#inappropriate uses of catnip

[xiaoscarasimp]

Cat Boi: H Patch

Minors DNI/SMUT

CW: AFAB! Reader, Cat boi, Scaramouche is his own warning, you call Scara good boy like twice and basically aphrodisiacs

What do we get when someone loves Scara cat boi and has hormones that are out of control because reasons? Good old fashion 2.6k words of smutterino. First time writing smut *hides*

This takes place prob between cat boi 1 and 3 ish (not canon canon but H Patch ^^)

One day, you decided to play a bit of a joke on your cat boy, Scaramouche, by bringing home some catnip. You had read that it has some calming properties for actual cats, so why not try it on your rowdy cat boy? At the pet store, you decided on getting both the dried and the live grass to see which would work better, although you had higher bets on the live. 

You arrive at your house with the cat nip and Scaramouche greets you at the door. Sometimes you swear he's more of a dog boy than cat boy. The cat boy sniffs the bag, and has a puzzled look on his face.

"What is that weird smell?" His nose wrinkles in disgust. "Did you get me some shitty medicine again?" 

"No, no," you laugh. "This is catnip. Apparently, it calms cats down and makes them enter a state similar to when a person gets high, so I was wondering if it'd work on you." 

"Sooo, you're attempting to drug me?" His tail flicked angrily, his eyes had a look of betrayal in them. How dare his precious human attempt to drug him?! 

You shake your head. "I got these in case you wanted to try them. I'm not gonna slip this stuff into the food you know." You ruffle his hair in between the cat ears. 

As you put down the bags from your shopping trip, Scaramouche peaks into the bag with the living catnip in it, and takes another whiff of it, nose still wrinkled in semi disgust, but even though it smells weird, the cat boy almost can't stop sniffing it. It feels like his brain is going to mush; he couldn't stop purring and giggling like a school girl.

"Scara, are you ok in there?" You call from the kitchen as you were prepping tonight's dinner.  "I hear you laughing, and one thing I know about you is when you're laughing, it's never a good sign." 

Scaramouche slinks into the kitchen, face red with blush and eyes glazed over. "Hey, y/n, has anyone ever told you that you hot when you cook?" He slurs out. "Or that you smell really nice? Almost like Citrus. Lemon of course." 

"Well, yeah. I cook fish a lot so I gotta get that smell out somehow. Are you ok?" You start pan frying the steak in seasoned butter and start boiling the water for the rice. Tonight's menu was steak with rice and green beans: simple, easy and effective. 

The cat boy starts giggling again, stumbling through the kitchen to try and hug you while you're cooking. Once he did hug you, you notice that he is radiating body heat like someone who has a fever. 

"Scara, look at me. Are you sure you're ok?" He stares at you, eyes dilated, blush on his face, and tail and ears twitching. His tail starts to make its way to your wrist but you pull away before the cat boy can wrap his tail around your wrist. You make the mistake of looking down and notice a slight bulge in his pants, causing both of you to blush even harder. "So, uh, this is awkward. Did the catnip make you, uh, like…this?" You stammer out, not sure of what to make of the situation. 

"I'm not sure, but all I know right now is that down there hurts and it's tight." Scaramouche shifts his legs, almost trying to help soothe his acting nether regions. 

What would even be the morality of helping your cat boy with the sudden arousal? You got yourself (and him) into this mess, so what's the safest, most ethical way out? The cat boy was easy enough on the eyes, soft dark purple hair which was currently sticking to his forehead, purple eyes that reflected galaxies, and the twitching cat ears which were pressed against his head in embarrassment. 

"Scaramouche Balladeer the Sixth: I want you to be honest with me. Can you willingly consent to possible sexual acts? Will you be ok with me helping you with your problem?" You have a serious look on your face, trying to make sure that you were not taking advantage of him. Using his full name managed to snap him out of his daze for a few moments.

"I don't care what you do, just help me with my damn problem." He snaps back. "You can fuck my brains out for all I care. Just be careful of the tail, it's sensitive."

You chuckle. "Let's eat and clean up first. No, I'm not the meal." You hear a tongue click at that notion.

As you guys eat, you start questioning the cat boy about what he knows, although you can tell his mind is elsewhere, legs rubbing together for any type of relief. Eventually, he says that he wants to try and let his instincts and you guide him through the relief process.

After dinner, while you were cleaning up, you noticed Scaramouche had gone back over to the catnip plant, deeply inhaling its scent; apparently the smell was super addictive. The blush on his face somehow increased further and his tail swished back and forth impatiently. Needless to say, Scaramouche was eager for relief. 

"Scara," you call out. "I'm heading upstairs." As if he was under a spell, he followed you in a daze, sniffing the air. His ears and tail flicked nervously in anticipation. 

Once you two got to the bed room, Scaramouche tackled you onto the bed, rubbing his head on your chest, inhaling your scent. Somehow, it was more addictive than the scent of catnip. The cat boy, lost in his instincts, started rutting against your leg, eager for relief for the warmth in his lower abdomen. 

"Scara, let's get these clothes off, shall we?" You chuckle and Scaramouche looks up at you, eyes demanding why did you stop his release. You start by slipping his black shirt over his head and planting a chaste kiss on his lips. Scaramouche attempts to stick his tongue out at you, but you grab it with your own Tongue, battling for dominance in his mouth. As fate would have it though, you nicked your tongue against his sharp teeth and you pulled back from your assault, both of you panting from the battle. 

“Ha, for someone who has ‘experience’ you sure did fuck up,” the cat boy teased. 

“Hey, it’s not my fault you have sharp teeth,” you scowled. “Now, if you want to try that again be my– mmmfph.” You were cut off by a passionate kiss, this time though, the battle was in your mouth. Tongues swirling around in your mouth had you moaning and heat pooling at your core. Scaramouche was no better, moaning your name in your mouth. 

You cup his face with one hand and roll his nipple between your fingers with the other, causing him to moan even louder. Scaramouche started grinding against your leg again, this time faster, chasing his own pleasure. His tail wrapped itself around the arm that was cupping his face while his hands went to your waist. When you felt like he was getting close to his relief, you push him off. 

“Hey! I was almost there,” The cat boy hisses. 

“I know, but first we have got to get these shorts off you. Maybe you can help me undress as well?” You wink at him. At the mention of undressing you, he immediately starts by lifting your shirt, revealing a black, lacey, pushup bra that makes your chest look even more divine than it usually does. Scaramouche blushes at seeing you nearly topless like this. Sure, he has seen you topless after getting out of the shower or getting dressed in the morning, but this was the first time he’s seen you topless as a woman, and not purely as his master.

“You like what you see?” Your sultry voice made him blush and his dilate even further. The indigo haired cat boy quickly looked away, nose almost bleeding from sheer stimulation. “I’m going to take your shorts off now,” you tell him, and kiss his forehead and Scaramouche nods in agreement, eager to strip everything off to be even closer to you.

As you slide his shorts and underwear over his knees, you can’t help but to notice how hard he actually was, tip flaming red and dripping precum. Even his pants slipping past his cock was enough to make him whimper and almost cum on the spot.  

"Oh, look at you," you croon as you massage the tip between your fingers. You push him back onto the bed, trapping him underneath you. "My fierce, sassy cat boy reduced down to a mewling kit. Tell me: how badly do you want me?" 

It was at this point Scaramouche decided to take his chance and wrap his tail around your hips and pull down your bra to suck on your nipple.

 "Ah-ah-ah," you tut, smacking his hands away from your chest. "Only good cat boys get to play with my breast. Have you been a good boy?" His ear flatten against his head, equal parts shame at becoming noticeably aroused when you called him a good boy and equal parts excitement. 

"I don't care about that shit. Just help me relieve this throbbing pain." He attempts to command you, but it just comes out as a whimper. 

You cock an eyebrow at him and he immediately knew he messed up. Scaramouche, the proud arrogant cat boy with a sword for a tongue, started one thing you never expected him to do: beg 

"I'm sorry y/n. I'll be a good boy. Please relieve this pain. Please-please-please. I need you," He starts babbling, words and prayers spilling over his lips. Poor cat boy was already pussy drunk and he hadn't so much as touched it directly. 

You strip your pants and underwear off and that almost sends Scaramouche over the edge. Unhooking your bra, you allow him to squeeze your breasts gently, causing you to moan a bit louder. As you straddle him again, you lean down and gently nibble his sensitive, furry ears, sending jolts up the cat boy's spine. The wet sounds in his ears were just so exquisite, gasping and moaning even louder. 

"Scaramouche Balladeer the Sixth," you whisper in his ear. "Are you sure you want to have sex with me? We can stop now if you want." The catnip had to be wearing off soon, but Scaramouche was still very much in the mood. He nods, almost unable to get the words out. "Scara, I'm going to need you to use your words, otherwise I will not continue."

"Y-yes master," Scaramouche whines. "Pl-please do something about my leaking cock." 

You lift yourself up slightly and align his weeping cock with your needy hole and lower yourself down gently. Upon entering your folds, the cat boy almost cums on the spot; the stimulation was too much. Scaramouche moans and bites your neck to try and quiet himself, but you lift his face up and crash your lips into his and suck on his bottom lip.

"I'm going to move now," you say into his mouth, to which Scaramouche nods vigorously. As you start grinding on his dick, you feel it throb inside of you, pulsating with anticipation. Your walls tighten and loosen around Scaramouche's cock as you kiss him, throwing both of you into a passionate fury. 

"I-I'm close," you moan. "S-scara it's ok to c-cum inside." You can barely speak through the intense pleasure. As you babble on, you can feel his dick twitch before finally exploding inside you. His tail wraps even tighter around you when the release happens. It wasn't long after you crest the peak of your own orgasm, leaving you both sweaty and panting. Scaramouche's ears were twitching happily, face relaxed like you've never seen it before, and generally at peace with himself. 

"Was that fun?" You ask, still on top of him, dick still inside of you. He sluggishly nods, smiling like he's in a dream. You ruffle his ears and hair and unwrap his tail from around you. As you get off him, the cat boy tries to give you a hug to pull you back down, but Scaramouche's energy was spent, so his hug had no pull. 

You quickly locate the tissues and hand them off to Scaramouche and tell him if he needs help cleaning up to let you know if he wants to take the lazy route, otherwise a shower is the best option.  The cat boy rushes to the shower, cum dripping down his leg. As you clean yourself up, you debate joining him in the shower to wash up before bed. Scaramouche pokes his head out of the bathroom, demanding that you help clean him in the shower.

For some reason, you two can never agree on water temperature. You prefer it to be scolding hot whereas he prefers it to be warm but not hot, which feels cold to your skin. Eventually, you settle on a decent shower temperature, and you start washing his hair.

"Mind the ears," He grumps. Scaramouche is back to his old uptight self again. "Also, don't be so rough; I'm delicate you know."

"Yes, yes, my big strong cat boy and his delicate ears," you muse. "OK, body wash time." You start putting the soap on the wash cloth and as you start scrubbing him down, he yowls.

"Gentle, I said. Gentle!! What part of that don't you understand?!" He was so cute when he scowled, but you weren't going to let him know that. 

"Exfoliation Scara. It's good for the skin. Also, did not think I was that rough." The cat boy glared at you in response. "Good news is, you're clean now." You rinse off the suds and Scaramouche shook his head, almost like a dog, to get the water out of his hair. "H-hey now!" 

The cat boy stuck his tongue out at you and nimbly hopped out of the shower. "Now you can have your hot as hell water to fuck up your skin with." 

Even though Scaramouche was clean, he still hung out in the bathroom, watching you shower with an intense gaze. His ears twitched excitedly. The way the soap slid off your breasts, the way your hands went through your hair when you washed it was all so alluring. He considered himself lucky to have had the experience he did tonight, even if it was fueled by catnip.

After you were done scrubbing yourself, you put on your pajamas. Scaramouche was laying in the bed and had already put on his signature black sleeping shorts and an oversized t-shirt with a cat on it, which you got purely for the irony. 

You head over to the bed and get in under the covers and could just feel Scaramouche's body heat radiating through the blankets. 

"So, amuse me,"you cock your head in wonder. "Does catnip affect every cat boy like an aphrodisiac or only some? Also, I didn't take advantage of you did I?"

"So, it does have aphrodisiac-like properties on certain cat boys or girls but I was still very much in control. I was not expecting to be hit that hard by it, but I've been wanting to experience you for a long, long time. So, it's  win-win. You got to play a small 'joke' on me and I got to experience your body. Now tell me," He smirks.  "When can we do stuff like that again? And next time: I want to be in control." Scaramouche kisses you before turning away. 

"Ok fine, but remember: I'm the master in all other areas in life." You whisper in his ear, causing it to flick from the simple stimulation of your breath. You pull him in close to cuddle him like a stuffed animal and as much as he tries to say he hates being little spoon-he really does enjoy it.  

The two you drift off to sleep, dreams of each other's bodies racing through your mind, wanting to experience the whole act again.

[rainbowcaleb]

WIP word: rainbow! (Bc i just finished a project that had a rainbow on it 😄)

Good word!! Dropping you into the middle of this catfé AU WIP. 🐈

“You go be a good girl and let all the cats know there may be an outside route soon.” Caleb lets Awni down onto the floor and turns back to Essek. “A wrench in the plan, we may need a little bit more before we can start. More capital, more hands, more help of all kinds.”

“Ah. What can we do now while we wait on our bigger plans?”

“That is the question.”

Essek bumps against Caleb’s shoulder this time. “Brainstorming could also have help.”

“Ja, of course. I will send a message to the group chat.”

“Hopefully more than just Jester pitches ideas this time.” Essek muses. “She’s a delight but, ah, we may need more than enthusiastic decor ideas or pastries pitches.”

Caleb watches as Awni trots off towards the playing form of Otto and his cupcake. “Perhaps she has already given us an idea.”

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It is only an hour into the Catfé Pawp Up Mall and already there are more bodies in the room than the last couple weeks in total. Caleb squeezes between a crowd gathered in front of the novelty catnip toys, some quite inappropriately shaped thanks to Jester, and carries the platter of paw shaped rainbow sugar cookies to refill the nearly empty one.

[inappropriateuseof]

Inappropriate Use of Catnip

[daisyachain]

Catnip to me: the inappropriately dependent mentor figure. A dynamic in which an older/wiser/structurally or literally more powerful figure is emotionally engaged with a mentee-character as a peer or in some way forces the mentee-character to manage the relationship and deal with any conflicts. Not a case where the mentor is just incompetent or evil, specifically where the mentor isn’t honest about the power that they have within the relationship.

The thing I specifically enjoy is the superposition of one dynamic on the other. The reality is that the mentor has the power while the supposition is that somehow the mentee has the control and responsibility for the relationship. The language of the relationship denies its nature.

Can occur on a scale from innocent to insidious. A mentor who is more invested in a mentee than vice versa can work, if they make that emotional dependence clear and the mentee is made to feel responsible for the mentor. A mentor who relies on a mentee to be the voice of reason or make the more mature decisions also fits the bill.

Evil mentors can count if they’re not the tyrannical or overtly kind, since the mentee then has the burden of trying to threaten, wheedle, beg, manipulate the mentor into not putting them to ill use. There’s always the promise of getting a non-authoritarian mentor switching sides if the mentee can manage it.

[danganronpalphabets]

Akane Owari Neko Alphabet

Affection - How do they show affection? Do they rub up against you? Purr in your company? Show their neck? Are they affectionate towards you at all?

Akane is very affectionate toward you, even if she's a little clumsy about it. She loves to rub up against you, sometimes simply not knowing if she crosses a line into inappropriate.

Beginning - How did they come into your life? Were they originally as big a part of your life as they are now?

I'd imagine she's a pretty recent addition, and you likely took her in when you heard of the situation she was in, with poverty, trying to look after siblings, and watching people die of starvation all around her. And that sweet kitty couldn't be more thankful for you. <3

Collar - How do they feel about collars? Will they wear them? How do they like their collars? Studded? With rhinestones? A specific color? Specific material?

She's fine with things being simplistic, and even prefers it at times, not wanting to think you're wasting your resources on her. As someone who grew up with nothing, it's hard for her to imagine someone not being in that same situation, so she just doesn't want to have it just to lose it. But she won't mind wearing a collar if you ask her to, she's generally very laid-back about things like that, but it'll take a bit of getting used to!

Drugs - Do they like catnip? What are they like while on catnip? Are they more relaxed? More hyper? More hostile?

I feel like, on catnip, her more aggressive side would be more prominent. She'd be a lot more likely to engage in conflict or get into wild shenanigans. But her aggression would almost never be directed at you, but most likely, your furniture and the objects on your counter would suffer. :')

Ears - Are their ears sensitive? Do they like have them pet? What do their ears look like? Are they fluffy or sleek?

Her ears are sensitive, but not necessarily in a good way. It usually hurts her to have them touched, thanks to injuries she sustained as a child, but they're very fluffy and the same color as her hair with a little pink inside. I think she may also have some darker spotting along the skin of her ears, itself.

Food - What do they prefer to be fed? What do they hate being fed? Will they complain if they're fed something they dislike?

She is NOT picky. She will eat anything and will never complain about what she's given, even if she did hate it (which is a slim to none chance, anyway).

Good - Do they like to be praised? What's their reaction to being praised?

She'll be incredibly flustered and not really know how to handle being praised. It isn't that she doesn't appreciate

Heat - What are their heats/ruts like? Are they eager to breed? Or are they more able to control themselves? Do they go into heat/rut at all? How strong are their heats/ruts?

She does go into heat, and she hates herself for it and thinks it's part of her prior abuse. Nobody has ever taken the time to explain it to her, so she genuinely hates it about herself. Due to this, she tries her hardest to resist every part of the heat and ignore it or just pretend it doesn't even exist. If you explain it to her, she'll be grateful to you forever and more likely to accept her desires during this time.

Interests - What gets their attention the most? What do they like to fixate on when you're not home to play with them?

Food. At least, that's what she prefers, but she can really be entertained by anything. Just leave the TV on when you're away, and Akane will be occupied for hours.

Joking - Are they mischievous? Are they the type to set up pranks when you're away from the house?

Not really! Her intentions are usually innocent, but sometimes, if she sets up little surprises for you, they can go wrong because she's a little clumsy. But she does always mean the best. Unless you're actively competing in pranking with her, that is, in which case you can bet she'll have something waiting for you the second you're away from the house.

Kittens - Do they want any little ones? Would they be a good parent? How would they treat their babies?

Although she can be swayed with enough love and affection from someone she loves and trusts, she's seen too many cases of children dying, forced to become fighters, prostitutes, and drug dealers, and just never being able to meet their needs too much to want any kittens of her own.

Loyalty - Would they die for you? How much would they be willing to do for you?

She would lay down her life for you, and that isn't an exaggeration. You've done so much for her, and she would be damned if she didn't even try to do the same for you and return the favor.

Mondays - Do they have periods of being grumpy and moody? How can you help them with it? Do they get hostile while moody?

She doesn't usually get grumpy, but she'll get pretty fired up when in a competitive mood! But that's still just play, and she'd never hurt you. If she does genuinely get upset, just some nice food, even junk food, is enough to calm her down and give her time to center herself again.

Name - What do they call you? What do they like to be called in return? Any nicknames? Who gave them their name? Why? What does it mean?

She'll usually just call you by your first name or some sort of competitive moniker when she's trying to egg you on into competing with her. She just likes to be called Akane, however. An adoptive parent gave her her name because it means "deep red", a color of fire, which was visible in her fiery personality, even as a kitten.

Owner - How do they view the relationship between the two of you? Do they view it as platonic, romantic, familial, etc.?

Akane, thanks to the number of traumas and abuses she's suffered, has no way of differentiating them entirely, so you couldn't really label the way she feels about you, it'd pretty much be up to you to decide. She'd initially assume you want her because you lust after her, but over time, she'd start to trust you more and understand your intentions better. She's clumsy and ditzy, but she isn't stupid.

Purr - What makes them purr? What are their purrs like? Are they loud? Softer? Do they purr out of pleasure and pain, or just one? What does purring indicate for them?

She doesn't purr often. She presents a strong and aggressive front, so when Akane purrs, it's a rare but truly rewarding thing. It means she's... at peace. She doesn't feel in danger or the need to protect herself, she trusts whoever she's with fully.

Queen - How do they treat their mates?

She'd treat them like her closest friend and buddy, because in the end, that's what they'd be! She wouldn't date someone who wouldn't also be her best friend and her lover in one! She'll just be a lot more curious about them and a lot more eager to make them happy, that's all.

Recreation - What toys do they own? Do they play with them? Do they prefer to play with them with you or on their own? What are their favorite toys, and which ones do they not enjoy at all? How playful are they?

She doesn't have many unless you got them for her, and she'd be a little confused on how to use them at first, but she'd warm up to them. I think, personally, she'd have the most fun with a laser pointer, since it keeps her active. She likes to be active and competitive.

Scratch - What are their claws like? Do they scratch often? What about scratching furniture?

Her claws are pretty unkempt and they're usually dirty, but she can't help it! She likes getting into and playing with the most random things. And I'd imagine her to scratch when she maybe gets a bit too excited, but rarely every intentionally, unless she's actively fighting someone or something.

Tail - What is their tail like? Is it sensitive? In what way? What color is it? Is it fluffy or sleek?

Her tail is incredibly fluffy! It's the same color as her hair with a few white speckles in the fur, and it's sensitive in a better way than her ears. If you tell her first, she'll let you pet it. But if not, she'll freak out.

Understanding - When you leave, do they whine about it? Or do they understand? Do they allow you to go? Or demand you bring them?

She's definitely on the more understanding side! Sometimes she'll imply that she'd like to come along, but if you say no, she'll accept it fairly easily and wish you a good day, nonetheless.

Vocalizations - What are their cat sounds like? Are they high-pitched or low-pitched? Do they sound needy? What kind of sounds do they make? What causes them to make those sounds?

She doesn't usually make cat sounds, being quite honest. If you scare the hell out of her, she might hiss at you, but that's about it.

Whiny - Do they whine when they don't get their way? Which of your appliances suffers for it? Or do they knock things off your counters?

No, she's very laid-back and doesn't really mind when she doesn't get her way! She doesn't actively try to harm your appliances or knock things off your counters, either, but sometimes, accidents happen.

X-Ray - Are they attuned to your needs and wants? Or do they sometimes need to be clued in? Are they apologetic or saddened if they don't understand what you want/need?

Akane is a ditz, but she's far from stupid. She may not know EXACTLY what you feel or want, but she'll always have a general idea.

Yearning - Do they miss you when you're gone? Or do they manage to entertain themselves until you return? What do they do when they miss you?

She misses you... for about twenty minutes before running off and finding something to entertain herself with. However, that doesn't mean she isn't absolutely elated when you come home!

Zzz - What are they like when asleep? Do they sleep-talk? Drool while they sleep? Do they purr in their sleep? Yowl? Meow? Are they a cuddly or solitary sleeper? Where do they prefer to sleep?

I think occasionally, you'd hear her mumble something incoherent when she sleeps, and yes, she's a drooler. But I don't think she'd make any other sounds. She also isn't picky on where she sleeps or if she's with you or by herself.

[czedwardsblog]

Circling Fic and Social Media

I think I had another Tumblr account back in the early 2010s? But I deliberately abandoned it because I was sitting with a long trauma that Tumblr was making worse.

Like most writers, I wrote from an impossibly early age, and played in other people’s stories, because as a little kid in the 1980s, I had no clue about the copyright issues, nor was I trying to publish anything. I just wrote stories to make myself happy, while living through a pretty awful home.

[content warning: depression, school trauma, betrayal]

When I was in 5th grade, my school library had a book, The Haunted Dollhouse, by Terry and David Berger, with an introduction by VC Andrews. My friends and I were 100% already reading age inappropriate books at 10 years old, and the name VC Andrews caught our attention like cats scenting a catnip patch.

The book was a photo picture book, full of Victorian house and doll and toy porn, with creepy alterations. The story was… barely adequate… but the pictures? Oh, THOSE were story fuel. I got so much mileage out of 30 pages of photos.

That was my 5th first year at a new school, in my 9th city, so by then I’d gotten good at making friends the hard way (aka being an entertaining pleasure to be around) , and I had 3 that year. And I ended up writing most of a novel based on those pictures for their pleasure. By Thanksgiving we were so far off book from the pictures that only if you knew the original source was it possible to even call it fanfic. By spring break, it was 100% its own world.

And let’s be clear: I was in the middle of the Mojave Desert that year; we did not have an SF convention (much less one that would admit 10 year olds), we did not have a comic book shop or zines, we barely had cable, we had one rock music station that was a syndicated national, so played Top 40 on heavy rotation. Our bookstore was a very small B Dalton; YA was limited to the brand new Babysitter’s Club and Sweet Valley High. (Also, my family dysfunction meant I didn’t have much money as a kid.) The public library was more than 3 miles from my house, and the streets were not safe for a 10 year old on a bike, even for the 1980s. More importantly, hardly any of the language around fanfic had been written, and what did exist was nowhere that a bunch of 5th graders would find. The world was so limited back then.

The next year, the four of us started middle school together, and we gained a few more in our circle, and the whole Victorian Gothic story performance art moved further away from its source. We had an amazing English teacher, Ms Paulson, who was a beautiful, cool grownup, and independent and fierce, and had us write a lot.

The middle school didn’t have a copy of The Haunted Dollhouse, so my story went even FURTHER off whatever source rails remained because it was just going where the story wanted to go now, without any references. And my family was in bad shape that year, so winter break was awful. I spent a lot of time disassociating myself into my fantasy world, and I ended up with a pretty good spin-off story that didn’t rely on the source material at all. So when Ms Paulson wanted us to write a short story in January, I had one ready to go.

And she loved it. She entered it into the district wide writing contest.

Then one of my friends told Ms Paulson that my story was based on a picture book. (I can now say with confidence that by the time I wrote that spin-off story, my story’s relationship to its source material was significantly less than Fifty Shades to Twilight. Totally publishable now. But I couldn’t have said that in the 80s, and even 10 years ago, I probably didn’t have the language for it.)

The teacher I loved and trusted, who encouraged me? Those friends I finally had? It was a horrific betrayal. Especially because Ms Paulson did not go find the source book, she just believed my friend’s account, and would not even look at my notebooks or listen to how it evolved. She just told me to never, ever again use another person’s work for anything.

Even at 12, I knew I had a magpie’s brain. I grabbed shiny turns of phrase and plot and imagery; I liked words and I liked how other people used them. I was a human version of the English language — I mugged books for vocabulary. Meme had not yet been coined, but I knew that concept already, and I was a meme sponge of a kid. So I also knew that other people’s work would end up in my writing. She was telling me to never write again.

The fights around fanfic had not yet happened. The concept of transformative work barely existed (Kirk/Spock stories existed, but again, you had to have an in to the SF&F community to know this, and the middle of the Mojave does not have those on-ramps). Anne Rice was suing everyone and their dog for plagiarism, though, so I’m sure Ms Paulson thought she was helping and teaching me.

What she really did? She muted my writing for more than a year, which is a lot of time when you’re 12. (Also, that was probably the first seriously depressive period I ever experienced, and my first flirtation with hyperfocus and the workaholism that would get me through college.) It did damage, probably more emotional damage than living in my abusive household, because she was telling me I couldn’t escape from them into my stories. That my savior disassociation was now off-limits.

Fortunately for me, I went hyperfocus workaholic because that was the safest coping mechanism in my abusive household, which meant I was storming through school at about 3x the normal speed, which meant my school district had no resources left for me, so the only option was to skip a grade and go to the high school district. That got me away from the friends who betrayed me, and I went to a different high school with people I knew and trusted (who had been a year ahead of me) and I got an English teacher who encouraged my whole class to write fanfic. He had us writing fixfic for Antigone, and in the style of Stephen King’s Misery, and writing backstories for pop songs. He taught the Hero’s Journey using Star Wars, and bless him for every moment. He uncorked my voice.

But I was never comfortable writing fic again. It always felt like the most transgressive and shameful thing I could do, and it stifled my voice. By the time I had reliable internet access with access to fic-friendly places, I felt too old, and too broken to start writing it, so I just stuck with original content, and didn’t show it to anyone, because well, that hadn’t worked well before. Maybe I was only a couple of years older than others then writing fic, and in many cases, I was younger, but they were braver than I was. And maybe had less at risk. (From 16 to 22, I was incredibly precarious, without any economic safety net, and dependent on staying in academia for rent and a future. A BA psych degree then got you an extra 15 cents an hour at a call center. Half of one? Waiting tables in a recession.)

So… coming to Tumblr in the first five or so years? Seeing all that fic? Being jealous of the ease I saw in other people just… posting fic like it’s no big deal, totally safe? I had not yet processed any of the above well enough to be able to write it the way I just did, but I felt it. And I could feel the despair from that first year of depression and silencing. It wanted to come back up my throat and squeeze my voice into permanent silence. It didn’t care how I was silenced, whatever kept me from sullying the world with my stupid little words and stories.

So yeah, I abandoned an old Tumblr account. I am certain it was in my best interest to do so, and I’m not ashamed of it. Yeah, I didn’t see the community evolution — I couldn’t. My own memories were too much of a threat, and needed to be handled before I could be safe in this place, or any place. (For the record, LJ was hard the same way until I found the one place I was safe to write any form of fic — historical fiction/fantasy. The dead can’t sue.)

I’ve never written fiction on or for Twitter — the format doesn’t allow it. But it did give me a fearlessness for putting my words in front of an audience, which I desperately needed.

If I’d stayed here, with my old account, there’s so much I never could have written. It’s almost like I acquired an allergy to fic, and I needed to be in a place where there was almost no exposure to it, so that I could take the immune therapy to cure my allergy, so that I can be around it.

I’m glad for everyone who could stay here and be here and participate. Thank you. You’ve made a fabulous place, and thank you for letting us come into it.

[avatars-and-personas]

Hello!

This is Sta-

Harrison. This is Harrison apologizing for my previous behavior regarding the I messages sent to you. My behavior was highly inappropriate and I should not have been using the account while under the effect of "kittynip".

Again, I apologize for my behavior and hope we can have a positive relationship aside from... this.

From:

-@anonymousmagic-phenomenon

Yeah, sure. I've seen what Catnip can do to people.

[arizonapestcontrol]

Pest Control Tips for Monsoon Season

The sound of RAIN comes as a welcome relief from the singing summer heat in USA. Yet, simultaneously, it won't be inappropriate to call the rainy season, as the time of microbes, contaminations, and infections as well. Indeed, it is that season, when a wide range of bugs get what they generally pay special attention to - water to flourish and raise.

All in all, how to keep your home irritation free during the stormy season? The most effective way to manage this issue and to keep the cockroaches, mosquitoes, termites, and any remaining bugs from your home in the storm is pest control.

1. Oversee Standing Water

The excellent thing to do while attempting to keep a pest-free home in the downpour is to deal with the standing water. Try not to permit water to stand even close to your home, as it will in any case draw in mosquitoes to raise. In this way, guarantee to purge pet dishes, water basins, and vases, and keep your channels unclogged.

2. Keep a Clean Home

You can limit the possibility of pest invasion during the rainstorm by keeping a clean and mess-free home. If because of time limitations, you can't do much, go ahead and book proficient home cleaning administrations from AZ Pest.

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4. Introduce Window Screens

Not all bugs can be banned from entering your home by fixing the passage focuses, for some's purposes, you additionally need to introduce window screens. You can forestall the passage of mosquitoes and flies in the downpour by introducing window screens accessible in all sizes.

5. Ward it Off with Plants

What about using nature against nature? You can do as such by repulsing nuisances like mosquitoes, cockroaches, termites, and different bugs involving a few plants that go about as regular bug anti-agents. The plants to consider as choices are Catnip, Marigold, Lavender, Citronella, Aloevera, and Holy Basil.

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[thebiggestlies]

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Plot ideas.

As I have been known to mention once or twice, RP plots between antagonists are absolute catnip to me. They’re rare around here, true, and require trust between the muns. Also, me, as a writer, keeps trying to write proper mustache twirling villains, only to end up having them turned more human and complex by my partners (Turtle and Crow, I’m looking at you).

With all that said and done, I’d still put one of my more morally dark gray characters up against Raylan. The plot bunnies have shaken their magic 8-ball and announced Mary in not one, but two, plots idea. Now one is heavily stolen adapted from Justified Season 2, but I never claimed to be anything other than derivative.

After returning to Miami, the file for a fugitive lands on Raylan’s desk. Joe Angor, wanted for the murder of three Lynch Inc employees while they strolled through the lobby of the head office in New York. He had almost made it onto a boat bound for Nassau, only escaping immigration officers by mere seconds and a lot of luck. While following up on leads, Raylan’s path crosses with Mary’s. Professional to the core, she expresses merely an interest in ensuring the man who committed a slaughter at her company is brought to justice. Except her intent is revealed to Raylan to be much more in the realm of ending Angor’s life long before he stands trial, and for all Mary pretends to play nice with the US Marshal Service, she’s less willing to let them, or Raylan stand between her and her goal.

Bonus note: Tabby, if asked, is not overly flattering about the couple of Lynch Inc employees she met while trawling the business district bars for free drinks in her youth. They weren’t rude or inappropriate. They were just… and she had to scrunch up her nose while seeking the right word… ruthless. Wall Street investment bankers seemed like fluffy puppies in comparison.

Lynch Inc came to Tatooine with a simple proposal. They believed a deep vein of silicax oxalate ran beneath the dunes not too far north of Freetown. It would require a large amount of investment to tap into. A lot of equipment brought onto the planet, although the corporation would of course provide all the initial outlay, along with extensive upgrade to the infrastructure. Freetown would even have a nearby space port in operation, once everything with the mine was up and running.

The plans were delivered straight to Cobb Vanth by Mary, second in charge of Lynch Inc. She came bearing a generous advance, along with contracts for any in Freetown who wished to seek employment in the mines. They would be well recompensed and offered the safest of environments to work in.

Cobb said no. There wasn’t a single corporation who thrived in the Empire’s rule that didn’t have their proverbial hands dirty in some form or another. Pretty women coming with pretty offers was a trap he wasn’t foolish enough to step into.

Neither Lynch Inc, nor Mary, were inclined to take no as an answer. 

[leoriowithaknife]

haytham is such a cutie pie, your post of his noises was one of the few blazed posts I’ve seen that I actually liked.

AWW THANKS 🤍

he is indeed an adorable cat. i live on my own, away from my family and don't get to see him much (and he's rather skittish around strangers anyway. it would take me a while of staying with my brother for him to get re-acquainted with me... not as easy as popping over for an afternoon to say hello to him lol)

he is also a perplexing little weirdo. we've filmed/photographed all of his antics. he had a phase as a kitten (from the time we adopted him at 8 weeks to when he was around 5 years old) where he would sleep in the bathroom sink(s). he doesn't purr out loud (but you can feel the vibrations in his throat when you pet him and he's relaxed enough). he used to play fetch with me. he meows lots (always been like that). he eats plants. he will try to eat any plant including cacti, often to his detriment, my brother is constantly having to check and make sure the only plants he owns are cat-friendly because haytham will eat them whether we want him to or not. he seems to only drink in highly inefficient ways; either with his paws or by licking the edge of his water dish.

my brother got a novelty lobby/service bell when haytham was a kitten and we pavlov conditioned him together, using those greenies treats (the chicken flavor is the only one he'll go for anymore but in the past he's liked the fish and catnip flavors) - (also this has proved excellent for summoning him when needed... thank you 2012 novelty lobby bell impulse purchase). he has a musky smell like a dog sometimes. i like to think of him as a little mobster man who acts fancy like a butler from downton abbey.

i took this as an opportunity to ramble and share more of him 😊

i'm glad you like my blaze(s)! i'm aware of the dumb and sometimes wildly inappropriate or offensive sponsored/blazed posts some people end up seeing and decided that i could afford a couple impulse-blazes of our sillystupid kittyboy to brighten some folks' day (i had another, featuring some photos my brother took and sent to me that i wanted to share for the same reason 🤭)

and here’s what he looked like as a kitten:

[fatesdeepdive]

Entry 27: A Tiny Smidge of Morally Greyness

It has come to my attention that I made a few mistakes during my rant in the last entry. Hinoka is not, as I believed, Corrin’s younger sister. Hinoka is older. I had her and Takumi’s ages mixed up. This doesn’t really alter my point, because Sakura and Takumi are still younger than Corrin despite having the same mother as Ryoma and Hinoka, but it was an error. Now, I could own up to this error, which was absolutely my fault, but I’d much rather blame the game for never giving ages and keeping how long ago things happened in vague terms, which makes it hard to get a good mental timeline. I’d also like to note that I’ve been assuming Corrin was a toddler when kidnapped, which seems to be wrong. Corrin’s younger than Hinoka, who was seven at the time of the kidnapping, so she was still a young child, but Corrin was at least old enough to form memories with the other royals. Now that I’ve corrected myself, let’s go back to mocking the writing in Support conversations.

Support: Kagero/Ryoma

C: Ryoma, grateful with all of Kagero's recent work, asks her what he can do to reward her. She says his thanks is a good enough reward. Ryoma orders her to think of a better gift idea.

B: Kagero asks Ryoma to reward her by sparring.

A: After sparring, Ryoma invites Kagero to have tea with him.

S: Kagero has been working herself to death. Ryoma asks her why and she reveals her inappropriate love for him. He says he loves her too.

Review: Kagero and Ryoma are both very stern, very serious characters, and putting them together in an ordinary fluff Support line ends up being incredibly dull.

Support: Kaden/Orochi

C: Kaden is looking for a lost cat when he runs into Orochi. She gives him a cat summoning talisman, but he runs away before she can explain its horrific downside.

B: Kaden starts drowning in pussy. To clarify, the talisman, which is just a bunch of catnip, attracts every cat in the area.

A: Orochi explains that she likes cats and uses the talisman to summon them.

S: Kaden and Orochi play with kittens. Orochi says he likes Kaden because he's like a cat. The two of them make a lot of cat puns.

Review: Cute and fluffy. Like a kitty.

Support: Oboro/Subaki

C: Subaki finds Oboro working in a store, skillfully convincing customers to buy things. She explains to Subaki that she's helping out the store's sick owner and that it reminds her of working for her parents as a child.

B: Oboro continues working in the store. Subaki helps her hide this from the army.

A: Oboro thanks Subaki for covering her and says she's surprised Subaki did so. Subaki says that he noticed Oboro enjoying herself and thought it would be mean to screw her over.

S: They get together, because Subaki likes Oboro for working in a store and Oboro likes Subaki for keeping her secret. What.

Review: Ignoring the clumsiest confession yet, this one wasn’t too bad. Oboro being an old-timey merchant is fun and it’s nice when Subaki isn’t a dick.

Support: Azura/Hinata

C: Hinata spends all of his money buying bamboo shoots from a cute girl at the market. He gives them to Azura, who calls him an idiot.

B: So, this is a weird one. The girl who sold Hinata bamboo shoots, actually a Nohrian spy, follows Hinata back to our secret base in the Astral plane that apparently anyone can just waltz into. Azura actually recognizes the spy as a Nohrian noble she knew as a child. The spy runs away and is never heard from again.

A: Hinata gives Azura more bamboo shoots, which makes her smile. Azura reveals that the spy bullied her as a child. Fucking bold for her to do that, considering Azura was the stepdaughter of the infamously violent king.

S: Hinata returns from the mountains with more bamboo for Azura, who is apparently a goddamn panda. He then uses the bamboo to propose to her. She says yes because he’s fun.

Review: This is such a weird Support. First off, himbo Hinata is nice and I like Azura calmly worrying about him. But this Support also introduces a new NPC, who is never mentioned again, who has interesting relationships with both Hinata and Azura. I want to recruit her!

Birthright Chapter 22: Hidden Capital

The gang arrives in Windmire. Oddly, the city is completely empty. Silas explains that that’s normal, and that most people just hide in their homes all the time to avoid being killed by the faceless or bandits that are apparently common in the capital city. Silas also explains that Nohr is kept in perpetual darkness, which means crops don’t grow, which is why Nohr invades neighboring nations. It would have been nice to have this tiny bit of moral greyness to the Nohrians at any point earlier in the game, but I’ll take it where I can get it. Ryoma says that because Hoshido has an abundance of resources, they should share them after the war. Which I guess Mikoto never considered doing.

An Outlaw named Shura shows up and tries to mug the group. After a quick battle, Azura asks Shura if he knows about the secret passageway into the palace she was kidnapped through as a child. Shura explains that he used to live in Kohga, a ninja nation destroyed by Mokushu, and that his family served the Hoshidan royal family. When his country was destroyed, the Hoshidans refused to accept refugees, forcing him to move to Nohr. I guess King Sumeragi wasn't all that good after all, not that the game will ever acknowledge that fact again.

Ryoma offers to help Shura reclaim his homeland and Shura joins the team. Shura also monologues internally about how he kidnapped Azura as a child. Shura leads the group to an underground marketplace where they recruit a quartet of rejects from the academy. The marketplace, hidden from the king's soldiers, is the true heart of Nohr and is very lively.

Corrin runs into Elise, who is in the market visiting her old nanny, Cassita. Elise explains that the family has fallen apart and that Garon has been acting more and more evil lately. Cassita explains that Garon was a good man when he was younger, but became bitter after the death of Xander's mother Katerina and Azura's mother Arete. This does, admittedly, give a hint of depth to Garon. It isn’t much, but it’s something.

[inappropriateuseof]

Inappropriate Use of Catnip

[ootori-sibs]

Summer camp host club 6

Tw for blood, beartraps and hospitals,

Haruhi was asleep. Her dreams were filled with pictures of the monster Mr Hirano had described, beautiful and mysterious. She watched it prance about in the moonlight, it's behaviour wasn't dissimilar to that of a cat. She wanted to reach out and pet it, but she was afraid it would hurt her.

She then watched it switch between it's human and beast form, each time it enters it's human form, it's a different beautiful figure, genders changing every time, every single thing that Haruhi finds attractive. It was a selfish dream but she didn't mind it.

Her dream was cut short by one of the girls dragging her out of bed. "Come on Haruhi! You said you'd come to the lake with us!" The girl, Aimi, whined and tugged at Haruhi's arm.

Haruhi sighed and smiled at them, getting out of bed with a yawn. "Alright then, let me grab my bathing suit then." She got dressed quickly, before joining the girls outside the cabin.

It was quite early in the morning, the sun was only just peeking over the mountains in the distance. The air was crisp and cool, it wasn't cold however, just pleasantly warm. Haruhi walked with the other girls to the lake, watching from the grass as they took turns jumping in, laughing and joking as they did.

She was too tired to swim, so she just sat and watched them. One of the girls starts talking about how she's smuggled alcohol in her bags, and the girls begin to joke about having a party when the councilors are in bed. Haruhi thinks it's highly inappropriate but she knows better than to try and disrupt the fun of others, so she just sits there and begins to think about methods of ensuring they don't get hurt.

Breakfast rolled around and she and the other girls headed in from the lake, happy to find that pancakes had been made. Haruhi went to sit with the other hosts, minus Kyoya as the shadow king hadn't woken up quite yet. They looked at her swimsuit and it was Honey that brought it up. "Have you been swimming Haru-chan?"

Haruhi nodded. "Yeah, the other girls wanted to. I only really paddled though." She shrugs and pours some syrup on her pancake. "Did you guys sleep well? No nightmares about the story?"

It's an overall no from the hosts, but Honey starts talking about the dream he had where the maze was made of cake. Fortunately he is interrupted, unfortunately he's interrupted by a crash from the boy's cabin. The hosts look at each other in a panicked agreement, there's only one person still asleep; Kyoya.

They all hurry towards the cabin, a few others following suit. Haruhi is suddenly getting very anxious for some reason. When they got to the cabin, they saw a dent in the wall, and a very shell shocked looking Shin. A quick glance to Kyoya told Haruhi that he'd already gone back to sleep- good for him.

Mr Hirano pushed himself into the cabin, looking at the scene before him. "What the hell happened here? Shin, explain yourself." He glared at his brother, crossing his arms.

Shin looked at him with wide eyes, clearly still processing what had happened. "I- I only tried to wake him up?? So he wouldn't miss breakfast?" God, Haruhi almost felt sorry for the guy, he doesn't understand quite how Kyoya operates yet.

There was laughter, Tamaki was stood behind Haruhi and he was laughing. It didn't take long for the twins to chuckle a little too, but they were a bit more restrained in their mirth. People looked at him confused, Mr Hirano frowned deeply, raising an eyebrow. "What's so funny?"

Tamaki wiped nonexistent tears from his eyes. "Oh do forgive me, I just find it quite funny how stupid that decision was." He chuckles a little more at the confused look on both Hiranos. "Trying to wake Kyoya up, it's like-" he shakes with amusement, stifling his laughter. "I'm sorry, sorry. It's like having a deathwish! Isn't that right men?"

The hosts all nod, the twins piping up. "you should see what he's like if he only gets an hour!"

Mori nods silently, Honey jumps up happily. "Kyo-chan's downright homicidal when he's sleepy!"

Haruhi had to agree, shrugging and at least showing a little sympathy to Shin. "Sorry dude, they are right. Besides, you shouldn't have woken him up anyway- it's kind of rude."

Mr Hirano massaged his temples. "There will be no violence in my camp from now on, understood? I will let him off with a warning, make sure you let him know." The hosts nod and he turns to leave. Haruhi glanced at Shin and saw that he actually looked kind of guilty. She sighed and approached him.

"It's ok dude, literally everyone's done it at least once, he's not going to hold it against you." She smiles up at him, Shin smiles back, mouthing a silent thanks.

Tamaki meanwhile, has sat on Kyoya's bed, and is shaking him gently. "Kyoooyyyaaaa!"

"What?" The shadow king spoke, barely stirring.

"The councilor man said you're not allowed to respond violently when people wake you up."

"Then tell people not to wake me up. Now fuck off and let me sleep." Haruhi thought that was reasonable, and was all but ready to leave Kyoya in peace when Tamaki spoke again.

"But Kyoya! We're having pancakes, and I brought coffee cream." Haruhi wasn't sure what he meant by that, maybe the cream you put in coffee? But by the way the other hosts froze, the same way they did when anyone mentioned fancy tuna to her- she assumed it was like catnip for the demon lord.

And as if by some miracle, Kyoya sat up, looking at Tamaki in suspicion. "The good kind? With-"

"With commoners coffee, yes." Tamaki nodded, a small smirk appearing on his face.

"Ugh, fine, but I'm having the entire jar." He slowly got out of bed, going to grab some clothes.

Haruhi… was amazed, and by the looks of it, so was Shin. She silently followed Tamaki out of the cabin and back to where they were eating. "Are you sure he can have a whole jar?" The twins spoke in unison, sounding slightly concerned.

At this, Tamaki looked very smug, pulling out a very little jar. "I brought these because I knew he'd try and pull something like that." The hosts all look very impressed, they're even clapping. Haruhi has to admit that certainly is a smart way to out-maneuver Kyoya.

The contents of the jar is brown and thick, like a whipped cream texture. Honey must have noticed her looking at it in confusion, because he pipes up. "It's whipped cream! It's been mixed with coffee and now it's very strong and very creamy. Kyo-chan loves it!"

"He isn't allowed it, because he's supposed to be limiting the amount of caffeine he has-" Hikaru starts, letting Kaoru finish. "but it clearly hasn't worked."

Haruhi chuckled at that, the image of Kyoya being told he's not allowed coffee is very funny to her- she doesn't think she's even ever seen him drink anything else.

When Kyoya saw the tiny jar he was given, he was highly annoyed, but still happy to completely and utterly coat his pancakes in it.

Tamaki spent most of that morning doing little games and puzzles on his own, and the afternoon was spent with the twins. He was finally getting used to this little change of pace, it wasn't that hard in reality. The less introspection he did, the less things seemed to interest him, sure it was enjoyable, but nothing was so dramatically simulating. He was able to spend hours brainstorming themes like he could before, it seemed like his emotional conflict had finally reached it's finale.

Then there were the noises he'd heard when near the lake. He wasn't quite sure what they were, but when he got closer he realised what they were- whimpers and squeaks. But not from an animal. He could hear voices too.

"Hold still, don't move." That was Shin's voice.

"Fuck, shit, don't do that." Kyoya… Kyoya was the one in pain.

Tamaki sped up, approaching where they were. He froze when he saw the scene before him.

Kyoya was sitting on the floor, leaning against a tree and looking paler than normal. Shin was standing over him, shirtless and pressing his shirt to… some very deep looking gashes on Kyoya's right arm. At the sight of his best friend's blood, Tamaki felt his own boil. "What the hell are you doing?" His tone was entirely accusatory, and he didn't care to correct it, for all he knew, he was right.

"I didn't do anything!" Shin cried out, clearly very anxious. "He got his arm stuck in a bear trap! Go get help!!"

"No." Kyoya interrupted, clearly attempting to use his threatening voice, but it came off as more of his normal tone due to how weak he was. "Shin, you go." Tamaki couldn't help but feel a spark of pride at that, watching the confusion on Shin's face.

"What? But Kyo-"

"Go. Before I fucking bleed out."

Shin sighed and nodded, standing up and looking at Tamaki. "Keep pressure on the wound."

Tamaki nodded, rushing to Kyoya's side as Shin ran back towards the camp. He keeps pressing the shirt to the wound, trying not to hurt Kyoya. "What happened? Was he telling the truth? Was it a bear trap or…" he trailed off, not wanting to say what he was thinking.

Kyoya just sighed, it was heavy but laboured and made Tamaki's hairs stand on end. "He didn't do a thing Tamaki, he helped me out of it actually…" His words sent a jolt of guilt through Tamaki, but it was largely ignored in favour of worrying for Kyoya's safety. He worried deeply for his friend, and the blood made him feel dizzy.

He heard a quiet whimper, and looked at Kyoya in surprise, finally noticing the tears in his vice president's eyes. Wow… this must really hurt. Tamaki didn't think he'd *ever* seen Kyoya cry before. He shifted to an angle so he could cradle him, while still keeping pressure on the wound. He's surprised when Kyoya leans into the touch, just softly leaning his head on Tamaki's shoulder- the most affection Kyoya has ever shown. At least in a language Tamaki can understand.

"I'm going to need to go to the hospital with this." Kyoya spoke, so quiet Tamaki had to be deathly silent to hear him. "When I do, I want you to call Fiyumi, I know she gave you her number." This was true, she'd told him to call her in an emergency or to let her know if Kyoya was sad- because heaven knows Kyoya wouldn't tell anyone.

"I will." Tamaki softly promises, mind still focused on making sure Kyoya wasn't losing too much blood. So focused in fact, he barely noticed when other people arrived, the gasps helped alert him though- as did Shin pushing him out of the way in order to help Kyoya up.

Mr Hirano was here, along with a few of the other campers, the entire host club had followed them too, looking to be slightly out of breath. Mr Hirano took a look at Kyoya's arm and took a sharp breath in through his teeth. "A beartrap did this? God, you're lucky it didn't take your arm off completely, a little twig like yourself." He touched the wound and Tamaki watched Kyoya restrain from punching him in the face.

Mr Hirano sighed. "Adrien's called for help, we're going to have to get you to a hospital."

"Would you mind taking me to a good one?" Kyoya asked, even when experiencing blood loss, he was ever the demanding one. "Preferably one owned by my father and not a rival."

Oh, so that's why. Tamaki had almost forgotten how ruthless the world they lived in was- sending Kyoya to a hospital owned by a rival was likely a death sentence. Mr Hirano didn't seem to understand it, but who was he to argue? They got Kyoya into a first responder car, with EMTs who instantly got to work on bandaging his arm temporarily.

Most other campers left to go continue their activities, but Honey and Mori went to ask Mr Hirano if they could borrow his truck. The remaining hosts looked to Tamaki for answers, he knew that expression- they wanted to know what happened.

"Shin was telling the truth," Tamaki began, feeling a pit in his stomach, "it was a bear trap. Kyoya's lucky to still have an arm." His words felt like a weight crushing them all, looking at his comrades he saw the same pain and worry in their eyes that he was sure were also his own. "He asked me to call Fiyumi."

When she answered the phone, he could hear the repetitive hum of her sewing machine. "Hello Tamaki, is there anything you need?"

"..." He took a deep breath, it was just his arm, it could be worse. "Kyoya's in the hospital."

"What??" He could hear the worry flooding her voice as she switched the sewing machine off. "What happened??"

"Bear trap." Tamaki was struggling to get the words out, by now they were in the truck. Haruhi leaned in and gently took the phone from him.

"Hello Ms Fiyumi, you haven't met me but I'm Haruhi- Tamaki-senpai's a little too distraught for a phone call right now, hope you don't mind." Tamaki couldn't hear what Fiyumi was saying anymore, only what Haruhi was saying. "Well Kyoya-senpai got his hand stuck in a bear trap so he's had to go to hospital," she was so much better at this then he was, and Tamaki was infinitely grateful, "yes, we made sure it was an Ootori owned hospital. Kyoya himself specified." Haruhi was just quietly nodding now, Tamaki just silently played with his hands. "We're driving over there now, uh, I'm not sure what location but it's near the summer camp?" She went to Google the name of the camp on her own phone but paused, responding to someone Fiyumi said. "Oh you know the location? Great, so we'll meet you there?" Tamaki was just staring out the window now, chewing on his shirt collar. "Alright, thank you

Bye."

Haruhi ends the call and hands the phone back to Tamaki. "How are you feeling senpai?"

"I'm… I'm just worried about him, he's supposed to be having fun…"

Haruhi sighed and put a hand on his shoulder, Tamaki is so very grateful for her level head. "Well, all we can really do is make sure we're there for him and you really were- you're his best friend, his favourite person. Just make sure you're there when he needs you, that's really all you can do."

Tamaki paused, nodding and giving her a slight smile. She was right, Tamaki couldn't do anything to help Kyoya out, other than at least try and keep him happy. But what Haruhi had said, about him being Kyoya's favourite person… that surprised him, he supposed he'd never even considered the fact that Kyoya could have a favourite person, let alone that it could be him. But he supposed that explained why Kyoya would rather have Tamaki by his side while in pain then Shin- his best friend who he's known for almost two years, or a dude he met like, three days ago.

Even as they walked through the hospital corridors, Tamaki couldn't get those thoughts out of his mind… his favourite person… Kyoya's favourite person…

He was however snapped out of his thoughts when he saw Yoshio Ootori himself enter the corridor, stop, look at them, then nod curtly. "Souh, Souh's friends."

They all nod in response, bowing their heads a little lower and mumbling a greeting. Tamaki frowns sympathetically, he couldn't imagine how worried the man must be. "I'm guessing you were told?"

Yoshio nods. "I was alerted the moment my son's name came up in the call, luckily I was already at this location." He adjusts his lab coat, sighing. "Would you care to tell me how you allowed my son to put his hand in a bear trap?" They were walking now, Mr Ootori leading the hosts presumably to where Kyoya was.

Tamaki wasn't exactly sure how to answer that, the way Yoshio spoke made it feel like it was somehow his fault, even if Tamaki had been nowhere near. "We weren't with him sir, I'm sorry." He bowed his head, hoping that was satisfactory for him.

Yoshio stares at him with burning eyes, clearly Tamaki's answer wasn't acceptable. The twins spoke up, speaking in shakey unison. "Yeah, we were nowhere near, if anything, blame his boyfriend."

Every single person there froze, the twins when they realised what they'd just said and who they'd said it to, the other hosts the moment they heard the word leave the twins lips. Even Yoshio froze, but for a much different reason.

After what felt like forever, Yoshio Ootori adjusted his posture, fixed his glasses the same way Kyoya does when it's serious time- in such a way that the light hides his eyes, and crossed his arms.

"What did you just say?"

[returnn-of-the-mac]

How would the companions, including DLC characters, (+ Maxson, Cade, Haylen, Rhys, Sturges, Desdemona, Glory, Father, and Synth!Shaun) react to Sole acting high off their tits? And then they find out it’s because Sole is part feline and has been rolling in catnip? Bonus point points if laser pointer-related shenanigans follow said discovery.

Nick broke the 4th wall so much in this lmao sorry. Also only a handful of the companions (the ones I thought would actually do this) taunt Sole with the laser. Please enjoy!

FO4 Companions (+Many Others) React: Sole Being Part Cat

*[Companion] walks in to Sole rolling around in kitty litter*

…

Curie: [intrigued] Zo Ztrange. Zis ees deeztinctly feline behavior.

Codsworth: [Sir/Mum]! Pick yourself up and out of that filthy catnip! It’s probably festering with bacteria.

Piper: [slightly embarrassed] Havin fun, Blue?

Gage: [embarrassed] C’mon boss, stop it [harshly whispering] You’re makin us look bad.

Nick: I should be surprised, but I’ve already reacted to you doing much more absurd things.

Longfellow: You, uh…you good kid? Drink a little too much?

Strong: Why human act funny? Look like flipped over Radroach!

Ada: [Sir/Ma’am]. You are acting strange. Is there any way I can assist you?

MacCready: [looking away; embarrassed] Yeah. Rolling around in catnip. Totally normal behavior.

Cait: [annoyed] Oh c’mon now! Cut the crap! Yer embarrassin yerself!

Hancock: [amused; chuckling] The hell did you take? Give me somma that shit.

Preston: General, you look unwell and you’re acting strange. You need to see a doctor.

Sturges: [amused] Glad to see you’re takin a break and having some fun!

Deacon: [playfully] Hey! Don’t have all the fun!

Tom: [amused] Mind if I join ya!?

Desdemona: That’s quite…disgusting.

Glory: [amused] Yuck! You do you, but I’m not partaking.

Danse: [harshly whispering] Stop it, soldier. You’re violating our code of conduct…and you’re making a fool of yourself.

Haylen: [concerned] Hey, uh, are—are you okay there?

Rhys: The fuck is wrong with you? I knew you were an idiot.

Maxson: What has gotten into you Knight? This behavior is inappropriate.

Cade: Hm. This behavior is certainly abnormal. I would like to conduct some medical testing on you, Knight.

X6-88: Is there a reason for this behavior, [sir/ma’am]?

Father: [disgusted] What do you think you’re doing?

Shaun: [scared] [M-mom/D-Dad]? Are you okay?

…

After some medical tests, it turns out that Sole was part feline.

Curie: Well zen! Zat zertainly explain’s zeir peculiar antics!

Codsworth: I beg your pardon!? But…how? Did Vault Tec have something to do with this?

Piper: A cat, huh? [devious grin; pulls out laser] Ohh Blueee~

Gage: No way! What!? [laughing, reveals laser] I carry this around for Mason but this. This‘ll be fuckin hilarious.

Nick: Even with this twist, I’ve still reacted to stranger.

Longfellow: A cat you say? [removes laser pointer]

Strong: Part cat? [suddenly scared] Human scratch Strong!?

Ada: Interesting. My databases don’t indicate any previous accounts of homosapien-feline hybrids. You must be one-of-a-kind, [sir/ma’am].

MacCready: [genuinely amused, but pretending not to be] You can’t be serious. [takes out laser and stares at it]…always wanted to try this though.

Cait: [unconvinced] Yeah, yeah. An’ I’m part bloodbug.

Hanocck: No kiddin, huh? Well. Cat’s are chill.

Preston: One of the best Generals in Minuteman history is part cat. That’s impressive.

Sturges: [Roars with laughter]

Deacon: [excited]You can’t make this shit up! [takes out laser pointer]

Tom: Nah! For real!? Ha, that’s great [takes out laser] And so is this baby.

Desdemona: What’s next? Deacon’s a molerat…don’t answer that.

Glory: I’ve heard my share of crazy stories, but this is something else.

Danse: [completely baffled] I…I don’t know what to say.

Haylen: [playfully pets Sole’s hair and giggles]

Rhys: And just when I thought you couldn’t get any more despicable. [Takes out laser pointer]

Maxson: [on the verge of a breakdown] One of my best Knights…is…a cat.

Cade: Better a cat than a malfunctioning synth!

X6-88: [skeptical] I somehow don’t believe that [takes out laser] I’m going to need solid evidence.

Father: Stop with this nonsense!

Shaun: [Mom/Dad] is a cat? Can…can I keep it?

…

While some of the companions took this new information and rolled with it, others decided to have some fun.

…

Piper: [giggling] Look, Blue? What’s that? What’s that? [moves laser in opposite direction] Where’d it go!?

Longfellow: [slightly intoxicated] [aims laser off dock and into ocean]

Gage: [moves laser in circles and watches Sole run around] Heh heh. Go get it, boss!

MacCready: [moves laser back and forth; chuckling]

Hancock: [amused; lazily moves laser back and forth] Heh. This is pretty damn entertaining.

Deacon: [laughing and moving laser in circles] ooooOOH! [moves laser up wall] OOOooooh! [moves laser down wall]

Tom: Heh ha! Go get it, kitty! [moves laser in zigzag patterns]

Rhys: [points laser off the edge of Cambridge Police Station roof] [Sole hisses and claws the shit out of him]

X6-88: [Moves laser in a perfectly straight line back and forth] Cat confirmed.

[onemuseleft]

lightshadowverisimilitude replied to your post: Da Qing and Catnip

I know we have talked about him being more catlike. I needs it. Like forgetting how many legs he has at any given moment and acting inappropriately in all forms. Ala “things your cat does that would be weird if you did them.”

I need, like, a whole fic of this. Written from Guo Changcheng’s POV maybe, as he gets used to the SID, or maybe Shen Wei’s as he comes to live with ZYL and DQ? Just all the weird little moments when they remember DQ isn’t actually a human and is just good at pretending.

You know how cats like to sit on your keyboard, or the book you’re reading? Da Qing does that all the time with Shen Wei’s grading.

[plsbyallmeans]

Have you seen those anonymous accounts on Twitter? Two of them claim to say the Clintons and trump were involved in trafficking but don’t provide any substantial information other than what was given to us about Epstein. Idk what to believe bc if they know something, why not out it to the public bc accusing someone of a crime like that is huge. And I don’t want to believe it because I want actual proof regarding it, but others seem to trust them. They’re @youranoncentral and @opdeatheaters

Hello, Anon.

Your message isn't bad. Yeah, I know about Anonymous but like what you said they don't have any substantial evidence. Also, what Anonymous said has been debunked already. Bill knew Epstein and has borrowed his plane for Clinton Foundation related events. Epstein knew a lot of influential and wealthy people so that's not surprising. Besides, Bill borrowing Epstein's plane, Bill knew nothing of the Evil thing that Epstein is doing in the background. Virginia Roberts, the one who drove this case against Epstein and one of the survivors, has attested that Bill never engaged in any inappropriate behavior.

What Anonymous said has already been answered. (inserting this statement from Bill's press Secretary)

You know, just think of it this way, in this period of #metoo movement, powerful men are being held accountable for any sexual abuse. We've heard women testified against Trump, Harvey Weinstein, Epstein, R. Kelly, etc., If Bill did engage to any of those, he won't get away with it. Heck, he didn't even get away from a consensual bl*wjob. GOPs will gladly feast on having him stand on trial if Bill did really what haters claim he did.

I deeply believe that Clintons are always a great material to be used by opportunists because they always spark controversy. Take for example the Pizzagate. It's so ridiculous but people believed that the Clintons are running a child sex ring in the basement of a pizza house (Comet Ping Pong).

Conspiracy theories like these are like a catnip for right-wingers and *cough* Bernie *cough* cult members. Feature Bill or Hillary, for sure, it will always trend. 😒

Last, just because a margin of people believe Anonymous, it doesn't mean that you also have to believe them, right? 😉

P. S: don't apologize. No offense is taken. 😊