#black kitties rule the world

[happyheidi]

Black cats in paintings 🐈‍⬛ x

by eva fialka, vanessa stockard alisapaints

[telekinesis-mind-control-comics]

[iloveartandmore]

Cat notebook cover 😻

[gender-euphowrya]

kinda fucks me up how women spent so fucking long battling to have their place in the gaming community be recognized, laying the stereotypes that they're less skilled/naturally less interested in games than men to rest

only for society to be like "okay we can acknowledge gamer girls But they have to have pink chairs cat-ear headsets and play farming sims"

[help-itrappedmyself]

Summoning Game Show

Masterpost

They are all in a warehouse fighting a bunch of cultists, trying to keep them from activating their summoning circle when it happens. One of the cultists manages to hit Red Robin across the face hard enough for blood to drip down from you cut. The blood lands in the summoning circle at Red Robin’s feet and he has a moment to realize he is standing in the circle before it starts glowing Lazarus green and sucks him in.

He lands with a yelp in a very large room. There is a podium at the front and people are starting to come in from the walls, but they aren’t human. They are also glowing lazarus green, and Red tracks a boy with white hair and a black suit as his tail turns into legs and he starts walking towards the podium.

Red looks up and the portal is still open above him, but It’s starting to flicker. He assumes that means it’s closing and starts trying to find a way back up there, but it’s to far from any walls, and the ceiling has nothing for the grapple to attach to, and he can’t get any further before Nightwing is falling towards him.

“Oh, shit.” Red mutters, getting out of the way. Of course, Dick rolls with it and pops up ready to fight.

“Red, are you okay?”

“ Fine, but we have no way back up.”

Dick turns to look at the portal, only for Hood and Robin to fall through as well, right before it closes.

Dick and Tim share a look as Damian and Jason pick themselves off the floor.

“Wonderful!” They all turn to the voice at the front of the room. “Now that everyone is here, we can get started! Welcome to the Infinite Realms. I’m Danny, your host for the competition. You are here because you tried to summon the Ghost King, Great One, Slayer of Pariah Dark, Ruler of the Infinite Realms. You shouldn’t have thought it would be so easy. He has brought you here instead so you can compete for the right to an audience. The rules are simple, each round you will compete against one of His subjects, and if you are successful, you will earn a clue in the final puzzle! There will be one round for each contestant to earn a clue. If you lose your round, the others play on without you. Only those still in the game at the end of the last round will have the chance to solve the final puzzle. Any questions?”

The vigilantes looked among themselves. They didn’t mean to be here, but this seemed worth at least getting more information on.

“What happens if we lose exactly?” Nightwing asks.

“You spin the wheel of dimensions, and then Kitty takes care of you.” 

“And… What if we don’t want to play?” Red asks hesitantly. 

There is a frown from Danny. The other ghosts in the room shared looks. Danny starts to flicker as he grows fangs and his eyes start to glow more brightly. 

“Are you trying to tell me that after finding, drawing, and successfully activating your summoning circle, after hearing the terms of engagement you have decided that your goal was not to meet the King, but instead to waste all of our time?”

“No! Nope, we are so ready to compete.” Nightwing states. “We’d love to meet the King.”

“Ah!” Danny calms back into a smile. “Then we continue!”

Danny nods to one of the ghosts, who leaves through a side door.

“Now you can decide who plays each challenge, but remember, each person can only compete in one round. The first three rounds are physical competitions. The first is a timed obstacle course. Since us ghosts have a natural advantage over you guys, this is a timed event rather than a race. However, since we still need to participate, Skulker will be chasing you as Boxy tries to distract you. Choose your contestant!”

Nightwing raises his hand.

Inspired by this post by @phantoms-world-and-more

[julia4today]

cozy glow fluff

(hobie x pink!reader) — fem prns..?

hobie, the rule breaking, cop hating, spider-punk. he goes around spraypainting walls, or beating some evil villain. that or he’s being told off by miguel for his “disrespectful” behavior. AKA he was telling the truth and miguel doesn’t seem to appreciate honesty as much as hobart does.

maybe people expect him to have a girlfriend just as punk as him. maybe they don’t expect a girlfriend at all.

————

last night had been a long one. he had just gotten home from a mission with gwendy. he had some scrapes and bruises so he was forced to go to the medical center. he hated being told to do things, especially go to the medical center. it was so sterile, so void of life. and could definitely use a new paint job.

he had missed band practice which means having his phone blown up about their upcoming gig and how it was the 4th time that month he’d “skipped” practicing.

as he swung through the city all he could think of was you. all he could think of was the way you smelt like sugar cookies and rainy days. he dodged building after building, soon his eyes focusing on the apartment ahead. only one room illuminated.

only one room with that familiar cozy glow that he came to appreciate oh so much. as he approached the edifice, his eyes trained on the dusty bricks, and the chipping paint of the window sill that he had glued himself against, climbing the side of the structure.

he pryed open the window, a loud creaking noise ensuing. he winced slightly, hoping that if you were sleeping, you hadn’t woken up. he crawled into the kitchen, inhaling at your aroma that snuck its way throughout the flat.

he scanned the space, he saw the muffins you had left on the stove top. he grabbed one as he snuck towards your bedroom. noting the usual decorations as well as some new ones. pictures of him, in a pink frame of course. he ran his fingers over it, reminiscing on the memory, one from a week prior. you had convinced hobie to go to a fair.

the both of you had a wonderful time then, even if he was reluctant to admit it. you accepted this and was proud that he stepped out of his comfort zone while also managing not to steal.

curse you and your sickeningly sweet smile that makes him forget how horrible the system is. don’t worry, he made some ruckus the next day to make up for the loss. as his eyes grew heavy he reached for the handle of your door.

the door opened with a loud moan of the hinges. the list on your fridge of things to fix in your house obviously not helping. glancing at the clock, he read the time. 2 am. he mentally cursed himself for coming to see you that late, but really who could blame him.

most see hobie as a ruffian who only causes uproar and disharmony. but you saw him as much more. he was able to be himself with you. he allowed himself to let you in, to see all his insecurities that weren’t open to the rest of the world.

he glanced back at you, snuggled up in a pink blanket and your hello kitty pajamas. both of which he bought (stole) for you (but he wouldn’t tell you that he actually stole it). the light still shining dimly, he chuckled, knowing you had probably stayed up waiting for him.

he soon discarded the majority of his clothes and climbed into bed next to you. your figure tossing and turning, your breath changing before restoring back to a soft snore. you found it embarrassing that you snore, he found it adorable and made sure to reassure you of that. and also to remind you that insecurity is another way the government divides us so we can’t band together and overthrow it.

reaching over he turned off the light. his black shirt contrasting with the rosy color of your linens. he wraps his arms around you, which you quickly oblige. snuggling closer into his chest.

“love ‘ya doe.” he had begun calling you doe when you first met, it was to point out your innocence which soon became something he treasured most about you. although he did appreciate your tenacity when protesting. you could definitely overthrow one hell of a government all on your own when you were angry.

“mm love you too,” you said sleepily, only mildly drooling on hobie. you fell back asleep as quick as you woke up. he smiled and rested his chin on top your head.

closing his eyes and falling asleep.

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okay first fic what do we think? do you want hobie smut? or maybe something with miguel??? i have a whole list of ideas but i’d love some more!! pls pls request something you want to see and i’ll add it to the list.

reblogs much appreciated, feel free to message me 🩷

[thinkingaboutjaedyn]

a big fat lesbian masterlist ✸

INTRO ━ i'm aj! sixteen. black. they/them. became a fan of woso after the 23' world cup in around september. the biggest fan and defender of the uswnt w/no shame. jaedyn's wife™. i like the frawnt, chelsea, san diego wave, gotham, angel city, psg, real madrid, tigres and man city the most. also into college wbb & woho. i love writing fluff mostly, sometimes angst depending on my mood. never smut though. i'm just an overall menace and very chaotic and a yapper. an orange cat by definition.

RULES & REQUESTS ━ my only rule is that i don't write smut because i'm trash at it for one and for two i'm a whole minor. that already feels weirdly illegal. however, everything else is fine; angst, fluff, and sad stuff. i write for pretty much anyone but mainly for my faves because i have a grasp on their personalities way more than other players. requests are currently OPEN, but they take some time because my mind sometimes wanna be all funny and have writer's block. also i'm a full time highschool student and athlete, so i don't always have the time or energy. still i like writing alot so don't be shy to send in a request, i'll get to it eventually.

second masterlist

────────────────── ★ CURRENT WORKS

FRAWNT ★ ─────────────────────────

elisa de almeida

one. puppy love.

two. hot choco with a side of kisses.

three. the baby chronicles.

four. my favorite view.

five. eye contract is overrated.

six. kindergarten painted hearts.

seven. can't help myself.

eight. red looks good on you.

selma bacha

one. the biggest bully ever.

────────────────────── ★ BARCELONA

★ ───────────────────────────────

aitana bonmati

one. falling for you.

two. lovely jokester.

three. lovely jokester part two.

four. ex.

ingrid engen

one. never expected to like you this much.

two. nights like this; part one of series.

three. could've been; part two of series.

four. good days; part three of series.

five. ingrid as your girlfriend.

mapi leon

one. stupid headcanons.

two. hidden fear.

multiple players / all

one. napping with mapi leon and ingrid engen.

two. barcelona is the type to.

────────────────────────── ★ USWNT

★ ───────────────────────────────

trinity rodman

one. trin as your girlfriend.

two. beach day fun.

three. the kitty surprise.

four. it wasn't me.

ashley sanchez

one. most annoying person ever.

two. ash as your girlfriend.

kelly o'hara

one. five things about you.

sophia smith

one. soph as your girlfriend.

jaedyn shaw

one. i'm your biggest fan.

all / multiple

one. uswnt is the type to.

© THINKINGABOUTJAEDYN

[gallusrostromegalus]

So who in AEIWAM has an impulse/drunk tattoo (or similar equivalent)?

It's not who you think it is.

Shuuhei's "69" tattoo was meticulously planned and done stone-cold sober, as was Renji's black work body tattoos.

Kensei got drunk several times while planning out his tattoo to comemerating his service in the sixth and ninth divisions but you can hardly call something he agonized about font choices over for three months an "impulse" decision.

Rangiku has gotten drunk and done a lot of impulsive things but she HATES needles so she's never gotten a tattoo.

Tetsuzaimon Iba has an enormous full-color almost yakuza-style tattoo across his entire back dedicated to his beloved childhood kitty. It's both a masterwork of art and totally ridiculous.

If asked and he is in a loquacious mood or wants to terrorize the clan again, Byakuya will tell you he has gotten SEVERAL tattoos. This is because Byakuya is slightly confused about what a tattoo actually is, and thinks that any ink drawing upon the skin is a tattoo, and is counting all the times he's let Yachiru doodle on him in sharpie. They're semi-permanent, adding to the confusion for him, but he's never had truly permanent work done. He's not actually aware that's an option. He thinks Renji re-draws his eyebrows every morning, and is impressed with his dedication to the aesthetic.

Zaraki Kenpachi has a number of tattoos but they're so old and faded they're almost impossible to see unless you're looking for them. He got them when he was still living with his eagle family- aware that her son was a Primate, She Who Rules The Sky would take him down to one of the local tribal villages in summer so he could learn how to speak and eat vegetables. This was well before the taboos against tattooing come to living world Japan, and he had parts of his hands and arms marked with small symbols to denote the tribe he lived with part time, and that he was a son of a Kami, so other people in the area knew he was going to be a weirdo and where to return his lost ass to. Sort of an ID he couldn't lose. He tried to have them renewed a few years ago, because he is still close with the village, but he has trouble controlling hisreiatsu enough to let the needle through his skin, and that, more than anything has motivated him to actually learn some spiritual control.

Yamamoto and Gin both have tattoos they got in the midst of romantic furor, that they have since somewhat come to regret. Yamamoto has a camelia on his ass, and Gin has Rangiku's name on his lower back. Both were (mostly) thought out at the time. Kisuke Urahara has a cat's paw print on his hip, but that relationship seems to be going strong at least.

The person who got hammered and woke up with a tattoo he has no recollection of getting is straight-laced lieutenant commander Chojiro Sasikibe, who had a GREAT time at the Seireitei Flower Festival one year and woke up two days later in west 34 with a little tattoo of a butterfly on his ankle labelled "November, 2043" which was really weird, given that the year was currently 1476.

[melleonis]

it’s 2015 and i am

sitting on my mattress on the floor in the spare bedroom of the chicago condo my friend’s parents bought for them with oil company money. both of us have undiagnosed and unmedicated adhd. neither of us clean. the wide, shallow bathroom sink grows a yellow-black film of residue and shaved hair.

i am trying to come to terms with being dead. the year prior was a cascade of horror, a chain of a hundred different sudden sickenings in the gut, and as far as the world and most people in it are concerned, i no longer exist - which would have been more than fine with me, except that time continues to pass.

until recently, porpentine had been writing a column for rock paper shotgun called live free play hard, reviewing free indie games. itch.io is in its infancy, but unity is ten years old now and really starting to come into its own, and this is the heyday of the so-called walking simulator - Dear Esther in 2012 to Firewatch in 2016. i never played most of the big names, the ones that attracted all that sneering gamergate hatred (Gone Home excepted) - after all, they cost money, and in 2015, i didn’t have any of that. so every porpentine article was a damp, fertile patch of sometimes-delicious always-free mushrooms. i play a LOT of itch.io games that year, and i’ve been missing them lately, so i wanted to talk about them here.

live free play hard is a decade old, at this point. links are dead. games don’t quite run the same on modern computers. twine games which once had music are now silent. these are some of the survivors.

their angelical understanding by porpentine, herself. ***STROBE WARNING*** and also for a text-based game this is an intense PTSD simulator. i considered linking others of her games here: neon haze (link appears to be broken), CYBERQUEEN (about which i’ve already said a lot) or howling dogs (which is arguably still her best), but i went with t.a.u. because, well, in 2015 a PTSD simulator was what i needed.

CHYRZA by kitty horrorshow kh has probably Made It as an indie artist more than anyone else on this list? my metric for this is that there are two whole jacob geller video essays about her games. CHYRZA is pure tone: jittery unity platforming up desert monuments collecting audiologs. trust me, it’s really effective.

Bernband by Tom van den Boogaart this one still runs, but there’s a bit of slowdown in some areas. this is pure exploration through a very pixelly alien city: nightclubs, power stations, overpasses, late-night noodle bars. an empty chapel. a trumpet recital. the empty corridors and stairwells between everything. it’s stuck with me for all these years.

SABBAT by oh no problems this is the least subtle it is possible for a text game to be. it starts with animal sacrifice and gets really fucking explicit from there. as someone who had at the time cut a picture of baphomet out of the liner notes from a random black metal cd found in a des moine record store and taped it to my bedroom doorpost like a mezuzah, all i really wanted from SABBAT was the ability to have snakes for dicks, and buddy, it delivers. i remember there used to be a sort of sludgey doom metal soundtrack, but it doesn’t seem to exist anymore, and the credits link to a nonexistent soundcloud. so it goes.

HEARTWOOD by Kerry Turner hahaha man i’d completely forgotten about this game until i went back through the archives but fuck, it rules. it’s so simple. it’s pure sensation. i loved it then and i love it now.

Off-Peak by Cosmo D i think Cosmo D is still going strong these days! actually, i’m pretty sure i have unplayed games by them in my steam library, i should fix that. Off-Peak is a jazz exploration of the world’s most colorful train station. people are playing bespoke 2015 eurogames. a vendor is selling a bunch of sheet music that musicians have had to pawn, what with the way the economy is going. you understand. triplets stalk you. a man strokes a cow, menacingly. i would say it’s peak itch.io, but in point of fact it is, of course, off-peak itch.io.

anyway i lived, eventually, and went on to make art of my own, but it’s my belief - it’s my hope - that all my writing carries the spores these games and games like them put in me when i was dead and decaying and fertile ground for such things. i hope you play some of them. i hope you enjoy them. thanks for reading <3

[imtrashraccoon]

And here we are! I wrote this oneshot for @wendelin-utt as a prize for being so dedicated to booping everyone during the April Fools event. (Shut up, it is not fifteen days late!) They requested MC being isekaied and meeting Nostra.

Nostra is owned by @megalommi

Partially inspired by an audio by @improvidence318 and a oneshot by @aka-indulgence

Thank you! (I apologize if tagging any of you was annoying!) 乁⁠(⁠ ⁠•⁠_⁠•⁠ ⁠)⁠ㄏ

My Papa is a Hypnotist...and a Mobster?!

SkeletonChild!Reader & Nostra (Platonic if it wasn't already obvious.)

Word Count: 4,558

Our story begins in a dark room. It could be a bedroom or an office, but sitting in front of a desk, framed by the glow of their computer monitor is our protagonist.

And what are they doing at this ungodly hour you might ask? Well, dear reader, they are dedicating their very last moments to what will become a life changing event.

And the name of that event? The Boop-meter.

Overnight, their favourite hellsite had gone wild with the concept of...booping. You press a button and your target gets booped with a virtual kitty paw.

Truly a revolutionary idea.

Our protagonist has been clicking away at their computer for hours by now. Their goal? To achieve the coveted status [TUM BLR] and max out as many Boop-meters as they can at the same time.

Why? Well, clearly the site admins gave them too much power. Bapping strangers with hundreds upon hundreds of kitty paws without having to leave the comfort of your home? Well, no mortal alive could resist such an allure.

Ding!

That wasn't the sound of a Revenge Boop.

It seemed someone had sent you an Anonymous Ask.

"Do y0u bEli3ve iN 0thEr wor1ds?"

You snickered. No one used leetspeak unironically anymore and it was such a random question too. Your nimble fingers flew across the keys as you typed out an appropriately silly response.

"Sure, if it means Nostra exists somewhere! My life would be complete if I could get the chance to meet him!"

You went back to the vigorous tapping that maxing out these Boop-meters all but required. A few minutes later though, you received another ask.

"Bo0p!"

It occurred to you that when you set up your blog, you had forgotten to enable asks. So how had this Anon gotten through...?

Suddenly, there was a blinding flash of light from your computer.

Everything went black...

~ - < ฅ⁠^⁠•⁠ﻌ⁠•⁠^⁠ฅ > - ~

Where were you?

No matter how much you tried to blink them away, your vision was covered in bright spots.

The first thing you noticed was that you were outside in an alleyway. The second thing was that the world seemed so much bigger than before.

You could hear sounds of a struggle and when you looked around, spotted three figures in suits kicking another on the ground. It was then that you noticed that you were sitting in a pile of...ash? It stuck to your clothes and irritated the gaps in your bones.

Bones...

Why...were you a skeleton...?

Your ribcage hurt and it felt like your soul was going to burst.

This wasn't real. It couldn't be real.

All of the fanfiction and manga you had read hadn't prepared you for this. It felt like the world was rapidly spinning around you; as if you were stuck in the eye of a hurricane.

What had happened?

Living skeletons weren't real. You'd often wished they were but you knew it was impossible since magic didn't exist and never would. So that begged the question, had you just been transported to another world?

The thought was exciting and terrifying at the same time. On one hand you were fascinated with the idea that magic could exist and that you might be able to use it. On the other though, you were alone and knew nothing about the rules of this world. For all you knew, this society was vastly different from the one you had grown up in and there was a good chance that you wouldn't understand the local language.

It didn't help that you felt so small.

At some point, the sounds of struggle ceased and suddenly there were several people crowded around you. They spoke in hushed tones and you could tell just by looking at them that something terrible had just happened.

Through context clues, you managed to piece together that "you" had been heading home from the cinema with "your mother" when the unthinkable happened. They didn't seem to know if the attack had been premeditated or completely random though.

The men in suits looked really tough and seemed to have been acting as bodyguards, which explained why they had been beating up the thug who'd presumably been the one to carry out the grisly deed. So, did this mean that you were someone really important in this world?

Thankfully, they seemed to interpret your silence and bewilderment as symptoms of shock, which wasn't entirely wrong, as this whole situation was incredibly overwhelming. You were apparently lucky to have survived at all.

The next few hours were a bit of a blur. You were whisked away to what you soon learned was a safehouse, where you were examined by a kind bunny monster who you assumed was a doctor. She was very gentle and did her best to calm your nerves.

You ended up taking a nap since you were rather worn out from the whole ordeal. Although, not even an hour later, you were woken up to the sound of muffled voices outside the dimly lit bedroom.

"S-sir! Please, I know you're worried, but-"

The speaker was cut off by a much more gruff voice. "doctor...i need to see them now."

There was a beat of silence before she answered in a much calmer tone. "Yes... Of course, forgive me for overstepping, sir..."

He hummed in a non-committal way. "don't let anyone disturb us until i return."

"Yes sir."

You sat up and brought your legs up to your ribs, so that your chin was resting on your knees. At the same time, you tugged the blanket closer, only leaving your skull exposed as you peeked out from beneath it.

The door opened and another skeleton stepped softly into the bedroom. He was actually shorter than you'd expected but he had a rather stocky build that more than made up for it. He was wearing a dark tailored pinstriped suit, an expensive looking red and blue striped tie that had been hastily knotted, a pair of high quality leather shoes, and a blue suit jacket that he'd evidently thrown over his broad shoulders.

If it wasn't for the concerned look on his face, you might have been scared of him. He had sharp teeth that reminded you of a shark and his crimson eyelights only served to highlight how dangerous he was.

Your eye sockets widened when it suddenly struck you who this mysterious skeleton was, which he unfortunately seemed to interpret as fear, and his bonebrows furrowed. He clenched his fists and for a moment, he seemed to war with himself on how to best approach you.

That mysterious Anon must've done this! You had no clue how or why though. Still, you weren't complaining since it seemed like you'd gotten your wish. You were actually going to meet Nostra!

He moved carefully to the bed and knelt down on the floor to seem more approachable. You were desperately trying to keep a straight face but inwardly, you were practically screaming that this was actually happening right now.

"how are ya feelin', buttercup?" he asked softly.

"I... I'm okay..." you stammered.

His concern seemed to melt away and he gave you a warm smile. "good, i'm glad." He gently stroked your forehead with his knuckles and while you were a bit concerned at first, the sensation was actually rather pleasant.

You didn't know what to say, so you just sat there and let him continue trying to soothe you. His movements seemed a bit stiff but also incredibly tender at the same time, almost as if he wasn't used to comforting a child. He was so careful not to hurt you with his claws that, if you didn't know better, you wouldn't think he was even capable of actually using them to hurt someone.

At some point, you became so relaxed that you let go of your knees and sat up properly. In response, he wrapped his other arm around your small frame and pulled you up against his chest. You didn't really know if you should hug him back, so you ended up just sitting there and letting him hold you.

"i'm sorry that i wasn't there when ya needed me most," he murmured. His voice sounded more husky all of the sudden, as if he was desperately trying to keep his emotions in check.

You lightly patted his arm in an attempt to comfort him. "Don't cry," you whispered. "I'm here and everything will be okay."

His hold tightened ever so slightly before he hugged you closer. He very gently nuzzled against the top of your skull but didn't say anything else.

~ - < ฅ⁠^⁠•⁠ﻌ⁠•⁠^⁠ฅ > - ~

As the days passed, you began to get used to both your new body and this new world. You tried to play the part of a grieving child and while you were pretty sure you'd been convincing, you still worried that someone would notice that something was up. You were kept inside most of the time and almost never left alone, but that didn't stop you from gathering as much info as you could.

Everything felt like you'd stepped foot into the eighties. From the decor and styles of furniture to the absence of a lot of common technology to the types of clothing people tended to wear. There was a sort of charm to it though.

The safehouse was quite a bit larger than you'd first thought and had a few dedicated staff to handle the upkeep of the place. They ignored you for the most part and other than the nice bunny doctor, who you'd since learned was named Miss Flopsy, Nostra became your primary caretaker.

While he was often busy, he regularly set aside his work to spend time with you. If you even briefly suggested wanting something, he was quick to make sure you got it, no matter what it was or how much it might cost. You were only slightly tempted to take advantage of his generosity but had managed to keep your requests pretty reasonable so far.

You could sense that Nostra was grieving, even though he was quick to put on a smile whenever you were around. He was trying to be there for you but it was pretty easy to tell that he was struggling, in more ways than one. You knew it must be rough for him to have lost his partner as well as almost losing his only child.

You really couldn't help but try to comfort him but was hard. While you knew some children could be very empathetic, it would seem strange for a child to approach the topic like an adult might. So most of the time you would resort to giving him hugs and thanking him for every nice thing he did for you.

One evening though, you snuck into his office and, unbeknownst to him, caught him in a vulnerable moment. He wasn't really crying, but his body language seemed to suggest that he had recently, and he looked like an absolute wreck.

As quietly as you could, you crept around his desk until you were standing next to his chair. His skull was buried in his hands and by the empty bottle of scotch next to him, you knew that he had likely been drinking as well.

Hesitantly, you reached up and placed your small hand on his arm. "Papa?" you asked in a whisper.

Nostra stirred with a groan and turned to look down at you. His eyelights seemed much more dull than usual and there were dark grooves underneath his eye sockets. He was too worn out to even fake a smile like he had been previously.

"You look so tired."

He sighed and ran his phalanges over your cranium. "yeah... you've always been so observant, buttercup."

"Are you done with work yet?" you asked.

" 'fraid not. there's always more paperwork to finish or people to manage."

You crossed your arms and pouted, or at least the best you could manage to without lips. Nostra made a soft tisk sound before lifting you into his lap. He nuzzled the side of your skull and traced soothing circles into your shoulder blades.

"i'm sorry but that's just how it is at times," he said in a soft voice.

"I know," you grumbled. "But even if you can't sleep, you should at least make time to relax."

His movements suddenly stilled and when you glanced up at him, he had an odd look on his skull. He didn't seem angry, just slightly confused.

You pressed your teeth together as you tried to figure out what to say next. Something you'd said must've seemed odd. Were you not supposed to know that he couldn't actually sleep thanks to his hypnosis powers?

"I don't like seeing you so stressed, Papa. It makes me sad..." You trailed off and ducked your skull against his chest, muffling a sob as you did so. Hopefully your acting would be convincing enough that he would forget about whatever weird thing just happened.

After a moment, he pulled you closer and patted your back. "i'm sorry, sweetheart. i know it's not easy right now but i'm here for ya."

You clutched at his shirt and twisted the fabric. He'd probably have to have it ironed later but that was the furthest thing from your mind right now.

"Promise you'll take breaks from your work?" you asked.

He hesitated before pressing his forehead against your skull. "alright. just for you, buttercup," he hummed.

~ - < ฅ⁠^⁠•⁠ﻌ⁠•⁠^⁠ฅ > - ~

You might have been a bit too observant for your own good.

It didn't help that you were good at sneaking around and avoiding the people who were supposed to be taking care of you. It was actually something of a game to see how long you could stay out of sight and make them panic while searching for you.

One day, you were dodging your assigned tutor and managed to slip into the basement. You knew that you were forbidden from going down here but surely there wasn't anything actually dangerous. This was a safehouse; it was literally in the name.

So, imagine your surprise when you peeked into what looked like a meeting room, only to see Nostra was inside. You were about to step out of hiding when you suddenly realized that he wasn't alone.

Sitting across from Nostra was a well dressed older gentleman. He wore a black suit with a dark green tie and his fedora has been set on the table next to him. His posture seemed a little stiff, especially since Nostra was almost lounging in the chair across from him.

They seemed to have been talking for a few minutes, although you weren't entirely sure what about, but it looked like things were going well. You noticed they both had tumblers of what looked like scotch which seemed to indicate that this was a casual encounter.

You were about to leave before someone found you down here, when you heard Nostra ask the gentleman a question.

"do ya mind if i smoke, pal?" The man barely had a chance to respond before he pulled out an expensive looking cigar and lit up. "thanks."

You grimaced as the slightly pungent smoke began to lazily drift around the room. You hated when people were inconsiderate of others and smoked inside, but at least it didn't stink as bad as cigarettes generally did.

You would've left right then and there if the colour of the smoke wasn't so mesmerizing. There were two colours actually, a bright red and a vivid blue. The smoke curled around Nostra everytime he exhaled but oddly, the colours didn't mix together like you thought they should.

The mafioso probably thought it was some sort of monster cigar, but other than his eyes widening ever so slightly, he kept a stiff poker face. You noticed that he did seem a little uncomfortable with the smoke but not to the extent that you were.

"as i was sayin', the previous arrangement still stands. if ya want to move trucks through, ya gotta pay the tax, same as everybody else." Nostra's voice was low and measured, giving the sense that he was serious about this.

"And I'm telling you that your tax is too damn high," the man growled and clenched his fists in frustration. "We'd be selling at a loss..."

Nostra leaned forward slightly and exhaled, causing the coloured smoke to practically assault the pathetic man's senses. "seems to me that there's not enough demand... maybe your boss should be more worried about losin' ground than tryin' to jip me..."

The mafioso coughed and rubbed at his eyes with his fist. "How dare...you imply that...there's no...demand...?" He was struggling to speak all of the sudden, let alone stay awake.

Nostra chuckled, "oh i wasn't implyin' anythin' of the sort." He paused for a moment and studied the man in front of him with a smirk. "tell your boss to get his act together an' if he still wants to do business, he's gotta pay up."

The man suddenly slumped forward and nearly fell out of the chair.

Nostra sighed and shook his skull. "guess i overdid it again," he muttered.

The red and blue smoke slowly dissipated although he continued smoking his cigar. After a moment, he picked up the phone on the table and dialed a number. When the other person picked up, he spoke quietly into the receiver.

"i got a job for ya, get this waste of space out of my sight... i don't care where, so long as he's able to deliver a message to the lombardi's when he wakes up."

He returned the receiver to its cradle and ran a hand over his face. With a heavy sigh, he stood up and after taking one last glance at the dozing man, turned to the door.

You gasped and dunked out of sight, but you weren't fast enough. You knew you were caught when Nostra suddenly called out after you. With a sinking feeling in your soul, you hung your skull and braced yourself for the scolding that was sure to come.

Except Nostra didn't look angry, just very concerned. If anything he seemed almost horrified that you'd likely witnessed everything that just happened.

He knelt down to be more on your level and his crimson eyelights flicked over your face for a moment. "ya aren't s'posed to be down here..." he finally said.

You fiddled with the hem of your top, finding it incredibly hard to look him in the eye right now. "I know..." you muttered.

"i know you're curious, but there's things i do that i'd rather ya not know too much about right now."

"Like what?"

He sighed and stroked your cheekbone affectionately. "business stuff. kids like you deserve to have fun an' learn things while ya can, not be burdened with adult problems."

"Your magic is really cool though," you huffed and crossed your arms. "If you want someone to do something, all you gotta do is hypnotise them and bam!"

Nostra narrowed his eye sockets and scrutinized you again. "it doesn't always work like that, buttercup. sometimes people are smart, so it's not always wise to use magic right away."

You nodded thoughtfully, "I guess that makes sense."

He hesitated for a moment and then wrapped his arms around your small frame. "there's a reason i didn't want ya to know about this. my work is dangerous and i don't want ya to ever be in danger again, okay?"

You nodded and did your best to wrap your arms around his broad shoulders. "I'm sorry, I won't come down here again," you murmured.

~ - < ฅ⁠^⁠•⁠ﻌ⁠•⁠^⁠ฅ > - ~

"you're positive that's what happened?"

"I'm certain. You can ask Joey and Marco but I swear they were dusting. I remember there was a flash of light and the next thing I know, they were fine."

(...)

You were happily sketching away in your room. There was just so many interesting things in this world and as of late, your creative juices had been flowing freely. Although, you were very careful not to leave your drawings out for just anyone to see. It would probably be pretty suspicious for a child to have the skill level that you did when it came to art.

There was a gentle knock on the door that had you scrambling to hide your sketchbook under your sheets. You grabbed a random book from the bedside table and plopped yourself on top of the concealed drawings.

"hey, can i come in, sweetheart?" Nostra called through the door.

"Yep!"

You smiled brightly when he entered your room, but his expression remained serious, which was concerning. You waited until he had crossed the floor and sat down next to you on the bed before trying to figure out what was bothering him.

"Did something happen, Papa?" you asked carefully.

He frowned at that and you noticed his hands clench slightly before he took a steadying breath to try to calm down.

"no, but i was wonderin' about somethin', so i need ya to be honest with me, okay?" he asked in a quiet tone.

You pressed your teeth together as you set the book aside. You hadn't seen him act this seriously towards you before and it was frankly a little terrifying. Had you done something wrong? Could this be related to the attack that had happened before you appeared in this world? Had you slipped up somewhere?

Turning back to Nostra, you nodded. "Okay..."

"do ya remember what ya used to call your uncle?"

Your proverbial heart sunk. This was really bad! You hadn't even considered that his brother was even in this world and you sure as hell hadn't met him. Actually, you hadn't even met any of your mother's family now that you were thinking about it.

When you couldn't answer, Nostra's bonebrows pinched together with concern. "what about your birthday last year? do ya remember what flavour of ice scream ya had?"

"Chocolate?" you tried.

His face remained passive, giving no indication if that was even the right answer or not. "what about what your mother's favourite animal was?"

Again, you had no idea how to answer. Your mind was scrambling for any excuse to get out of this situation. Would it be too much of a stretch to claim that the attack had given you amnesia?

You jumped when Nostra put his hand on your back. He waited until you glanced up at him again before speaking.

"is there somethin' that ya need to tell me?"

The jig was officially up. You could hear your bones rattling from how badly you'd started shaking, but he was remaining firm, waiting for an answer.

"I... I'm not..." You were struggling to even speak at this point and your eye sockets were starting to sting, unshed tears threatening to burst through the dam and spill down your cheekbones.

"I'm not your child," you finally said.

Nostra's eye sockets widened a fraction and you felt the hand on your back twitch slightly, but he otherwise remained calm. "what do you mean?"

"I don't know how to explain it..." You stared at your hands for a moment as you wracked your non-existent brain for the words. "I look like them...but I have memories of being someone else. I'm...not even from this time period..."

He let go of you and ran his hand down his face with a heavy sigh. It was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop if you weren't already nearly going deaf from all the rattling.

"Nostra, please...!" You started to reach for him but stopped yourself. Maybe it wouldn't be a good idea to potentially risk setting him off.

"I never wanted to hurt you..." you whispered, although your soul ached at the realization that by pretending to be his child, you had deceived him.

"where are ya from?" he asked.

You paused for a moment as you tried to figure out the best way to explain it. "I'm from another world... It's kind of like this one but without magic and monsters. You were...a character that someone created for fun..."

You could feel the way he was staring at you all of the sudden. You didn't blame him for being confused or even a little freaked out. You would be too if someone just randomly told you the things that had been coming out of your mouth.

"so, that's how ya knew i'm an insomniac..."

You nodded solemnly. "And how I know about how your hypnotism magic works."

"i...don't know what i was expectin' earlier... it wasn't anythin' like this though," Nostra muttered. "i thought maybe ya had memory loss or ya somehow absorbed someone else's soul... not somethin' this...complicated."

"I'm sorry."

He sighed and rubbed at the space between his eye sockets. "i should've done more. maybe i would've noticed sooner if i wasn't always so damn busy all the time..."

You remained silent.

"was it an accident?"

He was looking at you again and by the look in his crimson eyelights, you knew everything rested on the answer to his question. He didn't look angry, yet, but the way his pinpricks were flickering and how tightly he was gritting his teeth, you could see that he was barely containing his emotions.

"Yes. I was sent here without warning and I don't know if it's even possible to go back."

He held eye contact for several long seconds and you struggled not to look away for fear that he might think you were lying.

"i see."

"I understand if you're mad. I knew I shouldn't have tried to deceive you in the first place and there's really no excuse for my behavior."

"i'm not mad, not really... this is just a lot to process."

You reached over and placed your hand on his arm. "Again, I'm so sorry. If you want me to leave...?"

"no!"

You gasped at his sudden outburst but he quickly gave you an apologetic look.

"i'm sorry. just, don't leave..." He started to reach for you but hesitated, letting his hand hover near your face. "i know you're not them...but i can't handle losin' you too..."

You swallowed and blinked rapidly to keep the tears from breaking free. "If it makes you uncomfortable, I won't keep pretending to be them anymore."

Nostra nodded, "i need to think this over, but for now, i think that would be best." He cupped the back of your skull and when you gave him a slight nod, he pulled you into a careful hug.

You hugged him back as tightly as you could. While you weren't sure how your relationship would progress from here, you had hope that you could at least remain friends with him. Although you would need to work hard to establish something genuine.

Pretending to be his own kid was kinda weird anyways.

[telekinesis-mind-control-comics]

[pisoprano]

Happy birthday, @blur0se! I wrote some more Loveybug AU for you!

Marinette was feeling giddy. Becoming Loveybug was just—GAHH!!! She didn’t have words for it. She wanted to dance and squeal and start throwing confetti. 

She’d told Chat Noir she loved him! 

After all her failures with trying to tell Adrien her feelings, she’d actually succeeded in revealing the three suns in her heart (i.e., those three little words, “I love you”) to someone! And sure, Chat had run away before responding, but clearly that had to be because he was about to transform back, right? Or maybe it was just that he was too surprised by the other news she’d shared to say anything? 

(He looked so sad, though, when he learned that Ladybug wasn’t coming ba—DON’T THINK ABOUT ANY OF THAT! THIS IS HAPPY FUN TIME TO CELEBRATE!) 

She started planning what she was going to do when she saw Chat Noir again. Maybe they could go on a romantic boat ride together? She could wear a fancy dress and have a violin serenading them as they watched the stars together! And she had to bring him a rose—no, a dozen! A hundred! How expensive were roses again? She'd figure that out later, she just knew that any roses had to be red because her kitty needed to know that this was no platonic friendship that she was giving him, it was a romance. One that would last forever and ever! 

The akuma alert popped up on her phone. A part of Marinette was annoyed—she hadn’t finished her dating plan yet!—but on the other hand, it meant seeing that beautiful, silly, fun, caring, adorable, wonderful boy in cat ears that much sooner. She’d have to make up for the lack of a plan with extra hugs (and kisses if she could snag them!) 

“Tikki, spots on!” 

Loveybug yo-yo'd herself into the sky and looked for her partner (the akuma could wait). Unfortunately, he didn’t seem to have shown up yet. Probably something in his personal life holding him up. She wished she knew more about that personal life. She wished she was a part of that personal life. Maybe he’d open up more about himself to Loveybug—he certainly wouldn’t tell Ladybug since she'd told him ‘No talking about identity stuff!’ too many times to count (she was a fool to have made that rule—sure the world had ended a couple times, but on the other hand, consider: kissy kissy meow meow). 

She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn’t see all the birds coming. Loveybug was thrown into the air by Mr. Pigeon’s latest flock of evil pigeons. Maybe I can manipulate the swarm of birds into making a message for Chat? she mused to herself. A giant heart shouldn’t be too difficult, right? 

As she tried to think through her plans of sky artistry, she suddenly felt a pair of sturdy arms wrap around her. 

He’s here! 

Loveybug closed her eyes in a dramatic swoon and nuzzled up to him, “Hey, Hot Stuff, where have you been all my life?” She moved her hand up to his neck to play with his bell, but it wasn’t there. All she found was a metallic chain. 

She opened her eyes to look at her catboy. Except he wasn’t her catboy. Sure he was a catboy—black cat ears, a tail, and baton with a paw print that he was using to keep the both of them aloft in the sky as they fled the pigeon horde. But his hair was green and his posture was perfect and he looked like a soldier waiting for orders. Nothing like the fun-loving goofball that had been Ladybug’s partner since the very beginning. 

(Except that time when he’d given up the ring. Except that time when he’d been replaced.) 

“Catwalker?” she whispered. 

“Good day, Loveybug, I hope you are alright?” 

“Of course I’m alright!” she yelped. “Why wouldn’t I be alright?” 

She couldn’t let herself fall apart over losing Chat, not again. She needed to be Loveybug right now, she would die of mortification if Catwalker of all people found out that she was Ladybug in disguise. Mr. Perfect could never find out about how Ladybug had screwed things up with Chat Noir so badly she’d dreamed up an alternate version of herself to fix it. 

Catwalker frowned. “Are you sure you’re okay? We’ve got an akuma to deal with, but if you’re not feeling well—” 

“Yep! Purr-fectly fine, that’s me! Paris’ number one heroine of love and justice! Loveybug! Not Ladybug! She’s not here! Oh look, the Pigeon Man! Let’s go fight him! With the power of love!” 

She gave Catwalker a smooch on the cheek and flung herself away towards danger.

(But why was Catwalker here? He can’t be a permanent replacement. Chat Noir had to come back. If Chat hated Loveybug so much that he gave up the ring again just to get away from her, she’d—DON’T THINK ABOUT THAT! EVERYTHING IS FINE! JUST KEEP DOING WHAT YOU’RE DOING! YOU LOVE CATWALKER TOO, RIGHT? HE’S SUPER PRETTY AND NICE. YOU CAN LOVE HIM UNTIL CHAT NOIR COMES BACK. HE HAS TO COME BACK.) 

[chuuyrr]

infinity

bungou stray dogs x gojo! reader

masterlist | rules

"it’ll be fine. i’m the strongest there is, after all."

"throughout heaven and earth, i alone am the honored one.”

synopsis:

you were the strongest gifted alive. you possess the greatest ability of them all; something that is unlimited, endless, without a bound—infinity.

limitless (無下限, mukagen) this ability brings the concept of "infinity" into reality, allowing gojo [name] to manipulate and distort space at will.

infinity (無限, mugen) is the point at which an infinite series comes to a halt; anything approaching the infinity slows down and never reaches the user. this is due to the ability dividing the finite amount of space between the two subjects an infinite number of times.

in mathematics, no matter how many times a number is divided, it can never be reduced to zero. instead, they will be left with fractional units that are so small that they are imperceptible to the naked eye. the limitless makes this concept a reality, so anything attempting to enter this infinitely divided space will slow to the point of appearing to stop completely.

in this gifted world of detectives and mafias, you are the honored one, throughout heaven and earth. people feared you and wanted you because of the ability you possessed, but you were untouchable, or so you thought.

warning:

possible spoilers for bungou stray dogs—along with jujutsu kaisen and gojo satoru in general.

you have gojo satoru's surname and cursed technique, which is ability, namely, in this case.

since this is a jujutsu kaisen and bungou stray dogs crossover of sorts, certain characters from jujutsu kaisen will appear. take note that the concept of curses have been subjected to change in order to fit bungou stray dogs. (see character profile below for more details).

this is now a oneshot series. just like chaos — scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader that is dependent on requests of headcanons and scenarios sent in my inbox.

reader is afab unless stated/requested otherwise.

playlist:

infinity, jaymes young

king of the clouds, panic! at the disco

walls could talk, halsey

shame on me, avicii

greek tragedy, the wombats, oliver nelson

lost in paradise, ali, aklo

hot n' cold rock version, katy perry

don't blame me, taylor swift

doin' time, lana del rey

after dark, mr. kitty

devil's advocate, the neighborhood

swim, chase atlantic

friends, chase atlantic

house of memories, panic! at the disco

hayloft ii, mother mother

i wanna be your slave, maneskin

without me, eminem

villain, bella porch

like that, tobee maguire cover

tbd, (k)now_name

is there someone else?, the weeknd

foreshadow x style, enhypen & taylor swift

gojo [name], the strongest and untouchable ability user !

character profile

a description of gojo [name]

a bit too much

feat. dazai and chuuya — in which your six eyes gives you headaches and they comfort you

my heaven on earth

feat. dazai, chuuya, and fyodor — in which they find their heaven on earth through you

gone

feat. dazai and chuuya — in which you get sealed in the prison realm right before their eyes

strawberry shortcake

feat. chuuya — in which he brings you home your favorite cake and it resurfaces bitter memories

like that

feat. dazai and chuuya — in which you show-off your physical strength and it makes them in awe

unbothered

feat. dazai — in which you use your infinity to shield yourself from the rain and dazai rains on your parade

congratulations

feat. dazai and chuuya — in which you adopt two children and congratulate them for being a father mow

limitless

feat. dazai and chuuya — in which you use infinite void, the very arsenal of your limitless ability

honored one

feat. dazai, chuuya, and fyodor — in which you show them the hollow purple of your limitless ability

jealousy, jealousy

feat. dazai — in which gets jealous of you being too close with ranpo on a beach day

triple black

feat. dazai and chuuya — in which you three become yokohama's most vicious trio

upon the tainted sorrow & no longer human

feat. dazai and chuuya — in which you love them both respectively no matter what

perfect

feat. chuuya — in which he sees you dolled up in a kimono after inviting you to a summer festival

paparazzi

feat. fyodor, sigma, and nikolai — in which they are your biggest fans (and by fans, that means they watch you)

to learn is to love

feat. dazai — in which you and dazai have to travel in a bus

the only one

feat. chuuya — in which you assure him that he's the only one for you no matter what

when they see you snap

feat. dazai and chuuya — in which they see you lose your sense of control

and i hope i never lose you

feat. dazai and chuuya — in which they almost lose the person they love the most

[sinnertae]

Mafia!San - 5-4-3-2-1

Pairing: San x Hybrid!Y/N

Words: 940

Hybrid were rare species in this world. Most people believe that they have become extinct, but those people does not know about the Underground, where illegal deals were made, exist.

The most valuable transaction were happening once a year in a basement of a hotel. It was an area where no mafia boss could kill or start a fight, even if they see their's greater enemy.

The second his eyes noticed the black, velvet ears on top of your head, San knew you will be his.

Back then everyone thought you were a balck cat, bad luck and your prices was awfully low as for a hybrid. San on the other hand noticed your round ears and way too long tail. You're a black panther and San was the only one to noticed it.

He bought you two years ago and took you to his apartment along with the cage you were lock in. He was patient with you, with all the growls and hisses as his IT guys were doing a background check on you. San learned a lot about you and your past.

You wnet through a lot of different training and you're brainwashed couple of times. When San got, you were just a feral hybrid ready to kill him the second he unlocked the cage.

He gradually got you used to his presence. For months you were locked in the same room, San's bedroom, surrounded with his scent and his scent only. One day you one of the maid entered his room to clean it up and change the sheet. Her scent reached you immediately, setting you into a panick attack. Since then nobody is allowed to enter his room.

It's been two years and still, you are the only person who can be in that room besides San. You change the bed sheets, keep his desk organized and also take care of his and your laundry. It was your safe place, his bedroom. No one could get to you, he would protect you from all the cruelty of the world before he let anyone hurt you

He did not plan on falling in love with you. He did not plan of caring for you. You just somehow slipped past the walls San has built around his heart, with those silky-smooth paws and black round ears.

Here you are, on the bedroom floor, trembling. One of his man - a newbie - ran into the room looking for his boos and thus breaking the rule number one of San's house. When the front door slammed loudly, startling you, you knew it was him. He ran up the stairs, taking two step at once.

"Babe?" San called for you, before he managed to open the bedroom door. He fell on his knees before you, taking your hands in his. "Hey, kitten. I am here." He said quickly, his heart hammering against his chest. The second he saw you tried to speak he shushed you, pulling you closer.

"I know everything. I will deal with the dumbass later. Now please focus on my voice, okay? Deep breaths, kitty." His hand was moving up and down your back as he kept your ear pressed against his chest. San gives you few more minutes but the anxiety does not seem to subsidie, he decides to try something different.

"Come on, baby. Tell me five things that you can see right now." He whispers in your ear.

"Y-your legs, floor, bed..." You stopped for a second to breathe. The tip of your tail came back to live when you tried to name two more things but your mind could not choose which one.

"Two more, kitty. Don't overthink it." San encouraged you.

"Carpet and a gun." You said suddenly, surprising him as you pressed your moisty nose against his bare arm.

Gun? What gun... Oh..

He gasped looking to the side, where he left it. The second he answered his phone and heard the you are going through a horribly strong panic attack, San has dropped everything and came. His first thought was to shoot the guy who dared to cross the doorstep of his room.

" Four things that you can touch."

"The soft carpet, hard floor, the bed and you."

"Good girl." San kissed your head, drawing a circle of your back with his palm. He could feel that you are regaining control over your body as you breathe in his scent.

"Give me three things that you can hear?"

"The rain outside. People talking downstairs, and your heartbeat." With each example, your panther ears twitch, turning in a different direction.

"Two things you can smell." San did not give you the chance to think about any of the things you just said.

"Your scent and... "You hesitate, gripping his tee tighter as you press your nose harder against his bicep. "Him."

"One thing you can feel." He says quickly, grabbing your face gently with his hands to look you in the eyes. Without second thought, you straighten up and kissed him. San leant back, pulling you with him as he kissed you softly.

"Love." You gasped, laying next to him on the floor. "Thank you."

"Don't thank me, kitten. What do you want to do? I have to deal with the moron." He growls, pulling you closer, all of a sudden feeling protective.

Love was not a foreign word in your vocabulary, neither in San's. What you two shared was love, but neither of you said these three words yet, and you were fine with it. You don't need to hear him say it, situation like this speak for themselves. 

[raphieeee]

Leo gets a call from Casey during dinner and, per the family rules, leaves the table in order to answer.

“Hey Cas-“

Casey cuts him off instantly, sounding rushed and desperate as he speaks, “Hey, Lee, sorry man I know this sound weird but can I talk to your dad? Please?”

Leo, taken aback, walks over to his father and offers him the phone, “it’s for you?”

Everyone looks up then, confused and curious as to why Casey Jones would want to talk to Master Splinter. Splinter himself looks hesitant but Leo whispers in a quieter voice, “he sounds scared.”

Splinter takes the phone without any more hesitation and steps away in order to stop his sons from listening in, “How may I be of assistance?”

Casey sniffled on the other sid wolf the phone, concerning Splinter more, “I um.. I had an argument with my dad and he got sick of my shit so he… he kicked me out. That’s pretty normal but this time he kicked my sister out with me and it’s raining and my aunt is away and I don’t really know what to do-“

“Calm yourself, Casey. I believe I understand the situation. How would you prefer I help you, by finding you a hotel to stay in or by preparing a room for you here?”

Casey takes a moment to answer, sounding less rushed but a tad more emotional, “you’d let her stay? Even if she learnt about you guys?”

Splinter can’t help but smile at the others concern despite his own distress, “I am sure. If you think she would be alright, then she is welcome no matter the circumstance. You are our friend, and so she is too.”

There is no way for Casey to hide his crying as he lets out a soft sob and the sound of hair moving gives away his nodding. He makes a affirmative sound, possibly not trusting his voice enough.

“A room shall be ready for you when you arrive,” Splinter gives his sons a pointed look as he speaks, the four of them moving into action instantly, “you can stay as long as you like. Or… as long as you need to.”

Casey shows up an hour later with a duffel bag over his shoulder, soaked from the rain and holding the hand of a little girl. Her black hair is up in piggy tails, a bright blue dress that would of been lighter before the rain twirls as she skips next to her brother.

“Taliah, these are my friends. This is Donnie, Leo, Raph, Mikey, and their father Splinter. They’re letting us stay with them for a while. I know they look a little different but-“

The young girl cuts him off, a pattern Splinter hopes doesn’t continue, “do they like kitties?”

Casey looks at them expectantly though no less confused, they all nod and Mikey grins at her, “I have a cat made of ice cream!”

Taliah grins wider than him, “Then they’re okay! No one who likes kitties can be bad! Are we all gonna have a sleep over now?”

Casey smiles the softest smile any of them have ever seen him give, cupping her cheek gently, like she was the most precious thing in the world, “Yeah, we are, sweet baby girl.”

[idontknowmyownmind]

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a stranger in time dancing in flames, whispering to the stars by Espoiretreves

Sakura's Groundhog Day by tabjoy13

wake up (this is my promise to you) by amako

The Uchiha Platoon by WriterBen01

to live (to be left behind) by cywscross

the power of deniability by Fey_Clearwater, kg_darkmode

Through Dull Green Eyes by thatdamnuchiha

symbiosis by Emmar

The Maelstrom Effect by Harliqueen

Some flowers bloom in darkness by Umbra_Kitsune

See What Tomorrow Brings by orlha

New Day Dawning by IncompleteSentanc (Erava)

Retrograde Motion by Crunchysunrises

Never Hit Soft by mobiusmobiles

Into the thick of it by ShamelessSasuSakuNaru

Dead Men Tell Tall Tales by an_OH94

Cherry Blossom Alternative by WingedLadyColette

everything stays (right where we left it) by ChaoticGoose

Dark Waters by Pleasedial123

How to Make a Team by Pleasedial123

Before The Storm by crissy_writes_garbage

Believe Me When I Say I Carry All My Sins by Honestly Neptune (mypennameishidden)

the many shades of sakura by haileyjikai

A Drop of Poison by Androgyninja

SatoSugu 🐯🦊

Author's Favorites (JJK) by yuki_MXIVo

Gojou's Bizarre Adventure by gogebizarreadventures (NCNF)

There Was Something in the Air That Night by kuroken_lovechild

Liminality by yuki_MXIVo

liminal by teawriter

Inkless Canvas by nqyuka

I would know him blind by malneiro

Hugging You by Egosdelirium

Companionship by Cevra

Broken Infinity by EnigmaticInsignia

Bright Eyes, Clever Tongue by Gotcocomilk

Black Cat Antiques by glowingrow

A Penny for Your Heart by nqyuka

Nakahara Chuuya 🎩🍷

Ayatsuji & Chuuya are friends by TheSilverHunt3r

the taste of love by cherryousama

You Will Never Stop Hurting by hybridempress

We Come Across A Devil's Castle by bluemisfortune

To Live Another Day by Vitya_Viktorie

O expectations, stale and dismal airs, leave this body of mine! By aptlydapper

The Darkness Always Deceives by uzai_sagi

Songs of Bygone Days by Kouen_chan

something just like this by Maristella

Crepuscule by nomadingburn

tiny hints of being related together but ehh by Vitya_Viktorie

Lets prank a detective by Chaos_Of_The_Cosmos

Wardens Of The Night by bluemisfortune

Mafia Boss Chuuya by bluemisfortune

Asano Gakushuu 🏅

Emmitt by gwendee

Ghosted by skyestar7703

What am I to you? By Third_wheel_sama

What does it mean to win? By Tanrei

the definition of death by hoasen

Retrospection by skyestar7703

With Tragic Eyes and Bloodshot Dreams by SlytherinKilljoy

Spice and Magic by skyestar7703

Kitty Cat and 3-E by xX2ender2Xx

Kunugigaoka Knows by gwendee

Shrouded In Lies by The_Hollow

parallel. By Natsuru

The Whole Alternate Timelines Mess by gwendee

Catalogue by xX2ender2Xx

Constant Troubles by skyestar7703

'His Life Is Too Easy' My Ass by The_Hollow

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