#annoying cat willow

[bonefall]

I'm sitting and looking at somebody's take about the scene of Willow Tail's death

"Clear Sky is fabulous here, and the deaths look karmic. Willow Tail dies blind bc she was so blinded by her wish of revenge she put innocent cats under threat and led to deaths of a medicine cat and an innocent kit. And Wind Runner, who prevented Moth Flight from saving Tiny Branch, lost a life to an injured leg just like he did. Beautiful."

Ig I'll just leave it here like a tribute

"the deaths look karmic" is the only correct thing in this passage. Yes, the writers ARE obsessed with punishing women, gruesomely zooming in on how much pain and suffering they're feeling when those horrible bitches finally get their comeuppance. Glad they can at least recognize torture porn when they see it.

Go one baby step further-- why do the writers keep choosing to frame the women as primarily responsible when Clear Sky is the same violent, egotistical tyrant he always was?

Willow Tail does die blinded-- by Clear Sky. The way he is constantly brutalizing every woman and foreigner in front of him. Just like how he was smacking Moth Flight before he ordered Red Claw to go up into the tree to beat the shit out of Micah and confiscate medicine, because he doesn't care when people die of treatable illness.

But, sure. Sure, it's Willow Tail who caused the death of Micah, when she sees Moth Flight's face sliced open by a known serial murderer and jumps to her defense, and then learns that Red Claw has been ordered to attack a doctor.

For those who haven't read Moth Flight's Vision, btw, Willow Tail is revealed to be the villain all along because she was planting rabbit bones on the border. This made Clear Sky mad because Wind Runner said "make your cats respect the borders YOU invented, bc MY cats didn't eat those rabbits" and she didn't just accept his answer of "nuh uh."

That's why it's totally the WOMEN'S fault that Clear Sky was throwing this tantrum, and not his own. Being offended is a totally valid reason to deny medical treatment and do assault and battery. Why would you ever hold a man in a position of power accountable for his own actions?

Wind Runner also didn't kill Tiny Branch through medical neglect. Clear Sky did. Can't believe I'm still saying this.

HE was the one who prevented Acorn Fur from getting help. He keeps insisting that he never needed Micah or any other foreigner to heal Tiny Branch's ailments. He didn't want Micah when it was a cough, and he didn't want Moth Flight when it was a fox attack.

-Said in the Sap Confiscation Scene

-Said as Tiny Branch is dying, confirming that yes, he DID stop her from getting the help right away.

Wind Runner PROPOSED an embargo at a meeting that SkyClan was absent for, AFTER Clear Sky had already insisted on denying medical treatment to Rocky and got Micah killed. Wind Runner's hypothetical embargo was broken less than a minute later when it's revealed SkyClan was late by several hours because Tiny Branch got attacked by a fox.

Here's how long they're held up by Wind Runner, though. All 214 words, less than a full page in dialogue, of it.

How long would you guess this took? Was everyone here speaking at 0.025 speed? Did someone hit the slow motion button? Were they escaping out of a time bubble?

Why's Shattered Ice never mentioned as killing Tiny Branch, btw? The one who actually did physically hold up Moth Flight (but not the other three Medicine cats, Dappled Pelt, Cloud Spots, and Pebble Heart), even if it was for less than 30 seconds? When he's not even from Wind Runner's Clan? CURIOUS INNIT?

I need to remind you that he was also responsible for preventing Acorn Fur from being fully trained. That was HIS choice. HE closed the border. HE stopped Moth Flight from completing Acorn Fur's training. HE is in the middle of a book-length hissy fit about being told what to do.

And, yet, Moth Flight is held up for less than 5 minutes after Clear Sky forced Acorn Fur to save his son alone until signs of infection set in, and this is all Wind Runner's fault.

So he later kidnaps Moth Flight, expecting Wind Runner to just trust that THIS time he takes a hostage he's not starving them like he did to Jackdaw's Cry, and not launch the two Clans into war. Redemption arc, btw.

And then he gets to be framed like a hero even though he is 100% responsible for every single one of his actions and escalated the situation at every turn. ZERO consequences for him, because him letting his own baby suffer and die was "punishment enough."

The bloodthirsty tyrant, child abuser, woman beater, and known liar was totally justified because It Made Him Sad When Wind Runner Didn't Trust His Word :( This was all actually an evil, scheming woman's fault for planting bunny bones, lol. So she totally deserves getting her eyes ripped out.

At MOST, the narrative considers Wind Runner and Clear Sky "Equally Bad", but only Wind Runner and Willow Tail get personally punished. With death and agony. Surely, SURELY this is not because of writer misogyny? In the Arc of 7 Fridgenings? Perish the thought.

Anyway, glad that I've curated my dash enough to not see that take out there in the wild. Who would even write something so ridiculous, Gray Wing?

[mud-castle]

If I had a nickel for every time I ended up writing a sapphic romance between two queens on accident in an au, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot but it's interesting that it happened twice.

Fern x Daisy in Eye of Stars

Brindle x Willow in Dark Mirror

[aaronymous999]

I will never shut up about one of the worst tropes in fiction THAT NOBODY TALKS ABOUT- and ahem the winner is: “Pairing off every main character, and I mean EVERY into a romantic relationship at the end of the story or sometime during the story” even if it makes no sense to the plot, or the character made it clear they aren’t interested in romance, all because some authors for some reason ( there actually is a reason but yknow ) think all the characters need to be paired off for a happy ending. Fandoms engage in this trope too sometimes and I very much so dislike it. And then there’s the weird cousin of this trope, “Most characters get paired off, but mostly the women, the men don’t need a partner and three kids, mainly just the women.” LOOKING AT YOU WARRIOR CATS DONT DENY IT YOU ARE GUILTY AS CHARGED.

[mangostar]

God my dad n brother r so damn annoying

[arolesbianism]

Fighting for my life to find more swap au songs that arent abt wx or Walter

[oopsdevil]

COD + Tropes (pt. 2)

which trope do they fall into when it comes to you.

SIMON GHOST RILEY + BLIND DATE

"i should be home right now" was the first thought simon had when he stepped foot into that fancy restaurant. the most dangerous man of the country, scared of a date.

in retrospect, he had it coming. he knew he shouldn't have let soap set him up with someone whose face he doesn't even know. and he is already sweating, feeling absolutely exposed without his mask and-

he saw you. and his mind went quiet. his only worry right now is how to be a worthy date for you. and yes, you must think he is an idiot for the way he keeps staring, but he can't help it. for once in his life he begs to whoever is listening: let this go right for me.

and someone must have heard him, because it was the best date of his life since you told him you would have preferred a more casual place. his heart skipped a beat when you mentioned you would cook for him on a second date.

now, he loves thinking about that first date, and how the second one turned into the best first kiss, and how the third one turned into you never leaving his bed again.

KYLE GAZ GARRICK + NEXT DOOR NEIGHBOR

kyle was never a clumsy guy, so why does he keep tripping on his porch every time he sees his new neighbor? in his mind, you had to be flawed. something! you couldn't possibly be this perfect right? oh except he knows you are. he really tried to push his feelings, but you won his heart in a very simple way. his cat, peanut.

you should have seen his face the day he saw out the window and spotted his cat, comfortably sitting at your home. he came back later that night, but gaz kept it in his mind. and he started noticing it, the way you leave water for peanut in hot summer days and a window open to enter your room on rainy nights. and he just couldn't help it. after HOURS (yes, hours) of self pep talk, kyle knocked your door, offering a nice dinner and the chance to see peanut's own home.

peanut is delighted, specially because how years later, you brought to your shared place his new orange 'sibilings': bear and willow.

JOHN SOAP MACTAVISH + LOVE CONFESSION

loud, funny, sarcastic, cheeky. that's soap. but johnny's face couldn't possibly get any more pink while looking at his best friend's sister. he has known you for years, spent dozens of holidays with you, shared hundreds of nights at clubs.

i mean, yeah, he felt like ripping his heart out when you brought your first boyfriend for thanksgiving. and he lied once or twice saying he was close to your house to give you a ride. and now... now maybe it's his age, everything he went through pushing him to chase after the only one who ever crosses his mind, and fuck- are your eyes brighter? he didn't think it was possible.

he thought about how to tell you in a million possible ways. and it came flying out of his mouth the second you told him you broke up with your man. you blushed and gave him a peck that stayed on his mind the rest of the night month.

"oh, me and him broke up last june actually-"

"go out with me"

KÖNIG + SECRET DATING

it was a very difficult mission: lots of planning, lots of packing, tracking, unloadings and-

this shouldn't be a problem. it has never been until now, but all he can think about are your lips while seeing you across the room. considering that you are a part of the 141, he barely ever sees you here, your relationship is exclusively civilian. so you both made a silent pact: no personal interact at work.

and it went well!... for like a day. and you really thought you could keep it a secret, but the way he looked at you and how bad you missed each other... you pushed it a little when you decided to let him sleep in your room.

now, it might be your dizzy head after making out all morning, but you forgot a very basic rule in the army; basically, no privacy. the fact that a superior could walk into your room at any giving moment is annoying, but at this point you were convinced the universe just hated you.

your lieutenant, the very overprotective man who took you under his wing, opened the door that very morning. ghost and könig looked at each other intensely for a long 10 seconds.

an hour, a black eye and a terrible lecture from price to simon later, könig still smiled. at least he didn't have to hide you anymore.

JOHN PRICE + LOVE/HATE RELATIONSHIP

you drive him crazy. he swears everything that comes out of your mouth makes his eyes roll. every petty comment, everytime you put him in his place, how you look at him during reports because you know you make him nervous. he hates when the rest sees the way he can't stand you, and why the fuck do they keep saying is sexual tension? because he gets closer to you when talking? that's purely for intimidation. in his defense, you hate him too! except he has no idea you blush the second he turns around, or how you defend him if another soldier questions his decisions.

feelings hit you both like a train a random night of spring. he heard crying in the hall, so soft he thought he was imagining it. he saw you and instinctively ran to you. in that situation, you just couldn't pretend anymore, you needed a minute to break about everyone and everything that has been pushing you to this moment. he wrapped his big arms around you, giving you the hug and body heat you both have been craving from each other. he internally promised himself to make it right, so his heart would never have to break again at the sight of your tears.

[wordsarelife]

harry potter masterlist

fluff (f), angst (a), suggestive (s), platonic (p), wound (w), humor (c)

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❛ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢’𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ❜

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𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 (20.6k)

this love (0.5k) — mattheo finally asks you to be his girlfriend (f, s)

willow (0.8k) — mattheo has a brilliant date idea.. not (s)

the game (3.5k) — after a night with you mattheo can’t get you out of his head, sadly you don’t like him like that (s, a, f)

merry christmas (1.2k) — two times you surprised mattheo with a cute ‘tradition’ and the one time he surprised you (f)

christmas love (2.3k) — it was no secret that mattheo riddle annoyed the hell out of you, but you did grow concerned when you suddenly didn’t mind it anymore (f, s)

winter wonderland (0.5k) — you drag mattheo outside to build a snowman with you (f)

white christmas (0.5k) — mattheo is sad and you cheer him up (f,a)

starlight (2.1k) — mattheo had been liking you for years and when you loose your cat, it's finally his time to prove how good of a boyfriend he would be (f)

gorgeous (3k) — being in love with your best friend might be a bad idea, but drowning your sorrows in alcohol might be your worst one yet (s,f)

endgame (3.7k) — mattheo is absolutely in love with you, but now it seems like he spent a bit too long not telling you that (s,f,c)

we are never ever getting back together (0.6k) — you’re a swiftie, mattheo isn’t (f,c)

you’re not sorry (1.4k)— you and mattheo run into each other years after your relationship has ended (p,f,a)

miss americana and the heartbreak prince (0.5k) — headcanons about mattheo dating a foreign exchange student from america (f)

august () — is he really yours when there is someone who could love him better? (a,f)

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𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐭 (30.6k)

i‘m only me when i’m with you (0.3k) — you steal theo‘s clothes and he finds out about it (f)

you are in love (1.4k) — after a lovely visit with umbridge, theo must prove that the words carved into your skin are the opposite of the truth (a,f,w)

call it what you want (0.7k) — in a school full of people treating them like celebrities, y/n and theo try to keep their relationship private (f)

-> there will be more following the couple -> feel free to request

we wish you a merry christmas (0.6k) — theo meets your family for the first time during christmas (f)

a nonsense christmas (0.8k) — you and theo are only friends.. right? (f,s)

jingle bells (0.8k) — you and theo bake gingerbread cookies for christmas (f)

karma (2.8k) — karma is the way you wear his jersey, making sure his teams will lose the game (s,f,w)

forever winter (1.9k) — theo pulls away from you and you’re worried about his well being (f,a)

so high school (3.8k) — he knows how to ball, you know aristotle and your friends know you’re a perfect match (f,c)

superman (2.7k) — theo won’t leave you alone after you broke your leg, you’re not sure you appreciate it that much (f,c)

bigger than the whole sky (1.6k) — you get bad news and theo is conflicted about it being his fault (a,f)

long story short (2.3k) — you survived a violent person before, knowing well enough that you wouldn’t ever tolerate going through that again (a,w,f)

the black dog (4.4k) — the war awakes something in theo you hadn't thought was even there. you battle with your feelings of heartbreak, while you try to forget his everlasting presence in your life. (a,w)

twenty-two (1k) — you try to make theo a swiftie (and succeed). (f,c)

mine (5.5k) — theo’s and your relationship throughout the years (f,a,w,c)

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𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲 (5.2k)

it’s the most wonderful time of the year (0.5k) — draco and you spent the best christmas together (f,a)

timeless (3k) — draco malfoy wouldn’t have thought to come across you in a dark magic shop or how eager he would be to marry you (f,a)

anti-hero (1.7k) — you hate that you’re so emotional about everything, but draco secretly loves you for it (f,a)

style () — draco and you come always back to each other, until you can’t bare to keep it a secret any longer (f,a,s)

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groups (2.2k)

feliz navidad (0.6k) — the reader, who is obsessed with christmas wants to do something her friends aren't particularly happy about (f,p) //slytherin!group x reader

what christmas means to me (1.2k) — when you don't turn up for breakfast one morning, your friends go on a scavenger hunt to find you (f,p,a) //slytherin group x reader

happy xmas (0.4k) — you spend christmas in hogwarts, with your best friends (f,p) //marauders x reader

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series

don't blame me — theo nott x fem!reader

-> theo is the lead singer of the band cursed legacy and also the one who you hate most in the world. easy enough right? things only get complicated when theo puts out a rude song about you, the band starts to rise to fame and one single accident might ruin everything they worked for so hard. eventually theo is forced to ask for your help, but you wouldn’t be you if you would say yes without a very important rule: theo can’t play his most famous song: the one he wrote about you.

wordcount: 8 parts (32k)

no body no crime — theo nott x fem!potter!reader

-> hogwarts murder mystery (coming soon !)

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[sliebman10]

Not So Grim Defeat

Shit. Now he’d really fucked up. He’d come all this way to protect Harry and it was his fault the dementors were here and his fault Harry fell off his broom. He leaned against the stilled Whomping Willow for a moment and closed his eyes. The wreckage of Harry’s defeated broomstick was at his feet.

Could he ever do anything right?

Crookshanks wove between his legs and looked up at him, mewing softly. Sirius crouched down and scratched the cat’s ears and he looked up at Sirius adoringly. 

“It’s really you,” he heard someone say behind him. He felt a jolt run through his too thin body. He’d know that voice anywhere.

Sirius jumped up, taking Crookshanks with him so as not to dump the cat on the ground. He also held him in front of him like a buffer. He was not sure this was a happy reunion.

He looked up slowly to Remus’s face. He looked older, more world weary than even during the last days of the war. He had his hand on his wand but was not pointing it at Sirius's chest. A small win. 

“Merlin,” he breathed. 

Remus took a step closer, his eyes taking in the havoc Azkaban had wreaked on Sirius’s entire being. The he pulled Sirius close in a firm hug, proving again that his Moony was stronger then he looked. Crookshanks gave an annoyed yelp, jumped out of Sirius’s arms and strode indignantly into the forest. Neither of the men noticed, however, they were still holding on to each other tightly.

“Padfoot,” Remus whispered tearfully. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry-”

“Shhhh,’ Sirius said. “It’s in the past.”

“Is it?”

“Well…we’ll talk later. Right now I just want to look at you,” Sirius said. 

“Ok,” Remus said into his shoulder. “I can’t believe you’re really here.” 

Word Count: 304

@wolfstarmicrofic

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

what makes the boys absolutely smitten/melt?

Undertale Sans - Papyrus being happy and his friends being happy. He doesn't need much more.

Undertale Papyrus - Cute little toddlers waving at him. It kills him every time.

Underswap Sans - The neighbors calling him a hero because he brought their groceries home on his way back from work.

Underswap Papyrus - His service dogs just looking at him with hearts in the eyes. He loves his dogs more than humans sometimes.

Underfell Sans - When his S/O gives him sad puppy eyes when he says no to do something with them. He's so damn weak.

Underfell Papyrus - Doomfanger always sleeping on his desk when he's working because that's the only place she feels safe.

Horrortale Sans - Seeing Willow, Grillby and Toriel smile again for real.

Horrortale Papyrus - When the little grandmas he comes visit every week say he's cute and a brave boy, and that they're so glad he's in their lives.

Horrorswap Sans - When his brother brings him breakfast in bed because he knows when his missing leg is hurting.

Horrorswap Papyrus - Anyone signing "I love you" to him, really. He's desperate for affection at this point.

Horrorfell Sans - Kids coming to him so he can defend them from school bullies. He feels so important when they're doing this.

Horrorfell Papyrus - Doomfanger still coming to see him every morning in his bed despite how bad her osteoarthritis is hurting her. He can't lose his cat, he would never get over it.

Swapfell Sans - When his S/O makes him coffee before going to work because they know he's cranky in the morning.

Swapfell Papyrus - Free chicken mcnuggets coupon in magazines. What?

Fellswap Gold Sans - Alphys screams of rage when he absolutely destroys her for the fifth time in a row.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - When anyone buy him a gift, bonus point if it's art supplies.

Outertale Sans - People saying they learned a lot of things about space thanks to him.

Outertale Papyrus - When the kids he's taking care of as a nanny are finally napping after 3 hours of struggle lol.

Dancetale Sans - People bringing him his favorite flowers, because they're really hard to find so he knows you care.

Dancetale Papyrus - Little kids running to him at a dance party to have him as a dance partner.

Dancefell Sans - A nice sunset without his brother screaming or taking pictures behind.

Dancefell Papyrus - When people copy his dance moves on TikTok because it inspired them.

Farmtale Sans - Helping a mama animal to give birth and naming the babies.

Farmtale Papyrus - When his S/O buries him under a mountain of plushies so he feels safer when they have to leave for work.

Mafiatale Sans - When his magic tricks are finally working on someone and they say it's actually good when it's really shit.

Mafiatale Papyrus - When his boss says he's the best element of the team and that he's glad he's here because nothing would be done without him.

Mafiafell Sans - Sleeping surrounded by his 20 American staff and rottweilers.

Mafiafell Papyrus - When Asgore affectuously calls him his son.

Ink - Error saying he will behead him if he keeps annoying him more.

Error - Chocolate. Lots of chocolate.

Disbelief Papyrus - When Asgore hugs him in his sleep, finally calm and relieved of all stress.

Dustale Sans - Killer scratching him in the right spot.

Killer Sans - Seeing Dune have zoomies around the house like a crazy husky but actually he's a skeleton.

[crypticandmachiavellianaugustine]

Sweet Nothings (Part Two)

Part One

Eris Vanserra x Reader

Summary: part two they live happily ever after, a little bit of angst.

Warnings: angst with a happy ending, tw Beron mentioned, mentions of past torture and abuse, mentions of body image insecurities, smut

English is not my first language, I am burnt out and spent Valentine's Day finishing this instead of studying so probably lots of mistakes ( also watch me fail my exams because I dedicated Valentine's Day to Eris)

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Dawn had not broken into the sky yet when Y/N woke up, feeling disoriented at first, almost thinking that she had started seeing double and more when she noticed six Willows sleeping on the thick carpet in front of her bed, and the feeling of an unfamiliar warm weight draped over her waist had her questioning her sanity for a moment. She was in her room at the Forest House, that was something she had gotten used to. The smoke hounds were peacefully snoring on her carpets and sofas, and some to her surprise had even become living pillows for the cats. And lastly, the weight on her waist was an arm and the owner of it was still in deep sleep, breathing calmly with his face pressed against her neck.

She wanted to frustratingly growl into her pillow when she remembered exactly how the night before, her bold and tipsy self had begged Eris to sleep in her bed instead of ending the evening with the usual long kiss in front of her door and going their separate ways for the night like they had done in the last few weeks. She was not ready to face him awake so she kept quiet, simmering in her embarrassment.

After their first kiss, in a hidden corner of the palace's gardens, surrounded by roses and falling rust coloured leaves, the awkwardness of two almost strangers who happened to be mates had been quickly replaced by a natural familiarity. They both craved to feel a touch that was only meant to love and comfort and they craved each other. Half sentences and prolonged silences had made them realise that explanations about the past that were beyond strictly necessary could wait. She had her loneliness and he had his scars and they knew how to ease the torment of both.

Y/N noticed that he had slightly opened the windows, just the way she liked it. She hated sleeping in a completely closed room, as strange as it was, she only felt calm with at least one window open. But he had also bundled her up in her covers and his body was warmer than usual, of course he would never waste an occasion to showcase how he could use his powers for her comfort. She expected to be annoyed by how he was protecting her from the cold she felt comfortable in, but she didn't even try to lie to herself and pretend that she didn't find his care for her quite moving.

Luna jumped on the bed with her usual rudeness of small cat and after glaring at Y/N, her beloved cat and first friend at the Forest House curled up on the other side of her mate. She heard Eris chuckle quietly, the cat had woken him up. Y/N felt him kiss the back of her neck.

She turned around and darted him a falsely annoyed look when she noticed that he was immensely amused by Luna's preference for him that morning.

"I guess that now I have two little cats in need of cuddles," whispered Eris in her ear teasingly, alluding to her behaviour since they had gotten closer and earning a light slap on his arm.

After their first kiss she had started to enjoy being close to him way more than she had expected. It had become an anything but rare occurence to get caught while kissing by advisers, servants and courtiers walking in the throne room only to leave hastily immediately after, finding the High Lord on his throne with his mate on his lap.

Unsurprisingly, Eris was the only one immune to the awkwardness of those incidents, usually being very entertained by the escape of the unfortunate souls who walked themselves into mortification by going in his throne room, and by the flushed of embarrassment cheeks of his mate.

He kissed her forehead gently, drawing her close to his chest again. She had contrasting feelings about his hands stroking her back in that moment. It undoubtedly felt good, it was even one of the specific kinds of touch that she had always yearned for. But she could not suppress the uncertainty and shyness about the knowledge of what he could feel through the light fabric of the nightgown she was wearing. Y/N loved everything about her body, a love that she had nurtured and built for a long time. She was not a stranger to the cruel words of those who felt like they had the right to judge her, to tell her shamelessly that her looks and her existence were something that was wrong in their eyes.

She was aware that her insecurities were irrational. In the last few weeks, Eris had not shied away from making her understand how utterly attracted he was to her. But there was a difference in her mind between being close to him while wearing a proper dress and knowing that in that very moment his hands were feeling love handles through the nightgown while moving around her back. Even worse, she had felt him caress her arms, his intention was to give her more warmth and affection but Y/N blushed vividly, realising that the softness of her arms was not at all hidden by fabric in that moment.

Eris continued touching her tenderly, kissing her flushed cheeks.

"My sweet shy love" he murmured before settling his lips on her forehead again, while his hands continued their gentle ministrations.

Y/N decided not to voice her insecurities just yet, she closed her eyes and tried to clear her head, she would not allow her thoughts to ruin her day before sunrise.

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Y/N was flipping through a book of traditional autumn court recepies. She knew that she wanted to accept the bond between her and Eris, even if she had not told him yet. Deciding what to prepare was a complicated dilemma. She wanted to cook something amazing, putting her talents to good use, she had been a patissier in the kitchens of the Forest House a few months prior after all, and quite a lot of times her mate had praised her creations after realising that she was the hand responsible for some of the fine patisserie that had been served to his table for some time before their first tumultuous encounter in the gardens.

The book was as exquisite as the foods it detailed, with its beautiful illustrations of the dishes and a motive of golden trees decorating every single page.

Y/N placed the book on one of the finely inlaid desks and left the library.

The next day she was bound to leave with Eris to stay for a few days on the coastal side of Autumn. He had duties in that part of the Court and he wanted to make use of his time there to show her a new part of his home. Y/N was excited to be away from the palace and all of its formalities, and for the first time she had somewhere to go with someone, it would not be solitary wandering but a stay by the sea with her mate. Almost a vacation.

In her life of outcast she had never wandered far from the sea. In her loneliest times, being tossed by the waves had almost felt like a hug. And whenever she had been suffocating under the torment that her own mind sometimes submitted her to, the cold and dark embrace of a marine abyss had never failed to ground her in the present, freeing her from her invisible chains.

In her chamber Y/N had started packing the last things that she needed, the dresses that she had wished to take with her on that short trip had already been prepared.

She packed two of the books she was reading, Eris had assured her that there was a library where they were heading when he had noticed the pile she had prepared for the trip.

Luna was sharpening her claws on the wooden trunk that contained her clothes, visibly upset. The cats and the hounds would stay at the Forest House, and both groups of animals were showing their disappointment. Willow was whining on her favourite sofa, so docile and pleading that it was easy to forget that she was one of the renowned smoke hounds of Autumn.

Y/N packed some of her favourites oils and salves and one of her most beloved scents; the mixture of bergamot, jasmine and roses calming her nerves.

The last few days had not been easy for her. Since the mating bond had snapped, Eris had made sure to get rid of every noble who dared to question her presence at Court, those whose tongues had been raised against her had been stripped of their richness and exiled in a blink of an eye; some, Y/N had discovered, had even lost their lives for the slandering they had spat out about the mate of their new High Lord. The last three of a group of nobles who had particularly hateful things to say about her, had disappeared from the palace the day before, but knowing that they had payed was not making their disgusting words sting less.

She layed down, hoping to distract herself with some reading and some goodbyes cuddles for Luna and Willow, falling asleep shortly after, even with the cat sleeping on her pillow and the hound snoring next to her.

_

Calmness permeated on the coast side of Autumn, an ethereal and not ignorable presence, just like the morning mist that was attenuating the reality around them. The lazy sound of soft waves in the distance was the only disruption of that quiet place.

The hushed and dreamlike scenery of that seaside early morning did very little to cover the Villa that was standing out against a curtain of pale fog.

Wrapped up in her cloak and with the face of someone who could have used a few more hours of sleep, Y/N glared sceptically at her mate. With Eris' description of the place she had expected to see a cozy little cabin, the opulent elegance of the mansion in front of them had come as a surprise.

Normally she would have teased him about his minimization of the place, but she decided to keep her thoughts for a future time, preferably a time with his flames roaring in a fireplace and a steaming cup of tea in her hands.

Eris was keeping an arm around her waist as they walked to the front door of the Villa, pressing her closely to his body and using his power to warm up her cloak. Normally she did not mind the cold, but she had took a liking in allowing him to ease that discomfort, the annoyed and shy glares she had displayed when he had warmed her up the first few times were a distant memory, replaced by an almost pouting expression she had on her face every time she needed his warmth but was too prideful to ask.

Inside, after he removed her cloak and with a flick of his fingers made every single fireplace and candle in the house spark to life, he still refused to free her from the hold of his arm around her waist. Instead, he picked her up and carried her to one of the chambers. Y/N wanted to protest, not knowing what she could say without making her insecurities about her body known, she blushed nervously and gripped his shoulders as if she was scared to fall.

"Sssshhh," she heard Eris whisper in her hear, before feeling him press a kiss on the side of her head.

"Put me down. I am too heavy, you are going to make me fall!" Y/N murmured, she felt almost mortified.

"And I am strong. Relax, my love, you are not about to fall," the High Lord of Autumn reassured his drowsy mate, laying her gently on a bed. He took off her boots and covered her with a blanket, meeting her sleepy and amused stare.

"I have hands, you know?" said Y/N suppressing a yawn and curling up in a more comfortable position.

"I am aware. Delightfully soft and gentle ones, while we're at it" he replied, his amber eyes looking at her with tenderness and his lips curved into a smirk. "Just grant me the pleasure of doing things for you, my little fox."

She did not hear him leave the room, falling asleep quickly despite her plans of staying awake.

_

The sea of Autumn was the opposite of what she had expected. Not a chilling silent expanse like the frozen waters of the Winter Court, and neither blue and lively like the crystal clear sea of the Summer Court. It was just calm.

Y/N was laying on the sand, observing the sky as the sunset was making the lilac clouds gleam of marigold orange light. In a past too far away from her to reach ever again, she had used to love painting the color of every sunset she used to admire, and every sunrise as well; she had painted until she had become incapable of finding the beauty in those afar horizons, so her paints and brushes had been abandoned on a forgotten path, never to be recovered again by the hands that had used them for so long, abandoned by the girl who had frantically attempted to remember the skies she would never see again once every night would fall.

Now on that silent beach of the Autumn Court, a place where she had ended up unexpectedly, her hands where unconsciously twitching, eager to hold a brush again.

There had been many things she had started doing again in the most recent times. Writing just for the taste of it and not only to confide in the silence of paper the small memorable moments of her days. Laughing sincerely. Finding peace in the security and quietness of hours spent in the arms of someone who truly cared about her.

The orange glow of the sky was starting to disappear, making way for cooler shades and silver stars when Y/N heard someone approaching. She smiled when Eris sat down next to where she was laying, leaning down to kiss her tenderly. She could tell that leaving the Forest House for a day was already benefiting him, even if he had spent the day buried in whatever duty he had there, by the sea. The dark shadows that she had got used to see under his eyes in the last few days were still there, but he seemed happier, as if he was breathing more freely. She rarely asked him about his duties as the High Lord of Autumn, only a few times after the mating bond had snapped between them she had shyly offered advice, during the long hours she had spended curled up on one of the sofas in his office, pretending to focus on a book but actually studying him, trying to figure him out. He had always immediately followed her advice, praising her for her ideas and encouraging her to always share her thoughts, advice that she sometimes followed reluctantly, she was still too used to her centuries of silence.

Y/N sat up just to be immediately pulled back down by her mate who had squeezed her in his arms and layed on the sand with a contented groan, her basically resting on his chest.

"Rude," she grumbled, failing to put on an annoyed expression when she felt his fingers brush through her hair. She looked up, Eris seemed almost carefree laying there with his eyes closed and her in his arms. The light of the sun, that was almost completely set on the horizon at that point, made his auburn hair resemble the fire he could create apparently as easily as breathing. Y/N lightly trailed her fingertips on his face, admiring his sharp features and freckles. A smirk curving her lips when an idea made its way into her head. Before Eris could comprehend what was going on she was already up, running to the sea and unceremoniously throwing her dress on the sand, wearing only a garnet red chemise when she abandoned hersel into the calm waters, gasping at the sudden coldness and starting to laugh at her mate who had winnowed to the shore and had tried to grab her before she collided with the placid waves and started to swim away. She did notice him enter the water until a pair of arms surrounded her waist. Eris didn't waste any time before starting to leave a trail of kisses along her shoulders, her shivers not caused by the icy feeling of the water anymore. Y/N could not resist turning around and crashing her lips against his. When Eris kissed her, it was always with his whole self, with his whole soul. And then in one moment it ended. He had winnowed them back to their chamber at the Villa.

"Now, why did you feel the need to do that? We were enjoying ourselves," Y/N grumbled rolling her eyes just to be met with an intense wave of heat, he was drying her off with a dramatically patient and exasperated expression on his face.

"We can enjoy ourselves without risking you getting sick," Eris replied, grabbing a blanket, warming it and wrapping her in, using his powers to make the flames in the fireplace roar to life.

"You are aware that I can take some cold, are you?" Y/N huffed, just to be pulled in for a kiss, hearing him saying something about that morning under his breath. She blushed, she had never really seen Eris shirtless and now the extent of the scars he usually hid by dressing immaculately was completely exposed to her eyes. She had only caught peeks of the scarring, when after his training or their time spent together the collar of his shirt often became undone.

He sensed her stare and for the first time since they had met each other she could tell that Eris was in difficulty, his characteristic boldness melted under her eyes. He looked down, picking up a shirt and putting it on, she had never seen him embarrassed before.

She wanted to ask, to know. But questions were superfluous. She had always known the Autumn Court as brutal and since she had ended up living there, the things she had heard about Beron Vanserra were enough of an answer for her unexpressed question.

Y/N had never learned how to react to someone else's pain, no one had even been so close to her heart to have those kind of moments in her presence. But Eris was her mate, the other half of her soul, the male who had been nothing but patient, protective and caring since the night they had met. So she walked up to him, clumsily trying to think about what to say and what to do to comfort him. She caressed the sides of his neck, with all the gentleness she was capable of, trying to send waves of affection through the bond.

"Please don't pity me" she heard him whispering, almost pleading with a vulnerability she had never witnessed in him.

Y/N didn't know how to respond. Instinctively her fingers started to gently slide the shirt he had put on, off of him. Eris didn't say anything, his eyes fluttering close as if he wanted to hide something. She set the shirt down on an armchair before looking at him. Her hands were at the sides of his neck again. This time she trailed her fingertips on his broad shoulders, his muscles flexing at the contact, Y/N could have sworn that she had felt him shiver. The scars that she was touching almost with reverence were just a small section, she could tell that they continued on his back even if she could not see them from where she was.

Eris tensed up when she hugged him, her face pressed against his chest. The scars there had been clearly made with a dagger, some were deep looking, she asked herself how he was still alive. Her fingers running gently over his back were reading a different story. The scars there were numerous, inflicted with blind violence, the lashings of a whip.

"I am not pitying you," as she said that he relaxed slightly, his lips pressing lightly on the crown of her head.

Eris sat on the edge of the bed, pulling her close to him. At the sight of his intense amber eyes looking at her with amazement and longing she could not resist kissing him softly, trying to express all of the words she found herself incapable of saying. As the kiss grew desperate she felt his arms holding her tightly, his face pressed into the curve of her neck.

They stayed like that for a long time before Eris started to kiss her again. Warm lips on hers, on her neck and then kissing along one of her arms until he reached her hand, and there he pressed a tender kiss on her knuckles.

Y/N became increasingly red the more he continued.

"When you blush your cheeks remind me of rose petals. Your lips feel like roses too". Eris' hoarse voice so close to her ears sent small shivers down her spine. The amber of his eyes seemed liquid, alive, as if a flame was burning inside of them. His usual sharp and attentive gaze was completely lost in his observation of her. His eyes followed the lines his fingers were tracing on her lips, her shoulders, the exposed skin of her chest, before stopping were her underdress started, as if he was admiring how the crimson of the fabric layed softly on her pale brests.

He looked up, silently asking for permission. Y/N felt as if she was falling down into an abyss, her knees weak as she nodded. She would not shy away. Eris sensed her uneasiness and laid a kiss on her forehead. Y/N closed her eyes, that simple contact was melting something inside of her. It felt like a promise, it was as if he was vowing to keep her safe, to hold her as she shed her last standing walls, completely surrendering to a real love for the first time. She slid the chemise off, the red fabric pooling at her feet.

Eris' eyes were as scorching as flames, his expression as he took her in was charged of the fire she had often wondered about. She was certain that he would consume her and bring her back to life at the same time. Despite everything, when he scooped her up in his arms and layed her on the soft pillows, his touch was gentle, as if she was the most precious and delicate thing he had ever encountered.

"Beautiful" he almost growled, his tone still hoarse, as he trailed his lips in between her breasts.

Y/N had always imagined that feeling his powerful body pressed against the softness of hers would have caused some embarrassment- but in that moment she didn't feel anything other than warm, safe, eager.

Eris' hands, his cleaver and capable hands, were everywhere. Fondling her breasts slowly, before torturing them with his lips. Sliding and squeezing the curve of her waist, caressing the softness of her belly. When he reached her thighs he made a sound that could only be described as animalistic. He looked at her for a moment, his smile feral as he lowered his face to her large thighs, his hands grasping and stroking the soft flesh as he sinked his teeth into one, starting to bite, kiss and tease her inner thighs. She felt reduced to a mess and they had barely even started.

She guided his head up again, her fingers sliding into his fiery hair and slightly tugging, he chuckle before capturing her lips again. She almost begged him to stop his exasperating teasing and in an uncharacteristic moment of mercy, he did- making her gasp of delight as she felt him inside of her, thrusting deeply as his hands kneaded her behind before pinning her wrists over her head and kissing her again. She was whimpering against his lips as his movements became harsher and his mouth attacked her neck. With each thrust she felt herself closer to coming undone and the sounds coming out of his mouth were speeding the process. She took pleasure in seeing him so taken by her, a few auburn strands falling on his temples, his eyes shining like citrines. As they both felt the release of falling over the edge of the pleasure that has been built up with each one of their movements, they both relaxed into the bed- holding each other as if they were both secretly trying to reassure themselves that the other was going to stay, forever.

Hours later when they finally had enough of exploring each other, they were both enjoying the cold silence of the dawn. The water they were relaxing in was not giving signs of cooling down, Y/N couldn't wait to discover all of the small ways Eris could use his powers. His hands, warmer than usual on her shoulders, felt comforting. His fingers gently massaging her, after washing her hair, were lulling her to sleep.

_

During her centuries of wandering around Prythian, Y/N had never indulged in celebrating the Day of Love. And when she had confessed her reluctance in recognising the importance of the holiday, she must have known by the look on his face that Eris had big plans. For him, her grumpy behaviour she displayed when talking about the day had been like throwing wood into a fire, he would give her the most romantic Day of Love she could imagine and he would enjoy watching her pretend that she was absolutely not blushing and melting inside because of his attention. So when he saw her green eyes light up at the sight of their chamber filled with bouquets of all her favourite flowers, he decided not to tease her too much and reduce her to a blushing, smiling mess yet. White clouds of jasmine and elaborated multicoloured orchids imported from the Continent, pastel violet tulips, peonies and roses, that were currently being destroyed by her cats, the one she had called Luna snacking on the red ones. His hounds were politely laying in front of the fireplace, observing the uncivilised small felines cause mischief around the compositions of flowers.

There were few things he enjoyed as much as witnessing the way she glowed in excitement everytime she received gifts. So after breakfast and after unwrapping a set of gold and emerald jewelry, a matching small dagger, the hilt decorated with an intricate pattern of golden leaves and an adequate amount of new books, they got ready for a day in the main city of the Autumn Court, were he literally bought anything she showed even the slightest interest in. They had lunch on a terrace overlooking the forest and spent the afternoon winnowing to some of her favourites places.

Later that night, after almost visiting half of Pyrithian and having dinner on the beach in Summer, Y/N admitted that after all she did have a surprise for him that day. An elaborate honey cake covered in fresh wild berries, with numerous layers and soft cream was waiting for them in their chamber. She had prepared it secretly the day before, almost embarrassed by herself for being too romantic and picking that specific day to accept Eris as her mate. She cut a slice and fed him a piece, his hand catching hers as tears of happiness started falling down his face, his lips kissing her fingertips as the golden thread that bonded their hearts became stronger, eternal. They both knew that they were about to spend a scandalous amount of time in that room.

[3rizu]

A Weeping Willow’s Dream

Wrapped around his finger

Contents: Geto x fem!reader - Gojo x fem!reader - Shoko x Utahime - explicit content: MDNI - fingering (f! receiving) - piv - clitoral play - modern au! - pet names (sweetheart, princess, honey, and etc) - ooc

Word Count: 5,049

A/N: If there’s any warnings missing please tell me

Chapter 1 | Chapter 3

From that day on, you and Suguru didn't take so much. You could only wonder who he was with during the time he didn't answer your messages. Until you opened your phone and saw that he had posted something on his Instagram, it was Kozumi and Suguru together on a date. You were angry. How could this happen after trying so hard to wait patiently by his side? How could you get angry when he was with another woman? Even though you knew this man was not yours and you had no right to feel this way about him.

Every day you'd ask Suguru to hang out with you as usual, but the answer was always the same. "I'll hang out with Zumi today, maybe tomorrow."

God, how it annoyed you that he kept talking and hanging out with her and not just using the nickname you and the girls had made up. If you weren't any smarter, you would have killed the man with how annoying he was becoming. You kept trying to get him to hang out with you, but it was no use. No matter what time or day he was with her.

Groaning filled the room; you were in your bedroom, yelling into your pillow after seeing another Instagram post of Suguru with her. You sighed as you turned off your phone, rolled over, and looked up at the ceiling. There was the soft buzz of a notification. It was Gojo. You cracked a small smile when you saw his name. You looked at the bunny you had added to his contact name because of his white hair and the way he seemed pure and innocent to you. When you opened the message, it was another cat meme.

Weirdo🐇: This is so me coded

You: I know you don't really have a personality

Weirdo🐇: You should have said I'm wrong and I have a great personality ✋🏻😔

You: Good? I'd say it's a pretty somewhat decent personality.

Weirdo🐇: You just keep hurting my feelings, honey

You: I know, I love doing it😈

Weirdo🐇: I know you keep doing it to me

You: Wanna hang out?

Weirdo🐇: Wait, really? Actually, never mind, let's hangout.

You: All right.

-

Satoru looked at you lovingly while you two were eating in a restaurant.

"Are you going to eat? Or are you going to look like a stick man for the rest of your life?"

"Wow, rude honey!"

"Oh shut up, you know I've said worse than that.”

"Yes you have, it's like your whole purpose is to humiliate me," He whined, covering his face with his hands.

"Who else is going to keep you humble? I know other girls just make your ego bigger than your brain.”

"Sometimes I love and hate the fact that you are not like the girls who are so in love with me.”

"You're just in need of girl who doesn't love you. That's what my pretty self is here for," You said mockingly, obviously joking when you said "pretty self".

He rolled his eyes at your words, "Of course I love it between us, sweetheart is beautiful, I take you out and you use me and I let you step all over me and you keep me humble.” He said jokingly to you.

"Oh please, you love it and wouldn't have it any other way, you weirdo."

"Obviously? I'm so in love with you, like step on me baby.”

"Weirdo, but I'll let it slide this time because you bought me food and you let me use your money while we were shopping."

"We? You mean you"

"Shut up, you literally said 'don't worry about it, I'll take care of it,' so don't even start.” you said, mocking his voice.

"Only because I want you to save your money and I have more than enough to spend on you, sweetheart."

You took the last bite of your food and drank some water, "Yes, I know you're rich and handsome.

"Hah! So you admit it, I am handsome." He grinned, happy that you had finally admitted that you found him attractive.

You rolled your eyes at his grin. "All right, you're not that bad looking, okay?"

"Better than you calling me a mole rat again."

-

"I had a great time today, Gojo."

"Well, I'm glad you did, I mean, I was just hoping I didn't screw up half the time." he told you truthfully, his eyes focused somewhere else, unable to maintain eye contact for too long.

"Well, you're a really sweet guy, Gojo, any girl would be lucky to have you." you would soon know which girl would be lucky to have him.

"Thank you, sweetheart, you're just as good as me, if not better, I'm sure you'll find yourself a good guy." he said, although he looked sad when he said it, knowing that he might not be the man for you.

"Well, see you some other time, Gojo, maybe I'll call you tonight," you said teasingly, knowing that he would jump at the chance to be on call.

"Yeah? That's great! I mean, um, yeah, whatever," he seemed excited as he softened his tone and brushed off your offer to call him.

"Got it, I'll call you later tonight, bye Gojo."

"Bye, sweetheart." his eyes followed you as you walked into your dorm.

You walked in and Shoko was in your shared dorm, sleeping in front of the TV, you smiled at that, covered her with a blanket and turned off the TV, then went to your bedroom.

-

You hummed as you called Satoru, music playing in the background. You had finally done what you had to do. You finished all the assignments that were due today and started on some that were due next week, then you studied for half an hour. After all that work, you took a well-deserved shower and then went into the kitchen to make some dinner. After the first few rings, he answered

"Honey?" He seemed out of breath, as if he had run to the phone after hearing it ring.

"Why are you so out of breath, were you so desperate to hear my voice that you ran to your phone after hearing it ring?

"Oh, shut up, I didn't."

You rolled your eyes at his obvious lie.

"Yeah right, so what were you doing then, working out for the ladies?"

"Nah, I only work out for you, honey, I have to look good for my future girlfriend."

You smiled at his words, thinking he was joking, "Is that so? You're really desperate if you're working out to look good for me."

"You'd rather I didn't?"

"Well... no, but I mean, it's not just about looks, you know?"

"Oh really?" He smiled when he heard your sweet answer.

"No, not really. Obviously you're an idiot; if you think looks are everything, then you're crazy. Sure, it's nice to have a guy who's attractive, but it's not all about that; if you like each other, you should want to commit to that person."

"Oh, you're that kind of girl? The one who's not too picky with her type of men, and you could say she's a goddess while the man looks, uh, not the best? Although you don't have to worry about that, sweetie, I'm handsome enough for you."

“Sure… You’re certainly something Gojo.”

“I’ll certainly be your everything in a while, sweetheart.”

You rolled your eyes at his dumb comment, “I promise you we will not end up together." You checked the time on your phone; it was 7:21 pm. The sun was setting, and you were a bit hungry, so you left your room to go to the kitchen.

"Ooh, where are we going?” He asked after having heard the noise of a door opening.

“I’m going to the kitchen, nosy. I want to eat something.”

—

9:37 pm

You were laying in bed watching a movie while you thought about Suguru. He still hadn’t replied to you. You paused the movie as you grabbed your phone, seeing the little bubble showing he was typing. A smile was on your face after noticing he was typing.

Suguru❤️: I was with Zumi, so I wasn’t on my phone.

You: Oh, that’s fine :3

Suguru❤️: What were you doing? You usually text me throughout the entire day.

You: I was out with a friend. :D

Suguru❤️: Oh okay, I’m going to bed gn.

You: Alright, goodnight. :P

Giggling filled your entire room after Suguru finally texted you after he had not been responding for the day. Though you were a little ticked off having seen his text of him saying he had been with Kozumi. You wondered why he had been with her; you just hoped that they did not start hooking up. Then it would’ve been pointless to have been by his side the entire time just for him to find a new toy. 

 

Though you had been with him the entire time while he slept with other girls, Kozumi was different, and you knew that. The way his gaze would soften every time he would look at her made you angry and jealous, but most of all, you were envious of her achieving the one thing you had been trying to achieve. What was worse was the fact that she wasn’t even trying to get with him; they just happened to meet each other while you were hanging out with her.

 

You could only hope Suguru would get rid of her soon, or he would get tired of her and stop seeing her. Which would mean for you that he was all yours again to keep for yourself. Though if he did, you were going to make sure that another girl would not be able to pique his interest even a tiny bit. The next time you weren’t going to take any chances with him leaving you and ignoring you. 

 

The one feeling you felt right now was worry. What if Suguru wouldn’t get over her? What if Suguru stopped talking to you at all? The thought of it made a shiver go down your spine, knowing that if he was as in love as he looked, you were so fucked. You shook your head, trying not to think of it getting comfortable in bed and trying to sleep before you started overthinking much more.

 

—

 

8:21 pm

You had woken up a while ago due to Shoko making herself breakfast and Utahime arriving at the house to hang out with her. You sat down on the table eating breakfast after having thanked Shoko multiple times. Her food was good after Utahime had taught her how to cook a lot better after Shoko almost burned down her kitchen trying to cook Utahime breakfast.

“Thank you, Shoko, for cooking breakfast.”

“You’ve said that a million times already. I’m surprised you’re still repeating the same words.”

“You already know her, Shoko; she likes to thank you profusely for the most simple things.”

“I know you’re just a sweetheart. Although Suguru does not deserve you." Shoko said to you sweetly before her voice turned cold, mentioning Suguru.

“Come on, don’t say that, Shoko.”

“You know I’m right. He doesn’t deserve you; me and Utahime have seen how he looks at Kozumi. You really think he’s going to come back to you?”

“You just don’t understand Shoko.”

“I do understand it’s happened multiple times to other friends of mine, and I will not stand by on the sidelines watching you get your heartbroken for a man who doesn’t even deserve to breathe the same air as you.”

“Hey Shoko, settle down, she knows." Utahime spoke softly to try and calm Shoko down before she tried something stupid.

“I just can’t let that happen to you. He’s going to ruin you, and you’ll come back to him because you’re wrapped around his finger." Shoko was angry, you could tell by the way she spoke, but she wasn’t angry at you; mostly it was at Suguru.

Suguru had known he was a bad man for you, yet he stuck around and let you get attached.

“Shoko, he’ll come around, I’m sure of it.”

“You better hope that he does.”

—

It was the evening of September 14. It was a bit chilly, so you decided to take a coat outside even though you’d get in your car just in case you needed to go out to get your cat/dog food and also something for yourself since you were also a bit hungry. You got into your car, starting up the engine, and driving to the store, listening to music while driving. The store came to view as you pulled into the parking lot, making sure you parked correctly before locking your car and heading inside the store.

 You looked around, looking for the aisle where the pet food was. You continued walking around to find it before you spotted someone familiar. It was Suguru and Kozumi laughing together while they were shopping. He had his arm around her waist; you were angry; how could he do this to you? You always went shopping together since you always got similar things, and you both had the time to go together, but he had decided to go with Kozumi, of course. 

 

Everything was about Kozumi; he could be drowning, but he’d say I have to reply to Kozumi's text. Gosh, you were so sick of the constant excuses. You turned around and just went to buy your cat/dog food. As you were leaving the store, you saw Gojo. 

 

“Oh sweetheart, what are you doing here?”

 

“Oh, Gojo. I was just getting my cat/dog food.”

 

“That’s nice you doing anything else right now?”

 

“Like if I’m going out or something? If you are asking that no.”

 

“Mm, that’s good, sweetheart. Wanna hang out a bit? Maybe we can go to my place to eat dinner together or something?”

 

“Actually yeah, that’d be nice to do. I was going to just watch movies all afternoon after doing schoolwork.”

 

"Boring, it’s great I’m here.”

 

"Yeah, I guess so.”

 

—

 

“Gojo, are you playing careless whisper?” You asked after having heard the start of the song.

 

“Uhh, no?” Gojo seemed guilty, acting as if he wasn’t lying.

 

“You lying ass bitch, you totally are.” 

 

"C'mon, I was trying to be romantic.” He whined, leaning his body against the wall.

 

"Yeah, you’re so romantic, Gojo." You said sarcastically while looking at him.

 

“Quit it, I hate you.”

 

"No, you don't.”

 

"No, I don't.” He said quickly, knowing what he said previously was a complete lie.

 

“Anyways let's continue I wanna eat so let’s hurry with this food”

“Of course sweetheart anything for my precious princess” He said sarcastically his gaze turning back towards the food on the stove

“Yes cook for me peasant” You said grinning, acting as if he was some sort of servant.

“Of course nothing but the best for my princess” He said as he served you dinner and placed it in front of you.

“Thanks you’re the best Gojo”

“No problem, I don't mind doing this for you. When it’s something for you I’ll do it in a heartbeat” He said acting as if you were a goddess

“You really are desperate to win me over”

“I have to work hard to win your love or else some other guy might scoop you up and take you away.”

“You’re a sweet guy Gojo. Although you deserve someone a lot better than me.”

“You don’t decide what’s better for me plus you’re my someone better in any situation” He said as his gazes softened looking directly at you.

“You’re horrible” You sighed hearing his words.

“Yet, you stick around.“

“Which other person allows me to use their card all the time”

“Only me because I’m the best option for you”

“Mm nope”

“I feel like my heart has broken into two” He said placing his hand over his heart being dramatic

“Oh shut up now let’s eat” He only frowned at your words because he wanted to continue talking.

“Yes princess whatever you like” He said, serving himself food and sitting next to you starting to eat together. To him this is the first step of his plan to get you to like him.

—

It was now a bit later than midnight and you were at home while Shoko was with Utahime staying at her place since she had gotten drunk from them going out to a club. A soft knock was heard on your front door, you didn’t want to be stupid so you checked the peephole to make sure it wasn’t some type of murder but it was just Suguru. You opened the door surprised he was here so late, especially with him always being with Kozumi.

“Suguru? What the hell are you doing here?” You were curious to know what he’d say since it had been a couple weeks when he had last come to your place.

“Oh uhm I couldn’t sleep or whatever it doesn’t matter. Can I come in?” He said he seemed a bit desperate. It was weird but who were you to tell the man you love no?

“Yeah, come inside Suguru. Want anything to drink?” You asked as he walked in while you closed and locked the door behind him.

“No, thank you.”

“Did something happ-“ Suguru interrupted you as he pulled into a kiss your arms wrapped around his neck.

“Just stay quiet please”

He pulled away grabbing onto your hand leading you towards your bedroom. He laid you gently on the bed taking your clothes off with the utmost care. It was weird to say the least when he had never been so gentle and loving.

“Is this alright?” He said looking up at you his gaze softened as if you were an angel, his thumb over your puffy clit while he rubbed it.

“Sugu, is something w-wrong?” You asked, trying to breathe steadily while he slipped a finger into your velvety walls.

“Just stay quiet and let yourself enjoy this.”

He said focusing back onto your cunt fingering it while he curled his fingers hitting your g-spot perfectly. You bit back your moans, your hands tugging on his hair. He kept his fingers inside thrusting them in at a steady pace, you whined helplessly tugging on his hair harder getting closer to your release before he pulled out ripping away your orgasm.

“Why’d you stop?” You whined as he worked on taking his pants off along with his boxers.

“If I don’t put my dick in you, I’ll cum in my pants.” He said as he cock stood up slanted a little due to the girth of it.

“Is that a good thing?” You said looking at his cock the red angry tip with pearly white precum coming out of his tip you forced your gaze onto his pretty purple eyes.

“Yeah, it’s a good thing.” He looked at you while you had your gaze on his cock, you seemed enamored with it, he chuckled at the fact you seemed to love his cock.

He said bringing you closer to the edge of the bed fixing your legs onto his shoulders. His hands held onto the shaft of his cock rubbing it against your slit covering the tip of his cock in your slick. The bulbous tip slipped into your velvety walls makes your hands grip onto the bed sheets. Although he had been inside of you more times than you could count he filled you up to the brim every time he slipped in.

He thrusted in out of you at a quick but steady pace, you tried holding back your moans covering your mouth with your hand. He looked at you with his gaze softened before taking your shirt off letting his hand wander behind your back and unclipping your bra letting your tits free. Although he noticed your hand on your mouth again.

“Nuh uh. Take your hand off now”

“S-sugu ‘s not fair g-gonna be loud” He grinned you were already fucked dumb he knew he had this type of affect on you especially if he hadn’t given you any attention previously.

“Well I don’t care” You took your hand off gripping onto the sheets while he sped up.

He hummed seeing you fucked dumb before he sped up going faster.

“Holy shit, I love your cunt” He kept his eyes shut tightly enjoying the clench of your cunt keeping him inside milking him of all his worth.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum.” He whimpered, speeding up while your hand went down to play with your clit, your finger working fast on it to cum with him at the same time.

“Wanna cum at the same time? Mm that's it?” He said softly, speeding up his release so close.

“Shit, Kozumi you’re so tight.”

Your eyes widened at his words while you sat up. “What the fuck did you just say?”

“What? I didn’t say anything?”

“Did you just call me Kozumi?!” You asked angrily, screaming at him, how could he have the audacity to come to your house? And moan another girls name.

“Calm down” He said nervously, a bit scared you had never screamed at him, always speaking softly to him and taking care of him.

“What’s wrong with you!? You come into my house and moan another girl's name?! Especially hers!?” You were angry, although angry was an understatement, it was one thing for him to start ignoring you to be with her, but to say and moan her name while fucking?

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to!”

“Get the fuck out. I’m sorry Suguru, I'm so sick of your shit! I have stayed loyal to you time and time again even when you ignored me to entertain other women but this? No.”

“Don’t make me out to be the bad guy! Did I ask you to stay loyal to me? No, you did that because you were so infatuated with me. It was you who didn’t mind waiting for me even if it meant you’d see me with other women”

You stayed quiet, he was right. Suguru never asked you to stay loyal to him, this was your fault you allowed yourself to get hurt.

“Well yeah you’re right! But this time I am not putting up with your bullshit!”

“Good! I was getting sick of you anyway!”

“Get out, Suguru!”

His phone buzzed with a notification silencing the both of you. It was her Kozumi asking if he could come over and watch a movie with her.

“You know what Kozumi is way better than you”

“Just get out of my house, Suguru. I can't be with you anymore” Tears fell down your cheeks his words hurt as if he had twisted the knife he had already stabbed in your heart.

“…” He stayed silent, he felt guilty for making you cry even though he had said those things to you no woman could compare to you but he would die in a ditch before he would admit he was wrong and he wanted you as his girlfriend. Either way Suguru knew there was going to be no coming back from this.

Meanwhile you cried helplessly, you felt pathetic. How could you let him hurt you this way? Shoko warned you but you didn’t listen, this was your own fault. You kept sobbing hiccuping every once in a while. Although you kept crying for an hour till you fell asleep.

-

4:02 am

Shoko and Utahime arrived at the house, they saw your room open. Utahime led Shoko to her bedroom before going to check up on you, seeing the dry tears on your cheeks she knew what had happened, especially with how you were naked barely covered by the bed sheets. Utahime put a blanket over your body so you wouldn’t freeze overnight, you felt your body warm up and shifted while asleep.

Utahime left your bedroom to turn the heater up a bit so you and Shoko wouldn’t freeze. Although it was also a good thing because then it would be warm in the morning especially with it starting to become more cold.

-

8:12 am

Shoko had just woken up after Utahime woke her up, she knew she’d have to deal with one hungover person and another heartbroken person. Utahime had left you in the bathroom to shower while she took care of the rest cleaning up your bedroom although she hated knowing what had happened previously, but you were her friend too and you needed some support right now.

“Thank you, Utahime. You’re so sweet to me” You said as you looked at your clean room everything was organized properly.

“No problem, I can tell you had a tough time last night… Do you want to talk about it?”

“Uhm, are you sure?”

“Why would I ask if I didn’t want to hear?” Utahime asked as if it was stupid that she’d say anything and now want to listen.

“Well, she was right. Suguru moaned Kozumi’s name last night when we were having sex and then to put the cherry on top he left to go to her place.”

“Oh my gosh. Are you alright? I know that must’ve been hard to deal with, especially if you didn’t like her.”

“No, not really. It just feels horrible.” You started tearing up, remembering what had happened and how you felt while Utahime came by your side, comforting you. She held onto you, hugging you, although you hadn’t changed, and your hair was soaking wet.

“You know your hair is so wet it’s wetting me,” she said, chuckling as she tried to lighten the mood. It worked; you chuckled a bit before looking back up at her, the corners of your mouth betraying the heaviness in your heart.

“Sorry,” you murmured, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand. “I didn’t mean to get so emotional. It’s just… everything feels so overwhelming right now.”

Utahime nodded, her expression softening. “I get it. It’s okay to feel that way. Sometimes, it’s easier to hold everything in, but it just builds up until it spills over.”

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. “I thought I could handle it. I really did. But when I saw him leaving to be with Kozumi, it just hit me like a truck. I didn’t expect to care so much.”

“People have a way of surprising us,” she replied gently, her fingers playing with the ends of your damp hair. “It’s normal to feel hurt, especially when it comes to someone you thought you could trust. It’s even harder when they move on so quickly.”

You sighed, the weight of her words settling around you like a warm blanket. “It’s just that I thought we had something special. I thought he saw me the way I saw him.”

“Sometimes, what we want and what the other person wants don’t align,” Utahime said, her voice steady. “It doesn’t diminish what you felt. It just means that the timing or the feelings weren't mutual.”

The rain continued to patter softly around you, a soothing soundtrack to your thoughts. You took a moment to gather your emotions, feeling the warmth of Utahime's embrace grounding you. “I just feel so foolish. Like I invested so much into something that was never real.”

“Don’t say that. Your feelings were real, and they were valid. Just because someone doesn’t reciprocate doesn’t mean your emotions were wasted. You loved, and that’s a beautiful thing—even if it hurts right now.”

You looked up at her, gratitude swelling in your chest. “How do you always know the right thing to say?”

She shrugged, a playful smile creeping across her face. “Years of practice. Besides, I’ve been in your shoes before. It’s a tough lesson, but you’ll come out stronger. Just give yourself time to heal.”

You nodded, feeling a flicker of hope amidst the pain. “I guess I just need to take it one day at a time.”

“Exactly. And when you feel ready, we can go out, do something fun. You know, take your mind off things,” Utahime suggested, her enthusiasm infectious.

“Like what?” you asked, curiosity piqued.

“Maybe a trip to that new café downtown? I heard they have amazing pastries. Or we could hit up that arcade you love,” she replied, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

“An arcade sounds perfect.” You said, feeling a smile tugging at your lips. “I could use some distraction, and I know I’d have fun with you.”

“Great! Just promise me you won’t dwell on her while we’re out. Let’s make it a day to forget about everything else,” Utahime said, squeezing your shoulder.

You took another deep breath, feeling lighter. “Deal. I’ll try my best.”

As the rain began to lighten, you both stood there for a moment, enjoying the rhythm of the world around you. The air was fresh, and the dampness felt rejuvenating. It was as if nature itself was washing away the remnants of your heartache.

“Hey, look at it this way,” Utahime said, grinning. “Every time it rains, it only means the sun will shine brighter afterward. Just like you. You’ll shine again, I promise.”

“Thanks, Utahime,” you replied, your heart swelling with warmth for your friend. “I really don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Just remember, I’m always here. Now, let’s go grab some dry clothes and plan our arcade adventure!” she said, pulling you along, her laughter mixing with the sound of the rain, a melody of hope and friendship.

Finally Utahime left, leaving you to change into actual clothing. You felt a lot better knowing she was going to be there to help you, and you already knew Shoko would be angry at Suguru for breaking your heart in such a cold hearted way.

Credit for dividers: @plutism

[crimeronan]

I think if Willow gets introduced to the AU anytime before Amity understands that Luz and Hunter aren’t together she’d just get really annoyed (beyond the feelings of “ah fuck I’m about to lose everything for being Horrible”) because “why does every girl I’ve ever had a big stupid lesbian crush on like this bitchy mean sad wet cat/dog pet thing named Hunter”

you know when people say posts have a golden ratio of words?? that's this. this is literally a perfect ask.

[cryptidclaw]

Oakfeather (aka. Stormfur)! He has been brought back from the dead (atleast for a bit longer) due to high demand hehe

Design wise, Oak is pretty similar to his father Greystripe, though he has similar stripes to his grandfather Oakheart who he was named after! He is a brownish shade of gray (he also got the brown tint from his grandfather) and Oakfeather's pelt color is pretty similar to the bark of a lot of oak trees which can be kind of gray! He also has one blue eye and one orange eye like his sister (though the blue one is covered moslty by is hair) but they are the opposite ones to his sister!

In RoC Silverstream is the daughter of Oakheart and Willowbreeze, and she named both of her kits after her parents (as well as Graystripe's mom Willowpelt)! Oak and Willow both received the same title (suffix) showing their bond as siblings! I also really like that they both have tree names!

Oak and Willow went though hell together during River Order's era in Tiger Order, and they came out of it extremely bonded. Their mother died weak from getting less food and not receiving care for an illness, Oak was sick as well but he was able to survive, this made Willow extra protective of her brother. Willow is the more feisty sibling, and she was the one to fight back the most during this time, resulting in her receiving a lot more scars. Oak was more hesitant, he feared the wrath of Tigerstar and his followers, he has never fully forgiven himself for not fighting back and helping his sister, he blames himself for several of her injuries because she had been protecting him while he did nothing to fight back.

After Tigerstar was defeated the two siblings had very different outlooks on their Order and lives. Willow never forgave River Order for what happened to her family, she especially had a hatred for Leopardstar and the cats who agreed with Tigerstar. However she chooses to keep a more upbeat, friendly and positive attitude, keeping her anger boiling underneath her happy exterior. On the other hand, Oakfeather is much more loyal to his Order, he mostly believed Leopardstar when she claimed that she regretted Tiger Order, and only did it to protect the Order. Oak loves River and for the most part forgave the Order for what had happened, choosing to mostly blame Tigerstar and his lackeys. 

Oak still deals with a lot of regret and fear however. He regrets that he did not do more to protect Willow, but he is still fearful of fighting back. Maybe part of why he so easily forgave his order was because he feared continuing to hate them and continuing to fight them. This fear to fight back upsets him however and he wants to break free of it he wants to be brave, but he believes he is a coward.

Oak didnt become fast friends with Crow, he found him annoying and weird, but Willow brought Crow out of his shell, and Oak came to think of Crow like a little brother and felt a strong spark of protectiveness for the young cat. 

When Willowfeather was chosen to go on the journey with the other prophecy cats, Oak refused to let her go on her own. He couldnt bare the idea of being separated form his sister, and he didnt want her to be alone.

He, along with his sister was hesitant of Tawnyclaw and Brambleflower at first, but they realized over time that they had nothing to fear form the two kits of Tigerstar, they even found they could relate to them greatly. Bramble and Oak both related to eachother due to their similar insecurities, and Oak noticed that Willow and Tawny got along due to their fiesty protective attitudes. 

in this version of events, it is not Willowfeather who dies killing sharptooth in the mountains, it is Oakfeather. 

When Sharptooth found its way into the Mountain colony’s cave and it cornered Crow, Willowfeather rushed to her friend to help him, but she was only cornered as well. Oak stood frozen horrified watching from a higher ledge in the cave. He was frozen just like he had been as an apprentice in Tiger Order, unable to protect his sister. Unlike back then however, Oak snapped out of his frozen state, and in that moment made the decision to fight back one last time, to finaly protect his sister, and to protect his friend! He was the one who jumped up on and broke the spike on the ceiling of the cave and he was the one to fall with the sharp stone onto Sharptooth. 

Oakfeather died with his friends he had made and his sister by his side.

Willowfeather would later choose to stay in the mountains when the Orders traveled back through to find their new territory. She would stay where her brother was buried and find happiness with her mate Brook, with whom she had a kit who she named Oaktree. 

And when she hears word that the Orders are in dander due to Hawkfrost.. now Hawkstar, she would remember her brother’s love and loyalty to River Order, and she would return to help end Hawkstar’s reign over her old home!

[Image ID: a digital drawing of Oakfeather, an au version of Stormfur from warrior cats. He is sitting with his right side showing, he has a happy expression and he has his mouth open like he is talking. He is a long furred, fluffy gray tabby tom with one blue eye and one orange eye. He has a long hair tuft on his head which covers his right eye (the blue one) almost entirely and the fur around his neck is extra long and fluffy like a mane. He has white on his muzzle, chest and paws, and he has scars on his shoulder. His inner ears, nose, paws and scars are all light pink./End ID]

[captain-ghost]

seal point drusilla is extremely real omg now i wanna make my own buffy cat designs <- guy who has yet to post their torchwood cats

okay i'm gonna bounce ideas off you. i like the blotched on your buffy so i'm thinking cream blotched for her and maybe cream smoke for spike?

red willow. for obvious reasons. i'm thinking solid, maybe also with a blotched pattern, probably with white. xander.... black tabby? bicolor? yeah i think that works. mackerel, probably

dru is a seal point, like you said. angel could be black bicolor or black blotched tabby with white, or possibly even blue tabby? i couls also make him silver. hmm

anya would also be cream, i think i'd go mackerel for her. giles is probably a black tabby with white, but i need to think on the pattern. another blotched? maybe.

all these cats and not a single tortoiseshell.... maybe i'll make dawn a tortie. blue tortoiseshell dawn sounds like fun. that means joyce also has to be a tortie. but i'm not allowed to put any more pictures in here. sad. anyway i'll stop annoying you now <3

(btw i'm ignoring all breeds in the pictures they're just for the colours)

These are all so real. I actually did have a lighter design for Spike that I used for a while, but I changed it because it wasn't vibing quite right with me. I went darker with him because I wanted to incorporate the fact that he's big evil dark vampire ooo, and also the fact that he's got naturally darker hair and shouldn't have gotten his hands on the bleach.

I also thought about making Willow an orange cat, but I decided on tortie because a) I haven't done many tortie designs and I love, and b) I wanted to incorporate a bit of black cat into her, since she's a witch.

I didn't mention it last time but I was also thinking some variation of a tabby design for Cordelia too, but still gotta think about that.

[girlboss-malewife-gauntlet-melee]

ROUND 1 MATCH 31: HUNTLOW VS. ZOE/WASH

Huntlow Propaganda: "omg omg OK so Hunter is like mega strong still but like, when it comes to Willow he's so, like, pathetic and he just sorta listens to her and looks ay her." "hunter is an absolute wet cat and willow is an absolute TANK, if i remember correctly in the finale willow lifts him into her big beefy arms and twirls him, they are bi4pan, the girl who loves plants and the boy who literally grew underground <3"

Zoe/Wash Propaganda: "They love, like, and respect each other SO MUCH." "A happily married girlboss/malewife couple featuring Zoe, the stoic, battle-hardened first mate of the spaceship Serenity, and her goofy pilot husband Wash. Featuring moments such as: Wash tries to go on a mission, immediately gets taken hostage and tortured, and Zoe marches in and carries her poor husband out of there. A tradwife asks if Zoe wants to cook for her husband; one glance from Zoe has Wash laughing nervously and going, "Isn't she quaint?" When a hot woman tries to seduce Wash so she can steal their ship: Wash: [I'm] madly in love with a beautiful woman who can kill me with her pinky. Woman: I've been too forward. Wash: No. Well, yes. But I actually like that in a woman. That's part of why Zoe and I are, as previously mentioned, married. Woman: I thought... she didn't seem to respect you. Wash: Not everybody gets me and Zoe at first glance. [rambles about how much he loves Zoe until the woman, now extremely annoyed, simply knocks him unconscious] Zoe: If I'm gonna wear a dress, I want something with some slink. Wash: [overly excited] You want a slinky dress? I can buy you a slinky dress! Captain, can I have money for a slinky dress? Zoe, to the captain: Sir, I need you to take the helm, please. I need this man to tear all my clothes off. [grabs Wash by the collar of his shirt and drags him away] When both are being interrogated by the Alliance: Interrogator: Is there any particular reason you don't wish to discuss your marriage? Zoe: Don't see that it's any of your business, is all. We're very private people. [cuts to Wash's interrogation] Wash: The legs! Oh, yeah! I definitely have to say it was her legs. You can put that down! Her legs, and right where her legs meet her back. That... actually, that whole area. That and, and above it. Wash: [very enthusiastically] Have you seen what she wears? Forget about it. Have you ever been with a warrior woman?"

[limulusamebocytelysate]

Publishing now my Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell daemon opinions:

Mr Norrell: might take a little research to narrow down for sure which exact species but. neurotic prey animal, I'm leaning towards rabbit. If you ask Norrell, he'll say that he's happy she settled as something so English and sensible, but in his secret heart of hearts he wishes she settled as something wild and romantic like a hare, but that's all very tied up with his (perceived(?)) abandonment by the Raven King and the whole "burying your heart in the winter woods" thing. When they were younger, she probably spent a lot of time as a crow. I think he also resents how weak and vulnerable a rabbit-daemon makes him look, so he pushes her away as much as possible, whereas she (being of a very anxious disposition, and also representing the part of him that still hopes for the King's return) does her level best to cling as close as possible. Thus Norrell is at eternal war with himself.

Strange: a small english hawk, suitably magician-y (I'm a Norrell fan at heart, I don't have any massive insight into Strange). They get on well, Strange isn't well adjusted but he likes who he is.

Childermass: weasel. Incredibly close, almost of one mind despite quite a long range. Childermass strikes me as someone who doesn't lie to himself and is more self-aware than most, thus there's very little emotional distance between him and his daemon and she can stray quite far from him without getting lost. The weasel is only borderline-appropriate for a servant's daemon, being small, brown, and unnoticeable but also being a predator known for ferocity, cunning, and resourcefulness. He's very pleased with her shape and she's very pleased with him, if a little critical at times.

Segundus: a jay – a member of the corvid family so magician associated, but a small and secretive forest bird. Also quite a pretty bird, not somber like a crow or a rook. Honeyfoot is a pheasant. I'm influence here by the lovely fic from dust we came (which I also must credit for getting me thinking about the topic) which I entirely agree with on the topic of Honeyfoot = brown game bird.

Drawlight: a rat, but a small enough rat that he can say his daemon's a mouse. Obviously, Drawlight hates him and dearly wishes he'd settled as something pretty and rare but nope. Rat. An intelligent and social animal, which is also a synonym for a turncoat.

Lascelles: a really smug cat. Like a Persian or something. Highly bred, snooty, nice contrast with Drawlight.

Emma Pole: a fox, perhaps. Something that handles captivity very badly. I don't think Emma actively likes herself, and she certainly doesn't like her life, but she very much believes that she deserves better, so her daemon likes her. A classic inner "don't give up!! Tear them to pieces!!" voice I think.

Arabella Strange: dog daemon. A terrier. Considered approachable and friendly, an inquisitive mind that will ferret out secrets.

Stephen Black: a difficult one, but I think his daemon is quite normal, fitting in with how much he conforms to english society. Best if there's some noble/regal flipside. A badger? Sensible and dutiful associations, very English, but also. A badger has teeth and is very much a predator, high up in current English food chains. Also in the Wind in the Willows the Badger was like the wise powerful guy living in the dangerous woods and that fits with who Stephen becomes.

Vinculus: a drab parrot, rare and exotic and special but doesn't look like it. Annoying and loud.