#operation: cat's claw

[alterrune]

Not on my watch it is not. You are not being "timed out" on such an important mission. I will not allow you to force the ColorStreak Battalion to go into this completely blind. This should fix it.

(BZZZZT!!!)

\\ERROR RESOLVED : REGIONAL AND ENVIRONMENTAL DATA COLLECTION MODULE TIMED BACK IN\\

Complications:

Monster Kelso - Just like it sounds, Kelso's become a snake-like monster and is on the loose. However unlike other Volitiles her process is reversable.

There we go. Good thing I was able to zap the module to time it back in. I wish you all good luck, ColorStreak Battalion. Albert, signing out.

CHAPTER 4, ACT 6: UPROOTED

(As it turns out, her warehouse is actually located in the outskirts of the Canadian side of Niagra Falls, which Futaba found out for us.)

(We immediately bust open the door to find...)

SON!

MOM!

(...Carol Cross, still in her cage.)

Mrs. Cross, I'll have to ask you to step back.

(Carol give Violet a nod as she uses Leadhead to shoot an electric beam that cuts a hole through the bars of the prison cell.)

Mom, you need to get out of here. We'll take things from here.

I understand, son. Goodbye, and good luck.

(Carol gives her son a hug, as I use my wheelchair to teleport her out.)

(However, the moment I do that...)

AWW...HOW NICE TO SEE YOU GOT YOUR MOTHER OUT OF THAT CAGE. TOO BAD YOU'RE ALL ABOUT TO BE TORN APART AND THEN MADE MY LUNCH!

Sweet fucking lord...

(I shake my head to snap myself out of it.)

Well, what are we standing around for? ATTACK!

(We all begin attacking Kelso, however, after a bit, Kelso grabs me out of nowhere.)

GOODBYE, MISTER NARRATOR.

WAIT NO NO WAI---

(GULP!)

[NARRATOR ROLE PASSED TO VIOLET CILANTRO WOLFSBANE]

(You cannot be fucking serious. Kelso ate Kyle...?!)

AND NOW FOR THE REST OF YOU!

Hey, Kelso! I'm still alive in here!

WAIT, WHAT?!

(HOLY SHIT! Kyle's still alive! And from the sounds of things, he's completely unharmed!)

Yeah, it'll take more than stomach acid to get rid of me. And by the way, it fucking REEKS in here! Haven't you ever heard of a breath mint?

AND HAVE YOU EVER HEARD OF BEING DIGESTED?

Kelso, I think the proper term here would actually be...

..."being vomited out".

HI-YAH!!!

(Carol, Laurence and Lily suddenly smash through the upper windows. They all begin a three-person attack on Kelso.)

(First, Carol uppercuts Kelso, knocking her down to the ground, belly up.)

THAT'S for all the pain you caused me!

(Then, Lily uses her scythe to cut some spotlights from the roof that drop down directly onto Kelso's now-exposed gut, and the hits cause her to vomit Kyle and his wheelchair out.)

Kyle, you okay?

I'm covered in puke along with my wheelchair, but other than that, yeah, I'm fine. Thanks, Lily.

(Then finally, Laurence rushes in and injects her with chemicals to turn her back into a human.)

We already know you're an inhuman monster, Kelso. You don't have to turn yourself into one to prove it.

(Kyle, you think you can narrate again?)

(Yeah, I think I can do that.)

[NARRATOR ROLE RETURNED TO KYLE MICHEAL RYAN GIBBONS]

(We all surround Kelso, who is now back to normal. I drive my wheelchair over to her, whip out a tranquilizer dart gun, and aim it at her.)

I did not enjoy that, Kelso, and I'm undoubtably going to have to take an incredibly long and incredbly thorough shower after this. Regardless, it's over. We've won. Surrender willingly or we will be forces to take non-lethal action.

(Kelso suddenly whips out a detonator from her pocket. She clicks it...and nothing happens.)

Nice fucking try. We saw your bombs earlier and disarmed all of them.

(A small explosion goes off on the catwalks, causing a piece of the catwalk to fall to the floor, and the metal roof to bend upwards.)

Shit...looks like I missed one. My bad!

(I immediately facepalm with the hand currently not holding my tranquilizer dart gun.)

(sigh...) Damnit, Alter...

At least the roof's just bent and the part of the catwalk that got blown off is still intact. I can fix that easily.

Regardless, Kelso, this is your last chance to come with us willingly.

Don't worry, I'll do it myself.

(Kelso grabs the tranquilizer dart gun I had been aiming at her, and aims it at her own head.)

If you want to try and redeem me once I'm in that holding cell of yours, be my guest. But I won't give in to you so easily.

And if I'm going out...

...I'm going out on my own terms.

(She shoots herself with the tranquilizer dart gun, causing herself to collapse onto the floor, unconsious.)

Well...that was...unexpected.

Hmmm...I think I could turn this warehouse into an R&D labratory for my Pheonix Wing PMC. What do you think, COO Lily Burnway?

I say go for it. It is a tad bit big though...is there anyone who we could share it with?

What about the Chaos Creation Center? We HAVE always wanted a Niagra Falls location.

Of course, Violet! This warehouse is big enough for both companies. Just need to put a dividing wall up and repair the damages, and we can have two facilies in one.

Let's grab Kelso and head back to base.

Agreed. After all, we have a White Diamond to formally recieve!

🎇OPERATION CAT'S CLAW COMPLETE!🎆

ACHIEVEMENT GET: Declawed ("Operation: Cat's Claw" achievement set)

BEGINNING EPILOGUE #1...

(All of us are in fancy tuxedos, as this is a formal event. Thankfully, after a very long shower, I'm ready to go.)

While the ColorStreak Battalion has already recieved their White Diamond medals, there are now three more recipients that have now earned the honors of the White Diamond: Carol Crystal Cross, and my own son and daughter; Laurence Blazerflame Burnway and Lily Ribbonrunner Burnway. It is my absolute honor to bestow these awards to you three.

Now then, I would like Kyle Micheal Ryan Gibbons, the man who created this world of ours, to give a speech on behalf of all the award winners here, including himself. Kyle, if you please.

(I drive my wheelchair up to the podium, and begin talking.)

Thank you all for this absolutely amazing honor. When I first made this story, I never thought I'd ever be a part of it myself. Sure, I had connections through a projected screen to the Cross Cousins, but I never thought I'd ever see them in person, let alone fight alongside them. But I'm going on 4 years of doing this. And I don't see myself ever stopping.

Now for some special thanks:

Alter, Violet, Henry, and Ellie: you four are absolutely amazing people, and I'm glad to fight alongside you as the ColorStreak Battalion.

Laurence and Lily: You two are amazing assists whenever we need them. I'm glad I was able to help Laurence see the light that fateful day and show him that he has people that he can trust, including Kynn Libitina Lee, or, as she's now known as, the reincarnated Lily Ribbonrunner Burnway.

The former Blackjack members, including Joe Sutton, Eric Hooper and Samantha Carracosta: Your work for not only GEOGRAM, but for the CSB, is absolutely amazing. And the fact you all have actual superpowers now is not something to be taken lightly.

And, of course, to the people outside of the game world who keep helping all of us through tight spots and/or are just genuinely delightful people to have as allies to this crazy adventure of mine: @flowerbarrel/@flowerbarrel-art, @johnlocsin-johnyakuza, @bonedgem, @meowy2, @ending-the-cycle-ask/@melonsalts, @hackanon, @hollow-henry-official, and @violetthunderstorm. Y'all are amazing, truly.

Now, repeat after me!

NEVER SURRENDER!

NEVER SURRENDER!

(The audience begins cheering for all of us directly after chanting that.)

Thank you all for the honors! I hope to see you on the battlefield!

(I drive off the podium, having finished my speech...however, I quickly do a U-turn as I realized I forgot some names.)

Oh, and I almost forgot to mention: Let's not forget former Blackjack Members Colin Maira, alongside husband and wife Olivia and Andrew Samsa! They all fought well and hard!

Sorry, I legitimately forgot their names for a second. They're out of the building right now for reasons they didn't specify, and, as such, couldn't make it to the cermony. I would've mentioned them along with the others if they had been here.

Thank you for being amazing! Now, back to Aaron.

Oh that explains it. I was wondering why you forgot to mention them.

Adam! SHH!

(As the audience laughs at Adam's sudden intrusion, I drive off the podium and over to the others.)

Hey, wanna head back to Niagra Falls? Clifton Hill's a-waiting!

(Alter quickly finishes the champagne he poured into his "What in the Kentucky fried fuck" mug, and nods his head "yes" excitedly.)

Yes. So much yes. I was hoping you'd ask us that.

Beam us up, Scottie...I mean, Kyle!

(I let out a chuckle at Vi's joke.)

No need to tell me twice, guys! Let's get going!

(I aim the teleportation for Niagara Falls' Clifton Hill area, and immediately teleport us there for an amazingly fun celebration for a job well-done.)

END OF EPILOGUE #1

BEGINNING EPILOGUE #2...

(Malice Lily is currently outside in the freezing cold of Siberian Russia, wearing her rabbit mask to ensure nobody sees her face.)

Is my castle ready yet?

(Thomas Tanker, now wearing a bulky, yet ornate suit of armor that has been enchanted by Malice Lily's malice magic, bows at the evil Malice Lily's feet.)

Yes, o great Malice Lily. It has finally been completed.

(Malice Lily grabs Thomas' head and begins caressing it in a sultry manner.)

Now, now, General. You know that I don't like that "o great" thing added before my name. I know you're only calling me that because that's what the mind control defaults to, but I told you already, it's "my dearest". Don't worry, sweetheart, I won't punish you for that, as it was entirely my fault this time. I simply forgot to tell you about that whole "my dearest" thing. Just remember: refer to me as "my dearest Malice Lily" from now on, okay? And by the way, tell the underlings to refer to me as the same so they don't make the same mistake that you did. Thank you.

Of course, my dearest Malice Lily.

(Thomas walks Lily into the the ornate castle, and directly onto her throne. She tosses her mask off immediately sits down onto it, as the queen of her castle/stronghold.)

Before I leave, my dearest Malice Lily, I would like to say we found another person from beyond this realm. He had accidentally hopped into this world in a hallucinatory daze.

GUARDS! Bring this otherworldly man to me!

(Two guards wearing medival suits of malice-magic enhanced armor bring in the Laurence Burnway from "What if Laurence Burnway won Operation: Prowling Spider?". His eyes widen when he sees the sight before him.)

Lily?! What the hell is going on here?

I'm not the same Lily from your world. And this is neither my world nor yours.

Well, what the hell do you want with me, then?

You killed the ColorStreak Battalion of your world, correct?

Yes. Even their creator, Kyle Gibbons, fell to me. But ever since I destroyed GEOGRAM and killed my father, I've had some...terrifying hallucinations. I've actually been diagnosed with schizophrenia, in fact. Had to take some medication to stop those damned voices and hallucinations from pestering me. I know they're fake, but that doesn't stop them from constantly showing up.

Well. How about I go ahead and cure your schizophrenia?

(Malice Lily zaps the alternate Laurence, and he suddenly looks at Lily with clarity he didn't have before.)

No fucking way...the voices and the hallucinations are all gone! OH MY GOD I'M ACTUALLY CURED!

(The alternate Laurence gives Malice Lily a hand, motioning for her to shake it.)

If you want me to help you kill this world's ColorStreak Battalion, then you bet your ass I'm going to after you straight up CURED me of my schizophrenia. Do we have a deal?

Almost. We cannot simply continue calling you "Alternate Laurence". What would you like to be called, dear brother? Mind you, you cannot use "Malice" as your name, as that name is mine and mine alone.

(Laurence puts his hand to his chin in thought. After a few moments, a lightbulb goes off in his head. He killed the CSB, the Toppats, the Government, and even GEOGRAM in his world. He killed all of them. KILLED. The word is right there! As such, he immediately decides on a name...)

"Killer Laurence". That's what you can call me.

"Killer"...simplistic, yet brutal and to-the-point. I can most certainly work with that. We have a deal, dear brother...actually, come to think of it, you're not really MY brother, are you, Killer Laurence? Well then, allow me to rephrase my statement: We have a deal, my accomplice.

(Malice Lily and Killer Laurence shake on it. Malice Lily then gives him a new outfit with another malice magic spell.)

Oh my god...Now THIS is an outfit I can get behind.

(Killer Laurence is now wearing a jet-black leather jacket with a black long-sleeved sport shirt, a pair of jet-black leather pants, black socks with black spiked cleats, black leather gloves, and a Ghostface mask that has black skin and white eye and mouthholes [an inversion of the actual Ghostface mask colors].)

Leather is a good choice of wear for when you're enacting a murder plot. Easy to wash the blood off of it.

If you have need of any weapons when going outside of the castle for reconnaissance work, then you may go ahead and take whatever you may need for it, my accomplice. You now have my full permission to do so. Together, the two of us shall crush the ColorStreak Battalion!

Don't worry. I already killed 'em once, so you bet your ass I can kill 'em again.

(The deal has been made, and while Malice Lily is still the head of the show, Killer Laurence is now her right-hand man. Looks like we now have two alternate timeline lunatics to watch out for.)

END OF EPILOGUE #2

END OF EPILOGUES...

[amplexadversary]

[squshymarsh]

DcxDp prompt #7

Dragon danny (there’s art too)

Danny comes to possess an amulet like Dorothea’s. Unfortunately, dragon blood comes from his fathers side of the family and being half ghost and in possession of the magic amulet reignites the dormant dragon blood in him turning him into a very real, very half dead dragon.

Right in front of his family.

Even taking off the amulet doesn’t reverse it.

Unfortunately now being both human, ghost and a dragon sets his emotions off which then make his powers go haywire.

Danny fears their reaction and flees into the ghost zone. Only for his powers to get stronger there and for the realms themselves to spit him out into the first dimension that could handle him.

He lands in Gotham, disoriented, lost and afraid. Of course it’s not Gotham unless someone nefarious gets their hands on him.

Months later a new drug hits the market called dragons fury. It enhances a person's magical capabilities and carries a great high but comes with many unpredictable and volatile drawbacks.

Batman and Robin team up with Constantine after finding out that the drug is made with actual dragon's blood. Given the fact that a dragon hasn’t been spotted in the world in a few centuries and each one that had is very powerful. It shouldnt be in drug dealers hands, even if it’s just the blood and not an actual dragon.

Batman and John are speaking to Commissioner Gordon one night while Robin(Damien) patrols close by. Damien comes apon a drug deal and goes to intercept when he notices the target drug being exchanged. Unfortunately the dealer in a magic user and knocks Damien out. Instead of being smart and leaving the user takes Damien back to where they are operating thinking they can use him as leverage.

Damien is somewhat awake by the time he’s being dragged inside a forgotten building and the arguing about what to do with him begins. He can’t get his body to move just yet due to what the magic user used on him and he’s only barely starting to get his feeling back when the group decides what to do with him.

They decided to feed him to the dragon. Confirming the existence of an actual dragon.

Damien is tossed into a concrete cell in the basement of the building. It’s dark and he can’t move to turn on night vision in his mask. yet he can just make out the shape of the walls and the door and the man standing in the way of the dim light coming from the hall behind him. Shadows cover the man’s face obscuring his identity.

The dark and shadows don’t conceal the sound of snapping leather or deep bellowing growls. The sound like a crocodile bellowing mixed with the vicious snarl of a big predatory cat.

From the ceiling drops a dark mass. Body fluid yet coiled and stiff, ready to snap and attack. Not at the prone body laying behind it but the much larger one standing at the door. Teeth barred and poised to attack. Leathery wings spread as far as they could in the tiny cell.

The door slams shut when the long and fluid body lunges. Leaving the beast to slam its weight against it, clawing and snarling before settling with a snort of air. Folding its large wings behind its long body.

It’s hard to see now with the room in almost complete darkness. Light coming through the cracks between the door and its clawed at and scratched frame. That darkness does nothing to hide when the animal turns its attention to Damien.

Wide, toxic green eyes with vertical pupils land on him, if the magic wasn’t still freezing him then those dangerous eyes may have.

Its body moves like a ribbon flowing through the wind. Fluid, smooth and elegant. Scales darker than the room are nestled in fur equally as dark, only broken up by a mane of shockingly white fur that trails down its long neck, between alternating shoulder blades and down the dragon's long body, ending in a puff of fur at the end of its whip-like tail.

It stops in front of Damien lowering its narrow head close to his. Cold breath ghosts over him along with strong whiskers.

Dangerously close yet it doesn’t attack. Instead the dragon seems to check him over for a moment before settling next to him. Putting itself between Damien and the door.

The dragon wasn’t going to attack him it seemed, now all he had to do was wait till he could move so he can escape with his newly acquired friend.

[kashverse]

kunafamily lore masterlist ☆ a good place to start reading if you want to fill in some lore gaps! 

competition is important. it builds character. it fosters ambition. it fuels the soul with the sweet, unrelenting drive to win. and for the sukuna household, competition took the form of a daily war—a battle waged between a father and his daughter, where the ultimate prize was the privilege, the honor, the right to wish you good morning first.

sukuna, being the supreme strategist that he was, played it smart. he had an advantage, after all. he woke up early, hit the gym before the sun even thought about rising, and returned home just in time to catch you in the kitchen, where he could saunter up and drop the first morning greeting before his pint-sized opponent even rolled out of bed.

today was no different. he could already see you by the counter, tea in hand, your hair still messy from sleep. perfect. the moment was his.

he smirked. “mornin’, babe—”

then he heard it.

a rumble. deep. foreboding. a sound that struck the soul with a primal sense of dread.

from the hallway emerged the general of the opposition—mr. pickles, in all his aged, majestic, maine coon glory. his fur bristled like a battle-worn lion’s mane, his tail swishing with terrifying precision. and behind him, following in lockstep, was his tiny, formidable apprentice—babykuna, determination burning in her little eyes.

sukuna barely had time to process before he saw it.

baby. airborne.

yes. flung. like a living, breathing projectile, claws extended, hurtling toward his unsuspecting face.

“ABORT—”

too late. impact.

sukuna shrieked, staggering back as baby latched onto him like a rabid gremlin, paws swiping at his face, claws digging into his skin as if enacting some ancient feline vengeance. “you little—get OFF, you hairy demon—”

and amidst the chaos, babykuna, the true mastermind of this operation, elegantly twirled past his flailing form, reached your side, and placed her tiny hands on your arm. “good morning, mama,” she said sweetly, blinking up at you.

you smiled. “good morning, baby.”

victory.

sukuna, meanwhile, was busy peeling baby off his face, muttering curses under his breath. he looked at his daughter, utterly betrayed. “you little snake. you used the damn cat as a weapon.”

babykuna giggled, holding up one tiny finger. “papa zero. me, one.”

mr. pickles sat beside her, victorious, licking a paw with all the smugness of an undefeated war general. competition was important, after all. and sukuna, for all his strength and cunning, had lost.

[sparrows4bats]

I believe in Disney Princess Damian supremacy. I believe in a boy who loves nature so much it loves him back just as fiercely.

Odyspenelope on ao3 wrote a one shot and it has occupied my every waking thought since. The Al ghul are eco terrorists, the boy loves the world and I need that influence and core belief to filter into more of his actions.

Give me a Damian that when he came to Gotham, was horrified at the state of local animals and ecosystems and since his father will not allow him to punish every abuser or ceo who destroys the environment like they deserve, He will work to fix their mistakes. Fulfil both his parents' legacies at once by making this city better for all living creatures, not just people.

Give me a damian who, after causing so much pain, learnt unconditional love and forgiveness from Goliath, the bats in the cave, and Titus. Let him learn how to spread it to other animals and eventually people.

Give me a Damian who feeds every stray he comes across no matter the species to the point Alfred sows him extra pockets in his robin uniform and civilian coats for the food. Some are big enough to hold cats and injured birds safely during fights.

Damian brings home and fosters any animal he can hide from Bruce. The largest so far has been a horse he liberated from a neglectful carriage driver in Gotham Park. (Father caught Goliath within three days so it doesn't count.)

After batcow arrives, it becomes easier because when she is not in the cave, Bruce doesn't look in her Barn. The Barn becomes his base of animal and plant rescue operations. With the help of Alfred and a very amused Oracle (she found out after watching Damian on traffic cams with dozens of cats following him around like adoring fans), it grows larger and more extreme.

He creates relationships with every no kill shelter in the city and most decent veterinarians. The network becomes helpful in finding good homes for the animals he rescues and blacklisting bad owners.

Anyone found abusing an animal lives in fear of katanas. They hear soft words to puppies and cats after they have been brutally incapacitated.

He investigates companies with harmful environmental practices and passes any information he has onto Oracle to deal with. (For particularly bad offenders, he let's poison Ivy deal with them)

He carries around wild flower seed balls and puts money into local parks and nature reserves. The harbour is his next big project. ( There's so much he could do with an oyster and seaweed farm for biological filtration and detoxification of the water.)

He just never expects Gothams animals to protect him aswell.

He rescues an army of pigeons who attack a mugger after they gets a lucky shot in and get Damian in the throat. The birds descend in a fury. The mugger is so terrified he gives up before Damian can get him back for the throat punch.

The cats are next. Clawing and Biting human traffickers. Bruce assumes Silena did it, but Damian (who has twisted his ankle in the fight) knows.

It's only after a raccoon starts handing him back batarangs that he's thrown that he decides to try cultivating this behaviour on purpose.

Jon, who he goes to for animal husbandry advice and later training tips, thinks this is the funniest thing to happen ever. (Once he knows the amount of work Damian does for so many animals, he starts to fall a little in love with the boy who has birds happily making a home in his hair and only truly smiles at his strays.)

It's not long until every criminal begins to fear the sound of wings in alleys and claws on cement. You never know which stray is one of Robins.

The batfamily only realise what's going on when Damian is kidnapped and is rescued by a pack of stray dogs somehow. Each has a robin themed collar. Dick thinks it's the cutest thing in the universe, and Bruce gives him funds directly to increase the size of his operation. (After he freaks out about Damian being so much like Talia and how could he be this blind to what's going on in his house. He rescued hundreds of animals??? How??)

Robins Strays now includes exotic birds, a tiger, a couple of goats, a deer, and hundreds of rats and mice, each trained to gather information and retrieve lost and missing items during investigations.

Ivy, Harley, and Silena have dubbed him a Siren and give him any animals or environment related cases they can't personally handle. (Damian adores them, especially after meeting Harleys hyenas)

Gotham adores Robin and knows never to hurt an animal with an R on it or any animal, really. They make plushies of Goliath when he is introduced to the public after an arkham asylum breakout. (Bruce gave up on trying to get the animals to stop fighting crime. It's as useless as trying to stop his children.)

Jon eventually asks Damian out while they are bottle feeding newborn kittens in the barn under the watchful eyes of two dragons and a zoos' worth of pets.

He gets shovel talked by Silena and Ivy first. It's terrifying.

[sh4nksslvt]

shanks x reader with a cat-like or cat based zoan devil fruit?

sounds cool www

Claws, Cuddles, and Catnip Chaos

Shanks will do anything to win over the crew’s mischievous cat-like Devil Fruit user—even if it means competing with Benn and surviving a sneak-attack nap.

shanks x reader | ONE SHOT tags: fluff, sfw, light romance, nap cuddles, clingy antics, catnip a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only, so expect this ff a bit cringe, akward, and confusing word count: 991

masterlist | ko-fi

: 𓏲🐋 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖✩࿐࿔ 🌊

There were exactly three things the Red-Haired Pirates learned about you very quickly:

You were a certified menace in a cat’s body.

You had zero respect for personal space—unless it was Shanks’s.

You absolutely, unapologetically favored Benn Beckman.

"She purrs for you, Benn?! I've fed her, I've scratched her ears, I even gave her that weird fish jerky from Dressrosa!"

Shanks was sulking—again—as you laid sprawled across Benn’s lap like a lazy feline sunbathing, flicking your tail with royal indifference while he casually stroked between your ears.

“She lets me pet her when she’s in a good mood,” Benn replied calmly, taking a drag of his cigar. “Maybe try not throwing her off your shoulder when she lands there mid-meeting.”

“She knocked over seven mugs in ten seconds!”

“I was clearing the table for snacks,” you muttered, not opening your eyes.

“You yeeted a map. Into the ocean.”

You rolled onto your back, belly up, tail flicking toward Benn’s arm. “Benny understands me. Right, Benny?”

Benn chuckled, slow and satisfied. “You’re a little gremlin, but you’re my gremlin.”

Shanks practically burst into flames from jealousy. “That’s MY gremlin!”

"Ownership implies consent," you said, still not moving.

“You SLEPT ON HIS DESK FOR THREE HOURS!”

“I was asserting dominance.”

Shanks’s eye twitched.

Flashback: The “Desk Incident”

You’d sauntered into the war room mid-strategy meeting, tail high, whiskers twitching with curiosity. No one questioned it. You did this all the time.

Except this time, instead of knocking over a globe or licking a compass like a weirdo, you simply walked across the table, plopped down on Benn’s open map, and curled up into a ball.

Then you snored.

For three hours.

Shanks tried to nudge you off gently at first.

You bit him.

When Benn reached over and scratched your chin, you purred like a motorboat and flopped onto your side.

"Traitor," Shanks muttered.

Back to the Present

"Alright, that's it," Shanks declared, standing on a barrel dramatically. "From now on, I'm enacting Operation: Make Cat Fall in Love with Me."

Benn raised an eyebrow. "That’s the name you’re going with?"

"YES," Shanks snapped. "Step one: catnip. Step two: fish. Step three: ultimate snuggles."

"She’ll see right through it," Benn said, but he was smirking.

You stretched and yawned loudly. “I can hear you, you know.”

“I’m not hiding it!” Shanks declared. “I’m wooing you.”

“Woo me and you die.”

“You’re saying that now,” he said, pointing dramatically. “But just wait.”

Operation: Catastrophic Success

Step one was—predictably—catnip.

You were wise to his games this time, narrowing your eyes at the sprig he dangled like a bribe.

“I’m not falling for it again.”

“Come on,” Shanks wheedled. “Just a sniff.”

“Nope.”

Shanks leaned in, holding it under your nose like a shady merchant. “High-quality, imported, no sticks.”

You hissed and batted it out of his hand.

Then you lunged and stuffed it in your shirt.

“…I said I wasn’t falling for it, not that I was above stealing it.”

Shanks blinked. “...Fair.”

Step Two: Fish Diplomacy

Shanks cooked. Personally.

The crew avoided the galley like it was on fire.

When you walked in, the smell of something vaguely edible reached your nose. Shanks stood with a crooked smile, apron inside out, face smudged with flour, and a suspiciously burnt fish in hand.

“For you.”

You sniffed it.

You stared.

“Did… did you use rum instead of oil?”

“I panicked!”

You padded over to Benn and took the jerky he always kept in his coat pocket.

Shanks’s soul left his body.

Step Three: Ultimate Snuggles

It happened completely by accident.

You were curled up on your usual sunspot near the helm, tail twitching softly as the Red Force cut through calm seas. You’d been lounging near Benn earlier, of course, but he’d gone to smoke and you felt… restless.

The sun was warm.

The wind was soft.

Shanks was lying in the hammock like a lounging idiot, one leg up, book on his face, softly snoring.

And for some reason, your legs just walked over. Your ears twitched. Your instincts went haywire.

And before you could even think, you leapt into the hammock like a heat-seeking missile and curled up on his chest.

Shanks woke with a loud OOF.

He froze.

He blinked up through his book… and found you, kneading his chest absentmindedly, eyes already half-lidded, clearly ready for a nap.

“Wha…”

“Shh,” you mumbled. “You’re warm. Good pillow.”

He nearly died on the spot.

She’s on me, he thought. She chose ME. Over Benn.

He let his arm slowly wrap around you like he was defusing a bomb. Then he just laid there, stiff as a board, trying not to breathe too loudly.

When Benn walked by and raised a brow, Shanks grinned like a victorious maniac.

“She came to me,” he mouthed.

Benn just puffed his cigar and said, “Try not to scare her off.”

“She’s purring,” Shanks whispered smugly. “She likes me now.”

“I give it five minutes before she sneezes and claws your face.”

Five Minutes Later

You sneezed violently.

Your claws came out.

“OH GOD MY NIPPLE.”

Later That Night

You sat on the railing, brushing your tail as the moonlight washed over the deck. Shanks sat nearby, nursing his dignity and some scratch marks under his shirt.

“…Still worth it,” he mumbled.

You side-eyed him. “You’re a masochist.”

“I like a challenge.”

You flicked his forehead with your tail. “You’re annoying.”

He grinned. “But you like me.”

“…No comment.”

You hopped off the rail and stretched. Then, casually, you flopped down and laid your head in his lap.

He froze again.

“…Are you trying to kill me with happiness?”

You yawned. “You’re comfy. Better than your fish, that’s for sure.”

He beamed.

“You like me more than Benn?”

“Don’t push it.”

“But—”

You shot him a glare. “I will go scratch his beard and nap in his bunk again.”

Shanks shut up real fast.

“…I’ll take the win.”

[ronearoundblindly]

'Babygirl'

Steve Rogers x shapeshifter!Reader (platonic Bucky Barnes x Alpine!Reader)

part of Companion Animal (see previous or series)

Summary: You get possessive while watching Sharon flirt with Steve.

Warnings for being short, bit of teasing Steve, but nothing else. WC 638

He’s not into you. Move on.

Steve arrived at Bucky’s with a ‘friend’ tonight. She was sweet enough, at first, but now she’s really making you mad. ‘Sharon’ won’t stop flirting with Steve, who seems especially uncomfortable when her hand brushes down the length of his back.

Steve’s neck tenses slightly as she whispers something in his ear. His body stiffens each time she laughs and rests her head on his shoulder. He does not move his hand over hers once she lays hers on his thigh to lean forward in conversation.

She leaves it there.

Her hand, just sitting there, on Steve’s lap, and he’s clearly not into it.

You hop onto the coffee table and swat at Sharon’s hand before she suddenly moves to touch you.

“Awww, Steve, look. I think she’s jealous of us,” she coos.

Sharon flips to scratch at your cheek, which feels good, then she says exactly the wrong thing.

“Don’t worry, babygirl. He’ll still be around to pet you.”

No one��no one—calls you that but Steve.

Your fangs are out instantly, claws spread on both front feet as one raises into the air, and both Steve and Bucky pounce to stop you. Sharon, however, is the fastest to grab the scruff behind your neck and lift you to arm’s length.

“No, Alpine, we don’t attack friends,” Bucky soothes.

“Bad kitty,” Steve bites from behind bared teeth. “Stop that.”

You fall limp in Agent 13’s hold, eyes wide and questioning to the handsome blond man whose honor you were protecting, but after a moment of silence, Bucky cracks up, doubled over with near tears in his eyes.

Sharon breaks next, gently placing you in Steve’s lap as he settles back onto the couch, a dejected look on his face.

You don’t understand. You think they are laughing at you, so you growl in annoyance.

“Well, at least somebody bought it,” Sharon chides Steve. “Can’t say your performance will work on anybody else.”

“The point is for the mark to believe you two are a couple, punk. I barely believe you’re friends. You look so uncomfortable.” Bucky shakes his head, sweeping over your haunches before returning to his seat.

Sharon scratches your butt, and your head whips around to give her the stink eye from behind the tucked forearm of Steve. She smiles, almost proud of your fighting spirit.

“Don’t worry,” she loudly whispers to you. “We’ve kissed before, and let me tell you, there is nothing there.”

“Hey,” Steve grumps, “it wasn’t that bad.”

Bucky makes a face. “He…tried. Gonna have to try a hell of a lot harder to convince a new gang in Madripoor—“

“I know, but it’s not really me, is it?” Steve pulls you a little closer, holds you a little tighter in his defense.

“The photostatic veil cannot make you a believable boyfriend just like it cannot make you a good dancer,” Bucky points out.

“Woah, now,” Sharon chuckles, “baby steps. Literally. Rogers has two left feet.”

Steve looks down at you gazing up at his handsome face. “Alpine has faith in me,” he mutters.

“We’ll have faith in you after you practice. Put down your real girlfriend and come dance with your fake girlfriend so we don’t all die in two days!”

He just buries his fingers in your fur, talking about how soft you are in hushed tones. You don’t like how stressed Steve looks, and you wedge your face into the crook of his elbow in an effort to console him.

Bucky clears his throat.

“No, you may not take my cat into a sting operation—” he stretches his arms toward you to take over “—not until she’s had some training at least.”

“Absolutely,” Sharon bursts. “Train her up! Bring her everywhere—that’s safe—because I like her. She’s feisty.”

[Next Part: Outing]

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[dandelionsresilience]

Dandelion News - February 1-7

(sorry it’s late, I’ve had pneumonia. between fever and meds, today was the first day in over a week I could even think)

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1. These solar streetlights can withstand Category 5 hurricanes

“[The solar-powered streetlights] can identify potential problems before an outage occurs, identify current outages without the need for customer reporting, and allow for remote control of brightness settings. The streetlights are built to remain operational even during widespread power outages.”

2. 15 Democratic state AGs stand by gender-affirming care

“"Federal funding to institutions that provide gender-affirming care continues to be available, irrespective of President Trump’s recent Executive Order," the attorneys general say. […] “Health care decisions should be made by patients, families, and doctors, not by a politician trying to use his power to restrict your freedoms.”

3. India doubles tiger population in a decade

“[India has protected] the big cats from poaching and habitat loss, ensuring they have enough prey, reducing human-wildlife conflict, and increasing living standards for communities near tiger areas.”

4. A North Carolina wildlife crossing will save people. Can it save the last wild red wolves too?

“There are thought to be fewer than 20 red wolves left in the wild[…. S]tate agencies and nonprofit groups [plan to] rebuild a 2.5-mile section of the highway with fencing and a series of culverts, or small underpasses, to allow red wolves – as well as black bears, white-tailed deer and other animals – to pass safely underneath traffic.”

5. Merrimack Valley public transit system will keep bus fares free

“[… C]ollecting fares [used to] cost MeVa about $300,000 a year to maintain fare boxes, pay staffers and afford insurance. Since going fare free in 2022, the report found ridership increased 60% from pre-pandemic levels[….] The program is now funded by state allocated funds, including money from the so called “millionaire’s tax.””

6. Health care is key for youths getting out of prison. A new law helps them get it

“[The new law] requires all states to provide medical and dental screenings to Medicaid- and CHIP-eligible youths 30 days before or immediately after they leave a correctional facility. Youths must continue to receive case management services for 30 days after their release.”

7. World’s smallest otter makes comeback in Nepal after 185 years

“Scientists have for the first time in 185 years confirmed the presence of the Asian small-clawed otter in Nepal[….] The last time the […] the smallest of the world’s 13 known otter species, was recorded by scientists in Nepal was in 1839.”

8. B.C.'s smallest First Nation has big plans for a 'stewardship' economy

“The Kwiakah Centre of Excellence will be the base for a dedicated research station, an experimental kelp farm, the nation’s regenerative forestry operations and its territorial Indigenous guardian, or Forest Keepers, program[…. R]esults will include a 100-year management plan that integrates climate, salmon, kelp, and soil research to protect territorial waters and remaining old growth forests.”

9. Glades County schools deploy 13 new Blue Bird electric school buses

“The students at the Glades County school district will directly benefit from the cleaner, quieter rides, and operational cost savings that electric school buses provide[, as well as] the addition of much-needed air conditioning in the new school buses. Until now, only three buses in the district provided air conditioning[….]”

10. e.l.f. Beauty CEO defends DEI: 'Our diversity is a key competitive advantage'

“The cosmetics company recently held that it would not nix its DEI initiatives[….] "Our mission is to make the best of beauty accessible to every eye, lip and face," [CEO] Amin said. "One of the best ways we know how to live that mission is to have an employee base that reflects the community that we serve."”

January 22-28 news here | (all credit for images and written material can be found at the source linked; I don’t claim credit for anything but curating.)

[avi-mation]

on my hands and knees pleas eplease i wanna hear more about your roomies headcanons PLS

Omg! Alright, I have so many thoughts about them, here are some of them :>

My Secret Life Roomies Headcanons

Etho is a part fox, Grian is pure avian, and Cleo is a zombie necromancer who keeps her body alive through constant repair. 

After Etho’s Weeping Angel task, Grian subconsciously avoids looking directly at Etho. He refuses to be responsible for hindering his ally and friend. After Cleo notices the pattern in his behavior, she grabs both boys to set the record straight.

Grian has chronic pain in his back and wings. After his first death to a Wither, the process of healing from the completed task and withering from the shot in his back damaged his body so badly that not even respawn could fully fix it. Occasionally, withering effects do reappear on his feathers and decay them.

Cleo is a necromancer, they can make parts of the living organism work or regrow. That is how she keeps her body working.  She would use her power and skill to regrow Grian's withered feathers.

Grian has a habit of falling asleep if his head is covered by something. Cleo discovered it when Grian was becoming frantic and she grabbed one of Etho’s spare jackets and wrapped it around the avian. He stilled and stopped causing a stir. After a couple of moments of stillness, Cleo discovered Grian snoozing. 

Cleo likes to prepare meals, so Etho and Grian are responsible for bringing back the goods she needs. The only difference is where Etho brings ingredients back as a normal person, Grian chooses to become a lil feral guy and hunts it down himself, claws out. The prey ends up being brought home in the same manner as a house cat brings back a caught mouse, bloody and super proud. (Cleo still appreciates the effort)

Both Etho and Cleo operate based on ‘’if said so, it applies until further verbal notice’’, so when they welcomed Grian into their team, for them it was obvious that Grian belonged. Not to Grian tho. In the beginning, he had to make sure to provide for his new alliance, because, in his head, he was more likely to be dropped if he wasn't useful. That belief started to crack one night when sleepy Etho grabbed him before he could leave, and dragged him to their shared bed to cuddle.

Only Grian, being a winner, fully remembers past games, but Etho, even if not knowing fully why, feels a kinship with the lonesome avian, who at some point, gifted him a sword.

After Cleo wins Real Life, and gets blasted with the memories of past games, she doesn't waste any time to pull her roomie in a suffocating hug.

Roomies is THE alliance born from a genuine want for companionship.

[alterrune]

...unfortunately, that loud crashing sound is Kelso grabbing Phantom 1 mid-teleportation and smashing him into a set of lab equipment.)

YOU'RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE, MOTHERFUCKER.

Kelso, please, watch the suit! I just dry-cleaned it, you know.

LISTEN TO ME AND LISTEN TO ME GOOD, PHANTOM 1. TELL MY FATHER THAT IF HE HATES ME, FINE. I'LL DO HIS JOB FOR HIM. I WILL RIP THOSE FIVE FUCKING IDIOTS IN HALF AND WATCH THEM BLEED OUT ONTO THE FLOOR. IT'LL BE EASY, LIKE BREAKING A FUCKING TOOTHPICK. I'LL FINALLY TAKE THOSE CONDECENDING SONS OF BITCHES DOWN MYSELF.

AND WOULD YOU JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY? I WOULD CALL YOU BY YOUR REAL NAME TO INTIMIDATE YOU, BUT UNFORTUNATELY, YOU DON'T SEEM TO HAVE ONE!

Of course I do, my dear Kelso. You've been calling me by it the whole time.

WAIT...YOU'RE TELLING ME THAT YOUR REAL NAME IS ACTUALLY "PHANTOM ONE"?

Of course it is! I'm gobsmacked you hadn't realized that earlier! I had it legally changed to that a long time ago. I've since destroyed any and all documents that had that blasted old name of mine printed out onto them, and tragically, all the people that knew my name have all since died in the line of duty.

ALRIGHT, I GET THE FUCKING PICTURE ALREADY. NOW GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY SIGHT SO I CAN HAVE SOME PEACE AND QUIET FOR ONCE.

Gladly, you brute. Hmph!

(Phantom One teleports away, scoffing at what Kelso has become.)

(ahem) I hope you realize that you're calling ME a bitch when you say that, Kelso!

OH SHUT THE FUCK UP, CROSS. THIS IS WHAT I WAS WAITING FOR THIS ENTIRE TIME. THE CSB, THE TOPPATS AND GEOGRAM. ALL GETTING TORN TO SHREDS. ISN'T IT ABSOLUTELY CATHARTIC? ACTUALLY, I GUESS IT'D BE MORE "CHAOTIC" FOR YOU, HUH?

What's your endgame here, Kelso?

IF THE CSB IS LUCKY AND DEFEATS ME AND SURVIVES MY ONSLAUGHT, YOU'RE FREE TO GO.

And if they lose?

(Kelso opens her now-monsterous jaw at Carol.)

YOU AND THE REST OF THEM ARE LUNCH.

(Kelso then snaps her jaw shut.)

You...you'd actually EAT me?!

HEY, MAINTAINING THIS FORM TAKES A LOT OF ENERGY. YOU'D BE SURPRISED AT WHAT I'M WILLING TO EAT RIGHT NOW TO MAINTAIN IT.

Dutly noted.

(Kelso walks to the other end of the warehouse, as her Vipers begin bringing in an entire farm's worth of live animals for Kelso to eat, just to ensure she doesn't black out in her monstrous form.)

Good luck, ColorStreak Battalion. You'll need all the luck you can get.

[lexawritex]

light

student!karina x studentfem!reader

warning: angst, death, blood, accident, car crash

the bell rang loudly, indicating the end of classes. the students rushed out of their classrooms, teachers left standing with their unfinished discussions.

y/n walked to a certain classroom before stopping by and peeked at the window. her eyes landing on the raven-haired girl who was sitting alone in her desk, earphones on and eyes glued on her thick book. y/n chuckled and entered the room, unnoticed by the raven girl.

with a gentle tap on the shoulder, the girl finally looked up and saw y/n. her eyes widened and met the soft gaze of y/n. a wide smile plastered on both faces.

"were you planning on spending your time studying instead of taking your girlfriend out on a date?" y/n teasingly asks as she helps the girl pack her stuff.

the two walked out of the school, hands intertwined, giving warmth to each other in the cold autumn air. y/n looks at her girlfriend who then looked at her noticing the former's eyes on her.

"where do you plan on taking me ms. yu?" karina giggled at the formal name.

"well, i was planning on taking you to that cat cafe ms. l/n" y/n's eyes went wide as an excited squeal came out of her mouth, causing karina to smile widely at her reaction.

as the two arrived at the said cafe, y/n couldn't stop smiling and cooing at the fluffy cats that calmly roamed around the place. karina's heart warmed at the sight and took many photos of y/n who was too busy mingling with the cats to notice her girlfriend taking photos of her.

after what seemed like an hour of interacting with cats, y/n finally sat down in a table with karina. the two enjoyed a hot chocolate drink whilst talking about their day. a normal date, nothing too lavish, just them enjoying each other's company.

when the time came to leave the cafe, y/n almost cried and begged karina another hour in the cafe but failed anyways. karina had to drag a sad y/n away from the cafe.

"you'll see the darn cats again soon! we can't be there for too long!" karina said as she drags her pouting girlfriend.

the two landed on an arcade and decided to spend a good amount of their allowance over a rigged claw machine.

y/n held her eyes on a cat plushie with determination and focus as her hands skillfully operated the claw to the hole but whenever it neared it, the claw seemed to loosen, causing the plushie to fall again. this evoked a groan from y/n who shoved her hand in her pocket to fish some coins only to find it empty. she groaned once more and leaned her forehead against the glass in defeat. eyes locked in on the cat plushie.

karina had just returned from being a victim of the claw machine and saw her girlfriend looking like a lost puppy. she approached her and the two looked at each other with the same defeated look.

"let's not come back here again." y/n said receiving a nod of approval from karina.

the two exited the arcade and karina automatically held y/n's hand that perfectly fit to hers. as if they were made for each other.

the two wandered for awhile before karina stopped walking causing y/n to stop too and look at her girlfriend with a confused look. karina shot her a smile causing the latter to smile too.

"what's on your mind, pretty girl?" y/n asked.

"how does ice cream and a walk in the park sound like?" y/n's face beamed at the idea and her heart fluttered like how it did on their first date as a couple.

"wonderful."

with ice cream on one hand and the other holding each others, the couple strolled in the park, enjoying the autumn air, basking in the sound of people enjoying their time. y/n looked at her girlfriend and her heart swelled with love that she felt like it would explode any second.

"thank you, karina."

karina looked at y/n, a warm smile forming on her lips. the very smile that made y/n fall for the woman.

"no, thank you, y/n." karina paused and held y/n's hand.

"because of you...i learned that there is more than just studying and for giving me a warmth that i could only find in you. you complete me." karina said, whispering the last sentence.

y/n teared up. her heart filled with so much love that she couldn't help the tears welling in her eyes. karina mirrored her expression and pulled the woman closer to engulf her in a tight and the most secure hug ever.

as they pulled away, y/n lightly slapped karina's arm- causing the latter to laugh softly.

"yah! what's with you making me cry today huh?" y/n asked, voice cracking from sobbing earlier.

"i just love you so much." karina simply said.

the two sat on a bench, watching as the sun set and the moon emerging from its hiding. y/n tugged at the woman beside her, gaining her attention.

"it's getting late, we should return. you have to study, remember?" y/n reminded.

karina nodded and they made their way out of the park. as they both walk in a comfortable silence. karina stopped in her tracks, making y/n stop too.

"why? what's wrong?" she asks.

karina looks at her, her eyes soft yet held something else. something sad.

"there's one more place that we have to go." y/n looks at her in confusion and opened her mouth to protest but with the look on karina's face, she nodded.

she followed as the raven beauty lead her to an unknown alley she hadn't passed through. as scary as the place was, she has full trust on the woman before her.

karina stopped at a light shop, igniting a confused look in y/n before chuckling.

"did your light bulbs in your house die or something?" y/n asked at the woman who had her back at her.

karina sighed heavily and turned around to face y/n who's smile slowly faded upon seeing karina's solemn expression. the latter forced a smile before beckoning y/n to enter the shop.

they did and y/n winced as she was greeted by the bright lights. her eyes slowly adjusted to the brightness and was slightly amazed at the various types of light bulbs displayed in the shop.

"may i help you two?" the sound of a man's voice caught the attention of the two. y/n looked at the man in the cashier desk and bowed in greeting.

"oh, hello. we're here--"

"y/n, find the light that glows when you go near it."

karina cuts her off and looked at the lights in the shop. y/n nervously laughs at the sudden serious demeanor of her girlfriend. flashing an apologetic smile at the man, y/n wandered around the shop, looking for the light that karina requested. what does she mean by a lightbulb that glows when she's near? she wondered.

karina looks at the man, wearing a sunglasses, understandably from how bright the shop is with all the lightbulbs. the man seemingly understood karinas intentions and sat back on his chair, proceeding with his work.

she looks around and spots two desk lamps. one turned on and the other, off.

"y/n, i think i found it." footsteps softly neared karina's and y/n looks at the two desk lamps that karina was eyeing.

"you want to replace your desk lamp?" y/n asked yet karina said no response.

having enough of karina's sudden seriousness, y/n faced her girlfriend.

"baby, what's wrong? did i say something that hurt you? why are you suddenly acting like this? it's scaring me." y/n said, holding back the tears that are starting to well in her eyes.

karina looked at her in the eyes before tears welled up in hers as well. she held y/n's face, tears falling and sobs escaping her mouth. y/n immediately hugged her and rubbed karina's back in attempts to comfort her.

"why- why are you crying suddenly?" y/n asked, voice breaking as she's starting to cry too.

when karina pulled away, y/n gasped and stepped back when she saw blood dripping from her head. y/n stuttered in forming words until it all came to her.

the accident. the bus crash. the nonstop rain.

.

.

.

"karina! wait for me! you'll get wet!"

y/n screamed as she chased the raven woman in the rain, laughter emitting from their smiles. the two shared an umbrella in the hard rain after being dismissed from their night study in the school. under the protection of the waiting shed, the girls waited patiently for the last bus as they teased each other to pass the time.

the bus finally arrived and the two got on. however, karina couldn't shake the feeling of dread that she got as soon as they rode the bus. she tried telling y/n about it but the latter shrugged it off and told her that it was just the anxiety of the upcoming exams taking over her tired system.

throughout the ride, karina held tightly on y/n's hand- yelping whenever the bus would bounce a little from passing a hump. y/n did her best to comfort the woman beside her by giving her reassurance with her tight grip on her hand.

when the bus reached the bridge, karina couldn't sit still. her knee was bouncing up and known and y/n noticed this. she whispered assuring words to her girlfriend when a loud pop caused them and the other passengers to jump in surprise. after this, the bus began to shake as the driver stepped hard on the break pedal yet it only worsened the situation when another loud pop boomed in the ears of the passengers. followed by the uncontrollable swerving of the bus.

y/n held karina tightly against her, her chin resting gently atop karina’s head as she spooned her, offering a fragile sense of comfort. without warning, the bus lurched violently, slamming into the guardrail. for a heartbeat, time seemed to freeze, and then, with a deafening roar, the bus broke through the barrier, tumbling into the abyss. the cold, dark waters below swallowed everything in an instant, drowning the screams and leaving nothing but the haunting silence of the crash.

y/n gasped, jolting out of the tragic memory of the crash, her eyes locking onto the bloodied karina before her. karina was crying uncontrollably, her grip on y/n growing cold, slipping away with each passing second.

"y/n, please wake up. you have to!" she sobbed, her voice cracking with desperation.

y/n shook her head, tears streaming down her face as she sobbed harder, her heart aching as the reality of their situation hit her like a wave. she couldn’t bear it. she couldn’t lose her. she pulled karina into a tight embrace, clinging to her as if her life depended on it.

"no, no, no, i won’t leave you! we’ll wake up together! we promised to grow old and have cats! you promised, karina!" her voice trembled, filled with raw emotion, as she held onto the last shred of hope.

karina pulled away, her hands trembling as she guided y/n closer to the desk lamp. but y/n protested, shaking her head fiercely, her body wracked with sobs that she could no longer control. each cry felt like it tore her apart, but no words came—only desperate, guttural sounds of helplessness.

karina’s voice cracked, the tears streaming down her face as she pleaded, her grip on y/n tightening. "please, y/n! do it for me, please! you have to wake up!"

y/n’s eyes were wide with fear and sorrow, her heart heavy with an unbearable weight. she shook her head again, her breath hitching as the cries continued, her body shaking, but the words that once could have comforted them both seemed impossible to find.

karina held y/n's face in her bloodied hands and brought their faces close. their tear-filled eyes looking at each other with pain, love, and fear.

"please....y/n...live for me" karina whispered desperately. her forehead leaning against y/n's as she lets out a shaky breath.

"we promised..." y/n managed to whisper, her voice barely audible as the weight of their unspoken words hung heavy in the air. karina nodded, her eyes brimming with tears, her teeth sinking into her lip to keep from crying out. but it was impossible, and a guttural, heart-wrenching sob tore from her throat.

"i'm sorry... i'm sorry... i'm sorr—" karina's words were drowned by y/n, who suddenly crashed their lips together in a desperate, all-consuming kiss. it was long and agonizing, filled with pain and love, the kind of kiss that carried all the things they could no longer say. when they finally pulled apart, breathless and shaken, the silence between them spoke louder than any words could.

y/n pulled away from karina, her heart heavy as she gave her one last look. the sight of karina—their early days together—flashed through y/n’s mind, moments filled with laughter, tenderness, and unspoken promises as her tears blurred her vision.

with a final, shaky breath, y/n turned towards the man in sunglasses, his face unreadable, his gaze fixed on her with an unsettling calmness like he already knew the path she was about to take.

"let us not meet each other again." the man said.

y/n looked at the desk lamp and touched the bulb. a blinding light flashed suddenly, making karina wince and turn away, her hands instinctively covering her eyes as the intensity of the light stung her vision.

when the light faded out, karina looked at where y/n formerly stood and let her tears fall uncontrollably. she closed her eyes, letting the tears fall before sighing heavily. she looked at the man and bowed slightly.

"be careful on your journey." the man said.

karina nodded and exited the shop, walking through the dark path and disappearing into the fog as she ventures further.

the nurses rushed to a patient's bed as the machine beeped, the doctor checking her vitals. one nurse noticed the movement of the patient's eyes and the slight twitch of her fingers. she called the attention of the doctor who felt relieved at the news. soon, tears came out of the patient's eyes and rolled down.

"that's good news." the doctor said.

soon, the patient's eyes opened.

"ring y/n l/n's family and tell them that she's conscious." the doctor said and one nurse nodded and rushed to the phone.

the doctor stepped aside as the nurses assisted the patient, a sad look in his eyes. one nurse, a senior, stood beside him and sighed.

"poor kid, she's gonna be in so much pain when she's fully awake." said the nurse. the doctor looked at her and sighed.

"no one talks about yu karina until she's well enough to handle stress. right now, that name is forbidden." the nurse nodded.

"how ironic, she's the one being protected yet didn't make it." the man sighed and looked at the conscious figure of y/n.

"that's how unfair life is."

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i just finished watching the light shop and i loved it even though it was kind of confusing at the start and made me shed buckets of tears at the end. i really recommend watching it if you like dramas that make you cry. it inspired me to write this angst au which is my very first angst that i've written so pls bear with me :>

[dimneo1010]

Good morning and welcome to my Vox hands analysis. I know most of what I'm about to say is either artstyle or animation deformation but let me spread my delulu

Vox's hands have modes:

Normal hands, where they are bendy and function as fingers to help him operate with things

Then there are his "relaxed claws", where he doesn't use any muscle to move them; it's an idle mode

The last mode is what I call "talons," where he sticks out his claws in a way to intimidate or fight, making them hard and sharp; they even get longer like cat claws (and he can use electricity with them)

This mode also seem to have them erect from his knuckles, which gives more cat energy

Thank you for coming to my "Vox hands" analysis talk

[jaythes1mp]

Cat reader? declawing me? Nuh uh, I'll bite them if they take away my claws. Muzzle? Easy peasy, I'll wrestle them, I'll die before obeying them, on god. I mean it.

Die?

Hide from them?

You really want to act out after last time? No. No. Reader. They’d never let that happen.

The bad behaviour is just piling on and on.

Don’t you understand? They’re only doing this out of love!

Do you know how to fix unwanted bad behaviour in a cat?

It’s alright, you don’t have to worry anymore… if it’s their only option then Tim will schedule the operation. They won’t have to worry about this… unfavourable treatment again.

I’ve heard that desexing a cat actually reduces their antisocial behaviour! …they’re doing you a favour, really.

Aw, don’t cry… don’t cry. You put this upon yourself. All you needed to do was be a good little kitten for them, is that really so hard?

Look, they’ll be generous. They’ll give you one more chance! Aren’t they just the best? Come sit in Bruce’s lap and Tim will put the phone down. You just need to be good. Can you do that for them, reader? Or does Jason need to hold you down again…

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[the-raindeer-king]

Nikto is such a feral cat of a man. Wild, untrusting, always alert, always bristled, refuses to be kept if he doesn't want to be somewhere.

But pretty pretty you, you don't force his attention, don't demand his responses. You let him slowly creep closer over time, never forcing him to talk, never seeming bothered if and when he doesn't respond to you. Slowly, over a long time he creeps even closer. A mangled, feral thing that's not hissing at you anymore, not barring fangs and claws but slowly blinking it's eyes because it knows you now. He knows you, and you're no threat.

So he'll come closer, maybe one day rest his heavy head in your lap and trust you to be the one keeping your eyes open when he doesn't.

That sounds nice in his mind. -🐾(I don't know Nikto as well but the vibes are there and bold lol)

Nah, I think you got Nikto pretty down pat. I know there's little info for some (most? Idk correct me if i'm wrong. I didn't play the game) of the operators in warzone, so we're running off assumptions and headcannons to cover the middle ground.

anyway, but Nikto = feral cat. Yes.

When you first join KorTac, you're introduced to some of the higher ranking operators, as many rookies are. However, unlike the other rookies, you don't spare Nikto more than a polite nod. You don't even seem bothered by the way he stares, blue eyes bearing into your soul.

It shouldn't bother him. This is exactly what he wants. But for some odd reason, it does. Your disinterest makes the voices in his head louder, demanding your attention.

Nikto, as he so often does, ignores them. For now.

But as time goes on, they become harder to ignore. Or well, the effect you have on him becomes harder to ignore. The way his mind goes quiet when he comes to visit you in the med-bay, his entire being solely focused on you. Even though you're never focused on him the way he wants you to be.

Most of your knowledge of Nikto comes from the others. Mainly whatever König and Krueger let slip when they're talking to you. You sympathize with Nikto, but you keep that to yourself, understanding that he's probably heard enough sympathetic phrases to last a lifetime. So you offer the next best thing, and that's just to treat him as you would anyone else.

Because of this, a friendship had gradually grown between you and Nikto. That's what you're calling it at least. He's friendly, occasionally bringing you tea and snacks during your shift. You sit with him at meal time, sometimes seeking him out during your free time.

Most of the time it's a one sided conversation. Nikto never offers more than a few words at a time, but you never seem bothered by it. Opening up to people is hard for him, and you don't push for more than what he's willing to give. You're a blessing, an angel, and Nikto doesn't understand what he's done to deserve you.

The thing with men like Nikto is once you've shown him kindness, he'll come back for more. Let him sink his teeth into your soft flesh, mark you in a way that can never be taken away. A warning for others that you belong to him, and he isn't afraid to bare his teeth when necessary.

For now, he'll accept this. Dragging his weary body to your room, having returned from a two month long mission, familiarized with your schedule to know that you're not busy. You're never too busy for Nikto, always willing to make time for the masked man. He doesn't bother knocking, knowing the door will be unlocked. If it wasn't, he'd either pick the lock or just kick the door down.

He has just enough mind left to kick his boots off, before he's crawling into your bed. The mask stays on, a blessing and a curse, as he lays his head down into your lap. He may not be able to feel the softness of your thighs, but he can feel the way you drag your nails over the back of his head, as if trying to drag your fingers through his hair.

If he could, he'd purr in response. Instead he sighs loudly, practically melting into your mattress. And a few moments later, he's snoring. A sign that you're not going anywhere for a while, so you might as well get comfortable yourself.

[gomzdrawfr]

More call of kitty thoughts, just ramblings

- Nik’s the boss in the hierarchy, so the tallest spot on the cat tower is his napping spot. Though, sometimes Gaz or Raven steals it because it gets the most sunlight

- All of them love to sun bath, and there’s a cuddle pile session when it happens, usually started by Nik or Ghost

- Surprisingly, Soap is the most calm when it comes to clipping claws, my guys is in the forth dimension he feels nothing

- Ghost is the one who whines and huff the loudest during claw clipping, push his face into Price’s and kick his feetsies

- Nik brushes and grooms everyone’s fur, so he knows all their scents and can track them down if one of them goes missing

- Gaz has probably shagged several stray cats outside, he’s not responsible, there are kittens out there with his dna(??)

- Raven and Gaz loves shiny, and have their secret collection pile hidden somewhere in the house

- Soap likes the cigar, much of Price’s dismay

- Ghost likes to fuck around with caps and pens and basically anything, likes to push it to the very edge, waits for Price to yell at him then push it back, fucker knows what he’s doing

- Gaz sheds so. much.

- Nik knows how to communicate with Alex, and Alex always want to lick and groom Soap clean

- Farah hangs with Nik the most, cuddling and loafing together beside the window

- Soap knows when to behave when Laswell is around, like Alex, Laswell also likes to groom Soap’s fur when she comes around

- Raven makes so much biscuits, any surface that is kneadable she is gonna bake

- Nik drinks his water from a cup and just that cup, he’ll stare at Price whenever he poured the water elsewhere

- The loudest meow is Soap, the softest is Raven

- Nik and Ghost purrs super loudly

- Raven’s the one who starts a fight most of the time and Ghost gets blamed for it

- Nik loves hiding in Price’s closet and snuggle with the flannels and jackets

- Ghost likes to rub his face on his boots

- Gaz wears and sleep in his hats collections

- Soap likes to hide and sleep in drawers

- Raven wants to be inside Price’s skin (whines when Price says no), likes to fall asleep on warm surfaces, most often on top of his phone

- Price will speak to Nik like they’re having an actual human conversation

- Price babytalks Gaz

- No head scratches for Soap cuz you do it and he’s flying

- Ghost loves those really hard patting and spanking around his back and butt

- do NOT touch Nik’s hair he will hiss, but chin scratches he accept

- belly rubs and honestly any rubbing works for Gaz

- Raven loves getting her face squished and massage and kissed, would purr so loud when Price gives her neck kisses and offer her own licks and nuzzles

- Despite the fights, Raven and Ghost naps together with Raven chewing his tail to sleep

- Gaz naps with Soap, but is a prick about it like laying on top of Soap or resting his big tail on Soap’s face. Soap’s fine with it though

- Nik sleeps with Price, on his belly, shoulder, chest or next to his head on the pillows

- “ooo big stretch” on Gaz and Nik

- “oh lord he comin” on Ghost

- “shit where’s my keys” on Raven

- “WHY WOULD YOU NAP HERE” on Soap

- They’re all protective and territorial, if some random cat wondered into their lawn or house they will start a war, and it’s Gaz’s fault most of the time because he attracts all sorts of cats and trouble

- Bath time is hell. There’s a strict schedule and a whole operation for washing them one by one

- Nik gets his own gold chain and bandana, this was after Price jokingly put it on him, only to find out Nik is not joking and will wear it

- Raven hiss at outfits, so don’t even think about it, but a collar with a bell is fine (he’ll find it on the floor the next day, how she got out of it is a mystery)

- Ghost can’t fit into anything

- Gaz LOVES getting into outfits, fav is tux and cowboy

- Soap will eat the outfits, so no

- Raven has a knack for climbing onto everything, so she’s found in the weirdest of places, sometimes upside down on his ceiling

- Gaz would lock the other cats in spaces like cabinets of oven, Nik will smack him

- Soap is everywhere and anywhere, but prefer hiding and burrowing under carpets

- Nik is usually with Price, if not then around windows, fireplace and front lawn, guarding the place

- Ghost is either in the cat room, kitchen or Price’s desk, deliberately laying on his files so Price can’t work

[deuxcherise]

When and How To Use Evols (All)

C/w: Unhealthy behavior, Love and Deepspace, probably OOC for all of them (especially Sylus), All x Reader, Reader can be MC or not, Reader had different personalities (?) with each LI, very suggestive (b-because Xavier... and others), implied yandere content (because Caleb... and maybe another) A/n: So… please y'all already know I- Look. They are very well-written 3D personality 2D men, okay? By the way, it’s my first Tumblr anniversary! Yay! Anyway, please enjoy this short “guide” on how to use their evols. Eheh~ :D — Just thoughts on the Love Interests’ evols. I could be wrong about their properties. Need more research. Read at your discretion. Masterlist

💫Xavier💫

One would think having an evol that just illuminates in the dark would be quite useless.

… Well…

If not for Resonance, its only use seems to be limited to only serving as a distraction, a flicker across a Wanderer’s eye as a materialized sword slices through its neck, or its ability to steal the light source away from one’s surroundings. Perhaps, one may argue it does lend to its known user, Xavier’s ability to be able to quickly teleport from point A to point B. The known uses past these details are currently unknown.

There is one unique thing that Xavier does choose to use it for, and it usually involves drawing adorable images with casted lines of light.

“Stay still.”

You bite your bottom lip as you watch him caress across your exposed thighs. Soft fingers trace from your knee to your lap, snaking left and right before dragging towards the inner parts of your thighs and then sliding downwards to start at your knees before repeating that motion. Lines of sparking platinum and gold are left behind in swirls and messy waves, like a very familiar mess after a heated session.

Honestly, if anyone asked what happened, Xavier would claim it was your fault how you got into this position. 

After watching him cast his light in the claw machine in the nearby arcade for the nth time, you might’ve… accidentally hurt his feelings when you decided you needed to speak up about how… unnecessary, for the lack of better word, his evol was when it came to this endeavor. In your defense, you figured it was to his benefit for him to save his energy to fight Wanderers instead of using it for a gacha system rigged to eat up your coins.

“Xaviierrr,” you whine.

You want nothing more than to grab his hand and put it to better use, but unfortunately, your wrists have been bound to the bed frame by none other than that very unnecessary evol of his. You hadn’t realized his light was tangible until now. To be fair, you’d only seen it in battle and during firework events. How would you know he could create things like this?

His blue eyes flicker towards you momentarily before refocusing on his “work”. A heavy pout still remains upon his lips. “Hmph.”

Was it already mentioned that while you were taking home an already pouty plushie-less Xavier, you had decided to drop by a bakery to buy some bread on your way home. And of course, there was that strangely confident guy Charlie who ended up being there. 

Of course, your pouty bunny didn’t like that. So he took you home. Right after. In record time, actually. Your freshly baked bread was now lying on the table, growing staler by the minute.

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-🌌🌌🌌🌌🌌-

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☃️Zayne☃️

Tiny snowmen. Tiny seals. Tiny cats.

Was there anything the genius surgeon couldn’t make, at your request?

Of course, to reach the level of detail he puts into every single one of his little creations requires a gentle touch and focused precision. For a man whose scarred hands can so skillfully cut and stitch up wounds for what is arguably the most vital organ in the body, one must be awed by how composed he is whenever these high tension operations end up in failure. Not only that, but consider how gracefully he reacts when yelled at by angry, grieving relatives. How does he do it? His restraint is admirable.

You beam up at him, tilting your chin up to showcase the delicate line of lace-like snow around your neck. “Wow! Since your snow never melts, this could totally be an heirloom, ya know?” you tease, tenderly caresses it. It had a slight chill, being made of ice and snow after all, but not enough to cause frostbite if you wore it for extended periods of time. As expected of your kind and considerate doctor.

He smiles that mysterious smile of his, one where his eyes are as warm as a small ray of light on a small patch of green grass in the middle of a snowy landscape. “Even if you pass it down, I hardly think anyone with good taste would want to wear it.”

You gasp before pouting and slapping him on the arm. “Zayne!”

He chuckles.

After giving it a moment, you grin sleazily. “On second thought, you’re right. This only looks good on me anyway. A necklace made just for me. Why thank you, Zayne~”

“You’re very welcome. Also, I constructed it so it won’t fall off so easily.”

“Is that so? As expected of the great genius surgeon of Akso Hospital.”

You both continue strolling about the park area in comfortable silence until it is time for him to return to work. Your eyes glance over to him as you think about your future. Despite your amicable relationship with the man, you’ve yet to actually confess your feelings. You wonder how he feels about you, given that he always meets your requests without a single complaint. Giving you such a pretty necklace like this… You didn’t want to ruin a relationship as good as this just because you wanted to hold his hand for once.

You sigh forlornly.

“Is there something wrong?”

Ah. There’s that loveable concern of his.

To keep yourself from accidentally confessing, you bring your hands up to the back of your necklace. “I can't help but think about when I’d ever wear such a pretty necklace like this again. I’m heading out on a mission tomorrow and I would hate to… to… Huh?”

You feel all around the necklace, trying to find that familiar sensation of a clasp or a fastener, only to find more snowflakes. You look towards Zayne. “Hey Zayne, how do you take this off?”

He smiles, though his yellow eyes are not as warm as earlier. “I thought you were worried about it falling off…”

Restraint, huh…

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-🌌🌌🌌🌌🌌-

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🐡Rafayel🐡

“Hey Rafayel!”

“Hm?”

“Why the heck do you have a fire evol when you come from the ocean?”

It boggles the mind really. Does it make any sense why a fish man should have the ability to manipulate flames? Flames? Fire? With water? That goes against anything logical in this world.

Time travel? Technological issue. Wanderers? Biological issue. A fish man wielding flames? Inconceivable.

And yet, this man exists. Sitting there on the ground, all bent over a canvas on his lap with splatters of paint around him like an altar.

Rayafel sends a glare towards you. “I’ll answer that question once you explain why you brought that thing in.”

The thing he is referring, currently purring in your arms, is none other than Mr. Scrumbles. He is a Devon Rex cat, and he is adorable.

“And why is it so… scrawny? And curly-haired?”

I could say the same about you, you think. “I promised a friend to watch over him today. I can’t exactly leave him at home by himself, can I?”

He gives you an incredulous look. “Why did you say yes? You’re supposed to be my bodyguard!”

“Well, I didn’t realize I’d be accompanying you today until you called me.”

He pouted and went back to sketching. “Shouldn’t you always be ready to guard me? Do you need a pay raise? You’re so greedy.”

You roll your eyes as you continue to poke at Mr. Scrumbles’ jelly beans. “Yes, yes…”

…..

…..

You look towards him. “So why do you have a fire evol?” you ask again.

“Why shouldn’t I have a fire evol?” he answers, without looking up from his canvas.

“Uh, because you come from the ocean?”

He holds a pencil up and closes an eye before marking some areas. “I don’t see how that’s relevant.”

“Really?” You shake your head. “Imagine trying to light up a fire underwater. It’ll be completely useless.”

He glances towards you as he sketches more lines. “A regular fire, sure. But mine? It burns brighter and hotter than any wave can bear. It will never go out, not as long as I will it.”

“Is that so? Huh.” You scoff, turning away from him as a sly thought crosses your mind. “The eternal flame, huh? Then the next time I take a vacation, I should just kidnap you and keep you as my fireplace keeper.”

“Icouldbeyourheaterinstead,” he mumbles.

“Huh?”

“Would you stop moving so much? And stop looking at me. It’s ruining my concentration.”

He throws a glare at you, making you huff in irritation as you look away. “Fine!”

“Meow!”

Unbeknownst to you, on his canvas was the faint sketch of a certain bodyguard and what could only be described as a body of a cat in their arms.

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-🌌🌌🌌🌌🌌-

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🐦‍⬛Sylus🐦‍⬛

Let’s be honest. What hasn’t Sylus used his very versatile evol for?

Binding people? Check. Ripping apart enemies? Check. Moving from point A to point B? Check. Keeping you stu- occupied? Check.

Actually… about that…

“Is it just me or do you want something, kitten?”

Sitting on one of his leather couches in his mansion, you and Sylus are yet again at opposite ends for some reason. Luke and Kieran have yet to figure out why the two of you are constantly like this.

You won’t admit it. You vehemently refuse to admit it. Admitting it would be letting go of your pride, and that is the one thing you refuse to give up. Especially to that damn tease of a man.

You turn your head away. “No.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

He hums, clearly amused as he checks his fingernails. “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to. You know that.”

“I know.”

You know it, gosh darn it! And that is why this man frustrates you beyond all reason. Not even losing a hundred dollars to that stupid claw machine without a single prize could amount to the hatred you have for playing into this man’s games.

“And I’d give you everything. Only need just a single word.”

“Hmph.”

You cross your legs, matching your crossed arms, as you ignore the heat that is currently brewing in your body. Not that you would admit it, but his deep voice was a ridiculously hot factor of his. Which he absolutely knows how to use.

“Why are you so stubborn?”

“Why are you so persistent?” you shoot back.

“If you don’t like it, just say so.”

“.....” You press your lips together.

Somehow, even without looking, you know he’s smirking. “I thought so.”

You shrug, showcasing your nonchalance. “Well, you seem to want something. Why don’t you tell me, huh?”

“And what fun would that be?”

You scoff. “Typical.”

“We could do this all day… or…” He moves from leaning back on the couch to laying his head down on your lap.

You glare down at him as he smirks back up to you.

He shifts his head. “Aren’t you going to tell me to get off?”

You turn your chin up. “Why should I?”

“Stubborn kitty.”

“Stupid dragon.”

“Hm.” He closes his eyes, a closed-lipped smile on his face.

“Hmph.”

“.....”

“.....”

You tilt your head down and pout. “I’m bored.”

He opens one eye. “And?”

“Entertain me.”

“Oh? How?”

You shift your legs slightly. Not enough to knock his head off, but enough to send a message. “Use your evol,” you command.

Sylus shifts his body so that he’s sitting up, so he can lean down and nuzzle his nose against yours. His eyes are soft, despite their vibrant redness. “As you wish, kitten.”

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-🌌🌌🌌🌌🌌-

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🍎Caleb🍎

Life always felt lighter when he was around…

“Caleb! Let me down!”

“Haha. Not until you admit that I won.”

“Never!”

“Alright~ Another five minutes in air jail~”

“Calebbb!”

Sometimes, when you close your eyes, you’d think back to those laughter-filled carefree days where all you had to worry about was making sure you did your homework and passed your exams. Having someone to spend those days with certainly helped slow down the impending doom of endless adulthood.

“You’re being quiet. Whatcha thinking about?”

Your eyes pop open, gasping as your whole body shifts backward suddenly. Gloved fingers grip onto the flesh of your hips. Your own fingers grip onto the sheets in front of you, your knuckles turning white with every forced movement.

He leans down, overlaying your upper half with his own. He nuzzles the back of your head before giving you tender kisses. As if that makes up for what he’s doing with your lower half. You squeezing around him from the tender gesture doesn’t help either.

“Mm…” Ceasing his movement, he kisses the back of your neck and between your shoulder blades. “Hey… Relax. I’m not going to hurt you.”

You only whine as you try to wiggle out of his grasp.

He sighs, as you feel a pressure weighing down your body. His evol. “Why do you keep trying to leave me? Why?” His voice is desperate and longing.

You wish you could scream out at him. Demand why he’s doing what he’s doing. Ask him why he kept the fact he was alive from you for so long. Maybe land a punch or two, like you used to. But with his liberal use of his gravity evol over you, you’ve grown used to this… helplessness. Only in instances like now do you still dare to try even the slightest movement, only to yet again be crushed under the weight of his gravity.

“On second thought, don’t answer that.” He begins moving again.

The law of gravity states that “what comes up, must come down.” In Caleb’s case, he soared so high in the sky to the point of nearly dying. Now, all he wants now is to make sure he doesn’t leave the ground anymore. Not when there’s you to protect.

Even if that means clipping your wings.