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nonhumanresources · 1 year ago

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Catnip For A Sphinx

A while back I met my friend Snepril and got to talking about character lore. Being the person I am I started making jokes about catnip and one thing led to another and a few days later I dropped a story on her head. Here's that story! This one should be a hit with the otherkin in the crowd. Also, her wife Skye is featured, who has since succumbed to kitty propaganda.

Summary: April buys novelty catnip wine for her cat to try out and decides to give it a taste herself. She quickly discovers that she might not be quite so human as she thought—and also that she loves catnip.

What to expect: lots of fluff (literal and metaphorical), TF in the form of a permanent glamour dropping for the first time to reveal a true form, lots of otherkin vibes, the silly actions of an extremely large cat in an extremely normal-sized apartment, wings, hugs, wives, and collars.

Length: 3.7k words.

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“I’m hooome!”

April knocked open the apartment door, knob twisted with an elbow. She backed in, arms laden with groceries. It was almost too much to carry, but she only had to take one trip from the car, so it was worth it.

“You get everything?” Skye, her partner, appeared out of the hallway. She gave April a one-armed hug and tucked her chocolate-colored hair behind her ear and out of her face. Without asking, she grabbed the grocery bags off of one of her arms.

“Of course I did,” April said, nudging Skye’s foot with her own. “I can carry these, silly.”

Skye stuck out her tongue in reply. “I know.” The two lugged the food into the kitchen, setting it on the counter to sort out and put away. A particularly heavy bag made a loud clink as Skye set it down, and she tugged it open, curious. She snickered as she pulled out a glass bottle with a familiar reddish-purple tint.

“Oh my god, where did you find this?” Skye asked, delighted. “Pinot Meow? Incredible.”

April laughed, shoving a carton of eggs into the fridge. “Walmart! That was the last one on the shelf. I need to see Zorua two glasses deep in that stuff.”

Skye grinned, eyes glinting. “Perfect. Yes. Oh, this weekend is going to be fun.”

Rest of the story below the cut. If you prefer a Google docs reading experience you can find that here but only if you reblog this first or I cast magic missile. As always, comments/questions/thoughts would be lovely! If you made it this far, may your days be filled with the wisdom of the fat boar resting in dappled sunlight.

“Is he still pouting in the bedroom?”

“Mhm. Won’t budge.” The couple’s cat, Zorua, was a little fiend of a man. His fur was as gray as his morals, as Skye liked to say. In reality, he was just needy and particular; they’d forgotten to make his bed just right that morning and he’d been grumpy all day. April figured this was a good way to make amends, and also get kitty blackmail for later. Plus he was all out of treats, so a temporary alternative was needed.

“Well, intoxicating substances solve all problems,” April declared, snapping the fridge door closed as she dropped the last few tomatoes into the crisper. Skye giggled and pulled her in for a proper hug, their foreheads pressed together.

“A kitty like you would know, wouldn’t you?” Skye teased. April squeezed her.

“Maaaaybe!”

“Well, my love, can you get started on dinner? I’ve gotta shower and finish up something for work.” April nodded, breaking the hug and letting her partner head to their makeshift office space.

“Mind if I pop open the cat wine?” She called out.

“Go for it, but don’t get him too drunk without me!” Skye replied, laughing. April snagged the bottle in one hand and a shallow plastic bowl in the other, walking over to the bedroom door. She pushed it open slowly, and sure enough, there was Zorua, sitting on the bedside table with his nose in the air. She clicked her tongue, and he opened one eye, glaring at her.

“Aw, who’s a grumpy man?” April jibed. Zorua closed his eye again and turned away. “Still mad, hmm? Well, I’ve got a treat for you,” she cooed, tiptoeing over to sit on the bed. She made sure not to make it seem like she was actually approaching him; that would only make matters worse. Setting the bowl down on the floor, she twisted the cap on the bottle, popping the seal.

Immediately, the smell snuck out into the air. April almost sneezed, surprised at its strength. She checked the bottle; mostly water and catnip, with beet for the color. Perhaps catnip smelled stronger than she remembered? Regardless, it was strangely appealing. She poured some out into the bowl, only about half an inch deep, and pushed it into Zorua’s view, hoping the smell would be enough to get him to investigate.

April stood up once more, ready to go cook dinner, but she hesitated, staring at the bottle in one hand, curious about its contents. Perhaps a little too much so. What did it actually taste like? Catnip didn’t have any particular allure for a human that she knew of; it was literally named after cats, after all. If it was poisonous, the bottle would say so, so why not try it out? Glancing over at Zorua, she gingerly sniffed the cat wine again, then tipped it back, taking a small sip.

The flavor hit her palette so explosively that she got knocked back on the bed, legs collapsing underneath her. April gasped and coughed, shocked at just how incredible it was. She considered taking another sip—and by the time she had, the bottle was already tipped back in her mouth, brain playing catch up with her instincts. Zorua watched from the bedside table with concern on his furry brow as April drained the rest of the cat wine, then darted away yowling as she flopped on her back, as fluffy as the blankets, the bottle shooting out from between her paws.

The room swirled. April stared up at the ceiling, blinking rapidly. She licked her lips, long tongue flicking out and swirling across her muzzle. Her cheeks felt weeeeeird. Like there was something on them. She swiped her paws across them, squishing her face; it didn’t help the weird, twitchy feeling, though. She grunted, limbs wriggling as she flipped herself over, standing up on all fours on the bed. She smacked her maw, letting out a soft, happy mrrrp! The sphinx’s wings fluttered, sending the warm air swirling about between her feathers.

That cat wine was delicious. Her whole body was buzzing with warmth, radiating outwards and into the mottled gray and white fur. She’d have to buy more of it….

...Was there… something to do…?

Dinner! She still had to cook! April’s eyes shot open, and her wings flung out to the sides—one of which slammed into the wall and shoved her right off the bed, yowling and tumbling to the floor.

Finding her feet, April fluffed up her fur, indignant. How dare. She gave the wall a solid, fifteen second glare to show her displeasure. Standing, the bed was a foot or so below her shoulder; it used to be way taller, but she didn’t pay that much mind, as her nose caught a scent that made her pupils dilate.

Pinot Meow. There was more! Of course there was—she had poured a bowl out earlier. Wobbling on her paws, she slunk around the corner of the bed frame.

Zorua was there already, slurping up the cat wine. “Heyyy!” April whined, scooting forwards and almost tipping herself over. She skidded to a stop, accidentally dunking a paw in the wine. Zorua made a sleepy fffss! at her, and she stuck her tongue out. She sniffed at her paw—then promptly stuffed it in her mouth, ears flattening happily.

April crouched, lapping from the bowl, purring. She was a human, of course, so it was a little undignified, but only Zorua saw it, and he was no snitch. No one else had to know. The cat stomped away from the bowl, steps unsteady. He made a fuss about it, but no amount of shaky swiping at April’s ears could get her nose out of the wine. Her tongue slowed; after drinking down half the bowl, she leaned forwards, muzzle dunking into her drink. The purring grew louder and more intense as she rested. Her eyes closed to slits, bubbles breaking the surface of the wine each time she breathed out of her mouth, her nostrils wide.

April rested like that for a while, not quite napping, but certainly out of it. Even though she was quite large—human sized, she told herself smartly, although in reality it was closer to a toy horse—the amount of catnip-infused wine she’d drunk was doing a serious number on her. Taking in deep whiffs of it, her mind wandered, imagining soft blankets, beds strewn with treats, the liquid gold of sun rays….

….

“April?!”

The sphinx snorted, sucking up wine into her nose. She coughed and splattered it all over her face, accidentally tipping the bowl over with a paw as she spun to face the doorway, tail stuck straight up in the air. Her wings flapped madly, gusts billowing around Skye, who let out a sharp cry.

“I was NOT sleeping!” April declared. To Skye, it sounded much more like “Mor-oooow!” Her eyes flicked back and forth between the stain on the carpet and April’s face.

“Oh my god, you got into the cat wine, didn’t you?” she burst out.

“NO,” April huffed. Or rather, “MROW.”

Skye didn’t listen, gripping the door frame. “I can’t believe you ACTUALLY turned into a sphinx, and the first thing you do is get kitty wine everywhere!”

“It’s—I’m clearly still human, see?” April countered, sitting back on her haunches and holding up her forepaws, swinging them a bit as she tried to keep her balance. Skye giggled despite the amazement on her face. The sphinx planted her paws on the ground and stood, indignant, ready to march over and give Skye a piece of her mind. Walking wasn’t easy, unfortunately, and she found herself face-planting on the carpet with a surprised brrr! Her wings flapped once, then settled on either side of her like a disheveled cloak.

“Drunk cat,” Skye scoffed, looking down at April. “Let’s get you cleaned up. I guess you didn’t make dinner, then?” The sphinx looked away, huffing.

Skye disappeared, returning a moment later with a towel. April stumbled back up to her paws, sitting firmly on her haunches to keep from falling over. Her partner sat on the edge of the bed and gestured for April to come over to her. “Here, I got something to get all that wine.”

April huffed, head held high, the picture of sphinxly, catlike pride. But human, of course. She wasn’t actually a sphinx. That would be silly, she thought, pawing at the whiskers still tickling her face.

“Is someone grumpy?” Skye accused, folding her arms and furrowing her brow in a caricature of frustration. “Is someone all mad because she made a mess?”

“Ech-ch-ch-ch!” April flicked her tail, making SEVERAL dissatisfied noises at Skye, who echoed each one back at her. She didn’t even get the subvocal tones right. April heaved herself back to her feet and marched over, lecturing Skye on proper throat positions (really just a bunch of indignant meows), but the moment she felt Skye’s hands on her ears, her butt hit the floor once more, a purr bubbling up her throat.

Skye dabbed the towel on April’s chin. She glanced away, grunting, but Skye gently pushed her face back towards herself, rubbing the towel into her wet fur.

“Mrrrp.” April’s eyes crossed.

“Hmm? What’s that?” Skye cooed, digging her fingers into the sphinx’s cheek fluff.

“Mrrooooowwwwww.”

“Oh, someone has OPINIONS,” Skye sang, mopping up April’s throat. As she moved the towel up and down, her purr-growl went up and down in tone with each pass.

“Ffffsss!” April sputtered like a dying engine, the statement sending her already impaired brain into a tizzy.

“Opinions too big even for a big kitty like you! They’ve gotta get out!”

“Mmmrooooow!”

“Go ahead, tell me all about it.”

April kept up the back-and-forth with Skye for some time while the latter cleaned off her face and neck. It took a while, but finally the soaked towel was tossed aside. April’s nose followed it, but Skye cupped her palm on the side of her face, fingers scritching under her floof.

“No more of that for you,” she chided. “You’ve had more than enough.”

April chattered at her, but opted to not argue, since staying put meant more pets. She leaned into it, blinking slowly up at Skye, who smiled down back.

“What are we gonna do with you, huh?” she mumbled. April wasn’t entirely sure what she meant—she was just a little bit drunk, after all—but stretched her neck out and gave Skye a reassuring lick on the cheek. She laughed, pushing her face back. “Aw, come on, you have kitty breath!”

April didn’t stop, planting her paws on either side of Skye on the bed and licking her cheek again. Skye made a valiant effort, but couldn’t keep the cat away, giggling. After a moment, though, April shrunk back. Her muscles bunched, fur rippling. Before Skye knew what was going on, April leapt up onto the bed, pushing her into the middle of it and, fwump, dropping right on top of her. Muffled protests sounded from somewhere under the mound of fluff, but April could hardly hear over her own purr.

Wings fluttering to rest splayed across the bed and drooping to the floor, relaxed and content, the sphinx nodded off, soon followed by her partner, slipping into the realm of fluffy dreams.

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April awoke to sunbeams warming her back. Her head felt like it was full of cotton. Skye was already up; April could hear her puttering about in the kitchen. She stretched, ears flattening, wings shuddering before collapsing back down flat. Something about them felt… off, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. She yawned, arching her back, tail fluttering in the air. She stared down at one of her paws, admiring the rosettes that coated her fur.

Paws.

Those… didn’t have fingers.

“I’m a SPHINX?!” April’s yowl brought Skye running in from the kitchen, decked in an apron. She stood on the bed, fur on end, wings raised and knocking against the ceiling as she heaved in and out. Skye raised her hands placatingly.

“Hey! It’s okay, I’m here, you’re fine!”

April stared at her, eyes wide with disbelief. “What happened?!”

Skye scooted up to the edge of the bed, gesturing for April to close her wings. She did so slowly, regaining control over the massive appendages, settling down in a loaf on the bed. Skye rubbed one of her ears, eliciting a purr.

“The cat wine triggered something,” she explained. “At least, I assume. You had it all over yourself.”

“Seriously? I got all furry because of catnip? How is that stuff even legal if it does… THIS to people?” April groaned.

“Well, you are a bit of a unique circumstance, to be fair.”

She sighed. “I suppose.” The sigh blended into the purr as Skye moved her hand to the other ear.

“The catnip was probably normal, and maybe all those conversations about hiding in a human form were your subconscious trying to signal you. Or maybe it was actually magic catnip. Does it really matter, though, when you were a sphinx before and you’re a sphinx now?”

April leaned forward and bonked her forehead against Skye’s face. The words felt warm in her chest, and when she tried to speak, all that came out was a stutter and an affectionate mew.

“I guess what was the right thing to say, then,” Skye chuckled, hugging her sphinx. “I made breakfast, since you were too busy catting it up last night to make dinner. C’mon, I’m starving.”

Skye stood, and April followed, thumping down to the floor and plodding along behind Skye. Her nose twitched, and she realized that she knew what she’d find in the kitchen before even getting near the doorway.

Sure enough, there was a bowl of cereal and fruit sitting on the table alongside a plate with a few slices of simple grilled chicken. Zorua was fixated on it from one of the counters, but upon seeing April, bounded down and out of the room. She didn’t mind; more for her. She could already feel her mouth salivating. Skye pulled out a chair and sat down; April nudged the one on her side out of the way, more than large enough to sit on her haunches and still reach her plate. She sat down daintily, and promptly attacked her chicken like an animal. Skye just laughed and ate her breakfast in silence.

What was going to happen next? April could already tell that this meal wouldn’t be satisfactory; she was a big cat, and big cats needed to eat a lot. That was going to be expensive. Not to mention her job—she worked from home, but IT was going to be extremely difficult with a keyboard built for hands. A small shiver went down her spine; she really did have paws. She’d checked four times already. As exciting as that was, that still meant half the income if she couldn’t figure out work, and could get away without showing her face anywhere.

There was so much to consider. Was a wardrobe necessary? How could she get outside? This apartment wasn’t made for a cat that was almost as tall as the average human; she barely fit as is. Oh, god, what about bathrooms? She’d need a litter box half the size of the living room! She DEFINITELY wouldn’t fit in the bathtub, even using the showerhead—was she going to have to lick herself clean? Did sphinxes have to do that sort of thing at all? Was she actually mythical, or just unconventional? There… was a sort of blue glow at the edges of her vision, if she didn’t focus on anything in particular, and looked at juuuust the right angle….

…

She blinked, eyes focusing on her plate and the last abandoned strip of chicken. April looked up and saw Skye looking at her, concerned.

“What now?” she whispered.

Skye sat in thought for a moment, then set down her spoon. “Honestly? Not a clue. But hey, aren’t we lucky that you gained a mighty sphinxly form on a weekend?”

April smiled. It was lucky. Far more time to sort things out. She bent down, predator’s teeth easily snatching up the last bite of chicken.

“I’m just glad you can talk now. You were so wacked out on catnip last night that you couldn’t do anything but meow!”

April’s eyes bulged, nearly choking on the piece of chicken. She barely managed to keep her wings in check, lifting a paw to her chest instead as she swallowed. “I what?!”

Skye nearly fell out of her chair laughing.

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“I’m hooome!”

April’s ears perked up at the sound of the front door. She climbed to her paws, circling around furniture lithely, feathers brushing up against chairs and walls. The apartment was small, but she could deal with it.

Skye stood in the entryway, a bag dangling off one arm as she took her shoes off. She smiled at April, reaching out and running a hand through her hair. “How was your day?”

“Lazy,” April remarked, purring and rubbing up against Skye’s legs, almost pushing her off balance. “Big cats need lots of sleep, after all.” Skye laughed.

“Big cats also usually don’t work in IT, Miss Sfeenks.”

April chuckled back, tail coiling and uncoiling around one of Skye’s ankles. She stuck her snout into the handles of the plastic bag. “I can carry that for you.”

“If you insist!” Skye responded, slipping her arm out. The light bag settled on the bridge of April’s nose. “Just don’t look inside, you’ll ruin the surprise.”

“I thought you were just buying lint rollers.”

“Well, that was the plan. You’ll see soon enough!”

April shrugged, plodding back through the living room to go and drop the bag on the bed. It couldn’t have more than one or two things in it, based on the weight. She slowed to a stop, one paw still held in the air, as the bag bumped against her whiskers. The sphinx stayed frozen like that for a few seconds, before her nose twitched and she let out a huge sneeze, covering it with a wing.

The bag didn’t fall, but one handle did slip off her nose. She pawed at it, bapping herself in the face on accident, determined to get it back on while simultaneously not looking down.

After much trial and error, April managed to slip the loop back over her nose and carted the bag to the bed, where she deposited it without incident. Skye followed shortly thereafter; April settled down on the floor in a loaf, legs tucked comfortably underneath herself and eyes half closed. Skye sat on the edge of the bed, pulling out the lint roller she’d gone to buy, attacking the sheets with it. April had found that even with the colder weather, she was shedding. It was going to be awful in the summer. At least she’d get brushed, though. That was a compromise she—

“MROW!”

Hands. Neck. Plus… oh, no.

April’s brain short circuited as she felt a ring of soft leather encircle her throat. Skye had taken advantage of her reverie to lean down and tug something around her neck. Logically, the answer was obvious, but April’s thoughts kept falling apart before she reached the conclusion. Skye’s warmth rested on her fur, hot breath blowing across her hair and ears. She could feel the smile in that breath. As soon Skye tugged the leather nice and snug, hands falling away, April spun around to face her.

“EXCUSE MEEEOW!” she snarled, tripping over her own feet in her rush, all the poise of a cat gone in a moment. She stumbled and plopped her head right into Skye’s lap, who jumped.

“Woah! Hey there~,” she sang, hands immediately wrapping up and around behind April’s head, laced together there, playing with the… the….

“How do you like your new collar, little miss opinions?”

April lost it then and there, sputtering in a mixture of shock and absolute giddiness, human words escaping her tongue. She smushed her face, hot under the fur, into Skye’s belly, hiding. Her whole body shook with the strength of her purr, even as the muffled yowls continued.

“Aw, she loves it! Such a polite sphinx, wearing such a dignified little collar!” Skye bent over and wrapped her arms around April’s middle. She was still sputtering and chattering and whining into Skye’s shirt. All thought slammed to a halt, her entire being focusing on that soft ring around her neck, so… so right.

Skye mumbled into the fur and feathers on her back. “I figured you’d like it. A beautiful sphinx like you deserves proper accessories, after all. Plus, I just couldn’t help it.” She squeezed April tightly. “Now, who’s my good girl?”

“Nyah! E-er, nnnnyot faaaair!” April wailed, finding her words once again.

“Of course it’s fair, sphinxbutt. You’re just simply a good girl, nothing to it!”

“Mrraah!”

“Meow meow meow, says the kittypet!”

April’s speech flew from her once more. She kept meowing, but Skye’s insistent praise flitted in through her sharp ears, settling down in her brain. They stayed like that for a while, comfortably embraced, sphinx and wife, and only one coherent thought managed to breach the surface of April’s wildly roiling mind.

No one would ever convince her to take her new collar off.

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jorvikzelda · 3 months ago

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have decided I'm going to dump all of the stuff ive picked out thats cute. Not including boring stuff like food and litter box (unfortunately all the more fun looking litter boxes were more expensive than the cheapest one that fulfilled my Requirements (covered top and door). below cut because this is . a lot of images. like a LOT. and talking

first off. the stuff im buying right away (ordering it so i can pick it up either on the way home with him or right after dropping him off, i live right next to a pickup point so leaving him for those few minutes Shouldnt be a problem)

first of all. he Loves the fluffy sheepskins. i cannot afford a real one so a faux one will have to do but i do not believe he knows the difference really. Grey because while more boring than white the cat is grey and has an unfortunate habit of sometimes vomiting and also getting Toilet Business stuck in his long fluffy fur, so. Deeply impractical i fear.

Little itty bitty tree. Again kind of a budget option here (I have a bigger one on my wishlist/to buy down the line, see later in the post) but this one does have a Bunch More Going On than the other cheaper options. Little swoopy, little nooks and crannies, can do slight acrobatics if he would like

THE FOOD AND WATER BOWLS,,... Ears is food (low for no whisker bothering) and then green little flower for water :) terribly mismatches my kitchen as it is currently but i think that is a good thing. everything in my apartment is way too planned and matchy we need to get some chaos in there

I wanted to get this one but then just now I looked at the measurements and realised it was WAYYY too small :( (only 8cm across) and the bigger bowls dont come in the purple. Pain.

rest assured i am NOT getting all of these. The flowery one is my main pick because from what I know that type of harness is both more secure and more comfortable for the cat, but it's not as adjustable so it would require me to get some measurements from him (tricky because I don't currently live with him and I'm not sure my mom will do it (correctly)). glittery pink is my first choice for the more adjustable options but it is out of stock a lot of places. Hot pink in stock everywhere but not as Cute :( (if i end up going outside with him at nighttime/in the dark ill probably get separate hi vis stuff for him because his fur is so big itd probably just cover the stuff on the harness enough for it to not really matter, so).

and, of course, Toys

balls I hope he will think are fun enough to play with without me,

one of These Thingys for me to play with him with,

mouse that squeaks when you touch it. it does also have catnip but he does not care for that

And now for the stuff i'm getting in october :)

cat hammock. I will put it underneath my desk. And he will have a cosy little spot :)

one of these... well, it's advertised as a storage basket, but I laid eyes upon that thing and knew immediately that this little man Will want to Go In It. going to put a cozy blanket at the bottom for him. Pretend like it's a storage basket for said blanket. hes practically guaranteed to end up there

sexy little storage solution for my bathroom. Not really cat themed but I was up for several too many hours browsing the ikea website and doing vague maths in my head before landing on this Custom Contraption that will fit the litter box underneath it. currently I am putting myself in a situation where I will have to move something out of my bathroom to fit the litter box in there, which is Not Ideal. plus this thing has more storage than my current bathroom shelf (good because it's already cramped) and i Love drawers for Not Having To Reach purposes

also in november I'm getting this. it's not for the cat but it sure is cat themed so I'll include it

and now for the Wishlist stuff

Bigger Tree and attachable hammock (to be put between the highest pole and the platform below that, mostly because it's the only spot I *can* put it without destabilising shit). he LOVES these hammocks my mom used to have a cat tree with one like that

and the absolute stars of the show, drumroll please,

moomin pink silicone mat (for food & water bowls) and pink metal jar (to store food) <333333

Somewhere down the line ill also look at stuff like activation toys (especially for Meals) but since i know its not in the budget right now and also didnt spontaneously come across it in my search for Items (which is the case for all the stuff on the wishlist) I havent picked any out right now. That feels like something ill wanna put more thought and possibly research into than these first batches of items and my brain is not up to that rn when i know it's far into the future anyway

Thank you for coming to my ted talk if you read all the way here im kissing you on the mouth (or equivalent way of affection which you are most comfortable with) thanks for reading through my entire infodump about Cat Things <33

i’m so committed to the cat thing jfc. Ive spent all day looking through my shopping list and looking around for more things I might want and more ways to give him places to hang out around the apartment and rebudgeting my whole fall semester to fit more cat stuff in,,,, i want him to feel at home and safe and comfortable So bad. and also cute pet things were designed specifically for me like what do you Mean i can have a moomin silicone mat under his food bowls yes fucking PLEASE

#z talks #also ive said this in earlier posts but like just to be clear this isnt a New Cat #hes the family cat thats considered to Be Mine on account of having Picked Me when he was a kitten #but for the past 3 years-ish ive lived in an apartment that did NOT have even REMOTELY the right conditions for a pet #the one i live in now is Much more fine #and yes there is a risk he doesnt like it there - if thats the case ill just have to bring him back down to my mom's #not a bigger deal than that

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married-to-google-translater · 4 years ago

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What about child mc preferring to spend time with grim

Mc had always wondered in the little child's mind why everyone treated the little black cat like a monster.

Mc didn’t believe all the grief stories the other kids were telling and one day they decided to go talk to Grim

Mc: Hey are you a monster?

Grimm: NO! I AM NOT A MONTER I AM GREAD GRIMM!

Mc: *laugh* You are funny. Do you want be my friend?

Grimm: *smile* You don't like it if someone bullies your friend or what?

Mc: No I don't like it...

Grimm: Okay. I can be your friend.

All the kids are very upset when on the same day Mc introduces their new best friend Grimm. They will quickly hold an emergency meeting.

Riddle: So we’re here because the “monster” is trying to take Mc’s attention away from us again. Do you have any ideas on how we can combat this threat?

Floyd: I can squeeze it until it promises not to spend time with Mc anymore.

Leona: Are you stupid? If you do it the "monster" is going to tell Mc and then they are angry with us.

Floyd: I AM NOT STUPID. COME HERE AND SAY IT AGAIN IF YOU DARE!!!!

Leona: Okay you are stu-

Riddle: * slaps his fist on the table * Gentlemen we don't have time for this.

Neige: Maybe we could be his friends ...

*everyone* WHAT!!!

Riddle: So you mean we gain his trust and then we start act like he bulky us? Awesome idea Neige.

Neige: I don’t mean that if we were all real friends we could spend time with mc and everyone would be happy.

*no one listens to Neige*

Riddle: Lilia and Chen'ya you make a great card for your new friend, Idia you and Ortho buy a lot of tuna and catnip, Trey and Jamil you make a great meal for Grimm. This is where the "save mc" operation begins. I declare the emergency meeting closed.

#twisted wonderland #child au #twst #yandere twisted wonderland #riddle rosehearts #twst riddle #grim #twst grim #leona kingscholar #twst leona #floyd leech #twst floyd #neige lubanche #neige leblanche #twisted wonderland imagine #twisted wonderland imagines #twst imagine #twst imagines

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humanmoodring-retired · 3 years ago

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Feline A Little Clawstrophobic ||Nicole & Nadia

TIMING: Back in April PARTIES: @nicsalazar & @humanmoodring SUMMARY: Two cat ladies walk into an elevator CONTENT: Drug manipulation (balam ingesting catnip)

Lack of focus was always a problem for Nicole, but it was safe to say things took a turn for the worst in the past weeks. She was hardly present anymore. To the point where she jumped on her truck and drove aimlessly for hours. Like sleepwalking but conscious, she mused. It was better to drive than to walk, though. Not only because she was forced to do light activity after breaking her ribs, but it was better for her if she put her mental energy into an easy task. Walking used to be how she processed things, and she wasn’t ready for it. She couldn’t think about that night without fear constricting her throat.

Wandering around the shopping center was manageable. It would take real bad luck to break her bones again. Nicole held onto a bag items she didn’t recall buying, and tired of just circling around the same places, she headed towards the elevator. She pushed the button for the first floor, but as the doors were closing, another person entered. The eye contact was minimum before she lowered her gaze, shoulders tensing at the presence. Her lips pressed into a thin line. The woman would be able to tell it was meant to be a smile, right? It didn’t matter, in a few seconds she would never see that stranger again.

With the weather getting less shitty, and with her body healing more and more each day, Nadia was slowly but surely getting more comfortable with going out and doing things. And, seeing as she hadn’t done shit for her own birthday but it was well over a year since she’d found and rescued her cat, Rhiannon, Nadia decided she was going to do something nice for the little fucker. She was grateful to have the cat back in her apartment, even if she woke up with a giant mound of fur crushing her. It was a good reminder that she was still alive. She’d gone to the store and bought a few cat toys with her groceries, ended up snagging a thing of catnip before she was starting to feel fatigued and decided it was time to head out.

The woman in the elevator with Nadia felt like grief and fear and something numb, familiar and numb. Even if it was probably not as overwhelming as it could be, something that she was beginning to expect from many of the residents in White Crest, it was still a lot, and she felt herself tensing up in response. Still, she managed to give the woman a tired smile of her own and a murmured “thank you” before she shifted her weight a bit and waited for the elevator to take them down. Except there was a grinding noise, a jerk as the elevator came to a violent stop. Nadia grabbed at her side instinctively, even though she wasn’t at risk of stitches popping open this late in the game. “Shit,” she hissed, looking around, trying to figure out what was going on.

Nicole lifted her head when the elevator came to an unexpected stop. For a split second she expected the doors to open for another person, but the woman’s reaction made her realize what was happening. The elevator malfunctioned. They were trapped. “Uh—” she swallowed, slowly processing the situation. The feeling of being caged wasn’t exactly one she was fond of, and she fought to keep her rising anxiety in line. She let out a nervous breath, eyes fixing on the emergency button. “It— it should be fine” she shrugged, leaving her bag on the floor. The less effort she made carrying extra weight the less oxygen she took out of the room, right? “Un— less...unless there’s a blackout or some— some shit like that” She pulled at the extra hair tie on her wrist, absently playing with it. What could be worse than being in a confined space with a stranger? Even her nightmares were nicer than that. “But... it’ll be fine” she met the woman’s gaze through the mirror on the wall, before pushing the button a few times. When she took a deep breath in, something tickled the back of her throat. Brow furrowed, she glanced at the woman again, trying to decipher her scent. Nothing was particularly strong, yet— she licked her lips, trying to concentrate on the smell.

This was cool, this was fine, Nadia thought as she felt her own nerves mingle with the stranger’s. She wasn’t a fan of tight spaces, she was learning, the way it reminded her of being able to look out her own eyes but not move as she lacked control of her own body. She dug her fingernails into the palms of her hands, the gesture grounding. She was real. It was a shitty situation, but she was real, and she was fine. She almost wished she could walk through the fucking wall like she was still a ghost. Almost. She never wanted to be like that again. “It’s totally fine. Someone’s gonna come, and, yeah, it’ll be fine.” The other woman just really kind of radiated a sense of anxiety that Nadia couldn’t quite get over. This was great. This was why she didn’t get out much. “Just my fucking luck,” she muttered. “Go to the store and get stuck in a damn elevator.” She leaned against the wall and slumped a bit, her bags hanging by her side. When she met the stranger’s eye, she tried to give a half-hearted smile. The other woman’s emotions had changed a bit as her brow furrowed, though Nadia couldn’t quite tell what it was. “Is the, uh, the help button working, or are we in a dead zone?”

Right. It was a good thing they were both staying level headed considering the situation, Nicole thought. Everything would suck so much more if one of them started panicking and sucked all the air in the small elevator. She looked down, hiding a smile at the woman’s words. It was nice to know she wasn’t the only one annoyed by the situation. Had she been better at conversations, she would’ve enjoyed spending the time complaining about shitty luck and poorly maintained machines with her. That was a thing adult women bonded over, right? “No… don’t think it’s working” very slowly, she lowered her hand, as if she still held a glimmer of hope that something would happen. She retreated back to the opposite wall, licking her lips again. What was in the air? It was familiar, yet she couldn’t place it yet. Some sort of plant. Nicole blinked once, twice, tongue poking between her teeth. Wide brown eyes stared intensely at the other woman. Searching, assessing. And then— She took a bite of air. Oh, no. Her heartbeat raced. In the back of her mind she was aware of what was happening, but she didn’t think she’d be able to stop it. Fuck. Still conscious, she tried to pass off the odd movement as a yawn. Good, quick thinking and — Oh, it was creeping on her so, so fast. Premium shit, it had to be. She didn’t think she’d care for long. “I’m— I’m...do you—” poor woman, Nicole smiled lazily. “Have...cat?”

“Oh, good. Hey, I was worried this would be resolved quickly, right?” Nadia sighed, running a hand through her hair and hoping she wasn’t coming off as an ass. It was just, fuck, being stuck in an elevator wasn’t exactly how she’d imagined to spend the day, and at least she wasn’t alone, but she also wasn’t alone, which meant she had to deal with herself as well as someone else. Normally, she preferred that, preferred that she could focus on someone else instead of herself for just a bit, just a fucking bit, but maybe not while both of them were stressed over being stuck in a goddamn elevator. Nadia liked being able to focus on positive emotions, or even fun emotions like anger. Not anxiety. She had enough of that on her own. There was no need for anymore, thank you. She checked her phone. Yep, yeah, that seemed about right. No fucking service. She bit at the inside of her cheek before she felt a wave of just… mellow wash over her. She looked up at the other woman, the smile on her face and the look in her eyes, and Nadia raised an eyebrow in confusion. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, I’ve got a cat. She’s a total asshole. I actually came to the store to get her a few things and…” she trailed off. “Do you… like cats?”

Nicole inhaled deeply, enjoying the absence of stiffness on the side of her chest. She took in as much of the scent as her lungs allowed. The cast on her wrist was forgotten. The effect was much stronger now that her brain recognized the minty fragrance. She tilted her head back against the wall, transfixed by the emergency lights. “Fuck” she let out a breathy laugh. “I’m so so—” she wanted to apologize, knowing she would embarrass herself, but the words faded from her brain. Nice. “Mmm...I’m cats” She closed her eyes, a blissful smile plastered on her face. It was hot inside the elevator, Nicole registered. But for a few seconds there was nothing to worry about. No dreamscape, no cliff, no anger getting out of control. Just the fast beat of her heart to focus on. Not quite euphoric yet. She needed— craved more. The scent just wasn’t enough. Her mouth was watering. Pupils were blown when she opened her eyes again. She got off the wall, taking a few clumsy steps towards the human. She offered a mischievous smile, nodding at the bag. “Hey... c’mon” she pleaded softly, before getting close enough to peek inside. Her prize. It was driving her wild. She gripped the human’s wrist, forcing her to lift the bag, before rubbing her face against it. Almost. Her patience ran out quickly, the human was so slow that she smacked the bag out of her hands, content spilling on the floor. She dropped to her knees, trying to rip the catnip bags open.

“What the fuck do you mean, you’re cats?” This was a little weird, even for Nadia, but she couldn’t deny that this chick’s emotions? They felt so much better than her own. Pure fucking contentment and happiness and relaxation. It’d been awhile since she’d felt that, and, sure, maybe it wasn’t full-throttle, but, god, it felt nice. It was weird as hell though. Nadia backed a bit into the wall, pushing herself against it. The woman grabbed Nadia’s wrist, the one that had been snapped sometime during or before the exorcism, and Nadia winced. “Hey, hey, no grabbing, let’s not-- let’s not grab, okay?” Nadia… knew this feeling, sort of. She recognized it from the few college parties she’d been dragged to, the way she’d felt it coming off of people from the crowd and filling her, making her want to go back for more. “Dude, are you-- are you fucking high right now? How? We’re in the-- you just spilled my shit, holy fuck.” She watched as the bag of catnip and toys spilled out on the elevator floor and the woman went down to the ground. “I just bought that. Fuck. Wait-- you’re cats. You… you want the catnip.” Okay, cats. Cat people? Cats. This was fine. This was totally normal. “I’m stuck in an elevator with a high cat lady. I wish I was a high cat lady,” she muttered, and she slid down the wall to sit, shooting the woman a tired look. But, hey, at least she was relaxing.

Nicole heard the sounds. Words, she knew. Vaguely. Not that it was ever her strength, but she couldn’t exactly form a coherent sentence at the moment. Her head bobbed without a clear direction, attempting to nod. A cat lady. Curious eyes observed the woman for a moment, waiting for some sort of reaction, any reaction to her trying to tear the bags opens. She was rude but not that rude. It confused her, tilting her head as the woman quietly slid down the wall, but it was the permission she wanted.

She crushed the catnip between her fingertips, nostrils flaring when more scent was released. All tension left her body. Nicole was weightless. She brought the catnip to her mouth, getting a taste of it. A hoarse grunt escaped her mouth. Shit. Shit. Her body tilted forward in slow motion, until she couldn't keep her balance and face planted on the ground. She rolled on her side, letting out a strangled laugh. Something out of the corner of her eye made her jump. She was ready to pounce when she realized— Oh right, the forgotten human. She could enjoy the catnip too, otherwise why did she buy it? Nicole wasn’t selfish. She pawed the air, until she got a hold of her sleeve and pulled her down to the floor. She laughed at that, before breaking down some catnip. “Here…” she mumbled, her clumsy hand rubbed it in the woman’s face.

There was a woman getting high off of catnip, and Nadia was stuck in an elevator with her. That was what was happening. That was her life now. At least the woman seemed to be enjoying herself. Nadia could feel the relaxation and ease that was working its way through the woman, and it was nice to hear a laugh. Nadia managed a small one herself as she watched the woman struggle with movement. It was funny. It was enjoyable. It almost made being stuck in an elevator for the near future something that was almost tolerable.

Or, at least, Nadia could have believed that it was tolerable until she was pulled over and down to the floor with a groan. “Hey, no, no-- fuck.” She was on the floor with a woman that was high on catnip, and that woman was dragging her down and rubbing catnip in Nadia’s face. Sure, it smelled alright, but it wasn’t, like, weed or shit. “That was for my cat,” Nadia said, her tone dry as she plucked a piece of the catnip out of her hair. “But, hey, glad you’re enjoying it, you know?” It was hard to stay mad with the good vibes.

Nicole gave the woman a blank stare. She wanted to understand what she was saying, she really did. The words were floating above her, but they sounded like a foreign language as they reached her ears. She hummed in response, trying to keep a serious face. Whatever she was saying sounded important. Her cat, something about her cat. Her smile kept growing however, stretching until it hurt her cheeks. She buried her face in the bag again, taking as much as she could before discarding it somewhere on the floor. She allowed herself to close her eyes for a moment, eyelids heavy as warmth swept her body. The sensation was barely familiar. But it wasn’t new, just long forgotten. Like feeling loved or cared for. Being safe on her mother’s lap. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt anything similar.

Jealousy filled her chest. The human had to be a great cat owner. How come no one was doing that for her? She turned her head to see the woman, watched her remove the catnip from her hair and while confusing, the message was understood. “Oooh” Nicole would’ve been embarrassed by what she was doing. So embarrassed that she would’ve considered moving out of town. But when the scent of catnip was impregnated in every corner of the elevator, shame was hard to register. A clumsy hand reached out to help, patting her head with no delicacy and tousling her hair in the process. Her human brain still pushed to communicate, thank the woman for bringing such a nice gift to her. Making her feel safe. But words kept failing. Instead, she settled by her side, gently pressing her forehead against the woman’s shoulder. Her breath slowing down.

The cat lady, who was a different kind of cat lady than Nadia’s type of cat lady, was well and truly high on catnip. Of all the things that she expected to happen when she came to the store, this just wasn’t it. Maybe, like, getting attacked by one of those fucking mime creatures. She could have seen that happening. Or maybe the sky raining fish. She’d been there, done that, even if she didn’t get the t-shirt. But this was… a little weird. Not the worst thing in the world, but a little weird. It was hard to be too mad, though, when the woman was smiling and felt genuinely content. It was weird as hell, but she wasn’t, like, malevolent. Nadia had been in worse situations.

“Shit, fuck, ow, yes, thank you, thank you, that’s very nice,” Nadia said as the woman swattered at her head. It was just like dealing with Rhiannon. If Rhiannon was a grown ass woman that was swatting at Nadia’s head. Really, it was practically the same thing. She reached up to fix her hair before giving up and resigning herself to it. Then, the woman leaned against her, calm and relaxed and, yeah, okay, maybe Nadia relaxed a little bit, too. Despite being locked in a fucking elevator, this really, really wasn’t the worst. “Maybe don’t, like, fall asleep. Just in case someone comes to get us out of here, soon.” But she was also a little tired. Just a bit. Not much. But Nadia was always tired. Always. But this was kind of relaxing.

Nicole could hardly remember what her life was before she was on the elevator floor cuddling with a stranger. Nothing extraordinary, surely. But she couldn’t care less. The back of her head was tingling pleasantly and that was all that mattered. She had a moment of utter relaxation and she was going to make the best of it. The human beside her wasn’t too bad either. She made a decent cushion compared to other human cushions, and some of the catnip scent had impregnated on her clothes, making her perfectly comfortable. She barely registered what the woman said, because it was time for a nap. And what was more important than that? So she hummed, letting silence fall on them as she enjoyed the best moment in her miserable 27 years of life. Nothing was going to ruin it.

The floor underneath them shook abruptly. The metallic sounds so jarring to her sensitive ears that her body jumped, suddenly on high alert. Nicole was on her feet faster than it was humanly possible, taking her surroundings in. Her brain was foggy, and though it felt like she should’ve been worried about the source of the sound, all she felt was confused. Not yet conscious, but the sensations gradually subsiding. She narrowed her eyes, staring at the woman on the floor with a puzzled expression. “Wha—?” she let out a big laugh, trying to understand why a woman would be lying on the elevator floor in a mess of bags and herbs.

Nadia was resigned to this. This was her life. She lived in this elevator now. She’d never get home. Her only hope was that Ms. Carmody would see about Rhiannon when it appeared that Nadia wasn’t going to go home. She’d never leave this elevator, and she’d die being essentially cuddled by a stranger that was high on catnip. Her saving grace was the second-hand relaxation that poured off the woman in waves, making Nadia not totally perturbed by her situation. Really, it could be worse. There were more tragic ways to go out. More terrifying ways. More nightmare inducing, memory tugging ways that she thought about all the time. This? This was fucking peaceful. Nadia could allow this, even if she’d miss her friends, her people. She was relaxed. She was chill. She was--

She was jolted away when the elevator started moving again, as well as when the woman moved. Nadia sat up, brushing the catnip out of her hair for real this time as she looked around them. The elevator door opened up, and she stood, grabbing her things. There was a guy that opened the door.

“You ladies alright?” he asked.

“Fine, totally, appreciate it,” Nadia said. She looked at the other woman who was still dazed. “We, uh, we should get off.” Nadia couldn’t tell what happened, but she’d gone from high to coming down relatively quickly, and that seemed to have left a lot of confusion in its wake. She didn’t even mind being laughed at. “Unless you wanna stick around the elevator, that is.”

The rumbling continued, and the elevator began to descend. Nicole felt as if she was being pulled in two drastically different directions. On one side, she tried to navigate the thick fog in her brain, recall important information, like who the fuck was the woman with her and why was she suddenly fond of her. On the other, she gripped the sidebar, her stomach filling with the primal urge to hunt down whatever monster was causing those awful sounds. It didn’t make any fucking sense. She gritted her teeth, but it wasn’t enough to contain the hiss she directed at the emergency lights. Her cheeks flushed, embarrassed. Great. Her awareness grew, but somehow so did the grogginess. Part of her was falling asleep while the other was waking up. And no one seemed to agree on who was going to take control yet.

When she looked down again ,her companion was sitting, brushing off whatever it was she had on her. Cat...nip, she read on the bags. Catnip. The wheels began turning faster. She breathed out, relieved to be able to read. The scent was still floating in the elevator, but it had no effect on her anymore.

The smile still playing on Nicole’s lips faltered, and as the door opened, everything clicked. Well, fuck. The woman’s voice came, and she saw part of her confusion reflected on her face. Nothing but babbling sounds came out as she tried to speak. God dammit, what did she do? And why did she still want to laugh? She nodded curtly at the suggestion, picking up her bags and following the woman. She clenched her jaw, wondering if she could spontaneously combust due to the humiliation. The doors closed behind them and there was silence. “Yeah, uh— sorry about...” she shook her head, pointing in the direction she was about to go. Making a mental note to never leave her house again. “Know what? we...we don’t have to,” they didn’t need to talk. Ever. Why bother? “We’re just not gonna...never” she continued to nod, gripping her bag with sweaty palms. Yeah, that was perfect. She turned around, too scared to wait for the woman to add anything. Eyes fixed on the ground, she bolted towards the nearest exit.

#chatzy: nicole salazar #feline a little clastrophobiic #drug manipulation tw #//honestly what a delight #I adore nicole and mary so much

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hoodie42069 · 4 years ago

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May I request a catra x reader where the reader tells catra that she’s pregnant and catra just dips without paying child support? 😇

Catra x Pregnant reader

I swear it’s a serious agansty fic

You and your cat wife had some shrex and what she didn’t know is that you didn’t take your anti baby vitamins. You wanted a little gremlin child that will eventually ruin your marriage with Catra.

You got the best pregnancy test anyone could get. “Preggers test.” You were so excited and hoping for a little cat gremlin. You already had names for potential kiddos, Mike Hawk for a boy. Mike as is first name and Hawk as a middle and Jenna Tolls for a girl, Jenna for a first name and Tolls as a middle name.

You got home and Catra was watching Malcolm in The Middle on the TV. You sneak off the bathroom just as the golf cart scene started playing. You took the test and you waited anxiously.

The pregger test beeps and you are pregnant. You couldn’t hold your excitement anymore. You run out just as the theme song plays.

“Catra! Catra!” You say excitedly.

Catra runs over to you and is happy that you’re happy. Aww that won’t last long.

“WHAT WHAT?” Catra asks.

“I’m PREGGERS!” You yell happily.

Catra is shooketh, she doesn’t want a child. I mean she was watching Malcolm in The Middle, she knows how fucking terrible children are.

“What? Maybe the test was wrong.” Catra nervously reposnds.

“Nope! I purposely didn’t take my anti baby vitamins anymore!” You say.

Catra stumbles and grabs onto your hoodie and pulls you closer to her. She glares into your eyes. She looks like she wants to kill someone

“Catra! Woah are you ok?” You ask.

“We need more catnip and milk!” Catra says.

Catra runs out of the house and keeps running. She fucking ran faster Karen’s run after the manager.

Catra ran to a park and ran up to some loser teenager with some oversized hoodie and acne and honestly she looked like someone who spends too much time on reddit and tumblr and is in love with Hiccup, she was on her scooter avoiding people, probably thinking of Hiccup.

“Look kid, what’s your name? And do you know where getmethefuckouttahere bus station is?” Catra asks the teenager.

“Uhh, my name is Ally. Yeah I know where it is. Why?” Ally the weirdio asks.

“I’m running from my batshit crazy wife Y/n, she’s pregnant and-“ Catra says.

“Ok I know I sometimes overshare through memes, but I’m only 17 so what do you want Karen?” Ally asks.

“I’m Catra, what are memes—never mind. I need you to let me ride with you on your scooter, take me to the bus station and I’ll give you my anti baby vitamins.” Catra says quickly.

“I don’t have a boyfriend and unless Hiccup is real I nevermind— But fine Karen. I’ll do it.“ Ally the antisocial idiot says.

Catra jumps onto her scooter and holds onto her while Ally fucking speeds down the street. Catra holds onto the minor tightly and Ally not being used to people hugging her, is uncomfortable but for some reason likes it.

They arrive at the bus station and Catra gives the vitimans to Ally and hugs her goodbye and nearly kisses her but Ally being a minor and this lady being like 20, pushes her away. Catra apologizes and Ally smiled awkwardly.

Catra buys a ticket and waved goodbye the anti social weirdo and Catra goes on her way and relaxes knowing that she’ll never have to see her bitch wife again.

Meanwhile after few hours after Catra left to get milk, you get nervous and want to see your wife again. You call the police and you say your wife went missing and Horatio Caine checks the bus station and tells you that your wife left.

You hang up the phone without saying thank you. Feel your heart sink and the tears come out of your eyes and you feel so fucking sad. Catra was just talking to you this morning saying how much she loved you.

Everything around you starts to fade and you can’t focus and you throw up. You realize Catra’s stuff is still here and you decide to keep it so you can tell your future gremlin that her other mother had button eyes was a good wife, but wasn’t ready.

A year later you need child support from her. You try to locate her but you can’t find her and you cry even more.

Meanwhile Catra is chilling in some place with a new wife and doesn’t regret a single thing.

“Fuck children!” Catra yells out.

The local priest high fives Catra agreeing with her.

Catra is happy, you’re depressed and sad and have a child you forgot to abort with you now.

Children suck.

A/n: if you’re wondering who “Ally” is, take a wild guess ;)

#catra x reader #catra #she ra #spop #I am on drugs #pregant reader

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reveriesofawriter · 4 years ago

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another mashton prompt because i think it's the type of thing you'll do very very well with: “I’m pretty sure (you’re/she’s/he’s/they’re) my soulmate”

I kinda want to apologize for using the same kitty-verse for multiple mashton prompts but at the same time I’m unapologetic because michael + cat is my happy place

Ashton could feel Michael’s eyes on him from across the yard. “I can tell you’re watching me.”

“And?” Michael said.

Well. “And nothing, I guess.”

“I like watching you work in the garden.” Ashton smiled to himself. “And so does Bubbles.”

Michael had sat a lawn chair under the tree where they’d first seen the cat. Usually it was a spot for her to return to, sitting on a chair instead of on the ground because as an official pet cat she’s ostensibly too good for the grass. That day, her spot was in Michael’s lap with him in the chair. Michael was petting her and talking to her and she must have been purring, because every time Ashton glanced over, her eyes were closed and she almost looked like she was smiling, which was crazy since she was a cat.

“You know you could help me, since you’re out here anyway?” Ashton asked, for no reason other than to hear Michael’s voice keeping him company.

“We don’t like getting our hands dirty,” Michael said.

“You’re a ‘we’ now? I thought you and I were the ‘we’ in this relationship?” Ashton sat back on his feet and looked at Michael.

“No, we’re a ‘we’ right now because we’re happy sitting here in the shade watching you.”

“So what about us?” Ashton put on a fake pout. “You love her more than me?”

“I think I do. We like all the same things. In fact, I’m pretty sure she’s my soulmate.” Bubbles let out a loud meow that meant Michael stopped petting her in favor of talking to Ashton. Michael apologized to her softly and scratched her head. She closed her eyes, placated. “See? She loves me back.”

“Oh, should I move out then? Let you live up to your full cat dad potential?” Just last week, Ashton had talked Michael out of taking down a wall of picture frames and replacing them with a set of cat ramps that would have looked like a floor-to-ceiling maze. Ashton hadn’t argued really, just told Michael that he’d have to install it himself, and that was enough to agree that it was a bad idea. Of course, it wouldn’t have taken that much pushback from Michael to convince him to help.

“Maybe you should.” Michael lifted Bubbles up so they were cheek to cheek. “We’ll be happy in a house full of cat toys.”

“And who’ll grow her catnip?” Ashton asked, standing up and abandoning his pruning shears.

“We’ll buy it.”

“You won’t miss me?”

“We’ll have each other,” Michael said, failing to keep a serious face as Ashton walked up to him, still pouting.

“And who will I have?” Ashton reached the chair and knelt down beside Michael, automatically reaching out to pet Bubbles. She welcomed the added attention. “When I’m all alone because you picked a cat over me?”

Michael giggled. “Fine, I might miss you if you left.”

“You’ve decided you love me more?” Ashton asked, turning away from Michael to keep up his sad face.

Michael’s arms wrapped around him in a clumsy hug, pulling him close enough to kiss his cheek without disturbing Bubbles. “Don’t make me choose.”

Ashton’s mouth fell open a little and he turned back around. “You’re being serious,” he said with a laugh.

“I loved you first,” Michael said. “And I always will. But look at her.” Again, he lifted the front half of Bubbles’s body so she could open her eyes and look annoyed at being disturbed yet again. She blinked lazily at Ashton.

“You’re right, she’s cuter than you.”

“Hey!”

Ashton laughed. “See how it feels?”

“Okay.” Michael put his hands over the cat’s ears. “I love you more than anyone else,” he whispered, leaning over to give Ashton a soft kiss. “But you can’t tell Bubbles that.”

#perhaps i've forgotten how to write any other mashton #or perhaps watching a video 50 times of michael baby talking at a cat has implanted itself into my brain #i really meant to take this somewhere else i have 3 other fic drafts partly written #with equal motivation to write all of them #and so obviously none of them are going anywhere #but anyway thank you maggie #me handshake emoji bella posting maggie's prompt fics tonight bc she asked for mashton lmao #calumsclifford

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risingmoonyue · 5 years ago

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I need to stop making these.

Meh.

Enjoy more Damian scenarios lol

XXX

When they sent him off to school, they really didn't mean for this to happen

Basically

Damian was Damian

And managed to get the entire student population to hate him within a week

Not that anyone at home (or the staff) knows that (yet)

All but this tiny, cute girl

Teachers love her

And she is universally acknowledged as a cinnamon roll

And for some reason she is very interested in Damian

He ignores that and moves on with his life

One day Damian gets in a fight and breaks the other kid’s nose

And of course, she was around

And she manages to spin the whole thing off on the kids who got beat up

By telling the biggest sob story Damian’s ever heard

Complete with waterworks and puppy eyes on to maximum efficiency

Damian plays along because holy crap this child is way different from what he expected this is great he may have finally found a competent human being in this incompetent school

As it turns out

She actively manipulates the entire school population

Has cowed the small group of students that know into silence

And every teacher believes she's an angel

And the reason she’s so interested in Dami is because she’s seen him around town, and by golly gosh she loves his skills and attitude

And she absolutely wants him on her side

The feeling is mutual for Damian as of the Incident™

In the end

They strike up (an extremely, super definitely won't become romance later in life) partnership

(They may or may not have decided already on their own that if they don't marry the other then they don't marry at all)

And become horrible influences on each other

Featuring:

Girl teaching him how to be rude effectively and diversely

(“there are four main types of rude: sophisticated, neutral, jerk-wad, and secret rude.”)

Damian teaching her how to fight

(“the most effective place to hit at almost any time is the groin. Hurts for guys, still hurts for girls there too. Boob shots also are effective. Anywhere squishy, really.”

“Ooh, can I be like the Three Stooges and poke em’ in the eyes???”

”If the situation allows, then yes.”

“Sweeeeet.”)

Girl teaching him memes

(“listen, ‘ok boomer’ is the pinnacle of modern meme language. Use it, love it.”

“But what if they aren't boomers?”

“Doesn't matter, if it fits you sits.”)

Damian bringing in Jason so they can troll the rest of the fam

(“So I just gotta comment on how extremely platonic you all are, call everyone a boomer, give you opportunities to go off on them, actually go off on them, and generally act so happy they think they're insane?”)

“Yes.”

“I'm in.”)

All of them teaching the others how to act certain ways

(“If they think you’re an innocent cinnamon roll too good for this world, you get a surprisingly lot outta people. I have so many unknowing adult minions, it’s great.”

“...You’re a scary child, Cupcake.”

“Aaaw, thank you! I’m glad I met Dami, cause that means I got to meet you!”

“Why did you become friends with him anyways?”

“I saw him beating a bunch of people up and decided I needed that!”

“... and you, Demon Spawn?”

“She manipulated the entire school into doing her bidding. It was beautiful.”

“...you both are scary children…. Meh, I get to set you guys on B, Replacement and Golden Boy. I’m good.”)

(“If you act like a street rat, you’ll get pity points AND street cred when they find out you can kick butt.”

“Hey! Hey Jay! How much butt did you kick when you were on the streets?”

“A ton.”

“Wooooooow.”)

(“Contrary to popular belief, there are many situations in which my attitude is normal and encouraged—and not just in my family business, Todd. Prove to those in superior positions that you are smarter, more capable, and that you know it, they feel inferior. Usually best in business settings where you hate each other and know it, or when your parents have decided to compete for who has the best kid. Alternatively, if you can't beat them, give them hell.”

“Is THAT why you’re such a Demon Spawn most of the time?”

“Perhaps.”)

Girl acting like an angel in Wayne household and Damian acting normal, only for them to go all melodramatic and propose be each other's Extremely Definitely Platonic Partner For Life (EDPPFL) complete with over the top speeches while on one knee, Platonic™ ring giving, ridiculous Platonic™ pet names, Proud Dad-Brother™ Jason, and just generally freaking out the Wayne household as soon as the Wayne’s show even the slightest hint of hesitation, doubt, confusion, or just negativity

(look Damian was maybe just a smidge annoyed with his family and MAYBE he loved messing with them. So what?)

(there's a lot of overdramatic wailing involved and swooning into each other's arms as they lament the cruelty of humanity)

(really, Dami, Jason and Girl are all theater kids at heart)

The Wayne family being really confused

(“Oh God check for the Joker toxin!!”

“OH (name), THIS CRUEL WORLD HAS TURNED EVEN MY BELOVED FAMILY AGAINST ME!”

“OH DAMI, THE WORLD MAY TURN AGAINST YOU, BUT ME AND JASON WILL ALWAYS BE HERE! ESPECIALLY ME, MY WONDERFUL AMAZING PERFECT PLATONIC™ LIFE PARTNER!”)

Jason being a horrible, horrible enabler

(“Well gosh, kids. You guys are the best pair of EDPPFLs I’ve ever seen!”)

(“God, Bruce, try being supportive of your kids for once. Don’t stifle the Springtime of Youth in them like you did the rest of us!”

“Jason, I will literally pay you to never say that again.”

*offended gasp* “Are you attempting to subvert my given right and freedom of speech??”

*twin offended gasps* “YOU DARE???”)

Jason teaching the kiddos everything

(“—and THIS is where you go if you want to buy beer underaged, great for finding all the shady gossip, and THIS is where Crazy Cat Lady Susan gives out surprisingly good cookies (only half are laced with catnip as opposed to all of them) and THIS is where you can sneak into the theatre so you can watch all the best movies without paying anything—”)

Deadpan snark

Angelic snark

Snark for you

Snark for everyone!

So much Snark

#batman #batfam #batman prompts #batman hc #damian wayne prompts #damian wayne hc #damian wayne #robin #jason todd #red hood #oc #my writing #i need to stop making these help

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artnerd1123 · 4 years ago

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A Familiar World

Coffee ——————————————

Following the move in, things are still a little tense in the apartment. So Aiden decides to try and get on Journal’s good side. What better way to do so than with coffee?

The masterpost for AFW can be found here. The chapter post for AFW can be found here.

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At long last, it’s another chapter!!! I’m following the dialogue bits in “warming up,” and this was inspired by the second and third sets there. Gotta get these roomies on track to friendship. I got this finished in 2 days, but it’s been in existence for awhile, so! I’m glad to finally get it out here lskdjfs. Hope y’all enjoy!

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Coffee. Black as pitch, with just a touch of creamer. Not the expensive stuff, mind you. Just what one can get from a certain widely known coffee farm. Rindbell, if a familiar remembered right. And the creamer comes from the same place. Make sure it’s warm and well mixed. Keep it ready for breakfast, noon, and night. Anytime is a good time for this coffee. It’s a comfort, an energy source, and a favorite all wrapped into one. Easy to tell, as it’s what’s filled a skittish sorcerer’s cup for a few weeks now. Enough was gone that he was running dangerously low. The gentle scrape of fingers on the bottom of a can had greeted the apartment consistently for a couple days. And the sorcerer? Well, he wasn’t saying anything. His name might’ve been Journal, but he wasn’t about to be an open book. And he’d already established how he didn’t want his roommate worrying about him at all. “I’m headed to do some apartment shopping,” Aiden had said, a few days earlier. Journal had barely spared him a glance. It was one of the few times Aiden caught the sorcerer out of his room. He’d been making coffee, of course. The questor himself hadn’t touched the coffee maker thus far. It was one of the agreements they’d silently come to. Journal had the coffee machine. Aiden didn’t use it. That was how things were. So far. … And Journal didn’t seem to have picked up Aiden’s hint. He decided to be a little more direct. “... Do you... want anything? While I’m out?” Aiden ventured. Journal had fixed him with a withering look. “I don’t need you buying anything for me,” he replied tersely. Aiden quirked a brow, holding up his hands. “Alright. That’s fine. Just… figured I’d ask.” “... Whatever.” And so he hadn’t gotten anything. But now, with Journal’s stash coming to an end, the situation had changed. The sorcerer was twitchy and out even less. Cleary, he was trying to save what he had left. He didn’t want to ask for more, either. But he needed it. Aiden wasn’t about to let Journal go without it. He didn’t need to know his roommate well to see how big of a deal the drink was. And maybe. Just maybe. He could finally get on his good side.

Aiden was up early. He usually was, but it was especially important today. He had errands to run, and his roommate wasn’t one who liked to sleep in. Pulling his cloak around his shoulders, he cast a look around the living room. It was barely deserving of its name. The curtains were drawn, barely letting the sun’s first rays inside. The bookshelf was half full. All the novels that remained were shelved neatly. A news scroll was the only thing on the coffee table. One of the armchairs remained utterly untouched. If he hadn’t been sitting on the couch reading last night, he would’ve sworn the place was still waiting for its tenants. It was… discouraging. But he wasn’t going to give up. Not yet, anyways. “You ready to go, Roo?” the questor called quietly. There was an answering meow from the hall. The indigo cat familiar came into sight a moment later. Rubbing at his eyes, Roo yawned loudly. His patched cloak hung loosely around his neck, and his tail dragged against the ground. It was leaving a little paint trail as he made his way to his originator’s side. He sort of just… stood there. Blinking sleepily. “... mnnh… yeah,” Roo mumbled. “... les… lesgo…” Aiden chuckled softly. The familiar was always droopy in the mornings. “C’mere, roodle doodle,” he said gently, taking his paw. “We won’t be out long.” “Wha’eveh yeh say, dad…” Aiden let Roo out first before locking the door behind them. He had no doubt that his roommate would be fine if he didn’t, but the younger sorcerer preferred a locked door. Hopefully that would change sometime. I’d love having visitors over someday. For now, though, they were off to the store. Down the steps and out the front doors they went. Roo woke up more once they were outside. His tail twitched anxiously, and his ears pressed back against his head. He was walking as close to Aiden as he could manage. Aiden gave him a few reassuring pats. The kitty’s nerves were nothing new. The area was still unfamiliar, after all. “Not far to the store,” he hummed. “And we’re only picking up a few things.” “... ‘s theah gonna b-be… um… a l-lotta people…?” Roo whispered, eyes flicking from place to place. “Probably not. We’re up early enough to miss most people, but late enough for stores to be open,” Aiden explained. “... mnn… okay…” Roo took a couple shaky breaths. The tension slowly eased from his shoulders. “... okay. W-we got this.” “That’s the spirit bud…”

Shopping indeed went quickly. It took a little to find Journal’s preferred coffee, but Roo’s excellent memory had come in handy. Nothing like a detail oriented familiar to remember exactly what labels look like. Aiden also snagged a couple other things while they were out. Biscuits, for roo, and some veggies, for dinner that night. But that was neither here nor there. The purchase that mattered was the coffee. And what mattered now was getting home on time…

The originator and familiar found themselves on their doorstep once again. Aiden fumbled around in his belt pack for the key, grumbling under his breath. He still wasn’t used to keeping track of such things. At least he could manage holding a grocery bag and biscuit box in one arm. “Did yeh drop it?” Roo asked, brows furrowed as he shifted a bag of coffee and carrots in his arms. “I-I don’ see it on the floor out heah…” “No no, I’m sure I have it,” Aiden sighed, checking his cloak pocket. “I distinctly remember putting it away. What a time to remember my organization skills are lacking- ah!” His fingers closed around the small bit of metal, drawing it out. He gave Roo a wink as he stuck it in the lock. “Good thing my memory’s not as cluttered as everything else, eh?” The comment drew a giggle from the paint cat. Aiden nudged open the door, and Roo went scampering inside. Though Aiden held his breath going in, a relieved sigh was the only thing that came out. He could hear some noise from down the hall, but that was alright. The living room was empty, as was the kitchen, from what he could see. Aside from Roo and himself, that is. Good. They’d made it in time. “Take the coffee to the kitchen, bud,” he called softly, throwing his cloak onto the rack. “Already on it!” Roo chirped. He quickly skittered into the kitchen, his originator right behind him. Aiden busied himself putting away the other groceries as Roo climbed cabinets for the coffee container. He made sure to keep an eye on the kitty, though. All he had to do was dump the bag into the tin. But still. Roo was small. And the cabinets were high up. Plenty of opportunity for things to fall on him- or the kitty himself to fall. The sound of coffee beans gently clinking against metal rang out soon enough. From Roo’s little “mrrp!” it was louder than he’d expected. And… did it mask the noises in the hall? Or had they stopped? Aiden snuck a glance out the kitchen doorway as the beans’ clinking slowed to a stop. For a moment- just a moment- he thought he saw someone looking out from the hall. But his glance was over in an instant, and he’d nearly dropped a bag of celery. The questor sighed to himself as he got it set back in the cold cabinet. Hopefully what he saw meant their roommate would join them for breakfast. Turning back to the kitchen, he saw Roo half hanging out of another cabinet. The sight made him snort. Whatever he was digging for, he had several boxes on the verge of tipping onto the floor. He crossed the room quickly. “What’re you up to over there, bud?” Aiden chuckled, lifting him out. “I’m gettin breakfast!” Roo mewed indignantly. He crossed his arms, pouting as he hung in Aiden’s grasp. “I’m gonna have some’a the marshmella cereal!” “You sure you need sugar first thing in the morning?” Aiden asked, one brow raised. “Oh, c’mon! It’s not like I’m askin fer catnip!” Roo huffed. “Mmh… Fair enough,” Aiden nodded. He set him down gently, chuckling as Roo beamed. “Go have a seat. I’ll get it. You nearly knocked everything out of here just trying to get the box.” “Yeah, well, there’s no stools on the counter.” “Also fair.” Aiden shook out some cereal and marshmallows into one bowl for roo, and some cornflakes into another for himself. A snap or two left a milk bottle in his hand, and he poured some milk into the two bowls. He stuck a spoon in each before turning around again. It was when he carried them to the table, though, that he noticed someone standing in the kitchen doorway. Journal. He didn’t look any different than usual. Dark clothes, bright leggings, carefully smoothed and dutifully styled hair, pulled back in a ponytail. Though he still managed to look somewhat disheveled. It was probably the raccoon’s mask of sleeplessness on his face. The sorcerer seemed to hover where he was, uncertain about coming in. With the way his eyes flicked from the originator and familiar to the rest of the room, Aiden could tell he was still nervous. That was fine. He just gave him a gentle, warm smile, as he always did. “Good morning Journal,” he hummed, setting the bowls on the table. Roo gave a quiet thank you before waving at Journal. “N-nice to see yeh again...” Roo said softly. “... yeah. ‘Morning...” Journal mumbled. “... you too…” There was a beat of silence as they all looked at each other. Then the two turned to their cereal as their nervous roommate crossed the room. They’d give him his space. And if he didn’t feel like talking more, that was ok. Didn’t make the silence any less awkward, but still. Aiden couldn’t help but sneak a glance or two at Journal as he reached for his coffee container. Taking it down, the younger sorcerer fumbled with it. A look of surprise flitted across his face. Seems he hadn’t been expecting the weight. He set it down carefully, his surprise turning to bafflement once he took the lid off. It was filled to the top with coffee beans. Across the table, Roo was hiding a smile. Aiden hid one of his own. He’d wait for Journal to say something, though. Sure enough, he spoke up. “... did… did you… get me more coffee?” Journal asked hesitantly. “Hm? Oh, yes.” Aiden looked up before nodding. “I grabbed some while Roo and I were out this morning.” “... huh…” Journal eyed the coffee beans for a moment. Reaching in, he pulled out the freshly emptied bag. It brought a whole new layer of delighted confusion to his gaze. “Wh- how- how’d you know what brand of coffee I like???” “You drink enough that I figured you’d like black,” Aiden shrugged. “... that, and Roo saw the label. He helped me pick the right brand.” Roo chuckled timidly when Journal looked at him. Journal blinked, silent for a moment. “... oh. Well. Uh. Thanks,” he said haltingly. “No problem,” Aiden smiled. Journal gave him a small smile in return as he went back to his coffee making. The silence that followed was different than earlier. This was less tense. More… companionable. Just the quiet sounds of morning breakfast time with three roommates. It was… nice. For the first time, all three of them could admit to that.

When Journal finally had his coffee in a mug, Aiden and Roo were finishing up their cereal. “Good coffee?” Aiden inquired. Journal gave a small nod. “Good,” Aiden smiled. “I’m glad to hear it.” “W… will we see yeh again today…?” Roo piped up. He fidgeted with his paws, looking shyly hopeful. “Besides when you come for more coffee, that is,” Aiden joked gently. Journal was silent for a bit. Considering. He swirled his drink as he looked between the two. Eventually he shrugged, taking another sip of his coffee. “Maybe,” he said. “Maybe.” Heaving a sigh, he started off towards the hall. “Depends how much work I get done today.” “F-faieh enough,” Roo sighed. “I-I hope that goes well…” “I’ll second that,” Aiden nodded. “Again, it was nice to see you, Journal.” Journal looked over his shoulder one last time as he stood before the hallway. “... yeah. You… you too,” he replied. “... thanks again.” “Not a problem, Journal.”

As Journal headed down the hall, Aiden and roo were still smiling. They’d done good this time. And, with some luck, AIden thought, I’ll get Journal out and about yet. For now… they had coffee. That was as good a start as any.

#afw chapter #my story #afw #a familiar world #aiden pingere #roo pingere #journal sherman drapht #arty writes #ayyy ya girl's finished another chapter!!!#after 60 years sldkjfsklf #i'm excited to start on these guys being friends--#i'll have some nettles letters to accompany this latest update sometime soonish #but! there's this for now #lskdjfs i hope y'all like--#*softly* and if u enjoy; rbs of my writing r appreciated...

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i-write-abt-a-buncha-stuff · 5 years ago

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Merry Christmas! Have a wonderful day and year!💝🌟 Could you please write about Tamaki and his S/O sharing a bed, with a cat maybe? I love you♡

Thank you so much, same to you, love! I love you too!❤️

Tamaki and his S/O sharing a bed with their cat

It had been a week.

And the cat never wanted to get in the bed.

That is, she didn’t when Tamaki was in it.

“Tamaki, she’s just not used to you.”

“But I’ve known her as long as you have.”

“Maybe she’s just territorial.”

That much was apparent when she started taking up Tamaki’s side of the bed.

And refused to move unless you told her to.

“Y/N, she’s in my spot again.”

“Y/C/N, come here, sweetheart.”

She stands right up and curls up close to you.

Tamaki is sad about it.

One day, when you’re out, he decides to do something about it.

“Okay, Y/C/N, I’m gonna sit here and bond with you until you like me.”

And he does.

He spoils her with treats and toys and even buys her catnip.

It works.

She is ALL OVER HIM.

“Wow, love, she’s really taken a liking to you.”

He smiles.

He knows that he won.

Until that night, when he lifts up the covers in hopes of cuddles.

And she’s back in his spot, not listening to a word he says.

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I really hope you like this!! I loved writing it!! Requests are open!💗

#bnha scenarios #bnha headcannons #bnha #bnha tamaki

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theresonlysofarnewmoneygoes · 4 years ago

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here’s a short, jily one-shot inspired by the facebook ad above. disclaimer: i’ve never owned a cat. modern day au, including quarantine, excluding the uk’s way too lax guidelines. stay inside, kids.

ao3 - ff.net

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It is quickly becoming clear to Lily that she has made a terrible mistake and she should have adopted a dog. She, of course, cannot share this newly learned tidbit with anyone, on account of her having spent every day of her life prior to the adoption moaning about how much she wants a cat. The wording of her demands have not changed much-perhaps from asking nicely to begging to all the other stages of grief, but the crux of it has always been: I want a cat.

And a few short months ago, Mary, tired of her rants about how it just isn't fair, Taylor Swift has three, I would love it so hard, snapped at her and said, "For the love of all that is holy, you're a grown adult, just fucking go and get one!"

This had not occurred to Lily before it was thrown at her along with a pillow at her head. That she, as now grown-adult, who pays her own rent and buys her own clothes and decides herself what time she needs to be up tomorrow to get to her aunt's brunch on time...can just get a cat if she wants to.

Which is a testament to how hard her guardian angel works, really. That all this time, just going out to adopt a cat did not occur to her. And now, because of the work of the devil (who answers to Mary), she is stuck with one.

One angry, violent, perpetually hungry, very pregnant cat.

And it's quarantine, so she's got nowhere to escape to. If she had gotten a dog, she'd at least be allowed to go on walks.

"Don't even know how she managed to get knocked up so quickly," Lily grumbles to Mary, pouring a few bits of catnip into one of Jemimah's dozen bowls strewn about their flat. Lily came up with the idea for making her work for her food in an effort to get her to exercise more. "She's such a stupid whore."

"Stop slut-shaming her, Lily," Mary says, sharply. Lily would think her serious, but she recognises the glee in her eyes.

"I can't believe you're enjoying this. When she has her litter, you'll be stuck with all of them, too."

"Ooh, litter? All scientific and detached, are we, hmm?"

"I only wanted one cat."

"But Taylor Swift has three, doesn't she?"

"Shut up," Lily snaps. "This isn't funny anymore, all right? You're not the one who has to go out to vet appointments in--this." Lily waves her arm about to signify the general insanity that is what the world has become.

For Lily has to traverse the jungle that is Infected London once a week now, her pregnant cat in tow. Clad in gloves and a mask and misery. Vet trips are not what a walk with a dog would be like, because a walk with a dog would not include the various sanitation tests Lily has to undergo at Dr Hagrid's office.

"Where has she even gone off to?" She's not in her favoured spot-by the window, body in the sunlight, tail under the shade of Mary's houseplant. And she's not anywhere eating, because Lily would be able to hear her.

"Probably to meet her lover," Mary suggests, stretching out on their only sofa. She waves around the spoon she's holding. "Just because you're stuck inside doesn't mean she is. Cats don't get sick, you know."

"There was a tiger who got sick, wasn't there? And how come she never moves when I want her to?"

Mary shrugs. "She's moving away from you, I guess."

Just then Lily hears it. Angry yowling and heavy thuds. The exact sound made by a pregnant cat trying to get through a pet door, and finding out that she is rapidly growing too fat, and being very upset by this revelation.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," Lily says, sighing as she turns to made her way to save Jemimah from her own stupid stubbornness. She can see her tiny paws trying to claw her way inside. "All right, mind my door, please-oh!"

As Lily opens the door, she sees Jemimah is not alone in trying to push herself inside. Someone's trying to help her. The same messy dark hair, but most definitely not a cat.

"Oh," he says, picking his head up from the floor. "Hi."

"What exactly are you doing? Two metres back! Please!"

"Ah, right, sorry, sorry," the man says getting to his feet and taking a few steps back.

Jemimah slips past her legs, slinking inside, probably making her way to one of her food bowls.

"Now, may I ask who you are?" Lily says, struggling to control her voice. She's quite torn: on one hand, this stranger has been shoving her cat through her doorway, which is not the best look, and she feels like she should be upset about that. On the other hand, she's not seen anyone other than Mary, Dr Hagrid, and the neighbours across the street who wave at them through the window sometimes, and her excitement at meeting a new person is itching at her, climbing up her legs-no, that's Jemimah. She bends down to pick her up.

"I'm James. I'm your in-law. This is for you." He kicks over a package.

It's catnip. "Child support?" Lily reads. Then it hits her. "Oh, you did this to her?"

James grins. "Well, not me."

"Well, your cat."

"Yeah. She's been coming 'round ours for a while now, but I only just noticed she was pregnant. How far along is she?"

"About a month. So...halfway, about."

"Wow. Well. She...I mean, she looks great." He crosses his arms and leans against the wall opposite Lily's flat.

"She does not, but thank you for lying."

He laughs. "I think she's glowing."

"It's the sweat. What's my son-in-law's name?"

"Catrick Sawyze. But only because they look alike."

Now Lily laughs. "I'll need pictures."

"Sure. Or I can bring him around for you to see-from a distance. Or, you know, when this is...over."

"Yeah."

An uncomfortable silence-this is not fun to talk about.

"What's yours, by the way?"

"Hmm?"

"Your name."

"Oh. Lily. Swayze."

James' eyes go wide and his mouth parts open a little, in the most adorable look of startlement Lily has seen since March. "Really?"

"No. Sorry."

Was that weird of her? Has she completely forgotten how to interact with people? Perhaps not, because he laughs again. Or maybe he's also starved for human contact and he's faking it.

"We'll have to have a party. For Pat and Jemimah's babies."

"Sure," Lily says. "Over Zoom."

"Oh, I'm sure we'll be allowed to have small get-togethers by the birth," he says cheerfully.

Lily raises an eyebrow. "That's optimistic."

"It's a gift. Anyway, we'll talk custody later."

"Get a good lawyer," Lily says.

"Oh, d'you want them all?" He sounds surprised.

"No. One is more than enough, thank you."

"Who forced the cat on you?" he says, laughing once more.

God, it's nice to hear a person laugh in front of her. Because of her! And not at her, like Mary always does.

"The devil."

"Oh. Well. She'll be in a better mood shortly. And you can make sure to keep her locked up properly." He winks, and Lily's stomach flutters.

Pathetic, she can hear Mary saying already. But she doesn't see people anymore, and he's cute. She's only human.

"Maybe Jemimah will want partial custody, actually," she says. "We'll have to do house visits. You know eventually."

He grins, hazel eyes twinkling. "Count on it."

Lily drops a kiss on Jemimah's head as she closes the door, hiding her burning face in her fur. There's not much to count on nowadays, so she has to take fit neighbourhood cat owners as they come. Quarantine is no time for choosers.

#jily fanfiction #jily au #i missed writing jily!!#i'm actually working on something i've not yet shared with anyone and i think a lot of people are going to like it #i hope to get that up by the end of june

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crazyrandomfucker · 5 years ago

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Marichat May day 7: Disguise

Summary:

What would happen if Adrien and Adrienne tried to disguise themselves as random civilians and no one recognizes them? What would happen if they met Marin and Marinette and they called them out as Chat Noir and Kitty Noire instead of Adrien and Adrienne? Who knows

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As all the terrible ideas in existance, everything began with two kwamis high on cheese. Tecnically, it began when Adrien and Adrienne decided that it was a great idea to feed their kwamis 20 wheels of cheese each to stop them from their complains, but that's not relevant. The thing is that the two gods of destruction ate too much cheese and that made them enter into a state similar to cats when they have catnip. The last time Plagg entered such state, Atlantis had been drowned and lost forever. This time, luckily, the godly cats didn't destroy anything. Instead, they came up with an idea which would later on bring disaster to the Agreste teenagers (just kidding).

"Why don't you put on a disguise and go outside to be normal kids?" said Plagg.

"Even better, why don't put on a disguise, go outside to be normal kids and then put on a horrendous disguise to prank you father?" said Plaggue.

Those cursed questions turnedon the cruel gears of the universe that would later affect Adrienne and Adrien, on a way they'd never imagine. For them, it was simple, they would put on a horrendous disguise first and go out, but once they had their fun they would throw away those disguises and put on the real disguises ad try to be normal kids. At least, that was if no one recognized them first. Their ideas for the horrendous disguise were no others than the banana costume Adrien acquired during the Kwamibuster incident, while Adrienne decided to also use the Hot Dog costume she acquired during the same incident. Needless to say, if their father or Nathalie were to see them, they would have multiple heart attacks and probably a seizure. However, they didn't decide on what to wear as a disguise for the second part and just agreed to buy it from a store using their money.

The promised day arrived and the Agrestes were practically vibrating out of emotions. Their kwamis, were absolutely regretting everything they had said during the time they weren't at their best by simply looking at their stupid holders on those forsaken costumes. They strongly refused to comply with the kids and transform into Chat Noir and Kitty Noire, nope, definitely they weren't doing that, again. But their minds changed a bit when they saw the amount of cheese they would be having once they came back, giving into the demmands of Adrienne and Adrien and accepting the shame just to have a great amount of cheese to last them for about a week. And just like that, Adrienne turned into Kitty Noire as Adrien turned into Chat Noir, both getting ready to stealthily slither away from the mansion.

Once outside, they went to the center of Paris and found a safe alley to transform back and begin their little experiment. They went to the main streets and began to walk as if they were doing something completely normal, with everyone looking at them as they passed by, but they still walking because they only had to worry about two things. The worst thing it could happen to them would be either being discovered by their father, which would led them to some severe punishment for sure; or being discovered by Lordbug and Ladybug, which would be certainly mortifying. However both possibilities weren't that probable to happen, so they continued being carefree and making everyone that saw them very confused.

After about 20 minutes however, the costumes we're way to hot to stay inside anymore, so they rushed into the first store they saw, gave a vague excuse to the poor shopkeeper at the counter, and began to select what would their next disguise be like. Adrienne chose chocolate shoes, dark blue texans levis, a grey shirt and a black aviator jacket and then made his hair into a braid that falled over her right shoulder. On the other hand, Adrien had opted for some black boots, black trousers with holes on them, an acid green shirt and a black leather jacket like those that bikers wear, also changing his hairstyle to a more wild one, that looked like a lion's mane. They went to the counter to pay and told the shopkeeper that they were being followed, asking for him to keep quiet if someone asked for them.

After disposing of the banana and hot dog costume on an alley's container, they went back and picked something they had stored on the inside pockets of the costume, their sunglasses. Adrien wore some Wayfarer Ray Ban's with a black frame and green lents, while Adrienne wore aviator Ray Ban's that had a silver frame and gold lents. Now completely prepared, they went once again to the main streats to have some fun. They went to an arcade, visited a museum, wandered across town and went to a café. So far, noone seemed to recognize them, which was great since not even their classmates had recognized them, meaning that their disguises were great. But they had to visit the Trocadero, unaware of the consequences of that foolish decision.

At the Trocadero, Marin and Marinette were sketching while they made a sort of designing competition among them to see who could make the better cap with the inspiration of what they could see. After some failed attemtps, they began to think that they should change their sketching spot and see if they got better inspiration elsewhere. But all of that was quickly forgotten as they saw two teenagers that suspiciously looked a lot like Chat Noir and Kitty Noire. They decided that maybe they were too tired and were seeing things, but the supposedly civilian cats met eyes with them and the time seemed to stop. Adrien and Adrienne were interally sweating and cursing themselves, but Marinette and Marin were freaking out and asking themselves how could their partners be so stupid to dress as civilians in the exact way they do as heroes.

Marinette waves and gestures for them to come. "Hello" says with a fake smile.

They get closer to her. "Hello Marinette" says Adrien very nervous.

"Would you two mind if we go somewhere else with less people?" asks Marin forcing a smile.

"N-No, of course not" says Adrienne equally nervous as they follow the designers to a nearby park.

"Just checking it to make sure" says Marinette. "You're Kitty and Chat, right?"

Adrienne and Adrien instantly relax for a moment, thinking that they were still safe from having their cover blown. But then they remember that they ARE Chat Noir and Kitty Noire. "W-What makes you think that?" asks Adrienne sweating.

"Well, let's see" says Marin. "Your clothes are basically a civilian version of your catsuits, you know us and you look as if you had been caught".

"Those are just... Coincidences! Yeah, coincidences" says Adrien.

"Chat, stop lying we know it's you two" says Marinette deadpanning.

"Okey, you got us. It is really us" says Adrienne.

"What were you thinking on to dress like that? It's quite obvious that it's you two by what you're wearing" reprimands Marin. "I can only hope that you haven't met Hawk Moth by error"

"Actually, nobody has recognised us yet, you know?" protests Adrien. "You two are the first ones to deduce that it's us".

"Yeah, you're too observative for your own good" says Adrienne. "No wonder you guessed who are LB and L-boy".

"You're kidding, right?" asks Marinette not being able to believe that no one has recognized the two idiots.

"We're not, we've spent the afternoon peacefully, doing normal things for teens our age" says Adrienne.

"If it comforts you, our kwamis always says that people in Paris are blind" offers Adrien, looking at the designers facepalm.

"I can't believe it! How could no one recognize you!" exclaims Marin.

"Well, you didn't recognize our civilian identities either" points Adrienne. "You went and recognized our other identity instead".

"That's because since we acidentally discovered the bug's, we've stopped thinking like that!" says Marinette. "It's not like we want to discover all of the heroes identities and put ourselves at risk!"

"Fair point Princess. It's undeniable that you'd truly be at risk if you were to know our identities on top of Ladybug's and Lordbug's" says Chat.

"Still, I'm amazed that you recognized us" says Kitty. "Since we don't have our usual cat ears nor our tails".

"Seriously? Kitty, your outfit still has this badass vibe to it" points Marin.

"And Chat's still has his usual bad boy vibe as well" adds Marinette. "Even if in reality all you are it's dorks".

"You flattered us so much just to hurt us like that" says Chat, dramatically falling over Marinette.

"Yep, I can only see two dorks" says Marin.

"But you did called me badass~" teases Kitty scratching Marin's chin. "Couldn't it be that you two have a little crushy crush on us and recognized us thanks to that?~"

"Kitty, we're designers" says Marinette deadpanning as Marin blushes a bit. "And you already know who's the boy I like".

"Who is it?" asks Chat curiously. "She doesn't tell me that!"

"It's a girl's thing" say the girls at unison.

"Don't worry pal, I get you" says Marin patting Chat's back.

"Could it be that you also have a crush on someone and you haven't told me either?" asks Chat.

"You barely pass by my rooftop Chat, most of your visits are to Marinette" points Marin. "Come by later and I'll tell you".

"But I do go a lot!" protests Kitty. "And you haven't told me anything".

"It's a boys thing" says Chat and fistbumps Marin.

"Why are all the boys I know so idiotic" says Marinette facepalming.

"Even your crush?" asks Chat.

"Of course not, he's simply dorky from time to time" says Marinette.

"Or that's what you say" says Adrienne. "Because I have heard some stories that provs him as an idiotic boy too".

"Which stories?!" asks Marinette excited and angry at the same time.

"I'll ask a better question. Whose stories?" says Adrien.

"I'll ask you all a better question, are you leaving soon?" says a man on a painting suit as he aprroaches them. "We need to paint that bench you're on".

"Oh my god. Sorry!" says Marinette getting up fast as lightning.

"We'll leave now" says Adrienne.

"Let's go to our house, we can't talk while we play a bit" suggests Marin.

"Now that's a good idea" says Adrien and they all head to the bakery.

#marichatmay2020 #miraculous ladybug #miraculous au #miraculous fanfic #Twins!Au

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ns-cookie · 5 years ago

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A Pleasant Surprise

Akira was at home with a changeling who does whatever he pleases. He never told her what his source of energy is but she soon finds out when looking for something for him.

Kevine belongs to @changelingkevine Akira is my OC

TW: Smothering involved, dubcon (?), Smut, Being suffocated.

It was getting close to being the afternoon despite it being hard to tell from the gloomy weather outside. Though it didn’t matter to people what the time is if not having much to do, it didn’t matter to this changeling that decided to stay over at this person’s place. The changeling came over to be spoiled, to be groomed, pet, taken care of and given attention. His features helped with most of that thankfully.

A being that is weak to people with cat ears and a tail, its good to take advantage of that since they’ll have a hard time saying no to them. Just gotta swish his tail around in front of them and start to purr, they’ll “Aww” at him before carrying on with the task he gave them. It’s good to be treated like that.

This changeling, Kevine, was staying over at this demon’s place. She’s strong but her uncontrollable urge to adore and take care of animals is stronger. She loves cats, has some for pets but Kevine took her attention by swishing his tail around in front of her, purring on her and pawing at her clothes. He’ll purposely rip them if she’s distracted and if it upsets her, he can have his ears droop and she’ll be quick to forgive him.

What a sucker. At the moment, the demon named Akira was busy looking for the catnip she bought for him. She wanted it to be a surprise for Kevine but lost it as soon as she placed it down on the coffee table. Now, where on this planet did the catnip go? Did one of her cats get to it? Oh-

“I hope they didn’t,” Akira muttered to herself, a frown making its way to her face when thinking of that. She doesn’t mind buying more but she ordered it from her laptop, recently her lap has been occupied by a certain cat. So it wouldn’t be much of a secret for him. Akira sneezed from the dust surrounding her, she would’ve thought one of the maids have cleaned under the couch. How dusty it is under here, she feels like she’s gonna sneeze again.

“Guess it’s not back- huh?” Akira tried to look back behind her, but she was so far under that couch that her back was arched, the skirt she had on flew up and revealed the coral blue panties she has on. Those were pulled down though for the cold air to hit against her clitoris. Having her tense up a little, her brothers aren’t home and she knows those servants won’t do this, is it really-

“Nnnh!” A moan left her mouth when her clit was licked over, felt like wet sandpaper was being dragged over it. She knows that tongue anywhere from it touching her hand and cheek. “K-Kevine!” She gasped when he continued to lick her. “W-What- A-Ahh!”

“I was running low on energy, you don’t want that to happen to me, right?” Kevine asked her, his hungry mouth hovering over her to continue flicking his tongue. He wanted to know if that cute voice of hers would sound better moaning for him. Oh, it does. “What i-if the others-”

“They aren’t around.” He lets out a groan, is she going to really complain about this? No matter, he can take care of those complaints. He’s already satisfied hearing her moan his name. Akira felt him stop, moving away from her. She couldn’t react in time from him pulling her from under and flipping her on to her back. “Wait!” Akira tried to protest when her legs were lifted up, her back pressed to the floor as her legs rest near her leg. Though, they went to Kevine’s shoulders when he sat on her face.

“This is gonna kill my back later.” Akira thought when Kevine did this, she couldn’t say anything from having this big, round ass on her face. Cutting her oxygen, she doesn’t mind being smothered just a little heads up would’ve been fine. Her moans were muffled when he went back to shoving his tongue inside her, his long hair tickled her thighs. It practically covered what he’s doing to her.

Akira didn’t he say he could do this, even if she told him they can have a little fun later. He wouldn’t have listened and would coax her to do it now. He does have a way with words when it comes to this demon~

Gosh, it seems like this demon is gonna last that long. His tongue probably pleased her that much if she was gonna come that fast. Kevine lets out a low purr when Akira came, watching her juices come out and glisten over her clit. Licking that up with a delightful moan leaving his mouth. He soon got off her face to let her breathe, her face flushed as she was taking deep breaths. “Not bad,” He muttered when licking his lips.

“Y-Your...energy…” Akira tried to speak, her legs already fell on the ground as she used her elbows to push herself up. “I get energy by having sex.” He answered her, a smirk making its way to his face. “Speaking of that, your turn to lick my kitty~”

#akira is my oc #my story #kevine #kevine is not my oc #warn: smothering #smothering #warn: dubcon #maybe?#writing #finally out of writers block #nice way to start 2020

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rambling-at-midnight · 6 years ago

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False Image: Part 1

It is also posted on my AO3 and can be found HERE

Sam Winchester x reader

Background Destiel

Sam cringes when Dean sighs, loudly, as they wait for their supervisor to call them into his office. What had started out as a little prank war had somehow evolved into a station-wide fight that somehow also included the police in the building over, dogs, shaving cream, and an entire bathroom filled with bread.

So it had escalated a little bit. And he and Dean had started it, so they’re the ones in trouble, even though they’d had nothing to do with covering the dogs with shaving cream and letting them loose in the police station or buying all those loaves of bread and clogging the ladies’ toilets and sinks with them.

“Winchesters?” Bobby, their grumpy old supervisor, calls, sticking his head out of his office. He doesn’t sound like he’s in a good mood, but then again, he never sounds like he’s in a good mood. And he usually has a soft spot for him and Dean, seeing as how their dad had worked at the station too and Bobby’d practically adopted them after John started taking crazy long trips.

At least Rufus isn’t supervising today. They would have their asses handed to them on silver platters.

“Come on, Bobby, you know this isn’t our fault!” Dean says the moment the door shuts behind him.

“You started the pranks, and company policy—”

“Technically, Sam was the one who did the first prank,” Dean interrupts.

“Hey!”

“Don’t interrupt me, boy,” Bobby growls and Dean rolls his eyes. Sam shoves him with his shoulder and Dean retaliates.

Before the brothers end up wrestling on the floor (which happens more than Bobby, who claims responsibility for raising them, would like to admit) Bobby orders them to sit down.

Sam sits immediately, but Dean makes a production out of it as usual, as he always does. “It wasn’t even us who did the whole bread thing, that was Gabe the Crime Scene Investigator next door!”

“And ‘Detective’ Cas,” Sam adds. “Dean just doesn’t want to get his boyfriend in trouble. And guess how they got in in the first place?” He tilts his head to Dean and looks at Bobby, who rolls his eyes, but he can’t help but chuckle when Sam sticks his tongue in his cheek.

Dean blushes and ignores his little brother. He hadn’t even known Cas could be that devious. It had been a good move, though.

“I still don’t know how Gabe persuaded him to do that,” Sam adds thoughtfully. He yelps when Dean smacks his shoulder.

“You two have proven you can’t handle working together, so I’m separating you for the next two weeks.”

Sam frowns. He and Dean work in the same department and live together. Pretty much the only time they’re not together is when Dean’s on a date with Cas.

“Sam, you get regular shift, Dean, you get night shift. Long hours.”

Dean sits bolt upright. “Bobby—”

“You’ll survive not seeing your boyfriend for two weeks, Dean,” their surrogate father responds. “Don’t argue with me, boy.”

“It’s not fair,” Dean whines. “Sam’ll still get to see his girlfriend.”

Bobby’s eyes widen as Sam blushes and kicks his brother.

“It’s Y/N,” Dean says, grinning wickedly at Bobby’s shocked expression and Sam’s red face. “She’s our cute neighbor in apartment 67. Man, I wish she could have been on the other side of 68.”

“Dean, shut up,” Sam hisses.

“Look at this!” Dean crows. “He can run into fires with no fear, but the second I even mention his little crush he blushes like a schoolgirl. She’s not much better, either. If it wasn’t for me, they wouldn’t even talk to each other. They’re too shy.”

Sam pushes his brother out of the chair.

Bobby pushes them out of his office and leaves them to wrestle on the ground, much to the amusement of the passing Jo and Gordon, who’d just got back from actually helping a girl get her cat out of a tree.

Day three of no Dean, Sam thinks to himself while walking up the stairs to his apartment floor, bone tired from helping extinguish an electrical fire across town. It’s surprisingly peaceful without his brother, albeit boring. The most he’s ever seen his brother is that one time Dean was driving home and Sam was driving to the station and they waved at each other. Working 12-hour shifts can be exhausting. He can’t wait until the two weeks are over.

The thing that annoys Sam, though, is that Dean was right—without him pushing the two of you to talk to each other and him, the most you ever do is smile at Sam and mumble a quick hello if you ever catch each other in the halls. Sam isn’t sure if you’re just that shy or avoiding him. Knowing his track record with girls, probably both.

Cas is sitting at the kitchen table when Sam gets back. “Hello, Sam,” he says without turning around. Neither of the brothers know how he does it.

“Hey, Cas. What’re you doing here?” Sam replies, smothering a yawn with his hand.

“Dean hasn’t spoken to me in three days,” Cas says in that deep, slow Cas way of his. “Do you know if he is mad at me?”

It takes Sam’s head a few moments to catch up. “Oh! Oh, I thought Dean told Gabe to tell you—he probably forgot—but, uh, me and Dean got in trouble at work for that whole prank thing so he’s been working the graveyard shift and I’ve been working the day shift—anyways, Jo hid his phone somewhere in the station as punishment for the whole bread thing because, well, she can’t do it to you so she’ll do it to your boyfriend, because she’d gotten her period and Gabe told her it was you that had taken all the tampons out of the dispenser thing—”

“What?” Cas whirls around, blue eyes wide. “That wasn’t me! That was definitely Gabriel!”

Sam shrugs. “I don’t know why Jo trusted him, but yeah. Dean says she’ll give it back in three days if he hasn’t found it yet, but he’s determined to find it before then. I guess he’s been too tired from working all night that he hasn’t been able to call you. He’s fine, though.”

“I apologize,” Cas immediately says, standing up. “You are exhausted as well. I will try to contact Dean and help him find his phone. He still doesn’t know about Fluffy’s new veterinarian. Hopefully today will be a slow day of work. Goodbye, Sam.”

“Why’d Fluffy need a new vet?” Sam asks, amused. Cas’ bunny, it seems, needs to go to a different vet every other month. Cas hasn’t been able to find one he likes.

“He was refusing food,” Cas replies. “Goodbye.”

“Say hi to Ash for me!” Sam calls, but the door’s already closed. Hopefully Cas heard him anyway.

A little disappointed he didn’t get to see you, Sam plugs in his phone and hops into the shower. He can’t wait to get in bed.

Sam wakes up fifteen minutes before his alarm is supposed to go off. Two people are running around inside his apartment.

“Heya, Sammy!” Gabriel practically shouts upon seeing that he’s awake.

“Sorry, Sam!” someone else yells and Sam shoots upright. He’s never heard you shout before.

A fluffy orange monster jumps onto his bed and right off it before bolting over to the small kitchen. Sam can only watch with an open mouth as it jumps onto the counter and into an empty shelf, conveniently just above how far you and Gabe can reach.

“God damnit,” you swear, and Sam realizes that he finds that pretty hot. “I’m so sorry, Sam. This is all Gabe’s fault, I swear.”

Gabe just laughs and pulls a lollipop out of his pocket. “Y/N, I am offended.”

“I hate you,” you say out loud, though it’s unclear if you’re talking to your cat or the trickster. As it is, the cat soothes its ruffled fur and squeaks at you. It has really big eyes.

“I can get him,” Sam offers and throws the sheets off. “Um, if you don’t mind me asking, how did you guys get in here?”

“Well, I had knocked on her door and had a bunch of catnip in my pockets,” Gabe explains as Sam hesitantly reaches for the cat in his shelf. Unlike the abomination that had jumped on his bed, this cat just rubs its head against his hand and starts to purr. “He came out and started running around in the hall. I picked your lock and got him in here.”

“And why did you want that to happen?” Sam asks while lifting the cat out of the shelf. He is very aware that you are standing right next to him and don’t even come up to his shoulders. Your smile when he hands your cat to you makes his stomach flip.

Gabe shrugs. “It was fun to see Y/N running around.”

“You’re paying double the next time you come in,” you inform him and hug your cat, who meows in protest and tries to get out of your arms immediately. “Thank you so much, Sam.”

“I’m your favorite customer, sweetheart!” Gabe calls to your hastily retreating back.

“Please, Cas is so much politer!” you call back.

Sam can’t help but feel a small bit of jealousy at how easily you talk and joke with Gabe but can’t even look at Sam.

“Wow, Deano really wasn’t lying,” Gabe says, tossing the lollipop stick into the trash can. “You’ve got it really bad.”

“How—how do you know about that?” Sam asks, already blushing as he glances at the door. You’d closed it behind you. Hopefully you can’t hear what they’re saying, though the only way that would happen is if you were eavesdropping directly the behind the door.

“Dean was telling my baby bro about it so I decided to see if it was true.” Gabe shrugs.

Sam’s mouth shrugs open. “So that was all… you did that all on purpose?”

The other man winks. “You’re gonna be late for work, Sammy.”

Sam looks at the clock and curses when he sees he’s right. “Screw you, Gabriel!”

“You wish,” he replies. “See ya, Sammy!”

“And stop calling me ‘Sammy’!”

“That sounds…” Sam can’t help his grimace.

Cas just smiles at him. “Bobby already said he doesn’t mind. There haven’t been many fires for a few weeks, so there’s no need to worry. Please, Sam? I have the address for Fluffy’s vet, the office number, and the vet’s personal number just in case.” He hands Sam a piece of paper with that information on it, as well as Dean and Cas’ numbers (as if Sam needed any reminders) and some other random numbers Cas apparently thought Sam might need for his four-hour babysitting gig. Most of them are different pizza places’ numbers.

“Cas, what do you think is going to happen to Fluffy while you’re gone for four hours?” Sam asks, staring at the paper. “You leave him alone for longer while you’re working.”

“Luci watches him since he’s still on house arrest,” Cas answers, looking through his pockets. “I’ll have to figure out if someone would like to babysit him when his sentence is lifted. Can I have the paper back?”

Sam hands it back. “Couldn’t you just bring him to the station? There’s always officers there and everyone loves rabbits, right?”

Cas scribbles another number on the paper and hands it back to Sam. “That’s Luci’s number. And that is a good idea, Sam. I’ll have to ask Amara if that would be allowed.”

“What about Chuck?”

“Chuck’s on vacation right now.”

“Fine, go enjoy your romantic picnic at the station,” Sam finally agrees, even though there was no question that he would. “I still think putting up a picnic blanket in the vending machine room isn’t very romantic, but whatever.”

“I think visiting my boyfriend while he’s working because I haven’t seen him lately is very romantic,” Cas replies seriously.

“Huh. Well, you go, Casanova.” Sam wishes he could be as brave as Dean was when he’d finally asked Cas out. Look where it got them: they’ve been going steady for two years and the only fights they ever have are about throwing themselves in the line of fire while doing their jobs.

“My full name is Castiel, Sam. It is not Casanova.”

“Get out, Cas.”

“Goodbye, Sam.”

Sam turns to look at the deceptively cute-looking bunny Cas had left him with. Dean had gotten Cas Fluffy for, like, their third date or something and Cas had loved him ever since. He had brown eyes, grey fur, and one white ear.

This bunny costs Cas more than any other pet Sam has ever known just by having health problems and going to the vet because of ‘emergencies’ where most of the time he’s faking symptoms, and is a master escape artist. He bites everyone except Cas.

Sam and Dean hate him, which is one of the only things they can agree on.

It takes two hours for Fluffy’s first emergency to start. He’s choking and coughing a lot. “Goddamnit,” Sam mutters, pacing around his room while the demon bunny tries to kill himself. “Luci, pick up.” Sam calls three times and he doesn’t, so he finally has to look at the vet’s numbers that Cas gave him. When he calls the office, he’s told that the vet’s already gone home so, gathering up his pride, Sam dials the vet’s number to ask her to help save the life of a demon bunny trying to kill itself.

“Hello?”

Sam pauses and cocks his head. “Um, Y/N?”

“This is Y/N Y/L/N, yes,” you answer. “Who is—Sam?”

“Yeah.” Sam smiles (you’d remembered what he sounded like!) but the renewed sounds of choking behind him wipe it off his face. “Sorry, Cas Novak gave me your number because he said you were his bunny’s vet but—”

A series of knocks sound at the door. When Sam opens up, you’re standing there in your scrubs and carrying a bag with your phone to your ear.

“Um, hi,” you say. Sam hears it through the phone too.

“Hi,” he responds and stares at you.

“So, um, Fluffy?”

“Oh, yeah!” Sam steps back and rubs the back of his neck. “So I guess you are his vet after all.”

You laugh softly. “Yeah.”

To Sam’s awe, you reach inside Fluffy’s cage and pick him up without him even trying to get away, which might have something to do with how he’s choking, but it’s still impressive.

“You little bastard,” you mutter, crooking a finger and putting it in his mouth.

Sam laughs. “I never imagined you cursing so much.”

“I’m polite, Sam,” you reply without looking back at him. “I don’t do it in front of the owners, but I bet you won’t tell on me. And I don’t really curse at people I barely know.”

“You barely even look at people you don’t know,” Sam mutters to himself but he thinks you hear him; you stiffen a little bit.

“Can you hand me his water bottle?” you ask, your voice definitely a little sharper than it had been just seconds earlier. Sam scrambles for the weird upside-down dispenser thing he’d never really understood and places it in your hand. You tip a few drops of water into the rabbit’s mouth and rubs his throat. He stops choking, leaving the apartment so quiet Sam’s ears ring.

“Oh, you’re bad,” you coo, holding him up. “I don’t know if you were faking it or really choking, but you are bad. I’ll text it all to Cas, but I would take away his food for the time being and put the water back in. From now on I’d recommend smaller bits of food, because Fluffy can’t seem to handle anything big.”

“Thanks, Y/N.” Sam smiles big at you after you put Fluffy back in his cage and you immediately redden. “If he’d died when I was babysitting him, Cas would’ve killed me.”

You pick your bag up off the floor. “It’s really no problem. I like seeing Fluffy a few times each month. He’s sweet if you’re a girl, or Cas.”

“And me and my brother aren’t either of those things,” Sam realizes. “Which would be why he hates us.”

You nod and poke your fingers through the mesh of the demon bunny’s cage to scratch at his fur. “Well, knock on my door if you need anything else, all right?”

Sam nods and escorts you out of the apartment. In the doorway, you hesitate.

“Hey, why are you babysitting Cas’s bunny? I thought his brother Luci normally did that.”

“Well, Luci told Cas that he didn’t want to deal with the little demon tonight so Cas brought him to me since him and Dean are going on a ‘date’ in the vending machine room of the fire station.” Sam rolls his eyes.

You brighten visibly. “Your brother Dean is Dean Winchester? What a small world!”

“How—”

“Cas is pretty talkative,” you shrug. “And we got to know each other more every time he brings Fluffy in. Let’s just say I didn’t think someone could talk about green eyes so much.”

Sam makes a face.

After hearing that you’d already heard about him, Dean goes out of his way to talk to you so much that you feel comfortable enough to say hi to both brothers by the end of the week. Now Sam’s a bit jealous his brother got the graveyard shift, because he can say hi to Y/N whenever he’s going to work or coming home.

“I swear, Sammy, I’m gonna get you two together soon,” Dean says loudly as the brothers and Cas walk through the park. The station is closed today because of a holiday. If any fires start, they’ll all get alerts on their phones.

“Shut up,” Sam hisses, glancing around with paranoia as if people will be able to figure out what he’s talking about immediately. More importantly, he’s making sure you’re not around.

“No, I’m serious, you two are perfect for each other. She’s always carrying books when I see her, and once she was wearing a Harry Potter shirt!”

“I read Harry Potter,” Cas says, swinging his and Dean’s entwined hands like a pendulum. “I think Dean is a Gryffindor. Sam is a Ravenclaw. I think I am a Hufflepuff. Maybe—”

“Yeah, but you’re not obsessed with it like Sam is. He’d probably want Y/N to wear that shirt while they’re having sex, he’s that into Harry Potter.”

Cas squints.

“Look, I just think it’s a good series!” Sam exclaims. “And that’s nothing compared to the cowboy hats I found hidden underneath your bed, Dean. You can’t really talk.”

That shuts Dean up for a while, but the comparison must explain it all to Cas, because he gives an exaggerated nod.

As the trio strolls downtown, nearly everyone says hi to them. It’s that sort of town where everyone knows everyone, and everyone especially knows them.

In the supermarket’s parking lot, Jody and Bobby are talking while Jo and Ellen argue a few feet to the side. Sam sees them and nudges Dean with his shoulder, nodding in their direction with his chin.

“Jody, Bobby, Ellen, Jo!” the elder Winchester yells, waving frantically at them with the hand Cas isn’t holding.

All the adults’ faces brighten. Dean has that effect on people.

“It’s my three least favorite idjits,” Bobby grumbles when they’re in earshot, but he’s the first to hug Dean, Sam, and Cas, in that order.

“Hey, loser,” Jo says, breaking away from Ellen and punching Dean playfully in the arm.

“Hey yourself,” Dean replies to their almost-sister. “You and Mo—Ellen still arguing, then?”

“She still wants me to be a lawyer. I’m happy with my job. For now, at least. How you doing, Cas?” She switches her attention to her favorite out of all of them, though she’ll never admit it, and Sam and Dean shrug at each other.

Dean moves in to hug Ellen and then Jody as Sam and Bobby talk quietly. “My two favorite ladies!”

Ellen rolls her eyes. “Your sweet-talk won’t work on me, boy. Bobby was telling me all about your mischief at work. What do I always say?”

“‘Don’t get caught’,” Dean repeats her mantra, rolling his eyes. “Where’re the kids, Jody?”

“Claire and Owen wanted to hang out with their Aunt Donna. God knows they’ll have at least fifteen more toys and clothes by the time I get home,” Jody replies. “Hey, did you know Sean and I are thinking of getting one more?”

“Really?” Ellen turns to Jody. “That’s the first I’ve heard of this.”

“It turns out Claire has a friend named Alex whose grandma died when she was about six. We haven’t met her yet, but Sean already seems sold.”

Dean drifts away from the two moms, who don’t even seem to notice him leaving, and back to Cas, who takes his hand immediately.

“—but I bet there will be at least a minor one today, considering all the bonfires and grilling,” Sam’s saying to Bobby, who’s nodding. Jo shakes her head and crosses her arms.

“What are they talking about?” Dean whispers to Cas.

“Sam thinks we will get a text,” Cas whispers back. “Jo thinks we won’t.”

“Five bucks, Jo?” Dean offers.

“You’re on, Winchester,” Jo grins after checking her wallet. “You’ll have to put it on my tab, though. I’m not packing cash.”

Dean groans. “You’ve already got twenty on the tab! I’m never gonna get my money, am I?”

“You will!”

“I won’t!”

“You will!”

A familiar form exits the supermarket and heads in the opposite direction of the shouting siblings. Cas tugs away from Dean, who doesn’t notice as he’s now competing with Jo as to who can be louder. “Y/N?”

You turn around at the sound of your name and smile when you see Cas. “Cas! I should have known the shouting was Dean. What are you doing here?”

“I was walking with Dean and Sam when we saw Jo, Ellen, Bobby, and Jody,” Cas responds, following after you as you try to listen and walk to your car at the same time.

“Wow, you really do know everyone, don’t you?”

“Some people we know better than others,” Cas responds, which isn’t really an answer to the question you asked, but you’ll let it slide. Cas is like that. “We help people. And people get into trouble a lot.”

“Tell me about it,” you puff, struggling with unlocking your car and holding the grocery bags at the same time. When Cas takes the bags from you, you grin at him. “Thanks.”

“W-would you like to come meet them?” Cas offers hesitantly. “Our family really is quite nice.”

You look over at the group. Jody and Ellen are talking normally, Sam and Bobby look to be discussing something serious, and Dean has hoisted Jo up and is carrying her like a sack of flour. It must be a normal occurrence if all the adults are ignoring the two.

You check your watch and grimace. The time’s not a problem, but it is an excuse. You’d feel too much like an outsider if you went over, you know already, and what would you even talk about? “Sorry, Cas, I really am, but I’m on my break right now and I’ve got to get back. Everything’s just been so hectic lately what with the move and all—”

“You’re moving?”

You nod and take your bags back from him. “Yeah, hopefully. I want to be closer to my work so I won’t have to drive as much every day. Plus, Crookshanks would probably like a larger house and what with his recent escape, Mr. Azazel’s patience with us is pretty thin. I’m getting the paperwork finalized next week, and the actual move is in two weeks.”

“Won’t you miss Sam and Dean?”

You avoid his eyes as you shut the door on your now-full backseat. “Well, I guess, but really, we aren’t that close and if you ever really want to see me, you could find me. It’s not a large town, and you already know where I work. You could just bring Fluffy in,” you joke and open the driver’s door. “Hey, can you do me a favor?”

Cas nods.

“Could you tell anyone you know that has a dog about the clinic’s new training program, if it’s not too much to ask?” You smile. “I’ll be working there when I’m not needed but we need dogs to attend.”

“Are bunnies invited?”

You laugh, but Cas was serious. “Again, it would be great if you could, Cas, but no pressure. I’m hoping the people here have some cute dogs. I love dogs.”

“But you have a cat.”

You shrug. “In my space, it was all I could do. Besides, I’m so busy that a cat was the best option, but I’m hoping to get a puppy soon that can hang out at the training center while I’m working or maybe work as a volunteer at the hospital. I was talking to a woman named Hannah who works as a nurse about it a while ago.”

“Hannah is my sister. She told me about you.”

“Wow! It really is a small town, I guess.” You get in your car. “I’ll see you later, Cas. It was nice talking to you!”

You pull out before Sam gets to Cas. “Hey, was that Y/N?”

Cas nods. “Yes. She was on her break. She says she’s moving soon.”

Sam frowns and shuffles his feet. “R-really?” He huffs.

“Well, I wouldn’t lie about that,” Cas replies. “She says she wants to be closer to her work. You should get a dog.”

Sam cocks his head at the abrupt subject change. “What?”

“Well, Y/N says that her clinic is opening a training center for dogs and that she’ll be working in both the clinic and center. Since you want to see her so badly, you could get a dog and have her be the vet and trainer.”

“I—really? I mean, I don’t want her to—I don’t—”

“Sam, you are very bad at hiding your feelings. So is Y/N.”

“There are no—”

“Dean, your brother is in love!” Cas yells, then starts sprinting for his boyfriend. Dean stops pretending to drop Jo and sets her on her feet, sees Sam chasing Cas, and starts to sprint too.

“Idjits,” Bobby mutters.

“In love?” Jody yells.

“Cas, Dean, if you say a word I will kill you!” Sam bellows, gaining steadily on his brother and his brother’s boyfriend with his longer legs.

“With our hot neighbor—” is how far Dean gets before a burst of speed helps Sam take a flying leap at his brother. They fall into a bush and Cas takes the badge out of his pocket.

“This is Detective Novak, may I ask what is going on here?” he asks, to his own amusement. The brothers hardly hear him over their own fighting, but he doesn’t mind. Cas’ humor is strange and rarely amuses anyone but himself.

“Well, it’s about time,” Ellen mutters to Bobby. “Look at our boy, all grown up. He’s got his first crush—”

“And yet he’s still enough of an idjit to tackle his brother and wrestle with him in front of the supermarket,” Bobby grumbles back. “All right, you two! Stop! Save it for the bedroom!”

“Gross!” Everyone else complains (except Cas), but it gets Sam and Dean to stop.

“Hey, Dean?” Cas asks, squinting as he looks at his ruffled boyfriend.

“Yeah?”

“You and Sam should get a dog.”

Jo spends the rest of the next day gloating about how she only owes Dean fifteen dollars now, and that the number’s sure to drop until Dean starts owing her too.

Dean finds his phone. It was in one of the dispensers in the women’s room. Gabe had been the one who had hinted at ‘poetic justice’ and he’d put two and two together.

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BTS as Hybrids

Hey guys! So the last two parts of Soft Yoongi are coming out soon, as well as the next part to Confessing to Jin, and the Insecurities Series. I’ll make a text series for these too, as well as some one-shots and multi-shots. Wounded Soldiers will be out Monday of next week at 6:30 P.M. PST! I will be making a WIPs page, because I need a schedule to keep myself on track, and to not procrastinate. This is also just my opinion of them as hybrids, which they will each have one-shots of, and multi-shot stories where they do not all live as a pack (so there can be some specific xreader works). Please send in some requests! I am also still deciding whether or not I will do full NSFW on this blog, or keep it on my shared blog @imamasterbabywithyourbra

Kim Seokjin - Blue Jay

Constantly singing, and always flitting around like a mother bird (pun intended), Jin cooked, cleaned, and even had time to preen himself. Movie nights were his favorite as he would bundle all of you up together in blankets, and make sure the “nest” was comfortable, and he constantly added more colors to the pile of blankets (you were going to have to buy more at some point). Jin is very keen, and is always watching the younger hybrids to make sure they don’t destroy anything (though they always do, the little tricksters) and he is always getting annoyed with them, causing the feathers in his hair to fluff up with a loud squawking leaving his throat. He enjoys playing with your hair, running his fingers through it and marveling at how silky it is with no feathers to break it up, and he likes to put beads, shells and other things he has found that he thinks are pretty in your hair. Jin also has little feathers on his body, looking more like spots that anything else, and they are located on the backs of his upper arms, and the ridge of his spine, which happens to be a very sensitive spot for him (no one can touch him there, except maybe you because you know how to be careful).

Min Yoongi - Black Cougar/Mountain Lion

Always making a nest in the sunniest areas of the house, and napping there, Yoongi gets extremely annoyed when you bother him in any way (even though he bothers all of you by going stir-crazy at the most ungodly time of night and chasing invisible things around the house). He will slit one eye open and growl at everyone, only moving to allow you to sit with him (only if you pet him of course, otherwise, get the fuck away from him). Watch out when this boy has catnip, he gets extremely lovey, and Namjoon has to hide, as Yoongi wants to cuddle with his “Giant Wolf Toy” for warmth, (send help, Namjoon is still terrified of this version of Yoongi). Yoongi loves to scent-mark you, rubbing himself all over you when you sit on the couch with him, and he glares at the others if they touch you. He LOVES cream, and you have to hide it when you buy it (Jin likes to cook with it, and you don’t want the squawking to start again). Constantly curls his body around yours, choosing to sleep in your bed at night (sneaking in) and purring that deep rumbling purr of his, tail wrapped tightly around your middle. When you pet him, his tail will curl around your arm, and he will angle his ears for you to scratch them, more often than not falling asleep on you.

Kim Namjoon - Dire Wolf

The Alpha Male of your little pack, and he shows it in how he nips at the younger members and can still control Jin and Yoongi, who are older than him. He prefers to sit alone and read, but somewhere where he can keep an eye on all of you, and make sure you are safe. His white ears and eyes are always on alert, his fluffy tail allowing you to see what he felt during times when you were in danger or in trouble. Namjoon prefers to be the one who holds you at any time, growling back at Yoongi and making him leave you so he can get some cuddles (though this is mostly due to you being like an Omega, and he has to protect you). He loves pets, yet he can be shy about getting them, and if you lose focus on him, he will nip you to get you back. Has no problem with pulling the others from what they are doing if you are hurt or sad. Extremely possessive, gets angry when he does the nightly rounds and finds Yoongi snuggled up with you, or one of the others sleeping in your bed (he says it’s because it’s inappropriate, though it might be because he wants you as his).

Jung Hoseok - Okapi

Though generally deemed shy creatures, Hoseok is a very happy and energetic Okapi. He is shy in the first few weeks of knowing him, but he warms up to you quickly and becomes his normal sunshiny self. Hoseok loves to cuddle with you, wrapping his arms and legs around you and nuzzling his head into your neck, making his ears tickle your chin. He loved to dance, always showing off his long legs, and teasing you for gaping at the abs that he had acquired (what does he expect, his animal counterpart is somewhat chubby). The white stripes that banded his arms and legs always fascinated you; they looked like scars, but they were the faded remnants of Okapi DNA in his system (it was rare to get a pattern on your body, mostly you just get ears and a tail). He liked to hide them, so that other hybrids wouldn’t find him too different, and the boys reassured him often that no matter what others said, he always had a place with them.

Kim Taehyung - Golden Husky

This hyperactive puppy is always begging for attention, whining and yipping when you put your attention to one of the others. You couldn’t resist his big eyes and perky ears, and gave in to every one of his whims (much to Namjoon’s displeasure). If you ignored him, on one of the many days that he had annoyed or angered you in some way, he would sit and look out of a window at the top of the house, looking depressed and letting out whimpers every now and then (until you couldn’t take it and hugged the fluffy boy, to which his tail would thump against your leg with his happiness). Taehyung’s tail was a weapon, whenever he wagged it, you had to watch out for him knocking things over with it (he gets excited a lot), and watch out for yourself as it hurt when his tail would hit you. He loves to climb onto your lap and snuggle, just to get Yoongi or Namjoon riled up, and then run for his life when chased by two very miffed hybrids. He and Jungkook have to be separated, their pranks are just too much sometimes, and their deaths are imminent (judging by the look in Yoongi’s eyes).

Park Jimin - Akita

Fluffy boy! When he wags his tail, you can hear it thump on the sofa, and the little puppy grin he gives you makes your heart melt. Jimin is very shy, but can be very mean if needed (when your boyfriend broke up with you, he had a hard time walking for a few months). He seems submissive but has a very dominant personality when it comes to your protection or happiness. LOVES pets and belly rubs, this boy will lay on your lap and beg, even going so far as to lick your chin if you don’t comply. Jimin is normally the one who takes the brunt of the pranks by Jungkook and Taehyung, though he gets them back just as well (the Scare of November and the Chicken Incident). Even if he is dominant, as soon as Yoongi or Namjoon growls, he will leave your lap with a whimper and a hurt look, normally making you scold the two and patting your lap for him to come back.

Jeon Jungkook - Fennec Fox

This trickster loves to mess with his hyungs, and you, especially when he can hide your bras and clothing from you. His ears are either always up or down, and his tail likes to tickle the back of your leg when you walk past (and a smug grin is on his face when you yelp). Jungkook often fights Namjoon for the Alpha position, but ends up backing down as soon as Namjoon bares his teeth, submitting and going back to his place. Despite his counterpart being very skinny and small, Jungkook is not, he constantly works out and builds up his muscles so he can protect you. You are the only one he allows to touch his ears, as they are extremely sensitive and only you can rub them how he likes. The pranks he pull often piss you off, though once he snuggles up to you and sniffles, you forgive him. (It’s funny watching him try to cuddle Yoongi when you refuse, as the cat swipes at him and hisses).

A/N: I will also be drawing them as these hybrids, so watch for that as well. If there is anyone that can convert my drawings to digital, that would be appreciated! Or any drawings that y’all do I would love as well!

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