#Team Yowl Base

[bonefall]

speaking of the erins, you hear kate cary is stepping down?

I did! Honestly, I'll have to be real with you, I have no strong feelings about it.

While I've criticized certain statements of hers in the past (that bit about Tom the Wifebeater was a doozy), I don't know her personally. I also don't even know how much control she had, functionally. I don't feel like I have enough information to have a well-based opinion, here.

What sticks out most to be is the fact that... well, with Kate and Vicky gone, only Cherith remains and we've lost any small window we did have into the writing process.

It's been a long time since we'd just get casual information drops on places like Facebook or authorial chats, but with this, it feels like that era truly is dead. We will never again get another Su Susann's Missing Kits drop, or a letter to a fan that tosses up a name like "Skunkpaw," or the writers sharing their good and bad takes. Or anything else like that.

Dgmw it's understandable, and I can guess why that era ended (probably the Spottedleaf's Heart controversy, and the ukraine windclan thing). WC is charted by an unknown collective team, now, who generally keeps their anonymity well-guarded. It's probably for the best.

So... on the subject of Kate Cary stepping down, I thank her for the work she's done and hope her future pursuits are fulfilling! Without her, WC might not be here today. For all the yowling and growling I do, I wouldn't be putting so much effort into my various projects if I didn't profoundly love the series she helped to form.

[fire-bugged]

The mercs reaction to being handed a kitten!

Mercenaries Are Handed A Kitten

Scout

- He’s never been around cats before. Never had any as a kid, and the base isn’t exactly a great place to keep pets.

- But the moment that little ball of fluff starts purring in his arms, his heart is melting. It’s just so cute!

- He has never felt anything so soft before, and he can’t stop smiling. Ends up trapped on the couch when they fall asleep in his lap. He doesn’t want to move and accidentally scare the little guy away.

- Also finds out the hard way that he’s allergic to cats. Cannot stop sneezing after only five minutes of petting the kitten. Worth it.

Soldier

- For the most part, he’s indifferent about cats. They’re cute, but beyond that he doesn’t have much of an opinion of them.

- But when the kitten starts play-biting him, he has the biggest grin on his face. He didn’t know cats could be so ferocious!

- Soldier now has a new favorite cadet. He trained the cat to attack ankles and leap down from high places to claw people. The only problem is that they can’t distinguish between teams very well. No one is safe from the feline terror. He’s still trying to figure out how to fix that little issue, but he’s incredibly proud nonetheless.

- The cat also gets along very well with Lieutenant Bites and the other raccoons. Maybe a little too well… they’ve learned how to sneak out of the base and tend to come home smelling of sour cream and garbage. Frequent baths are a must.

Pyro

- Absolutely ECSTATIC! They’ve always wanted a cat!

- They are immediately in love with the kitty. They spend SO much time getting cat supplies, alongside a ton of cute little cat toys, a cat tower, and a scratching post.

- Their cat is super chill. Completely unbothered by anything or anyone. Pyro uses this to their advantage to put the cat in cute little outfits sometimes. They have an entire cork board filled with photos of their cat in adorable costumes.

- The cat is allowed to freely wander the base, and Pyro loves to just follow them around and watch them do cat things. Whether it’s climbing up onto shelves, bathing itself, or just lounging in a sunbeam, Pyro enjoys hanging out with their cat.

Demoman

- When you hand him a kitten, he’s a bit hesitant at first. It’s far too dangerous to have a cat running around, the wee lad is going to be blown to smithereens!

- But to his surprise, the cat proves itself to be a fairly tough little guy. They’re able to stay out of trouble, mostly keeping to themselves and not getting into anything they shouldn’t. They’re also a skilled hunter, and single-handedly got rid of the base’s mouse problems.

- Demoman quickly took notice of how well the cat keeps rodents out of the base, and he gained a lot of respect for them. He’s a man who appreciates hard work.

- The cat is very food motivated. If anyone has food, they’ll follow them around yowling loudly until they’re given some table scraps. Demoman is the biggest sucker when it comes to this, and is the sole reason why the cat has gotten a bit fat. He can’t help it, they’re just so cute when they want something!

Heavy

- After being a mercenary for so long, there isn’t much that surprises Heavy anymore. However, he would be lying if he said he wasn’t expecting you to suddenly hand him a kitten out of nowhere.

- The little ball of fur fits perfectly in the palm of his hand. He knew cats were small, but this thing is absolutely tiny.

- Refuses to feed it kibble. Heavy’s philosophy is that if he wouldn’t want to eat it, the cat shouldn’t be expected to, either. The cat’s diet mostly consists of various cooked meats, instead.

- The cat ends up being the type to perch on his shoulders. Whether Heavy is spending time in the rec room with the others, reading, cleaning Sascha, the cat will always leap up onto his back and curl around his shoulders and neck. Heavy will always reach up to gently pet the cat before returning to whatever he was doing.

Engineer

- He’s always been a dog person, but he’s familiar with cats thanks to how often he came across barn cats back in Texas. So when he’s handed a kitten out of nowhere, he’s got a fairly good idea of how to care for it.

- The kitten is a bit timid at first, but with a bit of patience, gentle encouragement, and tasty cat treats, Engineer is able to get the little guy to come out of their shell.

- The cat is an absolute cuddle-bug. They love to sit on his lap while he writes out new blueprints for his buildings. They like to swat at his pencil while he’s trying to write.

- The cat also likes to lay on top of the dispensers around the base. It’s one of their favorite places to nap.

Medic

- Medic is a bird person, not a cat person. The moment he’s handed a kitten, he immediately becomes a bit nervous. He doesn’t mind cats, but he doesn’t want them anywhere near his birds.

- He’ll likely find a new home for the cat with one of his teammates. So long as the cat is kept far away from his surgical ward and private quarters, then he’s fine.

- He may be able to cheat death in countless ways, but he hates the thought of his doves getting hurt. He’s not going to take that chance.

Sniper

- When he’s initially handed the kitten, he has no idea what to do with it. He’s never had a cat before. The only pet he’s ever had was a Spotted Python he had as a kid.

- The cat is very timid at first, running and hiding whenever someone comes close. Sniper can’t help but sympathize with the poor thing. It’s clearly scared and doesn’t understand what’s going on.

- He starts trying to gain its trust by leaving food in places close to where it likes to hide, and keeps his distance from those places. He never tries to approach the cat, not wanting to scare it away. As time goes on, the cat eventually starts to realize that Sniper isn’t a threat, and becomes curious instead. Sometimes, it even creeps up to him and gives him a cautious sniff, only to immediately run away the moment Sniper notices it.

- Progress is slow, but eventually Sniper is able to pet the cat for the first time without them being scared. They even begin to purr, and Sniper cracks a smile at the sound. All it took was a little time and patience.

Spy

- He had a couple of cats in the past, and he loved them very dearly. He hasn’t had a cat in years, but the moment the little kitten is in his hands, he can’t help but immediately fall in love with it.

- He’ll pretend he didn’t and act annoyed about having to look after it. But when you come back a couple hours later to check on him, that cat is melting in his lap and purring louder than a chainsaw.

- Absolutely spoils this cat. Only the highest-quality wet foods for them, as well as the plushest of cat beds to sleep on. However, the cat still prefers to sleep in his lap. Good thing he keeps a lot of lint rollers handy.

- He is also allergic to cats. He does have medication to help with it, though, so it doesn’t bother him as much.

[kenhowler2004]

I just had an interesting thought in regards of NiGHTS, do you ever think NiGHTS was formed out of Wizeman's fear? Reala fears Wizeman's temper, like everything else was made to fear Wizeman, but NiGHTS? While they doubt their individual strength they're treated like a THREAT! Even considered dangerous enough to have a nightmaren version of the mythological being of Cerberus is barely able to stand a chance. Born to rebel against Wizeman because of a "bad soul"?

In terms of dreams and all that nightmares are created out of our subconscious trying to fight through our fears. If you take a moment to think of what is represented in the boss fights (as far as I'm aware as seen in JoD) they seem to be based on fears. Like Will's first boss in order to defeat them you have to score the ball-clown really high through three gates. But the main thing is almost like acrophobia combined with the idea of Sisyphus? And his next boss is based on turning invisible, like you don't matter kind of invisibility like he's afraid of not being seen. Then it ends on Cerberus, three separate dog heads that are being held together with chains. The fight could represent the fears of being held down by others. Putting all this together and considering his background the ball mechanics, not being seen, and the Cerberus' chains click into place. He fears not making the shot, his father not being able to see him, and his team dragging him down. Throughout the night NiGHTS helps him conquer these fears. Helen's seem to be a bit harder to figure out with a fish, a cat wizard, and a spider.

The spider at most can be just arachnophobia but the strings here between fears seem out of place almost, like she was blocking her own mind from getting to the bottom of it. Then I had to think of it in terms of WHAT they were. The fish is a giant deep sea fish, but more interestingly is that it looks like a knight in shining armor. It's weird then you look at the other two, the cat being a wizard and the spider being a queen (even in the theme it's claimed to be a ball). They're noblemen. If we recall Helen's opening she's from a pretty prestigious family by the looks of it, even down to her in-game attire being pretty fancy compared to Will. Suddenly it clicks better since Will was a little more straight forward than this and also explains something witnessed on the Will path (Helen has me in the fucking TRENCHES over one level). The pressure of everything is getting to her. Not just the concert but also her family reputation! Surprisingly from the little context clues we can tell she's a very well off person but as the social pressures dig in on her she's afraid of drowning in it, of her performance sounding like a bunch of screaming and yowling cats, and getting caught in a mess of a royal web. It eventually causes her to break as sudden and harshly as the heart. In the Will Bellebridge level we witness that breaking.

Yet all this time they had what was needed to break from their own darknesses. But Wizeman is the one who created these nightmarens, he's not afraid of any of them... right? In reality he fears that his creations will rebel against him often making them pledge loyalty (personas) and replacing souls. NiGHTS is kind and mischievous but he's also rebellious. Wizeman represents authority to both Will and Helen. But authority fears rebellion. If he creates fears, then how does one instill fear into authoritative people? Queue level 1 Nightmarens threats Reala (Manipulation, Blunt Strength, and Trickery) and NiGHTS (Rebellion, Mischief, and Free spiritedness). They're ranked so high to Wizeman because they're that high of a threat to Adults of Power and HIM. He actively made a flaw in Reala of him afraid of not getting enough praise. He had made them a long side each other to be sent as a pair, but NiGHTS' flaw is childishness. Wizeman must've thought this was originally a perfect flaw but this quickly blew up in his face. Now Wizeman must fight his of fear every night a visitor falls into NiGHTS' hands. And he always fails. Wizeman wakes up from his own fear every single time. The realm of nightmare is none other than his own. You can't kill a god, but a god who fears his own creation? That creates an almost minor god. A minor god that lives off of the outside help and trust that they generate.

If you can't tell I'm off my exhausted hypoglycemic mind again. This is just a long winded theory on a videogame about finding courage and trust in others. Venture well folks because my up til 1am self won't.

[capriciouswrites]

First Lines Meme

List the first lines of your last 20* stories. See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 authors!

*however many you wanna if you don't have that many

"tagged" by @carcrash429

The base that Jemma is placed on in Gotham is not one of the ones on her top five list. (rainy days can't bring me down)

Jason is catching his breath after the latest round of going toe to toe with his current trainer, downing water like they’re a shortage and eyeing her at the same time. (anywhere you are (is where i'll be))

When John first sees her he thinks that she must be enchanted. (like something grandpa used to read)

Natasha stretches out in the soft cool sheets, feeling her body ache pleasantly even as she becomes more aware of a few scratches she’ll probably want to treat before she goes to bed. (speaking as one)

The florescent light above his head is buzzing at a pitch just slightly different from the other ones in the restaurant and he’s about five minutes away from taking the gun he’s got in the harness at the small of his back and taking it out. (moons off my hammy)

Natasha continues to paint her toe nails. (like sunlight on the floor)

Natasha narrows her eyes and considers their new teammate.(team flippity floppity)

It’s goddamn embarrassing is what it is, getting grabbed in his civies. (schrödinger would have a lot to say about this)

Natasha was just finishing up the case for Mrs. Stark, putting the last photos together to give the woman the proof that her husband had been not only two-timing her but also two-timing his investors, when the door to the outer office opened. (walking on (brimstone))

Joyce hears the door open and then close again. (i can (almost) see the light)

Roy blows a bubble and pops it, specifically to be obnoxious.(spinning through space)

It comes out of nowhere, a black blur and a yowl and she’s got her gun in hand without thinking about it — Frank has been making her spend more time at the gun range than she’d like, but it sure as shit pays off — before she realizes it’s a cat. (show cat crime syndicate)

Jason kneads the dough, pinching it a little to check the elasticity before going back to working it. (what will you do when the war is over, tender comrade?)

“Huh,” Jason says, eyes fixed on the iridescent glowing dome that’s completely covering a section of the dockyard. (demons drinking water)

Tim already has the tools set aside when he drags Jason back to their bed, but he waits to mention it until he’s got Jason worked open and writhing on his cock. (angels drinking kegs)

It’s a half formed thought the first time Slade stays long enough after fucking for Jason to watch the bruises he left fade from purple to green to yellow to nothing. (c'mon baby can you bleed like me (you should see my scars))

After everything — after they’ve all gone to Beacon Hills to find out who had become the Alpha after Laura’s death, after they’ve found a half insane Peter and a pack made up of confused teenagers, bitten either against their will or with little to no explanation, after they’ve talked down the hunters and finally gotten justice for the murder of the Hales, and after Dick has stayed to help Peter (or harm Peter, if he has to) — Jason finds Derek on the roof of his apartment building, drenched with rain. (so confident (you're full of shit))

The sound of her bedroom door slamming open propels Natasha out of sleep abruptly. (the kick is so divine)

Jason rests his head against the back of the chair, eyes staring blankly up at the ceiling where the slants of headlights through the blinds make stripes appear and disappear in an inconsistent but persistent dance.  (i tell you (something))

Jason stays relaxed in the chair as he waits for the field leader to show up. (all the secrets of our mountain (all the riches buried there))

Patterns: I seem to like to make sure you know who the POV character is immediately. I think generally I try to start in the middle of things, and usually with action, but I don't always succeed at that goal. Also jesus some of my sentences are *so long* wow.

Favorite: I think my favorite is either 5 (fun with no name) or 11 (short but tells a lot!) 8 is also fun though. I don't know, I like a lot of my writing man.

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[hippolotamus]

Fuck it Friday 🖤

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It's late but it's still Friday somewhere and I put too much effort in to not post this. Please enjoy a long snippet of The Darkest Fairytale (aka cat!buck/witch!eddie). Prev snippet here. Putting it under the cut because there's some mild description of mishandling Buck while he's in cat form. For reference Buck and Eddie are both teenagers here.

Evan is- well, he’s a lot of things right now. Scared. Confused. Pissed off. Cornered. 

Maddie isn’t around, their parents are worse than ever and, to top it all off, he’s stuck as a goddamn cat. It’s something that’s happened a few times now. The thing is he has no idea how it happens or what exactly it is he does to become human again. All he knows is that one minute he’s Evan and the next he’s got four legs, paws, fur and a tail. And all he can do is helplessly meow or hiss because apparently nobody can understand him. Right now that’s a big fucking problem. 

Three teenage boys – he’s pretty sure he recognizes them from a rival high school’s football team – are crowding around him, backing him into a clump of bushes and trees. He had just been out for a walk, trying to blow off some steam from the latest fight with his parents, and then he became this. Of course, they noticed.

One is wearing a backwards ballcap, another has a Steelers jersey, and the third one has a Zippo lighter he keeps flicking open and snapping shut. 

“It’s okay, kitty cat. We’re not gonna hurt you,” Jersey Kid says, lunging for Evan as if to prove that’s exactly what they’re planning to do. 

On instinct, Evan swats at him, successfully leaving a deep scratch on his forearm. 

“Dude! What the fuck!” Jersey Kid yells and nearly tries again, but Ballcap stops him. 

“You can’t go being an asshole about it, dumbass.” 

Ballcap leans down, reaching out for Evan. He really should have seen it coming. Unfortunately, Evan is so focused on Ballcap he misses the fact that Lighter Kid is behind him, ready to grab him the moment he’s backed up far enough. 

Evan hisses and growls, flailing his body in an attempt to break free. He thinks he manages to claw at Lighter Kid’s face. Despite his efforts he suddenly finds himself in the dark. Evan stops long enough to realize he’s in a bag of some kind. Maybe a backpack? One of the kids must have had it on them and he never noticed. 

Bile rises in his throat and he’s angrier than before. He lets out a throaty yowl and begins to thrash around again, determined to get away. 

“Christ, Jimmy, is it really worth it for a stupid cat?” One of them says.

“I told you. That’s not just a cat.”

“I don’t give a fuck if it’s god himself - OW! Fucking thing scratched me through my bag.” 

Good, Evan thinks. At least until the hit comes and he’s knocked to the bottom of the pack. 

“Knock it the fuck off.”

He’s going to get out of here. If he has to wait until they open the bag so he can dart off, so be it, but he’s getting the fuck away from them. 

“Hey!” 

A new voice, another boy not part of the original group. Evan makes himself as small as possible, hoping this person won’t catch on that he’s there. 

“You got some kinda animal in there?” Shit.

“What the fuck do you care?” Backpack kid sneers. “It’s none of your business.”

“Well,” New Guy says, “It kinda is based on the way you just elbowed that bag. Pretty sure no one does that and says ‘knock it the fuck off’ to a textbook.”

Backpack kid makes some kind of offended sound, and there’s muffled offerings from the other two. It feels like they’re moving again, but that doesn’t last long before the bag slams into his back and they come to a stop. After that everything becomes a bit of a blur. 

Evan can’t help the surprised yowl that escapes when the bag gets thrown to the ground. At least that’s where he hopes he is. Outside there’s what sounds like shoving, grunting and cursing. Evan scratches frantically at the zipper line hoping to escape while everyone is distracted. It’s not budging though. Distantly he thinks he hears more yelling, but then everything falls silent except for the sound of footsteps approaching. 

“Hey there.” New Guy’s voice is soothing. There’s no hint of malice like the others. Still, Evan isn’t entirely sure he can trust him and prepares to bolt when he has the chance. 

A thin stream of light shines in, growing wider as the zipper opens. He watches the gap increase until he’s certain there’s enough clearance. Evan wants to quickly get as far away as possible, but not before making sure New Guy knows not to mess with him. He wriggles through the opening right into New Guy’s hands. 

Evan squirms and bites. Hard. New Guy tenses but doesn’t fight Evan. He simply deposits him gently in the grass. 

“It’s okay little one. You’re safe now.” 

New Guy has tan skin, dark brown hair that falls forward over his forehead, and eyes the color of a Hershey bar. He smiles at Evan and tentatively holds his hand out as an offering. He smells like sunshine and evergreens.

“I’ll bet someone’s missing you.”

I highly doubt it. 

“Oh.” New Guy abruptly pulls his hand away. “You talk.” 

You- understand me?

“Yeah. I, uh, well. I’m a witch and you’re a familiar, right? Am I not supposed to understand you?” 

Evan’s heard of familiars, but he’s not- that’s not what he is. He didn’t have the slightest inkling he even had any magick until recently. 

I think you’ve got it wrong. Whatever you think I am, I’m not. 

New Guy scrunches his brows for a moment before offering a soft smile and extending his hand again. “I’m Eddie by the way. I didn’t realize you were- or I guess you’re not. Either way I should have maybe introduced myself earlier.”

[sparkykitsune]

Skit drabble I wanted to make for my AU, kinda headcanon based (don't think it's lengthy enough to be posted on AO3, but I might make an extended version on there eventually)

The Team Star bosses are holding a meeting at a tent in the Segin Squad base. Currently, Ortega is the only one who's not present, and it appears that the puppy was running late until someone opened up the tent.

"Sorry!" Ortega interrupted, as he entered the tent, dripping wet from the rain. "Hope I didn't miss too much!"

"Ortie, there you are! We were worried about you!" Eri sighed in relief.

"You didn't miss much. We barely even started." Mela informed.

"Bleah, it was cold out there." Ortega cringed as he looked down at himself.

Then without warning, Ortega viciously shook himself dry (well more damp than dry), causing water to be flung everywhere inside the tent and all of the other bosses to react.

"Meow!" Atticus yowled, leaping into the air and then proceeding to land on all fours.

Giacomo and Eri recoiled back, with the former carefully shaking his own coat dry, and causing the latter to cover her face to avoid smudging up her face paint.

"Hey, watch it!" Mela snarled. "Ewwww... I hate getting wet..."

"At least thee can shake yourself dry, can thee?" Atticus reminded the fennec. "I can't really..."

"Whoops, sorry! My bad~" Ortega sassily apologized. "Guess you didn't expect a small puppy to make such a mess, hehe."

"Well, I suppose we're all here now and we can continue on." Giacomo insisted.

[nerdofspades]

The Justice League arrived too late.

That was the only thing any of them were thinking when they found the site. No movement, no noise beyond the crackling flames. "No heartbeat," Superman had declared, somewhar unnecessarily. It would have been hard to believe anyone was still alive with the gore and viscera and pieces scattered across the still burning rubble.

There would be no search for survivors, only answers.

And answers were hard to come by. Whatever had done this had been thorough. Papers were shredded and burned. Computers had been torn into more pieces than the victims of the attack.

And the victims. They were killed and torn apart with as much gruesome intent as everything else that had been in the building. The largest pieces they could find were legs separated from the other half. Only a rare patch of fabric unstained by soot and gore revealed the white they used to wear.

Even the locals in the nearest town weren't helpful. Very few would even acknowledge the League members sent to canvas and gather any information. And even those wouldn't say anything once they found out it was about the building just outside of town. "I've got nothing to do with all that," was the most anyone would ever say before scurrying off to their business.

The only thing the could find was a badge. Beaten, torn, slightly singed. But somehow, still legible. It had belonged to Agent Keneth Burton of the Ghost Investigation Ward.

A lead, however thin.

(Keneth Burton was a loner. No partner on record. Apparently lived on base. Hadn't spoken to his parents or older brother in a decade. No one to miss him outside of his coworkers who died fighting alongside him. No personal effects to tell his story.)

But still a lead. While some League members worked to put out the fire that never seemed to waver no matter what they did, Batman left to try and learn more about this Ghost Investigation Ward. And if they really were studying ghosts... then it was time to hand over the scene to the mages in Justice League Dark.

The Dark Team weren't able to tell them much. It was more than they had before, but it still wasn't much.

The long and short of it? This group had definitely found ghosts. And a lot of them. There were too many powerful overlapping signatures to make out anything specific, but the area was coated in anger and pain.

(They assumed the pain was the agents, which wasn't wrong. Technically. It wasn't even the important part.)

The anger was, apparently, so think and potent that it almost completely covered everything else. And was the reason the fires wouldn't go out. Even after the Leage managed to tamp them down, the embers still refused to cool.

And then another alert came in.

It was only a few states over. Only a quick jump to get there. When they arrived, the site was almost a perfect mirror to the one they'd left. Rubble and fire and blood. Torn limbs scattered.

But it wasn't over yet.

The figure, all teeth and claws and anger, floated slightly above a cowering agent in a dirtied white suit.

(A Realms' Spirit, Constantine would later identify. Extremely powerful, highly territorial. Coming from chaotic place where the strong throw their weight around and the weak grovel and hope to be left alone. Smarter than the GIW ever gave them credit for.)

The shift in the air as they arrived alerted the figure to their presence. It (he?) snapped up to look at them, barring its teeth in a snarl as its hand tightened its hold on the agent's suit.

The agent took the moment of distraction. He was apparently still armed, lashing out and firing a shot at point blank range into the creature's side.

The creature yowled and pulled away, glaring down at the agent, hands glowing with a blue light.

Zatanna acted fast, casting a quick spell to pull the agent towards them, just in time for a blast of ice to coat the ground in jagged, lethal spikes where the agent had been.

Others launched off spells of their own. Attempted bindings or trackers or outright attacks.

With a snarl the creature threw up a shield of ice, seemingly deflecting or severing the spells.

And then he was gone.

But now they had a witness. A survivor. If they could get him to medical treatment fast enough.

The chase was on.

Desperate Villain Danny AU

(this is a 17 yr old danny)

It started out slowly.

First, a few of Danny's less active Rouges stopped showing up at all. He didn't really notice, and just assumed that they had finally had their Fill of their Obsession for a while and would simmer down for a bit.

Then, some more of his Rouges stopped showing up. No big deal, but he is getting a little concerned for them. They had definitely not had their fill of their Obsessions yet, why did they stop?

Then, the worst started happen. All of his actual Ghost Friends start to disappear. Ember, Kitty, Johnny, even Amorpho, they all start to not show up at all in the Living World.

He goes looking for them in Realms, but he can't find any of them whatsoever. He tries asking around, but everybody else noticed the disappearances much earlier than him and began to hide away from whatever was taking all of the strong Ghosts. He can't find anybody, and the ones he does find won't tell him anything (or don't know themselves)

It takes weeks of searching, but eventually he gets his answer.

The GIW show up in Amity again after a period of absolutely no activity. They have stepped up their operations HARD. Advanced Ghost Hunting Equipment, Much more Competent Agents, and most worrying of all, they seem to know that Phantom is friends with Sam, Tucker, and Danny Fenton.

The GIW comes to his house for a Meeting with his parents, where he overhears them offering his parents a position in their Organization as Head Scientists. While there they also manage to plant Bugs in Danny's room somehow. Although he finds them quickly enough and destroys them.

And then, one night during dinner while his parents are ranting about the GIWs Labs, they mention something that cinches it for Danny.

"And today we even got to Dissect one of the Spooks! It was that Mind Controlly one, you know the one with the blue firey hair stuff that sang a bunch! We're going back tomorrow to continue our Study, this time we'll see how long it'll pretend to experience pain before it decides to give up on tricking us!"

That night, Danny packed up all his things, destroyed the Ghost Portal alongside everything else in his parents Lab, and left his house.

He tracked down the GIW Base, saved Ember from her Cell, and decimated the surrounding Area. No survivors, none of the research is preserved, and he left the Site Director alive to question him.

Turns out, the GIW had managed to Reverse Engineer the Ghost Portal from that brief period of time where they had taken control of Fenton Works. They had been using their own Portal to kidnap any Ghost they could get their hands on. Using the research from those subjects, they perfected their Ghost Hunting Tech and started going after the bigger fish.

"But good luck finding it, Ecto Scum! The Portals location was hidden to everybody, even me!" He said.

"Where are the others!" Danny cried. He was losing control of his appearance by this point. After seeing what they had done to Ember, he was too angry to maintain his Humanoid Form successfully. Even now, with most of his control, he could hear the Static in the air around him, and see the Glitching of his hands as they clenched this Monsters clothes.

"Scattered!" He said with a crazed laugh, "We knew we couldn't contain all of them, so we send them to all of our sites across the Country! You'll never find them!"

Without another word, Danny plowed his arm through the man's chest.

He turned around, picking up Embers weakened Body, before beginning his long flight to Wisconsin. Vlad still owed him a few Favors after all, and honestly his mentorship offers seemed VERY Tempting right now.

(Why reject him if you don't care about keeping your dad alive anymore?)

...

The JLA had recently received a distress signal from somewhere in the middle of some random Forest in Illinois, but when they got to the location, all they found was a crater filled with the ruins of some kind of Military Base, and so so many Bodies.

They had managed to figure out that this was a Government Site owned by an organization called the GIW. A Paranormal Investigation Wing of the Government focused on the study and capture of Supernatural Beings called Ecto-Entities, otherwise referred to as Ghosts.

As it turns out, an Ecto-Entity that had been terrorizing the local town for a few years now had made a drastic change in normal behavior and had attacked the GIW Base that had been posted there.

They would have destroyed it years ago, but this one was unnaturally powerful. It had eluded their capture and terrorized the Town for years, but they had too much pride to contact the JLA and admit that they needed help. And honestly until now, they didn't really need it. The Entity had been entirely confined to the singular town, and had not strayed from that behavioral Pattern in the 3 years since it's inital sighting. They had made the difficult choice to leave it there, sacrificing one town in exchange for the rest of the country.

But now they did need their help. This Entity, this Phantom, was one of the most powerful beings that had ever recorded, maybe even The Most Powerful. The fact that it had left the Secluded town it usually frequented meant that it was loose to wreak havoc across the rest of the world.

The JLA Needed to Find this thing, and Fast.

[lewistoferrari]

sergeant whiskers [part three] pairing: simon riley x gn!reader summary: whiskey goes missing (not really) part two | masterlist

“simon, i can’t find whiskey.”

simon is on his feet and ducking out of the room the moment he hears the panic in your voice. “where did you last see her?” he asks into the phone. he’s hoping the calmness in his tone will help ease your anxiety.

it doesn’t. he has no idea that you’ve gotten yourself worked up a long time ago, and the only thing that’ll work is locating sergeant whiskers.

“she was in the kitchen with me earlier when i gave her some fresh water and fixed myself a snack,” he hears you explain. your voice is full of worry as you try to remember where your baby was before you lost sight of her.

“and after that?” he asks softly.

“living room, but then i don’t know where she went after that.” there’s silence on the other end, then he hears you sigh and say, “i can’t believe i lost her.”

simon coos at you, hoping you’ll settle. “you didn’t lose her. she’s just hidin’, sweetheart.”

he thinks sarge is probably watching you lose your mind over her disappearance.

“but she’s so small and i’ve looked everywhere!”

simon leans against the wall just outside of the room where his team is in the middle of a debrief. he really wishes he was home with you and the cat instead. unfortunately, he’ll be stuck on base for the rest of the week. so he gives you a list of sergeant whiskers’ possible hiding spots, to which you tell him you’ve already searched those places.

“check again, love. she’s in there somewhere. if she’d snuck outside, you would know.”

she would have been yowling and scratching at the door immediately after her escape. the little rascal hates the outdoors.

simon listens in amusement as you huff, but you do as you’re told. you apologize for calling him while he’s at work, but he just tells you that it’s okay. simon gives you a soft i love you and bids you farewell after you promise to text him when whiskey is found.

back at home, you’re still riddled with worry. you haven’t seen your little furball since she attacked your feet while you were lounging on the couch. you’d searched all over the house, but she was nowhere to be found. and if it wasn’t for simon, you’d still be panicking right now.

you sat your phone down on the counter with a sigh, before leaving the kitchen in search of the cat. you check every inch of the house, calling out to sergeant whiskers as you went. she wasn’t in your office, and nor was she in the sun room. you check the closets and the spare bedroom you’ve been using for storage, but come up with nothing.

you make your way upstairs to search the guest bedroom. you get down on your knees to look under the bed. no whiskey, but you do find one of her favorite noisy balls.

when you enter your bedroom, you give the ball an experimental shake, before shaking it with a purpose and belting out the cat’s name. and it’s like a siren’s call when you hear a soft meow coming from the closet. your eyebrows shoot up at the sound in disbelief because there is absolutely no way she’s been in simon’s closet this entire time and you didn’t know. that was one of the very first places you’d checked.

with an exasperated huff, you inch towards the closet and flick the light on just to see sergeant whiskers crawling from where she’d been tucked in the corner of the closet behind simon’s shoes.

“whiskey!” you gasp, while watching her stretch as she sinks her claws into the carpet.

big green eyes shift from the ball in your hand and up to you. sergeant whiskers gives you another soft meow and a slow blink, before you move to scoop her up into your arms, the ball completely forgotten as it slips from your hand and hits the floor. you hold the cat away from your body with your brows raised. “i’ve been looking all over for you, little girl!”

she makes a noise as if to say ‘really?’, before she starts purring.

“you had me worried sick, you know. i even called daddy in a panic while he was at work,” you say softly as you carry her out of the closet and over to the bed, where you set her down before getting comfortable yourself.

sergeant whiskers let out a cute little chitter, before she rubbing up against your side affectionately, her tail thumping softly against your body. you laugh at the way she goes limp when you stroke a hand down her spine. she presses her wet nose against your hand when you draw back a little.

“i’ll give you more love later. it’s time for dinner, baby.”

you snort when she doesn’t acknowledge you at all. she hops right off the bed and prances out of the room. there is no doubt in your mind about where the little furball is off to. one mention of food and she’s not even worried about you anymore.

after you feed sergeant whiskers, you get yourself fed and text simon like you promised. you do your usual routine of washing the dishes and finding something on the tv for you and the cat to watch. you pick her favorite wildlife channel of course.

the memory of sergeant whiskers’ very first interaction with the tv was comical. at the time, you thought simon was going to have a heart attack when the cat climbed onto the tv stand and started batting her paw at a bird she saw on the screen.

“she’s just curious, si.” you’d told him, while stifling your laughter when he started hissing for the cat to get off of his precious tv. you’d laughed outright when she paid him no mind.

simon had grumbled of course. but he relaxed eventually, when the cat hopped down and sat on the floor in front of the tv, her big green eyes staring at the screen in wonder.

sergeant whiskers became a big fan of nature and wildlife channels fairly quickly. simon had been surprised one day when he slipped out of the room, then came back to see the cat still watching tv in the same spot he’d left her in.

you shift your gaze to the cat from where she lay next to you on the couch, and sure enough, the tv has her undivided attention. she doesn’t even react when you reach out to gently poke her in the side.

“you’re just like daddy when he watches his sports,” you mutter, before turning towards the tv.

after your mention of simon, your mind drifts. you wonder how your husband is faring without you and sergeant whiskers.

you don’t have to wonder long though. the week goes by quickly. you keep yourself occupied by doing errands and working in the garden. you also work on coaxing the cat out into the backyard. sergeant whiskers wasn’t having any of it though. so you don’t even put up a fuss when she chooses to sit at the door instead.

simon comes home sunday afternoon. he’s barely in the door when the cat attaches herself to him. she’s meowing loudly and circling his legs when you reach the foyer.

“how are my sweethearts doin’?” your husband croons as soon as he sees you.

you bend down to pick the cat up so simon can pull both of you into his arms. he presses a kiss to your forehead, then shares a nuzzle with sergeant whiskers, before he sets her down onto the floor.

“we’re fine. we’ve missed you, si,” you reply, a pretty smile gracing your lips when simon grins.

“oh yeah? how much?” amber eyes drink you in while he slides his big hands over your hips.

you let out a breathless laugh when he tugs you closer and dips his head, gasping when his soft lips presses against yours. the kiss makes you a little dizzy.

“missed you,” simon murmurs softly before pressing his forehead against yours. “couldn’t wait to get home.”

the moment ends when the cat lets out a soft yowl, making both of you look down at her. she stares up at the both of you innocently, but you know she just wants your attention.

she meows softly, then purrs when you pick her back up and cradle her little furry body in your arms.

“heard you’d gone missin’,” simon tells her with a look of amusement, while he scratches her behind the ears. “you never told me how you found her.”

“i shook one of the balls i found,” you explain dryly, before rolling your eyes when he laughs.

“well that’s one way to do it, love.”

-

a/n: sorry for the abrupt ending, this was barely edited. hope you enjoyed it

[byneddiedingo]

Elyse Knox in I Wouldn't Be in Your Shoes (William Nigh, 1948)

Cast: Don Castle, Elyse Knox, Regis Toomey, Charles D. Brown, Rory Mallinson, Robert Lowell, Bill Kennedy. Screenplay: Steve Fisher, based on a story by Cornell Wooolrich. Cinematography: Mack Stengler. Art direction: Dave Milton. Film editing: Roy V. Livingston, Otho Lovering. 

I Wouldn't Be in Your Shoes is a tidy, by-the-numbers Wrong Man thriller with an eleventh-hour climax -- in short, the kind of drama that would become standard on television a few years after it was released. Tom (Don Castle) and Ann (Elyse Knox) are a young dance team getting by between bookings on Ann's pay (and tips) as an instructor in a dance hall. One night, Tom flings his shoes out the window at a yowling cat. That same night, an elderly miser in their neighborhood is murdered and robbed. Tom's shoes become an important clue in the search for the killer, leading to his conviction for murder and imprisonment on Death Row. His only hope lies in Ann's attempt to persuade the police detective, Clint Judd (Regis Toomey), with whom she has flirted at the dance hall, to find the real killer. The movie was made by Poverty Row studio Monogram, so there's nothing fancy about it. The stars are low-wattage: Castle had been a bit player at Paramount before World War II, and had trouble restarting his career after being drafted and serving in the Army Air Force. Knox was a former model whose career never quite took off before she was signed by Monogram to play the girlfriend of Joe Palooka in a series of movies based on the comic strip hero; she married football player Tom Harmon and became the mother of Mark Harmon. Regis Toomey was probably the best-known member of the cast, with an IMDb list of 273 credits, stretching from 1929 to 1985, mostly in character roles. Director William Nigh started as an actor, but turned director in 1914, working steadily for B-movie factories like Monogram. I Wouldn't Be in Your Shoes was his next-to-last feature. Mostly a straightforward movie, it does try a little too hard in a montage in which Tom, counting the hours until he goes to the chair, is haunted by echoes of the word "shoes." It comes off, unfortunately, as a little silly. Otherwise, it's solid, unpretentious, and modestly entertaining.

[lovestuckyhatemarvel]

My bastard boy cat was a bastard child to my old lady cat and just kneaded a blanket while yowling as if he’s the one who was put upon. Anyway, here’s Stranger Things Season 4 Episode 6. Let’s see what’s dumber: the show or my cat.

1.) Patrick’s corpse looks too goofy for me to feel bad for Jason right now.

2.) “Eddie is a vessel for Satan.” Lmao this was a dude who like last episode swore he didn’t believe in the Supernatural. Not to tell him his business but I would not be jumping to Satan even when I was a kid who believed in that shit.

3.) Also, maybe the cops should be worried about a teenager who already hunted down Eddie once when he’s being like ‘EDDIE IS A VESSEL FOR THE DEVIL’. Like I’m gonna be real with you, small town cops will put you in psych ward against your will for less.

4.) I need everyone to understand that even though America’s military fucking LOVES torture, torture does not work. It does not work. It will get you a false confession long before it will get you a real one. Part of the problem though is that media fucking looooooooves torture. Like this isn’t bullshit ‘media makes you violent’ nonsense. Congress literally cited the show 24 during talks about whether torture works. Because it always worked in the fictional bullshit garbage TV show 24.

5.) The shot of El walking down a hall with a team behind her while Brenner talks about how she had a LITERAL STROKE is hilarious.

6.) To be clear, you do not repair broken or dead connections in your brain. Once those are dead, they’re dead forever. They do not come back. You create NEW routes.

7.) Can we talk about how Kali has not been mentioned once? Did the Duffers forget she exists? Like Brenner sucks but he’s not an idiot, so he should be aware that someone is killing people from the fucking place.

8.) Sneaky Eddie steals a walkie with his tongue out.

9.) I love that Robin talked about Eddie’s doe eyes.

10.) The cops releasing Eddie’s name and photo as a ‘person of interest’ in this town based on Jason’s stupid testimony that sounds insane is B-B-B-Bonkers.

11.) Poor Eddie is like, very close to a breakdown and I do not blame him.

12.) Why can’t they just tell Argyle that Suzie’s family is Mormon.

13.) Okay no one ever mentions people are being bonkers in Suzie’s house. Also there are so many kids.

14.) Argyle has a mega crush on Eden that people also never mention.

15.) I’m glad Joyce and Murray survived their plane crash but how did they do that with zero injuries.

16.) Oh, the traitor is still alive too.

17.) I will say that leaving someone in the middle of nowhere tied to a tree is actually killing him. Lmao Like not to get into ridiculous semantics, but just because it wasn’t directly 100% by your hands doesn’t not make it murder.

18.) Yuri decides to help them though because the show can’t actually have either of them do anything terrible.

19.) Oh Antonov is like, catholic or some shit.

20.) What is with this feast?

21.) Hopper was doing SOMETHING on the floor during this rando telling people about upside down monsters.

22.) Hopper was the first dude to figure out the last meal shit????

23.) has anyone edited this plinking scene with El to put a horse into it?

24.) Brenner saying One didn’t exist is hilarious. Like, no kids, we just started at 2 for funsies. Like maybe just say he died or something.

25.) Oh now they finally mention Kali, but still no mention or attempt from anyone actually in charge. Just a memory of a mention.

26.) “We should have just told her the truth”. Sirs, I don’t think you actually know the truth.

27.) When exactly did Steve practically invent Skull Rock as a make out spot?

28.) Lucas is so goddamn sweet.

29.) Why would Robin of all people hint that Nancy and Steve should get back together???????

30.) Robin and Nancy are cute.

31.) Dustin’s dads calling him a butthead is great.

32.) this town hall is bullshit.

33.) Oh god, Jason and his stupid crew. I hate his stupid face. Also suddenly he’s not giving details. Probably because no one would actually believe him. Why doesn’t he just say ‘vessel for Satan’?

34.) Oh suddenly some of the people in the crowd realize their kids are accused cult members.

35.) Jason I wanna beat you silly.

36.) WHY THE FUCK HAS NO ONE CUT HIS MIC? WHY HAS NO ONE ARRESTED HIM FOR ATTEMPTING TO INCITE A GODDAMN RIOT?

37.) Jesus Christ, Powell, you are 5 minutes late and a dollar short.

38.) why are they lying to Susie oh my god.

39.) I love Eden.

40.) Karen, don’t call the cops, oh my god.

41.) “The thing I do now, apparently. I ran.” This implies that this is a new development for Eddie.

42.) Dustin’s gate reveal.

43.) Steve pointing out they can’t put Eddie in danger via a walk in the words.

44.) I’m gonna be real with you, technically Eddie’s statement is nonsense since the Shire isn’t burning into after everyone gets back from Mordor.

45.) IDK who needs to hear this but putting extra black people in the show just for most of them to be background or killed is like, not actually representation.

46.) It’s actually kind of nonsense that Henry is so obsessed with El in the past.

47.) Yuri has a point. He doesn’t need to need to do anything to them at this point. Either they succeed or they die.

48.) Ohhhhhhh Murray is now Yuri and Yuri is now Murray. That’s smart. Maybe. If they’d actually established that no one knows what Yuri looks like, which they didn’t do that first.

49.) Antonov is kind of right about hope. Also, people can absolutely defeat a demogorgon. Hopper should know that. So man I hope this is a distraction or something, because damn, otherwise what are you doing?

50.) Oh Hopper and Antonov got taken out.

51.) I also don’t know how they got a demogorgon here.

52.) Oh, Hopper did have a plan. Good job, bud.

53.) Okay I know what the internet is and I know how I got access to it in the 90s, but I just realized I don’t know how Suzie’s household has it in the 80s.

54.) Oh, Eden and Argyle were getting high.

55.) Maybe one of you two cops could have actually done something about Jason before he became a riot inducer. Maybe when he accused Eddie of being an agent of Satan.

56.) Robin would put Nancy in charge.

57.) “Miss you already.” Robin, you’re the queen of my heart.

58.) What’s with the bully group of kids?

59.) For real why do these kids fucking hate El?

60.) El literally does not know what happened?

61.) Nancy watching Steve and Robin watching Nancy and Eddie watching Steve. Also, Max approves of Steve’s chest hair, almost guaranteed.

62.) Merman Steve Harrington. He can hold his breath for at least a minute.

63.) Max distracting the cops.

64.) damn he really does get just yanked across the ground.

65.) Nancy jumps in. Dustin gets caught by the cops. Robin follows. Eddie calls it stupid and then follows seconds after.

66.) Steve’s first time in the upside down. And he gets to fight mutant bats with an oar and immediately get his ass kicked as he’s strangled. There was like, definitely a version of this where he died.

[time-for-an-encore]

A rather gloomy-looking spot for an exploration team, but it’s home. Or at least it will be. Team Yowl’s still gotta pay for the damages caused to the guild so they’re staying there for the time being, though little Chief is already there and happy to mess around with the mailbox.  In the gloom and doom of this place, it’ll be sure to gain only serious business which is something Sabi hoped for when she looked into it. She can only hope she and Rags don’t make any more messes at the guild.

[let-me-take-your-soul]

So Arachne is a spider, yes?

And did you know spiders don't like peppermint?

So does Arachne not like peppermint?

I like to imagine an au where Kid did research on spiders before the arachne battle, and when the aprtoi come face to face with her, he just whips out a spray bottle of peppermint extract and sprays it in her face.

She just like yowls and is like "NOOOOO YOU HENIOUS BRAT HOW DID YOU KNOOOOWW?"

And now the entire of spartoi + teachers are laughing their ass off as Arachne is curled up in a ball on the floor and Kid is dead-faced and completely serious as he repetitvely sprays down at her.

He has two more bottles locked and loaded.

This IS a fic request.

This request gave me a good giggle! I like the thought of witches sharing similar weaknesses to their familiars! Thank you! (Also this is one of the most lighthearted fics I've written for this fandom so far lol)

Kid taking down Arachne with the power of peppermint essential oils:

Kid was completely prepared for this moment. He had been researching witches in depth since he knew they were a threat. When he learned about Arachne and her organization Arachnophobia, he figured that finding ways to keep spiders away was going to be a smart idea. Planting peppermint around the academy and spraying every potential entryway with citrus was the start to ensure there weren’t spiders creeping in to spy on the academy for Arachne.

During his research on witches though, Kid also found that witches tend to carry a lot of the same traits and habits of their familiars. Figuring that there could be no harm by trying, Kid tucked away some peppermint sprays as he and the academy prepped themselves to ambush Arachnophobia’s headquarters. 

Infiltrating the base was rough, but Kid managed to keep a lot of their positions secured by repelling lingering spiders in the area with his DIY sprays. The long nights putting together concoctions to keep the academy secured and ignoring Liz and Patty’s jabs about him getting carried away with all of his “DIY Spider Repellant” videos was paying off. 

Each team split up to find each major villain in the base, and Kid was going to make sure that he was on the team to find Arachne. As his group ran through the halls, they came across a large set of doors. Slowly, the group pushed them open, only to be pulled in through the doors by first, their eyes traveled up a large web to see Arachne staring down at them.

They were face to face with her now- her eyes were mocking, as if they were all flies caught in a web.

“I must admit, you did a splendid job at avoiding my babies. How did you manage to keep them away from you?” she asked as she slowly lowered herself from her webbed throne.

The second she touched the ground, Kid lunged forward, lobbing a gas can full of his peppermint spray her way. Once the scent hit her nose, she froze up, her eyes watering, and her demeanor changing to one of panic and anger.

“So this is how you got here. By using cheap tricks to upset my spiders!” 

As the spray continued to swirl higher around her, she began coughing and finding a way to escape the cloud of minty fresh gas surrounding her.

Kid caught a glimpse of his teammates and teachers as he moved in further to continue bombarding Arachne with sprays until she gave in. Everyone seemed to be in a state of amused shock at the sight.

“Well, are you just going to stand there and wait for me to run out of this?” Kid calls out to them.

Luck was on the academy’s side as they all went in for the capture. Arachne was infuriated, her ego shot at being captured by something so simple. As she plotted her escape, she knew that a change would need to be made and also began the plans for a mask to keep out any scents that would throw her into coughing fits.

[eddieheart]

ADOPTED

(Part 2)

Fandom: Stranger Things

Pairings: Steve X Eddie

Words: 782

Description: It’s dnd night at the wheelers

Part 1:

Based on this post:

It's dnd night, normally it would be at the school but with some of the new team members having motor disabilities and Hawkins high's abhorrant lack of wheelchair ramps they had no other choice but to go to the Wheeler’s.

He's been trying to ignore it, the ache in his chest when he thought of his mother. The same stuck feeling he'd had when staring at the letter for all those years. He wasn't ready, she couldn't know who he really was.

Eddie was trying to look presentable enough, but still like himself. He wore his only clean shirt, a hellfire club one, a pair of dark blue jeans and signature jacket. He even sprayed on a few puffs of cheap cologne.

Taking a deep breath, he steadied himself and walked out the door. Hopping into his van he began his journey to the wheelers house. He could hear Steve's voice in the back of his head 'I'll be here holding your hand no matter what:"

As he approached the door, his vision started to spin. He was going to see his mother. Pulling up a hand he knocked gently on the large wooden door. It opened to reveal a perfectly preened blond woman with gorgeous brown eyes.

"Oh! You must be one of Mike's friends, they're down in the basement." He stared at her in shock, mouth agape.

He shook his head and tried made himself focus, but how could he when his eyes where echos of hers.

"Yes I am, Eddie."

"Eddie?" She trailed off obviously looking for a last name.

He couldn't say Munson, then she'd know. There weren't a lot of Edward Munson's in Indiana. He stuttered for a moment before something came to mind.

"Eddie Mu- Muuuuuason, Eddie Mason." He straightened himself up and nodded.

She stepped aside and let the boy inside. His head was spinning as he walked down into the basement. Heart climbing up his throat as he got farther and farther down.

The group called out to him cheerfully as he got closer. Plastering a fake smile onto his face he sat next to the kids, Dustin on one side, Mike on the other, Lucas, Max, El and Will across from him.

"So I made the campaign, it took me like weeks though, I'm really exited everyone is here. Including the one and only Eddie the Bard." Mike said in a cheery tone.

“Banished.” Dustin chimed in cheerfully.

Eddie noticed Will watching the older boy, he knew that look. It's the same one he shared with Steve. His stomach churned, he'd always wished for a brother. Maybe it wouldn't change anything, maybe they could still be friends.

Glancing over to his side he saw a collection of children’s toys by a blanket Fort. They’d all obviously been well loved, some had marker scribbled on their faces, some stuffed animals had limbs carefully sewn back together.

They reminded him of his childhood stuffed animal, Mr. Sprinkles. He wasn’t really a stuffed animal, he was a stray that roamed the trailer park that seemed to like Eddie the best. It had yowled wildly when anyone else even thought of touch it.

Maybe Mike had a childhood pet, probably a small dog or a small white cat that was constantly pristine or something. Eddie hadn’t had a lot of toys as a kid, they could barely afford clothes let alone toys. But Wayne had always stretched every penny, he’d made sure Eddie was well taken care of and happy.

He couldn't do this. Standing up quickly, he turned to face the group.

"I'm sorry guys, I'm not doing too great. Sick I mean, I'm sick. So uh, I think I'm gonna head out." He rubbed his palms in the back of his jeans.

"What no! You just got here!" Dustin cried out in displeasure.

Eddie gave them a timid smile as his eyes squinted.

"Sorry Dustin, guys, but I better head out." He motioned towards the door way and turned away to rush up the stairs.

He was almost home free when he was stopped by a gently hand on his shoulder.

"Heading out so soon?" Mrs. Wheeler asked kindly. He nodded yes and bit back tears.

"Yep sorry, not feeling great. I better go." He rushed away before she could respond. Jumping into his truck, he started it quickly and sped off.

Once he was far enough away he pulled off to the side of the road and parked. The flood gates opened and he openly sobbed into the stealing wheel. He brought both his hands up to cover his face, even though no one was watching. He met his mother, and she was wonderful.

@buggylad

[vecnawrites]

Dog tail faunus Jaune goes into heat and the only one near by is Neon Katt who is more than happy to help she just under estimated how bad his heat was and what hes packing.

Jaune panted, his tail twitching as sweat dripped down his body. He fought back the urge to whine, he wasn’t a scraggly preteen dealing with his first heat, he was an adult now, with several under his belt. He would have to get back to the dorm first, before the effects really hit him; he didn’t want a repeat of the first time he had lost control, or the last time.

He had been lucky as all hell that Saphron and Terra had wanted a baby, and were going to ask him to donate anyway. So while it was awkward to mount and rut his sister-in-law in his head, it had at least worked out for them, and was nothing more than something to laugh about now.

But even more than that, he thanked the Brothers that Velvet was such a kind and understanding girl, even being sweet enough to say she was willing to help him out again if he needed it. He had been incredibly thankful, hugging the girl tightly. He did wonder why she had such a blush on her cheeks, though. It might have been embarrassment, since they were both still naked at the time.

But that was neither here nor there at this point. Velvet was on a mission with her team and Pyrrha (who had heavily insisted, cheeks as red as her hair that he come to her for help the next time his heat flared up) was away doing some sort of sponsorship thing, leaving him alone at the moment...he shook himself again. He needed to leave, to get back to the dorms, before-!

“Heeeeyyy~!” Jaune froze as the cute cat faunus from Atlas appeared before him, her eyes sultry and looking interested, roaming over his body, her own feline tail flicking back and forth. He watched her sniff the air and lick her lips, his own powerful nose picking up a sweet, almost cloyingly so, scent. His cock throbbed as he realized it was the scent of her arousal, a sweet, tempting thing that called to him, made his libido swell, his cock throbbing and straining lewdly against the fabric of his trousers.

Before he could say anything, the orangette snagged his wrist and began walking, dragging him along with her, helped out by her roller blades...it also had the added effect of flipping her skirt up every few seconds, revealing her plump, pert cheeks of her ass, and just beneath it, flashes of pink, shining under the light, which told him not only where the wonderful smell was originating from, but that this girl was very daring, going around in a skirt that short without panties.

Hey couldn’t stop the yelp from escaping his lips as he was dragged into one of the empty ‘study dorms’ (which were meant for studying, but were more often than not used for sex. He would know, one of these were where he and Velvet ended up) and shoved towards the bed as she closed and locked the door behind her. Looking up, he was met with a blur of color which knocked him to the bed with a naked orange haired girl above him, hovering with a cheeky grin on her face.

~x~x~x~x~

Neon Katt was what one would call a party and fun loving individual. She loved nothing more than having a good time, and orgasms definitely counted as having a good time! They were the perfect way to wind down after a long, stressful day...or just to have fun and relax!

But, much like a cat, she was also quite the opportunist. She knew that the blonde beneath her held the biggest dick in the fucking school, and she had interrogated, uh she meant, had a ‘girls chat’ with the bunny faunus in the year above when she saw the weak, bow legged, limping gait the bunny had, telling anyone who knew anything that she had been fucked marvelously.

As the mortified bunny spilled her guts to Neon, the party Katt found herself drooling from both sets of lips. Hell, she was surprised that Velvet had actually been able to walk at all from how vigorous she said that he had been!

A plan quickly hatched in her mind, a genius, diabolical plan to get some loving! A cunning plan to ensure she got fucked just as heartily and well as the bunny faunus had. It wasn’t like people were lining up to share her bed in Atlas, after all.

And so far, the plan had worked perfectly! She could feel that cock pushing up against her pantiless ass (she was beyond thankful that she had forgone the garment on the way here as she had been so wet she might have ruined it, and she might do so from now on, that was so naughty~) and gazed down at her prey with a sultry look on her face.

“Well now...I can feel you’re having a bit of a problem, big boy~” she cooed, rubbing back against the thick cock still trapped within it’s bindings. She licked her lips, sure that she was going to have a wonderful time riding that beast. “Fortunately, Neon’s more than willing to help you out!”

Scooting down, Neon licked her lips hungrily as she stared at the massive bulge, her fingers curling into the fabric of her pants, pulling them and his boxers down and-

WHACK!

Her vision swam, not only from the sudden strike to her face, but the thick wave of hot musk that washed over her and drove her animal instincts wild, her pussy gushing and squirting out onto the bed, panting and huffing up the delicious musk that filled her lungs and overpowered her brain, frying her synapses. She squirmed, her nose rubbing that thick length as she slumped down and forwards, until her face was covered in an almost boiling warmth, her tail flicking back and forth wildly as the mind melting smell cloaked her lungs, imprinting itself into her nose and brain.

Her small chest pushed outwards as she inhaled as deeply as she could, pale pink nipples hard and swollen, as she refused to leave the musky warmth that enamored her so. She could stay there forever...she rubbed her face deeper into that heavy sack, her toes curling.

She was so intoxicated by Jaune’s musk, she failed the warmth going missing, her being spun around and settled onto her front, face down, ass up, the blonde gripping her hips. She did, however, take notice when the thick fat shaft she had just been shamelessly rubbing her cheeks against fell between her toned ass cheeks with a loud SLAP, the fat rod rutting a bit between her cheeks before sliding down and resting against her soaking, dripping pussy lips.

She looked back drunkenly, eyes widening as she saw the large, obscenely thick cock attached to the blonde Arc, with an even thicker, bulbous, fist-sized knot at the base, twitching with every heartbeat of the young man it was attached to. She swallowed hard. “Uh, can...can we tal-”

-SLICKT!!

Neon’s eyes crossed as Jaune’s bitch breaking fuck stick of a cock spread her pussy wide open, though thankfully, she could feel that massive knot still outside of her poor core. A strained mewling noise escaped her lips as her fingers curled into the sheets, her body trembling heavily from the myriad of sensations rushing through her body.

She felt her lover begin to move back, and her core, on reflex movement, began to squeeze down, trying to keep the heavy cock inside her body, before a loud yowl escaped her throat as Jaune decided to thrust back inside her body with a slick noise, her pussy clamping down hard around the shaft in a faux orgasm.

The pace wasn’t slow. It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t loving. It was rough, primal, aggressive, outright animalistic. Neon could only release the most pitiful mewls as she was thrust into, fucked into, the bed, her tongue hanging out of her mouth, drool staining the sheets beneath her.

Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! PlaP! PlaP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

Wet, slick noises filled the study room air, along with male and female sex musk, as Neon was fucked hard, fast, brutally into the bed, her more carnal, feline instincts loving it, her pussy flexing and clamping down on the invader in constant, wet and messy orgasm.

Pap! Pap! Pap! Teal green eyes widened as Neon felt that fat knot prodding insistently at her pussy lips with every thrust now, feeling the cock within her twitching and throbbing in warning of what was to come. Gathering every bit of strength she could in her panic, Neon raised her head up. “W-wai-!”

POP!

“NNNNNNNNNN!!!” Neon’s pupils shrunk to pinpricks, before rolling up in her head as her entire body went stiff, her tail sticking straight out like a ramrod as Jaune’s knot found its way into her unprepared pussy, locking her and the blonde together, hip to ass, the tip of his cock pressed flush against her cervix.

“nnnnnnn♥~” she whined out as her blonde lover began to rut into her body again, his big strong hands moving from her hips and down to her butt, fingers sinking into the muscle as he delivered shorter, but far more powerful and intense thrusts, his tip smacking into her cervix over and over.

Fingers and toes curled into the sheets, nearly tearing them outright as Neon lost herself to the brutally intense fucking, her pussy clamping down and squeezing tightly as she squirted, reaching her most powerful orgasm yet.

She slumped to the bed, boneless and body quaking as Jaune continued to slam into her over and over and over again, his thick cock throbbing and twitching mightily deep within her, signifying that his own orgasm was imminent. Neon knew, she just knew, that the moment he came she would never be the same afterwards! Her eyes widened as she felt a powerful throb within her, followed by incredible warmth filling her belly. Her toes curled.

“Nyaaaaaaaa♥~!” she cried out, hearts in her eyes as she fell face first to the bed and quivering as she felt strong, thick spurts of warm cum filling her belly, shooting into her welcoming womb. She blissfully passed out, purring deeply, and an overjoyed expression on her face.

Huffing, Jaune slumped over Neon’s body, slowly rutting his hips as his balls steadily drained into her warm and velvety pussy. Carefully gathering the unconscious girl into his arms and turning onto their sides, Jaune tucked the unconscious cat Faunus against his front, he settled and let himself relax, letting the dopamine and serotonin from his continuous orgasm wash over him, his hand gently rubbing over his sleeping partner’s slowly swelling belly.

He closed his eyes, hoping that when both of them woke later, she would feel up to another round before separating. Burying his nose into her hair, he allowed himself to drift off, happy and content.

[warriorcatsamino]

"The only way to keep Tigerkit on a good path is to keep a close eye on him," Goosefeather muttered to himself. "I don't talk to Starclan, so why does Goosefeather think I want to be a medicine cat…?" Tigerkit started pawing at the herbs in front of him, "I want to fight." "I can't believe you're trying to force him into this," Thistleclaw growled at the older cat. "You're trying to take my apprentice from me. May I ask why?" He whipped his tail in agitation. The the gall of this bag of bones made him furious. 

If you are at all familiar with any of the WA Tumblr posts, then you have probably heard of this amino’s creative clans. But for those who don’t, I will give a brief explanation. WA has a series of creative clans that can only be joined VIA audition. These clans focus on a particular skill, concept or idea in Warriors and use skills such as drawing, writing, cooking or crafts based on a prompt assigned by the leadership team. Members are required each week, every other week or month to create these assignment posts. The piece depicted above, made by Kii_CatArt on Twitter, was for a clan called Alterclan. Alterclan, according to their official wiki on WA, is a clan that “is all about asking the question "What if?" We take scenarios and major choices from the books, and create art, stories, or theories about what would happen if they had chosen the other option, or if we had gotten a different outcome. The butterfly effect is what we enjoy exploring, as one simple twist in the Warriors series can cause countless situations to come to light.”. For the month of November, one of the two prompts members could select was, “What if Goosefeather took Tigerkit in to help him onto a better path rather than treating him like a bad omen?” This was the prompt the piece above is exploring. The original artist decided to interpret the prompt as Goosefeather making Tigerkit become a medicine cat so he could keep a closer eye on him and prevent him from going into battle.

I should probably give some context for the events in the books that lead up to this idea. ⚠️Spoilers for the main series and Goosefeather’s Curse ahead⚠️ In Goosefeather’s novella, it is quickly established that Goosefeather sees dead cats and has the curse of receiving prophecies he has no control over. One prophecy he receives which is mentioned both in Pinestar’s Choice and Bluestar’s Prophecy is about Tigerkit, the only kit of Pinestar (the former leader of Thunderclan who leaves to become a kittypet) and Leopardfoot. In the vision, he sees Tigerkit’s horrible future. In Bluestar’s Prophecy Goosefeather yowls as Tigerkit approaches him, saying that the tom should have died with his littermates. Similarly in Pinestar’s Choice, Pinestar has a dream where a Starclan cat tells him to kill his own son. When Pinestar wakes up, Goosefeather encourages him to listen to Starclan, hinting to the fact he knew about the dream and Starclan’s wishes. Pinestar, of course, doesn’t end up killing Tigerkit and he grows up to be the murderous and manipulative leader of Shadowclan, killing many cats and traumatizing many more before his death at the paws of Scourge. Even after his death, he haunts of the dreams of his living sons and Dark Forest trainees and is finally brought to rest in OOTS at the Great Battle with the DF. Firestar kills him once and for all, ending his horrible reign over the forest. 

I think the idea of Tigerkit becoming a medicine cat has tons of potential! It would completely shift the storyline and things would definitely have to be moved around. For one, assuming that Tigerkit would become Goosefeather’s apprentice, it’s very likely that Featherwhisker would have never become a medicine cat. Featherwhisker was Goosefeather’s apprentice and Sunstar’s littermate. Or, Goosefeather would have had two apprentices at once with Featherwhisker & Tigerkit both being mentored by him. However, I think the most likely scenario would be similar to modern day Thunderclan. I’m of course talking about the Leaf-Jay-Alder dynamic. For those not caught up with the books, Leafpool (a former medicine cat of TC) had her son Jayfeather as an apprentice. Later in AVOS, when Leafpool was still alive, Jayfeather took on his cousin Alderheart as his apprentice. The dynamic between Goose, Feather and Tiger could play out similarly with Goosefeather mentoring Featherwhisker and Featherwhisker mentoring Tigerkit when Goosefeather was still alive. There is however an issue with this idea. Featherwhisker’s apprentice, whom he gains in Spottedleaf’s Heart, was Spottedpaw aka Spottedleaf. If Featherwhisker already has an apprentice, then Spottedleaf would have most likely remained a warrior and possibly become Thistleclaw’s mate. Unless of course, Featherwhisker take on two apprentices or die prior to Spottedleaf’s apprenticeship. In that case, Tigerkit (would his medicine cat name still be Tigerclaw or something else?) would mentor Spottedleaf, meaning Thunderclan would have two medicine cats at the time of Rusty entering the clans. Likewise, Spottedleaf would have most likely not died as she would have her mentor there to protect her. Unless of course Tigerclaw died prior to Into the Wild. In that case, Thunderclan would still be left without a medicine cat and Yellowfang would be accepted it. Without Tigerclaw as a villain, the first series would lack a lot of the tension it had and Bluestar would have to select a different cat for deputy after Lionheart’s death. Actually, now that I think of it, Lionheart most likely would never be deputy as Redtail would still be alive. Now this plot could also be warped differently, for instance if Tigerclaw became an evil medicine cat and used herbs to kill Bluestar. Most likely he would have succeeded and put one of his lackeys (Longtail, Darkstripe or Dustpelt most likely) in the leadership position where he could manipulate them to do his bidding. The point I’m trying to make is a medicine cat Tigerclaw AU has a cacophony of different paths it could take. 

But, me and the rest of the SM team would LOVE to hear what YOU think on this matter! Do you like the idea of a Tigerclaw medicine cat AU? How do you think it would play out in the books? Do you think Tigerclaw would remain evil or turn good? How would the cats around him (Goose, Feather, Spotted, Thistle, Blue, Pine, Golden, Bramble, Hawk, Sasha, etc) be affected by this choice? How would the succession of medicine cats work out? How would the plot be affected? Would he keep his warrior name? Leave all your thoughts, opinions and feedback in the comments below. 

If you liked the art style depicted here, I’d highly recommend checking on the original post on Amino and leaving a like. Directly supporting the original artist not only makes them happy but benefits this account greatly. It motivates more creators to allow use to post their work. This gives this account more content to post for you guys! Do you want to see more Warriors based content? Join the Warriors Amino where we have a fun and active community which posts daily about the battle cats you know and love. 

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[mowulf]

You Gotta be Kitten Me

CH 1: And now for something completely different

Summary: Medic never really liked cats. He had never hated them, per se, but being a bird parent did not lend a favorable view to the furry beasts. So how on Earth did he find himself trying to take care of 7?

Medic woke up struggling to breathe and a deep pressure on his chest. He took several deep breaths as he tried to push past the morning brain fog and flopped his arm in an attempt to wake Heavy. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d woken up half trapped beneath the large man. When he only found empty bed, his eyes snapped open and he looked down at his chest.

An absolutely massive cat was sprawled across his chest, thick fur only adding to the weight. The cat’s chin draped over his shoulder, breathing slow and easy. Medic stared in confusion. How did a cat get into his room? He always made sure to close the door securely to make sure nothing would try to get in to harass his birds (or worse, allow them unsupervised access to the base). Then again, the bed was empty. Perhaps Heavy had gotten up and accidentally not closed the door all the way?

…

“Scheiße!” There was a loud yowl as the cat was flung to the floor in Medic’s haste to get up. The cat barely managed to avoid getting stepped on as Madic jumped out of bed and started frantically searching the room. “Archimedes!” There was an angry squawk and he followed the sound to find Archimedes fluffing unhappily on top of the bookcase furthest from the bed. With a sigh, he relaxed and then did another, more thorough search of the room to take a headcount of his birds.

Once everyone was accounted for, Medic turned to the large cat now lounging on the bed watching him. For a brief moment the cat look excited, standing up and raising its tail once it had Medic’s attention. The excitement was short-lived as Medic grabbed the cat by the scruff of the neck, threw open the door, and threw it out, yelling, “OUT! OUT! AND DON’T COME BACK!”

The door slammed shut behind him and he huffed angrily. He was going to have words with Heavy for this. First things first, clothes. He dressed angrily, though as time passed and the initial shock wore off, he found himself calming down. Mistakes happened, and his doves were fine. Startled from his yelling earlier, but otherwise fine. By the time he was pulling his boots on he had calmed down to the point where he no longer felt the need to chew anyone out.

All that went out the window when Medic opened the door to find the cat sitting just a few feet away. It had waited?! It knew he kept birds and was just waiting for the opportunity! How dare!

Medic stomped his foot and the cat jumped and cowered. It managed a small chirp before Medic bellowed, “WHAT DID I TELL YOU?” as he stomped forward. With a yowl, the cat bolted down the hall and disappeared around the corner. Great. Now he was going to have to do a full check of the base to not only chase that cat out, but also make sure no other vermin had gotten into the base.

But that was a problem for later. He ran a hand down his face and took a deep breath. It was too early to be getting this worked up. He exhaled slowly before making his way to the cafeteria. Maybe he could recruit Scout to help him. The kid had always been good with animals.

Medic was pulled from his thoughts as he approached the cafeteria by the eerie silence. Normally the cafeteria would have been booming with the chaos that came from 9 wildly different personalities trying to talk over each other. Soldier and Scout were always the two loudest, either arguing or each yelling over the other in an attempt to hold their own conversations. But now an unsettling silence leaked through the doors. He paused but then threw the doors open and strode in, shoulders back and chest out.

Silence.

Medic blinked in surprise when he saw that Engineer was the only other occupant. Seated at a table with a newspaper and a cup of coffee, the man looked up and gave a casual wave. “There’s eggs and bacon in the kitchen and a pot of coffee if you want. Still fresh.”

Medic gave him a confused look. “Where is everyone else? Did they eat already?” Surely he hadn’t slept in that late.

“No idea.” Engineer folded the newspaper and set it aside. “Ain’t seen a sign of anyone since I got up. Slept in because Soldier wasn’t doing his rounds, but not by much.”

Oh, now that was concerning. The only time Soldier didn’t do his morning round to wake everyone up was the time Medic had strapped him to the table overnight and pumped him so full of anesthetic he couldn’t have walked anywhere anyway. Not even death itself would be able to stop that man from yelling at everyone at 5 in the morning.

“Have you checked on anyone?” Medic asked as he slid into the seat opposite Engineer.

“Nope,” was the casual reply, with a popped ‘p’. “None of my business if everyone wants to sleep in.”

“Mmm.” He had a point, it really was none of their business, but Medic was still concerned. “I’m worried something may be going around. Everyone was complaining about not feeling good last night.”

“Everyone but us, you mean.”

Medic rolled his eyes but nodded. “By the way, have you seen Heavy? I couldn’t find him this morning. We need to have a talk.”

Engineer took a drink of coffee while he thought before he finally shook his head. “No, no sign of him. Honestly thought he was still sleeping.”

Medic made an unhappy sound as he stood up. “I’ll see if I can’t find him after I eat. “You said you made bacon?”

“Yup. And seein’ as you’re the first up, you get dibs.” Medic smiled at that. Being first up had its benefits.

The pair took their time eating, alternating between idle chit-chat and enjoying the calm and silence of the empty room. An hour later, however, they were both shifting nervously and sending worried glances to the doors. No one had shown up, which went well beyond ‘slightly concerning’. Food poisoning made no sense. Heavy had been the last to cook and he was not only very good at it, but both medic and Engineer were fine despite eating the same thing as everyone else. There had been no alerts about an invasion, so surely no one had snuck in.

Still, both Medic and Engineer were unsettled by the fact that something had managed to wipe out 3/4 of the team basically overnight. Finally Medic stood up and started toward the door. “I’m checking on everyone. This makes no sense.”

“I’ll come with you,” Engineer said, doing his best to sound casual as he trotted to catch up.

The halls were silent as they walked, which just made the whole experience that much more unsettling. The halls seemed to stretch on for far too long as they approached the sleeping quarters. When they finally came to a stop, Engineer cocked his head and asked, “Do you hear that?”

“Hear what?”

“It sounds like…” Engineer took a few steps forward, “...scratching?”

Medic frowned but followed, still straining to hear whatever it was Engineer had heard. As they approached the first door, Scout’s room, he heard it. A desperate, wild scrabbling like something desperately trying to get out. It stopped suddenly and Medic wondered if they’d been heard. Seconds later there was a thud as something hit the door.

“Scout! Are you okay?” There was silence on the other side for a couple seconds before the scratching started up with a renewed frenzy. That was enough to confirm something was wrong and Medic threw the door open. It wasn’t locked, a concern that was registered as a ‘to be dealt with later’ problem, and both Medic and Engineer burst in to find the room empty.

The bed and floor were a mess and there was no sign of Scout anywhere. “You don’t think someone got to him first, do you?” Engineer asked softly, but Medic shook his head.

“There wouldn’t have been time. Scout? Where are you?”

A croaky meow sounded behind them and both men turned to see a small calico stumble out from behind the door.

No. There was no way. Surely not.

Engineer crouched to get a better look at the cat that eyed him suspiciously. Medic darted to the window only to find it shut and locked. After doing a thorough check of the window, he turned his attention to the rest of the room.

Closet? No.

Under the bed? Nada.

Chest of drawers? Nope.

The room was small and hiding spots were far and few between. It wasn’t long before Medic had searched the room top to bottom to find nothing at all.

Nothing except a cat with a croaky mew.

He felt stupid even considering the possibility, but unless everyone had decided to leave at ass in the morning without telling him and Engineer, it was the only thing left he could think of. He crouched down next to Engineer and stared hard at the cat which stared back at him, still somewhat dazed.

“Here goes nothing. Scout?” The cat perked up and chirped at him, tail shooting straight up. Engineer looked at Medic who just pinched the bridge of his nose. “Scout, can you- can you understand me?” he asked after a moment. The cat nodded and trotted closer, meowing non-stop.

Engineer just looked from Medic to the cat and then back before he sighed as well and stood up. “Alright. Well. That’s a problem.”

“Tell me about it. Probably screamed his head off trying to get someone’s attention, if his voice is anything to go by.” Medic stood up with a sigh and the three shared an awkward silence.

“Medic,” Engineer said slowly, dread beginning to pool in his stomach. “You don’t think…” He trailed off. He didn’t need to finish. It was obvious from Medic’s expression that he knew what Engineer was going to ask.

“No. Surely not. That’s impossible.” But he was already on the move. The next door was Demoman’s. Medic banged on the door and yelled, “Back up! I’m coming in!” before he threw the door open and entered. A large black cat lifted its head and blinked at him blearily. Medic didn’t bother sticking around, having all the confirmation he needed, before moving on to the next room.

Half an hour and a quick trip to Sniper’s camper later found Engineer and Medic in the living room with 6 cats. Heavy was unaccounted for but Medic already knew what he looked like. It was just a matter of working through the guilt long enough to seek out the larger man cat and beg forgiveness. In the meantime, he had his face buried in his hands while Engineer awkwardly patted his shoulder.

The cats, on the other hand, were seated in a circle, chirping and meowing at each other as they discussed their predicament. Soldier, normally loud and aggressive, was quiet while Spy led the conversation. Sniper was half-laying on Scout, licking his forehead or biting his ears when he started to get too worked up. Demoman was loud, though he politely waited his turn, and Pyro - who’d somehow crammed their head in a sock and refused to let anyone take it off - just hopped in with comments whenever they felt like it.

They were getting quite into the discussion when a deep voice cut in with “Мяу.” The conversion stopped as the circle turned to look at the newcomer. Heavy looked down at them for a moment before everyone shifted to fit him in. He settled into a loaf, listening in with the occasional comment and keeping half an eye on the two humans sitting on the couch.