#yeah you Know Me Well that post is. CATNIP to me.

[nelyoslegalteam]

I admit I made that last post hoping it would cause you to bite things

-@outofangband

it DID make me bite things before he was even himself he was designed to be subjected to the horrors how am i meant to feel anything less than the Entire Spectrum Of Human Emotion about this

him fate awaited with fell purpose…….

[smoft-demons]

Hey, I've been reading your post for a while now andi absolutely love them. Before I got into OM I was already a big D&D person and love fantesty-romance novels. Although, that's besides the point. I was genuinely scared to ask this until I saw your headcanons, there so wholesome<3

But I was wondering if you could do a brothers + the others react to MC getting there period? I was planning on doing it on my own page but I'm a bit scared to publish my own stuff. Although, thank you if you do.

-H.M

Yeah, sure! As I’m sure you’ve noticed, I love writing all the comfort and fluff prompts. It’s like catnip to me lmao

This is gonna be pretty long, so I’m only gonna do the brothers.

Thanks for requesting!! I hope you like it :)

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MC is on their period

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You’ve been living in the House of Lamentation for a while now. You are, at this point, thoroughly and inextricably part of the family.

As a member of their family, your demons have no problem with helping you out. They can’t help but fawn over you a bit, as well—this wasn’t a familiar problem to them before meeting you, as none of them menstruate. Plus, any human condition of yours that highlights vulnerability and pain on your part makes them all get a tad protective.

In any case, they make sure to be helpful!

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Lucifer: responsibility -> rest

With your permission, Lucifer notes your cycle on the calendar he keeps on the kitchen wall. Tactfully, of course. It’s just a little red X in the corner of the box that marks the day you start until the day it ends. It ensures no one in the house forgets to be extra nice to you on those days. Plus, it serves as a way to remind you, in case it sneaks up on you.

In the week leading up to it, he checks up on your stock of human world products (and devildom ones too) for it. Painkillers, chocolate, tea, hygiene products, a heating pad, everything. If you’re running low, he will either take you to get more or take care of it himself, depending on how you’re feeling.

If you’re irregular, he takes extra care with tracking your cycle. Having records is important!

He takes you off the chore rotation while you’re bleeding. He wants you to rest. He will not make you expend your energy on chores while you’re in pain.

If you WANT to take some chores though, he understands and will let you, as long as you don’t make yourself suffer unnecessarily. He understands that some people cope worse with stress, illness, and/or pain when their routine is interrupted and they have no task to distract themself with. He would know! He’s one of them! So if you are too, he won’t force you to give up your tasks.

He does very strictly instruct you not to push yourself, however. You are to let him know immediately if you need to stop, so he or one of his brothers can help you out.

If you want somewhere quiet to hide, he’s got you. His study is a great spot for that! He won’t let anyone else in.

His room is another great spot for that, if you want a softer surface and dimmer lighting. You’re allowed to be in there without him if that ends up working out best (and he hopes you understand the level of trust in you he’s displaying by allowing that), but he has no problem with bringing his work out of the study and into his room if you want his company.

If he’s not on a time crunch, he won’t bother bringing any work with him though. Unless he has reason to expect you to feel guilty for taking up his time, in which case he will bring some and finish it in the room with you and then tell you he’s done for the day.

You end up lying on his bed with him, contorted in whatever weird position makes your cramps hurt the least. It’s the middle of the day, but for once Lucifer doesn’t seem to mind. He’s just lying next to you with his hand splayed over your uterus or lower back, applying light pressure and warmth to help the pain go away. Quietly talking to you about stuff that doesn’t matter.

There’s no concern for productivity. Nor for terrorizing his brothers into order. It seems the key for making Lucifer take a day to just relax is to request his company while you’re in pain.

See, Lucifer’s driving force is how much he loves his family. He will go to ANY lengths to keep them safe and happy. It’s his main priority. You’re part of his family now. You’re the youngest, even… and you’re in pain. So, he’s okay with pushing off the work Diavolo gives him for a day. For you, it’s worth it.

There’s no paperwork in any realm that he would prioritize over comforting you when you’re in pain. He hopes you feel all the love in that sentiment.

You know how huge a declaration that action is, because there is NO other way to get Lucifer to voluntarily lie around in the middle of the day.

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Mammon: devotion -> generosity

Mammon was the first one you went to for help during your very first period in the Devildom.

After a short, frantic conversation about what happened to you, why, and how you normally deal with this, he set you up in his room with some towels, a spare set of his own comfortably worn in clothes, and a movie as he rushed out to find some Devildom substitute for the hygiene products you’re used to. Just, SOMETHING to absorb the blood in the meantime before he can get you products from the human world!

He would have gone to the human world immediately, but he’s not allowed and he doesn’t have time to talk Lucifer into letting him up there yet!! You have NOTHING to work with right now, he’s gotta figure something out ASAP!

He didn’t even think about the amount of money he’s willing to spend, or how else he could be using it. He may not have been willing to tell you how much he cares for you at that point, but he has always come through for you when it matters. Even in the early days.

You find yourself contemplating Mammon’s contrasting demeanour while he’s out. This isn’t the first demonstration of his responsible mode that you’ve seen. It’s fascinating, the way he acts so careless and tsundere until someone needs him—at which point he drops that image like it’s nothing, revealing the softhearted and protective big brother he really is.

In those moments, you can see in his personality that he helped raise 5 little brothers (and one Lilith, though you don’t learn about her until later) and is actually pretty damn good at it. It’s clear that he loves you more than he’s willing to admit in those rare moments, when showing it genuinely matters.

Anyway. He came home with an assortment of items for you. No medicine yet because he doesn’t trust that Devildom painkillers won’t harm you, but he brought a BUNCH of snacks, and a collection of things that can be used to absorb the blood for now, until he can get Lucifer to let him go get the stuff you normally use from the human world. You can take your pick.

He even commissioned an enchanter to make you a custom heating pad, because he doesn’t trust the ones meant for demons to not burn your skin. He didn’t think about the price. Frankly, he doesn’t care. Maybe he’ll remember to complain about it to save face later. Maybe.

His main concern—making sure you’re okay—left no room to think of that in that moment. He waves off your concern about bloodstains on the stuff he lent you before he went out. Being reassuring in his usual irreverent way, saying something about how he’s a demon, and demons don’t tend to be squeamish about blood. Hell if he cares, he says.

While you’re in the bathroom washing up and dealing with the bleeding (with a SECOND set of Mammon’s worn-in, comfy clothes that he put in your hands before shoving you into the bathroom, not giving you a second to refuse), Mammon is texting Lucifer to find a way to get you proper period supplies from the human world.

When you come back to him, he tells you that you’ll have what you need before you go to bed, but in the meantime you should sit, because he’s putting on another movie.

He watches you shift around uncomfortably over the next few minutes. Cramps, you know. You’re not exactly comfortable sitting the way you are. Without a word, he pulls you to lie down with your head resting on his leg. He’s looking away from you, indistinctly mumbling something about “so lucky I’m lookin’ after ya” and “what would ya do without the great Mammon” and “MY human, damn it” as he carefully rubs tension out of your back.

“What was that?” You ask him.

“Shut up an’ watch the damn movie!” He splutters.

You stay like that until Lucifer shows up with your requested items. Pads, tampons, a menstrual cup, painkillers, whatever it is you asked for.

Later that night, as Mammon persists in rubbing your back as another movie plays, you find that your trust in him is stronger than it has ever been before. You understand exactly why Mammon is the best demon to be in charge of your well-being. Lucifer chose him for a reason, and it’s impossible to miss. Mammon is so damn caring under the tsundere façade.

You feel so loved. You ARE so loved. The pain fades away under the warmth of his hands. His lap makes a good pillow, and Mammon makes a great guardian.

(Every month after this, he leaves his door open for you in case you want a distraction from the pain. He’s ready with snacks and a movie. He’ll happily do this for you every time.)

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Levi: passion -> gentleness

Whatever it is that Levi notices first—be it the blood, the worse mood, the regular time spent with Mammon every month—he freaks out. He’s like “AAAAWTF WHY ARE YOU BLEEDING ARE YOU DYING???” Or like “oh noooo are you mad at me why are you randomly sad do you hate me now??” Or like “why can’t you reschedule with Mammon and do this time limited event with me, do you not wanna play with me anymore???”

Either way, bro is suffering.

Eventually, either you or one of his older brothers explains to him, and he feels bad. He didn’t mean to stress you out worse! Also, periods are real?? He thought it was just some creative plot point in the occasional anime! That’s crazy, why are humans built like that??

Anyway. Levi’s nothing if not passionate, and he’s gonna turn some of that passion towards finding ways to make you more comfortable.

He will find a way to order all the human world snacks you crave while you’re bleeding. He will be on the lookout for gifts, like games and merch and manga you’d want. He stockpiles them so he always has something ready to cheer you up when you need that.

He will even do his best to redirect the envy he feels towards Mammon and his established routine of movies and snacks in his room with you lying in his lap and getting free back rubs on the first day of your period each month. He wants that to be him, damn it! But he’s not gonna disrupt that for you.

He WILL claim hanging out with you on your day 2 though, AND will fill in every time if Mammon’s not available. The only thing that can beat out his shyness at the idea of having you using his lap as a pillow is the raging envy at knowing MAMMON gets to have that every month!

(Eventually, once you figure out that Levi wants to be invited so bad, you just invite him. It’s not like you don’t want him there! He’s very happy to sit next to you with your legs in his lap while he ignores Mammon’s stupid movie and plays a game on his phone. It’s nice to have two demon pillows. This one’s got built-in cooling!)

Levi understands not wanting to deal with lights and noise and craziness when you’re in pain. He will prevent any of his brothers from bringing any of that around you with all the determination and passion he brings to everything he cares about.

He is remarkably gentle, for someone who is usually so excitable. So considerate! You can see in the way he forces everyone to only argue over text, in the gentle movement of cool, nimble hands over sore calves and hips and ankles, in the presentation of snacks and gifts determinedly brought to you from the human world, how much he cares about you. He loves you, he loves you, he loves you.

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Satan: research -> comfort

The first order of business for nerd boy here is, of course, research. He is gathering information from all his relevant contacts—every human sorcerer and witch he knows, every demon with a pact-bonded menstruating human they care about AND the aforementioned human, every healer, medical researcher, librarian…

Yeah, he’s gonna end up knowing more about it than you do.

He comes back home after a few days, mumbling about human endocrine systems and nutrition and medical malpractice of menstruating patients and the mechanics of blood production and every phase of a menstrual cycle and how pain works on a chemical level. He’s got notebooks and everything. He’s got the whole history of menstruation since the beginning of humanity summarized in one of those notebooks.

… Maybe it’s a bit overkill. But you know how he gets when he’s curious, especially about something that hurts you! He’s gotta know everything!

So now he’s infodumping to you about every symptom you mention. If you’re the sort of person who finds that interesting and helpful, perfect! If you’re not… well, he won’t be offended if you get mad at him for effectively mansplaining your own body to you. Demon-splaining? Whatever, either way he will take that correction with grace and only tell you information you directly ask for. He’s learned enough about menstruation to be very sympathetic and patient while you’re in the middle of it. It seems awful to him, and he’s not about to make it worse!

He’s wise enough to know that he should ask before ACTING on any of that information though. He won’t try to optimize your nutrition or your painkillers or anything unless you ask him to. He knows that would be too far. He’s not prideful enough to override you like that, he’s not Lucifer.

If you get really angry when you bleed, he’s got you! He understands, he encourages you to yell and rant in front of him all you want. Throw around some destructive spellwork or just break stuff if you need to, he’s got a room for that. It’s all good!

Satan is so good with practical comfort. He’s big on venting for your health and sanity. He knows what buttons not to push, they’re obvious to him as wrath incarnate.

Of course, he’ll also give you hugs and drive off his crazy brothers if you need peace. He’ll bring you to the cats when you get sick of people. He’ll find you any answer you need. If your cycle is irregular or in any way atypical, there’s no better demon to have searching for answers for you—and he’d NEVER let no medical malpractice happen to you. Doctors are GOING to take you seriously, damn it!

To him, there’s no such thing as too much hassle to help someone he loves so much as he loves you.

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Asmo: luxury -> selflessness

As the Avatar of Lust, there’s no way Asmo doesn’t know the basics of how menstrual cycles work. No way. Even if demons don’t get them, it’s relevant to his whole domain.

Asmo’s got you. He’s gonna spoil the hell out of you. Massages with fancy oils, hot baths with magic muscle relaxant products added, masks to prevent any skin issues from fluctuating hormones, everything he can think of.

If anyone even tries to make you do anything you don’t want to, he will destroy them. This is a time for rest, he insists!

He relishes any opportunity to relax with you, have a self-care day, just chill and recharge together… but he’s prioritizing you. You get to see the rare responsible Asmo during this time! If you have non-negotiable responsibilities, he’s helping you. He wants you to get done faster!

He’s actually got a pretty great strategic mind when he’s incentivized to use it! He’s so efficient! Only because he wants you to be in his room relaxing as fast as possible, but it’s totally there!

At the end of it all, it’s completely possible that he forgets about spoiling himself too, just because he got so focused on trying to take as much of your pain away as possible. It’s wild that he doesn’t think he has any capacity for selflessness. Good thing you know better.

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Beel: perceptiveness -> caring

Beel smells the blood. Immediately. At first he’s concerned but minds his own business, trusting that Mammon’s taking care of you. But after you’ve pacted with him? Not anymore.

Beel becomes your warning system. He will notify you as soon as the hormonal shift starts to happen. Days before you even start bleeding.

You know it’s because he cares, and that he can’t avoid noticing the change in your scent whether he wants to or not. You choose not to think it’s weird.

He gets worried once he learns about what happens to you every month. His first priority is making sure he doesn’t eat everything that’s high in iron, folic acid, vitamin C and D, and omega-3s. All very good for you when you’re on your period. He makes sure that stuff remains available to you.

He invites you to exercise with him too, because he heard that can be helpful. He won’t STOP you from lifting if that’s what you want to do, but HE is choosing to focus on stretching and moderate cardio for now (stuff that should be more helpful for you) and if you want to join him, well… that’s what he’s doing. What do you mean he changed it on purpose? He just felt like yoga and a nice jog today! Don’t think about it too hard!

Beel is actually the best one to go to for massages. Sure, Asmo knows what feels good and he’s phenomenal at that. True. But Beel is the one who understands every muscle and tendon in a body, so if you want a full, functional reset, in which all the tension and soreness in you gets methodically, optimally pressed out, you go to Beel. It might not feel quite as nice—in fact it might hurt a fair bit—but it’ll be so effective. You will have no pain at all after. Plus, he’ll teach you stretches to prevent some of that tension coming back later, too. He’s so helpful.

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Belphie: laziness -> service

We all know Belphie is the number one advocate for rest. He will encourage you to sleep through as much of it as possible. Why would you want to be awake to experience pain? Screw that. He will actively keep you asleep as long as possible—unless you tell him in advance that there has to be limits so you don’t bleed on everything you’re touching. Even so, he doesn’t quite see the problem. He’s a demon, he’s not squeamish about blood. What biohazard?

But no, he’ll respect that. If he’s a lil shit about it, all you have to do is pull the “remember that time you killed me” card and he’ll do whatever you want lol

In the biggest twist of irony since The Incident, Belphie actually finds himself serving as your alarm clock. It has to be him, you see, because he insists on sleeping next to you. He wants to be there to ensure you sleep through the night, and don’t ever get woken up by cramps. So it’s gotta be him to wake you up when it’s absolutely necessary. Because you see, he does not trust anyone else to understand what’s absolutely necessary. Only someone who loves sleep as much as him gets it, he insists.

Belphie is nothing if not lazy. Obviously. But… he’s actually voluntarily doing work on your behalf?? He’s concealing bloodstains on your sheets from you so you don’t feel uncomfortable, and washing them for you. He isn’t even telling you about that, so he isn’t even getting any thanks for it! How very kind and un-demonic of him!

(Of course, he’s mostly doing it because he doesn’t want you to feel embarrassed and stop sleeping next to him while you’re on your period. He’s got selfish reasons. But… really, it’s not very selfish at all when you look at how that benefits you too. How could he be so surprised to hear that you think he can be kind and sweet when he wants to be? How’s he not seeing it??)

He may deny that he’s actually a sweetie, but you know the truth. When sloth incarnate is voluntarily doing secret chores for you, you KNOW he loves you. It might as well be spilling out of his soul, it’s so undeniable.

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You’re bleeding. It’s miserable. No one likes their period. It’s made much more bearable for you, however, now that you have this ridiculous family falling over themselves to make your life easier. All the pain, all the hormonal fuckery, all the bullshit your body puts you through is… well, actually quite tolerable when you’re loved this much.

[ameraincandy]

--𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨!

Synopsis: The genshin boys & their catgirl behind closedoors~

!tw!: nsfw, mentions of smoking, mentions of the forbidden leaf, mentions of high and venti being a crackhead and consuming catnip.

Characters-! Kazuha, Venti

Author's note: finally back from being sick! Can't wait to post again<3

Seriously, what was he thinking about bringing a random girl from the streets onto his home?

Alright maybe he does have to admit that you were easy on the eye...yet imagine his surprise when he saw you sprout cat ears and a tail while rummaging through his refrigerator for that tuna sandwich he was going to have for dinner! So either way; he doesn't have the heart to throw you out, so he opted to keep you instead. It wasn't going to be easy that's for sure...but at least he would have his own “fun” punishing you.

| 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡! 𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐡𝐚 🎀

Not only did you have a reliable master- a pretty one too at that!

Although it does add the burden of fending off unwanted admirers who stink up his scent! Can't he see that those hussies are just a waste of his time? He has to realize that they're not the ones who wait an absurd amount of time for him to come home after he disappears to the strange hell that's college! Seriously, Kazuha doesn't know how selfish he's being by leaving his kitty unattended all alone with only the various gifts he spoiled her. Why, only his catgirl can definitely take on the weird punishments that her master seems to enjoy implementing...

Yet- speaking of punishments, surely Kazuha wouldn't get upset over seeing his ruined thesis paper ripped on the floor...it was just the heat of the moment after seeing one of those floozies right at his door to seemingly deliver the papers he left.

Yeah right, like hell you could believe that! Those girls are just there to throw themselves onto your master! Annd... before you could notice, said thesis is ripped in pieces. Maybe he wouldn't get mad, after all he makes a ton of those papers, surely one being destroyed wouldn't hurt right?

NSFW under this!

The jingling of keys could be heard along with a click on the door to reveal a somewhat disheveled Kazuha inviting himself in your shared apartment; placing a hand on his hair to push it back lazily before calling out to you in a daze.

“Kitty? Are you-yawn...still awake perhaps?“ Upon hearing your master softly call your name, your cat ears perked up as the bell on your choker toiled to make your presence known to him, greeting him with a warm hug all the while stirring him awake, yet making him melt in the hug with a soft sigh.

“I'm here!~ Welcome home Kazuha, It must've been a tiresome day for you hmm..?“

While in the embrace of an innocent hug, you mischievously smothered him in your breasts with the intention to not only wipe off the stench of other girls on his clothes, but to also distract him from seeing the ruined thesis paper on the floor! Aside from your internal panic, Kazuha could clearly see past the excuses of affection that you were showing him in...But he couldn't deny the growing arousal of his from the touch of your soft body, chuckling on the side of your nape.

“Dearest, what are you hiding from me...?“

Kazuha just loved teasing you to the tip of his cock heart, seeing your flustered reactions really was the highlight of his college days and even brightened up some of his stressful weeks of the semester, and he's certainly planning on not stopping anytime soon so to further incite panic on his cute kitty girl, Kazuha pulled himself away from your chest and places himself onto your shoulder, earning to hear a well-deserved squeal out of you as he playfully makes several clicks with the tip of his tongue.

“Oh dear, have you been misbehaving in my absence? You know I don't tread lightly with any misdemeanor of yours...“

The pitch in his voice steeped to a low octave as the loving grip on your waist began to harshly mark crescendos in the flesh, restraining your movements as he led you to the door of his bedroom, a sinister smile growing on Kazuha's lips as he hushed your panic cries.

”Shhh shh...stop trying to resist, you deserve this don't you..?” Kazuha brazenly wiped the tears from your weeping form as a dark seductive laugh escapes from his lips, coming from such a mesmerizing face and flowery words...you hadn't noticed that Kazuha already unlocked the bedroom door and you swiftly landed on his bed.

By then, what snapped you awake was the apparent sound of clothes ripping and the wide physical shock from seeing your master already placed in between your legs, biting and sucking so harshly on the supple flesh that you're sure blood would appear.

“K-kazuha haah...! sniff enough please! It hurts!...hic- sssso much! Ssssoso!-“ You wail a panicked cry on deaf ears as Kazuha slapped your exposed clit with an amused smile, tutting at your whining.

“Ah ah ahhh~ you know that isn't my name in this situation, say it correctly and I just might go gentle for tonight's punishment...♡“

Kazuha playfully mused as he briefly blew a wisp of cold air on your exposed cunt, causing you to shiver violently from the sensation with a yelp.

“M-mreow Hah! Master! P-please go gentle on me~“ You mewled desperately that you haven't felt your fluffy cat tail wrap around his wrist that delayed another teasing on your puffy clit, to Kazuha's distaste.

“You disappoint me kitten...haven't I told you to stop resisting? Enticing me with that sweet voice of yours won't make things better either...” Kazuha sighed before cruelly plunging three fingers inside your vulva with no warning. Before you could even realize the tears swelling in your eyes, all you felt was the painful stretch of his slender fingers inside your gummy walls. The bed then creaked slightly as Kazuha adjusted himself on your pathetic form to nibble on your fluffy cat ears to his liking.

“Come now and caress those pretty nipples of yours to encourage my fingers to start moving, that's what you want don't you?” Followed by a shaky nod, your hands started to toy with your perky nipples to feel your master finally, finally! thrust those three fingers of his inside you, sliding just right to your tight squishy walls while gradually coating his fingers in your slick...even picking up the pace a bit by thrusting in and out of your pussy.

”Ahh..ah! Fuck! Y-yes yesyes! Ooh! Right there m-master i'm...hahh..so close!“ You moaned in relief as you've begun to roughly tug and squeeze your nipples in an attempt to ease the impending orgasm for that night and the sinful noises of Kazuha's fingers squelching inside of you wasn't helping with your embarrassment either. Oh well, at least he was fingerfucking you so damn good that you could barely comprehend the dirty talk Kazuha was whispering in your ear...and after a few harsh thrusts, a moan was ripped out of your throat as you let out your orgasm, causing you to cream so much around his fingers.

While you were preoccupied twitching intensely underneath him, you felt your master pull his three fingers outside of you with a string of your essence present as he grinded his clothed erection on your bare pussy with a lazy grin.

”Fuck...that was hot of you, my love...open wide~”

Kazuha then nudges the corner of your mouth open with his thumb to allow access his three fingers to rest snugly on your tongue with the taste of your sweet-salty cum overfilling your taste buds...you swear you would see the twisted expression of affection Kazuha is showing if it weren't for the sensation of his fingers shoving you open.

| 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫! 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢 🍀

Leave it to the fun professor of the Monstadt Department to get high with his cat-well er...catgirl. Jokes aside, Venti is a doting master to you almost frequently, despite your ironic contrast of being the responsible one in this living arrangement. Yet every once in a while, he forgets your constant scolding of his reckless behavior when he gets carried away with unwinding~

NSFW under this!

Dear god, if only you knew the devious shit he had planned for the both of you that day you would've shut the door on his face when he came home after a day at his University but to your reluctance, it was already too late for that when you found yourself sat on his lap with his lips hurriedly scattering kisses on your neck while you shakily lit up the rolled-up cigarette in his hand. While Venti; of course who noticed your nervousness began to take advantage of it by fiddling with the hem of your flimsy underwear, in the midst of his advances you winced from the sensation as you didn't even notice Venti's harsh sucking omit from your neck.

“Haah, you put on a facade as if you're not enjoying it~“ Venti nibbled hurriedly on the shell of your cat ear before swiftly taking away the lit-up cigarette off your hands with a soft inhale.

Although your cheeks were flushed, you still scoffed at that cocky accusation of your head turned away with a haughty pout;

“You leave me no choice, If I left you alone, only god knows the things you would- nffmph?!”

Alas, before your master could hear another harsh scolding from you; he was quick to slot his cigarette in between your lips instead.

“cough- cough! What the f...aAh~” Venti who let out a soft shush to your whining, encourages you to inhale while nudging his knee into your clothed cunt sensually by swaying side to side against your drenched clit...chuckling slightly from how your slick leaked so much through his knee. You, on the other hand can start to feel the effects of the drug start to take in with the helpful pointers from your teacher~♡

With a swift exhale out of the cigarette in between Venti's fingertips, you leaned into his slender chest while grinding back onto his knee, while the room continues to smell like sex by the evident sounds of your panting growing louder by adjusting to the rhythm on his lap to satisfy the underlying urge your instincts were screaming at you to fulfill.

“Shit- That's my windblume...F-fuck i need to-“

Venti swallowed your moans with an intense kiss as he allowed you to continue grinding your weeping cunt onto his evident hard-on before getting you off his lap to throw your back on the couch, wiping away the drool from his mouth to abruptly lift your leg over his shoulder to continue pressing against your now-drenched pussy.

“My snobbish kitten looks so vulnerable under me...you look perfect this way...“

Venti muffled his moans in between your neck as you felt his throbbing cock slip out of his boxers- adding more sensation to this high of yours and not a second more, you could see the self-restraint in his demeanor slip away with every quick inhale he took out of his cigarette.

“I-i can't hold back anymore...“ Venti panted in your ear before biting his lip so harshly that it threatened to spill red, accompanied by the feeling of his experienced hands straddling your hips that sent shivers down your spine as he briskly thrusted his engorged tip against your outer pussy lips, bottoming out completely with a gutteral groan. "M-master... fuck! it hurts-!" You immediately clasped your arms around Venti's back to dig in your sharp nails onto his skin effectively marking bright red-crescendos on your owner just as he wanted due to the fact that Venti's thrusts against your pussy started to reach deeper places inside of you...His lips omitting a puff of smoke onto your face before quickly asserting his ownership over your tongue and- wait, was that the taste of catnip on his lips? Venti could only chuckle between your lips at your bewildered expression; "You know I- shit...wasn't sure if catgirls like you could get high off regular weed...so I-" Venti pulled away from your enticing lips with a string of saliva glossing over as he paused his words to focus on the tight squeeze of your cunt, hitching his self-restraint to the best of his ability to prevent shooting ribbons of his cum inside you too soon~

"So I- purchased some catnip as a precaution..!- ah, lucky for me however..." You found his slender fingers wander to your chin, lifting it slightly to present his predatory gaze over yours, a smile that could only hold desire for his one and only pet.

"Your lewd moans in a chorus of a sweet melody deserves praise from her teacher hmm..?" You could only continue to claw harder against Venti's back to let him know your response as you start to feel his hips relenting it's pace-

”f-fuck wait- windblume...! S-SHIT!“ -and with a sharp thrust, Venti released globs of his cum with a whine as your walls convulsed around Venti's cock warmly as you started to tighten up around him to milk him for what he's worth...Yeah, you're sure as hell that Venti is going to be late for his prof class... Although maybe you'll give his scolding later~

[foxglovepng]

Random Head cannons 2 🌼🥀

Characters: Savanaclaw + Octavinelle

CW: Mentions of first years, Leona accidentally commits arson, Ruggie is a klepto, platonic bromances with first years, little bit of violence in ruggie's, mentions of ED and body hcs in Azuls, mentions of slight nudity in Floyd's.

A/N: These two dorms are relatively small so I combined both into one post. Scarabia and Pomefiore will be condensed into one post as well.

Likes and reblogs are deeply appreciated <3 hope you enjoy!

Leona

MY MAN <3 me and Leona are married Crewel officiated our marriage. (I literally don't know what headcannons to give this man HELP)

I like to think because he is a prince all the staff did everything for him so him changing to NRC and not having any retainers I can imagine he tried cooking once and almost set the dorm on fire.

He had to adjust to doing normal things himself since they were always done for him so I can imagine he STRUGGLED when Ruggie wasn't there (Unless he paid someone to do laundry for him before Ruggie than idk)

Off topic but I saw this one post and it was like "It's okay to commit murder but never okay to hit your wife." yeah that's Leona.

He'd hype his wife up in a fight and when asked he'd be like "I was taking a nap"

(How do you fall asleep in 3 seconds sir teach me your ways it takes me hours to fall asleep)

He can also get high on catnip btw

Ruggie

My favorite klepto freeloader

I can imagine first year Ruggie stealing from a particularly rich person and he goofed up badly Leona stepped in and beat them up and was like Bruh how do you fuck that up I am not helping you the next time you fail.

So *sips tea* even Ruggie has said himself his jaw is strong enough to where he can bite through bone and he can eat the bones too. Ruggie is a little terrifying because is Jaw is insanely strong (Stronger than jack and Leona's combined) so Ruggie could bite someone out of defense to break their arm and his jaw would survive. I think he figured this out once because he had to defend himself either because he got into a fight or someone attacked him and he bite them breaking their bone nearly ripping their arm off.

Between Floyd and Ruggie I'd rather not get bit by either :skull:

Jack

I can imagine first years as a bonding activity go to the gym together from an admiration point Jacks body build is really nice he's a buff guy and he's proud of it so I can imagine he gives tips to the others especially Epel and Deuce.

I also can imagine Ace trying to do a push up or a rep competition (He's not winning). Jack and Sebek end up winning.

Weird head cannon but I can imagine locker room talk between the first years is them admiring Jacks body build in a platonic bro way if anyone else does it Ace is running his mouth on them :skull: "Damn jack you seem to be getter buffer every day" Jack shows no emotion on his face but he's secretly happy to be receiving the compliments

Azul

I like to think he still has a bit of a tummy. It is implied that he has have an ED due to being bullied and an ED is something really sad to think about as much as I don't want to admit it I believe he may have one :(

His parents are divorced and I think he considers his step dad his "real dad". Now I don't know if he gets visitation, but basically in his mind he already replaced his deadbeat dad (I named him Liam because of a tik tok)

Ursula Canonically has a younger sister named Morgana so with this logic I want to say Azul as a half-brother who is an Affair baby. (I say half because biologically if you share a same mother you are technically full, but because Liam is his bio dad and he had another son it's half) and because of Morgana's character I think Azul wants to get to know his brother however I think his brother despises him and refuses too. New oc coming up.

Jade

Moray Eels have shitty vision so Jade wears glasses at night but contacts in the day. Floyd has glasses but chooses not to wear them Jade most likely tries to convince him to wear contacts 50% of the time he doesn't.

My favorite head cannon about Pookie Jade is he grows poisonous flowers and Poisonous flowers are one of my favorite interests. He likes to grow Oleander, Belladonna (Deadly Nightshade), and Azaelea. I feel like if he had a better greenhouse he can grow poisonous shrooms as well. (NOW I'm not saying he kills people, but Mafia theory people)

Floyd

Whenever Octo trio go swimming in a public place or at a beach, lake, etc. Floyd accidentally flashes people and almosst got charged with Public indecency many times so he's been banned from swimming in public.

Shrimps and Moray's have symbiotic relationship so I can imagine if he takes a liking to someone and names them his Shrimpy I bet he'd get real happy if they groomed him via brushing his hair, cleaning him up, etc. He'd give them food and would be their protecter by default in short he'd be down bad.

I wouldn't be surprised if he has ended up in Juvie before and probably has but got bailed out.

[queenshelby]

Yes! Mr Murphy (Rewritten)

PART 32: FELINE LOVE

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Lots of Angst, Age Gap, Teacher x Student, Pregnancy Loss, Infertility

The crisp spring breeze lazily danced through the vibrant foliage, carrying with it the tantalising scent of blossoming fauna and the promise of new beginnings. It was almost noon of a day filled with endless possibilities.

As the clock struck twelve, Cillian appeared at your doorstep. He was punctual as usual, and his charming smile, etched with a hint of nervousness, illuminated his face as he patiently waited for you to answer the door.

As you swung open the door, your heart skipped a beat when you saw what he held in his hands.

"Flowers? Really?" you asked, chuckling. This was not what you had expected.

"Of course. I wanted to do this properly, you know," Cillian joked.

"You certainly know how to sweep a girl off her feet, Mr. Murphy," you said, playfully teasing him as you took the bouquet of flowers.

"You have seen nothing yet. Just wait until you find out where we are going," he replied with a mischievous twinkle in his striking blue eyes. You couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for this man as you exchanged warm greetings.

"Do tell. Where are we going?" you wanted to know, as the way he smirked at you was somewhat concerning.

Cillian's eyes sparkled with mischief as he leaned closer, his voice laced with a whimsical tone. "Let's just say that we are embarking on a journey to a place where whimsy intertwines with tranquillity and where the soft purrs of feline companions fill the air," he joked, and you let out some laughter.

"So poetic," you chuckled as your curiosity piqued, and you followed him to his car.

The car ride was filled with light banter and playful teasing, a harmonious symphony of laughter and shared moments. Cillian's cultured voice resonated through the vehicle, his words flowing effortlessly like honey from his lips. Your heart warmed at the sound, his intelligent and witty conversation captivating your attention.

"So, I saw you deleted your Instagram account," you pointed out as he was driving, causing Cillian to laugh.

"Yeah, it was funking weird. I never posted anything, and within a day, I had almost 3,000 follower requests. That's way too hard to keep up with, especially when you receive endless messages,"

Cillian let out a hearty laugh, his voice rippling through the car like a melodic echo. "3,000 followers? That's impressive, Cil. Maybe you should have become a social media influencer," you teased, your eyes twinkling with amusement.

"I think I am just too old for social media, you know," Cillian mused as he turned his gaze briefly towards the road before looking back at you.

"Perhaps you're right. It seems social media is a young person's game, old man," you teased him with a cheeky smile just before. Finally, he pulled up in front of a pretty-looking building right on the outskirts of Dublin.

"Well, I might be old, but clearly, I'm still making young man mistakes," he then pointed out, referring to the fact that he had let you go.

As you stepped out of the car, your eyes widened in surprise and delight. Before you towered a charming building painted in hues of pastel pink and adorned with whimsical cat-themed decorations. The cosy cat cafe stood invitingly, with an air of calm and tranquillity. The tantalising aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the faint scent of catnip, creating an intoxicating blend that seemed to embrace your senses with open arms.

"You took me to a cat cafe? Why?" you mused, seeing that Cillian somewhat disliked feline companions.

"Because I know that you love cats, and I figured this would be a somewhat unique place for a date," Cillian told you before searching for an empty seat.

The space was adorned with soft, cosy seating areas adorned with colourful cushions that seemed to beckon you with their plush invitation. The sunlight bathed the room in a warm golden glow, streaming through the large windows and casting dancing shadows on the wooden floors.

As you and Cillian settled into a cosy nook, the soft cushions embracing you like a warm hug, your eyes fell upon a mischievous little feline perched on a windowsill. The cat, named Nuggets, had an air of disdain about him, his sleek ginger fur glistening in the sunlight. His piercing brown eyes seemed to hold a secret, a hidden depth of knowledge that made you curious.

As you observed Nuggets, a mischievous grin crept across your face. You were determined to win him over, to break through the barriers he had erected and show him the love he deserved. Cillian, on the other hand, seemed less enthused by the presence of cats. His elegant brow furrowed slightly, a subtle expression of mild distaste, as he cast a wary gaze towards Nuggets.

“I want to pet him,” you determined, and Cillian moved further into the back of his seat.

Cillian's eyes drifted from Nuggets to you, a look of mild apprehension etched across his face. "Are you sure about this? I mean, he doesn't exactly seem thrilled to see us," he remarked, his tone laced with a touch of scepticism.

You couldn't help but chuckle at Cillian's apprehension. "Oh, Cil, come on. Look at him; he's like a furry little grump. How can you resist him?" you exclaimed, a mischievous glint in your eyes as you observed Nuggets.

"Don't you think he is intriguing?" you gestured, and Cillian sighed softly, his fingers elegantly drumming on the armrest of the cosy chair. "I suppose he has an intriguing air of aloofness about him," he admitted, reluctantly giving in to your playful suggestion.

Cillian gazed at Nuggets with a mixture of wariness and curiosity. His eyes flickered with a muted intrigue as he observed the ginger feline, who seemed to be deliberately ignoring his presence. Nuggets, perched on the windowsill like a miniature king overlooking his kingdom, exuded an air of nonchalance, his tail flicking dismissively.

Cillian then glanced at you with a bemused half-smile, his voice laden with humour. "He seems like a furry ball of attitude. But I suppose there's something fascinating about it, and I can't help but wonder what goes on in that tiny cat brain of his," he mused.

You leaned closer to Cillian, a playful glimmer in your eyes as you whispered, "Watch and learn, Cil. I'm about to work my magic on Nuggets,” before you took a deep breath, ready to start your mission to win over the elusive Nuggets.

Slowly, you approached the windowsill where he perched, your movements deliberate and gentle. Your heart fluttered with anticipation as you extended your hand towards him, offering an invitation to connect. Nuggets, however, met your gesture with a disdainful flick of his tail, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. Undeterred, you spoke softly, your voice laced with warmth and affection.

Cillian chuckled softly, his eyes filled with amusement. "Alright, I'm ready to witness this miracle," he replied, settling back in his chair, his fingers intertwined as he observed your every move.

You tilted your head to the side, observing Nuggets with a mix of determination and admiration. "Oh, you're a feisty one, aren't you? But mark my words, my furry friend, you won't be able to resist my charm for long," you whispered, your voice filled with conviction. 

Nuggets glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, a flicker of curiosity dancing within his gaze.

You continued to extend your hand towards Nuggets, determination etched on your face, your eyes filled with unwavering resolve. Nuggets, ever the embodiment of stubbornness, met your persistence with a sly glint in his eyes, his tail twitching with an air of defiance. The atmosphere in the cat cafe seemed to hold its breath as if waiting for the inevitable clash between your unwavering determination and Nuggets' unwavering independence.

Undeterred by Nuggets' initial display of resistance, you continued your approach. Your outstretched hand trembled slightly, a mixture of anticipation and determination coursing through your veins. 

"Come on, Nuggets," you whispered, your voice filled with gentle encouragement and Nuggets, overcome by curiosity and perhaps a hint of loneliness, cautiously extended a paw towards your outstretched hand. His sharp claws grazed your skin, a gentle reminder of his feline nature. You held your breath, silently urging him to take the final leap of faith. And then, in a moment that felt suspended in time, Nuggets hesitantly pressed his nose against your palm, his rough tongue darting out to give it a tentative lick.

Nuggets's small, rough tongue made contact with your palm, his whiskers tickling your skin. The moment hung in the air, suspended as if time itself had frozen to witness the union between human and feline. A surge of joy flooded your being, intertwined with a sense of triumph. You had cracked Nuggets's tough outer shell and revealed the vulnerable heart beneath.

Cillian, observing the scene unfold before his eyes, couldn't help but chuckle. Cillian's laughter rippled through the air like velvet, filling the cosy nook with an aura of light-heartedness. "Well, it seems you've cracked the code," he remarked, a trace of amusement dancing in his striking blue eyes. "I must admit, I didn't think Nuggets would succumb to your charming ways so easily," he pointed out before he leaned back in his chair, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he watched your interaction with Nuggets. 

"Come, have a pet too, Cil," you gestured, causing Cillian to furrow his eyebrows.

"You know I do anything for you, right?" Cillian laughed before moving towards you and Nuggets carefully.

His fingers trembled as they made contact with Nuggets' fur, and a jolt of electricity seemed to course through him, igniting a spark of connection. A mischievous glimmer danced within Nuggets' eyes as if he had finally found an adversary worthy of his attention. Cillian's lips curled into a small smile, a mix of amusement and surprise playing across his features. 

"Does he like me, you think?" Cillian questioned as he cautiously stroked Nuggets' fur, his movements slow and deliberate as if afraid to shatter the delicate connection that had formed between them.

Nuggets, seemingly torn between his inclination to preserve his grumpy facade and his growing fondness for Cillian's touch, emitted a low rumble of contentment, a subtle acknowledgement of the actor's presence.

"Yes, I think he does like you. He is purring. Well done, Cil." you smiled, and Cillian's expression softened, his fingers continuing their slow, rhythmic movements along Nuggets' ginger fur.

"Well, well, it seems I've won the affection of this little miscreant," he remarked, his voice infused with a touch of amusement. Nuggets, ever the enigma, purred in response, the sound reverberating through the air with a deceptive sweetness.

Cillian continued to stroke Nuggets' fur, his touch gentle and soothing. "You know, this cat reminds me of someone I know," he remarked, a playful glint in his eyes. "Perhaps Nuggets and I share a common trait — a touch of grumpiness hidden beneath our charming exteriors." He chuckled softly, the sound resonating with a hint of self-deprecation while you rolled your eyes.

With a smirk, you replied, "Oh, Cil, I think you and Nuggets share more than just a touch of grumpiness. But that's what makes you both so endearing." You nudged Cillian playfully, your eyes brimming with affection.

Cillian chuckled his laughter like a melody that filled the cat cafe, intertwining with the soft purrs of the resident feline companions. 

"Perhaps you should adopt him? Nina would love a pet, and I believe that every child, no matter how old, needs a companion," you suggested, and Cillian's eyebrows shot up in surprise at your suggestion, his eyes widening as he considered the implications. 

"You want me to adopt him?" Cillian asked, and his question hung in the air, a moment pregnant with possibility. You gazed at him, your eyes filled with a mix of excitement and determination. "Yes, Cil. Think about it. Nuggets need a home and love, and you have plenty of both to offer," you replied, your voice infused with conviction. 

Cillian's gaze lingered on Nuggets, his brow furrowed as he mulled over your suggestion. 

Cillian's eyes flickered with a mixture of uncertainty and contemplation, and the air in the cat cafe seemed to vibrate with anticipation as if awaiting the verdict that would determine the course of their lives. After a moment of silence, Cillian let out a soft sigh, his shoulders slumping ever so slightly. "Alright," he finally conceded, his voice laced with a hint of resignation and a touch of amusement.

Cillian's agreement hung in the air like a delicate spiderweb, fragile yet filled with possibility. You couldn't help but let out a small squeal of excitement, your eyes dancing with anticipation.

"I will be your designated cat sitter if you go away, working on movies and stuff," you told him, and Cillian's eyes widened at your enthusiastic offer, a mixture of amusement and apprehension playing across his features.

"I couldn't think of anyone better for the job," Cillian confirmed before making another suggestion. "And perhaps, sometimes, you could come by and visit him, even while I am there," Cillian suggested, the corners of his mouth curling upwards in a smirk.

"Well, maybe if you cook me dinner, I will. I will play with Nuggets while you prepare the food," you smirked at Cillian before admitting that you missed his cooking. 

"Alright. How about Monday, then? Dinner at my house at eight? We could even go to the fair before then if you like. Just as friends, of course" Cillian suggested as his eyes twinkled with anticipation, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"Monday it is then. Fair and dinner at eight," you agreed with excitement. 

[jesstielle]

i've been listening to midst now it's finished and been thoroughly enjoying it - it hadn't reached, like, fixation status, but it's a masterclass in storytelling for sure. And I had not caught on to Phineas and Jonas having romantic potential. However. When I tell you that something switched on in my brain the moment Jonas sees Phineas again in those last few episodes? When I tell you something in my mind went feral?

I have listened to that conversation between them in Trustfall over and over. It's so well acted, and the soundscaping is gorgeous, and the dialogue is just so good

What I'm saying is I look forward to more content for them appearing because oh my god something about their dynamic is just IT for me. like i know there's discourse about it and people are finding it problematic but i dont even care man i saw a post that said 'their dynamic is like catnip to me' and. YEAH. yeah. exactly that.

[artist-issues]

Birds do it, bees do it, educated fleas do it,

let’s do it, let’s 

REMAKE THE LIGHT FURY

Toothless used to be a realistic creature, designed to balance on the visual knife blade’s edge between appealing and terrifying. He borrowed his coloration from panthers and manta rays and his movement from cats because they are real animals that master that cute-fierce combo, too. He could look menacing and then loveable at the drop of a hat. 

Then in HTTYD 2 somebody hit him with the Puppy Stick. I haven’t seen any better explanation of the visual problems with Toothless from HTTYD 1 to HTTYD 3 other than this Reddit user’s, so we’re just going to skip trying. 

https://www.reddit.com/r/httyd/comments/qasmwo/toothless_head_comparison_by_durkishdragon/

Read that. Anyway. Let’s move on to the Light Fury.  Everyone’s talked over and over the problems with the Light Fury’s design. So I don’t think I need to go into depth with that, either. Suffice to say, I believe that the way a character is designed should reflect their purpose in the story. She was never meant to be a species that was exciting to learn more about, unlike the Bewilderbeast or the Night Fury. She was just meant for cute interactions with Toothless. I think her design, sad as it is, reflects that lazy story direction. 

BUT NOT OUR REDESIGNS. And mine is no exception! If I’m going to change the story structure of HTTYD 3 (and I am) then the Light Fury has to change, big time. 

First we’ll talk about the species. 

We all know there are more than one Light Fury visible in the third film, and that’s the idea I hinged my little “fix it” re-write of HTTYD3 on in this post. I’m not going to restate it, but a lot of it focuses on Hiccup and Toothless discovering a whole Fury Flock who has migrated out of distant, hostile lands and is resting near Berk on their way to the Hidden World.

This way, instead of the Love Interest Fury just serving as Catnip that makes Toothless act dippy and cuddly, they actually have a purpose—because they’re tied to a mystery. They’re the whole plot. This way, instead of Toothless waking through the woods and happening upon a single personality-bland version of himself with no build-up, the Light Furies are a whole community and species that the story spends as much time on as they did the Night Fury in the first film.  Anyway. So while our heroes are uncovering all the interesting quirks and hierarchy of the Fury Flock, we’ll do the same!

So without further ado—bum-ba-da-dum, let me introduce you to—

The Sky Fury! 

(Click for better view)

Yeah, okay, I know it’s a different name and not too terribly different a design, but hear me out below the cut

I don’t think that just because Toothless, is straight black with faintly darker markings (basically only visible in the first movie) that means every other Fury has to be one solid color either. And why should it be white? Most white animals in the wild who don’t live in snowy environments straight up die because of their lack of pigmentation. It makes them a target and it lets reptiles get sunburnt.

But we all know that white contrasted with Toothless’ black has a certain appeal. It’s more visually interesting than a samey-same color pairing between him and any would-be Love Interest. So I kept the white, like most re-designers do.

And then I thought, well, why would Furies have to worry about being spotted by enemies—they’re up in the sky all the time anyway. So instead of having the Furies be completely black and only able to blend in with shadows and the night sky, our Furies will be mottled.

Their markings will be more visible to let them camouflage against cloudscapes in the daytime—and just like black panthers are simply leopards with overwhelming black in their coats, Sky Furies are kind of like what Night Furies might look like if you could fade back some of that intense black and see the patterns underneath. 

 So our Sky Furies are mostly white, but with hints of blue and stormy gray underneath. The youngest Sky Furies are sky-blue around their horns—which, yes, they have horns and spiny spikes, not just smooth aquatic ridges.  I basically leaned into what the original design for the Light Fury was supposed to be; rougher like an axolotl, with influences from a naturally-pale master of camouflage in the wild like the Snow Leopard or Clouded Leopard. We keep all the potential for cuteness without losing the fierceness.

Because you can’t tell me this:

Is nailing the fierce-end of the spectrum as perfectly as THIS DID: 

So the Sky Furies are called Sky Furies because one, Light Fury is a dumb name. It sounds super made-up. Like they were really just trying to rhyme with “Night.” But “Sky” Fury indicates that there’s more to know about this type of Fury besides the fact that they’re associated with Toothless. 

A few things about the Sky Fury Species:

- Only their two largest ear-flaps can move.

- They are better swimmers than Night Furies.

- They can camouflage, but they can’t echolocate.

- They communicate by clicking more often than roaring or other vocalizations. This is why their Old Night Fury leader calls to them by clicking his back spines together, open and shut.

- They have a complex social hierarchy. In one Flock, the leader’s rule is always obeyed; unlike other Dragon species, Furies aren’t susceptible to being “controlled” by an alpha. (This explains why Toothless was able to block out the Bewilderbeast in HTTYD 2. And we can just say he just needed some practice doing it, since he didn’t grow up with his own kind.) They just obey the leader in charge.

- Sky Furies must migrate from the Hidden World to Grimmel’s Land every thirty years. It is an instinctual urge, like Sea Turtles going on land to give birth or Manta Rays migrating. Theory has it their first nesting grounds were on the land Grimmel’s people built their village on top of. Ever since then, Sky Furies and Grimmel’s Tribe have been at intense war. This leaves them with no tolerance at all for humans—in fact, they’ve begun viewing people as a particularly impressive part of their food chain.

- Sky Furies are strategic, team hunters. Rarely do they set out to hunt alone. Part of their social hierarchy is that the first Fury to strike prey (being the fastest) is generally the first to eat. If a Fury is eating alone, it is because that Fury is being punished or outcasted by the others. 

- Sky Furies have almost always been led by Night Furies, because Night Furies can echolocate and sense the underground routes to the Hidden World. In return for this, Sky Furies often hunt for their leader during the daytime hours, the same way lionesses hunt while male lions protects the group.  - Sky Furies sing! This is the only way they use their vocalization abilities, and they only do it when they feel safe. That’s all I’ve got for now. More art to come—more on the specific Love Interest Fury, too.

[needle-noggins]

Sav's Author Highlight: Eshtaresht

For the entire week of @trigunfanfic appreciation week, I’m going to highlight my favorite authors and friends whose writing I adore and why. Last but certainly not least I want to talk about @eshtaresht's fics!

Esht writes some truly incredible stuff. Body horror like crazy, visceral and raw. Sci-fi weirdness in the same vein as some other authors I've recc'd - if you like Becoming Eden, procrastinatingbookworm's dead dove fics, or Mydetheturk's science fiction, you'll love Esht's stuff! It's imaginative, detailed and vivid, with some really fun fics with fun formatting. And the EMOTION. AUGH. They have written some incredible body horror for BH week.

Featherheavy makes me SCREAM. If you love fucked-up emotionally-convoluted and interdependent Vashmeryl, READ THIS. This fic is catnip to me. It lives in the same corner of my mind that Rainy's I could Drown Myself does, the same corner where I look at Vashmeryl and go "yeah, i need to make them more fucked up. Yeah, Bluebells could always get worse." Holding this fic tightly to my chest. Beloved. It's also part of a series about getting brain-blasted by Vash. I love this concept so much.

applecore: Vash post-canon having weird grief about Knives. You know I love a Vash-is-weird-about-grief fic, and we so rarely see fics exploring how he feels about losing his brother, as strained and complicated their relationship was.

Independent is a delicious dead dove set on the ark, you know, when Knives tries to assault Vash one last time. Knives says "let me merge or i'll kill us both" (you know the tumblr post) and he succeeds. It does not end well for him, however. This fic shrimped me good. The formatting makes this so horribly visceral.

Oh, speaking of Vash grief, read Not About the Couch too.

Esht also writes some Millionsummers, specifically this fic that was written for me (literally this time), and I adore it. I love fucked up Millionsummers, and the song that inspired this fic is just so.... fucked up in a delicious way. Compelling! Heed the tags, though; this is Knives reconnecting Legato to Vash's arm, and the implications are.... hmm. Dead doves.

And if you just want pure sci-fi biological weirdness, we got Boys will be bugs, a fic about Zazie with super fun formatting.

[mulders-too-large-shirt]

s2 episode 11 thoughts

okay!!!! i've kept you waiting long enough. now let's get into the things i liked about this episode while ignoring the stuff i didn't.

first. mulder walking into his office. and scully sitting there in the dark, watching a tape.

this had me HOWLING. how did she get in there? she keeps a key to his house and his office on hand at all times? the level of casualness with which he turned on the lights only for dana scully to be sitting in his office chair, as if it were the most natural of things in the world, floored me. she made herself welcome. she looks up and says hello.

then we get a little lore break to learn about the case and yeah yeah case stuff hold on. did she just say she got there at 6 am?

yes, you heard me correctly, she made her way into his office at 6 in the morning to watch the video and go through all of the related x files. i think i had tears in my eyes at this point and i definitely do now as i recount it. dana scully you are such a little weirdo and i love you so bad. i hope you enjoyed your time rummaging through his stuff. glad his space has really become yours as well.

and his entire lack of reaction to her being there pushed me even further over the edge. like, sure. at this point in their relationship, why not walk in to see her sitting at your desk and going through all your shit? the level of casual intimacy is at once so fucking funny and so heartwarming.

(a few weeks ago i was chatting with a friend about our top five favorite fictional characters, and i made the argument that scully and mulder ought to count as just one character for the sake of the ranking, because of how entirely they blend into one person. and her just being there when he opens the door- and having been there for hours at that point- really solidifies my reasoning. and i had made that argument BEFORE seeing any of s2, let alone this moment)

the next moment that had me laughing was when they went to the convalescent home (which wasn't a word i was familiar with before all of this) and our poor agents get stuck questioning a 74 year old man during his bath time. i already had a "oh noooo" feeling of dread about the whole situation- for how could the academy prepare them for this? and sure enough, he flashed them.

now, this was, like i mentioned in an earlier post, part of an attempt at social commentary that i could and might write an essay on- but let's set that aside here, and just deal with the fact that our poor agents have been put into such an awkward position, while understanding that the scene is being played for comedic value despite how awful that would be irl. because mulder smiles and says "thanks for sharing", while scully also bites back laughter. their faces at this moment had me laughing. it was such a "fuck my entire life" moment for both of them and i felt that extreme case of tv show-induced secondhand embarrassment.

and i think they handled it quite well!!! have we considered giving them a raise? for having to deal with all the haunted children and now creepy old men? god. their poor eyes. "thanks for sharing" stfu mulder... he cannot act seriously for ONE minute!!!!!!

there was another big ass coats moment when they walked outside and spoke with someone involved in running the program. and you know by now that's catnip to me!!!

one of the old men starts choking to death (he was taking mushroom pills he wasn't supposed to) and scully slips into Doctor Mode and it was deeply satisfying to watch. she starts saying fancy words and calling out for certain medications- "this man's in ventricular fibrillation, i need 75 milligrams of lidocaine and one amp of amphinephrine" and i'm sat there like yes. exactly right!!! she's doing serious doctor business!!!!

(i need to edit this image to make it appropriate for when her doctor mode takes over. because this is what i'm always referencing when i say someone is "shifting into ____ mode" and i don't think i've ever spelled that out before so i should here. have not seen seinfeld just saw this image one day and it permanently altered my vocabulary)

there's another moment where she's having a doctor-off with the dude who worked at the place and she said the line "the clinical benefits are marginal at best" and idk man i just like to see her doing her doctorly thing.

(she also gets very doctorly excited about the idea of there being improvements for incurable conditions such as alzheimer's and it's good to see some joy on her)

next thing that had me laughing:

"are you saying that the building's haunted? because if you are, i think you've been working with me for too long, scully" <- said in a flirtatious manner

don't remember what was going on at this point beyond someone had just fallen to death, but i wrote "another scully serving looks moment in the midst of tragedy" and i stand by it. this is really an epidemic. scully stop working angles in front of the dead... or don't because i'm not actually complaining <3

we also see mulder prowling down a dark and damp hall and cracking open a lock to break into a room. which seemed like a typical activity for a guy like him. literally just a tuesday in his life. he found a bunch of mushrooms and i made a frantic note reading along the lines of DO NOT TOUCH THEM because famously mushrooms WILL kill you but he seemed unharmed. thank god.

he's all, what if the mushrooms are what is helping the patients, and scully delivers this banger line: "mulder, mushrooms aren't medicine. they taste good on hamburgers, but they can't raise the dead"

which is 1. a hilarious fucking line just for its sheer ridiculousness, and 2. a critical insight into how scully orders her burgers... which i WILL be adding to my list of useless character facts

the episode winds down with mulder getting trapped in a room with rapidly rising water and we see the door SLAM right before scully can witness the ghosts tossing things about. and the commitment to that gag of her never actually seeing the paranormal stuff really got me there.

then, the door breaks due to the water, and everyone is soaking wet, which is always a good look.

overall, highlight of this episode to me was by far scully breaking into his office at 6 am. nothing will top that for me in terms of comedic value. it has become Her space now. she has claimed you mulder, there is no going back, you are in far too deep and thank god for that because you freaks deserve each other.

[kieran-granola]

20 questions for fic writers

I was tagged by @ladytauria! Thank you, bb ❤️

How many works do you have on AO3?

46 total, with 1 of them being @generatorcat way more than mine!

What’s your total A03 word count?

276,196.

What fandoms do you write for?

DC only on this account! I keep my obsessions separate haha

What are your top five fics by kudos?

Pretty (3,335 kudos) -> My beloved first long child that I'm hoping to post the next chapter of some time in January! Aka dysmorphic JayTim mutual pining feat accidental bonding

Whiskers and Wonder Boys (2,993 kudos) -> Adorable baby boyfriends! Or the story of Robin Jason saving Selkie Tim from starvation

The Best Taste in Omegas (2,713 kudos) -> The one in which omega hormones are catnip for children, and Jason keeps finding stray kids in his nests.

The House Always Wins (2,622 kudos) -> Top Dom Tim Wrecks Jason's Ass After Winning a Bet: The Story.

Mother Knows Best  (2,107 kudos) -> The reason why I will never beat the mommy kink allegations, aka Jason overcoming his kink shame with Dom Tim's help.

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

As much as I'm able to! I love to receive comments so I try my best to answer, but sometimes time just runs from me and it's either answering comments or writing.

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

Little Do You Know! This is a dark gaslighting fic, feat Bruce bitching Robin Jason without his knowledge or consent.

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

Probably Thicker than Water? JayTim end up happily married with children, both of them immortal vampires.

Do you get hate on your fic?

Not really? I've gotten some "I wish you'd write this", or some misguided comments but not hate.

Do you write smut?

Yeah.

Do you write crossovers?

Nope. I am Not A Fan.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! Several times! Podfics too. It never stops blowing me away 💕💕

Have you ever co-written a fic?

Yep! Speaking of, I really need to get to editing Trust Fall again. Sorry @themandylion

What‘s your all-time favorite ship?

I have SO MANY ships across too many fandoms, but if I have to pick a ship in DC... It would actually be BruJay. Sorry JayTim nation, I'm a sham 😂

What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I genuinely want to finish Dead to Rights, but I paused it indefinitely when I got pregnant, and I won't pick it back up until the topic of difficult pregnancies/risk of miscarriage stops squicking me out. I love it a lot, and there's a lot I want to say there, but the Creature will need to grow a bit bigger before I'm comfy writing it again.

What’s your writing strengths?

Uh. No idea, actually. I feel like I struggle with everything haha. Possibly writing banter? Not sure...

What’s your writing weaknesses?

EVERYTHING, if you ask me. Though the thing I struggle with the most is endings. It is SO HARD to find a good stopping point that doesn't ring hollow.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Not a full dialogue. A couple of sentences at most. I mean, I'm a native French speaker, so I could do a full conversation, but honestly I find it so unpleasant to read I wouldn't put it in my works.

First fandom you wrote for?

The Untamed 😊

Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

Oh God, that's such a hard question. I love all of my babies for different reasons. But I guess it's a toss up between Pretty and... Well. The unposted steampunk t4t JayTim WIP.

I am tagging anyone who wants to do this, as well as (no pressure) @bi-bats, @skalidra, @thenaphorism, and @beemotionpicture

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 108. brb x oc

a/n: SO I LOST HALF OF THIS CHAPTER BEFORE POSTING THAT'S NOT COOL I WANT TO CRY

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none. pure fluff

goodness gracious (pls read this one to know more what this fic is about!!)

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“Are you sure you are okay?”

Beatrice smiles over her shoulder to where Rooster was, leaning his body against the bathroom’s door frame with a subtle frown on his face, “Can you call in sick? Penny wouldn’t mind, would she?”

“Well,I could if I had time and Penny could call someone now. But I’m feeling a bit better, the water helped, especially iced water.” she says while pulling her hair up in a bun and checking her reflection in the mirror, pulling her lip balm to spread over her lips, “Besides, I’m sure it was just because of the chili, nothing more.”

“Hm…”

“I’m okay,Roos.”

He pushes himself off the threshold to walk behind her, his arms immediately slipping around her waist and his chin propped on her shoulder, with his lips kissing the patch of visible skin that peeked from under her Led Zeppelin shirt. She just smiles at their reflection, even more when he looks up to meet her eyes in the mirror, “This brings back memories.” he murmurs, kissing underneath her jaw, “Really nice ones.”

Beatrice’s cheeks flushed red as she immediately recalled what he was talking about, before they flew off to Palermo and moments after they said yes to each other. “Roos…” she warns fondly, feeling his lips trail up her neck and up her ear, “I-I can’t stay…”

“What if,” he says between kisses, “I call Penny and say that an emergency happened?”

“Emergency?”

“Yeah, there’s something in your husband’s pants and you need to stay to help him get rid of it.”

Beatrice sputters a laugh that’s so melodic it makes Rooster laugh himself, muffling some of it against her neck and bringing her closer to his chest, “I don’t think she’d like that.” she whispered, caressing the side of his face once he looks up again, their eyes meeting one more time, “...do you really miss me that much when I’m gone?”

He chuckles softly, “I always do.” he says sincerely, rubbing his face against her neck like a big cat to catnip, inhaling the lavender embedded to her skin, “Not seeing you is a pain in the ass, but Nikki keeps me distracted enough.”

“...are you going to be one of those husbands…who will always be outside waiting for me, even when we are both old and white haired?”

“And with a cane.” he adds, “Course I will,what sort of husband would I be if I didn’t do that to my gorgeous wife?” her smile turns shy when he says it, so he kisses her cheek again, “You are not getting rid of me, gorgeous. Ever.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Good.”

Beatrice laughs again, turning around in his hold to cup his cheeks and kiss him sweetly, “I gotta go.” she whispers against his mouth, smiling when he makes a sound of disappointment, “Do you want to take me or should I drive there?”

“You are not feeling that great.” he mutters,kissing her lips quickly, “Me and Nikki can take you.” Beatrice smiles more, leaning her head back to look up at him, “I don’t mind.”

“I know you don’t.” she says, rubbing his cheekbones with her thumbs, “Are you going to grab her? I’ll wait for you here.”

“Will do,gorgeous.” he kisses her one last time, this one a bit more deeper than the others, just enough to make her humm in surprise and quickly slap on the shoulder. He chuckles at her beet red face, giving her an innocent shrug and a wink as he backs out of the bathroom towards Nicole’s nursery.

He shouldn’t be surprised to see their little daughter sitting in her crib, she’s been doing that a lot, with her light eyes squinting because she just woke up from her nap, “Hey,Birdie.” he coos, making the little baby look over at him, her hair in all directions because of how she slept, “Hi, sweetie. Did you sleep well?” Nicole just let out an annoyed little whine, rubbing one small fist over her eye, “Come on, let’s get ready to take mama to work and then we are going to spend the night together.”

Nicole yawned when he placed her on his chest, her soft cheek pressed against the muscle on his shoulder and her eyes blinking hard to stay open, “Don’t worry, you can sleep when we get to the car,” he stops moving when she whines, her little arm reaching for the colorful monkey in her crib, “Right, sorry Birdie.” the tinkling gets louder when he picks it up and hands it over to her, smiling as his daughter immediately chews on it, “Are you already teething?”

He gently pries her mouth open to check if there was anything out of the ordinary, only for his daughter to ‘bite’ his thumb with her gums, “I don’t see anything, but you are six months old already, so there’s a chance they’ll show up soon,huh?” she just kept chewing his finger because it was clearly more fun than her monkey toy.

He didn’t mind it, after all it wasn’t hurting him…yet. The second she gets those teeth…that’s a different story, “Come on, let’s see if mama is done.”

“Mama.”

“Yes,mama, mama is getting ready for work.”

“Wok…mama.” he blinked when he hears her almost say the word correctly, “Wok?” she shakes her little monkey at him, “Wok.”

“Mama has work- are you expanding your vocabulary right now?”

Was his daughter a prodigy?

Nicole just kept on nomming his finger instead of replying with any other vocalization, deciding that her father’s hand was a better chew toy than her colorful monkey ever was. But he just ignored because as long she was having fun everything was okay, plus it wasn’t hurting…it was just…wet. Bradley looks back at Nicole when she tries to chew on his knuckle, “Okay, okay,alright,Birdie,” he pulls his hand back only for her to whine in complaint, “Listen,I know I’m your dad…but I’m not a teething toy.”

“Dada!”

“No, you can’t bite me!”

And her eyes filled with tears, her little hands reaching for his own as she hiccuped a gentle sob, “Oh,no, no, no no! No, no, don't cry! Don’t cry,” he curses under his breath, then brings his hand up to her lips again, Nicole’s gentle whining stopped and she continued chewing on his curled finger, as if it was her own pacifier, “...you are just like your mother, you two have me in your hands.” 

“What’s that?”

Rooster turns when Beatrice shows up on the door, her back slung on her shoulder, head tilted and brows furrowed when she sees his hand being chewed by their daughter, “Um…” she laughs softly pointing at the scene, “What’s going on over there?”

“Apparently our daughter thinks I am a much better toy than any other that she has.” he says, completely serious with his six months old chewing on his finger as if it was the most casual thing that ever happened, “And she doesn’t want to let me go.” he pauses, “And there’s drool all over me but I don’t care.”

“I can see it.” Beatrice laughs, stepping into the room and smiling when Nicole’s eyes dart to hers, her daughter giggling while keeping Rooster’s finger inside her mouth, “Oh you are such a cutie! You can’t be chewing daddy’s hand like that!” Beatrice waits until Nicole lets go of his hand to pick her from his hold, “Because soon enough you’ll have teeth and baby teeth can be complicated.” she frowns a bit, “Especially when I breastfeed you.”

“Ouch.” Rooster mutters, “I’m going to wash my hand really quickly.”

“That’s okay.”

He kisses her forehead before walking around her, only to stop at the threshold, “You are okay,right?” his brows furrow with worry and Beatrice feels her heart soar, “If you do, you can call me and I’ll pick you up.”

“I know Roos.” she smiles, “I’m fine.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, yes,I’m sure Brad.” he still stood by the door for a few seconds, the corner of his mouth lifting in a smirk and he walked away. Beatrice only smiled while bouncing Nicole in her arms, this time she was chewing on her rubber monkey instead of anything else within her reach.

Beatrice’s nausea was partially gone, it was much better than before, it was just a little discomfort that often passed whenever she had water. She was feeling better and didn’t want Rooster to worry - which was hard, all things considered - and just wanted to go to the bar and work until she had to leave.

It’d definitely help ease her mind.

She looks back up when she hears the tinkle of keys and his footsteps approaching the door, “Ready?” he asks and she nods, “Good, come on then.” he waits for the two at the door, kissing her cheek and Nicole’s head, smiling brightly when his little girl immediately turned her head to look at him, keeping him in her sights as her mother walked down the stairs.

Nicole’s cheeks looked so much fuller when she smiled and her eyelids almost swallowed her light eyes with how happy she was. Beatrice peeked at their daughter briefly, then at him, “I know,Birdie, daddy is lovely to look at.’

Rooster ‘hms’ amusedly, “So is mama.”

“She’s looking at you now.” and as if on cue,Nicole looked at Beatrice with the same happy look, “Oh you are just so cute,huh?” Nicole vocalized happily, clapping her little hands the best that she could as they got to the first floor.

As they said goodbye to the dogs, Rooster unlocked the car so Beatrice could put Nicole in her seat, “Alright, do you want me to pick you up?”

“Oh, there’s no need,Roos. Shells can take me.”

‘You sure?”

She knew that tone, looking back at him with a knowing smile, “Yes, my darling husband.” she coos, draping her arms around his neck, “I’m very sure.” she kisses his lips a few times, giggling at the sweet pecks he gave right back, “Don’t worry about me.”

“Hmmm, gonna try my best.” he mutters against her lips, breaking every part of his sentence with a kiss, ‘But I,” kiss “Can’t,” kiss, “Help it.” 

She laughs even more, kissing him one final time and stepping away from Rooster’s body, “I’ll be okay.” she smiles, “If I don’t feel good I’ll give you a call.”

“Penny would hate it if I just called nonstop,huh?”

“She would.” she smiles, watching as he opens the passenger door for her, “Maybe even forbid you from coming to the bar,” she says as she places her bag inside and then sits down, her husband’s arm holding his whole body up against the door. His smile falter for a second, just as his mouth parts in a retort.

“She wouldn’t…right?”

“If you distract me,which…you do most of the time,” Bea grins, “Too much then yeah, she would. You talk as if you didn’t know how Penny is.”

Rooster furrows his brows and pouts his lips ever so slightly, waiting until Beatrice was fully inside to close the door and walk to the driver’s side, “Hypothetically.” he says as soon as he sits down, making his wife grin and Nicole babble happily behind them, “How many calls would that take?” Beatrice tilted her head at him, “I mean,I’m just curious because what if it’s three? Or four?”

“Roos.”

“It’s not my fault.” the garage door slowly opens to reveal the outside, “I mean, come on, you aren’t feeling well,” Beatrice leans her hand against her cheek as he speaks, numbering out the reasons why it’d be okay for him to call the bar, “If you aren’t feeling well I can call you maybe…twice?” he drawls out the word just to see his wife grinning even more, “Twice wouldn’t be enough to kick me out.”

“That depends how long you’d end up talking to me.”

“I mean, it wouldn’t be too long, maybe two hours.”

“Two hours?! Roos!” she laughs with surprise, gently shoving his shoulder, “You can’t talk to me for two hours.” but she knew he could if he so desired, especially because they never see the time go by when they were chatting at all, “Okay, maybe you could…but that would be too long and it’d cover more than half of my shift at the bar!”

Rooster huffs almost indignantly, tapping his ring finger against the steering wheel as they wait for the light to turn green, “I mean…yeah, you are right. But you promise me you’ll call if you feel sick.”

“I do.” she holds up her pinky finger, “Pinky promise.”

He stares at her smaller hand with a slow grin spreading over his lips, shaking his head while laughing and hooking his larger digit against her own, “Good.” and he kisses her one more time before he drove off to the bar.

Luckily the parking area was empty every time Beatrice went to work, so he could park really close to the Hard Deck and make it easier for her when she walked out. “Okay, I’m going to go.” she grabs her bag from the floor, looking back to check on Nikki and playfully wiggle her small foot, “You have a good time with dada,okay? I’m sure you’ll nap a lot together.”

“Hey…that’s not all we do.” he retorts, “We play and nap,thankyouverymuch.”

Beatrice offered him a gentle eye roll before she checked her bag’s contents, “Well, okay,I’ll go now…and you’ll be okay,right? Not worrying about me too much.”

“Gonna try my absolute best,gorgeous.” 

She grins before meeting his lips in a kiss, “Okay,’ she whispers, leaning back only for Rooster to follow her lips and snatch another peck from her, “Rooster! Don’t start,I’m already partially late.” she dares one look towards the entrance only to see Shells’ face poking out from behind the doors, “See?”

“One more.” he coos, “One last one, before you go.”

“You are terrible.” but she’s laughing,cupping his face between her hands and kissing him quickly, adding one more for good measure, “Okay, okay now I’m going to go.” she laughs at his dopey smile and at the way he leaned his body against the seat, almost as if he was absolutely soft because of their kissing.

Beatrice stops by the door, holding onto the edge with her face going a soft red, “I love you,Roos.”

Rooster’s smile widens, “I love you too,gorgeous. Have a nice night at work.” he watches as she waves her hand to Nikki one last time before closing the door and walking towards the bar. He could hear Shells’ saying something and then playfully jabbing Beatrice’s shoulder repeatedly and laughing, cackling before looking back at Rooster.

He waits until both are inside the bar to sigh and lean back on his seat, “Alright,” he turns to face Nikki,”Time to go,Nikki.”

[teaberrii]

Chapter Eleven: The President's Lie

You and Cyno can’t be more different. He’s Akademiya’s perfect student council president. You’re a labelled, cursed delinquent who changes into a cat for eight hours when kissed.

When Cyno gets a complaint about you, he’s forced to take action, only for it to lead to unexpected circumstances.

Cyno/You

Notes:

Cross-posted on Ao3

Chapter index at the end of chapter one

Tighnari walks inside.

No.

Tighnari closes the door.

No.

Tighnari leans against it… and smiles.

No.

“I’m glad to see you’re okay, Catnip.”

“Just let me explain, Tighnari,” Cyno says calmly.

“I’m listening.” Tighnari pushes himself off the door and sits on the couch.

Cyno frowns. “What’s with that attitude?”

“I’m just curious to hear what excuse you’ll come up with,” Tighnari says, smiling. “This is the second time already, Cyno.”

“There wasn't a first time.”

You and Cyno look at each other as Tighnari laughs. "Fine. But"—Tighnari looks at you—"you can't say there's nothing going on." Then, he gets off the couch and puts a hand on Cyno's shoulder. "Look. Whatever it is… your secret is safe with me."

Well, it’s not really his secret. But are you comfortable telling Tighnari about your fluffy problem? Because it’s either that or…

“Gosh, I don’t see what the big deal is,” Tighnari continues. “You two are dating! So what?” Cyno meets your eyes. “But we’re on a school trip, for crying out loud! You might want to refrain from your… activities until after we get back.”

“That’s not—”

“I never thought I’d see the day Cyno would sneak a girl into his room. This day should be documented.”

Cyno glares at him. “You’re pushing it, Tighnari.”

“Okay, okay. No more jokes! But, geez”—he turns to you—“were you here this whole time, Catnip? Did you oversleep? Do you know how many people are looking for you?”

“No, I wasn’t here this whole time,” you say dryly.

“Well, you better have a good explanation for what’s to come. Because”—Tighnari points to the two of you—“whatever happened here ain’t going to cut it.”

“We get it!”

You and Cyno are oddly in sync today, and he isn’t sure if that’s good or bad.

◆◆◆

As much as Cyno wants to keep this fiasco quiet, they have no choice but to tell Candace. Someone has to get you proper clothes before you make your grand appearance to the professors.

“As much as I’m glad that Catnip’s okay, you’re making me miss class for this?” Candace is sitting on the couch in Cyno and Tighnari’s dorm. You’re in the washroom getting changed. Candace looks at Cyno. “There are so many things I want to say to you right now.”

Cyno sighs. He knows. He and Candace have been friends for a long time, and he knows she has a long lecture coming. It doesn't matter if he's "dating" you. This entire situation is questionable and wrong. Cyno doesn't need Candace to tell him that she expected better from both of you.

“It’s not his fault.” You walk out of the bathroom with his clothes draped around your arm. After putting them on the top of the couch, you sit next to Cyno. “It’s technically mine.”

“Ah… the passions of young love. So easily do they cloud the mind.”

“Quiet, Tighnari,” Candace deadpans.

“I’m only trying to lighten the situation!"

Candace turns to you and Cyno. “So, what excuse do you have for the professors?”

“I’ll think of something,” you say.

"We'll think of something." Cyno takes your hand, and you immediately look at him. But, as long as you don't mind, he doesn't care. Tighnari and Candace already think you're dating. Might as well play the part. 

Tighnari and Candace look at each other, a little bewildered. “Am I… really alive to see this right now?” Tighnari asks. “This… I… I feel like I’m seeing something I’m not supposed to see!”

“You’re exaggerating,” Candace says. “They’re just holding hands. What’s wrong with that?”

“Yeah… but this is Cyno.”

Cyno coughs loudly, and his friends turn to him. Tighnari awkwardly clears his throat and says, “But hang on. Why did you say she wasn’t your girlfriend earlier?”

“... We wanted to keep it a secret.”

Everyone turns to you. Even Cyno is surprised that you said something. But wait. Does that mean you’re really okay with being his… fake girlfriend?

“Why?” Tighnari asks. “Er, if you don’t mind my asking, that is.”

"Let's save this conversation for another time," Candace says. Then, she looks at you. "Right now, we should let the world know you're alive."

Soon, the four of you are walking down the hallway. Tighnari and Candace are walking in front, chatting about something, while you and Cyno are at the back.

"... Hey, prez." Cyno looks at you. "How long are you going to keep holding my hand?" Cyno lets go and put his hand inside his pocket while you cross your arms. "You don't have a girlfriend?"

Cyno almost stops. Girlfriend? Who is this girlfriend that he doesn’t know about? “What are you talking about?”

“Er, just… wondering. A girl called you when you were at my house, remember?”

"... Nahida?" Cyno scoffs. "That was my cousin. She occasionally stays with me." Wait. Does this mean you thought he was… taken all this time? Or were you not sure and didn't want to ask? Or was it just an innocent question? Cyno almost shakes his head. Let's calm down. "I don't have a girlfriend." He wouldn't have gotten this close to you if he did. But should he say that?

You chuckle. “So… were you really telling the truth that night? You never been on a date before?”

“Are you teasing me now, Catnip?”

"No, no!" You almost raise your hands in defence. "It's just… I don't know. I find it weird. You're the student council president. And… well, you don't look half bad, so—"

No. Please keep going. Cyno wants to hear the rest. Does this mean you think he’s good-looking?

“Well, what about you?” Cyno asks. “You don’t have a boyfriend, do you?”

"If I did, I'd dump his ass by now with all that's been going on," you deadpan. Then, you laugh softly. "Okay, jokes aside… No. I don't." Does that mean he's your first? Okay. Maybe that's a stretch, as you aren't really dating, but still. You gently nudge him. “But I’m a little better than you. I’ve been on a few dates.”

“I guess they never made the cut.”

“Should I be flattered that you think they were the issue and not me?”

“Some people are just not right for each other," Cyno says, "and sometimes that’s no one’s fault.”

“Just curious… what kind of girls do you like, prez?”

Candace and Tighnari turn the corner, but Cyno takes your hand before you can follow. You stop. Then, Cyno turns and steps closer to you. He leans down, so he's on eye level with you.

“Me?” he asks quietly with a mischievous smirk. “Clumsy, kind delinquents.”

Did he succeed in making you a little flustered? You hold his gaze and slowly move your hands up to his face. Then, you suddenly stretch his cheeks until he moves back, and you let go.

“Personal space, prez. Don’t cross the line.”

Did your heart not even flutter a little? Cyno wouldn't have known until you walked and abruptly stopped in the wrong direction. Then, you quickly turn around and disappear around the corner.

Maybe he has a chance after all.

◆◆◆

“Are you sure you don’t want me to go in with you?”

Candace and Tighnari are standing to the side. Behind you is a door that leads into the makeshift teacher's lounge. Cyno stands in front of you; you've already told him you can handle this alone. But he wants to make it clear that you don't have to.

“I’m fine, prez! You worry too much.”

“Ah… the beauty of young love.”

Candace rolls her eyes. "Here we go again."

Suddenly, the door opens, and everyone is stunned to see your friend on the other side. Kaveh, Alhaitham, and a few other professors are inside. They almost run up to you.

“Catnip!”

“... Who?”

Kaveh awkwardly clears his throat and says your name. “We’ve been looking all over for you!”

“Are you okay?” Alhaitham asks, walking up to you. He looks at the others. “The rest of you are supposed to be in class.”

Your friend has already left. As you walk inside the teacher’s lounge, Cyno goes after her, even though Tighnari calls him and asks, “Where are you going?”

In an empty corridor, your friend stops. Then, without turning around, she asks, "Do you need something, Mr. President?"

“What did you tell them?”

She laughs and turns around. “Is this about Catnip? Are you afraid I’ll spread rumours about her again?”

“Has that changed?”

She scoffs. “I put in a good word for her. If you don’t believe me, you can ask her yourself.”

“... Does this mean you’re going to stop harassing her?”

She crosses her arms. "If I don't, I suppose I'll have to answer you." She walks toward him. "Why are you going to such great lengths to protect her?" Cyno says nothing, so she continues, "You're in love with her, aren't you?"

“Just stay away from her,” he says lowly.

As he turns around, she says, “It’s you who will get hurt in the end… prez. She’s an Eremite. She’s different from everyone else.”

Cyno looks over his shoulder. “That’s why I like her.”

And then he’s gone.

◆◆◆

While everyone has free time for the rest of the evening, you and Cyno are stuck in detention. He for missing class and you for the panic you caused. You and he are sitting on opposite sides of the classroom, supervised by Alhaitham. Cyno's almost done with his assignment just when his phone buzzes. He discreetly pulls it out and sees a message from you.

Catnip: Stuck on 15.

Cyno glances at you, who looks incredibly bored. You look at him and gently tap your pencil against the paper.

And?

Cyno almost smiles when he sees you drop the pencil and furiously type a reply.

Catnip: -.- Seriously, prez?

“Put your phones away.”

Cyno looks at Alhaitham, who flips a page of his book. How did he know? Cyno does as he’s told and continues working. Soon, you approach Alhaitham with your paper.

“Um, professor, I’d like some help on a question,” you say.

Alhaitham closes his book, and you put your paper on his desk. Cyno watches you nod and lean closer to his cousin as he explains the problem to you. Then, Cyno looks down at his paper. He remembers the time you called Alhaitham cute. Did you mean it? Is Alhaitham the type of guy you like? Somehow, Cyno feels you'd say yes if he were to ask. He looks up and sees you walk back to your desk. When you meet eyes, you slightly stick out your tongue at him, and he scoffs quietly with a small smile.

The door opens, and a professor walks in. “Alhaitham? Do you have a minute?”

Just as the door closes again with you and Cyno alone in the room, you look at each other. “We could make a run for it,” you say jokingly.

“And get into more trouble than we are now?” Cyno puts his pencil down. “Sure. Why not?”

Your jaw almost drops. “I—wait—Prez, are you okay?”

“Fine. Why do you ask?”

“... You’re joking, right?”

Cyno stands and walks over to your desk. He extends his hand out to you. “Do you think I’m still joking?” You scoff and roll your eyes. Then, you slap his hand, but he quickly grabs it and pulls you to your feet. His face is inches away from yours. “You’ll just have to be prepared to spend more time with me.”

Cyno knows he doesn't need to lower his voice like that. But, anything to see your face turn red. You back away quickly. "Wha—what is that supposed to mean?"

“Well, if we run away together and get caught, we’ll have to face the consequences.”

The door slides open, and Alhaitham walks in with the most unreadable expression ever. He crosses his arms. “I leave you two alone for five minutes, and you’re thinking of eloping?”

Your eyes widen. “W-w-wait! No. That’s not—”

“Get back to your desk, Cyno,” Alhaitham deadpans. Cyno does as he’s told as you awkwardly sit back down. “Just for that, the two of you can write me an essay before we leave tomorrow.”

"But," you start, glancing at Cyno. "Tomorrow is our last day, and"—your voice drops—"the only day we have a day off."

Alhaitham smiles at you. “Well, I’m sure the two of you won’t mind spending it together then.”

“... Together?”

"I want one essay from you two before the end of tomorrow."

You and Cyno look at each other… again. But this time, you quickly turn back and groan, “I can’t believe this.”

Neither can he.

◆◆◆

By the time you and Cyno get out of detention, most students have already returned to their dorms. You and Cyno are walking together when he asks, "What happened in the teacher's lounge?"

“... Nothing, really. She… actually lied for me.”

Cyno looks at you. “Your friend?”

You nod. “She apparently told them this elaborate story… but at the end, she said that I would be fine.”

“... You don’t think she knows about your secret, do you?”

“Probably not… I turned before she woke up.”

Perhaps she really did have a change of heart.

“Hey, lovebirds!”

You and Cyno turn around and see Tighnari, Candace, and a few friends walking toward you. Candace looks like she wants to hit Tighnari as one asks, “Lovebirds?”

Tighnari puts a hand over his mouth as Candace mutters, “Nice going.”

“Wait…” one student says, looking at you and Cyno. “Are you two dating?”

Cyno takes your hand, and you immediately turn to him. 

A loud gasp. “No way!”

“Seriously?”

“I guess the two of you aren’t going to keep it a secret anymore,” Candace says.

“I, uh, I guess not,” you say quietly.

“Who confessed first?”

“When did you start dating?”

Candace claps her hands. “Alright, alright. You guys are being too nosy.”

Tighnari chuckles. “Don’t tell me you aren’t curious, too, Candace.”

“You didn’t let me finish,” Candace says. “One question at a time.” She loops her arm around yours. “So, when did it start?”

“Last week.”

“This week.”

You and Cyno look at each other.

“A few days ago.”

“This morning.”

Tighnari looks from Cyno to you and back to you. "Oh, I get it. It's one of those situations where no one made it official, and it just happened naturally, right?"

“Er, yeah,” you say quietly. “Let’s go with that.”

“So, how was detention with Alhaitham?” Tighnari asks. “Did anything… happen?”

Cyno frowns. “What are you hinting at?”

"Nothing! You know… it's just a little romantic that you two got detention together.”

“That wasn’t our choice!” you say.

“Ooh, did anyone get punished?”

You give Candace a deadpan look. “Not you, too, Candace.”

After the laughs die down, Cyno says, "We were close to running away together." You glare at him as everyone starts talking over one another. Then, he gives you a quick wink, and you quickly turn away.

Tighnari's voice finally rises above the noise. "Context, please!"

“That’s it,” Cyno says. “That’s the context.”

Cyno looks at you, who clearly does not look happy. But then he sees your hand in his. You're apparently not angry enough to let go of his hand.

When you and Candace reach your dorm, Cyno doesn't let go of your hand. Instead, he spins you around and leans closer. Someone gasps and Tighnari puts his hand over Candace's eyes. She frowns and swipes her friend's hand away.

“Goodnight, Catnip,” Cyno whispers in your ear. Then, he leans back up. “See you tomorrow.”

"... Tomorrow at eight," you say. "Teacher's lounge." You're about to walk into your dorm when you turn around. "Don't be late."

As Candace follows you, Tighnari looks at Cyno. “What was that?”

“An essay date."

“What kind of a date is that?”

Good question. Cyno's about to find out tomorrow.

Chapter Twelve

End notes:

I don't know if it's because of the song I was listening to when I was writing this, but I couldn't stop smiling LOL

Cyno's makin' his moves now hehe

Tag List: @seirenspinel @lxry-chxn @suoshiii @lordbugs @iwishitwas @bennytheghost @sketcheeeee @ch0c0shortiie @riylvx

[cardiac-arresting-sweetheart]

Hey 🔥🔥

stray cat, hissing, claws, whiskers, catnip

also hi i miss you (gonna read more of the book of bill later!)

HAIIIIIIIII ^_^ YIPPEEEEEEEEEE

original post

answering for 💐 and ☀️ ^_^ (because idk bow emoji well enough to answer these yet to be honest GHHHH it's not personalT_T)

stray cat ♡ how do you feel when your darling interacts with others? do you try to isolate them?

💐 : i don't think about it much tbh.. probably because i don't see it. She's in my head. lmfao. so ? it's hard to answer. i can imagine how i'd feel though... i honestly don't think i'd get very jealous. i don't really get that jealous with Her... i am a bit possessive, yeah, but i don't think about it too much. maybe if She were with me in person or even as an online friend.. i'd probably be more possessive and want to isolate Her.

☀️: can i choose not to answer ? /silly IDK LIKEEEEEE i get jealous so easily it's embarrrassing... i don't wanna talk about it... /silly . i wouldn't ever want to isolate them because 1. would feel too bad 2. would not be the best option for xem at all!!!!!! so no to that.

hissing ♡ are you jealous or possessive when it comes to your darling? if so, what makes you jealous or possessive?

💐 : eee i kinda answered this in the last question but ya a bit..? i'm not very jealous but more possessive. i want Her to only need me. and no one else ^_^ but i feel pretty confident in the fact that She only wants me, i guess. the thought of Her being with someone does make me homicidal though. teehee

☀️: UNFORTUNATELYYYY T_T SAVE ME SAVE ME SAVE ME THE EVIL THOUGHTS!!!! lmfaooo okay. Yeah i do it's pretty bad. it's not as bad as it has been with other darlings but gawd it's annoying. like get out of my head thoughts PLEAAAAAAAASE okay i'll stop

claws ♡ how do you react to any obstacles between you and your darling? what about if they cheated on you or broke a promise?

obstacles: i just. manifest them away ^_^ that's always what i try to do. or try to communicate my way through them but sometimes that doesn't... work... or i decide that that's too direct, i guess? like... sometimes i'd rather deal with it indirectly because i worry about the outcome. not really in an anxious way it just feels like i'm being cautious.

cheated or broke a promise:

💐 : IF SHE CHEATED I WOULD LITERALLY FUCKING KILL HER. deep breaths. okay. ^_^ teehee. i would probably scream at Her for several hours and undergo The Biggest, Most Awful, Most Tragic Split in Human History (/ref) and idk if i could ever even get over that my god . but breaking a promise i usually dont really fucking care anymore because She's such a liar (it feels very funny to capitalize Her pronouns as i'm doing this because i'm full on slandering her rn LMFAOOO) lollllllllll ^_^ oh well.

☀️: um explode? I CAN'T EVEN IMAGINE THAT HAPPENING i think that would cause me to die instantly idk man. I CANT EVEN IMAGINE IT?!?!!? idk!!!!!

whiskers ♡ how close are you with your darling?

💐 : Merged Souls. all i need to say. Ok let me actually explain more LMFAO. i feel like She's the one i'm closest to in all of my relationships out of everyone i've ever known. it's hard to explain. like i know Her so well and feel so weirdly comfortable with her. like She knows everything about me.. so it's hard not to feel close with Her lol

☀️: i dunno >_< i feel like we're pretty close but we could be closer. i haven't known xem for that long either soooo i dunno! just gotta give it some more time i imagine. i can be patient if i need to be... :3

catnip ♡ what are your favorite things about your darling?

... i will take this as an excuse to enter my weird poetic descriptions.

💐: i choked on Love and felt it bubble up until it engulfed me, leaving me empty from nothing but Her. i could not even see the sky, i could not reach out with my hands. yet Love was the womb - yet its warm was of viscera and blood and ugly insides. i found Her everywhere around me even as i began to regain consciousness: in the walls in the floorboards in the air. i choked on Love again but coughed it out. it stained my hands for the rest of time.

i woke up again and didn't know i had fallen asleep. i felt Her energy envelop me, and i couldn't call it warmth nor cold - simply a blazing fire, entirely its own. entirely Hers. i suffocated myself in the smoke, let Her take my life. it always had belonged to Her anyway.

☀️: it's always the sun; after years of drowning myself in the moonlight, hiding away in the day, i forgot how the light felt on my skin. like a cat, i sunbathed - basking in the radiance. i reached out and felt warmth reach back to me, cradling me as if a delicate newborn kitten. at that moment i was so close to shatter, yet i remained.

and in every phase of the sun, it maintains its own sort of beauty. i could never put my finger on it, but as i lift my head and stare back, i find it. simple as ever. oneself entirely.

^ this all makes sense to me and answers the question. Somehow. did get a little bit sidetracked however HAAH

I MISSED YOU TOO!!! (i say as we are talking live in action) ^_^ hope u have fun yippee

[painonthebrain]

❄️ • Whumpmas in July Day 2 - Favorite Tropes • ❄️

Ohh I have so many... but for this post, I’ll list just a few.

Waterboarding

Remember when I said waterboarding wasn’t one of my favorites? Yeah well guess what, I found out there are multiple kinds of waterboarding. My eyes have been opened, folks. (I just discovered that the one where whumper forces the whumpee’s head underwater counts so… yea)

This is some good stuff right here. First off the whumpee gets all wet — their hair, their clothes (or lack thereof), their face, everything. Second, you get the fun of repeatedly watching whumpee react to nearly drowning, and all while whumper controls when they get to breathe.

There’s also a kind of pseudo-messiness that comes with it that I like. Coughing up water, the tears and snot, the struggle … ooh. That is the good stuff. Plus if there’s blood? Ohh that looks fantastic mixed in with the water

Anyway it’s all about the power exchange and the proximity to death and it is very good I love it

Factory whump

It is such a shame this trope is so rare because it is like catnip to me — tell me there’s a factory extracting things from people or a factory converting people into things or any other fucked up stuff involving factories and I will immediately want to hear more.

AND when it’s combined with transformation or brainwashing or non-con body modification? I’m hooked.

It’s so specific but I loveeee it it just has such a freaky industrial feel to it aaaahhhh

Dehumanization

Love this one. When a whumpee is stripped of their humanity? Oh that’s the good stuff. Maybe their name is replaced by something else, a new name or maybe even just an identification number or something derogatory like idiot or dog…

There’s just something about the rights we mostly take for granted being stripped away or even never there to begin with and it’s fascinating and fun to see in whump

Ugh it’s such a fun trope but also very profound if you think about it you know… dehumanization has so many themes and storytelling potential and ugh. Just. Dehumanization.

@whumpmasinjuly-archive

[silent-dragon]

Happy Birthday Esca!

The day is here! Here is the full art of Bloom Birthday Esca.

Bouquet Meaning

Pink carnations - His Affection towards others

Snowdrops - His Hopes for the future

Yellow Butterfly Milkweed - Sign of him ready to let go or moving on from something/someone

Catnip - His Love for Cats

Forest Moss - His attachment to Nature

Wish him well today with asks if want he will reply to them to give thanks.

🌙🦌🧡

____________

Birthday Interview Below

Note: This Esca is post his dorm's story so some things in art and interview reflect this. His name is one such thing as before Damián was his first name. I made sure to not be too spoilery of the story since in progress of posting it.

Birthday Interview

January 12,2023

Birthday Man: Esca Damián Delgado

Interviewer: Sigurd Romeo-Henry Farscrew

Location: Serendipia Dorm - Night's Meow Entrance Room

🌙

Esca: Such an eventful start of the night. Usually I'm the one doing the party set-up so it feels odd.

Esca: I have a strange feeling about this interview thing..I am not great at being questioned if I don't know who is asking them.

Sigurd: Evening Sir Delgado!! I have arrived as foretold.

Esca: Oh? Hello Sir..uh…oh..I am terribly sorry I am bad at remembering names sometimes.

Sigurd: Ah quite alright tis is I Sigurd Romeo-Henry Farscrew!

Esca: That's quite the name..but evening Sir Farscrew are you here as the question asker?

Sigurd: Very so! I was given paper of words to ask thy heart.

Esca: I am..very nervous now..also if possible can try to speak plainly? Sorry I just remember your friend telling me to ask you if hard to understand you.

Sigurd: Yes yes apologies I will do so I got too excited so my words return to tongue.

🌙

Sigurd: I start asking the questions listed here to say. To start,"Is there a job you wish to pursue?".

Esca: A job? Hmmm..ah a nature photographer.

Sigurd: Oh? Can elaborate on why?

Esca: I've always been a nature lover since I raised myself mostly in a forest yet I haven't seen all the kinds of nature possible so a job that lets me see it all and share with others would be perfect.

Sigurd: That does sound like you have your mind set on it. That requires you to travel a lot I feel like?

Esca: Yes,which I've never done much of due to fears but after what happened to me here I am ready to do something different that tests me.

Sigurd: Would the journey be by yourself?

Esca: No, I would be taking my brother with me. He has the same desire to see more of the world but is often too sick too so I will care for him as we both travel and take pictures of what we see. Sable also would come along as he loves travel as well. There's another who I hope to see during the adventure too…

Sigurd: Another? Oh..hmmm do I sense..romance?!

Esca: I….no uh I just meant a friend I will miss once years are over. I've made a lot of friends so often I will miss them…

Sigurd: Sir I won't pry but the pause in your voice says I perhaps am right..

Esca: ……

🌙

Sigurd: Uh..next question! "Your most precious thing you can't live without?"

Esca: ..cats…

Sigurd: Cats?

Esca: Yes..

Sigurd: ..Nothing more to say?

Esca: No..

Sigurd: Alright..I will write that down as cats in all capital letters to fill space. Sorry I do understand you're not the type for interviews.

Esca: Yeah makes me feel I am put on the spot for doing something wrong.

🌙

Sigurd: Very true they are troublesome most times so last question! "Something you wish you knew beforehand?".

Esca: Who I was before the truth hurt some people I cared for.

Sigurd: I see! Is this about the incident that happened here last month? I believe only your dorm students know about it, us outside only heard rumors.

Esca: Yes it is and I am sorry I can't say exactly what happened as I was told not to by staff for safety reasons but know it has changed me a lot as you can physically see.

Sigurd: I do but didn't ask as unsure if rude to ask about it.

Esca: It is fine I've gotten used to it mostly but makes things a bit hard to do. My mind also is more informed on things I dearly wish I had known before but all I can do is move forward.

Sigurd: May I ask if will get it fixed or keep it as is?

Esca: I know I can with magic but since it's a reminder of an important moment in my life I am going to leave it as is for now. In future I may do something about it if it interrupts me.

Sigurd: What an enlightening statement I may need to follow those words myself. The interview is now over! I'm sure you're ready for the merriment?

🌙

Esca: Thank you Sigurd for being a pleasant person to speak to. I am looking forward to what everyone has prepared for the party. They didn't let me help out at all so it will be a surprise.

Sigurd: May I accompany you to this? I'm used to invitations..

Esca: Of course! As I said I had no control over this party so I'm unsure who was invited from outside the dorm but I invite you as the birthday man himself..though Sable might be a bit ruffled I am doing this.

Sigurd: The sweet songbird! I've missed his beautiful voice and soft feel of feathers..Oh I am so excited.

Esca: Haha..yeah he will be mad but no matter let's go before I am late to my own birthday party!

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Groovy art to be posted later!

used utapri ranmaru fantasy circus sr art as pose ref

used assets from bloom birthday Lilia & Jack for some outfit details

[pynkhues]

I think Timothee’s Oscar nomination was a fluke . He got lucky about that year not being so competitive in the male category and that the Oscar’s love a “upcoming actor” revelation once in a while but his performance in CMBYN pales in comparison to the people he was nominated with. He got incredible lucky.

I agree Tom Holland is a better actor but doesn’t seem to have a good agent. And Hollywood wants to make Timothee a thing so bad. But when I heard Tom Holland was also in the running for Wonka I was confused because doesn’t he has dancing background and he seems to do better with charismatic roles. He seemed like the better option altogether.

And another thing, Timothee’s hype should’ve been given to Jharrel Jerome or Lucas Hedges, two actors that were having their breakthrough that same year but barely got any hype for their performance. And mind you, Jerome is an Emmy winner which breakthrough role was in Moonlight, but he hasn’t been able to get the roles Timothee gets offered and he is the superior actor. But we know Hollywood so.

(x)

I definitely agree in terms of 2017 being a weak year for lead actors (gosh, while I think Daniel Kaluuya in Get Out was hands down one of the best performerances of the year, the Academy hates horror, and the fact that he got a [deserved!!] nom for that role lowkey shows what a weak year it was outside of genre cinema tbqh), but I don't know if I think Timothee's nomination was a fluke per se.

I actually don't particularly like Call Me By Your Name as a movie - I thought it was wildly overrated seeing it upon its release, and have rewatched it since and just - - never especially understood the hype, but I do think Luca Guadagnino had established himself as a director the Academy was Aware Of after I Am Love's nomination in '09, and I think there's a particular softness in terms of voters for an 'American falling in love in Italy' film dating back at the very least to Audrey Hepburn's 1953 Roman Holiday and more importantly to me specifically, haha, Katharine Hepburn's sublime turn in the 1955 Summertime.

I think that particular softness directly paired up with Hollywood's realisation that there were no young male stars to pin their hopes onto, and as a result Timothee probably felt dropped into their hands as a well-connected young actor in a prestige indie by an Academy-watched director that was a minority-focused, sun-soaked Europe coming of age story. That's catnip for The Academy, not a fluke, although yeah, I do think there was quite a lot of luck involved there too, haha.

I agree that Hollywood's committed to making him happen, but I think a huge part of that is because there hasn't really been an alternative up until this year. There have been so many failed male star attempts in the last decade (Dane DeHaan, Logan Lerman, Taylor Kitsch, Miles Teller and Alden Ehrenreich all spring to mind, and yeah, they all still have varying degrees of decent careers, but their 'movie star potential' seems shot [I also even like some of these dudes!]) and he's the one that's stuck the most, so I can't really blame the industry for trying to make him Leo 2.0.

And yeah, Tom Holland's agent... Look, I'm a controversial person always in this convo because I love The Devil All the Time, haha, and think he was genuinely so good in it, but I'm baffled by the seeming expectations around that movie as a launching pad for him professionally mid-MCU as Southern Gothic is - - y'know. Pretty niche as a genre overall! His team just doesn't really seem to know what to do with him though, and keep thrusting him back into roles that are both too young for him (Chaos Walking), and do nothing with his actual talent (Unchartered).

I do think he would've been better in Wonka than Timothee, but I'm also kind of glad he's not set up to fail with another soulless and bloated Disney film that could just further reduce his options. I said it in the last post, but I am genuinely so curious as to how he goes in the Fred Astaire bio pic, especially given it has the same director as Wonka (Paul King), and two writers who between them have written Billy Elliot, Rocketman, Jessica Jones and Mrs. America. I'm also less precious than others about Fred Astaire not wanting a bio pic about himself, so y'know, I have that too, haha, but I do wonder if that discourse will come into play when the movie actually comes out.

And agreed re: Jharrel Jerome on all fronts, but it's so nice to see him have such success this year with I'm a Virgo (planning on binging that when my office closes next week!). Hopefully he's the one with the richer career longterm, and Lucas Hedges - - man, he's a wild case to me, because I do think he's talented, and he also has so much nepotism on his side (his dad is THE Peter Hedges!! He arguably launched Leonardo DiCaprio's career!), so I tend to think he's just in a bit of a slump, but who knows.