#One is just a cat boy while the other is just a walking Sphynx

[lady-zephyrine]

Thinking about my gijinka AU for a moment, what if Halcandrans were more cat like a long time ago?

[drawingjester00]

I was hoping to finish by Friday but had writers block but I decided to share another small part. @jaytriesstuff

Damian had two encounters with the ghost boy yesterday. The stupid boy was plaguing his thoughts. Damian was on his way to the animal shelter he volunteered at. He almost didn't notice the little mews from the alley. He peered down the alleyway. He saw a noirette boy holding a sphynx kitten.

Damian walked down the alley. He couldn't ignore the poor cat. He hoped the stranger was willing to give it to him without a problem.

"Hey, what are you doing with that cat?"

Danny looked up. It was the rich kid from yesterday. He was in casual clothes and walking full speed towards Danny.

Danny smiled, "I heard this little guy and wanted to help. Is there a shelter nearby?"

"Yes. I'm heading there now if you want I can take the cat."

"Nah I got it you can just lead the way."

"Fine if you insist."

"The name is Danny by the way."

"Well Danny, my name is Damian."

Damian waited for Danny to walk over to him before leading the way. Two cute strangers in two days. Whatever he did to deserve this he apologizes. This was just cruel now because of the all cute normal looking guys this one low-key looked like one of his father's adoptees. The silence was weird but luckily it didn't take long to arrive at the shelter.

"I can take her. They aren't your responsibility."

"Nah I wanna make sure this little one gets the attention they need."

Damian gave him a small smile. He can admire that.

"If you fill out a volunteer form you come to the back with me," Damian handed him the form and pen, "here that way you can help."

Danny smirked, "Do you invite every cute guy with a cat to the back to help?"

"No, because I haven't found a cute guy with a cat yet."

"I have doubts but who am I to question a cute guy."

"I'm not cute and I retract my offer. I find you annoying now."

"Too late," Danny filled out the paper as the cat sat on the ledge, "there now let's get the kitty some food."

Damian scowled and grabbed the paper. He muttered under his breath as he led Danny to the back where the cages are. He grabbed another paper.

"Fill out this as best you can. It basically describes the cat and why you're here. I do need to take her to the back for a regular check-up before we feed her."

Danny gave Damian the sphynx kitten before filling out the papers. Damian brought the kitten back to the other parts of the shelter. He looked for Selina before spotting her in the supply closet.

"Selina, I have another stray cat for you."

She stepped out of the closet noticing the cat in Damian's arms, "you and both know your father or Alfred doesn't want us bringing more cats in."

"Not to adopt but he needs a check-up."

"I can sure do that. Is that cute kid your with the one who found," she checks the cat's gender, "who found her."

"He's not cute but yes. She was in the alley by Grand street. How did you know I came here with someone?"

Selina gestured to the security room, "Poor thing. Let's have a look then."

"Thanks, Selina."

Damian brought the cat to Selina's examination room before going back to Danny.

"Where's my cat?" Danny looked around frantically.

"She's fine. She's getting a check-up by the best vet," Damian smirked, "So she is your cat now."

"I mean I would like her to be."

"Aren't you only visiting Gotham? How do you plan on keeping and bringing her home?"

"Good point but I'll think of something."

"Well while you're formulating a plan you can help me take care of these guys."

Damian shows Danny the routine. They worked pretty well with one another. There were a couple of other volunteers but none of them usually talked to Damian. It was weird seeing him sorta smiley.

They were putting the last of the dogs away when Selina came out holding the cat. Danny instantly rushed over.

"You must be the one who found her. What's your name?"

"Danny Fenton ma'am. "

"Well, Danny it's a good thing you brought her in when you did any longer if the cold didn't get her starvation would have."

"Will she be okay?"

"Yes, she just needs proper food and warmth. Damian. Why don't you two take the kitten—"

"Cleo."

Damian looked at him confused, "what?"

"Her name is Cleo, like Cleopatra except she is a cat. So it's Cleo-paw-tra."

Selina stifled a laugh and Damian groaned. This kid is a dork.

"Okay, then why don't you two take Cleo to what we call the pamper station. She's gonna need a warm bath, food, and love."

"Yes ma'am," Danny grabbed the cat then Damian's hand, "lead the way short stuff."

Damian scowled but his tan skin couldn't hide his blush. He muttered something under his breath and dragged the boy along. Selina smiled as the boys left.

Damian brought them into the pamper room. He started the warm bath and filled it with a bit of bubbles. Damian put on long thick gloves.

"What's that for?"

"These will help protect your arms. She might try to claw us when we bathe her," Damian grabbed the cat, "put on a pair."

Danny listened. It was a weird feeling but it was not any weirder than the feeling of being possessed or possessing someone. Luckily the cat seemed to enjoy the bath. The pair chatted a bit. Damian paused to think about something before looking straight at Danny.

"Have you seen a ghost boy since you came here?"

"A what?"

"Ghost. A supernatural spector."

"Nope. You must have been seeing things."

"I most definitely did not imagine a vampire-like creature fighting with a cute ghost only to be sweeped into his arms after."

Danny turned red. Damian thought his ghost half was cute. It seems to be a trend. To be fair they just met and Damian doesn't know they are the same. While his brain was malfunctioning because of the offhand compliment his pants decided to go intangible. Damian raised a brow. Danny just about completely died.

"Charming. Usually, people have dinner or a movie first before taking off their clothes."

"I can explain."

"Why don't you pull up your pants."

Danny listened, absolutely embarrassed.

Damian chuckled, "so ghost. That's an interesting choice."

"Let's not discuss this. It's embarrassing enough without you complimenting my boxer pattern."

"Mhm. She's all clean. Dry her off then put her on the heated animal bed. I'm gonna go grab her food."

Danny grabbed a towel and dried off Cleo. She was looking better already. He looked around the room spotting the beds Damian mentioned. He brought Cleo over who happily made herself comfortable. Damian came over a few moments later with wet food and a bowl of water. Before either one of them could say anything a big green dog phased through a wall.

"What the fuck."

"Damian, go grab a dog toy. I'll go grab treats."

Damian listened, running to the toy bin. Danny changed into his ghost form. Cujo growled at him.

"What's the matter, boy?"

The dog barked at him. Danny was confused. Cujo is usually a good dog. He changed into his ghost form.

"Cujo it's me. Why are you all worked up?"

Damian squeaked the dog toy. The dog didn't pay any mind to it and instead went for Cleo.

"Is this about Cleo? Aw puppy you're not being replaced, I still love you," he scratched under Cujo's chin, "who's a good boy?"

Cujo shrank to his puppy form, his tail wagging happily. Danny pet the dog for a bit before grabbing the thermos. He pops the cap and the ghost dog goes in. Fanny sighed relieved.

"So Cujo. That's a pretty unique name."

Danny jumped, "hello Uh civilian."

Damian rolled his eyes, "you know if you wanna keep your identity a secret you really should be less obvious. "

"It's not what it looks like I swear."

"Danny, relax. I'm not gonna tell anyone. I'm more embarrassed that you know that I think you're cute."

"I totally forgot you said that."

Damian groaned. Of course this would be his luck. He didn't like the look on Danny's face.

"I would turn back before someone else sees you."

"Awe you care," Danny laughed as Damian threw the toy at him, "alright no need to get violent."

Danny changed back into his normal self. He was a bit worried about Damian knowing but there isn't anything he could really do now. He would have to let Sam and Tucker know later. For now he was just gonna have fun with it.

"So you think I'm cute."

"I believe I have also told you I can kick your ass and will if I feel the want to do so."

"For the record I think you're cute too."

Danny could see the blush take over Damian's cheek. It was super cute.

"How's Cleo?"

Danny looked over. In the time it took to deal with Cujo she ate and was down for a nap. Danny petted Cleo, smiling softly. Damian scurried off to put away the dog toy. Both of them knew Damian was just trying to get away from the situation.

When Damian came back he had a big blanket.

"I don't think Cleo would appreciate being buried with that," Danny gestured to the blanket, "what's it for."

"You. She needs human contact. If you followed we have mats and stuff in the playroom so you can cuddle with her. "

Damian scurried off and Danny scooped up the cat and followed. Damian was walking fast like he was being followed by some degenerates.

"Hey slow down. I don't wanna jostle her."

Damian stopped and mumbled a sorry. He continued to lead him. They ended up in a big room full of toys, beds and cat towers.

Danny put down the kitten. Cleo took a few careful steps before going to play. Damian watched as Danny played with her. It was cute. The minute that thought popped into Damian's head he shooed it out. It doesn't matter how cute Danny is, they also just met. He can't go crazy over him yet. Then it dawned on him. He kissed Danny after being 'rescued'. Although on the cheek it was no less embarrassing.

"Hey Damian you okay looking a little red."

Damian jumped not realizing how close Danny had come to him. He socked him in his arm and muttered a shut up. Danny laughed.

"You're annoying, I regret everything now shoo." Damian pouted.

"Aww don't be like that. We both know you don't actually want me to leave. Plus you're cute when you pout."

Damian scowled, " I'm not cute! Keep it up ghost boy I'm gonna—"

"Gonna what. Kick my ass? Feed me to the dogs? Call a priest? Yeah I can escape from all those situations."

Damian huffed and crossed his arms. Danny chuckled and went back to playing with the cat. They hung out there for a while. It was approaching dinner time when Selina came in.

"Alfred called and said he wants you home for supper. "

"Are you going home now too?"

"Once Brittany comes in I can go if you want to wait for me. Does your friend need a ride?"

Danny looked away from the cat, "No ma'am."

Selina nodded, "Okay get ready to go Brittany should be here soon."

Damian acknowledged her and she left. They clean up the mess and set up Cleo temporary home. Damian seemed nervous. Danny can't think of any reason why. Damian tugged on Danny's sleeve. Danny turned and looked at him. Danny's breath got caught in his throat. He knew in his ghost form he had unnaturally green eyes but Damian's were different. The sparkled almost like a light shining through an emerald.

"I was thinking," Damian shuffled a bit uncomfortable, " maybe we can hang out again. "

"Hell yeah, " Danny handed Damian his phone, "give me your number and we can talk about it."

Damian grabbed Danny's phone. He rolled his eyes at the ghost wallpaper. He put in his name and number. He was excited. Not long after Damian and Selina left.

Danny shot Sam a text asking where they were. She texted back with a map link. He hurried over.

"You guys won't believe what just happened."

"Does it have to do with that stupid look on your face?" Sam asked as she picked off the cheese on her slice.

"This is just my regular face!"

Sam rolled her eyes, "Mhm what happened?"

"You remember the kid I saved yesterday," both teens nodded, "well I saw him again and I got his number."

Tucker choked on his pizza. Sam patted his back until he stopped. Tucker looked at Danny bewildered.

"You're telling you got a billionaire, ward of Bruce Wayne, practically a celebrity phone number."

"Oh yeah I forgot he was wealthy but yeah. He's really down to earth. He's snarky, cute, great with animals, and he was totally cool with the ghost thing."

"He was cool with getting kidnapped," Sam looked at him, "Danny you sure this is a good idea."

"No not with getting kidnapped but me being a ghost anyway there is no way—"

Tucker and Sam stood up at the same time and yelled, "he knows?"

Danny smiled sheepishly, "I wasn't planning on telling him but you know some stuff happened it was unavoidable. I'll explain later."

"Explain now!"

Danny ran through everything that happened. He started at finding the cat and ending with the phone number without leaving out a detail. Both of his friends were stunned. Danny happily stole a slice of the pie and ate. It was a good day.

Selina was quiet the first half of the ride. He knew what was coming though. As if on cue Selina lowered the music.

"So that boy. Who is he?"

"A friend."

"Just a friend?"

"As of now, yes. We just met Selina."

"Mhm. And you already gave him your number."

Damian groaned," it's not a big deal."

"So it totally has nothing to do with the fact he is exactly your type and an animal lover."

"Not going to dignify that with a comment."

Selina chuckled at her son's now red cheeks. Hopefully this boy doesn't break his heart. Dealing with heartbreak after Jon was hard and he just now got to a good place.

"Regardless, I'm in your corner. He seems like a kind kid and it's nice seeing you opening up again. I'm proud of you no matter the outcome."

"Thanks," Damian paused, "thanks mom."

It took all of Selina's willpower not to gush. Damian was the last of the kids to come around after Bruce and herself got married. She smiled and put up the music and focused on getting home.

[palettepainter]

Weirdos in love

I’ve got Lew Zealand x Crazy Harry brainrot so have some small headcannons while I’m cutting stencils at work:

-Harry sleeps unnaturally still…to the point sometimes people panic and assume he might be dead. It doesn’t help that Harry naturally has a very pale completion which often has people mistaking him for being unwell when they first meet him. Harry is also not apposed to collapsing asleep at a desk or table. When Lew catches Harry asleep and unmoving he’ll place a written note by his head saying “Not dead, sleeping”

-Lew Zealand is trans I don’t make the rules guys 

-Harry loves taking apart random appliances to tinker with them and see how they work. More then once Lew has returned him to find Harry taking apart the toaster 

-They live in a small house together near a lake where Lew likes to go fishing. The house has an old basement Harry hides in to do all his explosive related work, while Lew practises his boomerang skills in the garden 

-Lew likes to go fishing, it’s a hobby he picked up in his teens but his family have always had a knack for fishing. He’s always been a more catch and release type of person though, he’s fine with eating fish based dishes but he doesn’t have the guts to kill a fish himself 

-Lew loves swimming and he used to compete in competitions at his school. He is very aerodynamic in the water and basically considers it a second home with how comfortable he is in the water. Harry on the other hand cannot swim to save his life, he never learnt, ontop of hating how cold water feels on his skin and the feeling of weightless ness Harry avoids large bodies of water at all times 

-Harry and Lew aren’t as smart as Bunsen and Beaker, but they’re not as oblivious as most people think. Lew has always loved and been passionate about sea life, he has a fondness for tropical fish and other species that often look peculiar or silly, like puffer fish.

Harry is also smart. He was the smartest kid in his science class and left with high grades…But he also knows a lot of bizarre weird facts no normal person would think about: like how to make a pipe bomb out of an air fryer, or how quickly acid can burn through metal, or how to pick locks without leaving evidence, how to hot wire a car, how to escape a country in a day (I’m not saying Harry has a past of criminal offences and may have gotten in trouble with police and has a past wrapped in mystery but I am saying it’s a possibility) 

-Harry loves knitted cardigans and sweaters, though he leans more towards cardigans. Maybe he could have grown up somewhere cold and far away from any big city? Hence why he can sometimes be a bit out of the loop with social ques and norms. All of his cardigans are well kept, but they all stink of smoke 

-Lew can’t cook to save his life and Harry only knows how to use a microwave and air fryer, so they often don’t eat the most healthy foods. Mac and Cheese is Harry’s favourite while Lew isn’t fussy and tends to eat whatever Harry does. Chef - as a culinary master - is personally offended at their poor diets and on more then one occasion has cooked meals for them (Lew and Harry are very enthusiastic about Chef’s meals, but his irritation about their poor eating habits fly right over their heads)

-They adopted, aka Harry found and brought home, sphynx cat named Newton. They thought they where a boy but it was only after they’d had the cat for a month did they realise it was a girl. Newton is Lew’s and Harry’s adopted hairless baby and they love love LOVE her. Harry in particular is very fond of their little wrinkly four legged child. If it wasn’t for Lew Harry would have adopted a whole army of hairless cats (he knits Newton sweaters in his free time)

-Harry has a bizarre ability of just…appearing out of no where. You’ll walk round a corner and Harry will unexpectedly be there, unblinking, staring at you 

-Lew and Harry are close with the band, and Harry in particular is good friends with Animal - mostly because the two balance out each other’s craziness. Newton also loves Animal and likes to curl up on his drum stool or lick at his mess of hair. The other band members are sometimes caught off guard by Harry and his ability to appear out of no where, except for Floyd 

-Lew is a big summer guy, while Harry hates the heat. Lew is all about summer fun! Swimming in the sea, sandcastles, ice cream, volley ball on the beach, fishing, kayaking, the whole show! Meanwhile, Harry is huddled under an umbrella at the far end of the beach the furthest away from the sea 

-Harry is the best person for scary stories because he doesn’t hold back, something which Lew learnt the hard way and paid the price for by not sleeping well for the next five days. 

-Lew and Camilla are surprisingly very close, they bond over the fact of them both having crazy, bizarre husbands who they adore dearly. Camilla sometimes asks Lew to “eggsit” for her when she and Gonzo go out for the evening. Harry doesn’t understand why they need to babysit…eggs of all things, but he knits Lew egg cozies for them 

-For some reason I can picture Lew as being Italian, or at least he has strong family ties in Italy 

[idiaa-shroxd]

I love your cat cafe! Quick question, are you ever willing or interested in doing a dog cafe series? Like different dog breeds for different people?

i’m currently thinking! i have a lot of cat cafe ideas but none for dogs. like staff!first years, some headcanons about how they would react to getting to adopt the cat after graduation, other cute things like cat interactions between parent and cat. i’d like to think Malleus’ and Leona’s cats actually get along surprisingly well but both both are holding their cats while glaring across the room from one another in a do not talk to me or my child kind of face while the cats just want to interact.

for a more in depth response, i’ll put it underneath the cut! since i do have a lot of opinions surrounding this topic. and a bit of insight to my writing.

hopefully this was not a confusing line of messy thoughts!

if i do a dog cafe however, it may take quite a bit of research for me. my house has only ever exclusively had cats since they’re really self sufficient and easy to care of, and i remain blissfully unaware of how hard a dog is. i also feel it would be difficult to maintain a dog cafe since it could be a bit more unhygienic, and dogs tend to be energetic so it may be difficult to keep over twenty dogs in a contained space along with daily walks of them! when i was writing my cat cafe fics i take into account certain things like these, along with researching breeds which is why they take a few days to write.

i love cats, munchkins look adorable for example so i would love to pet one but would never include the breed directly in my fic since they should not be bred at all. i had to really sorta out of my way a bit to look at whether the cat breeds i think the boys would like would be suitable for social places, their skin conditions like a sphynx’s needing often baths and clothes to retain body temperature, along with a cat’s genetics to see if it would be fine or not to include them as i do not want to promote breeding a cat for cute and purposeful defects. i feel like this happens a lot in dogs too, where they breed some animals that will literally be unable to breathe solely for the sake of aesthetic and i would really like to avoid that, but i have no clue on any dog breeds so it would take a lot longer for me to research!

i also like to include some not so loved types of species or animals with birth defects. for example, Floyd’s favorite is a sphynx because he thinks the cat looks weird but really loves the cat. in my experience a lot of people are turned off by a hairless breed and i want to promote love for them, while informing people they are actually high maintenance in contrast to their other friends. Jade’s cat also has a birth defect, with stubbier legs since I think he would love a munchkin, but I do not want to include those cats, and Lilia’s cat has a bit of balancing problem due to poor coordination. Their species sometimes tends to be shaky due to a genetic disorder that rarely happens, but i did not want to be so disheartening. so I get to write about loving cats that have defects as a surprising bonus to share them love! with dogs i kind of have no idea where to start since i know that some dogs like sweaters?? some don’t? some are hairless and some extra fluffy and i have no idea where to start.

[fuzzydreamin]

What Pet/s I Think The Fo4 Companions Would Have

(Consider this a modern AU situation I guess, so they have access to all of these animals and their proper care).

Ada: Had a lot of trouble deciding what kind of pet/s she wanted. Exposed herself and learnt about all sorts of animals, hoping one would stick out to her but they all seemed so cool and neat. She eventually settled on keeping bugs and insects of all kinds. She often keeps their wings and exoskeletons and even taxidermies them if they are in good nick post-mortem. 

Cait: A rabbit. It’s really hyper and either wants its space and will nip you to leave it alone, or will circle and hop and stomp to get your attention so that you pet it and keep petting it until the bunny is done with you and not the other way around. 

Codsworth: Some type of small, fancy dog. It’s show quality and very well trained. 

Curie: Mice! Multiple cages of them, seperated by sex and age and all sorts, just like a whole wall taken up by cages and stuff for their care. Yes they are lab mice and she runs tests on them but she is humane and she names them and plays with them and gives them loads of treats. 

Danse: Failed K-9 unit. Just a good fluffy boi. He takes it on his morning runs and to play in the park every day. It may have flunked out but it still had quite a bit of training, and still alerts to Hancock when he’s around. 

Deacon: Two or three very highly trained rats. 

John Hancock: A sphynx cat of course. Yes it has a whole wardrobe for itself. Hancock does matching outfits and costumes with it. 

Nick Valentine: An old dog he rescued from a shelter. He specifically wanted an older dog to give them a chance at a comfortable home at the end of their life, and he doesn’t need to worry so much about his work keeping him from being able to walk the old guy all the time since it doesn’t need it. He gets to scritch its head infront of the fire while he goes over cases. 

Old Longfellow: A bully breed dog. It’s a chubby lapdog that toddles after him wherever he goes and he feeds it a lot of fish, which it loves. 

Piper Wright: A grouchy old cat that she doesn’t seem to get along with. Honestly it’s more Nat’s pet than hers. It just walked in all scraggly from the street one day and they fed it and now it lives with them. She bad talks it all the time but she loves it and will give it treats and try to get it to play with toys even though it doesn’t seem to want to. 

Porter Gage: Several snakes and lizards of all kinds. Particularly fond of his iguana and large boa. 

Preston Garvey: A dove/pigeon. He found it injured outside and took it in to get it fixed up, found out they make fantastic pets and kept it. It's very social to people and coos along when he hums. 

RJ MacCready: Recently got a puppy for Duncan, hasn’t owned a pet before and is tripping over himself learning about care and training and how to potty train it. Thinks he should have gone with a couple of guinea pigs instead, but it’s too late now, Duncan loves his dog. 

Strong: Doesn’t own a pet himself but is carefully exposed to other peoples pets. He enjoys livestock / larger animals. Thinks the best pet would be the kind you could eat if you needed / wanted to. 

X6-88: Multiple cats. He is the crazy cat goth. They just get him, okay. He has some sort of foster deal with a shelter, where he gets the excess cats they can’t fit. They all have stupid names because he doesn’t change what the shelter staff called them, so he has cats like ‘Mr Tiggles’ and ‘Isaac Mewton’ wandering around. 

[themangledsans0508]

Growing into Who I am

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Summary: Deep down, Jo had always known who she was. It just took her a while to realize it.

*** = Switching between a memory and Jo's summary ~ = Time skip in a memory --- = Current time

Words: 3581, Oneshot

Warnings: Bullying

Characters: Jo, April, Mal, Molly, Ripley, Jen, Leo (Jo’s dad), James (Jo’s other dad)

Ships: None

Additional Tags: Coming Out, Coming of Age, Bullying, Canon Trans Character, Transphobia, Jo-centric, POV Third Person Limited, this directly contradicts my other fic, this is the canon in my canon, sorry this is all over the place,

Jo knew she was different from a young age. She never fit in with the other boys, while they wanted to wrestle and pretend to fight Jo wanted to play jump rope and pretend to be a princess. It didn't matter back then, even if she got raised eyebrows from adults for the most part no one said a thing to her. Other kids didn't care about it, at least not kids her age.

When older women would pass her while she was dressed up in your basic pink puffy dress, they'd whisper to each other. Men would look at her in disgust. Her preschool teachers looked at her with something she couldn't describe. A mix of pity, contempt, and sometimes small glimpses of hope. As a child, she didn't understand any of it.

Not many other kids lived in her neighbourhood. Actually, she was one of the only kids in her neighbourhood. Most of the other houses were filled by middle-aged rich people who hadn't worked for a single penny of their wealth. The kind of people who would watch you from afar with a wine glass in their hand.

Her best friend's neighbourhood was different. The daughter of two family friends, April was like Jo's counterbalance. Her opposite in almost every sense, even in things not necessarily a part of her as a person.

Jo's home was big, April's was small. Jo had plenty of clothes she'd never wear, or only wear once while April had limited options that she would get creative with. Jo's neighbourhood was a small collection of snobby rich folk, April's was a large collection of middle-class working families.

Jo's place was one of exterior judgement and social stature, April's was one of communal love and being true to yourself. A place where Jo could go running around in dress-up going from backyard to backyard because everyone knew each other and everyone had kids. Nothing mattered besides having fun and being themselves, being kids, something that only Peter Pan could preserve forever.

As she got older, and the role of gender was emphasised, she realized how wrong she felt in her role. Four years old it didn't matter, at five years old adults started to make comments to her about her clothing, at six it started to be towards her fathers pushing an agenda by making her wear feminine clothes.

They were in Target the first time it happened.

***

Jo was looking at a flowy pastel purple dress and he was begging his dads to get it for him. They were both hesitant.

"I don't know kiddo…" his tatay said slowly.

"Pleaseeeee?" His dad picked up the dress and held it up to him.

"I think this one is too small," he murmured. He kept it in his hand while reaching for another one, while an older woman rounded the corner. He checked the dress against Jo and she stopped walking and just stood still, watching them.

"This one is better, what do you think hon?" his dad asked.

"I don't know…"

"I don't see any reason we can't get him it."

"Shame on you!" the woman shouted. "Forcing a little boy into a dress for your own agenda. You already can get married, but give them a bite and they want the whole meal. Boys don't belong in dresses. He should be out there, running around, getting dirty, being a little man!" Jo ducked behind his dad's leg, clutching his pants and peeking out at the old lady.

Orangish curls, wrinkles like a sphynx cat,  shorter than both his dads. Harsh blue eyes and a sneer on her face. Slouched over her cart with undergarments and dresses, just like the clothing she wore. Her shirt was purple with a gold button on the centre of her collar and vine designs knitted in. She also wore black jeans and leather clogs, the kind of person who hung out around the grocery store.

"Ma'am, he asked us if he could have it. We're not making him wear it. And boys don't have to do all that to be boys," his dad replied calmly.

"You shouldn't be encouraging it then! Teach him better than that!"

"Miss, please just leave us alone," his tatay requested.

He stayed in the protection of his father as his fathers argued back and forth with the woman until she started shouting words Jo didn't understand. An employee came to escort her out after a couple of minutes.

They didn't buy the dress.

                                                                 ***

At seven, she was already entering fourth grade. Extremely smart, to the point where she could have probably skipped even more grades if she tried. She just wanted to stay close to people around her age, so a two-year difference was the most she had been willing to do.

Even then, she had still felt like the odd-one-out. Not because of her age, but because of something she felt inside.

She couldn't explain why, but she knew she wasn't a boy. When they were separated in classes by their gender, she always felt wrong standing with the guys in her class. She struggled to put it into words.

April helped her with it.

                                                               ***

They were sitting on the swings in a park nearby April's house. She was talking about the "Mermaid Lemonade Stand" series, about how she didn't like this new character that had just come in and Jo was listening but he wasn't all there.

"And then Sierra just comes in as Emily's best friend! What about Bella? What do you think, Jo?" April looked at him expectantly. "Jo?"

"Huh? Oh, sorry. Bella should find a better best friend," Jo answered. April frowned.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't want to be a boy," Jo whispered.

"Okay, so be a girl," April shrugged.

"How?" She put her finger against her cheekbone in thought. Sometimes she'd open her mouth as if to say something then close it. She furrowed her brow.

"Follow me." April jumped off the swing with Jo in tow and they bolted to her house.

                                                                ~

"On this paper, I have listed girl things," April announced proudly. "Do these things and I will declare you a girl!" She handed him the paper which he looked over.

          GIRL THINGS

Wear girl clothes

Have long hair            

Play girl games

Have girl toys  

"I already do all these things. Except I don't have long hair." April smiled at her.

"Well, that'll take a little bit. So, we'll excuse that. Now-" she stood up and pulled Jo up as well, then tapped both her shoulders.

"I dub thee, Joey the girl!" she declared loudly.

Jo's heart felt light in her chest. Like something clicked, like the gears fell into place or the wiring was finally hooked up. It felt right. Maybe not her name, but she was a girl now.

When her dad came to pick her up, the two told him point-blank. April's dad, Allan, was sipping some tea that he nearly spat out as they happily announced it.

"Hey kiddo, how was your day?"

"It was awesome! I'm a girl now!" The adults looked like deer caught in headlights. Allan was the first to snap out of it.

"It's probably just a game," he chuckled nervously. Jo shook her head furiously.

"No! I'm a girl," she stated firmly. Her dad cleared his throat.

"Allan, as always, thank you for letting Jo visit."

"Of course, he's always welcome here." Jo frowned at him. If it was noticed, her discontent was ignored. They left quickly, unlike other times where they could end up idling by the door for hours.

                                                            ***

That night wasn't an easy night. Her fathers didn't want to believe her. They wanted to believe it was a phase. They thought that it was just something that would go away if they didn't talk about it. That Jo was just playing a game.

She was sent to her room after she insisted it was real. She wasn't yelled at, just calmly told to go to her room because her dad and her tatay needed to talk.

Those arguments went on for months, as Jo tried to explain that she wasn't messing around and she really did feel she was a girl. She told them everything she could remember that she considered proof. Six months later, in March, she took her first steps forward with her fathers support.

Her fathers brought her to a gender therapist.

She started socially transitioning directly after. Her hair was still growing out, but over the past few months, it had begun to reach her shoulders. She would wear dresses and skirts and it felt right . The other kids would give her side eyes but didn't say anything about it.

She'd correct teachers and students alike when they referred to her as "him." By June, only a few people would misgender her.

Summer was different.

She was too young to go to the summer camp that her fathers had been interested in her attending, but there was a group in her town for kids who weren't able to go.

It was for boys, called the Scouting Lads.

The first meeting was terrible. Not in content, but for her. A group of boys, for boys, run by boys. Talking about boy things. Fishing, hunting, tracking, adventuring.

It wouldn't have bothered her if the counsellor hadn't emphasised the manliness of the group. How masculine they should be.

She didn't want to go back. She hated the uniforms, hated the ranks, especially hated the counsellor. She still had to go back, a meeting every week, eight weeks out of her summer.

In fifth grade, she introduced herself as Josephine. She hadn't told anyone besides April and her therapist, Jill. She had quietly told the teacher to change her name on the attendance since she had a different name and the teacher respected that. Most of the other kids did too. Just some from elementary school didn't.

Her other teachers responded in different ways. Her other team teacher had an identical reaction as her first teacher. When she went to her music teacher, she reluctantly listened and changed her name. The P.E teacher was different.

                                                                 ***

"No. I'm not doing that." Jo deflated at her words. She started to say something before being cut off. "I don't have to. I don't believe in it and I disagree with it. Go sit with everyone else." She did with slumped shoulders and quietly sat beside a group of girls she was friendly with.

                                                                 ***

That was the only teacher that had an issue with her. Over the schoolyear, P.E would become her least favourite class. The teacher had some kind of vendetta against her. Anytime they did something that potentially could be played in teams, it would be in teams. Separated by gender.

Around spring, Jo had enough. That teacher was the only one who pointed her out like that. So she protested.

                                                                ***

The familiar order rang out; "Boys on one side, girls on the other!"

Jo watched the kids split apart with protest. They were as sick of this as she was. They wanted to intermingle. She decided to make her stand.

Instead of going with the boys, like she was expected to, she went and lined up with the girls. The teacher stared at her.

"Boys on one side, girls on the other," she repeated, "go to your side." She looked her dead in the eyes.

"I'm on my side," she stated firmly.

"I said, go to your side."

"I'm on my side."

"Go to the boy's side," she ordered. Jo looked her in the eyes.

"I'm a girl. I'm on the girl's side."

"No, you're not."

"Yes, I am."

"No, you're not!"

"Yes, I am."

"Yes, she is!"

"She's a girl!" Jo couldn't help the smile growing on her face. Her classmates, friends and acquaintances alike were defending her from both sides.

"Joey, principal's office. Now."

                                                              ***

Her parents were called. They both sat in the office while the principal explained why they had been asked to come. Jo had been told to sit outside while her "behaviour" was discussed. She hadn't listened, instead, she had her ear pressed against the door to try and hear what they were talking about.

A lot of back and forth. Her fathers defending her and the principal defending the teacher. The word "opinion" was thrown around a lot, and her dad did not like that at all. He scolded her endlessly with studies and facts until he gave her a choice.

Either he did something about the teacher bullying his daughter, or they were pulling her out and homeschooling her.

She finished fifth grade being educated by one father while the other would work, alternating each day. Her sixth grade was like that as well. It was nice to work at her pace and based on her learning, and the gender validation was great, but she missed seeing other kids.

In seventh grade, she went to a different middle school. The same district but with different staff. A semi-fresh start. It was still stressful.

                                                             ***

She didn't like this. The eighth-graders looking through her like they knew all her secrets. Everything she was hiding. She waited for the bell to ring so she wouldn't have to stay in their sights.

                                                              ~

Her first class.

She was ready to hear her name, the name she chose. She straightened her back and clasped her hands together

"Josephine." She raised her hand and put it back down the moment the teacher ticked something off on her clipboard. She saw a classmate out of the corner of her eye glace at her in confusion. She hadn't been in a class with him since third grade. Before her transition.

Well, he would've eventually found out anyway. It wasn't a big deal.

                                                           ***

It was a big deal. After she was recognized, word spread fast. Soon every kid knew she was trans. A lot didn't mind, but some kids found it to be a reason to target her. No one would ever defend her either. Not even teachers.

                                                          ***

"Joey!" she inhaled sharply, clenching the bag hanging off her shoulder. She kept walking. "Jo-ey! I like your cosplay today!"

A boy she didn't recognize, but she did recognize his sidekick. The same person that she'd going to third grade with.

"It's Jo," she snapped. "Jo or Josephine. Not Joey."

She heard them laugh and realized what they were doing. She should've known better than to react. She held her head high and kept walking.

                                                            ***

Throughout the year bullying like that continued. Detailed health classes made her feel worse. She'd get deadnamed, misgendered, called slurs, tripped, pushed and everything else under the sun. Teachers turned a blind eye whenever they saw it and didn't do a thing when she reported it. In her state, she wasn't protected under the law from harassment or bullying.

She didn't tell her fathers about it. Even if it was unbearable, she didn't want to be homeschooled again. It was just the eighth-graders, after a year she wouldn't have to deal with them.

She had thought adults were bad, but there's nothing worse than a newly turned teen.

She went to a camp that summer. The full experience since she was old enough.

It wasn't the worst thing she'd been through, and it was far better than the meetings had been but it made her feel wrong. She was able to wear what she wanted, and she was called "she" and "Jo." Just being in a boys-only camp felt like it was wrong. Either she was a fraud or she was a spy of sorts.

She still didn't want to go back.

With the eighth-graders gone, the bullying stopped. She wasn't being tormented anymore, but she was unable to make friends. Every time she came close, someone would tell whoever she was hanging out with that was actually a boy, and then they would want nothing to do with her.

Summer couldn't come fast enough.

Once again she went back to the Scouting Lads. There was a new director, one who made it far worse for her during the summer. He emphasized manliness, manliness, manliness. The campers and counsellors alike seemed to hate him. Whenever he caught Jo in her clothes, he'd make her go change into her uniform. He would misgender her deliberately and he'd tell other counsellors to as well.

They didn't. They covered for her, used her correct pronouns, and would straight-up defended her. She ended up getting sent home for breaking several camp rules (which was true, she had broken them. At the very least seven of them.)

She was scolded on the car ride home, fairly. At least two of the rules were very important ones. Otherwise, their biggest issue with her troublemaking was the fact she had done it in the first place.

                                                               ***

"I just don't understand why you had to break six-"

"Seven."

"Seven rules! Rules are for your safety," her dad exclaimed. Jo crossed her arms over her chest.

"I had to do something," she protested.

"You could have called us," her tatay countered.

"No, I couldn't have. He took my phone."

"Okay, but you could have talked to a counsellor," her dad tried.

"I did! They didn't have phones either!"

"Still, breaking rules is an overreaction if all you wanted was to go home."

"I was not going to just sit there for the rest of summer being told to be a boy and being degraded for being myself. I got myself out of there."

"I'm proud of you for that," her tatay said. "We'll keep talking about this later. We missed you, Jo."

                                                                ***

The last few weeks of her summer she spent with April, and they were amazing. Sometime after her birthday in August, they were just hanging out in April's backyard. Jo had just recently gotten puberty blockers, and it put something on the forefront of her mind.

                                                                 ***

"April?" she asked softly. April hummed in acknowledgement. She touched the clip in her hair self-consciously, her fingers running over the small plastic flower. April looked over to her and tilted her head. "Am I weird?"

"Wha- Jo, no! Did someone say something to you? I'll fight them!"

"No, no one said anything," Jo sighed. "I'm just thinking. Like, I'm a girl, but I have a boy's body. I'm not going through the same…" she waved her hands around "changes you and other girls are going through. I don't have to worry about the same things. I'll never be the same as you all. But I'm still a girl."

"I don't think it's weird," April stated. "That's just who you are. If it was weird, wouldn't your dads be worried about it?" Jo let out a breath of relief.

"Thanks, April."

                                                             ***

High school passed quickly and uneventfully. Kids who had once bullied her left her alone now since all they could do to her was push her around and use insults and hope they would work. She could verbally destroy them.

Only took them a day to learn that.

It was boring almost. She didn't have friends in school since all her friends were two grades behind. She did a lot of clubs but that was it.

Oh, and she joined the Lumberjanes.

Her first meeting, reminiscent of her first Scouting Lads meeting if it was the best thing ever.

Girls in skirts, girls in shorts, girls in skorts, it didn't matter. They were identifying rocks, that was the important thing.

She found a piece of quartz.

She later made it into a necklace.

It was after she graduated (valedictorian) that she attended the actual Lumberjanes camp. She and April talked about it for weeks beforehand, what they were going to do, the type of people they hoped to share a cabin with.

Whether Jo should tell them she was trans.

They decided they'd wait and see how things played out.

                                                             ---

It was only their second week and she felt like everything was crumbling around her.

The Bearwoman saying she knew "who she really was" in front of everyone. Diane thinking she was her brother or working for him. She had to tell the other girls.

But sometimes life throws surprises your way, and it did to Jo.

She came out to Jen first. She had actually told Jen after the first day just so she could explain her own behaviour. Jen simply nodded and told her it didn't make her any less or any different for that matter.

Ripley was different. Jo had to tell her after a few weeks once she became aware of the fact that Ripley had no clue what the word "privacy" meant.

It took Ripley walking into the bathroom while Jo was in there three times.

She sat her down and tried to explain it as simply as she could. Ripley didn't understand why it was a big deal. Jo had to reiterate the fact Ripley didn't know how to knock before it clicked for her. Apparently, she never knocked at home, so it just slipped her mind.

She told Mal and Molly at the same time, getting two birds with one stone. Mal shrugged and said she had other friends who were trans. Molly nodded, keeping it short and sweet and saying she wasn't bothered by it.

It had taken her years to reach the point where she was no longer scared to be who she was. Now she was there.

She couldn't feel any better.

[trippic]

“come on, i’m gonna be fine, papi!” coco begged in a whine as her tiny figure entered the crib. her whining transformed into a soft giggle as she looked around her surroundings; as soon as they entered the one story house coco was greeted by the living room united with the kitchen. “so you just live by yourself?” coco turned back to look at trippie who got inside the house right after her and now was locking the door. “yea. just me, satan and smokie.” the red dreaded explained while a curtain of confusion fell on petite female’s face. “who’s satan-... oh shit!” coco produced a few words before exclaiming as she turned around and met face to face with a sphynx cat who was sitting on top of the armchair back and glaring at her. “that’s who the fuck satan is.” rogue chuckled and went further to the kitchen area to get them some drinks. coco slightly scrunched her face up giving the cat a final look, then followed after the male. she brought back her whiny tone, going straight forward for what she wanted. “but come on trippie, trust me, i’m going to be good!” her arms chained around his torso and her chinky eyes did the cat from shrek stunt. tripp kissed on his teeth and shook his head. “nah. i ain’t tested those shits out myself yet, i’on wan’ ya to die or sum’ shit.” he explained while opening the bottle of coke. the girl huffed and rolled her eyes. “well, at least let me see them.” coco asked as she stole his look for some moment. rogue sighed and shook his head. “i shouldn’t have told you about that shit.” he smirked and gently rubbed on the side of her waist. “take a seat, imma be right back.” and the female released him from the hold and hopped onto one of the high stools that was located in the kitchen, right by the counter. yeah, it wasn’t a lot of space here, but since trippie was living here all by himself, then it was enough. well, he also had this damn cat who’s just mean mugging shit out of you. in overall, coco found it a pretty nice place, although she was more curious about the bedroom which, she had a hope, she’ll soon be able to see. knowing trippie and his high sexual drive, who can go non-stop day and night, coco felt they were going to end up in the bedroom regardless. 

smokie ran down the small corridor towards his human, his fat little paws were doing their best to be as fast as possible. “aye, who dat big boi here?” tripp smiled and squatted down to pick up his french bulldog. giving him a tight hug as it was his stuffed toy, trippie walked to his bedroom to get the pills. as he walked down the hallway he made a quick note that he better get into coloring the walls and throwing away the old furniture; this house used to belong to his grandmother who he never really talked to, and having all her decorations and other stuff wasn’t something he liked. with his dog on his hands, rogue entered the bedroom where he already made some changes. the walls were just white and the floor jet black, his bed with black and red elements, and tons of shoes standing right along the wall since rogue haven’t had a chance to upgrade his wardrobe space. he didn’t really care to rush with that, and meanwhile, he just picked up a bag he needed and went back to where he left coco.

“i call them love scars.” trippie said as he poured broken heart shaped red pills onto his open palm. they were both sitting on the floor, and coco leaned in closer as her curios eyes sparked up. “while i was locked up, i kept thinking of the formula. i didn’t want it to be a regular mdma type of shit, ya kno? i wanted it to be like... a designer drug.” rogue kept explaining while picking up one of those beauties and looking closer at it. “i don’t know if i made it or not, but that’s a fucking accomplishment for me. ya kno?” he smirked while relocating his hazel eyes at the girl. “let’s try it out together.” coco bit on her lip while batting her eyelashes. “please, trippie, i promise you, i don’t really care if i die. take me high, up up and away, pretty please?” she asked in a whispery tone while rubbing her hand over his thigh, getting closer to his sensitive area. “shit, i see what ya trynna do there.” trippie exhaled a low, raspy chuckle and tossed one pill into his mouth. “what about me?” coco gasped in uncovered concern but he locked his hand around her throat and pulled her closer to himself. while his digits gently squeezed on the sides of her neck, their tongues tangled together just like the snakes during their sexual act. 

when he woke up next morning, rogue smiled. after swallowing the pill, he traveled to paradise, he has seen the most beautiful colors he never witnessed before. sex was crazy. and he felt alive. he felt like happiness itself just hugged him and gave a promise to never let go. but there was something else he wasn’t able to describe just yet, although he never experienced it before with any other drug. trippie rolled onto his back; coco wasn’t around. good. he didn’t want to see her besides him in the morning. she was bad, hot as hell, fun to hang around with, but he had zero feels towards her. waking up next to someone you don’t love was a trigger for rogue. but he was happy. while being in prison, he spent days and sleepless nights working on the pill ingredients, and he did it. soon, if he won’t grow a tail or horns after swallowing it down, he’s going to sell his little broken hearts and get some good pesos for that, but for right now, he just needed some more sleep.

[urlocalbunny]

how would each of the boys react if they saw a sphynx cat for the first time?

Hello, my sweet and cursed bal.

Aaron:

So it's the 90's. Aaron is walking around the stores under the moonlight, his navy blue stripped sweaters are tucked in his light wash jeans and his hair is messy as always. His sneakers squeak against the sidewalk, until the noise stops.

After he sees a bald ball in a pet shop, he stares at it with a blank face, then shudders. This is a cute, but weird animal.

He's probably going to ask someone nearby and when they say it's a cat, he will make out the paws and tail curled up in a corner.

He taps the glass twice. The little ball perks up, watching him curiously. It probably knows he isn't like the other people. He giggles. What a cute kitty.

Aaron doesn't bother adopting it because he knows that he's just settling in the village and he can't leave a pet all alone. But he leaves with a little smile. It reminds him of a friend he had helped a few years back. Vladimir.

Raphael:

It's also the 90's. Raphael is sitting on a bench, enjoying the wind. A cute kitty meows. How does he know it's cute? Simple: all kitties are cute. Even the angry kitties.

He feels for the source of the noise, then he hears a jump. He smiles: the kitty came to greet him. He stays still, giggling when he feels the cold nose smell his hand.

Then, something he didn't expect happens: when the cat headbutts his hand, he's completely bald! He gasps, feeling carefully as to not scare the cat. He feels the tag, and a knitted sweater around a completely bald cat.

The discovery makes him feel like running away with the cat to find out more, but he can't kidnap a cat. It's a cat, right? He decides to not dwell too much on it and just enjoy the time he's got with the cat

Soon enough, a small girl comes around and sighs in relief, grabbing the cat that purrs delightfully, meowing away as if telling her how they met. The little girl thanks him for taking care of his cat. "He's the new bald race, so he shouldn't be outside at this time. Bye, Mister!" He waved, scoffing. "So there's even such a thing, huh?"

Beliath:

Beliath was with Ethan, trying to find some cat food for a neighbor on his building. It was in the early 2000's. He wore a flashy outfit, colorful and comfy. As he strode in, something caught his eye through the shades.

A bald cat! He scrunched his nose. Eeeew! He inches closer, looking at it while he uses the glasses as a headband. The cat hissed at him.

"Ethan. Come look." Ethan inches closer, then he smacks Beliath in his head. "Dumbass. That's a sphynx cat." Beliath gags. The cat takes this opportunity where he's leaning in disgust to snatch his shades. Beliath shrieks.

"Satanic cat!" He picks them back before the clerk finds out, rushing to buy the food. The wrinkles haunt his head. Ethan laughs and whispers "satanic cat" in the back.

When he leaves, he makes sure to stick his tongue at the cat secretly and leave as the thing watches him with a murderous look (in fact the cat was just vibing he's a drama queen)

Vladimir:

Vladimir is an unfortunate person. He's with his cape (that would be Ivan's one day) , walking around to grab supplies to help Aaron with the house.

When he's making his way back home, under the dim street lights and cloudy sky, he hears a noise. He turns around, scared for his aristocrat life.

When he sees it. On top of a wall, a slender figure looms over him. He gasps. "Is that chicken?!" No. It isn't a chicken. It is a bald cat.

He turns around, running a little to the other side of the street. The cat watches him inside a sweater and a shiny collar. It comes down the wall and meows. An ugly, raspy meow as it approaches. Vladimir runs home holding the bags in one hand and his hood with the other as the tiny steps of the cat follow him.

When he drives home, he pushes the door closed, panting. Aaron skips to the stairs, eyes wide. "I was followed by a bald, wrinkly sweater-wearing ugly evil cat!" Aaron looks at him for a long time, then he lets out a booming laughter. Vladimir pouts. "Easy now, little one." The taller one grabs the bags, patting his head and leaving, laughing at him.

Ethan:

Who do we want to lie to? Ethan probably knew about the cats before rich people began to buy them from some random science magazine that showed the experiments made in Canada.

As soon as he saw some in the pet shop, he went to see them and played with them a little, but he didn't buy a cat for obvious reasons.

He ran his hands along the wrinkles, smiling excitedly at how energetic they seemed. The clerk didn't even bother kicking him out nearing close hours tbh

He would always play with some cat that found their way out of some rich kid's house to jog a little.

He also likes bald dogs.

Ivan:

He could've had some relative that had one because my boy was rich, rich.

He probably saw one as a kid unlike the others, and he loved it at first sight. The wrinkles, cute eyes and little paws made him coo.

His parents bought him one ASAP. Anything to make Ivan happy bc he's such a good kid, amirite? Ivan was excited, carrying the little kitty everywhere to keep it safe.

Had an sphynx for a looking while, taking care of them is really difficult but he did it perfectly, bathing, moisturizing skin, feeding and playing, while keeping it warm.

Boy knows everything he has to know about cats, but the different species make his lil' heart go òwó and that's because of the sphynx he had when he was a smol bean.

[transxfiles]

oh my god. 

so i was looking through my old notes documents, right?? bc i suddenly realized while going to draft a list of all the weird ass shit that happened in scooby-doo canon (remember when shaggy had an alien girlfriend???? @HANNAH-BARBERA HEY REMEMBER WHEN SHAGGY HAD AN ALIEN GIRLFRIEND????? I MISS HER BRING HER BACK) and i realized i haven’t actually deleted any notes since like fourth grade??? so i started going through and just deleting all of these random ass notes i didn’t need anymore and i read some of the poetry i wrote in like fifth grade (some of it was like. so godawful but one of them was actually so go it made me cry?? anyway) and also a list of other people’s library card numbers (idk why they gave them to me but they’re mine now time to download some free music amiright) and i found a note document titled

and a flashback hit me like a brick in the face and suddenly i was back in fourth grade in that godawful cafeteria (they’ve gotten rid of it now thank god made a new one the old one was straight up fucking nasty anyway) and i was watching price (yeah that was his name yes you heard me right yes it was price yes and we also had a kid in our class named worth and in fifth grade a girl named banks joined our school we had the whole set for a solid year before worth and price both left and then banks also left anyway) and i could hear eliza and kelsey gossiping about whatever it was that had to do with him and i could see him walk towards us and say “hey what’re you talking abt” bc he KNEW what was going on but he was also an asshole so ???? and i remember being the new kid and adrenaline fucking flowing through my veins 24/7 and standing up out of my seat and pushing aside my lumpy-green-mud-that-was-supposed-to-be-beans food in the lunch tray and saying “we were talking abt The Food :)” and he was like “??????” and eliza and kelsey were like “????????” and i was like “The Food!” and winked at eliza and kelsey or smthn and i was like “they’re a european band, you probably haven’t even heard of them” and he was like “oh really. what are some of their songs.” and i just fucking. started listing whole ass albums and the most batshit part was that the two girls joined in and he actually bought it and he was like “hm okay, but i’m gonna ask other ppl abt it and google it on my mommy’s computer when i get home,” and i thought ‘oh fuck.’

the two girls asked me what that was about and i explained that i lied to save them, but that we would have to get a lot of other people on our side if we wanted the lie to carry through. 

somehow we ended up recruiting all fo the girls in the class and some of the boys, too, and we held secret meetings in the fantasy books section (the bougie ones that only older kids and bitches with high lexiles were allowed to read, like warrior cats and molly moon) and we came up with an entire canon of the food including the names of the band members and their tragic backstories (there was one named blue - the keyboard player- and one named sphynx - lead guitar and vocals - that sorta thing) and they all wore brown paper bags over their heads when they performed and we wrote songs for them and one of the girls even borrowed her brother’s laptop and built like??? a fucking WEBSITE for this made-up band and we even got ann-marie and the horse girls in on it and that one girl who roleplayed warrior cats on the playground too and we had them all talk about it bc this boy we were trying to trick was an ass and they all decided ‘welp we’re fourth graders and maybe we’re also assholes but like. this guy deserves it i guess” and the poor sucker didn’t even realize The Food wasn’t real until one fateful day in the sixth grade while we were on the bus in the middle of one bus war 2.

[haikyuu-and-more-haikyuu]

if your fave hq characters had pets, what sort of animals would they have?

Ah! This sounds like so much fun! I’ll just do karasuno, tell me if you want my take on the others teams too or background characters! Sorry if there are any spelling mistakes or weird sentences- I am over stimulated from work and it hurts to think! But I wanted to get this out before bed :D 

Daichi: He’s a big doggo person. He likes big dogs becuse he can rough house with them and take long road runs with them. He is gets a Alaskan Malamute named Wakana, since she is so vocal.  And even when the dog grown up, she still thinks she is a lap dog, Daichi literally have to push her off if he wants to get things done. Wakana always puts up a light fight. Such a drama queen. 

Sugawara: He doesn’t have time for much and doesn't want a high energy animal since he deals with 30+ monkey since he is a elementary school teacher, so he gets two bunnies. Both boys, a white one and a grey one. The grey one is named Mitsou and the white one is named Masa. Mitsou has a temper and will often stump his feet if he is disatisfied (when Suga doesn't give him cuddles) while Masa is just happy to be there :D

Asahi: He get’s a St. Bernard's dog and just looks scarier than he already does. But that big doggo is the cutest dog. He liked cuddle and get attention and will often just sit by Asahi or visitors sides until he get’s the attention he wants. He also is quick to snatch up food that has fallen on the ground and often begs for left overs. He rarely gets some. His name is Sora

Nishinoya: He doesn't get a pet until late into adulthood. He traveled around the world and wouldn't have had the time to care for a pet. But when he eventually does settle down, he gets a greyhound. He needed a partner that was just as playful as him and also a challenge. His name is Tsuyoshi, which means strong. 

Tanaka: Get’s a dog like a light brown bull terrier. His name is Arata, and he is just as rowdy as his owner. But also really cuddly and attention seeking. He chews up his toys in minutes, so Tanaka has to by really strong toys so they actually last. He also liked to by clothes to the dig since Arata doesn't mind.

Ennoshita: This chill dude gets a chill catto. they like laughing together and just take a nap. The cat goes out and comes back after a few hours. That is how they both like it. He names the cat Rina. She got kind of too lazy at one point and gained a little bit of weight. So Rina had to learn to walk on a leash with Ennoshita and it works well. 

Narita: Is allergic to cats and dogs. (if you guys didn’t know, its the enzymes in the spit that people react too, not the fur itself) Taking shots and medications for it is too much of a hazzle for him, so he gets a big fish thank and fills it with fishes and a few eels and snails too. They don’t do much but it’s exciting to see them swim around minding their own business. He also likes to by new items and sea weed for them so their tank gets decorations and a little personality. Some of them follow his fingers when he is close. 

Kinoshita: Got a sphynx from a family friend that just had a littler. His was surprised to see how cuddly and playful they were. His cat is also curious and talkative. The cat, named Sushi, becuse Kinoshita tried to make sushi one time and the cat jumped up and tried the almost done roll, often greets him when he comes home. he also like to sleep with Hishashi in the same bed. Kinoshita also buys him winter and summer clothes so the cat doesn’t freeze to death or get sun burned when he is out. Kinoshita has fallen greatly in love with that wrinkly monster.

Kageyama: That video I reblogged of that volleyball playing doggo, that is Kags doggo. (lol jk) He gets a dog, a little, fluffy pomeranian, to everyone surprise. The old lady next door died and when she didn’t have any family members that could take in the dog, Kageyama offered to take the two year old dog into his care. Her name is Yoko. She is playful and often nibble on his sock when he is relaxing. She has a blanket she likes to sleep in and is really cute when she does so. Kageyama has tried to take the small dog on road runs, but the little Yoko gets too tired and needs to be carried the rest of the way; (small dogs doesn’t need as much exercise as bog doggos)

Hinata: I saw this pintrest post about Hinata owning a mimi turtle (or baby turtle) and yes! He get’s a lil turtle that he names Hikari (light). He likes to feed her berries and often talks to her when he rambles on about his days and need some company. She is often walking by herself in the living room and it took Hinata a few times before he was smart enough to tie a long red yarn around her for him to know where she was. He once lost her and didn’t find her until two days later. He though he had killed her. Hinata likes to think that Hikari likes to be on his head (but to the turtle, it’s the same)

Tsukishima: He and Akiteru tried to convince their mother to let them have a tiger or a bearded dragon. But Mrs Tsukishima said no and that was it. When he gets older, he gets two birds. Named Rex and Strawberry (named after a dinosaur and his fave dessert). Birds are actually very cuddly and often likes to be with their human and play or just relax. So they wouldn't be in their cage when Tsukishima is just home. If he has visitor they need to be in the cage for a few hours. He also learns them words and always whistle when its feeding time. Birds pick up on that too. They have leaned Tsukki, since Yamaguchi calls him that, and now Tsukishima can hear his nickname 24/7.

Yamaguchi: It’s canon that Yama is a dog person, so he would defiantly have a doggo (or two when he grows up) His family currently have a Shiba Inu that they got then he was in middle school. Yama wanted to name it french fry, but Tsukki didn’t let him. So he named it Yukiko since the dog likes winter so much! Like him! He gets his how dogs when he is well into adulthood. 

Yachi: When she lived with her mom, before she moved out, they didn't have any pets since the complex didn’t allow pets and her mom were too busy taking care of a pet. She get’s a hamster names Sho.  (It means to fly) she named it that because his fur his black and it reminded her of karasuno. He doesn't do much except for run in his wheel-thing and relax in his tunnel. She likes re-decorate his thank and by new stuff for him. It’s a little spoiled hamster. 

Shimizu: Get’s an isle cat that like to sun bathe and cuddle with her on the sofa. the cat has a running wheel and uses it sometimes when Kiyoko is in the room with there. She is brown, black and white. The cat also likes to sit on the counter when Shimizu makes food, just to observe. He name is Aki, and Kiyoko named her that becuse her fur remained her of autumn. 

Ukai: Gets a mop that becomes the next store pet. He got the dog when it had trend three years and was put out for adoptions. His name is Hibiki he is often seen relaxing on his bed by the counter in the store. He doesn’t bark much, but when a few rowdy school kids passes through the store, he can get a little worked up. Most of the time, everyone is fine with the little helper Sakanoshita has gotten. 

Takeda: Gets a dog after a few years. He gets a cocker spaniel that is playful and rowdy and stick his nose into everything. The garbage, his closet or cabinets; you name it. His name is Dai. He once got so excited of seeing a bird outside, that he ran straight into a glass door. He was fine and so was the glass. Takeda was surprised when he saw how energetic the dog was becoming. 

[ren1327]

Pretty Boy Ch.3

“I told Kenji.”

“I am not telling Ben.”

Both statements came out at the same time, but both men heard in Simon’s large open office.

“Why wouldn’t you tell him?” Kosei asked.

“He just stopped taking his antidepressants and antianxiety medication.” Simon said. “I’m not going to throw this at him!”

“Let me remind you my son is also a part of this.”

“Kosei, I can’t. I really can’t.” Simon said and started pacing back and forth in front of his floor to ceiling windows, the sky getting dark with approaching storm clouds.

“Simon. Have you told Sandra?”

Simon made a face and Kosei sighed, putting a hand over the other’s arm.

“Simon, despite this seeming like a mistake, I see this a blessing.” Kosei said softly. “I want nothing more than for my son to be happy and I know he would be happy with any child you raised.”

“Gentlemen.” The third person in Simon’s office said, sipping his water. “There is an expiration date where both parties come out without any damage. In fact, the only issue is telling Benjamin.”

Ajay Tembo was an attorney for the Masrani’s since Simon was a child. And he only called him during emergencies. The older man was technically retired and enjoying his down time. Luckily, Ajay’s husband was leading a hunting/trapping expedition. So, being bored and it too quiet around their house, he arrived less than an hour ago.

“I still find it insane how you found a way to create a legally binding contract while drunk off your asses.” He said with a smirk.

“Ajay…” Masrani groaned. “Our sons?”

“Yes, yes.” He said and pointed to a line in the messily done contract. “here.”

They both read the line.

“If found unsuitable, both parties must verbally deny marriage with no issue on the deadline of Benjamin James Pincus Masrani’s 21st birthday. If not both parties will marry and—”

“Combine Masrani and Kon assets under both names?!” Simon asked.

“Kenji is my successor.” Kosei said.

“But Benjamin never wanted to be mine!” Simon groaned. “And they are nowhere near ready to take over!”

“I agree. I was going to wait at least more a few more years before I started to properly train him.”

“Kosei!” Simon chided. He sighed.

“I would love for our families to be united and if our legacies to combine. But I know now that Ben would never want to be placed on that pedestal. I can’t force that on him.” Simon said and put his face in his hands. “Oh, my sweet Ben, please forgive my drunken actions.”

Kosei stayed silent for a moment.

“Simon. Kenji agreed to go through with it.”

“Are you serious?” Simon asked, gaping at his friend.

“Yes, my friend.” The Japanese man said and took his hand in a firm shake. “I know we love our sons. But shall we stand back and observe? Perhaps it’ll be in our favor in the end.”

“I…Fine.” Simon said and squeezed Kosei’s hand.

“Let us see if our sons are compatible.”

Ajay capped his pen and smiled.

 *

 “I’m happy y’all want to help me out!” Sammy said as Brooklynn put on the blue and gray stripped apron.

“It can’t be too hard, right?” Brooklynn asked. “Just take the orders to the tables.”

Ben smiled and nodded. “Sammy, Yaz and I will take care of prepping and plating. Just smile and take them their drinks and cakes.”

“I think we might be overstaffed now, Beloved.” Yaz said, making Sammy blush and bite her lip.

Ben smiled as he watched them smile and Yaz wrap her arms around Sammy’s waist and pull her close.

He couldn’t help feel a little jealous at the two’s interactions.

Yaz had came in the shop last year, huffing and upset she hadn’t qualified for an obstacle course that would have ended with a recommendation for her to qualify for team America. She had angrily yelled for the most sugary dessert they had and Sammy had served her with a decaf chocolate frap. She had sat next to her and after Yaz finished her food, she broke down and vented to the Latina.

They talked for hours between customers and Yaz asked Sammy to a movie.

And now here they were, on their way to sharing an apartment and getting hers and hers mugs.

“Thanks for this.” Darius suddenly said, smoothing out his pale blue button down with the Hammond University crest on the right chest, then putting on his own apron, his name display in clean gold embroidery.

“You’re very welcome.” Grey said from behind him, dressed in a suit.

“Looking sharp.” Yaz said.

“My aunt wants me to meet Mr. Lockwood. Ben, can you come with me with a cup of that passionflower and honey tea?” He asked.

Ben nodded and grabbed a saucer with the tea.

“Oh shoot, my apron.” He said. “I forgot it at the shop!”

“Just use the blank extra.” Grey said. “Please hurry. I don’t know how long Mr. Lockwood can be up and about.”

Ben put on the bare non patterned blue apron with no name. After measuring the right amount of heat and straining the tea a few times, he poured the fragrant tea in the porcelain cup painted with green leaves and crooked branches. He sighed and picked up the saucer again, handling it carefully. He remembered how clumsy he was as a child. How on his first day, he had stained a sofa and Mr. Van Owen with a barely warm dark roast.

The owner had laughed and shown him what supplies to use to clean the sofa of its stains, before he showed him how to make coffee and hand him practice in the employee parking lot with heavy wooden saucers, cups and plates filled to the brim with water.

Nick play yelled at him, surprised him as a way to test his grip and walk. He always helped Ben get back up until he was able to walk confidently with a full tray, his arms trembling slightly, but not one drop of water spilling.

Nick and Grey decided to have him in the back after he folded like a chair when a stressed out student had all but bit his head off for adding cream instead of non-fat milk to her cappuccino. She had calmed down a bit after admitting she was failing biochemistry and to his own shock, Ben offered to help her with her homework and share his notes.

Zia had become one of his good friends from then on. She and Franklyn were some of the volunteers who walked dogs at the daycare and puppy corral during mental health awareness month at HU during mid-terms and finals.

They had all met Franklyn during pals and pets day. He often brought his sphynx cat Onyx, often in hand knitted sweater vests with a snappy bowtie, to these events for those with allergies. Ben had cooed over the excitable hairless creature, who had quickly made friends with Bumpy. And they fell in love with the pets, adopting two calico cats within an hour of being there.

And quickly, he was added to their little friend group when they were coerced into a picture with the women. Her moms always invited him over. Ben had to admit out loud to the women how impressive it was they knew Spanish, French, Cantonese and were able to switch in and out between the three and English. The Mrs. Rodriguezs had always doted on him and encouraged their daughter to take care of him and Franklyn.

Ben smiled down at the cup as he followed Grey, still surprised at how far he had come from that child who broke down so easily. Who slept between his parents until he was ten and refused to leave the house as a child and preteen. But now, he had a job, friends, the cutest best friend asleep in her little bed in his room and supportive parents.

He took a deep breath.

He was gonna be okay.

 *

 Kenji was dressed in a fitted black suit. He wore a shirt matching his step-mother’s ash gray cold shoulder dress with many light pink cherry blossoms decorating the maxi skirt and the edges of the elbow length open sleeves. A dusty pink sash was tied around her waist and held by a pink cherry blossom brooch right over the swell of her plump belly. Her curly dark hair was lose and curled around her shoulders as if protecting her from stares over how casual her dress was.

Kenji stayed by her side as his father talked and conversed with other guests of the large ballroom. It was larger than theirs and Kenji was impressed with the rich Indian influence and colors painted on the walls with a large drip chandelier above them.

Candy had been praising it while sipping a soft rose wine from her glass. Kenji put in his own two cents about color and window shape, finding it endearing that Candy had to praise anything and everything that caught her attention.

He wrinkled his nose as Eli Mills, Lockwood’s personal assistant made his way over to them, obviously confused. He had heard from Roxy that he was a ‘straight upturned prat with his nose so high, birds nested in it’. To which Dave had covered Carmen’s ears and said, ‘He’s a douche’.

Mills was flanked by two large guards and Kenji felt his blood boil. Two personal guards, most likely Lockwood’s, as Simon’s staff tended to appear non-threatening at all times.

“Hi, I don’t think we’ve met!” Candy said before he could open his mouth, making Mills stop abruptly. “I’m Candela Kon and this is my son, Kenji.”

“Kon?” Mills asked and then smiled. “I see! I’m sorry we haven’t met yet!”

“Yes, I don’t often go to such big parties like this.” She said and looped her arm through Kenji’s. “Luckily, I have this handsome young man to keep me sane among all the hubbub.”

“Eli?” Claire, her red hair done in a high ponytail and her boyfriend, Owen in a suit next to her. “What’s going on?”

“I was just greeting our esteemed guest.” He responded.

“With your own security?” She asked. Owen rolled his eyes from next to her.

“We got this, have a drink, fellas.” Owen said, holding out his own badge. He and Claire stared down Eli, who nodded and the two men walked away.

“Mrs. Kon.” Claire said and hugged Candy hugged her back.

“Claire!” She said with a smile. “You know better.”

Owen hugged her next. “Hey, Candy.”

He smirked at his girlfriend, who rolled her eyes good naturedly. She took Kenji a step away as Owen and Candy played to Mills’ ego ad asked him about his latest accomplishment, the man paying no mind to them.

“Hello, Kenji.” Claire said. “Mr. Masrani told us of your…arrangement.”

“You know him?” He asked.

Claire smiled, eyes soft. “Yes, I do. He’s very shy and prefers to live a normal quiet life. If you two do marry, I have no doubt he will be happy by the side of someone he loves.”

“What’s he like?” Kenji asked.

“He’s sweet and kind. Loves his family and is very polite. He wants to work in botany, finding ways to use plants for health benefits. He’s also very…” She shut her eyes and sighed, as if trying to push away bad memories. “He’s struggled with anxiety for years and as of now, his confidence is astounding. I think he would be a fine husband.”

“Oh, there’s Dad.” He said as Kosei came to Candy’s other side.

“Uh, h-hello, Mr. Kon. I was just admiring your wife’s…dress.” Mills said.

“Torrid flash sale.” She said proudly, causing a corner of Kosei’s mouth to quirk up as he placed a hand on her bare shoulder, pulling her close.

They shared a look that squeezed Kenji’s heart and even made Owen and Mills melt a bit.

“Have you met our guest of honor?” Mills asked. “Oh, look, there he is.”

Kenji looked over to see the old man in a wheelchair, accompanied by his ever present granddaughter, Maisy.

And next to him was a young man in a nice gray suit and messy brown hair. Along with the owner of green eyes that had captivated him.

“Oh, isn’t that Masrani’s boy?” Mills asked, squinting.

And Kenji felt his heart fall into his stomach.

“I gotta go.” Kenji suddenly said. “Uh, bathroom.”

He walked away quickly.

That man in the suit was his intended. But he hadn’t felt a thing.

 *

 Ben watched Kenji suddenly walk away, who he could assume was his mother taking a few steps after him before her husband stopped her.

“Ben?” Grey asked.

“Huh?”

“Mr. Lockwood said he liked your tea.” Grey said and Ben had to tear his eyes away as his father approached the couple, the older Japanese man talking quickly and quietly to Simon as he frowned.

“Thank you so much, Mr. Lockwood, but I’m afraid I have to excuse myself.” He said.

“Of course, Ben. I know I’ll see you soon by the way Maisy has been talking about those sweets.” The old man joked. “You go do what you need to.”

“Thank you, Sir.” He said.

Grey took the tray. “Go ahead, we got this.”

Ben nodded and took off his apron, giving it to Grey before running off.

 *

 Kenji was sitting alone in the Masrani gardens, looking at the lotus fountain. He watched as the wind blew one into the other and they danced around one and another.

“Kenji?” A voice called.

There was Ben, minus his apron. He was looking down at him in concern.

Kenji looked at him. His kind eyes, sweet smile and how his head cocked a bit like a puppy’s.

He had to know.

“Ditch this party with me?” He asked.

“What?” He stuttered. “I can’t just—”

Kenji grabbed his hand.

“Please?”

Ben looked down at their hands.

“Okay.”

[feeddegi]

10 Signs That Your Cat Is Happy!

How do you know if he's really happy or not? Ten behaviors that prove to you for sure that all is well for him!

1 In The Evening, He Welcomes You With His Tail Up

Your cat communicates with you by meowing and purring, but also uses its own body language. The movements of its ears and / or its tail are as many messages that you can decipher. What about his way of welcoming you looking at you, ears erect, tail raised with the tip slightly curved? It is simply a friendly "hello" in cat language ! This is how two cats who like each other meet each other.

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 2 At Rest, Its Tail Does Not Move

Is he lying on your knees with his tail still? He feels confident and doesn't want to move! Conversely, if his body stiffens and wags his tail, it is a sign of a certain inner tension. He may want to go away or just want you to stop petting him. Unlike the dog, which wags its tail for joy, the cat wags its tail when it is upset or frustrated. And the more she fidgets, the more annoyed he is ...

3 He Gives You Head Shots

Because he appreciates you! This very precise gesture is a sign of very important affection for the cat. On the other hand, if he rubs his cheek against you, it is because he "marks" you by covering you with his body odors, pheromones secreted by small glands located on the chin, lips and cheeks. This gesture just allows him to reassure himself by marking out his territory of which you are part.

4 He Lies On His Back

When a cat sleeps on his back with his belly offered, it is undoubtedly that he feels confident. This part of his body being the most vulnerable part of his anatomy, he does not expose it if he feels threatened or worried. Likewise, if he rolls up beside you and asks for caresses on his stomach without trying to flee or bite, it is because he is perfectly reassured by your presence.

5 He Participates In The Life Of The House

Even if he sleeps a lot, a confident cat spontaneously participates in the life of the house. All is well when he welcomes you in the evening when you return, says hello to you in the morning when you wake up or enjoys moments of peace with you. Conversely, if he suddenly withdraws from family life by hiding in a cupboard, it is because he is worried (if strangers enter his territory) or that he is in pain somewhere. Pain or stress, how to distinguish them? Touch it, stroke it, observe its attitudes and consult a veterinarian if it meows in an unusual way, if it limps or if it behaves lethargic (it does not eat any more, sleeps a lot…).

6 He Tramples Your Belly

In the kitten, this trampling is a survival reflex that appears within ten minutes after birth: while he is deaf, blind and unable to walk, he knows how to crawl up to his mother's udders and stimulate the rise of milk that way. And in the adult cat? This same behavior reappears in a pleasant situation, sometimes on the knees or the stomach of his master! Some ethologists conclude that cats perceive their master as a surrogate mother.

7 He Licks Your Forehead

Our tomcats are less solitary than you might think: they can live in groups and forge special bonds between them. However, in a colony of cats, licking or washing on the head strengthens the bonds between individuals. So ? This is exactly what your cat does: he licks your face (forehead, cheeks, etc.) both to show you his affection and to let you know that he feels safe by your side. Does he lick your armpits or the palms of your hands? The meaning is not the same: it is interested in your body odors which contain pheromones and informs it about your emotions or your state of health.

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 8 He Brings Back His Prey

Hunting and bringing home an injured lizard or bird? It's a good sign ! Some behavioral vets believe it is because he wants to eat his prey where he feels safe. Others assert, on the contrary, that it is a mark of confidence in its master: a cat which has learned to hunt with its mother would reproduce this behavior with one it considers part of its family.

9 He Shows You His Posterior

Your cat approaches, gives a few affectionate nods, rubs against you, turns around, tail up, exposing his posterior! This often embarrassing and quite unpleasant attitude is actually a great mark of confidence in you: your cat allows you to sniff his intimate smells, supposed to act as a signal of friendship towards you! How to react ? Above all, do not scold him, but nothing prevents you from gently pushing him away.

10 He Plays With You

If the kitten plays with everything from the age of 2 months, the adult cat will keep the desire to play for his entire life, especially if he lives in an apartment where the lack of activities can be stressful. A curious cat, who jumps into an empty box, runs after a spool of thread, is a happy cat. Stimulate his curiosity by varying the activities and play five to ten minutes a day with him… He will be grateful to you.

[x-avantgarde-x]

POTO cat au.

I really wanted to do a POTO cat au… I hope it hasn’t been done yet.

Erik:

Sphynx: Erik is a Sphynx of bright gold eyes with many scars. He’s also missing a piece of his right ear from his previous years at the streets.

Rescued boy: he used to be a stray cat when you found him. He was really thin, ill and in need of a bath. You found him a night while meeting with your friends, none of them wanted to take with them «a ugly cat, left in an alley» so you did it, probably the best decision you’ve ever made.

PTSD from past abuse: shortly after rescuing him you realized that he had been abused in the past. Not just some of his scars, which couldn’ t have been done by other cats, showed it but that he was incredibly scared of you and of any contact you attempted to make. It took you some time and a lot of patience to get him to trust you but since then neither of you too could stand being parted away.

Good boy? Best boy!: Erik is not just a good boy, he is your best boy in the whole world! He may be really curious even a little mischevious some times but he is usually a very well behaved cat, who needs little maintenance (if you keep in mind the high maintenance that sphynx cats need Erik seems to require none.) He becomes possessive quite quickly around other males, keep this in mind.

Our boy is a little music lover: whenever you are listening to music at your radio Erik will start purring and swinging his tail at its rhythm, sometimes he while even meow following the lyrics. If you play an instrument such as the piano Erik will always snuggles at your lap while you play, sometimes he will even try to play it himself!

He is your night in shiny armor: Erik is just completely loyal and loves you with his whole heart. He will protect you from anything and will always be by your side quite literally. You saved his life and have been the only one to show him love and affection, let him return you the favor

Christine:

White ragdoll: Christine is a little blue-eyed lady with the softest and whitest fur you have ever seen! She arrived three years after you rescued Erik as a present from your family for being accepted at college. That little and loud snowball quickly became the small queen of your house, both you and Erik love her deeply.

Purr, purr, and purr again: Why?!?!? does?!?!? she?!?!? purr?!?!? so?!?!? much?!?!? She is just a super happy and affectionate girl, like *you walk into your flat after classes* «Oh! Mamma, you’re already here!?!?!» she shoves against your legs and starts purring. *you start cooking dinner*  «Oh, you’re cooking? It must be delicious!» Christine sits next to your hand WHICH IS HOLDING THE KNIFE and starts purring like mad. *you are sitting at your desk studying* «My mamma is such a hard-working woman!» snuggles against one of your arms and starts purring.

This girl absolutely adores Erik: It’s not just that since the day Christine arrived Erik has been super affectionate and protective with her and has made sure to keep her safe, but that she also adores him and loves to spend time with him and to be next to him.

Do not ever doubt that this furry lady has a queen like bed: what???? She IS your queen, she deserves to be treated like one.

Raoul:

Orange tabby: a friend of yours’ cat had had a whole litter of purebred kittens and she gifted you this boy two months after he was born. He is a month younger than Christine. Even though sometimes it seems like Christine doesn’t know which one to choose, if Erik or him, that hasn’t stopped your little tiger from trying to win your queen’s heart. Raoul didn´t have to try so hard to win your love, he managed to steal your heart as soon as he looked at you with those big eyes.

A little adventurous: Raoul is a little gentleman… As long as you don’t let him go out to the urbanization’s gardens, in that case… *gets inside the shrubberies and starts digging like a dog* «Is there anything hidden here???» *starts scratching and attacking the plants* «Yeah! Surrender you, evil plant!!! You will never be able to defeat me!!» Once you even found him hunting some poor birds.

He doesn’t get along with Erik: Even though he and Christine seem to adore each other your boys can’t even stand being in the same room, let alone spending time together. They will start hissing and threatening with harming each other. Raoul better doesn’t even think of coming next to you when you and Erik are spending time together which tends to be most of the time. Erik has it pretty clear, if these assholes believes that he can come here, win your love and take you away from him first he will have to defeat him! And Erik is quite ready to die for your love (this got better as years passed by.)

The Daroga:

Persian cat: before being your cat Daroga was your aunty’s beloved boy. When she had to move to another country due to her job you decided to keep him. Daroga was already an old cat, if you add that to the fact that he knew you since you were a kid made it easy for him to move to your house.

The calmest boy: the Daroga is, without discussion, the most peaceful one from your cats. He just lies down in some comfortable place (his favorite spot is the sofa at the living room) and stays there without causing any trouble.

He keeps everyone in their place: *pulls Erik away from the plug* «No, Erik! That’s dangerous, don’t touch it!!!» *sees Christine fall into the toilet and runs goes to pick her up* «Christine, you could have harmed yourself!!! Be careful.» *catches Raoul about to jump from the window to get a bird* «Don’t you even think about it!!!» jumps to close the window just on time for Raoul not to kill himself.

Always warns you when Erik and Raoul are about to start fighting: some time ago he would have stopped them himself, but after that time he got a scratch on his face he decided that it was for the best if from now on he just called you.

The Daroga is actually the only male cat Erik allows to come next to you: not just that, Daroga seems to be the only male cat which’s presence doesn’t disturb Erik (he actually enjoys it a lot). You will always recall that time that your friend came to your house and brought Philippe, Raoul’s brother and her cat, with her. Erik and Daroga were peacefully cuddling together at your sofa when Philippe came close to them. The next you recall is turning around to spot a very angry Erik on top of the poor Philippe… possessive boy.

[kurotsukkki-blog]

bokuakurotsuki hcs no one asked for

tsukki has major anxiety but hates to be open about it

akaashi also has anxiety but it isnt as bad as tsukki's

kuroo has OCD

bo, akaashi, and tsukki found out about it when tsukki walked into their room while kuroo was crying and flicking the light switch constantly

kuroo over thinks everything and usually has a breakdown at 2am

bokuto is the calm one when someone is having an attack and knows how to handle it

tsukki is still in college

bokuto and kuroo are both volleyball coaches

akaashi is a teacher

akaashi having a major panic attack on his first day of teaching and one of his students (a high schooler) calming him down

the other three (mainly kuroo) buying tsukki tons of dinosaur related things

tsukki getting three sets of the jurassic park movies for his 18th birthday, because the other three didnt tell each other what they were getting him

tsukki lOVES bdsm

tsukki and akaashi fucking after akaashi gets back from teaching, knowing their boyfriends will be back from practice soon

akaashi loves breathplay

bokuto is suprisingly quiet during sex

kuroo likes to be fucked more than he likes to do the fucking

tsukki and akaashi usually have one side of the bed

because bokuto and kuroo cant stay still in their sleep

kuroo kicking one of them off the bed at least every other night

they need a bigger bed

kuroo likes to initiate hugs or kisses or most physical contact because of his OCD

kuroo's OCD usually gets pushed to the back of his mind when playing volleyball

tsukki didnt continue volleyball in college

bokuto, kuroo, and akaashi all went to the same college (also tsukki later on)

bokuto is the best (but messiest) at cooking

kuroo can make amazing shortcake

akaashi and tsukki suck at anything in the kitchen

akaashi is an amazing and gorgeous artist, but he doesnt really like his pieces, so he hides most of them

one day while kuroo was reorganizing (looking at their messy house was giving him anxiety) he found a box of akaashi's old sketchbooks and fell in love with everything

a lot of the drawings were of bokuto

tsukki always having to buy new glasses, because they're always getting sat on or scratched

kuroo wanting a dog (despite being apart of the nekoma team) but bokuto wants a cat

akaashi and tsukki surprising them with both on christmas

a german shepherd and a hairless cat (even though it was super expensive and hard to find but that's the kind bokuto wanted)

surprisingly arent very picky eaters so their meals dont have to be difficult

but can never decide what to watch on movie night

have races to whoever touches the dvd player first gets to watch the movie they picked out

bokuto and kuroo ignoring akaashi and tsukki after they went ahead on the show they were watching on netflix

cuddling and falling asleep on the couch (kuroo always on the left side)

waking up with sore bodies because of the awkward positions

just good boyfriends

tsukki hates that god damn sphynx but it loves tsukki (much to bo's displeasure)

tsukki thinks it's the most ugliest thing in the world

he'd jump everytime it crawled in his lap while he's doing homework and would make a fit at bokuto about it

the dog and cat get along really well

bokuto and kuroo coming home from work one day with another cat

this cat is all black and wasnt even abandoned or anything they just wanted to look at cats and came home with one

they said the black cat reminded them lf akaashi

the sphynx and black cat hating each other

the sphynx getting mad when the other cat crawls onto tsukki and would get into a fight on top of tsukki

kuroo always recording it

all of their pets have really thought out names

akaashi is in love with the dog

he takes him on walks, always giving him treats, and telling him how much of a good boy he is

[melaenis-ficente-blog]

A Heart’s A Heavy Burden || Dark Squad + Dragon Tales

Summary: Jake Long the American Dragon challenges the dragon deep within the woods for possession of Howl’s heart...

@american-dragon @oh-heartlessman

 JAKE:

Here is a thing about dragons:

They are old creatures and they have been around long before humans and will very likely continue to be around long after humans. There are dragons and there are Dragons, but dragons had walked the earth far longer than anything remotely human. They are creatures of legend and the old and Jake had not actually ever seen one up close before. In America, you see, most of them had been driven away, as cities rose up, as skyscrapers tore through the air, as the world changed and magic faded from the land.

Dragons -- capital ‘D’ -- revered dragons and they knew to give them the utmost respect.

Now, Jake had gotten whiff of the dragon back when it first broke through the house on Main Street and took to the air. Fu had pestered him about going to see the dragon and pay proper tribute to it.

“Smells different, that one,” grumbled Fu. “Could be dangerous.”

But Jake was -- Jake was an eighteen-year-old boy finishing up his last semester of secondary and he wanted to skateboard and he wanted to watch movies with his girlfriend and he wanted to study for his history final (okay, so he didn’t really wanna do that but that was the stuff he should be doing, ya know?)

Then there was the case of one Kiki Takayama.

Jake had returned home from school one day and Fu instantly lumbered up to him and demanded they go to the hospital to see her, because she was a sorceress from a long line of powerful Japanese witches and really, Jake should’ve introduced himself earlier. Especially since they had been in the same weird alternate Grecian household or whatever.

So, Jake showed up with a bunch of peonies and that was when he learned the full story of the dragon in the woods.

The dragon in the woods was not a full dragon, as Fu had suspected, but the shadow of a sorceress. And in her clutches was the heart of one sorcerer. Actually -- it was Melaenis and Howl, who had been Jake and Kiki’s weird alternate Grecian masters or whatever. But the fact of the matter -- Howl was in danger, as long as the dragon still clutched his heart.

Now why it had taken Jake a solid month to make the trek to the dragon’s cave was another story, which he tried to say was because of finals and stuff, but really, he was a bit nervous. Fu had given him dragon prep and he’d finished the last of his exams before actual finals season and here was a free weekend before prom and stuff, so off the the woods he went.

He was in his Dragon form, flying through the air, with Fu on his back. Fu had on a knapsack, filled with some old Chinese trinkets that he had in his old trunk. Jake didn’t ask about the coin around Fu’s neck; after the whole sphynx cat in the park incident, Fu had not said much about Yan Yan or the coin and very much avoided Jake’s questions on the matter.

He soared through the sky, his little wings giving him an extra lift as he cut upwards through the air and made a loop (“WATCH IT KID!” yelped Fu, clutching on tigheter) and then dove back down. The cave was easy to find and Jake landed with a soft thud. Fu got off his back, getting back down onto all fours.

The opening of the cave was dark. Jake raised his neck, wings curling into his back, and trod over to it. He could definitely smell the dragon -- and the magic that permeated everywhere. His tail brushed against the forest floor, sweeping closer towards him.

“Hello?”  called Jake, in the dragon language. “I’m here to, uh.”

“He seeks an audience with the dragon,” said Fu, in Beast. “As a member of the Order of the Dragon, he wishes to offer a tribute.”

THE DRAGON:

The dragon had claimed this quarry and this forest for her kingdom two and a half moons ago.

Two and a half moons was a blink to a creature such as herself. And yet in that blink, the dragon had amassed her fortune steadily, her caves brimming with gold, relics, and fine cloth. In the eyes of a dragon, it was nothing. In the eyes of a dragon, even her home here was but a humble little pocket of the vast, brilliant world-- a world that belonged to her. She should not have to curl up in such a cramped cave. She shouldn’t have to hiss and spit at the farmers around this delicate ecosystem to provide her what was her own. She should not have to entertain so many fleshbag-visitors, their blood dull and magic-less, their minds clouded with arrogance. Knights and farmboys and would-be lords. None of them scared her but all of them made her restless.

This was her kingdom and it should be given, not taken. She was a dragon and she should be worshipped, not plotted against.

Each day, that restlessness grew and she dreamed of starting from scratch. She entertained herself with these fantasies: scorching the town down into ash so she might grow something new; offering the townsfolk their lives if they took a knee and burning half of them just to hear the screams anyway; leaving this little town entirely and seeking her own-- she heard stories of a dragonhold in the east, in the Himalayan Mountains where men were few and the weather wild.

She was stopped every time by a whisper.

It was her stupid witch.

Somewhere around the turn of the second moon, her witch had woken just enough for the dragon to feel her consciousness pushing against her own. It was her daughter that woke her more than anything else: Magdalena Rose the size of a foal now, flying on her own. She brought back a tattered spellbook in her talons one knight, a prize fitting of a witch, not a dragon. She’d cocked her head, that crown of feathers fluttering as those round, blue eyes gazed curiously at the dragon, as though she were waiting for something.

This is a common spellbook, the dragon said to her offspring. This is not a thing of great magic.

Magdalena Rose chirped low, the sound more birdsong than dragon, and the dragon blinked: seeing the witch press a kiss on the creature’s plume of feathers.

Then the daughter skittered farther into the cave, back toward her father-- who might find such childish drivel charming-- and the witch disappeared.

But these moments, where the dragon felt the veil of her power fade, became more frequent. Whenever the dragon filled her mind with visions of fire and blood, the witch asserted herself. No, she hissed.

When the voice of the Dragon-Boy came, the witch opened her eyes again.

But the dragon was still in power. The dragon was the one that rose from her half-slumber and smelled the air, rich with that ancient, rare magic of the Dragon guardians. It had been a long time since she’d smelled anything like that...since the demi-god came, oh how she still wanted him for herself…

Perhaps the Dragon-Boy would stay. If not, she’d break his fragile hide and bless the front of her cave with his blood.

No, said the witch.

Shut up. The dragon rose and slipped toward the entrance. Her great head emerged from the shadows and peered down at the small creature, more wyrm than dragon, more hatchling than full-grown. Oh, the forms of the Dragons had always made the dragon laugh. To Mundus, they seemed ethereal and powerful-- until they saw what a real dragon should look like.

Even his Eastern kind made this one look a fool. But a prize was a prize.

A tribute, repeated the dragon, sounding amused. And what does a young Dragonling such as yourself have to offer me? And why have you taken so long to deliver it? I should punish you for your tardiness alone.

JAKE

Fu glared at Jake, because honestly, there was no good explanation for why Jake had taken so long besides adolescent foolishness. Jake crunched some leaves under his claws, shifting his weight to his back haunches and glanced at Fu briefly. He felt really in over his head, especially seeing just how flippin’ big this dragon was -- hell, this dragon could so easily crush him with one snap of her jaws. Not to mention the deep, dark magic that was radiating off of her. Jake’s Perception only usually worked in his Dragon form and boy, was this dragon absolutely stinking of dark magic.

Fu cleared his throat.

“I apologize for his tardiness,” said Fu, dipping his head lower. “He is still a young one and adolescent troubles got in the way.”

Damn, why was Fu suddenly Mr. Speech Man?

“Uh. Yeah. Sorry finals and stuff. Uh.” Jake raised his neck, tilting his head back towards the dragon, before trodding over to Fu and gently taking the knapsack between his teeth and shaking the contents onto the forest floor.

Out toppled a few jade sculptures and some bronze vases filled to the brim with gold coins.

Holy shit Fu, thought Jake, making a mental note not to pay for Fu’s pizza order because apparently the dog was loaded.

“I hope these tributes will be okay,” said Jake, dipping his head and nudging one of the vases towards the dragon. As he lifted his head, he took a moment to survey the back of the cave. A heart would be small and he wasn’t sure where to even begin to look, but a peek was as good a start as any. “We can help you take them inside.”

THE DRAGON:

Ugh. Millennials.

Still, the dragon lifted her head and made no move to slay the Dragonling, while he fetched the knapsack full of treasure. The dragon’s nostrils flared. She could smell the metal and could name each mineral residing in the knapsack-- jade, gold, bronze.

Sure enough, these treasures spilled out, clanking against each other, music to the dragon’s ears.

But back in the time of dragons, such a gift would not be enough from a Dragonling and certainly not one that had already insulted a queen such as herself. At the height of her power she received herds of cattle, from sheep to cow, along with piles and piles of gold, carried in wooden wagons, drawn by beautiful, white horses. The Dragonling would have provided either all that wealth or something of even greater importance: something of great and rare magic.

A jade sculpture, a few vases, and a fistful of coins were nothing to her.

But this was not the time of dragons. Her disappointment soured in her mouth. The urge to maim him anyway rose and rose-- and then the witch appeared again, a flash of her seaglass eye in the mind of the dragon. And it wasn’t worth the fight, nor was it worth, she supposed, spilling the blood of one so unique, even if he wasn’t smart. That would bring a Council of Dragons at her doorstep. And oh, she’d always hated politics.

Very well, she intoned instead, her voice measured, betraying nothing-- not her pleasure or displeasure. Bring the items in, Dragonling. And tell me your name, the name of your family, and how it is you have come to Swynlake.

The dragon then turned back into her shadowy cave, her tail sweeping behind her. At least this afternoon would not be a dull one. Perhaps she would have a new trophy by the time all was said and done.

JAKE

All things considered, Jake thought this was going very well. And by very well, he meant that the dragon hadn’t totally eviscerated him in the first three minutes, so things were pretty good.

Fu, meanwhile, shifted nervously. Jake didn’t notice this. He just ducked his head in reverence and followed the dragon into the cave. Fu skittered behind him, haunches raised, eyes darting around the darkness of the cave. He sniffed around, the dark magic clinging to every last rock and crevice.

Jake followed the dragon, gazing around.

Oh, uh. I’m Jake Long. Of the Fuijan Longs. But I’m from Brooklyn. And, uh, well I’m just here ‘cuz the Council wants all candidates for National Dragons to, like, have experience in international places, ya know? Especially America, ‘cuz Americans are whack.

He tried to laugh a little, but in Dragon form, it came out like a growl that echoed through the cavern walls.

“Oh! Darling -- have you brought me a present?” called a voice.

Jake raised his head, peering over the dragon’s shoulders to see a scantily clad Howl Pendragon walking towards them.

Jake’s first thought was DO NOT LOOK AT HIS CROTCH.

His second thought was now where is that heart.

“What a fine specimen,” said Howl, waltzing over to Jake and peering up into his eyes. Jake blinked, glancing from Fu to the dragon, then back to Howl. He wanted to ask if Howl was okay, but Howl seemed...fine? Happy, almost?

He tried to remember what Kiki had said, about Howl’s heart being held captive, about how he had no free will any more. About how he would die if the heart wasn’t returned to him.

“Uh. Hi, Howl. Do you remember me?” asked Jake, speaking in human tongue. “Kiki and I were your, uh, charges during Greek Week.”

“Oh, yes! That was a lovely week. Just me and --” His voice faltered and he stood, glassy-eyed, unblinking for a good three seconds, before he cocked his head. “Where are my manners? Come on in -- I’ve made some lovely avocado toast for Diablo when he gets back.”

THE DRAGON:

Out flew Diaval to collect the treasures from the ground and carry them into the rest of the hoard one by one. The dragon swept into the cave with her new, knobby-kneed envoy behind.

She did not think much of the guardian dog as he huffed and snuffled around her cave. Guardians and familiars were brainless creatures, especially the canine variety, much too concerned with security for their charges-- and so the dragon merely assumed the guardian was sniffing out potential traps and pitfalls. She was glad her witch had attracted a clever bird. They were less concerned with safety than with opportunity.

The Dragon-boy, meanwhile, was so dumb as to be mere child. His adolescence had only thickened his stupidity.

But he came from a wonderful line, didn’t he?

Because the dragon knew the Fuijan Longs. The line of Dragons was a prosperous, well-known one, going back generations and generations. And the older the magic, the more powerful it was. Or so the rule went, though the dragon herself had found an exception in one ambitious, dragon-eyed witch from Florence.

It was the boy’s magic alone that kept her from growing instantaneously bored and turning his pretty scarlet scales into jeweled dressings for her home. Though her mood might change as the weather did and whether or not she determined he was more useful dead than alive.

The sorcerer appeared then, ever the curious fool. The witch stirred again at the sound of his voice, but the dragon ignored the witch and drifted further into the cave, until she reached the bed she had made out of the most beautiful of her treasures. She settled into it, a shower of coins tumbling over her scales. Her eyes slanted as she watched Howl scurry around like an ant to serve their...guests.

Tell me of the world, said the dragon after just a moment of watching. Is Swynlake the first place you have visited, Dragonling? Are there any of my kind left in...what was the stupid word you said? Brooklyn?

Her heart hungered for news of her sisters and brothers. Even if it were only rumour, like the tales of the dragons in the Himalayas.

JAKE

There were no dragons in New York City.

Maybe there had been, once upon a time, but not since white people had come to the land and driven out all that was magic and all that belonged. That’s what some of the older Dragons had told Jake, anyway, and some of the fairies in Central Park and some of the gnomes that lived under the subway system. Magic still lived in the city, of course, flourished even, some would argue, if you knew where to look.

But there were no dragons.

Maybe in Montana or Wyoming or someplace with mountains and a big sky. Canada, Jake knew, had a thriving frost dragon population in the north and even some old forest dragons and mountain dragons. Texas was rumored to have some desert ones, too.

Not in Brooklyn, Jake answered, as Howl shuffled around to get the avacado toast. But in, uh, Texas. Which is close. Sorta. I haven’t met any in America. Just Dragons -- like me Dragons, not you dragons.

He scanned around the cave, trying to figure out where the heck this heart thing was. Fu was stoic, sitting like an actual dog and waiting patiently for Howl. But he glanced at Jake and sniffed loudly. Jake wondered why the fuck he did that -- then realized. Oh, duh. Of course the heart wouldn’t be, like, out in the open. He had to use his other senses.

“Here you are,” said Howl, and a plate of avocado toast gilded towards Jake. He caught it between his teeth, trying to get a scent of Howl’s magic and see if he recognized it anywhere else around the room.

So, uh, nice place you got here, said Jake, and he tilted the plate so he could snatch the toast on his top teeth  and pull it into his mouth. The plate floated away from him and he munched on the toast,  looking around the room.

His eyes caught a little orange flame resting upon a pile of gold. That was weird.

The magic smelled stronger there.

Wow, that’s a lot of treasure. Do you want us to bring the new stuff over?

THE DRAGON:

The dragon did not know of any place called Texas, just like she did not know any place called Brooklyn. She could imagine what these places looked like though: all concrete, metal and asphalt, massive buildings sprouting  up from the ground where Mundus all swarmed in their suits. When she had been alive and free, the world had yet to be shaped by the hands of men. All those metal forests were just dreams in their minds. Instead the world was beautiful, lush, and green, and there was enough space for dragonkin. They roamed the hills, the jungles, the wide and deep rivers, the mountains, the plains. And each one of her brothers and sisters were unique and powerful. Their magic inimitable.

But men came and had to name everything. Their languages were crude too, their tongues clumsy. They knew nothing of true names. They stole the magic from the places they stuck their flags in and spoke in the harshest of tones. Brooklyn. Texas. Disgusting.

And so the Dragon boy’s story made the dragon want to sigh and rest her head again. The longing pounded inside her for the world as it had once been. She hated this cave, she hated the Dragon boy who knew nothing of true power, she even hated the sorcerer that her witch loved, watching as he wasted his magic preparing toast. He was a ridiculous, petty, shallow-minded thing. She hungered over the magic inside him and missed the shadow she’d once danced with through the sky. Both of these things were wasted on him too.

And so, bored and tired, restless and lonely, the dragon had nothing but the treasure she had surrounded herself with. Her eyes flicked to the Dragon boy who had brought her a few more of these trinkets and the dragon thought only of those.

Yes, boy. Add your gifts to the pile, she answered and said little else, having lost all interest in the Dragon boy; he could tell her nothing else. He could give her nothing else.

Her eyes drifted away from him then and toward the glittering crystals encrusted in the cave walls. They murmured of magic. She listened to their gentle conversation and felt at least a little better. She had found the most beautiful place in this forsaken forest. If she must be alone, then here was a good place to build.

JAKE

It was now or never.

Jake had imagined several cool action sequences in his head before and they were always set to Ruff Ryders’ Anthem by DMX, so in order to pump himself up, he played that song in his head as he trod over to where the creepy raven thing had dumped the treasures and carefully picked them up in his mouth, walking over to the treasure horde.

He eyed Fu, who was pretending not to pay attention to him (at least, he hoped that Fu was pretending) and instead in deep conversation with Howl. Jake caught a snippet of what they were talking about -- something about deep conditioner.

Jake took a deep breath, dropping the trinkets onto the treasure trove. They clattered onto the jewels and the coins and other valuables and Jake darted his eyes, pretending to organize the vases and set them upright. Really, he was sniffing, try to scout out where exactly this heart was --

“Psst kid,” a little voice piped up and it took all of Jake’s incognito training not to jump up. “Over here -- the flame -- it’s me.”

Holy shit -- the fire was TALKING TO HIM?!

Uh, dude. What?

“You don’t have much time, she’ll hear. What you’re looking for -- it’s buried under me -- quickly, pretend you dropped something.”

Jake froze for a second, a necklace still between his teeth. He opened his jaw and it fell.

Oh no. I should get that.

He dug his claws into the mound, trying to find something that was not supposed to be there.

THE DRAGON:

At first the dragon realized nothing.

She had no reason to suspect. Her mind drifted, she breathed deeply the magic of her cave and even the forest beyond this one. For the dragon, everything was connected in a fine network of energy, magic like blood, pumped by the heartbeat of the world that lived deep in the core of it all. And she, born from earth and fire and sky, knew every part of it. It was the magic that sustained her now. It was the magic that she had become when the men had first come to slaughter her body, not realizing that a dragon’s soul did not easily die.

It was magic that was left, now that everything else was gone. It was all she had. 

And so she did not realize what the Dragon boy intended until he stuck that measley claw into her treasure and reached for some of her most precious magic at all.

The sorcerer’s heartbeat pumped harder as the Dragon Boy’s claws found it. Badumdum. Badumdum. Badumdum. It sang only her name.

And the dragon whipped her head around, mouth opening at once to show off every single one of her razor sharp fangs, catching the thief in the act.

She roared at once and rose from her bed of treasure, whipping her tail toward the boy. Coins, goblets, plates, jewels flew into the air and she wacked the Dragonling down.

HOW DARE YOU! Her voice thundered. She lunged toward the boy with fire sparking in her mouth.

JAKE:

Oh shit.

Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shitshit shitshit shit shit shitshit shitshit shitshit shitshit shitshit shitshit shitshit shitshit shit shit shit shit shit.

Shit.

This was not good.

Before he could process what was happening, his claws wrapped around something soft and fluttering, and then the full force of the dragons tail smacked him across the face. He tumbled down on the pile of treasure, coins flying everywhere, but righted himself as soon as he was able to.

His own heart thumped in rhythm with the one he held in his claws.

The dragon lunged, but Jake was prepared and kicked up from the floor, flying into the air. He sharply turned as he neared the ceiling of the cave, and his back skimmed the rocks, as he weaved in between the stalactites.

“FU!” he yelped.

That was the cue -- Fu started to bark and ran towards the entrance of the cave.

All Jake had to do was somehow manage a hairpin turn and get the FUCK outta here. He just had to do it. It was now or never. He had to face the angry beast behind him. He had to do it --

With a roar, he made a sharp turn, the dove towards the cave floor.

THE DRAGON:

First the apprentice witch had come, with her demigod in tow. She had left them in ruins and they had fled here in pieces.

Next, the child from the Order, playing knight in his armor and insulting her with the brandish of his magic shield. She’d crushed the shield and smashed the boy. He, too, fled, a dog with his tail between his legs.

And now the Dragon Boy had come, another after the heart of the sorcerer.

The fury filled the dragon, blinding her with it. She lunged for the boy ready to snap him in half with her teeth. This time, there would be no survivors and no one would escape. There would be a corpse, a body, a mid-day snack. First, the boy, then the sniveling hound. And if her fury was not satiated--

If there would only be more boys, more witches, more demigods, more traitors, more thieves, come to collect what was rightfully hers--

She would swallow Swynlake whole.

With a thunderous roar, she snapped her jaws right as the Dragon Boy ducked. He slipped below her jaw and then up toward the ceilings. The dragon’s snout crashed into the wall, shaking the entire cave. A cloud of dust blossomed through the air, dirt and rock raining down.

The dragon roared again and pushed off the wall. Fire erupted from her salivating mouth, a jet of it shooting down the cave toward the boy. And though he was small and agile, she would not let him escape. She’d learned from her skirmishes with the others--

The dragon smashed her entire massive body up into the ceiling, dislodging a line of stalagmites. They fell like knives and blocked the path of the thief, causing him to veer up again. But there was nowhere else to go.

There was just the dragon, the fire, and her gaping jaws.

Surrender now! She commanded him. Or I will burn you and the heart both!

JAKE

He heard his mom’s voice.

Not Gramps, chastising him and swatting a roll of newspaper at him. Not Fu, grumbling and mumbling and making sarcastic comments under his breath.

It was his mom he heard in the back of his head.

I’m disappointed.

There was nowhere to go -- just the dragon, only the dragon, her mouth wide, the teeth bared. Maybe if he had trained more, maybe if he had made some better plans, maybe if he had come earlier, maybe if he was just…

If he was just better. Not some half-Dragon mutt, whose mother was human-locked.

“KID!” Fu’s voice was barely discernible under the dragon’s roar.  “We gotta get outta here! Just drop it -- “

Jake looked straight on. There was only fire, only darkness -- she would kill him if he didn’t comply.

He drifted down from the air, landing on top of the pile of coins. His feet scrambled a little and a few of the treasures tumbled down, but he managed to steady himself and set the heart down gently. It was still warm.

“I’m sorry,” Jake whispered, to the flame that had spoken to him, not even sure if it heard. And he stepped aside, head ducked down, as he walked down the hill and towards the dragon.

It’s yours, he said. I surrender.

THE DRAGON:

Yes. Hers.

She’d claimed it. She had spent weeks and weeks guarding it, and before that, weeks and weeks waiting to claim it for herself. The witch had not been brave enough to act on the selfish wants of her own heart, but the dragon was not so weak. She still remembered how it beat in the palms of the witch’s hands. She tasted its magic even now, with smoke still billowing from her nostrils. That magic was why she found this cave and hid the heart deep within it. It was hers. Hers, hers, hers!

Enemies! Knights! Liars! Thieves! They all came for what she had earned.

Nobody, not even the wizard himself, deserved that heart-magic, which made it beat strong there upon the floor of her cave.

And the dragon realized that as long as it did beat, the heart would be vulnerable. Her enemies would be many and oh, they’d come. They’d come with wand, sword, or wit. They’d pretend to befriend her. They’d betray her inevitably-- even Diablo was no friend to the dragon, even Soleil would eventually hunger for the heart-magic too. The only friends the dragon ever had died long ago. Her kin was near extinct. There was no one to trust, no one but herself.

Herself, and the heart. Mine mine mine.

She would swallow it whole and then it would always be hers.

Then watch, Dragonling, hissed the dragon. She swept toward the beating heart. It beat faster, thrumming alone and dirty on the cold ground. Watch and spread my message to the rest of the forest. There will be no more Heart of Howl Pendragon. His death rests on your shoulders.

“NO!” cried a voice in the cave. Was it the insipid fire demon? The boy’s Guardian? She didn’t care. She relished in the protestation. And when the wizard fell limp, she would burn him until he was nothing but bones.

The flames caught in her mouth again. Mine mine mine--

Then deep within, the witch opened her eyes.

The fire halted and the dragon suddenly threw her head back as though she’d been struck by an invisible hammer. She jerked again. A strange cry, reedy and thin, slipped from between her teeth-- more human than beast. She wailed again and a spout of fire ejected from her maw up toward the roof of the cave as the fire sprouted like flowers between her scales.

And as quickly as it began, it ended, and through the smoke sat a naked woman, her eyes glinting ruby red. She reached for the heart and then stood slowly, on legs that felt too small and thin after months wearing a dragon’s skin. But she found her balance and took one step, and then another, until she emerged through the smoke with her head lifted.

She clutched that beating hard so tightly, one might think her nail would puncture through. She clutched it, the magic thrumming its way through her veins as though it were her blood. It was why her eyes still glowed red. The dragon was still close, so close. (The dragon would always be close.)

“Howl,” she called to him. And the heart beat quicker, calling for the wizard too.

JAKE

His head was ducked down and he was prepared to begin his walk of shame towards the cave entrance. His own heart was pounding in his throat and he wasn’t ready to face Fu. He stood under the dragon, unable to meet its glowing red eyes.

He’d fucked up, he’d royally fucked up and --

There was a shout. Jake jerked his head up, unsure of where the noise came from then --

The dragon lurched and a spout of fire catapulted towards the . Jake yelped, jumping in the opposite direction. From deeper in the cave, Howl Pendragon ran towards them, arms outstretched, but the dragon shruddred and Howl collapsed on a pile of coins as a cloud of smoke enveloped them both.

Jake coughed, eyes straining to see through the smoke.

“Howl! Uh -- Dragon?!”

From the smoke emerged -- holy fuck was that Mel?! She was the dragon?!  She was holding the beating heart in her hand?! She was okay!  She was--naked.

Oh god she was naked.

Jake shifted immediately back into his human form (clothed) and covered his eyes.

“He’s behind you!” said Jake, fingers clamped. He reached out his other hand to point in the general direction, to Howl who was passed out on the ground, one arm dramatically thrown over his head, his golden hair spilling across the golden coins (Jake, of course, did not see all of this as he was very much not looking at Naked Melaenis).

“I think he heard the, uh, commotion and ran out after you but then, uh, I dunno he just sorta fainted I guess?!”

MELAENIS:

Melaenis moved, stumbling toward Howl’s collapsed body. And as she went, step by uneven step, as though she was relearning how to use her legs, the poem trickled back in…

...Go and catch a falling star…

Oh, but she had something so much better than a star cradled in the palms of her hand.

She knew what she had to do. It was as though no time had passed between now and that March midnight so long ago, when she’d first pulled this star from Calcifer’s embers. She blinked and saw Howl’s home and its floorboards and the runes she’d scrawled. The candles, the silly bookshoppe girl in the corner, Howl tied to the chair, unaware that he was but a pawn in a much bigger game than he could ever imagine.

And above all else, she remembered the heart. How it beat, how it sang, how it called to her. How the dragon roared in response.

Could she do it now? What had changed between then and today? Nothing, Mel knew. She arrived at Howl’s side, kneeling down with her knees pressing crescents into the dirt, and the dragon still lived inside of her. There was no fire demon or contract to break for Melaenis. It still hungered. Mel hungered. She paused over his body, holding his heart, and she still wanted it.

Gazing down at Howl’s sleeping face, he was beautiful just like this. Could he not stay like this-- a sleeping beauty, hidden in a witch’s cave?

Mel’s eyes softened and she tilted her head to the side like a bird, inspecting its egg. Gently, she removed some hair from his face.

The dragon burned and salivated, wrestling for control again. No-- that was not the dragon at all, but her own hunger. It was not a hunger for blood or for flesh.

Things would be different, when Melaenis’s sleeping beauty awoke.

No where / Lives a woman true, and fair, went the spell cast so long ago: a prophecy true. And the prophecy had spoken right if Mel was supposed to be the prophesied woman. She’d doubted herself the last time, but now in the damp cavelight, covered in soot, she realized it was always supposed to be this way. Howl had found his deceitful woman, and she had betrayed him as the poem had said, just as she betrayed her master before him, and her father before that. It was only Melaenis who was wicked enough to hold a heart wrapped in wicked magic this long-- and live.

“Let’s see if the rest of it is true, my darling,” she whispered to Howl and Howl alone. And very gently, she pressed the heart into Howl’s chest.

Blood spilled-- blood, and then bright, otherworldly fire. Mel felt the heat of it, but she felt the beating of the heart much longer, even after the flames had died and there was no more heart.

Still, it beat-- it beat, for it was in Howl’s chest. Mel’s fingers spread over Howl’s skin, and she marveled at the sound, the beating stronger and stronger until, at last, Howl opened his eyes.

HOWL:

He gasped.

The first thing Howl noticed was how his chest ached. His torso had never felt like that before, all raw and aching and tender and heavy. It was almost suffocating, clawing at his rib cage, expanding outwards, stabbing him in the side.

A throaty groan escaped his lips. His eyes fluttered open, though everything was a blur

The second thing Howl noticed was the sound. A thump, thump, thump, de-thump. It was in his ears. In his throat. In his chest. In his fingertips. It echoed in his brain. Thump-thump-thump-de-thup. He wanted it to stop. He was not used to it. He wanted it out.

His vision grew clearer. He could make out a figure, peering down at him.

The third thing Howl noticed was Melaenis.

Mel -- his Mel, not the dragon, not the creature of blood and fire who had burst through on that March night so long ago. His Mel, naked and standing over him, her brows knit together, ash over her face -- just like the first moment they’d met.

“Mel,” he croaked, then slapped a hand over his heart. “What the dickens -- what --”

He sat up as much as he could, reaching for her, cupping a hand under her chin, and the heaviness, the thump-de-thump, he realized what was going on and --

“Calcifer!” he cried, snapping his head, trying to scan for the fire demon.

There was a whoop, an exclamation of excitement, and a orange burst of flame catapulted through the cave and landed right between Howl and Mel, sparks flying everywhere. Neither of them was singed though and Calcifer’s flames grew and grew, engulfing the two sorcerers.

“You did it!” said Cal. “And I’m still here -- do you know how flippin’ rare that is?!”

“An old wives’ tale,” said Howl, “says that every so often, when a demon bond is broken, the demon can still stay around.” He pressed a hand to his heart, marveling at how it felt, how heavy it was in his chest.

He looked at Mel now, and that heaviness in his chest turned to lightness and it was such a lightness he’d never felt, almost as if his heart was going to inflate like a balloon and take him far away from here. He let out a suprised laugh, then leaned forward (Calcifer between them), kissing Melaenis on the mouth.

“Uh, sorry to interrupt,” said a voice, and Howl lifted his head slightly to see the Dragon boy a few meters away. “I guess everythings -- we did it?! I mean you did it!”

“Mel did it,” said Howl, flashing a smile. “And now -- dear God, I need to take a long bath.”

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This time, I wanted to do something a little different than decorating an apartment, so I decided to create a whopping 40 Cats and Dogs for you guys to Adopt! They range from all ages, sizes and personalities! 

You can find each and everyone one of them on my Origin: boeybum. Or, you can download their Tray files from SimFileShare (no adfly) below, linked to their names. 

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So please, if you’re interested in adopting one of these fuzzy friends pictured above, click Keep Reading to find out more about them all! (I apologise for the long post for those of you on mobile. This has been tagged as #long post if you’d like to hide it!)

Welcome to the grand opening of Cowplant-Pizza Adoption Centre! Here are our current residents profiles! (in order, left -> right)

Cats: Kittens:

Nougat - Talkative, Skittish, Fluffy - Mixed Breed

A little bundle of joy for your families! Nougat came to us a few weeks ago, alone and scared. She is very skittish and nervous of new people, but has shown a huge amount of affection once she gets comfortable with you. I recommend Nougat being the only Pet in the family until she regains her confidence! 

Taco - Playful, Spoilt, Frisky - British Shorthair

This little dude is full of life! He is extremely playful and is always finding things to chase. He loves to run and hide, jump and climb. He might be a little bit of a handful, but Taco is a lovely addition to any family. 

Lulu - Affectionate, Playful, Skittish - Mixed Breed

Lulu is a tiny little bundle of love. She wants constant cuddles and is always in the mood to play. She came to us through unfortunate circumstances, leaving her jumpy and nervous to loud noises and other cats. I recommend her being the only cat in the family.

Kia - Skittish, Curious, Frisky - Mixed Breed

Kia was the runt of a litter, so is very skittish when it comes to meeting new people. She dislikes being around peoples feet, so likes to sit up high (often on the fridge!) so she can watch the world go by from a safe spot! She loves to chase mice and investigate new smells.

Mr. Wiggles - Clever, Playful, Affectionate - Mixed Breed

Mr. Wiggles is the embodiment of your dream kitten. He is full of cuddles, play times and even learning tricks! He loves to learn new things, and will be your best friend for life. Be careful where you step, because he’ll always be somewhere close by!

Princess - Affectionate, Spoilt, Prowler - Mixed Breed

Princess acquired her name for a very good reason, because she acts like royalty. Don’t expect her to do anything you tell her to, because she wont! However, just because she’s a bit of a suborn kitty, doesn’t mean she has any less love to give.

Mojo - Glutton, Fluffy, Curious - Mixed Breed

Mojo is a big ball of fluffy cuddles. He loves nothing more than eating! After a big meal, he’ll curl up in your lap for a long nap. But not before long, he’ll either be off investigating a mouse hole, or begging for another bowl of food!

Luna - Clever, Playful, Prowler - Mixed Breed

Luna is a beautiful kitten with shining green eyes, however, she might not sit still long enough for you to admire her! She is a pocket rocket who loves to run, pounce, chase, catch and climb. 

Dakota - Affectionate, Friendly, Playful - Mixed Breed

A tiny ball of love and cuddles, Dakota is the perfect addition to any household, and a best friend for life. Make sure to get plenty of toys, because she will need them to keep occupied when she finally decides to stop pestering you for cuddles.

Adults: 

Tom - Affectionate, Fluffy, Lazy - Mixed Breed 

Tom has been in our care since he was a kitten due to his unusual looks and short tail. However, if you can look past his goofy crossed eyes, he is a best friend to anyone. He’s just waiting for the right person to come along and look past his features and to look into his heart.

Disco - Mischievous, Prowler, Aloof - Mixed Breed

Disco was found a few months ago hunting through our bins behind the shelter. We immediately fell in love with his unusual coat colours. We later found that he has traces of Raccoon in him! Who knows what his mother was up to! He is a very mischievous boy, who is always getting into trouble. But who could stay mad at that face? Not us!

Cinnamon - Spoilt, Lazy, Territorial - Mixed Breed

Cinnamon is definitely the Queen of the shelter. She is always bossing the other cats about, and even sometimes the staff! She loves long naps by the fire while being brushed or stroked. 

Buzz - Aloof, Clever, Mischievous - Sphynx

Buzz is a little troublemaker. He’s always up to something! But don’t take this little bundle of joy as an idiot, because Buzz is the cleverest cat you will ever meet! And in between his plans to take over the world, there’s of course always time for a nap with his mum/dad. 

Precious - Mischievous, Playful, Affectionate - Sphynx

Poor Precious came to us in a terrible state, and has been left sadly blinded through neglect. However she does not let this get to her, and is still on her way to being the criminal mastermind she has always dreamed of being!

Bobby - Fluffy, Lazy, Aloof - Siberian

Bobby is a fat, fluffy, lazy cat. You’ll often find him curled up in places where he really shouldn’t be, eg. washing baskets, beds, your favourite chair. But his favourite place of all is next to you.

Elders: 

Magnus - Affectionate, Friendly, Lazy - Mixed Breed

Magnus is an old chap who was found alone in a back garden. We are unsure of his history, but we can confidently say that he might be the friendliest stray ever if he has been alone his whole life. 

Duchess - Affectionate, Friendly, Lazy - American Shorthair

Duchess is a beautiful cat left to our care after her owner sadly passed away last month. She is very lonely now, and has so much more love to give. Could you give this girl a home for the last few years of her life?

Dyno - Territorial, Prowler, Mischievous - Bombay Cat

Dyno is a grumpy old man in cat form. He hates younger cats and is very protective of his family and home. He loves to hunt birds and mice, and often seems a lot like a kitten. 

Dogs: Puppies:

Cludo - Glutton, Playful, Hairy - Mixed Breed

This little chap is full of energy and full of food! We have never known a puppy eat so much and then want to play for hours straight afterwards. Cludo is very fluffy and loves a good snuggle.

Merlin - Playful, Hunter, Adventurous - Mixed Breed

Merlin is one of those puppies that never sit still! He needs a very active household to take him on many adventurous and to many interesting places. He’s very eager to get out there and to meet the world with his companion! 

Kodey - Adventurous, Active, Loyal - Mixed Breed

Kodey is a funny looking boy with a goofy personality. Perfect for an active owner, Kodey loves long walks and jogs through the forest, fields and beach! But don’t worry, he’ll never run off far, as Kodey will be by your side forever. 

Paris - Clever, Friendly, Hunter - Mixed Breed

A tiny ball of fur and cuddles, Paris is a loving dog looking for a loving home. She is always looking for hugs, kisses and play. She learns tricks very fast and will even go out hunting for you! 

Speckles and Zoey - Active, Jumpy, Friendly. Clever, Playful, Adventurous - Mixed Breed

Speckles and Zoey come as a pair. Twin puppies who were brought to us after an unwanted pregnancy. Speckles is very shy, but has lots of love to give. His confidence definitely shines when around his sister Zoey, who loves to play and run! These two are like chalk and cheese, but they are two peas in a pod.

King - Loyal, Couch Potato, Hairy - Tibetan Mastif

King is the biggest and goofiest puppy you will ever see. He is loving and loyal. However this might become a problem if he continues to think he’s a puppy and tries to lie on your lap every night... 

Adults:

Maddie - Glutton, Playful, Sleuth - Great Pyrenees

Maddie is a huge bundle of love and joy fit for any family. She will smother you (literally) in love and play. But make sure to keep a bowl of food down at all times, because being that big means you have a big appetite! 

Sadie - Clever, Playful, Hairy - Poodle

This girl is the most fashionable Poodle ever. Fit for a well dressed (or not) family, Sadie will bring you years of fun. Be sure to make use of her very clever mind too! This girl might win you a competition or a few! 

Daisy - Playful, Stubborn, Vocal - Havanese

This tiny bundle of fun is quite the handful! I recommend an experienced owner in re homing Daisy. Once you have gotten used to her stubborn attitude, she’ll be your best friend. 

Rosie - Loyal, Couch Potato, Glutton - Rottweiler

Rosie is a big, floppy doggy, who will love you more than anything. Well, maybe she loves naps a little bit more. Hmmm, or maybe her food... But she’s definitely full of love! 

Penny - Clever, Loyal, Aggressive - Poodle

Penny has had a very troubled past, so needs to be the only pet in this family. She has a huge amount of love to give, but is very hesitant with strangers. She needs a lot of support and encouragement. 

Boomer - Couch Potato, Glutton, Hunter - Mixed Breed

Boomer is another one of our blind residents. But don’t let that put you off this goofy bundle of love. His favourite thing in the world is to curl up with you after a long days hunting and eating, and eating some more.

Lilly - Glutton, Troublemaker, Vocal - Lhasa Aspo

Lilly might look small and cute, but she is definitely a lady who can stick up for herself! She loves to get up to no good when your backs turned (normally burring her head into the dog food bag!) And she’ll be certain to let you know when she’s hungry! 

Gunner - Hairy, Active, Independant - Labradoodle

Gunner is a very active boy who needs a family to take him on lots of long walks in new and interesting places. He doesn’t need much love and cuddles, but still appreciates them non the less! 

Spot - Friendly, Active, Stubborn - English Setter

Spot is another one of our dogs that has a lot of energy and needs lots of walks. Expect him to greet everyone he meets with a friendly lick and nudge of the nose. He loves attention, but isn’t too receptive to learning tricks. 

Astrid - Clever, Vocal, Loyal - German Shepherd

An unusually coloured German Shepherd, Astrid makes it known that she is one special lady. She’s extremely clever and will make a brilliant companion to anyone willing to give her the time of day.

Elders:

Joey - Clever, Couch Potato, Loyal - Giant Schnauzer

Joey is an old boy. He has arrived at the Shelter due to his life time best friend passing away. He is full of love, but very lonely here. He obviously misses his owner very much, and we just can't possibly fill that hole. If you have space for a big furry bundle of joy in your life, please consider adopting an older dog. Joey would love a companion to love him for the rest of his days!

Balto - Active, Jumpy, Friendly - Mixed Breed

Balto, an old sledging dog, is looking for a family to spend his final years with, winding down after a life of activity and fun. Don’t let his old age fool you though, as this old guy still needs plenty of play and walks! 

Sasha - Friendly, Couch Potato, Sleuth - Schnoodle

A Queen in her past life, Sasha loves nothing more than to be pampered by a nice warm fire, curled up next to you with the TV on in the background. This old girl doesn’t let age slow her down, and is still desperate to learn everything she can about the world before Grim comes to take her away!