#Nyan Wanderer

[truenature2428]

(Nyan Wanderer)

[bace-jeleren]

NYAN NEKO SUGAR GIRLS JUMPSCARE!

[pinker4life]

Nyan cat Wander by Lilbob2000 on DeviantArt

I drew it myself. Please like and comment. No mean comments.

[yuribeamed]

i’ve been Thinking about wandering cultivator peerless cucumber/chrysanthemum…

the coquette bow moment was inspired by all the adorable shen nyans i’ve seen who wear bows. consider me influenced!!

[razmerry]

My partner requests Forge and Jubilee o7. If you feel like doing more uhhhh Dazzler shes funny

forge and the jubes for your partner.... and dazzler!! she's an instagram cat but she basically runs the household so she wanders around outside sometimes and meets longstride/longshot

forge makes structures and tools out of natural things :) he is out there building cat houses out of sticks

X-Nyan

[mandiemegatron]

Aʅɱσʂƚ Tσσ Wαɾɱ

ᴬ ˢʰᵃᶜʰⁱ ˣ ᶜᶦˢ!ᶠᵉᵐ ᴿᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

ᴿᵃᵗᵉᵈ: ᴹ // ᶠⁱⁿᵍᵉʳⁱⁿᵍ, ᵗʰʳⁱˡˡ ᵒᶠ ᵍᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᶜᵃᵘᵍʰᵗ, ˢᵉᵐⁱ-ᵖᵘᵇˡⁱᶜ ˢᵉˣ(ᴵ ˢᵘᵖᵖᵒˢᵉ?), ˢʰᵃᶜʰⁱ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ⁿᵃˢ-ᵗᵃʸ 😈

A/N: Helloo every-nyan !! 🤭🤭💖💖 This is a special treat for my lovely fandom wife @buggyandthebartoclub AND my lovely beautiful Suga Suga @guilty-sugar who I am so blessed to know and im so happy you both put up with my crazy ass, i love u guys sm 🥺🥺🥺 and we all know Shachi is obsessed with the fact that three hotties love him 🤭🤭🤭💖💖💖 I hope you both enjoy this lil snacky-snack from your favourite Mandie 💖💖💖💖💖💖💋💋💋💋

Please like, comment or reblog if you enjoyed! Reblogging gets my works seen, please help out a struggling writer! I love u all sm my sweet, lil tangerines! Be good, stay safe 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

A breathy groan presses past your lips as Shachi's shaky fingers zip down your boiler suit, his own warm lips pressed against your throat. Sharp teeth ghosted across your skin as his hands finally tugged down the top half of the suit, desperate fingers gripping and teasing over your breasts.

"S-Shachi, wait-"

Immediately, he pulled back, his eyes staring you down worriedly over the top of his shades, his breathing heavy as he somehow gets out,

"Did I hurt you? You okay, babe?"

Your hands flutter over his face with a nod, a small smile washing over your burning face as you replied almost nervously,

"It's just... here?"

He raises an eyebrow with a wide grin, glancing up to Boiler Number 3 before glancing back down at you with a low chuckle.

"Why not here? We can make some noise and walk away sweaty without a second look from anyone else..."

He moved closer to moan lightly in your ear,

"Isn't that exciting?"

Your eyes fell shut at the feeling of his breath dancing across your skin, your smile widening slightly as you responded back by snaking your hands back around his shoulders and into his hair. You pulled him back to you, your lips finding his as if from muscle memory.

His tongue fought yours for a few moments, his hands resuming their teasing and wandering, sneaky fingers pressing against your flesh and pulling at your black cropped tank top. Your own fingers played with his firey locks, his hat sliding back until it hit the ground with a muted thump.

In a flash, he turned you around, your front pressed against the cold wall of the Tang as one of his hands wandered lower, pulling at the rest of your suit before pulling his own open, a desperate nature of him filling your senses. You could feel how slick and soaked you were, though nervous sweat beads on your skin as you glance to the side, keeping watch in case someone came around the corner quick enough to catch you two.

A choked moan reverberates off the metal as two of his long fingers press into you, a guttural sound leaving him as his teeth sink gently into the place between your shoulder and neck. He only pulls away to breathe into your ear,

"I knew you'd be fuckin' soaked, you slut."

You twitch around his fingers at the words, a low chuckle leaving him again as he curls his fingers and you see stars for a moment, the pads of his digits pressing your soft, spongy spot that sent pleasure over entire body.

"Already so close, babe? Tsk..."

He pulled out of you to motion for you to step out of one side of your suit and panties the same time as he rips his own suit down, pulling his strained cock from from his boxers. In a flash, he's pressed inside you, a loud, echoing sound leaving both of you at the feeling.

Your cunt sang for him as he began to move, the wet, pornographic sounds filling the boiler room as Shachi chases his own high. His one hand moves from holding your stomach to your neck, pressing down just enough to cut your breathing short. When you tap his forearm twice, he releases your throat and you inhale harshly, eyes rolling back with a lazy grin on your face.

"Y-you're so close, ba-babe," he almost laughs out, nearly breathless as his hips snap against your ass. "I c-can feel, how tigh- fuck..."

The building pressure inside was dizzying, your moans growing louder and louder as you begged him not to stop, your burning palms sucking in the chill from the metal wall.

"Shachi, oh God, Shachi-!"

His hips stuttered as you clenched and creamed around his cock, his rythym thrown for a second before he pounds back into you, his own moans barely muffled by your skin as he presses hot, wet kisses to anywhere he can reach.

"Fuck!"

One last, harsh thrust has him twitching and overflowing inside you, your vision going black right as someone rounds the corner. Your head falls back onto Shachis shoulder as he peppers breathless kisses to the side of your face before pulling a shaky finger to his sharp-toothed grin. You rolled your eyes with a slow nod as you both slowly come down from your high, his grip tight but welcoming on your body as his hands gently trace lovingly over your skin.

When your crew-mate finally rounded the corner to leave, Shachi slowly pulled from you, groaning at how your shared essence hit the floor. He was quicker than you, pulling himself together and grabbing paper towel, leaning down to clean the floor with a loud laugh as he watched you struggle to get back into your suit.

You threw him a withered glare, your cheeks painted a burnt pink as you finally gathered yourself, zipping up your suit and throwing your hair into a messy bun before picking up your lovers hat.

"Wasn't that fun, babe?"

You gave a short, almost barking laugh as Shachi tossed the paper towel into the trash, holding one hand out to you for you to take. You took the few steps to him and your fingers intertwined, a soft gasp leaving you as he pulled you to him roughly, his other arm wrapping around you and keeping your body to his.

"... okay, yeah. Yeah, it was fun."

He laughed loudly at your admittance before pulling you to a kiss, his love for you pouring into this one kiss that overfilled your heart. When he pulled away, his eyes watched you over his shades as you reached up to put his orca hat back where it belonged. His face broke out into a wide grin as he pulled you into a kiss again, soft murmurs of 'I love you,' escaping him.

"Are you guys done?!"

Shachi gave you one more quick kiss before lazily looking to poor Penguin and Bepo, both Heart Pirates sharing a bold, bright red face.

"You guys are nasty!" Came from poor Bepo, his voice a few octaves higher as he covered his face with large paws.

"And no invite?! Wow, feel the love, guys!" Penguin immediately got a slap over the back of his head from an embarrassed white paw.

"DON'T BE GROSS, PENGUIN!"

Shachi took the moment to laugh loudly before taking your hand once again. He took off running, pulling your tired body behind him as you both rushed past the other Hearts. You both grinned and laughed in delight as Bepo called out,

"We're gonna go tattle, you nasties!"

[thecatfight2023]

The Bracket™ is here!

here are our competitors!

to space out the polls some, we have them divided in mini-brackets (each mini bracket will be posted a day as to not overwhelm everyone with all of the polls at once)

THIS WILL ALSO BE UPDATED TO HAVE THE LINKS TO THE POLLS!!

mini-bracket 1

Mewo (OMORI) V. Spider Cat (OMORI)

Domino (Amphibia) V. Ghost (The Owl House)

Thomas O’Malley (Aristocats) V. Marie (Aristocats)

Oliver (Oliver & Co.) V. Mochi (Big Hero 6)

Cat (Coraline) V. Cheshire Cat (Alice in Wonderland)

Tasque (Deltarune) V. Tubbs (Neko Atsume)

Daffodil (Spiritfarer) V. Black Cat (The Witch’s House)

Neite (Runescape) V. Black Cat (Divinity Original Sin 2)

Alpine (Marvel) V. Goose (Marvel)

Isis (Batman: The Animated Series) V. Alfred the Cat (DC)

Mikeko (Ace Attorney) V. Shoe (Ace Attorney)

Cats (Jet Set Radio Future) V. Shadow (Super Lesbian Animal RPG)

Fat Louie (The Princess Diaries) V. Orion (Men in Black)

Milo (Milo & Otis) V. Miss Kitty Fantastico (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

Cat God (Identity V) V. Yuumi (League of Legends)

Opalescence (MLP:FIM) V. Ice Cream Kitty (TMNT 2012)

mini-bracket 2

Ichigo Momomiya [cat form] (Tokyo Mew Mew) V. Alto (Tokyo Mew Mew)

Kyo Sohma [cat form] (Fruits Basket) V. Kuro (Blue Exorcist)

Sakamoto (Nichijou) V. Kuroneko (Trigun)

Prince (Genshin Impact) V. Neko (Genshin Impact)

Pusheen (Pusheen) V. Simon’s Cat (Simon’s Cat Animations)

Nyan Cat V. Minecraft cats

Video (Strong Hearts are Mandatory) V. Ginger (Brimstone and Roses)

Midnight (Castle in the Air) V. Jenny Linsky (Jenny Linsky books)

Schrodinger’s cat V. Tuna Sandwich (Kid Cosmic)

Pura (Crash Bandicoot) V. George (Spyro)

Tom F14 (Atom: The Beginning) V. Murr (The Case Study of Vanitas)

Mausfänger (Pentiment) V. Myau (Phantasy Star)

Cam (Squishmallow) V. Autumn (Squishmallow)

Serafina (Barbie Princess and the Pauper) V. Wolfie (Barbie Princess and the Pauper)

Melog (She-Ra 2018) V. Curious Cat (RWBY)

Judd + Lil Judd (Splatoon) V. Webkinz cats (all of them)

mini-bracket 3

Tama V. FDC Willard

Stray Cat J V. Pangur

Grumpy Cat V. Miette

Jinx V. Jorts

Gandalf V. Raymond 

Smudge V. The Cat Foretold

Forever’s Brood V. Norman (SolidarityGaming)

Jellie (GoodTimesWithScar) V. BB (Jacksepticeye)

Garfield (Garfield) V. Meowth (Pokémon)

Puss In Boots (Shrek Cinematic Universe) V. Kitty Softpaws (Puss in Boots)

Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess cats V. The Garreg Mach Monastery cats (Fire Emblem: Three Houses)

Purrsula (Dragon Quest Treasures) V. Shiro/Blanche (House 1977)

Slugcat (RainWorld) V. Pussyfoot (Looney Tunes)

Li'l' Mittens (WordGirl) V. Mittens (Wander Over Yonder)

Greebo (Discworld) V. Maurice (Discworld)

You (Discworld) V. The Cat (Infinity Train)

mini-bracket 4

Cat (Ghost Trick) V. Cat (Stray)

Salem (Sabrina the Teenage Witch 1996) V. Binx (Hocus Pocus)

Firestar (Warrior Cats) V. Scourge (Warrior Cats)

Mothwing (Warrior Cats) V. Leafpool (Warrior Cats)

Sprigatito (Pokémon) V. Litten (Pokémon)

Meowstic (Pokémon) V. Shinx (Pokémon)

Jiji (Kiki’s Delivery Service) V. Luna (Sailor Moon)

Artemis (Sailor Moon) V. Diana (Sailor Moon)

Morgana (Persona 5) V. Ravage (Transformers)

Fukumaru (A Man and His Cat) V. Nyanko-Sensei (Natsume Yuujinchou)

The Judge (OFF) V. Mr. Midnight (Fran Bow)

Khoshekh (WTNV) V. Catbus (My Neighbor Totoro)

Grudge (Star Trek: Discovery) V. Spot (Star Trek: The Next Generation)

Lumi (Cats are Liquid) V. 808 (Hi-Fi Rush)

Ser Pounce-A-Lot (Dragon Age) V. Warmseeker (Elder Scrolls Online)

Frumpkin (Critical Role) V. The Admiral (TMA)

polls for mini-bracket 1 will be scheduled to post around 2 pm EST tomorrow! also reminder they will be open for 1 day each!

propaganda is encouraged!! go wild! we will do our best to reblog as much as we can and it will be tagged with "purr-opaganda" (for those who want to filter the tag). we also recommend making propaganda for your cat blorbos sooner rather than later so there's a chance for them to win!!

-mod orange

[noroi1000]

Hi hope your doing good can I ask for a request for the Nyan cat series. I’m curious about how Gojo and Geto turn into cat and do they still have their sorcerer powers even if they’re in cat form. I was hoping you can write a chapter on how they got this transformation abilities and the reason why they were interested in Y/n since in the first chapter they just suddenly appear in her apartment. Sorry if it’s too much to ask. Love you 💖

Nyan IX

"Suguru! Suguru!"

"What?"

The dark haired man entered his friend's bedroom when he called him. He didn't know why Gojo preferred him that way, but there had to be a reason.

Even if it may turn out that he found a video and wants to show it to him.

"Suguru, do you remember our mission a few days ago?" He said with a smile.

"How could I forget something that happened recently? Hurry up and tell me what it is. I'm a little busy." answered him.

"okay okay. But do you remember that cat we met when we got back?"

"The one on the street? Black and white? Yeah. I think it was homeless, really."

"I know. That's what I'm all about. But do you know what was wrong with it?"

"Hmm?"

"Didn't you feel a strange aura?"

The dark-haired man was silent, agreeing with his friend.

"So, that cat was a curse."

"what?" He grunted, looking at him strangely. "It was just a normal cat, you know… Did you eat too much sugar or what…?"

"It really was a curse! I gave it a piece of food, and you did the same! Then the cat disappeared!'

"It just went away…"

"Oh! look!"

The white-haired suddenly began to focus too much when he was sitting on the bed. He closed his eyes and calmed his breathing.

He started thinking about the cat. Until suddenly he felt a different feeling in his body. He's done that twice already. And it all worked. It will certainly be the same now.

Suddenly, white smoke appeared around the sky in a second, enveloping him. Not letting Geto see him. Even as he, alarmed, screamed and came closer to check what had just happened.

As the smoke cleared, he saw a white cat sitting on the bed. The same blue eyes he'd known for so long. Disheveled fur. But that's not logical. It's impossible for his best friend to turn into a cat!

Geto walked over to the bed and picked up the animal, watching it.

The white cat placed one soft paw on his nose, and a kind of smile appeared on his fluffy face.

"Satoru?" he murmured.

The cat meowed happily.

The moment smoke appeared around, Geto's hands were more burdened. Because Gojo appeared in front of him.

"see it? I'm a cat!" he said happily.

"This is not normal. What happened to you? Why is this happening?"

"Suguru, calm down. This is fine. See if you can too!"

"It does not make sense…"

"Please… Just think that you want to be a cat…" The white-haired man looked at him with pleading eyes.

Even though Suguru didn't want to do it, he did it.

And then a black cat appeared in the black smoke and jumped around, surprised at what had happened now.

"Suguru! That cat was a curse! We fed it, so we got a reward! We can be cats!"

Gojo suddenly saw a curse coming out of the floor in front of him, and a dark aura surrounding the black cat.

"Hey! Stop! But at least we know our techniques work while being cats!"

The curse lifted as the other man began to think that he wanted to be human.

He had changed, and now looked at his best friend reproachfully.

"Don't look at me like that, it's not my fault! We're not cursed! We can only turn into cats!"

It was true. The cat they met was a curse. However, it was a positive curse.

A creature that gave rewards for anything good for it. And if someone abused a "homeless cat" they would be killed. By a curse.

By giving him food, they both set the cat free, so he didn't have to wander around the world as a curse.

For this good deed for the animal, the cat's energy transferred to them, and made their reward the ability to change their body into a cat's body. Keeping everything except the looks.

It was some sort of reward, if you like cats. If anyone is going to talk about them, they don't mind any pets. And now that they can be cats themselves, they can see what it's like to sleep all day.

Only there is no one to caress them all day and stroke them. There is no one to take care of them and let them cuddle. There is no one to stroke their surprisingly very soft fur.

"I expected you to have long fur as a cat, Suguru." Said the white-haired, laying down on the bed.

"And I didn't expect you to be a cat… But such fur reflects the whole of you."

"Right? My paws are soft and pink! Cats are generally soft!"

"And sometimes mean…"

"Suguru, you don't like cats…?"

"I didn't say I don't like them. I don't like cats that are mean enough to bite and scratch anyone. I'm not that kind of cat." growled at him, turning sideways. He wanted to go and get back to his business.

"Oh yeah! We're nice cats! Both of us! Soft, well-groomed fur, adorable paws. We think like humans as cats!"

"Satoru, we are human. The only thing that sets us apart is that we're sorcerers… Do what you want, but I won't be a cat. At the first possible moment that I can get rid of it, I will get rid of it…"

Seeing the dark haired man leave, Gojo looked at his back and thought how to dissuade his friend from this idea.

He didn't want to give up being a cat. Even though he only turned into it three times, he didn't mind getting the cat energy.

After all, it's some sort of reward for giving away the leftovers of his chicken sandwich to the cat sitting on the bench. They gave him food, they gave him water to drink.

Gojo thought it was fun to be a cat. And if they got this skill just because they helped the cat, that's even better. New power for so little help.

He is the strongest sorcerer, they are the strongest. Therefore, the new power will be good for them. Even if on the battlefield, a cat can't do much. But at least they'll be cuter, and they'll also be able to get into smaller places than as humans.

They could also make Yaga nicer to them since the principal has a soft spot for soft objects. Mascot or cat, both are soft.

Maybe they could also manage not to live with just two people…

Suddenly, Gojo had an idea, and before his friend was out of sight, he spoke up.

"Suguru!" he shouted. He stopped. "As a cat, you could check out that girl you like in town."

Feeling a slight blush spread to his cheeks, he turned to Gojo, glaring at him.

"As cats, we can see it better from a closer distance. Without putting us at risk of being stalkers."

"…"

"Do you agree? We're cats."

"…Fine…"

Sitting in a tree, they both watched the window on the first floor of the building. There were several desks outside the window.

Employee desks. They both knew who to look at.

Girl having a desk next to the window.

They were so happy that they couldn't be seen between the branches.

It might have looked silly at first, because Geto climbed the mountain as a cat in a matter of seconds, and Gojo was following him.

He liked the feeling of his tail as he flew.

Of course, that wasn't normal because cats can't fly. That's why he couldn't fly for a long time, because it would cause anxiety and other people.

They stayed on one branch and watched.

They saw your face perfectly.

Gojo had no doubts why his friend liked you. There was no doubt. You were pretty, you could smile, and your smile was so pretty. You were also hardworking, and you also had some character. Because not long ago they both knew how you threw a pen across the room because you couldn't concentrate and you had problems with documents.

Turns out they both took an interest in you.

They sat like that in the tree for two weeks. They watched for an hour and then went home.

Sometimes they also passed by as people.

Seeing you leave work and go home.

That's how they knew where you lived.

When they came back to their house one day, they had to talk.

"Suguru… Do you like her?" Gojo asked, looking at the floor.

"Yeah… Even more so… I think I'm in love…" he murmured with a slight smile, answering him.

"You're in love, huh…" Gojo placed his hand on his cheek. Feeling his skin warm up. "Sorry to say it, but she… I liked her too…"

"I noticed."

"huh?" He looked at his dark haired friend who was smiling.

"I know you fell in love with her too… And I don't mind… Basically, if it wasn't for your idea of ​​being cats to learn more about her, I would never have said I fell in love."

"But it-"

"Maybe she likes cats?"

"So you…"

"I saw your tail while she was talking to that other guy. I behaved the same. That's why it's okay. If I couldn't make my friend happy, what kind of best friend am I?

Gojo smiled.

"Maybe she'll want two cats, and two guys."

One day they went to your house, sitting next to the front door of your apartment. Wanting you to invite them in. That you take care of them. Like two poor cats that need love.

Because they both needed your love.

They got in by teleporting, and they stayed in your living room. Waiting for you to come back.

And when you walked in, they smiled.

Even as you searched for their true home, you held them and hugged them. They felt your touch. And they knew you wouldn't leave them. They knew you would take them in.

And the moment they feel that you genuinely love them as your cats, they will show you what they really look like.

And they will be sure that you will love them too.

[taoistyuri]

"Tender" "Grave" "Origin" for seiga and yoshika? doesn't have to be romantic or anything, I just assume you being the CEO of seiga you would have thoughts about her resurrecting yoshika

"So, you've been up to chatting while I've been gone, I see?"

Yoshika looked up towards where the voice was coming from. It was a blue-haired woman, her dress an elegant lighter blue, decorated with flowers. She had a white scarf that flowed behind her, with her hair done in loops, she looked quite -

"Seiga Nyan Nyan!" Yoshika suddenly called out. She remembered! The jiangshi hopped towards Seiga with vigor, almost tripping over a gravestone. "No intruders today!"

"Good girl," Seiga giggled, patting Yoshika's head from her hat. "You're such a good girl, Yoshika!"

A slight frown etched Seiga's face, however. "You're not in your usualy spot, though. Do you like over here better?" Perhaps there was new scenery to look at, such as a new bouquet of flowers left by some widow or a nest of baby birds to drool over.

This made Yoshika smile. Her empty eyes stared into Seiga's lively blue ones. "I remember. While you were gone, I talked to a funny lady. Now I'm stuck here."

"Oh?" Seiga said, eyebrows raised in curiosity. She then nodded in understanding. "There were some people I overheard talking about a kasha from Hell visiting..."

"Bwuuuh?" Yoshika said. "I don't know about that. The girl asked me a bunch of questions. But now I'm here."

"Well, if it works, it works!" Seiga pinched Yoshika's cheek. "Just stay here and defend her resting place and we're good to go!"

"Thanks! I'll keep doing my best!" Yoshika said cheerfully.

--

And again, the cycle continued.

Days passed, weeks passed, and months passed. Yoshika lost track of time easily, but it was slightly easier to tell the time when the yamabiko from the temple shouted every morning. There were intruders sometimes, which she chased off. Sometimes, the wind was really hard and would blow Yoshika's talisman off. Then, she would wander aimlessly. One such time she wandered straight into an open grave plot. She was stuck on her back, staring at the sky.

"The clouds, so soft and white. They..." She stopped. "No." She blinked, eyes closed for a long time. "The clouds, endlessly vast and..." She opened her eyes. "No."

"My, my, sitting in a grave? This brings back memories."

Yoshika looked up towards where the voice was coming from. It was a blue-haired woman, her dress an elegant lighter blue, decorated with flowers. She had a white scarf that flowed behind her, with her hair done in loops, she looked quite familiar.

"Huuuuuuuh?" Yoshika groaned.

"Up, up, up! Come on now!" The woman called out, lifting Yoshika under the armpits and up to her feet. "This ought to help you out, dear." She took a talisman out from where they were tied around her legs and placed it on Yoshika's forehead.

Suddenly, the thoughts came back. "Ouuwaaa... Oh! Seiga!" Yoshika suddenly called out. She looked around at her surroundings. "Are you burying me? I don't want to be dead again!"

"No, no, silly. You fell into this hole here." Yoshika hopped out of the grave. "Now, let's get you all spiffed up, okay?"

--

And again, the cycle continued.

Today, there was nothing of interest.

Some intruders were on the horizon, but they stayed away.

Unless... there was an odd snap of a twig or two. And a pitter-patter of feet Yoshika swore she heard. It could be mice, or perhaps a bird. Something tasty. But it was odd. The day was silent. Usually, it wasn't so quiet...

"Boo!"

Yoshika stared at who stood before her. It was a blue-haired woman, her clothing the same blue, decorated with white. A purple umbrella was in her hands, it's tongue lolling out, wet and long. Yoshika for a moment, seeing such a blue lady in front of her, almost thought she looked familiar. A bit of drool escaped Yoshika's mouth, which she quickly slurped it back up as she realized something much more dire.

This was an intruder!

"Doooon't come any closerrrr!" she snarled. "This is no place for the likes of you to enter!"

Kogasa, meanwhile, sighed. She'd been watching this strange lady for quite some time now, and thought for sure she would be able to frighten her. After all, aside from a few lunges at butterflies and grieving humans who got to close, she never seemed to move from her spot.

"Forget it...I'll try to scare some of the residents of the temple," Kogasa said sadly. With an exaggeratedly glum expression shot at Yoshika's way, she proceeded forwards through the graveyard towards the Myouren Temple.

Or, she would have, had a kunai-shaped bullet not been shot her way. "Hey! Watch it!"

"We were revived to protect this mausoleum!" Yoshika bellowed. "I won't let you interrupt her resurrection!" Several more bullets went flying towards Kogasa. As the bullets rained down on the umbrella, however, Yoshika mumbled to herself. "Ooogh, who was 'she?'"

"You want a fight! Well then, bring it on!" Kogasa declared, her umbrella spitting out a spell card for her to use. "Large Ring 'Umbrella Halo!'"

Yoshika's spell cards had been crafted to perfectly harmonize with her abilities as an undead jiangshi. While her dodging was slow, her bullets were many. Perhaps, too many. As Yoshika continued to eat the various spirits that surrounded her, she grew in more power, leaving Kogasa to forfeit.

"Forget it! I'll deal with you later. I don't have time for this!" Kogasa whined, voice cracking. With that, she flew off in the opposite direction, away from Yoshika and away from the place she was guarding.

"And stay out!" Yoshika growled.

And again, the cycle continued.

[sandybuny]

have a like, basically fully formed short story idea in my head in the shower...

like a 19th century gothic/cosmic "horror" (written as horror played as comedy) where our melancholic upperclass twit protag stumbles upon a stately home where he remembers none before

he enters to find it impeccably run and spotlessly clean, rrun by a huge team of catgirl maids - being an upperclass twit used to ignoring servants tho he treats the house like its completely empty for a chapter or 2 (theyre constantly showing up in the background even as hes like "how curious there seems to be no one home") before actually noticing the curious servants at all and finally acknowledging them in his narration

when he finally gets desperate enough to talk to them n asks for the master of the house the catgirl valet answers "there is nyan! were a commeowne!! X3" and he faints n when he comes to again the catgirls are tryin to tend to him but he like starts mentally breaking down like a lovecraft protag wandering this labyrinthine house looking for a way out, occasionally being chased by well meaning catgirl nurses who scare the shit out of him, sometimes running into some tableau like a catgirl potter pullin finished pots out of the kiln and then knocking them off the table n onto the floor one by one, a catgirl sommelier sticking her whole face into a glass to lap from it, catgirls smoking catnip in a closet, everywhere he tries to hide there is a napping catgirl already

obviously it ends w our protag joining the catgirls but i havent decided if he should actually tf or just hallucinate it

[mcgucketfanwhore]

Some of my Fiddleford headcanons I’ve come up with to please tumblr:

Fiddleford has a wandering eye and his glasses help fix it

Fiddleford was on the internet in its early days and he freaked out when nyan cat happened

Also he watched jogwheel can you microwave this videos and showed them to Tate

Tate gave fiddleford a laptop to keep him entertained while he’s working and that was a mistake cause fidds went to all corners of the internet

He’d also watch epic rap battles of history and runic cube speed runs

When Ford is back he shows him the Nikola Tesla vs Thomas Edison rap

He Sometimes sports a tinfoil hat

He refuses new clothes and wears all of his clothes that date back to the 70s until some of them become unwearable (but even post weirdmaggedon he’s still wearing his 70s clothes that lived)

The only time he wants new clothes is when he asks tate to help him buy a galaxy cat t shirt off of the internet

Tate wash’s and patches up all of fiddlefords clothes any chance he can get them away from him

I have more fiddleford headcanons but I think i shouldn’t put them all in one post so I shall give you more later

[ichigopuddingmuslima]

Caught in the Middle- Chapter 3

Things are starting to pick up!

Links to her outfit is at the bottom

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2k

The next two months flew by quickly. Nyane was almost finished with her orientation period. She completed all the mandatory training and was familiar with the expectations of her role in Wayne Enterprises. This last month before she was fully in her position and Lance started his new one, she would be working alongside him planning a charity dinner for cancer hosted by Wayne Enterprises. The dinner was to be at an upscale venue in Downtown Gotham with a butterfly theme. The guest list had been decided and invitations sent out. 

“I got bad news, Nee”, Lance said, as he entered the room and sat down next to her. He ran a hand through his hair as he let out a deep sigh. They were in a private conference room sitting at a round table. Her tan, Tommy Hilfiger, platform sandals were kicked off under the table and her feet rested on the chair across from her. She was currently writing things down on her “to do” list. 

“Bad news? Let me guess… you spilled coffee on yourself?”, Nyane responded teasingly.

“I wish that was the issue. Long story short, we need a caterer. The venue isn’t able to cater the food anymore.”

Nyane put her notebook down on the table and turned to face Lance. “You’re joking.”

“I wish I was. I really do. They said that we can use whatever caterer we can find as long as they’re licensed.”

“Okay. Okay. We can handle this. First we need to talk to Dick and Bruce and ask for a budget. Do you want to do it or should I?” 

“You should talk to them. They have a soft spot for you, especially Dick.” Lance gave her a teasing smile.

Nyane playfully shoved him, “Oh shut up. That’s not true. Dick and I… have an understanding between us. That’s all.” She put her shoes on and stood up. 

“Is that what you call it? An ‘understanding’. I support whatever you and Dick have going on.”

“There’s nothing going on! I’ll be back soon. Hopefully with good news. Meanwhile you can start looking up caterers.” She left the room and made her way to Bruce’s office. Amber was at her desk a few feet away from his office typing away at her computer. 

“Hey, Amber. Is Bruce busy?” Nyane asked as she approached Amber’s desk.

“He’s in his office with Dick.” Amber replied as she glanced at her.

“How long have they been in there?”

“About an hour. I think they’ll be done soon but it’s hard to tell.”

“Thanks.”

“What do you need Bruce for? Perhaps I can help.”

“The caterer backed out just now.”

Amber sucked in her teeth sympathetically. “Good luck!” 

Nyane continued towards Bruce’s office. Taking a deep breath, she knocked gently, but firmly on the door. She waited a few moments but didn’t hear anything. She knocked again louder this time. A moment later, the door opened and she was met face to face with Dick. He looked down at her and smiled. His blue eyes met her brown ones. Her heart skipped a beat. There was a moment of silence as they held each other’s gaze before Dick spoke, 

“Hey, Nyane. Is everything okay?”

“Actually, no. I need to speak with you and Bruce.” 

“Come in.” Dick stepped aside and Nyane entered the office. Bruce was sitting on his couch and the coffee table was strewn with various papers. Upon seeing her, he rose to greet her. His eyes wandered up and down her body and her cheeks burned. She briefly met his gaze as she twirled a piece of her hair around her finger. 

“Nyane, to what do I owe this pleasure?” Bruce asked as he began to walk over to his refreshment station. 

“I have bad news.” Nyane blurted as she sat down on the couch. She played with the hem of her Zara leopard print, midi dress as she took a deep breath. Dick sat down next to her and his eyes followed the shape of her legs. She pretended not to notice as she willed her heart to stop beating so fast.  

Bruce began making a cup of tea. He turned his attention to her as the kettle heated up the water. “Oh? I'm sure whatever it is we can figure this out together.” 

“We don't have a caterer for the dinner this month. The venue backed out of catering.”

“We still have the venue?” Dick confirmed. 

“Yes. They just can't cater. We can't have a charity dinner without dinner!” Nyane exclaimed as she crossed her arms and tapped her foot. 

“There's no need to be upset.” Bruce responded gently. He sat down on the other side of Nyane and held out the cup of tea to her. “We'll find a new caterer.” Nyane took a breath and accepted the tea with a smile. Their fingers brushed together and Nyane pretended not to notice as her heart skipped a beat. She took a sip and sighed as she tasted the comforting flavor of mint tea. It was the perfect level of sweetness and warmth. 

“Yes, I know. It’s just so frustrating. Lance and I are working so hard on this event. We were almost ready to present the menu to you guys for final approval and now we have to start all over again. This is setting us behind so much!”, Nyane ranted as she tapped her foot again. 

“I understand it’s frustrating but I know you can handle it. What do you need from us?” Dick gently reassured her.

“Lance and I will talk to the venue and get the new invoice since they are no longer providing catering. How much of a budget can we get for a new caterer? Keep in mind that we’re a little less than thirty days out and we’re expecting about two hundred guests so whoever caters will probably charge a rush fee.”

“Don’t worry about the budget. Just get a new caterer.” Bruce stated and Dick nodded in agreement. 

“Are you sure, Mr. Wayne?” Nyane questioned as she looked between Dick and Bruce with a wide eyed expression.

“I’m sure.”

“Can you give a quick update on how everything else is going?” Dick asked.

“Sure. The final reminders for the RSVPs will go out this week as the deadline to RSVP is next Friday. Vicki Vale of the Gotham Times agreed to run a story on the event and will be attending as well as a few other reporters. I’ve asked the media to run their stories about the dinner after it happens to try and avoid Joker or Calender Man or whoever from ruining it and they all agreed. I’ve gotten a handful of people declining to attend but almost all of them have attached a donation with it. All of the keynote speakers have been finalized. Lance is working on the agenda for the event and that will be submitted soon for approval. This afternoon, Lance and I are going to be figuring out the catering situation. We’ll update you about that at the end of this week at our check in. I think that’s it for major updates… Oh! I almost forgot the mayor accepted the invitation and sent a nice donation along with it.” Nyane explained. 

“Besides the catering, everything seems to be under control.” Bruce replied. 

“Thankfully, yes. Well, I should get going. Thanks for taking the time to speak with me.” Nyane stood up. Bruce and Dick stood up as well. 

Dick took the cup from her hand. “Nyane, if you need anything, let me know.”

“Keep up the good work, Nyane.” Bruce said with a smile. Nyane blushed and exited the room. She leaned against the door and let out a sigh of relief.

That went well. Much better than I expected. 

As she made her way back to the conference room to update Lance, she passed by Amber at her desk. 

“How’d it go?” Amber said as Nyane approached her.

“Better than I expected. I thought they would be mad. Instead they were understanding and just told me to focus on finding a new caterer.”

“They’re so down bad for you.”

“No they’re not! We just have an… understanding.”

“Right. Right. An ‘understanding’... is that what you’re calling it?”

Nyane scoffed and gave Amber a middle finger as she walked away. Amber returned the hand gesture. 

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Nyane and Lance decided to take a working lunch since finding a caterer was a high priority. While she had her conversation with Bruce and Dick, Lance had called around and found a few catering businesses that looked promising. They currently were seated inside Gotham Catering Co. waiting for the food to be served. It was a small building with about ten tables and sparsely decorated. Buddy Standler, the owner of the company, approached them. He was a tall, thin, balding man wearing jeans, a black t-shirt, and smelled of cheap cologne.

“The food is being plated as we speak. I’m sure you'll be quite satisfied with everything. I'm looking forward to working closely with Wayne Enterprises.” Buddy boasted. Lance subtly rolled his eyes and Nyane gave a polite smile to Buddy. 

Putting the cart before the horse I see. Let the food speak for itself! 

“Thank you for meeting us on such short notice," Nyane responded.

“How could I turn down a request from Wayne Enterprises? I would be an absolute fool!”, Buddy replied.

“We’re eager to try the food. You’ve talked it up quite a bit and I’m hungry. If we decide to go with you, are you sure you’re able to accommodate the event? It’s a fairly last minute request with an extensive menu and a large number of guests.”

“You have nothing to worry about. I assure you that we can fully accommodate you.”

“Glad to hear that. All that’s left is to try the food. We do have other options to consider before we make a final decision.”

“Yes, of course. I expect you’ll have to shop around but I assure you that the quality of my food is impeccable and that I’ll have the best price.”

A waiter carrying a tray of food approached them and placed the food on the table. 

“Enjoy!” Buddy stated as he walked away to let them eat. The plating was nothing special but she didn’t want to be hasty and judge a book by its cover. Nyane and Lance began to place food on their plates. She tried the potato salad first and was disappointed to see there were raisins in it. It was also dry and lacked flavor. The rest of the meal went downhill from there. The steak was under seasoned and extremely well done. The baked chicken was raw and the baked ziti was horrifically mushy. Nyane took two or three bites out of each item with the exception of the chicken. Lance and her locked eyes.

“We have other options.” Lance stated. Nyane nodded in agreement. 

“How was everything?” Buddy asked as he walked over to them. Nyane and Lance exchanged a look.

“Honestly, the food doesn't fit the tone of the event so we won’t be moving forward with you. Thank you for taking the time to meet with us today.” Nyane declined him tactfully as she stood up. Lance followed her lead and stood as well. 

“Well what type of food are you looking for? I can do whatever you want.” Buddy pleaded as Lance and Nyane headed towards the door. 

“The food lacks flavor and is dry. Not enough condiments or sauce. Most of the food was under or over cooked.” Lance critiqued as they left. Nyane felt bad for having to reject him but there was no way she could serve that to Gotham’s elite. 

“You could have been a little more graceful.” Nyane scolded Lance. He shrugged his shoulders as they entered his car.

Dress Shoes

Next chapter we meet the Arkham Knight!!!!

[archlike]

cool irish (gaeilge) words because why not

beochaoineadh (bee-oh-kween-ooh): a lament for someone who has gone away but not died; "elegy for the living"

bladar (blodder): talking crap

liúdramán (loo-dra-mawn): a lazy mess of a person who really doesn't do anything with themselves

plámás (plaw-maws): sweet-talking/flattering someone too woo them; sneaky flirting

airneánach (arr-nyan-och): someone who likes working/staying up late into the night, comes from "airneán/airneál" which is when everyone from a small village would gather in one person's house for a late night of music and entertainment

aimliú (am-loo): the ruining of something after being exposed to bad weather

aduantas (ah-joon-tis): anxiety when surrounded by people you don't know or when you're somewhere new

crocadóir (cruck-a-door): a snake; fake person who'd sell you out if given the opportunity

saoi (see): a highly respected, wise, learned person

pléaráca (play-raw-ka): boisterous merrymaking i.e. what we call a sesh these days

asclán (ass-clawn): the amount of something that can be carried under one arm

reanglamán (rang-la-mawn): a really tall, lanky person

ragaire (rag-erra): someone who enjoys late-night wandering or talking for hours late into the night

aiteall (at-chill): the dry spell inbetween rain showers

easóg (ass-oag): sneaky weasel/rat; cranky/sassy bitch

dearglach (dyarg-glock): a red glow in the sky

lofa (luffa): something disgusting

plobaireacht (plub-er-acht): speaking incoherently while crying

drochdheoir (druck-yore/druck-ywee): a bad character trait inherited from one's parents

codraisc (cud-reeshk): a random collection of worthless objects

clagarnach (cla-ger-nock): the sound of heavy rain on a rooftop

plóta (ploh-ta): an idiot

bunbhríste (bun-breesh-ta): well worn but still wearable trousers

pusachán (puss-a-kawn): someone who complains too much

bogán (bug-awn): soft, unsteady ground/overcooked, mushy food/a spineless person

spréachta (spray-k-ta): electrified with anger

leannán (lan-awn): lover

bothántaíocht (buth-awn-tea-ucht): calling your neighbours to catch up on the local gossip

pocléimnigh (puck-lame-nee): jumping for joy

stríocálaí (stree-call-ee): someone who works hard but isn't well-skilled

mo chroidhe (muh cree): darling; literally "my heart"; similar to "stór (store)"

spéirbhean (spare-van): a woman as beautiful as the sky

[kaleidoscopr]

💌 & 🔊 for anhope.. ik shes not like canon or whatever but shes canon in my heart and thats what matters

Fluffy headcanon: Because of their sleep schedule being a little wonky, they like to go out to those 24/7 restaurants at night, and sometimes go with other people when she can't sleep. Sometimes she might bake in the middle of the night when sleeping isn't working, and after going to bed at 6am, there are cookies now. Also, they have some house plants, and talk to them sweetly or sing to them. Plants like when you talk to them. Also, she shares clothes with Ingsoc even though they're different sizes.

A song (more than one in this case, I think Anhope is neat) that reminds me of them: Sweater Weather by The Neighborhood, Mr Brightside by the Killers, and the day goes on by Bill Wurtz, Central Time by Vansire, Talk to Me by Cavetown, Float On by Modest Mouse, I Love the Flower Girl by the Cowsills, Would You Rather by Crusher, What the Hell by Avril Lavigne, Love Grows by Edison Lighthouse, Heaven Can Wait by Meatloaf, A Town With an Ocean View from Kiki's Delivery Service, Windy by The Association, Firecracker by CamiCat, Just Leave Everything to Me from Hello Dolly, It's Time by Imagine Dragons, Punx by Ivan Trevino, Record Player by Daisy the Great, that jazz arrangement of Bonetrousle by insaneintherainmusic, Nyan Cat, YMCA by Village People, Starlight by Muse, Pompeii by Bastille, frog song by Eva Sterett, That's My Jam by Owl City, Deck Park Tunnel by Josh Gottry, As Summer Was Just Beginning by Larry Dahen, Fireflies by Owl City, Sad Machine by Porter Robinson, My Way by Frank Sinatra, Sinners by Lauren Aquilina, Singin' In the Rain from Singin' In the Rain, Dream Sweet in Sea Major by ミラクルミュージカル , Wanderer's Lullaby by Adriana Figueroa, and I Dare You by the Regrettes

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[childhoodcreativity]

(c) Kameron Marlowe

[ducxsides]

@cacophonyofsouls​ from here

“Ahhhhh!”

She screeched when the other did so as well since he had scared the life out of her for a moment. Having lifted her arms up to retract her touch, she felt herself stumble back a few steps, and nearly fell as well. Thankfully, she caught herself before she actually fell, thanks to her psychic abilities, but it gave her a good scare. 

“I’m s-sorry! I’m really sorry!” She quickly shook her head, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. “I-I was worried, people usually aren’t this far out and you were laying like that so I thought something bad might have happened to you and I wanted to make sure you were alive and ok and I’m sorry!”