#ITS AH RABIES

[blood-blindfolds-and-butterflies]

@airlocksandaviaries

I was going to rewatch 1931 Dracula again tonight and just as I turned it on a BAT started flying around at my window and wouldn’t go away and I’ve never seen a bat at my house before and let me tell you I’ve been so gay touched starved this quarantine I was about ready to risk letting a wild bat in my room if it meant it could possibly be one tall, Sexy vampire

[fixaidea]

Yaahh first round of jabs done.

[eternalgirlscout]

if you want to reblog this post, please make sure it is with the addition clarifying more accurate information about OCD

idk if this is just me but rabies is exactly like if something was made up specifically to fuck with people with OCD. you're telling me there's a disease endemic to large portions of the world that can live in my body with no symptoms for years? once symptoms start it is 100% You Die Disease? and one of its major vectors where i live is an extremely common animal with teeth so small it's possible not to even notice it bit you? surely i can get vaccinated though--ah, no, you need a "reason" or they don't give you the shot. the standard of prevention is Vigilance, Checking, and Avoiding Certain Behaviors, things that my brain is very good at doing in a healthy way, for sure. eat my ass.

[marlynnofmany]

One More Earth Animal

Since the only reason our spaceship had a cat was because I’d rescued a family of them from people who had no business keeping any animal, and since a couple of crewmates had helped in that rescue, and everyone was agreed that it was a deed well done, I was very interested when I heard that our newest courier job was transporting another rescued cat.

I was loading supplies on the far end of the ship when I got a message from the captain about this last-minute addition. I was the animal expert — from the same planet as our new cargo, no less — and she requested my presence. The extra info that the cat had been dumped on a colony world by illegal traders who hadn’t been able to sell it just made me hurry through the hallways faster.

As I entered the cargo bay, my thoughts were on whether I should have detoured to grab a medical scanner, and wondering if Telly would want to be friends with the furball in the cage. Where was that cage? Ah, over by the door next to the captain and the customer. Other crewmates were loading boxes while they talked.

“I’m glad you’re going in the right direction,” the customer said while she signed the payment tablet with several red tentacles, while waving two more for emphasis. “This isn’t the first time somebody’s dumped live cargo, and at least this time I know a guy from the right planet who’s eager for a new pet. Sounds like he misses Earth, and would be happy to have anything that reminds him of home. Oh hey, speaking of which!” She waved a tentacle at me as I walked up. “Another Earthling. Good luck all around.”

Captain Sunlight nodded and took the payment tablet back, every inch the dignified lizard alien. “Yes, Robin here has been a big help with animal cargos, cats in particular.”

“My pleasure,” I said with a wave. “Can I get a look?” The cage was the kind with bars on the front and only ventilation holes on the sides; good for animals that needed to feel safely hidden, but not great for trained veterinarians wanting to inspect them without opening the door.

“By all means,” the customer said, scooting the cage forward. “It’s been very calm. It shouldn’t give you any trouble.”

I crouched down from my tall human height and peered into the shadows, hoping the cat was healthy, not calm because of illness. Had they scanned it already? They must have.

A skunk peered back at me.

“Oh jeez!” I fell back and scrambled away, startling everyone in the room. “That’s not a cat! Keep your distance!”

Captain Sunlight immediately stepped away, alarm on her scaly face. “What is it? What’s the danger?” The customer was babbling in surprise, but I ignored her.

“That’s a skunk,” I said, fully aware that the name probably meant nothing here. “They’re a breathing hazard when provoked. They spray a toxic liquid that will ruin the air on our whole ship until it’s properly cleaned. You’re lucky it didn’t do it already.” I aimed that last at the customer.

She flailed her tentacles in distress. “It’s been very calm! Not afraid of anyone! Are you sure it’s not a cat?”

“Yes,” I said firmly. Then something else occurred to me. “Have you scanned it for disease?”

The tentacle movements turned guilty. “My assistant said he did…”

I leapt to my feet and raced down the hall. “Be right back! Don’t touch it!”

They replied, but I was already out of earshot, dodging past crewmates without stopping to explain. Rabies was largely eradicated on Earth, but this wasn’t Earth. And a potentially rabid skunk was infinitely worse than a tame one.

Eggskin was in the medbay; I didn’t pause to see what they were doing. I just grabbed the hand scanner from its spot on the wall and raced back the way I’d come. “Need this, thanks!”

Questions followed me, but I ran faster. Almost plowed into Blip going around a corner, but I ducked under her muscular elbow with an apology and kept going. Blop was right behind her, stepping to the side. The pair also had questions that I ignored.

Back in the cargo bay, Captain Sunlight was questioning the customer on the far side of the room, with Zhee and Paint also standing back. The cage was right where I’d left it.

I activated the scanner, getting as close as I dared. “Please don’t have rabies. Please please please.”

After a moment, the scanner pinged: Free Of Disease. Relief hit me like a wave. “It’s not contagious,” I announced.

The scanner was still processing, and it came up with extra information that made me laugh in deeper relief.

“Its stink gland was removed!” I collapsed onto the floor in front of the cage. “Doubly safe. Everything’s okay.”

Captain Sunlight said, “That is good news.”

The customer pressed several tentacles over where her heart probably was. “I didn’t need that kind of scare today! Clearly I should have words with the assistant who identified the species.”

“They got the planet right, at least,” I said, shutting off the scanner. “But yeah, if there’s a chance there are more skunks wandering around out there, you do NOT want to assume they’ll act like cats.”

Captain Sunlight was thinking ahead. “Will this be a problem for the recipient? Since it’s not the animal he’s expecting?”

The customer spread her tentacles. “He did say that he’d welcome any creature from home that could handle living indoors!”

I waggled my fingers experimentally, and the skunk waddled forward to sniff them. “I think it’ll be okay.”

Captain Sunlight asked, “This is an acceptable companion animal, once the gland is removed?”

I laughed. “No, they make terrible pets. But people have kept worse. I’ll have a talk with the guy on delivery, and I think it’ll be fine. This little fluffer has probably been raised by hand. And skunks really are adorable, once you get past that whole spraying issue.”

“Good to know,” said Captain Sunlight. She finished the transaction with the customer, who was more than happy to leave the skunk in our possession. Zhee and Paint expressed their own relief and finished moving boxes around. The captain volunteered to put the scanner back while I brought the animal cargo to our quietest storage hold.

I carried the cage very carefully, the polar opposite of my wild dash through the corridors earlier.

It took a while for Eggskin to find me, since apparently Blop had gotten a papercut or something that needed tending to, but after a few minutes the medic entered the storage bay with all the caution of someone approaching a dangerous creature.

Eggskin probably wasn’t expecting to find me holding it and cooing sweet nonsense while it chittered happily in my lap. But it really was friendly, and like I said, skunks are adorable.

~~~

These are the ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book.

Shared early on Patreon! There’s even a free tier to get them on the same day as the rest of the world.

The sequel novel is in progress (and will include characters from these stories. I hadn’t thought all of them up when I wrote the first book, but they’re too much fun to leave out of the second).

[thesupernaturalhouse]

So I cant.....I can't anymore, Stolas fucking sucks

Season 2 as a whole sucks and gets rid of a lot of character depth that characters had in s1. But this post isn't about that-

I was recording clips for an edit, and you know in ep9 s2 when Stolas tells Blitz about "you couldn't be bothered to come save me"

Yeah.....Blitz TOLD him why he was unable to go and save him. He was even genuinely concerned and sent milly and moxxie in his place

You wanna know what Blitz said??

"Ah shit Stolas I can't today- I'm sorry I am literally on my way to take loona in for her very important hellvis S-H-O-T" and "it takes years to book it, it took 5 for me to get this one"

Aka, a rabies shot, which, racist will immediately kill you. You DON'T survive that once you get it and symptoms start showing up, it's a death sentence, and considering Loona is basically a sentient/anthropomorphic dog, if she catches it her survival rate is probably 0 percent

And you know what? Stolas gets it, and then in ep9, "the one who tried to kill em and you couldn't be BOTHERED to come help me"

Bitch he told you?? He sent people in his place?? He was getting his kid a really important shot?? Yiu selfish motherfu-

I hate this bird

I hate this fucking bird so much more now

This is just the finale straw for me that breaks the camels back tbh like......

Apology tour is just, Stolas and the narritive/writing basically gaslighting Blitz and its gross

I liked Stolitz and Stolas in s1, it wasnt a healthy relationship. The circumstances for both characters weren't super good, but it understood that and actually showed those flaws, It set up these characters future arcs

Season 2 is, frankly, a shit show. It has its moments, but ep1 ruined Stolas and Stolitz for me, and it just keeps on getting worse and it isn't even in a way of "Oh its rough, but they can bounce back

This is gaslighting. This is hypocrisy. This is guilt tripping. This is abuse.

Instead of building off of season 1 it is retconning it, it is destroying the continuity and timeline, it's making these characters so much worse then what they were

Instead of having Stolas face actual consequences for his actions the narritive is backtracking and going "Oh actually its not his fault" over and over again

Oh he cheated in the marriage? No worries Stella is a bitch so it's okay

Oh, he's neglecting his daughter despite them already having this arc? Oh, it's fine she just needs to cut him some slack

Oh he constantly belittled Blitz and made him uncomfortable in season 1? Actually it was all of Blitzs fault for misreading the signs of love!

He is constantly shown looking down and abusing other imps like his butler? Oh its fine, they aren't the main characters so what he does to them isn't important!!

Another thing is that Blitz tells Stolas how he feels. He points out his shitty actions. And what does Stolas do? He fucking cries like Blitz is being a big ol means for no reason

This trial is just going to further victimize him and make him seem in the right. The fact the sins might even be brought into it is also so fucking stupid.

The writing went from a 8 to a 1 with the characters. And it's only a 1 here because there are some good ideas in s2.

Their basically trying to cover up, retcon, Stolas's actions instead of having him deal with consequences and go through real development

Honestly the best ending for Stolitz would be Blitz realizing Stolas is toxic as fuck to him and just, not contacting him again. Stolas could get some real consequences in that trial and move on and become better in his own right

Butttt of course since Viv likes them so much it's gonna be dragged on for fucking seasons and then their gonna get together.

If I were to rewrite the season, I wouldn't even try to rewrite Stolitz.

[27moremoons]

Hezbollah, Official Statement:

In the name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful

“Let those who would sacrifice this life for the Hereafter fight in the cause of Allah. And whoever fights in Allah’s cause—whether they achieve martyrdom or victory—We will honor them with a great reward.”

This is the truth of Allah, the Most High, the Almighty.

His Eminence, the Master of Resistance, the righteous servant, has moved to the side of his Lord and to His satisfaction as a great martyr, a heroic, bold, brave, wise, insightful, and faithful leader, joining the convoy of martyrs of the eternal, luminous martyrs of Karbala in the divine, faithful journey in the footsteps of the prophets and martyr Imams.

His Eminence Sayyed Hassan Nasrallah, Secretary-General of Hezbollah, has joined his great, immortal martyr comrades whose path he led for nearly thirty years, guiding them from victory to victory. He succeeded the Master of Martyrs of the Islamic Resistance in 1992 until the liberation of Lebanon in 2000 and to the glorious divine victory in 2006 and all the battles of honor and sacrifice, arriving at the battle of support and heroism in support of Palestine, Gaza, and the oppressed Palestinian people.

We offer our condolences to the Master of the Age (may Allah hasten his reappearance), the Guardian of the Muslims, Imam Sayyed Ali Khamenei, may his shadow endure, the esteemed scholars, the fighters, the believers, the nation of resistance, our patient and struggling Lebanese people, the entire Islamic nation, all the free and oppressed people in the world, and his honorable and patient family. We congratulate His Eminence, the Secretary-General of Hezbollah, Sayyed Hassan Nasrallah, may Allah be pleased with him, on receiving the highest divine medals, the medal of Imam Hussein (peace be upon him), fulfilling his most precious wishes and the highest ranks of faith and pure belief, as a martyr on the path to Al-Quds and Palestine. We also offer our condolences and congratulations to his fellow martyrs who joined his pure and sacred procession following the treacherous zionist raid on the southern suburb.

The leadership of Hezbollah pledges to the most exalted, sacred, and precious martyr in our journey, full of sacrifices and martyrs, to continue its jihad in confronting the enemy, supporting Gaza and Palestine, and defending Lebanon and its steadfast and honorable people.

To the honorable fighters and the victorious and triumphant heroes of the Islamic Resistance, you are the trust of the martyred Sayyed, his brothers who were his fortified shield and the crown jewel of heroism and sacrifice. Our leader, His Eminence, the Sayyed, remains among us with his thought, spirit, path, and sacred approach. You remain bound to the covenant of loyalty and commitment to resistance and sacrifice until victory.

Saturday 28-9-2024

24 Rabi' al-Awwal 1446 AH

[blogtruenorth]

🇵🇸

🟢 Hamas:

—

In the name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful.

We applaud the masses that demonstrated in American cities and Western capitals in solidarity with Gaza and in rejection of the fascist occupation’s aggression.

We, in the Islamic Resistance Movement (Hamas), commend the mass mobilization, marches, and solidarity events that took place yesterday, Saturday, and today, Sunday, in various American cities and Western capitals, denouncing the aggression and genocide waged by the fascist occupation government against the Gaza Strip, now on its twenty-third day. We affirm that these large gatherings express their living conscience in supporting the legitimate rights of our people to freedom and self-determination and denouncing the American and Western support and bias for the occupation.

We renew our call to these free masses and all the free people in the world to continue their movement in solidarity with the Gaza Strip and in support of the justice of our national cause. We urge the escalation of all forms of popular pressure in the coming days to stop the genocide against children and two million Palestinian citizens in the Gaza Strip.

Islamic Resistance Movement - Hamas.

Sunday: 14 Rabi’ al-Akhir 1445 AH

Corresponding to: October 29, 2023 AD

[winewinebloodwine]

[Chuuya brings them over to the couch, before straightening up. Abov his couch and to the right, is a huge ass gold chandelier.] Be careful- let me know if it starts faltering

[Chuuya says, and then carefully activates Tainted and starts floating dazai up there.]

[Chuuya hums a bit, still mostly focused on trying to breath. He nods though, absently agreeing. He tilted his head a bit, seeming to be silently wondering if dazai had gotten it all or not, before sighing a bit. His grip around Dazais wrist is iron strong, if a bit loose.]

[@long-death-dazai contining the other one here!]

[cantgetworsethanthistbh]

Tiny Ford has a very intense fight with a stray cat and Stan takes him back to patch him up and accepts he cannot get rid of this guy

"You're an idiot, you know that?"

"In my defense, I won."

"Shove a cork in it," Stan grumbles, snipping the smallest strip of gauze with scissors, just enough to not fall apart but enough to wrap around his brother's arm. Ford's blotched with iodine— iodine, because he couldn't stand the overwhelming burn of being that small and having to be swabbed by alcohol, Stan shudders at the thought. His whole torsos covered, the bleeding cuts Stan had to wipe off after he found his brother riding a hissing cat like it was a demented bull-ride.

Almost like he was a way too cocky mouse in a goofy cartoon, Stan actually found it funny until the cat ran off with Ford giving it a good kick to its neck and left him bleeding and it suddenly wasn't funny anymore. Stan scooped up his brother, because holy shit, is blood loss worse like this? Does he have less blood now that he's smaller?

Whatever the hell it meant, he wasn't gonna let Ford die out from a god damn cat scratch. They're screwed if it has rabies. It would be funny though. Fucking, raised in New Jersey, 12 PhD having field researcher who travelled hundreds of dimensions for 30 years and survived being tortured through a god damn apocalypse, dying from rabies in a literal cat fight. It's funny, except Stan isn't laughing.

"Just stop leavin' my side, Ford. Mosses. If you've gotta look at somethin', just tell me."

His heart lurches a bit seeing Ford, with his eyes all bigger, grinning at Stan, like this is something to be happy about.

Little shit.

"It doesn't mean you're forgiven," Stan snaps while wrapping that gauze strip around the torso. Ford sighs, eyes casting down.

"I know. I'm sorry."

Count that to the mountain of apologies Ford's been giving since this dumb charade started. By the end of it, it'd probably be bigger than he is. That almost makes Stan feel bad...

Ah, whatever.

Ford can climb up that little hill all he wants, if he's gonna keep causing trouble for Stan like this. At least Stan knew he'd be there anyway, waiting for him.

"If it makes you feel better, I've fought worse feline-like creatures nearly even double the size of that stray cat in other dimensions."

"Yeah? Hope you got the rabies shots for 'em too, then."

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

The cat that ate the canary

In which Yuu is a normal teenage boy who has recently adopted a totally-just-as-normal cat.

(Prequel for the zombie!AU)

You know, Yuu Shimura was a lot of things. A future vet, for one, if he had anything to do with it. A star student, if you ignored how often he was sent home halfway through the day because he had brought an animal to class. A decent cook, if you asked his mom, who also said that he was the special-est boy in the world, so take that with a grain of salt.

Good in stressful situations, he was not.

He didn’t know what to do about the dying cat he found while walking home from his friend’s house.

Don’t get him wrong, he wanted to be a vet! He had taken in so many charity cases over the years! But he had never…

Well, the cat was missing half a face. Its fur was matted with blood. There seemed to be a fungus growing on its tail. And it had a limp to boot (okay, to boot might not be the best way to describe a probably broken paw, but he had already admitted he wasn’t great in these kinds of situations!).

Frankly, this cat was far worse off than any of the other animals Yuu had taken care of.

And it was hissing at him whenever he got within a meter of it, too!

Admittedly, he was used to cats hissing at him, but it certainly wasn’t helping.

Now, Yuu should just leave the cat alone. Call animal control and ask them to put the cat out of its misery. That was the proper, good samaritan thing to do.

But the cat was in the middle of the street. It wasn’t quite the time of year when he would be too worried about snow, but it was just cold enough that every breath steamed in front of his face…

Yuu liked to think that he was a good person.

He knelt a few meters away from the cat, careful to keep his smile faint because animals often interpreted showing teeth as a threat. It was hard to smile, anyway, in the face of something so obviously in pain.

“Let’s see…” he mused aloud, trying to sound as soothing as he possibly could. “I need to find you food, at least. Not that it looks like you can eat right now… but it might help you believe I’m on your side. I only really need to pick you up for long enough to get you out of the street… maybe closer to a restaurant, they’re usually warm… I could, probably, just scare you into running in a certain direction, but that seems cruel… no need to traumatize you further… I’ll leave that for last…”

The cat continued to watch him. This wasn’t surprising. It would probably watch him until he left its sight.

Yuu ran his fingers through his hair, glancing at the nearest convenience store. They should have tuna there, but Yuu really didn’t want to leave the cat alone in the street…

“Ah, fuck it,” Yuu said, pulling cash out of his pockets. How much was tuna these days? Last he remembered, it was like 5 yen, but inflation existed, unfortunately… couldn’t be more than 10, at least.

He sprinted into the store and grabbed a can of tuna, all but throwing the money at the poor cashier, who looked more than a little stunned.

The cat… had almost managed to crawl out of the street on its own. It sat just in front of the curb, still staring at him intently.

Yuu, carefully, opened the small package of tuna and set it on the sidewalk.

The cat, still watching him, took a couple of steps forward, until it could tentatively sniff at the tuna.

Yuu breathed a sigh of relief. Not because it had eaten the tuna, the cat was gagging and batting it away with its paws, but because it was now solidly out of the street. He, with an open hand, reached toward the cat.

The cat eyed him warily, but he just, carefully, patted it on the head, briefly running his thumb over its fur.

It leaned into his touch, just slightly, its nose ghosting over his palm, sniffing him.

Yuu, quietly, hoped that the thing didn’t have rabies. It wasn’t frothing at the mouth, but that symptom didn’t set in immediately…

“Want to come home with me, baby?” Yuu asked, drawing one leg up to his chest. He always felt a little silly, talking to animals. It wasn’t like they understood him. But he found that, when he kept his voice soft and soothing, most of them calmed down. Animals weren’t particularly deceptive creatures, after all. If one had bad intentions, they made it obvious. So, if he seemed docile, surely he must be, right? “I might have to hide you under my bed so my parents don’t find out, but it can’t be worse than living on the street.”

The cat stared at him.

It, slowly, inched its way forward, until it could place a paw on his lap.

Yuu, gently, scooped it up and started off toward his apartment once again.

It was a relatively uneventful walk, save for the fact that it did, in fact, start raining. It was a light rain, just barely a drizzle, not the kind that you can take your umbrella out for without feeling a little silly… but Yuu took out his umbrella regardless, because it was too cold for rain, and this cat was already hurting, he really didn’t need it to catch yet another disease, too…

His apartment was quiet.

He clicked the light on, absently toeing off his shoes – he took a moment to make sure that his parents’ shoes weren’t there, more out of paranoia than anything – and made his way to his room.

He waltzed over to his closet and tugged out a small box hidden in the back corner.

Now, with most teen boys, the box hidden in the closet should not be touched, under any circumstances. Neither the kid nor the person snooping needs to deal with that kind of trauma.

Yuu, though? He was using his Secret Box to hide pet supplies.

He rolled out a pet bed for the cat and took a moment to scratch it behind the ears before dragging out a first aid kit.

And, so he got to work. The cat was a surprisingly well-behaved patient. It wasn’t the first time an animal had understood that he was trying to help it, but it was certainly the first time he didn’t get, at the very least, a look of betrayal for trying to cleanse a wound. Not that he was complaining. The cat looked sickly, and Yuu didn’t want to catch anything. The less it bit and scratched at him, the better.

Though… strangely enough, the cat didn’t have nearly as many injuries as he’d expected.

Like, yeah, half of his face was gone, obviously, and Yuu didn’t know how to deal with that so he simply wrapped it in bandages and decided that had to be good enough… but he wasn’t sure what was causing the limp. There were no injuries on the cat’s leg, not even a break or sprain, as far as he could tell. He still splinted the leg, because surely the cat wasn’t limping for no reason, and then moved on to the weird bit of… fungus? The strange spot on its tail.

He squinted at it, tempted to reach out and touch it, so he could analyze it closer, but not really willing to risk it. Instead, he cleaned it as best he possibly could (which, apparently, was little more than disinfecting it), and then pulled back.

The cat still looked worse for wear. It looked like something out of Pet Cemetery. Yuu had failed to make it presentable.

But he hadn’t expected to make the cat presentable, really, so he just heaved a great sigh and scratched it behind the ears.

“Alrighty, done,” he said.

The cat seemed content to lie there in his lap, unmoving.

Yuu sighed, again. He wasn’t allowed to move anymore, by cat-owner law.

He, slowly, tipped back until he could lay out on the floor. It wasn’t particularly comfortable, but it wasn’t like he had any other options.

His eyes fluttered shut.

By the time he opened them again, the cat had moved from his lap.

It was exploring his room, from the looks of things. Sniffing everything, rubbing up against each and every piece of furniture it saw, adding a few new claw marks to Yuu’s poor bedposts. Classic cat things, really.

Yuu sat up, slowly, wincing as he craned his head from side to side in a vain attempt to get rid of the crick in his neck. This must be his divine punishment for daring to lie on the floor. Who did he think he was, putting someone else’s comfort above his own? Really, this was his own fault.

This didn’t stop him from cursing under his breath.

The cat jumped at the sudden sound. It turned to look at him with wide eyes, staring at his lap, as if wondering whether it was supposed to stay.

Yuu fought the urge to coo over it.

“I should give you a name,” Yuu said, propping himself up on his forearms. He didn’t want to put a lot of thought into its name, considering it was probably going to die soon, but he couldn’t just call it the cat forever. It was dehumanizing!

Well, it wasn’t ‘human’, but that’s beside the point!

So, he carefully took all of the books out of his bookshelf and set them on the floor, deciding that whichever book the cat ‘chose’ (read: lingered by for longer than two seconds) would be the basis for the cat’s name.

The cat wandered over to the bookshelf, its nose poking at the single book Yuu had left.

Yuu grimaced as he picked up The Brothers Grimm. He’d had to buy it for his Culture elective. Something about understanding Western Culture. As if the internet wasn’t almost entirely Western Culture. Ugh.

Regardless…

“That – uh – isn’t the best name, it doesn’t really bode well for you…”

The cat continued to inspect the book.

Yuu sighed. “‘Grim’ it is, then.”

He felt a paw touch his side and raised an eyebrow. Grim was poking him in the stomach, repeatedly, staring up at him.

When it was sure Yuu was paying attention, Grim gave a squeaky little meow and started rubbing his face against Yuu’s side.

Yuu figured that Grim was, probably, starved for affection, and Yuu really didn't want to think about why... but that didn't stop him from thinking that Grim was adorable.

He reached down and scratched beneath Grim’s chin, careful of his injuries. “You’re a sweet little guy… can’t believe someone did this to you… poor baby…”

Grim gave a low purr, for just a second, before cutting himself off.

Yuu cooed, quietly. What a cutie.

He would have rested his chin in his hand, but dried blood had long since caked itself under his fingernails, so he really didn’t think that’d be a good idea.

Speaking of which.

“I should give you a bath,” Yuu said, already grimacing preemptively. “Any chance you’re one of those rare animals that’re okay with water?”

The cat stared at him. Whether this was because Grim had, from the looks of it, never seen water in his life, or if it was just because cats don’t understand human language was anyone’s guess, really.

Yuu scooped him up and headed into the bathroom. Grim seemed content to curl up in Yuu’s arms while Yuu awkwardly juggled a very injured cat and tried to set up the sink at the same time.

It was hard, but Yuu managed.

Now for the actual hard part.

He, slowly, set Grim on the edge of the sink.

“Look, it’s nice and safe and I made sure it was the perfect temperature just for you,” Yuu said, trying not to sound too nervous. If he sounded nervous, then Grim would notice and get nervous himself, and he would definitely refuse to go in the water then.

So, Yuu had to smile, softly, and trail his fingers in the water to show that it wasn’t dangerous.

Grim looked at Yuu. Looked at the water. After a long moment’s hesitation, Grim placed his paw in the water, as if testing the temperature for himself.

(Now, obviously, Grim was just testing to see if the water was truly ‘safe’, but Yuu liked to pretend that the animals he spoke to understood him, sometimes. Made him feel slightly less silly.)

Slowly, Grim waded into the water.

Thank you, Jesus! Wait – is Jesus the name of their God? Or are they separate people…? Uh, whoever did me this solid, thanks.

Yuu beamed. If Grim was safe to kiss, he would totally press a kiss to his forehead, but that could wait until after the bath… after a week’s-worth of baths, actually. To be safe.

For now, he went to work.

It was then that he noticed the strangest little tidbit of information about Grim:

Was Grim… green?

He hadn’t noticed it before, since the blood matting Grim’s fur had more or less covered the strange color. But, now, he carefully parted Grim's fur to peer at the skin hidden beneath it.

Yuu tilted his head this way and that. Blinked a few times to clear his vision. Lifted the cat out of the water to get it as close to the lights as possible.

No, yeah, that was green.

And, as Yuu started putting a little more elbow grease into scrubbing down Grim, he realized that it was not going to come out.

Yuu frowned. If it was dye, then he should be getting at least a little on his hands right now, right? He was pretty sure he’d heard his mom complain about accidentally getting black dye all over her towels before…

So, what was going on?

He leaned his hip against the rim of the sink.

“Maybe the dye’s been in there too long? So it can’t be washed out?” he mused aloud. “But it’s still…”

It would be one thing if the cat’s fur was green (and, to be fair, that might also be a dark shade of green that was making Yuu second-guess what color black cats were) but it was Grim’s skin that gave him pause. Because how does skin turn green?

Was it some kind of fungus? But he could see something that looked like mold on Grim’s tail, and that was a completely different texture...

It was possible that the cat had developed two separate types of fungal infections, but Yuu felt like that would make Grim particularly unlucky… there was no other explanation that he could think of, though.

He supposed he could look it up once he was done with this.

And, so, after washing as much of the grime and blood off of Grim as he possibly could, he gave the sink a quick scrub and then waltzed over to his bed, phone in hand, to do some research.

Grim settled down on the bed next to him, and Yuu flashed a smile as he continued scrolling through the internet.

Huh. So there are ways skin and hair can turn green, even in human patients… exposure to chemicals, mostly. Learn something new every day.

“So, Grim, did you eat…” He squinted at the words on his phone. “‘Ex-o-gene-ous copper’?”

The cat did not answer him. Because it was a cat.

But Yuu nodded along as if he had. “See, that’s what your problem is. Nevermind probably getting hit by a car, no, you fucked up when you saw a precious metal and said ‘is anyone gonna eat that?’”

Grim continued to stare at him.

Yuu smiled, patting him on the head once. “You’re so well-behaved. I’d give you treats, but…”

Well, the cat couldn’t even stomach tuna. He doubted it would be able to get down something as solid as cat treats.

Grim wouldn’t last long.

But Yuu was going to make sure that Grim’s life up until his passing was as peaceful as he could make it.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t spend every second with his new cat, because he needed to make sure his parents wouldn’t catch on.

He needed to act natural.

“Did anything happen today?” his mom asked.

Did she know?!

No, no, he shouldn’t panic. This was a normal question that people ask over dinner. She was just ‘expressing interest in his life’, or whatever.

Yuu set down his chopsticks, briefly, while he tried to think of something that wasn’t the cat in his room. “Not really. I saw this one girl trip and eat sh –... really hurt herself. It was terrible.”

His mother narrowed her eyes at him, briefly, but decided to let it go.

Or, at least, she was willing to let go of the near slip of his tongue. His behavior, though? No, that was unforgivable, apparently: “And you didn’t help her?”

“I couldn’t make her un-trip,” Yuu shrugged.

“This is why we’re never getting grandkids,” she lamented.

His father sighed. “Truly tragic.”

Yuu couldn’t roll his eyes at his parents without being rude, but he was rolling his eyes in spirit. Because, really, that was not the reason why they weren’t getting grandkids.

“Well, if you’d just accept the grandchildren I have already given you –.”

“Human grandkids.”

Yuu did not pout. No one can prove it, therefore he didn’t.

“I’d rather just focus on my studies, momma.”

(He’d tell them one day. Just… not today.)

A hand reached out and ruffled his hair, and Yuu flashed a grin.

“What did we do to have such a well-behaved kid?” his father said.

“Perhaps too good of a kid,” his mom said, her chin in her hand. “You’re in high school, you should enjoy it, Yuu. ‘Hang out’ with your friends more. What about that one senpai you really like? He’s probably free this week, how about you two go to an arcade or something?”

Yuu rubbed the back of his neck, fighting the blush creeping up his cheeks. “He – uh – isn’t really the type to go out and do things, either. And, besides, he’s got his new job, he’s super busy these days, so even if he did want to go out, he can’t.”

“Staying at home all the time can’t be good for you,” his father said.

Yuu could only shrug. “Hey, think about it this way – the less I go outside, the less strays I can pick up!”

The totally-not-a-stray Yuu picked up lasted longer than he’d originally assumed it would.

Grim survived until the end of the week.

Hell, he survived two weeks.

And Yuu wasn’t even sure how. The cat refused to eat anything Yuu gave him, and Yuu had yet to see evidence that the water disappearing from Grim’s dish was anything more than evaporation. Certainly, Grim should have passed away by now, and yet…

Well, Yuu had noticed a distinct lack of bugs over the past few days. Maybe Grim was catching and eating those? But then why was he gagging over the food Yuu gave him?

Maybe he liked the hunt!

Yuu tied a small bite of chicken to a piece of string, and then made his way over to where Grim was lazing in a patch of sun.

Grim’s ear flicked, and he, slowly, looked up at Yuu.

Yuu wiggled the string like his life depended on it.

Grim gave him a very unimpressed look.

So, not that, then…

He groaned, sinking to his knees, resting his arms on the sill beside Grim. “I don’t get iiiiiit,” he whined.

Grim continued to give off an aura of general disdain. Which is typical for cats, so Yuu wasn’t particularly worried.

(… not about that, at least.)

He pressed a kiss to Grim’s forehead. “You’re cute, but you won’t be quite as cute if you waste away into nothing because you won’t eat.”

Grim, being an animal who couldn’t understand a word Yuu said, sent a few lazy blinks his way.

Yuu groaned again, a little louder this time, before giving up.

His eyes fell to the ground, several stories below. He could see a couple of teens chatting with each other as they walked home from… whatever they had been doing with their Winter Break.

Hm. He should call his senpai.

Not because he thought Idia would know what to do about Grim. But because Idia was prone to shutting himself inside his house for weeks at a time. Someone had to drag him back into the world of the living from time to time, and Yuu took his job… well, not very seriously, considering he himself was prone to getting distracted by every cute animal that wandered into his sight line, but when he remembered to do it he sure did!

And, so, he dialed Idia’s number.

His phone didn’t even finish its first ring before a familiar voice came through: “Shimura-shi, you’re alive.”

“Senpai,” he said, trying not to sound too happy that Idia had actually picked up.

“I was wondering when you’d remember I exist,” Idia said. Yuu could hear the familiar clicking of Idia’s keyboard through the phone.

“Aw, that’s not fair,” he said. “You’d get it if you saw my new baby.”

Idia sighed. “Is it a cat? Because otherwise I’m not interested.”

“He is a cat, yeah,” Yuu said, absently running a hand over Grim’s fur. “And he’s so precious. I don’t know what his previous owners did to him, but they’re going to Hell.”

“You’re religious now?”

“Solely for the sake of sending them to Hell, yeah,” Yuu said, nodding solemnly even though he knew Idia couldn’t see. He could only hope that his tone was enough to get the point across. “Do you want to say hi to him?”

“Obviously,” said Idia. Yuu wasn’t sure why he’d bothered to ask.

He put the phone on speaker. “Grim, say ‘hi’!”

Grim stared at Yuu for a solid five seconds before heaving a kind of put-upon sigh and meowing quietly.

The sound that came through his phone was a squeal so high-pitched that it spooked Grim. The cat’s fur stood on end, and that was all the warning Yuu got before his lovely companion darted away to the safety of Yuu’s bed, disappearing under the blankets, never to be seen again.

“Damn, senpai, are you trying to make me go deaf?”

“Sorry – it’s just – you know how I feel about cats!”

Yuu sure did.

But that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to tease Idia a little, when given the opportunity: “Says the guy whose job does animal testin –.”

“Shhhh, not in front of the baby!”

Yuu snorted. “Grim ran off when you broke the sound barrier earlier. But fine, fine, I’ll take you off of speaker.”

He brought the phone back to his ear.

“Alright, you’re safe now, my child can no longer hear about you and your shady secret internship at a ‘makeup factory’.”

“Our child,” said Idia. It was clearly an attempt to get Yuu to leave the subject of Idia’s job alone, Yuu was already well aware that the guy was beholden to several NDAs.

And yet.

Yuu felt his face warm, and was suddenly glad that Grim couldn’t see him. Not that Grim would understand what it meant, of course, but it was still embarrassing.

“Really? You need to step up in the child-care department, then,” Yuu said.

“Well, I’m busy taking care of our other child, so,” Idia said.

Yuu’s smile faded, if only slightly. “How’s he doing?”

“Same as usual. Do you want to talk to him?”

“If he’s feeling up to it,” said Yuu.

There was about a minute of silence. Yuu could hear quiet chatter, but couldn’t quite make out the words.

And then:

“Yuu-tan?”

“Hey, Ortho-chan,” Yuu said, quietly. “How’s it going, bud?”

“Good!”

Yuu’s shoulders relaxed, if only slightly. “Yeah?”

“Mhmm! Nii-san played with me alllllll day!”

Yuu smiled. “That’s awesome!”

“... wish you would come n’ play with me, too, sometimes,” Ortho said, and Yuu could practically hear the kid’s pout over the phone.

Awwww… baby’s first attempt at manipulation!

“Sure, bud. Next time you’re having a good day, you, me, and Idia-senpai can go to an arcade or something,” Yuu said.

“Promise?” Ortho said, sniffling.

Yuu smiled. “Promise. Now, tell me about your day. What games did you play? They better have been appropriate.”

“Well…” Ortho said, which was not a good sign.

“Maybe I’ll drop by sooner than expected,” Yuu muttered. “Need to punch some sense into him.”

Ortho giggled, and Yuu smiled, and Yuu spent the rest of the day listening to the younger Shroud brother talk about the new fighting game Idia had introduced him to.

(It was definitely not appropriate for children, and Yuu was going to grab Idia by the shoulders and shake him the next time he happened to catch sight of that damn otaku.)

By the time dinner rolled around, Grim was visibly sulking on Yuu’s bed, glaring at him with his head in his paws.

“Awwww, are you jealous?” Yuu teased, walking over and scratching the cat behind the ears. “Don’t worry, you’re my favorite.”

Grim narrowed his eye at him, but eventually caved, leaning into Yuu’s hand with a soft meow.

Yuu smiled and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “Cute.”

And, so, life went on. Grim continued to survive despite all odds, and Yuu continued to take care of him.

He could admit that he was getting a little attached.

But, really, who wouldn’t fall in love with an adorable little cat when they’d been taking care of it for almost a month?

It was at the one-month mark that Yuu felt the bed next to him shift and peeked an eye open sleepily.

The cat was right in front of his face.

It settled down, slowly, on his pillow and started to purr.

Yuu grimaced a little, internally. He really didn’t want to risk rolling over in his sleep and crushing Grim, but… Grim wouldn’t understand if he tried to tell him that. He would just assume that Yuu was rejecting him, and Yuu wasn’t going to do that right when Grim was opening up.

He scooped up the cat and hugged Grim to his chest.

Grim purred quietly, kneading biscuits into the fabric of Yuu’s sleep shirt.

Yuu smiled faintly, pressing a kiss to the cat’s forehead and settling in for a probably-terrible night’s sleep.

Winter Break was coming to an end, anyway, he needed to get used to Not Sleeping again. It’d suck less when school started, that way.

His masterful planning for the future did nothing for him.

It was time for the first day of school, and his alarm was blaring, and Yuu was glaring at the ceiling. Grim hissed at Yuu’s phone. This did not help his mood.

He, silently, counted to ten.

He failed to count to ten because he was too busy seething at the fact that he had to go to fucking school. And he had to wake up extra early to physically drag Idia to class, because Idia was an awful human being who refused to attend class if Yuu didn’t make him.

Yuu rolled out of bed. Failed to land on his own two feet. Hit the ground in a series of dull thuds.

He was going to kill someone.

Maybe he understood Americans, after all.

He ran his fingers through his hair, exasperated.

And then he started getting ready.

It was harder than it should be. Grim was still on edge, it seemed, thanks to the alarm, and was winding around Yuu’s legs, meowing frantically at him.

Yuu flashed a smile. “It’s fine, baby, it’s just school.”

Grim didn’t understand. Because Grim was a cat.

Yuu knelt to press a quick kiss to Grim’s forehead. “I’ll be back in a few hours.”

Grim, of course, continued to panic.

And, while it ached Yuu to leave Grim alone while he was panicking, Yuu couldn’t just stay. He had a life to live, school to attend, a stubborn senpai to drag to class.

Grim would realize, when Yuu came home, that it would all be fine.

But in order for Grim to realize this, Yuu had to leave in the first place.

He set Grim in the bathroom, and then headed off.

Idia's house was, thankfully, only a short walk from his apartment. As one would expect, seeing as they went to the same school.

He rang the doorbell.

Idia opened the door in his pajamas.

"... senpai."

"I forgot there was school today," Idia lied through his teeth.

Yuu sighed and brushed past Idia, into the house. "Go get changed. I'll wait."

Idia grumbled about how this was a crime against NEETs. Nevermind that the guy wasn't definitionally a NEET, considering he was both employed and in school. Yuu was, apparently, evil and discriminatory.

Idia walked in a few minutes later, reluctantly. His bright blue hair (Ortho had asked him to dye it, and Idia never said no to his brother) was a mess, and that huge hoodie was not up to their dress code, but Yuu was going to take what he could get.

Yuu glanced behind Idia, at the empty hallway. Usually, Ortho would come and say 'hi'...

“... bad day?”

“Yeah,” Idia said, his smile a hair awkward. “I think there’s time to go check on him, if you want.”

Yuu hummed, glancing at the time. It’d be close… but, really, their teachers wouldn’t care. They got top grades, consistently. Their school wasn’t going to risk pissing them off, not over small things like tardiness or attendance, lest they transfer to a different school.

He stepped past Idia, walking further into the familiar flat. It smelled sterile, like a hospital room. Yuu had never figured out whether that was because Idia’s parents were both doctors and therefore carried the scent home with them, or if they simply sterilized the place for Ortho’s sake. Perhaps both.

He knocked, lightly, on a door.

And then let himself in.

Ortho was in bed, curled around a giant plushie. Yuu, vaguely, recognized it as a character from that one Disney movie Ortho watched religiously, but he couldn’t put a name to it.

Yuu kept his eyes on Ortho. He hated looking at the medical equipment by the kid’s bed.

Ortho sat up, slightly, and flashed a weak smile Yuu’s way.

Yuu hesitated.

He looked at Idia. “... want to attend class virtually today?”

Idia grinned. Yuu strongly suspected that Idia had been planning this. But he wasn’t so petty that he’d make Ortho miserable just to spite Idia.

(And it wasn’t like he loved attending school, anyway.)

“I’ll get a spare computer for you.”

True to his word, Idia came back bearing two computers.

… and two Switches.

Yuu sighed. “If you keep skipping class, they’ll hold you back, senpai.”

“If I get held back then we get to go to the same school for an extra year,” Idia said.

Yuu narrowed his eyes.

“You know they’d never hold me back, anyway.”

He shook his head, exasperated, but took a seat beside Ortho and booted up the Switch. “Any requests?”

Ortho shifted to rest his head on Yuu’s lap. “The one Nii-san sucks at.”

Yuu snorted. Idia gasped in mock offense.

“You like him more than me!” Idia accused.

Ortho nodded his agreement.

Now Idia looked like he might actually be offended.

“You just don’t know what Shimura-san 's actually like,” Idia sighed. “He’s a handful. He’s lucky he has such a competent senpai taking care of him.”

Yuu rolled his eyes. “You’re not gonna be my senpai for much longer, at this rate.”

Idia smirked. “Even if I did get held back two years, you’d probably still call me ‘senpai’.”

Yuu considered this. “I don’t know what I’d call you. Idia-san?”

A shiver of disgust ran through the two teens.

“You can’t be held back,” Yuu said, seriously.

Idia nodded, putting his hand out.

Yuu shook it.

And then they started playing video games instead of paying attention to their online lectures.

(At least Ortho seemed to enjoy watching them try to ruin each other’s games.)

A few days into the school year, Yuu was confronted by his parents:

“You have a new 'pet project', don’t you?” his dad asked, mildly exasperated.

Yuu blinked a few times, and then shook his head. “No…?”

“The Howl family says that their dog has gone missing,” his dad said, throwing an accusatory glance Yuu’s way. As if he had something to do with it.

Which was fair enough, honestly. He’d picked up a lot of animals over the years, but he hadn’t picked up a dog recently. And, assuming the Howl family had a collar on their dog, he would have given it back to them the moment he realized the dog had a proper home.

Now, he could point this out. However. He was much more interested in being petty.

Yuu crossed his arms over his chest. “And why does the – I forgot their name.”

“Howl.”

“Right! Why does the Howl family get to have a pet and we don’t?”

“If they want to risk getting kicked out of their apartment, then that is their own decision.”

“But, dad, you don’t understand. We could have mutually assured destruction.”

“Tempting,” his dad said, dryly.

Before Yuu could convince him (because surely his father was only a few more sentences away from caving, look at those positive responses!), his mom came in bearing dinner.

“Thanks, momma.”

She pressed a quick kiss to his temple, before collapsing in her chair. “You will not believe what I had to go through today.”

Yuu tipped his head to the side. “It was a meeting, right?”

“Yes,” his mother said. “My coworkers are so…”

She made a squeezing motion with her hands.

Yuu nodded along like he understood. Maybe he did. There were certainly days where Idia was extra annoying.

He was quick to excuse himself from dinner.

The second he closed the door to his room, he allowed a grin to steal its way across his face.

They had confronted him about the wrong animal.

Oh, he was so in the clear.

This cat was his.

There were a few problems with that, though.

It became clear after a solid week and a half of leaving and coming back that Grim was not getting used to Yuu’s need to go to school.

Grim had separation anxiety. Or trauma. Or both.

Yuu knelt in front of his beloved cat. “I’ll be back in a few hours. You’ll probably sleep through it, anyway.”

Grim continued to look betrayed.

He pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I’m sorry, bud, I don’t have a choice. Gotta go to class, y’know?”

Grim did not know. Because Grim was a cat.

Grim tugged at Yuu’s pant leg, meowing sadly.

While the cat wasn’t getting used to Yuu leaving, Yuu was getting used to the daily routine of ‘wake up, get ready, console cat, leave’. It was getting steadily easier to close the door in the cat’s mournful face.

It still sucked, don’t get him wrong. Yuu wanted to be a vet for a reason – he hated seeing animals in needless pain. But, sometimes, there really isn’t anything you can do.

So, he gently nudged Grim out of the way with his foot to make sure his whiskers couldn’t get caught in the door, and then started off toward Idia’s house.

Yuu’s growing apathy, in hindsight, probably wasn’t helping things on Grim’s end.

He stared at the thin trail of blood on his floor, his stomach flipping.

“Grim?” he called, setting his backpack on the door handle just to make sure that he wouldn’t somehow throw the thing and hit his apparently already injured cat. “Where are you, baby?”

He found the cat curled up in his bathroom. One of Grim’s legs had been twisted at a strange angle.

Now, Yuu wasn’t stupid. He knew that this injury was, probably, self-inflicted. There was nothing Grim could do in Yuu’s room that would end in him getting injured, especially not to this extent.

Animals are simple creatures. But they can still recognize patterns.

Yuu had taken Grim in because he was hurt. And, now that Grim was getting better, Yuu was suddenly fine leaving him alone for hours at a time.

It didn’t matter if that wasn’t actually why Yuu was leaving. That Yuu would be happy to take care of Grim full-time, if only he didn't have so many pesky responsibilities. He couldn’t communicate that to Grim in a way the cat would understand.

So, what could he do? Continue going to school? What if his behavior got worse in his desperation to get Yuu to notice him?

He pinched the bridge of his nose.

Fine. He’d take Grim to school with him. It’d been a while since he’d taken a pet to class, maybe no one would notice.

Idia noticed immediately.

“... you have an animal with you, don’t you?”

Yuu frowned. “What makes you think that?”

“Because of the way you’re holding your backpack,” Idia said. “You’re being too careful with it.”

Ah. This must be what people were talking about when they said ‘the morbid ordeal of being known’.

Yuu glared at him.

“You're a terrible actor. Now, let me see our son,” Idia joked.

“He’s not exactly photogenic, senpai. I took him in for a reason,” Yuu warned.

Idia waved off his concern.

It was with great reluctance that Yuu complied. He unzipped his backpack, and Idia leaned in close to see.

Idia stared at Grim. Grim stared at Idia.

A lot of expressions flicked over his senpai’s face.

“... why is he green?” Idia asked, eventually.

Yuu shrugged. “The internet said that it’s probably chemical exposure.”

“You’ve had him for, like, a month, though,” Idia said, his arms crossed over his chest, his expression troubled. “That should have started fading by now.”

That was a good point.

Yuu’s lips pressed into a thin line. “I dunno. He’s a weird case… for a lot of reasons. Think your parents would know anything about it?”

“They’re human doctors,” Idia sighed. “But, if you leave him with me, I can try showing him to them.”

Yuu hesitated. “I dunno, he’s pretty anxious when I’m not there.”

Idia worried his lip. “He could be contagious.”

“Then I don’t want him around Ortho-chan.”

“Shimura.”

Yuu didn’t know what to make of Idia's expression. He didn’t think he’d ever seen his senpai quite so serious.

A hand settled on his shoulder. “Just – listen to me – you really need to – fuck!”

Grim tried to snap at Idia’s hand, and it was only thanks to years of QTEs that Idia was able to move out of the way in time.

Yuu frowned down at Grim.

Who was glaring at Idia… and Yuu, too? Idia, Yuu could understand. Grim didn’t know him. But Yuu wasn’t sure what he was doing wrong… maybe Grim wasn’t comfortable in Yuu’s backpack. But it wasn’t like Yuu could openly carry him to class.

Or maybe Grim was just jealous and didn’t like someone else touching Yuu.

Yuu, frankly, had no idea. Grim had never lashed out like this before.

“I don’t think I can leave him with you,” Yuu muttered, scratching Grim behind the ears to calm him down.

Grim glanced at Idia. If Yuu didn't know better, he'd say the cat looked kind of smug.

Idia’s eyes narrowed, before he crossed his arms over his chest. Perhaps to protect his hands from Grim’s wrath.

“Fine, fine. It’s… probably not pressing, anyway, if he’s been like this for over a month already.”

They didn’t get much longer to talk about it, because their school came into view and Yuu had to stuff Grim out of sight. Idia promised to take Yuu out to an arcade that weekend, and Yuu had readily agreed. And then they went their separate ways.

They weren’t in the same class, after all.

Maybe, if they were, Idia could have helped him hide Grim.

Unfortunately for Yuu, he wasn’t quite capable of keeping his teachers from realizing that Yuu was harboring a fugitive. Not for long.

Grim had been quiet. But, alas, one of his classmates noticed Yuu’s backpack shifting every once in a while.

The bad part of being a ‘smart kid’ was that his class was made up almost entirely of fucking teacher's pets.

He was sent home.

It wasn’t this that made anxiety crawl up his throat.

No, it was because Yuu knew that the school was going to call his parents.

His time with Grim was about to come to a very abrupt end.

… dinner that night was awkward. No one wanted to bring it up, but the longer they went without saying anything the more tense things got.

“Bring it here,” his father said, finally, setting down his chopsticks.

Yuu, reluctantly, walked to his room and scooped Grim up, off the bed.

He presented his beloved cat to his parents.

His parents exchanged glances.

“Yuu, we can’t let you keep him,” his mom said. Not quite gentle, but considering this wasn’t the first time Yuu’d done this (nor would it be the last, he was sure), he wasn’t surprised that a little bit of frustration was leaking into her tone. “If he’s found, we’ll be kicked out.”

“He’s going to die soon, anyway,” Yuu said, hugging his cat closer to his chest. “He deserves a loving home until then.”

Grim was growling lowly. He, of course, couldn’t understand what they were saying, but even a cat could not miss the growing hostility in the room.

“It’s not that simple,” his father said.

Yuu worried his lip. He wasn’t stupid. Of course, he knew that things weren’t going to be that easy. But this was his cat, now. He’d named him, taken care of him for over a month. He wasn’t going to give up on Grim now –.

“We can let you be there, when they put him to sleep,” his mother offered.

“He’s getting better,” Yuu blurted. “Just – I can’t – what if –?”

“I thought he was ‘going to die soon, anyway’,” his father said.

Yuu’s eyes flicked to the side.

“Yuu… don’t make this harder than it has to be,” his father said, reaching out and gently tugging on one of his arms, trying to loosen his grip on the cat.

Grim sunk his teeth into his father’s hand.

His father jerked back in surprise. “Is the thing fer –?!”

He didn’t finish his sentence.

It wasn’t even the kind of slow trail-off that came when someone was distracted. It was sudden, as if his father had realized something mid-sentence.

Yuu peeked up to find his father standing there, completely motionless. A blank look on his face.

His skin was tinted green.

His mom looked just as confused by the development as Yuu was.

At some point, he had dropped Grim. Or maybe the cat had simply jumped out of his arms.

Yuu glanced down to look for him.

Only for his eyes to shoot right back up when his mother gave a strangled scream.

His father was tearing his mom’s throat out with his teeth.

Yuu fell out of his chair, barely even registering the pain flaring in his elbows. He scrambled away from – his dad was going insane, clearly, he needed –.

He fumbled his phone out of his pocket. The screen had cracked during his fall, but it still lit up when he clicked it on. Shaky hands rushed through calling the police, and he dragged his phone to his ear.

“Hello?” the person on the other side of the line said, sounding painfully bored.

“It’s – my dad – he’s… he’s gone insane – he’s eating her!” Yuu stammered, his eyes flicking around desperately for some kind of weapon. He could see the knife block, on a nearby counter, but could he really stab his own dad?

“He’s – what?” the receptionist said, flabbergasted.

If Yuu could breathe, he might have laughed.

His dad’s head turned to look at him, and Yuu swore he could feel his heart stop.

“Hello? Sir?” the person on the other end of the line asked.

Slowly, his father crawled off of his mom, still laying limp on the floor.

Awkward limbs that didn’t seem to move quite right, hands and feet that seemed unsure on the ground. His mouth was caked in blood. There was something stuck between his teeth. Glassy eyes stared at Yuu in a way that made him feel sick, because his father might have been one to enjoy dry humor, but he had never looked quite so empty before.

Yuu grabbed the overturned chair, holding it like some kind of shield as his – the something crawled toward him.

And then his mother started to move, too. Flopping over onto her stomach. Slowly rising, using the nearby counter to push herself up, like a toddler just learning the ropes of being a human.

Her neck was still bleeding sluggishly.

“Y-Yuu,” the thing inside his father said.

His mother made a gurgling sound, as if in agreement.

Yuu’s back hit the wall.

The things clearly weren’t used to their bodies. Could he make a break for it?

But Grim was still around somewhere, wasn’t he? He was supposed to protect the cat… but the cat had done this, hadn’t he?

He didn’t get enough time to think it over, because his mother lunged toward him.

Yuu hit her with the chair.

The chair shattered upon impact.

It didn’t even seem to register the pain.

It fell on top of him, taking his face into its clumsy hands, swiping its thumbs beneath his eyes. No amount of shoving at its chest was deterring it. It forced his head back.

Yuu pressed back further into the wall, trying to delay the inevitable.

He felt it tuck its head into the crook of his neck.

Yuu went very still.

Was it messing with him? Why was it not killing him?

His father’s body reached him, then, wrapping around one of his legs, clinging to him.

Yuu couldn’t move. Shouldn’t move. It didn’t seem aware that he was still alive. Maybe it was going by T-Rex rules! Maybe he was fine so long as they just forgot he wasn’t some really human-esque furniture!

Lips pressed against his neck.

It was short. A chaste peck.

Yuu retched and jerked away, tripping over his father’s body in his haste.

He was back on his feet in seconds, his heart pounding in his chest in time with his footsteps as he made a mad dash for his room.

His phone –.

Was a lost cause, tucked behind the thing inhabiting his father.

He slammed his bedroom door shut behind him, pressing back against it to keep it from opening, even as the monsters on the other side banged their fists against the wood.

He wouldn’t be able to keep them out for long. It was two fully-grown adults versus one scrawny teenager. His odds were terrible even if the two of them could die. Which, considering his mom had had her throat torn open, only to continue on as if nothing was amiss, he wasn’t sure they could.

So, they’d come in and get him and he’d become one of them and –.

His cat stood in the center of the room. Green fur glistened in the sunlight streaming through the windows. Its mouth was still dripping with his father’s blood.

Yuu’s breath caught in his throat.

It got closer and closer, and there was nothing Yuu could do. If he moved away from the door, then they would be able to get in. And they would have no trouble pinning him down, at least not in comparison to a cat. He could always just punt the thing, maybe.

It would only buy him a few seconds at most, and he wasn't sure making it mad was a good idea.

Blood dripped onto his shoe.

The anxiety that had been creeping up the back of his throat finally made its way to the surface. Yuu doubled over, throwing up the breakfast bar he’d managed to get down that morning before running to school.

God, was that really just a few hours ago?

He felt a paw settle on the back of his hand.

His next heave was completely dry, more of a gag than anything.

Yuu’s arms trembled beneath him, and that was all of the warning he got before he collapsed against the floor, just barely managing to avoid the puddle of his own sick.

The things were still pounding against his door. His heart thudded in time with every knock. Dully, Yuu thought that the things must not know how to open doors.

Not that it mattered, when there was one so close to him.

He watched the thing approach him. Slowly, warily, as if it were scared he’d run away or attack it if it got too close too quickly.

It crept its way closer, stepping gingerly over one of his hands, making its way over to his chest.

Yuu squeezed his eyes shut tight.

It didn’t bite him.

It settled itself down on his chest and started to purr.

Yuu stared at it, watching it rise and fall with every quick, panicked breath.

Slowly, shakily, he lifted a hand to scratch it behind the ears.

It leaned into his touch.

~

[mysouleaten]

raining cats and dogs ! [pt 3]

tokyo rev cats/dogs x gn! reader

summary ... it only started with [name] taking in two strays when they were driving home from work, it was pouring and the two poor strays were soaked! you couldn't leave them… so you took them in

warnings ... fluff, fluff, fluff, and more fluff, weird dude

[part one] [part two] [part three].... [part four]

you were sitting in the pet clinic for over four hours. the sun was setting and the moon was slowly rising

you looked down at your phone '6:14 pm' was the time

you looked up at the door where the people took your new rescue

you slumped back into your chair, hoping this would soon be over, you had two other cats at home waiting for you

you sat up when you saw a man with a box --and a towel covering it-- come out, he looked around and then put the box down on the counter

"mx...[name]?" he hesitantly asked

"yep, that's me!" you said and stood up to walk the man in the white coat

"ah! yes, so your cat is in the box here" the man patted the box softly and continued "we stitched him up, gave him some pills, and gave him his rabies shots... he was a stray correct?"

"yep, he was.. found him somewhere, I didn't want to leave him, ya know?" you scratched the back of your neck

"I know what you mean, its good that your bright him here, another minute and the poor thing would have died," he said and continued, "I think you also brought two others before here right?" he asks

"yeah I did" you nod

"mhm, well here you go" he handed you a pill bottle "these are for him after he wakes up, make sure he eats one every day, they are vitamins and pain relievers"

"okay got it, do I feed them by themselves or with food?" you ask

"they are bitter so yes you can feed them with food" he nodded "oh and before you go, please make another appointment after a week, alright? I wanna make sure he's healthy"

you nodded again and carefully took the box into your arms and left the clinic. something about that guy... rubbed you the wrong way.. maybe it was just you

you carefully put the box into the casket in front of your motorbike and sat down and started the engine

you looked at the clinic again and the same guy was standing there with his hands behind his back, you shivered then drove off

'maybe I should find another clinic..' you thought

you drive into your apartment complex's parking lot and park next to your car

turning off your motorbike and grabbing the box and putting it on the sidewalk, turning back to your bike you grabbed the chain from under the seat of the bike and wrap the chain through the bike's wheel and warp the chain around a poll finally locking it

it's better to be safe than sorry was what your brother says to you, plus this is his bike and you don't want it stolen

turning to the box where your new fluffy friend is in. picking the box up and walking towards the stairs and up

you unlock the door and close it back when you step into your home

"im home!" you say, then you hear small paw steps and meows coming from your room

you saw take' and peachy run towards you, meowing their little hearts out too you

crouching down with the box in your lap "heeey, sorry for being so late! I found this little guy!- or well he's kinda big actually, hahah"

peachy and take' step up with their front paws on your knees and try to take a peek into the box

"be careful alright? the big guys hurt.. found him at a car dump.. lots of other cats there too" you say

but you didn't see take' 's eyes widen and he stepped off your knee. peachy takes a step back too when you stand up

"ok how about you guys name your new friend while I make food?" you say as you put down the box on your window seal. peachy and take' jump up there

you stare down at the box before you hear a meow then you look at peachy

"haha this is a bit creepy isn't it?" you ask and she meows as to say 'yes'

you scratch the back of your head "well keep him safe ok? I'll go make food now" you say and back away from your cuties

coming back once more to give peachy and take' kissies on their heads, they seem to appreciate the attention

you even see take' cover his face with his paws and peachy snuggling into take' 's body

you retreat into the kitchen to set the food for your friends and an extra bowl for the new friend

how lucky are you to have another friend?

you didn't even realize how many more friends are soon gonna join your family

taglist... @sixxze @ploxpoke @q-the-rockaholic @dancingnewcat @ariachaos @cashout-princess

if anyone would like to be part of the tag list for this series please let me know!!

[hiemaldesirae]

Okay, so everyone is all cursed cat Alastor *hates* Vox...but what if It absolutely ADORES Vox? What if it's just like Alastor's Shadow, and it holds ALL of the emotions Alastor won't show? So it's ALL over Vox? Vox can't get a moment alone, cursed cat!Alastor is ALWAYS with him. Following him, loving on him. Only allows Vox to pet him...attacks regular Alastor when he attacks Vox, actually *defeating him.* (Alastor hates that Cat. And is ridiculously jealous.)

oh i endorse this 100%. i wrote a little snippet for it even LMFAO

it gets a tad long so ill leave it under the cut. it is mostly word vomit but . you know.. hopefully u guys enjoy :)

"We should really consider just putting the poor thing out of its misery," Alastor shoots a glare at the curled up lump on the carpet, its foaming mouth bound with rope, even as it chews furiously at its restraints. "Why, if we didn't, we would be violating our own 'no pets' policy!"

"Alastor..." Charlie frowns at her hotelier, before chancing a hesitant glance back at the creature. "Look, no one's perfect, right? Can't we try giving the cat a chance, at least?"

The other residents in the room- Angel, Husk, Vaggie, and even Lucifer himself- all give her blank eyed stares, Angel and Husk in particular rolling up their sleeves to show off the long, deep gouges in their arms.

"Charlie, honey, I think I speak for everyone here when I say you should just let Alastor get rid of it," Vaggie grimaces. "I know you love animals and all, but that- *thing* isn't safe to be around."

"What? Come on, it's sweet!" Charlie turns around, her back to the creature as she motions to it, completely unawares of the furry animal finally chewing through the final bit of rope as it lunges for her, much to the horror of the other hotel inhabitants.

An hour later, Alastor finds himself and his shadow traversing the streets of Pentagram City with the creature held securely in his shadow's grip. "Hmm... so, then, where should we dispose of this little pest? Ah, I have an idea."

He snaps his fingers and in a moment, reappears in a cloud of black, smokey shadow- right in front of the Vee's tower. With a swift motion to his shadow attendant, his doppelganger releases the cat-like creature from its claws, the feral little creature immediately charging the doors of the tower once it's let free. Alastor barely manages to hold back a snort before he once more steps back into the shadows- tomorrow, he'd check back again and see how it was going for Vox. With any luck, the results would be entertaining.

Vox gets the notification in the middle of a meeting. It takes merely the wave of his hand to dismiss the investors and step out, rolling his eyes as he prepares to deal with Val or Vel's shit again for the twentieth time today.

"What is it now...?" He frowns down at his phone, before noticing his assistant's contact on the phone. "Dei? What is it? Did something happen to Lis?"

"Uh, no, it's not anything like that, Sir," the aquatic sinner responds nervously. "Though, um... well, we have a little bit of an emergency, kind of. Not... really, since it's mostly under control now, but we lost a few employees in the scuffle--"

"Just tell me what happened," Vox heaves a long suffering sigh as he presses a claw to his screen, ready to send out apology gift baskets to HR again.

"Um. Well, there is a... Populis calls it a cat, but I'm quite sure it's not any sort of 'typical' animal at all, especially since it has antlers and a monocle... anyway. There's this... *creature* just kind of running around on the main floor, and it took out about five workers before Baxter managed to subdue it."

Vox blinks once, then twice, and then sighs again. "I swear to fucking God- okay, go and contact HR so they can get you all tested for rabies or whatever the fuck it is down in Hell, and I'll come to deal with the fucking cat thing."

"Yes, sir," Dei replies dutifully before the line goes dead. Vox groans before schooling himself and his expression and disappearing into a flash and electric current, teleporting all the way down to the first floor of the Vee's tower.

"S-sir!" Papermint comes running toward him first, looking worried. "Um... so, uh, when Dei went to get the cat creature, it sort of attacked him too--"

"For fucks sake, do none of you know how to do your job properly?" Vox pinches his screen again, thoroughly done. It was fucking Tuesday and he was already hoping for the end of the week. Get rich and famous, they told you. It'll be fun, they told you. Fun his fucking ass-- he has to spend his morning sitting through investment meetings and now, having to deal with a rabid Hell animal and the fact that it was mowing down his workers like some sort of demented lawnmower. Fucking great, just what he needed.

He stomps into the main hallway with the little eel sinner trailing awkwardly behind him, eyes widening in surprise as he takes in the scene before him.

On the ground, his main assistants Dei and Populis grapple with a tiny red animal.

It... looks somewhat like a cat, if a cat had an unholy union with whatever kind of deer Alastor was. And it also had a monocle, and was foaming at the mouth (yeah, definitely rabies), while his tech administrator Baxter stood to the side and watched with a bucketful of popcorn in hand. Logi, possibly the only normal sinner he had under his employment, was trying her damnednest to pull the cat- who, by the way, was winning the fight with BOTH his assistants- off of Dei, whose ear was currently in its mouth.

"I really need a drink," Vox groans before he rolls his sleeves up and walks forwards into the fray, the air around him crackling with static electricity as he intends to separate the fighters, whether with force or not- but to his surprise, he doesn't need to use any force at all.

Instead, when the little cat creature sees him, its eyes light up before it lets go of Dei's ear, the manta ray sinner letting out a groan of relief before collapsing onto the floor, the other assistants rushing to help him up. The cat, on the other hand, leaps up at Vox, who instinctively catches it in his arms. It purrs as it rubs against him, seemingly no longer hostile towards any of the other sinners in the room.

Vox stares down at the cat. It stares up at him, then grins.

It's... kind of cute, actually. In a really weird, freaky way.

"Uh... boss?" Baxter raises an eyebrow as he looks at the cat held securely in Vox's arms, then at the gaggle of sinners trying to make sure that Dei doesn't bleed out. "You gonna help, or...?"

Vox rolls his eyes before he sends a bolt of electricity over at the sinner and burns the bite, effectively cauterizing and closing the wound. "I'll have HR deal with it and get Dei a week's worth of paid recovery. Any more than that and I'm not covering it. You guys just get back to work after the cleanup crew comes, got it?"

He sighs down at the creature in his arms as he walks out of the main lobby, frowning to himself. "What am I going to do with you...? I've got a fitting with Dorian later, and he's *definitely* not gonna allow you in... and what the hell do you even eat, anyway? Better not be my workers- and oh dear god, I've got Vark, too, I can't believe I forgot about him-"

Still, even as he grumbles to himself, Vox can't help but recognize the truth: no matter what difficulties this little shit brings him, he's definitely keeping it.

A week's worth of time passes before Alastor finally finds some free time to go off and take a look at how his *esteemed* rival has been doing. He's half expecting half the Entertainment District to be destroyed by the time he returns, but there's nothing of the sort. In fact, business seems to be going about as usual... but then again, this may be one more of the TV demon's methods of avoidance. Vox *was* always a good actor, after all-- even if his own life was falling apart, he would never let that show.

So with that reassurance settled in himself, Alastor decides to take a risky move and get in closer range to his target- he slips into the shadows surrounding the crowd of reporters gathering around the ground floor of the Vee's Tower, clamouring for the chance to see the Media Overlord in the flesh.

Strangely, they all seem more chatty today-- Alastor didn't recall any sort of holiday being today, so it seemed that there was more information to be heard... and *that* was surprising, the revelation that something interesting may have happened while he was gone. Was it perhaps because of the hellspawn he'd dropped off a week earlier?

His question is answered not even a moment later, when Vox steps out of the doors, a confident grin on his face and a small, hissing red creature draped around his neck like a scarf.

Alastor's eye twitches.

Did he *keep* the damned thing? And why the *fuck* was he absentmindedly petting its fucking ears?! *That should have been him!*

[kerubimcrepin]

Liveblog: Wakfu Season 1 (episodes 1-9)

NOTE: I will be doing rewatch liveblogs of multiple episodes per post, because the focus of this blog isn't on the Wakfu cast, and I am not as well versed in their characterisations, so I won't even have much analysis to show you. Sorry ^^;;

Episode 1 - The Child from the Mist

I promise not to get sappy, but seeing season 1 after all these years does make me quite emotional. Ah, how the time flies.

Thank god I'm not a Yugo lore blog. I'd have to translate this too, as if I didn't go through enough psychological trauma. 💀

The sheer Bitch Olympics that would happen if Ruel opened a restaurant and you-know-which-three-men entered it, would cause at least 5 casualties.

I need this so bad. You have no idea how much I need this.

Episode 2 - Yugo the Eliatrope

I hang onto every mention of Bonta like a lifeline. I know Ruel might be lying, but imagining him having some marginal connection though like, Ruel's buddies knowing some people who know buddies of Jurgen-Crepins, is making me giddy.

Remember this tree. It will be important later.

Episode 3 - The Black Crow

Guys I think Ruel likes Bonta.

Anyway now I'm imagining the Bitch Olympics that would happen if he tried to haggle with Kerubim. Pangaea would explode.

I like to imagine this is the sort of life that would await Kerubim, had Lou not been smart enough to flee from the relationship.

[remembers Joris canonically does cartography as a hobby] I think I hauve covid.

Also yes, this episode is the return of the one and only Grav'Mar'Av.

Episode 4 - The Ugly Pageant

[linguistics major voice] It's just that y'know I really wonder what Ecaflip tongue is like and and. Personally, I think Joris is fluent in Ecaflip tongue, but can be a bit rusty at reading and writing it, while—— [I am forcefully taken off stage by the police]

Episode 5 - The Magnificent Five

One of my life dreams is writing a fic that's set during the Wakfu manga, or shortly after it, with Joris on the ship from the manga, or with the Wakfu cast being quests at his home.

The reason I want to do this, is that political discussions between Evangelyne and Joris would go so hard, whether they agree or disagree. They're both the sort of person who can masterfully turn every innocuous topic to Ogrest's Chaos/Monarchy/Climate Change/War. That, and I am a big believer in Evanglelyne&Joris&Amalia friendship (since Amalia and Eva probably had known him as kids, due to politics.)

Episode 6 - Vampyro

I think everyone who wears an enchanted cape to look cooler is a bit of a try-hard edgelord. Sorry not sorry, but this applies to Julith as well.

Episode 7 - Poisonous Beauty

[approaches mic yet again, more haggard, obviously beaten] Rabies confirmed to exist in Krosmoz.

Episode 8 - Xav the Baker

This moment is so important to me. You have no idea how important it is. Yugo and Eva both know that there's not much that he can do to bribe her. And its hilarious.

[puts on tinfoil hat] We know that Chtibrout Town and Xav the Baker are in Amakna. This means that this town is very famous for its baking — enough for a foreign king to be interested, and for a person from Bonta to come to compete here.

That, or this line of thinking is just a sign of my declining mental state.

Episode 9 - Ruel's Bag

The map lore deepens.

A third underwear pervert has hit the pentagon.

[guerillas-of-history]

🟢 Martyr Izz El-Din Al-Qassam Brigades:

—

In the name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful

"And do not consider those who have been killed in the cause of Allah as dead; rather, they are alive with their Lord, receiving provision."

O sons of our struggling Palestinian people...

O masses of our Arab and Islamic nation:

The Martyr Izz El-Din Al-Qassam Brigades exalts the ascension of the great martyr leader Yahya Sinwar "Abu Ibrahim", leader of the Islamic Resistance Movement Hamas, who ascended, advancing and not retreating, in the most honorable of battles in defense of the blessed Al-Aqsa Mosque and our people and their legitimate rights. It is a source of pride for our movement to present leaders before soldiers, and for its leaders to lead the convoy of martyrs of our people who gave their lives and blood for the sake of Allah and on the path to liberating Palestine, and for its leader to be martyred among his fighting brothers, a hero engaged in combat with the invaders who thought that Gaza could be an easy prey for their cowardly army.

The journey of our leader, Abu Ibrahim, was an honorable jihadist journey, during which he was from the founding generation of the Islamic Resistance Movement, Hamas, and its military and security apparatuses. He sacrificed the prime of his youth as a prisoner in the occupation’s prisons for more than twenty years before he was released with his head held high in the “Loyalty of the Free" deal. Once he was released from prison, he insisted on continuing the journey of jihad, refusing to rest. He supervised the movement’s military work in the three regions and had an important role in the path of unifying the resistance fronts on the road to Al-Quds. Then he headed the Movement in Gaza, and his leadership period constituted a qualitative shift in its advocacy, political and military journey that culminated in Al-Aqsa Flood and in the path of national relations and joint resistance work. He later led the movement at home and abroad following the martyrdom of the great leader Ismail Haniyeh.

When the resistance factions, with Hamas at the forefront, decided to enter this major, decisive battle in the history of the Palestinian people's struggle and our nation's journey, they knew the price of liberation was very high, a price all nations paid before freeing themselves from their occupiers. They were ready to lead the ranks of the sacrificers, offering both leaders and soldiers, refusing to submit to the enemy or remain silent about its oppression and theft of our people's legitimate rights. Our jihad will not cease until Palestine is liberated, the last zionist is expelled, and all our legitimate rights are restored. The greatest proof is that after a year of the Al-Aqsa Flood battle, our people have neither broken nor surrendered, despite the immense costs and the brutal genocidal crimes of the zionist entity.

This criminal enemy is delusional if it thinks that by assassinating the great leaders of the resistance such as Sinwar, Haniyeh, Nasrallah, Al-Arouri and others, it can extinguish the flame of the resistance or push it to retreat. Rather, it will continue and escalate until the legitimate goals of our people are achieved. Martyrdom is the highest thing our leaders desire, and their blood will be a beacon that lights the path to liberation and a fire that burns the aggressors. Our leaders have left behind hundreds of thousands of fighters from our people and our nation who are determined to confront the zionist occupation until Palestine and Al-Aqsa Mosque are cleansed of its filth and it is swept away from our land, Allah willing.

Indeed, it is a jihad of victory or martyrdom.

Martyr Izz El-Din Al-Qassam Brigades - Palestine

Friday 15 Rabi' al-Thani 1446 AH corresponding to 18/10/2024 AD

[random-vyxx]

Sooo! Nn DIALTOWN HEADCANONS!! (Tw there are brief mentions of suicide-) [ill get to dsaf headvanons in a different post]

(Also there's a LOT.)

Gingi:

• phonegingi and typegingi are separate beings.

• biology is determined on whats funniest in context.

• can change their sex at will,, like a frog,

• sometimes sleeps at the foot of norms bed like some fatass dog /lovingly /inspiredby that one nrom blog

• they have an immense dislike of beans.

• when asked about any sort of beans they get defensive.

• red-green colour blind

• purrs,,

• has adhd ,,, because,, they,, akt like me,, *

• thinks the narrator and it are homoerotic, the narrator just wants to go home.

• has a hang in there cat poster in its tent.,, stole it from Billy's alternary school when smuggling him out to ask for help summoning satan.

• likes liquorice.

• every 1-3 years gingi has to get a rabies shot. WILL NOT go alone. Has to get someone to take her or else he IS biting a veterinarian.

• Gingi has broken a limb before, they tried gnawing it off but got distracted by an un-watched construction site (gravel yummy yummy)

Karen

• were married. /JOKR.. /perchance?!

• is not only protective of romantic companions (me rn: 🤓👆),, just anyone she likes.

• she doesn't stim often (repressing it n whatnot), but when she does its usually something simple like bouncing onto her heels. *

• HATTTEEESSS blueberries. Oh my god unless they're ripe in the right way she physically cannot make herself eat them. Likes the taste but GOD she cant deal with them. *

• sometimes when she has a painting she didn't like the outcome of, she lets gingi gnaw on it. (She uses non-toxic paints when painting near gingi)

• smart, but she can make dumb decisions out of impulse.

• goth phase, but eventually got out of it because she just.. Didn't like it anymore.

• girlboss, i love her! !!

• her boss HATED her!

• sometimes she gets art block and stares at the canvas, contemplating if shes actually an artist.

• found a leaf that looked strangely like Charlie Chaplin, showed it to gingi and gingi devoured it instantly.

Randal.

• Randy finds it very hard to sleep naturally!! He will curl up around the airvent in the ticket booth.

• shares a braincell with Oliver n Karen.

• as pathetic as he is, can be pretty damn assertive at times.

• not sexually, bro would be shook if he held your HAND.

• he daydreams about some disney ass "getting pushed onto the dance floor and #ROCKING IT!!!!! " (If he got pushed onto a dance floor hed cry.)

• HAS drempt (dreampt? ) about invader zim and rainbow dash frim mlp beating the shit out of him. Has cried to Oliver about it, and Oliver asked if he did or did not deserve their beating,, in the dream.

• honestly kinda in love with Oliver.

• has honestly known Karen a BIT longer than hes known Oliver,, probably met her after leaving his dads house at 16.

• anytime he passes by the swan pond while walking back to the funfair, he starts shaking

• religious trauma, but meeting god kinda eased his fears a bit

• maybe it was the whole "god is really just an alcoholic hobo.. Hm... Maybe im nOT going to hell! He just like me fr! ",, still scared of him tho since if his life got that bad god aint in control.

• ASS EYESIGHT!! cant afford repairs.

• Randy will scarf down ANY food given. Hes usually nervous about being given stuff, but food? No questions asked, already consumed

Oliver

• has some crazy ass habits

• OLIVER IS SMART. IM TIRED OF PRETENDING HES NOT. HE CAN ACT ON IMPULSE, YES, HE CAN MAKE BAD DECISIONS, YEAH, HELL HE CAN SAY DUMB/IMMATURE SHJT BHT HE UD SMAR HE ISS SMA

• actually a pretty good welder, just sometimes uses it for... Evil.

• he welded a dick then him and gingi giggled about it for 38 minutes. He hides it around the scareshack sometimes and when mr dickens finds it, he sighs and places it somewhere new to continue this GOD AWFUL game.

• jokes about committing crimes, but wouldn't,, chaotic good type shiz.

• romance is boring ahh self.*

• likes randy,, but subtly, since hes greyromantic

• once listened to "kiss me son of god" by they might be giants so long he felt physical withdrawal when he WASN'T listening to it. Would pay money to listen to it for the first time again. ****

• used to overbind just because hed forget hes wearing a binder. Average conversation would be like "god randy i feel sick as FUCKK... " "maybe get that checked out..? " "like my chest hurts n shit,, iunno if its actually serious but it does hurt" ".. Oliver are you wearing the binder thingy... If thats what its called-? "*

• Oliver speaks in stage directions, instead of right, he says "stage left"

Bigfoot

• it takes a lot to coax Bigfoot into the city, usually more responsive when karen does it.

• no longer allowed near a car. *

• actually knows several languages, just doesn't speak.

• dude its Bigfoot what can i say, he like 'naners.

Norm

• INTRUSIVE thoughts. Bro is tweaking. *

• whenever he gets intrusive thoughts he feels PHYSICALLY SICK. Like one he gets is doing what he was going to do in the bad ending. One bullet for mingus, one for himself. He wouldn't, definitely not. Giving up his happy ending would be stupid and he knows that. He cant control it though. Thats what intrusive thoughts are. He has yet to tell anybody about them. (Yes im starting his hcs with these two)

• bisexual, had the awakening during his isolation.. Fill in the blanks.

• the hat he wears is,, thank god,, not the infamous erotica hat. Though he has yet to get RID of the erotica hat.

• used to play bloody knuckles. I SWEAR ITS FUN*

• bickers with Mingus a lot, but sometimes they're calm (prolly after some hijinks.)

• was a fucking hOMO for Callum, it was not mutual, and he knew that.*

(tHIS IS NOT ME VILLAIN-IZING ANYONE HERE ITA OKAY TO NOT LIKE SOMEONE BACK I JUST NEED TO ADD TJIS DISCLAIMER BECAUSE SOEM PEOPLE FUCKING SUCK)

• God gets him to make omelettes sometimes. Norm is somewhat freaked out by it, but does it nonetheless because its fucking god.

• sometimes sees bad edits of spaceships going into space on Facebook reels... And he HAS gotten nostalgic over it. *

• isn't ready to date anybody, no siree, but he is able to form close bonds. And thats okay!!!

• sleeps with a rifle under his pillow*

• after little to no contact with fellow humans for YEARS, he is DOGSHIT at several social cues. I dont know if its the autism or the isolation anymore.... Vro also doesn't know about several important events!

• ended up giving gingi a turnip so theyd DHUT UP.

• asked my dad for ideas, he just "double cheeseburger". I dont know what this means.

• The ink spots fan at heart 💖

Mayor Mingus

• The mingling has a specific pin to show they're in it, but nobody knows what it means so they just look fruity. Mingus didn't accept the pin idea, but they did it any ways. She REFUSES to acknowledge the fact she put it on a board in her office.

• Has cat like behaviors,, obviously,, but sometimes shit like purring shows and she HATES it.

• post chapter 3, shes less frantic about fixing callum, but wont put him down,, never.

• head overheats easily become cats cant sweat (a lot)

• tries to get people to shut up as soon as possible, but will negotiate if she deems it necessary. *

• strangely knows "McDonald's lore". Doesn't elaborate.

• Mingus and the rest of the mingling are back as a group, gods no longer in it and bunnys there!!

• has a list of citizen's she dislikes immensely!! If this got leaked, she'd be in big trouble. *

• catnip works. Well. Too well.

• tango will find her high off her ass on catnip,,, just staring at a lamp like a fucking moth.

• The mingling isnt ENTIRELY incompetent now that bunnys back, theyre kinda together as a crime force. Shooty and stabby have yet to be given real weapons but they're still there so the REST of the mafia can say "Honey... We can call the MAYOR for this disrespect. "

• Passively aggressively says "Im fine. " if shes pissed off. [Needs al-kee-hol.. Aka milk]*

• walks her paw-paw around the nursing home just to keep him a little fit. Callum does NOT know who thos strange cat lady is but hes okay with that.

• tired mom-core

• AROACSE!!!! ACE!!! ARO!!!*

[The next characters wont have as many headcanons.]

Abel

• his complaining taught everyone his legal name was "Unabel". Everyone calls him that now.

• Drinks on the job.

• going through a messy divorce. He started it.

• Abelvynny??!!!

• hes alergic to peppermint and coconut.

• strange deja vu when he sees certain phones,, like... Whoever the hell Joe and Harry are, and Tango too for some reason. It confuses him and he does NOT like it.

Bunny

• ABEL DIVORCED HIS ASS WHILE BUNNY WAS IN THE HOSPITAL.

• Disabled because of getting slammed with a fucking machine.

• has prosthetic legs,, because,,, getting slammed with madame mediocre,, AND a call back to callum crown.

• ALSO drinks on the job

• doesn't actually like rabbits, changed his name for marketing.

• eats lemons. *

God / Local Hobo

• RARELY gets seriously mad, and when they do, its not that bad

• Churches weird him out,, but doesn't really care. *

• everyone in town knows them in some way.

• hes the one who pissed on the bank floor

• doesn't actually like eating waffles. He'll eat anything but waffles just are for decorative purposes in his mind.

• genderfluid,, but hes usually too drunk to use anything other than he/they.. Used to use everything though. Maybe when sober they'll use she/her,, but again, rarely sober.

• also has a feminine voice,,, just for sillies. *

Shooty n Stabby

• team rocket type shit

• they datin. They queer.

• their head was done by some dude in an alleyway between an applebees and a hospital.

• Originally he knife headed one is stabby, the gun headed one is shooty. They don't know that,, because they only call eachother "bro".

• dialtown mob isn't even that bad.. They're just incompetent. Like zim compared to the rest of the irken empire. Im sorry invader zim brainrots getting to me.

• HAD good weapons before, because mingus didn't know how shitty they were. Never again. Mingus learnt her lesson.

Theoraur Rustlebelt (famed adventurer and explorer)

• chronic back pain from wrangling large animals. Pain

• Put traps outside of gingis tent, gingi ate them

• sleeps holding a gun.

• says bully so much because its FUCKUNG A FUN WORD OKAY I UNDERSTAND THE HYPWY,, BULLY IS A FUN FUCKJNV WKRD*

• likes the colour green a little.. Too much, just doesn't ever wear it.

Little Billy

• Drinks pure ketchup and its scary. *

• Neurodivergent ,, *

• weed. Lots. [[[Most people thinks it's just kid shit, hes high. who gave him weed. ]]]

• Likes breakcore music (like atari teenage riot and machine girl ) *

• hates everyone equally ♡*

• peanut allergy,, but he mainly eats macaroni so does it matter????

• has one of those silly ass spinny chairs to keep him focused in mingling meetings,, but still easily diverges topic [SPINNY CHAOR IDEA WAS TAKEN FROM SOMEONE ELSS BHT I FORGOT FROM WHOM]

• knows a little too much about knives.*

• favourite knife is a bowie knife, since he finds the history neat. Thinks Jim Bowie did some SICK stuff... But like,, jim bowies still a terrible person and he knows it. Stoll that standoff was epic. This is self projecting im sorry***

• lies a lot, even when not needed. *

• picks up spiders and gives them to people he dislikes. *

• aroace,, but hes 7 so he doesn't know yet.. Nor care.

END!!!!! the amount of aroace headcanons is for a spECIFIC REASON!! (im aroace.)

[werepuppy-steve]

wayne takes him hunting one season and while eddie doesn’t particularly enjoy waking up before the sun and bundling himself in camouflage and traffic cone orange on a saturday, he does enjoy a good homecooked meal made with meat you hunted yourself. makes him feel good about what’s going into his body (though you’ll never hear him pass up burger king, especially if someone else is paying.)

eddie’s got himself a hefty prize pile going in the sled they brought, made up of smaller game.

(he’s only a little disappointed it isn’t deer season.)

wayne’s grumpy about it and says eddie’s got an advantage because of his age and his eyesight being better. normally, they’d be in the woods from sunup to sundown, but wayne’s gotta work the next day, a rare day shift, so they call it quits around three pm. wayne gets his last shot in and he goes to pick the animal up, lamenting the lack of a retriever dog as his knees crack and pop, when he hears a rustling in a nearby tree trunk.

ah shit.

a tiny, furry grey head pops up and wayne doesn’t figure it’s old enough to fend for itself yet. he motions for eddie with a flick of his fingers and puts them to his lips. he drops the body in the sled as eddie scruffs the raccoon kit and lifts it from the tree so it doesn’t put up a fight and scratch or bite him. they’re strapped for cash enough as it is and rabies shots are expensive.

“what do we do with it?” he asks, holding the thing up to eye level. it can’t be more than a couple months old, still completely dependent on its mother for survival.

wayne sighs and starts packing their gear. “got a buddy who works at the rehab center. we’ll take it there and see if they can do anything.”

the drive there, eddie keeps the little thing tucked into his coat. the middle of january still brings cold snaps and snow and the animal is shaking despite its thick winter fur. eddie thinks it’s kind of cute.

they were right about the raccoon’s age; around three months, wayne’s buddy estimates from her weight. she’s a female, which delights eddie for a reason he can’t explain. after she’s got her shots, he tells them that, legally, they need a permit to keep her, but since he and wayne go back a ways, he can let a few things slide.

so they go home and dig out an old cage to keep her in until she stops growling and hissing at them when they get close to her. she lives off a diet of eggs mixed in milk and has to be bottle fed. it’s eddie’s favorite part of the day because he gets to hold her and he thinks she’s getting used to it because she stops trying to squirm out of his arms and doesn’t bite him as often. (there's a photo on the fridge of eddie covered in ban-aids and holding her in one arm, giving the camera a thumbs up with the other, a giant grin on his face. 'progress!' is written on the bottom.)

he calls in a favor to nancy and asks if her mom has any of holly’s baby clothes and she is rightfully curious.

“it’s for a raccoon.”

“….right.”

he dresses her up and thankfully, nancy brings diapers (he doesn’t ask how awkward that particular shopping trip was) because the baby has started treating the trailer like her bathroom and wayne’s already threatened to throw her back out into the woods if he has to clean up another mess. so she walks around the place in her little onesie and diaper like the little trailer park princess she is and everyone knows who she belongs to. max has already claimed the spot for cool aunt.

eddie has to stop himself from buying a secondhand stroller.

unfortunately, he's spent the last couple weeks so caught up in the thrill of being a single parent, he forgets that he’s not actually single at all.

steve pulls into the trailer park on a cold, cloudy day and before he can even get a foot out the car, he’s greeted by a raccoon wearing a pastel pink onesie with white lace frills that’s clearly meant for a human baby. he blinks down at it, visibly confused, and looks around to see where it came from.

the trailer door suddenly opens and his boyfriend is yelling with all the energy of an exasperated parent, hands on his hips and a dish rag thrown over one shoulder, a baby bottle in one hand,

“jezebel munson, you get your furry lil hind end back inside this trailer right now!”

as if the raccoon understood, it toddles toward the porch steps and eddie moves aside to let it pass, pointing inside. “straight to the couch, little missy!”

steve slowly follows behind her and stops at the last step, watching as the animal climbs a jerry-rigged set of steps next to the couch.

“eddie. what the hell.”

eddie turns to grin down at him, hands still on his hips. "we're parents now, stevie! meet your daughter, jezebel.”

steve can only sigh and pinch the bridge of his nose before accepting his fate and going inside for father daughter bonding time.

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