked around, curious to see if a feline were hiding nearby.

All the while Mammon and Levi hid around the house, waiting for a chance to catch their brothers holding hands.

As the day went by, you could hear various objects shattering and the deep voice of Lucifer scolding Satan.

Every.

Damn.

Hour.

At this point everyone (besides Mammon and Levi), was getting tired.

In the early stages of their punishment, it was greatly amusing, but gradually turned irritating.

The two demons couldn’t stop bickering for one hour, and while their fights were petty, it often escalated into greater arguments.

By the time the magic had worn off, it was father/son duo shot away from each other, fast as lightning.

“Finally, I was getting tired of being stuck to your ego all day.”

Satan spat, placing a hand on his hip.

Opting to simply give a tired sigh, Lucifer turned towards Mammon and Levi, a dark aura surrounding him.

Summoning a large spool of rope, he deadpanned.

“Now as for the both of you. Don’t think your actions will go unpunished.”

[procrastination-queenie]

Kitten |JJK

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Fem. Reader

Synopsis: The reader is a cat lover and Jungkook is a sucker for her.

Note: None of the photos used is mine.

Warning: none, just heart-wrenching fluff and love for animals.

Word Count: 2,148

You must've been cursed; that must be it. Since you were a child, your heart has been cursed with softness. Yup! You're were so soft and sensitive, your little heart could never understand the concept of being cold. This was no different when it came to animals. You appreciated the existence of such pure souls in this cruel world. But then you're a child how could you understand the term or the concept of being cruel. Well, humans were the embodiment of that term, you were convinced. Convinced that a man who hit a poor donkey so harshly is cruel, a woman who shooed a starved kitten is cruel, a man who kept his dog out in the streets during cold nights is cruel, a family who abandons a disabled or an aged dog is cruel. Your poor little heart can't take it.

You remember the incident of the donkey and how his owner mistreated him; you instantly turned to your dad demanding that he must take an action and I quote "daddy, you must hit the man because he's being mean to the donkey!" Which he replied to saying "yes, dear of course; I'll do that." But as any parent would in this situation he promised you empty words, passing the terrible incident and driving away. "Why aren't you doing anything?" The baby you pouted in anger as your car moved away. "Sweetie, I promise I'll return to shout at the man for committing such a terrible act." And of course, as any child would, you trusted your dad to handle the situation.

You just couldn't grasp the mentality of these cruel people, more importantly, your mind couldn't help and create weird scenarios in your head such as: what if this kitty is lost? She must feel cold! She must feel hungry! She must be afraid! And your poor heart was the victim of these thoughts. Your Heart was soft to the point that you would literally shed tears if a cat or a dog looked at you cutely. You would coo at him/her then start crying because and I quote, again "It must feel terrible that they can't express to us how they're feeling, I mean what if he/she is trying to tell us something, but we can't understand him/her!" you'd say with tears flowing down your baby face. You couldn't even bring yourself to categorise animals under the subject "it" when talking or referring to an animal you would always address it according to its gender because you believed that they feel the same way humans feel, and they deserve to be appreciated and loved.

It didn't help that your parents were very strict about their "No pets" rule. You have always wanted to care for a soul; however, that was a big no from your parents. This led to you taking interest in every living animal that passed you by in the streets or was owned by your friends to fill this void in your heart. For instance, you will never forget that one time when you said: "hello kitty!" enthusiastically to a street cat while walking around with a friend of yours. The poor thing stood in its place stiff like a statue of a pharaonic cat as you addressed it. "Oh look, it turned to me when I said hi kitty because it knows it's a cat... Awww!" You said with the same enthusiasm to your friend who witnessed the whole thing wondering if you're sane enough to be let out in the streets or not. "Oh Lord, give me strength!" She said walking away from you. "Bye kitty!"

Today like any other day, you agreed with your fiancé, Jungkook, that you'd meet after you both finish work to have lunch together. "Same as usual?" Jungkook croaked an eyebrow as his eyes scanned the menu for the millionth time in hopes to find a new item that he might like to try, but this was an old restaurant, it never really added anything new to the menu. You hummed looking out of the window next to you. It was raining lightly and the weather was getting chilly by the minute. After placing your orders, Jungkook started telling you about his day as usual as you waited for the food to arrive. "… and Jimin-ssi broke the record today for falling out of the chair. Seriously how could he keep falling out of a chair this easily, I mean the chair was right there!" He laughed looking at you expecting you laugh as well but it seemed that your mind was elsewhere, or your eyes were elsewhere. "Jagiya, what are you looking at?" He turned his gaze to where you were staring. There, by the bus station was a shivering small black kitten that looked like it wanted to fall asleep but couldn't because of the cold. The poor thing was shivering wildly. It also looked like it was malnourished. He looked back at you to find you frowning with pouty lips and teary eyes. "Kookie!" You whined and looked at him, pleading to let you go help the kitten. He already knew what you were thinking, and he loved you for it. Your big heart that spread warmth and generosity in abundance was always something that left him in awe. "You know they won't allow me in with her!" Your puppy eyes were killing him, already. He chuckled, "you know already that it's a girl?" He was constantly shocked by how you could tell whether the animal you were talking about was a boy or a girl, and you rarely guessed wrong. "You know the deal." You chuckled standing up. You took off your scarf and went outside.

You approached the poor kitten slowly so not to startle it. "Hey, baby! You cold?" Your voice took an entirely different tone as if you were talking to a child trying to coax it. "It's okay, I am not going to hurt you." You said heart aching at the way she tried to step away from you. You wrapped her into the warm scarf, petting her to calm her down and to let her know that you didn't intend on hurting her.

Jungkook made his way to you with an umbrella and both of your food, in his other hand that he told the waiter that he would take it away instead of eating in the restaurant. His heart swelled at the view of you gently brushing your finger behind its ears. He sighed taking a seat next to you. You pulled a piece of chicken from your plate, feeding it to the kitten. "Awww, she must have been so hungry." You said as the poor thing devoured the chicken in seconds. "Where's your mummy?" You spoke to the kitten, it only meowed back at you which made your eyes teary. "What if she's lost!" You pouted looking at Jungkook. "Awww Jagiya I am sure her mum went to get her some food." He said scratching the back of his head, not really knowing what to do. He just hated to see you this sad. Your pout intensified as your head made up scenarios such as what if the kitten's mum got hit by a car? Or what if she's not returning? and so on. "We could wait a bit if you want? You know, to make sure that she's safe." He said shrugging. You smiled at him thankful that he put your heart at ease, seeing that you can't find it in you to leave the poor kitten alone. You kept on feeding the kitten as a couple of hours passed by, and yet her mum didn't show up. "Jagiya, you have nothing left to eat!" Jungkook frowned at the empty plate, noting in the back of his head to order you something else when you go home. "It's okay I am not that hungry." You said gaze and mind lost in the petite kitten that now found warmth and comfort in your lap, engulfed by your cosy scarf.

Jungkook knew that you won't eat if another being was hungry, even if you were starving. He smiled, a light bulb appeared above his head, "you know..." You reluctant tore your gaze from the kitten to look at your fiancé. " We can take it home." He smiled widely. "It's a she!" You scoffed then gasped after you realised what he was saying. "Are you... saying that we can keep it?" Your eyes widened at his suggestion. His bunny-like features lit up as he simply shrugged. You shrieked in happiness, "Kookie you're the best!" You said planting a kiss on his cheek. You apologised for the kitten afterwards for startling her, "awww, sorry baby!" You patted her.

You couldn't wipe the smile off of your face as you went to the vet first thing to give her the required vaccinations, clean her up and trim her claws. "We should buy her a few toys, too!" You said lost in thought as you waited for your kitten to finish. Jungkook looking at you in awe, he couldn't help how cute you looked. "… Because you know how mum and dad feel about pets." You were babbling, turning your head towards Jungkook, missing the way he leaned in to capture your lips with his. He kissed you softly and passionately that you were lost when he pulled away. "W-what was that for?" You whispered, his forehead resting on yours as you opened your eyes slowly. "Nothing, you're just so cute I couldn't help it." He chuckled.

"Mr Jeon, Mrs L/N, your pet is all set, did you settle on a name, yet?" A nurse came out holding the kitten in a blue blanket. You grabbed her gently as Jungkook shook his head, "Nah not yet." He turned to you, "do you have anything in mind babe?" You nodded eagerly like a child, "yeah I have a few! But we need to settle on something." You looked at Jungkook who chuckled at your child-like behaviour.

Apparently, on your way to the vet you went through the internet looking for a unique name for your kitten. "I like blackie" Jungkook said eyeing the rest of the list, "I like it to, but I feel like it's racist." You pouted hating the idea of naming her "blackie" because she's black. Jungkook chuckled, "okay, how about Luna?" You hummed, then claimed that it was not unique enough.

"What about Twinkie?"

"Doesn't seem like a girl's name!"

"Babe you're the one who made this list!" He looked up from your phone to see you looking at the kitten instead. "Well, they sounded pretty when I wrote them down, but now that we're serious about keeping her, I feel like I'm picking my child's name. Kook this is a huge responsibility!" You pouted looking at him. He laughed at how you were taking this so seriously, but he understood, you have always wanted a pet, and now that you were having one it felt surreal.

"How about Selena?"

"Sounds posh for a cat!" Jungkook erupted in laughter. Oh God this was going to be fun, he thought shaking his head.

"Did you get it?" You jumped in anticipation as Jungkook returned home with your kitten's gift. He chuckled, "Yup" you jumped from your seat running over to him to see it. It was a collar with her name engraved on a golden piece. "It looks beautiful!" You squealed. "Yeah, baby it does." He said kissing your forehead. There laid the name "Angel" in a neat font. You know it's not that unique but you truly felt that the name suited her perfectly. She stood there looking up at both you and Jungkook, head tilted to the side wondering what's going on. You put the collar around her neck as she kept staring at you with her baby blue eyes that made your heart melt. "I think am in love!" You whispered in awe with teary eyes, Jungkook laughed loudly, thanking God for gifting him with a precious hearted partner as you.

That night you and Jungkook went to bed with Angel sleeping cosily between the two of you. "Thank you." You whispered, patting Angel's soft fur. "What for?" Jungkook looked up to you with doe eyes filled with puzzlement. "For allowing me to experience this, I mean you could have said no to taking Angel in." You whispered, refusing to think of what could have happened to her if you left her that day on the streets. "Babe, it's nothing. I don't even know why we haven't thought of it earlier, you know I don't mind pets." He said shrugging. "Still, thank you. I wanted this for so long." Jungkook looked at you with a soft gaze. He kissed your forehead, muttering a "good night", contentment filling his heart for the new addition to your little family.

[miraculouswolf99]

I Put A Spell On You (Song Fic)

My first miraculous salt fic. Doubles as a song fic and a Halloween fic. Features the best song from the best Halloween movie of all time. Hocus Pocus.

*****

Adrien was happy. No one else in class knew why he had been smiling all day. Chloe was probably the only one in the room that knew why he was so happy today. But she was not going to tell anyone and ruin his day when Liar Rossi would would just use it to make up some more lies and ruin his happiness.

Things had not gotten better since the lying Italian had joined the class. Even though now that Marinette had transferred to Mendeleiev’s class, things had not gotten better. If anything, things had gotten worse since now Lila thought that she could not freely lie and manipulate almost non-stop with no one there to attempt to expose her.

The class was now half and half with who believed the liar and who doesn’t. The ones that don’t believe her being Adrien, Chloe, Nathaniel, Kim, and Juleka. Sabrina was decided to be a neutral part and not take a side. She listened to Lila’s tales, but normally stayed by Chloe’s side. Alya, Nino, Alix, Max, Ivan, Mylene, and Rose were all firmly on Lila’s side and nothing could ever change their minds.

Adrien had finally been starting to stand his ground against the liar since he had seen her chase Marinette away. He was reaching his wits end with her constantly hanging on his arm and never letting go when he asks or even demands her to. Adrien had managed to convince Bustier that he was too bust with his schedule to tutor Lila and that he would be better off sitting in the back with Nathaniel since it was more quiet than being next to Lila “never shuts up” Rossi.

“What are you so happy about today, Sunshine,” Nathaniel asked his friend.

“I have some friends coming today,” Adrien answered. “They were visiting their grandparents in the United States and decided to stop in France on their way back to their home in Greece. Their names are Lyon and Vallia Garden.”

“You know Greeks, cool,” Nathaniel said. “When did you meet them? Obviously it wasn’t a time close to now since you have not left the country and no Greeks have showed up here either, to my knowledge.”

“I met them about a year before my mom disappeared,” Adrien says. “Their family owns and operates an incredible animal and nature sanctuary that almost takes up the entire island they live on. They host a lot of charities there. Concerts, celebrity birthdays, auctions, art shows, even cooking contests. I was there with my parents for a charity fashion show.”

“Do you speak Greek or did they speak French,” Nathaniel was curious since he did know that Adrien already also spoke Mandarin and English.

“They speak French,” Adrien says. “They were the only ones there that were my age, so I was glad to have someone to talk to. We’ve kept in contact ever since.”

“Sounds great,” Nathaniel smiled at his friend. “Do they know about... everything going on?”

“Dear god, no,” Adrien stated. “Lyon is fiercely protective of his friends. He is a master archer and when he caught poachers trying to break into the sanctuary, he actually shot them all before calling the police.”

“I am not sure whether to be terrified of him when they come or in awe of him,” Nathaniel admitted.

“Nothing wrong with both, as Vallia would probably say,” Adrien chuckled. “I do admit that they can be pretty scary. Especially since when they help out at their family sanctuary, Lyon seems to have a way with their wolves and Vallia seems to be a lion whisperer.”

“I am both terrified and looking forward to meeting them,” Nathaniel nervously laughed. “I just hope Marc doesn’t faint when he learns this stuff about them. I love him, but we all know he is naturally timid.”

“I know,” Adrien chuckled. “Remember when he first met Kagami?”

“I will never let him live that down,” Nathaniel smirked, loving it when he is able to tease his boyfriend.

Before the two could continue their conversation, there was sudden yelling from outside the classroom and coming from the courtyard. It sounded like four people arguing, two of them not sounding like they were French.

“What is that,” Nathaniel wondered as they stood up.

“I’m a little worried to find out,” Adrien stated.

The two had stayed behind to chat after the bell rang and everyone else left for the day. They immediately left the classroom and looked over the railing and into the courtyard. They were soon joined by Marinette, Marc, Kagami, Aurore, and Mireille from Mendeleiev’s class, who had also heard the yelling.

“What’s going on,” Marinette immediately asked.

They all look over the rail. They see two people arguing quite loudly with Alya and Lila. They certainly were both unique-looking teens.

The first was a girl that was quite beautiful and had a grace and elegance to her style. She had long blond hair braided with roses and butterflies and had pink streaks. Her eyes were a stunning silver that you could see, if you were close enough, had specks of blue in them. Her style was a red, pink, and purple dawn colored dress with gold flats. On her wrists were diamond rose cuff bracelets, a butterfly on the one on her right wrist. 

The boy next to her gave off a very icy exterior that also screamed honor and loyalty that only a knight would have. A tall boy with hair that was actually black with streaks of white and blue in it, coming to the length of Adrien's. His eyes were the opposite of the girl's, blue with silver specks. His outfit of choice was a sky blue t-shirt under a white jean vest, matching the blue pants with white boots. On his hands were white fingerless gloves. Around his neck was a sword and shield pendant as well as a white cloak only going down to his knees. 

“Lyon, Vallia,” Adrien gasped.

“Those are your two friends from Greece, Adrien,” Kagami asked, Adrien having told her during their last fencing practice.

“Yeah,” Adrien said. “Their plane must have landed earlier than expected and they decided to come here.”

“Why are they arguing with Alya and Lila,” Mireille wondered.

“If it has something to do with that liar, it’s probably her fault,” Marc, of all people, stated.

It was a pretty open secret in the school that literally everyone but most of Bustier’s class, plus Bustier herself and Damocles, were all aware that Lila was nothing but a manipulative liar. In fact, most of them were shocked that the class, teacher, and principal believed her outlandish lies in the first place.

“Maybe Lila tried to cozy up to them and they caught her in a lie,” Marinette guessed.

“Lyon and Vallia do come from a rich family,” Adrien said. “Not only is their family known for their sanctuary, but they also have the largest jewel collection in the world. Like the medallions on their foreheads.”

They all looked and saw that the two did indeed have crystal medallions on their foreheads. Vallia’s was a rose quartz butterfly and Lyon’s was a sapphire wolf.

“What is up with that book that Lyon has,” Kagami noticed.

They all looked and saw that Lyon was holding a pretty large book that looked very old. It was bound with brown leather that had Frankenstein-like stitches all over it along with old silver metal on the cover as well. It also had a very large buckle.

“They did say they wanted to show me something,” Adrien said. “They went to the US to celebrate Halloween with their grandparents so maybe they got some type of prop and wanted to show it to me.”

They all quickly started to get into the courtyard and make their way over to the four. In a city plagued by a terrorist that uses negative emotions, arguments usually lead to someone getting akumatized.

“My brother does not worship the devil,” Vallia shouted at Alya and Lila.

“That book is a Book of Shadows,” Lila pointed at the book in Lyon’s hands. “It’s a tool of witchcraft, which is all about worshiping the devil. I should know. My great uncle is a world renown priest back in Italy.” 

“Not all witchcraft is devil worship, you pathetic liar,” Lyon sneered. “And there is no world famous priest in Italy since the last well-known one was arrested five years ago for killing people using fake exorsisms.”

(Reference to an episode of Criminal Minds.)

“Lila is not a liar,” Alya yelled. “You are, you devil witches.”

“This isn’t even a real spellbook,” Vallia screamed at them. “It’s a movie prop out grandparents won in an auction. They knew we loved Halloween, so they got us a prop from out favorite Halloween movie.”

“See, that proves you worship the devil,” Lila accused. “Halloween is a devil cult holiday, my great uncle proved that years ago but America rejected his facts and still celebrates it.”

“It is not,” Lyon yelled. “You are the worst liar I have ever come across. You should be ashamed to insult an entire holiday just because you don’t like it. Pathetic, just like all you other mythology copying Italians.”

(Reference to the Roman and Greek rivalry from Percy Jackson.)

“How dare you,” Lila screamed.

“Lyon, Vallia,” Adrien called. “Calm down.”

But it was too late. A black and purple butterfly already came flying down. It went inside of the book Lyon was holding. The butterfly outline appeared over his eyes.

“Your favorite holiday and your culture insulted all at once,” Hawkmoth says to him. “Hocus Pocus, I am giving you the power to right this wrong. All I ask is for the miraculous of the ladybug and black cat in return.” 

“I will show this liar some real magic,” Lyon said, transforming.

“What the hell,” Vallia gasped, backing away.

Lyon had changed into an almost male version of Winifred Sanderson. He was in a mostly green outfit with a green leather vest and pants with black leather boots that matched the black silk shirt under the vest. He also wore a long and shiny green cloak with a hood. He was still holding the book.

“Is it wrong that he actually looks hot in that outfit,” Adrien let slip, then instantly covered his mouth.

“Okay, we will come back to Adrien’s crush later,” Marinette stated. “For now, let’s run.”

Adrien immediately rushed forward and grabbed Vallia.

“Adrien,” Vallia was confused and worried. “What’s going on? What happened to Lyon?”

“Hawmoth is a terrorist here in Paris,” Adrien gave a quick explaination. “He takes advantage of negative emotions to turn normal people into his mind controlled villains.”

“Someone is mind controlling my brother,” Vallia was pissed. “When I get my hands on him, Hades will look like a puppy in comparison.”

“Maybe later, but we all need to hide so that Ladybug and Cat Noir can save your brother,” Adrien said.

Hocus Pocus then opened his book. He smirked as it glowed.

“Wicked ways beneath the skin, let all who taste it now join in,” he cast.

(Reference to Descendants 2.)

Out of the book came magical glowing chocolates. They all shot around the school and into the mouths of multiple people. It forced them to eat the magical treats, including Vallia, Nathaniel, Marc, and Kagami. Music then started playing out of nowhere as Hocus Pocus smirked again.

“Oh crud,” Adrien swore, running away along with the few students and staff that managed to avoid the chocolates. 

He transformed and was soon on the roof of the school. Ladybug soon joined him. But they were shocked that the school was now in a full-blown musical moment. Hocus Pocus took “center stage” with Vallia and Kagami as his main back-up singers.

“I put a spell on you And now you're mine You can't stop the things I do I ain't lyin'.”

“It's been three hundred years Right down to the day Now the witch is back And there's hell to pay.”

“I put a spell on you And now you're mine!”

Hocus Pocus seemed to have used the chocolates like mind control treats. Everyone that eaten one had was now dancing around the courtyard in very Halloween-like manors. Some even seemed to be doing Micheal Jackson’s Thriller moves.

Alya and Lila, who had not gotten chocolates, were not allowed to leave as the dancers forced them to stay in the courtyard.

“What the heck in going on,” Ladybug was so confused.

“I guess whatever movie his akuma form is based off of had a musical number in it,” Cat Noir guessed.

“I put a spell on you And now you're gone (Gone, gone, gone, so long!) My whammy fell on you And it was strong (So strong, so strong, so strong!)”

“Your wretched little lives Have all been cursed 'Cause of all the witches working I'm the worst.”

“I put a spell on you And now you're mine.”

Hocus Pocus walked around the courtyard as he sung, Vallia and Kagami making amazing back-up singers. Alya and Lila still looked terrified even with the catchy song playing around them.

“Even as a back-up singer, who would have thought that Kagami could sing,” Ladybug said.

“Yeah, no kidding,” Cat Noir agreed.

“(Watch out! Watch out! Watch out! Watch out! She ain’t lyin’)”

“If you don't believe, You better get superstitious.”

“I put a spell on you... I put a spell on you...”

“Ah say into pi, alpha maybe upendi!”

“Ah say into pi, alpha maybe upendi!”

“In comma-coriyama"

“In comma-coriyama”

"Hey hi, say bye-bye-i-i-i-i-i-i-i"

"Bye, bye"

The song ended with a pose from Hocus Pocus and his two back-up singers. He still had his menacing smirk on his face.

“I think it’s time our little liar had her own spell placed ob her,” Hocus Pocus stated. “Like... a truth spell, perhaps.”

Let’s just say that the heroes were petty and decided to let the liar’s kingdom fall before defeating the akuma. And Adrien was certainly glad to have his friend back and a really cool book from their favorite Halloween movie. He just wished that the name of the movie would stop slipping his mind. Oh well, gives him an excuse to talk with Lyon more.

[warriorsbutnotreally]

Twigkit And Violetkit Clan-Swap AU

I'm so glad I recently reread AVoS for one of my recent rambling discussion posts cause having the memories fresh in my mind works great

Especially since I'm already forgetting the second half of AVoS already dfska

Also, I don't go into detail about the big plot points, but they still do happen. This is more just about the changes the sisters go through.

And I kind of ignored the 'our mom is dead' plot now that I've finished it dfskjahfd

idk why I forgot about that point

So when the choice is made between Violetkit and Twigkit, Rowanstar decides that Twigkit is the best option, as her smaller size would make her more sneaky

Twigkit is taken away and Violetkit screams and cries and has to be held back by Alderpaw to stop her from chasing after Twigkit

Over in ThunderClan, Violetkit isolates herself, despite the best attempts to comfort and console her to the point she's attached to Alderpaw every moment he's in the camp. She doesn't want to play, she just wants her sister.

Alderpaw does his best to be there for Violetkit, but he feels as if his attempts aren't working, as trying to get her to open up is hard.

Luck turns on his side as Honeykit seems determined to be Violetkit's friend and she seems patient as Violetkit struggles to open up.

Over in ShadowClan, Twigkit is trying her best to make friends, despite Pinenose being disinterested in raising her and Needlepaw wanting nothing to do with a clingy kit.

Twigkit is constantly hurt at being left out and Puddlekit seems to be the only one okay with spending time with her. The two are shaky friends still, though, as his littermates pick on Twigkit and he's not a very bold kit to stand up against them.

When Grassheart's kits are born, Twigkit is very wide-eyed and curious about this new life and she asks Grassheart a lot of questions, all of the answers making Twigkit curious about the kits, but still feeling strangely detached from the idea that kits happen

Twigkit appoints herself as a big sister figure to the kits, despite still being a kit herself, and she's more than willing to teach them everything she knows - which may not be much, but she's excited to have company that looks up to her.

She also is saddened when Puddlekit is made an apprentice early, as it makes it harder for the two to hang out

Alderpaw and Needlepaw have the kits meet up and Twigkit and Violetkit are happy to see each other. Twigkit asks Needlepaw if this means she's going home to her sister and Needlepaw has a visible negative reaction, but Alderpaw is the one to answer.

Alderpaw convinces Needlepaw to bond with Twigkit and Needlepaw agrees, though she isn't too thrilled, especially after Twigkit's question

Over in ThunderClan, Violetkit is finally getting along with the other kits, though she's still rather withdrawn and isn't as high-energy as the other kits. Still, she sticks close to Honeykit now and it gives Alderpaw some room to stretch his legs and know that Violetkit isn't alone.

Alderpaw is still worried, but Jayfeather is dismissive about it, stating some kits are just strange like that, but Alderpaw is worried that Violetkit isn't taking well to being apart from her sister

Violetkit, meanwhile, still thinks of her sister a lot, but is getting along great with the other kits and is slowly branching out to others.

When she gets too overwhelmed, though, she finds herself going over to Daisy a lot more, who comforts Violetkit and lets her lay and rest in silence for a bit.

She also talks to Daisy the most, about not being Clanborn and about missing cats and Daisy becomes one of Violetkit's biggest rocks that keep her grounded. Lilyheart still does her best when she can, but Violetkit is more bonded to Daisy.

Twigkit is dragged out of camp by Needlepaw, who also brings Sleekpaw. Twigkit has many questions and concerns but is silenced.

When Twigkit is introduced to Darktail's group, she's on edge and frightened of these cats, wanting nothing to do with them. When Sleekpaw and Needlepaw try to introduce her as a non-Clanborn kit, Twigkit tries to lie and is called out for it.

When approached by Darktail, the kit tries to run but Needlepaw stops her and scolds her. She explains to Twigkit that these cats are important, but Twigkit doesn't believe her. Still, she stays silent and obedient, sticking close to the apprentices.

When the time comes, Needlepaw borderline threatens Twigkit into silence and Twigkit agrees.

Violetkit isn't sure that she and her sister are special, as she hears whispers about it echo through the Clan. She wants to believe and Alderpaw and Daisy assure her that she is.

This brings little comfort as she worries if ShadowClan thinks her sister is special and how they're treating her.

Violetkit asks Alderpaw what makes her and Twigkit special and Alderpaw talks to her, that it's not just the prophecy, but the fact the two of them are survivors and that they'll grow to be great cats.

This helps a little, but not much

When Sparkpaw becomes Sparkpelt, Violetkit is confused on why Alderpaw looks disheartened but still goes over to comfort him, leaning against the medicine cat apprentice and letting out tiny purrs.

He accepts this as comfort and thanks her

When Twigkit is brought back to camp by Sleekpaw and Needlepaw, they're busted by Tawnypelt. When confronted, Twigkit runs to Tawnypelt and tells her what happened

Needlepaw is outraged, as is Sleekpaw

While the arguing in ShadowClan is going on, Twigkit stands by her conviction to tell, as she believes the reason she's special is because she's supposed to help ShadowClan and she's trying to trust what her gut says

But her gut starts to twist with worry as the fighting goes on and she's worried she's on the wrong side of this battle, though she does not believe Needlepaw and Sleekpaw are in the right

Birchpaw and Lionpaw, for the first time, seem willing to be on her side, as both of them agree that the other apprentices aren't in the right. This brings some comfort, but she's still worried, as she's trying to hard to figure out why she's special.

Needlepaw blames Twigkit for her getting in trouble and quietly claims to her that the kit owes her a huge favor for being a snitch.

Twigkit does not agree with this, but her guilt makes her feel differently and she isn't sure what to do

When Needlepaw demands Twigkit go tell Rain she won't be able to see him, Twigkit objects, stating she's just a kit and shouldn't go out alone

Needlepaw counters by saying that if it wasn't for Twigkit she wouldn't be barred from leaving camp

Twigkit winces in response and caves in, sneaking out of camp. Twigkit, however, hides for a portion of the night until she's found by Pinenose and Grassheart. The two scold her for causing so much worry and she once more tells them the truth on what happened.

Alderpaw tries to take Violetkit out to meet with her sister, but they are found by a ShadowClan patrol. Alderpaw lies and learns that Needlepaw and Twigkit are in trouble, cause Needlepaw snuck Twigkit out of camp.

Violetkit feels terribly guilty and Alderpaw assures her that it isn't her fault

Violetkit isn't sure about that

When they return back to camp, Violetkit slumps down in the nursey, feeling like it's her fault. Alderpaw tries again to comfort her, but to no luck.

Daisy takes over and assures the tom she has it from here and just quietly lays down with Violetkit, waiting for the kit to be ready to talk

Meanwhile, when confronted, Needlepaw tries to lie, but Twigkit is insistent. What doesn't help was Needlepaw already being in trouble for sneaking out of camp

Needlepaw is even more furious and threatens to leave

Rowanstar openly invites her to leave

More apprentices side with Needlepaw and he lets them go. Twigkit is in shock. Needlepaw makes a scolding remark on how ShadowClan can keep their 'non-special kit', referring to Twigkit, and Twigkit is hurt.

She wants to believe she's special..

Twigkit becomes Twigpaw and is apprenticed to Tigerheart. Violetkit becomes Violetpaw and she's apprenticed to Stormcloud.

Stormcloud is a kind and understanding mentor and he makes it clear from the start that there are things he's still learning about aspects of Clan life and mentoring is a big one.

He is open about his former life outside the Clan and this makes Violetpaw look up to him, seeing his life as a possible future for her own - a proud warrior who came from non-Clan origins, special or not.

Violetpaw also has been sneaking off to spend time with her biological sister, Twigpaw, and the two talk often about what's going on.

During one of these short meetings, the duo is attacked and they're almost snagged away by who is revealed to be Needletail and Sleekwhisker. The two she-cats are thankfully chased off by a ThunderClan patrol [consisting of Stormcloud, Squirrelflight, Dovewing, and Lionblaze], who scolds the two for being alone.

They are notably not scolded for seeing each other, but are warned they got lucky that is wasn't a different patrol or a ShadowClan patrol.

Stormcloud takes Violetpaw to the side and offers to look out for her if she ever goes off to see her sister, but she has to be honest with him.

She promises

Twigpaw hurries home, grabbing a hidden away lizard as she does so.

Tigerheart isn't impressed with it, but he doesn't scold her. He does express he isn't happy with her hunt and she's aware he suspects something, but he makes no comments about it

They return to camp as Leafpool prepares to leave, as Puddleshine is a full medicine cat now, despite his young age. Twigpaw is sad to see her go and grabs some gifts from her nest for Leafpool to bring to Violetpaw - a cluster of soft, fluffy feathers and a shiny rock she had found while out exploring

Leafpool agrees to take them to Violetpaw and Twigpaw is happy at the news. Tigerheart looks like he wants to pass a message, but doesn't.

Only a couple days later a strange illness starts popping up and Twigpaw is quick to ask if Leafpool is going to come back. This isn't met positively.

A patrol is sent to WindClan and returns with only bad news, as Onestar refuses to share herbs

The gathering passes with only more bad news

Violetpaw is growing worried for Twigpaw, especially as the illness spreads and she convinces Stormcloud to watch out for her as she goes to check on Twigpaw.

He agrees but becomes hesitant when they reach the border and she wants to cross it.

He warns her not to, but the thought of her sister being sick stresses her out

She sneaks in anyway just to bump into Twigpaw who had been sneaking out to make sure Violetpaw was okay and that the disease didn't spread into ThunderClan.

The two talk for only a moment before a small ShadowClan patrol, consisting only of Crowfrost, Dawnpelt, and Scorchfur.

Twigpaw is scolded and Violetpaw is taken as a hostage. Violetpaw doesn't like this and Twigpaw doesn't stop apologizing to her sister.

Dawnpelt assures no harm will come to Violetpaw, that they just want ThunderClan's help in getting the lungwort for their Clan.

Twigpaw feels terrible about this. Violetpaw is angry, but not towards her sister. She decides she hates ShadowClan and she wants to get Twigpaw away.

While together, Twigpaw is out helping around ShadowClan the best she can, which only makes Violetpaw more nervous, as she helps Puddleshine get water for the cats and bring him herbs when he's getting overwhelmed.

He's very thankful for Twigpaw and Twigpaw shines with the praise.

Violetpaw decides she doesn't think Puddleshine is being sincere, as she believes he wouldn't put her sister this close to sick cats if he was.

Twigpaw mentions how she doesn't like how certain things are normalized - like violet outbursts between apprentices - but she believes the reason she's special is that she's meant to help ShadowClan

Violetpaw doesn't buy this and it only makes her more upset

insert the "we're not special" audio

Things are awkward between the two sisters, even as Bramblestar and the patrol come in.

They demand Violetpaw back and scold the Clan for taking a young apprentice into a sick Clan when she could've fallen ill.

Violetpaw, for a brief moment almost doesn't say anything before trying to demand Twigpaw is taken back to ThunderClan with them

Bramblestar explains they can't do that and Violetpaw doesn't believe they can't just that they won't

She has to be basically dragged out

Some cats are upset and Crowfrost falls sick

With some help from the medicine cats coming together, the Clan gets lungwort, but not in time to save Kinkfur, Wasptail, and Crowfrost.

Tigerheart is the new deputy and Twigpaw is proud of her mentor

Cats are refusing to go to the gathering, despite Twigpaw's best attempts to try to talk to them. Tigerheart informs her that not everyone is reasonable.

She doesn't like this.

Darktail takes over ShadowClan.

She likes this even less.

She tries to leave with Rowanstar, Tawnypelt, and Tigerheart, but Darktail holds her back and doesn't allow her to leave. He says his cats have more use for a 'special' cat than them.

Twigpaw is scared

Violetpaw is still mad about what happened, but she's not mad at her sister anymore. She just wants to see her and apologize. Even if she doesn't believe they're special, she feels terrible about yelling at her, especially since she has few friends [granted due to her own withdrawn nature]

She becomes worried when only three ShadowClan cats arrive at the gathering and none of them are Twigpaw

Bramblestar takes in the wayward ShadowClan cats and Violetpaw is quick to ask them about Twigpaw. Tigerheart reluctantly informs her and she is even more angry at ShadowClan for not saving her.

After the gathering, Stormcloud personally helps her trespass to try to save Twigpaw and the two are caught. Violetpaw says she just wants to see her sister.

Rain and Needletail assure she will before chasing off Stormcloud, giving him some nasty injuries before dragging Violetpaw back to camp.

Violetpaw finds that she and Twigpaw are both prisoners now

The four Clans come together to try to fight The Kin, but it doesn't end well and Twigpaw and Violetpaw are still being held.

Darktail seems to know more about these sisters than he's letting on and keeps a close eye on them when he can. When he's not around, there's always another one of his cats close by.

Twigpaw apologizes for ever thinking they were special and Violetpaw stops her, apologizing for what she said.

Twigpaw admits she's scared and Violetpaw quietly admits she is, too

After a couple days, the two are allowed to roam camp, but are still being watched at all times. Violetpaw and Twigpaw try to help the elders and are quickly stopped and reprimanded for doing so.

They try again and are separated for the day as punishment.

He allows her to take a mouse to Puddleshine and while they're there, Rain approaches, wanting to talk to Darktail alone.

Twigpaw pretends to go, but stays behind, wanting to at least try to see what's going on and hoping for information on why Darktail wants to keep her and her sister

She gets no news and only witnesses Rain attempt to kill Darktail. Darktail then kills Rain.

Twigpaw is horrified and Darktail is very calm about the whole situation. He pats her head before sending her off, calling her special once again.

Twigpaw no longer wants to be considered or hear the word special.

She tells Violetpaw and Needletail what happen and Needletail is horrified. Before Twigpaw can say anything, she leads the two out of camp and asks her to repeat it one last time.

She does.

Violetpaw suggests hunting and they go hunting. Needletail seems to be questioning her loyalty, but not out loud.

Darktail brings in some kittypets; Zelda, Loki, and Max. They are made to hunt prey, eat it, and stay.

Darktail expresses to Twigpaw that he plans on turning these kittypets into useful fighters. Twigpaw doesn't feel too sure about this. Darktail makes an offhanded comment on how she's not much like 'him', but doesn't answer any questions, instead walking away and leaving her confused.

Violetpaw finds herself being led into a dream by what looks to be Alderpaw/heart. She follows him and he stands by her as they share a vision of a barn.

Violetpaw, not sure if this is real, asks him what that was about.

Alderheart believes it's about SkyClan.

She asks about SkyClan and he tells her what he can. He also reveals he suspects that whatever kin she may have besides her sister may be with them.

For the first time in her life, Violetpaw feels a strange determination.

She wakes up and Needletail notices something's up. She asks her about it and Violetpaw explains.

Needletail seems unsure but Violetpaw wants to try to find this barn and these cats.

Needletail 'accidentally' lets Violetpaw escape. Violetpaw runs for her life.

Violetpaw is in the middle of escaping when a pack of dogs spot her and chase her down. She manages to escape, but passes out after doing so.

The last thing she sees are twolegs.

Twigpaw is worried for Violetpaw, but Needletail has informed her of what's going on and what's happening.

Twigpaw, meanwhile, has been trying to at least make the kittypets comfortable, since they're forced to stay here. Loki and Zelda are the most thankful.

Twigpaw goes to rest, noticing Darktail is heading out another hunt for Violetpaw. This makes Twigpaw more worried, as she isn't sure if it's better for her to be found or not.

She is later woken up by Dawnpelt, who invites her to escape to ThunderClan.

Juniperclaw and Strikestone is there, too.

Twigpaw is nervous, as she isn't sure what will happen to them and she's not sure what will happen to the cats here, whom she has a lot of sympathy for. She tries to talk Dawnpelt out of it, but Dawnpelt seems set.

She goes back to sleep, but holds onto her worries for Dawnpelt and Dawnpelt's sons

When she wakes up, Darktail is ready to take over RiverClan. Twigpaw tries to protest, but Darktail won't hear any of it.

The takeover of RiverClan happens. The dead are left to rot and the wounded aren't allowed to get help. Max, Foxnose, Heronwing, Petalfur, Pinenose and Shadepelt died.

Twigpaw comforts Loki and Zelda.

While out with Raven and Needletail, they help sneak some ThunderClan cats in. Raven doesn't like this.

RiverClan prisoners aren't being fed and Twigpaw is being watched closely by The Kin to keep her from feeding them.

Darktail confronts Twigpaw about the herbs and Twigpaw tries to lie, but is called out for it. She is forced into telling the truth and when she does, she fears for Needletail's safety.

Needletail is placed with the prisoners and Darktail thanks Twigpaw for her cooperation.

Twigpaw starts working to gain Darktail's favor, using it as a shield so that she can help as many cats as possible. He seems none the wiser as she sneaks herbs and prey to Needletail and the RiverClan cats.

While out hunting, Twigpaw sneaks away from the patrol and manages to make her way to ThunderClan.

ThunderClan is relieved to see her and she asks about which cats made it. Sadly, not a lot have, as Dawnpelt was killed trying to escape.

She asks about Violetpaw.

There has been no sign of Violetpaw at all.

This makes Twigpaw super worried and she fears the worse.

She works with ThunderClan to make a plan to rescue all the prisoners and make an opening for cats to escape.

When she returns to camp, making sure to bring prey back with her, she waits until night and Zelda allows her to see the prisoners. She tells them all the plan and they're willing to worth with her.

Needletail is the least sure, but Twigpaw assures her that everything will be fine

Needletail still isn't sure

Twigpaw starts sneaking cats out, beginning with the wounded and the elders.

She meets up with ThunderClan and they safely bring the cats over.

They get Snowbird and her kits out next before deciding not to risk any more cats. They agree to meet up again three days later.

Before they leave, Alderheart gives Twigpaw some poppy seeds to put Darktail and his cats out cold after a suggestion from Tigerheart. Twigpaw tells Alderheart to let Tigerheart know she's doing her best for her Clan

Alderheart confirms that Tigerheart already knows. He also mentions how he, personally, is proud of her and Twigpaw beams with happiness.

All this time, Violetpaw has been with twolegs. She has been working on her escape plan and she's now making her way out. She hasn't forgotten her sister or Alderheart or the barn.

She is worried, however, for her kin

She does find the barn, but it has been abandoned. Unable to find any sort of scent, Violetpaw feels herself wanting to give up, as she doesn't believe she's able to do this.

Violetpaw ends up falling asleep and having a dream that tells her to follow the blood trail in the sky.

Violetpaw wakes up, confused, and hesitantly follows the instructions

She is surprised when she finds a Clan of cats, having been on the verge of being convinced that SkyClan didn't even exist

Violetpaw approaches them nervously, more scared than she had ever properly felt but SkyClan is very welcoming and they're excited to learn that she's from ThunderClan.

She talks to Hawkwing and Leafstar and they're not too fond of Darktail. She also learns that Hawkwing is, in fact, her father. He is reminded so much of her mother when he looks at her.

Violetpaw informs him he has another daughter, too. She's worried about Twigpaw. Hawkwing is now determined to do what is best for his daughters.

They start heading towards the lake territories together. As they walk, Violetpaw finds she feels very at home with these cats and it soothes her heart.

Twigpaw is preparing for what she's about to do and part of her feels guilty that she's doing this. But at the same time, she wants to save these cats.

She is caught and Darktail decides to drag out Needletail, Zelda, and Loki. He wants these cats to die to punish Twigpaw.

Darktail is going to drown them. He gives them the chance to live by killing Twigpaw. Needletail pretends to take it, but uses it as a chance to get Twigpaw to escape. Loki and Zelda manage to fight off the cats and start trying to escape with her while Needletail fights Darktail.

Zelda pushes Twigpaw along as Twig tries to turn around to save Needletail. Loki informs Twigpaw they can't save everyone and that they need to keep moving.

ThunderClan encounters them and they send Twigpaw to ThunderClan camp while they go rescue the prisoners, who at this point are fighting back.

Right before she reaches ThunderClan camp, Twigpaw and Violetpaw are reunited and Twigpaw almost breaks down as she pulls her sister close and starts crying, the reality of everything just kind of crashing down on her in that moment.

Violetpaw is very comforting and assures Twigpaw that it's going to be okay.

Hawkwing, curious by the name, asks if this is her sister. Violetpaw confirms. Hawkwing, ecstatic, introduces himself as Twigpaw's father.

Twigpaw welcomes the comfort of her father and explains to them what all is happening. They make it back to ThunderClan's camp and wait for the cats.

As StarClan confirms that SkyClan being there is okay, Hawkwing is trying to talk his daughters into moving to SkyClan with him.

Neither she-cat is sure about the idea right away

They make plans to take down Darktail and, of course, Onestar is being difficult.

As Twigpaw and Violetpaw join the patrol to talk to Onestar, they talk about the idea of moving. Twigpaw firmly believes there's a lot she still needs to do and she doesn't feel right leaving ShadowClan.

Violetpaw still doesn't like ShadowClan, but she understands, saying she's not sure about leaving her adopted ThunderClan siblings and Alderheart.

Darktail is attacking WindClan when they get there, he chooses to leave with a cryptic message to Onestar, and Onestar has all the leaders gather to talk about it.

Onestar then explains his relationship to Darktail when the leaders get there.

The five Clans come together and the final fight with Darktail happens, leading to the deaths of Onestar and Darktail in the lake.

Loki and Zelda are informed they're free to go home, but the two stick with Twigpaw for the time being, the cats wanting to make sure she's okay first. Loki and Zelda are very close to Twigpaw.

ShadowClan is going home and Twigpaw asks if she can stay with her sister for a moment and consider some things. Rowanstar isn't sure, but Tigerheart allows it.

Hawkwing tries ones again to convince his daughters to join SkyClan. They're still not sure about it.

There is a large debate in ThunderClan on what to do with SkyClan. Twigpaw defends her sister's choice and Violetpaw is starting to feel like she did moons ago when she didn't feel like she fully belonged.

In her eyes, SkyClan is seeming like a better option.

However, at the same time, she wants Twigpaw to come with her, as she doesn't want Twigpaw to go back to ShadowClan.

Tensions are high in ThunderClan camp with so many cats there. There's especially tension in ShadowClan and Twigpaw really wants to be helpful.

Adjusting in hard and Bramblestar is about to make Violetpaw a warrior when Violetpaw announces she's going to be moving in with SkyClan, who is in the process of making their new camp

Violetpaw has Twigpaw - and by extension, Zelda and Loki - help her help SkyClan. She's working hard on trying to talk Twigpaw into moving to SkyClan.

Twigpaw still isn't sure, but Zelda and Loki seem interested in SkyClan and she's close to the two of them.

And after this my memory of events are muddy

but what I have to follow up with is;

Violetpaw becomes Violetshine and of course gets with Tree when he comes into the picture [again, my memory isn't the best]

Twigpaw decides to stay in ShadowClan and upon her return she earns the warrior name Twigsong. She ends up in a polycule with Zelda and Loki, who are given permission to keep their old names.

Twigsong helps a lot with ShadowClan after Tigerheart leaves to find Dovewing and when Tigerheart returns as Tigerstar, he is very thankful and gives her Cinnamonpaw as her apprentice.

It's also implied he's considering her as another option for deputy if anything happens with Cloverfoot

When SkyClan is chased off, Twigsong, Tree, Zelda, and Loki come together to bring them back and it cements that Zelda and Loki want to stay and that they're very fond of Twigsong.

Violetshine still checks on ThunderClan often and is still close with her adopted sister, Honeyfur.

[moonsubinpr]

[Lee Soo Hyuk — 35 — he/him] Introducing MOON SUBIN. Word on the street is they are a PRESS SECRETARY FOR THE DISTRICT ATTORNEY affiliated with the DEMOCRATIC PARTY. Though they are RESERVED and INTIMIDATING, they can also be DEPENDABLE and HARDWORKING. In the chaos of New York City, they’re sure to fit right in.

Biography. Ask. Wanted Connections. 

I. WRITER’S INTRODUCTION

First of all, I want to introduce myself. You all can call me Jackie, and I am a twenty-one year old graduate student residing within the Eastern Standard Timezone (EST). I have been roleplaying for about 10 years now, however, I took a hiatus from writing on Tumblr due to migrating to other platforms that are more mobile friendly in terms of writing. Now that I have a greater availability, as well as not fond of the newfound style of roleplay on platforms such as Twitter or MeWe, I have returned in hopes to better develop characters and build better connections with other writers. Aside from writing, I enjoy spending quality time with my cat, going out to explore newfound areas, thrifting, reading, and watching random reality television shows. I look forward to getting to know everyone! Feel free to message me for plotting, headcanoning, or for a casual conversation. 

II. BASICS

NAME: MOON SUBIN

AGE: THIRTY-FIVE 

DATE OF BIRTH: 1986 MAY 31

GENDER: CISMALE

PRONOUNS: HE / HIM

SEXUALITY: PANSEXUAL 

HOMETOWN: IOWA CITY, IOWA

AFFILIATION: THE GOVERNMENT

JOB POSITION: DISTRICT ATTORNEY’S PRESS SECRETARY 

EDUCATION: BA IN JOURNALISM FROM NYU

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: SINGLE

CHILDREN: NONE

POSITIVE TRAITS: ELOQUENT, INDEPENDENT, INTELLIGENT, RESPONSIBLE, MATURE, REASONABLE

NEGATIVE TRAITS: RESERVED, BLUNT, INTIMIDATING, DEMANDING, SARCASTIC

FACECLAIM: LEE SOO HYUK 

III. POINTS ABOUT THE MUSE

Moon Subin was born into a rather average household in Heukseok-dong, Seoul, South Korea. His mother, a down-to-earth woman with a contagious smile, worked alongside her mother as a food vendor in one of the city’s largest market. The two were acutely known for their blood sausages as well as jangeo-gui (grilled eel). In fact, this is how the young woman met the young businessman. Running from a class with only a few cash in hand, he stopped at mother’s spot, asking for anything he could get with the amount of money available. She laughed at his lack of time management, and he only stated that he’ll make time to see her better next time. The following day, he returned and sat to chat with the woman. 

Subin was unplanned. The two were not yet wedded when discovering that the woman fell pregnant. However, never did the young couple refer to the baby as a mistake. Rather, they saw Subin’s life as a blessing to better plan for their fast approaching future. During the time in which the woman was pregnant, the man was offered an opportunity to continue his university studies abroad. Sent to Iowa City, Iowa, the young couple packed their belongings and settled within the United States. It’s in this city where Subin would be born, granting him American citizenship despite his parents yet to become naturalized citizens. 

Falling in love with the environment, the mother and father went through various means in order to further extend their stay within the country. From a student visa to a work visa, the father was granted more time to better prepare for the examination of becoming U.S. citizens. While his father began to work in a local company specializing in medical prosthetics, his mother worked at a local Chinese restaurant where she befriended Chinese immigrants who helped her with assimilating into the culture. 

Subin grew up in an environment where he witnessed the benefits of hard work. His parents worked many hours in order to provide for him as well as to their community. He found this to be admirable, and this encouraged the young boy to succeed in his academics so that he could provide for his parents in the future. 

He became interested in the field of communications due to constantly acting as the translator for his parents when making doctor appointments or trying to pitch the best deal at a cars dealership. Words were fascinating, and he especially thought this was the case after reading a number of novels written by authors such as H.G. Wells and Amy Tan. His interest in communications got him involved with the morning news at his middle school and high school. During his four years at high school, he also participated in Model UN and the Debate team. These involvements were the result of his great achievements in social studies courses, and his teachers encouraged him to get involved with these extracurricular activities. 

Due to awards achieved in high school, he was granted a scholarship to attend New York University in New York City. Although his parents did not want him to leave their home, they eventually came to terms that this would be good for his future successes. Thus, he went to attend NYU for a Bachelors in Journalism with a minor in Politics. Thanks to amazing professors and establishing connections through networking events, the young man was able to maintain a number of internships---such as volunteering for the current Governor’s former campaign in the creative team for marketing. He later volunteered alongside CNN professionals, and he gained an internship experience with the Manhattan District Attorney’s Office as Press Office Intern. By the time he graduated from university, he’s already met a number of influential, powerful people of the big city. 

 Upon graduation, he was able to get a job at the Manhattan District Attorney Office as Press Officer due to his wonderful performance during his internship with the office. He held this position for two years before being promoted as Deputy Press Secretary for the office. However, in less than 2 years, he was able to maintain the Press Secretary position due to the former Press Secretary’s leave to another office. In another year, he was granted the position of Deputy Director of Communications for the Manhattan District Attorney’s Office. Subin held this position up until he was given the opportunity to work as the city’s District Attorney’s main Press Secretary. 

During his years working for the city and learning about the mishaps behind the scenes, Subin has been able to learn a lot about the dirty truth. He is aware that some of the crimes dealt with in the office are a result to the existing gangs within the city. Although his DA remains slightly oblivious to the people surrounding them, Subin maintains awareness due to the connections he’s established during interviews as well as conferences. They threaten Subin to keep quiet. They ask Subin to twist the truth. He does what keeps him safe, but he holds the knowledge close to his heart. The quiet man knows a lot----perhaps more than what the gangs wish for him to know, and this can be dangerous. One never knows what he can do with all of this knowledge. He could expose them to the public whenever he dares to do so. If he really wanted to, of course.

But, for now, he keeps quiet. He does his job and remains cordial with those he establishes some sorts of connection with. If someone he cares about, though, ever gets hurt, he’s not sure what he’ll do. No one knows.  

IV. WANTED CONNECTIONS

Any and all possible connections within the Government. I would love to further develop and establish connections within the affiliation in order to better understand Subin’s position in the government as well as with Law Enforcement, for he works within the District Attorney Office; therefore, he has connections with lawyers as well as officers. This can be good or bad, I am open to all possibilities. 

For those in Media, Subin is responsible for addressing those in Media in order to report information given by the DA. Those in media could have interviewed Subin, have gone to a number of his press hearings, as well as questioned his intentions or morales within this position. Anyone who does not trust him is very much wanted. A person who trusts him a lot is also wanted. 

To those in any gang, people who has paid him or threatened him to withhold information from the public is very much wanted. Give me some angst in regard to perhaps threatening his family. Perhaps people question how Subin can offerd such a luxurious home or car, and this could be due to payments accepted from those within these organizations. I am open to anything.

I am also interested in a secret relationship that should not be a relationship, however, the two continue to pursue one another in sexual and romantic rendezvous. Subin is not entirely the most relationship-orientated person, however, due to a lot of stress within his career, some fun would be favorable. 

[redbeanboi]

Guido Mista : ESTP [JJBA]

Excited to finally share this! One large bowl of mixed salad for the hungry beanie babies, as requested. :-)

As always—I’ll be looking at the Jungian cognitive functions.

And an extra big thank you to @string-bean-owo​ for helping me find some of these manga panels! :-)

Warning: Extended Spoilers ahead for JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure: Vento Aureo.

Functional Order: Se-Ti-Fe-Ni

Perceiving Functional Axis: Extroverted Sensing (Se) / Introverted Intuition (Ni)

Extroverted Sensing (Se)

Se is a perceiving function that relies on the five senses (touch, taste, sound, smell, sight) to interact with the environment. Se dominants like Mista prefer material, tangible things and don’t particularly like abstract ideas or concepts, as seen when Giorno first joins the gang and starts sharing his theories and strategies during enemy attacks (stuff that Mista cannot readily accept). Note Mista’s reactions to Giorno’s crazy hypothesis on the train:

Source: JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure, Ch. 489

Mista finds it difficult to trust what his eyes (and ears, etc.) can’t perceive, and it’s only after Trish proves Giorno’s “theory” that he accepts it. Tangible, physical proof and evidence are things that Se dominants rely on when it comes to making their own conclusions. He handles solid, physical or simply real world information better than vague hypotheticals (which is where you often see him and Giorno clash).

Se dominants also love novel thrills, material items and creature comforts, which is one of Mista’s defining traits. Mista loves experiencing the world through his five senses because of Se and loves cheese, wine, sleep and good looking people. Se is a very big contributor to ESTP’s love of food, sports/physical action and/or sex (or any physical activity really). ESTP’s (and other Se dominants like ESFP) constantly seek out fun, sensory experiences to stay happy.

Source: JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure, Ch. 508

Mista’s keen observation is yet another example of Se dominance; he’s quick on the uptake and uses his Se to process external stimuli. Whenever Mista gets into a fight, he takes mental note of his physical surroundings and uses his observations to make conclusions.

Source: JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure, Ch. 464

ESTP’s are very physical and quickly respond to environmental demands, which is why Mista is able to think quickly on his feet and go with the flow on many different occasions. Wow!

Introverted Thinking (Ti)

Ti is more of a subconscious function in ESTP’s, but it’s what fuels their drive to understand the world and master their skills/talents. Like other ESTP’s, Mista uses Ti to analyze and process the ideas that his Se creates based on past experiences or any knowledge he’s acquired in his life. Together, these functions serve as a logical framework to help Mista determine which ideas/decisions are logical and which aren’t. It’s essentially a problem solving tool.

Though he’s not the type to overthink things, there are often times when Mista has to use Ti to make important decisions—betraying the Boss and organization being one of them. Knowing that Bucciarati is smart and having known him for a decent amount of time, Mista’s come to learn Bucciarati’s pragmatism as fact, and as Mista points out, Bucciarati wouldn’t betray the organization if it was a losing fight. Having seen Bucciarati make smart decisions in the past is what ultimately convinces Mista to join the band of traitors. He doesn’t necessarily cite protecting Trish as his primary motivation for betraying Passione, like Narancia—I think Extroverted Feeling played some role in this decision though, even if it was subconsciously—and Mista pretty much tells it like it is: he’ll get “filthy, stinkin’ rich” once this is over.

Source: JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure, Ch. 523

This might be a sillier instance, but Mista’s theory on the tastiness (or lack thereof) of human flesh is another pretty good example of his Ti. He uses information he knows—”cats, lions, eagles, etc. are all carnivores and aren’t served in restaurants because the meat’s smelly, etc.”—to come to the conclusion that humans would taste pretty gross because they also eat meat!

Source: JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure, Ch. 590 

Extroverted Feeling (Fe)

ESTP’s Fe is what ultimately drives them to use their keen observation and problem solving skills to help other people, as opposed to using these traits for purely selfish reasons. Mista is drawn to and strives to attain interpersonal peace, harmony and understanding (remember that he prefers to live a “simple life”), and I believe that this Fe is where his humanitarian side comes from. The most obvious example of his caring, compassionate side is his entire backstory.

Source: JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure, Ch. 508

Mista’s Fe kicked in as soon as he saw this woman getting beaten in the car and acted on it, and although he is analytical and does make logic-based decisions (i.e. his decision to join Bucciarati and betray the Boss), Extroverted Feeling often drives him to do the “right” thing, most especially in the spur of the moment. In this instance, it’s killing a bunch of trashy men. 

In social environments, Fe works with Se and brings out Mista’s sillier, humorous side. 

Source: JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure, Ch. 486

Source: JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure, Ch. 590

Of course, at the same time, while Mista is extroverted and lively, he’s also perfectly fine with just enjoying his teammates’ company and doesn’t always need to take over the conversation and is okay with just making his little side comments. 

Source: JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure, Ch. 456

Source: JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure, Ch. 524

Of course, because Se is Mista’s dominant function, he usually shows his affection through action (rather than words) since it’s more comfortable for him; he’s not very good at explaining himself after the Rolling Stones incident, but Mista’s willingness to put himself into harm’s way to change Rolling Stones’ form is pretty indicative of the love and loyalty he has for Bucciarati.

Source: JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure, Ch. 594

Introverted Intuition (Ni)

I know it’s easy to make jokes that Mista always ends up full of lead because almost all of his ammo gets fired back at him, but Vento Aureo is full of instances that show just how good Mista is at pulling information his Se has stored away and using that information to prepare an attack on his enemy.

We can assume that Mista’s dealt with a lot of other stand users at this point, especially since he knows the basics about Long-Range and Close-Range stands and keeps this info in mind when he’s looking for Sale.

Source: JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure, Ch. 464

The White Album arc is my favorite to refer to when it comes to identifying Mista’s strengths as a member of Bucciarati’s team (also a good display of his Ni, both in its healthy and destructive forms).

Ni is sort of Mista’s “achilles heel,” since it’s undoubtedly his weaker function; it’s not nearly as strong as his Se and Ti, which Mista utilizes and relies on more. That being said, Ni helps Mista to pull from every single corner of his noggin and gets him to hone in on the evidence pulled from his Se. And from there, he looks for patterns in the information Ni gathers or just skips the thought process altogether and just predicts what might happen next (which you see when he kind of just jumps the gun—no pun intended). 

Mista’s good at keeping calm during moments of crisis and usually thinks things through, enabling him to make important deductions in life or death scenarios. “Obviously this weird enemy has to breathe somehow! I can attack from there!”

Sources: JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure, Ch. 512 (above) and Ch. 514 (below)

At the same time, this Ni is a little dangerous when it gives Mista the idea that it’s alright to just “do first and think later”... and that’s usually when he forgoes thinking altogether. 

Source: JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure, Ch. 512

Cue the ricocheting bullets. 

And it happens again during the Rolling Stones arc when Mista decides to jump outside of the apartment building with Rolling Stones—even though he doesn’t exactly know what will follow. He makes this decision without having thought it through carefully and it’s only after he falls (and survives) that Mista realizes he can’t change Rolling Stones, and in a sense, cannot change fate (oOoo).

Source: JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure, Ch. 594

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A/N: This was super fun !!! Mista’s probably one of my favorite characters of all time, and I really think he embodies the ESTP type. At this moment in time, I haven’t gotten an Enneagram post for him planned in the near future, but I’ve typed him as a 7w8 if that helps. hope you enjoyed reading this !

[sullenaquarian]

I have not written fanfiction in a very long time, but Palm Springs inspired me. No beta. I’m an arrogant copy editor : ). Who now realizes there’s a couple of bits she should have added, and is now. 

Some cursing, references to sex. 

1,000 Times

Summary: The times before Sarah entered the cave.

“We’ve fucked, like, a thousand times”

Nyles doesn’t really notice Sarah the first few dozen loops. He half-listens to her uncomfortable and rambling maid of honor speech, but mostly he’s just hoping that tonight will be the loop where he doesn’t catch Misty cheating on him with Trevor.

That never changes, though. In every universe, Trevor lifts Missy onto the sink. And finally Nyles gives up hoping and starts looking for a distraction.

The bartender was the first. Then he met Darla, when he ran into the bar after barely escaping one of Roy’s attempts to kill him. Jerry followed soon after that.

But then there was Sarah. He finally starts to really pay attention to her—how she never ventures near the dance floor, how she spends almost the entire night nursing a glass of red wine, how she barely smiles when her dad comes by to see how she’s doing. He makes a mental note that tomorrow/today, he’ll try to cheer her up.

So the next loop, Nyles commandeers the microphone and gives his first toast. It doesn’t go great—he didn’t write anything in advance, and his joke about the bride and groom looking alike doesn’t garner a single chuckle—but he does see Sarah smiling a little more broadly afterwards.

He works a little harder, and the next time he gives that speech—maybe a half-dozen loops later--, Sarah comes over to him on the dance floor.

“Thank you for sparing me from giving a speech,” she tells him. “I love my sister but I don’t have anything to say.”

Nyles bows and reaches out his hand. “You’re welcome, madam. I’m Nyles.”

“Misty’s boyfriend, right?”

“The very one. Hey, you want to get a drink?”

Sarah raises an eyebrow. “Won’t Misty mind?”

Nyles chuckles darkly. “Believe me, she won’t notice.”

Nyles charms the bartender into giving them an unopened bottle of whiskey and two shot glasses. He and Sarah sneak over to the pool and look out onto the desert sky as they pass the bottle back and forth.

“Do you ever feel totally alone?” she suddenly asks, swirling the dregs of whiskey at the bottom of her glass.

Nyles nods. “All the fucking time. Even though I’ve been dating Misty for over a year, but I think that’s running its course. She’s wearing fucking face gems. Who does that? And no offense, but no one in your family can be bothered to remember my name, even though I was at the engagement party, bachelor party, and rehearsal dinner.”

“No offense taken. If it wasn’t for Facetime, I think they’d forget what I look like. I only make it out from Austin for Christmas and my dad’s birthday.” She sighs and sets her glass on the ground, turning to look at Nyles.

“Kiss me,” she demands.

“But Misty—” Nyles weakly responds.

“Wears fucking face gems. Kiss me,” she repeats.

Nyles pulls her into his lap and runs his hands down her back as she grinds into him. The sound of blood rushing down from his head and into parts below overwhelms the music still playing from the reception. He feels Sarah’s hands trying to undo his swim trunks.

“Not here—someone could see us,” he cautions.

“My car, then. I just need to forget everything right now.”

“Not your room?”

“NO.” Sarah is strangely insistent about that.

Nyles shrugs and follows Sarah to her car. She’s a little baffled when he reveals the underwear under his trunks. The whole thing is quick, awkward, and yet very hot.

When Nyles wakes up, there’s a little pang when he hears Misty’s voice instead of Sarah.

Every other person Nyles has hooked up with has been a one-time-only event, to scratch that particular itch. But Sarah—he wants that again. Even though it’ll only be for an hour or two at the reception—for some reason, she’s never around in the morning—he relishes the time he gets to spend with her. Sometimes they don’t even fuck, instead just sitting quietly with their drinks.

Mostly, though, it’s sex. Sometimes in her car, sometimes out in the desert, a few times even near the cave. Sarah isn’t as interested in getting to know Nyles. She’s just looking for a distraction from her family, and he’s more than willing to oblige.

“Your hair smells really nice,” he says one time, as she curls into his chest.

“Orchard Explosion by Fornier,” she murmurs. “A gift from Tala.”

Nyles stores that information away. Who knows, maybe one day he’ll be able to use it.

He loses track of how many times he and Sarah have sex. Maybe it’s a thousand times, maybe a couple hundred, maybe only a few dozen. He doesn’t always give that toast, and she doesn’t always respond when he does. Sometimes when he catches Misty and Trevor he just wanders right to the desert without talking to anyone.

But when it does happen, and when he learns even the tiniest thing about Sarah—her middle name, or the name of her childhood cat, or the high school geometry teacher she hated—he wishes that she could remember anything about him. Nyles doesn’t realize it at the time, but he was already halfway to falling in love with Sarah before she followed him into the cave.

And now, now they’re yelling at each other on the side of the road, and he’s revealing the truth he had hidden from her for all this time. She’s running into the middle of the road, and she’s gone.

Sarah’s gone for a long, long time. Nyles doesn’t sleep with anyone else, doesn’t bother to try again with Misty. No one can replace her. He wanders to the cave from time to time, hoping to spot her. He thinks he sees her once, but it’s just his shadow. He visits Roy.

He berates himself constantly for not telling her the truth about their history. He didn’t want Sarah feeling they were on unequal footing. And honestly, those earlier nights with Sarah, they were nothing compared to what they had now—while Nyles had learned bits and pieces about her back then, he hadn’t learned who Sarah really was. He hadn’t learned about how she laughed when she watched him dance, how she bit her lip when she was concentrating, how the scent of Orchard Explosion would sometimes linger in his nose even after they said their goodnights. But he should have told her, because he loves her, and she left and he’ll never get to tell her.

Finally, she returns, bursting with an idea so crazy it might work. Nyles doesn’t want to leave, but he doesn’t want to lose her. But ultimately, what he wants is a chance, however slim, to wake up beside her.

The cave shakes and cracks as the bomb explodes. They’re holding each other tightly as rocks tumble around them. Finally, silence.

Nyles looks around.

“Well, I guess we aren’t dead?” he says. “Wanna go outside?”

They exit the cave and look around. It’s still dark. Spuds has left.

“How will we know if this worked?” Sarah asks.

Nyles shrugs. “We won’t until morning, I guess? Let’s grab our bags and head to that house. I broke up with Misty this morning and don’t want to be around when she returns.”

At the house, they fall asleep on a lounge chair, too tired to do anything else. Niles wakes up alone and a little confused. He’s not in his and Misty’s room anymore, but where is Sarah?

He hears a car engine shut off. Sarah is walking up toward him, carrying a Starbucks tray and a newspaper.

“Check out the date! November 10!”

She puts the tray down and they start dancing like idiots.

The next morning, in Nyles’ bedroom, with Fred barking outside, they wake up together. For a thousand times and thousands of times after.  

 END

[soybloodandstakes]

Young Dracula Vampires and Their Eating Habits: an exploration

Throughout Series 1 and 2 we see Vlad and Ingrid eat breakfast before school; obviously there’s also the episode where Renfield packs Vlad a spinach sandwich that has a cockroach in it, and we know that Renfield is partial to eating a bug or two (or many). We could say that as they’re still under 16 and don’t drink blood yet, their dietary needs would be similar to a Breather’s - albeit that their cuisine is unusual by stereotypical western standards (because in quite a few cuisines it’s common to eat insects and the like, also the idea of food being made out of bugs is slowly becoming ever more popular) - and perhaps they don’t need to eat food once they’re vampires (and yes I know I mentioned Renfield but it’s kind of relevant, hold on). However. We do see the Count eat; in the episode where the Branagh’s stay over and Elizabeth cooks him that weird blood pudding thing, and even in the first episode there is mention of him having to eat black pudding at a service station BUT it’s only because he can’t otherwise get blood. When Magda first makes an appearance and the Count falls for her again, they have a dinner prepared for her. Now my question is - do vampires in this universe need to eat? Is it a necessity for survival or just a personal preference? And can they survive only on blood or vice versa?

I think I assume that no, they don’t need blood to survive, because if you look at Vlad and Talitha in Series 5, they’re both vegetarian vampires and so neither drink blood.  And I mean also - there’s a whole BRAND for soy blood. Surely that means that there’s enough of a demand for it to have at least one brand right? However I’ve just realised that I am COMPLETELY FORGETTING !! that the VERY FIRST instance we see of a vegetarian vampire is Ivan! Before his incident with Van Helsing, he speaks of many vampires in America living a blood-free lifestyle, posing it as the only sustainable way forward. From this we can assume definitely that no - vampires in the Young Dracula universe do not need blood to survive and don’t even need to eat meat either. So, what do they need and why do they drink blood?

I think that the answer to the latter question is simply instinct and possibly tradition. There are many instances in which we see Vlad have sudden cravings for blood; ones that he fights down and doesn’t give in to but cravings nonetheless. Ivan is converted back to blood drinking from the smell of Slayer’s blood, again the fact that it is an instinctual need. As for what these vampires need to survive? I don’t know for certain. And we probably never will. The idea of vampires and the lore of the creatures has been changed and shaped to many different stories and renditions; I don’t know many of them but we can logically assume that Young Dracula takes inspiration from at least one or two more sources outside of the book that it is based off of (which takes its inspiration from the novel Dracula which I have yet to read). I can’t remember where I read it, I think it may have been in a My Sister’s a Vampire book hahaha EDIT it wasn’t it was in Carry On, thanks Baz, but there’s one idea that vampires need to eat food like humans do, but they can go for longer stretches of time without it. However, an opposing idea is present in Twilight; in this series vampires cannot eat human food and it actually makes them dreadfully ill. Although, in this example the Cullens don’t drink human blood either and drink animal blood instead, something that we can assume the vampires in YD probably don’t do as there is no suggestion of it anywhere. These two ideas and the evidence in YD are the only things I really have to go on as I haven’t read Dracula or watched anything based off it. Though I have read Carmilla - a vampire novel that predates Dracula - it again suggests the idea that vampires don’t eat and may be repulsed by food.

However, I am inclined to go with the idea that vampires (these ones at least) do actually need to eat to survive, and perhaps that their requirements for survival in terms of needing food are very similar to humans if not almost the same.

For one thing, the Dracula’s seem to keep pretty regular mealtimes. Throughout the entire program, they can often be found to at least be having dinner if not any other meal. In Series 3 in ‘Bad Vlad’, Vlad invites a Breather girl, Becky, up for lunch - though you could argue that this is to be in-keeping with Breather life. On this note, ‘lunch’ is intended to be her, which again does question whether they need food at all, however throughout Series 3 there are a number of things related to food that we can explore. Again with mealtimes, something that is actually used as a point to drive the narrative forward is when they’re all having lunch and Vlad is given the ocelots nose instead of the Count, who claims that he “always get[s] the ocelots nose”. There are also various other mentions of food throughout the later series in particular, so we know that these creatures do eat and perhaps they indeed do it out of necessity to survive, much like we do.

Contradicting this though, is the language that is often used when referring to blood and Breathers, and it is something that I also want to explore – how blood is consumed and what it is considered to be. Food or drink? In Series 3 in ‘The Blood Thief’, when Ingrid invites Bertrand to the blood cellar to taste one of the Count’s vintage bottles, she says “What a great evening – dinner and a show.”. With “dinner” being not even a full glass of blood we could just assume that this is a turn of phrase; with blood also being treated in a similar way to wine (vintage bottles, a dedicated cellar, drunken out of stemmed glasses) it does seem to therefore be considered to be like a drink. Additionally, in Series 5 where Warlock ‘puts in his order’ with Ingrid, he says “mines a _” which echoes that of a drinks preference (like a usual coffee order). However, there is also constant referral to Breathers being a “meal” or “playing with your food” so – perhaps vampires can survive without food, as long as they have a supply of blood. Hence the glass of blood being “dinner” for Ingrid. This seems very plausible, especially with the opening of the blood banks in Series 4 for the ‘strays’ or ‘ferals’. Vlad claims that they would go wild without them, and we do see evidence of that when the blood runs out at one point. These homeless vampires with nowhere else to go would probably not have access to food; most likely being led by their instincts alone, the only source of nutrition they crave is blood. Human when they can but animal when they can’t. It’s with this point that I retract my earlier statement that we see no evidence of vampires drinking animal blood instead of human like in Twilight, as in Vlad’s speech to the ferals he mentions the fact that they are/will be feeding off of stray cats if they do not follow him to Garside, as they cannot hunt because of the ceasefire. With this information, perhaps I am wrong in my assumption that vampires need to eat food. Maybe they can simply survive on blood alone. So, this begs the question – why do the Draculas have meals? Why are, according to Renfield, certain maggots a vampire delicacy?

If we forget for a minute that vegetarian vampires exist and focus on the majority, what exactly are the reasons for the Draculas and other vampires, like those at the Hunt Ball in Series 1, to be eating food? Is it still indeed a necessity thing and vampires like the ferals, though surviving, are perhaps malnourished without food as well as blood? Is it a culture thing, a tradition thing? A class thing? Up until the introduction of the ferals, we are not shown a way of vampire life other than that of the Draculas and their associates. The Draculas are therefore really our only source of information and so that is what I am basing these assumptions on. The mention of it possibly being a class thing is also because, assumedly, the Count is.. well, a Count. Whether his title is with or without the corresponding status is irrelevant though, because we know that the Draculas as a clan are still supposedly renowned as a name and have status in their own right because of that, and so may be expectant of certain things due to having money - like food being a part of their life. Another theory is that maybe, turned vampires don’t need to eat but born ones do? (With the assumption that most of the ferals are Half-Fangs?) It’s a possibility. My personal thoughts are that vampires in this universe can survive only on blood – as possibly evidenced by the ferals – but need some sort of food too if they don’t want to be constantly hungry and/or malnourished. In addition, those of a higher status may be more accustomed to eating food perhaps because of tradition, which is usually found to be kept more in higher status places, or because of culture. The cuisine in question is also definitely very odd by human standards, and so here we come back to one of the opening points. The fact that these vampires seemingly have a pretty vamp-specific cuisine even before being 16 is another indication to the possibility that vampires in this universe eat food for possibly more than just enjoyment, and their dietary requirements are the reasons for this. This being said, Renfield also seems to share a lot of the same food, although he isn’t exactly a regular breather and he is pretty disgusting in his taste (even by a vampire’s standards), so it does still raise the possibility of it just being culture/tradition.

In Series 1 the Dracula’s are found to be eating various gross-looking things, a lot that looks kind of mouldy; at the Hunt Ball, we are shown a vampire eating an eyeball skewer, and bugs seems to be a large part of their general diet as evidenced by the maggots for Magda in Series 1, and also Renfield’s “bug burgers” in Series 5 that George helps him make. In Series 2 we also see a large fox in a sort of pie thing among other mentions of badgers and birds that Renfield serves, which leads to Ivan telling the Count he’s vegetarian. There is far more mention of the food that they eat throughout the show, however we can generally deduct that they seem to eat pretty much anything and everything if it’s an animal that moves, particularly if it is gross by regular human (also western) standards. In Series 5 the Count even mentions how he hasn’t “had a toad in years” when one (weirdly CGI-ed) appears on his balcony. So they eat toads too. Maggots seem to be weirdly popular; Series 3 at the Carpathian Feast shows Renfield ‘teaching’ Wolfie how to eat maggots, these ones considered to be a delicacy of “fine dining” having been “fed on a diet of elephant dung”. Gross. These vampires’ diet seems to be quite broad; however, the existence of vegetarian vampires also proves that they don’t need to eat these things to survive or be healthy. Obviously it can just be argued that they eat these things because, well, they’re vampires and it’s a work of fiction, and the fact they eat these weird foods just helps to hold the suspension of belief of them being supernatural creatures. But that’s not how I am going about this, so we’ll forget about that argument. With the consideration of vegetarian vampires, I am inclined to go with the fact that vampires eat these foods in particular because of tradition, because of their culture. Or at least the Draculas do. This may just be that it’s because they’re from “the old country” (Transylvania), and like aforementioned, they’re of a higher status and more likely to keep old vampire traditions. So it isn’t to say that vampires of this universe don’t enjoy a burger or two, despite the Count not knowing what they are. (“What is that, a person from Hamburg?”) However, the vampires that we are shown are all from a similar status family/position as the Draculas, and so their food does seem to be kind of similar. Whatever background a vampire comes from though, their diet is most definitely carnivorous, whatever form that meat comes in. This comes back to my main point of their eating habits coming from their vampire instinct. The fact that the Draculas are accustomed to eating certain foods in certain ways is probably more indicative of their class than anything else. As with all people, I’m sure these vampires have preferences and different types of food across the vampire globe – raw meat is something that you would assume they would eat, yet it is only seen to be eaten twice throughout the show. Ivan in Series 2 after his run-in with Van Helsing, and Hack in Series 5 from the basket of meat that Ingrid sent him. But, they definitely don’t need to have this diet to survive, and we can assume that its reason is more of instinct and tradition.

So what do vampires in the Young Dracula universe need to consume to survive?

Like I said previously, we don’t and won’t know for sure. But this exploration has shown that their need for blood and for meat as food is most definitely instinctual than anything else. Those that are led more by their instincts like the ferals, and even Ivan, are more likely to be blood thirsty and want their hunger satiated that way, more so than through food. They also prove that vampires can survive only on blood if need be, without the need for food as well. However, without food they definitely seem to be wilder than your average vampire. Or perhaps are exactly what you imagine a vampire to be like and the Draculas, due to their class and status, are simply more controlled. I’m not sure. What I am sure about though, is that it is possible for a vampire to live without blood, and without meat. This is proven by both Vlad and Talitha, and Ivan before he was reverted. So, what vampires need to survive is still unclear, but is nothing to do with having a special dietary requirement that is unlike a human’s. In fact, they probably can survive on the same diet as a breather. But, the key thing is their instincts, which are hard to control, being the main reason why the majority of vampires are carnivorous blood suckers. Even Vlad, who has always refused to drink blood even before he was vegetarian, has instinctual cravings for it.

TL;DR - Food for vampires in the Young Dracula universe seems to be more a thing of culture, tradition, and class than anything else. These vampires can definitely survive without blood and without meat if they wanted, however for most their instinctual need takes over. They also seem to be able to survive only on blood, however this appears to make them more instinct dependant, driving them slightly mad. Essentially, food seems to be a preference, and either it or blood can be the sole thing a vampire survives on, irrelevant of the consequences. Also, vegetarian vampires are pretty happily surviving without blood.

I’m sure there is much more I could talk about, especially once I finally read Bram Stoker’s Dracula, but this is pretty much all I can think of to explore for the moment. I would be here forever otherwise, and will probably add quite a bit in the future as I come up with more ideas to do with this.

[kmseokjins]

Thunderlight (Chapter 7)

Fandom: BTS Pairing: BTS x Reader / OT7 x Reader Warnings: n/a this chapter Chapter Summary: Reader needs information and she goes to the only person she knows that can give her answers. This decision sets things in motion..

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Notes: Unfortunately, this chapter only focuses on Y/N and Arshkia. We get a little more insight on Y/N's history with the demon, Asa, and we learn a bit more about soulbonds! It’s short too, I’m so sorry ;_;

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Soulbonds.

Despite your best attempts to forget about that word, it kept coming up. Sometimes you would hear it in a conversation, one time you had to do a double take at a sign because you swore you’d seen the word. It was going to drive you mad .

Curiosity killed the cat. You told yourself. But satisfaction brought it back. Came the reply.

You hated yourself sometimes.

The problem with satisfying the curiosity that was eating you was that you had no one to go to. There was no one you could go to for answers, at least not without taking the risk of being dragged into the world you were trying to keep your distance from.

Arshkia was an obvious choice, but you couldn’t quite bring yourself to go to the club again. Everytime you even thought about it, a sense of dread would pool in your belly until you felt like you were going to have to run to the bathroom to heave up whatever was in your stomach.

Proceeding with caution when it came to the older witch was a must, and you didn’t want to be indebted to her anymore than you could afford to be. She was a power witch and no doubt she would crush you under her heel the moment you’d become useless to her. You weren’t deaf to the rumors circulating about her, the whispers of what she did to soulbonds.

“Should one of those seven souls find you and mark you…” She had made it sound so archaic. You had no doubt that she was referring to being bitten, although you supposed that not all supernatural creatures marked by biting. How did that work with those that were human? Being bound to any supernatural creature was dangerous, and no doubt the risk increased tenfold for a human. No, no. You couldn’t think about that now.

The books wrapped up and locked away in your closet held no answers. You hadn’t thought they would in the first place, since Arshkia had been surprised you didn’t know anything about soulbonds in the first place. Apparently every supernatural, even witches, were taught such things. Except for you . You’d been raised on this belief system that brought you were questions than answers the longer you thought about it. You’d been so stupid! Why hadn’t you connected the dots sooner, seen the bigger picture?

You shouldn’t be surprised. No doubt most witches were carefully directed on how to manage and control their powers, make potions and tonics; hell, even tell fortunes, probably! Instead, you had been subjected to lessons on how to be a dutiful wife and mother. Sure, there had been lessons on controlling your powers mixed in, but that seemed like something off-handed, like it didn’t really matter. You later learned why harnessing your powers wasn’t a priority.

They were ripped from you in a ritual. When you married, your husband took them from you, transferred them to himself. Women were only meant to be dutiful wives and mothers to their husbands. It was disgusting. Your father was disgusting. Your future husband was disgusting, whoever he turned out to be.

You were merely the host of your powers until they ripped them from you, making you no better than you are now. You would be worse, a shell of a person with a hole in the fabric of what made you.

Exactly. Stop pretending to be human. Embrace yourself. Find your soulbonds. Better together than apart.

Since when did you get so philosophical? You didn’t want to admit that perhaps you’d gone about this the wrong way. You’d been scared all those years ago when you’d finally gotten the courage to run away, to leave before you became nothing more than a puppet on a string.

You almost ran away sooner than you planned. You should have. How you wished you did. If you had known that you’d become the object of a demon’s obsession, you would have.

Asa. He’d been handsome, sauve. Black hair, cut close and neat to his head. Dark blue eyes almost like the depths of the ocean. Tall and undeniably handsome. Catching his eye and smiling had been your first mistake. Letting him touch you had been your second mistake. Learning he was a demon and not caring had been your third mistake.

He’d been fascinated by you, by your mind and your body. He’d been your rebellious stage, that middle finger at your father because while your father dealt with demons, he would have lost his head if he’d learned what you were doing with one.

You body shutters at the memories. If you could take it back, you would. Asa had been a dangerous and terrible mistake. He still was. You hadn’t seen him since the night you’d left, running until you couldn’t hear him screaming for you, only to keep running. For years, you’d constantly looked over your shoulders for the pitch black eyes.

Even with this much distance between you and your former life, you still looked over your shoulder. It was only a matter of time before the new life you built came crashing down.

Before you knew it, you’re grabbing your jacket and keys and walking out of your apartment. You could do this. You could power through.

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“Tell me about soulbonds.” You wince when the words come out as a demand rather a question to Arshkia. Your head was pounding, your stomach was rolling. You were tense and uneasy, your fingers gripping onto the chair you sat in minutes ago as your fought the urge to bolt.

You shouldn���t be here. This place...it was wrong. You shouldn’t be here.

“You want to know about them now?” Arshkia questions, tilting her head and narrowing her eyes at you, “You’ve changed your mind?”

You wanted to scoff at her, but you didn’t. “No, but I need to know. I want to know. I should have known about it, but...I don't.” It’s the truth, and you’ve learned being honest with the witch usually got you somewhere.

Arshkia regards you carefully for a few moments before she finally leans back in her chair, “Think of it like how humans use the term soulmate. A soulbond is a very powerful bond and sacred among us supernaturals. It’s rare for one of us not to have at least one soulbond. The only exception are demons, very rarely are they part of a soulbond.”  

Your body stiffens even more in your seat, “How...how do you know if you’ve met your soulbond?” The mention of the word demon sends a jolt of fear through your body.

“You don’t, since you’ve been taking those tonics.” Arshkia answers bluntly, tapping a fingernail against her cheek. “The potential bonded will know, but how they know depends on their species. Vampires need blood. Werewolves require eye contact and hearing their bonded’s voice for the first time. There are too many species to list.”

“And...and demons?”  If Asa was a potential “soulbond”, you could feel the bile rising in your throat. You couldn't do it, you wouldn’t.

You don’t miss the sharp look Arshkia settles you with, lips stretching in a thin line before she answers, “I couldn’t tell you. A demon in a soulbond is volatile, a ticking time bomb.” Arshkia pauses, icy blue eyes searching your face, “I can tell you, however, that a demon is not among your soulbonds.”

Your whole body slackens ever so slightly at her words, “How do soulbonds mark each other?”

“Usually by biting, but some species are different.” Arshkia leans back in her chair, “Have you met one of your bonded, [Name]?”

You blink at her for several moments, “No, I don’t think so. I’m...just curious, like I said. How can I avoid all of this if I don’t know anything?” You bristle slightly in place, uneasy with how interested Arshkia is in your soulbonds.

“You can’t escape it, little witch. You can run all you want, deny it all you want, but the fact remains that this will come to pass.” Arshkia leans forwards against the desk, blue eyes glittering, “There is immeasurable power among those in a soulbond, especially when rarer creatures are involved. Your powers are strong, [Name], but you do not seem to understand just how much more powerful you’ll become bonded with your soulbond. Your power increases, as does theirs.”

“Why are you telling me this? I don’t care about p-” You swallow your words at the look Arshkia sends you.

“You are running from someone. Embrace the soulbond and you won’t have to run anymore.” A sigh leaves her blood red lips, “Intentional or not, your soulbonds will mark you. It is a primal drive to do so, especially heightened by stressful situations.”

“Can soulbonds be reversed?” You can’t stop yourself from asking, even though the question almost makes you wince. You don’t know them, but yet feels wrong to ask.

“Yes.” Surprise filters over your face at Arshkia’s admission, “Cutting off a soulbond will cripple the remaining bonded. Their power diminishes, and it’s not unheard of those remaining to die, whether by heartbreak or their own hand. Losing a bonded is like losing a piece of your soul. Literally.”

You’re speechless at her words, dropping your eyes towards the floor in shame. Her gaze made you feel ashamed for asking such a thing, for even thinking such a thing. A soulbond was reversible, but at the cost of lives. All the more reason to avoid being marked. To do that, you needed to know who they were.

“Can you tell me who my bonded are?” Your question is hopeful as you look back up at the witch.

“Can I? Yes.” Her answer has you straightening in your seat, eyes widening, “Will I? No.”

Wow. What the hell? Mouth gaping open in shock, you fumble to form words, “What? Why not? I have to right to know!”

Arshkia raises her eyebrows, scoffing softly in your direction, “Do you? Don’t they have a right to know as well? Besides you have nothing of value to bargain for such a request.”

“I..I-,”

“No, [Name]. Go home.” The witch fixes you with a stare before she abruptly turns in her chair, facing towards the windows that look out onto the club.

You slowly stand and shuffle from her office, knowing that there is no arguing with her. You’ve gotten some answers, but you feel like you’re only leaving with even more questions.

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As soon as the click of the door echoes in the room, Arshkia sighs out loud to herself. You were beyond being simply stubborn and it was going to drive her up the wall. She had plans and your stubbornness was really dragging said plans down. Tapping a fingernail against her lips, the witch hums softly as her blue eyes track your progress down the stairs and across the floor to the exit.

Once you’re gone from her view, the witch slowly stands and makes her way around her desk, pausing in front of the chair that you had occupied only minutes before. She reached out to pluck a strand of your hair left behind, taking great care to keep it pinched between her fingers as she crossed the room to a large collection of cabinets.

A flick of her other free hand in the direction of the cabinets is followed by a soft click, the upper left door popping open to reveal four rows of glass jars filled with an array of  colored liquids. Arshkia plucks a pink one, a red one, and a blue one from their resting place, placing the three jars on the counter before her.

Apparently you needed a push, or rather, one of your bonded needed a push.

Arshkia was more than happy to set things in motion.

[kumoriyami-xiuzhen]

Hakuoki Bakumatsu Kazama Mini Drama “Winds blowing on the street at Night”Translation

UPDATE: it is very, very, very likely that I will be bumping the CXM drama from Otomate party 2017 to november. don’t want to rush+feeling a bit lackadaisical cuz there a few sentences that I just don’t get+there are several terms I’m having difficulties phrasing. At about 65% done.

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Translation of the Hakuoki Bakumatsu Mini-drama for Kazama from the Hakuoki Bakumatsu Character CD for him.... aka the Warriors of the Shinsengumi game which I still haven’t gotten around to completely beating... I think? meh idc if that is the right name or not.... JP is  薄桜鬼 キャラクターCD 幕末花風抄 風間千景. 

This was translating using two different Chinese translations.... final edits will be done after comparing to the audio though I’m not sure if I’ll bother fixing this post as I intend to make an srt file... Also I think half my posts don’t show up under the hakuoki tag for some reason.... or disappear than reappear.

enjoy...? 

also should i mention the video is up now? Link to post here.

Hakuoki Bakumatsu Kazama Drama “Winds blowing on the street at Night” [or Night Winds blowing on the Street?]

Translation by KumoriYami

Kazama: Hnn. What does that bastard Amagiri mean? To actually say that I am similar to humans, and that I am interested in the Shinsengumi?

Shiranui and I are not the same./I am not like Shiranui.

The Shinsengumi is a group of people claiming to understand the pride of warriors  yet call themselves samurai despite how rusty [tainted/corroded? actually says rusted ] their swords are.

To actually say that I am interested in them? What a stupid thing to say.

Ha.

There is no need to get upset about this. If Shiranui hears this, [he would] laugh about how serious I am in about denying it/laugh at me for being so serious in denying it. If it were Amagiri, it would be time for him to start preaching again.

Truly [how] beautiful, this evening of sunlight and shadow?/Isn't this beautiful, this evening of light and shadow/sunlight and shade/Isn't the sight of today's sunset turning to dusk beautiful?

Forget about what Amagiri said and go drink./Go drink and put aside what Amagiri said.

After coming to the capital [check for if it says Kyoto], I have rarely had the opportunity to go walk (through town?)/ about like this because of my duties/responsibilities.

Walking in this direction to see the temples and shrines lined up, and this interesting scenery,  it can be said that there is a peace and quiet [atmosphere]/is this what is referred to as peace and quiet? [check audio for if this sounds like a question.]

Although humans are stupid/humans themselves are stupid creatures, they can unexpectedly create this kind of atmosphere/they were able to create such a view/what they build is not bad

No, I will acknowledge this matter/it should be said that this talent should be recognized/acknowledged.  

However the talent in/for creating such beautiful scenery is not appreciated, and only ends up being destroyed by fighting/and is easily destroyed by fighting, which is why humans are so stupid/foolish.

The Shinsengumi is also like that.

Hijikata: Stop. Report/Identify your domain and name.

Kazama: Che....

Hijikata: Sure enough, it's you. What exactly are you doing here?

Kazama: Whether it's Ikedya Inn, or Nijō Castle, you're always appearing before me, truly what an eyesore.

HIjikata: Well, there is no harm in us settling the dispute from Nijo Castle here.

Kazama: Originally it was because you were not killed that I went into the streets to change my mood/ headed to the streets for a change of mood. [I give up with this sentence. looked at 2 Chinese TLs and this is the best I came up with.]

Cutting you down will allow [me] to vent.

There is not much difference between your skill and the man named Okita, it's only at that level /Your skill is similar to the man named Okita, however that's all it is [all there is?].

Hijikata: With only one exchange, you know of Souji.  Unlike you who only knows how to cut people down without justice/righteousness/ He's not like you being someone without justice and can only kill people, Souji's sword contains his pride and soul!

Kazama: Do not bark if you are unable to accept a single blow. You've only had one exchange with me, what do you know about me?

Hijikata: Don't know anything. Also don't want to know!

Kazama: What's wrong? This was just getting entertaining for me now.

Hijikata: Your skills/abilities are very sluggish, [and] frankly it [they/you] bores[bore] me to sleep.

Kazama: Then I can help you so that you will never open your eyes again.

Hijikata: That's something that I should be saying!

<they fight a while but soon stop due to an interruption>

Hijikata: hey, drive the cat away.

Kazama: If you bothered/unhappy/upset with it, kill it. It just so happened to come over to us. What a great guy. Entering someone else's life and death struggle/fight to the death [yet it] can be so carefree/content/pleased with itself.

HIjikata: You're from the/of the Satsuma Domain/one of the Satsuma. What did you mean by "stop turning humans into oni?" Is that advice from the Satsuma?

Kazama: It's my advice to you. Because you [plural you... so maybe 'you guys'] are pitiful.

hijikata: Pitiful?

Kazama: Can't even understand this?/To actually be unable to understand this?

Hijikata: Why are you sympathizing with us when you're with the Satsuma/As someone from the Satsuma, why are you sympathizing with us?

Kazama (speaking to himself/thought):The Satsuma and Choshu's alliance is only a matter of time/will be acting together soon. If the Shinsengumi and I end up in a conflict, it is unlikely the Satsuma will complain. However/But Amagiri will never stand idly by/stay silent, and listening to his preaching[/him harping on] again would be annoying.  [check audio for Sat-cho]

Hijikata: Don't reply by staying silent!

Sheathing your blade/sword.... what the hell are you doing/what exactly are you doing?

Kazama: I'm not interested. Today I'll let you go.

Hijikata: Let me go? I can't let you off.  And I'm not letting you go. [I think 2nd sentence is 'I'm not done with you']

kazama: If I kill you now it would be possible to [take] revenge/It would be simple to kill you here now, but/however what follows afterwards will certainly be troublesome/annoying.  

HIjikata: annoying/inconvenient/troublesome?

Kazama: I will answer you/will answer your question . First, I am not a member of the Satsuma Domain. I only am returning a favour owed by [my?] clan, [and?] for the time being that [means] temporarily lending [my] assistance to the Satsuma.

Hijikata: Clan?

Kazama: I don't have to explain it to you/I don't ow you an explanation.  I am not acting with loyalty to the Satsuma. That's all it is. But/however if I am in contact with the Shinsengumi, people/someone will gossip [roughly says chatter endlessly]. And if you choose to now deal with me under the Satsuma, it will also not end well.

hijikata: Indeed, if I cut down one of the Satsuma's people, I would probably bring problems to the Aizu.

Kazama: As for why I show you mercy, it's because you guys are indeed/truly/really miserable/pitiful.

Hijikata: What are you saying!?

Kazama: Insignificant humans are unable to use that type of serum. In the end, you [plural] trying to to wasted effort to receive my oni clan's strength is a wasted effort. [/deluded if you think you can obtain the strength of my oni clan oni strength / you attempting to receive the power of the oni will be result in a wasted effort.] [can't decide on wording of sentence so wrote down w/e. "power" can also be used to replace "strength"]

HIjikata: Oni!?

Kazama: Without even understanding this, trying to break the boundary between humans and oni is truly stupid/it is foolish to attempt breaking the differences in species of humans and oni, which is why you are indeed pitiful/pathetic. [check audio for humans and oni]

Kazma: Is the shogunate, which you're giving you life away to, really worth it/Is the shogunate worth sacrificing your lives for? I don't know what else to call your situation but sad. 

Hijikata: You say we aren't aware of [the/our] situation/able/don't know how to judge/examine our situation/read the flow of the times?

Kazama: That's right. Like how a bird knows the wind, similarly to how fish follow currents, if they are unable to judge the situation, they will fall to the ground or sink. That's what happens when times change/This is what the world demands.

Hijikata: If you cast aside your belief/convictions to [simply/just to] move forward/forge ahead/when facing difficulties, you may as well go and die!

Kazama: Belief/conviction?

hijikata: To live is to carry out one's convictions/beliefs./Life is about carrying out one's own beliefs!/People live to carry out their beliefs!

Kazama: How/Truly stupid.

Hijikata: I thought you'd slice/cut this cat without hesitation/I thought you'd immediately cut/slice this cat to death.  

Kazama: Is constantly killing people at random all that humans are skilled at? Humanity only knows how to kill to fulfill their own selfish desires for the sake of their insatiable greed... it's endless/there's always a fight/always fighting [???]. Why can't you live without killing your own people? Such stupidity cannot be described with words/Other than stupidity, there are no other words to describe this.

Hijikata: If we don't do that, we're not going to make it to the end/We can't live without doing this./We don't have a choice but to do this until we die.

Kazama: Indeed stupid. Can't you realize your own stupidity without dying/[needing to] die? [are you unable to realize your stupidity unless dying/you die?]

Hijikata: The weak should/will die. However even if we have to eat dirt to survive, [we will] continue pushing forward until we ultimately succeed! [i should go replay hijikata's route for this sentence lol. i'm pretty he sure says something like this... though i can't recall it right now....also don't feel like checking]

Kazama: This [conversation/discussion] is over./That's it.

Hijikata: Wait.

Kazama: Is there something else?

Hijikata: Is Kodo-san really not with you? [need to check if it's -sensei or -san here]

Kazama: Why would you ask about this?

HIjikata: I asked you a question.

Kazama: You aren't going to recapture Kodo./You're not still thinking about recapturing/getting Kodo back.

Hijikata: You can't/Can't you give a straight answer?

Kazama: I don't have to answer you. Chizuru herself can come and confirm it./ If Chizuru wants to confirm this, she is welcome to.

Hijikata: How could I have let her go to the person who's been trying to/going to kidnap her.

Kazama: One day you will know everything.

Hijikata: Hey! Stop/stop right there! [Literally says stop for me! but that sounds weird]

Kazama: You bother me again and I will not hesitate to strike./You keep bothering me, and we will fight.

Hijikata: Vanished/Escaped/Ran away..... You should hurry up and go home. Kyoto at night can get very dangerous.

Kazama: Shinsengumi.... Are they still planning on using Yukimura Kodo? They completely ignored my advice/didn't heed my advice at all, really what a bunch of fools/idiots.

Chizuru is undoubtedly their trump card to force Kodo into continuing his research experiments./Chizuru must be being kept by them to force Kodo into continuing his research./Ultimately Chizuru is leverage against Kodo to have him resume his research.

They don't understand Chizuru's true value/How could they know of Chizuru's true value [check audio for Shinsengumi being mentioned here].

Indeed, I cannot let this go.

When the time comes, Chizuru must be taken (forcibly) to my side/Any opportunity to take Chizuru must be seized without hesitation, even if that means attacking the Shinsengumi/killing members of the Shinsengumi.

end....? dun dun da dummmm

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When I do go making the subtitle video... I’ll go and check the name of the cd. will probably use a mix of the translation and literal pronunciation of that Japanese... Also, I’m just going to tag these as ‘Hakuoki Bakumatsu’ for categorization purposes for now since I don’t really care for the Warriors of the Shinsengumi game as I only completed Saito’s route.... as I’m not particularly fond of games without story that require grinding like that...

Btw, is the way I translated Kazama condescending enough...? I try to match the tone of words used in the English translations of the games when doing my translation... though I’ll admit that this is really only a concern for things that I have audio for. 

In regards to the other Bakumatsu dramas.....I believe that the Saito drama was already translated (Wind Bell),  as was Souji’s (Riceballs) and Hijikata’s (Conversation over Tea in the moonlight). At the moment, I don’t know if Heisuke’s mini drama was translated (saved as image posts unfortunately so I won’t be checking it for now as it’s a pain when trying to read words that I don’t understand but i’m pretty sure it wasn’t), so at the moment that just leaves Bakumatsu dramas for Shinpachi/Yamazaki (what i think is that anyway. saved as image) and Harada’s (i think it’s with Kazama?) for this (no timeline atm for these) until I feel like checking those pics... I think? Also I’m not entirely sure that these are all Bakumatsu dramas since there is another set of drama cds that share a similar looking name.... not that I care right to figure that out right now lol....

forgot to mention: there’s one for Chizuru but she’s the only one talking in it... so iuno if i’ll bother with that cuz it’s 9 min long.

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Animal Resting.

Top 5 Boarding Options For Your Family Pet.

Think About A Cat Sitter.

Invite To The Cats Hotel.

With A Series Of Holiday Accommodation We Can Cater For Individual Cats, Or Tiny Families.

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Deal With With Treatment.

You have the ability to book a suite in the Cattery as much as one year beforehand, so if you do have a hint that you will certainly be disappearing and require this solution, it is constantly excellent to contact as soon as possible. They are made from white fibreglass, as well as have deep comfortable beds. With our expertise and experience we supply excellent care for your enjoyed ones. You will certainly have the satisfaction you should have when leaving your priceless relative with us.

He might be better in a Cat Hotel where there are other felines around him. Like people, pet cats have their individualities as well as are not just the same! For that reason, it is very important to think about the demands of your cat when determining whether a Cat Hotel or a Cat Caretaker is the most effective choice for your cat. A Cat Hotel or a Cattery is a boarding facility that you take your cat to when you are far from residence. It's normally purpose-built and also homes numerous felines in specific cages or rooms.

Invite to the honor winning, 5 celebrity ranked "Ings Deluxe Cat Hotel". Our focus is to offer our visitors the 5 star service they deserve, we promise an absolutely soothing, promoting and enjoyable stay. Our totally air conditioned hotel will certainly guarantee your cat will really feel comfy all year round. Based in Brentwood, Essex, as well as with very easy access to London and the M25 and M11 freeways, we are easily situated to look after felines from throughout South of England.

When you have to go away, your feline member of the family can stick with our family, in a warm, safe and secure, home-like setting, where we will look after them like our very own. Anita is a recognized, veterinarian referred cat behaviourist based in Notting Hillside as well as a full member of The Canine and also Feline Behavior Organization. She is additionally a master cat groomer, being experts in dealing with timid or aggressive cats.

Meet Tilly who took a trip from there in 2014 when her besotted proprietors emigrated to the North East. I was taking care of her while they were loading their belongings once more and also as well as moving to York. They added the "first 50 visitors will certainly each receive a Longcroft reward bag". Currently, the feline-friendly center will be officially opened on Sunday, September 20, by MP for Romsey and Southampton North, Caroline Nokes.

I keep track of the day-to-day feeding, toileting and also behavior practices of every cat to ensure that they are happy and healthy. It is very important that a cat doesn't go also long without water as it can create serious kidney damage. Must there be any type of health and wellness problems, my vet is available 24/7 ought to your own be also far away. Family pet Remedy is scientifically verified to calm as well as de-stress animals normally, this mild aroma fills up the area.

To aid us with our new ways of working and also to maintain all of us safe, please do not participate in the method unless you have actually called us first as well as have a pre-booked consultation. Required cookies are definitely crucial for the site to work correctly. This group only includes cookies that makes sure fundamental functionalities as well as protection features of the site. This internet site makes use of cookies to enhance your experience while you browse with the web site. Out of these cookies, the cookies that are classified as needed are kept on your web browser as they are vital for the working of standard functionalities of the web site.

To book your cat in to our hotel, please call the method on. Our cattery offers a large area including Horley, Crawley, Reigate, Horsham, Redhill, East Grinstead and all the surrounding areas. We're easily situated just 10 minutes from the M25 in Horley, and just 3 miles from Gatwick Airport terminal, which means you can say goodbye to your moggie then head of on your journeys understanding he'll remain in purrfectly safe hands.

In the area you might pay an everyday price of up to ₤ 17 for one cat, ₤ 24 for two felines, and also ₤ 31 for 3 pet cats. A Cat Hotel will certainly vary in rate depending upon the standard of solution and also the facilities/care that your cat will obtain.

Pet Dog Resting.

She holds an extraordinary honour level in Feline Behavior & Psychology and deals with her partner, a successful songs manufacturer and also two Norwegian Forest felines. Anita creates routine functions for Your Cat as well as The Cats Defense and also gets on the specialists panel of Your Cat publication.

Most Cat Hotels have restrictions around drop off and collection times, implying you require to plan when you drop off your cat around your journey times. It is necessary to weigh up the benefits and drawbacks of each service and also see which finest satisfies the demands of your cat.

Our company believe our centers offer an absolutely distinct and also unique experience in regards to high-end and also activities. Our promise is to take care of every guest as if they were our very own, keeping it personal with our sensational collections, underfloor warmed indoor designer collections with ensuite outdoor centers. We guarantee to give the greatest service as well as facilities readily available.

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Leading 5 Boarding Options For Your Pet Dog.

We have 9 roomy cat rooms on the first floor of the Longwater Lane surgical procedure in Costessey. The area is light and ventilated with the added benefit of cooling. This suggests that no matter the weather condition, your cat will be comfortable and also warm in winter season as well as cool in summertime.

Our qualified vet team will after that go over with you any kind of problems you might have or particular requirements of your cat, and also can show you your cat's house throughout their stay with us. Figure out the similarity each individual cat as well as take loving care of your feline good friends. Every cat is various-- the snuggly British Shorthair tomcat loves being cuddled, while Maggy, the curious ragdoll, discovers the laser tip game fantastic fun. Care for the felines, feed them and play with them up until their owners pertain to choose them up once more.

For check out that doesn't such as to travel we provide a one to one service where we visit your cat once or twice daily in your home. In addition to revitalizing the trash and also feeding and watering your cat/s, we likewise spend high quality time with them. Playing, brushing as well as rubbing your cat according to your instructions and their demands.

Think About A Cat Sitter.

Providers differ each or business, but you can generally anticipate a pet dog caretaker or cat resting solution to find to your house a minimum of twice a day to feed your cat, play with them and also clean their clutter tray.

As well as keeping an eye on your cat, they will likewise water any type of houseplants and maintain your house looking "lived-in" to prevent thiefs.

The next best option to getting a friend or family member to care for your cat is to discover an expert residence sitter that'll stay in your home while you're away to care for your cat in their usual day-to-day setting.

Whichever solution or person you select, provide your pet dog caretaker as well as your cat the possibility to fulfill one another prior to you leave them in each various other's care.

You may wish to try an expert animal sitter or cat sitting solution, as an example.

Some older cats that have never been to a cattery might take a bit longer and we do our ideal to help them settle in, however time to change is what is really required below.

Kittens as well as younger felines are normally very quick to adjust to the setting here.

This suggests each cat has to have a legitimate injection certificate signed by a veterinarian and also vaccinations need to have been carried out within the last 12months. Admission to the cattery should be no behind 4pm on the day of arrival.

Interaction is a top priority as well as you will be sent routine photo/text updates. That isn't to say that all felines would certainly feel lonesome, some felines are independent and also territorial, they are used to coming as well as going easily. In this instance, a cat sitter could be the preferred alternative, particularly if your cat has made his visibility known in the neighborhood. Momentarily getting rid of a cat of this nature, from his habitat, can disturb the equilibrium in between the neighborhood felines.

Her images and also video updates were great as well as she clearly genuinely enjoyed her brows through and so did our felines. It is so wonderful to recognize they are well looked after in our absence. If you have greater than three pet cats, please contact us for a quote.

If you're flying off on vacation or service, our place places us in very easy reach of the London flight terminals. We simply wished to say a massive thanks for caring for Tilly the last couple of weeks! So delighted to have discovered such a friendly accommodating service to take care of my cat.The on line portal is outstanding as well as when needing to speak with the owner, she will certainly constantly try to assist. My cat sitter is very expert friendly and also calming and will certainly send images of the happy moggie on her visits. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cattery wished to say thank you to Sharon for taking care of Coco and Simba so well recently.

The cat rooms were designed by a veterinarian at the experiment his cat in mind, and then constructed to our bespoke specification by an expert company. Rescue, take care of as well as take care of the animals of America in this pet video game. With the flexibility to stroll in a comfy environment and a caring shoulder to Meow on, day or evening your feline will quickly be purring with happiness. For your benefit we are additionally providing collections and also drop-off service. While you're away rest assured your precious pet will be having as nice a time as you.

Gourmet menus and also brushing services, partners whose single work it is to come in and delight citizens and lodging of special demands. This precise focus to detail is what defines a remain at Longcroft. From kittycats to elderly, pedigree or rescue, unique diets, medicine or nurturing anxious visitors - we always go the extra mile to make our guests feel comfortable. I made use of The Cat Butler having actually used an additional company for 10 years. From the beginning I discovered Sandra, the owner as well as Rhian, who looked after our cat, extremely handy as well as educated as well as nothing was excessive difficulty.

Invite To The Cats Hotel.

After that connect with us today to talk to a participant of our cattery team. All male felines over the age of 6 months should be castrated; this is to lower tension degrees among other boarding felines. Otherwise lately dealt with, appropriate medication will be provided and also treatment will certainly be offered at your expenditure.

With A Range Of Lodging We Can Cater For Private Pet Cats, Or Small Families.

Those advertisements you do see are predominantly from local companies advertising regional services. We are functioning safely and also will remain to supply take care of your family pets during the COVID-19 pandemic.

We treat our pet dogs as family members, which's exactly how we'll treat your own, too. Our indoor, fully heated areas are a few of the largest in the nation and also fulfill the highest well-being requirements. Your felines will certainly enjoy our huge home windows with a sight, climbing up trees, playthings, and also outside balconies. They are based in the ideal and also peaceful area of Sway in the New Forest, where birdsong loads the air and the landscapes is superb. With pet cats provided the choice of a fine eating menu and also a view via purpose-built glass doors and windows, Hotel Cat seems like the purr-fect holiday.

In the unlikely occasion of any type of severe troubles occurring then the responsibility veterinarian will constantly get on hand 24/7. If need be, unwell pet cats can be transferred to be hospitalised at our major centre at Taverham. Prior to their stay with us, your cat is checked over and also inoculation status is examined by a veterinarian for free to make certain they are fit and healthy.

Copyright © 2020 HOTEL CAT|Deluxe cattery Hampshire|Luxury Cat Hotel. Beautiful, well considered facility, with a cat tree and also a separate, warm bed location. My two fur infants Marcus as well as Charlie were well cared for by Ali. The service is reasonably priced and we would absolutely suggest leaving family pet dogs here.

Boarding Cattery Solutions

The Lodge High-end Cat Hotel, located on the borders of the country Lincolnshire town of Boston, is run by cat lovers, for cat lovers. Developed with comfort and also indulging in mind, The Lodge is dedicated to offering your cat the high-end it should have while you are away. The Lodge Luxury Cat Hotel is a Cattery located on the borders of the rural Lincolnshire community of Boston, is run by cat enthusiasts, for cat lovers. Feel free to search our internet site for even more details on our high-end Cattery.

I have tried various other brand names for many years however this has always had the best action from my own pet cats. Extremely suggest Clyde Valley Cat Hotel for anybody who desires their pet cats to have a home far from residence and get great deals of TLC. Lovely store cattery located in the breathtaking Clyde Valley, Lanarkshire. " Every guest who stays at Longcroft Romsey will certainly be treated as an individual and also we will hang out making sure their remain with us is as comfortable as feasible." Several of the other facilities the at the hotel consist of a gourmet menu, where pets can be pampered with salmon, poultry as well as shellfishes, along with grooming services as well as day-to-day play sessions.

Here are my top six choices of the very best cat hotels from around the globe. All felines should be totally vaccinated versus cat influenza as well as feline enteritis before admission.

We are happy to be able to provide a Cat Hotel as component of our Vet Healthcare Facility in Caterham. We have superb centers for your feline buddy which will guarantee that they have a relaxing break whilst you are away.

In between each collection are rounded windows on the wall that can be open up to produce an interconnecting suite for multi-cat family members. Mountain climbers, multi-level platforms as well as other enjoyable hidey-holes ensure every cat proprietor is obtaining the most effective feasible look after their much-loved mog.

Whether you are taking place holiday, relocating house or taking a break we can provide extravagant accommodation, a great dining menu alternative and a lot of love and interest for your cat. With a selection of the 'Luxury Hotel', the amazing 'Lodge' and also our incredible 'Tower' collections we have selections to satisfy all preferences and also needs.

" We have a special love for our fuzzy feline pals and can't wait to start conference and also learning more about our visitors. Dealing with a cat to an evening at the hotel's huge suite will set you back ₤ 18 per evening or ₤ 27 for 2. Longcroft Deluxe Cat Hotel Team now has 23 cat hotels in the UK, with the most recent addition being opened in New Barn Farm House, Discomforts Hillside, Lockerley. A NEW first-class cat hotel is set to have its grand opening in a village near Romsey. We are a family members of cat lovers with a lifetimes' experience of caring for pet cats.

I would certainly rate them 10 out of 10 and also would certainly not hesitate to suggest them to any individual. I would certainly advise the Cat Butler to any individual, including those with more difficult family pets to handle. They comprehend just what's needed and also are reassuring to pets as well as their owners. For a tiny additional charge, we will certainly also care for other household pets, such as birds, hamsters, rabbits, etc . Then he will possibly be much happier staying at home and also having a Cat Caretaker visit when you disappear than being boarded in a Cat Hotel.

[multiverseofimagines]

Hi sorry to bother you love, may I request a borhap/queen ship please? I’m 5’3, I have straight brown hair, dark brown eyes and well, let's say I don't like my body at all. Btw I love drawing, baking, listening to music (I'm a huge fan of Harry Styles and Queen of course). I’m a little bit shy, but once you get to know me I'm outgoing and fun to be around. I’m also very stubborn and emotional.

I ship you with

Joe and John

For Joe

You sat upon a park bench in New York city. Your sketch book laid upon your lap.

Your attention had been caught by a man who sat upon the grass. He was relaxing against a tree, scrolling through his phone. He was beautiful, and definitely worth sketching.

You had been so caught up in drawing that when you had looked up from the sheet, he was gone.

“ Is that me? “ You jumped at the voice, slamming your sketchbook closed as you did so. You turned to him, his eyes wide with gleam, a huge smile spread across his face.

You wanted to run away, your embarrassment taking over. But you just nodded slowly.

“ Sorry to frighten you, I just couldn’t help but notice you staring at me-“

“ Could I keep it?- the drawing?” He asked. You thought about it for a second, opening up your sketch book to look upon the drawing.

“ Yeah- sure. It’s not my best work though.” You shrugged, ripping the page out of the book.

“Well maybe you can draw me again- some other time.” He smiled down at you.

You flipped the page over, turning it slightly away from him, writing your phone number down.

You smiled before handing him the paper, “ Yeah, maybe I could draw you again- some other time.”

Extras

Adore you has to be your guises song, I’m sorry I don’t make the rules.

Your sketch book is literally just his face and body everywhere. He’s your main reference and the muse of your art.

Baking together ( especially around the holidays.) 

When he’s working on an acting project, you will constantly bring homemade cookies and cupcakes to set for the crew and cast.

Getting very annoyed with Joe’s quirks but loving them at the same time.

Joe loves to playfully tease you, especially when you are already annoyed.

Joe loves being by your side, he is your constant cheerleader and will be behind you through everything. Even when you are most defiantly over reacting, he is always there.

For John

You guys are one word; Wholesome.

At the time you had been taking over a managing position for John Reid, due to him being on tour with Elton whilst Queen was on a separate tour.

And though the guys had Paul along with them, John could tell that leaving Paul all alone with the four of them would raise hell. 

So there you were, on tour with the biggest rock band in the world, Queen. 

Every night was a new city as they embarked on a World Tour. And every night brought you the same issues. Brian had misplaced his toothbrush around four times. Roger had brought random girls with him onto the bus. Freddie demanded to stop off at every place possible to call the cats at extremely specific times.  John wanted toast, but the boys had used up all the bread. And Paul refused to help with most of it, as he also brought random men onto the bus.

On one of the days off, a very rare occurrence in their reality, you finally had time to pick up some groceries from the shoppe. The only issue was that almost all the boys had ditched out on you, except for one; John.

“ Why didn’t you go with them?” You asked, the two of you strolling the half empty shopping cart around the supermarket.

“ I have tried skiing more than once y/n. It is not my forte.” He laughed. You couldn’t help but let your heart swell as he did so.

“Why didn’t you ask Paul to do the shopping? You could have gone with them.”

“ Are you hearing yourself Deacon? Ask Paul? That’s like asking a wall to talk.” You sighed, “Plus I’m not super close with you guys, it would be a bit weird, yeah?”

There was a moment of silence before John turned to you, stopping in his tracks, “ What’s holding you back? From being close to us.”

“ I’m just- shy is all.” You admitted, avoiding eye contact from him. 

“ I understand all too well. I’m willing to be your friend though- if you let me that is.”

“ Of course.” You smiled back at him, finally giving in to his eyes. Beautiful eyes that you found hard not to pull away from.

Once you had gotten back from shopping, it felt like things had changed. You both had a desire to talk to each other and build a common ground.

Through out the rest of the tour, you both had each others backs, especially being the shy ones out of the group.

Extras 

He was so smitten with you after the supermarket. I mean, he was also smitten with you beforehand as well. His entire reasoning to come with you was based around him liking you. Roger knew this from the moment John had said no to skiing. John had been skiing plenty of times, and quite enjoyed it whenever him and Roger had planned such a thing.

The guys teasing him quite constantly about his crush on you. 

Freddie coming up with elaborate ideas for John to tell you.

But he ends up telling you by accident due to an argument between the two of you. 

One night after one of their concerts, they decided to head down to a club. John practically dragged you along, despite your many complaints. 

While at the club a girl had come onto him. It had left you jealous, leaving you wondering if anything would ever happen between you two.

Instead of being happy for him, and dealing with it in a calm way, your emotions got way out of hand, leading you to start getting real close and personal with Roger. Of course that wasn’t going to end well, I mean, its Roger.

One thing led to another and John had left the  girl in a fit of drunken anger over what he was seeing unfold in front of him.

He pushed Roger to the ground, whilst spitting perhaps the nastiest of words to ever come from his mouth. 

“ You fucking man whore, what the Christ is wrong with you?”

You grabbed Deaky’s arm, holding him back from Roger so Freddie and Brian could help him up. After they had assisted Roger in standing up, they had guided him back to where they had parked the Bus.

You turned to Deaky, anger seeping out of your body language, before speed walking to meet the others back at the bus.

John had ran after you though, and once you both were outside, it was him who was holding your arm this time. Holding you back. 

“ What the fuck do you want John.” you pulled away from his grip staring up at him.

“ I’m sorry” he cried out to you. “ I can’t do this anymore y/n! I can’t keep pretending that I don’t love you. I can’t keep watching you from afar, as if you are forbidden to me. I try so hard to forget about it, to let it go but I just can’t.” Your eyes went wide at his words. You were confused as to why he was so torn to tell you, it wasn’t as if you were taken by anyone.

“ Then what is holding you back-” You choked out, your voice lowering to a whisper. His drunken tears had invoked your emotions to spiral.

You started to talk again, airing out how you had felt, “ It’s not like I’ve been taken Deaky! Do you know how hard it is for me to sit there and watch you with these random girls every night, only wanting to fuck you to have another Rock stars name on their bedpost- When I would give anything just to hold your hand and-” Your body went still, and your mind was numbed as John had grasped you in his grip again, this time desperate for your touch and closeness, as he planted a soft kiss upon your lips. 

Idk this was shit please forgive me, I’ve been so sick with the flu ahhh.

[celestialbunny]

I made a mood board for my OC because I’m depressed, bored, and tired.

I also extended her bio. It’s under the cut to spare my followers more of my trash

Name: Tiffa

Age: 20

Height: 5’2” (and HATES IT!)

Weight: 140 lbs.

Race: Human (Latina)

Likes: Moons and stars. Cats. Skulls. Salty food. Sweets.

Dislikes: Spicy food. Dogs. Sour candy. Early mornings. Exercise. Being talked down to.

Hobbies: Collecting anything with moons, stars, cats, or skulls. Reading fiction. Watching old movies. Writing. Drawing comics. Stargazing. Horoscopes. Styling her hair. Listening to lo-fi, chillhop, and vaporwave.

Tiffa is not some flowery, shy, quiet, or conservative kind of girl. She is talkative, boisterous, blunt, and proud of her curves. She is also very affectionate and sometimes doesn’t realize when someone doesn’t like to be touched. She just wants people to know that she likes them and they are important to her. She would do anything for her friends if within her limits. She’s quick to act in an emergency. Tiffa is caring, kind, and loves little kids. 

Tiffa was raised by a single mother along with her little brother. Her father cheated on her mother and so Tiffa has had a jaded perceptive of love. This has been an issue in her relationships as she feels she can never fully trust her SO’s. Her last boyfriend didn’t cheat on her but he constantly lied about where he was, who he was with, and where he spent his money. He was funny, which she likes in men, but his idea of romance was comparable to a schoolyard bully having a crush on a girl in the playground.

Tiffa would say her ideal man is full of confidence, charismatic, determined, reliable, and funny. She has a habit of falling for the villains as they check most of those boxes. Her favorites features are eyes, smiles, strong hands, and height. She likes to be petted lovingly, hand-holding, cuddling in the lap of the person she’s with, and singing along or people watching.   

Upon entering the Devildom, Tiffa is both shocked and amazed. The first thing she sees in Diavolo and she blushes madly. Meeting Lucifer sends her into a tailspin because he is like a combination of all her favorite fictional villains. Even when he threatens her she has to hide how turned on and scared she is but makes note of it in a pad she carries around with her. She decides to try her best for both Diavolo and Lucifer. She thinks Diavolo is admirable and sees him as a father figure. Tiffa wants to meet Lucifer’s approval but her curiosity hinders that at times.

Being put in Mammon’s care was like putting her in a demon version of her ex-boyfriend. She especially hates being referred to as just “human”. She looks forward to when she can go about the academy without him.

Levi first annoyed her as well but then she realized he was a lot like her little brother. She tried to give him the benefit of the doubt.

Beel is so tall and sweet that Tiffa has to keep herself from wanting to climb him like a tree. She decides to always keep sweets on her in case he is hungry.

Tiffa can constantly feel Asmo staring at her and while it’s creepy she decides to let him as long as he never puts his hands on her in a sexual way.

Memes have ruined Satan for her and at first, meeting him she literally yelled, “NOT TODAY SATAN!!” and nearly ran away. Hopefully, that changes with time.

After being instantly lied to by Belphie, Tiffa is extremely cautious around him. She never takes anything he says seriously. 

QUOTE: “Listen up, asshole! I don’t care if you are a demon! You can’t demand respect from me and not give me any! I have a name! I have a life! And I was given the right to be here!”