#that last line kitty says is one of my favorite things ever

[petrichoraline]

Thai BL Favorites List Tag Game

i got tagged in the summer lmao i've been struggling cause i simply can't make a completely honest list - my taste is too fluid and the definition of "fave" is a blur to me

thank you to my lovely @tenprem and @littleragondin for tagging me, consider yourselves tagged again in case your answers differ vastly from your previous ones hahah

💓Fave bl: default answer is Bad Buddy, current - Last Twilight and Cherry Magic..and Cooking Crush

👨🏻‍🤝‍👨🏻Favourite pairing: as in actors? if i say GunSing am i gonna get ToddBlack again? (im fine with DrakeSing too y'know, im just being teased atp)

honestly i don't know, i think of actors i really like but i'm not big on their counterparts..? i enjoy it a lot when they mix and match, i don't have anyone i particularly follow.. i will say MaxTul were super powerful, i really appreciate the bonds between a lot of pairs like ForceBook and i think some of them have amazing chemistry like FirstKhao but even though there are a few i would always try to tune in for like OffGun and YinWar, there's no one i can call a fave, i don't think..currently JimmySea are eating it up tho

🎭Most underrated actor: just the Wayufilm crew in general, I see them do fundraiser lives on yt all the time and I don't think they're that well known by the fandom

🧍‍♂️Favorite character: ig it is Karan currently, Tay really made the character shine in a different way than Machida Keita's Kurosawa and i can't get enough of those puppy eyes

🕴Favorite side character: rn it might be Metha from Cooking Crush? he's just a bit too charming for someone i'd punch if i met him irl..or Fire, i think writing about him made me fond, they're both so..this

📽Favorite scene: from all the thai bls i've seen?? there's beauty like THAT ITSAY scene, there's unexpected scenes i come back to like WaanTul in the last episode of Between Us, there's Nuea and Toh finally getting everything out in the open..there's the Kitty Gang in FUTS going up the elevator, the ep.5 KinnPorsche scene..most of PatPran's scenes!! like how am i supposed to even start choosing lmao

i'm gonna say (after i catch up with my shows this whole list would prolly be different, it could be Karan's scream soon) the one from my recent shows is the rooftop scene from LTTS..sue me for being basic, i'll plead guilty

📝Favorite line: nth has ever quite stuck with me as "do you want us to be friends?" "no." so let's go with it

🃏Most anticipated bl and why: let's say Jack and Joker hahah, I hope it works out <3 i want to see a project YinWar have certain freedom over completed successfully - even if it ends up not being my thing, they deserve to share their talents and artistic vision. they are trying something new, maybe there will be a nice balance between comedy and drama and also it seems like those characters are meant to be whipped for each other and YinWar can pull that off splendidly

👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨Healthiest relationship in a bl: PatPran and PuenTalay are the first to come to mind, the communication and conflict resolution skills are on another level

💢Most toxic relationship in a bl: I suppose it would be VeeMark before the end or maybe DimGreen from 2gether? I also personally don't like Mayom and Nadia from My Ride but I can't tell if they're actually toxic 😄 and im reminded of GramBlack cause that friendship sucks imho

OH WAIT PiMork is pretty bad. yeah, maybe not the worst but they've got a spot on the list..and ig TehOhAew but I have not actually seen s2 so overall I don't have a definitive opinion :')

🍿Guilty pleasure series: i guess it would be Cause You're My Boy (My Tee) because everyone hates on it but I binged it and had a good time 🤷‍♀️ also I Will Knock You cause it has some questionable elements but it's also very special

❎Most underrated series: out of what I've seen it would obviously be Rainbow Lagoon but it's two episodes, not sure if it counts as a series.. really sweet short watch though, you should give it a try here 🥰

also maybe The Best Story? I didn't like it that much because of the ending but it's younger YinWar and I never hear anyone talk about it; I'd say they were pretty good at it 😊

i'm tagging @sommmnus @forcebook @catboyjosten @sparklyeyedhimbo @lovesickfolly @sollucets as per usual no pressure and sorry if youve done it ❤

[plaudiusplants]

Okay I know this was a couple days ago, but you are logged a lot of horse things. Are they your favorite animal? (feel free to go on a long rant if you so please)

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am vibrating!! Yes, horses are my best friends and favourite animals of all the ever and I love them so so much!! They're just like me fr!!! Tall kitty

Horses are the best and I've found that they're actually a lot like really tall cats!! They like to snuggle until the moment they don't, they like to cause problems on purpose, and they really like to feel like they have some control over their own situation. They are being ever so gracious in allowing you to do things that they have decided ahead of time are okay for you to do with slash to them. And, like, don't tell any horse I know that I said this, but they're kind of right. I'm (approximately) 120 lbs; any horse I ride is about ten times heavier than me, give or take. I'm not winning that tug-of-war unless the horse allows it. That physics will not track

I'm gonna start talking about anxiety here and it doesn't get really heavy anywhere but I'll put a read more button in anyway just in case 💕💕 (pictures and gushing about the horse I'm currently riding are also at the end though!)

Okay but so basically though, the way to succeed in an interaction with a horse is to assume they are scared and to let them know over and over again that you won't let scary things happen to them. Scary things include horrifying horse-eating squirrels, terrifying horse-gobbling pigeons, petrifying horse-devouring shadows, Large Noises that could have come from any of the aforementioned things, etc. I figure it's probably good strategy for prey animals to assume that basically anything can and will hurt them, but it also means that horses tend to be very spookable. I shit you not that I have ridden a gelding (boy with no balls) who spooked away from a jump because he saw his shadow right in front of the jump and thought it was dangerous

That said, obviously some breeds are going to spook more easily than others, and depending on training and background there are many many horses in the world who are very good at ignoring such terrifying things as "small children who make noise" and "leaf, blowing in the wind", and even "being the first in a line"

And as someone with a whole metric shit-ton of anxiety (now medicated, thankfully), the idea that I have to be the brave one who looks at things rationally and says "no, actually, nothing here eats horses" has always helped me a lot. If I can say that well yeah public speaking is kind of terrifying, but nothing here will eat me except socially, and I can recover from the social horrors. Probably.

Anyway the horse I'm riding now is named Gracie, just like my cat!! And for a very long time she was a brood mare, meaning she lived in the field and had babies and that was most of what she did for her life. She was trained when she was very young, but for some reason her owners decided not to put any more effort into training her, but now she belongs to my coach, so she gets to play with me! We think that whoever trained her taught her that being good meant going fast and that if she is being good that means she should be going fast? Anyway, in the last few months, she has relaxed admirably!! She enjoys the work, and she thinks that I am a Good People, and she usually stands still for me to groom her 💖💕💖🌻💕💖

She gets incredibly sweaty every time we ride together, even though I tell her often that we don't need to run so fast. It's less and less motivated by her own anxiety though, so I'm happy that she's happy 😊

Also, fun fact! Horses cannot vomit! Vomiting is my least favourite bodily function, whether I am doing it or someone else is, so I am extremely happy about that! Yeah yeah being unable to vomit means other health issues I don't care!

Anyway look at my (not mine) beautiful lovely horse who I love with all my heart!!!!

[shebeafancyflapjack]

(Sorry Anon, tumblr ate my original response so here it is again)

Favorite thing about them: Best deadpan delivery of all the characters. Honestly if I were a Button House resident I don't think I'd ever grow tired of talking to this guy.

Least favorite thing about them: As everyone says, not enough screen time. I read somewhere that he was originally supposed to be a bigger character than Robin. Now Robin is my blorbo so I'm glad they weren't swapped but I still hate when Humphrey is left out. The fact he doesn't appear in the finale until the last ten minutes is criminal.

Favorite line: "Not just a pretty face! Oh wait I guess I am."

brotp: Him and Kitty are so cute and I love that she's always most concerned about him. It's a shame he and Alison didn't pair up more because they made the best chaos buds in Fools.

OTP: Don't really have one. Not for the head anyway, but I guess as weird as it is, his body and Fanny seemed to be...happy together? Idk.

Notp: Him and Kitty I guess as they have major uncle/niece energy.

Random headcanon: The coda scene in the finale? Humphrey is on the front desk greeting Alison as he always does and she's subtly grinning and winking at him. We just don't see it as we don't see them in the room but he's always there to welcome her. Plus he just likes watching guests come and go.

Unpopular opinion: I don't ship him and Sophie? I'm not anti or anything and I can see why people enjoy it, I just don't see her being attracted to him. Had circumstances been different though I think they'd have made an amicable platonic marriage/bffs.

Song I associate with them: Whole Again by Atomic Kitty Kitten.

Favorite picture of them:

Just love this shot, it's so cute with Kitty petting him. But also Mary and Robin in the background; there was a time the four of them (plus Annie) where a family and I enjoy thinking of their time together before Annie left.

[maxlarens]

hehe can you recommend your favorite books and poetry💜

YES I CAN! giving people book/movie/music recommendations scratches a very specific itch in my brain. i love when people think i have good taste😭 love u forever for this anon!!!!! under the cut because i go ON AND ONNNN AND ON.

anyway. PREFACE. i love poetry, but i tend to collect it through pinterest instead of reading poetry collections. which i feel like is probably the better way of reading poetry. that being said i do have a few fave poems:

a poetry collection i have read is crush by richard siken! it's fairly easy to digest if you're new to poetry. but it's very evocative and deeply emotional for me. i love the poems snow and dirty rain, dirty valentine and litany in which certain things are crossed out.

jessica gives me a chill pill by angie sijun lou is one of my favourite poems ever. my favourite quote comes from it, 'I ask Jessica what drowning feels like and she says not everything feels like something else'.

this is a book? this a translation? this is kind of a play? i think it's fair to also call it poetry. antigonick by anne carson. it's a little difficult to parse but it's so worth it. my favourite line is 'a husband or a child can be replaced but who can grow me a new brother'.

this last one is not technically a poem. it's a game transcript which u should play. but it reads very much as a long poem/short story. it counts to me. anatomy by kitty horrorshow. if you're into haunted houses/body horror you'll like this. i love it very much, i think about it all the time. this is one of my many favorite lines from it: 'When a house is both hungry and awake, every room becomes a mouth.'

okay so that's poetry done. here are my favourite books:

annihilation by jeff vandermeer. if you've seen the movie (with natalie portman) and have no idea about the book i urge u to ignore the movie and read the book. it's science fiction/horror adjacent. i find the main character incredibly compelling and i love the writing style and the way vandermeer talks about nature. it's just a stunning book and has def influenced my writing even if it's not terribly obvious.

you feel it just below the ribs by jeffery cranor and janina matthewson. this is also science fiction. it's written in the world of a podcast i listen to, within the wires. i approached it with context on the world so i'm not sure how it would come across to someone with less context. regardless i think it's fantastically written. i'm not sure how to describe it other than to say i really connected with it emotionally.

the raven cycle series by maggie stiefvater. this is a young adult paranormal fantasy series. in my opinion it's not a typical YA series. rather than focusing overly on romance or love triangles it instead focuses deeply on incredibly well-rounded and multi-faceted characters, the power of friendship😭 and coming of age. romance is there but it's treated with such reverence. it's such a special series and stiefvater is a wonderful writer.

our wives under the sea by julia armfield is an exploration of grief and loss wrapped up in an abstract horror book. i can't describe how it made me feel but i think everyone should read it.

i wont get into these but also: my year of rest and relaxation by ottessa moshfegh, the hunger games series, the girls by emma cline and the grace year by kim liggett (<-i love the first 3/4s of this book. i hate the last 1/4. its worth it for the 3/4s imo).

[sukugo]

Tag Game To Better Know You!

Send this to people you’d like to know better!

tagged by @candyuu (thank u so much!!! 😖💖💞)

What book are you currently reading? none 😔

What’s your favorite movie you saw in theaters this year? i rarelyyy go to the movies. this year i only went to see jujutsu kaisen 0 i think. and well i loved it! (was gonna say spiderman nwh too, but that was last year apparently????)

What do you usually wear? uhhh jeans and a top i guess? tho lately i've been super into wearing this blouse, black leggings and boots.

How tall are you? 165??? idk

What’s your Star Sign? Do you share a birthday with a celebrity or a historical event? sagittarius! i have no idea honestly

Do you go by your name or a nick-name? family calls me by nickname! everyone else just my name

Did you grow up to become what you wanted to be when you were a child? i don't think i've ever known what i've wanted to be

Are you in a relationship? If not, who is your crush if you have one? nope! and no

What’s something you’re good at vs. something you’re bad at? good at cooking 🍳. bad at opening up to people

Dogs or cats? kitties 🐈

If you draw/write, or create in any way, what’s your favorite picture/favorite line/favorite etc. from something you created this year? oh man, i can't just choose one thing! but if i had to say, maybe it's bc it's one of my most recent things, but i do adore my r2ani drawing. and obv anakin blink blink gifset my beloved, i think the coloring came out super pretty 💞 also this anakin-obikin ficlet thing is very dear to me

What’s something you would like to create content for? so so so so many things!!!! literally everything.

What’s something you’re currently obsessed with? do i need to answer this? anakin, anakin, anakin (also obikin) (and anakin ass)

What’s something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year? i really can't think of anything sgdjfhdg i don't do much lmaoo

What’s a hidden talent of yours? uhhhh, well i can do brush calligraphy, not hidden irl but i've never mentioned it here.

Are you religious? not really?

What’s something you wish to have at this moment? other than the obvious answer (anakin), wish to have the ability to relax

tagging: @demon-glittter @docdracula @bladling @jedibongrip @atlastriesisfuckingtaken @energydrinkbutch @lovey-dovey-and-sad @queerhollyleaf @finn-shitposts @obikitten @lowkeyanakin @playinggalaga + literally everyone who sees this!

[evanox]

Day 3: Starsworn (+ modern au?)

I decided I'm using LegacyTober to try and resurrect abandoned drafts. This one has been here for months. After I wrote the Sage x Rime post, I wanted to try my hand at what the dynamic would look like between the other Starsworn. (Can be read as platonic or romantic, up to you!) Won't be doing taglist bc I don't want people to feel like I'm shoving my crack ships down their throats jhgjh

m.list

Felix x Anisa

I was crying over a scratch on my knee. No one could come to my aid, for you see, I was quite the rebellious child⁠—still am, but that's neither here nor there⁠—and thought it was a good idea to sneak out to the playground all by myself. A tumble from the slide made me regret that decision very quickly, at least at the time.

Then you came along, like an angel descended from the heavens, and washed away the blood with water from your pink Hello Kitty bottle. You gently pressed a folded tissue to the scratch until the bleeding ceased, then hugged me until I stopped crying. Not once did you complain about all the tears and snot I must've gotten all over your shoulder.

Papa had already found me by then, and all was well, but you still insisted on splitting your chocolate bar with me. You said it was your favorite.

I looked to you every day since then like the sunflowers look to the sun, and you always shone just as brightly. I bet you still do. I never found the confidence to tell you, and we've already parted ways, and I wonder when or if I'll ever see you again, but you'll always be my first love. I cherish every cheesy line of poetry I wrote about your big smile and emerald eyes on the back of my notebook.

I also remain grateful for the friendship we've had. I find myself wondering from time to time what you might be up to now. I've always had a feeling you're meant for greatness.

I still remember what brand your favorite chocolate bar was.

Anisa x Sage

I was really hoping my last years of high school would go smoothly. I had a vision, you know. Terrible distractions, you and Felix⁠—you more so than him. I say that with the fondest smile on my face, not that either of you needs to know.

Those would've been some terribly dull years had it not been for you two.

You, however... I hate how often your shitty pick-up lines made me feel like the most special girl in the world. I know you said them to anything with a beating heart. Honestly, the only reason you got away with any of it was your stupid, charming smile.

Everyone said we'd look really hot together at prom (ugh, as if!), but I never paid them much mind. I much preferred being your competition for the hearts of the cheerleaders. Of course, that didn't stop you from saying I'd look "smokin' hot" in red. I told you you had no authority on what's fashionable. I avoided you at the party because I didn't want to see your smug smirk when I did come in red.

Looking back, I find it all very funny, endearing even. I was so fussy, wasn't I? I'm lucky you have a ridiculously big heart (I can already imagine what face you'd make if anyone told you that, but it is true) and knew how to have fun.

Another thing I'll never tell you: you looked very good at the reunion. Sometimes I wonder what it would've been like if we actually went for it, you and I.

Sage x Felix

Ill-mannered, loud, vulgar, the list goes on and on... I've once looked down upon your antics with disdain. I am now more grateful than ever for the absolute riot you are.

I don't understand why I was so worried about inviting you over to play that one time. How else would I have gotten some of the most priceless, horrified faces out of my father? Since then, you have always been—and will always be—welcome to dinner at our place. Truth be told, I do not know how I could weather another family reunion without you.

(I'd tell you papa enjoys your company immensely too, but I fear what you would do with that information.)

If my father did not rush to judge you so harshly, he would've known what a great friend you are too. (If he thinks you're the reason I am so "rebellious," then that old man doesn't know me as well he claims he does). I know it's hard for you to sit still and listen to what I'm saying, and maybe half my words go through one ear and out the other but you still try⁠—if the concentrated furrow between your brows is anything to go by⁠—and that means the world to me.

I can't say I'm too certain about how I feel about you. At least, I was certain at some point: you're the greatest friend I could ask for. Then there are times when you look at me in that way, and I can't tell if you're only teasing. You probably are, but hells, I'd be lying if I said that didn't make me feel something.

I doubt it matters much how I feel. For one as perceptive as you are, you sure wouldn't know a hint if it slapped you in the face. I suppose that's part of your charm.

[midnightwins22]

TMNT 2012 Thoughts and Rankings

Hey everyone. I am finally finished with TMNT 2012 and now I see why everyone considers it like the best interaction of TMNT. Now for me personally, Rise of the TMNT well forever hold a special place in my heart because it was the show that made me fell in love with the turtle boys in the first place. With that being said, TMNT 2012 is for sure up there as far as one of my favorite cartoons. I'm just going to give some briefs thoughts and do some rankings

I'll be honest and say that it took me a while to get into the show. It is drastically different then Rise but I can honestly say that as the series went on, I actually liked some aspects of the show better then Rise. Like how it balances both the silliness and the seriousness (though it gets down right disturbing at times in Seasons 3 and 4). I would say that my favorite season is season 4 as I really loved the space arc and just the final episodes with the Super Shredder. My least favorite season is probably Season 1, though I really don't like the farmhouse arc in the first part of Season 3

If I was to rank who is my favorite turtle from this series, I would have to say that it would be Mikey. He is just down right adorable in this. His friendships with Leatherhead and Ice Cream Kitty are some of the cutest things I have ever seen. Not to mentioned that he pretty much the best lines. Raph is defintely a close second for me, though he did get on my nerves at times with his anger issues (I know that is part of his character but I really wished he wasn't so mean to Mikey as I think they have the best brotherly relationship of the whole show). Leo is third because I got tired of his self-sacrificing/ hero complex nonsense after a while, though I do think his character got better once the second half of season 3 came. Donnie is last because of his constant obession with April and just the constant bickering with Casey. Donnie however does have some funny lines and I really like when he and Mikey are paired up together (B-team sumpremacy)

I just wanted to share some of my thoughts on the TMNT 2012 and hopefully, in the future, I will make a post comparing some of the TMNT 2012 and Rise of the TMNT characters

[musekicker]

Puss seeing death enjoying something that isn’t all edgy

The afternoon found the trio of team friendship taking a traveling break. A small meadow that they had happened upon seemed like the best place to rest. Though Perrito was doing the opposite of resting and rolling in the grass and down a hill.

He reached the bottom of the hill for the third time, giggling, before calling out to the two cats.

"Puss! Kitty! Join me!" he cried.

"I think we're fine over here." Kitty said.

Perrito started back up the hill.

"Okay. Oh! How about you Death?" Perrito asked.

Kitty and Puss looked behind them and indeed Death was standing there. Though both were slightly startled, neither were concerned.

Death had started showing up sporadically during their travels. This especially being the case since the relationship between Puss, Kitty, and Death had becomes something more close. 

Both Kitty and Death were romantic partners to Puss, while Death and Kitty had bonded as good friends at this point. That did not mean Death would not disappear for days at a time before showing up randomly.

It was him just keeping to his job. And considering Death could very much handle himself, no one really worried too much. Kitty and Puss just wished he wouldn't just show up behind them like that.

Death grinned slightly. Puss and Kitty suspected partly because he had startled them yet again, but also as response to Perrito's question.

"No thank you. But you have fun for all of us." Death said.

Death sat down next to Puss and Kitty as Perrito went to roll down the hill once more. The Death lowered his head close to Puss enough that Puss could lightly bonk his head against Death's. One of a cats way of showing love.

"Have your travels been as peaceful as this since I was nearby last?" Death asked.

"Not always. There was that storm two days ago where we had to take shelter in a cave." Puss said.

"Said cave had a bear in it." Kitty added in. "Not the talking animal kind you could try and reason with either."

"I'm going to assume since everyone is here unharmed that you all found a way to handle it?" Death asked.

"Distracted it with food and we got out of there while it was eating." Kitty said.

Death nodded.

"A smart move." he said.

Perrito came trotting over to the trio, done with rolling down the hill. 

"You look as if you really got into the hill rolling." Kitty said, picking a piece of loose grass off the top of Perrito's head.

Death noted that there were now green stains on the white parts of Perrito's fur.

"Maybe a little too much. The grass has turned you a bit green, Perrito." Death said.

Perrito glanced down to see Death was correct. Then he shrugged.

"That's okay. I like the color green." Perrito said.

Death smiled.

"I'm glad you can find the silver lining in that. Being white furred, I know how various stains can stand out. Grass stains don't even look intimating, unlike blood or... well, you get the idea." Death said, quickly censoring himself a bit realizing that maybe the mortals he loved did not want to hear the gory details about his job.

"Maybe a good time to change the subject." Kitty added in 

"I know the best way to change the subject." Perrito said. "Random question time. Ummm.. hmm... I know! Death, what's your favorite living thing?"

"A interesting question. Yes, tell us Death, what's your favorite living thing?" Puss asked.

Death smirked.

"Do you think I'm going to say it's you? Because you are not." Death said.

Puss feigned as if he were wounded, putting a paw to his heart.

"My ego may never recover. Seriously though, what is it?" Puss asked.

Death's expression turned more thoughtful.

"Mushrooms." Death answered.

That had not been the expected answer. It was unexpected enough that Kitty and Puss didn't have a answer for that at first. It was Perrito who spoke next.

"Why is that exactly?" Perrito asked.

Death shrugged ever so slightly.

"I have many reasons for why. But I think the biggest reason is that they can grow and thrive in rot." Death said. "There is something... poetic about that."

"Huh, I had not thought of them that way." Puss said.

"I suppose when one exists as long as I have that they have plenty of time to thing of these things." Death said.

It was a small moment, with a very small bit of information from the personification of Death. But it was a moment not forgotten by the other three. And it was because of this, whenever they saw mushrooms now, they thought of Death.

[punkclowngod]

hi i’m back lol, haven’t killed myself if anyone wondered, just uh… idk been procrastinating? was feeling awful at first, then better, then great, then meh, now i’m kinda good

little life updates:

got a new kitty, his name is Bingo, i love him

my DC special interest only got worse, i am LOST, i’ve read over 500 comics in the last month and a half and it’s all i ever think and talk about lmao (i can quote so many Jason lines, it’s become a problem)

my sibling got top surgery yesterday and i am SO jealous

didn’t go through with my hysterectomy and instead i’ll just stay on pills

got new tattoo, it’s a clown dog :•>

started being able to go out and go to new places all by myself which is great for my brain but awful for my wallet lmao

got a new friend! then i started ghosting them and now i feel too bad to reach out to them again

seriously, DC is consuming my soul and bank account, send help, i keep quoting Jason all the fucking time and i’m pretty sure i’m driving everyone around me crazy but they don’t want to admit it, and also bcuz i know bunch of lines from Arkham Knight i also by default learn some of Joker’s and i HATE it i don’t want to quote that fake clown but i can’t stop myself. at this point saying “is that what you think this is about? your letting me die?[etc]” is as much as a vocal stim as making weird sounds (on top of “turn around. […] what’s the matter? lost for words? i expected more… i’m hurt.” and “I CAN FIX IT!” and other things), like for real i can’t stop.

comic con was fucking awesome, my sibling and i are going to go as Nightwing and Red Hood next year (why is every dysfunctional sibling dynamic in media always fits us so well? them, the eldest, prodigal, favorite, big older sibling energy, me youngest/middle child, troublemaker, loud, estranged. fr we watch Arcane or read anything with Jason and Dick and we’re just like… yeah that’s us). i bought a really cool Red Hood leather jacket and plan on buying the Nightwing one for my sibling this christmas so we can match. also i made crowbar earrings for my cosplay and yes i think i’m very funny

i got a button maker and it’s super fun

idk what else, once again DC is consuming my entire being and it’s very draining lmao

oh yeah i got two helix piercings

and i went to pride, it was super fun, can’t wait for next year already

and yeah i turned twenty in june and i’ve been coping with that the best i could lol

so yeah i’m easing back into social media, might not be very active still, idk, all i do everyday is read comics, replay Arkham Knight, quote Jason, and rn helping my sibling with their surgery recovery and trying not to be too jealous lol

sorry if i missed anything important, i hope everyone’s doing well, and uh.. yeah! idk if i’m gonna come back again, i’ve been pretty good rn and i know i get triggered often when i go online so i’ll be more careful now so i might log in more occasionally instead of obsessively!

missed you guys! <3

[squids-and-jellyfish]

The Phantom Thief

decided to try first person with this one. It's different but picks up in the same spot

part 9

Once I was finished buying my seeds, i headed back home with the tiny kitten in my arms. Carrying this precious baby made the walk seem much longer than usual. As I went under the town arch way an odd feeling ran through me. I had to much to do when I got home but sopmething felt very off.  My instintcs told me to turn around and run back to the safety of the small quirkly town. and yet I find  myself taking a step forward, and another. The trees along the path growing larger and looming down on me, the sun turning into darkness. Surely that cant be the case. Almostt back to the farm i swear I can see glowing eyes watching me as I go. Then up ahead like the light at the end of a tunnel the cabin comes in to view. And then the feeling is gone. 

“here we go kitty its okay. See we are home. Its not much but do you like it?” Holding the little guy up to look around. “ theres plenty of room for you to run around and play.” “Meow!” he purrs in affirmation, rubbing his face against mine before pushing out of my arms jumping to ground and running straight to the front door. A bell jingles and chimes as he pats is back and forth on the steps. Huh where did that come from? On my porch pinched in his claws is a silver bell tied around a purple envelope.  My heart drops and my breath catches. Oh no.  Not another letter. Snatching it up tearing at the paper like air, my feet overed in purple confetti. 

“I hope you like your gift! I thought it might be nice to give you something instead of always taking. 

Ps. I attached a bell for his collar. I like to think of it as a necklace though.

-The Phantom Thief”

What the fuck? This psycho broke into my home, went through my things, pretended to steal my jewelry and now has given me a cat. Who even does that? A crazy person that's who.  I could call for the police but what would I say,  hi officer yes I'd like to form a complaint that someone gave me a cat. Yeah that would go over so well. 

Wiping my brow from sweat and dirt I admire the job I've done. My pumpkin rows more of a zigzag that straight lines, the stakes for the eggplants all leaning at an angle but one. I made an attempt to create a design with the corn that came out like something a child would scribble. But it was done. I did pretty decent for someone who doesn't have a clue what they're doing. Fake it till you make it or whatever. More like fake it till you fail it. The last 2 seasons of produce I've tried to grow have ended up being small and flavorless. 

Trailing behind me the kitten jingles as I enter the cabin. He rams into the back of my ankles when I come to a dead stop just inside the threshold.  All the clothes scattered across the floor, neatly folded and sitting on the now made bed. The sink is clean from the days old dirty dishes. A bouquet of sunflowers in a vase sitting in the middle of the table. You mean to tell me I've had a vase this entire time. Wow I don't think this place has ever been this clean, even since before I moved in. I locked the door before taking yet another purple envelope,  this time clipped to a flower, and opening it. 

“You looked so beautiful this morning. I thought a pretty girl deserves pretty flowers.

-TPT”

Did this creep know they were my favorite or was this just a lucky guess. This whole day has been a roller-coaster. Up and down. I feel like I should search if something is missing but honestly I don't think I'd even be able to tell. They did say that they were giving today not taking so I'm sure it fine. And if it's not, I'm too tired to care. 

“what should your name be, I'm thinking maybe Oliver? Do you like that?” he comes and rubs his body around my feet weaving between them. “Okay let's try it out. Oliver. Oliver. Yeah that sounds good.” Now it's decided, I'll head to bed. 

In my pajamas sitting in bed, watching little Oliver play on the floor I glance at my clothes creating a new pile at the food of them bed. Great now I feel like shit for making a mess in my own home. Though I feel more like a guest here. I play with the thought of leaving for my new “house keeper” but nah that's rude. I should clean it up incase they come back and it angers this, stalker. That is what you'd call them right? My eyes wander the room, taking in the potential this place has. I never really noticed it before. With a little personalization it does have a certain charm to it. They settle on a pink food and water set on the ground next to the kitchenette. My eyes pop as realization hits me like smack to the head. “You're a girl! Well Oliver won't due in that case. Hmmm,” tapping my chin as I think to myself. What's a good name for a girl? Observing her features, she's almost white with a brown face and blue crossed eyes, a siamese.  “What about we drop the R and make it Olive? “meow meow!” 

[scarletsaphire]

✨🎀🎈💞💥🎙️💌💌💌

No those three at the end aren't a mistake, I know you have lots of WIPs and I wanna hear about them (insert activethreat emote)

✨-What's a fic you've posted you wish you could breathe life into again and have people talking about it? (or simply a fic you wish got more credit):

Hmm. I'd say Ten Lives (The One Worth Living) but I think I might be biased and just want to talk about my Johnny, Kitty, and Shadow ideas more. I like them a Very Normal Amount I prommy.

🎀-give yourself a compliment about your own writing

There's a post that I've seen plenty times before that I think about all the time that goes something along the lines of "I'm having creative ideas above my skill level!" or something like that, for when you have a great idea but just don't know how to execute it the way you want. I legitimately feel where I am at a point where that isn't an issue for me with my writing? I think most ideas I can execute within the general sphere of what I want them to be; I might not always like them, and they might not always be what I consider "good," but they are comparable to the original idea.

🎈-describe your style as a writer; is it fixed? does it change?

It tends to change based on the type of thing I'm writing. And how much sleep I get. I like a lot of shorter sentences, followed by one long rambling one for most kinds of prose, since most of my prose is an ooo ouch my bones type of prose. It does change all the time though, so that might be different in a few months. It certainly wasn't what I preferred until like, August.

💞-what's the most important part of a story for you? the plot, the characters, the worldbuilding, the technical stuff (grammar etc), the figurative language

hm. augh. mm. thats a toughy! I'm going to say worldbuilding, because I often find myself more interested in the worldbuilding that the Actual Story I'm Trying To Write (its why a 30k first draft of a novel is fitting, completely unfinished, in my google drive. The current guys suck. I want the old ones. But the old ones only work as history for the new guys. Its sad.)

💥-find your least kudos'd fic - say something wonderful about it.

I'm ngl I completely thought it was gun safe but First Concert! It's a pretty short one, but it does what I sought out to accomplish; combine Dora and Ember's interests in a way that illustrates their differences but also shows that they're much more similar than you'd think.

🎙️-which one of your fics would you like someone to make a pod-fic of?

I have literally never put thought into that ever. If I had to choose, probably All In The Name Of Love or Strength of the Past And Weights of The Present, mostly because they're my favorites.

Welcome to WIP hell! See, you'd think that it would be a problem, having two of my WIPS be EI so I can't talk about them, and one being one you know so much about already. You might think that would hinder me somehow, in being able to tell you about them. YOU'D THINK!!

💌- share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

Chapter 2 Of Cover Blown: I love pitch pearl man, I really do, and with what I'm planning for this one I think it is going to be about as good as my pitch pearl can get (Dreamwalker excluded dw). I love putting guys in situations, especially when those situations involve bad injuries and babbled confessions.

Speaking of Dreamwalker, I'll add this here too, because while you might know a lot, I always have more. I love how I'm writing the ghosts, just across the board. They are all pieces of shit in the Funniest Way, especially since Danny is a whole ass child right now. You're scheming about a nine year old babes, calm down. He hasn't even lost all his baby teeth yet.

As for the last one, I'm going to put it under a read more. TW for bugs and Danny rotting, but its ok he's fine with it.

Bug Boi (title to be changed later) has been shelved indefinitely for. Many reasons! I have. So much to write. Bug Boi is, for those who do not know. Where I put as many bugs into the boy as possible. He loses organ privileges and instead becomes the landlord for a hoard of different bugs. He loves them, and they love him, and when they die (as bugs often do) they give him their little bug souls as a thank you so he because More Bug.

Anyway, I recently learned about the scorpion fly, who looks like this:

It is so cool, and has recently (idk how recently) been seen in forensic entomology, meaning that I can put these fuckers into Danny's eye sockets or esophagus or wherever else and be. Not technically wrong!! I have no idea if Bug Boi will ever be taken off of my list of to be written, but if nothing else it gives for me a place to put bugs.

[kimberly-stocks]

20 Questions Fanfiction edition

@ernestonlysayslovelythings tagged me, thank you.

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

5

2. What’s your total ao3 word count?

100.270

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Gilmore Girls now (but I've written for Young Justice, Harry Potter, X-Men: Evolution, and How to train your dragon in the past)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Since I only have 5 on AO3, all of them are gonna be on this list haha 1. Things I'd never say (283 kudos)

2. Let the games begin (204)

3. Time to party (137)

4. Great last parting lines (43)

5. Warm welcome (3)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do. I love the direct interraction option AO3 offers. Because you can start a conversation, and some other people can comment on other's comments. It's fun. On FF you can only reply to a comment via private message, and it's nice, but doesn't feel the same.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don't really write angsty fics, because I don't like to read them. A happy ending is a must for me.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Probably Insecurities for Young Justice, it had a very cute epilogue.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I don't, thank God. But I got a comment once on Let the games begin on FF from this guest user saying they hated it, because it turned out to be a Jess/Rory fic and they are cousins, so the smut is gross because they are related. And I was like, dude, it said in the description that it's a smutty Jess/Rory fic, what did you expect? *facepalm*

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I do. A very descriptive one. I know some people don't like it, but my personal preference in reading smut is the more descriptive and detailed, the better. So, I guess I'm writing what I'd like to read myself.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve ever written?

I don't. It seems like a lot of work, and I would also have to have a vast knowledge in both universes to write a believable crossover. But I had an idea once for a crossover between How to train your dragon and Harry Potter. Like Hiccup and the gang get into Hogwarts, what houses they would be sorted into and stuff like that, it was fun to think about.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No. Although I published a story for XME that I initially wrote in my native language a long time ago in a notepad. And a few years later I found that notepad, translated the story into English and posted it. Does that count?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! My first ever American friend was a FF user who commented on my story. I replied, we started texting, became fast friends, and soon after were writing a story together. First, just for fun, and then for posting. It was such a great experience!

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

I don't know really... Now I'm super invested in Jess/Rory, but I was really into Lance/Kitty (XME), and Wally/Artemis (YJ). I can't choose. Maybe Wally/Artemis, because I've written for them the most?

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I don't think I have any. I only have one WIP in the works, which is Things I'd never say, and I am determined to finish it.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I don't know. Is that even for me to decide? I like writing inner monologue, I like diving into a character's thought process. Also, I'm better at one-shots than multi-chaptered fics.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Developing an overall plot for a long story. Also, English is not my first language, so oftentimes I struggle with the word choice. And I also think I don't follow this rule of 'show, not tell' very well. I feel like there are a lot of things I tell in my story rather than showing them, but I'm trying to work on that.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I think it can get really confusing, especially if an author doesn't give a translation immidiately after inserting that into the text. Not all of the readers speak that language.

19. First fandom you ever wrote for?

X-Men: Evolution, but I didn't publish it. It was just in my notepad. The first one I posted for was Harry Potter.

20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

Probably Things I'd never say. It's my most thought out and planned and edited story. And it's also the most commented on with the most kudos. And it's the longest one. So I'm trying to live my dream of writing a multi-chaptered fic.

[noneedtoamputate]

Hello! For the BoB ask game! I hope you’re having a wonderful day!

2. Is there a character you liked/disliked at first, but then changed opinion on throughout the show?

3. When did you first watch the show?

4. If you could pick three characters to be on your zombie apocalypse team, who would they be and why?

6. If you had to pick only one episode as your favourite, which one would it be?

7. What’s your favourite quote from the show?

8. How did you find out about the show?

9. Is there a character you think is very underrated or that you think people should show more love to? Who and why?

10. Would you ever do the same thing the boys did if you got the chance? Why/why not?

11. What’s your favourite location from the show?

12. What do you think your army nickname would be if you were in it?

14. How many pairs of socks would you bring to Bastogne? [Because, as they say, socks are important!]

17. Did the 101st Airborne need saving in Bastogne?

18. If you had to be named after one of the boys, who would it be and why?

19. What song [beside the original scores] do you connect the most with the show?

20. If you have a(ny) ship(s) when it comes to the show, which one(s) is your absolute favourite?

Sorry there’s so many lol but like I tell everyone, I’m super curious! Have fun answering these (if you’d like)!

Whew, let me see if I can answer all of these!

Hmm, I think when I first watched the show, I didn't like Speirs. I was 20, and I saw the world in black or white and I didn't fully understand the positions the men were in (and I understand that I still don't, since I have never been in combat.) He's since become one of my favorite characters.

3. I first watched the show when it came out in 2021. My family are huge history buffs (my dad and my brother are social studies teachers, and I ended up majoring in history for my undergraduate degree.) I've seen lots of war movies, been to battle sites, etc., so I was very excited to see the miniseries.

4. This is a tough one. I would pick Shifty because I would need a sniper. I would pick Spiers because I would need someone fearless who accepts he is already dead. Finally, I think I would pick Lip, because he's a great solider, and great leader, and he would also keep my morale and focus up.

5. I would pick Speirs. I wouldn't want to commit any war crimes, but I would love to experience the fearlessness he exudes on screen.

6. The Breaking Point kills me every time I watch it. You get the sense of comradery and loss all in one.

7. "What's a guy gotta do to die around here?" - Joe Toye. But during this recent rewatch, I've really connected with Skip Muck. I love when Don asks him where he's been, and Skip answers, "Well, Don, I was at home in Tonawanda, but then Hitler started this whole thing, so now I'm here." Skip's sarcastic sense of humor is very similar to my own.

8. I think I just heard about it from all the promos at the time of its release.

9. Chuck Grant

10. I would love to go skydiving one day, but I don't have an interest in being in the military or in combat.

11. I love the scenes at Camp Toccoa and The Eagle's Nest.

12. Maybe Jack (part of my previous last name) or Bookie (I would be the one with a book during break time.)

14. ALL THE SOCKS. My feel are always freezing! I would leave the cigarettes and trade for them with all the socks I brought.

15. Okay, so this may be unpopular. They didn't NEED saving, but it sure was nice Patton's boys showed up when they did, right? I don't need my husband to make me coffee in the morning either, but I'm not going to turn that down.

18. I think maybe Johnny Martin, so it be almost impossible to find my on social media sites.

19, My current WIP is called Everything Beautiful Thing, a line from In the Aeroplane Over the Sea by Neutral Milk Hotel. The song has a quality that I am striving for in the story.

20. I am open to all ships, but i think one underrated one is Harry and Kitty, and I would love to see more fiction featuring them. The man carried his spare chute and stole Hitler's silverware for her!

[yourdeepestfathoms]

if not by blood, then siblings by bloodshed (part three)

pour one out for all the German Shepherd lovers

TW: Blood and gore, violence, animal violence, animal death, death, mentions of past abuse, vomiting

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Run For Your Life

“Joey, I’m tired....”

It’s been a day since the experience in the town- a day worth of no rest and even more walking, not even stopping to sleep at night, and only then was Joan realizing how unwell her young companion looked.

Kitty’s face was ashen and her dull eyes were half-lidded. Exhaustion is etched all over her expression. She clung tightly to Joan’s hand as they walked. Who knows how much longer she would be able to go on before she keels over.

“I don’t know how much farther we have...” Joan said, “Would you like it if I carried you? Maybe that would help?”

Kitty nodded and Joan carefully picked her up. Her knees wobbled when she stood back up; it’s not that Kitty was heavy, quite the opposite, actually, but her legs were so sore that the extra weight put even more of a strain on her, weakening them. Still, she pushed forward, not letting her own fatigue overcome her.

When buildings finally came into view around the bend, it was a huge relief. The sky had been growing darker and the only thing that could make the growing uneasy even worse was if they had ominous shadows cast over their faces.

A ruined village stands before them. Half-crumpled buildings stood around in disarray, long destroyed by wind and rain and other weather effects. A few were still intact, like the one Joan chose to take refuge in. The bed inside was dusty, but held strong, so Joan gently sets Kitty down.

“Mmmmm...” The little girl moaned softly. Joan gently strokes back her sweaty bangs.

“Shh,” She murmured, “You’re in a bed, Kit. Try to sleep, okay? I’m going to go find some food and water.”

Kitty nodded and shut her eyes again. Mercy hops down from Joan’s head to watch over her as Joan went back outside.

As much as she didn’t want to, Joan knew she would have to hunt again. Kitty must have been dehydrated and hungry- the best thing for her right now was food and water, and Joan had to get that for her.

However, her task was cut off by a horrible, guttural noise from nearby.

Joan new exactly what it was.

There wasn't a human being alive on the planet who didn’t know what that sound was.

Joan paused, scanning the buildings with uncertainty and- she had to admit- a certain morbid fascination. She’d been standing there listening, almost mesmerized, for a good three minutes now. It just didn't stop.

But listening in on it- on the grunting heaves and grotesque plops of half-liquid matter hitting mud that followed- felt oddly invasive, like she was watching two people have sex. Feeling a twinge of discomfort, Joan moved away from her spot, stepping quietly as she made her way over to dingy mound of bricks that used to be someone’s house. What she found almost sent her sprinting back to the building where Kitty was, scooping her up, and hightailing it out of those ruins.

“Oh god...”

A small chest sat upturned in a mess of blood splatters and debris in the middle of the house, although it was what was sticking out of it that made Joan’s gut truly twist in disgust. A pair of naked legs, wizened and bruised, protruded stiffly from the broken lid. There was no point in leaning down to check on the state of the body- only a blind man could possibly mistake it for being anything but dead.

Joan stood back, pressing the rough fabric of her collar to her lips. It wasn't the first dead body she had seen since her life was flipped upside down, but it wasn't any more pleasant than the bloodied corpses she’d been lying in the day before. At least those had been in daylight, and an obvious victim of the plague that was apparently now spreading through the country. This one looked more like a murder victim. Between the grisly discovery and the retching noises from somewhere beyond, Joan almost felt as though she'd stepped straight into a crime scene.

She swallowed heavily and turned back towards the sounds.

A body meant that some monster must have been here, but those retching noises were too human to belong to one of those “Hellhounds”. That meant that whatever was in here was a person, and if they'd been here for whatever had gone down in this village, maybe they were hurt. She had to see if they were alright.

Hesitantly, Joan followed the sounds with her hand on the grip of her axe.

A few stray beams of waning sunlight glowed over the hunched form in front of her- whoever it was, they had been crouching behind a broken wall in a stew of mud, perhaps having been in too much of a hurry to empty their stomach to find a cleaner spot. Or be concerned about anything, for that matter. Flabby, pale skin flashed in the light from where they peeked out from under their owner’s shirt, and above that lay a twitching expanse of blue and white. Even in the dimness, Joan could see how the figure was quaking, convulsions rippling through its whole body as it continued to cough into the mud.

Joan’s first impulse was to recoil- as if the less-than-appealing rear view she'd just been treated to hadn't been enough, the thoughts from her first few minutes in the town had come flooding back into her mind. Not even a crazy man could look at ruined, empty streets and buildings that had been full of people a short five years before and not wonder what had happened.

The figure shifted, the unpleasant sounds trailing off into a series of wet coughs as it lifted its head and turned to squint into the light, a mixture of nausea and trepidation sculpted onto the pale, shaven features. Then the coughing became a groan. Perhaps of relief, that the thing poking its head in from around the corner was another human being and not a creature from the plague, or perhaps of disgust and revulsion at being discovered in the middle of such a humiliating activity and at the intrusive light piercing the cramped darkness.

It was a man.

A young, somewhat corpulent man, dressed in brown pants and a green shirt, with tufts of brown hair (now plastered flat against his forehead in perspiration) swept out of his chocolate eyes. Probably somewhere in his twenties, though much older than Joan.

A man.

Not a monster.

Joan relaxed, the sour, nervous prickle that had started to tweak her insides subsiding into relief.

Relief that further faded into discomfort as the pale face turned away from her in favor of heaving into the mud again. There was a liquidy gurgle accompanying it this time, and Joan almost considered muttering a hasty apology and turning to leave him be when the figure finally spoke, in a breathless and strained voice that ran out of steam towards the end, leaving the final word a gasp of pitiful breath.

“I-it wasn’t me... I didn’t do it!”

Grasping the wall, Joan leaned back in, feeling her brows rise to a peak. As disgusting as the display before her was, she could feel very little but sympathy for this poor man.

“Do what?” She asked, although even as she spoke, her thoughts were drifting to the body in the other broken down house.

“I... I didn’t do anything. I swear,” Pleaded the stranger, still leaning over in the mud as though worried there might be more coming up. "She was like this when I got here..."

He choked again, spitting something into the mud with a grimace.

It was hardly the ideal time for an introduction, but Joan found herself giving one anyway. Mostly because she had no idea what to say on the subject of what this guy here had or hadn't done.

“My, uh, my name's Joan,” She offered amiably, and was rewarded with a horrible, retching belch in return that made her resolve falter somewhat. She finished with an unsure tone. "...Joan Meutas."

“Uhm... George,” Croaked the stranger weakly.

Joan nodded slowly.

“George...” She said softly as the poor man's vomiting resumed, keeping her tone quiet. She was pretty sure the last thing anybody wanted while they were sick was someone barging in and loudly demanding answers. "Who's that dead guy in the chest?"

“I didn’t do it!” George moaned miserably. “I swear, I didn’t kill anybody!”

That hadn't been what Joan asked, but she thought better of repeating herself and just stood there by the broken wall, shifting slightly and listening to the ongoing symphony of the man’s guts emptying themselves.

“Well...” She said, thinking of the body in the other room, mere yards from where George had thrown himself down to be sick. When she had come around the corner, this man had been completely vulnerable. If it had been a dog creeping behind him instead of Joan, George would have been caught with his pants down. Literally. "I guess this place isn't too safe... What happened here, anyway?"

“Uh... I don’t know. I’m not even from this country. Passing through for business for my sister...” George explained, “That body...scared the hell out of me. Or my lunch.”

Joan hummed sympathetically, which she almost found weird given the large and very obvious age gap between them.

George has finally stopped heaving. He leaned back, wiped his mouth, grimaced at the mess he had made, then stood up.

“Sorry,” He said. “That was...” He doesn’t finish that statement, instead turning it into a light joke, “If my sister caught me like this she’d be pulling on my hair.”

Joan cracked a slight smile. She notices that George is scanning her over, probably wondering why she was out there all alone, but before he could actually ask, a deep rumbling shook the whole ground. Joan staggered a little, placing one hand on the broken wall for balance.

“Oh no...” George muttered. Joan looks over at him worriedly. The rumbling sounds get louder.

“What?”

“They’re here.”

With horrifying timing, the ground several meters away broke open and an infestation of black came out in dark waves.

Joan screams. George grabs her arm and tries to pull her to a lopsided house, but she resists.

“My friend!” She cried, “I have to get my friend!”

“What?!”

Joan doesn’t bother answering him- she beelines for the house where Kitty is, noticing several cracks forming in the dirt as she did so. George follows her and they burst into the building, scrambling to slam the door shut behind them.

“Are you crazy?!” George yelled. “You could have gotten us both killed!”

“You didn’t have to follow me!” Joan said.

“What kind of adult would I be if I let you run around during an infestation?” George snaps back.

“Joey?”

Joan and George both turned around sharply. Kitty is sitting up on the bed, holding Mercy to her chest and looking very curious.

“What’s going on? What are those noises? Who’s that?” She asked, her age making her unaware of the danger around her.

“This is George,” Joan introduced quickly. “George, this is Kitty. The cat’s Mercy.”

“Hello. WE NEED TO GO.” George said. “Grab your friend- we can climb up onto the roof from this hole.”

Joan obeys, quickly scooping Kitty up into her arms as George manages to clamber up onto the roof from a hole in the ceiling. He grabs Kitty when Joan passes her up, then helps hoist the teenager up. There, they all set their eyes upon the sea of black surrounding them.

There had to be hundreds of them. They all had the same jet black, patchy fur, so black they nearly melted into the darkness of night. Their eyes, however, were as white as a blind man’s- glazed and foggy, but something told Joan they didn’t need to see to track a person down.

“Oh god,” George muttered.

“That’s a lot of rats!” Kitty said helpfully.

“What do we do?” Joan asked.

“Nothing,” George said, sitting down heavily.

“What?” Joan’s eyes widened. “We can’t just sit here!”

“We have to. They don’t like light, but we have no fire. If we had meat we could distract them long enough to run, but we don’t have that either.” George explained, “There’s no choice but to wait until morning.”

Joan’s heart sank. She looked around desperately, praying to find something to help them, but there was nothing.

“Where did they come from?” She eventually asked, sitting down. Kitty scuttles into her arms and she holds her close to her chest.

“Don’t know,” George answered honestly. “They just...appeared one day. The church thinks it’s a warning from God. Doesn’t sound too unlikely. What kind of normal rats could come out of the ground like that?”

Joan nodded slowly. She stared fearfully down at the rats scuttling around on the ground, squeaking and hissing. They smelled of bloody mud and rot.

“So,” George spoke up again, trying to make idle conversation to lighten the tense mood, “What are two kids walking about all alone for?”

“We’re trying to find Catherine of Aragon.” Joan answered him, but her voice was slightly distant. An idea has sparked in her mind.

George whistled. “You’ve got awhile to go, kid. You still have to cross the canal to get to the mainland.” He pauses. The rats shriek wildly below. “Tell you what: Once morning comes, you both can come with me to the nearby port. The ship there will take you to my sister’s kingdom in France. She can help you out further.”

Joan nods slowly. She cups the back of Kitty’s head, pressing her face into her neck, then sits back further, trying to get comfortable on that old, rickety roof.

“Where is this port?” She asked.

“A few more miles north,” George nods in the direction of a nearby path. “We’ll follow that road and you’ll see a tower by the bay. The ship should be there.”

Joan nodded once more, thanked George for his generosity, then kicked him off of the building.

Saying the rats surrounded him was an understatement- their movements weren’t thought out, there was no moment of inspection or a hesitation to sniff; it was just a feral instinct within, a primal need to feed and, all at once, they snapped around, no matter how far or how close, and swarmed George.

The rats literally pile on top of each other, becoming one huge writhing black mass as they push and shove to get to the man. And, when they did, they began biting and gnawing and chewing the flesh off of his body while he was still screaming.

To his credit, George does put up a fight. He gets to his knees, swatting and slapping all over as if he were on fire, but his efforts were in vain. There were much to many rats and, once they tunneled into his stomach, tore his eyes out and stuck their snouts into the sockets, clawed open his throat, dug through his organs, pulled him to pieces, he was no match for their talons and teeth.

Joan watched this all, still reeling from her action, but she knew it had to be done. In the end, all that mattered in the world was her and Kitty; everybody else were mere lambs to the slaughter- a body waiting to be sacrificed, whether they wanted to die or not.

Joan leapt off of the building and ran as fast as she could. Instantly, pain ignited in her legs, and she swore she could hear her muscles singing in agony. Or, perhaps, it was just the ringing in her ears or the delusions of an exhausted young girl.

She was literally running for her life, she realized. This wasn’t like the escape from London- somehow, there was a more underlying terror that came with running away from man-eating rats than man himself. Due to this, Joan felt as if she had wings. Despite her legs pulsing in an intense pain that felt as though all her tendons were being pulled apart, she thought she was faster than usual.

It was probably the adrenaline.

In her arms, Kitty and Mercy clung desperately to her shirt, both of their nails digging in. The extra weight didn’t seem to bother her- the adrenaline rush gave her strength she didn’t know she had. If she weren’t worried about being eaten alive by rodents, then she might have marveled at her ability to run while carrying a seven-year-old and a hairless cat.

Unfortunately, fight or flight doesn’t last forever, and the full extent of her overexertion hit her like a steel mace to her knees. Suddenly, the ground is rushing up to meet her, Kitty is crying out, Mercy makes a startled warble, and there’s dirt in her mouth.

Joan lays dazed on the road like a broken doll, blinking blearily up at the twinkling stars above. Their glow bleeds together into a big silver smear that paints the night sky. In a weird sort of way, it’s almost beautiful.

“Joey!”

Kitty is shaking her back and forth. There’s fear in her voice.

“Joey, come on! Get up! Th-they’re coming!”

Joan groans softly. Her awareness wavers and she momentarily dips into complete darkness. Sleep sounded so nice right now...

“JOAN!!!”

It isn’t Kitty’s shriek that makes Joan snap up, rather the feral growl coming from the woods around them.

Joan sits up, her eyes bulging as she stares at the golden orbs peering out from the underbrush. First a paw emerges, then the leg, and finally the Hellhound slinks out into the open.

It looks like a German Shepherd, except for the twin pieces of gold shoved in its skull. It walks smoothly on its razor claws, stepping onto the path only a few yards away from Joan and Kitty. Nostrils flaring, it sniffs the air. Its tail lashes.

Mercy leaps down in front of the girls. He arches his spine, hissing lowly. If he had fur it would be standing on end.

The Hellhound snarls. Bunching it’s hind legs, it lunges forward. Mercy lunges, too, and narrowly misses the beast’s foaming jaws. He slides when he lands, hisses, then rakes his claws across the dog’s soft nose when it attempts to bite him. Blood spurts from the deep wound and the Hellhound whines like a puppy would, but Mercy has no pity for the thing. He brings his claws to the nose again and again until chunks come off and a nasty hole is left on the snout.

The Hellhound yowls, tottering backwards, then swipes its front legs at Mercy. One paw catches the cat and pins him to the ground. The black claws are so close to his throat.

Joan didn’t think another adrenaline rush was possible with her so exhausted, but she quickly found herself up on her feet and and cleaving her axe down onto the Hellhound’s neck.

The beast howls. It releases Mercy and whips around to attack Joan, only to get the head of an axe slamming directly into its eyes. The blade cuts straight through the eyeballs, gushing fluids out all over its snout, and gets lodged in its skull. When pulling does nothing to help, Joan kicks the thing in the neck and her axe jars free. She then promptly swung again and doesn’t stop swinging until the Hellhound’s head came off. Only then does she lower the axe and let herself breathe.

Mercy blinks up at her. He whacked the Hellhound’s snout one final time, then jumped onto Joan’s shoulder. They return to Kitty, who is still frozen in her spot.

“You killed the puppy...” She whispered.

Joan makes a disgruntled face. She gently rubs the top of Kitty’s head, hoping to cheer her up with the affection.

“It was a bad puppy,” Joan said. “Come on, up you go. There’s just a little further.”

Kitty nodded silently, casting a saddened look at the dead dog before taking Joan’s hand and letting her lead her down the path again.

Hand-in-hand, they walk for two and a half miles before the smell of the sea hits them. When the ocean eventually came into view, Kitty jets forward, startling Joan out of her half-daze (it’s sad that she’s learned how to nap while walking in just a span of a few days).

“Joey! Joey, look! The sea!”

Joan attempts to run after her, but her legs ache in protest, so she just walks as fast as she can without it being excruciating. She smiled when she found the little girl crouched on the rocks along the shore, feeling the chilly water and giggling when the waves spray her with a sprinkle of salty droplets.

“Have you ever seen the ocean before?” Joan asked.

“Uh-uh,” Kitty shook her head. “It’s so much prettier than the pictures!”

“Isn’t it?” Joan chuckles.

She leaves Mercy with Kitty, despite his initial resistance of meows, to let her play and found the tower on her own. It wasn’t like the towers back at London (don’t think about London don’t think about how you’ll never be able to go home again), but it was intact and would shelter them until the ship arrived.

Oh, right. The ship wasn’t even there yet.

Joan clenched her jaw so hard it hurt, but then breathed out the harsh breath. Getting angry wasn’t going to make the boat magically appear; they would just have to wait until it showed up.

(If it even showed up.)

“Kitty,” She called and Kitty came over with Mercy trotting along behind her. “This is where we’re going to be staying for now.”

“Okay,” Kitty nodded. “Do we stay here until mummy shows up?”

There it was. That damn question. Joan didn’t blame Kitty for asking it, but it was still painful to have to hear.

“Umm... Yes.” Joan said, “A boat will come and we’re going to get on it when it does and go to France.”

Kitty huffs and stamped her foot. She seemed to be getting annoyed with how Joan kept putting off the reunion with her mother.

“Why is she there?” She whined, “I want to see mummy now!”

Joan grits her teeth. After sacrificing an innocent man, watching said man get eaten alive by rats, running for her life, and decapitating a dog, she really wasn’t in the mood to hear complaining.

“You’re going to have to wait.” She said, tone stern.

“I don’t wanna wait!” Kitty yelled, “I want mummy NOW!!”

“Shut up, you little devil!” Joan hissed.

“No!!” Kitty shrieked even louder, “You’re mean! I hate you!” She turned and ran into the tower.

Joan pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed heavily. Kitty’s “insult” was but a childish outburst, but her companion saying she hated her, despite it obviously not being true, stung more than she would like to admit.

Shaking her head and looking down at Mercy, she says, “Kids.”

————

Space was probably the best thing for Kitty right now, so Joan explored the tower by herself. Most of the rooms were dusty and old, but some of the furniture was still intact and usable. She ends up claiming a small stone room with a bed, desk, and musty bookshelf full of even mustier books to sleep in and laid there after lighting torches around the spire.

Finally in a relatively-safe place, Joan pulls off her boots, took off her tunic (it reeked and still had chunks of vomit dried on it), and laid down. Getting off her feet was a huge relief and she actually found herself sighing out loud. The pain ebbs and she rests...

A dip in the old mattress caused Joan to jolt up with a gasp. She pawed around for her axe or bow, but a tiny voice halts her.

“You’re really jumpy, Joey.”

Joan froze, then breathed out a soft sigh of relief. It was just Kitty.

“Were you hit?”

The question came out of nowhere. Added with how nonchalant Kitty’s tone was when she said it, it left Joan sputtering in confusion.

Was the torchlight bright enough to reveal the silver and red scars lacing her back? And, if so, how could have Kitty seen them with her back facing away from her?

“I-I-...” She can’t muster up the words to explain or deny or say Kitty was being weird and needed to go to bed.

“Let me introduce you to a hand that won’t hurt you.”

And then Kitty hugged her so gently.

[senditcolton]

The Intimacy of... (28)

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The Intimacy of... “How did you know that?” “Because I know you.”

Three years later…

“Come on, babe,” Brock says, dragging you forward.

“Are you sure Milo and Coolie won’t be mad if we bring home another puppy? I think they might get jealous,” you say as you and Brock reach the front door of the Vancouver SPCA.

“Babe, they’re dogs,” Brock laughs and you lightly slap him on the chest.

“Hey, dogs can get jealous! Because now there’s someone new in the house, getting all the attention that used to belong to them.” Brock lets out another small chuckle and moves forward to wrap his arms around you, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Okay, here’s the deal. We adopt another dog but no one gets special treatment; even share of toys and treats and pets. Okay?”

“I’m holding you to that,” you say, looking up at him. His response is a soft smile as he leans in and presses his lips to yours in a gentle kiss.

“Alright, now, let’s go look for the next member of our family,” he says, opening the door and leading you into the building. You have to stop your heart from fluttering at his words, referring to the two of you as a family. It had been three years and it had been the happiest three years of your life. But every time Brock talked about the pair of you as one, or off-handedly mentioned a future with you, it still made your heart do somersaults in your chest.

The two of you walk into the rescue and are greeted with the cacophony of barking dogs echoing against the walls. You can’t help the smile on your face as you look at the room right in front of the door, where a variety of cats were all lounging in their cat trees, slow blinking their eyes at you. You press your face up to the glass, looking at the beautiful tabby cat in the back corner when you feel Brock’s hands land on your waist.

“The dogs are this way, babe.”

“Hey, let me have my moment with the kitties,” you laugh. Brock doesn’t reply but agrees to your request, letting you stay in front of the cage for a little while, cooing at the cats and reading all their names and descriptions. You can feel his energy behind you, happy and full of love, but you can’t help but notice the ever so subtle anxiety in his actions; like how his fingers tap against your skin and how his eyes constantly bounce from you towards the kennels with the dogs.

You chalk it up to him being excited about meeting the pups and potentially adopting one; after all being nervous and being excited are almost one and the same. You finally lift yourself up, turning towards him and take his hand in yours.

“Let’s go see all the dogs,” you say and Brock almost looks relieved at your words, before he is gently pulling you down the hall, into the large room with the dog kennels all lined up, each containing a smiling face and a wagging tail.

You laugh as you walk up and down the sides of the room, pausing at each cage to say hello to every dog, learning their name and a little more about them. You and Brock take turns pointing out some of your favorites (you both share a laugh at a chocolate lab named Greg, a wonderfully human name for a dog) and you continue to peruse. You think you have your list narrowed down to your two favorites; an Australian Shepheard mix named Oreo and a Great Pyrenees mix named Stella. You are about to tell Brock when you reach the last kennel in the room.

Inside, an adorable reddish-tan dog is playing with a ball, completely ignorant to whatever is happening outside her kennel. You laugh as you watch her bat the toy around the room, it bouncing off the concrete walls and herself quickly running after it. But the one thing you noticed the most were her ears; standing straight up except the very tips of them, which flopped down and bounced every time she walked. You look up at the tag on the front of her kennel to quickly read her name.

“Ivy,” you say and she immediately turns towards you. You are greeted with the biggest doggy smile you’ve seen and the gentlest eyes.

“Hey Ivy,” you say and you see her tail start to wag. She takes a few tentative steps towards the front of the kennel and you kneel down to her level, looking at her through the cage. You talk to her for a few moments, mostly just compliments about how pretty she was and how cute her ears were. You turn your head looking for Brock and see him standing a few feet away in front of another kennel.

“Hey, babe, come here,” you call to him and he immediately turns and walks up to you. You think you see his eyes brighten as soon as he lays eyes on Ivy in front of you and your heart lightens at his reaction, knowing that this might be the next member of your family. He comes around to your side and squats down next to you, his eyes darting Ivy.

“Well, hello there, pretty girl,” he says and you can see her tail wag at his gentle voice.

“Isn’t she the cutest? Look at those ears!” you laugh, leaning into Brock.

“She is adorable, I’ll give you that,” he says, turning to smile at you. “Do you like her?”

“I really, really do,” you reply earnestly.

“Yeah, I do too. Did you read anything about her?” he asks, gesturing up towards the tag on the kennel.

“Just enough to learn her name,” you explain, lifting yourself up off the floor to get a better look at her description. “Well, she’s a one-year-old German Shepheard mix. She’s partially trained, her favorite toy is her ball – oh that was the cutest thing, she was playing with it when I first stopped in front of her. Didn’t even notice me until I said her name,” you tell Brock, looking back down at him.

“What else about her?”

“Let’s see, she’s a very energetic dog and loves getting some of that energy out by playing with other dogs. That’s good news for us since we have Milo and Coolie. She also loves to snuggle once she’s burned off her puppy energy. And lastly she’s…”

You trail off as your eyes scan over the last few words typed on the paper, your brain not believing it at first, how you must be reading this wrong or your mind was playing a trick on you. You close your eyes, gently rubbing them as if to reset them. But when you open them back up, the words are still there, plain as day.

Y/N, will you marry me?

You look back down and your hands instinctively fly up to your mouth when you see Brock below you, down on one knee, with a small ring box opened in his clutched hands.

“Hey,” he says gently and you can’t stop the small giggle that comes out of you at his soft hesitance. “Y/N, I don’t know if you know how much I love you. How much I’ve been in love with you for years, long before we even started dating. I had imagined a future with you before there was even an us. But now that there is an ‘us’… I can’t imagine spending my life without you in it. So, will you make me the happiest man alive and do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

You can’t fight the tears that prick at the corners of your eyes at Brock’s gentle words. You sink down to kneel in front of him and reach out to cup his face, gently bringing his lips to yours.

“Yes,” you whisper against his lips. “Yes, yes, yes.” You giggle and you feel Brocks arms wrap around you, pulling you closer into his chest as the two of you kiss again. You break away and Brock takes the ring out of it’s box, gently sliding it onto your finger. You smile and pull him in for another kiss before finally pulling apart.

You suddenly remember where you are and look towards the kennel next to you. Ivy had apparently lost interest in the two of you and was back to playing with her ball, a laugh escaping your lips as you once again watched the way her ears bounced. You turn back to Brock, the smile never leaving your face.

“Can we adopt Ivy?”

“I already did,” Brock replies and you pull away a little, your face lighting up in shock. Brock smiles, sheepishly looking towards you. “It was kind of all part of the plan. Take you here to meet Ivy and then propose.”

You don’t say anything for a few moments, your mind bouncing around everything that just happened, plus the brand-new information that Brock told you. It finally settles when a thought pops into your mind.

“But… you didn’t tell me about Ivy,” you say confused and Brock let’s out a gentle laugh.

“Well, yeah, that’s kind of the point of a surprise proposal,” he gently teases you and you playfully roll your eyes.

“No, what I’m saying is that you didn’t even lead me to her or anything. I could’ve stopped at any dog and chosen any other dog. How did you know? How did you know that I would choose her?”

Brock doesn’t reply for a moment, choosing instead to lean forward and capture your lips with his again. You let him kiss you, your hands coming to wrap around his neck. When he finally pulls away, you smile and rest your forehead against his.

“How did I know?” he asks, reiterating your question. “Because I know you.”

[fragileizywriting]

i think one of my all time favorite bits in demon lovin is one that i barely— if ever— mention is that marinette listens to asmr.

like it’s not even “canon” in the actual fics, and i’ve only mentioned it a handful of times here on tumblr, but it’s probably totally a thing for her. listening to asmr on lonely nights just to have noise in the house… leaving the tv on in another room to give her apartment more Depth… maybe leaving the room that is up against manon’s room to coat with magic for last, just so she can hear little manon breathing.

but now that she has two boyfriends, she doesn’t need it! still listens to it for naps, though. it’s nice. luka finds it funny whenever he catches her napping on the couch or on the loveseat because she caved and started listening to something and couldn’t help but close her eyes.

and it’s even funnier that i’ve headcanoned her as an avid listening to ASMnoiR, (a reference to my first ever fic where adrien owns a youtube channel) which means that, if her phone ever runs out of battery and she’s looking for something to listen to, and adrien asks her what she’s doing…

“can i borrow your phone?” she asks him.

he looks up from his book. he puts it down on his chest, half sitting half laying down— their loveseat is a recliner, perfect for reading and everything else. “this isn’t a no, i’m just curious: why not luka’s, since he’s asleep?”

“because he’s not awake to say yes. you are, though.” she sits on his lap to get his attention and answer, the two of them fumbling for balance when the recliner threatens them with a very long rocking sequence. “well?”

so adrien tries something. he catches the way her eyes as starting to slip as he gives her a kiss on the cheek, moving her head so he can kiss her ear. she turns liquid almost instantly, arms like jelly around his shoulders and neck as she melts. she’s sprawled ontop of him, pressing him into the loveseat like she’s paniniing him. “are you tired?”

“this isn’t fair,” she whines. “don’t whisper in my ear like that.”

“you’re so cute.”

“stop it. you’re gonna make me tingle.”

“tingle?”

“you know, shiver. the same that happens when i clean your wings and you shimmy a bit.”

oh… “that’s a thing? i thought that was because i was touch starved for most of my life.”

“no, it’s a thing.” she shivers, making him laugh low into her neck— marinette pouts with another whine. “your voice is so low, it reminds me of the guy i listen to a lot.”

“i love you.”

“stop exploiting me.”

“you’re so lovely.”

“kitty-cat…”

“can i touch you, too, or is that against the rules? tell me how your favorite sounds, so i can give you the same lines. what do you think, princess?”

marinette ends up taking one of the best naps in her life, straddling adrien’s thighs, him kissing her ear and cheek and neck and jaw and eyelid and brow bone and lips, all the while his hands tracing her spine…