#(and meo (right) is they/them)

[ataraxiaspainting]

360-Degree Vision.

Yan Silas x F Reader.

Warnings: Yandere themes, kidnapping, non-con, oral (male receiving), forced infantilization, Silas calls himself Mommy because he's a weirdo, and "force feeding".

Word Count: 700.

OC and art pictured above belongs to amazingly talented @meo-eiru!! i really love her art, so be sure to check her out!! <333

*~*~*~*

Silas only allows autumn leaves and snow to fall where your feet don’t touch but your eyes can still see.

It’s an odd sort of shape, the barrier he has around his tree. It reminds him of those little sketches you do he puts by his bedside table. He read from a book that human mothers do that whenever their children give them drawings, though you never gave yours to him per se. More likely than not you were waiting for a more special occasion, but he found them in your toy box whilst he was tidying up from another long day of taking care of you. 

What a unique art style you have – he read in the same book that human children’s little doodles can be nearly unrecognizable from what they are supposed to be most of the time, so he doesn’t question how the circles you drew kept going around and around and leading to nowhere.

A snail’s shell, perhaps? 

The spirals seemed too large and too filled… 

He’ll give you points for creativity. 

Positive reinforcement was key with these kinds of things, or so he’s been told – if you ever ask for a pet snail, he’ll get one for you in little to no time at all.

*~*~*~*

“Baby,” Silas’ smile is smaller because of the concern he has for you right now. “You have to finish your dinner. It’s good for you. When you finish we can go see little mushrooms and squirrels, okay? Only for a little bit though,” His right hand is still above your head, squishing you down when your body seems to want to get up too soon. “Mommy doesn’t want you to get sick again…”

Despite Silas sitting down, he was still more than half your height – your knees sink further into the mattress both of you are on.

They are shivering so much but he doesn’t notice.

No, it’s not that he doesn’t care – he’s too busy flaunting his length and chest to you to pay attention to how you actually feel, wanting you to pick your poison once again; seeing this as necessary to your development.

Last time for yesterday’s meals you chose his cock – the day before that you chose his breasts.

The more you suck from him, the more you’re given treats after. Something resembling those colorful markers you used to get at the local dollar store, containers of blueberry yogurt you hope came from his village’s cows or some similar type of animal, a new dress he had sewn himself or had customized and bought from a nearby elf tailor.

“I’ll even bring some paper and those pencils you like drawing with, hm?” Silas continues as he scoots closer to you – he holds your hair so gently now, but whenever he cries tears of pure happiness the grip will tighten quickly. “Maybe you can see a snail up close for those little spirals you like doing.”

…

No matter how much you rebel and kick and scream, the elf wouldn’t move back from you – if anything it gives him more of a reason to come closer, so you can have more of his ‘love’. After only a little bit of time, you learned how to let the frustration out in a way that didn’t have Silas doting over you so suffocatingly – drawing spirals. You were told once by a friend they can be therapeutic in times of stress. You most likely will never see her again but you would want to hug her because it works. 

You hid them amongst the dolls and building blocks you were given in times you were alone – staring at them made you feel less lonely, made you feel like you had more of a choice in how you spent your waking hours.

You didn’t expect Silas to find them. He never checks your toy box because you tidy it up so often.

You don’t know how to explain your drawings in a way Silas will understand. Not that he understands a lot of things that come out of your mouth.

You just nod. Maybe drawing a snail’s body below those spirals can help you too.

“Good girl! Listening so well!” His smile widens and you can see his eyes getting watery already.

[rodeorun]

love in the dark.

yandere pretty boyfriend x fem!reader.

cw: drugging, black-mail, non-con blowjob, degradation. Featuring @meo-eiru 's OC, Elias ❤️

MDNI.

“You better work,” Elias threatened the baby pink candle he was holding between pretty, manicured fingers.

One might even compare it to the young man himself. Long and more thin than thick, the pink wax at the tip molded into a heart shape, white wick sticking through the middle. Elias always had love on the brain, at least when it came to you. Pity he didn't have a fine white wick of logic to split his head in two, or rather, his heart. But, when you love the way he did, weren't those two practically the same thing?

He doesn't know how many hours he spent on the dark web to find this, some sort of ‘love candle.’ Whatever that bullshit meant. The description the seller left behind was short and to the point.

‘Ignite this candle in the presence of your desired person and watch them fall in love with you.’

Even Elias in all his lovesickness found it hard to believe, but it was that sickness itself that led him to purchasing the item. He hadn't gotten a gig lately so he prayed for the payment to go through, giving himself a headache for purchasing a mere candle that was six hundred and fifty dollars. God, the things he would do for you (or to you, but that's a completely different matter.)

You, the object of his affections. His sweet, sweet, sweet best friend who has saved him more times than he could count. You were entirely too good for him and he knew it.

A special knock on his door alerted him to your presence, and he knew it was you because you two had created that very knock in sophomore year of university. Long after he changed his name, you still had the heart to played with him like a child. Where others laughed at his girlish tears and overgrown sobs, you healed his inner child with every hug, every whisper, every time you'd look into his eyes and tell him, ‘it's okay, Elias. I'm here for you.’

And you always were.

No matter how bad his tantrums got, you never got sick of him. You were the only one who stayed. You practically conditioned him. How could he ever want anyone else after tasting a drop of your sweetness?

“Hi, darling!” Elias opened the door and pulled you in for a hug, kicking the door shut behind you. “Someone's mighty dressed up for a movie night in, hehe. Oooh, is this wine? Gimme gimmie!”

Taking the bag from your hands, Elias turned to put it on the table, laying a sweaty palm against his flushed cheek. Heaven, he couldn't do this much longer! Just a hug from you and a whiff of that perfume had him hardening in his yoga pants. He stayed faced away from you as he rocked side to side, subtly rubbing himself against the bottle you brought just for him. All for him.

“So, I was thinking we could start with a rom-com and then maybe a western, for variety, and after that there's a three hour long horror movie I found that-”

“Sorry, Elias.”

Glittering eyelids opened themselves.

“See, my boyfriend injured his arm in a game yesterday, so I need to go help cook for him,” you explained. Your sorry eyes seared into his back.

Ah, yes. That boyfriend of yours. Taller than Elias, bigger than Elias, handsome enough to be called a heartthrob and an athlete by profession. A real winner, that boyfriend of yours!

Elias wanted to spit on his corpse.

“Oh, your boyfriend!” He clasped his hands together and turned to face you. “The one who forgot to pick you up at the mall last week because he slept through his alarm, right? I remember him.” Elias fiddled with one of the bottles of wine now, snarling. So much for a ‘gift,’ you were just trying to buy his forgiveness.

“Yes, Eli, that boyfriend,” you chuckled. “But I forgave him for that, you know? Nobody's perfect.”

The illusion of bliss he was swept up in from hearing that sweet nickname quickly shattered.

‘Nobody's perfect.’ Elias knew that better than anyone else. Afterall, he was the last thing but, and yet you still treated him so preciously.

So, why? Why was it the very same thing he fell in love with you for, you were flaunting to just anyone? Don't you know that love isn't free? Especially not yours! How many bottles of hair dye, micro-needling appointments, collagen fillers, and waxing appointments did he go to for your love? By God he knows his deadname didn't deserve you, but didn't Elias at least earn a little bit of your attention?

How dare you, honestly. How dare you show someone else the kindness you won him over with? How dare you waltz in here just to stand him up for another man! How dare you fucking-

“Eli?”

“Yes, my beloved?”

You looked upon him tentatively, a testament to what a ticking time bomb he is. “Oh, alright, I forgive you.” He waved you off playfully and walked over to hold both of your hands in his. “But next time, I'll tie you up and keep you here forever, munchkin~”

Your laugh mingled with his. As if you thought he was joking.

“Ah, but, darling! At least have a drink with me before you go. It would be lonely to pop open a bottle by myself, hm?”

A single drink.

That's what you and Elias agreed on. One glass and you'd be on your way to that wretch. You didn't drive to get here and assured Elias that your boyfriend would drive you back home. As if.

“Oh, before we cheers,” Elias put his glass down and went to rummage for a box of matches, shaking his hips this way and that while humming in his search.

“Someone's in a good mood,” you grinned, watching him groove to imaginary music.

“Yes, with you around I always am,” he teased and returned to the table. He put the candle in the stand and lit it.

It was only a little unsettling that he watched you instead of the matches while he did so.

“That's a really cute candle, Elias. Where'd you get it?” you asked him as he sat down across from you, drink in hand.

“Oh, this old thing? It's just something I had laying around- Oh my god!”

Elias flinched as the candle suddenly exploded, letting out a small puff of wind that blew his hair back and left behind a plume of pink smog.

“Darling?! Are you- ack! You okay?” Elias wafted the air between hacking coughs until he could see your face again.

You looked shocked, as one would when a candle explodes in their face, but then you started laughing. Small titters that rang like a bell until it turned into gasps that made you grab your stomach.

“You're, hahahaha, so, so silly, Eli! Haha, where do you get these things?!”

Oh, honey. He couldn't stop loving you even if he tried.

“Oh, stop that, you! How was I supposed to know it would do that,” Elias played along, ears still tinged pink at his little blunder. You two looked at each other and then fell into joined laughter.

This light, airy feeling was a drug to him. No matter how boring he was, how flat his personality, you could always find something more in him. Something to talk about, to laugh about, to entertain him with. Something he couldn't find by himself.

It's like the universe sent you to him as if to say, ‘hey! This is the person who will make life worth living! The one who will take that mind numbing emptiness away!’

And who was he to deny the wishes of the universe?

“Worthless piece of junk,” Elias muttered when things settled down. The candle really was a sham then. “At least it smells nice,” he lit the candle again and waved the match to out it. “Anyways, I got a manicure today and the lady was way too rough with my cuticles. She should quit if that's the service she's going to give.”

He brought his nails up, inspecting the blood red polish.

He was met with silence.

“Darling?”

Your head was down, lip trapped between your teeth.

“R-Right. Well, it's pretty,” you shot him a sad kind of smile. “It's just, well, no. Hm, uh, no…I forgot, I guess?” Elias watched you scramble around until small tears dripped from your eyes. “I guess I just forgot that you see other women every day.”

His heart froze in his chest.

“And, I, I know she was just doing her job, but holding your hand while she did your nails- she did hold your hand, right? That's a little…”

You trailed off and wiped your tears, willing yourself to gather such thoughts while Elias looked on in shock.

His eyes flicked to the candle, to you, the candle, you. Always you.

“She did,” he said simply, cautiously, “hold my hand. Yes, she did.” Your face cumbled, making Elias shoot up. “But I hated it! I wished it was you! I want you to be the one holding my hand!”

“Really?” Those big, wet eyes pleaded with him. “Because, I get jealous, you know.”

Something below his belt started stirring.

“Is that so?” He hummed and pulled his chair over next to you, thumbing the tears under your eyes like you had done for him so many times before.

The light of the candle reflected in your eyes and when Elias glanced over, it had melted remarkably quickly. The leftover wax dripped onto the table but he couldn't care less.

First things first, he needed to make sure what he hypothesized was real. That this wasn't a ploy.

“You know, dear, I was very hurt when you started going out with that bastard. You hurt me, a lot. How do you think I felt?” He cooed like you were a child, soft and gentle in his palm.

“I'm so sorry, Eli. I'll break up with him, okay? I only want you! I'm really- mmph!”

Not the romantic first kiss he was dreaming of, but perfect nonetheless.

All this groveling and begging, over little ol’ him? It was too cute. He could just eat you up! But before that, it seems Elias was going to be devoured first.

“Darling? Ngh!” You were tangling your tongue with his, sucking his lips, his cheeks, his tongue, leaving little nibbles on his blushing skin. “Hold on, I need to-”

“Need to what, Eli? I need you right now,” you swallowed, “I feel like my body is on fire.”

Oh, god, the candle really did work. You were squirming on your chair, rubbing your legs together and giving him the absolute cutest puppy eyed stare. You wanted him. You wanted him.

“Yeah?” Elias said breathlessly, trying to keep pace with you, “well I think I need an apology for you cheating on me first.”

He stood up and pulled his oversized sweater up, letting you peek at the bulge growing underneath tight grey cotton.

“Oh, Eli! It's so pretty!” You weren't shy about rubbing him over his pants. “All of you is so, so pretty, baby. Can I…suck you?”

“Darling, I'm yours!” He said eagerly, the sudden onslaught of praise leaving him dizzy. “Anything you want to do, I'm yours!”

By the time you peeled down his pants and had his leaking dick positioned at your mouth, he was ready to burst. He was entirely ready to finally get his reward, but you hesitated.

“Wait, Eli. I think we should wait, um…my boyfriend. I should break up with him first.”

That goddamn candle should have come with a special feature to make you forget anyone but him all together.

Elias probably looked terrifying right now, fine features underlit by the glow of the candle, staring down at you harshly. For once, he didn't find your babbling cute. Not when every other word was your boyfriend's name. So, Elias kindly shut you up.

“There we go~” Elias cooed, thrusting his hips a little. “Ah, ah, darling. Don't run from it,” he giggled, “or I'll shove it down your fucking throat~”

You were choking on his cock, unable to pull away with how he had his fingers locked behind your head. More than you moving, it was Elias who was pumping himself in and out of your mouth, not stopping until his balls slapped against your chin every time.

“What a good little thing you are, angel. I love you so much! Hey, do you love me too? I asked if you loved me too!”

Even under the effects of the candle, you looked scared. Elias was frantic now, not only his balls hitting your chin, but his toned abdomen smashing into your face as he fucked your entire head roughly. “Dirty fucking bitch! I trusted you! I love you and you left me for dead to go date that idiot! Do you know how much that hurt me?! How much I need you?! You were supposed to me mine, all mine, just like I'm yours! You dirty, dirty f-fucking whore!” Elias let out a wet sob, spilling down your throat with his eyes screwed shut.

Heavy pants left his mouth as he stumbled back to sit on his chair, chest heaving up and down. Even through your coughing, you couldn't help but worry about him.

“Eli? A-Are you okay?”

What a wreck your voice was, no doubt you'd be feeling him in your throat for days.

“It's not all out.”

“Huh? I don't understand-”

“Lift your shirt up.” He wasn't asking.

The smooth expanse of your chest was revealed and Elias used it as extra motivation to get the last few drops of cum out, fisting his tip roughly to pull out those last thick strings. It pearled on your skin beautifully and you didn't hesitate to stick your tongue out, cleaning him off properly with soft sucks that made him tremble.

“Good girl,” he sighed and eventually sat. It was like the devil was released from him. He was just Elias again, your Eli. “That was my first blowjob, you know,” he giggled cutely, like you two were mischievous kids sharing secrets in a treehouse.

Elias sighed and leaned in to hug you after lifting his pants back over his soft length. “Oh, my baby. I can't believe this worked. Had I known, I wouldn't have done this sooner. I can't believe you're finally mine,” he mumbled into your hair. “I love you, darling. And you love me too, right?”

Silence.

“Darling?”

Elias held you at shoulder length away, not wanting to let go of you completely yet. “Hey, why the tears, darling? Hehe, do you love me that much? Aw, well-”

“I'm sorry, Elias.” Your dark pupils met his.

There was no reflection from the candlelight anymore. In fact, the flame had blown out completely by now, leaving behind a sad little puddle of wax.

Your arms pushed his off as you stood up. “Shit…I- oh god, my boyfriend. What's wrong with me?! I'm sorry, Eli- I mean, Elias, um, I think the wine was a bit too strong for me. I really didn't mean to…”

What the hell was this?! Was this- did your love only last while the candle was lit?!

“What the fuck!” Elias cursed loudly, fingers gripping his silky tresses. The situation was beckoning a meltdown.

“I know, Elias, I'm so sorry, but I don't know what came over me!”

You were scared, he could see it. And he's sure part of that fear was from the ache in your throat, the names he had called you when he was at the peak of bliss. How he carried on when he was so sure you were his completely. Over what, a stupid candle? He was an idiot! He had to do damage control.

“It's…alright, darling. It's okay. Hm,” Elias hummed as he thought, standing up to pace. “It's okay. Your boyfriend is waiting for you after all, run along now. It's getting late.”

“Elias?” You weren't sure what was going on.

“Don't worry, dear,” Elias looked at you with warm eyes. “I can keep a secret. We just got a little overwhelmed, didn't we?”

He was giving you a way out, obviously. But why?

“Right,” you said, unsure.

“That's okay, we all have our moments,” Elias giggled and walked over, wrapping his arms around you, letting one sneak down to cup your ass. “Some more than others.”

“I don't think we should be-”

“Be what? You already swallowed my load, pumpkin. Let it dribble all down your chin and everything,” he mused, rubbing a finger against your lower lip. “Or did you want to come clean to your boyfriend?”

“No! I really don't know what happened!”

“Then it's a secret,” Elias whispered, pulling you in for a kiss. You were helpless to him, unable to pull away under the looming threat of him snitching on you. His tongue traced your lips before he pulled away.

“I won't tell if you won't, darling.”

Elias sent you off with a few more kisses and a slap on your ass, already hard again and humping you like a dog all the way to the door where you left with tears in your eyes. You were just too cute!

It wasn't much, but it was something. The only excitement Elias could offer you. Now, he had a personality.

He was your secret lover.

“Aha! How wonderful!” Elias twirled around in excitement. What an adventure!

Soon, he'd guilt your sweet soul into breaking up with that idiot and you'd be all his. He already had a foot in the door after all.

Bringing a hand to his lips, he recalled the way yours felt against his. Marvelous, absolutely marvelous!

Hmm..

Elias took his phone out and sent you a quick text.

‘I think I left some lipstick on you, darling. Clean that up before you see you know who ;)’

Not even moment later, his phone rang.

“Hey, Elias?”

“Eli,” he corrected.

“Yeah, can you not-”

“Eli.”

“…Eli. Uh, can you not send texts like that, please? Just in case he sees.”

A shiver ran up Elias’ spine at the secrecy of it all. You two were bound by sin.

“Of course, darling. I'll call you tonight then.”

“I'm spending the night with him,” you said nervously. “I can't.”

“Alright then, I'll just text you,” Elias inspected his nails casually.

“But-! Ugh, fine. I'll call you later.”

“Perfect. We'll talk soon then. Make sure your camera is on, I'm still throbbing over here,” he giggled.

“I have to go now,” you whispered.

“I love you, darling.”

“Yes, he's coming so-”

“I said I love you!”

“…I love you too, Eli. Bye.”

Elias waited for you to hang up with a smile. You were already cracking under the pressure of your unwanted affair. Sure it would hurt you now, but if this didn't last long then it would be him hurting later. Surely, you wouldn't be able to deal with that, not your kind heart. After all, his beauty is something that shouldn't be marred, you said so yourself.

It was only a matter of time now.

a/n: I actually finished this over a week ago but the Elias lore kept pouring in and I was scrambling to edit to make this as canon as possible but I gave up sooooo, yeah 😃 just imagine this as eli if he actually acted on half the shit he wants to do ig lmfaooo

Also can't believe I wrote unwilling reader because Elias is literally my baby muffin snuggly pie googlie bear and i love him, but i love men suffering more ig 💗

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Please do not ask for part 2. Thank you!

[meo-eiru]

https://www.tumblr.com/meo-eiru/757624850681577472/yan-elf-do-they-have-magic-like-the-food-keeps?source=share

this kind of got me worried. im praying that this elves got something to protect themselves especially those airheaded ones. we dont want some humans or whatever poaching them and taking advantage of them for their abilities😟 anyway, pls don't get sick with us silas fans hehe. he's just so precious💙❤️💜💖💘💓🩵🫶😍

Humans work hard but elf PR team works harder. In the current world Elves are seen as mythical creatures who only exists in stories due to elves keeping themselves hidden and leading quiet lives all this time.

You meeting Silas was like the fruit of several coincidences, or fate as Silas like to call it. You got lost in the woods and Silas was picking fruits in an area quite away from his usual area. But good thing he did right? You guys have each other now❤️

Anyway since most elves aren't as nonchalant as Silas about stuff like this the chances of other people finding them are close to zero.

If they somehow got discovered anyway, if it's only a few people who found them they'd just erase their memories using old magic. If it was several people with weapons like an army then elves might get overpowered as even though they are much bigger than humans they simply were not built for fighting, especially a fight that has modern day weapons

[anonymous-dentist]

Or: the childhood friends au:

-

Roier doesn’t remember a lot of his childhood, but he remembers enough to know that he was a bit of a little shit. He was a problem child. He probably has the outline of a shoe tattooed onto his back after all the shit he got up to as a kid.

(R-01 gets one hour of supervised outdoor time every day to keep him from getting sick. He sits beneath the big oak tree in the facility’s enclosed garden, and he lets his fingers twist in the grass beneath him.

[The grass isn’t real, but he doesn’t know this yet.]

He sticks his tongue out to catch the sunlight, all of seven years old and unsure as to what sunlight tastes like.

Abuelo stands by him complaining, but all R-01 hears is static.

And then there’s a rough hand yanking him to his feet and dragging him back into the facility. Apparently, according to Abuelo, someone has managed to sneak into the facility.)

But it’s fine, really. Roier doesn’t need to remember his past to know who he is, and he knows who he is. He’s Roier! He likes tacos and kissing men.

In his sleep, Cellbit rolls onto his side and latches a clingy arm over Roier’s waist. He snuggles close, face burying itself in Roier’s shoulder with a pleased little ‘Mrrp!’ noise. His tail brushes against Roier’s thigh just once before settling down.

Roier smiles into the night. There are dark circles under his eyes and a sick feeling in his stomach and a gnawing something in the back of his mind.

He can’t sleep. Which is kinda funny, really, considering he’s usually the one asleep clinging to his overworking husband.

(R-01 stays in his cell for days listening for the jingle of Abuelo’s keys, but all he hears is the familiar screaming of the duck in the room next door. Must be her feathers again.

With a sigh, R-01 paces to the other side of his cell. She’s loud!

That’s when he hears it: a soft sobbing from the cell next to Roier’s. Not the duck, she’s loud. This is quiet, and there isn’t any quacking.

R-01 gasps. Someone new!

“Hola?” he dares whisper, not too loud ‘cause he doesn’t want to get in trouble, but he doesn’t like crying. It’s illegal. Abuelo doesn’t like it.

The crying stops. Then something taps at the wall right next to Roier’s ear. Another tap, and another, and it’s code, right? It has to be!

R-01 isn’t very smart, Abuelo tells him this every time they do their lessons, but he’s got this! If it’ll keep his new neighbor from crying and getting in trouble, he’ll solve this… this enigma!)

Richarlyson is with Bad again, and Pepito is staying with Quackity again, and Cellbit is asleep. So it’s just Roier and his thoughts and the distinct lack thereof that he’s trying to find somewhere in the mess that is his silly goofy little brain.

“You’re thinking,” Cellbit suddenly grumbles, jolting Roier from his thoughts (and the distinct lack thereof.) His voice is thick with sleep. Adorable. “Stop thinking. That’s my job.”

“What? You? Thinking? No way.”

Roier shifts in bed until he’s on his side facing Cellbit. Cellbit moves with him, pulling him fully into his arms and melting as Roier’s fingers find their ways to the hair at the base of his ears.

“Go back to sleep, gatinho,” Roier says.

Cellbit purrs at him in mild disagreement.

“What’s wrong?” Cellbit asks. He’s only halfway awake, but at least he cares.

(R-01 slowly manages to figure it out. He uses his mandatory arts and crafts time with Abuelo practicing his alphabet with colorful finger paints that make Abuelo sneer in disgust every time R-01 uses them on his own face.

His neighbor is talking to him, and it’s a secret. R-01 is basically a spy!

Every tap is a letter, he thinks. So two taps means “B”! Easy.

So, while Abuelo is busy with the duck, R-01 sneaks to the other wall and taps out a “Hola!”

The response is immediate and a bit too fast for him to be able to get, but he hears seven taps and then one tap and that’s “G” and “A” and there’s gotta be more, right? What words start with that?

Hesitantly, R-01 taps out: “MEOW”.

The duck screams. The neighbor laughs. The guards outside start shouting and banging and shooting. Footsteps come down the hallway, and then they say, “No.”

And then it’s quiet.)

“Nothing,” Roier lies. But, well, it’s only sorta a lie, right? Nothing illegal. Marriage-illegal.

“Okay,” Cellbit simply says, and then it’s quiet.

He purrs, rusty from exhaustion.

Roier pets him idly, eyes shut tight.

“It’s just…” he slowly says, “Bagi isn’t a cat hybrid, is she?”

Cellbit’s purring stops.

(R-01 wakes up on the table this time. He screams as the bear’s scalpel cuts into the skin beneath his eye, squirming in his restraints.

“No,” the bear simply says.

It’s the mean one, the one with the knife. R-01 doesn’t like this one; it’s the one he heard outside of the cat’s room. And he hasn’t heard from the cat since.)

Roier doesn’t remember much of his childhood, but at least he remembers having a childhood. Cellbit doesn’t have that luxury. It’s kind of his whole thing at the moment, working through his assloads of trauma one tiny little baby step at a time.

All Roier knows, and all that Cellbit knows, is that Cellbit crashed onto the island with cat ears and a tail, and that Bagi is totally and entirely human.

“But maybe you just got the furry genes,” Roier suggests.

He feigns a yawn and scratches the spot between Cellbit’s ears he knows makes Cellbit turn to goo, and goo does Cellbit become.

“Guapito…” Cellbit sighs.

Roier cuts him off with a ‘Shhh.’

“In the morning,” he promises. “I promise.”

“Mmmm,” Cellbit agrees, as smart and as well-spoken as ever. “‘Kay.”

Roier smiles, more genuine, and he kisses Cellbit once before at least trying to relax. It’s fine, right?

(R-01 gets one hour of supervised outdoor time every day to keep him from getting sick.

He waits until Abuelo isn’t paying attention to stretch his hand up towards the sun.

The duck is gone. They’re still looking for her. And R-01 is still looking for the cat.

The garden is surrounded by four walls, but there’s no ceiling. Just the open air, because ducks can’t fly. No risk of escape.

But spiders can climb.

Squeezing one eye shut and sticking his tongue out in concentration, R-01 points his fingers at the top of the nearest wall like how he thinks a superhero would. Because he is a superhero now!

The web comes out as painfully as ever, but all R-01 cares about is the wind against his skin as he’s pulled out of the garden and to freedom.

Abuelo is angry and shouting down below, but who cares? R-01 is a superhero now! They made him one, and he’s got a kitty to save somewhere!)

[Cellbit’s parents used to chastise him and his sister, telling him, “Curiosity killed the cat!” But Bagi had always argued that, well, so what? They aren’t cats! They’re people!

But then the bear said the same thing as it stuck the IV in Cellbit’s arm. And Cellbit thought of the dead little girl with rabbit ears he found in the woods, and the dead little boy with the bird wings, and, at the ripe old age of eleven years old, he cried as he realized how big of a mistake he had made.]

[agatharkn3ss]

Billy's spell book

First of all, can anyone help me decipher what a couple of the handwritten words are in Billy's spell book?

The note in the middle of the left page, next to the Waning Moon says "Waxing xxxx and severely slows the spell". Maybe "deters"?

Then the note at the bottom of the page on the right is partially covered/blurry in all photos, but maybe someone can work out the missing/incorrect parts:

"A person who was bound cannot be bound again until xxxx spell can be unbound"

If this note really says that, then I would wonder why Billy would be interested in whether someone can be bound again or not?... Was he looking to bind Agatha after? Is the Witches Road just another binding spell? The whole spell text:

Release Spell [Scribble wiggle of some kind] A powerful counter to reverse a binding spell. Binding spells are frequently used to prevent another from committing harm or using magic on themselves or others. This magic also binds the two which otherwise could not be connected. A release spell is most effective when attempted during a Waning Moon. [Scribbled notes: "Waxing xxxs and severely slows the spell"; "Waning Moon 3-10 Days after Full moon"; "personal item of the bound -  perfume, or jewellery, photographs"] Materials: A personal item from the Bound A successful release spell requires an item of personal importance from the person under the binding spell. It should not be from someone recently deceased as that will corrupt the spell. Be careful not to use an item that shares energy with an additional person, or an item belonging to many. To begin, clear your mind and centre yourself. Remain calm and present, guiding your energy and spirit. Hold the personal item and pass back and forth between your two palms, focusing intently on it, seeing every detail, until you can picture it with perfect clarity in your mind’s eye. Breathing slowly and with intent, imagine your energy projected into the item with each breath. Let all sound fall away. Repeat the words: “DIMETTE EAM EX HOX CARMINE” [Scribbled notes: a drawing of the eye of the mind] As you speak, imagine dissolving the item you hold in your mind’s eye. Continue flowing your energy into the item, focusing with great detail, until the spell is broken. You’ll feel the energy shift as the spell is broken. Caution: The person formerly under the binding spell might be disoriented and blame you for the binding spell they were previously under. [Scribbled notes: a drawing of moon phases? + "A person who was bound cannot be bound again until xxxx spell can be unbound"]

General thought - Billy wasn't very good at following that spell's instructions - he pretty much broke every single one of them. He didn't even say the same words (in both ep.1 and 6 he recited "Exsolve hanc feminam defixam. Meo carmine exsolve hanc feminam defixam."). But maybe as Wiccan he doesn't actually need to follow the instructions because it's all about the intent - his powers let him do whatever he wants. And so all of this could be why Jac Schaeffer felt the need to say that "Witchcraft is murky. Witchcraft is imprecise".

But there are other elements that don't align:

Even though the instructions and scribbles focus on the moon phases, we don't even know whether he hit the correct phase timing-wise. (I couldn't find a way to work it out either - there was no moon shown in both ep.1 and 6 and no dates shown or suggested anywhere). Maybe we could assume it was the Waxing moon and that's why it took a while for Agatha to be released from it?

The spell warns against using an item that "shares energy with an additional person, or an item belonging to many." - well, the locket not only originally belonged to Evanora, but it also contains Nicky's hair (I believe this because every time Agatha focuses on the locket, Nicky's theme plays). And there could be even another layer to that, because we could assume that his hair would share energy not just with Nicky but with Rio as well. The book doesn't explain what consequences are in this case, but I do believe this rule has been thoroughly broken.

There is also the rule that the item "should not be from someone recently deceased as that will corrupt the spell" - Evanora wouldn't count as she died 350 years ago. But we still don't know how long ago they lost Nicky. Granted, at least 3 years, so would that still even be considered "recent"? It would also be interesting if the item really does share energy with Rio and so will directly be connected to Death - could this rule therefore be hugely affected by that? So the spell is in fact corrupted?

We do hear Agatha still using wrong words and phrases here and there, I originally assumed it was just a malaproper trope, but could this be the effect of the corrupted spell? Similarly, it would explain why she couldn't remember Sharon's real name? (I'll get back to that later) Would anyone realise it's corrupted? (I'm sure Agatha would)

So I THINK, in the true Wizard of Oz style, Agatha actually has her magic powers in her. Wanda didn't take it all, but because the release spell is corrupted, it will take her a while for the spell to completely disappear and for her to access them. Unless...

And this brings me back to the original notion that I think the Witches Road could be just another binding spell. Whether Billy fully realises this, I'm not sure. Maybe he fully believes this is the Witches Road, but when he was casting the "release spell" on Agatha, his intent did more than he bargained for? Maybe this is more controlled by William Kaplan who is still in there, somehow? Why make a note about whether someone could be bound again?

Agatha seems to be able to pick up these details - when Billy says in ep.3 that the road is exactly how he imagined, she responds weirdly "it suits you". She also points to her environment when she says in ep. 6 that he really is a Maximoff, otherwise "all this wouldn't be as dramatic". Not to mention she does not seem to recognise this Road and its trials. (though I believe this is because she has never actually been on the Witches Road. She just happily perpetuates the myth to find naive witches to syphon powers from)

Now this last bit is one I am less sure about. It's a niggling thought about how jarring the inconsistencies of ep.5 are... But still, I'd like to have this as a thought exercise...

So, what happens when Billy loses the spell book? We get this odd-feeling "spirit" trial. Many have written plenty about how inconsistent it was compared to the previous trials. So I won't dwell on that. BUT I will point out two small continuity errors that I haven't seen anyone discuss:

Sharon's full correct name was never revealed to the coven. They all knew her as Sharon Hart. Agatha not only never seemed to actually pay attention and acknowledge Sharon's surname but she always interrupted just at the right time so Sharon never said her actual surname in front of other witches. They called her either Sharon or Mrs Hart, always. And Agatha didn't even seem to realise the "Sharon" name - as highlighted at the end of ep.3. So it's odd that when she trolls the coven at the ouija board, although the board says Mrs Hart and the coven happily use that name to talk to her and not suspect anything... then Billy corrects Lilia saying "she's Sharon Davis" and Agatha nods happily that she is indeed this "Sharon Davis". How would Billy know Sharon's real name? Why would Agatha accept that and not be confused by what he just said?

in the trial Rio's bracelets keep disappearing in different scenes around the ouija board moment. In most of the close ups she has both sets of bracelets, but in all the overhead shots she is missing one set on her right wrist (the green and yellow bands - same colours as the trolls' hair by the trial entrance). Now this COULD WELL BE that the costume department made a mistake or that Audrey lost her bracelets because she was working on multiple projects. But we know how much effort and thought they put into the settings and costumes, would they really miss a crucial detail like this? (and in his posts the costume designer kept pointing out the bracelets to people because of the lesbian flag colours...)

So yeah, not really sure about this last one. Maybe it's intentional or maybe ep.5 just became too much for the producers as it was edited so much and became this 24min thing of gibberish.

[soisaidfine]

Ethel Cain: if i didn’t have such a dedicated group of people who like my music, touring would probably be 100 times worse honestly

I'm reblogging here creatospirito's post from the 'ethelcain' reddit. Interesting before the tour (The Childish Behaviour Tour)

"As Hayden's new tour kicks off in a few days, let's remember what she said at the end of her last tour. And let's be kind to her without asking too much from her on stage, as it's not her element. ♡" -Reddit Ethelcain

TUMBLR MOTHERCAIN - OCT 31ST

ANONYMOUS ASKED: do you think in an ideal world you could release an album without touring it or do you like touring until it becomes too much? is it being away from home and not having much time to create the parts you dont enjoy or is it something more than that?

MOTHERCAIN: no i hate touring. i was actually talking about this with florence (FLORENCE WELCH) last time i saw her, she was saying how some artists connect with their art on stage and others connect with it in the studio, which i thought was very interesting. i definitely only connect with it in the studio, when i’m alone and i can be intimate with it. it’s fully just a technical performance on stage. i try to hit the right notes and not look like an idiot and that’s it. i never feel anything in the music on stage which makes it harder than i think it is for artists who get that return of energy instead of just solely expending it. i want to create things in my dark room and put them out for the world to see and never have to go anywhere lol. i’m becoming more of a homebody with every passing year.

i do love my band though. all the time i spend with them is amazing, they’re some of my best friends in the whole world. they make touring worth it.

ANONYMOUS ASKED: you look so happy when you perform though and you seem like you enjoy being there seeing everyone and interacting with them.

MOTHERCAIN: i’m happy to see everyone who comes out to support us. that means a lot to me, i’m very grateful for that. in that other ask, i meant i just don’t connect with the music at all. when i have a room full of people who are all linked by the thread of my music though, that really makes the show for me. if i didn’t have such a dedicated group of people who like my music, touring would probably be 100 times worse honestly.

Video: Florence Welch (Florence and the Machine) and Ethel Cain performing Thoroughfare together, in Lisbon, September 1, 2023, Meo Kalorama Festival. By callmebyourname_ on Instagram.

[sundaereii]

critter cake problems

summary : ( just a quick note you can self insert yourself as sapphire if you want !)

"Oooh aeons... what could The Genius Society member #81 Madam Ruan Mei want you for today. ?"

"Hmm.....I have checked around all the areas in the Space Station except for the Supply Zone, perhaps those Critter Cakes must've headed there. ?" Sapphire crosses their arms and puts on a thinking pose with their hand under their chin, skimming through any information about the critter cakes to figure out where they could've gone to until Madam Ruan Mei spoke softly and broke their huge train of thoughts.

"It might be so, if you can fetch them back for me I will reward you nicely Miss Sapphire."

Ruan Mei sits down at her table and she gazes at the strawberry decorated pastry on the plate before her, she stares blankly at it yet she cant express how much she appreciates the effort put into this gift.

"Well then I'll enjoy myself to this pastry you've made for me while you search for the critter cakes Miss Sapphire."

"Alright then....Madam Ruan Mei, i'll be heading to the Supply Zone."

And with that Sapphire turns around and twists the door knob, opening the door and exiting the room. They closed the door behind them and paced towards the Supply Zone yet carefully slowing their pace as they've heard rumors that there were still some animatter legion monsters hanging around the Supply Zone attacking researchers.

Successfully they avoided any monsters except a few tiny small ones that were a thorn to their side which they destroyed and they stepped inside the Supply Zone.

"....hmm i should probably try speaking to them.."

Sapphire thought to themself feeling embarrassed at what they were about to do to lure in the critter cats with their call.

"Meow ,..meow~ meow ! meow meow ? meo-"

"meow~ ? hmm hahaha."

Sapphire turns around swiftly feeling embarassed that someone had caught them in such a situation only to see Asta with a big cheeky smile plastered on her face she steps forward and stops right infront of her due to her height she has to look up to speak to sapphire. Sapphire had a faint blush dusted on their cheeks from the embarrassment.

"What are you meowing for like a mad person ? Hmmm~."

Asta giggles slightly at Sapphire,to which Sapphire sighs and ends up defending themself.

"Sigh dont look so smug, I can expla-"

Asta reveals the little critter cakes behind her and they were meowing in fear probably due to unfortunate encounters with the antimatter legion monsters but they seem to have no scratches on there body so they should be fine.

"Ahaha i was joking calm down I actually found them here while searching the Supply Zone for another one of our curio researchers who got attacked here but we managed to rescue them before anything bad happened. I was actually gonna be heading back to bring these cats back to Madam Ruan Mei."

"Hmph.."

Sapphire grumbled and walked towards Asta, kneeled down and scooped up the little critter cakes into their arms. They all meowed in unity, Asta smiled softly as her gaze softened and she remembers something.

"Meow~ meow? Meow! Meow... Meow mreow meow mreow meow."

Asta nudges Sapphire with her elbow causing them to face Asta who was brimming with excitement.

"Hehehe~ were hanging out today remember. Im free today so meet me at my usual spot you know where to find me. !"

"Yeah yeah i'll see you soon then Asta."

Sapphire winks at Asta before both of them to their own ways,Sapphire glances back to see Asta heading towards the Master Control Zone.

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the clock ticks and Sapphire hasnt yet returned from the Storage Room.

Ruan mei picks up the spoon and scoops out a bite sized portion of the pastry that was adorned and filled with strawberry, she opens her mouth and places the pastry on her tongue and closed her mouth, the flavours all melting together on her tongue. The sweetness from the pastry and the slight hint of sourness from the strawberry and vanilla cream mixed in with the strawberry filling it all created a pleasing taste for her, seems like Sapphire managed to capture what she really likes in her mouth. she eats the rest of the pastry and the remaining 2 extra sliced strawberries on the plate and after a while the door opens and Sapphire closes the door with her leg.  They slowly drops the critter cake cats carefully one by one as they meow in a cheerful tone.

"you've returned. I just finished the pastry you've made for me and im quite impressed on your skills, the right amount of sweetness and a slight tinge of sourness mixing them together in this beautifully crafted pastry. you have my thanks Sapphire."

Ruan Mei picks up the small handkerchief and wipes away any small pastry bits near her lips, Sapphire keeps her eyes on Ruan mei staring at her.

"i am quite glad you've enjoyed the gift Madam Ruan Mei. Thank you for such high praise."

Sapphire smiles softly filled with joy as they gently places a hand over her chest, standing in a relaxed stance as they glance at Ruan Mei, they cant help but feel this strange burning feeling in their chest when near Madam Ruan Mei.

The small critter cakes jump away to another room as Ruan Mei stands up from her seat and approaches Sapphire slowly, she raises her hand and places her two fingers on the side of Sapphire's neck examining her then she moves the two fingers under Sapphire's chin before moving her hand and rubbing her thumb and index finger together which causes tiny stardust particles to appear as Ruan Mei puts a hand under her elbow as her left hand remains under her chin she smiles slightly. Sapphire blushes slightly from this act.

"As for your rewards sapphire...I do hope you'll find youself liking it more than i do."

sapphire waits curiously as to what Madam Ruan Mei could've had for them as a reward.

Ruan Mei gently grabbed Sapphire's face and bought it closer to hers,keeping eye contact and took out what seems to be a petal designed earring and hairclip, with one hand squishing Sapphire's face gently the other replaces Sapphire's earring with the new petal ones Ruan Mei designed by herself and she lets go of her soft grip on sapphire's face and places the new hairclip on sapphire's hair. Ruan mei stared at her right hand which holds sapphire's old pearl earrings.

"...." "...."

there was an awkward long silence between the two of them so sapphire decides to slice it.

"M-Madam ruan mei?." "Ruan mei." "Ruan mei...t-thank you." "Hmm." Ruan Mei nods as she lets go of sapphire's hair,handing Sapphire their old earrings and stepping back a bit. Sapphire's phone rings and its a call from Asta.

"Ah- i'll have to sadly leave i have to meet up with Asta."

"May we meet again Sapphire."

Sapphire waves goodbye to Ruan Mei and she returns back the wave and Sapphire leaves Ruan Mei's office.

aurhor note : haii this is my first time ever writing something like this especially since its oc x canon but you can reader insert in since the whole fic is gender neutral :3 you can follow me on twitter @/fishyumii_ and on ao3 too !

im very active one twitter and friendly ! Do boost this post :3

[zahri-melitor]

Newish Comics (22 January 2025)

It’s Black Canary week, so I’ll be buying that, but it’s not on the shelves yet. Here’s everything else.

Absolute Wonder Woman #3: Stunning. Gorgeous. The reason for Diana’s tattoos becomes clear. Diana’s internal strength and kindness for others comes through so clearly in this title (the way she talks to Pegasus as she sends him away. Her explanation to the news crew of what she does and does not want them to film).

But I am a simple person, and Barbara Minerva running straight onto the page and immediately crashing in Diana for a clinch meet cute? Followed by bestowing the name Wonder Woman on Diana, referencing the Amazons? Ahhhh. That’s lesbian vibes I expect from a Wonder Woman title.

Action Comics #1081: and we wrap up the 12 weekly run. Personally I thought Waid resolved the ‘recapture everyone’ part a BIT pat, but he used the rest of the story space for the story he wanted to tell, rather than big dramatics of tracking everyone down. I am interested in the interaction of the timing of this story with JLU, because Waid’s writing both and I’m trying to work out the details of what he does have in and out of J’onn’s power set right now.

The Tamaki story felt whole and complete, in how it wrapped up. I think I want to reread this one separately when they put it out in trade, because I want to see how the web builds up and admire all the early references. I’m excited for when they get around to slotting the new Supergirl title into the lineup.

Batman: The Brave and the Bold #20: and we wrap up this title. In terms of story in this issue, the Maxine one was clearly the best. I didn’t mind the tattoo story but it hmmm needed something extra in the framing. Felt not quite polished for the point they wanted to make.

Overall in terms of book as a run: I’ve never really shifted from my initial impression, which was that it was caught in a difficult tension between being a book with Batman in the title and how much of a wider anthology it wanted to be. The biggest stumble was, for me as a reader, the concentration of how often the Bat stories in an issue were led by Bruce or exclusively focused on him, with the rest of the stories in the issue being wider picks, leaving the Batfam cast high and dry, rather than giving characters without ongoings some space for a story. They managed to shift out from that to a degree by the end of the run, but the title opening with a 5 issue, 22 page per issue Batman-and-Joker flashback story really did set the tone. It gave the same ‘this should have been a mini’ vibes that Cheer and The Long Con had in Urban Legends, but for even less payoff – it’s not like selling a Batman-focused mini is hard, whereas I can see why minis about Jason Todd and COLE CASH got absorbed into a new anthology book that started in the Covid cuts and retool.

I think the best story it had overall was Pygmalion, and as cute as that was, it wasn’t nearly as essential as some of the Urban Legends stories were (Cheer, Sum of Our Parts/A Carol of Bats, and the various Duke Batman and the Outsiders stories take it to the cleaners just for starters). The other thing I am glad it did have was a concentrated Nightwing and Deadman story, which is such an obvious angle to exploit but rarely gets done. Unfortunately for me it was written by Tim Seeley, but I know a bunch of people like Seeley’s writing more than I do, so I’m sure they had a good time. I appreciated the Black and White shorts; this was a good spot to pop them in.  

I also averaged about one story per issue that I was actually hanging out to read, meaning that I spent the entire run asking myself if I should drop it next issue, and if I had been buying it I would have pretty rapidly.

Finally this is probably a me problem, but I found Simone Di Meo’s covers made it incredibly hard to tell issues apart at a glance. His art style does not translate into visually distinct covers.

Detective Comics #1092: you know what? It’s been ages since Bruce actually had a proper short term girlfriend to date in a title, between all the Bruce/Selina and the Bruce & Talia Being Very Divorced arguments. I’m actually scrambling to think of examples since Julie Madison in n52. I think he took Deb Donovan’s daughter Caroline out for dinner before Caro tragically carked it?

So, good job, Tom Taylor. You’re simultaneously setting up a convenient excuse to point to over Bruce’s aging slowing AND we’ve got Bruce dating a civilian.

(Now all we need is the Azrael link in this plot to get followed up on)

The Flash #16: the dog (Foxy) is Dawn Summers ahahahahahaha. Perfect. I’ve already gleefully yelled about what the title is doing about Skartaris, but it looks like it’s doing something interesting with Travis Morgan on top of how it’s specifically shaking down the various West family members’ power sets. (I also need to stop mentally referring to Wade as Jack-Jack, but it’s getting hard)

Green Arrow #19: I have to say, Ollie, since when did you suddenly decide that secret identities matter again? Your entire family haven’t seriously cared about that outside of occasional editorially mandated attempts for at LEAST 40 years at this point.

(I will however note that the modern option of the ‘cover your nose and mouth with a buff’ style of mask does actually address the hoary old joke of ‘everyone knows because of your facial hair, Ollie’. Smart call)

Justice League Unlimited #2: In terms of the Justice League as a property, it’s actually hugely compelling that we’re going for a J’onn focused plot in the opening arc, because if there’s a character for whom Justice League is THEIR primary title, it’s J’onn. A good call from Waid.

Metamorpho: The Element Man #1: oh Ewing and Lieber went REALLY old school with this and it’s pure Silver Age nostalgia. I’m not going to continue with this, but if you’re a fan of modern tribute comics to the Silver Age like Superman’s Pal Jimmy Olsen, it might be worth trying.

The Warlord #82: this week we are again barely in Skartaris - we catch up with Tara for Tara to miss Travis for a moment - but then we’re back to the future in the 24th century, where following a nuclear attack there’s been a military dictatorship imposed on America and basically all civilians have been enslaved. Travis Morgan, being Travis, is outraged that such a thing could ever happen in the United States and foments a slave rebellion.

(The remaining population of the US is small enough that apparently the President just stands around watching slaves work. There might be all of 300 people or so in America)

[peppymintdreams]

PEPPYYYY.... I got a question.... is it PAWsible... to make one where the saku boys encounter a WIZARD and turn into cats? :3

(idk if uve done this one already but oh well! 🤷‍♀️)

PENELOPEEE.. yes my child it is “PAWsible”

Mint-fact I have actually multiple scrapped fanfics of the sakuboys as cats most of them being Luca as that was back when I was a Luca fanatic

Paws and Claws

Oh no your boyfriends or husband in Luca’s case have turned into adorable little kitties what will you do 😱

Luca

There’s a difference between loving cats and becoming a cat

Luca set out for a walk, Mocha trailing behind him, curious about the scents of the world beyond their apartment. He wasn’t expecting much—just a nice, peaceful stroll through the park, maybe some light shopping on the way back, or a stop at their favorite coffee shop.

But nothing about the day would be ordinary.

Luca had wandered farther than usual, deep into a part of the park he hadn’t explored before. The trees here were dense, and the path winding through them was less maintained, as though it had been forgotten. It wasn’t quite spooky, but there was something off about it—an odd stillness that made Luca uneasy. Mocha, for once, wasn’t bounding ahead, sticking close to Luca’s side as he took tentative steps.

“Hmm,” Luca mumbled to himself, glancing around. “I don’t think I’ve been here before.”

He kept walking, drawn by the curiosity that seemed to tug at him. It wasn’t long before he came upon a small clearing, where an old man in a long, tattered robe stood by a large, ancient-looking tree. His eyes, a vibrant green, were focused on Luca in a way that made him freeze in his tracks.

“Hello,” the old man said, his voice oddly soft. “I’ve been expecting you.”

Luca blinked. “What? Um, I think you’ve got the wrong person…”

The man smiled warmly, though there was something peculiar about his expression. “Oh, not at all. You’ve been wandering, haven’t you? Well, I have something special for you.”

Before Luca could even protest, the wizard raised a hand and muttered something under his breath. Luca felt a sudden, sharp tug in his chest, like a force had gripped him from within. He gasped, eyes widening as his body began to shrink. His limbs shortened, fur sprouted across his skin, and his balance was lost as he crashed to the ground, no longer standing on two feet, but on four.

His entire form had transformed into that of a small, fluffy black cat, the sound of his surprised meow echoing in the clearing.

Luca—now a cat—stared up at the wizard in horror. His mind raced, but his new feline body wasn’t responding the way he wanted. All that came out of his mouth were confused, indignant yowls.

“W-Wait, what did you do to me?!” Luca’s voice—now a shrill, annoyed meow—echoed in his mind. “Why am I a cat?!”

The wizard chuckled, seemingly amused by Luca’s reaction. “Ah, no need to worry. You’re simply a cat for now. It’s not permanent. Consider it a little lesson in perspective. Sometimes, one must see the world from a different angle.”

Luca’s eyes narrowed, his feline ears flattening against his head. “This is not funny. Change me back right now!”

The old man chuckled again, waving his hand dismissively. “In due time, in due time. Enjoy your new form while it lasts, little one. You’ll find it’s not as bad as you think.”

The wizard began to fade from view, disappearing into the air like mist in the morning sunlight, leaving Luca alone in the clearing with nothing but his newfound feline form—and the very real frustration bubbling within him.

Luca—still reeling—attempted to stand up on his four little paws. His balance was off, and he tumbled forward, landing face-first into the grass. He let out another annoyed yowl, his tail swishing in irritation. “This is so embarrassing…”

The worst part was Mocha, who had been suspiciously quiet until now. Luca glanced over and saw her, sitting nearby, her wide eyes trained on him. “Mocha…” Luca whimpered, his voice coming out as an exaggerated meow.

The kitten blinked, cocking her head to the side. Then, to Luca’s horror, she began to approach him, sniffing him as though he were some kind of toy or an unfamiliar animal. The fact that she seemed more curious about him than he did about his own transformation sent a pang of discomfort through Luca’s cat-shaped chest.

“This is so wrong,” Luca groaned internally.

He tried again to walk, this time a little more cautiously. His little paws scrabbled at the ground as he gained some balance, finally managing to take a few steps. His tail flicked wildly behind him, betraying his frustration.

Luca didn’t know how long he would be stuck like this, or if he’d even get back to his usual form. He was more than ready to find a way to reverse this strange, magical curse—but first, he had to survive the humiliation of being a cat for the time being.

After a few awkward steps, Luca sat down in the middle of the clearing, his tail curled protectively around his tiny paws. He wasn’t sure if he could trust the wizard’s words—that it wouldn’t be permanent—but for now, he could only hope he’d be able to figure something out.

Back at the apartment, MC was just finishing a call when they heard a scratching at the door. They opened it and were met with the sight of Mocha, who immediately bolted inside, tail high and proud.

But Luca—well, Luca had followed her, though much more slowly, now in his small feline form. MC froze, blinking in confusion as the black cat sat at their feet and gave them an almost indignant stare.

“You… you’re Luca?” MC asked, kneeling down in surprise.

Luca—still a cat—gave a disgruntled meow, rubbing his face against MC’s leg as if to say, “Yes, I’m Luca, and yes, this is happening.”

MC chuckled softly, scooping him up. “You’re not going to believe this, but I think you make a pretty cute cat.”

Luca growled in response, his tiny body wiggling in MC’s arms. “I’ll never forgive that wizard for this…”

But even in his frustration, MC couldn’t help but laugh. “Don’t worry, Luca. We’ll figure this out. But for now… you look adorable.”

Luca huffed in response, curling up against MC’s chest, realizing that perhaps—just perhaps—being a cat wasn’t the worst thing that could have happened.

But he would still never admit that.

For now, Luca’s day would be spent getting used to being small and fluffy and enjoying getting a lot of pets and pampering from his lovely partner

Isaac

Isaac prided himself on being unshakable, a fortress of composure even in the most bizarre situations. But standing in the middle of a forest clearing, staring down a self-proclaimed wizard with a crooked staff and glittering robes, he felt his patience—already thin—begin to snap.

"I’ll say this once," Isaac growled, his tone sharp as steel. "Hand over what you’ve taken from my client, or I’ll make sure this conversation ends very differently for you."

The wizard merely smirked, swirling his staff in an exaggerated arc. "Oh, but where’s the fun in surrendering, hmm? You have the air of a man who doesn’t know his place. Perhaps a lesson in humility is in order."

Isaac’s jaw tightened. "Don’t waste my time with theatrics."

The wizard chuckled darkly, muttering a string of incantations under his breath. Before Isaac could lunge forward, a burst of shimmering light enveloped him, blinding and disorienting.

When the glow faded, Isaac blinked—or tried to. Something felt... off. He looked down, expecting to see his hands gripping the hem of his coat. Instead, he saw paws. Small, jet-black paws.

A low growl escaped him—or at least, he intended to growl. What came out instead was an irritated mrrroww.

"Much better," the wizard mused, crouching to meet Isaac’s narrowed, feline glare. "A sleek, formidable creature, but utterly powerless. Fitting, wouldn’t you say?"

Isaac’s tail lashed involuntarily as rage boiled in his chest. Powerless? He would show this fool just how wrong he was.

The wizard straightened, dusting off his robes. "Don’t worry, little one. The spell will wear off... eventually. Until then, consider it a chance to reflect on your arrogance." With a final swirl of his staff, he vanished, leaving nothing but the faint scent of ozone behind.

Isaac stared at the spot where the wizard had stood, his sharp feline mind racing.

Hours later, the front door of his home creaked open, and Pickle’s voice rang out from the entryway.

"Isaac? You’re home early—"

Their words trailed off as they spotted the sleek black cat sitting stiffly in the middle of the living room, its emerald eyes uncomfortably familiar.

"...Isaac?" they ventured cautiously, crouching to meet the cat’s gaze.

Isaac gave a pointed mrrrow, his tail flicking in what he hoped conveyed exasperation.

Pickle stared for a moment before realization dawned. "Oh my god," they whispered, a hand flying to their mouth. "You’re... you’re a cat?"

The glare Isaac shot them could have leveled mountains.

Despite the absurdity of the situation, Pickle couldn’t suppress a small laugh. "Well, I guess the wizard wasn’t bluffing."

Isaac padded over to them, his movements sharp and deliberate, and batted at their shin with his paw, a silent do something about this.

"Alright, alright," Pickle said, holding up their hands. "Let me see if I can find a counterspell or something. But, uh..." They hesitated, a mischievous grin creeping across their face. "You are kind of cute like this."

Isaac’s ears flattened against his head, his tail whipping behind him like a storm.

"I’m kidding!" Pickle said quickly, though the amused glint in their eyes betrayed them. "Okay, serious mode. Let’s figure this out."

Over the next several hours, Isaac endured what he would later describe as the single most humiliating experience of his life.

Pickle, despite their best intentions, couldn’t resist cooing over his soft fur and scratching behind his ears—something he discovered, to his dismay, was irritatingly pleasant.

When they finally found a spellbook hidden deep in the Rhoades library and began flipping through pages, Isaac leaped onto the table beside them, peering at the text with laser focus.

"You know," Pickle said as they worked, "I’m starting to think you might actually enjoy being a cat. You’re all broody and mysterious—kind of suits you."

Isaac swatted at their hand, his claws sheathed but his message clear: Don’t push it.

After what felt like an eternity, Pickle finally found the reversal incantation. They recited the words carefully, their voice steady, and another burst of light enveloped the room.

When the glow faded, Isaac stood in his human form once more, his expression as composed as ever—save for the faint twitch of his jaw.

Pickle grinned up at him, unabashed. "Welcome back. How do you feel?"

Isaac adjusted his coat, his emerald eyes locking onto theirs. "Like I’m never letting you call me ‘cute’ again."

Pickle laughed, but the sound faltered under the weight of his intense gaze.

“Thank you,” he said quietly, his voice low and sincere. “You didn’t have to go through all that trouble for me.”

Pickle tilted their head. “Of course I did. I’m not leaving you stuck as a cat forever. Besides...” Their grin returned. “Who else is going to make fun of you for this later?”

A rare smirk curved Isaac’s lips. “I’ll remember that.”

Pickle’s laughter rang out again, and for the first time since the strange ordeal began, Isaac allowed himself to relax.

"Next time," he said, his tone dry but tinged with amusement, "remind me to stay far away from wizards."

Andrew

Andrew glared at the wizard—or at least, he tried to. It was difficult to look menacing when you were a cat. A sleek golden brown cat, no less, with bright green eyes and a tail that twitched with irritation.

“This is absurd,” he hissed.

The wizard, an older man with a beard so long it could trip him, simply chuckled as he twirled his staff. “You’ll find this... enlightening,” he said cryptically, then disappeared in a puff of smoke.

Andrew sat down on his haunches, tail flicking. Enlightening? What was this supposed to teach him—how to get fur everywhere?

“Andrew?”

He perked up at the familiar voice. Darling’s voice. Relief surged through him, but as they walked into the clearing, his stomach sank. How was he going to explain this?

“Andrew, where are you?” Darling called, glancing around.

He meowed. Loudly.

Darling froze, their eyes landing on him. “Oh. Hi, little guy. Where did you come from?”

Little guy? Andrew thought indignantly. He padded closer, weaving around their legs to get their attention.

Darling crouched down, rubbing his ears gently. He almost melted into their touch before catching himself. No. Focus. He had to get their attention, not enjoy being pet like a common house cat.

“Are you lost?” they murmured.

Andrew meowed again, this time more pointedly.

Darling tilted their head. “Huh. You remind me of someone.”

Yes, me, he thought, narrowing his eyes.

They stood, brushing dirt off their knees. “Well, I can’t leave you out here alone. Come on.”

Before he could protest—or, well, meow more aggressively—Darling scooped him up, cradling him to their chest. He stiffened at first, but the warmth of their arms and the steady rhythm of their heartbeat calmed him despite himself.

“Guess you’re coming home with me,” Darling said with a soft smile.

Back at their apartment, Andrew sat on the couch, fur bristling as Darling set down a bowl of water and some tuna.

“You must be starving,” they said.

He gave them an unimpressed look. I’m not eating tuna like some stray, he thought, though his stomach growled in betrayal.

Darling chuckled. “You’re picky, huh? Fine. I’ll get you something else later.”

As they sat beside him, flipping through their phone, Andrew took the chance to inspect himself. He licked a paw experimentally, grimacing at the instinctive motion.

“Why do you seem so... familiar?” Darling murmured, their brow furrowing as they studied him.

Andrew stared back, willing them to figure it out.

“You’ve got his eyes,” they said, more to themselves. “And that grumpy look. Are you channeling Andrew Marston or something?”

He let out a low, indignant growl.

Darling laughed. “Okay, okay. You’re cute, though. Andrew could take a few lessons from you.”

Cute? Lessons?! If he weren’t trapped as a cat, he’d have given them a lecture about how he was the one always saving the day.

As the night went on, Andrew found himself reluctantly enjoying the domesticity. Darling carried him around, scratching behind his ears, even letting him curl up in their lap while they read.

Still, he needed to fix this.

Hours later, just as Darling dozed off on the couch, the wizard reappeared with a flourish.

“Learn anything, Andrew?” he asked with a sly grin.

Andrew let out a furious yowl that woke Darling instantly.

The wizard chuckled. “Alright, alright. Back to your usual self.”

With a wave of his staff, Andrew’s body shimmered, shifting back into his human form. He stood there, arms crossed, glaring at the wizard.

Darling blinked, their eyes wide. “Andrew?! What the—”

“Long story,” he said quickly, holding up a hand. “Remind me to explain later.”

The wizard vanished again before Andrew could hurl any choice words his way, leaving him alone with Darling.

“You were the cat?” they asked, still processing.

“Yes,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “And if you tell anyone about this—”

“You purred,” they interrupted, their lips twitching.

He groaned, turning away, but they grabbed his arm, their laughter bubbling over. “No, wait! I’m kidding. Mostly.”

Andrew sighed, but when Darling pulled him into a hug, the irritation in his chest softened. He wrapped an arm around them, grateful to be himself again—though he’d never admit how much he’d enjoyed their care.

“Well,” they teased, resting their head on his shoulder, “at least now I know you can be adorable and insufferable.”

“Don’t push it,” he warned, but there was a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

Elias

Elias stormed into the safe house, slamming the door behind him. "You are not going to believe what just happened," he growled—or, rather, attempted to growl. What came out instead was a soft, unimposing meow.

Barista, lounging on the couch with a book in hand, froze mid-page turn. Slowly, they looked up, their gaze landing on the sleek black cat standing in the doorway. Its fur was shiny, its ears twitching in irritation, and its bright brown eyes were unmistakably… Elias’s.

"Elias?" Barista asked, setting the book aside.

"Yes, it’s me!" Elias snapped—or tried to. Another meow spilled out, and his tail lashed angrily. "Don’t laugh."

Barista pressed their lips together, trying very hard to obey. "What... happened?"

Elias jumped up onto the coffee table, his paws landing with a soft thud. "There was this wizard, okay? Some weirdo in a pointy hat downtown. I may or may not have insulted his robe—it looked like a cheap Halloween costume!"

Barista raised an eyebrow. "So, you insulted a wizard, and he cursed you?"

"Yes!" Elias sat down, wrapping his tail around his paws indignantly. "And then he turned me into this!" He gestured to himself with one tiny paw.

Barista bit back a laugh, their shoulders shaking. "You... you couldn’t just walk away, huh?"

"Of course not! He insulted me first!" Elias tried to puff out his chest, but the effect was entirely ruined by the way his ears flattened against his head.

Barista finally let out a snort, unable to hold it in any longer. "You’re a cat now. You’re literally a walking, talking—well, meowing—example of your own stubbornness."

"Not funny!" Elias hissed, but his voice came out as an adorable hisss!.

Barista reached out and scooped him up before he could protest. "Aw, look at you," they teased, cradling him in their arms like a baby. "You’re so fluffy!"

"Put me down!" Elias squirmed, his claws digging into Barista’s shirt.

"Nope." Barista scratched behind his ears, causing him to freeze mid-protest. His eyes fluttered shut, and a deep, involuntary purr rumbled from his chest.

"Damn it," he muttered, his voice muffled by the fur in his own tail as he tried to hide his face.

Barista smirked, walking toward the kitchen. "Don’t worry, Elias. We’ll figure out how to fix this. In the meantime, I think I have some tuna."

"If you feed me cat food, I swear I’ll—"

"You’ll what?" Barista interrupted, holding him up to meet their amused gaze. "Scratch me? Knock a glass off the counter? Face it, furball, you’re stuck like this until we find that wizard again."

Elias grumbled under his breath as Barista set him down on the counter. "This is humiliating," he said, grooming one paw with a defeated look.

Barista leaned in, giving him a playful smirk. "Don’t worry, kitty. I think you’re adorable."

Elias’s tail swished furiously, but his ears betrayed him, twitching slightly at the compliment. "I hate everything about this," he muttered, but the soft purring that followed gave him away

Xanthus

Xanthus had encountered countless strange beings in his immortal life—vampires, witches, demons—but wizards had always been an elusive lot, preferring their secluded towers and their convoluted spells. So, when one appeared in front of him during his evening stroll with a gleeful grin and a staff tipped with a swirling sapphire, he should have known something was about to go awry.

“Ah, the infamous Xanthus,” the wizard drawled, adjusting his oversized hat. His robes shimmered in hues of green and gold, catching the moonlight in a way that was far too theatrical. “I’ve heard so much about you.”

Xanthus crossed his arms, unimpressed. “Then you must know it’s unwise to stand in my way.”

The wizard’s grin widened. “Oh, I’m counting on that. Let’s see how fearsome you are... like this!”

Before Xanthus could respond, the wizard waved his staff, and a burst of shimmering blue energy enveloped him. The sensation was brief but disorienting—his vision swirled, his balance shifted, and a strange warmth spread through his body.

When the light faded, the wizard let out a triumphant laugh. “Perfect! That should temper your arrogance for a while.”

“What have you—” Xanthus began, only to stop abruptly. His voice was... wrong. Higher-pitched, soft, and—

He looked down.

Paws. Silver, velvety paws where his hands should have been. His eyes widened as he glanced at his reflection in a nearby puddle. The once-imposing vampire now stood as a sleek sparkly silver cat, his ruby red eyes the only familiar feature.

The wizard cackled. “You’re adorable! A bit of humility will do wonders for you, don’t you think?” With a wave of his hand, he vanished into the night, leaving a very unimpressed feline in his wake.

Xanthus slunk back to his home, his tail flicking irritably behind him. He pushed open the door with his head and padded into the living room, where you were curled up on the couch with a book.

You looked up at the sound of the door and froze. “Oh my god,” you whispered. “A cat?”

He hopped onto the armrest, glaring at you in what he hoped was a dignified manner.

“Where did you come from?” you asked, setting the book aside. You reached out to scratch behind his ears, and he instinctively leaned into the touch before pulling back, horrified at himself.

“Wait... you’re Xanthus?” you gasped, noticing the familiar piercing Red gaze.

He gave a low, disgruntled meow.

You stared at him for a moment before bursting into laughter. “Oh, this is amazing.”

He narrowed his eyes at you, but the effect was somewhat ruined by the fact that his tail had started swishing indignantly.

“Who did this to you?” you asked, still grinning as you scooped him up into your arms. “Wait, don’t tell me—a wizard? Classic.”

He let out a pitiful, resigned meow, which only made you laugh harder.

Over the next few days, you took great joy in teasing your feline vampire. You bought him a tiny red collar with a bell, much to his annoyance, and delighted in watching him sulk in indignation.

“Come on, you look adorable,” you teased, holding up a mirror.

He swatted it out of your hands with a well-aimed paw.

At night, he refused to sleep anywhere but on your pillow, his small form curled up next to your head. He’d occasionally nip at your fingers to remind you of who was truly in charge, though it was difficult to take him seriously when his fur was so soft.

The wizard eventually reappeared a week later, laughing at the sight of Xanthus perched on your lap like a pampered house cat.

“Well, well,” the wizard said, “it seems you’ve adapted nicely.”

Xanthus leaped down, his fur bristling as he hissed.

The wizard chuckled, waving his staff. “Fine, fine. I’ll reverse it. But next time, remember—don’t cross a wizard.”

With a swirl of light, Xanthus returned to his usual form, looming over the now-nervous wizard.

“Oh,” the wizard muttered. “Right. Forgot how tall you were.”

Xanthus grabbed him by the collar, his Ruby Red eyes glinting dangerously. “Next time,” he growled, “I won’t be so forgiving.”

The wizard gulped, vanishing with a puff of smoke.

You stifled a laugh as Xanthus turned to you, his expression dark.

“You’re never buying me a collar again,” he muttered.

“But you were so cute!” you teased, only to earn a glare that promised vengeance

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[mistressemmedi]

Also have some contacts at a team with a certain... je ne sais quoi. Pierre is definitely the higher rated one of the pair within the team and is seen as their future with WDC potential due to the qualifying pace he has and they expect him to continue to get faster as he adjusts. He's preferred by sponsors, he is preferred by Luca De Meo, and he's preferred by the staff because when he visits the factory he's very personable and takes time with them. He is the driver who came to the 'firing squad' speech De Meo delivered, and stood there and took it along with the rest of the staff. But... they're struggling to find someone who they can use to fill Esteban's seat. Pierre was a gift handed on a silver platter to them by Red Bull really, because of his situation (worst team on the grid with promotion within RB completely ruled out no matter what his results were) so of course he jumped to come to Alpine. But other interesting drivers are either already in (less dysfunctional) teams of a similar calibre, or they're aiming higher than Alpine. Esteban's unhappy with his position because favour is clearly swinging towards Pierre. He tried buying the team gifts to win them back but then Pierre took a sprint podium at Spa and a podium in Zandvoort, so that was out of the window. But Alpine can't really afford to lose him, because there's nobody looking a likely candidate for that seat. That's why we're seeing the articles about Audi right now, those are put out by Esteban's team to try and get Alpine to come to the table. And that's why Esteban was handed team orders repeatedly towards the end of the last season, because they needed to curry some favour with him.

It's a tricky situation. It's why Pierre has a soon-to-be-announced extension, because the last thing they needed was for him to pull an Alonso and leave them with the driver they don't really want and an empty seat!

Another Piasco would not be a good look for the team.

I wonder if the team is also trying to give the impression of everything being hunky dory due to the fact that so many recognizable names (athletes, actors etc) invested in Alpine. Got to keep those investors happy!

[letsmakesomeonehappytoday]

Hi! I saw that you went to the MEO Marés Vivas Festival. Do you mind sharing how was your show? If you do mind please feel free to ignore my message, I just love reading fan experiences of Louis' shows. I hope you had the best time on the show, that was an awesome setlist.

hello and thank you for asking! i'm not the best at expressing myself and my thoughts but i'll try!

first it was amazing because i went with a friend i made at my first harry show (madrid 2018) and now at every show we meet to say hi but we decided to go to this one together so that was amazing ☺️

also ornatos violeta played before louis and i love them too so that was amazing, two shows back to back that i knew all the songs by heart

but louis!!!

as soon as i saw him entering the stage i just! that's my best friend right there!! he looked so happy, energetic and talked a lot with everyone! the playlist was incredible and i was so happy he played just hold on and angels fly 😭

and everyone was so loud, i'd say it was louder than his own show in october (pessoal do norte vive as coisas com mais emoção, não é verdade?). there were these girls behind me, they were waiting for snow patrol probably and they only knew 1d songs, but throughout the show they started singing the oooohhs and started dancing, i'd say he has at least 3 more fans now

i saw someone's tags saying portugal always gets good shows from harry and louis and they are so right and i feel so lucky!

i'm just so so happy and my heart is full 💙

[wesavegotham]

Maybe some of my issues with Batman and Robin 2023 would be fixed if Williamson backed down from his refusal to use narration boxes/inner monologue (apparently he used them so much in his Flash run that he now never wants to write one ever again, at least that's what he said when Robin 2021 came out).

We would gain more insight into Bruce and Damian's heads and the plot would feel less thin because the space Simone di Meo pretty much wastes right now (his art is pretty, but many of his panels don't really serve a purpose) could be used to give the reader more information. Maybe it would also distract from the fact that conveying emotions with facial expressions is not di Meo's strong suit.

[dominadolorosa]

how can a respectable jade like yourself fall so low? i mean, youre cavorting with mutants and ferals! you couldve easily been quite comfortable with your lot in life. dont you regret it just a little bit?

R: It always begins in the middle. When I'm already ho+pelessly lo+st.

R: There's ho+wling in the wo+o+ds around me. Who+o+ping, cheering screams. Blo+o+dthirsty jo+y.

R: Have yo+u ever been hunted fo+r spo+rt? Co+nsidered a prize to be wo+n, a thing to+ be co+nquered? Even befo+re o+ur clade was built, I understo+o+d what it felt to be afraid.

R: The mo+st ho+rrible dread, kno+wing that I've lo+st them all. That they will never co+me back. That I will never be who+le ever again.

R: They say we do+n't kno+w anything. That we are wild, lo+wly, unwieldy. Is that such a bad thing to+ be? Is it wro+ng, to+ lo+ve so+ vicio+usly, so+ so+ftly, that no+thing else co+mpares?

R: My lo+t in life, in the caverns, was to+ be trapped. To+ be alo+ne. To+ never be seen, to+ be a to+o+l in so+meo+ne else's belt.

R: Yo+u're right that it is no+t co+mfo+rtable here. Where we stand. It is brutal, unkind, and deadly.

R: Do+n't mistake that fo+r meaning that the alternative is any better.

R: I will live thro+ugh my fear, o+ver and o+ver and o+ver again, fo+r the fleeting mo+ments we do+ get to+ spend to+gether.

R: I wo+uld rather die than be anywhere, with anyo+ne, live anything else than this.

R: No+w sto+p asking me abo+ut the fucking caverns.

[moistvonlipwig]

3, 12, 18, and 19 for teen wolf (no worries if you want to pass on any of them)?

3. screenshot or description of the worst take you’ve seen on tumblr

oh see now this question is impossible because teen wolf fandom is capable of producing bad takes that other fandoms can only dream of. "scott helping align a dog's broken leg in his capacity as an assistant vet tech is animal abuse." "stalia is problematic because malia is 45 in coyote years." "scott violated/raped derek" (re: a scene in which scott is forced under duress to make derek bite gerard, which derek only objected to because he did not know about scott's secret plan). "stiles is the only one who ever respected derek." "scott has been narrating the entire show to make himself look better." "deaton is shady and evil." "scott abused jackson" (a real thing someone sent to my inbox). even jeff davis got in on it with "kira's story didn't have anything left to explore." however despite stiff competition i do think we have to give this award to "scott is a werewolf colonizer" because there is something so special about accusing a mexican boy of colonizing the culture of white people who are living in california. and also because it is so so funny to say.

12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

hm. i don't know if i like any characters who are unpopular within the fandom circles i travel in. like certainly scott is unpopular with the fandom at large, we know this, but i don't travel in those circles so. idk. i guess i think victoria argent is interesting? imo after allison she's the most compelling argent. i think killing yourself rather than becoming a werewolf shows a kind of commitment to one's ideology that automatically makes a character interesting. i don't know what the popular opinion on victoria argent is but that's my take.

18. it’s absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on…

see again i could point to fandom at large for this but frankly fandom at large sleeps on anything that isn't sterek or steter so i could say anything and it would be true. so my actual answer is that i think more people should ship theo/mason. i get why sceo is popular but i don't know why thiam is so big when...thason? meo? (personally i am voting for meo as a ship name because it looks like meow. however i am willing to be overruled.)...is right there. one of my actual most unpopular opinions is idgaf about morey because i couldn't care less about corey. i don't even know that boy's last name. he's nothing to me. but theo/mason??? both of them experimented on by the dread doctors, one of them 'evil' and the other 'good' (too 'good' to be traumatized, if you ask jeff davis, which is why you should never ask jeff davis), one of them so compassionate and caring, the other callous and lacking empathy, on opposite sides of the fight, yet both bound by the same trauma, and both deep inside wanting to help? look i'm not a big m/m shipper so i'm not gonna write the fic but SOMEONE should write the fic. is what i'm saying.

19. you’re mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like…

disclaimer i am not ashamed of liking anything because, to paraphrase the great cordelia chase, shame is not something to be proud of. however i am a little mad that stiles and derek genuinely have such a fun relationship. i do actually wish they had more scenes together and i would happily watch an entire episode that was just the two of them on a buddy cop roadtrip and if people wrote more platonic fic of them with their canon personalities being forced into Situations together then i Would read it. i don't ship them because it's not my cup of tea shipping-wise and i think fanon sterek is nothing like canon sterek and is deeply uninteresting but in the year 2024 i must confess that canon stiles & derek did make some points.

[littlemisssoulful]

Dragon No. 2 (Miss Naughty)🐲💜

Miss Naughty: Siren Violet Serpent 

Type: Freshwater Serpent Dragon

Temper Level: 7

Diet: Piscivore (Eats Fishes)

Laying Eggs Amount: 4

Power: Control anyone with her enchanting voice to cause trouble

Unique Feature: Mermaid-like tail end

Height: 4.8m

Roar Description: Semi-Deep Siren’s Shriek

Location: South Forest in a Lake That’s Connected to Many River Paths

Random Fact About Her: Going in saltwater will burn her scales off.

Friends: Miss Chatterbox, Miss Sunshine, Mr. Funny, Miss Giggles, Mr. Tickle (Most of the time), Mr. Quiet (More of a one-sided relationship), and Mr. Noisy

Rivals: Miss Whoops, Mr. Rude, Mr. Stubborn, Miss Bossy, Mr. Lazy, Mr. Scatterbrain (Sometimes), and Miss Daredevil (Secretly jealous of her)

Mate: Miss Scary

Bio: Miss Naughty is a mischievous and a troublemaking Siren Violet Serpent, and she likes to play tricks on other dragons and humans. She would use her enchanting voice to command dragons and humans to do something silly or stupid, and they would get confused when they aren’t hypnotised. She’s located in the south forest of Dillydale Island, in a huge lake that’s connected to many rivers.

She can eat from freshwater fishes, particularly salmon, or freshwater jellyfish, even though that causes her to act like if she was having a sugar rush. He hunts by mimicking movements of school fishes, and lures them into her spot and feast on them.

Her resting place is at a willow tree next to the lake to sleep, and sometimes, she would sleep underwater if the weather is hot and intense. His diet is only fishes or jellyfishes. When in danger, she would attack with her powerful voice to get them to leave and forget about the previous event. Her roar is described as a shrieking siren but somewhat deeper than average.

She likes to pull tricks on humans for fun, but never does anything sinister or evil. However, many dragons would warn her to not do it as it would cause humans to go after them. However, she knows how to hypnotise them and control them. All she wanted is to have some fun and cause chaos and. She’s actually very kind to children and pregnant women.

When you gain her trust, she like you to join her quest on pranking others to build the bond, but that’s unlikely in the first place. She rarely licks humans unless they need a cheer up. If you need someone to spice the situation up with some tricks, then Miss Naughty is the right dragon for you!

BONUS: Her Song To Hypnotise Others

Latin -

Audi me

Audite mandata mea

Ego sum regina tua

Regina mali

Et ego sum sycophanta

I promitto 

Dare mercedem

Si sequeris

Ordines meos

Consilia mea

Et instructiones

English -

Hear me

Listen to my commands

I am your queen

The queen of evil

And I am a sycophant

I promise 

To give a reward

If you follow

My orders

My plans

And my instructions

I wanted to thank @dawnmist-designs for drawing him! I recommend to give them a commission art request!💖

[ri47]

<Kladenets 3 Subnet Log> [1]

[10:02] <bnkrg> are you fucking shitting me [10:02] <bnkrg> are you fucking shitting me [10:03] <bnkrg> sorry , jittering [10:05] <losen> You good? [10:12] <losen> Brandt? [10:13] <tropi> lol he died [10:14] <losen> !bnkrg [10:20] <bnkrg> im alive [10:21] <tropi> yeah it sure sounds like it [10:21] <tropi> what are you on [10:21] <losen> What did you even do? [10:22] <bnkrg> you know the stuff they pjut in the , uh [10:23] <bnkrg> implant thing . cas [10:23] <losen> The CAS? The implant? [10:23] <tropi> did you actualy fucking take somaprophen [10:23] <tropi> *someprofen [10:23] <tropi> whatever [10:23] <bnkrg> no it was uh [10:24] <bnkrg> ?perinet meo [10:24] <Perinet> β-MeO-amphetamine [10:24] <losen> You invited a fucking peri servo to the subnet?? [10:24] <losen> Do you think Oro just like... doesn't check these channels???? [10:24] <tropi> i mean i dont think he does [10:24] <tropi> but for the recrod [10:24] <tropi> it wasnt me lol [10:24] <losen> ?perinet fucking idiot [10:24] <Perinet> No matches found. Please narrow terms. [10:29] <bnkrg> hey [10:29] <bnkrg> it wasn 't me either i just like being able to use the dictionary [10:29] <miaomiao> Hey I just turned on my comlink for the first time today why is Brandt talking like he just got back from his first class ever [10:29] <bnkrg> fuck you [10:30] <miaomiao> ? [10:30] <losen> He's tweaking. [10:30] <tropi> he's tweaking [10:30] <miaomiao> Oh [10:35] <bnkrg> meo [10:35] <miaomiao> Not how it's spelled [10:35] <bnkrg> ?perinet moe [10:35] <Perinet> Moebutacillin [10:36] <miaomiao> You invited a peri servo to the subnet? [10:36] <miaomiao> Brandt you know Oro literally reads these logs [10:38] <losen> I tried to tell them that. [10:38] <tropi> it wasn't me [10:38] <bnkrg> I DIDN 'T DO IT EITHE弓。一 [10:39] <tropi> lol touchscreen comlink [10:41] <miaomiao> How much did he even take [10:42] <losen> If he got it from thr medlab it couldn't be more than like [10:42] <losen> *like [10:42] <losen> Two standard doses tops. All it'll dispense at a time, so? [10:43] <tropi> specky [10:43] <losen> Literally my job cunt [10:43] <tropi> right [11:02] <tropi> hey has anyone heard from brandt [12:26] <tropi> all right