#and I didn't think I'd get another gray cat

[ryuichifoxe]

Say hello to Kipper! ;u; We just brought her home today.

[mr-crawlings-wife]

Cat in the Rabbit Hole~

Prologue-1

Next part, Masterlist.

Warnings: Arson, ooc

There was a fire. A flame so bright and blue, it was all consuming.

All around me, I was surrounded. Woken up from my sleep. Disturbed and attacked.

It was hard to breathe. I tried moving away. Until I couldn't.

I was locked in some sort of box. The fire illuminating the darkness inside.

Coughing violently, I clutched my chest as smoke entered my body. Making it harder to breathe the more time flowed.

What- Is this...my execution?

....

Seems like Master Jinshi didn't honor my request.

How unfortunate. To be burned...

I tried flipping the pages of my memory. Even as the fire encapsulated the entirety of the front of my coffin.

Nothing.

How come I have no recollection of what I had done? All i remembered was walking towards father's house after picking herbs and on the way...there was a horse's loud gallop behind me...

I was about to accept my fate when the edges of my sleeves began to burn and the flames touched my skin and I was jolted out of my thoughts. I immediately patted it out.

It then occurred to me, that I was standing.

Since the coffin is upright and the lid is burning, maybe I can get out if I push-

The lid flew off.

And what greeted me was a... strange looking creature. It had gray fur, ears that had blue flames coming out of them, a forked tail and the most odd detail, it was standing on its hind legs and talking.

"Now to grab the goods..-What?! You ain't supposed to be awake!" The...cat shouted? It surprised me how... expressive it's face was.

This must've been the one that almost set me on fire..What the hell..

Immediately shoving past it, I made a run for it.

"HEY! WAIT- GIVE ME YOUR CLOTHES HUMAN! YOU AiN'T GIVEN ME YOUR CLOTHES-!" I could hear the padding of it's paws beating heavily on the ground. It was following me! I need to get out of here!!

As I turned over the corner, the vase I had just passed by got encased in flames.

"HEY GET BACK HERE YOU-"

"STOP FOLLOWING ME-!" I was too disoriented to focus on his words. My body was moving on its own accord. My legs carrying me anywhere. Somewhere. Nowhere.

I began to run in a zig zag pattern.

I ran through classrooms, courtyards, hallways. Every place shrouded in darkness. Making it harder for me to see as I seldom tripped on the edge of many somethings.

"YOU BETTER STOP NOW BEFORE I TURN YOU TO TOAST, HUMAN! I WAS BEING KIND BUT NOT ANYMORE!"

It was starting to get breezy as I had come to realize that this creature was quite bad at aiming. My panic lessening as I could feel myself formulating a plan.

That was until I ran into a library. My face slamming into the hard cover of an old dusty book.

What was it doing mid air?

I fell on my butt and right then, the creature arrived. Blocking my only escape as I'd come to realize that this was a dead end.

Just my luck.

"Heh! You're so stupid! Foolish human! Did you really think you could slip away from ME? The GREAT Grim?? Myahhahha!"

I looked over my shoulder at the howling creature as it puffed its chest out in moment of self gloating.

I huffed and puffed, sucking in air desperately. Too breathless to speak. As a slight wetness touched my top lip. Blood..

So Grim huh...

This feels like a dream.. but hurts like reality.

I watched as it continued to blabber on about its greatness. Glancing down, I took notice that 'it' was a he.

He seemed to notice.

"WHAT are you looking at? HUH??" He sounded embarrassed. "Now unless you want to be burnt to a crisp, take that off-“ why does he want me to strip....

Am I....did I accidentally ingest a red cap?

My heart was beating in my throat, making me nauseous.

He seemed pissed off by my lack of response.

As he was about to throw another fireball, I finally was able to calm my breathing.

"What- why are you doing this?“

He seemed enraged at my question. "why am I doing this?? Have I not made myself CRYSTAL CLEAR yet?? How many times have I told you that I want your clothes?? God humans are such dimwits!“ he had his paws on his..hips? As he yelled, frustrated by me.

So that's all he wanted? Just my clothes?

I looked down at my body and was surprised to see myself adorned in different clothes than my usual aoqun hanfu. This robe with it's dark violet base and gold threading was luxurious. Silk perhaps? But it felt cheaper than the kind Lady Gyokuyou adorned herself with. Still seemed like it'd sell for a pretty penny. Would they execute a commoner dressed like this?

It occurred to me that I had clothes underneath too.

Well then I guess this robe isn't needed anymore.

I took it off. Sliding it off my shoulders as Grim cheered and extended his paw out. "Give it up! Myash! Finally! What was the point of all this chasing??“

I was still wearing my hanfu under it. I felt glad. At least I don't have to escape through whatever this place is half naked.

I handed it to him. Desperate to get him off my metaphorical tail.

He took it and grinned widely.

Huh....the thing looked... almost sweet.

"Hahaha! Thanks!" He quickly adorned it. Frowning when it didn't fit him. The hood too big, hiding his entire face and the waist dragging against the floor. I didn't pay much mind as I stood and began to look around. Swiping at the slow flowing blood trickling out of my nose.

"Damnit! It doesn't fit me at all!" He stomped his foot a few times on the tiles before lighting up and raising a finger in the air. As if an idea had struck him. How comical.

At this point I'd walked past him and towards the door.

I watched as he burned off the edges until the trim was just at his feet and the hood just above his nose. He cheered, and then rushed past me. Down the hallway he went, the same one he had chased me through. "See ya later dimwit!“

I sighed.

What am I to do now? Where is this place? It's definitely not the rear palace or the outer court.

I touched a floating book. Moving it away from my face.

The architecture was very western. Like the land of those foreign envoys..

Whatever... Let's find an exit first.

As I turned around-

I bumped into someone.

"My, are you the lost student?" The person was adorning a beak like mask, his primary colours being violet, black and gold. His cane even had a gold bird on it. His attire was a weird clash between ravens, mirrors and keys.

"Yes sir?“ I was unsure of what honorifics to use with him.

Gold... he's rich.

To summarise, he looked a bit gaudy.

"well your lack of robes suggests otherwise..." He stroked his chin with his clawed- WAIT! Those finger coverings! Those are only permissible for matriarchs and ladies of the highest standing! Then...is he a...woman? But his heavy baritone suggests otherwise...

An eunuch maybe? But they're not allowed to wear those- "WHA- GREAT SEVENS!"

He seemed to have taken notice of the burnt scraps Grim had left. Rushing over, he knelt on the ashes and brought the scraps up to his face. Letting his tears soak into them. "GREAT SEVENS! TO HAVE THE PRECIOUS CEREMONIAL ROBES OF OUR ESTEEMED ACADEMIA BE DISRESPECTED LIKE THIS! HOW BLASPHEMOUS!....*SOB*....HOW COULD THEY??“

I'm dead now for sure...

"YOU!“ He lifted his tearful gaze at me, morphing into a glare.

I immediately dropped to my knees on floor and planted my forehead on the tiles. Mustering the most innocent sounding tone I could, "A monster in gray desired said robe sir...I had no choice but to hand it over...I was not in a position to bargain...those scraps are the results of its attempt at resizing. I apologize for being unable to stop it."

"My oh my! Child stand! No need to bow!“ there was clear mirth in his tone.

As I sat up again, I noticed that he had a look of delighted surprise on his features. Maybe he wasn't of high standing after all if he didn't receive bows often.......

"Anywho!" He stood up and with the snap of a finger, the ashes sticking to his knees and on the floor disappeared.

Yep...magic..

"That confirms your identity as a student! Let us be on your way! We must make haste!“ he rushed off down the hall before I could respond.

Guess I have no choice....

I followed after him.

[scarletcomalies]

bundle of luck

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

A/N: Oh how I wish I could take with me every single cat I see :(

Word count: 2,626

Warnings: None, just fluff for a change!

After another lovely date with Natasha, you find a stray cat resting peacefully on the porch of your house.

The scent of Natasha's perfume wafted into your nostrils as soon as she placed her signature black jacket over your shoulders, giving you a light squeeze as a small display of affection.

You always swore there was no way the burning sun would eventually fade away and be replaced by gray clouds in a matter of a few hours, but by now you should have learned that such a thing was possible, for this was another occasion where you didn't bring your own jacket, and consequently, Natasha was lending you hers.

While such an action caused you to melt right there and then, completely touched by her charm and attentiveness, it was also true that it made you feel a pang of guilt. The last thing you wanted was to be a bother when these past five months she had been anything but a total dream of a woman for you.

The first time, you completely refused and she, between giggles stated that a 11°C weather was like hot summerfor a tough Russian woman such as herself. So the next three times you just thanked her and rewarded her in one way or another, like giving her a cold beer after dropping you off at your place, a drink you started buying just to have an excuse to invite her inside.

This day was no exception, of course. After she lent you her jacket and gave you a pleasant ride on her motorcycle to drop you off safe and sound, you said to her, "Would you like a beer? As a gesture of thanks for the jacket and the ride... and another wonderful date, of course," although at this point, both of you knew perfectly well that this was more than a thank you gesture.

"You know I'd never turn down a beer, moya lyubov," she replied, but what the redhead meant was 'you know I'd never turn down spending at least a few more minutes with you’. She never said it directly, however, something inside you always knew how to read between the lines. Maybe that's why your relationship with her lasted so many years later, but that’s another story to tell, now we're talking about the beginning.

"Come inside, then," you smiled at her.

"Oh, my goodness!" She exclaimed, her face lighting up even more and her smile expanding from ear to ear. She had her attention set to a fixed point behind you, and when you turned to see what was the cause of it, it didn't take you a second to mirror the action of the older woman.

A cat that looked perhaps a year old, whose color was an elegant beautiful black, was sleeping peacefully on the top tier of the porch of your house. The way it was curled up in a ball did not allow you to observe if there was a collar around its neck or not.

"I think it's best if we leave, let's not disturb them," Natasha whispered, and you couldn't help but let out a laugh at her suggestion.

She remained serious.

"Oh, you're telling me not to enter my own house so I don't disturb this unknown cat?" You teased, a playful grin forming on your lips as you glanced at Natasha.

“Uhm, yes,” she snorted, as if what you asked was the most obvious thing in the world.

You couldn't complain, you always felt a sort of twist in your stomach every time your outings with Natasha came to an end and it was time to say goodbye, so you happily agreed to put your helmet back on and go wherever she wanted.

You were both getting on the motorcycle, when in the corner of your eye you noticed a small shadow moving. The cat was stretching after waking up from that peaceful nap.

"Change of plans," the redhead laughed, and removed her helmet, then got off her motorcycle.

With the most cautious steps possible, she walked in the direction of the little cat, which had its green eyes already open as it preened its right paw.

After sensing the presence of a stranger, any other cat would have gotten up and run away in a matter of seconds. However, this cat simply looked up and walked towards Natasha, sniffing her outstretched hand and then rubbing against her as if she were its lifelong owner.

"Awww, hey there, little one," she murmured in a gentle tone, as she kneeled. The cat, displaying a never-seen-before trust, allowed Natasha to scratch it behind its ears.

You couldn’t stop smiling as you watched this ‘tough Russian woman’ interact so tenderly with the cat.

As Natasha continued to pet the black cat, she commented, "You're quite the charmer, aren't you?"

You approached her and kneeled down beside her, extending your hand towards the cat. It smelled you briefly and subsequently rubbed its head against your hand, just like it did with the redhead.

It purred softly, as if to express its gratitude for the warmth and kindness you and Natasha were showing towards it.

“Oh my, what a precious little thing!” You exclaimed, as you pouted, feeling your heart melt with tenderness.

You had cats most of your life, but that changed when you moved to this new city nine months ago. The last cat you had in your previous home stayed temporarily with your best friend Kate, and her golden retriever Lucky had become your cat's best friend in no time.

As soon as you stabilized, you brought him back to your side, and you noticed that he stopped eating, and constantly meowed in desperation whenever he heard Kate's voice or Lucky’s barks on the phone. So you decided to do the most generous act of love for your dearest companion, and respected his wishes to stay with Kate and Lucky the dog.

You were a firm believer that cats chose their owners, and the fact that this unknown black cat came into your home, and above all, was so affectionate towards you and Natasha, was a sign that there was a reason why it had come into your life.

"Do you think they have an owner?" you asked, feeling your heart melt as you caressed each one of its cheeks with your thumbs. It had its eyes closed, and you could swear it was almost smiling, a sign that your affection was deeply appreciated.

Natasha carefully examined the cat's neck, and her fingers confirmed what you suspected, there was no collar. "Doesn't look like it," she replied, her gaze still fixed on the cat. “We should adopt them,” she added, as if she has this power of reading your thoughts.

You often wondered if she was really able to read your thoughts, for she had an amazing pulse to tell you what you were thinking. She, likewise, also believed that you possessed that ability, and you loved that smile she would display every time she let you know that you said just what she was thinking.

Many factors made it indisputable that you had found your person, and you felt it when you observed how lovingly she was treating this little cat. She loved animals, what more could you ask for?

"Nat, there is nothing I want more than to do this with you," you declared. As your relationship with her progressed, you lost count of how many times you answered her with that same sentence.

"So what are we going to do, share custody like we're a divorced couple?" Natasha laughed, and it automatically rubbed off on you, making you laugh along with her.

"Yes, we can have a custody agreement," you teased, pretending to mull it over. "You get weekends and Christmas, and I'll have weekdays and New Year."

Natasha raised an eyebrow, feigning seriousness. "Hmm, I don't know if I can handle only seeing our little furball on weekends! We’ll discuss that in court!"

You chuckled, shaking your head, “No, but seriously, you get one week and every Friday we drop the child off at each other’s house. How about that?” You proposed.

Natasha grinned, leaning in to give you a quick kiss on the lips, "Sounds like a plan,” she paused. “Oh, I’m not supposed to kiss you! We’re divorcing!” She joked.

"Right, right,” you nodded in agreement. Even though you were trying so hard to play serious, you couldn’t stop smiling. “Divorce proceedings concluded. Now, how about we go to the vet for a quick check-up?

Natasha grinned and nodded. "Absolutely, it's time for some serious co-parenting."

Very gently, the redhead took the cat in her arms, to which the two of you gave multiple caresses during your 'custody discussion'. You, on the other hand, entered your house to quickly grab your car keys and opened your garage, making way for your girlfriend to enter with your new companion.

As you approached your car, you unlocked the doors, opening the passenger one for Natasha to get into the vehicle with the cat securely in her arms.

The car ride was better than expected, the cat appeared anxious but Natasha made sure to reach in to comfort and stroke it, so there wasn’t any sort of inconvenience beyond its occasional meowing.

Once there, you and Natasha were told to wait around fifteen minutes for the vet to be available. When your turn came, a kind and gentle soul, greeted you all with a warm smile, taking the little one carefully and then instructing you to wait outside.

After half an hour or so, the veterinarian returned with the cat, who appeared to have shinier hair and had a red bandana around its neck, indicating that it had received a bath.

"Wow, poor thing, didn't cause a lot of trouble?" Natasha asked, as she took the cat back into her arms and briefly sniffed its fur, making you giggle.

"She's very well-behaved," the veterinarian replied.

"She?" The redhead and you said in unison.

"That's right, she's a female," she confirmed.

"Detka, do you have any idea how rare female black cats are? There's always a higher chance it's male!" Natasha turned to you, her green eyes taking on an immediate gleam as she looked back down at the cat in her arms.

“It seems like we have a very special lady with us now,” you commented, caressing the cat’s chin. “Our lucky charm.”

Natasha nodded in agreement, and turned her attention back to the vet, “And how is her health?”

"She appears to be in good health overall," she began. "I gave her a bath treatment to get rid of fleas, and applied an anti-flea pipette, which should be applied every month," she continued, to which both of you were paying cautious attention. “She had also had internal parasites, and she's quite malnourished. But the good news is that these issues can be treated. We'll start with a deworming medication to address the parasites. Additionally, I'll provide you with dietary recommendations to help her regain her strength. She's also due for some vaccinations to keep her protected."

After expressing your gratitude to the veterinarian and making an appointment for the next checkup in two weeks, you and Natasha split the bill evenly, each covering your share of the expenses.

The next step was to head to the nearest pet store, in order to provide everything your new cat would need in both of her new homes. You picked out two litter boxes, one for each home, making sure they were spacious and easy to clean. For food and water, you selected two sets of bowls, and made sure to stock up on the special recovery food the vet had prescribed… of course you couldn’t resist grabbing several treats and toys to keep her entertained and spoiled.

As you pushed the shopping cart filled with items, you smiled widely when you spotted the heartwarming scene through the car window. There, in the passenger seat, Natasha sat patiently with the cat nestled comfortably on her lap, peacefully asleep.

The bond between Natasha and the cat was something that you knew would grow stronger with every passing day, and it was evident that this adorable addition to your lives had found a special place in Natasha's heart.

Once you returned home, you wasted no time in setting up the new living space. The litter box was strategically placed, and the bowls were filled with cat tuna and fresh water respectively. The scent of the food immediately drew the attention of your new little friend, for she eagerly approached the bowl, and devoured her meal in a matter of seconds.

Fortunately, the prescribed deworming pill, carefully hidden in the food, went unnoticed as she happily ate. Natasha and you exchanged smiles, relieved to see her enjoying her first proper meal in her new home.

“While I was in the car waiting for you, I was thinking about some names,” Natasha said, sitting cross legged on the floor as she simply observed in awe how the black cat enjoyed the food she was provided.

You turned to her, "What names did you come up with?" You asked, as you imitated her action of sitting cross legged on the floor.

"I remembered a creature in Slavic mythology named Liho, and I think it suits her, what do you think?” Natasha proposed.

You repeated the name softly, trying it out. It had a unique and gentle ring to it, just like the cat herself. "Liho," you said with a smile. "I like it. It's perfect. Does it have a meaning?"

“Liho is the embodiment of evil fate and misfortune,” she explained.

Your laughter rang through the room at Natasha's explanation.

"Liho, the embodiment of evil fate and misfortune? Come on, Nat, look at her!" You pointed at the cat, who was now drinking some water. "How can she be evil? She's an absolute sweetheart!”

Natasha chuckled at your response, understanding that her choice was unconventional, "I wanted to name her something not too obvious, something contrary to her. Liho just felt right, like she's going to defy all the superstitions."

You smiled, noticing the thought and care Natasha had put into the name. She indeed had a unique reasoning behind it, "I get it. Liho it is, our little bundle of luck."

Every Friday, as promised, you remained true to your playful ‘custody agreement’. You and Natasha would take turns dropping off the cat at each other's houses.

On those days, you would pack a bag for Liho, making sure it contained her food and a selection of toys to keep her entertained. The cat, ever adaptable, quickly grew accustomed to the weekly transitions, and her sweet demeanor made the process a piece of cake.

It had become a cherished habit to feel Liho's weight on your feet during cozy movie nights, or to find her perched on the windowsill, her inquisitive eyes watching the world outside as you and Natasha cooked dinner together whenever she visited you, or viceversa.

Over time, Liho's transformation was notorious and drastic. With consistent care, her health steadily improved. Gone were the days of malnourishment, for she had gained weight, and her black hair shimmered with vitality. All thanks to the love and dedication you both poured into her recovery, an unavoidable response to the way she had effortlessly wrapped you both around her little paw from the moment she had first appeared on your house's porch.

And it was a matter of time for Liho to have just one home, for you and Natasha decided to take the next step after a year, and decided to move together.

And it was also a matter of time for a new member to join your family as well…

[boy-above]

okay so.... tonight happened really fast and i'm feeling a lot of emotions. basically something got sprung on me very quickly. last month my cat bijou died and it was devastating to me. it was the first big loss i've had in my life.

well, today i was woken up out of a dead sleep by my mom telling me that one of my sister's facebook friends was giving away siamese kittens and asked if i wanted one, and said it was urgent and had to make a decision now because there was only one female left. and i was trying to ask questions but they weren't really answering and just urging me on, so in the end i just said yes.

then about 30 minutes later my mom and sister showed up at my house with a kitten. so i have a kitten just like that, it was super sudden, almost like a kitten ambush. i Did eventually want another kitten at some point, i just didn't think it would be this soon. i thought i would have more time to prepare for it. i especially wanted time to catch up with bijou's emergency vet bills.

i just like..... i don't know, i feel like it makes me look bad i guess, like bijou was something that broke that i'm replacing. but i'm not trying to replace bijou, bijou can never be replaced. it wasn't my intention to even get another siamese cat, i thought i'd perhaps run into a stray kitten like how we got our other cats.

i have a lot of questions about this kitten, siamese kittens being free is very suspicious. i keep wondering if there's a catch or something, like if there's something wrong with it. she seems fine though, she's active, curious, and running around. she looks a bit skinny though and has some slight sniffles. she doesn't appear to have fleas or mites or anything, besides being skinny she Seems fine. of course we're going to get her checked out as soon as possible though, get her vaccinated and dewormed n stuff.

i'm just full of worry and kind of overstimulated i guess? i feel like..... aaaaaa i don't know it feels irresponsible to be having a new kitten this soon, and i feel like im maybe not 100 percent ready, but it also almost feels like it was fate or something?? a sign from the universe?? like a free siamese kitten just dropping into my lap??

anyway, i don't think she's going to grow up to look just like bijou which is good, i don't think i could handle that. there's only one bijou. this kitty looks darker than bijou, and while bijou was a blue point this one looks like she might be a seal point, and she looks brownish while bijou was gray. this almost doesn't feel real, like i said it happened so freaking fast, like i keep looking down and seeing a whole ass kitten and being like?? this animal is here in my room.

(i know she needs her eyes wiped, i don't want to mess with her too much since we just met lol)

[reiichitanaami]

all for her.

♡ pairing: osoro shidesu x ayano aishi

♡ content: romantic. fluff.

♡ warning(s): intended lowercase. established relationship. mentions of violence & blood. cursing. not proofread.

♡ word count: ≈0.7k

♡ requested by: anonymous

♡ request: can i get a osoyano (osoro x ayano) fic abt ayano being like a spoiled but sweet girl and her crushing on odors and everybody being surprised that a girl like ayano was into osoro??? sorry if it’s not specific enough but if you want you can free style with everything else 😖😖 and can her parents b togo and ryoba??? thanks x

♡ synopsis: ayano aishi is the definition of sweet like candy – kind, caring, always eager to help. so how is it that she's in love with the violent and vicious delinquent osoro shidesu?

♡ note: anon asked for ayano to be a "spoiled but sweet girl", and as i didn't see it fitting, i removed ayano's "yandere traits". i was also going to write a confession scene with ayano confessing to osoro (or vice versa), but i had already received a request with a confession scene and i did not wish to recycle the same plot. however, if asked, i may write a confession scene with these two. apologies that this request took so long, i had a bit of writer's block with this and my schedule conflicted with when i intended to work on this piece. i'd also like to mention that midori and ayano are still close friends in this.

ayano is like a cat – a pampered cat. spoiled by her mother and father, always given whatever she wants...although, she's an absolute sweetheart. she helps whenever she can, she's extremely kind to anybody and everybody, she tries to make friends with everyone. to dislike ayano aishi would seem like a crime.

and to think the leader of the delinquents is dating her is an absurd thought. it's true, but it's still strange to think about. almost unbelievable. almost.

because when you see the lovesick gaze in ayano's eyes, the bright sparkle in her black irises when she looks at osoro, it becomes a very real fact that they love each other. the way osoro firmly grips ayano's arm as the ravenette has hers wrapped around the blonde's is not too tight, enough to keep ayano from suddenly being yanked away by one of her enthusiastic friends. there's a ghost of a smile on osoro's face, one only detected by her right hand man umeji kizuguchi and ayano herself. the dullness in her eyes makes it difficult to see the infatuated glint that shines only for ayano.

there's also the fact that osoro has gotten herself into less trouble for the sake of her lover. for once in her life, she's cared about her reputation, for if rumors spread once more, ayano will be affected. ayano doesn't mind osoro's aggressive behavior. it's part of the reason why she fell in love with her in the first place, but if people targeted osoro, they might target her too. so, osoro has been...less harsh.

midori looks at ayano from across the circular gray table with a raised eyebrow and lips formed into a pout. her friend has been staring at her phone all day, but midori knows she can't complain about her doing that as she does just the same. however, that doesn't stop her from questioning her new peculiar habit.

"how come you're on your phone so much?" the green-haired girl asks. "i know i'm the same, but...you're different, y'know?"

ayano has a wide grin on her face, giggles leaving her lips before she raises her head to look at midori. another soft chuckle is elicited from her. "nothing...i'm just texting osoro."

midori's lips form into an o-shape in realization. "ah, okay."

another moment of silence passes before she speaks again.

"how come you like her so much? not trying to say she's dislikable or anything, but she's...and you're..."

ayano sighs. "i know she's intimidating. but she's sweet to me. and she's changing for me!... kind of. i mean, when was the last time you've seen her fighting someone?"

"earlier, actually."

"what."

"yeah. i think she said something about you. something like...uhm...'make fun of my girlfriend again and i'll do way worse'!"

a smirk tugs at the corner of midori's lips, and ayano's face flushes a beet red.

meanwhile, osoro washes the blood off her knuckles in one of the bathrooms, a small hiss leaving her. she huffs, eyes narrowing at the cracked skin.

fuckin' idiot thought he could make fun of her like that, she thinks to herself. dumbass didn't even know we're together.

"osoro?" umeji stands in front of the girls' restroom, his posture awkward. he looks around him, not wanting to seem like a weirdo lurking. "you okay?"

"i'm fine," she says, voice softened. umeji is one of the few people she has ever softened her voice for, besides the rest of the delinquents and, of course, ayano. "just washin' the blood off."

umeji hums in acknowledgement. "i'll, uh...go to the others. they're probably wonderin' where we are."

"wait."

umeji stops just as he's about to turn. "...yeah?"

"ayano's in the cafeteria. make sure she's...safe. ya don't have to talk to her or anythin', just...check if she's alright before goin' back to 'em."

"...okay," the boy says. "see ya, osoro."

"mhm."

umeji walks over to the cafeteria, hiding near the corner of one of the classrooms. he glances at ayano's sitting figure, her expression lively as she converses with midori. he has an unreadable look on his face. like midori, he doesn't quite understand why osoro is dating ayano of all people. yet when he thinks of her earlier instructions, the subtle gentleness in her voice when she mentions her girlfriend, he realizes how much the delinquent cares for her. then, he makes his way downstairs and outside to meet back with the others.

[bonefall]

BB!Acorn Fur -> Acorn Swoop

[ID: The Better Bones version of Acorn Fur, now called Acorn Swoop. She is a sleek, chestnut-brown cat with smooth, round accents, scotty-dog whiskers, and amber eyes. She's running and giving the camera a salute.]

One of Thunder Storm's greatest allies, a loyal childhood friend with a penchant for always showing up in the nick of time!

When Clear Sky rejected his son Thunder Storm, infuriated by his missing hind leg and the gall of the ancestors to try and challenge him, Tall Shadow broke off her supporters in protest to this continued cruelty. Hawk Swoop and Jackdaw Cry were with them, giving birth to their children in Shadow's Clan.

Acorn Swoop, Lightning Cry, and Thunder Storm grew up together. A little trio of terrors, always getting underfoot. Even though Thunder Storm's path eventually drove him to investigate SkyClan to learn from Clear Sky, he always knew they would welcome him back when he came home.

Acorn Swoop was there, watching in horror, when Turtle Heart died in the attempt to retrieve her kittens from Tom. It only became worse, when she returned home with the children, to find that Tall Shadow had decided Bumble was no longer welcome without her mate to hunt for her.

But even Bright Storm, closest friend of the deceased Gray Wing the Wise, was accepting the ruling. She felt her rage drain away, replaced by self doubt. Was this right? It was true that Bumble couldn't hunt or care for herself...

Thunder Storm returned shortly after, having seen the truth about Clear Sky, shocked into fury. When Bright Storm tried to explain everything to him, she was cut off. "I didn't think I'd come home to find another Clear Sky!"

Acorn Swoop couldn't believe she'd ever believed such a thing! That moment was the birth of ThunderClan, breaking away from ShadowClan to charge into the woods, their mission; find Bumble. Some say it was a stroke of great luck that they found her just as Clear Sky did, intercepting his thrashing. Acorn would gleefully counter with, "A swoop always arrives in the nick of time!"

After her death, she is hailed as a Patron of Prra, an untranslatable Clanmew concept roughly meaning "promptness" or "good timing." She's invoked for hunting, humor, and for things to begin and end when they should.

Alignment: Proto-ThunderClan

Family: Swoop & Cry

Time Period: Dawn Era

Relations: Hawk Swoop & Jackdaw Cry (parents), Lightning Cry (brother), Red Claw (mate), Shell Claw & Sleek Swoop (children) Lightning Storm & Feather Cry (nespring)

More changes below the cut!

BB!DOTC has a brand new naming system! Ancient Tribe cats have a last name system, arbitrarily inherited from the mother or father.

So Swoop and Cry both have their parent's last names! Hopefully this will help everyone not forget they're siblings. I did consider calling her Acorn Cry, but I think the Swoop Family is a really cute one.

Unlike canon, Bright Storm is one cat, and she is a major part of the story. Thunder Storm considers Shaded Flower his adopted father.

Gray Wing the Wise was the first cat to die during the Sun Trail.

Acorn and Lightning are not Thunder's adopted siblings in any way.

Thunder and Lightning become mates by the end of DOTC, making Acorn his sis-in-law.

In-canon she's described as being short and stocky and kinda cutesy. That doesn't quite fit what I mean to do with her, so Acorn Swoop is gangly and leggy.

In a more anthro universe I feel like she would be a great mailman, somehow

Because Moth Flight's Vision is now Moth Flight's Vow, and a completely different story with a new reasoning behind the Cleric's Vow, Acorn Swoop does not have the canon conflict with StarClan trying to shame her choosing medicine or marriage.

And, because I refuse to magically conjure up characters to be convenient mates for the main characters, Thunder's canon litter has been split in 2.

Shell Claw and Sleek Swoop (prev. Sleek Fur) belong to Acorn Swoop and Red Claw. Lightning Storm and Feather Cry are born to Lightning Cry and Thunderstar.

But, I'm not sure yet if this is before or after Thunderstar's Justice. I do know, however, that Lightning Cry doesn't live to see his children.

Acorn Swoop is very close to them all as a result, plus her children being the same age as her nespring. She's always been there for Thunderstar in the past, and that's not about to stop any time soon.

You may eventually notice some similarities between her and Sharpclaw when we get there. That's intentional! She is one of his distant ancestors!

By extension, she is the ancestor of Hawkwing, Violetshine, Twigbranch, Rootspring, and Needleclaw.

She also has some descendants in most Clans just by virtue of exponential ancestry, but it's uncanny for the Sharpkin.

In terms of personality, she's cheerful and daring. Acorn takes pride in herself and her family, but can still doubt herself at times. She's a fantastic hunter, and catches well above her share of food to provide for the Clan. Thunderstar is beyond grateful to have her on his side.

In the Modern Era, many of the cats of BB!DOTC have long since been venerated. By now, Acorn Swoop has become an ancient and powerful Patron of Promptness. We might consider her a sort of god of 'chance,' but to Clan cats, "Prra" is a virtue that's hard to translate.

It's perfect timing. It's prey who only looks up when it's already too late. It's a friend of another Clan whose patrol happens to sync up to yours. It's primroses that poke through the melting frost just as you believe winter will never end.

She's invoked when you're stuck anticipating, or when you have to time something just right. It's perfect moments and comedic timing, things that can't just be replicated on a whim.

[bomberqueen17]

survived

I made it out alive from another stay at the farm. Probably because it came so hot on the heels of my trip overseas, I had the weirdest sense of dislocation yesterday, could not make myself understand that I was leaving, really had trouble packing my stuff intelligently, and though I really tried to take my time leaving and do a lot of things as I went to try and let my brain catch up, I still left having forgotten to do several important things.

I arrived home and was totally disoriented. Like, I knew where I was, but I just. It didn't really feel real. I've now had a small gray cat touching me almost nonstop for about 24 hours and I'm starting to think maybe I know where I am but. Damn. I am really not all caught up, mentally.

However. I have been pleasantly diverted, and have spent a day in glorious idleness, mostly snuggling the cat. On the drive home I was listening--relistening-- to Patrick O'Brian's Fortunes of War which has a lot of real historical events from the War of 1812 in it, and the first time through I hadn't looked up the events so I didn't know what would happen. The second time I had more of a notion, and a bit more context to reflect that it was hilarious that the narrative kind of made me root for the British. Being an American myself, and having studied this time period before, no I do not believe the British were justified, and I am not rooting for them, and I do not feel bad that they lost a number of frigate battles to the Americans, in fact it serves them right, though in text one does feel very bad for poor depressed Jack Aubrey. And so I was reading about James Lawrence and getting very sad about what happens to him at this point in history. (The narrative does set him up to be sympathetic and likeable-- he has few lines, but we do hear that he befriended Lt. Mowett when that young man was injured, and he goes out of his way to bring a message from Mowett to Jack when he hears that Jack is in Boston, which is very thoughtful of him.)

So anyway. That's as connected to reality as I am currently-- being sad about the War of 1812. Well you know, I'd hate to be bored. And I mean, go to that page and look at him face and tell me you don't feel bad about James Lawrence!

dont give up the ship

alas.

[amber-tortoiseshell]

I'm sorry because this might be a pain to do since it's kinda a big family but what would Snowbirds family look like? I'm really interested to see how Yarrowleaf would turn out since she seems so out of place compared to literally all of her siblings.

Oh and I'd like to say I love your take on Moth Flight's family!

First of all re: Moth Flight: Thank you! I'm really quite proud of them, I'm glad someone enjoyed it with me! 🤍

And now onto Snowbird.

Eh, of course it's not a pain, i'm doing this whole ask game for the sake of playing with the characters like this lol.

We don't have parents for Snowbird (canon, i beg you please never make her into Blackstar's kit please please please). I made her dominant white for now, but i'm a bit troubled, because i think the W allele isn't present in my pre-TPB ShadowClan, the white or almost white cats are all points there. (It's so annoying, there is a generation or two during the early arcs when we know almost nothing about the familiar relationships in ShadowClan (and RiverClan and WindClan, really).) But let's say her mother or father was a rouge or something. Or Whitestorm had a little affair in Shadowclan. (Honestly i'm very much down for this explanation, because i'm a little sad that the Snowfur-Whitestorm white allele line is discontinued as all of Whitestorm's known kits are colored.)

All of this to say: Snowbird is dominant white for now, but that can change if i learn something about her ancestors. (Genotype: __ __ __ W_)

Her mate is Scorchfur, solid blue (aa dd o- ww) according to his description.

We have eight canon kits. (I ignore Bluebellkit since she's never mentioned in the books by name or color.)

Buster/Rippletail, Beenose and Gullswoop are all full whites. Great, no problem here. (Let's ignore Beenose's black ears. It's just that kittencap thing. I can't do vans now.)

Cloverfoot and Frondwhisker are gray tabbies, which means Snowbird carries the agouti, black and no-white alleles. (Updated genotype: A_ _d _o Ww)

But next up we have Berryheart and Conefoot; both white spotted! Which means either Snowbird or Scorchfur has the ws allele. If Snowbird has it, that means all of the not white kits got white spotting. Viable solution, but i choose the other one, and give the ws allele to Scorchfur.

Also Berryheart is solid black, which means Snowbird carries solid and dense too. (Snowbird: Aa Dd _o Ww, Scorchfur: aa dd o- wsw).

And Yarrowleaf at last. Who is orange. Well she can't be orange; the best I can do is tortie. I think a tortie tabby without white is a fair compromise, also i love Yarrowleaf's name and i love torties, so i'm pleased.

In the end we got this genotype for Snowbird: Aa Dd Oo Ww (white masking black tortie tabby). We needed only two modifications: adding some white spotting to Scorchfur and making Yellowleaf tortie instead of simply ginger.

Snowbird and Scorchfur

First litter: Berryheart, Buster, Cloverfoot

Berryheart is also the mother of Needletail whose description is silver. However i decided to not make her inhibitor-silver, just blue or even black tabby; I didn't want to introduce the allele into the family (and the Clan!) for the sake of one cat.

Second litter: Beenose, Yarrowleaf; and Yarrowleaf's kits Flaxfoot and Hopwhisker

Yarrowleaf's son is a black tabby (another argument why she needs the o allele), but her daughter is a calico; ergo, white spotted. So again: either Yarrowleaf or the father of her kittens, Nettle has white spotting. I'm already attached to my mental image of torbie Yarrowleaf, so Nettle gets it, who cares about that guy anyway.

Third litter: Frondwhisker, Conefoot, Gullswoop

Please note that all of this can shatter in the moment I learn something about Snowbird's parents

(warrior cats genetics ask game)

[higgywriteswarriorcats]

Bumble time! the collar pattern is mandatory

ok so everyone knows that the canon situation with Bumble sucks right? Our 'heroes' turn away an abuse survivor in need and call her fat when she's slowly bleeding to death?

right so what if Bumble served a completely different purpose in the narrative? She makes Clear Sky look bad but everyone kinda didn't think much of her anyway, so her being killed by Clear Sky ultimately doesn't make that big of a difference. It also doesn't make much sense to me that these cats who are used to starving to death would despise fatness??? they've probably never seen any chubby cat before. why would they hate them.

Instead imma combine her character with another one in order to emphasize what I want Gray Wing to become in the rewrite. Gray Wing is a beacon of support who realizes too late that apologizing for Clear Sky is doing more harm to the cats he loves than good (Thunder Storm, Jagged Peak... everyone on the moor pretty much finds him annoying for this). But Gray Wing becomes a beacon of support, that's what he wants to be. This includes for Bumble, who joins the moor with Turtle Tail for protection from Tom. She's also just been interested in the moor cat lifestyle since book 1.

Bumble loves watching over kits, is an energetic and happy presence in the moor camp, helps with construction, learns to hunt, and is besties with Turtle Tail. Some cats call her lazy (Clear Sky and Moon Shadow came up with the term 'kittypet' as an insult in book 1) but it's obvious to the reader that her presence is good and happy-making, hopefully. She would show how support builds a healthier group than whatever Clear Sky has going on.

I got rid of Slate. Even at 12 years old, Slate felt so much like an excuse for Gray Wing to have a wife. Instead, Bumble and Gray Wing are going to be mates in the end. I don't think I'll give them a litter, since maybe Bumble is fixed (I didn't want it to feel like "after raising so many of others' kids, gray wing gets rewarded with his own blood-related kids), but I figured my version of Gray Wing is going to be all about supporting the vulnerable, and these two raise Turtle Tail's kits after she dies, so they spend plenty of time together anyway. in canon I'd say these two should never get together, so this might be a choice people don't like. (but guys!! If they have kits they can name one after turtle tail)

I also considered playing with the idea that Bumble's the bio-mom of the kits, but pretended they were Turtle Tail's so the moor group would be more likely to help them. Then I thought I was over complicating it and just doing the Squirrelflight and Leafpool twist but worse lol

This is probably the simplest way to rewrite Bumble. I didn't want to go too wild with it, just have her be another cat for Gray Wing to realize his defending of Clear Sky is harming. Then she gets to emphasize a theme in the story

[cryptidsurveys]

Saturday, November 16th, 2024.

What were you doing at 10:30 this morning? I was at the animal shelter. Possibly either finishing up cleaning Humphrey's kennel or starting on dishes.

Is there anyone else in the room with you? Two of my three kitties are with me.

If you married the last male you spoke to, what would your initials be? I don't know Sean's last name (he's a community service worker at the shelter).

What did you have for lunch today? A chicken salad.

In your phone, who is the first contact listed under ‘L’? There is no such person. My contacts are extremely limited - it's just my mom, my dad, and Iris (manager).

How old is he/she? My mom is 69, my dad is 71, and I think Iris is 63.

What colour are your father’s eyes? They're blue.

Was your last Facebook friend requests from a male or female? I have absolutely no idea.

What’s the 9th song on your iTunes “Recently Played” list?

What colour are the eyes of the last male you text messaged? Blue.

Who is the first contact in your phone? What colour is his/her hair? My dad. His hair is white/gray.

How many tracks were on the last album you listened to? Thirteen.

Which one of your relatives is most likely to embarrass you? I'm not in touch with any of my relatives beyond my parents. I don't think either one of them would intentionally try to embarrass me.

Is there a song you can listen to over and over and never get fed up? I used to be able to listen to almost exclusively Kent songs without getting fed up, but I'm not nearly as into them as I once was. I think any song would start to wear on me if I listened to it too much, no matter how much I liked it.

Do you have a friend whose name begins with ’H’? Describe him/her. I don't.

Are there any songs in your iTunes library that you’ve never listened to?

So, how are you? Is there anything wrong? I'm doing pretty well. There's nothing seriously wrong - just low-level nagging anxieties and concerns.

How do you handle awkward situations? It depends on the situation. Sometimes I try to pretend like the awkwardness isn't happening. Smile and nod. Wait until things blow over. Sometimes I shut down or try to distance myself. And sometimes there's nothing to do but face the awkwardness head-on.

Who is the most intelligent person you know? I'm not sure. I know a few very intelligent people, but it's hard to gauge who is the most intelligent of the bunch.

Who was the last female you were introduced to? A woman and her daughter who came in to do a cat tour yesterday afternoon.

What was your first impression of her? The mother seemed very sweet and empathetic. She had just finished up a dog tour and was in tears. If I didn't spend all my time at the shelter, I would probably react the same way, especially with the kitties. :'( I didn't form much of an impression of her daughter except that she looked like a taller version of Kristen. It was uncanny how similar they looked. Anyway, they weren't seriously looking for a new cat; they just kind of came in to check it out.

Who was the last male you were introduced to? Another cat tour - a husband and wife who were looking for a companion kitty for their 9-month-old kitten. They ended up putting in an application and are now pending.

What was your first impression of him? They both seemed nice. I'm really glad their application is most likely going through.

Name one of your favourite foods that starts with the letter 'F’. French fries.

Do you have a close friend of the opposite sex? No.

Would you ever consider being more than friends with them?

Who is the 8th contact in your phone? Is he/she in a relationship?

If you could travel back in time, which year would you go to? I'd bounce around to the building of various ancient megalithic structures. Solve the mysteries of when and how once and for all.

When was the last time you made a sandwich? What did you put on it? I made one for my packed lunch yesterday. Very simple, just cheese and greens.

What were you like as a 12 year old? Very shy, pretty good student, imaginative/creative, prone to daydreaming, somewhat of a loner although I did have a few good friends. This was about a year or so before my mental health started to decline, so there were probably hints of what was to come.

What colour are the eyes of the last female you text messaged? Brown. I texted briefly with Iris on the Thursday before last because she needed someone to come in and help out in the afternoon/evening.

When you woke up this morning, what kind of mood were you in? A bit sad and anxious. I often feel like that when I first wake up, though. It's become such a familiar feeling that I just try to ignore it. I know I'll feel better as the day goes on.

Are you hungry? Craving any food in particular? Not really. I just finished eating a yogurt bowl. I could still eat more, but I'm not hungry.

In the past week, how many times have you cried? None.

On a scale of 1 to 10 (10 being amazing), how good is life atm? Something like a seven. It's generally pleasant, but there's definitely room for improvement.

[oddogoblino]

So I just had a dream where, essentially, trying to find an artist's art tag for what I bought a sticker of sent me into a strange world where the people there thought they were dogs.

Dream rambling under cut

Like, I was looking for some sticker the artist drew because, in the dream, a friend asked what I'd bought from them so i looked for it because i didnt remember, and suddenly I was in a field and had no clue where I was.

And this short girl with curly hair and her taller best friend with straight hair ended up talking to me and leading me around, asking what kind of dog I was because i didnt look familiar nor like everyone else. The curly haired girl was a chihuahua and the straight haired girl was I think a German shepherd. "Everyone's a dog here!" The chihuahua girl was named Chelsie and the German shepherd girl was named Alana.

They were still very excited, confused, and welcoming to me as they showed me around. They dressed and looked like people but just weren't 100% human looking for some reason. They didn't have like- dog ears or anything, they looked human but like- not- entirely??? I think it was their hands, their hands looked like paws somewhat with fur and claws for nails and darker skin on their palms.

And I'm just wandering around trying to get used to this small town of sorts that they set up in an abandoned amusement park, mainly just walking around, and I meet two other dogs. A tall (compared to me..), muscular man with blonde, messy hair and his unwilling roommate(?) who was an older man with black , graying, cleanly styled hair. I think they were implied to be a golden retriever and a i'll assume a chocolate Labrador given how I remember his hair looking. I think their names were Alex and Ricko.

The blonde man just asks inappropriate questions upon being met, so I ran off to avoid him, and he later sulked and asked his friend why he "can't get bitches like you can" (which is really funny to me-) and the older guy reminisces about when he was younger and was the heartthrob of the town. He was a musician & singer too. He was implied to still have incredible pull but he didn't feel he was as handsome or anything as he once was.

The dream moved on to me with the girls and we're chatting and Chelsie accidentally spilt her friend's snacks on the bed so we were just awkwardly there as Alana began to vacuum them up, the other having left bc she didn't like the noise and me trying to nervously pick out some of the chips(?) that were missed. I remember Alana ended up talking to me about "knowing I don't really seemed to care for them" and how she'd kinda felt I was looking down on them for being dogs after we'd spent the day hanging out & them hunting animals with me tagging along. It was such an awkward moment in the dream, because how do you explain you just haven't figured out how/processed you ended up here to begin with? But we'd talked it out and got on better terms. I went to my new home or sorts after saying goodbye since it was late out.

My home was like- an abandoned apartment that I was given the uh...honor ...ig of fixing up so I could comfortably live there. A gang of dog people ended up hearing about me though and kept trying to break in the next morning while I was away to "see what kind of person I was". They used a literal actual cat to try and sneak them in because they hoped it'd unlock the doors for them or show them another way of how to get in. Cat refused and instead messed with them. Tho I remember I had subtle cat imagery in my room along with things from fandoms i like, which might've indicated I was/was becoming a literal cat person paired with the girl thinking I was looking down on them when I wasn't.

I think the dream ended with me walking back home, not knowing there was a gang of dogs trying to get into my apartment.

So yeah I had a weird dream, just wanted to type it down before I forgot.

Oh also, everything about the world I'd seen looked kinda abandoned. The dogs lived in abandoned houses that clearly had been human houses before, there were broken cars that were rusty and not used for years, grass was overgrowing in places it didn't before, the night was pitch black if not for all the stars and moon lighting the place, the amusement/Waterpark stuff the people I found lived in were all unused and moldy/rusty. They figured out how to make foods I knew of because well- recipes n such they found around. They had farms and such for all of this. Never once saw chocolate or grapes around any food I'd see in the dreams though.

[believingispowerfulmagic]

A Fairytale for Christmas

Summary:  When Robin Locksley plans a masquerade for businesswoman and heiress Regina Mills, he just hopes to expand his client list. He gets much more when he takes his cousin’s place as a guest at the party and makes a connection with one of the guests. The next day, he learns that person was in fact the hostess, Regina Mills, and that her mother has announced that Regina will marry whoever that man was. His cousin Keith figures out it was Robin and teams up with Cora Mills to marry Regina, pulling in his cousin to their deception. But as Robin gets closer to Regina, will he tell her the truth or watch the love of his life walk down the aisle to his cousin?

Chapter 1: FFN | AO3 | Wattpad

Chapter 10

FFN | AO3 | Wattpad

Excerpt:

Regina pulled up to the Nott household, putting her car into park and studying it for a moment. She knew that Richard Nott was a successful business owner and it was clear that he had been able to afford the finer things in life. While his house wasn't as grand as Mist Haven, it was still a mansion. It had a light gray stone façade with white accents around the house. Several windows lined each floor and she spotted two chimneys placed on opposite sides of the house from each other. The lawn looked immaculate and she figured he paid a landscaper to maintain it. Regina wondered what the backyard looked like, figuring they had a pool – she imagined that was something young Keith and maybe young Robin would've wanted.

She got out of the car and took a deep breath before approaching the front door. Regina rang the doorbell and took a step back, waiting to see if anyone opened the door. There were at least two cars in the driveway but knew that didn't necessarily mean anything. Robin likely only owned one car but she knew that he also drove their company's van. Keith definitely owned more than one car, she believed. And she wouldn't be surprised if his father did the same.

Which all meant that it could be that no one home and the door would never open.

But she also knew it was a big house, so she pressed the bell again and decided to wait for a few more minutes before leaving.

After what felt like an eternity, Regina decided that no one was home and she would need to come back later. She started to turn away from the door when it opened. Taking a deep breath, she looked back and found Keith standing there in just a towel. His eyes lit up and he smirked. "Regina! What a surprise!"

"I apologize for dropping in unannounced," she said, feeling awkward. She knew seeing her fiancé in nothing but a towel should create some desire in her but she didn't feel much toward him. And so she kept her focus on his face. "But I was in the neighborhood and wanted to see your house."

"Of course," he replied, stepping aside. "Come on in."

She passed him, feeling the damp heat radiating off his body. As he closed the door, she turned to him and motioned to his state of undress. "I can wait for you to put on some clothes," she said.

He smirked, wiggling his eyebrows. "Do you want to help me dress?"

"I think I'd rather wait for the wedding night," she said, realizing she had no desire to see what lay under that towel. But she certainly would love to see what lay under Robin's sweaters and jeans.

That was something she would need to unpack later.

Luckily, Keith nodded as he winked at her. "I understand. I'll be right down," he said.

"I'll be right here," she replied, watching as he walked up the stairs. It was only a few moments later did she realize that he had assumed she was a virgin. She didn't really care to correct him. As long as he didn't try to make another pass at her, she didn't care what he believed about her.

Regina heard the jingle of a bell and turned toward the hall to her right. A gray cat walked down it, the sound coming from the bell on his collar. Her heart sped up as she recalled the cat toy in the stocking and she wondered if maybe it had pointed to Keith after all. Crouching, she held out her hand and waited to see if the cat would approach her.

The cat came closer to her and sniffed her hand. It then bumped its head against her hand and she scratched behind its ear. "Good kitty," she cooed.

"Ugh," Keith said, coming back down the stairs in a nice shirt and pair of pants. "Robin's stupid cat got out again."

"This is Robin's cat?" she asked, surprised that he did own a cat but pleased that the cat toy again pointed toward him being Shakespeare.

Keith nodded, looking disgusted. "He's supposed to keep this mangy thing in his apartment but Tuck keeps getting out. Dad doesn't seem to mind but if it were up to me, I would've chucked him out years ago."

He started to reach for the cat but Regina scooped him up first, cradling the cat. "Why would you throw out such a sweet animal?" she asked.

"Tuck isn't sweet," Keith said, glaring at the cat. "He's a monster. He always scratches me."

"Animals are very intuitive. He senses that you don't like him so he doesn't like you in return. I'm sure if you were nicer, he wouldn't scratch you," she said, feeling Tuck purr as she gently rocked him like a baby.

Keith just made a strange sound before saying: "We should probably put him back in Robin's apartment."

"Probably," she replied, finding herself eager to see Robin's living space. "Why don't you take me there? I can carry Tuck so he doesn't scratch you."

"Fine by me," he said. "It's this way."

[talonslockau]

Fire and Ice - Chapter 37

Chapter 36 || Index || Chapter 38

 The camp was buzzing as the four apprentices returned, laden with prey. Even with all the senior warriors in Bluestar's den, it was evident that word had gotten around about what was going on, and nearly every cat in Thunderclan was gossiping. Only the queens were absent, presumably taking care of the kits in the nursery.

"The Treecut place will be starting up soon." He heard Halftail comment as he passed by the elders' den. "Do you think Bluestar will move the Shadowclan elders into our den? It's going to get awful crowded."

"Not if she can force Brokenstar to accept the warrior code at the Gathering tonight." Patchpelt replied. "I heard her say something to Quickflash about war with Shadowclan before summoning the council. Things might get interesting in the next moon."

"Better hope that we can beat them before leafbare. We can't afford another Great Hunger like last time." That was all Firepaw heard before making his way to the freshkill pile, dumping his squirrels on top of it. Behind him, each apprentice added their own contributions. He took the cardinal he had caught over to the apprentices' tree stump, certain no one would lecture him for a quick bite of prey.

"So you're certain she's gonna declare war?" Cinderpaw was the first to speak, as Firepaw expected. She pranced in place, obviously too excited or nervous to eat.

"She said as much while I was sitting there." He pawed the cardinal to Ravenpaw and Graypaw, allowing them to have the first bites. At Ravenpaw’s doubtful look, he quickly added, "You didn't see her. When Mosspaw said they'd been apprentices for two moons, she looked like she would have murdered Brokenstar right then and there. I thought Frostfury was bad, but the look on her face was worse."

Graypaw nodded as he swallowed a bite, moving over slightly to let Firepaw have some. "Bluestar's always been a real stickler about the six moon rule. One-eye said it's…" He hesitated, glancing around to make sure no one heard. "Well, she says it's because Bluestar lost her kits."

Firepaw perked his ears forward in surprise. "She had kitsh?" He asked ungracefully through his cardinal.

The gray tom shrugged. "That's what One-eye said, anyways. Bluestar doesn't want to see any more kits die after hers did, so she makes sure every apprentice is at least six full moons old."

The ginger apprentice glanced across camp to the leader's den, covered by lichen. It was impossible to see what might be going on inside. "She doesn't strike me as much of a mother." He mumbled, before pausing to reconsider. "Although, neither does Frostfury."

"She doesn't talk about it." Graypaw shrugged as Ravenpaw stole another bite. "But can you blame her? I doubt I'd want to talk about it either."

Firepaw had to agree with that. He couldn't imagine the grief he'd feel if he lost his sister, his only family, in a Clan where family was so paramount to one’s identity. "No wonder she was so mad at Brokenstar."

"Do you think we'll go to the Gathering tonight?" Cinderpaw wondered from atop the tree stump as she gazed out at camp. "Imagine if it breaks out into fighting!"

"I doubt it. That's against the code." Ravenpaw pointed out quietly. "Besides, she might want us here at camp in case Brokenstar tries anything funny. Maybe he'll come after his missing apprentice."

The gray molly deflated slightly. "Yea, but…"

"Technically, we'd probably have a greater chance of fighting being stuck here." Firepaw pointed out. "Didn't One-eye say that Shadowclan likes to attack the border during the full moon?"

She paused to consider what he was saying. "That's true." She thought it over a little bit more, a smile slowly coming to her face. "So if we want the greatest chance of getting to show our skills, we should get ourselves assigned to one of the border patrols!"

Firepaw grimaced at the thought of having to face Shadowclan after what they had done to Volepaw and Mosspaw. He knew they wouldn't hold anything back, but after that bone-chilling scene, neither would he. "I suppose so." He finally answered, quickly taking another bite so he wouldn't have to say anything else.

"Look, there she is now!" All three apprentices raised their heads to see Bluestar striding out of the moss curtain, Quickflash close behind her. 

She leaped up the side of the rock, letting out a loud yowl to alert the rest of camp. "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the Highrock for a Clan meeting!" She called, those waiting around camp quickly assembling as more warriors poured out of her den. 

There were several tense moments as everyone found their place beneath her. "I have always been proud to be a warrior." Bluestar began, her voice solemn as it rang out across camp. "It is our devotion to our noble code that makes us great. The Clan thrives through hardship because of how we care for one another. And every time I look down on you, my courageous warriors, I know that each and every one of you feels the same." 

There were murmurs of approval in the crowd at her words. Firepaw watched, knowing all too well what was coming next. As stirring of a speech as it was, he couldn't feel moved when the memory of the two Shadowclan kits was burned into his mind.

"That is how every Clan should be." Bluestar yowled above the hushed whispers, causing the Clan to quiet once more. "But today I have learned that is not the case. For Brokenstar has flaunted the code so thoroughly, so egregiously, that Thunderclan can no longer stand idly by if we are to call ourselves warriors." Spines bristled and tails lashed at the mention of the enemy leader. "Today, one of our apprentices found two Shadowclan apprentices on our border. One was injured so badly he was unable to walk on his own."

"So that's why Dewpaw was running around like a clueless sparrow." Firepaw heard Longtail hiss to Mousefur sitting nearby. "As if we didn't have enough Shadowclan rejects."

"Brokenstar had thrown out this apprentice as a waste of herbs for a broken leg!" The ginger tom could hear the fury in her words causing her voice to tremble. "He would have died of blood loss were it not for Firepaw's quick thinking and Yellowfang's expertise." She dipped her head towards him in acknowledgement, and several cats turned to look at him. "But we have come to expect that manner of depravity from Shadowclan after they exiled their elders. We know that under Brokenstar's rule, they have no use for anyone less than perfectly fit, no matter how dedicated they are to the Clan." 

Firepaw could see snarls and grimaces at her words, but she continued on. "These apprentices told me that they had been training under Brokenstar for two moons now." She paused, letting her words sink in for a moment. "But they had yet to reach their sixth moon!"

There was a shocked silence at her words. "Bluestar, what do you mean?" He heard one of the elders call. "Surely even Brokenstar wouldn't be foolish enough to train kits!" Near the nursery, he could see Speckleflight protectively wrap her tail around Snowkit. He was about five moons old now; nearly the same age as Mosspaw and Volepaw were, he realized.

"Foolish, or bloodthirsty?" Bluestar challenged. "Yes, it's true; Brokenstar has been training kits as young as three moons old as apprentices. The ones on our border today were barely five!" She looked down on her horrified Clan. "Brokenstar has broken one of the most sacred rules of our code by turning away a five moon old kit to die. The ones we found today were lucky that we were there to help them; the next ones may not."

There were growls and hisses from the Clan at her words. "What would you have us do, Bluestar?" It was Willowbranch, staring determinedly up at her leader as her tail lashed in tandem with Mistspring's.

"Tonight is the full moon, and so another Gathering." The silver molly swept her icy blue gaze over her Clan. "Brokenstar must atone for his crimes in front of all the Clans. If he does not…" She trailed off for a moment as her gaze landed on Snowkit. "If he does not, then we must consider him - and all of Shadowclan with him - like we would any kit-murdering rogue group on our borders." She dug her claws into the rock below her, shining in the low light of the setting sun. "Thunderclan will go to war!"

There were yowls of agreement at her words, and even Longtail was nodding in response to her words. It seemed that now that Brokenstar had horribly broken the warrior code, none in the Clan could argue with her. "Of course, tonight's Gathering will be dangerous. Given he does not respect the warrior code, I would not put it past him to break the truce when confronted with his crimes. It is also possible Brokenstar will send an assault on our borders for taking in his apprentices.  But Thunderclan must stand for what is right, or stand responsible for the atrocities he will continue to commit." The Clan nodded in understanding as she spoke. 

"For this reason, I am taking only our most seasoned warriors to the Gathering tonight. All elders, queens, and apprentices must remain behind to help guard the camp and our territory." There was no argument against her; as disappointed as he might be not to go, Firepaw was hardly eager to throw himself into the adder's nest that the Gathering would become. "Alongside Quickflash and Spottedleaf, I will be bringing Whitestorm, Tigerclaw, Lionheart, Tinyfrost, and Dappleshine." It was a small patrol, especially with no apprentices, but it consisted of the most elite warriors in the Clan; If they got into trouble at the Gathering, even Shadowclan would have trouble besting them. "The first night patrol will be Darkstripe, Mousefur, Peppermask, and Ravenpaw. The second night patrol will be Longtail, Sandstorm, Mistspring, and Cinderpaw."

Cinderpaw gave a tiny, excited squeal from beside Graypaw, and her brother gave her a hearty nudge in response. Firepaw threw her a small smile, but internally he was worried. What if Shadowclan attacked tonight? Would the Clan be ready?

He didn't voice his thoughts, however, as Bluestar gave a final nod to the Clan. "May Starclan watch over us. Meeting dismissed." With that, she hopped down, the warriors selected to go to the Gathering beginning to form around her.

"It's too bad you two are gonna be stuck in camp all night!" Cinderpaw crowed as she got to her feet, prancing around the other apprentices. "I hope I finally get the chance to show Shadowclan my stuff!" She jabbed out a couple of times at nothing, her paws a blur even as Firepaw focused on them. He had to admit; she'd become a fierce fighter in her own right, a far cry from the excitable but relatively innocuous apprentice she'd been when they first met.

"Good luck with that." Firepaw perked up as he heard a familiar voice speaking, and turned to see Peppermask had approached from the crowd. "Be safe out there, okay? Shadowclan's gotten a lot more dangerous now that they don't follow the code." She shuddered as she spoke. "Those poor kittens. Do you think they'll be okay?"

"Yellowfang and Dewpaw did a great job." Firepaw assured her with a small smile. "Do you want to come share a meal with us? For old times' sake?" He offered, gesturing to the tree stump the apprentices shared meals at.

She shook her head with a small smile. "Can't. I'm on the first night patrol, remember?" She looked to Ravenpaw, who was worriedly staring off into the distance. "I'm actually here for him. Darkstripe wants to go now, before the moon rises."

The black tom continued staring for a moment, as though he didn't hear her, before snapping back to attention as she prodded him with a silver paw. "Right! Coming!" He jumped to his feet and trotted over to where Darkstripe and Mousefur were already waiting.

The others stared off after him. "I don't suppose he was…?" Peppermask trailed off as she perked an ear towards Firepaw.

"I don't think so. I didn't see anything, anyways, and we know I can." He glanced to where Yellowfang was sitting by the healer's den, washing her ears. He didn't want to say too much, for fear of invoking her ire, but Peppermask seemed to get the point and nodded.

"Well, I best be off then. Be safe, all of you." With that, the spotted molly trotted off, leaving only the three apprentices in the middle of the clearing.

"What was that about?" Cinderpaw asked curiously, looking between the other two. No one had told her about Redtail, out of fear that she would accidentally say something to Tigerclaw or one of his cronies in her chattering. The two toms glanced at each other, wordlessly deciding who would get to lie to her this time.

"Ravenpaw's been worried that some wasps might be making a hive in camp. Apparently he found one in his nest." Firepaw fibbed, standing up and stretching. "I haven't seen any lately though."

She glared at him suspiciously for a moment. "You should've told me! Everyone knows I'm the best at spotting bugs! Ever since I was a little kit! I’ve got eyes like a hawk!" She crouched down with a grin, eyeing some invisible insect before pouncing. 

"My bad. I guess I didn't know." Firepaw rolled his eyes while the molly's back was turned to Graypaw, who stifled a giggle. "Hey, you should take the elders and queens their share for the evening. Graypaw and I already took care of it yesterday, so it's your turn."

"Aw, come on. It's not fair I have to do it alone!" The molly whined as she sat back on her haunches. "One of you should come with me!"

"Get Ravenpaw to help you." Her brother suggested cheekily as he began padding off.

"That's a great idea!" Cinderpaw replied, sprinting off for a moment while Firepaw and Graypaw giggled behind her. She stopped a few paces away from them as realization dawned on her. "Hold on…"

The two trotted happily out of close hearing range from her, settling down in the cool grass beside the tree stump. "So now what?" Firepaw asked the other tom. "Just stay up until something happens?"

The dark gray apprentice shrugged. "We should probably get some sleep too. If there's a war coming, we'll want to be well rested." He glanced at the fern entrance to the den, stifling a yawn. "I could use a few winks right now."

"Why don't we split watch? I'll take first watch, you take second." He tapped the other tom lightly with his tail. "Besides, I'm not that tired right now anyways." 

"Works for me!" Graypaw replied, standing up and stretching out for a moment. "See you in the morning." With that, he pushed past the fronds into the den, leaving Firepaw alone.

The ginger apprentice rested his head lightly on his paws, watching as Cinderpaw lugged squirrels around camp. The rest of camp was quiet, a few warriors and elders sharing tongues in the twilight air while Willowbranch and Dustleap kept a watchful eye on camp. 

It was almost peaceful, but he couldn't find it in him to relax. Every shadow felt like a potential threat, waiting to strike. Until Shadowclan was dealt with, he feared, nothing would feel safe.

[nonbinaryaubrey]

You're totally welcome!! But okay, so with my designs I initially went with pretty typical choices for the main group but decided to switch it up so they could be a bit more unique! I'm also just incredibly autistic about animals anyway so it allowed me to nerd out a bit more for the choices.

So let's get started!

Sunny- A black jewelled gecko. So I'm totally in agreement with Sunny being very cat-like, however, if there was another animal I'd immediately compare him too it would absolutely be a lizard of some kind. Cause lizards are pretty quiet usually, they're kind of alien in a way and thus hard to parse what they're thinking and of course they also have those big ole eyes. So choosing a gecko was pretty easy from there, and when I saw these guys I knew it would be the perfect fit.

Mari- A Yucatan banded gecko. Of course since Sunny is a gecko, Mari had to be one too, but I wanted to take some liberties with these designs so that I didn't just have two of essentially the same character. So I gave myself a rule, for characters that were related they had to be the same animal, but they could be different species. So for Mari, she's also a gecko, which I still feel is pretty relevant to what we knew of her personality. She was a bit strange, fascinated by insects and a bit of a prankster in her youth, and yet I feel this gecko also highlights that she has this beauty and grace to her as well.

Kel- A red fox. So the classic choice for Kel is typically a dog of some kind and I can definitely see why. Dogs are energetic, happy, and extremely loyal and Kel is definitely all those things. The main reason I didn't make him a dog is actually because I think a dog fits another of the characters even better, and I didn't want repeats of the same animals. So for Kel I decided to go with a fox! Foxes are typically portrayed to be clever and sly beasts, but in reality, they're actual total goofballs. They are exceedingly energetic too, and are even a bit mischievous at times. And while I think current Kel grew out of a lot of that, when he was a kid he totally fit the bill of being a troublemaker and so I thought a fox was a pretty fitting alternative.

Hero- A gray fox. So Hero had to be a fox as well, but I decided to make him a gray fox to match his color pattern more. They also are one of the few species of canid that can climb, and I feel like even though Hero has low stamina, he strikes me as the type to climb up in a tree as a way to escape, especially soon after Mari died. And, while Kel is more of the realistic depiction of foxes I feel like Hero would fall more in line with what fiction depicts them as. Maybe not sly, but definitely clever, judging by all the awards and accolades he's received over the years. That sharp wit of his was certainly fitting for a fox so I think it ended up lining up pretty well.

Aubrey- An asian red wolf. Now Aubrey was one of the trickiest ones to decide upon, but she's probably the choice I ended up the most happy with. Typically she's portrayed to be a bunny, since she's so fond of them, and at first I'd made her one too, a hare specifically. But once I started making changes to the others I wanted her to change too, but I was stumped as to what other animal she would be. It evaded me for a while, but in the meantime I watched omori playthroughs, and then it just hit me. Aubrey would be a perfect wolf. Because I was kind of analyzing Aubrey and I came to the conclusion that the friend group she had with the main six was her family in a way. Her mother and father never gave her the love and care she truly needed and her house was never truly a home. But with the main six, she truly felt loved and cared and provided for, they were her family. That's why I feel like it hits her so hard in particular with losing Mari, sure, they were never related, but in a way it felt like she had lost a sister just like Sunny had. And once the friend group broke apart, so did her safe space, so did her family. So what does she do? She finds another home, once again with a group of friends. She can't ever be safe in her house, but she can feel a sense of belonging when she's with a group of friends who love and care for her. And what does that sound like? It sounds like a pack, like she's forming packs because she can't stand being alone, just like a wolf. Additionally i think a wolf fits in making her look both pretty and intimidating and works as a fun contrast to other furry Aubreys, considering wolves eat rabbits. But yeah, I picked the asian red wolf specifically due to its gorgeous fur and the fact that making it pink wouldn't look too far off from it but yeah. As always I have so so many thoughts about Aubrey my beloved.

Basil- A blue merle border collie. So I said earlier that I had a character that fit the role of dog even more so than Kel, and that character would be Basil. The moment I decided to do a furrymori of my own I knew he was going to be a dog and that there was no other option. Here is my reasoning for this. What do people know about dogs? Well, they're undyingly loyal, generally very happy animals, they can't live without people, and most importantly, they love unconditionally. And this describes Basil to a t. Basil is extremely loyal to Sunny, more loyal than most best friends would ever be (see omori ending). And while he isn't always happy, he does always try to portray himself to be, nervously laughing constantly and putting up a forced smile. And Basil absolutely loves unconditionally. He loves Aubrey even when she rejects him and bullies him and nearly kills him. He loves Sunny even when he's responsible for Mari's death, and he still loves him even after he neglects him for four years. He still loves Kel and Hero, even as Kel ignores him and Hero moves away. Despite all of this, he loves them so deeply, without expecting anything in return. And that is truly the embodiment of a dog. (Oh and also the fact that he's extremely codependent, to the point where he "wouldn't be able to survive on his own" even). As for the specific breed, I personally just really like collies, but felt a collie itself would be too big for how little he is, so I decided to go with a border collie. Border collies with their ears and head fluff also kind of form the shape of his hair as well, which makes things easier for me. And the blue merle coat was also more personal preference but also because dogs colored up like this commonly have blue eyes so yeah.

And that's the main six! Still workshopping the hooligans and other primary main characters of the RW cast but there they are! They were a lot of fun to figure out and I'm really happy with all of them. Also so sorry for how late this is, it took me forever to remember the name of the species I based Mari on.

OOOOHH THESE CHOICES R SOO COOL !! love how u decided to go for some non-typical choices for them ..<33 (ESP with sunny and mari with making them non-mammals..!! love geckos and those 2 ones look so cool oogh..) ur reasoning for all of them is so fascinating too... the reason for Aubrey being a wolf.. cries loudly.... AWAUUGH.. and OOGGHGH i never. even considered that for basil. but waow.. that fits. SUPER well omg .. i love that so much oogh,,

👍👍👍i love all these choices sm.. so swag.. if u come up for things for any other characters id love to hear :D!!!

[jaybug-jabbers]

I want to chatter about bugs todayyyyy

So, last night I was on my usual evening walk, staring at the ground as you do (keeping an eye out for any bugs I didn't recognize, or any Very Good Toads or Froggos). And it's terribly dim and I see a fast-moving critter I think is an earwig, but then I see it pop up into the air for a bit before quickly landing again, and I think ho, this probably isn't an earwig. I snap a quick photo with my phone using the flash and when I get home I see it's this little dude. And I look him up and learn it's a webspinner.

I was very excited since I'd never seen it before. Looked up info about them and they are a fascinating species. Very elusive little things that normally live in damp hidy-holes inside networks of webs they spin. They live in loose colonies and they actually spin silk from their front legs! Here's a cute mini-documentary about them. This one here is a male since it has wings. He won't live long, he's just looking to mate and die.

Anyway that was super cool to find. Another story I have from yesterday, well apparently about a month ago my mom brought some potted plants into her bedroom. And yesterday her bathroom counter was covered in dozens of itty bitty baby mantises. She'd accidentally brought a mantis egg case into her room!

Less than a quarter-inch long little babbies. I carefully released them outside in the garden. God they're cute. Was tempted to raise some but I don't know how to raise the little guys, I would need to do proper research first, so I just let them go.

Speaking of the garden, my brother saw a grasshopper on the squash plant the other day:

Most likely a gray bird grasshopper. They're quite pretty to look at.

The cat also found a grub in the house (guessing it hitch-hiked on mom's potted plants as well)

An image search says this is a cutworm of some sort, probably a black cutworm. Guess I shouldn't have released it near the garden lol but oh well, it was in the tambark only slightly near the vegetables, it's probably done feeding anyway and just wants to nap and metamorphize. Probably.

Also here's another shot of the very pale mantises I find during my nightwalks on the sidewalks, looking for bugs drawn to the streetlights.

Okay that's enough bugs for one post

[voidsentprinces]

When Zenos finally shows up at the end of this 10 year arc:

Warrior of Light: SO! You're FINALLY BACK after like…seven more apocalypti. How was your WALK!?

Zenos: Got a little too excited and got a little lost. Turns out by consuming the last bit of the Mothercrystal, some…side effects happened.

-The Aetherstream-

Zenos: …I was made to believe there would be an entire life stream of souls just sitting around. WHERE IS EVERYONE!

Shade: Hello. Names Davyd, I was a book man.

Zenos: Didn't ask. But alright.

Shade: And I am saaaaaaad.

Zenos: Oh…JESUS!

Shade: Who?

Present Day Z: Turns out, I was stuck in the aetherstream playing judge, jury, and executioner with all the souls me and the Ascian's chaos destroyed.

Zenos: Soooo…you didn't have a TONNE of friends.

Davyd: I think it was because I was ugly.

Zenos: Mmm…probably?

Davyd: Oh.

Zenos: But who gives a fuck. That just means the people you did business with, were clients for YOU! Not for some other bullshit reason.

Davyd: Oh. OH SHIT YOU RIGHT! THANKS MAN! fades

Zenos: Well…that was weird.

Shade: HEeeeeEeeeEeyyy…

Zenos: Hello?

Shade: I'm Jaquas, a Serpent of Gridania

Zenos: OOooooooooh….

Jaquas: and I don't want to be racist BUUUUUT!

Zenos: SHEEEEEEEEETTTTT!!!

Present Day Z: And my only way out was bringing peace to these dead souls.

2 Expansions Later

Shade: And I'd just…get SO angry every time I saw a cat girl kiss another cat girl.

Zenos: You ever think that was because YOU wanted to BE the CAT GIRL! Because if you Fantasia somehow your Warrior buddies from Ishgard would think less of you?

Shade: Ah…AH SHIT!

Zenos: YEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!

Shade: …you wanna make out?

Zenos: I don't date patients.

Shade: That's fair fades

Zenos: NEXT!

4 expansions later

Present Day Z: Started actually getting half good at it.

Shade: So he resented me because I never made time for him, unless I asked?

Zenos: BINGO! Cause if it REALLY MATTERED! You'd of made time for him…between the crippling Triple Triad addiction of course.

Shade: DAMN! fades

Zenos: NEXT!

Shade: Don't know why she was angry. I told her, I'd be happy no matter what she chose!

Zenos: Look lady, she wasn't looking for a yes person. She was looking for a PARTNER! You are together to make hard choices together! Not just be a CRUTCH!

Shade: AH SHIT!

Zenos: NEXT!

Shade: I don't get it my schoolmates are all interested in other gender but I--

Zenos: Have you ever heard of the gray spectrum of the Pride Cavalry? Asexuality is welcome there. Here this pamphlet might help out!

Shade: OH SHIT! Thanks man.

Zenos: Do not THANK the man who got you MURDERED! NEXT!

Zenos: People wouldn't of disrespected you for glamouring into a moogle head and a bright pink dress. THEY WOULD OF WORSHIPPED THE GROUND YOU WALK ON!

Present Day Z: Turns out like…a third of them just hadn't realized they could just glamour into dresses or pants suits and the world would actually love them for it.

Zenos: And again, that's why your relationships kept failing…BILLBOARD.

Zenos: Dude, you are ALLOWED to love S.C.I.O.N.S. that much, it was a GOOD show!

Zenos: YOU'RE GAY! Halone ISN'T STRAIGHT…I think?

Zenos: Getting mad at Allagan Projecting Media made for teenage lasses was dumb then AND ITS DUMB NOW!

Zenos: Do not mistake youthful selfishness for GENUINE malice. No one wasn't a little shit when they were 16 winters in and at least one calamity deep.

Zenos: YOU LITTLE SHIT!

Zenos: Yoooooooouuuu…

Shade of Z: …….

Zenos: …

Shade of Z: …are WE a BAD person?

Zenos: Weeeeeellll…lets start with that time we killed a bunch of Domans for SPORT!

Shade of Z: We WERE pretty MAD at DAD that day…

Present Day Z: And then I spent the next 4 years on THAT…

Warrior of Light: Couldn't you of just killed them all?

Zenos: AH! I TRIED!…ESPECIALLY ON ME.