#neko answers stuff

[mika-chaos-bean]

MEOOWW

MAAAAAAAAOOOOOWWWWW

[desires-of-chain]

Question on neko chain

What type of animal will fit the chain best?

Legend perfect as a bunny and the pink kind too.

Like by cat breed orrrr just animal itself? i'll do a mix.

Twi seems like a tuxedo cat. Wars gives calico vibes, Wild seems like an orange cat, Sky or Rulie are tabby. Time is either a norwegian forest or mainecoon, Legend could be a Manx cat. Four is a munchkin. First could be a ragdoll 🤔 or something like Time.

animal wise? Twi and Time obviously stay as wolves. First is a lion, Sky issss idk mayhaps a falcon or loftwing. Warriors is a ferret, Four is a mouse, Wild is fox and Rulie can be a hummingbird or somethin else.

[little-honeypie]

Dear vets; does it make it difficult to hear things like heart/breathing problems in cats if they're purring? I feel like it would be very difficult.

[kushanna]

I think by the time you finish rereading 5 you’ll be ok to start 6, again it kinda cares less about you having exact perfect solutions for everything? And more so that your thinking in the right directions and are willing to engage with the story (which you are!) if ep5 was the study guide, then 6 is a tutoring session (it’s really not til 7 that they flat out TELL YOU STUFF)(and even THEN there’s still layers of obfuscation and allegory lol)

omg yes, i recently realized i'll probably have to reread episode 5, even if faster since it's fresher on my mind, cause it's SUCH a difficult study guide 😭 this rereading business takes so much time fml, but i don't think i understood half of what they were trying to tell me in 5 (THE BABY LIVED)

[miraculouslbcnreactions]

Since you’ve talked about the secret between Adrien and Mari and how Adrien has no agency, back when the s5 bible leaked, there was a part where it said that „Adrien will never find out about his father being Hawkmoth“ or something like that.

Do you think the writers will actually stick with that rule? Because I just can‘t see how this is supposed to be narratively satisfying…

I have no idea and that's not a compliment. It's a condemnation. Adrien should absolutely find out about his father. The story isn't satisfying if he doesn't. But Miraculous doesn't seem to care about being satisfying. It cares about being shocking and that's a terrible thing. To explain why, let's talk about the topic of predictability in narratives and why it's generally a good thing.

We'll start with a quote from a famous George R.R. Martin interview where he perfectly explains why you want your stories to make logical sense with the final line of the quote being the most important part:

Before the Internet, one reader could guess the ending you wanna do for your novel, but the other 10.000 wouldn’t know anything and they would be surprised. However, now, those 10.000 people use the Internet and read the right theories. They say: “Oh God, the butler did it!”, to use an example of a mystery novel. Then, you think: “I have to change the ending! The maiden would be the criminal!” To my mind that way is a disaster because if you are doing well you work, the books are full of clues that point to the butler doing it and help you to figure up the butler did it, but if you change the ending to point the maiden, the clues make no sense anymore; they are wrong or are lies, and I am not a liar.

This is a writing rule that I believe in my soul, but that the Miraculous writers don't seem to care about. Miraculous will introduce things that should be important to the story, but they end up meaning nothing.

A great - and relevant - example of this is the Chat Blanc stuff. Chat Blanc comes near the end of season three, early season four sees Marinette have a nightmare about Chat Blanc, and late season four is all about Chat Noir feeling left out as Marinette trusts Alya over him. Many viewers looked at these story beats and went, "Oh, okay, so Chat Blanc is causing Marinette to push Chat Noir away. Got it." because it honestly was the only thing that made any sense.

But that's not what was going on. The official word is that Marinette was just stressed over her new role as the guardian even though nothing in the text really explains why that would strain her relationship with Chat Noir. It actively improves her relationship with Alya! Why wouldn't it do the same with her long-term partner? As we've discussed several times, he was fine with the status quo at the start of the season and didn't even ask for more responsibility until Kuro Neko so it's not like he was doing anything to stress her out until he randomly quit on her.

This begs the question: if Chat Blanc isn't haunting Marinette and Chat Noir isn't stressing her, then why doesn't she share things with Chat Noir? Why go with Alya when Alya's identity was revealed to the villain requiring Alya to go into "hiding" as Rena Furtive? There's really nothing in the text to answer those incredibly important questions. Question that are only incredibly important because the writers actively chose to have multiple episodes dedicated to Chat Noir feeling left out. Why that happened really isn't clear so there's also no clear resolution. What needs to change? No clue! Did that thing change? Once again, no clue! It's all set up with no pay off!

Or, at least, we don't get the kind of pay off you'd expect to see. Aka the big dramatic moment where Ladybug finally confesses what happened to her. Instead, Chat Blanc's big pay off is Adrien missing the season five fight because he just magically knows that Chat Blanc happened:

During the scene that leads to Adrien wearing the Alliance ring after being reticent to it, [the writers] say that they had a conflict when writing it as they had to find a way for Adrien to not become his superhero self, cataclysm the walls and go help his lady in Paris. The end result is that Adrien is reminded of the devastating effect of his power by the nightmare and would therefore do anything to avoid hurting people, and so he wears the ring. Mélanie says that he "could become Chat Blanc" and the others add that even though he does not remember and has never lived it, Chat Blanc still has an influence on his actions.

So Chat Blanc doesn't matter to the person who actually met him, but it does matter to the person who was Chat Blanc an alternate timeline even though this show has never once showed another akuma victim to be haunted by their akumatization. Does that make any sense? No, it's frustrating and confusing, but it does tell us the way these writers think and that insight doesn't bode well for Adrien learning the truth about his father. It's not enough for me to say with certainty that it will never happen, but I would not assume that it will happen. The show has an active pattern of avoiding these kinds of payoffs:

Example 1: Multiple Lila appearances had her claiming to be Ladybug's BFF and she was even interviewed for the Ladyblog based on this lie, but as soon as Alya learns Ladybug's identity, the show conveniently forgets about this ongoing lie because then Alya would be against Lila and the writers didn't want that.

Example 2: Marinette gave Alya the Fox without telling Chat Noir that they had a new full-time teammate, but Chat Noir never learns about this development. The most he gets is that Ladybug revealed her identity to someone, which is nowhere near as important as the Rena thing in terms of the ongoing fight against Paris' resident supervillain. The fact that Rena Rouge is now Rena Furtive is literally never revealed to him. He learns that she's active in the final fight, but the name change and her status are forever a secret. Alya being Rena Furtive also leads to nothing useful for the heroes. You could remove that from season four and it would play almost exactly the same same for a few minor tweaks.

Example 3: Luka learns Ladybug and Chat Noir's identities in Wishmaker, but this reveal is just used as an excuse to write Luka off the show in season five. The episode that gets him written off shows Monarch realizing that Luka knows the identities because of some mental connection that happens during akumatization. This is damning because Kagami was akumatized twice in season five (Perfection and Protection) and we later learn that Kagami learned Marinette's secret identity during Perfection, the first of the two episodes. In fact, Kagami learned the secret mere minutes before getting akumatized and she was akumatized because Marinette wasn't talking to her so Marinette being Ladybug should have been on her mind and yet Monarch didn't get so much as a hint of any of this!!!!!

That's not even getting into the issue of the fact that nothing in Perfection so much as hints that Kagami knows even though the episode is all about her relationship with Marinette or the issue of Marinette keeping her secret identity safe even though she was almost akumatized the freaking times! SOMEONE PLEASE MAKE IT MAKE SENSE!!! WHY IS IT WRITTEN LIKE THIS??? How is anyone supposed to follow such shitty lore? The audience can't text appropriately if they don't know what the stakes are.

So, yeah, I'd put a small amount of money on Adrien never learning because that would be way too satisfying and Miraculous hates being satisfying or logical. The times we do get big reveals are generally terrible like with freaking Andre the Ice Cream Man being the one to tell Adrien about Marinette's crush or Lila being outed because of a plan Sabrina and Marinette made up off screen or Adrien finding out about Chat Blanc because magic. Watch Andre the Ice Cream Man be the one to tell Adrien about his dad for some reason. Nothing would surprise me at this point.

[piftamere]

part fourteen - interrupted (wc : 1.3k words; cw: a little suggestive towards the end, but that’s it :))

you knocked on the wooden door still high on what you just lived and a bit nervous as to what awaited you behind it.

“come in.” gojo was seating on a red velvet couch, on his phone, and got up to greet you. he looked tired from having just finished performing, a few strands of his hair were sticking to his forehead, his clothes were messy. he was hiding something behind his back that you didn’t see him pick up.

“i wrapped it just for you.” he was smiling, he looked like he was up to something.

he handed you a poorly wrapped gift, with tape placed seemingly at random on the small package. you refrained from making a comment, for once. suspicious, you took it and tore up the packaging, staring at the “gift” for a good 10 seconds, speechless.

“now that you’ve seen us play twice you’re obviously a huge fan of us, and of me, so here” with the stupidest smile on his face.

“a signed cd of your album…” you just stared at it mouth agape and looked back up at him, dumbfounded.

“it’s sold out everywhere, you know, and the poster inside is autographed too, you’re very lucky.” you were still silent, his smile widened and he burst out laughing. “if you could see your face right now!!” he was clutching his stomach, howling with laughter at his own joke.

come on it’s not that funny…

you punched his arm hard, not hard enough to hurt even if a small, tiny part of you wanted to. he pretended to be in pain, whining like the over the top person he was, before reaching in a bag next to the coffee table and handing you another gift, this time not wrapped for obvious reasons.

“you can keep the other one, you’re welcome” he winked, visibly very proud of himself. "for your collection"

it was a mug, shaped like a cat, a maneki-neko to be exact.

“what? how did you know?”, you sat down on the couch and he flopped down next to you.

“i don’t know if you remember, when we met, there was this one song i really liked and you didn’t want to tell me what it meant for you. i wasn’t really looking since you told me it was private, i didn’t want to pry you know. but i found this interview you did, for a blog i think, in it you explained a bit of the meaning and mentioned this.” he gestured to the mug in your hands

“isn’t that interview kinda old?”

“okay maybe i looked a little”, he looked at you with a smile as you chuckled.

wait… you chuckled??

there’s a beat of silence as you examined the mug in your hands, remembering how you used to collect stuff like this as a kid whenever you went somewhere.

“i said i collected tacky mugs, this one’s not that tacky it’s cute!!”

“sorry i have such good taste” he shrugged, grinning. “i saw it in the window of a store and thought of you.”

“thank you. i’ll have to start collecting them again now.”

gojo examined you for a minute, as if he was wondering if he could pry now.

“why did you stop?” he was looking at you but you were still staring at the cat shaped object, “i’m embarrassed… don’t laugh ok?” you turned to face him, suddenly very serious, he nodded, intently listening “an ex made fun of me for it”, he huffed out a laugh.

“what did i just say?”

“come on that was barely a laugh… and it wasn’t at you” you tilted your head, confused, “it’s just funny how we all do stupid shit when we’re in love”

“even you?” you sounded slightly mocking, you were having a hard time picturing it, he didn’t answer, instead playing with his rings.

“gojo?” this time your tone was softer, worried that you might have offended him just now.

“oh sorry i was… lost in thought i guess.”

“you can think?” you gasped

he elbowed you, pouting, as you laughed.

“we can change the subject if you want.”

he seemed lost in thought again but before you could bring him back he spoke.

“it’s ok. i was in love once and it ended badly. end of story.” he shrugged again, looking a little defeated.

“why did you break up?”

“she was getting harassed, threatened too, by our ‘fans’. she broke up with me ‘cause she couldn't deal with it anymore, and i get it… i think. i decided to avoid serious relationships since then.”

“i made a similar decision after my last relationship.”

“so no more dating for you?”

“nope. not until i’m satisfied with where i am in my career.” he hummed in response, “do you have a specific goal in mind? like sell 'x' amount of albums, or go on tour, before you’ll be satisfied?”

you thought about it for a moment, “no not really…”

“so how will you know?” it was his turn to tease you now.

“are you seriously criticizing the logic behind my decision? mister ‘one heartbreak and i became a whore’?”

he gasped, like you knew he would, “how dare you! i’ve had enough, get ready to face the consequences of your words!” he charged forward and started tickling you until you could barely breath and were laughing uncontrollably.

“stop! stop! i surrender, i take it back, you’re not a whore.” you said in between laughs holding up your hands, as he let you breath, laughing too.

neither of you said anything for a minute as you settled next to each other, still chuckling, the silence was comfortable but you didn’t want the conversation to end just yet, not when you felt like you finally caught a glimpse of who he really was.

you looked up at him, catching him already examining your features, but he didn’t look away. you felt your face heat up, still you kept his gaze.

he was leaning in closer, shit shit shit what’s going on, and you weren’t moving away??

your shoulders bumped and your eyes darted back and forth from his own to his lips who seemed impossibly close to yours now, were his eyes always this pretty? they looked unreal, mesmerizing, like you could drown in them, like you would willingly drown in them if he let you. he stopped, his breath fanning on your skin, his eyes were glued to your lips, you couldn’t think straight anymore.

maybe you were okay with what was happening.

maybe you wanted it.

maybe you had wanted it for a long time.

suddenly the door swung open and you were brought back to reality.

a girl appeared, an ipad in hands, and if looks could kill, you’d be 6 feet deep. she rolled her eyes directly at you.

“’toru, they’re waiting for you.”

he sighed and fell back against the sofa, running a hand over his face. “i’ll be right there, wait outside. and i told you to stop calling me that.”

“no, you have to come right now.” she stood her ground, staring daggers at you.

oh, got it. you were probably gonna regret doing this later, but you didn’t care right now.

you placed your hand on gojo’s thigh, making sure that she could see, and his eyes shot open.

you checked the look on her face before looking at him through your eyelashes, pouting your lips slightly “but… i haven’t properly thanked you yet, ‘toru.”

he short-circuited, you thought, because he stopped moving. still you wouldn’t back down.

you traced your fingers up his thigh, in a walking motion, and hooked them on one of his belt loops before whispering loud enough for her to hear.

“guess we’ll have to continue this another time.”

your eyes were glued on gojo’s shocked expression, but you knew she was fuming.

you waited for a moment before finally adding, “you can go.”, breaking the spell he was under.

“you sure?” he visibly gulped.

you nodded in response, and he unwillingly got up. as he was walking through the door he glanced back and caught you watching him leave. you heard him laugh in the hallway.

“fuck.” you whispered, once they were far enough to not hear.

[tldr : gojo gives you two gifts, one dumb and one thoughtful, in his own way, you get closer but a girl interrupts you and you toy with gojo a little to piss her off.]

fun facts

y/n has pretty bad decision making skills

in the interview, from a year ago, y/n explained that her song 'before you can' represented her fear of commitment (shocker!) and she told a few anecdotes about her childhood and her silly little dating life

when y/n told nobara, she thought it was hilarious but stupid

author's note

my editing skills are deplorable :o

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ tugging on heartstrings ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

as an aspiring solo artist, you dream of making it big in the music industry. With your talent and unwavering determination, you find yourself entangled in a web of romantic pursuits amidst rumors and betrayal. Will you emerge unscathed and manage to navigate your love life in the chaos of fame?

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[wisteriasymphony]

You answered my last ask better and more thoroughly than I could have imagined, so thank you for that. I have differing opinions on some things and seeing you whack Adrien with a stick still shocks me and makes me sad for him (and can occasionally be tough for me to digest), but I do keep coming back to see what you create.

I wasn’t sure if your treatment came from a place or hating him, but spite makes a lot of sense. Helps me understand your art much better so again thanks for answering my ask

No, I fucking love the guy. I absolutely adore that fool. Part of why I have written so much about him and refuse to let him go is because I'm hopelessly obsessed with his core concept.

In fact, a lot of the more whump-y stuff is built around satirizing Season 4 and my love-hate relationship with it? A lot of people have problems with what that season did to Ladynoir, myself included, and there were some lingering nitpicky things bugging me about the lovesquare and its canon and fanon treatment.

So, how do you satirize the concept of Chat Noir not being allowed to have an equal playing field to Ladybug and not being given the same information others are? Well, you write something where you can't argue that's not what's happening. You write Chat Noir as the team's Aquaman, always on the sidelines or cannon fodder for reasons he is not allowed to know.

How do you satirize the trash can scene and what it says about Ladynoir? You crank it up to eleven. Chat becomes victim to ridiculously violent slapstick comedy that nobody else bats an eye at.

How do you reconcile the undercurrent of Kuro Neko*, with Ladybug's reactions to Chat Noir adopting the people-pleasing persona he's developed as a survival mechanism for his abusive household implying that her core infatuation with Adrien is this very persona, with all of his flaws airbrushed in order to serve the whims of those around him?

You say yes. That's exactly it. You make every act of Adrien's (as Chat Noir) where he breaks from the rules imposed upon Adrien persona in attempts to make friends with his peers into something people despise him for. You make it inarguable, unmistakable that every action of Adrien's that isn't in service of him as a product or a paper-thin idea is one that people will hold against him. You take the conceit that nobody would like him as he is when he often falls so short of his advertised, perfect self, and you validate it, and validate it, and validate it.

...Of course, the story only starts for real when he finally quits. That's the whole point. The stick-whacking is to finally force him into situations where he'll have to show teeth.

Granted, I will concede that I did not take this line of thought to everything I could have, Chat's supposed harassment of Ladybug primarily. Is it entirely possible and fair game to do so? Yeah, I think so. But, at the time of starting to satirize all this I didn't really build out enough space within the narrative to tackle that, so acknowledging his own issues in that regard has been a lot more subtle and treated more as a general trait of "feeding into one's own idealistic fantasies of romance even at the behest of others to not do so". My treatment of parodying plot points has not been wielded equally, but frankly I think it'd be near impossible to do so within the confines of one narrative—I'm not even going to begin to tackle the ridiculousness of the Bourgeois family.

...Back to the main point: The emotional ouch of the stick-whacking is intentional and purposeful! There's a lot of wonderfully fucked up shit that I can't honestly say I think the writers thought through to its logical conclusion (or, are otherwise unwilling to). There's a lot of plot holes or questionable writing choices to turn into craters for the sake of spectacle. I don't know, I've been enjoying myself so far.

*NO HATE TO KURO NEKO I KNOW MANY OF MY MUTUALS ADORE IT AND ADORE CATWALKER AS WELL

[witchpassing]

a request written for a kind patron, under the prompt "catgirl seeks help in the practice of Stillness, as she wants to part time as a maneki-neko".

The shop bell jingles as Jun shoulders in, shaking snow from her cloak, huffing against the cold. “Welcome to the Golden Coil Medicine Shop, young miss! How may this one serve - oh, it’s you. Hi, Jun.” The doll running the counter slides out of its ramrod posture with an inelegant little yawn. 

Jun snorts, hooking her hat onto the stand. “Aw, Ginseng, you’re not going to take my coat? I’m nearly a fully-certified witch now, y’know. You should keep it up with the young miss stuff, get yourself into the habit.” 

Ginseng sticks out a teal-blue tongue in answer. “The usual, it assumes,” it says, turning to the dark wall of lacquered drawers behind the counter, each one’s contents labelled in print-perfect doll handwriting. 

“The usual.” While Ginseng goes through the monthly routine, stepladder and scales and brown paper bag with label and seal, Jun’s eye wanders about the shop. Ginseng is always changing something or other about the decor in here - pre-Becoming, it was probably an interior designer or something - but the new addition this time is… really something. A poured-gold statue of a beckoning cat, the full shape and scale of a felinid woman kneeling upon a cushioned pedestal. Its upraised paw swings almost hypnotically, as if to the beat of an unheard metronome. 

A folded paper bag is pushed across the counter by finely jointed fingertips. “Crushed extract-of-venus, five grams. Enriched black cohosh, ten grams. Thank you for your custom, young miss.” Ginseng curtseys just slightly too deep to be sincere, the sarcasm of gesture that dolls do best, and Jun snorts. 

“See, now you’re getting it.” She folds the package into the witch-pocket beneath her coat, but she just - can’t take her eyes off that cat statue. “Hey, uh - what’s with the maneki-neko? It’s a bit, I don’t know…” 

“Striking?” Ginseng says, hopefully. 

“... Gaudy?” 

“Hey!” says the statue, and Jun jumps about a foot in the air. “Rude!” Its tail switches about the base of its pedestal, aggrieved. In motion, the glinting gold of its skin reveals itself to be… a considerable amount of fur-safe paint?

“Oh, what the fffff –” a witch must never swear, “- Cleo?” 

“Yes! Cleo!” says Cleo. “Aw, fuck, Jun, you really think I look gaudy?” 

“Uh - no, no, you look - gold’s a good colour on you. What’s going on?” 

“Oh, you two know each other?” Ginseng leans its elbows on the counter. “How droll. Jun, she’s the new part-timer. It’s really nothing to get worked up about.”

“Uh... huh. Cleo, I know you’re not getting the kind of money out of Ginseng that makes sitting on a pedestal all day worth it. What are you actually in this for?” A roll of glass eyes, as if Jun, having helped out here once or twice a week back before her workload got too heavy to manage, isn’t entirely qualified to opine on how Ginseng pays its shop’s part-timers.

“Well, y’see. I’m lucky now,” Cleo says, as if that explains it completely. Jun waits for some sort of elaboration on the thought, but she just takes advantage of the lapse in kayfabe to start preening her fur. 

"The customers have been petting her," Ginseng supplies. 

"Yeah! That too!” Cleo chirps.” C'mon, c'mon, you know you wannaaa-" 

As she tilts forward on her knees, head seeking Jun’s touch, the silver-chased bell hung upon her neck ribbon stirs into a chime; a high, pure tone that is somehow, for the two seconds for which it hangs in the air, the most important thing in the shop. When the sound fades, Cleo has rocked back into her luck-beckoning pose, swishing tail and twitching ears statue-steady, her eyes cloudy with the kind of deep, thought-ending calm that freewilled creatures do not attain without magical intervention.  

"I thought that bell looked familiar," Jun says. 

"Then - then you know as well as this one does that it's perfectly harmless!" Ginseng says, detecting the baleful note of consequences in the junior witch’s voice.

"You have attached a category-four cursed object to our mutual friend - which I loaned you, from my mistress’ collection - so that she can part-time at your master’s shop as a good luck charm." 

“She was so eager to start! And, and she’s been a huge hit with the customers, and you can’t expect a cat to master Stillness on her own overnight-”

“I’m telling your Miss.” 

“Noooo, Juuun.” 

“I am. You’re not wheedling me out of this, you wretch.” 

“C’mooonnn, it’s fine, she likes it…”

“I should kick your ass myself! Another shift’s worth of this and she’ll Become right here in the middle of the shop, and then what are you going to do, huh, tell your Lady she just walked in and did that–"

[ask-playtime-city]

I'm Back.

So... I've been gone for a while, and I'm sure you have questions. Where did I go? Why did I go? Am I done with this blog? Here, I will answer all of those questions, starting with that last one.

Part 1: Are You Done With This Blog?

NO! (but there will be some changes)

I felt like I should answer this question first because this is probably the most... "scary" one. No, I am absolutely not done with this blog. I intend to continue answering (in character) asks on February 10th for reasons I am about to get into.

Part 1.5: What is going to change?

With the release of chapter 4, we have some new friends in town!

Yarnaby, Pianosaurus, and Doey The Doughman!

But there's also one other more OOC change, I will be forcing myself to take Every Weekend Off in witch I Will Not Answer Asks. Why am I doing this? Well... to avoid another hiatus.

Part 2: What happened?

Well, in short, everything. The worst of school, life stuff, burnout, and executive dysfunction. A continuous stream of the world saying "FUCK YOU" to my free time, or just to me in general.

HOWEVER, I finally think the conditions are right for me to come back, and with superior writing skills if I do say so myself...

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Thank you.

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[13as07]

Cats and Dogs #4

(Kiba Inuzuka Smut)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to Pixiv Id]

Requested by: Me (and a lot of you guys)

Word Count: 4,188

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

[Reader] is a Neko (or as close as I could get with my rushed research and to go with the story line) per request

Name Calling: Kitty, Cat, Good Girl

Thigh/Face Riding

Bite Marks/Scratching

Collar/Leash

Hair Pulling/Choking

Pet Play

Oral (Female Receiving)

Blood

Degrading

Breeding Kink

Repost since tumblr is being weird

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     My heartbeat rings in my ears as Kiba's voice rings in my head, slowly into down my body. His words twirl around my spinal cord before settling between my legs, the licks of the fire formed by them still present in my body. "Well, Kitty?" He pushes, eyes locked on me as he takes careful steps forward.

     My mouth falls open, stumbling around to form an answer. Nothing will come out, nothing will even try to come out. My struggle to answer makes his smirk grow, his canines glistening even more from the exposure, making my mouth snap shut.

     "Hush, Kitty Cat," he unneedingly silences me, moving forward again. His knee shoves mine apart, sitting on the bed between my thighs. He leans forward, a hand cupping the side of my throat and the other pressed against my waist. "See? It doesn't hurt you to knock off the hard-to-get game," he mutters, leaning forward to brush his lips against my neck.

     My breath picks up, trying to stiffen the buzzing feeling hidden under my skin. His lips settle in a spot, his mouth softly sucking on the skin and making it harder to keep my breathing even. Kiba's knee slides forward, adding pressure to the tingles between my legs. "Nyaa," the sound stumbles out, a hand jumping up to grip his wrist, the other one shooting forward to cling to his shirt.

My skin is released, and a chuckle spills from the dog. His hot breath coats the spot he was just sucking on, both warming me up and sending shivers through me. "Sit pretty," he orders, using his hold on my waist to push me forward, making me straddle his thigh. Another meow is bubbling in my throat, the small grinding making the fire grow. "Good girl," Kiba mutters, softly squeezing my throat.

A shaky breath hisses out because of the two words, my anger, and hatred for him struggling with my lust for domination. Kiba's head dips back down, tongue sliding over his old markings. "Kiba," I whimper, squeezing his thigh between mine. The hand around his wrists lets go of him long enough to ball up more of his shirt, the material squeezed in both of my fists now.

"I thought you didn't want me?" He teases, his grin pressed against my skin as his tongue toy with my bite marks, spears of pain poking out from the touch.

"I don't," I try to hiss, but it doesn't work out; the words come out airy, almost desperate.

"Tell that to your body," he mutters, gently pushing on my waist so I grind back and forth on his thigh. Like yesterday, his nose nuzzles my collar, pushing it up so he can pay attention to the skin underneath it. The playful dog, nibbles on a spot, resting his teeth against it, pulling them back, and then repeating.

Anticipation fills me up as I wait for the sizzling pain of his teeth slicing my skin apart. It doesn't take long until it happens, canines digging into my throat, fitting against my skin. "Kiba, Kiba, Kiba," I call out, arching my body against him. My hands burn from clinging to his shirt so tightly, my chest pressed against him, and an orgasm slowly building up from the forced grinding.

"Kitty, Kitty, Kitty," he teases, the nickname coming out muffled from his lack of letting me go. "I can feel your pussy purring against me."

Heat crawls across my face as I tingle more. Why does he have to be such a dirty dog? "Don't say stuff like that."

His jaw relaxes, tongue lapping at the sore spot before he pulls back. "Why not? Do you not like being called out for being a desperate kitty cat?"

"I'm not a desperate kitty cat," I whine, shifting my head around and avoiding the eye contact he's trying to make.

Kiba's hand shifts, clinging to the spot that my chin starts melting into my neck. He pushes my head back a bit, squeezing tightly so I can't move my head around anymore. "Look at me," he orders, his tone a little harsher than I'm used to.

Slowly, I slide my eyes over, doing as ordered of me. Amusement lights up his eyes, his cocky smile back on his face. "Tongue out."

"I'm not doing that. It's degrading," I mumble, shifting my eyes away again.

Kiba shifts my head, eyes locked together again. "Tongue. Out." Again, I'm reluctant, but I do slowly slide my tongue out, letting it hang. His eyes brighten even more for my obedience, the dog in a bit of a power kick. Despite his cockiness, he moves his thigh in time with the way he's moving my hips, pleasing my pussy even more.

"Keeping moving," comes his next order, his hand leaving my waist to toy with my ears. This is an order I happily obey, keeping my hips in motion as Kiba does as he wishes. He pets my ears for a while, a thumb rubbing across the back of them before he starts tugging on them, pulling on the hair surrounding them. "I want to eat you," he whispers, dipping down so his nose is pressed against mine.

"Really? Didn't notice," I mutter, trying to shake my head and make the collar clink around.

Kiba chuckles a bit, lips beelining down to kiss along my collar. "I do enjoy your neck but I want to eat your pussy, Kitty."

"What?"

"Lay down," he orders, releasing my neck and pulling his thigh out from under me. A displeased whimper spills from me before I can stop it, my disappointment with the lost friction hanging in the air. "Move," this order is followed by a soft pat to my cheek before Kiba positions himself on the bed, lying on his mattress, knees bent off the edge, and his feet planted on the floor.

I shift around, giving him the space to lay how he wants before I look down at him. "Sit," he mutters, his hand shooting up to grip the chain around my neck. Kiba uses it to pull me around, situating me so I'm straddling his waist before tugging me further up. He finally lets me settle on his chest, my knees pressed closed over his pecks.

"Up." Again, he does it himself, big hands cupping my ass and pushing me onto all fours. A yelp escapes me as I'm pushed around, knees pressed into his arms and my hands holding me up above his head.

Kiba buries his dumb muzzle into my boobs, nosing around them as his hands busy themselves tugging my bottoms off. "What are you doing?"

"Taking your clothes off so I can eat you out and enjoying the warmth of your titties," he deadpans, glancing up at me like I'm the dumbest person alive. "Cats don't talk, they meow." With that, he goes back to shifting me around, working my panties off and nibbling on my chest, getting a mouth full of cloth and a chunk of flesh.

I'm pushed back onto his chest, thighs shoved together instantly as I'm perched on him. Kiba's eyes roll over my thighs, hands busy shoving my shirt up and slowly tugging it off. "Come here," he mutters, gripping my waist again to tug me forward, lifting me a bit so I'm hovering over his face.

"Kiba, I don't - nyaa," Kiba lowers me, his tongue instantly sliding through my folds. "Kiba," I hiss, a hand falling to grip his hair, the other one shooting forward to press against the wall, helping me keep myself balanced. He hums, tongue poking at my hole before it slides over my clit. "Kiba," I mutter again, the word stuttering out.

I'm pushed up, just a tad, his breath coating my trembling cunt. "Let's play a little game, Kitty Cat. As long as you meow, I'll toy with your pretty pussy. If you stop meowing, I'll stop playing."

"That's degrading," I mutter, staring at the wall to avoid looking down at him.

"Alright, we won't play," he grumbles, starting to get up.

"No! Wait!" I whine, eyes falling as I grip his hair harder. Another lopsided smile is on his face, the amusement as wide as ever in his eyes. "I'll... I'll play."

"Good girl," he mutters, starting to lower me again. "Behave and meow for me."

"Nyaa," I whisper, letting my eyes fall closed. This is so degrading. I'm being pleasured by a dog, being forced to meow to get what I want. Kiba's tongue pokes at me again, pulling a louder meow from me. He chuckles under me, slowly starting to fuck me with his tongue. "Nyaa, Nyaa, Nyaa," I whine on repeat, my fingers gripping his hair and accidentally tugging on it.

"Kiba? Nyaa. Kiba, please? Nyaa, Nyaa," I ramble, grinding against his tongue, the vibrations of his laughter only making me needier. "Please?"

     He ignores me, tongue still lazily playing with me. Two or three thrusts before it slides up to pay attention to my aching clit, before falling back down. "Damnit," I almost cry, my orgasm washing over me as I spill out meows as much and as quickly as I can. I can't have him stopping as I come undone.

Huffs spill from me, tongue hanging out willingly this time as I pant to catch my breath. The dog under me stills, letting me settle down from my orgasm; for a second at least. "Kiba!" I yelp, the large man wrapping his arms around my legs before he flips us over. "What... what are you?" I mumble, my back arching as both my hands cling to his locks now.

"What are you begging for?" He mumbles, lapping at my clit a few more times before he pulls away from my pussy. His eyes are shining with pride, sharp canines dripping with my mess that spills down his chin. "What do you want, Kitty?" Curiosity is mixed with the amusement in his eyes now. "Is it my dick? Do you want my dick?"

"No," I whisper, dropping my hold on his hair and letting my arms fall to my stomach, slowly rubbing it as I look around the room. My knees click closed again, a bit embarrassed about how exposed I am. All that's left covering me is my bra and how Kiba is looking at me, I'm not convinced it'll be on for much longer.

     "Speak," he mutters, eyes still lock on me as his head lowers. His teeth graze my thighs, carefully waiting for my reaction.

     My cheeks heat up again at the degrading he keeps doing, eyes sliding around the room again. "Nyaa," I grumble, a curse quickly following the animalistic sound. His teeth sink in, instantly snagging on my skin, and exploding pain across my thigh. "Kiba, that hurts," I cry, hands instantly back in his hair, trying to peel his mouth off of me. "Nyaa, Nyaa, Nyaa. Please? Kiba? You're hurting me."

     The meowing gets him to release me, causing a sigh of relief to spill from me. Relief doesn't live long in my lungs though; Kiba latches back onto me, his teeth feeling like daggers as he starts the slow tearing and marking of my legs.

     He chomps away, littering me as much as he wants. Each tear at my skin instantly starts painful and full force, small spills of my blood mixing with my cum still plastered on my thighs. I only manage to count seven of them before my mind is too fuzzy to keep up with Kiba's constant movements and attacks.

     "Nyaa, Nyaa, Nyaa," the sound constantly spills from me, quickly paired with wetter spilling from my eyes. "Kiba, please," I whine again, trying to wiggle my legs out of his grasp. "I can't take anymore. Please stop."

     As soon as the word 'stop' spills from me, Kiba snaps up straight, eyes scanning my face. Droplets of my blood are mixed with my mess on his face, the red color standing out against his peachy skin. Slowly, his eyes drop down to the shamble he's left my thighs in. They ache and sting so bad that my leg muscles shake from the pain. His fingers press into one of the marks, pulling a cry of pain from my lungs.

     "Don't make those noises," Kiba mutters, shoving his fingertips into a different mark.

     "Why... why not?" I hiss, my chest pumping to try and cool some of the pain crawling up my body.

     My hands shoot down to pull him away; a failing attempt since he snatches both of my wrists, the iron grip of a hand wrapping them. "Your squealing makes me want to bite you again," he mutters, sparing me a glance before he looks down again. Kiba's eyes snap up again, looking scarier than I've ever seen him. "Roll over."

     He releases my wrists, taking a step back before he starts undressing. My eyes stay locked on him, watching him grip his shirt collar and use it to tug it off his body. Having his eyes on me so intensely makes me shake but my eyes trailing down his body makes me shake for other reasons.

     The click of his belt, the snap of his pants button, and the undoing of his zipper make me roll over as ordered, settling on my stomach. "Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit," I whisper to myself, yelping again when Kiba grips my hips, tugging me backward.

     He manhandles me again, pushing my legs up under me so I'm kneeling. His hand falls to my stomach, pushing up on it until I'm situated on all fours. "Good girl." Shivers spill down my spine, as do gentle kisses from Kiba until he stops leaning over me.

     Footsteps fill the room, then a drawer being opened and closed, and finally, footsteps again before he is pressed against me. I turn my head to the side, cheek resting against his blankets as I try to figure out what he's doing. His hand grips my collar, spinning it around so it's on backward. "What are you doing?" There's a click, and then a line of thin silver metal in my sights. "What are you doing?" I repeat, my voice louder this time as I go to stand up.

     "Stay, relax," Kiba coos, hand on my shoulder as he clips the leash onto my collar. Reluctantly, I settle on all fours again, the cold metal of the leash resting against my back. The chill makes my back curve, pulling a pleased hum from the man behind me.

     My head drops down, peaking at him between my knees. His hand is busy pushing his pants down, then his boxers. Kiba's dick springs out, making my stomach stop. He wasn't lying about those nine inches, but he didn't even hint at the width of himself. The dog behind me is going to feel every inch of me. Dear Lord, I'm going to feel every inch of him.

     "Come here," he hums, using the leash to tug me backward, the tip of his dick tapping against my pussy. "Relax, Kitty, okay? If you're not relaxed, it's going to hurt."

     "I'm relaxed," I whisper, staring at the wall in front of me.

     Kiba's hold on the leash tightens, tightening the collar around my throat, and slightly choking me. "Good girl," he praises me, his free hand falling to my hip. It'll be alright. He'll be nice and gentle, I can take this.

     The leash snaps as his grip tightens to help tug me backward. Kiba's hips thrust forward at the same time, deeply sinking himself into me from the get-go. "Kiba!" I yelp, my hands jumping up to cling to my collar.

     "Cat's meow. Meow," he orders, his hand leaving my hip long enough to tug my hands away from my collar. "Don't pull on your collar. You're going to hurt yourself."

     I whine, falling back onto all fours. Kiba hums softly, slowly pulling himself out before slamming into me again. "Nyaa," I whimper, different feelings mixing in my body. Pain shoots out from my thighs, a mix of pain and pleasure spilling from my slight choking and Kiba being buried in me. "Nyaa, Nyaa, Nyaa," I stumble out, giving him a meow for every thrust he gives me.

     "You sound so pretty, Kitty. Pretty, dirty, little kitty. What would your clan think if they knew you were getting fucked by a dog like me?"

     "They... they'd... they..."

     "Would feel ashamed? I bet they would. I bet you feel ashamed. Obeying and being bred by an Inuzuka. Are you going to let me fill you with my pretty litter?" Kiba chuckles at his degrading of me, the hand on my hip sliding down to press against my womb.

     "Kiba - "

     "Cats meow," he repeats, tugging in my leash harder, forcing my head backward so I'm looking at him. A wolfie smile is on his face, as giddy as ever as he works me over. "Meow, Cat."

     "Nyaa."

     "Good girl. You're going to be a good breeding pussy, aren't you? You're going to take all my cum deep inside you. I'm going to flood your womb with pretty puppies for you to carry for me. Am I understood?"

     "Nyaa, Nyaa, Nyaa, Nyaa," I race out, both enjoying and not liking that idea. Both liking and not enjoying how much Kiba is getting off to this. I swear next time I'll get the upper hand on this dumb dog, remind him why cats are so much better.

     "Fuck," he grumbles, tugging himself out of me and loosening his grip on my leash. His hands settle on my hips again, rubbing his thumbs against my skin as he takes a breather. The leather of the end of my leash is pressed against my skin too, counteracting the chilled metal.

     "Are you okay?"

     "Ya, I'm fine, Kitty. Just need to change positions," he mutters, littering my back with kisses again. Once Kiba catches his breath, he's back to manhandling me. He flips me over, settling himself between my thighs before turning us over again.

     I stumble around, trying to settle into my straddling of him. Kiba's hand reaches up, sliding under my collar and leash to keep hold of my neck for a moment. "Such a pretty Kitty," he mutters, rubbing his thumb against the side of my throat. "Are you going to be a good kitty and ride me?" I open my mouth to respond but he stops me, his hand releasing my throat to slide up to silence me. "Kitties meow."

     "Nyaa," I answer, the growingly familiar heat of arousal and degradation enveloping me. The answer is good enough for Kiba, who grips my thighs and helps me position myself on his tip before he goes back to holding my leash. Another bout of degradation fills me at the sight. Dumb cocky dog treating me like his pet.

     Slowly, I shift down, taking every inch of Kiba. By the time I settle on his lap, I'm already panting from being filled so snug and his patience seems to be close to gone. I take a second to position myself better, leaning forward so my palms are pressed to his chest, my nails resting against his skin. I move up again, sinking back down faster than the last time.

     "Damnit," he grumbles, one hand tightening on my leash as the other falls to cling to my hip again. I swear there's going to be fingerprints there tomorrow. "Meow for me," he mutters, forcing my hips down faster.

     "Nyaa," the sound comes out chipped, the new position and Kiba's extra help aiding the tip of his dick into a spot it hasn't touched yet.

     As the pace keeps going, my nails dig into his chest, starting to for little crescents in his skin. The soft touch pulls a soft "wan" from him, making him slam me down faster.

     I automatically decided to scratch him harder, payback for the messed up state of my still stinging thighs, new waves of pain melting through my burns every time I slid back down his length. I dig my nails in, letting them slide down his chest, my wrists bump against my knees before my fingers jump back up to tear him into smaller strands.

     Kiba's "wans" spill from him just as much as my meows, filling the room with our animalistic sounds. His constant movement of my hips makes it hard for me to keep up my bouncing, but from how tight my leash is being pulled and how fast his chest is pumping, I don't think he cares.

     "Shit," he growls, his hand shoving me to the side instead of helping me bounce up and down, causing my nails to scrape across him before I lose my grip.

     Not even a beat passes before he's on top of me again, his hands clinging to the backs of my thighs as his shoulders work to shove my knees up. "Kiba?" I call, hands shooting up to try and get a grip on him again. My fingertips end up landing on his face, my mind split between the overwhelming pace of his thrusts and trying not to claw his face up again.

     "Kitty?" He growls, mouth hanging up a bit, and tongue laid out as he pants.

     The look of Kiba's eyes scares me a bit, making my stomach drop once again today. He looks ready to eat me alive, to dig his canines into my neck until my bones snap. "You're scaring me."

     My sentence is ignored; or maybe not heard from how quiet it was. With every thrust Kiba's head inches forward, getting dangerously close to my neck. The points of his teeth rest against my neck with his next thrust, a preview of the flesh-tearing bite to come. As predicted, when he thrusts in, his teeth clamp down, pulling a scream of pain - and perhaps a bit of fear - from my lungs.

     The sounds seem to only make his jaw clench tighter. The skin around his teeth throbs, the flesh trapped by him stinging so bad I'm worried my throat muscles are going to give in and tear apart too. My blood trickles out from the puncture wounds he keeps making deeper and deeper. My blood feels warm sliding down my neck, some of it being lapped up by Kiba as he swirls his tongue between his toes of teeth.

     The bite might hurt the most, but it's not the only place that hurts. My thigh still sting too, our mixed salt-filled sweat dripping into the wounds to cause stinging, and Kiba's skin rubbing against them to cause a soft ache. The rest of my throat hurts as well; previous bite marks from the week and today, a faint throbbing pain from my collar being tugged on so much, and the sharp scratching poking out every time I breathe caused by the scream slammed out of my lungs.

     Everything throbs so much that I almost don't notice Kiba's movements have stopped, his hips still against mine. It takes a moment, long enough that I'm worried something is wrong before a trickle of warmth is spilled into me.

     The trickle doesn't last long, soon turning into a steady gush of cum being spilled into me, so much being pumped out that my pussy can't hold it all, leaving the last quarter of Kiba's semen spilling out onto my thighs. He wasn't kidding when he said he was going to flood my womb.

     Once again, everything stops for a moment before Kiba relaxes against me, his body weight pressing into me more. His fangs loosen a bit, a soft pop of his jaw sounding before they finally let me go. His head lulls for a moment, ending up pressed into my neck, coating the sticky mess of sweat and blood with warm air.

     "I shouldn't... shouldn't keep you pressed up like this," he mutters, slowly climbing off of me, letting my legs tumble back down to the mattress. Kiba rolls over, lying down next to me as he pumps for breath, trying to calm himself down.

     I stay still, blinking repeatedly to try and push the pain down as I look up at his ceiling. Does he want me to get dressed, and leave? Is that what he's waiting for? Would it be impolite to ask for a rug to get cleaned up with... and maybe some medical attention? I'm pretty sure the dumb dog ripped out a part of my esophagus so it shouldn't be rude... I don't think. Maybe I should just get up and leave... and stop at Neji's to make sure -

     "Shit!" Kiba yelps, jerking up right. "You're bleeding. Like a lot. I am so sorry," he rushes out, quickly crawling out of the bed before he disappears into one of the doors in his room. No, he didn't want me to leave, he's just a stupid dog. A dumb dog with some weird wolfie clam over me and a box of rocks for brains.

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Hi Tumblr :D 👋

My name is Sundew, I’m a MINOR (high school age) I’m ace, pan, trigender, xenogender, ambiamorous, and use all pronouns

I’m an artist, actor, script writer, theatre kid, and AuDHD, EDS, and BPD haver

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Hyperfixations (current and main, current and secondary, past and main, past and secondary): DSMP, Hatchetverse, Trolls, Frankenstein or the Modern Prometheus, DDLC, The Skinjacker Trilogy, Descendants, Vocaloid, Nyan Neko Sugar Girls, Death Note (I haven’t watched/read it yet though), and Evillious Chronicles

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I'm currently working on 5 different DSMP AU's/ animated fanfics, and one day I would like to make 'DSMP the Animated Series' and my high fantasy OC's cartoon, both of which would be indie animated and available on YouTube (but we'll cross those bridges when we get there)

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@csundewsaysfuckitwebawl my DSMP OC role play blog

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Not a sibling (that I know of), but she’s one of, if not my closest online friend: @wigglyobsessedweirdo

Triple also, finally updated my pronouns

Anyway, I hope you all have a nice day and enjoy my Tumblr :D

[sannyo-appreciation-posts]

Unconnected Marketeers fun facts and trivia you probably haven't heard,

Neat trivia for everyone from Touhou 18. Sources referenced in the text.

Mike was the only Demo character to not need to suffer the "Shoplifting" cheat, because she's the first boss.

Supposedly, according to her Omake.txt, Mike came from the outside world. She was originally training to be a proper maneki-neko for Gōtoku-ji, a Buddhist temple in Tokyo, but she was bullied into leaving and didn't finish her training, she's now happily free to do what she wants.

This implies all real world maneki-neko need training to work.

Takane is the final boss of Touhou 18.5, and is presumably the only end boss to surrender immediately upon being approached, but she is mugged by a power crazed Marisa anyway and cries that she's insane.

Yamajorou have special techniques for producing large quantities of quality goods cheap. This is written in Takane's card.

Takane is totally a Phantasmal Boss. Chimata is the final boss, then you go to Nitori who is the Extra boss, then Takane is the Phantasmal Boss. See?

Sannyo is named after the Komakusa. The "queen of Japan's mountain flowers". All her Spellcards are named after different alpine Japanese flowers, and even her nons are shaped like flowers. She keeps them in her den in Lotus Eaters 29 and 30. And this, alongside her dragon folding screen was scripted by zun according to the script Mizutaki revealed. So Sannyo is occasionally drawn with alpine flowers because she's seemingly so fond of them.You can also see color patches along stage 3 implying they are highland flowers as well.

Even though she says "spoiling the taste of her tobacco " as a midstage catchphrase, she happily laughs and says her tobacco sucks in Lotus Eaters 30, so she was making a private joke to herself in Unconnected marketeers.

Hilariously, Sannyo got hit in the face with the Shanghai doll card when she was trying to talk during the demo. Art has been made of this.

Due to an error, Sannyo's clothes were constantly torn during the demo; leading to a ton of her fan art assuming that's just how she looked.

Bonus Sannyo facts, sighting in blue:

Misumaru's resting face, used for reference has probably the angriest eyebrows in all Touhou.

Misumaru makes a living of making Jewelry, Mostly beads. This is in Reimu's blank card ending.

She tried to brag to Reimu she made the Yin-Yang orbs in that ending, but Reimu was hilariously not impressed.

In Sakuya's post fight dialog with Momoyo, Misumaru shows up and gets invited to the SDM to chat with Patchouli. Sakuya expects an exposition dump, but after getting interrupted by Momoyo, she just shortens to answer Sakuya's question with a single "just don't dig that stuff up "

(If you read that exchange in text it looks like Sakuya is keeping up. But the in game faces make it clear Sakuya is confused and Misumaru is exhausted talking)

Tsukasa doesn't like getting her clothes dirty according to her 18.5 title card.

She also has had a habit of entering people's houses uninvited even before touhou 19. In Marisa's blank card ending, Tsukasa brakes into Marisa's house to tell her a bunch of stuff and Marisa complains about "Why are you in my house " basically.

In Marisa's post fight dialog with Momoyo. Marisa convinces Momoyo to let her take gems if she keeps it a secret, but Tsukasa pops up and reveals shes spying, and says Momoyo would get into trouble until she gets intimated by Momoyo.

Megumu is based on a pretty interesting god/ tengu mixup called Izuna Gongen. Hilariously this god is a tengu who stands on the back of a white fox. (I wonder who that could be?) This is because there was a either a real or possibly mythic tactic of tying a crow to a fox and setting it on fire to release into an enemy camp. It latter somehow became a god who offered "great tengu barley rice" to a village, saving them from starvation. Which is where her UM card comes from.

According to Momoyo's post fight dialog for Sanae, "Iizunamaru's always badmouthin' Moriya Shrine". She also says Megumu's a combat lover.

According to her 18.5 title card, Megumu is a "great tengu who loves festivals" this has since appeared and been acknowledged out loud in some fan skits and MMDs, .

Chimata gets bed ridden in Marisa's blank card ending. She's so traumatized by Marisa's inability to engage in basic commerce that it gives her nightmares.

(Also, even though she has unique blank card dialog getting bullied by people making fun of her card on stage 6, no English blank card run is on YouTube. So even though jokes and skits have been drawn for it in Japan, the English community probably isn't familiar with them)

Momoyo Himemushi is based on the brutal but beautiful arcade quarter eating shmup, Mushihimesama. It's bug theme is just as iconic as it's gameplay. This is also why she's got "princess" themeing.

She talks about Megumu enthusiastically in basically every route.

Weirdly for an extra stage, a different character can show up and interrupt Momoyo into having a 3 way conversation depending on who you beat her with.

(I used to assume "that was a blast" was a line she said with every character but it looks like she cuts off before saying it sometimes)

According to the drinking fight party post stage text and title card dialog for the Rainbow Dragon Cave stage in 18.5, Momoyo is a "Centipede Popular Amongst Youkai".

[headphonesbones]

Shattered dream sans x a reader who works for nightmare- [idk if this is what you mean by like you know writing reqs-]

Cas and Null decided to write this together! Hope you enjoy <3

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Alright, this is probably gonna get real complicated REAL FAST

Man is crazy (obvi)

But he’s thankfully (or maybe not thankfully) crazy for you

Uhhh… good luck with that…

So man, this can go a few ways… None of which are probably good lol

Let’s say you’re close to Nightmare before stuff hits the fan. Well, as close as you can get to him…

He’s kinda emotionally constipated, but we love him (kinda)

Nightmare, if he actually gives a damn about you, probably would be… let’s just say “reluctant” to have you around his newly corrupted brother.

He trusted him even less now tbh

BUT

I mean, at least he’s not suspiciously nice anymore??? /j

So, man’s crazy x2 so both of them are kinda trying to manipulate you in order to “see their side”

Basically, they’re fighting over you. One as a romantic interest and the other as platonic… probably.

But basically, neither are exactly “right”

You were doing a pretty good job at trying to stay away from Shattered!Dream until, one day, he managed to corner you when you were really sleepy

“Oh, poor thing. Aren’t you tired of mercilessly working for that…. Imbecile brother of mine? Come here, rest your head.” Shattered cooed at you from the other end of the room, watching you stumble your way into your house after a particularly rough mission. How did he even get in here? You were too tired to care. You shuffled over to him and slumped down at his feet, resting your head in his lap. He places his hand on your head, tenderly stroking your hair and murmuring sweet nothings. 

So naturally, you were like “whaT THE FU-”

Nah, you totally didn’t suspect anything. I mean, how different could Shattered!Dream be from his old self? (very different, as you’d come to find out)

You hadn’t slept in literal days, you’d just come back from one of Nightmare’s missions, things got messy in that mission, “your husband is dead, we found him with no head” type shenanigans. 

(… the frick did I just say???? ADHD brain is wack as frick, don’t do vegetables, kids)

Your brain was confused and static-y (is that a neurodivergent thing???) and you were just done by that point

You were kinda not too trusting of him, buuuuut… his lap was comfortable, what else can I say, Your Honor?

(I was just in a silly goofy kinda mood, so I fell asleep on my mortal enemy’s lap)

His voice was relaxing, his lap cozy, the mood just right, and you were exhausted beyond belief

So what did you do?

You fell asleep

Anyways

I have no idea if any of this is coherent

When you woke up (like 16 hours later, thanks to exhaustion) you found that you were in your bed.

You, not knowing wtf just happened, are confused, of course.

Was that all a Dream? Well, Dream was involved but NO, IT WAS NOT A DREAM

HIT THE PANIC BUTTON

You have gay panic for a bit until you see the note on your bedside table

He called you mi cielito in the letter.

Mi cielito?? Depending on if you know Spanish, you may be a little confused. Means “my little sky”... what can I say, he’s a sucker for Moon, Sun, Stars, Sky, etc. motifs

Same

Alright, so…

Thankfully, unlike Nightmare, he’s probably not gonna leave dead birds outside of your doorstep

(probably)

You know, for someone that doesn’t really like cats (we all know what I’m talking about), Nightmare sure does act like one… Neko! Nightmare coming up? (I know the word “neko” just dealt +40 psychic damage to one of you out there)

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Alright, I didn’t really answer your request but I am PLANNING on making this a smol series. So like… a few parts? I just really want to get this out! :]

Cas was sorta working off of first caffeine in week, combined with not sleeping in over 24 hours.

Hope you enjoyed! Please, feel free to send as many requests as you want!

[thefandomdirtymind]

Hi! I have a request for Sanji speaking french (I have to admit I LOVE this idea of yours 🥰)

The words are: "My precious little butterfly, so innocent, so divine. Oh if only you knew... the things I want to do to you, my poor sweet maiden... they will give you nightmares, ones like you’ve never had before. A nightmare that will have you begging me not to wake you up."

I found this quote recently and it's from a book called 'Lucca' written by Sarah Brienne (Didn't knew about this book until then, perhaps I'll check it out later). I'm not sure if it's a romance novel or an erotic one but one thing is certain: Sanji (both anime and Live Action version) reading erotica in french would be DEVASTATING 🥴😩💖

Language of love Event : Sanji speak french !

A/N : Hi ! I'm so glad you like my idea and thank you for your request. After some research the book is definitely a erotic one, dark romance of what I could see. I hope you will like it and the little Sanji part I add to it.

Sanji / OPLA Masterlist and Coming Soon

The French Book

"Mon précieux petit papillon, si innocente, si divine. Oh si seulement tu savais…Les choses que je veux te faire, ma pauvre et douce jeune fille…Ça te donnerait des cauchemars, comme tu n'en a jamais eu avant. Un cauchemar duquel tu me supplierais de ne pas te réveiller. " Sanji read to you, an amused smile playing on his lips.

You were so happy to give him that book you found in the small library in town, the only French one the little place had. However you had definitively, without knowing it, brought back to him a French erotic book from your trip to the market. 

Sat at the island kitchen in front of him, your head in your hand, you smile. Hearing Sanji speak French was like a treat in your days at sea. 

" Is that good? " You asked, only catching the word divine in both languages. 

" It definitely is, merci mon coeur * " He answered from his side of the kitchen island as he continued to read. * Thank you my heart

Maybe one day he will translate it to you, or maybe he will simply show you himself what that book is about, but one thing is sure he will read it with you in mind. 

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ULTIMATE CBS MASTERPOST

(or, a general hub to answer a few questions that my followers who are here for other things that are not my passion projects might be curious about)

recently i've been really pushing hard into working on this revival project, so i thought it would be helpful to have a nice big post with links to all of my stuff inside it!

"what is care bear stars?"

care bear stars was a 2008-2009 fanime created, drawn, and animated by joshua click (known at the time as jcstars5). here's a general synopsis:

Care Bear Stars follows the story of Terry Rogers, who meets a magical anthropomorphic bear named True Heart Bear. She gives him a magical talisman, and with it, he transforms into Tender Heart Bear. Along with the other Care Bear Stars, they work to protect good feelings and love among humankind and fight the evil Professor Coldheart, alongside a rogues gallery of otherworldly foes.

for those who don't know exactly what a fanime is and what it entails, here's a good definition from TVtropes:

Fanime (a portmanteau of “fan” and “anime”) is a type of Web Animation typically created by young amateur artists that originated on YouTube around 2006, a year after the site's launch. ... In the past, many fanime were animesque cartoons based on pre-existing anime, especially Tokyo Mew Mew and other Magical Girl shows. Tracing was also common. Instead of using animation software, creators would usually draw frames in MS Paint or Photoshop and composite them in Windows Movie Maker. ... As fanime was predominately created by very young artists inexperienced in animation in the beginning, it gained a reputation for being bad. ... Following the mainstream popularity of Nyan~ Neko Sugar Girls, this type of fanime dominated the community for a long time, but creators attempting to create genuine shows still remain and the community has grown increasingly talented and creative throughout the years.

care bear stars was received pretty well for its time for fanime, receiving a decent amount of fanwork and discussions on websites like deviantArt. though it was far from the only fanime at the time with its premise, its generally considered one of the pillars of first generation fanime alongside series like elemental goddess, and stood out for having full TV length episodes (something that was unheard of at the time for fanime).

the project was cancelled in 2009 after the creator received a cease & desist letter from then (now defunct) owners of the care bear stars franchise, cookie jar group.

for a more in depth write up of my knowledge of CBS during its active period, joshua click's thoughts looking back on the series in adulthood, and where many of the VOs in the project are now, you can check out this document i've worked on and off on for 8 years

"why do you gaf?"

autism

i met some really great friends from the fanime community and now i've imprinted on this show in my mind more than any fanime that i'd ever watched

i love care bears

autism again

as a testament to said autism: here's a collection of all the care bears stars fanart i've ever found

"okay so what is care bear stars r?"

exactly what it sounds like. it's just a 1-to-1 remake of the premise, characters, etc with what i could find of the original project + what i would have done if it were me

for an in-depth (but WIP) write up of my revival, CARE BEAR STARS R, you can click here

you can also find all of my art & write-ups here , and all of my friends' fanart here , and all of the references for them here

other resources

my twitter thread that i consistently update

my tumblr tag for posting about care bear stars

the original series in chronological (series) order

thank you so much for reading!

[nowoyas]

Koi no Yokan 13: get your brain back (nishinoya yuu/reader)

First - Prev - Next - M.list - Ao3

A/N: due to yesterday's URL change, inter-chapter links are not currently working. I am in the process of fixing these, but have literally ninety-four fic posts to fix that with, most of which are linked in multiple places. the links on this post and in the new masterlist will work, but I would recommend reading on ao3 in the meantime until this note disappears.

Summary: You are brought home from the hospital to the Nishinoya household.

Warnings: blanket series warnings, mentions of/implied child abuse and neglect (non-explicit)

Words: 4500+

Noya to [name] at 23:49

Noya: [image attached. Image description: Soba as a kitten, curled up in the center of a futon. Her body forms a perfectly circular shape.]

Noya: hope everything's okay at the hospital.

Noya: here's soba stealing my futon when she was a kitten. hope she brings a little luck so you can sleep half as good as she does

Noya: might be difficult though, she's a good sleeper

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Noya to [name] at 00:01

Noya: usually i'm a good sleeper too [message not sent]

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Noya to [name] at 6:48

Noya: [image attached. Image description: Soba laying on her back in the traditional maneki-neko pose, stomach exposed with one paw up and the other curled against her chest. Her stomach is composed primarily of extreme fluff.]

Noya: a good luck soba to encourage your swift recovery

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[name] to Noya at 7:03

[name]: :)

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Noya to [name] at 7:10²⁷

Noya: [name]-san WHAT are you doing looking at your phone

Noya: the doctors said no screens! >:(

[name]: only if it asorsens my sympotoims

[name]: soba could NEVER do that tom e

[name]: sorry for yops im reading your texts and then reponsding without looking so im not using up m screntime

Noya: you're supposed to be RESTING!!!

[name]: was

[name]: yop ten worst ways to wake up

[name]: number one; forgetting to tunr off your wakeup alarm so yup get up at like six thirty in the fucking am with the worst heaxache youve had in your life and your phone screaming in your ear

[name]: tried fo r abit to get back to sleep but mostly ive just been trying to recover from the fucking wakeup alarm

Noya: oh my god

Noya: can you take phone calls? I don't wanna make your head worse

[name]: one sec

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Noya's in the gym, but practice isn't for another twenty minutes, technically, and he's not sure anyone will blame him for having his phone this morning, let alone when he answers on the first ring. At worst, he gets a raised eyebrow from Chikara, but when he speaks in a soft, worried tone, it's immediately brushed off.

"Hey, how are you feeling?"

Your voice comes through a moment later. It's strained, and he's almost certain you've been crying, but he elects not to comment. "I'm alright, but I died."

He laughs softly, scurrying outside of the gym so he has room to pace. "You're doing better, then."

"Mm. Head still hurts like hell, but I haven't had any like… major events to justify keeping me here. They'll probably let me out on time."

"That's great! Other than the alarm incident, did you sleep okay?"

"Yeah, actually." You pause. For some reason, he holds his breath. "I guess Soba helped. Thanks."

"Of course. Listen, though, Okaa-san's not budging on you staying with us, at least until you're able to return to school and stuff. She wants to know what you want for dinner tonight."

Another pause. "Karaage. Is she… I mean… is she cool?"

He nods, forgetting for a moment that you can't see him. "She is. She raised me, you know."

A soft laugh comes through, barely picking up. "She must be really cool then."

"She's got a few options for you for how we're handling everything, but I think she's gonna talk to you more about those when we pick you up from the hospital. For now, you just focus on trying to rest, alright?"

There's a voice in the background—no one he recognizes, not that he would—that he can't quite make out, just as Ryu's head pokes out of the gym to grab him.

"Practice is starting," Ryu says in a low voice. Noya nods, gestures to the phone and holds up a single finger. That's all it takes to get a nod of understanding in reply.

He waits patiently until you're done talking to the stranger—your voice pitches into a whine, all I know, I'm sorry, just let me say goodbye first, a bit muffled with a shuffling sound that makes him think you're covering the speaker with one hand.

Another shuffle, and you return to him. "Okay, sorry—"

"I have to go," the two of you say in unison.

You huff. "Are you just trying to make me feel better for leaving?"

"No. Practice is starting. Ryu just came to get me."

"…right. That was a nurse on my end. They're yelling at me for getting out of bed when I'm still unsteady. Is it just your mom coming to pick me up later?"

"I'm gonna head out early to come with her."

"Senpai…"

"Lecture me when you're not getting lectured by nurses for slipping out of bed," he replies, cheeky.

"…fine. Make sure to tell me about practice later, okay? And tell Yachi-san and Shimizu-senpai I'm sorry I'm not there to help out, but I'll be back soon. And tell Hinata I died. And—"

He cuts you off with a laugh. "I'll tell them all that. You go rest."

When the both of you hang up, he takes the time to send another picture of Soba—this one asleep, covering her face with her paws—and runs inside, tucking his phone away to join practice.

~

Noya and his mom arrive to pick you up at hour 24 on the dot, and you have never been more excited to see a soul in your life. You're checked out, brought back to Noya's. His mom doesn't say much to you on the drive back, and you regret to admit that you don't really remember much of meeting her yesterday.

Noya is the one who fills the silence for the most part—he tells you all about how practice today went, the blow-by-blow of their little scrimmages, how he started working on the thing he was telling you about yesterday.

You blink at him blankly. "I, uh… sorry, but I gotta ask. I remember almost nothing from yesterday…"

"Oh! I'll show you a video when we get back—I mean, if your head can handle a few minutes with a screen," he adds, glancing nervously at the sharp look his mom is giving him in the rear-view.

One of many restrictions: you're not allowed screens. Or reading. Or thinking. Or fun. Also, no exercise, no texting (not even without looking at the screen, your nurse had chided after you'd tried to respond to your bonus morning Soba), and basically anything involving any amount of focus. They'd had the audacity to follow that up with oh, but you'll make things worse if you rest completely without doing anything at all, so you can still do things!. In other words: 

if something hurts, don't do it

do not take painkillers for the hurt

everything hurts

doing nothing will make things worse and cause recovery to take longer

Or, in still other words: you expect to experience a complete mental breakdown by the end of the day.

You meet Noya's mom's eyes in the rear-view again. You don't remember what you said to her yesterday, but you do recognize her as the lady who runs your butcher shop of choice. You might need to start getting your meat somewhere else.

"Um," you say, voice coming out weaker than you'd like. "Thank you for all this, ma'am. I'm sorry for the trouble."

She waves one hand dismissively as she pulls into your neighborhood. "Don't even mention it, sweetheart. We'll talk more once we're inside."

"But…"

A single firm look shuts you up.

How Noya got to be the way he is with a mom like that, you'll never understand.

"Oh, that reminds me," Noya blurts suddenly. "You don't remember what happened, right?"

You shake your head. "I mostly remember stuff after it… I think? It's all kinda soup right now."

"Shouyo was trying to sync up with Suga-san. He, uh, he managed to hit a spike, but it was a little out."

"A little."

"Just a bit."

"It's kind of impressive. I mean, I knew you guys—or I guess everyone else, you being a libero and all—hit hard, but Hinata's got an arm on him to concuss me like that."

The car slows to a stop as Noya laughs. He seems to be making an effort to be quieter than normal—you appreciate the thought. "Right? Poor Yachi-san's gonna be shaking like a leaf while you're out, though."

"I'm counting on Shimizu-senpai to keep her from getting her head taken off," you reply with a solemn nod, moving to get out of the car.

Noya stops you with a firm hand. "Wait here. I got you."

"I can walk, you know—"

"If the way you got out of the hospital was any sign, not well," he says. He zips out of the car, circles around so fast that anyone else probably would have tripped. You sigh, smiling, as he opens your door for you. "C'mon, let me help you."

"Fine, fine. You're ridiculous, you know that?"

Still, you let him guide you inside, an arm supporting you at the waist. You won't lie—you are really dizzy still. He brings you into the living room, taking slow, careful steps as you pass the kitchen by. Someone's inside, cooking something, based on the sizzle from within, but Noya takes you right on past to sit across from his mom, who's still pretty staunchly silent as she watches this take place.

Out of the context of the butcher shop, she makes you deeply nervous, itching for her approval.

You blurt the first thing that comes to mind.

"I really like your shop. It's always very clean."

She cracks a smile. "Thank you, [surname]-chan. I'm glad to know that one of my regulars thinks highly of the shop."

"And the prices are really good. And you're always really nice, but it doesn't feel forced. I'm sorry that sometimes I buy too much and the meat goes bad. I always feel really guilty when that happens, like I'm insulting the animal it came from and the person I bought it from, not to mention—"

She stifles a laugh. "Honey, it's okay. I'm sorry if I'm making you nervous. To be honest, I've been thinking about your situation since I got the call yesterday, and I'm still not sure what the right thing to do is."

The words your situation send your heart straight into the deepest pits of your stomach. "Oh."

Noya's sat firmly beside you, a small comfort as your anxiety begins to spike. His mom locks eyes with him, jerking her chin toward the kitchen. "Yuu, honey, go help Mei in the kitchen."

"But, Okaa-san—"

"Go help Mei," she repeats.

You have half a mind to run out after him, half a mind to grab his sleeve and beg, Noya-senpai, don't leave me alone with her!, but you know it wouldn't do a thing. Instead, you stare at your lap, willing your bottom lip not to quiver.

"Yuu told me a little bit about your situation," she goes on to say.

That fucking phrase again.

"He didn't tell me much, and he's made clear that you don't want anyone to worry about you, or any sort of special treatment, but I want to make clear: I'm not here to upend your life or force anything on you, but you're safe here. Will you tell me what's going on at home?"

You bite your lip to remind yourself not to cry out the gate. "I'd rather not."

"That's okay. I understand that I'm more or less a stranger to you. I don't need details from you, or a life story. But—look at me—"

You look up at her, teary-eyed.

"—I need to know that if, when you're recovered enough to be left alone, I let you go home, you're going to be safe."

"O-of course!" you say, too quickly even though you're not lying. "I'm going—I'm going to be safe. Even if Otoo-san wanted to—to hurt me, he's never home to do it."

"Do you have everything you need?"

"Yes. He—he gave me a debit card to use and there's always money in the account. I mean, it hasn't declined or anything so far. And I know how to cook and grocery shop. And now that I'm managing for the volleyball club, I've gotten really good at meal prepping. Oh—can I go home sometime tonight or tomorrow? I have curry that I should freeze."

She looks at you with sad eyes. "I can't let you go by yourself, but I can come with you, or you can go with Yuu tonight. Since you'll be staying here for a few nights, we can take the chance to pick up some necessities for you, too."

"Okay. Thank you."

"We'll go after dinner."

"Okay."

"And, listen, [surname]-chan. You are always welcome here, okay? Even if it's perfectly safe at your house, even if you just want to come and play with the cat, you're welcome here."

"Okay."

She watches you another moment. When she leaves the room, she ruffles your hair.

It takes you approximately three seconds after that to break.

~

You've never been so glad to see Noya. He practically runs to your side once he's released, immediately pulling you into a warm hug. You cry into his shoulder, wind your arms around him.

"Sorry. I tried to slip back out here just in case, but Mei literally held me back. She scruffed me like a cat when I tried to leave the kitchen. You would've laughed."

You let out a wet laugh. "Wish I saw it."

"I really am sorry. I know she can be intense, but I swear it's just because she cares."

"She wasn't—she wasn't intense or anything," you admit. "Just—you've got a good mom. She really is cool."

"She is! She's great. What did she do?"

You bury your face in his shoulder in the hopes that it'll muffle your voice a bit. "Just—just motherly stuff, I guess. Asked if I'm safe. If I've got everything I need."

"You are safe at home, right?"

"Yes! I dunno why everyone thinks that—that—"

He strokes your hair as you sniffle, gives you the moment to collect yourself.

"I'm safe," you finish lamely. "I am. I don't like it when people care about me. I dunno what to do with that."

"You're gonna have to get used to that one, unfortunately. The team's worried about you, too, you know? They wouldn't start practice until I gave them the full report."

"Oh great, worry. That's even worse than caring."

"If it bothers you, you're just gonna have to work really hard at resting and accepting the help you're being given so you can get better quicker."

"Okay." You sniffle. "I'll do that."

He holds you closer, holds you until you've calmed down. Stays by your side until dinner's ready, until you're ready to face his family.

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Mei is weird compared to everyone else at the table. The whole family has showed for this dinner you've intruded on—Satsuki smiles at you when she gets home, whispers an apology when her shouted I'm home! makes you wince. Another sister—the stalker sister, Kaede, if you remember correctly—emerges from a room deeper in the house when called, paint smudged on her cheeks and hands somehow perfectly immaculate. She's lower-key than Satsuki or Noya is, but when you're all sat around the table, she launches right into some debate with Satsuki that their grandfather immediately joins in on, lively and at a lowered volume out of respect for you.

You eat in silence. You'd like to pretend that you're paying attention to whatever heated debate is going on, but it's a little hard to follow past the dull throbbing in your skull. You think maybe the crying made your headache worse.

While the others get lost in some lively conversation or another—Noya going quiet occasionally to check in with you—the sister third just sits there, like you, except you have the excuse of being an active concussion case to justify your silence. She watches you with a nervous look in her eye that doesn't seem to fade whenever you glance back at her.

You can't remember which sister Noya said gets the anxiety attacks—if he said it—but you'd be willing to bet it was Mei.

The one Soba saved.

She won't stop staring at you. On a better day, you might have more tact, but, well, the concussion, so the next time you catch her eye, you stare right back. "Why are you staring at me?"

She jolts, shoulders collapsing in on her. "Sorry. I just… you're Yuu's friend?"

"Uh, yeah." That should be obvious, but you should also be nicer.

"I'm not really, uh, I'm not great at talking to people. But he was saying we'd probably get along, and I was trying to figure out why, but you don't really talk much, so it's hard to get a read on you? But I'm not really great with strangers or anything, and… I mean… d-do you like volleyball? You're a manager in Yuu's club, right?"

A nod. "Yeah. I'm finally kind of at the point where I understand what's going on, and it's fun to watch, but I can't say I'm really good at managing or anything."

"What?" Noya interrupts. "No, you're amazing. What are you talking about?"

You raise an eyebrow. "How have you completely missed the part where I am the single least useful manager? Shimizu-senpai's amazing, Yachi-san's doing all these cool, professional-looking posters and stuff, and I show up. Which I now do not even do, on account of getting hit in the head by a stray ball like it's my first time in the gym."

"I don't wanna hear it from the only reason I passed my final exams."

"Excuse me? I didn't take the exams for you. You did that—and all the studying—yourself. So did Tanaka-senpai, before you bring him up."

"And Shouyo and Kageyama?"

"They took their own exams, too. All of you guys passed because you put in the work."

"You made like, a hundred practice exams. You sent them home after they got their grades back with detailed study schedules. Weren't you, like, adjusting their practice exams to focus on testing the things they got wrong the previous day or something, too?"

"That's nothing. That's literally just like, stuff they probably could have done online if they'd thought about it."

"But they didn't. You did. You don't get to put Yachi-san up on a pedestal just to say you're doing nothing when you factually are—"

You bat at his shoulder playfully. "I literally have a concussion, you're not allowed to argue with me until I'm better."

"Fine, I'll restart this argument the second you're back at school, then," he teases.

You hate him. (You don't.)

You return your attention to Mei. "Sorry, someone likes to fight me."

"When have I ever—"

You reach out blindly, covering his mouth with your hand and smiling at Mei. "But yeah, I don't dislike volleyball, for sure. It's good to get out of the house, and all that. What about you? What do you do?"

Her face brightens a little. "Oh, I'm actually in university! I'm taking a course to become a librarian. It's probably not all that interesting, though, so…"

You lean forward a little, smile encouragingly. When you release Noya's mouth, he has the good sense not to continue the argument. "No, tell me about it. That sounds really cool!"

Bingo. She relaxes into the conversation, starts telling you all about the stuff she's learning, how much more librarians do beyond putting books on the shelf and scanning your library cards. She has a lot to say on the subject, and you don't really follow a lot of it, but you nod encouragingly and try your best. It's not even anything complicated, she's just a little hard to understand through the pounding in your head and the fatigue settling firmly over your body.

When dinner's over, your attempts to help clean are met with no less than six stern looks. You reach for your phone thoughtlessly, which only makes your head pound harder within seconds of checking your notifications.

Right. No screens.

Fine then. You wander into the living room, where Soba greets you with a soft mrrp?.

"Hi, baby," you coo, coming to sit nearby. She's picky about when she likes to be pet, so you don't reach for her, no matter how much you want to. Instead, you sit back and watch her, pushing a cat toy her way as a peace offering. Her eyes lock on, pupils widening as she focuses on the toy.

You have her attention.

By the time Noya finds you, both you and Soba are thoroughly engrossed in her quest to fucking murder this cat toy, and you've only got one new scratch to show for it. For a moment, you can almost ignore the pounding in your head, but then you hear a dish clatter in the kitchen and for just a moment you swear to god it's a gunshot that's perfectly hit you in the forehead.

He crouches beside you, gently takes the toy to distract Soba. "Kaa-san says you wanted to run back by your place to grab some stuff and freeze your curry."

"Y-yeah," you grit out with a nod.

"I was gonna ask if you wanted to go now, but, well…" He nods to you. "You kinda look like your head's about to split open."

"'M fine," you grumble. "Let's go."

"You are actively tearing up."

"What? No I'm not—" Your hand flies to your cheek, and dammit, he's right. "…fine."

"It's okay. Kaa-san's gonna be home with you tomorrow while I'm at school, and she can take you then."

Your lip juts into a pout. "I haven't even done anything today."

"I know, I know. You got Mei to like you, though. That's something!"

"Didn't feel like I was doin' anything."

"C'mon. You can take my room, and I can get you some pajamas from Satsuki or Mei, or you can just borrow some of my clothes. But you should get some rest."

You groan as he helps you to your feet. "Please don't make me make any decisions right now."

"My clothes it is, then. Great! I was hoping you'd say that!"

He guides you down the hall and up the stairs to his bedroom.

"Where're you gonna sleep if I'm stealin' your bedroom?" you mumble.

"We already moved my futon out. This way, you're in the quietest part of the house."

"Really. Your bedroom is the quietest part of the house?" Somehow, you don't believe that for a second.

"Well, when I'm not in it, it is," he grins.

"And you completely dodged the question."

"Well, they've decided that in order to take you in until you're better, someone had to go, so… I'm so sorry, [name]-san. Remember me fondly."

You snort. "They are not kicking you out."

"They're not. My futon's getting laid out near the door so if you need something you can yell."

"Please at least sleep on the couch downstairs or something."

"Absolutely not. When I hit a thousand, I want to already be a man worth marrying you! That means being there when you're hurt!"

You huff. You don't have the energy to fight it, at any rate. "Sure, sure. You know you don't have to do much to be worth me?"

"I'm going to choose to believe you mean that you already think I'm amazing and cool and not that you're trying to put yourself down."

"Believe what you want," you sigh.

Inside his bedroom is surprisingly clean. The Nishinoya family seems to have done plenty of planning for this, so you'd be surprised if there hadn't been a crazed cleanup session to deep-clean his bedroom once they decided that was where you'd be sleeping. Some posters on the wall, one spot where a poster conspicuously used to be, based on the tack still marking the corners of a perfect rectangle in between two others. It's basically exactly what you'd expect if you deep-cleaned a teenage boy's bedroom. Noya leaves your side to rummage his drawers, returning a moment later with clothes for you.

"You're good to get changed by yourself, right? Not too dizzy or anything? I can grab Satsuki—no, bad idea—I can grab Mei if you need some help."

You shake your head. "I'll be okay. The dizzy's way better than it was this morning, 'sjust painful."

"I'll wait outside, then."

You wait for him to close the door behind him before you get changed, stumble a little in the process because you were totally downplaying how dizzy you were, but eventually get yourself into the provided t-shirt and basketball shorts. When Noya returns, he stops short in the doorway, staring at you rather openly as you tug a bit at the shirt.

You raise an eyebrow at him. His cheeks are scarlet as he stares you down.

"Are you sure I'm the one with the concussion?" you ask when you're fed up with the quiet. "You seem to be rebooting."

"Marry me," he blurts again. "I mean—sorry, bad timing probably, but—nevermind—"

"Nine hundred and—huh." You bite your lip thoughtfully, racking your brain, but the focus only makes your head pound worse. "Did you propose at all yesterday? I can't really remember."

"Oh, yeah, nine hundred and twenty times or so. I've just got twenty more to go!"

"Uh-huh. What's the actual count?"

"…nine hundred and forty to go," he admits. "Once with the morning greeting, and I got a couple out when you agreed to help me with the jump set."

"Nine thirty-nine, then," you say as he moves to lay out the futon. As he does, you watch his arms flex appreciatively. Maybe it's the concussion, but you can't quite seem to pull your eyes away. "You know. As thanks for helping me out with everything, and all that."

"Not just because I'm nice to look at?" he pouts.

"Keep dreaming, Casanova."

You allow yourself one last impulse for the night, stopping him on the way out the door. "Hey, Senpai?"

He turns just in time for you to crash into him in a hug. "Wh—"

"Thank you. Seriously. For… for not letting stuff get out with the guys. And taking care of me. And… and everything."

Noya huffs softly, arms wrapping around you in turn. "I got you. You just rest."

You don't need him to tell you twice.

Footnotes

27. Fun fact: I wrote this section by texting myself on discord each of the Reader's individual replies with my glasses off. If a particular exchange seemed too clean, I added one or two to balance it out, keeping in mind this girl is typing with the kind of headache that demands answers from the gods themselves. I like to think I did a decent job of it.

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