#Beam stoat

[thatsbelievable]

[killer-outlet]

Leshy got there fursona wrong

[binomaly]

Wow can’t believe the Stoat Pope canonically blasted the First Stoats with the transgenderfication beam

[moolovesyou]

openbook | angus tully x reader

a/n: teehee. im finding new animals to compare angus to. stoat has been added to the list.

request : "so she’s staying at barton with angus, and it’s just them. he’s DOWN BAD for her and she is too but kind of secretly like she’s nonchalant about it, so he thinks it’s just one sided. and then one day they are so bored and then she goes “wanna make out?” and you can visibly see angus panicking and freaking out that his crush just asked him that."

s: you pursue an especially shy angus tully.

w: cursing, suggestive, making out, pregnancy mention

wc: 2.4k

"I suppose that just leaves you two."

Mr. Hunham crossed his arms as he glanced between the only two students left to holdover. You and a certain curly-headed human stoat.

The past few days had been spent observing Angus Tully in his natural habitat. The first day was full of newfound wonder. At first glance, his presence proved to shine a greater aura than anyone else in the room. He hadn't noticed your incessant staring. By the third day, you had managed to move from across the study room to the same table, two seats across from him.

That's when he made eye contact with you for the first time. His eyes had widened slightly when he glanced over and already saw you looking. With a ghostly pink blush, he dug his head right back into his textbook. However, you definitely took note of the stolen glances every so often.

On the fifth day, he finally spoke to you.

". . .Um. . . can you pass the green beans. . . ?"

His deep voice whispered hushed and softly into your ear. It's like he was afraid to speak; afraid that you'd be so offended at his mere existence you would smash a plate over his head. You shivered. The whisper traveled quickly through your ear canal and straight to your spine, giving you the faintest tickle in your vertebrae.

You grabbed the porcelain platter and placed it in his awaiting hand. He had flinched slightly, inhaling sharply.

"Relax. I don't bite." Your lips curved into a small smirk. One of the other boys at the table snickered at your comment.

Angus's face flushed bright red. His face looked like a Christmas store that only sold bright red baubles. He almost dropped the green beans out of utter shock. You let out a not-so-discreet snort.

Now, here you are. Just the two of you.

"Sleeping arrangements will stay the same, each in their own infirmary room. The door must stay open at all times, however. God forbid you concupiscent youth sneak behind closed doors." Mr. Hunham grimaced, face turning into the nastiest frown. He shook his head to rid the thoughts. "Don't think you're off the hook with studying."

Both you and Angus groaned in synchrony. Angus turned on his heel, immediately retreating to the study room. You followed in pursuit behind him, keeping the smallest bit of distance. Hunham had gone to get himself a mid-day drink.

You trailed your finger along the book spines. American History. Sure, whatever. You pulled the book out, craning your neck to peek over your shoulder and get the smallest look at him. Angus had already situated himself in the table closest to the fireplace. He sat hunched over, headful of hair resting on his hand.

The light from one of the windows beamed onto him. Rays of sunlight appeared tangled in his curls. He was like a book craving to be read. Just waiting for someone to crack the spine a bit.

Before you knew it, your legs had done all the thinking. You carefully waltzed over, the floor feeling like ice to your flared up passion. You plopped yourself into the seat right beside him and placed the book down in front of you.

Angus lifted his head from his hand. A once sleepy expression now turned into one of pure bewilderment. His gaze flickered, eyes scanning you from top to bottom. They lingered on certain areas.

"Hi." You said.

Angus gulped, "Hey."

"Mind if I sit here?" You furrowed your brows, opening the textbook to a random page.

"You already are." He mumbled. He cracked his knuckles anxiously. "N-Not that I have a problem with that. Not at all."

"Good." You smiled at him. He swallowed, once again. His eyes were practically bulging out of his head.

For a while, you actually studied. You paid no mind to the mind-boggled handsome deer beside you. His breathing faltered with every page you turned. It was laughable. Just then, a door creaked open.

"EXCUSE ME!" An angered voice boomed. "Don't sit beside each other!"

Hunham.

"I didn't know teen pregnancy was airborne." You quipped, scoffing at the fuming man. If this was a cartoon, Hunham would have puffs of smoke billowing out of every orifice in his face.

Angus stifled a laugh, before straightening his face at Hunham's narrowed glare.

"Separate."

You and Angus shared a glance. You didn't move a muscle. Angus shifted awkwardly in his seat. The stocky man raised a brow, mouth dropping in disbelief.

"Move away, Mr. Tully."

Angus's lips formed into a thin line. With a harsh smack, he shut the book he was reading. He hesitantly lifted himself from the chair. It skidded against the floor with a loud screech. He gave you a quick final glance. His eyes were pleading to see your face for more than just twenty minutes. An hour, hell, he'd sit there for two weeks staring at your blank expression. He blinked away the puppy dog stare and shimmied over to a table in the farthest corner.

Thanks, Mr. Hunham.

The rest of the day blurred past. All that heavy tension had proved to be a terrible prescription for you; as it didn't allow you to think straight. You sat across from Angus during dinner, allowing you to tap and tease him with your foot. He nearly choked on his potatoes.

It was now past curfew. Every night, an hour or so after curfew, Hunham would pass through the infirmary for a quick bed check before going to bed. You couldn't sleep. You didn't know why exactly. But, it felt like you were waiting for something. An opportunity was on the line. Angus was less than 20 feet away from you. There wasn't even a door separating you. Hunham was on the complete other side of the wing. How could you pass this up? The night sky had finally answered you and the stars aligned; and they formed a bright white arrow pointing into Angus's room.

There it was. The small pitter-patter of Hunham's footsteps. You shut your eyes, trying to appear as deep into slumber as possible. The floorboards creaked underneath him as he stepped closer. He stopped, right around where the door must be. Silence. Did he even breathe?

A couple more seconds passed. And then; pitter-patter. All the way down the hall, until it disappeared into a room and behind a shut door.

You almost threw yourself out the window with how quickly you shot up from the bed. Your toes tapped against the cold wooden floor. It dissipated any tiredness within your body. You stood sheepishly. Moving from this room to the other was a mission. It had to be preformed like a graceful dance. Every step was important. Every step had to be meticulously calculated. Simply to make sure not a single creak or squeak blew your cover.

You tip-toed past the empty beds in your room, stopping at the doorframe. His room was a foot away from you. You could almost see the bedframes. You peeked out the room, an ominous ever-elongating hallway proving to be empty. With a few more steps, you found yourself past his open doorframe.

Oh, and how worthy it all was. Angus laid there, in his makeshift infirmary queen mattress. He faced away from you, shoulders rising with every breath he took. You were physically drawn to him, inching closer to his bed until you gently sat on the edge of the bed.

Angus shifted sides. He flipped over and faced you. His face twitched in his slumber, eyes stirring under his shut lids. You hoped he was dreaming about you.

Was it creepy to be sat staring at him? Yes. But, how could you not? He looked so peaceful. So pretty. Your gaze sketched over his features, noting every freckly spot and mole on his skin.

You reached your fingers towards his jaw, hovering just slightly above the soft skin. His stubble had grown a bit throughout the days stranded here; causing his jawline to look impossibly sharper. You don't know what you were thinking (other than 'shit, shit, shit, shit'), but you placed your thumb onto his skin. A gentle caress.

You clearly didn't plan for him to be a light sleeper, however.

Angus rustled, before fluttering his eyes open. Just like that, the sereness within him vanished.

His eyes widened and he leaned away from your touch.

"What are yo-"

You clasped your hand over his mouth. You held a finger to your mouth, signaling him to 'shut the fuck up'. His shocked expression faltered once he realized it was you. Warily, you dropped your hand.

"What are you doing awake?" Angus whispered.

"I couldn't sleep." You replied.

Or, you didn't want to sleep.

"How did you end up here?" He sat up, leaning towards you. He raised a questionable brow.

You honestly didn't have an answer.

"Would you like me to leave?" Your brows knitted together, lips curling into an offended frown.

"No, no! That's not what I mean. . ." He muttered. Even in the bare moonlight, the blush on his cheeks was bright.

"Please, stay." He whined, voice in a slightly higher pitch. You couldn't help the smirk crinkling upon your face. How could you say no to that?

"Sure." You relaxed onto the bed, leaning your back against the frame. He watched your every move. Which meant he was either completely hypnotized or trying to guess your next step. "So, why are you stuck here?"

"My mom and her boyfriend ditched me. I was supposed to be in Saint Kitts right now." He solemnly nodded, staring at you through half-lidded eyes. He rubbed his palms against his thighs. "What about you?"

You breathed out defeatedly, "Happens every winter break. Its sort of become my vacation now."

"That sucks." He mumbled.

"It's normal." You shrugged.

The conversation dissolved. The sound of the air conditioning hummed in the background. Wind howled against the windows. Angus's back cracked as he leaned back onto the bad, laying down horizontally. His legs stood bent off the bed, dangling a bit.

You laid back beside him. Your shoulders grazed each other, yet once again, neither of you budged. You turned your head to face him. His stare was fixated on the ceiling. The lights and shadows danced a helter-skelter choreography.

Your breath hitched as he turned to face you, fully laying on his side. He propped himself up on his shoulder. You were overwhelmed with adoration. Your mind wanted to keep him like this forever; picture perfect. But your body wanted to consume him in ways even abstinence couldn't hold off.

"Wanna make out?" You voiced.

Angus nearly suffocated with how long he held his breath. His jaw had dropped. Suddenly, the floor grew more interesting to him. He attempted to speak, but only muttered gibberish. After what felt like forever, you sat up and Angus mimicked your movement swiftly. He goggled at you expectantly.

"Yes or no?" You placed your hand under his stubbly chin, lifting his face closer to you.

"Yes." He gulped. He exhaled shakily against your lips.

You couldn't guess it. He was the first to lunge forward. He interlocked his lips with yours under a spell of dire neediness. His hand immediately traveled to the back of your neck, pulling you close and applying more pressure into the kiss. Cold and slim fingers which left you at a loss for thoughts. His nose nuzzled against yours. You lifted your hand to his cheek, cradling his face in your palm.

Angus swiped his tongue against your bottom lip. He wanted more. His fingers had tangled themselves in your hair, gripping hard enough to give you a jolt of satisfying pain. You smiled against his lips. You captured his lip between your teeth, biting down softly.

He pulled back. His face was flushed and adorned with pink and moist lips. His forehead rested against yours, curls tickling your skin.

"I though you said you didn't bite." Angus breathed. "Do I taste that good?"

What a flirty little fucker.

"Shut up." You snickered.

You clambered atop him, straddling his hips. A small groan escaped his mouth. His hands immediately traveled to your back. He pushed you close; chest to chest.

"You're pretty cute, Tully." You murmured close to his lips. He chased your words, neck craning up to angle his mouth against yours. ". . . and ballsy."

"You've had me worked up this whole week. Let me have this." He cupped your face within his hands.

His lips planted against yours like clockwork. Although, without the previous intense fervor. This was softer, more intimate. Your lips molded together gently. The kiss traveled all throughout your body. Your fingers and toes tingled alike. Your heart had his lip marks printed all over it. Wrinkles and cupid's bow indented and branded.

You pulled away, each of you catching your breath. That once shy, begging, baby animal expression had transformed into a lovesick daze with a shit-eating grin plastered like a cherry on top.

"You wanna go on a date? January? New year, new you. You could turn into us." You sat back up. Your hands interlocked with his, pulling him up with you.

Almost instinctively, he fit his hands onto your waist.

"I'd love to." Angus smiled. "But, we should be careful. We might be vulnerable to catching a case of the 'teen pregnancy.'"

You laughed. A little too loud. Angus covered your mouth quickly, both of your faces injected with fear. There's no way he could've heard it, right? Opposite side of the wing. That physics lesson on sound waves would've really come in handy right now if you paid attention.

A door was pulled open abruptly. Pitter patter rushed across the hall. Angus pushed you off, giving you one last swift peck, before you scurried over to your bed. You leaped onto it, covering yourself with the scratchy sheets. Your heart had pumped itself nearly to your throat.

"HEY-" Hunham cut himself off. You could only imagine the baffled look on his face. "Oh. Great, the Christmas spirits have come to visit me."

He waddled off into the hallway.

You smiled in disbelief. That worked. You felt satisfied; and giddy. You wanted to kick your feet and scream with delight. You just made out with Angus fucking Tully.

The excitement had exhausted you and you finally felt your first ounce of drowsiness. Although, you weren't opposed this time. You'd had enough time reading Angus's lips to invite some vivid imagery into your dreams. He was definitely the kind of book you wanted to read again.

[fuumiku]

Who’s taking who too lightly now? Playfighting my beloved

Rabbit Marcille and stoat Chilchuck, yay for rabbitstoat au, for no reason for funsies! This is here that I reveal humanoid monsters are my top favorite thing to draw actually. I really like centaur Marcille x satyr Chilchuck so this is kinda in the same vein~ I was gonna do weasel Chil at first but then friendo said a stoat’s personality fits him more and I said yes chief I trust you w my life. Speaking of, my own Chil stoat-sphinx design is partially inspired by said friend’s here!

Chilchuck playfighting and trying to "teach her a lesson" bc she's not taking him seriously so he pounces on her and pins her down but she's just giggling and smiling and beaming and suddenly she’s bigger too she’s not just a ball of fluff all stretched and it all makes him feel a little something. Chil wanting to get back at her for her teasing but he can’t go too hard on the threatening bc he’ll want to pounce on her one way or another if he gets too caught up in it whooops 💞 Timeless marchil staple, put that man in situations

Smaller predator x bigger prey animal is very fun, thank you lucky-fy’s dunmeshi beastars au for making me think of them that way… It adds to it I think, that sort of "well even if I do want you you’re out of reach" bc like even if the predator does manage to kill it it’d have a hard time eating it all right away and idk idk…. It’s that "No. No she’s offlimits" he says at himself bc ‘it wouldn’t work out’ even if it feels right… The sort of going against nature in both that they wouldn’t want to kill each other and that the dynamic shouldn’t be going this way around, and that despite everything pointing to how they shouldn’t be able to work out they can still make their relationship into what they want it to be. -gestures- Metaphors. Well sorta gdbdga in this AU I just think about them frolicking in the fields on sunny days then having tension once in a blue moon and that’s it lmao. "I can’t return your feelings because I’d only hurt you in the long run" "🧍‍♀️bruh be for real". Chilchuck guilt & longing meanwhile Marcille is just chilling having the time of her life, either blissfully unaware or just waiting for him to get his head out of his ass

It’s like how Chilchuck is so tall for a half-foot, within half-foot circles he has no problem being seen as very much a man and a rather well-ofd handsome one at that, but as soon as it’s with other races the dynamic is completely changed and he’s kinda stripped of that aspect of himself in social dynamics. No weasel or mouse would belittle the graveness of a stoat as a predator but wolves and foxes and hawks may laugh at them yk what I mean. Sighh sigh sigh sigh. Them. He’s her rotten soldier, her sweet cheese, her good-time boy

Making their way in the dungeon like "you see this shit Chilchuck?"

[gallusrostromegalus]

the 'Kon :)' in the list of things you're pleased about in aeiwam has be EXCITED please tell us more (if you want to)!

Soon after Masaki died, Isshin Kurosaki moved his family. It's mostly because the original clinic didn't feel haunted- if Masaki's spirit were still here, Isshin would know what to do, but instead he felt like his heels were dogged by the hole where she used to be.

It didn't hurt that the new place was larger, in a better school district, and closer to his friend Ryukken. He's almost feeling cheerful about the new place when Ichigo runs up the stairs and from room to room before calling dibs on one, because he's a big kid now and doesn't want to sleep where he has to listen to his dad snoring all night >:(.

Isshin felt slightly less cheerful when he looked out the big window in Ichigo's room to determine if he needs to put up some child safety grates, and realized their new neighbor was a taxidermist.

"I feel like it gives them a sort of dignity- A Life After Life, if you will." she said when he went by to make sure his neighbor was only eccentric and not something out of a horror movie. He wasn't entirely sure which, actually- Ms. Tanaka was an octogenarian with skin like tissue paper and a back like a question mark, but her living room was a veritable zoo of reconstituted animals, many of them former pets, if the number of domestic cats was anything to go by.

"Oh. Yeah!" Isshin grinned, terrified, and was struck by the idea of some goon in the 12th division slavering in the afterlife, desperate for her to shuffle off the mortal coil and bring her undoubted skills with dead bodies to R&D. "We've always been very spiritual people."

(Continued under the readmore)

"Oh, just like the nice young man who used to live in your house!" said Ms. Tanaka, sitting down in her armchair that was adorned by an ostentatious past-tense peacock perched on the back. "Odd fellow. Worked nights, spoke like he was born in the Sengoku Era or something, but very nice."

"He's BEAUTIFUL!" said Ichigo, staring in awe at an enormous Ginger Tabby Cat by the window, mounted in repose on a emerald velvet cat bed. Ms. Tanaka had done an excellent job conveying a sense of benevolent egotism on his whiskered face, but Ichigo's growing fascination with the Macabre was beginning to worry his father- Ichigo had seen the taxidermy stoat in the back window and INSISTED on coming along.

"Isn't he?" beamed Ms. Tanaka. "His name is Bostov! He was my very best friend for many years."

"Wow! Can I pet him?" Ichigo asked, eyes wide with delight.

"Ichigo, that's uh- that's not a real kitty-" Isshin began to sputter.

"Of course he's a real kitty!" Ms. Tanaka laughed, a noise like an ungreased gate. "You can pet him if you're very gentle." Ichigo stroked the deceased animal with exceptional delicacy for an overexcited Kindergartner. "He's so soft!" he gasped.

"Do you like him?" asked Ms. Tanaka.

"I LOVE HIM!" Said Ichigo, cheeks flushed and eyes bright for the first time in months now. Perhaps having a distant relative of the Addams family for a neighbor isn't so bad, if her creepy hobby cheers Ichigo up... Isshin sighed.

"In that case, why don't you take him home with you?" Smiled Ms. Tanaka. "I'm sure he'll be a good friend to you too."

"UH." Isshin blurted out, nearly spilling his tea on a flock of quail under the side-table.

"I have SO MANY friends in my home with me- it's bordering on a fire hazard!" Ms. Tanaka chuckled. "I'd be delighted to send him to a home where he'll be loved. Please- consider him my housewarming present!"

"CAN WE? CAN WE TAKE HIM HOME? PLEASE DAD??PLEEEEEEEASE-!!" Ichigo asked, stars in his eyes.

Isshin froze, horrified at the prospect of having... That. In his house. Watching him. ...and at the same time, completely unwilling to dash his little boy's dreams.

"yEaH oKaY." Isshin grimaced, soaked in a cold sweat.

*****

Bostov The Former Cat was bad enough, but at least the taxidermy beast 'lived' on Ichigo's bedroom dresser and not down in the living room where Isshin would have to look at it's green glass eyes, which seemed to follow him around the room. It wasn't right having a hollow thing in the house like that- any wandering spirit could decide to climb in there! He resolved to have it warded, but Kisuke said he was on a trip to the Caribbean for "Botanical Research" , and wouldn't be back until "After the Big Holiday on the 20th". Isshin hung up the phone, groaned and rubbed his face. It was fairly late, and he was still at the kitchen table, going through all of the licensing paperwork to get the clinic up and running.

"Hey Dad?" Ichigo asked, holding up a small plastic toy. "What's 'Soul Candy'?"

"Soul Cand-?" Isshin frowned, turned to look at the toy and nearly jumped out of his skin, swiping it away from the boy. "WHERE DID YOU FIND THIS? DID YOU EAT ANY??"

"...it was upstairs, in the back of my closet." Ichigo pouted. "-and no, I didn't eat any strange closet candy. I'm not stupid."

"Oh thank the Gods..." Isshin sighed, sitting back down at the table and shaking the small, duck-headed pill dispenser. Empty. "-I'm sorry I yelled Ichigo, but this is Very Dangerous stuff."

Ichigo arched an incredulous Eyebrow at him. "Really? Is this the same kind of dangerous that the half my Halloween candy you confiscated and ate was?"

"Ah- well. No. That was Dad Tax. This is actually dangerous. Here, come sit with me a minute." he pulled out the other chair at the kitchen table. "Remember how I told you about the ghost that lived in my attic when I was your age?"

"The Shinigami?" Ichigo asked.

Isshin did not *enjoy* lying to his children, but a little knowledge was a dangerous thing, and not enough even more so, so he'd concocted a little fantasy to explain why he knew all about ghosts and why the children never saw their grandparents, so he could tell them about the dangers of this world without telling them too much.

"That's right- His name was Kaien Shiba, and he was a Soul Reaper. At night, he'd turn into a ghost and leave his body behind, and go escort spirits to the afterlife or fight hollows." Isshin said. he'd named the fictional soul reaper after his favorite nephew in a fit of inspiration- he'd started telling Ichigo a tale from his days as a Shinigami one night after slightly too many drinks and had to convince Ichigo that that was only a distant acquaintance.

"...Like what killed Mom." Ichigo muttered.

"Um. Yeah." Isshin nodded.

They were silent for a moment.

"-Anyway, the way he turned into a ghost was that he'd swallow one of these little candies that would come in these tubes-" Isshin pulled the duck's head back to show Ichigo the mechanism. "-and Poof! he'd jump out of his body as a ghost so he could use magic to save people! But-there was a little soul inside the candy that would come out and take care of his body while he was away! Like a babysitter, but for his own butt! After a few hours, the little soul would stop working, and Kain would be home to climb back in."

Ichigo blinked at the mechanism, thinking. "So. There's a little person in these candies?"

"If there were any in here, yeah." Said Isshin. "They're not like. Whole people. Just little collages of behaviors and phrases. You know, like the fake voice that talks on the phone when you call to refill a prescription!" Ichigo frowned, considering something. "...There weren't any candies in this thing, were there?" Isshin asked, suspicious.

"No." Said Ichigo, frowning at him. "It'd be really lonely, being just a little soul, stuck in a candy, wouldn't it?" he asked.

"I suppose so, but I don't think the little souls are aware while they're in there. It's like being asleep for them." Isshin shrugged, lying to himself as much as his son about that.

Ichigo still frowned. "...What happens if the candy goes into a body without a soul in it? Like a dead body?" "Huh." Isshin frowned. "I dunno, actually. I guess the little soul would run around and operate it for a while, until it faded out, like it did with a normal body?"

Ichigo nodded, still preoccupied.

"Why?" Isshin tried.

"...No reason." Ichigo muttered, kicking his little feet. "Just thinking."

"Alright. Promise me if you find anything else weird or see any random candies to not touch them and tell me right away, okay?"

"Yeah okay." Ichigo nodded, only sort of paying attention. "I'm gonna go to bed. G'night dad." he muttered, getting up from the table and handing the dispenser to Isshin before giving him a quick hug and stomping up the stairs.

Isshin watched him go, aching a bit. I wondered how old he was gonna be when he started keeping secrets from me. He sighed, looking down at the Soul Candy Dispenser. Not that I'm being a Paragon of Honesty for him to follow...

---

"GIRLS? ICHIGO? HAVE ANY OF YOU SEEN MY STETHOSCOPE?" Isshin hollered, searching fruitlessly under the couch cushions.

"NO!" Hollered Karin from where she and Yuzu were playing in the small front yard.

"TRY ICHIGO'S ROOM, HE TOOK A BUNCH OF LAUNDRY UP TO SORT." called Yuzu.

"THANKS GIRLS!" he called back stomping up the stairs. Ichigo was at karate- he'd finally returned to classes, or at least, Tatsuki had finally physically dragged him back into the Dojo. "Man I hope I didn't put it through the washing machine-" he muttered, opening the door to the boy's room and started searching through the basket of laundry on his bed.

Isshin stopped, and stood up, frowning around the room. Something was off.

Ichigo was a tidy boy, somehow, and his room was usually in order save for whatever video game he had out to play and the bed he never made but... Isshin turned fully around trying to figure out what was off before his eyes finally landed on the top of the Dresser.

The Emerald Green Velvet Cat bed, home of Bostov The Cat, was empty.

"Did he take the cat out of the bed to play with?" Isshin wondered aloud, hoping that that, and not several other horrible scenarios, was what was happening. He could hear Karin and Yuzu giggling through the window, and he peeked down at them- they appeared to be having a tea party on the thin strip of grass, and the guest of honor amongst the dolls and stuffed animals was a familiar-looking ginger tabby. "Oh! The GIRLS took him out to play with." he sighed with relief, leaning against the window to watch them.

...and watch a strange man approaching down the street, who stopped at the garden fence. Isshin frowned- maybe he was just watching the girls play, in a normal, wholesome way like he was doing right now. ...or he could be taking candy out of his pocket and waving the girls to come through the gate.

Isshin jumped on the bed, tore open the window with such force it jumoed out of it's track and was halfway out to jump down at the man from the second floor when the most EXTRAORDINARY thing happened.

Bostov, Who by all accounts had been deceased for the better part of a decade and was made of little more than a skin and some glass stretched over a wood-and-cotton frame, Suddenly leapt up from his chair, claws and teeth drawn like swords and leapt upon the man, battering him visciously with a stream of einvective so foul it made Isshin's barrack-hardened linguistic sensibilities blush, before chasing him back down the street like a short, furious, ass-seeking missile.

"GIRLS!" he shouted, jumping down anyway. "-ARE YOU OKAY?"

"DON'T GET MAD AT ICHIGO OR KON!!" Shouted Yuzu, tears in her eyes.

"...ichigo or who?" Isshin blinked.

"Way to spill the beans, Yuzu." Karin groaned. "Yeah Dad, we're FINE- Kon was here, he'll beat the crap out of anything."

"Who's Kon?" Isshin repeated.

"HEY DAD." Shouted Ichigo, skidding into the garden in his karate gi, and out of breath, clutching an unconvincingly stiff Mr. Bostov under his arm. "SO. UH- WELL MR. BOSTOV CAN MOVE NOW. FOR SOME REASON."

"Uh-huh?" Isshin glared at the cat, who glanced away nervously. "Why do you think that is?"

"...it's a Christmas Miracle?" Tried Ichigo.

"Ichigo, it's fucking April." groaned Karin.

"...Passover?" tried Ichigo.

"-This wouldn't have anything to do with that Soul Candy Dispenser you found, would it?"

"uhhhhhhh..." said Ichigo. Honesty might not have been one of the boy's virtues, but at least he was a terrible liar.

"PLEASE DADDY DON'T GET ANGRY!!" Sobbed Yuzu, throwing herself around his calf and wailing. "MR. KON IS THE MOST NICEST KITTY IN THE WHOLE WORLD! HE PLAYS TEA TIME AND DRESS-UP WITH US AND TELLS JOKES AND CHASES AWAY DOGS AND SCARY MEN AND HE ALWAYS WAKES UP ICHIGO WHEN HE'S HAVING A NIGHTMARE-!"

"Yeah, actually, Kon's like. the first thing to make me laugh since. Well." Mumbled Karin, plodding over to Isshin's other leg and leaning heavily on him. "Please? he's weird, but he's a good guy."

Isshin sighed, then glared back down at the cat. "Alright. Who are you?" he demanded.

Ichigo and the formerly immobile cat glanced at each other and the feline unfolded as Ichigo set him down, shaking himself out and sitting on the walkway.

"So, uh- Hi. My name's Kon. Kon Bostov, if you wanna be formal, in honor of the beast whose body I currently inhabit." He nodded, waving a paw evocatively. "-And, uh. Well, how much do you know about the afterlife?"

"-Being from a long line of psychic mediums and prone to hauntings, my parents rented out our attic to a Shinigami when I was a child, and he told me pretty much everything." Said Isshin, and Kon winced. "So. Is 'Kon' short for 'Mod Konpaku'?"

"Ehh... well, Yeah." Kon winced. "-But hey! It wasn't my idea to be cooked up in a lab by some maniac and then put to death minutes later for something I didn't even do!" he snarled, fur bristling.

"What?" asked Karin.

"Kids I- Look, I didn't mean to lie, there just wasn't a good time to bring it up but. Technically, I'm wanted by the law. I'm an artificial soul created for battle to be put into dead bodies, but literally four and a half minutes after I woke up, the soul society- where all the Shinigami are from- condemned me to die, because they didn't like how strong some of the other Mod Souls were. I managed to roll myself off of the table and into a box of normal bodyminders to hide, Got put in a dispenser and then the shinigami that had been here accidentally left me behind." Kon explained.

"COOL!" Shouted Karin.

"NOT COOL. BAD!" Shouted Isshin. "Okay, okay I- I mean you're right, I never- I mean, the way Kaien told it, the whole Mod Soul program was pretty shady and it sounded really unfair. But why would a Shinigami just leave an important and dangerous tool lying around?"

"...I don't know how much spiritual sense you have my guy, but this town doesn't have a Hollow problem so much as the Hollowpocalylse goin' on." Kon grimaced. "-I really hope that guy's okay, he seemed pretty cool from what I could tell. I don't actually remember hearing him get called back to soul society." Kon muttered. "-Anyway, about three weeks ago, your brother found me in the dispenser in the back of his closet and put my candy body into this taxidermy cat, and I've been hanging out with the kids since then! You know, like a cat is supposed to do!"

Isshin stared blankly at Kon. The girls hugged his legs, lips wobbling, but he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, firming up his resolve- no matter how nice he seemed, a Mod Soul was a dangerous thing- and one crafty enough to live right under his nose for the better part of a month? No, absolutely n-

Isshin opened his eyes to see Ichigo had picked up Kon, cradling the cat to his tiny body, eyes wide and beginning to glisten with tears.

"...Ah. What the hell. You make the kids laugh." Isshin sighed, and all four cheered, thanking him profusely and promising to be extra-good and take good care of Kon- "But you put so much as a Whisker out of line and you're in deep trouble, got it?" Isshin leaned into the cat's face, scowling menacingly and shaking his finger at Kon.

"Understood sir!" Kon Saluted. "So when's dinner? Ichigo's been sneaking me scraps but I could really go for some chicken, or maybe ham-" he asked, tail thrashing excitedly.

"You can eat?" Isshin asked. "I thought you were all... Whatever they stuff taxidermy animals with?"

"-Might've been, but I'm all complete now? Fluff, guts, claws-the works!" Kon shrugged, hopping up on Isshin's shoulder. "-Between you an' me, I ain't even neutered! But that ain't a problem- Plenty of hot pussy around, if you know what I mean, especially that sweet little tuxedo bobtail just up the street- Me-YOW, huh?"

"Oh gods." Groaned Isshin, covering his face. "What am I letting into my house?"

"An intact male cat is called a 'Tom' Dad." Karin called over her shoulder.

"Alright Kon, a few rules- No more swearing in front of the kids, no bringing ladies around the house and for goodness sake DON'T TELL ANYONE YOU'RE HERE!" Isshin snarled at him.

"Alright, alright!" Kon sighed, rolling his eyes. "Out of curiosity though- What rank was your guy Kaien?"

"Hm?" Isshin asked.

"Only that I thought only the captains and a few lieutenants ever knew about project Spearhead." Kon glanced at Isshin, arching an orange-striped brow at him. "-funny thing, having a seated officer doing routine patrols, isn't it?"

"I dunno?" Shrugged Isshin, trying to keep his shoulders from tensing up, "-He didn't actually tell me all that much about how the soul society is governed."

"Huh." Kon nodded, smirking just a bit. "Interestin' guy, this Kaien. You should tell me about him sometime!"

"KOOOOONN!" Yuzu called. "My Dollie's shoe got under the fridge!"

"Coming Sweetie!" Kon called, jumping off Isshin's shoulder to reach his skinny little cat arm under the fridge and swat the missing accessory out from under the appliance. Yuzu applauded with delight and hugged him, laughing for the first time in ages.

Isshin watched them play for a bit and sighed. He not a bad guy, this Kon. All the same- Isshin took out his phone and dialed a number.

"~Urahara Shoten, home of Karkura Town's finest Candies, Cell Phones and Card Games! I'm on sabbatical 'til the end of the month or so, so if it's an emergency, hang up and call the Kurosaki Clinic! Or die! If it's not an emergency, leave me a message with what you need and I'll hook you up when I get back! Bye!~" Urahara's voicemail recording sing-sang over the line.

"Kisuke. It's me, Isshin. You will not fucking believe what my kids found in the new house. Call me as soon as you get back."

[supergraphicultramoderngirl]

aabria i love your mind and how it works i just googled the meanings for the names of the first stoats and sybil and.

kiran (dictator) - “beam of light”

uri (stope) - “my light, my flame”

jomei (speaker) - “spread light”

hester (silence) - “star”

sybil - “prophetess/oracle”

my fucking god. yeah that’ll do it

[wynought]

since i haven't seen it being pointed out before

all of the first stoats' names essentially mean "light"

kiran is of sanskrit origin meaning "ray of light" (and, according to wikipedia, an explicitly unisex name), uri is a hebrew name meaning "my light", hester is a variant of the name esther (of biblical/jewish origin) which comes from the same old persian root as the word "star", and, while i didn't find any particularly reliable source, various babyname websites at least seem to agree that jomei is a japanese name meaning "spread light"

additionally, their names seem to correlate with their purpose/position in last bast:

jomei is the speaker, they are in charge of propaganda - quite literally spreading the belief system and worldview of the first stoats aka the Light. it feels like this name is extremely straightforward in its meaning, but i was also unable to find much else on it, so there may be some additional hidden truth that i'm missing so far.

hester is the silence (the one with the gas mask missing their lower jaw and tongue) and their sphere of influence is secrets. now, i'm no religious scholar, and i have all of my information from quite literally the introductory paragraphs of the wikipedia article on the name esther. however, it seems that queen esther only took this name after ascending to the throne of persia to hide her true identity. this is reflected in the hebrew root of the name esther translating into "hide"/"conceal". (i am unable to provide more info on this, but anybody with a working understanding of how hebrew works and/or with more insight on the book of esther, feel free to interject/correct/add on to this)

uri is our beloved stoat pope. apparently, the name uri comes from the verb for "to shine" (to either be or to give light) and the mark of possession, resulting in the first connotation i mentioned earlier - "my light". this possessive marker, however, can also be interpreted as the name Yah which would be an abbreviation of YHWH - a marker of the divine, if you will. Therefore, Uri can also mean "Yah is my light", a very fitting name for the stoat whose department we only see called "faith".

i was unable to find a deeper meaning behind kiran's name, although to me "beam of light" feels very much like a name befitting the first stoats' leader. considering the way they commanded the wolf of theseus, it also seems to reflect the way their magic/their brand of control worked (their line of sight was part of how they controlled the wolf, indicating that was a key part of either their magic or the conditioning inflicted on the wolf - i'm partial towards the latter, considering how the wolf reacted to tula after she healed it). if anybody has anything more concrete to offer, though, i am all ears!

anyways, the first stoats' names are really cool, and we as a fandom don't talk enough about them because they died so fast. huge props to aabria for this fun bit of world building!

(disclaimer: as mentioned above, i have no background in theology or judaism, nor do i have any deeper knowledge of sanskrit, hindi, and indian mythology/folklore, nor japanese, and japanese mythology which would give me a deeper understanding of these names. my information comes from google and while i did try my best to verify the claims, i am fallible and happen to currently be very tired, so please correct me, if i made any mistakes!)

[bandnameserver]

Beam Stoat

[kits-shrine]

"Well then, I very much want to see them," she beamed.

Beaming Yurei all but scooped them both up and hurried to the ring booth. The stoat running it groaned good naturedly as he saw the large skeleton approaching "Oh nooo. Are you here to wipe out the rest of my prizes?"

[intersectionalityamazon]

Omg I haven’t finished ep5 of Burrow’s End yet but I wish that the lab stuff was a stoat beam to turn humans into stoats, because that’s the funniest solution I can think of

[endofherwildsideau]

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Her Voice by Elsa

| Animal Mode | Bioluminescent Mode | Arrival | Old-Self | Causal | War | Her weapons | Rider | Summer | Companion Pet & Spirit Sister |

Deadname: Istas Nakai

Name: Queen Juno the Arctic Alpha

Name Meaning: queen of heaven. heavenly one. Queen, goddess of heaven. youth.

Nicknames: June, Junie, juniper

Birthday: November 22

Cause of Death: Frozen to death

Age: 180 (die at the age of 16)

Species: a hybrid of Human, Winter Deity, and Snowshoe Hare.

Race: American 🇺🇲, Native American & Inuit.

Gender: Female ♀

Relationship status: Single

Sexuality: Pansexual

Role or Job: Goddess of Winter. Snowshoe Hare Alpha. Ruler of The Frostbite Tundra, and Arctic Alpha. Queen of the Arctic tribe. Nanny and child caretaker. Holder of Crown Jewel pieces. Master of Taming Arctic Animals.

Home World: Earth (Formerly) Miracle Region (Currently)

Kingdom: The Frostbite Tundra, Mount Everest, The Arctic Nest, and Snowville.

Home: Whitehaven Castle

Partner:

???

Companion Pet:

Floryn the Deer-Fox

Spirit Animal/Sibling:

Oneida the Giant Stoat (Spirit sister)

Parents:

Unnamed parents

Relative:

Jack the Jackrabbit (cousin)

Unnamed uncle

Unnamed aunt

Abilities:

Alpha Physiology

Human Physiology

Hybrid Physiology

Lagomorph Physiology

Leporid Physiology

Ally Empowerment

Animal Companionship

Animal Training Mastery

Animalistic Vocalization

Avian Companionship

Bioluminescence

Bond Empowerment

Burrowing

Ceiling Walk

Child Caretaking Mastery

Child Companionship

Companion Allegiance

Companion Connection

Creature Studies Mastery

Danger Detection

Declaration Aging

Empathic Link

Enhanced Agility

Enhanced Dexterity

Enhanced Hearing

Enhanced Leap

Enhanced Senses

Enhanced Smell

Enhanced Speed

Enhanced Stealth

Enhanced Weapon Proficiency

Expressive Ears

Eye Color Shifting

Fur Generation

Glowing Eyes - only when the power is active or glows in the dark.

Hair Color Shifting

Hair Growth

Heart Link - Only on Floryn & Oneida

Infinite Digestive System

Leadership Mastery

Management Mastery

Materialized Guardian

Mind Control - to control other arctic alphas

Mind Link - to control other arctic alphas

Mode Switching - Companion Form, Animal Mode, and Winter Mode.

Night Vision

Omnilingualism

Powerful Bite

Prehensile Tail

Prey Instinct

Protected Senses

Regeneration Healer Factor

Riders Aptitude - Only Oneida

Skin Color Shifting

Soul Link - only to

Taming

Teeth Generation

Tooth Regrowth

Unique Eye Coloration

Unique Hair Coloration

Wallrunning

Weapon Summoning

Zoolingualism

Zoological Mastery

Powers

Absolute Zero Inducement

Aerial Communication

Animal Creation

Arctic Adaptation

Arctic Creation

Arctic Lordship

Arctic Manipulation

Atmospheric Adaptation

Atmospheric Freezing

Avalanche Creation

Blizzard Creation

Cold Air Generation

Cold Air Manipulation

Cold Attacks

Cold Embodiment

Cold Empowerment

Cold Energy Manipulation

Cold Generation

Cold Immunity

Cold Manipulation

Cold Resistance

Cold Weather Manipulation

Cold Immunity

Cryokinetic Blade Construction

Cryokinetic Claws

Cryokinetic Creature Creation

Cryokinetic Invisibility

Cryokinetic Polearm Construction

Crystal Absorption

Crystal Arts

Crystal Attacks

Crystal Aura

Crystal Bow Construction

Crystal Conversion

Crystal Defense

Crystal Embodiment

Crystal Empowerment

Crystal Energy Manipulation

Crystal Exoskeleton

Crystal Generation

Crystal Magic

Crystal Manipulation

Crystal Shield Construction

Crystal Solidification

Crystal Wall Generation

Crystal Weaponry

Crystallization

Crystallokinetic Blade Construction

Crystallokinetic Combat

Crystallokinetic Constructs

Crystallokinetic Flight

Crystallokinetic Polearm Construction

Crystallokinetic Surfing

Crystallokinetically Enhanced Condition

Crystallomancy

Eternal Winter Inducement

Freezing

Frigokinetic Combat

Frigokinetic Invisibility

Frostbite

Frozen Surface

Ice Artillery

Ice Attacks

Ice Ball Projection

Ice Beam Emission

Ice Blast

Ice Bow Construction

Ice Breath

Ice Constructs

Ice Embodiment

Ice Exoskeleton

Ice Generation

Ice Immunity

Ice Impale

Ice Magic

Ice Manipulation

Ice Negation

Ice Pillar Projection

Ice Shield Construction

Ice Spike Projection

Ice Storm Creation

Ice Teleportation

Ice Transmutation

Ice Wall Generation

Ice Wave Emission

Ice Weaponry

Season Empowerment  

Snow Attacks

Snow Aura

Snow Ball Projection

Snow Defense

Snow Exoskeleton

Snow Generation

Snow Manipulation

Snow Solidification

Snow Transmutation

Shard Manipulation

Snowman Creation

Ultimate Freeze

Weather Sensing

Wind Generation

Winter Embodiment

Winter Inducement

Winter Magic

Winter Manipulation

[eagle-writes]

The first rule of electrical safety is to be yourself and have fun @supreme-leader-stoat

Ink: Diamine Moon Beam

Who wants to see how the previous owners of my house plugged in the microwave

[poeticmindsemporium]

The Coat in the Corner

On a long, narrow road that lead out of town

There stands and old public house, the old Rose and Crown

Used by many for many a year

For the genial conversation the Whisky and Beer

Old Mavis the barmaid now long past her best

Still has a great smile and rapport with each guest

Jim Inchcliff, the Landlord has seen them all come and go

Those who for years had struggled through the deep winter Snow

Just to partake a Real Ale and an old stale Pork Pie

That seemed to have been on the bar for many a blink of an eye

Old Rover, Jim’s dog, must be twenty years old or more

Who hardy ever moved seemed stuck to the floor

The old sign creaked when the strong wind did blow

What with that and the noise from the resident Black Crow

Who lived in the eaves and had nested there for years

And had seen all the comes and goings, the laughter and tears

But the strangest situation that no one could fathom out

Was in the old Snug Bar, amongst the Brown Ale and Stout

For over in the corner was an old khaki army coat

That belonged to old Barney the right reverend Stoat

Who had been Vicar of the Parish for over year’s five score and ten

Who disappeared suddenly one dark stormy night?

In the wind and the hail that gave everyone a fright

Such was its ferocity with trees falling down

Making it impossible to drive cars in or out of town

The rain was lashing, river swelled up, broke its banks

Flowing freely like water escaping from tanks

Causing a local mine to capsize underground trapping men deep below

Were they alive or dead, it was hard to know

Rescue teams worked all through the night and next day

Saving many as they could, though a few perished away

Now old Barney may have been the town vicar but unbeknown to all

Was in fact a war hero in both wars you know a man who stood tall

No stranger to danger so rushed to the Miners aid

To offer what assistance he could while the wives wept and prayed

No one realized that he had gone down with the rescue teams

As the water rushed in bringing down the large heavy beams

That propped up the pit face, to keep them safe from harm

But now was disintegrating causing great alarm

However, the rescue was completed and thankfully everyone survived

Or so everyone thought until they realized one had died

The poor vicar had given his life to help those in need

And no one ever forgot the Reverends brave deed

That is why the old coat hangs in pride of place

Over in the corner by the big fireplace

Nobody has wanted to remove it as a mark of respect for one who died

Trying to save others whose name was always talked about with pride

So if you travel to Old Romney a town of note

Always remember, never to remove that old coat

From that bar where it’s been for many a year

For it’s a sign to others of what unselfish, real heroes are so just shed a tear

[anxious-changeling]

GN Witch!Reader x Familiar!Crusaders (-Joseph)

We hope you enjoy this!!! We put a lot of love into it!

Avdol

His animal form is a Partridge Rock Chicken!

The only traits he carries from his animal form is small feathers dusting his cheekbones!

You met him while you were walking around Cairo and just happened to feel a pull towards a curtained area.

Following the pull you found yourself in front of a fortune tellers booth, a beautiful man seated behind a table.

With a kind smile he welcomed you to sit and have your fortune read, you could almost feel the electricity crackle in the air.

When he grabbed your hand it felt like lightning had struck you. You knew what he was and he knew what you were. A witch and an unbound familiar staring into one another eyes.

Still he amused you with a palm reading reading of coming good fortune and a lifetime of happiness. With a hint of mischief coloring his voice while saying the latter.

You proposed him the idea of him becoming your familiar to which he agreed after some bargaining. Such as what days he would be employed and what he could and couldn’t do!

He told you of his previous witch, a cruel woman named Enyaba, who would clip his wings so he couldn’t fly. A sad fate for such a beautiful bird.

In his chicken form he’s very cuddly and makes adorable cooing noises when you pet him.

He looks so cute when he falls asleep on your lap as you read from a grimoire you recently bought. Burrowing deeper into your warmth subconsciously as you idly fun your hand over his feathers.

He’s the perfect familiar and the perfect partner, attentive to your every need and attuned to your aura!

He’ll be your loving guardian against any spirits that may try to target you! Beings with malicious intent don’t stand a chance against him!

He specializes in fire magic and reading the auras of the world! Making him perfect for monitoring potions that are volatile!

He likes to show you all the little designs he can make with his fire magic. He loves even more the look of your face illuminated by his flames~

Has a fire elemental he calls Magicians Red that likes to follow him around! Going as far to take orders from him.

Once Magicians Red grows to like you it’ll lean down to let you sift your fingers through it soft head feathers!

Fully expect MR to join you and Avdol to cuddle! Personal furnace right there! Great in winter, intolerable in summer.

Polnareff

His animal form is a Stoat!

Carries his ears and tail from his animal form into his human form! When his hair is down it’s easier to see his ears since they aren’t covered up!

You met Polnareff while sitting in a local cafe, where he had approached you boldly to flirt. When he grabbed your hand to plant a kiss on the back, spark flew.

You could only stare in shock at one another before he grinned largely in joy! An unbound familiar finding a witch, what a lucky day!

You sat in the cafe for hours learning about one another, and eventually you extended the offer for him to become your familiar!

He accepted enthusiastically and thus you set off on your adventures!

He had a previous witch who he was bound to, known as Mariah, but she passed leaving him unbound for a long time.

He’s just as playful in his animal form as he is in human form, and enjoys rough housing with you! He likes to be tossed in the air and caught!

Likes pull pranks by hiding under furniture and farting out to nip at your ankles as you pass!

He enjoys being in contact with you someway, whether it be an arm over your shoulder or his head in your lap.

If you’ve been over working yourself on a potion he’ll whine loudly demanding your attention. He wants your attention but also knows you need a break.

He specializes in earth magic and spell casting! He is a vital help during long spell casting sessions as he helps balance you.

He’s a very affectionate and kind partner making sure to never overstep your boundaries!

Beware anything that sets its eyes upon you with malicious intent because he’ll make sure to tear them asunder.

Has a metal Gollum named Silver Chariot bound to him and it follows him everywhere, silently like a shadow.

Chariots emotions compared to humans is very muted, but if he feels affection for you he will hold onto you.

Chariot shows his affection through gifts and will often present you with flowers he’s found!

You make his bonded one happy which makes him happy! It also helps you’re kinda to him and give him gifts too! He cherishes every treasure you’ve gifted him!

Jotaro

His animal form is a Moray Eel! He’s also quite large for his species coming in at 6 feet long!

The traits he carries from his animal form are that his teeth are sharper than normal!

You met Jotaro while lazing in a secluded cove soaking in the sun. Charging a few crystals for an upcoming major spell.

You barely heard him enter but you did feel when he passed your rune barrier.

You had expected to see maybe a minor demon or a pixie, but not a hulking man who’s cold glare pierced you.

You both exchanged words as the adrenaline wore out, and you just waved him off so you could enjoy the sun without him.

He scoffed shouldering you as he walked past, electricity ran through you both. Like a live wire had hit your skin.

To be an unbound familiar this close to a witch could be dangerous when caught off guard in a secluded area.

So when Jotaro whirled around to bare his teeth at you, he was surprised to find you moving to sit back down. Didn’t you want to enslave him to you?

After a few hours of coexisting on the beach you break the ice asking questions. Sometimes he’d grunt in response or answer in rambling sentences. What an enigmatic creature.

You learned that his last witch had been a hideous woman named Midler. He had been wandering unbound for many years, ignoring every witch who begged to become bound to him.

Humming you told him that your homes open to him and left your address on the sands as you left for home. Faintly feeling blue eyes drilling into your retreating form.

Weeks later as you sat slouched over a grimoire taking notes, you heard someone pounding on your door.

When you answered the door you found yourself face to face with none other than Jotaro.

After sitting him down and going through the motions of being a host you began to talk.

He laid out his demands, days he could and couldn’t fulfill his duties, and his boundaries. You beamed at him while signing the contract agreeing to your partnership, kick starting a wonderful future!

It took a bit for mutual comfort to happen but in the end it’s well worth the wait!

Jotaro compliments your spellcasting style and is an excellent potion making assistant! Both of you taking your craft very seriously.

When your relationship takes a slow turn to partnership neither of you are surprised!

Jotaro isn’t much for outward displays but he does like to show his appreciation through gifts. He’ll drop a new griomoire he acquired in you lap saying it was an “accidental buy”.

If you’re sick he’ll call up his mother to get her soup recipes. He’ll complain as he does but you know he really doesn’t mind it.

He specializes in water magic and energy manipulation making it easier for him to control volatile spells! He’s also very proficient in drawing spell circles with near perfect precision!

Has a minor water deity named Star Platinum that always follows him around much to his annoyance.

While Jotaro isn’t affectionate Star very much is and makes up for Jotaro in that aspect!

Star will twirl you around gleefully and enjoys hanging off of you as you read or spell cast!

Both Jotaro and Star would tear apart the world with their bare hands to ensure your safety.

Kakyoin

His animal form is a Orchid Mantis!

He doesn’t retain any traits of his animal form in human form except for some pink dusted here and there!

You first met Kakyoin at your local library as you scoured the shelves for your favorite book.

As you went to grab the book a slender hand grabbed it first. Silently huffing you turned to swear at the thief but found yourself face to face with an interesting man.

He already started to walk away but you felt something pulling at your gut to stop him.

As you grabbed his wrist you felt electricity hum through you and his pupils expanded in surprise.

He tugged his hand out of your grasp and took long strides to the check out and out the door.

Well that’s one way to make an impression on a witch. You by instinct wanted to race after him but your gut anchored your feet as you watched him flee.

You didn’t run into him for many months, a careful unbound familiar who had no doubt been mistreated in the past.

You didn’t actively seek him out but it seemed that fate put its back into dragging you two together.

You found the strange man at your door one morning bloody and bruised badly. Hauling his lanky form onto your couch you got to work fixing him up.

Spell after spell you cast and even eased mild healing potions down his throat. Now all left to do was wait, so that’s what you did.

Curled up on your armchair with the newest grimoire to your collect you began reading. It took him a few hours but finally he began to stir.

He looked defensive as his purple eyes scanned your living room. Eyeing you warily as you slowly stretched from your arm chair.

As you explained what had happened and how you treated him the calmer he became. He also explained he just came to the closest house after he was attacked. A low level demon having gotten the jump on him as he slept.

You happily welcomed him to stay in your heavily warded home, which is near impossible to break into. He hesitantly took your offer and so began your journey with your new roommate!

It took months of tip toeing around one another before he finally approached you with a deal. Very clearly and sternly laying out his boundaries and expectations.

You gladly welcome his into the bond, celebrating by making a nice meal! After many years you finally had a familiar!

He helps a lot to cover the areas you lack in and help mishaps before they happen! If one side of the spell isn’t reinforced he’s there working on it! Making sure it won’t backfire in your face!

In his mantis form Kakyoin is content in just punching on you as you go about doing what you need to! He doesn’t enjoy touch as much as others but enjoys your warmth!

Enjoys looking at the outside world from his smaller perspective, behind glass and wards of course can’t have a bird snatching him!

It takes a while for Kakyoin to allow himself to court you and at first he’s very cautious. Aware of your ever movement, but as he get more comfortable he opens up more!

He enjoys holding hands with you and resting his head in your lap as you read or watch tv.

Enjoys baking for you because he’s a horrible cook. He enjoys making a great variety of desserts and you are his personal taste tester!

If you become sick he’ll show how he can make a mean chicken noodle soup from scratch. The only dish he can’t mess up when cooking!

Is a helicopter partner when you’re sick, worried if he takes his eyes off of you he’ll miss something!

He specializes in air magic and has a keen eye for plant identification! Making him useful very useful when you go foraging!

Has a bonded nature spirit named Hierophant Green that follows him wherever he goes. They’re very attached to one another.

Hierophant will be very wary of you for a long time, but as he sees that you treat Kakyoin well it’ll win his favor.

Once Hierophant becomes attached there’s letting go, he’ll follow you everywhere demanding pets.

He lets off a strangely high pitched purr when you pet him and wraps around you protectively at home.

Hierophant and Kakyoin would sacrifice the whole universe to make sure you stay safe.

Holy shit that’s.. long. We hope you enjoyed and we bid you a good morning/afternoon/evening! A lot of love went into this piece :D

[wcspingfieldclansimpsons]

"Head low to the ground, luv."

Sparkpaw lowered her head, still looking back at Silentblaze like she was going to stab her in the back. But Silentblaze hadn't hurt her yet. And honestly it was nice being taught by a strong, beautiful she-cat. Despite being attached to Capeclaw's side most of the time, Silentblaze still had her own voice, her own teeth and her own claws. She was an expert in the water and just as good on land, unlike Capeclaw who was suited mostly only to the water. From afar when she wasn't assisting Capeclaw in killing her brother, Sparkpaw kind of admired this she-cat. So when Bonecurl got injured chasing a rat for Krusty and Sycamorefall had assigned Silentblaze to her, Sparkpaw had to admit she was...sort of excited!

"That's a dear," Silentblaze said, snapping her out of her thoughts, "Now press your whole body into the ground. You want to get a springy start when you're chasing rabbits." Sparkpaw nodded and did as she was told. "Absolutely perfect, luv, you're doing great."

Sparkpaw was beaming. Bonecurl complimented her but never this much! She looked up at Silentblaze who was peering out into the grass. She smiled. "Tell me what you smell, luv."

"Oh!" Was this a test?! Sparkpaw loved tests! "I smell...let's see." She parted her jaws and inhaled. "I smell the food piles but I also smell the river patrol coming back with fish, fire in twolegplace and...rabbit! Live rabbit!" Silentblaze nodded with approval. Sparkpaw grinned up at her.

"Alrigh' then," she said, "How's about you try and catch one of them rabbits?" Sparkpaw nodded, her eyes narrowed with determination. She parted her jaws and found the rabbit's scent. Stalking forward she turned an uncertain look on Silentblaze who smiled brightly and nodded.

Sparkpaw was ready. This was her first big catch! Maybe when she was done, Silentblaze would teach her how to fish! Then she'd be good at every type of hunting! She angled her ears forward and sniffed the air. Her mouth watered as she inched forward towards the rabbit. Steps away she bunched her muscles to leap.

"YAHOO!" Sparkpaw was almost bowled over by the rabbits as they ran. She gasped, sitting up, watching her prey run away. Her eyes watered then narrowed angrily at the cat who'd sent the rabbits running. She was nose to nose with Barkpaw.

"StarClan damnit, Barkpaw look what you've done!" Applestep jumped towards Silentblaze, breathing heavy. "Sorry Silent, we were trying to hunt those rabbit too. If Barkpaw had payed attention he would have known his sister was there." Applestep's eyes narrowed to slits as Barkpaw rolled his eyes.

"It's not like there won't be anymore rabbits," he yawned.

"But those were my rabbits," Sparkpaw wailed, "I almost had them and you ruined it!" She dipped her head and sniffled but stopped when she felt a paw go around her shoulder. Silentblaze had come to stand next to her new apprentice.

"How's about you apologize?" Silentblaze sneered at Barkpaw. Barkpaw looked up at Applestep who snorted at him, waiting for his apology.

"To my sister? No way," Barkpaw growled, "Especially if you ask." He stuck his tongue out at Sparkpaw who finally started crying. Silentblaze offered her a lick on the forehead before stalking towards Barkpaw, her eyes narrowed to slits.

"I said," she growled, "Apologize." Barkpaw shook with the same fear he had when Capeclaw greeted him with his name. He looked at Sparkpaw who was hiding behind Silentblaze and then Applestep who was fighting a laugh.

"S-s-sorry!!" Barkpaw turned tail and rushed through the grass back towards he and Sparkpaw's home.

"HA!" Applestep walked up to Silentblaze's side. "You really know how to scare'em, don'tcha Silent?" She rolled her eyes. "I suppose I should go after him. See ya at Stoat's tonight! Me'nHope'll be there with bells on." Applestep dashed after Barkpaw. Sparkpaw trotted up to Silentblaze's side.

"Tha-snf-thank you," she said, "He's always so mean to me."

"Then be mean right back."

"What?"

"I said be mean right back, luv." Sparkpaw watched in wonder as Silentblaze ran her tongue over her forepaw. "You're a smart kit, Sparkpaw. A very smart kit. Might even rule the clan someday if you keep your head right."

"REALLY?!" Sparkpaw gasped. Silentblaze nodded. Sparkpaw looked at her paws sheepishly. "Can you teach me to fish?" Silentblaze chuckled.

"Alright, I say we've had enough land for now anyway," she said, "Come on. You can tell me all about that kittypet you like to listen to by the fencepost."

"Really?! Gosh." Sparkpaw followed her new mentor to the river. Maybe she'd ask Sycamorefall whether she could switch mentors for good...