#//she's seen a lot of things but never a two tailed fox

[frogchiro]

Hybrid re AU again 😳

Leon is a lot less grizzled and harsh compared to Jack. He has something of a forbidden friendship with Luis— Jack would say that anyone who isn’t allowed in the house should never be let near kitty, but Leon has seen Luis fighting to keep other coyotes and foxes off the property— he knows the fox won’t hurt you. You watch them play fight sometimes.

Leon still won’t let Luis get his knot in you, but Luis tends to flirt his way around that. What I’m saying is that Luis definitely gives Leon instructions on how to fuck you while he watches. Leon is practically a puppy— lived his whole life on the farm, doesn’t always know what to do to make you mewl, and Luis is happy to help, giving you kisses while you’re stuck on Leon’s knot

Also— Alcina seeing you from a distance and taking a liking. Maybe she’s never seen a domestic cat before— she lives so far remote in the mountain. So to her you’re just like… a little baby. She’s a big cat after all, and you’re so little. And it’s so terrible how those stupid man-things mount and cow you all the time— you’re clearly a little regal thing, like her. She sees your frilly collar and how you’ll bat around a little mouse from time to time— her tiny little huntress. Maybe she thinks you need someone to teach you more— about how to be a big cat.

I'm so happy with the response to the revamped version of the farm au ;;

I actually imagine RE2 Leon for this particular au! Fiercely protective and determined to guard his farm, prove himself and protect but at the same time he is still the fresh faced, bushy tailed rookie! Still has the heart of a pup!

And yes you are right! Where Krauser is a retired military hybrid, huge and experienced, all grizzly bulk, a true wall of muscles, fat and scar tissue who doesn't take shit from anyone, Leon is...well, you don't want to say stupid but he has a boyish charm to him.

Him and Luis have a...complicated friendship. At first Leon chased after him the second he spotted the brown haired fox hybrid sniffing around you but after a while he realized that Luis isn't as bad as Jack made him out to be. He's not pest! In fact he saw him chase away other foxes and coyotes who tried to sneak onto the farm grounds!

And combined with that, Luis's natural foxy charm and his genuine friendly approach to the young hybrid really sold it to Leon. He even allowed Luis to get close to you and actually approach you. No mating or knotting! Just let you two get to know each other better >:( You even got to laze around in the warm sun and watch these two chase each other and play fight which never failed to bring a smile to your face <3

As for Luis's charm...Well, he likes and respects Leon very much and he doesn't want to overuse that trust and friendship so he puts off actually mating with you for later, however the sly fox knows some way to go around it...

I imagine that Leon, in all his labrador hybrid charm, has very little experience when it comes to mating. You were literally his first! And he would be yours too if Jack didn't call dibs on you first as the older and more experienced one :( In short, neither of you have a lot of experience and it shows, especially with Leon and how 'adorably eager' he is, as Luis says it.

Leon is still a young man, eager to please and extremely virile but he doesn't have the experience nor patience, he still thinks with his balls and the only thing on his mind is to stuff you full with his pulsing knot and pup you up and this just can't do, a pretty young lady like you deserves better <3

I imagine Luis slotting himself against Leon from the back, grabbing his hips and basically guiding them, moving his hips and purring into the dogboy's ear about all the best ways to pleasure you, how to cant his hips right to not cause you discomfort and instead bring you the most pleasure, all the best angles and spots to have you yowling and cumming your pretty head off <3

Later, when Leon made you cum at least three times and he himself had his knot stuffed deep inside you, the tip of his sensitive cock lodged firm against your cervix and he laid his soft body on top of you to keep you warm, Luis made sure to slink in next to you and kiss you until you were mewling and pawing at him, purring your head off with his name on you precious lips <3

And Cougar hybrid!Alcina!! She thinks you're just delightful, a precious young thing that should be cherished and prized! Ever since she noticed you, she's been quietly observing you from a distance; the precious kitty girl that's the princess of the...farm thing, or so Alcina thinks she heard someone say.

And it is in fact terrible to see how you're treated! These stupid knot-headed man-things who only think with their balls, thinking only about spreading their nasty seed are absolutely abhorrent in her eyes! Alcina saw how either those awful dog hybrids chase you and mount you, especially that ugly old blonde one, so roughly until you're mewling. Or her dumb brother who always bellows about how he almost caught himself a kitty for dinner, dragged her back into his den and pupped her good.

You're wearing adorable bows and delicate collars with precious stones in them, she knows beauty and actually can appreciate when she sees it, unlike those man-things who only know how to knot...You deserve to be treated like a regal young lady should, not some washed out tart on the corner of a street. She could treat you so so much better...

[millenianthemums]

chapter 3 of my fic is up! i actually posted it a week ago, but was too tired to finish the art until now… i might not actually be able to draw for every single chapter, but i still wanna try. we’ll see.

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Mabel had become best friends with Tate McGucket’s new dog in under a week. She knew she would eventually, but still, that was record time. And with all the old friends she’d been tirelessly catching up with in her first few days back in Gravity Falls, she was both proud and preemptively exhausted to have added a new friend to the list already.

It helped that Scout Cottonball McGucket was the absolute sweetest puppy she’d ever met (a puppy that was taller than her on two legs was a puppy nonetheless). She was one of those huge fluffy white dogs– a Great Pyranese, Dipper had said– and her heart was just as soft and sweet and cuddly as the rest of her. Hence “Cottonball”, the unauthorized middle name Mabel had secretly given her. The plan was to get it to stick so well that by the time Tate found out about it, it would be impossible to get rid of it.

So when she cycled by the lake and saw Tate out in the rain that afternoon, and managed to wrangle out of him that Scout was missing , of course she was going to help look. Total no-brainer. Her search-and-rescue strategy of biking along the treeline at a snail pace while whistling and calling Scout’s name wasn’t exactly sophisticated, but before long she caught a lucky break. She started hearing a weird noise through the rain, a distant but piercing screech. At first she assumed it was a red fox or maybe a mountain lion screaming its head off somewhere in the woods, and tried to steer clear of it. But then a series of powerful barks joined it– Scout’s beautiful voice!-- and Mabel’s self-preservation fled. No way was some wailing overgrown house cat gonna hurt her new friend on her watch!

She swerved toward the noise, yelling for Scout, and soon a shape barrelled toward her out of the darkness. She was only terrified for a split second, but then she saw its wagging tail and leapt off her bike to give the dog a massive hug. Scout jumped and wagged and danced around joyfully as Mabel scrubbed her hands all through her thick coat. “You’re okay!” she cheered as Scout nuzzled her face. “We were all so worried, young lady… aww, I can’t stay mad at you! Maybe just– oof–” she shoved Scout’s massive paws off her shoulders and tried to wipe the muddy pawprints off her sweater before they soaked into the wool. “Maybe just settle down a little– whoa! Hey! Oh, you’re such a silly–”

“YOU.”

She recognized the voice right away. Part of her brain had never stopped hearing it. Her head turned toward it against her will, and standing there in the woods, staring her down, was exactly what she was most afraid to see.

Bill Cipher. The triangle guy who almost killed the entire world last time she’d been here. The monster who tricked her into helping him almost tear her family apart. The thing that had almost scared her into not coming back this year, into abandoning this place and the people she loved so much, out of fear that she’d somehow mess it all up again. The single worst thing that had ever happened to her. He was standing right in front of her. The streaks of mud and bruising, bloody gashes all over his face (body? surface?) made him look like he’d just clawed his way straight out of Hell, and the look in his eye seemed to say that he’d done it just to tear her apart with his bare hands.

She was dreaming. She had to be dreaming. Please, please let her be dreaming. Let her wake up…

Then he started talking, and she realized something was off.

“YYYOUUU DIDTHIISSSS,” was all she could really make out. He was saying lots more stuff, but the words were blurring together, so clumsy and slurred that it didn’t even sound like language. He started trying to walk toward her– walk , like on the ground , which she’d never seen him do in his triangle form. And he was barely managing it. Every raindrop that hit him seemed to be weighing him down as he approached, oozing blood— weird silver blood with an eye-melting rainbow sheen— from countless gashes on his arms and legs, and even between the brick things on his body/face. The finger gun he was holding out seemed like it was supposed to be aiming at her, but his whole arm was shaking more than the leaves in the summer storm. He trailed off speaking— the only other thing she’d caught was “I WON’T”— and his eye locked on her face. His eye was bloodshot, pink, shiny and sticky, like a wad of chewed gum. It looked horribly painful. Everything about him looked painful.

As she stared, his pupil shrank to a tiny point. His eye turned bright red, and the redness spread out into his bricks— scales?— like a fire burning behind drywall. For a second she thought he was about to turn into that giant crimson nightmare pyramid he’d shapeshifted into last year, and she almost turned and ran as he let out a scream and started to run at her…

…and fell on his face.

Mabel and Scout stood there, staring in silence, as Bill Cipher laid face-down and motionless in the mud. The woods were still filled with the low roar of rain, but somehow Mabel felt a heavy silence crushing her lungs.

Once her heart had stopped beating so fast, she risked a step toward him. Scout made a soft rumble of warning, but let her approach. Bill gave absolutely no sign that he knew she was there as she drew closer, until she was standing right beside him, close enough to see the gold scales on his back heaving rhythmically up and down. Slow, labored breathing. Had she ever seen him breathe before? She didn’t think he even did that. At least not normally. But from the looks of it, this was hardly a normal day for him. He really did look awful. One of his arms was a bloody mess, leather skin all ragged and torn. He probably had Scout to thank for that. She gave the dog an affectionate scratch behind her ear.

But the torn-up arm was far from his only injury. And she didn’t know how to tell health from illness in… whatever he was… but she was pretty sure he was usually a much brighter shade of yellow than this. He looked drained of color.

After several seconds of nothing happening, she noticed a big, durable-looking stick lying at the base of a nearby tree. She retrieved it, and after a few deep breaths and a bit of hyping herself up– “if he was gonna jump up and grab you he could have done it by now” -- she held out the stick and gave him a slight but purposeful nudge.

Nothing. He just barely twitched enough to show he was still alive. He was totally out cold.

She was getting concerned. That was a new experience, feeling concern for Bill. He’d done so much terrible stuff, but still… was she watching a man die? Or a triangle, rather? Was she about to see a triangle die?

A voice in the distance cut through the rain. Mabel jumped back and held the stick like a baseball bat on reflex. Then she recognized it, just as Scout’s tail started wagging. It was Tate McGucket’s voice. “Mabel? Scout? Is that you out there?”

“It’s us! Hi!” Mabel chirped, then realized her mistake. Leading Tate toward Bill would almost definitely end with somebody dying. And whoever it ended up being, she just really didn’t want to see that. With a few more quick, anxious nudges, she managed to shove Bill most of the way under a nearby bush just as Tate’s flashlight beam swept through the trees to find them. Scout took off running toward it and Mabel quickly followed, snagging the handlebars of her bike along the way. She arrived in time to see Tate grinning and ruffling Scout’s furry face as she stood with her paws on his chest. He looked up to see Mabel and quickly shoved the dog off him. “I keep tellin’ you not to jump like that, girl!” he said sternly.

“She must’ve run off chasing something,” Mabel offered as casually as possible. “But she ran up as soon as she heard me! She’s a good puppy!”

“Wish she minded me half that well,” he grumbled, patting Scout on the head. “Good on you for findin’ her, Mabel. I really can’t thank you enough–”

“You don’t have to thank me!” Mabel said, shooing the thought away with her hands. “I’m always happy to help out a friend!” Scout gave a quiet, appreciative “boof” as she scratched her ear.

“Let me drive you back home, then,” Tate said. “You shouldn’t be biking in this rain anyway. ‘Specially once it gets dark.”

Mabel shot an involuntary glance at the bushes behind her. If she left now, she might not find this same spot again. And if she lost track of Bill, if she went home not knowing if he was still out there somewhere, or if he might follow her…

“...Well, the others aren’t expecting me back ‘til eight,” she said slowly. That was true; she’d been out cycling well past sunset most nights since she and Dipper arrived. Ever since she’d gotten really into biking in the fall, she’d been eager to try out the trails in Gravity Falls, and now she was getting as much use out of them as she could. The Grunkles were cool with it. They both figured a girl who’d helped fight off a paranormal apocalypse could handle herself in the dark woods for an hour or two. And they were right, she thought proudly. She’d gotten really fast on her bike in the past few months. She could probably outspeed a grizzly bear with ease. Those guys were way too big and bulky to pedal well.

“Plus, I think the rain’s supposed to let up soon,” she continued. “Would it be okay if I just hung around the bait shop for a little bit, and then biked home after?”

“Sure thing,” Tate said, looking grateful for something to offer. “I’ll tell the missus to put some tea on. Scout, heel.” He clicked his fingers, and Scout followed close beside him as he headed back to the house.

Mabel waited until his back was turned. Then she picked up the stick again and drove it hard into the ground, at the base of the bush that hid Bill. Backing up a bit, making sure it would stay upright, she nodded to herself. It would work well enough as a landmark.

“I’ll come back later,” she whispered under her breath as she trailed behind Tate and Scout. “If he’s gone, I’ll run home and tell Dipper and the Grunkles. And if he’s dead, then… problem solved. I think.”

And if this is all a trick? Some cynical part of her brain piped up. If he’s luring you back into some kind of trap, then what? You gonna fall for it like last time?

“No,” she whispered back through gritted teeth. “Not again.”

One hand wandered to the cupholder on her bike that held her grappling hook. Fingers resting on its handle, she followed the others out of the woods.

The sun had fully hidden behind the horizon by the time Mabel left. The rain had lightened to a gentle mist, barely noticeable really, and she hadn’t wanted to stay out too late. So once she’d finished her tea (augmented with all the spare sugar packets Mrs. McGucket had claimed to own), she’d said goodbye to Scout and her humans and set out for home. She sent a quick text to Dipper on the way out, letting him know she’d be a little bit late getting back. Just got sidetracked, sorry, nothing to worry about.

But there was something to worry about. She saw the stick loom out of the darkness as she cycled up. The rain had almost washed it out of the ground, leaving it standing crooked. The sharp, jutting angle reminded her of that picture Dipper showed her once of a nuclear waste dump or something, where they’d put some scary black spikes in a desert to try and scare people away. “This place is best shunned and left uninhabited”.

She shouldn’t be doing this. This was so stupid. It didn’t make any sense to get closer.

But she was already standing over the bush. She wrenched the stick out of the ground and gripped it like a sword. She held it at arm’s length and pushed aside the foliage, reaching back for the grappling hook in her pocket with her other hand.

The dim light glinted off something shiny and yellow. She drew back a step, instinctive, but the shape didn’t jump at her. It didn’t move at all. Bill Cipher was still exactly where she’d left him.

Did he actually die? She felt her chest tighten, which was stupid. It was good if he was dead. He was already supposed to be dead. She should be thrilled to think he might have died under that bush, all his threats left unfulfilled.

Did I just walk away while he was dying?

Her hand was shaking. She tried to draw the stick back, but it bumped against one of his arms as it went.

It twitched. The fist clenched and drew back in toward the body. Mabel almost bit through her tongue from flinching too hard, but there was no further movement.

He was alive. Barely.

Mabel’s chest was so tight, it felt like she couldn’t breathe. This was the worst case scenario. He wasn’t gone somewhere. He didn’t jump up and scare her and at least provide some clue about what was going on. And he wasn’t dead. But he probably would be in a few hours. And there was nobody in the world who would ever possibly help. Nobody who even could, except her.

This was so STUPID. You already helped him once, Mabel. Remember? You helped him almost kill your whole family. You really wanna go another round?

But thinking about just walking away made her feel sick. She’d never just walked away from something that was dying before. How many wasps had she fished out of pools in her life? How many times had her parents scolded her for bringing wounded squirrels and raccoons inside? Those were bad ideas too. “Trash the house and get stung” ideas. But the wasps and squirrels and raccoons all lived. If she hadn’t done that stupid thing, they would have died. Not helping had never even felt like an option.

“He already died once before,” she whispered to the angry voice in her head. “He might come back again, someplace else, and cause a bunch more problems we don’t even know about until it’s too late.” She popped open the little wicker trunk on the back of her bike and pulled out her emergency picnic blanket. “Maybe if I, like, put him somewhere secure. And keep a good close eye on him. And then when he wakes up, I can get some answers here.”

The angry voice wasn’t convinced by her rationalizations. It kept yelling about how stupid she was as she draped the blanket over Bill, then gingerly lifted him, using the blanket like gloves, too scared to touch him directly. He weighed practically nothing; about the same as a large picture frame. The voice kept berating her as she shoved him into the bike’s front basket– no way was she putting him in the trunk and pedaling all the way home with her back to him. The front basket was just big enough that, with the blanket over him, he looked like a misshapen, mostly unsuspicious lump. She biked along the side of the road, eyes flickering back and forth between the basket and the pavement ahead, for the whole ride home. The voice was still at it by the time she leaned her bike against the wall of the Mystery Shack, but the louder and meaner it got, the less inclined she felt to listen to its advice. She knew this was a dumb idea. But she’d come this far, and there were no other good options.

They’d discovered, like, six new secret rooms since Grunkle Ford first made it back home. Some of them even he had forgotten about. There was one in the basement that she and Dipper had taken to calling “Gay Baby Jail”, because they’d started a habit of banishing defeated board game opponents down there. Also because it was small, cramped, almost empty, and only had one tiny, high window into the backyard, which for some reason had bars on it.

For all these reasons, it was the perfect habitat for Bill. There was a bathroom in the back, and they’d spruced the room up with a beanbag chair and one of those empty wooden chests from the gift shop, just to tie the room together. He’d be fine in there. Probably.

It was easy to sneak in the back door and down to the basement. Dipper, Stan and Ford were all chatting in the kitchen, working on dinner. It smelled like something was on fire, but she still really wished she was in there with them. This was to keep them safe, she reminded herself as she eased open the door to Gay Baby Jail.

She turned the blanket bundle upside down and dumped Bill out onto the beanbag chair. He was still out cold, lying there in a pile of noodly limbs, but at least he was still breathing. She dropped the blanket on top of him and backed away.

Looking him over, she frowned. A small bite wound on his arm was still oozing silver blood. It would ruin the beanbag chair pretty soon. She sighed and started digging through her pockets.

Gingerly, with as few fingers as possible, she pressed a sky blue band-aid over the wound. “You didn’t earn that,” she whispered. “That’s for practical reasons only.”

With one last look around the room, she jabbed a finger at him. “I’ll be back,” she said, practicing her Interrogation Voice. “And when you wake up, I want answers, Geometry Boy.”

Bill stayed asleep. Mabel shut the door, locked it, tested the lock. It held strong.

She took a deep breath and straightened up, switching from Serious Mode back to Mabel Mode. Then she snuck back outside, knocked on the front door, and joined her family for dinner.

[shanastoryteller]

Happy birthday, Shana! 🎉🎉🌻🌻

Untamed or Naruto?

When Naruto is born, the nine tailed fox is pulled from Kushina along with her and it's only because of Minato's quick application of a seal that keeps disaster from becoming even worse.

Dozens of buildings and hundreds of lives are lost in the devestation. Still, it could have been a far worse attack, if Naruto had not been a suitable host for the demon.

It's a risk, one that Kushina screams at him for taking. The seal might not hold. Babies are not meant to be containers. It could kill their daughter, and sure, the nine tail might die along with her, but at what cost?

The seal holds. Naruto's strength holds.

The ordeal nearly kills Kushina and weakens her enough that she'll never again be an active duty ninja.

Minato sleeps at his office after that. Kushina doesn't even let him hold her until she's six months old and it's not until Naruto is almost two that she lets him move back into their home.

Still. Things aren't quite the same between them after that, when Kushina saw how he quick he was to sacrifice his daughter for the village.

Practically, she understands.

But no one has ever accused Kushina of being practical.

~

A container forced to spend their whole life fighting the fox will be weak. There's nothing for it - all their energy and chakra and time is spent subduing the fox, consciously or subconsciously.

Her daughter has been sabotaged from her first breath, made a target and given no way to defend herself.

"You want me to marry your daughter?" Kakashi squeaks, wondering if this is some new cruel prank she's playing on him. "She's a baby!"

But Kushina is serious. She's serious a lot these days, but at his question she almost smiles. "Not now. In about twenty years."

"Why," he starts, and then doesn't know how to continue.

"You're selfish," she says and his shoulders hunch. "Naruto won't be able to protect herself when people discover what she is and start coming after her. Minato has seen to that. My identity as the container was a well kept secret. Thanks to the attack, half of Konoha knows what Naruto is, and the other nations will hear of it, and they will come for her."

"I can protect her without marrying her," he insists, looking down at the baby in Kushina's arms. The idea that anyone, never mind him, will marry her someday is ridiculous.

"You're selfish," she repeats. "You'll choose her if she belongs to you."

Kakashi doesn't know what to say to that. He knows why Minato hasn't come home.

He goes to him, and his teacher just shrugs and says, "Don't you want to be my son-in-law, Kakashi?" Then, "Don't worry about it for the next twenty years. A lot can happen between now and then."

Gai hears he's been betrothed - uhg - to the hokage's daughter and congratulates him on an excellent political match and then takes pity on him and takes him to a bar.

It's his first time drinking and he probably shouldn't have let Gai goad him into a drinking contest.

~

Naruto is wary of people.

Some people love her, coo over her being the hokage's daughter and a brave little girl, patting her head and shoving sweets into her hands.

Some people glare at her, hiss about her being a demon who's killed the hokage's real daughter, and slam doors in her face and throw rocks at her back.

"Is it weird having a husband?" Ino asks while they make flower crowns from the days discarded flowers. It's the end to their first week at the academy and her parents are fighting - again - so Naruto had gone home with Ino instead. The Yamanakas are always nice to her.

Her mother doesn't want her to attend the academy, says its a waste of time and dangerous anyway. Her father says that the child of the hokage can't not attend the academy.

Neither of them had asked her what she wanted.

She pauses, thinking. Kakashi greets her and bows to her but he's ANBU, something she's not supposed to know but seems very obvious, so she doesn't really see him outside of when he comes by to talk to her parents sometimes. "No? He's not my husband yet anyway."

She's overheard him a couple times asking her father to find her a different husband, saying that he'll be bodyguard forever if only he doesn't have to marry her.

It hurts that Kakashi thinks she's a demon too. She'd always thought he was really cool and had thought it was nice that she'd have a nice, cool husband when she was older.

But she doesn't think she wants to marry someone who hates her.

~

The Uchihas aren't always nice to her, but Mikoto always is, coming over to her house to talk to her mother and dragging her sons with her, or keeping her door open to Naruto whenever she comes knocking.

Itachi stops coming early on, promoted quickly and no time to tag along to his mother's house visits. Sasuke is there and he scows and pouts but can be efficiently bullied into helping her get into whatever trouble she's decided is most worth her attention that day, so he's pretty all right, for a boy.

Naruto has to pay a lot of really close attention to people, because she never knows if they're going to be nice and mean, and the Uchihas aren't like the Yamanakas. Their reactions differ, so she has to pay attention.

Something is wrong.

Her mother doesn't believe her.

Her father doesn't listen.

She goes to Kakashi out of desperation. She tries to avoid him as much as she can, but he's the one person who might be able to convince her father that something is wrong.

"Ah, Naruto-hime, what can I do for you?" he asks, tone respectful. When she was younger, she liked that nickname. Now she knows that he's mocking her.

"Something is wrong with the Uchiha and you need to get my father to do something about it," she says.

His face is hidden by his stupid mask but she can tell he's frowning. "Why would you-"

She cuts him off, wanting this conversation to be as short as possible. He doesn't believe her either - shocker - but he agrees to look into because it's the quickest way to end the conversation.

Danzo is quietly, secretly, executed for treason. Madara Uchiha is listed as an active S class missing Konoha nin.

There are lots of talks about what, exactly, to do about the Uchihas, on how to handle their almost betrayal. Considering the outside manipulation, her father is inclined to ignore it, but something has to be done. Symbolically, if nothing else.

"If they feel excluded, then do something to make them feel included," Naruto says, nine years old and exhausted from the years of tension between the Uchihas and - well, everyone. Sasuke is so worried about his reputation that it takes ages to get him to do anything fun. It's almost quicker to get Shikamaru involved, which is saying something. "Do something no one else can question."

"Itachi or Sasuke?" her father asks, head bent over his paperwork.

She doesn't know what he's talking about. "For what?"

"Which do you prefer?" he asks.

"Sasuke?" she says, because Itachi is always very nice to her, especially after she helped prevent him from becoming a mass murderer, but he's never once helped her prank Iruka-sensei.

He nods and says nothing more and she rolls her eyes and goes to find something to do. Kiba has started training with Akamaru and she bets she can totally derail that without getting yelled at by Tsume.

A week later Sasuke climbs into her window and hisses furiously, "We're getting married?"

Huh.

Well, it looks like Kakashi got what he wanted.

She decided a long time ago she didn't want to marry him, and Sasuke is her friend, so this is fine. It's better.

Sasuke pats her shoulder and doesn't even yell at her when she ruins his shirt with tears.

He's already a better husband than Kakashi could ever be.

~

Minato is dreading today. Enrolling Naruto into the Academy had seemed like the right thing to do seven years ago, because what would people say about a hokage who didn't, but now that it's Graduation Day and he's going to have to deal with the gossip around the Hokage's daughter failing to even become a genin.

Iruka comes to drop off the team assignments and he does a double take when looking through them. "She passed?"

The chunin blinks and then asks, "Who, Hokage-sama? Haruno Sakura? It's rare for a civilian child, but her academic scores are quite high, even if her physical is lacking. She has a lot of potential."

He waves a dismissive hand. "No. My daughter."

The silence turns frigid and when he looks up it's too Iruka outright glaring at him. He's so taken aback that he can't even reprimand him for it. Iruka swallows, visibly forcing his face into less mutinous expression, and says, "Naruto is Top Kunoichi. That's why she's on the same team as Sasuke, who's Rookie of the Year, even though I was hesitant on putting them together when they already work so well together. They could use variety. Sakura is Dead Last, but only because of her physical skills. With the right teacher, she'll shape up quickly."

"Top Kunoichi," he repeats dubiously. "I've seen her test scores."

"Not since I took over her class, apparently," he says, and that tone should get him in trouble, but Minato doesn't care about that now. "Her previous instructor was ... biased. Under fair instruction, she excels."

She can't excel. She's handicapped, and it's his fault, not hers, but that doesn't change what she's capable of. "That's not possible."

Iruka's eyes narrow. "She's passed my tests. Now it's up to her jounin sensei."

Assigning someone with no biases is impossible, but he can at least assign someone who's never matched the shinobi art of lying about things they don't care about.

~

Naruto hopes this is a nightmare. Sasuke is pinching the bridge of his nose and not looking at any of them.

"Um," Sakura says hesitantly, "nice to meet you, Tsume-sensei."

She scowls at all of them. "I hope you fail. I have a clan to run! I don't have time to deal with untrained, undisciplined puppies!"

They probably shouldn't have broken into the Inuzuka compound so many times. Tsume has plenty of reasons to make their lives miserable. Or, well, hers and Sasuke's. Sakura's never done anything to her.

At least it's not Kakashi.

[multicolour-ink]

I have a couple things to comment on Azolla and Myo:

1) I love the idea of Baby Sonic being placed in a basket on the water to be found by Longclaw, not only does it parallel the beginning of Moses' story, but it could be another, albeit unconscious, reason for Sonic's fear of water, as it floated him away from his birth parents

2) What if Sonic's birth parents raised him on West Side Island? Because of the lizard bandits in pursuit of power, it led to the people of the island believing those who were different brought nothing but trouble, thus leading to the ostracization of one young fox born with two tails…

Azolla & Myo - Sonic's parents (movie verse)

Thank you very much for your kind comments 😊

Yes, exactly! The idea of Sonic having a fear of water because of some childhood trauma that he was too young to remember long term, is a concept I see used a lot, but it's just too good not to! It adds that more depth to the character.

Just to add something else to my own backstory for Sonic: the very earliest nightmares he had as a hoglet was seeing a hazy figure get further away from him, and then fall into the water. To this day he really hates to bring it up.

2. Now, for your question about Tails.

First, I really love your idea of the rumours of Sonic's power reaching Tails' village! I can only imagine the twisted stories that would have been created when Sonic was being pursued. As Longclaw had to keep Sonic hidden (and we see her tree house is pretty isolated) I imagine the two rarely saw anyone in person, if they could help it. If Longclaw desperately needed to go to civilisation for supplies, I imagine she would have left Sonic hidden, or put a disguise on them both so they wouldn't attract attention.

Naturally, these tales of a being with incredible power spread, and very quickly reached Tails' village. Considering that this village would be isolated (as described in the games - I think), the villagers came up with their own questions: What was this powerful being? Was it still around? Was it evil? Had it cursed the island, fated to strike any unsuspecting village of its wrath?

Then one day (coincidently the same day Longclaw sent Sonic to Earth), a little fox was born in the village. A fox with two tails.

Now, before I continue, I would like to point out that I have seen theories in the fandom that Tails was also abandoned by his parents for having two tails, on top of being bullied by the locals of his village. Whilst I can understand the bullying part, I refuse to believe that Tails' parents would ever treat him that way. Partly because it's too upsetting to think about that. And partly because all I can think about when it comes to Tails' relationship with his parents is the moments they have together in the Archie Comics.

Now just to stress, I have not read the Archie Comics in full, but I am aware of some key moments from them.

In the Archie Comics (SPOILERS AHEAD) Tails is born to Rosemary and Amadeus Prower. Due to circumstances, the then very young Freedom Fighters had to escort Rosemary to hospital, where she gave birth to Miles "Tails" Prower.

Sonic clearly points out to everyone in the room that the newborn has two tails, but Rosemary doesn't care about that in the slightest 😊 She's just happy that her son is safe 💕

Then not long after, Rosemary and Amadeus are separated from their son and end up on another planet (or dimension I'm not sure which) with no way to get back. This meant that Tails grew up not remembering his parents at all, until one day he was told the full story, and given a message from his parents.

They are trapped, but there is only love towards their son 💗

And then the family reunites in as wholesome a way as possible 🤗

Again, nothing is mentioned about Tails' tails! The parents don't care at all that he's abnormal. They never have. He's their son and they love him as he is 💗💗💗

Now, back to the movie verse. Obviously this is a completely different canon. We don't know if movie Tails' parents were similar, or they may have been different. But it's difficult to make judgements because the Archie comics is the most in depth depiction of the main character's parents we have so far.

So with that said, I imagine that Tails' parents in the movie verse would love him dearly as well. In fact, they would fight for him!

Here's my idea so far: If their village believed Tails was a curse, the leader would be the first to convince the couple that their kid was likely a result of a hex from this "destructive being", and the best thing to do would be to give him up so the village could be left alone.

Naturally, the parents are not happy about this. Rosemary (going by Archie names just for convenience) would tell the village leader to stick his curse up his 🍑 and nearly claw his face off.

They stay in their village, but the same bandits who killed Sonic's parents attack one night and destroy it, and Tails' parents are killed in the carnage.

Luckily, Tails survives, because Rosemary hid him in a part of their home that was well concealed from the bandits. He's found by a survivor, wailing with all he has.

He is reluctantly taken to the village orphanage, because as much as the village still blame him for what has happened, no one wants it on their conscious if they disposed of a baby, and besides: if this baby survived, surely that's a sign?

They are still cautious of the fox. And Tails grows up, never understanding why they all look at him different 🦊

[jpitha]

Seth and his K'laxi friend Meilelli are working together in Power Management on the joint Human/K'laxi starbase. It's not hard work, and they get to chatting.

"Okay, I know you are always asking about Human things, but this time I have a question for you!" Seth says.

"Oh? What's up?"

"So, you evolved in the forests of your world from a smaller woodland creature that looks a little like a mix between an Earth Squirrel and Fox right?"

"I've seen the photos, yeah, I can see the resemblance."

"Did your species ever hibernate then?"

"Hibernate?"

"Yeah uh, go...dormant in the winter to survive a time of scarce resources. Many woodland animals on Earth do it."

"Seth...our world doesn't have winter. We never really had a scarcity of resources like that, we never needed to."

"Oh. Hmm. Okay, our Squirrels and Foxes use all four limbs for running, can you run on all fours!"

Meilelli's fur ripples a blush and then poofs out, angry. "SETH! That is insulting to us!"

Seth blushes crimson in embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be insulting!"

"Implying a K'laxi runs on all fours is a grave insult, it's like saying we're not civilized."

Seth, still not that good at reading K'laxi body language couldn't help himself. "So that means you did run on all fours at one time?"

Meilelli tries not to glare at Seth. She takes a deep breath to calm herself. She mutters "He's just being curious, he doesn't know, he's just being curious he doesn't know."

She starts again. "...Yes. Deep in our past, right around when the archeological record shows that we just started living in groups we'd spend half our time upright and half our time on all fours. It's culturally embarrassing now, but it is a part of our past. Don't mention it in polite company though, you'll not make friends. It's like.." she thinks "Like, implying you're just a monkey."

Seth, once again has the implication fly over his head. "Nah, we're not a monkey. Monkeys have tails, we're an ape. There are still a few ape species on Earth. Chimpanzees and Gorillas are two of them."

"That's not the point Seth! The point is that implying you're just a mo-an ape would be insulting to you!"

Finally, he gets it. "But it-okay, I take your meaning. It's an insult. I won't talk about it anymore."

Seth thinks for a second.

"You're seen our flying squirrels right? They have large flaps of skin under their arms and legs to let them glide from tree to tree. Did any of your ancestors fly like that?"

Meilelli sighs. This was a lot more fun when she was the one asking Humans about their traits.

[trash-raccoon-boy]

So like before I'm just gonna give a description of some of the character and their lore. Mei is a kitty pet, her family use to belong to dragon clan but somewhere down the line got adopted by two legs. Her family belongs to a rich family, she normally appears in the streams of the two legs kid. (Dragon cat is gonna be fun)

She met Mk when she was young, she had escaped the house and met Mk who she thought was a stray/loner till she realized he's actually a kittypet like her, she enjoy going places with her owner since she enjoys racing and stuff.

She got the same treatment like Mk after the whole azure lion thing and now has to stay inside more then before, her owners also weren't happy about her burn scars.

Red son looks like a fox qwq

Okay the two lives thing is something I really like, so he's technically using the kittypet thing as a front with his mother and father(kinda like miraculous ladybug or that one evil cat in paw patrol.) His family is trying to rmevive bull clan but it's kinda hard to do when you have to pretend you're a kittypet, red sons eye sight is bad cause he doesn't have glasses but he's seen wearing he's 'owner's' glasses which surprisingly helps.

Is now a good time that I think demons, celestials and other creatures have like bigger forms? Like Macaque is a panther and wukong a tiger, I thought it'd help with the whole monkey form thing. They don't have to be big cats, but I think Red son might be a fox or bull cat looking thing, idk he probably looks like a fox for a reason.

He's 'owner' own a Robot industry so making machines/stealing them is easy.

Nezha was my favorite to make, so obviously the celestial realm is starclan and daiyu is the dark forest. I'll probably never draw him in his celestial form but it's fine, I think his big form might also be a panther or something.

Idk a lot about Nezha outside of monkey King besides the fact he killed Ao Bing, tried killing his dad and killed himself.

The bow on his tail is the ribbon sash thing, also saw people giving him pink or gold eyes and I said "fuck it" and gave him both.

[blossominghunnie]

𝐒𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝

Pairing: Jay Chang x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, established relationship

Warning: None

Notes: I’m in my Jay feels as usual, so here’s this. 🤭

Jay has always been known to be clumsy and not a very athletic guy as well, so when you combine those two things the result is this: a fractured ankle.

Y/n, who has been skateboarding for most of her life, was asked by her boyfriend to teach him how to skate. She accepted because not only did he insist a lot, but because he gave her puppy eyes, something the girl can’t resist.

After a few tries, she let him skate on his own. And surprisingly he was doing pretty okay, until he couldn’t stop and crashed.

They quickly went to the doctor when they saw that Jay couldn’t walk and now they were here, at Y/n’s house sitting on the couch. The boy with a pout and the girl doodling on his cast, his leg propped on the coffee table that was in front of them.

“This sucks.” The brown haired crossed his arms. “I’ve never been in one place for so long.”

“I know, honey.” She patted his cheek affectionately, “You’re always moving, you’re like a golden retriever.”

That made him giggle. “Maybe I was one in my past life.”

“Okay, Nine-tailed fox.” She teased. They had recently seen the drama, Tale of the Nine-tailed fox and Jay got a little obsessed.

“By the way, what have you been doing for the past 20 minutes?” The brown haired curiously asked.

“Oh! Just drawing cute little hearts.” Jay turned his leg a little to the left and saw them. “I thought it would cheer you up.”

The boy smiled with tenderness. “It definitely did. Thank you, love.”

“It’s nothing, sweetie.” She gave him a kiss on the cheek.

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[brightlotusmoon]

From 2019 by Andrew Laskowski:

I Crossplayed as a female character at a Con today, and I gotta say, women are amazing. I've seen grown men belittle young girls dressing up as male characters at conventions in the past because they "couldn't understand" or were "misrepresenting the CORE" of that character. I’ve seen guys scoffing at women’s hard work and telling them they should dress as a female character instead. I’ve seen men treat female fans of their same fandom as if they weren’t good enough to dress up like the fictional character they idolized. It's pretty damn sad, honestly. And today, I saw only positivity from the women attending GalaxyCon.

I dressed as the character Ahri from the video game League of Legends; I did this to support my little sister-in-law's desire to dress up as a small group of characters from the game to attend the con. Not being from the area, she didn't know enough women willing to do this so I volunteered to be one of the characters so she could complete the full group.

So, my SIL, her friend, my wife, and I dressed as the group K/DA. I went all in. I shaved my legs and my chest, wore stockings and two bras to create the illusion I had cleavage, my wife and SIL dolled me up in makeup, and I let them attach a glowing fox tail to my ass that draws even more attention. Why? Because I believe when you care about someone, you put your all into the things you do to make them happy.

We get to the Con, and I get a lot of looks. I mean, I'm a grown man dressed as a popstar fox woman from a video game, but more importantly, I didn't shave my beard. And I knew that this wouldn't directly recreate the image of Ahri as the world at large knows her. Here are just a few of the things I heard from the women walking around the Con:

“You’re beautiful!”

“Oh, my God! Your costume looks amazing!”

“Can I please take my picture with you?!”

“You look so good in that!”

“BEST AHRI!” – yelled across the convention floor.

“I Fucking LOVE You!”

Horrible things. How is it they could say something like that to someone just trying to portray a character at a place where so many introverted and socially awkward people finally get the chance to be themselves and let loose? How could these women be so rude?

Oh, wait, they weren't. Every woman who commented on my Crossplay was incredible and as supportive as could be. Not one of them knew the WHY behind my Crossplay that it was to make my SIL feel more comfortable and help her have a good time. All they knew was I was a bearded dude who didn’t represent this popular character in the truest way possible. And they couldn’t have cared less. All they cared about was making me feel good about the costume I was wearing.

Long story short, guys get over yourselves and your misplaced belief that you have to represent a character exactly as portrayed or your doing it wrong, especially when it comes to women Cosplaying or Crossplaying. Because we all know that the majority of you dudes dressing up as superheroes are anything but superhuman. Be better people. Try walking in their shoes(or better yet, in their costumes) and let them enjoy their love of the geek world without your unnecessary, and probably unsolicited, judgment.

As a side note, a guy on the street decided to “holler at me” while I was walking to my car. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve got nice legs, and my ass looks damn good in some short-shorts, but he hadn’t seen my beard. He decided to say, “Damn girl, you hot,” from behind me The look on his face when I turned around and said, “Thanks, bro,” was priceless and caused his tune to change real quick, but it confirmed something our loved ones have been saying for years: unsolicited men approach women in public ALL THE TIME.

I had never actually witnessed something like this while dressed as a man but dressed as a woman for about five hours I couldn’t avoid harassment. When the women in your lives tell you they get harassed by men in public, you should believe them. When they tell you that just because you don’t see it doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen, you should believe them. When they tell you it often gets frightening, you should believe them.

You should believe women.

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[thunderstroked]

Shifting Tides || Mona & Isa

TIMING: current. LOCATION: the woods! PARTIES: @poisonousdelights & @thunderstroked SUMMARY: mona runs into isa while trying to find her way out of the woods that seem to be never ending. together, they run into a hunter who knows exactly what mona is. CONTENT: none.

How many entrances to the woods were there in this godforsaken town? How come every turn she took, the woods seemed ready to swallow her up? It was devastating, especially given how many traps were lingering, either seen or unseen. Unlike the last time she’d managed to find her way through the underbrush, she was more careful this time. At least these woods were unfamiliar– she was far from where she’d started. The fox wandered forward, and she was starting to get hungry, and really she just wanted to go home. But as if in some film about comedic timing, everything seemed to thwart her advances to doing just that. 

The fox stayed still as the sound of leaves crunching beneath feet echoed. She was barely into the trail, just on the outside of it– she could still see the parking lot, the number of houses that lined the trail entrance. And then she saw her, an unrecognizable face. It was too late to hide, she realized. The other girl had already caught a glimpse of her. She stared at the girl, hackles rising slightly, challenging her to step closer. If she were to be called Regina again, or shoved into some small twisted metal thing, she was going to be pissed. 

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She hated being cooped up in her apartment most days. It was, for the lack of a better word, a dump but it was all she could afford by herself so Isa always found herself looking for things to do outside. It was a good thing she loved the outdoors so much or else she would be screwed. That day she’d felt like going for a run but halfway through she’d decided that a trip through the woods might be beneficial. If she could find a cryptid and take it to Maggie, her best friend would be over the moon. It was something she did often, always keeping an eye out for one of the coveted creatures, especially when she was in her other form. 

A two tailed and discolored fox was not on Maggie’s list of cryptids though, at least not as far as Isa’s memory was concerned. As soon as she’d spotted the animal, she slowed her movements until she’d come to a stop, eyes roaming over the tails with curiosity. Not a cryptid but still so interesting to her. It was clearly scared though and the snake really didn’t want to deal with a mad fox trying to bite her but she wanted so badly for it to calm down and trust her. She’d always been that person willing to make friends with a wild animal if she could regardless of that fear of an attack.

So, she slowly crouched down to get as close to its eye line as she could, trying to emanate a very calm energy. “Hi beautiful…it’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you.” Her voice had dropped to a lower tone as Isa held out a hand, palm up and open, in hopes that it wouldn’t sink its teeth into her. She started to click her tongue, not knowing if that would help or aggravate it more but feeling the instinct to keep it up until she spoke again. “I just want to be friends, that’s all.”

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It was interesting to her that every single time somebody came across a fox of her stature, their immediate reaction was to coo at her as if she were some baby. It was better than the alternative, though, and she knew it. The fox could be running instead, could be fending for her life. Instead, she was dealing with the majority of those who just seemed to be confused by her visuals. It didn’t seem like this person recognized her to be anything other than a minutely deformed fox. 

The fox watched the girl carefully, gaze slipping past her to see if anyone might be behind her, but there was nothing. It was just the two of them, and whatever else lived near. She thought back to the woman who called her Regina, how she’d been stupid enough to get scooped up, and while she didn’t want that to happen again, she figured she had a better chance of escaping than before– though she had managed it. 

The fox took a small step forward, paw digging into the dirt, tails straight up behind her. She had her abilities still, at least, and so if she needed to use them, she would. She took a careful step forward, nose twitching in response to the noise that the girl made. Maybe she could get a free ride back to where she needed– she could possibly possess this girl, guide her to where she needed to go. But it’d been so long since she had tried, and she wasn’t keen on getting stuck both in body, or in her fox form, so she opted for approaching the human in a friendly manner, still carefully watching her. 

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To Isa’s amazement, it seemed the fox was ready to check her out. She stayed still as it stepped forward, understandably cautious, and her hand stayed in place so it could sniff her if it wanted. That was how it worked with dogs so this should work for a fox too…right? Her smile broadened when it got closer, the snake slowly turning her hand so that she could run gentle fingers through its fur. 

She was petting a fox. Nobody was going to believe that a two tailed fox was allowing her to pet it, giving her the trust that she had asked for, and not immediately attacking her hand. Isa could barely believe it herself. A breath of disbelief rang out around the quiet forest but she stayed as still as she could, her fingers still gently running over the animal while it continued to check her out. She didn’t want to push it too far.

She had been planning to let the fox sniff at her for a minute or two, let it familiarize itself with her, until her ears pricked up the sound of an unamused chuckle. Isa’s head snapped up to find a man staring at the two of them, his head tilted while he took them both in. Something was off about him, and the snake instinctively straightened up, tension filling her entire body. “Sweet, almost gave me a toothache. Lucky girl stumbling upon such a creature.” 

Her nose wrinkled at his words, immediately deciding she didn’t like this man and whatever he was saying didn’t matter to her. She kept a protective hand on the fox, not yet grabbing it because the lamia feared it would run off and this man would go after it with the way he was eyeing the animal. There was a gleam, a desire that she’d never seen before, and she could tell that he had bad intentions. “Maybe I was meant to…” Meant to keep it away from him and whatever plans were forming in his mind. She gently pulled the fox a little closer, naively hoping he would just pass them by and leave them be. 

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For a moment, the fox thought that maybe she could get this girl to help her– communicate with her in a way she had tried with the animal control officer. But instead, there was another sound, another scent. Must, dirt, petrichor. The fox’s head swiveled, golden eyes narrowing in on the newcomer. The way he spoke about her instantly set off red flags, and her hackles rose in response. 

She was careful not to create electricity, as the girl still had one hand on her. A couple of years ago and the fox might think the two were working together, but she felt as though she was getting better at discerning these types of things. She hoped she was right, at least. The girl didn’t seem amused by the onlooker, and she felt herself being cooed forward, the feeling of a hand on her side. 

The fox watched the man intently, watching for any signs that he might advance. “You really have no clue what you’ve found, do you? I can show you.” He extended a hand and the fox had half a mind to send an orb flashing against it, but she waited, attempting to muster up some patience. “Let me show you what it really is.” The man took another step forward, unsheathing a blade from his belt. “Do you know how much a tail is worth? We can split it.” 

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Of course he wouldn’t move along. If that were his intention he would have already done that. The dream of being left in peace with her new friend was shattered as he went on about what she’d found, her eyes locked on his every movement. ‘Oh, hell no’. The thought was abrupt as the man started to advance and unsheath a blade. It made Isa nervous, not only for herself, but for the poor creature next to her. She didn’t care what it was or how much it was worth, there was no excuse for cutting its tail off. “I don’t care what it is, you’re not touching it.” 

Her voice held more resolve than she felt, the snake glad that she sounded so confident as opposed to allowing the nerves twisting inside of her stomach to be voiced. She stood to her full height of five foot two, wishing so badly that it was night time and she could easily handle this man by looking into his eyes. But Isa stood her ground, moving in front of the fox to create a barrier between him and the beautiful animal. 

He wasn’t intimidated, another bark of laughter being her first clue, and he took another step towards the two of them. ‘You gotta be kidding me, girly.’ Her skin crawled at the nickname but Isa took another step forward, half hoping the fox would run off so neither of them could get their hands on it again. ‘Look, if you don’t want a piece of it, then that’s fine. But I do, so I’m gonna need you to step aside so I can do my job. Don’t make me tell you again.’

Isa felt herself bristle, the short fuse that her snake held starting to infiltrate her own mind and the girl actually hissed in the man’s direction causing him to stop in his tracks. That surprised him enough to keep his attention off the fox but now his sights were set on her. “Get away from us…don’t make me tell you again.”

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The blade had the fox’s heart pounding– small, fragile, she felt uneasy. She stared up at the man, gold eyes narrowed in response to the audacity that the man put forward. The girl had other plans in mind– she was stepping forward, and the fox felt a little astonished by her bravery. If the roles were reversed, she wasn’t so sure she’d be so keen on putting herself between the endangered and the dangerous. That was the difference between them, though. 

This girl was nothing but a girl– quickly proven wrong by the noise that vibrated from her frame. It even caused the fox to stir, taking a step back in anticipation for what might erupt from the girl’s frame. There was nothing, though, but the man continued to stare at them, gaze now lingering on the girl. 

“You’re not what you seem, are you?” His words reverberated in the fox’s skull. She had had enough– what if he tried to hurt her savior now? Lack of desire to die be damned– the fox sprang forward, an orb of hot light shooting from her tail as it hit the man square in the chest. Another shot forward, this one aimed at the hand that held the knife. It fell to the floor as the man yowled in pain, his hand now pressed to his chest. Electricity crackled over the fox’s frame as she stomped her feet into the ground, baring her teeth. Her heart hammered in her chest, and in the back of her mind she knew that she might come to regret these actions, but she couldn’t just let the girl get hurt on her behalf. 

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She was prepared for a fight, the man’s words clearly showing Isa that he wasn’t backing down either. Now he wanted her as well as the fox but in her mind he wouldn’t be able to take two more steps before she allowed her inner animal to take over. Cute clothes be damned. Maybe it was time to start taking her mentor's advice. Humans were nothing but trouble that could be handled with one bite of her unhinged jaw if she really wanted and he was the perfect specimen to try this out on. Never had she considered the teachings before, never had she wanted to sink her teeth into human flesh, but her anger was being fueled by the viper inside. It was a good thing she hadn’t eaten in a little while.

But before she’d fully made the decision to take this man’s life, eyes now the slits of the viper’s, something unexpected drew her attention. Heat hit the man square in the chest, the flash of light causing her to close her eyes as she turned her head away. She changed them back to normal before they blinked open, dots flashing in front of her vision until they cleared and showed Isa the fox now surrounded by what looked like little bolts of electricity. “Woah…” So she wasn't the only one with special abilities here, huh? If only Maggie could see this now.

She looked back to the vile man as he grunted, noticing that his weapon was on the ground while he tried to shake off the pain. It wouldn’t be long before he was ready to go after them again when the split second decision was made. Isa ran forward, sliding through the leaves to grab the knife (thank you soccer) before springing back to her feet, narrowly avoiding the man grabbing her by her shirt's collar. ‘You don’t know what you’re doing, little girl. Why don’t you give that back to me and we can talk this out.’ Her eyes rolled, Isa holding out the knife as a warning. “Looks to me like you’re the one who was bested by a little fox.” She could have sworn he growled at her but she didn’t care. They had the upper hand right now. 

“If you uh…you know, get rid of that lighting I can get you out of here.” The words were meant for the fox but she was still staring at the guy who seemed ready to charge them both. His face was purple with anger, or pain, which Isa couldn’t tell nor did she care. “But you’ll have to be okay with me carrying you.”

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The fox watched as the girl sprang forward, leaves scattering in her wake as she grabbed the knife from the ground. She was ready to send another blast towards the man if he so much as reached for her, but she slipped through his grip easily. He spoke, and the fox’s ears flattened as she exposed more teeth, a warning sign to shut his mouth. It was especially clear to her now that he knew she could understand him, because something shifted in his expression. Maybe he was just some idiot who didn’t know what he was getting himself into– had seen her photo on a board and thought to himself that he’d get money, or maybe he really was a ranger. She wasn’t sure, but her attention shifted from him to the girl as she spoke. 

She wanted to carry her? The fox was surprised by that, especially considering she’d just shot fire at the man– coiled and blue. She didn’t necessarily need this girl’s help any longer, but something told her not to leave her here– what if the man had other means? Another weapon? The fox relaxed, the electricity quickly dissipating, as if being turned off with a switch. She took a careful step back, committing the man’s face to memory. She’d find him again, make Inge haunt him. If he weren’t a hunter, then he’d have no idea what was happening. If he were, then at least they’d be able to be wary of him. The fox considered letting it just remain as that– the man on the ground without his knife, but she sent another ball of fox fire at his ankle, burning it through the cuff of his jeans. He wouldn’t be able to follow them anytime soon. As he screamed in pain, the fox trotted over to where the girl was, standing as some kind of protective barrier. 

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Eyes flitting back and forth between the bastard and the fox, Isa had to stifle a giggle when the fox sent another blast the man's way. It was clear as to why the animal did it, it wanted to make sure he couldn’t come after them, but the extra blow was still amusing to her. This was a smart creature, it thought like a person more than an animal, and for a brief moment Isa wondered if maybe a human was in there somewhere. Apparently there were different types of shifters after all, could this possibly be another? If so, how fucking cool it must be to be able to shoot lighting from your tail. She was a little jealous since all she could do was bite people and make them rot…not even mentioning the stone thing.

When the fox was in front of her, some sort of protective wave coming from her, Isa smiled and squatted down to be as level with it as she could be. It was tiny after all. ‘’I think me and you could be good friends. Thank you for helping me out, little one.” How weird would it have been if she reached out and scratched under its chin. If it was human the lamia imagined it wouldn’t be too pleased with the action. Isa would have bitten someone for it if it were her. So, she kept her hands to herself for the moment. “We have to take care of each other, you know? People like this…I don’t understand them.” 

As she finished her sentence there was another crack of a branch making her head snap up. Was there somebody else coming? Did this man have friends with him? “Okay, we should probably get out of here. I don’t know about you, but I’d rather not take down another asshole today. One is usually my limit.”

______

The girl was talking and the fox forced her attention back towards her, knowing well enough that the man was in pain and focused on the burning flesh of his ankle now. She wished she could communicate with the girl, let her know that if she saw the man again to immediately let her know, but there was little she could actually do. The fox chirped in response at her words, unaware of how true they were. To her, the girl was a girl, and nothing else. 

The fox’s ears rotated slightly at the sound of a newcomer. She tilted her head to the wind, inhaling the scent of something new– cyprus and cigarette smoke. Not unlike the man that laid before them, now mixed with singed flesh. Her hackles rose as she bared her teeth, but the girl was already on it, giving them a course of action. 

As the fox went to lead the way in the opposite direction of the noise, shouting ensued. The individual who was fast approaching was looking for the man, and so the fox looked up at the girl, fear palpable. They needed to separate– staying together would only bring more harm than good. The footsteps were closer now, and the fox shot off in the direction furthest from where they were arriving, and she hoped the girl would do the same. 

[preciadosbass]

17/8/24 [2X DIYS!! draft from yesterday — key + significant photos at end]

woke up at 4 because i got mixed up last night regarding the bootsale and thought it was today. i soon realised that my dad agreed to take me tomorrow, so i went back to sleep. i slept on and off, and actually woke up at 8:40. when i woke up, i scrolled on emo/sceneblr and saw that ronnie radke streamed and i missed it :’[ - i attatched pictures of my DIY’s and stuff to the upcoming weekly recap and went through a few more drafts. i spent quite a lot of time just on socials and looking through pinterest so i finally got round to doing something at 10:50. i saved a spiderweb made out of wire in my DIY pinterest board yesterday and wanted to try. i then put on the ronnie radke stream for something to listen to in the backround. i tried for ages to make it look cool, but it’s safe to say, i failed miserably. so i decided to make a bracelet instead. i used plain black elastic and these rainbow-black beads that smell of metal [i don’t know how to explain the colour, you’ll see in the photo at the end]

once i was done [11:20] i painted a few more rocks. i attempted to make one with multiple sharks on, then a single great white, a fish skeleton, and just a spiral patterned rock. the multiple shark one was an utter disaster and i messed up the spiral rock with black paint but it sort of looks textured now so i’m not devastated about it. i just don’t think anyone else will be able to look at it and not think it’s the ugliest thing they’ve ever seen in their life because i can’t see through its ugliness either. they’re all incredibly imperfect but i honestly prefer things when they’re messy. i still am a perfectionist though, if that makes sense. i only like certain things to be scruffy, like my patch stitching, or painting, or sometimes physical writing. anyway, i think i’ll keep the great white and fish skeleton one, i’ll probably paint over the spiral it’s literally atrocious. while doing this, the ronnie [radke] stream ended so i started listening to sky eats aeroplane and get scared. i finished doing the rocks at 12:12, counting the time i waited for the paint to dry. [photo at end]

afterwards i went outside with boris from 12:20 to 1:50 when i got dressed. while i was out there a few horses came by and the people riding them were shouting about something or another. today i wore this low cut black + checkered shirt that used to be my mums, black ripped skinny jeans, knee high converse, a studded belt, a taxidermy scorpion necklace, a taxidermy silver fox tail [with a barn owl keychain attatched], gray + black striped arm warmers sleeping with sirens bracelet, long spiked cuff bracelet, the new bracelet id made, mcr bracelet, can tab bracelet, and a panic! at the disco bracelet. [photos at end]

today me, my parents and my sister were going to a party. i dont know or anyone remembers or if anyone reads my journals to know, but quite a while ago my neighbour that id never met before invited me and my family to his wife’s birthday party. upon getting there, two random women started speaking about how much i’d grown up but i swear i’ve never been around them before haha. i noticed a girl playing with the younger children in the huge garden and thought she looked epic. she had dark purple roots and her neck was decorated in gothic jewellery. she also had a couple of piercings but i couldn’t see what type because of the distance i was from her. i got frustrated because i knew that i wouldn’t have the confidence to even compliment her and both of my parents seemed to think she was at least in her 20s. while i was speaking to my dad about approaching her, she walked away from the kids and came up to me.

she said she loved my outfit and that i reminded her of her younger self. she also asked what bands im into but i’m terrible at listening things off the top of my head so i scrolled through a bit of my playlist and showed her. she mentioned loving mcr. while doing so, her friend walked over. she hyped up my playlist and the alt girl asked how old i am. i told her mine, and she said her age back. [shes currently 19, i’m going to assume the other friend is around the same age/the same age] i also asked if she’d seen any live bands, she said yes but didn’t name anything in particular. however she did mention that she’s also going to see slipknot in december!! not at the same venue as me, though.

afterwards she asked if i wanted to come up to the bar and get a drink with them both. i said i already had a drink over at my chair and they encouraged me to follow them anyways. once they’d gotten their drinks, we all sat on a beanbag next to a fountain in the garden. they took out cigarettes and J [the alt girl, the other one i think is still alt but dosent dress in a way that’d give it off] started asking about school and if i have any alt friends. i told her and N [the other girl] that i’m not in school or technically being homeschooled, and told them a little bit about my social life. we all just talked about how hard it is to be alt/have any kind of alt mindset in school [or in general] and how ruthless people can be. J also showed me some pictures of her in secondary.

N was already pretty drunk [i assume, or she might’ve had bad memory] and kept on forgetting about me not going to school. they were both the loveliest people i’ve ever come across and i was literally ecstatic. i think they were both glad i came across them as well considering they related to not having any alt freinds at some point and how lonely it can feel. J kept on making sure i was okay with them drinking/smoking and asked if she was being a bad influence. i honestly don’t mind what people do around me, so. THEY WERE SO NICE AA I CANT BELIEVE I MET THEM!!!!

it started getting colder outside as the sky got darker and the music was super loud so J invited me to come up to her room with N. turns out that J is the grandchild of my neighbours. she lives in scotland, but comes down quite often to meet up with family. as for N, she lives in the same town as the grandad i last saw, where i got my evanescence and avril cd. before going upstairs, they both got another drink and once again, asked if i wanted anything. i haven’t really had alcohol in large amounts before so i said it would be cool to try vodka/coca cola. they asked if i was sure and we went up to get our drinks. after we made our way up to J’s room and all sat on her bed. we just spoke about random stuff while i tried getting used to my drink [i haven’t had vodka before i’m a loser i know]. J started playing some screamo/metal music but i didn’t get the opportunity to ask what band it was. [8:45pm]

we spoke about random stuff, more about what it’s like to have alt friends, cool alt clubs i could go to when i’m 18, that i can text/game with either of them if i’d like, and we exchanged instagrams. i didn’t get N’s but she said for me to ask J’s for it when i text her at home. this whole night i smiled more than i have in at least a year, not even overreacting. the last time i can remember being so full of just every positive emotion was when i got boris/my late cat, riley. and we got boris 4 years ago. N started getting the munchies and J suggested i should get something to eat because of me drinking. we went downstairs to the kitchen and J got be some crisps. she opened up about past eating issues while we were upstairs so she already knew that i’m nervy about eating too.

while we were there, this younger boy, one of the children that J and N were playing with earlier started filling a toy truck with popcorn and delivering it to people. meanwhile, J and N spoke to these other two girls. i’m pretty sure J mentioned that they’re her cousins, and that N is also really close with her family. i let them speak and we sat in the kitchen eating for a while. what we did after this is kind of a blur as this was when i was starting to get drowsy, but i’m almost certain we went back outside after eating. the music was somewhat louder and they were playing more singalong tracks. J and N got up on the dance floor bit [which is actually a really cool pateo, the floor is originally from a cobble road in london and my neighbour got it taken out and put in his garden.]

they were playing pitbull, oasis, kings of leon, the killers, etc. J could sense that i didn’t know what to do and didn’t want to watch them because that’d be weird, so she consensually pulled me up onto the dance floor. she put my hand in hers and we danced together. for oasis and the killers [possibly more, i cant remember] all of us, me, J and N danced together and interlocked arms/hands. i don’t think i’d ever felt that free or comfy in myself. like, i danced.. in front of tons of total strangers. i danced for what felt like forever [in a good way, i was loving it. i also don’t know if this is odd to say concidering our age difference, even though i only mean it in a platonic way, but it was nice to be held hands with and included with activities. i haven’t willingly engaged in any kind of physical touch in years [literally] as i really struggle with it and a few other things. but yeah, it felt really nice to be comforted by the holding of hands + dancing.]

all of us were leaning into eachother and swaying our hair and shaking our heads whenever any kind of beat dropped. we’d all come closer to eachother and sing at one another. after definitely over an hour of dancing and singing our hearts out, we were understandingly exhausted so J and N sat down on the outside chairs and smoked some more. we sat mostly in silence, while talking about how nice tonight had been/how fun dancing was [etc] every now and then. the music finishes and people started to pack up, so my parents signalled for us to head off. at this point, my sister had gone home absolutely ages ago to game with her friends. which is good in a way because otherwise she would’ve followed me around/found out about me drinking/and possibly told someone. shes reliable with secrets until she’s not, kind of thing.

we said our goodbyes, hugged and then walked across the side of the road home. we got back at approximately 12:20 and i attempted to process how much fun id had and the fact that i literally made FRIENDS. TWO FRIENDS. i’m quite literally overjoyed. and super excited to see them again. J’s mum seemed to like me and she [J] said that we’ll be able to meet up again, hopefully decently soon. i watched a patrick stump X pete wentz interview, had a 15 minute nap, and asked my questions about boris at 1 after my sister had gone to sleep. me and my mum got into an argument again [we usually do, it’s not really ever me and my dad that have a full on argument.] she got mad at me because she slipped up and said something implying that boris won’t be the slightest bit okay tomorrow so i freaked and started sobbing.

i finically finished at about 3 and cried over how loud and angry my mum was at me up until roughly 3:20. i shouldn’t really have been overwhelmed/sad concidering how much of a success the party ended up being, but i was just so terrified that boris wouldn’t be okay/awake in the morning and my mum wasn’t making it any better. i appreciate how annoying all of this is for the both of them, but she refused to try and understand/address my concern even after me explaining and my dad going through it aswell. she knows how paranoid i am over boris and she just ultimately told me she didn’t care [not exact words] and that i was trying to make myself scared/feel bad.

once coming downstairs, i tried to calm myself down, got undressed into my onesie, did my teeth, and then said goodnight to boris. i did this quite ‘late’ as i had to wait until id completely stopped crying because boris sometimes gets scared over the sound of crying/sniffling. i finished saying goodnight to him at nearly 4am. before i was about to go to sleep, boris welcomed himself into my room and crawled inside my clothing drawers. i started to get worried as i heard scratching and he wasn’t coming out, but he did soon enough and let me fuss him for a bit while he ate, before i got into bed. i went to sleep at 4:10 and eliminated the thought of even trying to write a bit of my journal as i was so tired. [that’s why this is draft, sorry lol]

🗝️ — boris/my cat, questions [about boris]/i ask my parents questions about my cat to verify he’s okay + will be okay in the morning. its a compulsive thing and i’m hopefully going to be tested for OCD in the future.

have a good day/night O_o

[pccyouthleader]

Hedgehog Hodgepodge: A Story of Espionage, Confusion, and an Evil Plan Gone Haywire

Chapter 6: International Man of Mystery

Shadow made his way to Tails’ lab, intent on asking the crafty fox to design something for him. During the melee that took place earlier, Aurora’s communicator had been shattered, and he felt personally responsible. He reached the lab and gave a firm knock on the door.

“Uh, hey Shadow!” said Tails when he opened the door. He stood fidgeting with a stylus and looking apprehensive. Shadow’s relationship with Sonic’s friends had never been very “warm and fuzzy.”

“Tails,” acknowledged Shadow. “May I come in? I have a little project I’d like you to undertake.”

“Sure,” said Tails, stepping back to let Shadow by. “Let’s head over to the workbench where CC is.”

Shadow pulled out the broken communicator he had slipped from Aurora’s bag when she was checking on her mother. He handed it to Tails, who let out a brief whistle.

“This thing’s been through the ringer!” he said, turning it around in his hands. “What happened?”

“It belongs to Aurora,” replied Shadow. “It sustained major damage during a, uh, scuffle.”

Tails narrowed his eyes at Shadow. “You broke it, didn’t you?”

Shadow simply nodded. 

“Well, that’s no problem! What do you want me to do exactly? I’m not so sure this much damage can be repaired,” Tails said, noting it had missing parts.

“Can you make a new one for her?” asked Shadow.

“You came to the right place!” replied Tails. “I’ll make a her one with all the latest technology! I’ll even make it her favorite color!” Tails was getting excited thinking of the possibilities.

“Good,” said Shadow. “Spare no expense. When can I pick it up?”

Tails thought a minute. “For Aurora? I’ll have it ready for you by 4:00!”

“Sounds good,” replied Shadow with a sly grin. He knew that fox would fast track anything for Aurora.

When he turned to leave the lab, he saw the award Aurora had mentioned earlier. It stood in a glass case near the exit, so he walked over to examine it. The trophy stood about a foot tall and was shaped like an obelisk. It’s jet black shell was like none he’d ever seen. The certificate lay flat on the shelf next to it. The trophy looked legitimate enough, but the award certificate was very suspicious. Several words, including Tails’ last name, had been misspelled.

Shadow walked back over to Tails. “Aurora mentioned that you had never heard of the award committee that gave you that prize.”

Tails nearly jumped out of his skin. He had already engrossed himself in the task of building her new communicator. Plus, Shadow had a way of startling everyone.

“Yeah, that was a new one on me,” he replied, embarrassed. Clearing his throat, he continued. “The committee just stopped by one day with the award… two rather strange-acting guys. They said they had seen my work at the Global Automation Fair.”

“Strange-acting in what way?” Shadow asked, crossing his arms.

“They just seemed kind of… jumpy, I guess. They didn’t really have a whole lot to say. The whole ordeal was over in five minutes.”

“Hmmm…” came the reply from Shadow. “May I look more closely at the trophy?” he asked.

“Sure,” said Tails, shrugging. Why was Shadow so interested anyway? 

Shadow walked to the display case and opened the glass door. The trophy’s dark surface somehow bore a leathery look. Placing his hand around it, he was taken by surprise to feel the relic begin to warm under his touch. Withdrawing his hand, he called to Tails over his shoulder.

“Have you noticed anything odd about this trophy?”

“Geez, he’s obsessed…” Tails muttered under his breath. “Nope,” he said aloud, hoping Shadow would leave him to his work.

Closing the cabinet, Shadow turned and left the lab, deep in thought.

“Is he always so… mysterious?” asked CC when the door closed.

“That’s Shadow for you,” said Tails. “You never really know what to expect.”

“Hasn’t he been both friend and foe to your group in the past?” CC was searching her internal files for memories of Shadow that she had gleaned from others.

“Yeah,” said Tails, “but I think his feelings for Aurora have solidified the friendship part. According to Sonic, it’s very likely that Shadow is in love.”

CC was intrigued, but saw that Tails was once again trying his best to concentrate on the new communicator. She filed the conversation away for another time.

[torchickentacos]

Summarizing TV shows I've never seen

Breaking Bad: takes place where high school musical did. Jesse and Walter. 99% sure Walter's the bald chem teacher. Jesse is either gay, homophobic, or both (?). There's a lawyer woman named Skylar who Walt may or may not be hitting on the side, not sure. Meth.

Yugioh: kid has cards that can summon magical creatures. I think there's a hell realm. There's one guy, Marik, who is actually two guys in one I think, but I wouldn't swear by it.

My Hero Academia: something to do with toe joints????? Is that like. correct???? I distinctly remember something about that. There's the frog guy, bakugou (the zuko one), Deku (not the zelda tree), and the girl that looks like May from pokemon or Suki from ATLA.

Fairy Tail: I actually have seen this one but couldn't tell you a damn thing about it. There's a guild thing. Lots of fanservice. Guy with the scarf.

Miraculous Ladybug: guy and girl are in love but also superheroes who are in love and nobody knows the oter is in love and a superhero? Shenanigans ensue. They're a ladybug and a cat but in a superhero way and not a furry way.

Fox 911: copaganda but firefighters????? no idea. Swifties really like it.

Friends: I've seen SOME episodes. Two of the guys look like the same guy to me and I can't tell them apart. Friends say I'm the phoebe because she's kind of got a hippie vibe. Rachel and Monica are not wlw apparently but you could have fooled me. SMELLY CAT. Also what's his name... david schwimmer. His character is kind of annoying to me. He had a monkey once? Also CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP!!!!

Supernatural: dude. NO fucking idea. Superhell. The two guys might be gay? or brothers? There's a third guy I think???? Someone's gay and someone's got a brother? They had a scooby doo crossover. Demons.

Doctor who: time travel in a phone booth??? There's a bunch of doctors. fifteen of them? One said feminist rights or something???

Supernatural: Sadie Sink, who people said I looked like in my red hair era. I think we're both just scots-irish 20somethings though idk. 80's. Byler. A lot of bowl cuts, unfortunately.

Amphibia: frogs and a blonde girl???

Moral Orel: No idea but it kind of scares me /lh. @blossyossyossy likes it.

Modern Family: family issues but there's a bazillion of them. My mom says I look like Haley dunphy. Idk who that is. Funny enough, Haley dunphy and Sadie sink look nothing alike yet I've been told I look like both of them. I don't see either, tbh.

[theimpossiblescheme]

The Shudders

(This time it’s Etcetera and Electra’s turn for @flame-x‘s Kittens Week!  Trigger warning ahead for some mentions of violence.)

Once upon a time–as Munkustrap would tell it and as I am telling it now–there was a kitten who wanted to know what fear was.

It wasn’t as though she’d never been scared, of course.  She was scared of a lot of things like spiders and thunder and getting washed down a storm drain while she was still small enough to fit.  But these were all things she assumed she’d get over once she was older.  After all, she’d never met a grown-up who was still scared of spiders.  Thus far in her life, Etcetera didn’t know what it was like to be truly afraid, deep down in her heart.  But she wanted to know very badly.

Two of her best friends figured they could help, since they had their own share of terrifying experiences to share.  Carbucketty was full of stories about his Protector training, of venturing down dark, rat-infested alleyways, encountering large dogs and pots and pans thrown at his head, and nearly getting his head taken off by Socrates’ paws when they sparred or the Junkyard gate swinging shut.  Every time he told them, he bugged out his eyes and lowered his voice to a suspenseful whisper like they were sitting around a humans’ campfire at night, out in the middle of woods infested by foxes and badgers and all manner of cat-eating monsters.  But in reality, they were just sitting on the old stove sharing a batch of stolen pancakes.  And far from sounding all that scary, Carbucketty just sounded excited, his voice thrumming with the thrill of sharing his exploits.  Even when he talked about what a harsh taskmaster Alonzo could be, there was more admiration in his words than anything.  So it was hard for Cettie to feel anything but thrilled herself, wolfing down pancakes and listening eagerly without a hint of fear.

Electra’s stories were more intense and personal, the kind she only told the cats she trusted most.  Stories about Macavity and his Palace, about the horrible noises upstairs and the stark cold of downstairs, about hulking henchcats skulking in every corner, about the sharp smell of human drinks and refuse and the sharp, haunted look in her mama’s eyes every time she came back from a long day away.  About the sharpest, most raggedy claws she’d ever seen pressed under her chin for just a moment before drawing away into darkness.  Most of these stories were hazy, half-remembered from when she was even smaller, but still burned into her brain nonetheless.  Cettie had heard stories about Macavity and his horrible crimes–mostly from Demeter, who talked about him like an unstoppable storm, and from Bomba, who talked about him like a fleck of mud on her paws.  It was hard for Cettie to really imagine him as a real cat, putting together all the pieces she’d heard from even her best friends.  Like outside of those stories, he didn’t really exist.  And even if Electra’s stories made her worried for her friend, it was still the distant kind of worry from knowing it could never happen to you.

Until that night at the Ball, of course.  

Seeing Macavity up close for the first time, those cruel claws sweeping through the air as he made so many cats dance for him like puppets on strings.  Seeing him swipe a bloody streak across Electra’s face and throw Carbucketty to the ground like he weighed nothing, all before dragging Demeter to his side and trying to carry her away.  Cettie tried to hide, but it was no use.  She didn’t even have the breath in her to scream until he was gone in a burst of lightning, and even then she couldn’t as a hush fell over the Junkyard.  In the blackout, relieved to find she could move her paws again, she crawled frantically over to the foot of the bedstead.  There, Electra lay curled up in Bomba’s lap, and Carbucketty with his head on Skimble’s knee.  Without a word, Cettie folded herself gently in between her two friends, tail entwining with Electra’s and nose buried in Carbucketty’s fur.  Trembling from both the horror of nearly losing them and the gratitude that they were both still here.  And as much as she knew Bomba or Skimble would if she asked, she didn’t want them to hug her or even touch her right now.  She just wanted to lie here until she stopped shaking and let this awful night pass over like a bad dream.  

At some point, right before Tugger came in to bring some of the light back, Cettie heard Electra’s voice somewhere in the dark.  “Hey… you okay?”

Cettie couldn’t help giggling a bit helplessly.  Electra was the one who’d actually been attacked by Macavity, yet she was asking if Cettie was okay.  And cats thought she was weird… but for the moment, all she could manage was a small, squeaky “Yeah.  ‘M okay.”  With that, she wrapped her tail even more tightly around her friend’s.

And so it was that the kitten who wanted to know what fear was learned for herself.

[chairgun]

OC THREAD!

Welcome all to my OC Thread! I'll be posting stuff about my oc's here from time to time so I thought I allow you all to get to know them a bit! I'll be going through character to character giving a brief description and a image of them. Credit for the art will be given either on the image itself or before I give a brief description. Also certain images will be split up as to focus on one certain character. With that being said.. Lets begin! And if you have any questions for them.. Well I'll have something for that soon. Alright enough Chatting lets begin!

First up on our list is Noah Foxson! (Drawn by StupidGamer201) Noah is one of the 4 main characters of my OC universe, he's gone through a lot over the years, Fighting other worldly threats, becoming a super hero named the Red Spider, being brutally murdered. You know, the usual crap. But despite this he always keeps a level head and tries to do what's best for others. Is it always the best? Depends, but he never stops trying. And to him that's all that matters. And with that, that's the first character down, onto the next one!

Next up is Autumn Volkov! (once again drawn by StupidGamer201. This might be a trend for the first 4 characters btw) Autumn is Noah best friend/girlfriend and one of the 4 main characters. She's always happy to head into adventure with her friends and always takes the time to help those she loves. However, she does have a temper if you push her enough, and believe me when I say. She's very scary when her temper is broken. Alright, 2 down. it's time to move onto the next one!

Next up is another one of the 4 main characters! Jason Mcgrath (once again, this character was drawn by StupidGamer201. Told yeah this would be trend with the first four.) Jason absolutely loves to fight people, and he will jump into action whenever there's a chance to battle someone. He tends not to be the smartest out of the main four but he makes up for it with his charm and his fluff. Alrighty, next one coming up! Get ready!

Last of the main four characters is Kyla Ruiz! (Can you guess who drew this one? If you do you'll get a cookie.) Kyla is the smartest one out of the main four. She's always making sure they aren't doing something stupid while also toying with her tech. She secretly wishes to be a cat instead of a human but she doesn't tend to tell anyone. Mostly cause Jason (Her boyfriend) would tease her about it. Also she got snark, a lot of snark. Nuff said.

Alright, that's the main four done, now it's time for a few more characters. Lets get through this second half shall we?

This is Scarlett (or Scarlet. depends on how you wanna call her) She is a 9 tailed fox demon that has existed for years. She loves to manipulate others and take control of their body for her own reasons such as murder, or just ruining their life. And when angered she'll turn into her true form... A massive feral fox demon that'll rip you limb from limb. Besides that though she can also change her body at will, so she can be flat like she is here. Or the bustiest mother fucker you've ever seen. She's usually in the middle with that (Btw no art credit because this is a base, not a actual commission I made of the character) Alrighty, now it's time to move onto another character to speak abbout. Lets move onto the next one!

This is Sally the pikachu! (Drawn by verykittyy on twitter) She's a chubby chu with a love for collecting data on things such as animals or locations. she hopes to be a researcher one day though her love of eating is making that hard to manage. But she'll figure something out.. After she finds something to eat.

Alrighty, almost done, just two more characters to go!

Next up is Shiver NightShade! Who fun fact is actually a special 5th main character! Shocking I know (Btw art is by BluCrystalBean on twitter) Shiver is a kobold who lives in a timeline broken by war and death. She fights for freedom against the cruel city known as Neo York along with her sister and a group of rebels they formed. She's energetic and always ready to do what's right, Tho she isn't exactly the smartest tool in the shed. She tries her best though. Alrighty, it's time for the last character! (For now) Lets end this off!

Lastly for now we have Shiver's Sister Ember Nightshade! (this art was once again drawn by BlueCrystalBean btw.) Ember is the more mature and Level headed of the two sisters. Being the one who formed the rebels after all as their leader. After a certain event she goes missing for a time and now sports a robotic arm, but that doesn't mean despite this she still fights for freedom and for the sake of her new friends and her dear sister. And what that... We've covered all the ocs! Granted, I still have tons more. But for the sake of my hands (and for your eyes) we'll be covering them at a later date once I have references for them. When I do have references I'll update this with them. I hope you enjoyed reading all of this!

[violetsmokes]

Okay so I got a couple lmk ocs both being kinda immortal and au of what Macaque childhood was like.

One is a female aroace three tailed snow leopard, her name is Min Xingyùn. She was friends with Sun Wukong but now he doesn't remember her and her feelings are mixed for multiple reasons the two biggest being that Wukong got her little brother killed, guess who. And the second being trapping the Bull King under a mountain, for context she was friends with DBK but she was much closer to PIF. How close? Well she is Red Son's godmother. After DBK's imprisonment PIF and RS stayed with Min since her home was obscured from heavens eyes and not even SWK had the power to hold her down for long. The girl has a long shit list the top 3 being Er Lang, The Jade Emperor, and Tripitaka. Tripitaka is deathly afraid of her and the funny thing is SWK has no idea Tripitaka even met Min. Ironically she loves Tang like a son.

So Min's family consists of her father, brother, PIF, and RS. Her father is known as mythical ancient warlord, even among demons and Heaven's court they think he's fairytale, his name is the Giant White Fox. He is big, really big, most confuse him for a wolf. GWF is basically the personification of a mountain range known as Shadow Peaks, yes this is why he is so old and big. Both Min and GWF are shadow demons like Macaque. If you haven't guessed it Macaque is Min's little brother but only one person is aware of this. That is Guanyin, to be fair Macaque never mentions having any family it never comes up nor does he really think anyone needs know. Min DOES mention having a brother but only refers to him by two nicknames and is never detailed plus after Macaque's death she avoided ever talking about him again unless it's with their father. The nicknames are Six and Mousy because macaque was as skittish as a mouse during childhood always hiding behind Min, sitting on GWF shoulders, and shadow portaling at loud sounds close to him. Guanyin only figured it out while watching Wukong hang out with Macaque noticing him shadow portal. Something she had only seen her student Min do sense only shadow demons can use shadow magic. Shadow demons are extremely rare and there has never been a confirmed shadow demon leaving a lot of details unknown and many fearing them. The fear mainly comes from shadow magic being confused for forbidden magic.

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It's a bit strange to be on this end of a school tour. For the longest time, Neighthan had to switch schools frequently as a means to avoid bullying from his peers. Typically, the zombicorn didn't stay at one school long enough to grow past the new kid stage. Fortunately, all of this has since changed now that he had started attending Monster High. There was something almost exciting about having the chance to get to know his newest classmates.

"I know the size of the campus can be a bit intimidating at first. I definitely got lost more times than I'd like to admit during my first couple weeks." Looking back to Noburu, he gives her a warm smile. "I do think you and your sister will do well here, Noburu. I've been to my fair share of high schools, and there's something special about Monster High specifically."

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With the school tour being wrapped up, their parents were greatly impressed and were now with the headmistress, busy wrapping up the paperwork for the twins. The hybrid twin fox demons were also greatly impressed by the school. They had never been able to attend public school for very long, due to their modeling jobs, and had been home-schooled a lot. And they had never seen so many monsters in one location, except for family gatherings and festivals.

Both twins were enthusiastic about joining Monster High. Noburu was already looking forward to joining the sports team. Especially the basketball-no casketball team. While Kanako was looking forward to joining clubs and interacting with more people – no ghouls, as she didn't have to hide who she was anymore. Especially, since she was still having a hard time fully transforming and looking fully human. Only able to change both her ears and one tail, when she has two of them (tails).

"I do understand what you mean…" Kanako spoke, as they entered the courtyard and watched monsters of different kinds bonding together. It looked almost like a scene out of a children's book, and it made Kanako's heart ache with warm and fuzzy feelings. "So!" The elder twin began to playfully nudge their cute tour guide. "Speaking about classes, I would love it if you could accompany me to my classes too. Since you know the school like the back of your hand. It would be fun to hang out or get lost together, hmm?" Kanako began to quietly grunt with annoyance, as she watched Noburu attempting to flirt with the poor zombicorn, the firts cute thing she comes across.