#anyways what i am saying is we are only seeing the tip of the cat iceberg

[lionfanged]

y’know, i have always said that modern verse atticus is capped at having 15 cats, but that was a lie. with more home space comes more cats.

[hysteria-things]

TOUR (part one)

read part two here

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: sub!matt x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: matt’s been on tour for about a month, meaning he hasn’t seen or done anything with you in a month. he takes matters into his own hands when he’s finally alone, but he does need your help with it.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT, mentions underage drinking, swearing, male masturbation, overstimulation (kinda)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 830

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: umm guys i literally woke up to over a hundred notifications??? thank you SO much i didn’t expect this to happen at all. i’m having so much fun with this🥲

my notes app is COOKING right now and the ideas are ideaing. you guys and your support makes me low key emotional LMAO

i want to try and post once a day but i might do more than once sometimes instead because i am HYPE.

also conflicted if i should make a part two so let me know!

it’s friday night and you’re sitting in your best friend’s living room. the two of you and other close friends come together some weekends to hang out. you guys have been laughing, drinking (despite being underage by a year), watching TV, or playing games. in the middle of laughing, you feel your phone buzz repeatedly underneath your thigh. you lift your leg to retrieve it, seeing an incoming phone call from your boyfriend matt.

“hey, sorry. mind if i take this?” you ask the group, lifting your phone so they can see the screen.

“not at all.” your best friend smiles.

you get up from the couch. “thanks. continue the game without me.”

you speed walk to the bathroom and close the door accepting the call and bringing it to your ear. “hello?”

“hey.” he breathes out.

“hey, you.” you smile. “how are you doing?”

“fine,” he says. he’s silent for a beat before speaking again. “sorry i didn’t talk to you much today. it’s been busy, but we just finished the tampa show.”

you haven’t seen matt in over a month because he’s been touring with his brothers across the country. you couldn’t be more proud, but you guys miss each other like crazy.

“did you win?”

“damn right i did, baby,” he says hoarsely. he sounds a bit strange to you, but you shrug it off as exhaustion. doing shows almost every day can wear somebody out.

but oh boy are you wrong.

on the other line, matt sits on his bed in the tour bus with his hand wrapped around his dick. your recent post on instagram is displayed on his screen as you talk about your day on the other end, having no clue what’s happening.

the post consists of you posing, wearing a short navy blue dress. your tits practically spilled out of the top.

“…was crazy.” you finish. “anyway, is tour fun so far? it’s almost over already.”

“uh huh.” he squeezes his eyes shut and throws his head back. he hisses, his movements gradually becoming faster. he’s sensitive, and it hurts so fucking bad. he needs to release, but only you have the power to make him come undone.

“matt? you okay? you sound off.” you ask concerned.

“keep talking, baby. i’m so close.”

you go to say something, but instead, press your ear closer to the phone. you hear shuffling and grunting. it doesn’t take a mastermind to figure out what he’s doing.

“you’re being risky, matthew.” you say teasingly, a whine escaping his lips. he prefers being called matt, but with you, matthew rolls perfectly off of your tongue. “where’s everybody else, hm?”

“at the store,” he says shakily, his hand pumping faster. he takes his thumb and twirls it around his red tip where pre-cum is threatening to spew out. “i need to cum so bad.”

“then do it, baby. pretend it’s me making you feel so good,” you say seductively, biting your lip as you hear his sounds of pleasure.

you get that familiar feeling in your core, but because you’re at a friend's, you’ll feel weird doing it in her bathroom.

guess you’ll have to wait until you’re all alone.

“fuck.” he whispers, stomach jerking. he thrusts up into his fist a few times to finish the job. he whines as he makes a mess all over his stomach and thighs.

he whines again, purposely trying to overstimulate himself. “matt, don’t overdo it. you’re too sensitive.” you say, knowing he didn’t stop because you can still hear the commotion.

“please.” he exhales. “one more.”

“hold on,” you reply, opening the camera app on the phone. you pull the straps down of your dress and pull out your boobs, pushing them together and snapping a picture. you know how much matt goes crazy over them. you send the photo, waiting for his reaction.

you bring the phone back up to your ear to hear a sigh of “holy fuck” fall from his mouth.

“i need to fuck your tits so bad.” he groans, throwing his head back as he tries to reach his second orgasm.

you bite your lip to hide your smile, enjoying this a little too much. the wet noises on the other line drive you insane.

“i’m gonna— fuck, i’m cumming.” he lets out a loud moan as he makes another mess, his dick red and swollen. he’s still not satisfied, because you’re not there. he continues pumping his cramped hand, but you and he both know it’s no use.

“matt, that’s enough.” you say sternly. “don’t do it too much, okay? it’ll hurt.”

he obliges, removing his hand and lying there. his breathing starts to slow, but he’s still panting. “i miss you so much.”

“i miss you too.” you coo. “just a few more days, okay?”

“okay,” he mumbles.

you lied.

what matt doesn’t know is that you have a plane ticket for tomorrow, to fly out to ft. lauderdale for the last show.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

@bunbunbl0gs @lexisecretaccx @thy-mission @angelic-sturniolos111 @sophssturn @mattsneezing

[cookeybg]

Unexpected Cohabitation a JonDami fic

Before we get to the story I have a few words to say...

First of all, Hello!

Not sure if this will reach anyone, but I had an itch to write, so I did. I almost never post anything. I have reposted a couple things but I'm mostly a lurker and enjoy others creativity and thoughts, I like to think of myself as a cat with few brain cells.

Anyways, I read a manga YEARS ago and enjoyed it greatly and thought to myself, "Wouldn't it be funny/interesting if Jon and Damian were stuck in this situation?" Let's see if anyone eventually gets what manga I was reminiscing.

Now, this is the first time I've ever posted anything I've written and I am not confident AT ALL if this is going to be any good, but I really hope someone out there enjoys reading it as much as I've enjoyed writing it...Also not sure if I should post it on Ao3???

Well enough of my ramblings on to the story.

Title: Unexpected Cohabitation

Main Characters: Jonathan Kent and Damian Wayne (some of the others show up too, the list is too long)

Eventual relationship: Jonathan Kent/Damian Wayne (my fave)

Stuff to know: No capes, reverse robins, high school AU, no smut, no Brucie Wayne, I know nothing about sports but it will show up, (aaand I think that's it, will add more if it comes up)

Part 1 - Chapter 1

Jon placed his lunch tray next to Kathys’ as he discreetly looked around the lunch room trying to catch a glimpse of his crush. He had only briefly seen him at the mall during summer break and in a panic hid from him behind a rack of clothes. He had regretted not saying hello and had daydreams of himself going up to him, all cool and complementing the brown eyed boy’s pink fluffy hair and then asking him out to watch a movie at the mall theater. Sadly, the daydreams would come crashing down when he remembered his mother placing shirts in front of him and trying to measure him up before heading into the dressing room. It’s not that he was embarrassed of his mom its just, he was wearing sweats and an old hoodie since none of his clothes fit him anymore due to his growth spurt and, well, his mom could be a bit much, sometimes. Throughout the whole shopping trip when she would meet an acquaintance or friend she kept gushing about how quick kids grew and how she wished they would just stop sometimes. Jon would have to bury himself if anyone from school had been exposed to that.

“Looking for Jay?” Kathy asked. Jon looked at Kathy like a deer caught in the headlights and immediately turned red. He sat down abruptly causing his tray to nearly tip unto him. He scrambled to right his milk carton before it fell. Once settled, he sighed and mumbled, “That obvious?” Kathy smirked and bit into her carrot stick making a loud snap. Jon squirmed while opening his milk carton, he took a big swing, pointedly ignoring Kathy’s stare. “Why don’t you just confess?” Kathy asked. “Confess?” Jon spluttered, “He doesn’t even know I exist!” “Jon, you two were in the same history class last year. He knows who you are.” “Yeah. But we never talked.” “Then, how about you talk to him?” That would be so awkward…” Jon bit into his chicken strip. Kathy rolled her eyes and sighed in exasperation. Jon smirked and leaned in conspiratorially, “But I have a plan.” “And that is?” “I’m joining the journalism club.” “What!” Kathy yelled in surprise and then moderated her voice when some people who she startled glared at her, “ I thought you were going to join the baseball team this year, since, you know, your not in a cast anymore.” “The doctor has given the all clear and physical therapy is all done. The doctor was very impressed with how quickly I healed.” “Will they even let you do both clubs?” “Yep, I asked!” Their conversation was cut short when a murmur spread through the cafeteria like a wave. The main players of the baseball team stepped through the open double doors, all nine wearing their letterman jackets. In the lead was the most popular guy in school, Damian Wayne. Whose father was nicknamed the Prince of Gotham. Who in turn married an actual princess from some far off land, giving Damian actual royal blood. Girls wanted him and guys wanted to be him, but from what Jon had heard, guys wanted him too. Damian’s bright green eyes stood out against his brown skin, his gold earring glinted under the florescent light. He scanned the cafeteria with what looked like a sense of boredom. Colin, Jon called him Damian’s second in command, had one arm casually draped around Damian’s shoulders gesticulating wildly with his free hand. The group laughed at whatever the Colin said, but Damian only smiled as he started walking towards their unofficial table. Colin and the rest of the group broke off shoving and cracking jokes at each other while making line to pick up food. Kathy whistled beside Jon, “Now he’s someone who doesn’t know you exist.” “He looks and probably is, conceited.” Jon said offhandedly. “Look at him, he has reason to be.” “Doesn’t mean it’s cool.” “Doesn’t mean he’s not hot.” Jon turned to look at Kathy, but she wasn’t paying attention to him. Instead she was looking in Damian’s direction. Jon looked around and noticed that many were doing the same. He dragged his eyes back to look at Damian. The dude sat straight backed, elegantly eating his homemade meal from some fancy lunch bag that was probably more expensive than anything Jon owned, and scrolling on his phone completely ignoring the many eyes staring at him. Colin returned with the rest of the group nudging Damian and dropping his lunch tray with a loud smack, receiving an unimpressed glare in return. Colin smiled and placed a fruit cup in front of Damian. Jon personally didn’t get the allure. The couple of times he had seen Damian interact with others it was usually acerbic. Somehow that did not lessen his popularity and it left Jon dumbfounded. I good person should be good to others and being polite was a given, his Grandma said so and she was never wrong. Jon shrugged and went back to eating his school lunch. The rest could keep Damian he very much preferred Jay.

I hope you enjoyed it! Will post more soon, hopefully.

[constellationguy]

Another perspective

Episode three

"Text": regular talking

'Text': regular thinking

"Text": Saiki talking telepathically

'Text': Saiki thinking

ATTENTION! You might want to rewatch episode three of The Disastrous Life of Saiki K before reading to fully understand the events.

Summary: Episode 3 in L/N Y/N's perspective.

Previous episode

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“Who’s ready for another tre bien trick by me! Master illusionist Uryoku Chono! Hey pink hair join the fun. I’ll do a trick to put a smile on that face!”

“No thanks, I’ve already seen it.”

“Oh I see you’re a sceptic! But once you see my show you’ll become a believer in my powers to amaze!”

‘Is he really going to ignore me the whole time? In that case, can I leave?’ Y/N thought to Kusuo. ‘No, if I have to stay so do you. We’re only going to watch so he leaves me alone’ Saiki thought back. ‘I’ve got a bad feeling about this but alright.’

“Right! I hold here an ordinary cardboard box. As you can see it’s empty inside.”

‘From this angle you can’t see the bottom, we don’t know that’s it’s ordinary.’

“But watch! Just a couple taps and it’s party time! Aren’t they amazing folks?” Most of the audience clapped as doves flew out of the box, say for Saiki and Y/N.

‘I always wondered how you could get those doves to behave and stay quiet during that trick, maybe I’ll never know,’ Y/N shrugged.

“Hey there kid, tre bien, am I right?”

‘It’s not “tre bien” if anything I’m worried about that dove’ Saiki thought towards Y/N.

‘Okay now you ruined that surprise for me. Sure you can easily see through the trick but the surprise and smoothness of the illusion is still impressive,’ Y/N huffed at Saiki.

“And now ladies and gentlemen, please turn your attention here, for the main event of our show! My super illusion! Magically teleporting for one box to the other will be my lovely assistant Micheal!”

‘Lovely is a strong word,’ both Saiki and Y/N thought.

“And drum roll!” Chono was making an odd pose while he vocalized the drum roll. “La la la la!” Mused Chono as he threw confetti.

‘Okay this is awkward now. Tell me why I couldn’t leave again?’ Y/N thought to Saiki perplexed.

“Alright let’s open the box! Three, two, one. It’s party time! Tre bien!” Micheal didn’t come out of the box, instead he came out from underneath the table connecting the two boxes.

The group that was standing there walked away, even Y/N started to walk away, too tired to appreciate the faces Chono was making, but Saiki grabbed their arm before they could get too far.

“Why should I pay you for ruining the illusion?!”

“I moved at the normal speed, it was your darn pattern that got too fast. Now you hand over that 500 yen.” Micheal commented back.

“No one tipped me for this performance so I couldn’t pay you even if I wanted to! Hey, why are you hanging around?” Saiki pointed towards Chono’s hat while still holding onto Y/N making sure they wouldn’t walk away.

“What? Oh, you want to give me a tip? Haha I could never take money from a kid. The look of joy on your face is- PICO!!!!” Chono only realized his dove was still in his hat after he took it off.

“I completely forgot she was up there.”

‘You’ve done your thing, let’s go now,’ Y/N said while trying to walk away but was still held back my Saiki.

“So you weren’t trying to tip me, you were trying to remind me. Wait does that mean, that you’re a magician? That’s how you knew she was up there! With instincts that good you must have hated my show. Maybe I’m not cut out for magician game after all.” During this Y/N tried repeatedly to walk away but was still being held back. ‘I’m not the one being spoken to so why do I have to stay?’ Y/N whined internally.

“Until a few months ago I was just your average office drone. Then I made a small mistake.”

‘Let’s go. I’m gonna miss my soap opera at this rate! And how does a small mistake get you fired anyway?!’ Y/N whined at Saiki.

“Corporate fat cats laid me off. And my wife skipped town.”

‘Is it too late to walk away?’ ‘Maybe but I don’t really care.’

“With no job I couldn’t pay the mortgage anymore. One little mistake and career, wife, and home had all disappeared. And then it dawned on me. I should become an illusionist! Ya!”

“Wait what”

“Because so many things in had vanished from my life I thought it must mean that disappearing them was my talent!”

‘That’s a stretch,’ ‘Your only talent is self delusion,’ Y/N and Saiki thought towards each other.

“So even though I’d been offered another office job I turned it down to start my new life, doing street magic!”

“Again what?”

“If I can save up one million yen then I can buy a sawing a body in half trick. Then my wife is sure to come back!”

‘Okay, normally I would find this entertaining but this guy is sad and delusional and I’m missing my show.’ Y/N thought generally.

“But then I wonder if I chose the wrong path.”

‘Yes. Yes you did. Now quick street magic and get a real job.’ ‘You sure you should be just thinking this, this guy needs to hear it,’ Y/N thought back to Saiki.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to get so gloomy,” Chono said, finishing his back story.

‘Look he still hasn’t said a word directed towards me, if I’m lucky he’ll forget my existence. Now let me go!’ Y/N again struggled to leave.

“Let’s get back to your background as an illusionist and how you knew I had a dove up there.” Chono said continuing the conversation. Saiki decided on his next move and put his bag out I front of him.

“Woah, gonna pull something out of your bag? You’re gonna pull out, a dove! Well I’ll have you know I can do a bowling ball.” Saiki then reached inside of his back and pulled out Chono’s assistant, Micheal.

“That’s impossible!” Chono said while falling to the floor. “Ya, ta fricken da, can I go now?” Y/N said, a little annoyed.

“Thank you. Now I can see, if your talent was hair yours would be a flowing main and mine would be just an eyelash. Make me your apprentice!!” Chono said bowing deeply. “Does that make Micheal my apprentice by proxy?” Y/N joked.

“Yay! I can afford soup!” Micheal said holding some coins behind Y/N and Saki that he probably found in Saiki’s bag.

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In the L/N residence, Y/N was baking coffee cake while the TV was running some random program.

“TONIGHT! You will whiteness a miracle! A stupendous, amazing illusion preformed by the former homeless man turned master magician, Uryoko Chono!” “Now that’s tre bien!” The TV spoke loudly in the house so Y/N could hear it from the kitchen.

“Holy shit!” Y/N ran to the living room, tripping and almost falling in their way. ‘That’s the guy from the other day! How is he on television now?!” Y/N thought, rightly shocked.

“After losing it all he became a street magician and mastered tricks that others can only dream of!”

“What tricks are they talking about? The show I saw was pretty lame,” Y/N thought aloud.

“What I’m attempting tonight is the most dangerous escape you’ll ever see!” Chono said gleefully, the screen then showed what the trick entailed.

“As you can see folks, Chono’s hands and feet are both shackled as me makes his way to the crate. Oh no he fell! He’s safely inside the box, and with that Mr Micheal, Chono’s formerly homeless assistant will lock him in.”

“Wait I’m not ready!” Chono’s nose was bleeding! Now he’s banging on the box!

“The amazing Chono needs to escape within 5 minutes or he’ll be destroyed right along with this box!”

“Why is he trying to be the next Houdini?! He’s gonna get himself killed! I can’t watch a man die on screen, I’m going back to baking,” Y/N said anxiously.

“He’s got three minutes left to escape!” Y/N tried to tune the TV out as they turned on the mixer to make the frosting for the coffee cake.

“Two minutes! Just two minutes left!”

“There’s been an accident! This isn’t part of the show! Chono is burning alive in that crate! We’ll preopt the rest of the show until we can save him.” Y/N almost fell again running to their living room. “How could he survive this?! Why is the show still running?!” Y/N said flabbergasted.

“Times up! Mr Micheal will now use the swords! 17 swords to go!” ‘I know he’s probably escaped by now but damn is this stress inducing’ Y/N thought while checking on the cake in the oven.

“This is the last one folks. How could anyone survive this?!” ‘No one could, except maybe Kusuo’ Y/N thought absently.

“Now a construction crane is hoisting the box thirty meters on the air! And dropping it!” Y/N jumped a little while finishing icing the cake when the box hit the ground.

‘Glad I’m not there in person, I bet the stress of watching this in person is way worse,’ thought while sitting down on their sofa to watch the end of the special.

“That box has sustained catastrophic damage but we still have more in store for it! We’re lighting it on fire!!” ‘Okay that’s a little much, wasn’t it already on fire earlier?’

“And now we’re running over the crate… WITH A STEAM ROLLER! ‘Gosh that’s loud, wouldn’t want to be anywhere near that thing,’

“Chono’s box is as flat as a pancake, how could he survive that? Hold on, who’s that I see?! It’s the miraculous illusionist himself, Uryoko Chono! He’s alive!!!!!” The crowd cheered and Y/N let out a sigh of relief.

“Well folks that sure was some first rate escape artistry” “Tre bien right?” “Hey, stick around for what’s next! The world premiere of a mystery called ‘Love Fantasy’, my character will try to uncover the mystery of his girlfriend’s death! Enjoy the show!” The camera then fades to a commercial.

Out of nowhere Saiki teleported into Y/N’s living room. “Oh shit, are you good?” Saiki was still covered in dirt from his escape.

“Ya, just wanted to pick up some coffee jelly,” Saiki said while walking towards the kitchen.

“I just made coffee cake if you want some, but shower first before serving yourself a plate, I just cleaned up.” Y/N said while turning to Saiki.

“Fine fine,” Saiki said, turning around and walking towards the stairs. “Just pick whatever from my closet, we wear the same size clothes anyway.” Saiki gave Y/N a quick thumbs up before walking up the stairs.

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“Guess what I’ve been summoned. If I told you why I’d have to kill you Saiki, but for now let’s just say the world is in store for some pretty big changes.” Kaido said to Saiki before walking away.

“What? Did he make a friend?” “Oooo, we should follow him! I feel like being a little nosy today, come on!” Y/N said to Saiki before dragging him behind them to follow Kaido.

“Thurisaz, isaz, hagalaz,” a suspicious voice spoke from beyond the door Kaido knocked on. “Sowilō, gebō, fehu,” Kaido said back. “Ehwaz, you may enter.” the door then opened.

“Okay, I know we just got here, but what the hell was that?” Y/N whispered to Saiki, he only shrugged in response.

“I hope no one has followed you, the jet back wings.” “Not to worry Jade eyes, I’m-”

“Wait! There’s something you forgotten” “I’m sorry sir, you’re right. An energy field surrounds this room, if one doesn’t perform the holy grail ceremony within 66 seconds, they’ll vanish!” “That’s right”

Y/N could only hear Kaido clap then say “Laguz”, ‘He did something funny didn’t he? I wish I could see this,’ Y/N thought.

“So have you come to terms with the truth?”

“It’s not that easy for me. It’s like everything I’ve ever knew was a lie! You say in a past life, I was a top soldier in Dark Reunion. But then after discovering their plan to sort man kind, I stole the mystical stone Panalyze, and went rouge. And then when they cornered me, I performed the phantom technique and became a disembodied soul! And then I entered the unborn body of Shun Kaido?! It’s not easy to believe all that!”

“You seem excited by it” “I’m not really!”

“That’s fine. So long as you’re realizing the truth.” “I have always left like there’s something different about me from other kids.”

“The powers of the spirit within you are absolutely vital to destroying Dark Reunion. That’s why we’ll do what we can to help you regain your memories.” “What we? Who else is here?” Kaido asked while looking around the dark room.

“There are four others at this table besides me. Of course, they are all phantoms. I take it you dont see them, if that’s so, you have no chance to help us.” “No, no, I see them fine! They’re just not here physically right?”

“Ah yes, they are here in spirit but not body like myself. Unfortunately they don’t trust you.” “Why’s that?!”

“Because you haven’t yet presented the sworn ally absolution.” “Oh, I got that right here,” Kaido said confidently.

Y/N could hear the other person taking something from Kaido’s hand before saying “Woah, such detailed answers! It’s everything we’ve expected and more from the jet back wings! With this they’re sure to except you into the group!”

‘So ghosts have clicks now? Geez,’ Y/N thought.

“Great! If that’s all it takes I’ll be-”

“Stop!” “What?” “Mannaz, ingwaz, wunjō!” “Um, what was that?”

“Dark Reunion has found out about this room. We’re under attack!” “Attack?!” “They just killed the four phantoms,” Y/N could feel Kaido’s fear from beyond the door.

“What?! Phantoms can die?!” “Yes even phantoms can be killed, if we want to make it out of here alive, we need to act. Now we need to create a barrier.” “Ya, sure! So what do I do?” Kaido asked worriedly.

“Well first things first. I need you to put any and all metal objects on you into that special bag. Metal can interfere with the barrier magic.” “Right!”

“Even change?” “Yes! You know what- just put your whole wallet in,” “right.”

‘He sounds a little to excited to be swindled like that,’ Y/N thought that was odd.

“Great now repeat my movements” “okay!”

“Ansuz, jēra!” “Ansuz, jēra!”

“Ehwaz.” “Ehwaz!”

The room then feel silent, it took a lot of strength for Y/N not to laugh in that moment.

“Looks like we got io the barrier just in time.” “Ya that was close.”

“Now it’s time for us to go home.” “Oh okay! Then can I have my wallet back?”

“The barrier is still unstable. It’s much to risky to remove it from the bag.” “But it’s got my train pass-” “thanks for your help friend! If it was for you, I would’ve died today with the phantoms! Jet black wings, you our savior!”

“Oh, sure no problem.” “Come back same time tomorrow. And keep doing the sworn ally absolution.” “Yes” The door closed then Kaido walked away.

“Those guy’s stupid fantasies are the best thing ever! He couldn’t tell the absolution was my homework. All I had to do was play along with him! I even got the idiot to give me his wallet. Hehe Dark Reunion? Thanks for doing my homework delusioner HAHA!”

Suddenly the lights turned off.

“What the- who did that? AAAAAAA”

The next day.

“Don’t tell a soul okay? This meeting involves the fate of the world. Uh it’s open? AH what’s going on? THATS THE LOGO FOR DARK REUNION! Could it be their only one step behind me?!”

‘Pretty much’ Y/N thought while watching them from behind the corner.

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“What’s wrong Kaido? You afraid of the water?” Teased Nendo.

“Nu- no, t-that’s not true! I know how to swim jerk. I’m not afraid of the water.” Kaido’s tone of voice wasn’t very convincing.

“AH water-” Kaido then fell dramatically and was splashing harshly.

“I’LL SAVE YOOOOOOU!”

Y/N then looked over their shoulder, ‘I know that butt.’

“Yo, it’s Hairo!” “Oh hey Nendo! Hey Saiki.”

“You getting some sun too?” “Actually, I volunteer as a lifeguard.”

“AH IM DROWNING!” “I’LL SAVE YOU!” Hairo then ran off again.

“I can’t believe he does this job for free in this heat. Hey, when are you gonna get in the water buddy?” “Just forget I’m here,”

‘Maybe I should forget I saw them,’ Y/N thought briefly.

“You guys are no fun! I don’t want to go swim the the ocean all by myself! So! To the ladies!” Nendo said with a smirk.

‘Never mind. This job can wait, this is going to be funny,” Y/N thought while turning off their metal detector.

“With a face like that you don’t have a chance!” “Why don’t you try walking on water instead? You’ll have better odds at that.”

“Oh ho ho. My looks don’t matter. It’s about attitude.”

“I’m sorry, I find your face repulsive.” “are you joking? There’s no way I’m giving my number to that face. “Ever hear of a mirror? You should look at one before leaving the house.” “AAAAAA DON’T RUN AWAY!” Nendo said while running after the girls.

‘Wow that was harsh. But even from this far away I could tell he was staring that their chests,’ Y/N thought with little sympathy.

“Girls are stupid”

“Well arent you just a little cutie pie!” “I love his spiky hair! Don’t you?” “Hey, stop touching my hair,” “Hey, come over to our spot!” Nendo then stood over the three of them with a very intimidating face.

“Oh I just remembered I have to move my car?” “Ya, me too!”

Y/N then had the perfect view of Nendo barring Kaido in the sand, they laughed quite hard at that, then got back to work.

“Where’d my bro go? Bathroom? Saiki?! You going pee pee?!” This almost started Y/N’s laughing fit back up. Y/N then turned away, put their headphones back on and continued metal detecting.

“I ROCK!” ‘Wonder what that’s about, probably nothing,’ Y/N could hear Nendo’s shouting but chose to not think anything of it.

“WOOOOAAAH” when Y/N turned around again the spotted Nendo “walking on water”. ‘Now that’s not something you see everyday.’

“Thanks for saving my life. Sorry I joked about how ugly your face is.”

“I’m glad you didn’t ask for her number in return for your heroics.” “I try to be a gentleman, but if that hotty fell in love with me, I’m not gonna turn her down.” “She wouldn’t” “WHAT’D YOU SAY!”

When Y/N was packing up the group finally spotted them.

“Hey it’s buddy’s friend! What’s that?”

“Ya and why are you not in a swimsuit? We’re at the beach.” Kaido asked confused.

“Oh this old thing? It’s a metal detector, my uncle has this whole business finding things that are lost in the snow, sand, and even underwater! He sent me out to do this job for him, I was able to find the client’s phone not to long ago.” Y/N smiled brightly.

“And for the swim suit thing, I didn’t think I wasn’t goin to go deep in the water so I thought shorts would suffice. Funnily enough, I think these shorts are Kusuo’s” Y/N laughed.

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“Hairo, you got tan.” “Ya I volunteered at the beach as a life guard.”

“You’ve got a crush on someone?!” “Teruhashi is this a joke?” “Is it one of us?” “It’s someone I ran into over vacation. It was the 6th of August when I first fell in love with him!”

“I remember seeing you that day too. And the guy you were talking with, was Nendo!” “YOU ARE WAY OFF IDIOT! Ah uh, ya! His name is Yuriof Idiot. He’s a Russian exchange student, you should get to know him!”

“Hey Saiki. Just me or is Nendo acting weird today?” Kaido asked. “You’re the one being weird.”

“Like usually he’s always saying “we should do stuff after school buddy”” “He is quieter than normal.” Saiki agreed.

“Oh my look? Don’t worry about it, it’s a long story.” Kaido said while covering his eye covered by an eyepatch. ‘I wonder what his excuse is first dressing like that, but maybe Nendo acting different than is more interesting than Kaido’s story,’ Y/N thought.

Nendo made a couple dejected faces, did an odd form of sighing then left the class. “Pretty fishy right?” “My interest has peaked.”

“Alright -alright I’ll tell you. It all started-” “Hey! I heard you saying that Nendo was acting weird. Do you mind me tagging along to figure it out too? It sounds pretty interesting.” Y/N was able to interpret Kaido before Saiki got too annoyed at him speaking.

“Oh! Uh, sure, indubitably!”

“His house isn’t this way. He’s got something going on.” “Oh maybe!”

“Why are you two so excited about this? And better yet why are you so good as tailing people?” “Oh hush, you want to know about Nendo acting weird too right?”

“Saiki, L/N, check it. What’s Nendo looking at?” Nendo was making a creepy face at a little girl.

“Creepy” “creepy” “creepy”

“Nendo has a thing for little girls?!”

“This doesn’t look good. We should probably call the police.”

“A little quick to make assumptions but if it turns out that way then ya, we should do that.”

“He’s walking into a store! Looks like a flower boutique.” Kaido said a bit confused, Saiki was making a face that matched Kaido’s tone.

“Don’t tell me he’s got a girl-”

“No not Nendo” “No not Nendo”

“Ouch”

“Another one! That’s just gross” Nendo made another face towards a little girl.

“We’ll confirm it after we call the police,”

“Ew, ya.”

“No! We need more proof than this. I mean list of people like sun flowers. And it’s natural to smile when you see and cute little kid right?”

“I guess.”

“Good point. Let’s not be brash.”

“Hm another shop. Cakes! WOMAN AND CHILDREN CAN’T RESIST SWEET TREATS, SO WHEN YOU COMBINE A WOMAN AND A CHILD YOU GET A LITTLE GIRL!”

“Now you’re just jumping to conclusions,” Y/N agreed.

“I MEAN HAVE YOU EVER SEEN NENDO EAT THAT?! OR LIKE FLOWERS?! IT’S ALL MENT TO BE GIVEN TO SOMEONE, BUT HE HAS NO GIRLFRIEND TO GIVE THEM TO. THAT COULD ONLY MEAN THAT THEIR BAIT! AND THAT HES USING THEM TO LURE AWAY LITTLE GIRLS!”

“I think that anyone that works on has their own problems.”

“Bummer, they were all out if shortcake. Oh well, it’s not like anyone will ever eat this.”

“If it’s not for eating it must be bait” Kaido and Saiki said in unison.

“NENDO! YOUR SECRET’S OUT! HOW DARE YOU HURT LITTLE KIDS, YOU MONSTER!”

“Wait what secret? You mean my dad?”

‘I’m honestly surprised he didn’t think more about that accusation’ Y/N thought.

“So he’s dead?” “I visit on the anniversary of his bus accident.”

“But the flowers and the cake…” “respectful offerings for the dead. It’s normal to bring cakes and flowers to a family grave.”

“To think Nendo is lecturing us on normal.”

“That’s fair, I bring flowers and the favorite snack of one of my family friend’s to their gravesite.”

“When did your dad die Nendo?” “Well it was before I was born, he died trying to save a little girl who ran in front of a bus. Huh, maybe that means he was into little girls.”

“I hope not haha,” Kaido laughed nervously.

“That’s a dark joke.”

“So if he died before you were born, he must have been pretty young.” “He was only 18 or 19 years old. Here look! I’ve got his picture.”

“Hey this is just a picture of you!” “Nah it’s him! My mom says I look more like him each year, weird.” Nendo said sentimentally. “You don’t look like him, you look the same!”

“Are you okay Kusuo, you look like you’ve seen a ghost haha.” Y/N joked slightly but got a little more serious when Saiki’s face stayed shocked.

‘You haven’t developed a new power since you were like five, you better not have just developed the power to see ghosts.’ Y/N thought while looking at Saiki concerned.

“Hey wanna go get some ramen?”

“I know my powers are literally super natural, but personally, I don’t believe in ghosts. So I’ll pretend today at the graveyard never happened.”

“Is that really the best thing to do Kusuo?” Y/N laughed a bit, before following Saiki’s eyes to his mail box.

“It’s for me. Weird. I never get mail.”

The letter read “Kusuo Saiki, I know you have psychic powers.”

“What.” “Oh dear.”

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Next episode

[bonefall]

How are we feeling at the book finale? Because outside of the Sunbeam girlboss moment telling Berryheart just how bad of a family she was AND maybe possibly foreshadowing her rejecting Nightheart, I think we miiiight get some more Dark Forest cats than planned before :D (also I may be wrong but- didn't Podlight have children? Would he even be eligible as Medicine Cat in BB?)

Podlight's totally eligible in BB! He has no canon children and I didn't give him any. In BB there's also an interesting quirk in that Podlight is notoriously Mistystar's... not EXACTLY a good-for-nothing grandson, but a bit of a "fratboy" working through daddy issues. Is is extra funny for this cat to be a villain lmao.

Also: Better Bones RiverClan Family Tree

Anyway... my thoughts on the spoiler thread's ending. Mostly negative, unfortunately. I am really hoping that a lot of this is misrepresentation.

I've enjoyed every book of ASC that's come out so far, but if this thread is accurate, this is going to be the first one that I actively dislike. It sounds like there was a serious nosedive in quality.

ON THE ENDING; Park Cats, and The Berryheart Gathering.

Park Cats.

It is profoundly frustrating to me that we had TWO traveling books in this arc. Do they not know by now that traveling books are widely detested for a reason??

Frostpaw and Nightheart were AWAY FROM THE CONFLICT for most of this book, what the fuck?

The plot barely advanced at all. There's been one major conflict in this entire arc, the invasion of RiverClan, and we are 4/6ths of the way through without any other major battles. This is boring.

Riverstar is a major character through this bullshit, now with a magical perfect connection to Frostpaw through plot convenience so he can give her tutorial tips, because GOD FORBID we have a more grounded story for once. I'm so sick of DOTC fanservice. Was a super edition not enough?!

And speaking of Riverstar's Home, they pretty clearly ripped a lot of inspiration out of it. Frostpaw and Nightheart go on a journey with random human-related shenanigans before finding a cardboard cutout of a culture

I'm not gonna lie guys. I do not like the Park Cats. I HAVE TO SAY; It's a step in the right direction

They are not demonized. They are treated as good and legitimate. They are seen as having wisdom and living peacefully.

This is Good. This is Fine.

(im still kind of mad they needed riverstar to come save them back in riverstar's home, like every non-clan culture does apparently, but HOKAY fine ok it's fine)

.....butt.

They're boring. guys, they have one thing that is unique to them, and it's meditation. They live in perfect peace and harmony. there's nothing there.

It's easy to be a perfect, peaceful society if you have no conflict ever.

IF THE SPOILER THREAD IS ACCURATE, we don't see them address strife, how they DO handle disputes, what DOES happen when a cat engages in "criminality," or even really see what their spiritual beliefs are besides "meditating"

And that's why the idea of Frostpaw taking away a good lesson from living with them strikes me as so hollow. WHAT is she taking from them? JUST vague, quiet meditation?? Why couldn't Riverstar just magically teach her that?

It also bothers me that this culture is exactly the same as it was in Riverstar's Home. It's in stasis. Nothing has changed, nothing has grown, they haven't picked up new customs. They don't even seem to have their own history besides remembering that Riverstar showed up generations ago.

It's not a culture, it's a plot device.

I swear, I'm really trying to like them, but RH left this really sour taste in my mouth and them showing up again in this book has only made me more frustrated.

I AM happy that we're going to maybe start trying to address the violence of Clan Culture, but it is coming in the middle of a book where nothing fucking happens, and they're starting to fumble the bag on the xenophobic radicalization that I'd been praising in the past few books

And by that, I'm referring to...

Berryheart's Gathering

through the books so far, I've been praising the slow rise of tension coming from the radicalized members of ShadowClan.

I think the way that Berryheart and her little Concern Club had been slowly escalating in their bigotry and violence was (and remains) unironically fantastic.

We had started off with it just being a group to "discuss the issues," which evolved into active bullying and harassment, progressed into attempted murder, and we left off on the idea that Berryheart's Hate Group was planning something with RiverClan's murder party.

And we are reaching a turning point in that arc, the payoff of a long and well-laid escalation, with...

normal democracy.

berryheart and her supporters approach puddleshine reasonably with their concerns and intent to call for a vote to depose tigerheartstar. doing the thing the fucking code addition was made for

This comes AFTER Sunbeam has a Girlboss Moment telling off Berryheart for being a bad mom in front of the whole gathering and everyone claps, mind you, so this is clearly supposed to be the narrative's big "oooo consequences for Berryheart" moment

So anyway Berryheart brings up that they want tigerHeartstar deposed, and then Puddleshine's like "haHA THIS WAS A ROUSE"

"Actually I only told you i agree to point out how this code addition can be exploited over a disagreement with ONE issue!!!!1"

i just...

im......

would Brokenstar training babies be One Issue? Would Bramblefake being a bully to his entire clan be One Issue? Would Leopardstar allowing Tigerstar to take over RiverClan be One Issue?

One Issue....

And MIND YOU I'm Pro-tigerHeartstar, actually, but the WHOLE fucking point of the rule is that you can depose someone who is not acting in the best interest of the Clans. Fym ONE ISSUE??

IT'S A BIG ASS ISSUE!

So anyway Berryheart is embarrassed in front of everyone, tigerHeartstar tells the group, "You're going to support me or get out of my Clan"

All of her supporters fall in line, but Berryheart chooses exile.

So Berryheart and her group isn't punished for the hate crimes, it didn't lead to anyone getting actually hurt, this faction of cats just settled back down and Berryheart alone was exiled for political opposition to occupation.

not the hate crimes

GOTTA STRESS

The hate crimes did not cause lasting damage, the radicalized group did not cause any violence at this gathering

Berryheart is exiled for political opposition to occupation.

The consequence she faces for the hate crimes was simply not having her son Spireclaw back her up because she caused trouble for Fringewhisker. Like it's on the same level as being a bad in-law and not ATTEMPTED MURDER BASED ON BIGOTRY

And tigerHeartstar, jesus christ

His consistent trait has been becoming unreasonable WHEN HIS FAMILY IS THREATENED. WHY are we tossing this out the window now?

I REALLY REALLY hope that the spoiler thread is misrepresentation, and tigerHeartstar didn't ACTUALLY exile her but said something like, "this is what we're doing. don't like it, leave. you don't have the votes"

SO FOR NOW; I'm going to reserve judgement on what the writers are doing with tigerHeartstar.

This seems like the exact sort of thing that may be worded in an inaccurate way

But that said,

I'm beside myself with disappointment in this turn of events. Why is this about legitimate political proceedings? Why did they make the CULMINATION of this arc about bigoted violence and radicalization a legitimate, peaceful attempt to use the process THEY JUST ADDED, FOR THIS EXACT PURPOSE?

Anyway, then it ends on a cliffhanger

Podlight claims to be the new medcat, pointed out as just being a political maneuver, to appoint Splashtail as the new leader.

Frostpaw watches on in shock and thinks about how bad it is that a murderer is now in charge of RiverClan, and how no one would believe her if she told them all now

I sure hope the next book contains something worth reading. like a fight or something. in the battle cat series. in the arc where theyre trying to say something about violence.

[hitomisuzuya]

wanderer and y/n who argue a lot around friends but behind doors they lovingly fuck <33 fem reader pls

Wanderer x Fem!reader who argue a lot in front of friends, but lovingly fuck when alone.

Smut.

Thank you requesting this. Writing it made my evening a bit better. I hope you enjoy it.

Wanderer had only agreed to go back to the cooking interest group he had been forcefully dragged to once for two reasons. The first being that Nahida has told him it would be good for him. And the second was because said you wanted to go with him next time.

And he couldn't possibly say no to you, but boy did he make it known, loudly that he didn't want to be there. During the meetings (classes?), it was commonplace for you two to fight at least twice.

"Tch," you twitched when you heard Wanderer scoff. Gritting your teeth, you looked over at him to see him with his arms crossed, glaring at the sugar and butter in your hands. "Why on you putting sugar and butter on rice?"

You sighed. "It was something my grandmother always did. It was like her own little personal touch of love," you smiled fondly down at the bowl of rice and ingredients when you thought of your grandmother.

You know what a record sounds like when you take the needle off it suddenly? That's the noise you heard inside your head when you heard him speak again.

Wanderer blinked slowly at you. "Your grandma had no taste," he said flatly.

"Ugh, you are such a jerk!" You seethed, your e/c eyes flashing with anger in a manner that took his breath away. You whipped the spoon full of sugar at him, which he batted away with his hand. Biting your lower lip, you turned away from him, your cheeks flushed with anger. "Fine! I'll just cook this, and anything else I cook from now on for Nahida."

"Guys, guys," one of your friends meekly tried to calm things down a bit. The glare in which he received from both of you made him raise his hands up in defeat, stepping away. He couldn't decide which one of you had been scarier.

"And furthermore," you continued, cutting your glare back to him, making several responses die on his lips, "I'll sleep in Nahida's room for awhile. We can stay up all night telling stories. Ones about bratty cats that get sprayed with water when they are bad."

"Fine, see if I care," Wanderer retorted. He'd swear up and down right now that he didn't care. But he did. He really did. You didn't dignify him with a response, choosing to walk away without a word.

When you got back to the room you shared with him, you fully intended to pack a few things and head to Nahida's room. At least that's what you told yourself anyways.

You felt Wanderer's arms wrap around your waist, pulling you back against his chest. "You know it drives me insane," his breath was warm against your ear, making goosebumps prickle against your skin as he murmured huskily in your ear, "when you bite your lip while you are angry."

"Yeah well, you insulted my grandmother," you replied stubbornly. Wanderer hummed, muffled against your neck, pressing kisses that quickly turned to nips and bites. He smirked when he felt you beginning to melt and relax against him.

"I am mad at you.." you trailed off, a moan betraying you as his hand dipped up your shirt and into your bra, fondling your breast. He stroked the tips of his fingers around the areola.

It was getting harder and harder for you to hold to your demeanor with how sensitive your aerola is. When he pinched your nipple, slowly rolling it between his thumb and index finger, you grinded back against him, your cheeks flushing, your panties starting to dampen from the stimulation.

Wanderer inhaled sharply, holding you in place against him, rubbing his erection against your ass. He unbuttoned your pants, pushing your panties aside, giving your other nipple attention as he slowly grazed his fingers over your clit.

Every pinch and roll of your nipple was sending sharp, pleasurable jolt to your clit. You grinded against his fingers, gripping his arm, feebly giving up on choking back your moans while he worked his fingers against your pussy until his fingers were coated in your slick.

"I thought you were mad at me," Wanderer chuckled huskily in your ear, "for someone who said they were mad at me, you really want my fingers inside you, don't you?" He taunted you, knowing he could play your body like a fiddle.

"Mmm--ah," was all you could manage before he thrust two fingers inside of you, moans that sounded almost pornographic accompanying every thrust.

When he felt your walls clenching around his fingers, Wanderer abruptly stopped, making you mewl softly. When he began to hastily remove his clothes, you followed suit.

Turning you around, Wanderer kissed you deeply, his tongue pushing into your mouth, curling around your's as he lowered you onto the bed. He grunted, moaning against your mouth as you spread your legs, welcoming his hard cock between your dripping folds.

"I'm sorry," he said softly in your ear, his tone indicating that he intended to make you feel good with his cock as recompense. You locked your legs around his waist, urging him to bury his cock deeper inside of you as he bottomed out.

At first his thrusts were long and slow, making extra sure you felt him kiss the spongy part of your cunt as he stretched your gummy walls apart.

Wanderer growled when you tightened your thigh muscles, making his cock twitch and throb, his thrusts speeding up in urgency. "I'm sorry," he mumbled a few more times before sucking on one of your nipples. His head began to feel hazy with his approaching climax. He wasn't going to last long with the way your pussy was sucking him in.

You clung to him, your fingernails digging into his shoulders as you cried out his name. When he started rubbing your clit, your orgasm washed over you, making you babble and moan.

Wanderer fucked you through your orgasm, his teeth grazing your nipple as he spilled his cum into you. You stroked the hair on his back on his neck when he collapsed on top of you, panting. He nuzzled your neck when you softly reassured him that you weren't angry at him anymore.

[fortpeat]

I'm kinda feral over the fact that fort has so unabashedly mentioned on three different occasions (and maybe even more idk) that peat is the one that lead them or gave advice on what to do during their nc scenes (and all the while also being proud that he did well lmaoo) and each time he mentions it, my boy peat has looked shocked and/or embarrassed.

exhibit 1: https://youtu.be/gXh4fh2_jKg (around 3:55).

mc: "on the topic of "spicy" and handsome, what about p'peat do you think is hot in real life?"

f: "well for the nc scene, the one that gave me advice was p'peat, he suggest what to do"

p: *embarrassed laugh* "kill me, the cat's out of the bag now"

f: "really, before shooting p'peat suggested how to do things better, that's probably his "spicy" side. isn't that right?"

and this interview took place sometime in may I think where they said they were only around 50% done with filming. (also, really just recommend watching the whole interview because they're just so cute and fort is Whipped wbk)

exhibit 2: https://youtu.be/I7cpHuhzfdE (around 3:27) in which I assume filming was finished

q: which scene is hard?

p: "I think... love scene"

f: "really? but you guided me"

p: *shocked* "don't believe what he said. I just gave regular advice. I feel like love scene is something hard. I'm just a rookie actor. when it comes to love scenes, my heart will beat faster. anyway, I managed to do it. right?"

f: "you're right. though it's hard, you gave me a good tip. I did it well"

exhibit 3: https://www.instagram.com/tv/CkNQsQKLwYL/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y= or https://twitter.com/poppydrc/status/1585524613504606208?t=boDncjXqZMP_kQSg7fsfSQ&s=19

and in this last one, it was definitely after filming had finished and they were also talking about the office table/board room scene

f: " actually p'peat was the one to give me suggestions since we filmed the official pilot. "fort, you have to do it like this"."

mc: "so he is the one teaching you"

f: "it was like "fort if you want me to feel something, that's my sensitive spot" something like that. "just giving you some suggestions". I was like oh, I see. but at the end, I would still follow my heart"

p: "you are making this up right?"

f: "noooo"

mc: "really? you are close enough to tell each other your sensitive spot?"

p: "yes, because we want to make it as natural as possible. my sensitive spot is my ears, but fort kept touching parts other than my ears"

mc: "touch where?"

f: "it was because of the setting. sometimes, I just couldn't reach his ears. something was blocking between us, and it was out of my reach"

mame: "it was an office table"

fortpeat: *put their heads down in laughter and embarrassment*

LIKE ??? Peat?? my son? but also fort leave my embarrassed son alone? and stop being smug? but not really because I love this for me. I'm sorry, I'm just Not normal over them at all. I've been thinking about this for days and I need more people to know about this just because.

also, peat has mentioned multiple times how it took them 3-4 takes (vs bn's 1-2 takes) to film their nc scenes because fort kept messing up (implying he was doing it on purpose). and fort mentioned how on nc scene filming days, the staff would tease him saying it's his time. like fort really was just there to have a good time with peat lmaooo

Hey nonnie ❤️

Sorry for the late reply 🙈 (time zones and I was sleeping) 😁

So moving on to your revelation MY JAW IS ON THE FLOOR. LIKE WHATTTT WAIT A GODDAMN MINUTE. IS THIS FOR REAL. (proceeds to run to YouTube)

Poor Peat, trusted Fort to keep it a secret between them and my baby is so smug that he did so well for the first time in NC scenes (be proud my love, you were phenomenal 🤣)

Also it is such a FortPeat thing to do you know for Pear to direct Fort how to do and what to do and Fort to follow it to the point. 😌🤌

Also Mame spilling the beans OH BOYYY 🤣🤣 SHES THE BEST WHEN EXPOSING THE BOYS. ALSO I AM DYING AT THE FACT THAT EVERYONE ON SET HAS ALREADY DECLARED THAT FORT IS OBSESSED WITH PEAT 🤣🤣 AND EVEN ENCOURAGES IT 😂😂

I bet every time Peat showed TLC to Fort there would be fireworks blasting by the Crew just to celebrate Fort's happy moment. 🤭🤭

Also kudos to Fort following his heart and doing what he wants to NC scenes coz I feel like that has surprised Peat coz I have noticed that during the boardroom scene while Sky is still in the chair And Prapai is on his knees and just before Pai picks up Sky he looks a bit surprised and does a action like a (double take) and I always wondered what Fort was doing in that moment 😂

CHECK OUT THE LAST SECOND HOW PEAT LOOKS SURPRISED 🤭🫣

P. S Thank you sharing all this gold information with us. Really appreciate it ❤️😚

[soullikethesea]

More parts stuff

I woke up still feeling connected to Fox, and with a book in mind. Remembered that Fox really loved that book. The theme of the book is grief and wondering about being bad.

"Why am I made the way I am? Why do I care about all the wrong things, and nothing at all for the right ones? Or, to tip it another way: how can I see clearly that everything I love or care about is illusion, and yet – for me, anyway – all that’s worth living for lies in that charm

A great sorrow, and one that I am only beginning to understand: we don't get to choose our own hearts. We can't make ourselves want what's good for us or what's good for other people. We don't get to choose the people we are.

...

A self one does not want. A heart one cannot help."

(From The Goldfinch, by Donna Tart).

It connects to Fox, but to younger parts as well. I felt that conflict so strongly, that who I was was bad. And that, at the same time, there was no escaping it. I could try and try and try, control as much as I possibly could, but my real self would still shine through. I still cared too much, cried too much, loved too much. The best I could do was hide it, but I could never change it - no matter how much it disgusted me.

Fox carries that sense of being unable to escape it and being rejected by adults. Longing for people to please, please care. Please be kind. Please love me. Please welcome me with open arms. Please tolerate me.

I was lucky that my sister tried to help me when she got older. I could feel that she felt sorry for me, that she realized something unjust was going on. She was constantly nauseous, which later turned out to be psychosomatic. She must have been super stressed out from how unsafe things were. My brother was too small too understand. He was very much in his own world.

When I feel connected to Fox, I feel connected to those heavy feelings of badness. It is a responsibility that does not belong to me. It does not belong to you, dear Fox. You don't have to make yourself as small as possible in the hopes of not being offensive. Yes, you are a teenager and teenagers can be difficult to connect with for adults. But perhaps you can think of your sister - she saw something in you that was worth helping? And our mom's new boyfriend, he also connected to you, didn't he?

He must have seen *something* in you, right? And was it hard to connect with him? No, it wasn't. So were you *really* that hard to connect with? What did it take? It only took him showing you where constant snacks were available, that he had a very shy cat that he still loved nonetheless, that he had a gay daughter who was still more than welcome, that he asked questions and read a book you mentioned, that he asked you if you wanted to join for activities. Those things felt threateningly nice. Heart-meltingly, devastatingly, terribly nice. It still makes me cry to think of it. *Someone* saw you and didn't think you were terrible, too much, needed to be reduced. Most adults in your life, Fox, they were overwhelmed. They had no space in their hearts to connect - and that was not your fault. You could have been much happier in different circumstances and much more loved. I'm with you in this shame and grief that was not your fault. I'm with you in the anger about how much it still holds you back. I wish I could scoop you up and save you. You're not too old to be saved, darling. I think you might like to read another book. It's called "A Closed and Common Orbit".

A quote:

"In that moment, she could feel a bridge stretching between her as she was right then – giggling and gasping in a spaceship kitchen – to her at four years old, sucking algae gunk from her nails in the dark. She felt as though she could reach out to that little girl and pull her through the years. Look, she’d say. Look who you’re gonna be. Look where you’re gonna go."

I'm not saying that life is perfect now, but we are more comfortable now. More accepted. Less scared. And you are welcome here as well, Fox. You don't have to carry the pain and bury it along with yourself. I'm sending cozy blankets and hot chocolates and hugs and caring looks and peace and quiet. I'm sending the message along that in this moment, right now, things are alright.

[symphonic-scream]

Yes, 100%

:D

Everyone has a pet that has the name of their persona (cause I'm sentimental) like. Morgana is just Akira's emotional support cat but he also has a little red bird names Arsene. Goro has two mice named Robin Hood and Loki, and Futaba has a ferret named Necronomicon

In the quad apartment there's Carmen the cat, Goemon the turtle, and Captain Kidd the snake

As for Makoto and Haru, there's M'Lady the large rabbit and Johanna the doberman. Hifumi doesn't have a pet yet, but maybe one day

The Okumura-Niijima apartment is right above the bakery and cafe, but they made sure to add an entrance at the back so they don't have to work through the shop front to get home (Makoto sometimes has an overwhelming day at her placements. Sometimes Haru's relapsing into her caged mindset. They wanted a safe route in and out without crowds)

M'Lady sometimes spends Haru's time working the cafe with her. They made a little throne for her at the far side of the counter. Regular customers like to bring her little veggies to snack on

Makoto is training Johanna to work as an EMA. She wants to give her future patients as much comfort as possible, like being able to offer sessions with her and her dog. It's a work in progress, she got the idea when she met Joker (and Morgana) for the first time

I have stories for everyone meeting Joker too so. Let me know if you want those

Hifumi is at first dumbfounded when she discovers Makoto is trans. Akira had told her one of the wives were and based on how they present themselves, she assumed it was Haru. She and Makoto have many long talks about how they define femininity and such. For Makoto, it's in her spirit of rebellion. Being a woman to her is refusing to conform, not to accept the hand she's dealt but to stand up and push for what she wants

And for Haru, it's more like a comfort. She's always felt, protected by her own inner view of the world. She sees her own femininity as like, frills and fluff and treating herself. Inner love. They balance each other well

Makoto: I notice you hunch a lot. Is your height something that makes you feel a little dysphoric?

Hifumi: ah, I suppose so. I'm taller than both you and Haru, and Akira too...

Makoto: I have a solution for that. Want to feel short? You should visit our other friends' place. They're all tall there

Haru: she's right! Ann and Yusuke are both, very tall!

There's lots of conversations about gender and sexuality between Hifumi and all the thieves, about how they found themselves and tips they have for being queer. Some are, awkwardly personal

Hifumi: did you. Have your surgeries yet?

Makoto: ...it's 9 am I'm- I'm not talking about this that early I'm sorry

Haru: just a tip, you don't have to have any to be trans! You can have one, or the other, both or none! Gender and sex are personal to you, don't let anyone else dictate your experience

Makoto is red in the face and sipping at iced water trying to ignore the Convo (it's the one topic she's nervous about. Only because she doesn't like hospitals.)

Hifumi: why do you guys have two spare rooms anyways? For family?

Makoto: oh, no

Haru: can you keep a secret? Don't tell Akira or the others, but... We're thinking of having a baby

Hifumi: ...am I your test run for parenthood?

Makoto: no, don't be silly. That was when we took care of Futaba when they were fighting with the boys

Haru's father isn't a fan of her relationship with Makoto, but he accepted he has no say in whether they're together or not and stays out of their hair. He's, working on being supportive. It's taking him time to learn

Sae on the other hand has been Makoto's number one advocate for years. She helped her sister find herself back when Makoto was just in middle school, and even set her up at a vastly different highschool to start fresh

Goro is horribly awkward around anyone but Akira or Futaba. He's. Like a stick. It freaks Hifumi out at first

Just. Hifumi experiences all sorts of love too. Seeing her friends who found their forever people, platonic love, the sort of familial love she forms with Makoto and Haru-

I have many many thoughts please keep talking to me about this I'm,

Also. Help me find a name for this au so I can make a tag for it! Send me suggestions

[beantothemax]

Did not proofread! Enjoy the horrid au that has haunted my since spring of 2021. It genuinely helped me with my mental health but it's also horrible and weird and I don't know what came over my friend and I when we came up with it <3 it was also conceived over a 4 week period, we just kept piling stuff onto it. The Caellach x Valter part of this au is just the tip of the ice berg and there's so much more bs with the other Grado generals, some antagonists from fe6, 7, 13, 14 and also Silque from fesov. She's not an antagonist even in the slightest, I just was obsessed with her for a long time. I have not played fesov.

Vital information:

The mobile spinoff (fe heroes) takes place in a country called Askr. The idea is that each fe game is a seperate world but the FEH protag, Kiran, can summon them to Askr and use them in their army. It's just the in universe explanation for how it's a gacha game.

Also I am. so very sorry. for how ooc this is.

So it starts with Caellach finding out Valter and Linus (don't look him up, you'll get spoilers) had a fling a while ago. Caellach is homophobic so he goes around telling everyone else that Valter and Linus are gross and gay. The rest of the friend group (Grado generals and some other gba villains you don't know) are all queer though so they're just like "and? Idc".

Groups starts bullying Caellach for being a homophobe and it evolves into a joke that Caellach is just jealous of Linus cause he wanted to be with Valter.

Narcian (don't google him) gets the genius idea of offering Valter large amounts of money to date Caellach. Valter explains the situation to Caellach and they agree to fake date and split the money 50/50.

As all fake dating stories go, they end up falling love and just start real dating. Caellach also really really cares about Valter so he starts actively working to improve himself as a person cause he wants to be a good bf. Remember this for later.

Skip to 5 years later. I don't remember if it was 5 or 3. Valter and Caellach are happily married with some adopted kids and a cat called Minty. You don't need to know all of them, the important one is Marianne.

Joshua gets summoned to Askr. Caellach has had time to improve and become a better person, but for Joshua, Ismaire's death was only like a week ago.

Obviously Joshua he's pissed. He knows Caellach has become better but still absolutely despises him so he starts harassing him and basically just digging up a lot of old stuff.

This goes on for a while and stuff escalates until Caellach commits suicide. Valter does not deal with this well at all and ends up neglecting his kids and becoming an alcoholic.

As the oldest, Marianne ends up having to take care of the others, which creates a big rift between her and Valter.

Sothis, who has been here the whole time sorry I didn't mention her before, gets tired of seeing Valter like this and helps him fix his life. He tries repairing his relationship with his kids but it doesn't go very well.

Anyway more time passes and Valter makes a deal with Sothis. If she makes him immortal, he'll open an orphanage.

Reason for doing this: him and Caellach both had abusive parents (not in canon, this is a hc) so they had a dream of opening an orphanage to help kids who'd been hurt.

Valter has that orphanage for 10 000 years somehow. I don't know where the number 10 000 came from. At this point, he doesn't remember Caellach at all or why he opened the orphanage, but he's found someone else he trusts to take over it when he dies (Ninian) so he asks Sothis to kill him.

She does. He wakes up in the afterlife and remembers Caellach. They reunite :3 the end :3

Other stuff:

The cat Minty. Oh my GOSH Minty. The thing about her is that she can see ghosts and Valter can talk to animals (I can't for the life of me remember where that came from) so Valter would say something then Minty would say what Caellach's ghost responded with. Absolutely horrible method of communication. Minty also hates Valter a bit so she'd sometimes lie and say Caellach said something horrible.

Full list of kids adopted by Caellach and Valter: Marianne, Hector, Reginn, Rebecca, Raigh, Lugh and Chad. Do not look up the last four, you'll get spoilers for stuff. Anyway after a while, my friend and I kinda forgot about Hector, Reginn and Rebecca so they don't even really count anymore.

I think this fic is what was lying within from the far reaches of hell that made whoever read it go mad. ive observed truly forbidden information and now must live with it

gotta say imagining a fake dating plotline with valter and caellach is extremely funny to me. imagining any kind of ship trope with these two is funny to me actually because they’re just. they’re just them. I don’t have a better way to explain this sorry

[animehouse-moe]

Jujutsu Kaisen Season 2 Episode 6: Shibuya Incident 2

I'm actually thoroughly surprised. It's a bit hard to explain, truthfully, but this episode does surprisingly well on the whole. But I suppose that is owed to the star studded staff that came out of the woodwork to work on this episode. Anyways, I won't spoil the fun, so let's get down to brass tacks before I let the cat out of the bag.

Mahito vs Kokichi. I would say I'm.... satisfied. Though I suppose that might be a bit of a crazy statement to make considering the fight. It's just... I'm not quite sure how to explain it. A lot of the added scenes were great, and it's not quite that they felt piled on, but that they weren't really put together well?

We got all sorts of crazy scenes and even a Gurren Lagann reference by the man himself. But how much is a pile of art worth, truly? How much motion, movement, shading can you imbue a moment with before it tips over the edge? I feel very strongly about how Vincent Chansard approaches animation with his OP cuts at times, and I just feel like that point's been reached with sequences here. I know, crazy thing to say, but it's just.... not quite lost the plot, but maybe the purpose?

Tengen Toppa Jujutsu Kaisen is cool, but it ignores the purpose of the original sequence in the manga. A do or die moment for Kokichi becomes a grand stand of overpowered individuals that stretches the fabric of the fight itself. Very Gurren Lagann in that sense, but this is Jujutsu Kaisen. I love the reference with Kokichi going on to stab Mahito, and I think Mahito drilling through to Kokichi is a cool change up. But the middle parts? While cool, end up excessive and misrepresented.

It's the dangerous game of giving an anime powerup, that does have me concerned as to how fights moving forward will be handled. Mahito's powers are limited, and he himself expresses that in S1 with the weakness of certain forms. His fleeing from Kokichi (which was horribly marred with ghosting and dimming) expresses the limits of his abilities incredibly well while providing an insanely well done original scene to the fight. This last piece with Mahito vs Kokichi though? It pays no attention to the limits of Mahito's soul, or the rules of his abilities. It extends past the reason and fairness that Gege put in place to provide a grand stand in the end. Is it cool? Definitely. Do I mind it being in the episode? If you're a manga reader, not really. For anime onlies though? Gives the completely incorrect intention with the character.

For reference, this is all that happens during that whole break in sequence in the manga.

Returning to the fight at large, it's pretty clear to see that the animation is carried through by a few of the key talents working on it. Not all sequences outside of the handful are terrible, but a good number lack any sense of pace or weight. I don't know if I'd be as harsh on them as I am if there weren't as many great cuts, but such is the way things go.

So, once more to reiterate, I'm rather satisfied with this stretch of the Mahito vs Kokichi fight. Undoubtedly carried by the star performers, the fierce individuality brought by each can clash with both one another and the source material at times to make the fight more than a little challenging to follow. Certainly far better than what I was expecting though.

Though respectfully, what is this? The difference in the hands between the cuts is rather painful, and just the way it is in movement compared to the re-used cut of Mahito's initial domain expansion from season 1 makes it feel so wrong. The epitome of S1's flirting vs S2's sexual harassment.

Talking the episode as a whole, before moving on to Shibuya itself, it was arguably the most consistent of the bunch we've gotten for season 2 so far. Sure, the lows stick out like even more of a sore thumb than before, but the highs are far stronger, and the character designs remain largely consistent throughout. I think my only complain is how out of place the background characters for Shibuya can look in comparison to how the actual cast is drawn.

Like... I just don't really know what to say. Did they even try to match the art style? Even worse is the fact that when they're dealing with characters that did exist in the crowd, in the manga, they're able to style them properly? Like, the above image of the people in the crowd to this one, would you believe that they're from the same series?

Aside from that, I don't really have any complaints with the rest of the episode? It's exposition heavy, but the character designs are surprisingly solid, with Kusakabe arguably being the best adapted from Gege's style. He is missing a lot of the real charm to his character that's expressed through his design, and much like Megumi his hair differs to the manga, but there's something about it that feels much more "right" than other first time designs. Does make me question just what went on with Yuko, Yuki, and the other characters who have been appearing for the first time through this season though.

Will say though, they've nailed the new cast of voices coming in. All have the right vibes and I'm really looking forward to seeing what they can do with their respective moments in the series.

This episode certainly has me less worried than all of Gojo's Past for how Shibuya will look. Gosso's involvement feels far less heavy handed, and while the individual freedom afforded by that may be detrimental at times, it feels like the far better decision for an arc like this. It won't be on Park's level, but I'm starting to think that there'll be potential, just have to see if things end up out of hand or not.

[scholarart]

Act 3 - Ch 1 - The Nature of Art

Art feels. Let me clarify. Art does not exist in a vacuum. It only exists upon observation. It needs someone to interact with it. If it has no one to interact with, then it cannot exist. A painting, as far as it and we are concerned, has no meaning until it is observed. Only then does it have meaning.

What does this mean of stories and paintings and characters and songs and so on that only exist in the mind? Do these have meaning, or must they be observed from the outside to have meaning? To exist as art? This is a serious question. Art exists only with people.

So does art feel pain when it is denied that meaning. When it is denied a reader. When we take an idea, ball it up, and throw it out. How about during the process of creation? Does clay feel pain as it is molded into something? Does it hurt when even the creator doesn’t know what they’re doing? Do we know what we are doing? I don’t. So does it feel pain? Cause I know I am.

The screen continues to stare at me. I am caffeinated yet oh so tired. What to do, what to do. Oh I’ll message him.

CoffeeRose : Hiiii grave digger!!!!

GraveDigger: Yo.

CoffeeRose : D’ya ever wonder if art feels pain?

GraveDigger : ?

CoffeeRose : Yknow. Like how it changes based on perception and stuff. You think that hurts?

GraveDigger : Does it hurt when you’re perceived?

CoffeeRose : Very much so!

GraveDigger : Let me rephrase. Should it hurt when you are perceived?

CoffeeRose : IDK

GraveDigger : Well… most people would say no. Perception doesn’t hurt, only when someone acts on it could it, otherwise it's all up here.

CoffeeRose : But what if the perception is wrong, like how people see me as a b— when Im really a gurl.

GraveDigger : Then that's the interpreters fault, not the art.

CoffeeRose : But whatabout art that doesnt exist. Or begins perception as one thing then ends as another…

GraveDigger : Does it hurt when you started life to now? Pain was only part of it. We don’t describe change as painful. Only the parts where we did not have the support we needed.

GraveDigger : Moreover, I think you are putting far too much thought into this. You should ask yourself whether the creation is painful to the creator. I find that is much more of an interesting question.

CoffeeRose : But its a boring question!!!!!!! Cause it does hurt.

GraveDigger is typing…

Blank.

GraveDigger is typing…

Blank.

GraveDigger : Ask yourself if creation is the only way art can exist. C’est la vie.

That's how he always signs off. That's Life. Cringe. You can keep messaging over and over but he won’t respond. He “only responds when the time is right.” Yea right. He kept sending me cat videos all last week. Ugh. 

3:45 am. 

Ugh. My girlfriend won’t be on for another three hours. I can’t blame her though. She has a healthy sleep cycle and doesn’t hate herself. At least… she doesn’t hate herself as much as I hate myself. It wouldn’t matter anyway. She’d read it, smile and say something like, “You’re being silly girl. Try creating something. That usually helps you!” And she’d be right. I’m getting grumpy, thought I. As in, it just popped in, like a tutorial tip. I figure it's time to sleep then. There is always tomorrow.

[sherasswords]

So I've been toying around with a Despara AU (if you don't know who Despara is I recommend looking her up) but I haven't got a full fic and I just wanted to share this little snippet I've been working on to gauge people's interest. So, here you go (warning: suggestive NSFW stuff but it cuts off before things get too spicy):

Catra returns to the hut almost an entire week later. She had been keeping her distance because Glimmer had told her it wasn't going to be pretty and she hadn't been lying. This was decidedly very ugly business. When Catra enters, Adora's head is hanging, her wrists are still strapped to the chair arms, as her ankles are to the legs of the chair. Her clothes look damp, and it's clear that she's been sweating from sheer pain. Her clothes are a little tattered and worse for wear. She's still dressed in the Horde uniform she had been wearing under her armour at their fight. She's out cold though, so at least that's something.

Catra moves around her and makes her way to the nearby faucet. She grabs a nearby rag and begins wetting it as she also fills up a glass of water. She takes a deep long sigh. She shouldn't have come back here.

When Catra turns, she almost drops the water from shock. Adora is staring directly at her. Just silently staring. She looks... expressionless. The only emotion Catra can really see is that she looks exhausted. She is watching Catra like Catra is the canary and Adora is the cat, ready to pounce. She doesn't say anything to her, which is probably a blessing, but Catra holds up the glass of water in offering anyway. Adora still doesn't say anything, but she doesn't say no, so Catra takes that as a invitation.

Catra steps towards her and Adora parts her lips. Her lips are clearly chapped, and she's obviously parched because as soon as she takes one sip her head moves back and she begins gulping the water desperately. Catra just holds the water and tips it back for the blonde. Some of it escapes Adora’s lips, runs down the side of her mouth and down her neck and then soaks into the collar of her shirt. Catra has to look away.

Once the glass is empty, Catra sets it aside and then places the wet rag on Adora’s forehead. She was burning up, residual side effects from the spell no doubt. Glimmer had meant literally that they were going to burn Despara out of Adora. Adora is silent, and it's a little disconcerting for Catra to witness. Usually Adora never shuts up, she's always muttering on about something, telling Catra how useless she is, etc. But now it's just... silence. It makes Catra feel uneasy.

Catra grabs a stool and pulls it so it is positioned in front of Adora. She takes a seat and stares at the blonde. Adora’s blue eyes seem more pale in colour than ususal, her skin is also clammy and more grey than its ususal pigment. She looks sick, which Catra supposes she is fighting off a virus. That's what Desprara is. A virus that has infected her best friend.

"Just kill me, Catra," Adora finally speaks, and Catra almost falls off her seat at it. "I'm insane. Honest to Hordak, batshit insane. I don't know what's real or not anymore. I started seeing you when I thought you died... I don't remember what I used to be like, but my mind is too badly damaged to return." Catra shakes her head.

"We can do it."

"You can't," Adora sounds so certain when she says that. "Shadow Weaver... She's so far in my head. All I can hear is her. The Horde brainwashes all of it's soldiers, I know that, but... it's all I know, all I was raised to think and feel. I think I've started believing the gospel they've been spreading. Eradicate the Rebellion. That's my mission. Without it... Who am I?"

"You're Adora, dingus, so stop talking about dying and start remembering," Catra says. There's a horrible moment of silence. Ususally Adora has some snarky remark, but there's nothing. She sits there in silence, her eyes on the ground.

"Why didn't you kill me?" Adora asks. It's probably the worst question she could ever ask Catra. "Why won't you kill me now?"

"I don't want you dead," Catra answers. She never has. Even when Adora has been awful, even when she has said the most hateful things imaginable. Catra remembers too well. She remembers her best friend who was kind, and soft, and caring, and who protected Catra. She loves Adora, so she really never could kill her.

"You thought about it though," Adora says, her head lifting. "I saw it... in your eyes... you considered swiping your claws across my throat."

"I'm considering doing that now if you keep talking shit," Catra huffs, unseriously. This, weirdly, manages to make Adora smile a little.

"Let me go, Catra," Adora whispers. "Please... or kill me... just... don't leave me here." Catra doesn't respond. She finds it hard to look at Adora now, to hear her plea for such things... It's so unlike her. "Do you remember those times we spent together?" Adora asks. "In the dark of our room."

"You mean your room," Catra responds coolly.

"And your room, when you got promoted," Adora says. Catra finally looks up again and sees not malice on Adora’s face, but genuine reflection. Her pale blue eyes become more alert when she sees she has managed to capture Catra’s attention once again.

"Why... Why did you..." Catra struggles to find the appropriate words to what it was that she truly wanted to ask. She was also too afraid to find the right words and to hear Adora’s answer.

"Why did I do it?" Adora asks. "Sleep with you?" Catra swallows and then nods. "Because... I wanted to," Adora says. "Because... you meant something to me."

"You wanted to own me," Catra says. "Whenever we... it was possession."

"It wasn't," Adora says. Catra gives her a look. "Okay, maybe it was a little, but it was also more than that. Catra... I know that I changed, I know that Shadow Weaver made me... angry... she changed me, but I do have genuine feelings for you."

"You do?" Catra asks, raising an eyebrow. "As in the present tense?" Adora looks away at that.

"Can you let me out for a little amount of time?" Adora asks. Catra really probably shouldn't, and she's not sure what possesses her to do it, but she stands and makes her way to the chair that Adora was so tightly bound down to. Catra starts unbuckling the straps. She has plenty of time to go back on this, but she just can't. She's here. She's committed. She's going to let Adora out.

Once the bindings are undone, Adora rubs her wrists, which were red with irritation. She looks up at Catra in amazement, and Catra knows she's probably thinking the same thing Catra is thinking: what the fuck?

Adora stands and Catra finds herself backing away towards the back of the hut. Adora pursues, but her steps are non-threatening, she is simply following Catra’s lead. "I enjoyed it," Catra admits as she leans against a sort of countertop. Adora stands in front of her. "Our... moments together. I enjoyed them."

"I know you did," Adora says, her hands land on Catra’s hips and she looks at her, quizzical. "You couldn't fake that kind of pleasure."

"I didn't like it because you made me cum, Adora," Catra says. She feels it. That magnetic attraction that's always been between them. It's there now, drawing them both together. Always together. "I liked it because it was you." Catra speaks that 'you' with all the emotion she feels for Adora. All the heartbreak she has felt. All the love. All the longing. Everything. Nothing has quite filled her up and emptied her than Adora.

Adora is tall, taller than Catra anyway, and she is pure muscle, seems she's been working out more since Catra last saw her, and even as grimy and bloody as she is, Catra has never wanted her more. She has always wanted Adora. She doesn't know how to stop wanting her. Adora leans in, their lips brush, but she doesn't close the distance quite yet. Catra’s breath becomes laboured as she lifts her hand to the back of Adora’s neck. "I'm no good for you, Catra," Adora whispers, and then she kisses her.

[morphomixz]

Eclipsed in Paris (Miraculous x Reader) Pt 5

5:17:23 PM 

"I'm sorry to say this, but who are you?" 

Why was that my first reaction to a flying bat-mouse-looking thing? Most people would have screamed, probably even throw something at it... and I said I was sorry to it?!?!

"Hello! I am Bazoo (Baz-zoo) your kwami, you must be the holder of the bat miraculous." 

"I guess... What's a miraculous?"

"Your necklace. When you wish to transform using the fear miraculous, you will say Bazoo, spread my wings! To detransform, you'll say drop wings." came the squeaky voice. 

"Alright, and do you need anything specific to eat? Do you eat?"

"I do eat! I love blackberries and black cherries!" she replied cheerfully, I think.

"Okay, then... Bazoo spread my wings!"

A bright purple hue covered my body. I can feel a sort of latex, maybe leather take over the denim of my jeans, and they disappear like nothing leaving me clad in a black suit with plum undertones. My arms have some sort of loose jagged fabric resembling bat wings, and my hands are completely covered with sharpened tips where they end. My head somehow has ears connected to either side, that are completely pointed at the ends and the mask isn't like most where it covers the eyes, but rather it covers the mouth, and my hair covers the majority of my eyes. Where the miraculous was, the originally red jewel turned wine colored and the wings of the bat glowed a light silver hue. 

"Um... Bazoo, what do I do now?" I asked the emptiness of the room. No response. 

Then I happened to notice outside the window just how much of a wreak Paris was. Oh yeah, the first day of school, the first day of dealing with akumatized villains. Great...

There was supposed to be a Ladybug and Chat Noir interview tonight. I only know this because Chloe said she'd be the first caller. Speaking of the call, she also told me she gave Adrien my number so I'd at least have some connections here for better friend choices... Anyways, it appears Ladybug didn't want to talk about her relationship with Chat Noir and now the news lady's gone crazy.

Oh my, Atlanta, she's got, Chloe!

I raced over to Chloe's room just in time to see her disappear into the subway and for Paris to get a look at me in a bat costume, but Nadja didn't recognize me. However, it wasn't just the viewers who saw me, but also Chat Noir and Ladybug... and they looked just as shocked as "Prime Queen". 

"Well, well, well, looks like we have a new superhero joining us tonight. Are you here to fight Ladybug for Chat Noir's love since she can't just confess?" Nadja or Prime Queen questioned. 

"Uh, sorry but I've never met Chat Noir, nor am I here to fight Ladybug..."

That's when a blue-purple butterfly appeared in front of her face, and she decided to push me through the portal where Chloe was and followed through.

"You're going to give me your miraculous, after making my rating skyrocket,"  she said to me off the record of her broadcast. Then she addressed Ladybug and Chat Noir. 

"Welcome, to the subway of suspense! If it reaches seventy miles per hour, you can say goodbye to your precious little friend."

I made a grab for the "weapon" I had as part of my costume. It's a boomerang. What can I do in a cramped subway with a boomerang? Bazoo mentioned a special power, "echo" that would allow me to locate something I desperately want to find, but I can only use it once and I have to go find it. Echo also pushes back anything in my way of the item but it may be too dangerous in a confined space. 

"Well, well, look here, the ratings are rising! More and more of you want to know if our superhero friends will get here on time. The suspense is killing her! Ladybug! Cat Noir! Are you willing to travel through the screen to save your darling Chloé? Ladybug are you ready to fight... What was your name dear?!" Prime Queen knocked me out of my thoughts.

"I'm Rouge, and she's not going to die in this train just so you can get more viewers." my glare spoke more than my tone for me. Nadja recoiled away from me with that glare but continued her attempt at luring in Chat Noir and Ladybug. 

" Ladybug, Cat Noir, New Girl! I beg you, save my jacket!

"Your jacket or you?" I replied to her. Is she seriously more worried about the jacket than her own life?

It appeared Chat Noir and Ladybug were preparing to enter the portal to the subway. Not the greatest idea, but I guess it works. I had already started trying to untie Chloe's binds with much struggle because she keeps moving around. 

"Will you stay still? I'm trying to save you and your jacket right now." I commanded. She listened until she saw our two new members at the subway party. 

"Ugh, finally, what took you so long? Hurry up and get me out of this underground nightmare! Woah!" Chloe fell over and took me with her. 

"I thought I told you to stay still. Now we're both in trouble!" I harshly whispered to Chloe as Prime Queen noticed my hands. 

"You're about to be the stars of the highest-rated show in all of TV history! Rouge, shall we dance with our stars?" Nadja said to Ladybug, Chat Noir, and I.

"Excuse you?! In what way am I on your side?" I said while throwing the boomerang, effectively tripping her up. 

"Where's the akuma?" asked Ladybug clearly focused on Prime Queen. 

"I'll find out, just trust me on this," I told her gaining strange looks from her and Chat Noir. 

"ECHO" and an ungodly screech left my throat following the command. The ringlets from the screech pinpointing on Nadja's watch and also effectively shattered the windows of the moving subway.

"It's in the watch," I said rather ashamedly, but then again Chat Noir is the holder of the miraculous of destruction.

"I'll deal with Prime Queen." Ladybug said. 

"We'll get the door, " Chat Noir said dragging me with him, and forgetting Chloe in the process, I followed him. 

Checking the door, it's clear the door isn't locked but it won't budge. The only way to get out would be through the windows at this point. 

"The doors jammed. You're Rouge, right? I'm Chat, welcome to the club."

"Uh, thanks? Is this normal?"

"Akumatized villains, yes. Being stuck on a train, not so much." he said before yelling back to Ladybug,  "We're trapped!". 

"The rules for my show are simple, admit the truth live on TV that you're dating and in love and I'll stop the train!"

"What did I just get into?"

[arthooooor]

Gardening Log 1

I've never done one of these before, but I'm really proud of this project and I wanted to share my progress.

BACKSTORY TIME:

My dream of several years has been to start a garden. It never really got off the ground (haha, ground... gardening puns are fun) until this past year. I started breaking the ground up and turning it into a dirt patch sometime this past winter, before The Big Cold, or afterwards on a really warm day-- I really don't remember because my sense of time is completely off. Anyways, now that it's warm and I'm currently unemployed, I have a lot of time to really focus in on that dirt patch. Really make something out of it. For a while it looked like this:

not pictured, but there was cardboard keeping the grass from growing in on those spots for a while. Twas a gardening tip I gathered from youtube. It's also a great way of killing your lawn! I read an article about that while writing this while I was trying to fact check what I did:

https://www.treepeople.org/2014/07/16/sheet-mulch/#:~:text=After%202%20months%2C%20dig%20through,remove%20it%20and%20the%20grass.

Today I set out to make the dirt patch dirt-ier. I don't have a fancy tiller like some folks, just a shovel, a rake, and some kind of hand-tiller I got ages ago. I don't have a good relationship with the hand tiller, it's a little annoying to use and I am not very strong. That said, I got a lot done using all three tools together. Perhaps, with time, we will learn to work together a little more harmoniously.

Anyways, here's the finished product:

I threw some seeds down in the dirt kind of haphazardly as an experiment a few days ago. They might not germinate, or they might. We'll see! I was feeling like an eager beaver. Trying not to be attached to the outcome of that particular pet project.

The other half of this project has been seed germination. I was really unsure of how this would turn out. The only plant I've ever kept alive before was a ficus and unfortunately I had a little bit of an oopsie (psychosis) and I neglected him until he died. RIP Killer Joe, you are missed.

But! I'm in a new chapter of my life and I think my emotional wellbeing is now somewhat tied to whether or not I can keep plants alive.

In all seriousness, if you're in a place where you can and you think gardening will help you, I recommend it. It gives me good feelings inside, which are not always easy to come by.

This is my seed germination set-up. Despite how discouraged I was feeling about this side of the project, I am happy to say my first seeds have sprouted! I would like to include a photo, but tumblr keeps changing that photo to another one. Not sure why... The sprouts are really hard to see anyways.

I am proud of my seeds. I'm not sure if anyone else has ever experienced this, but I find myself whispering when I'm talking to them. Like it I talk too loud, it might scare them (Silly as that may be).

Germinating seeds seemed really intimidating when I first started. I ended up using cardboard and an old cat litter tray filled with potting soil. Obviously, I had many anxieties about how this would go (and will go) given my history with plants, but today's sprouts filled me with joy I was not expecting. The best thing to do seems to be keeping the soil moist throughout the day. I forgot to for a day when I firs started and that sent me into panic mode, but my fears were unfounded.

I am also germinating a single seed using the wet paper towel in a plastic bag method. We will see how that one progresses. It actually sprouted in the tray, but I accidentally pulled it up and I felt bad about just discarding it.

Outside of The Big Project, I am also trying to keep a Lavender plant alive. I don't think she's going to hold on for much longer, but one can always hope.

My current plan is to grow a combination of flowers and vegetables. The first seed tray is all vegetables. The second one is going to be herbs. After the last frost date passes and as long as I can stay patient, I'll worry about flowers.

That about wraps it up! I hope you've enjoyed my first gardening log. I'll update more as I go along and talk more about my plans, which plants I'm growing, and anything else gardening related.

- Art-Marigold

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Anarchy

A shadowy silhouette stands in a dim room lit only by its one large window. A humanoid butterfly bobs up and down anxiously next to the tall specter, who is reading a passage from an ancient looking tome.

A conclusion is reached.

And a grin spreads across the shadowy figure’s face.

What better way to motivate heroes, than a villain?

Many stories begin the same way.

A threat. An attack. And a response.

But this one starts long before all that.

Yes, the Guardian of the Miraculous chooses Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Adrien Agreste to wield The Earrings of the Ladybug and The Ring of the Cat, but in this tale that is the least of their roles.

This story commences with the birth of the Couffaine-Stone children to the world-famous Croco Duo.

You see, in this universe, while the same cannot be said for the couple, the band never broke up. This has far reaching consequences on subsequent events.

So, what follows?

Pure, utter, chaos.

“You really need to drop that utterly ridiculous habit.”

Juleka takes a final drag of her cigarette, leaning on the balcony banister, and ignores the blonde behind her.

Chloe watches in distaste as smoke curls out of Juleka’s mouth and she stubs her cigarette out, throwing the ashy tipped filter into the wastebin of the hotel room behind her.

“Disgusting,” Chloe mutters, lips curled. “I am merely here to inform you of Adrikins arrival. Feel free to not join us.”

Juleka turns her head just enough to make eye contact with Chloe’s icy gaze, lazy smile spreading across her face.

“Who else will give Roger another heart attack when he comes to pick up his daughter from her playdate?”

“If she were here today, your brother’s new tattoo would suffice,” Chloe sneers. “I swear his arms are a crime against humanity. As well as your face.”

Juleka sticks out her tongue, deliberately playing with its piercing.

“Tch,” Chloe spins on her heel, over-sprayed ponytail cutting a sharp path through the late summer air.

Juleka, mainly out of spite, follows her out into the hallway and into her suite.

“Jule!” Adrien hits the pause button on his controller and looks up from the TV screen. “You came!”

He crushes her into a hug as Chloe scoffs at the nickname, and Luka discreetly unpauses the game and beats Adrien’s level three mecha into the ground.

“How have you been?” Adrien beams, stepping back with a final squeeze.

“Decent,” Juleka answers, resolutely not thinking about their recent swimsuit photoshoot. “Skimping on schoolwork.”

“Oh!” Adrien lights up. “I'm not going to be homeschooled this year!”

“For real?” Luka finally stops restarting the game behind Adrien’s back, twisting around to rest his chin on the back of the couch in order to face everyone.

“Guess who got a new classmate?” Chloe strikes an exaggerated pose, flipping off Juleka while Adrien’s looking at her brother.

“Chloe Bourgeoise’s friend,” Juleka muses. “What a first impression. I feel bad for Adrien’s social life.”

“Fuck you.”

Luka sighs.

“Anyway, I was thinking,” Adrien rubs the back of his neck, ignoring the mini spat. “You could live full time at the hotel… I’m sure Andre will give you guys a discount… And you already know me, Chlo, and Sabrina…”

It didn’t take a genius to realize where this was going.

“Well, you could, um, join our class?”

“Excuse me?” Chloe says, whose face sours more the longer Adrien talks. “Are you serious?”

For once, Juleka somewhat agrees with her.

“I mean, the three of us have been taught by tutors our whole lives!” he continues, arms flapping. “Surely you want to try something different? Also, my dad won’t back out at the last minute if you do.”

“We do move around a whole lot,” Luka says.

Juleka stares at him flatly.

“Come on,” he says. “We’re only back in Paris this long because of your modeling contract. I mean, when was the last time we stayed in one place for longer than two weeks?”

Upset at being mildly tempted, Juleka looks away from Luka’s calm face, only to meet Adrien’s puppy eyes and Chloe’s grimace.

Staying would have the added benefit of pissing her off.

“Well, if it’ll make you happy,” she grumbles. “Could be interesting.”

“Yay!” Adrien does a celebratory spin and leaps over the back of the couch to face the screen once more, only to meet betrayal. “Hey, what happened to my mecha? I saved up my level four respawn!”

Luka presses his knuckles to his mouth, muffling his laughter.

“Juleka Couffaine?”

“Present,” she says quietly, anxiety drying her mouth and throat.

Whispers between classmates, which previously sprang up at Adrien’s name, increase. Juleka definitely overhears snatched fragments of conversations mentioning the Agreste summer line, as well as those cursed swimsuit photographs. She hides behind her bangs, which for once aren’t clipped back in public.

“They’re definitely dating,” some meathead mutteres.

“More like fornicating,” his nerdy friend responds.

They both snicker, as though she can’t hear every word they say.

She’s sitting directly behind them for fuck’s sake.

See, PR team? This was why she should come out publicly already, potential backlash be damned.

“It would be so romantic if they were together,” someone across the aisle dressed in eyesore pink squeals to her red haired deskmate. “The chemistry in those pictures is to die for!”

“You just like those photos because they're both hot,” he says, not looking up from his doodles. “Not that I can blame you for that.”

“Settle down class,” Ms. Bustier speaks loudly to be heard over the spike of noise in the classroom, thankfully cutting off any more mortifying tidbits from reaching Juleka’s ears.

Chloe, Adrien and Sabrina have their faults, but this much of a reaction from people who are supposed to be her peers now?

This was a mistake.

The universe seems to agree with her, as the left-hand wall explodes inwards, little bursts of plaster dust twirling through the air.

A stone behemoth roars at the sky.

Entranced, Juleka yells back.

The giant pauses and looks at her, confused.

“Come on!” Eyesore Pink grabs her by the hand. “Run!”

And Juleka’s yanked away from the chaos.

Eyesore Pink- Rose -is an obliviously bubbly but ultimately kind hearted person. Juleka decides to forgive her for her earlier statement, considering the girl braved a colossus for someone she didn’t know. She may have done it for fanatic reasons, but in order to stay sane, Juleka’s just going to treat her as a potential acquaintance.

“What is she doing here,” Chloe appears in the doorway of the Couffaine-Stone suite, nose wrinkled in distaste.

“You get back from being kidnapped by a supervillain,” Juleka says, “and the first thing you do is complain that I brought one of your classmates over?”

“They’re your classmates now too, loser.”

“I wouldn’t have worded it that way,” Luka interjects. “But yes, what she said.”

“I can just leave…” Rose inches towards the door. “But I'm glad you're all okay!”

“No,” Juleka says. “Unless you really want to, that is. You should know that my ulterior motive here is annoying Blondie, but we can still hang.”

“Yeah!” an out of breath Adrien materializes behind Chloe and nudges her into the room. “I’ve always wanted to have a movie night with friends from school.”

“It’s not night,” Luka points out.

“You're not friends,” Juleka adds.

“Yet!” Rose and Adrien say simultaneously, then exchange a high-five.

“So, movie?” he asks.

“We better pick a good movie, assholes,” Chloe scoffs, patting her hair. “Last time we watched The fucking Room.

“But consider; you have shit taste,” Juleka says. “Maybe you shouldn’t get to vote.”

Rose looks between the two of them, eyebrows arched.

“They’re just teasing,” Adrien tells her kindly. “It’s kind of a habit now, whenever we watch a movie.”

“Sure,” Chloe says. “Teasing.”

“Okay,” Rose shakes off her momentary confusion. “In that case should we weigh our options? I vote for Inside Out!”

“We already know we need therapy,” Luka says, ignoring the glares sent his way by a pair of indignant blonds. “Let’s watch something dumb.”

Juleka leans forward to pick up the remote and says “Birds of Prey.”

“How about a no?” Luka is quick to respond, snatching the remote from between her fingers. “Once was enough.”

Juleka crosses her arms and growls.

“You’re allowed to like whatever trash you want,” Chloe says. “Just don’t foist it on us. If we’re going for dumb, I vote Legally Blonde.”

“Once was enough,” Juleka echoes her brother. “The World’s End.”

“What did I say about therapy?” Luka says, raising the remote out of her reach when she attempts to swipe it. “Even the press knows you’re probably an alcoholic.”

“But Edgar Wright’s an amazing director,” Rose objects. 

“Maybe we can compromise?” Adrien speaks up for the first time since the debate started.

“On what exactly?” Juleka challenges. “None of the nominations are similar in any way.”

“Well, what else has he directed?” Adrien asks.

“I’m not watching Baby Driver,” Luka states. “It’s a matter of principle.”

“Tsk.” Chloe shakes her head. “Scott Pilgrim is obviously what we’ll end up agreeing on. Idiots.”

“It is hilarious,” Luka concedes.

“See?” Adrien smiles. “Compromise.”

“Hey, I’m the genius here,” Chloe tosses her hair. “It would have taken you knuckleheads half an hour to reach a decision without me.”

“Any vetoes?” Juleka asks, mostly to stop Chloe’s self congratulatory speech. “No? ‘Kay, Luka. Hit it.”

Music is blaring and a rainbow of strobe lights cut through the dark, blinking in and out of existence. On the refreshment table, behind the obligatory smattering of snacks, bottles line up, artificial fruit juices and six-packs of beer next to fizzing champagne and cheap vodka, while stacks of disposable red cups of the large, medium, and shot-sized variety teeter precariously at its very edge. Luka disappears into the crowd, no doubt in search of his fellow crackheads, though Juleka does her best not to think about that. The host shoves a shot into her hand and she downs it in seconds, grimacing at the taste and the flare of dry warmth on her tongue and in her chest, which climbs through her airways and presses behind her eyes. The initial overwhelming sensation quickly recedes into vague fuzziness, more a promise of future gratification than direct intoxication, and, guilty with pleasure, Juleka lets herself be pulled to the dance floor by someone she met minutes before.