#and Mouse headbutts him

[bo-bo-bean]

[witherby]

Continuation of the biting baby, y/n as a toddler somehow developed the habit of headbutting people in the gut but not bruce. He still gets bit but aye, he's not alone anymore lmao

(Baby has to be put in air jail almost everyday buy the moment they're out they headbutt the person who placed them in air jail as hard as possible)

(Also just in case people doesn't know what air jail is,u just hold the baby/animal In the air with ur hand)

A pattern is forming. I think you all want Mouse to be a violent baby.

Including me, so —

The Littlest Wayne: Air Jail

"AHH! SHI-AHhhghh sugarhoneyicetea..."

Bruce lifts his eyes from his newspaper and looks at the couch, waiting for the inevitable. Like clockwork a pair of hands shoot into the air, with you as prisoner, and you start complaining and windmilling your limbs. The hands holding you are encased in leather; Jason must have been the victim then.

"Mousey, I'm workin' with two broken ribs and a concussion," the man complains, jostling you for emphasis. You squeal, giggling. "You cannot keep running into me with that thick little noggin at full speed. I felt a third rib crack upon impact. You're killing me. You're killing your brother. I'm gonna die again."

"Wanna!" You insist, back to windmilling. "Down! Jay-Jay, down!"

"No down. You get Air Jail 'till you say sorry and promise not to headbutt me again."

"I sowwy..." You whine, jutting your bottom lip out for emphasis. "Down, p'ease."

"Jesus Christ, the puppy dog eyes are lethal. I — ugh. You gotta say you won't headbutt me anymore. No more headbutt, okay?"

Your eyes start to water. Bruce watches you sink back down, vanishing behind the back of the couch, and snorts into his paper. He lets out a full laugh when Jason cries out a minute later. You've struck again.

"WE HAD A DEAL. Get over here, you're going back to Air Jail."

You shriek with delight, toddling away as fast as your chubby legs will allow. Jason, as injured as he is, actually can't catch up to you before you spot your dad and make the motion for Uppies.

"Daddy!" You cry. Bruce sets the paper aside and scoops you up.

"Are you being naughty?" He asks. You grin and hide your face in his shoulder. "Uh oh. Maybe I'll let Jay put you back in Air Jail — OW?"

He winces and your peals of laughter ring right next to his head. You open your mouth to bite him again, but he's the one to lift you into the air this time. "Daddy! Down!"

"I'm calling the police," Bruce deadpans, dropping into the Batman Voice. "Your rampant string of crime has gone unchecked for too long. Victims are piling up left and right. You've headbutt all your brothers this week, and Uncle Hal, and Titus. How Grandpa is escaping your tyranny is a mystery, but it's time to turn you over to the law."

"No powice, daddy!"

"Yes powice, child."

Bruce stands up and carries you into the day room, lowering you down into an extra tall play pen.

"Time out for five minutes."

You pout and cross your tiny arms, glaring at the ground.

"Don't wike, daddy. Want out."

"Yeah, well Daddy doesn't like getting bitten like a cookie, and your brothers don't like taking your skull to their bodies at high speeds. We want our skin free from bruises and teeth marks."

"Ha-ha," Jason teases from the doorway, pointing at you. "Get got, criminal!"

Your pouting intensifies. You reach out to Jason and make small whining noises.

"Want out. Want Jay-Jay, p'ease! Jay-Jay!"

The smug little smirk fades from Jason quick, turning into something fond and pitying.

"....I mean...c'mon, B, they're three. Five whole minutes?"

Bruce rolls his eyes. "This is why we haven't been able to curb this behavior yet. You can't fall for big eyes and a please every time —"

You hitch a little sob, and like a wet paper bag, Bruce folds.

"Maybe I'm being a tad harsh. They're three years old..."

[manikas-whims]

LADS Men & the type of cats they are

in honor of the new quad banner ♡

RAFAYEL (Nyafayel)

🐾 picky eater, will not eat dry food and will make a yucky face at canned food, wants you to cook proper meals everyday, and wants you to diversify the meals

🐾 will knock over every article from your work desk, bedside table, kitchen counter, etc. while looking right into your eyes with his most defiant and naughty “try me” expression 😌

🐾 usually chill but will want all your attention in the presence of others; be it cats or humans..clingy af at night..will howl outside your room’s door until you let him in and let him sleep with you in bed..

🐾 also the type to wail when you leave him alone at home to go to work, and immediately smothers you with licks and rubs the moment you come back

🐾 hisses at water, will accidentally scratch you when you try to give him a bath..yet at the same time, enjoys being pampered..he's the type who sees you doing makeup & wants you to put it on him as well 🎀

XAVIER (Catvier)

🐾 a lazy cat (cats do sleep around 16~18 hours)..one of those who fall into a deep slumber and you're just left shaking and calling him, concerned..and then he just lazily yawns and looks at you with the most innocent, confused gaze 🥺

🐾 slow blinks at you at random moments to express how much he loves you..also rubs his head against your legs and purrs, wraps tail around your leg,..kinda territorial, hisses if you smell like someone else..

🐾 loves food, is kind of a glutton..you need to stop feeding him..just because he meows sadly at you every hour doesn't mean he's hungry

🐾 does those weird cat things like sleep in awful postures, might stand on two feet and stare at you n do other weird shit lol

🐾 hates being toyed with but will immediately jump at the laser pointer lol..really sharp at spotting house lizards and mouse..will immediately catch them (topple alot of stuff in the process) and bring them to you as gifts

ZAYNE (Zaynyan)

🐾 is a gentleman and doesn't disturb you..sits nearby while you work so he can easily climb into your lap and offer comfort if you start feeling stressed or tired

🐾 not very vocal but there are days when he really wants affection, and on those days, he silently approaches you, headbutts you and meows softly, patiently waiting for you to pet him 🥺

🐾 not a talkative kitty but responds to everything you say..you call his name and he'll meow with affection, you ask if he's hungry and replies with a soft yet prolonged meow, you ask if wants to play and he meows cheerfully

🐾 very well-behaved, loves self-grooming but also never bothers you when it comes to bathing and grooming..sits like a good boy even when you're trimming his nails

🐾 does the most perfect loaf, may climb onto your belly when you're lying down and loaf onto your belly lol..is a baker kitty and will start kneading when he's feeling extra affectionate

SYLUS (Meowlus)

🐾 an outdoor kitty, sometimes disappears for a day or two and just when you start feeling a little concerned, he’s tiptoeing back in through the flap in your door..may be covered in dirt or even small nicks and cuts from fights he picks with the strays

🐾 makes you chase him around the house the moment he realises you're going to give him a bath..but the moment he's put in the tub, he's actually enjoying it..might cozy up there for far longer than necessary

🐾 very confident..do not yell at him for anything because he will growl and snarl back..doesn't like it when you scold him..also the type to catch mice n other small animals but he likes toying with them for fun 😭

🐾 there are days when you come across him meowing along to some tune..he's a talented singer, also likes to sing his meows when you're preparing his meal

🐾 will not let you pet him much..like he'll let you stroke his fur for a while and then suddenly when he gets overwhelmed by it, he will bite your hand lol (my cat does this sometimes 😭) actually likes play-biting

thank you @irandial ♡ for suggesting Zayne’s kitty name

» MASTERLIST «

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

close to you . .

just like me, they long to be. .

" what the hell are you doing ?"

you look away from your screen to stare at your boyfriend from beneath the mountain of pillows you’re laying under. there are snacks ranging from sweet to salty strewn all around your bed and a spot right next to you saved specifically for him.

you raise a brow " i’m watching my show." you state. katsuki’s eye twitches. he stalks towards you slowly, menacingly, like he’s waiting for the perfect opportunity to pounce at you. you shove your chin and nose underneath your blankets.

"you’re watching our show. " he corrects, squinting at you "you’re watching. our show." he reiterates.

"katsu-"

" our show. an’ yer fuckin’ watching it without me." he glares daggers into your fucking soul and with the rage of a thousand suns as he spits the words out like they had somehow caused him harm.

"you said i could start without you last time !" you defend weakly. he rolls his eyes as he stomps over to you and climbs into your bed "yeah, last time, but this ain’t last fuckin’ time, dumbass." he growls. you whine when he lifts up your blankets and the cold air nips at you. "oh shut up, big baby, weren’t whinin’ when ya decided ta watch the one show you know we watch together." his words are mean but he scoots impossibly closer to you

you scoot over to make some extra space for him so he can lay down comfortably before squeezing yourself right next to him again. “you’re the one who said, and i quote ‘ i could give less of a shit about this stupid show, just don’t have anything better to do” he scrunches his nose at your crude impression of him. “ i don’t fuckin’ sound like that.”

“it’s what you sound like to me.” you retort.

he growls, nipping at your ear which causes you to let out a giggle mixed with a little squeal “needa get yer fuckin’ ears checked then.”

“i just started anyway. i can just rewind it” you lean forward to place your mouse back to the beginning and plop back on your pillow with a groan. katsuki snorts. “ i was gonna wait for you, but you were taking too long” you mumble out already invested in the images on screen.

katsuki knocks his forehead against the side of your head softly then also turns his attention to the screen. “ it’s shitty hair’s fault” he gruffs out “fucker kept on yappin’ about whatever the fuck, couldn’t leave.”

you fake gasp in shock. pretending to be hurt you place a hand on your chest and look at him wide eyed. he raises a brow “wow. i can’t believe you like kirishima more than me.” you turn your nose up at him and hold back a laugh when you see his expression morph from confused to straight up insulted.

“where the fuck d’you get that from?!” you can’t keep up the façade when you see his face and burst out laughing, his facial expressions are seriously something else. he relaxes slightly but he still doesn’t look amused. “i’m just joking. i know you just wanted to be nice” you reassure, his face relaxes and his shoulders sag as he releases a frustrated sigh. “you know, since he’s your friend.”

he cracks his head to look at you, wide eyed and brows furrowed he shoves his head against yours so hard he basically headbutts you. you let out a little yelp and laugh “don’t even start with that ! fucker ain’t my friend." he spits the word friend like it tastes gross in his mouth, it makes you laugh even harder. “right~” you sing.

you think things have calmed down after a little bit, your both watching your show, then katsuki suddenly knocks his forehead against your head again.

“hey.” he mumbles. you blink up at him waiting for him to finish. he chews at his lip and looks towards the screen then looks back at you, cheeks turning pink.

"ya know i don’t…like him more than you, right..?"

you tilt your head "who ?" you ask. he grunts like speaking is physically challenging, his face turning redder by the second “shitty hair. don’t like ‘im more than you." his eyes dart away then focus back on yours " don’t like anyone more than you."

you feel your cheeks flush and you suddenly feel extremely warm and giddy. you giggle and his cheeks darken in color "where's this coming from?" you chortled. he scoffs at you and pokes you in the stomach, turning back to the look at the screen to avoid your mushy warm loving gaze. "fuckin'—nowhere ! m'not allowed to…fuckin—!" he fumbles around for what to say. you decide to spare him and place your hands on his scorching cheeks, he struggles a little bit (barely) but let's you turn his head towards you, he pouts at you, trying his best to look intimidating but he just looks like a angry little kicked puppy.

"m'just teasing you , suki" you're rubbing his cheek with your thumb and his eyebrows stay furrowed despite him leaning into your touch "i know you don't like him more than me, if you did, i don't think you'd be here" he rolls his eyes and bites at the palm of your hand. you chuckle "i don't like anyone more than you, either" you're sure there are hearts in your eyes as you speak, you hope he can see them.

" 'f course you don’t." he mumbles out the words into your palms fast without missing a beat, it tickles. he smirks into your hand when he sees you roll your eyes at him, he truly is a little shit.

"don't like nobody more than you." he proclaims quietly, closing his eyes, his long lashes brushing against his cheeks.

"yeah" you purr, the hearts in your eyes spread all around your body to the tips of your fingers and toes, it makes you warm and soft, and so fond of him. you don't like anybody more than katsuki, you can't. not when he opens his eyes and gazes at you with burning cheeks but hearts in his eyes and you hope the ones in yours spread all around his body too, because his have started to intermingle with yours, coursing through your veins.

"yeah." you sigh, " yeah me neither."

you can't like anyone more than you do katsuki as you watch your show together.

@slashersl0t i wrote this thanks to you twin <3 !

[gynandromorph]

god this shit took forever to sketch. another NofNA emulation comic. it reminds me of the midterms in secretary, for obvious reasons, but Legend is sort of an inverse secretary situation, where she is exceptional at fighting, but wants to write.

let me see what i can remember...

PS, the blue-eyed black lemur, has been friends with Legend since their mutual first season at college, as mentioned above her reference sketch... they probably became more friendly after being paired up to peer edit each others' work. PS has since graduated from college and works as a markscraft. Legend frequently commissions PS to scribe for her, not only because they are friends, but because PS is one of the few markscrafts in the area who isn't a rodent. many primates go into law or medicine. mainly Legend commissions notetaking in classes -- she is too insecure to share her stories. PS has a more relaxed, informal personality, and i tried to get that across -- i think it's relevant to why she decided to become a markscraft instead of pursuing more intense study. still, i also tried to get across that they are good friends, not just scribe and customer, particularly with the amount of touching that PS does. the impulse to touch and groom is probably innate for her as a primate. there isn't as much information about her species, but in ring-tailed lemurs, lemurs usually only groom based on the strongest bonds, rather than more communal aggregate grooming as a sort of social currency. i honestly don't know what PS would need to note during finals, but i think Legend just Wanted her there anyway.

the bird, DL, fighting the squirrel, GG, is a grey shrike. i imagine him as an average student in the middle of his education, but i think he is in the class for combat purposes, because pressure point manipulation can be incredibly powerful, more so if from a less expected species like a bird.

mr. deciding is a much more serious, no-nonsense teacher, possibly due to his specialty. when you're teaching students how to explode a kidney with a handshake, you probably just play it safe and try to put the fear of god into them before any kidneys get exploded. i wanted this class to have a much heavier emphasis on safety of the participants than the class in secretary, with a more focused goal than "who can beat the shit out of each other better." i think the goal of fighting to show off knowledge here is still Fucking Insane, but it's just. their culture, i guess. you can technically "move" your pressure points, so being able to defend yourself by utilizing this knowledge can also show off what you've retained. the mouse next to him is a proctor, who is an extra teacher brought in to judge and often write for another teacher, but primarily as a peacekeeper and bouncer. in classes where a student can theoretically totally disable a teacher by just touching them once, the precaution is seen as necessary. the mouse is probably a combat-oriented point invocation instructor.

the mandrill, MK, is a first-season or first-year student -- i assume that one class, from midterms to finals, is a season, as secretary seems to start near autumn. midterms have snow, and finals are during early spring. anyway, that's tangential. i think he's very new to the educational system. i pictured him as a medical student. in his fighting style, i made him more defensive; he doesn't really know nearly as much about attacking an opponent in a fight. he does think at least about his opponent's most immediate reactions, but doesn't have enough experience with fighting to think ahead to the degree that Legend does. you can see him make the same mistake that Legend did against Machinations, which disables his non-dominant hand. needless to say, he will probably always be aware of headbutt proximity now. he attempts to use two factures in the fight within a style meant to evoke debilitating vertigo by manipulating the connection between the occular, vestibular, and proprioceptive systems. it's obvious that he created the style from his medical classes. it is fairly empty as far as styles go. interrupted facture: nystagmus, which causes the world to spin around the opponent by involuntarily twitching the eyes back and forth. second facture: strabismus, which misaligns the pupils, primarily impeding aim. denied by Legend because a honey badger does not rely on vision or a vestibular system as much as a primate does -- not something he really considered when making the style. factures that never ended up being used: pursuit, which forces the target to follow a spinning image of themselves instead of looking where they should; and mask's lasting, which forcibly initiates saccadic masking, suppressing the intake of new visual information altogether.

the large bird is a bateleur. the mouse is just a regular house mouse. the lizard is an ornate sandveld lizard. the opponent of the lizard is a common mole-rat, also called an african mole-rat (even though most species of mole-rats live in africa). the monkey god i'm not super sure but i believe it's just a vervet monkey. the other mouse is also a common house mouse.

GG is a second-year student, which is the last year for a rodent. i think she's been kind of aimless -- she thinks incredibly fast as a squirrel, and finds solving problems in the moment to be a much more successful endeavor than trying to plan ahead. she doesn't worry about the future and doesn't ruminate on the past much. she's aware that she isn't the best ever and doesn't apply herself as much as others, but it also doesn't particularly bother her. kind of ironic, given the aesop she slops onto Legend after the fight. i imagine that she will eventually choose the name Serendipity. i tried to write her lack of foresight, but compensatory quick thinking in both fights. like the shrike, GG is a combat-oriented student. the style she briefly introduces at the beginning is called fanciful flower's delightful blight. it is based on the deadly nightshade flower and its berries -- which are toxic, obviously, and a hallucinogenic. squirrels flick their tails for many reasons, and the most common reason is simply a default flicking to attract predators. their tails are designed to "deglove" easily; if a predator lunges for their tail, which is the moving part of them, the skin and fur will tear off, and the squirrel can escape. delightful blight utilizes the attention-grabbing flicking of the squirrel's tail as a nightshade plant to induce a trance-like state. the berries represent temptations so much more pleasing than what you ought to focus on. a nice berry and a flower to smell are so much nicer than struggling in a fight. even when you resist them, they linger in your mind, and "plant seeds" when the berry falls as self-restraint is worn down over repeated abstinence from the temptation. factures induce hallucinations and nausea. she primarily uses the base rodent style to fight Legend here, but also uses base squirrel style twists, which include more acrobatics, backflipping, and contortions.

the two things that really catch Legend off-guard use limbs that she doesn't have, and most opponents don't have -- elbows long enough to use defensively, and a long, rope-like tail. she is otherwise supposed to be fairly adept at analyzing what an opponent will do, usually a few steps ahead, related to her ability to fabricate narratives quickly. you can see her also come up with a lie for kicking GG fairly quickly... she was going to say the impulse was in her legs because she was trying to move away from GG's strike.

anyway if any part of this fight is like... unfathomable i can probably explain. i've already been typing for way too long, lmfao

[fawnwilde]

I Want To ✮⋆˙

Kieran Duffy x reader

rating: all audiences

The gang isn't all that nice to the ex-O'driscoll, but he's never been anything but nice to you. After Sean headbutts Kieran, you decide to go fishing with him to make him feel better.

content warning: f reader, completely sfw, fluff, bbg on bbg crime (sean hurting kieran), love confessions, slight angst, but mostly fluff, kieran deserves the world

word count: 2.5k

You may not be the sharpest, but even you knew that Kieran Duffy was no O'driscoll.

Sure, when Arthur brought him back to the gang in Colter, he sure looked like an O'driscoll. Green scarf, dark clothes, slight expression of fear when met with the consequences of his actions.

But it was soon enough made clear to you that this strange little man was not like the other O'driscoll's you'd had the displeasure of meeting.

You're a relatively new member of the Van Der Linde gang yourself, joining alongside your friend and hunting partner Charles a few months back. In the short time, you had gained some trust from being handy with both a bow and a gun, and from your sense of loyalty. But that loyalty was being tested every time you watched the others pick on the poor boy.

Initially, you held the same indifference to the man as the other girls did. He hadn't slighted any of you personally, but he was an O'driscoll. It was a general rule that anyone wearing the signature green scarf was no-one worth your sympathy. With all the hatred towards the Irish gang, you assumed the one captured in Colter would be an evil, bloodthirsty little snake.

Boy, were you shocked when you were met with the sight of the frowning, whining man tied to the tree.

Since arriving in Horseshoe Overlook, the man was being held prisoner. Strictly not allowed the bare necessities, and bullied and tortured to gather information. But really, anyone with eyes could see he wasn't the kind of man who needed to be broken. If he knew anything, he would have snitched the moment they pulled down his pants and threatened to geld him.

You quickly began to pity him.

He really wasn't a threat, being half the size of Bill and as frightened as a mouse in a sawmill. Whenever you passed him, he would beg for water while adamantly denying his involvement in the O'driscolls business.

It took you less than day to cave.

When night fell, your conscious had gotten to you. Leaving your tent, you crept around in the dark until you found him, tied to the tree like a mutt. As your feet crunched against the grass, his head shot up in fear. But his eyes softened as he saw it was you approaching him, not one of the men.

You wordlessly came to his side, lifting his chin with one hand while you brought a tin cup of water to his lips with the other. He gulped it down greedily, with such eagerness you were amazed he didn't choke.

He sighed in relief after emptying the cup, his eyes meeting yours in the low light of the distant campfire.

"T-thank you very much, miss." He breathed, his face more relaxed now in your presence.

You smiled slightly, stepping back from him and nodding in satisfaction over your good deed. You turned to leave again, anxious to not be seen "consorting with the enemy".

"What- uh, what's yer name, miss. I-if you don't m-mind me asking, that is!" He whispers, not wanting to lose the presence of his only sympathiser.

You stop, turning to look over your shoulder. At his sad eyes, you offered him a half smile, giving him your name.

He whispers it, almost like he was trying to see memorise it. He smiles, his usually dimmed eyes looking a tiny bit livelier, "T-thank you, again. Oh, my name's Kieran, b-by the way. Kieran Duffy."

"It's nice to meet you, Kieran. You get some rest now, if you can."

You turn away again, leaving the strange man to watch you walk away, a wistful smile on his grimy face.

He couldn't remember the last time someone thought it was nice to meet him.

Today, just like every other day, you found yourself feeling sorry for Kieran Duffy.

He had finally been allowed the freedom to wander camp, after saving Arthur's life. You were immensely happy about that, as Mr Morgan had become a dear friend of yours since joining the gang.

Though, despite this gallant deed, most people still treated him poorly. Bill would often threaten to finally take his balls, Micah would spit at his feet, Dutch would sneer whenever he passed. The best members of the gang would simply ignore him, which you could tell Kieran was appreciative of.

He seemed just content to be breathing, doing his little chores taking care of the horses and polishing saddles.

You yourself were content to leave him to his own space, but you tried to offer him kindness where you could.

If you passed him in camp, you would nod or greet him, a simple 'good morning' or 'good afternoon' before going about the rest of your day. It cost you nothing, except maybe the respect of Bill or Micah.

Oh, the horror!

Truly, it cost you nothing, but you were rewarded by Kieran brightening up immediately. A shy smile would appear in his face, his shoulders shifting away from his ears for a moment. He always responded, stammering words softly, his hands fidgeting with whatever he was holding as you passed him.

It was almost... cute. You tried to ignore the slight flutter in your chest whenever he locked eyes with you.

You were expecting to do this again today, if only Sean hadn't decided to be a prick for no reason. I mean, come on, he's been back for mere hours and already causing a commotion.

The sun was high in the sky as you chatted with Charles, talking about a nearby heard of deer you could hunt. Your attention drifted when you heard Sean call out for someone, and you internally sighed as Kieran stumbled over to him. Like an eager dog to heel. A gut feeling told you what would happen, but you were still shocked and disturbed when the Irishman headbutted poor Kieran and sent him to the floor.

Charles called after you as you swiftly walked over to the scene.

"…Our old neighbour back in Donegal was called O'driscoll. And we couldn't stand him neither." Sean sneered. You came to a stop beside the two, a frown on your face as you saw Kieran touch his bleeding nose.

Sean chuckles, and you make eye contact with him.

"What's wrong, lass? Want me to pull him back to his feet so you can get a lick in?"

"You can be a right piece of work sometimes, MacGuire." You sigh, swatting at him. You liked him, he was a good laugh, but he was always up for a fight. He'd scrap with a raging bull if it looked at him wrong.

Sean winks, huffing at you with a grin. He tosses his bottle down at Kieran without a second glance, sauntering away without a care in the world.

Your attention drifts back down to the man, who looks down at the blood in his palm before looking up. Once again, his gaze softens noticing. He seems almost... embarrassed about being seen like this by you.

"Come on." You say, your voice gentle as you offer your hand, "Let's get you cleaned up."

Kieran's eyes widen, looking around at the others who milled about. A few people watched with curiosity, and it made Kieran shrink slightly, looking back to the ground with a frown.

"You d-don't have to do that, miss..."

"I want to."

He looks up, eyes wide and surprised. His eyes search yours for any sign of insincerity, or deception, but he finds none. He nods, taking your hand and letting you pull him up.

Ignoring the glare from Bill, the judgment from Karen, the curious confusion Charles, you keep Kieran's hand in yours, pulling him gently away from the centre of camp.

Kieran spent most of his time on the outskirts of camp.

The horses are kept there, which is the main reason why you suppose, but you know he also feels unwelcome, and eats and sleeps away from everyone else.

You relate to that, you and Charles kept to yourselves when you first joined. But now, as you both came to the outskirts, you were saddened to see his bedroll on the floor and looking as isolated as Kieran himself was.

The man in question followed behind you as you lead him further from camp, almost tripping over his feet in his eagerness to follow you and bring as little attention to himself as possible. You turned to look back at him as you arrived at the horses, finding his head hanging and his unoccupied hand twitching at his side.

You gently unclasp your hand from his, amused as he keeps holding your loose fingers. You chuckle, startling him as he looks back up at you, clearly lost in thought. He looks down at your intertwined hands, dropping yours swiftly like he was burnt by it.

"Oh, I'm- I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hold onto you like that. That was weird of me..."

"It's fine, Kieran." You say with smile, turning back to get your horse ready.

He moved automatically, grabbing your saddle with ease and putting it on your horse, doing your job for you. You watched with a raised eyebrow, unused to someone doing something so menial for you.

Once he was satisfied, he blinked at the horse, then at you, "Where are ya going, miss?"

You laugh, "We are going down to the lake to clean you up."

He gawks, blinking at you and nervously touching his fingers to his battered face.

"Oh, you really don't have to do all that." He reasons, shaking his head, "You- you've already been so nice to me. No need for you to keep going out yer way-"

"Kieran. I want to." You reiterate.

That shuts him up. He stares at you, an expression you were unfamiliar with on his face. You try to ignore it as you grab his own saddle for him.

Like a bolt of lightening, he rushes to grab it, causing you to stifle your laugh against your hand, an all too familiar flutter appearing in your chest.

The sun was starting to set as you sat on the wooden doc by the lake, gently dragging a damp cloth over the drying blood on Kieran’s cheek.

He sat stock still beside you, nervously picking at his nails. His eyes kept flickering from your face to the ground, to the sky to the water, almost making you dizzy just to watch.

Every time your fingers brushed against his cheek, he blushed harder, taking uneven breaths like he was doing it manually.

You were trying to keep your face straight, fighting a laugh and an affectionate smile, hoping not to draw too much attention to his discomfort.

“I'm almost done, don't worry.” You reassure.

“O-oh, okay.” He says quietly, and you can sense a bit of disappointment in his tone.

You place the rag back in its bowl, leaning closer to him to get a look at the cut on his nose. His eyes widen a fraction, and he seems to stop breathing, like he was avoiding any movement that might startle you.

With slow movements, you inspect the cut, before sitting back, “I don't think it’ll need to be stitched or anything. I'll grab you some salve from Strauss to stop it getting infected.”

“Thank you.” Kieran whispers.

You smile, taking a breath and looking over the water.

“So, fishing?” You ask as you stand, turning from him “I don't have a rod but I’m happy just sitting with you.”

You hear Kieran stand up behind you, but he makes no more movement, remaining silent for a moment. The water ripples around you, and birds chirp nearby.

"I don't think yer fella would appreciate me taking so much of yer time." Kieran jokes, but there's a sad lilt to his voice.

You laugh, looking over your shoulder and raising an eyebrow, "My fella?"

"Y-yeah, Mr Smith?" Kieran says softly, his expression morphing into confusion.

"Oh, honey, no. Me and Charles are just friends, have been for years." You chuckle, walking further along the dock to watch the setting sun.

Kieran just stares at you, his cheeks flushed, his face flushing even more.

You called him 'honey'.

That shouldn't have broken his brain as much as it did. You were always calling people 'honey', it was just a way of referring to your friends. Sadie, Abigail, Hosea, etcetera. If you referred to him that way, maybe you consider him a friend.

Hell, he just wants to mean anything to you.

You've noticed his quietness, turning to see if maybe he had fallen into the water or something. But no, he's just stood there, fishing rod limp in his loose grip, eyes on your face.

"What? Got some dirt on me or something?" You chuckle.

Kieran blinks, shaking his head, but still silent.

Growing concerned, you take a step closer, "Kieran?"

"Yer so beautiful."

You blink. He said it so softly, just an exhale, his face unchanging as he watches your face like one watches the moon. The sincerity catches you off guard. He didn't say it like he was flirting, just stating a fact.

There's that feeling in your chest again.

The moment snaps as Kieran realises what he said. His eyes widen in panic, looking away from you and taking a couple of steps away.

"I- I am so sorry, I shouldn't have said that... please forget that, I-I'm so, so sorry." He stammers, shaking his head.

He looks ready to turn tail and run away, so you walk towards him. Possibly too suddenly, as Kieran flinches and inhales sharply. Perhaps thinking you would berate him, or strike him.

But no, you reached forward and took his hand in yours.

This only furthers his confusion. He looks down at your hand, so soft compared to his calloused, slightly clammy one. When he looks into your eyes, you notice they're slightly watery.

“Don't be sorry, Kieran. Please don't ever be sorry with me. You ain't done nothing wrong.” You say, squeezing his hand.

“You… you deserve better than someone like me…” Kieran sighs, moving as if he was going to extract his hand.

You don't let him, tugging him closer so you can cup his face with your other hand. He immediately melts into your touch, sighing audibly. His facial hair is surprisingly soft, and his blue eyes sparkle like the lake behind you as he looks down at you.

Your eyes move down to his lips, and he grows shy again.

"Oh, miss." Kieran sighs, leaning into your touch eagerly, but his expression remained doubtful, "You... you don't have to..."

You smile, brushing your thumb over his cheek.

His eyes widen slightly as you lean in. His lips are warm and chapped when you press them to yours. When you pull back, a soft sigh escapes him.

"Like I said." You whisper, pressing another kiss to his cheek, "I want to."

AN/ i literally love this silly little guy so much i'm unwell

[sphylor]

just saw a vid of a kitten walking back and forth on a piano and got to thinking

what does kitty dew do with his instrument or other instruments?? does he remember how to play it (maybe muscle memory?) or does he get all fascinated and like… amazed, when rain got the guitar out and sing for him?? and then he tries to like… pluck the strings but forget that he has claws or something…

could just be hc or a fluffy ficlet if you would be so kind to write it 😊😊

aa sorry this has been sitting in my asks for so long but i hope you like it!! ft. kitty Dew and cg Rain

(Dew does get a little scared and there are a few tears but it all works out fine in the end)

Dew tilted his head at the acoustic guitar sitting in Rain's lap. He had slipped in the ghoul den by himself and gone off to find his favourite water ghoul, following the melodic sounds coming from his room. He was sat on his bed plucking at the strings on the guitar, humming a little tune to himself. Rain stopped playing and lifted his head at the sound of the door opening. When he saw Dew standing in the doorway with his head tilted to the side and the blue mouse toy dangling from his mouth, he smiled wide and moved the guitar from his lap to make space for the fire ghoul.

"Hey, kitty. You okay?"

Dew rushed further into the room and climbed onto Rain's lap, purring and rubbing his cheek against the water ghoul's broad chest. He went to headbutt his chin but Rain pulled away slightly and reached out behind him for something.

"We can't have those pesky horns of your's skewering me." Rain said as he produced a hat with little bunny ears from behind him.

Dew chirped happily as he let Rain put it on his head, instinctively glamouring his horns away. He moved back in to gently headbutt Rain after it was secured in place and Rain graciously accepted the affection. As he was turning his head to rub his other cheek against Rain, Dew's eyes caught sight of the guitar again and he stilled. Rain peered down at the ghoul and watched his expression turn from happy and content to curious.

He reached out and ran his fingers across the strings. They made a funny noise when he did so he tried again but harder this time and the noise became louder.

Rain smiled but pinched his eyebrows together with slight concern. "Just be careful, Dew. Your claws might-"

PING

Dew jumped back and hissed as one of the strings snapped. Rain winced and the fire ghoul must have noticed as he stopped hissing and began to shrink in on himself.

"Hey, its okay. It was just an accident. I'm not upset." Rain scooped him up in his arms at the first sign of tears. He stroked the back of his head and held him close. "Its fixable. We can go restring it together later, yeah?"

Dew sniffled and nodded in Rain's arms. He peeked out of Rain's embrace and looked around. Just across from him on the other side of the room sat a stand with a couple of other different guitars sitting in it. He thought for a moment before wriggling out of Rain's hold and crossing the room to the stand. Gently, he tapped on the body of the bass guitar, looking back up at Rain.

"Meooowseyyy?"

"You want me to play a song for you?" Rain asked and Dew nodded enthusiastically. "Okay then go and get comfortable."

The smaller ghoul meowed happily and crawled over to the mountain of plushies on Rain's bed. He chose a plush bumblebee to cuddle up with as Rain set up everything.

The water ghoul pulled the guitar into his lap and began to play. It was a slow, calming song. One that was on the playlist that Mountain put on sometimes in the greenhouse. It immediately reminded Dew of butterflies, soft flower petals and napping in the warm afternoon sun. With just the bass guitar, though, it felt different and more special. He swayed back and forth as Rain continued to play the song. When the singing part came and Rain didn't start singing, Dew reached over and tapped at his mouth.

"If the kitty insists." Rain laughed and stopped playing for a moment to pat the top of Dew's head. Dew loved it when Rain sang. He had such a beautiful voice like no other. He settled back in with the bee and meowed happily as Rain began to sing.

"Its time to learn to be, more forgiving of yourself..."

[blackcatruse]

𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔞𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔰

«prev. ❃ next» ❃ first chapter ❃ m.list ❃ ao3 pairing: r. haitani/fem!reader ↳ she/her, fem descriptors, nickname ❃ chapter synopsis: you're trapped, battered, and bruised. do you make a deal with the devil? word count: 1.7k chapter cw(s): swearing, physical violence, blood mention, gun appearance, reader does not care if she lives or dies, maybe ooc? a/n: welcome to chapter two! just so you know, ao3 has much more of the story posted there and chapters will be posted there first! i am slowly (very slowly) getting chapters queued up here.

The first thing you felt as you regained consciousness was the pounding of your head. The next thing was the raw skin on your wrists from rough rope that was a little too tight. Your vision was blurry and there was a ringing in your ears. Well, you were alive, but that wasn’t really a good thing at the present.

You stared at your lap, trying to get the world to stop spinning when you felt the baton forcing your head up. Ran was still towering over you, but Rindou was sitting backwards in a chair across from you. His arms dangled over the back of the chair as he watched you with a bored expression. You thought about spitting at him too, but the thought quickly left your head when you felt the crack of the baton across your cheek. Your head twisted violently and the chair you were bound to rocked side to side. You could taste blood in your mouth.

Ran leaned over you and pulled your head up by your hair. “What was this little mouse doing on Rokuhara Tandai territory? Is Shinjuku not enough for you?” His voice was dripping with condescension. You wished you headbutt the sneer from his face.

“My brother asked you a question,” Rindou said with a hint of warning.

“You know, we might let you live if you answer us.” You should’ve been terrified by the singsong inflection of Ran’s threat, but honestly, you didn’t care at this point.

“Kill me then,” you said. Your voice sounded foreign to you. “You’d really be doing me a favor.”

The Haitani brothers frowned.

“But, you shouldn’t do favors for your enemy, after all.” You smirked. “You’d be indebted.”

Another crack as Ran hit you. The force rattled your brain and the chair toppled over. You wheezed from the impact and sharp pain raced up your arm. Your head was throbbing at your hair roots now. You tasted iron on your tongue. Out of reflex you coughed and gasped, trying to get air into your lungs.

“That’s big talk for a little lady,” Ran said, planting a foot on your knee. He leaned forward, putting on as much weight as he could. He could probably break your legs, but that didn’t matter to you. “Everyone’s all talk until bones start snapping.”

Ah, there it was. The classic Haitani sadism. Normal people would be pissing themselves, but you weren’t normal people. You weren’t even being stubborn because you were loyal to your gang. No, Wuxing could burn for all you cared. You stayed quiet because it didn’t matter. If you lived, the brothers would beat you into next week. If you escaped, Suzaku would kick the shit out of you. If you died, you died. The outcome would be the same, but at least one of the options would put you out of your misery.

No matter what they did to you, you refused to scream. You refused to sob and beg for your life. That had never gotten you anywhere except the cold cement in a dark room.

“Go on then,” you goaded Ran. “Break my legs, shatter my fingers. I won’t say a goddamn word.”

Something akin to anger burned in the older Haitani’s cold eyes. You wanted to taunt him. If he lost control you would certainly be killed. You waited for the flurry of hits, but they never came. Instead, your chair was righted and a gloved hand gently caressed your cheek. The touch lingered a bit too long and you felt like you were going to be sick. You almost hissed at him to get his hands off you, but that would be playing right into their hands. They weren’t going to get any ammo to use against you.

Get mad. Get furious, you chanted in your mind. Go on. I know you have it in you.

You looked Ran and then Rindou dead in the eyes. You didn’t know what they saw in your eyes, but it was enough to make them pause. Then a finger lightly traced the lotus tattoo behind your ear. Against your will, you stiffened.

“Ahh, so our little mouse doesn’t like it gentle.”

You almost gagged.

Ran whispered in your ear, “You’re an insignificant bug, but you have promise. What if we made a deal?”

“And why would I do that?”

“There are certainly worse fates than death.”

You snorted. That was hardly news to you. Your current life and situation was proof of that. “Are you gonna follow through on that torture? I hate it when men are all talk,” you drawled. “I don’t have anything to offer.”

“You’re in quite an awful rush to die,” Rindou noted, running a hand through his blue and yellow locks. “Why is that?” His stare was unnerving you, like he was trying to pick your brain.

“There’s really not enough time in the world,” you shot back.

“I would love to call your bluff.”

You looked him dead in the eyes. “Then do it.”

Rindou stood from his chair and walked out of sight. Moments later, you heard the clicking of a gun and a cold barrel pressed to your temple. A manic grin spread across your face. Finally. Finally you would get put down like the dog you were. You could have a little fun before you went.

“So the famed younger Haitani is finally getting his hands dirty? What is this, baby’s first kill?”

The Haitani brothers had been arrested for killing a man, but from what you understood, it was Ran that ultimately did him in. Rindou just helped hold the guy down. The younger Haitani was just an accessory to manslaughter. He let his big brother do all the dirty work while he held the victim down. Rindou had his own reputation, but to you, he didn’t deserve the achievement of murderer.

“Not gonna let big bro hand—” The butt of the gun whipped across your face before you could finish the sentence. You smirked, clearly this was a sore spot. Rindou moved to stand in front of you, jerking your head to face him and placed the gun between your eyes. You stared him down. Unwavering. Unflinching. You grinned, showing off blood stained teeth. You watched his finger twitch on the trigger.

The door flew open and all three of you turned to look at the intruder in shock. A man with different colored eyes and a nasty scar across his face stood in the entryway. “Don’t shoot her,” he gritted out.

Man, the fates were really playing with you tonight. Rindou lowered the gun and you looked between the three men. The Haitani brothers actually deferred to this guy? Interesting.

Scar-face strode over to where you were and looked at you with the intensity of a thousand suns. You were probably bruised beyond recognition, but when he walked over to where Ran was you heard a grunt of satisfaction. “Seems we caught Suzaku’s little Lotus,” he announced.

“Who the hell is that?”

You wanted to be offended by Rindou’s outburst, but at least it meant that you could keep some part of your identity secret.

“She’s the best runner in Wuxing, working under Brahman’s name. I’ve heard that the profits she pulls are no joke.”

“I hate to inform you that that is no longer the case,” you said flippantly. “I haven’t made a good deal in a while, so I’m about as useless to you as I am Wuxing.”

“Forgive the mouth on this one, Kakucho,” Ran apologized for you, pinching your cheek. You contemplated biting his finger as your battered skin protested. “She really has a death wish.”

“That’s not surprising,” Kakucho muttered. “What if we made a deal?”

You stared at him. “They already tried that offer, and really I have no reason to accept it.”

“And if we paid off the debt you owed to Wuxing?”

For once this night, you were stunned into silence. How the hell would someone from an enemy gang know that about you? Nobody except the higher ups in Wuxing knew. But if they paid Wuxing off, you would just be indebted to Rokuhara Tandai. Not exactly the best deal you could imagine.

“So what? You pay them off and then I slave away for you? I don’t think so.”

Kakucho looked pensive before saying, “I can promise your freedom after you do two big jobs for us. They’re coming up and we need someone as crafty as you to do it. You finish those and don’t get caught? You never have to see the underbelly of Tokyo again. Everything you did here won’t follow you.”

You didn’t want to consider it, but you knew that the deal was too good to be true. “How do I know you aren’t lying right now?”

You didn’t miss the way the Haitani brothers looked at each other. They were shocked you were considering something like this, or maybe it was the offer being made. Kakucho raised a hand and said, “As a leader of Rokuhara Tendai, you have my word. We’ll pay off your debt to Wuxing when you complete the jobs you’re given. After that, we’ll make sure you don’t see anything related to gangs ever again.”

The jobs must be really important then. Could it give you leverage with Wuxing? You supposed if you betrayed Rokuhara Tandai you wouldn’t have their protection once you got out. But if you could leave before they catch wind of it? Maybe you could outfox them.

“Think about it,” Kakucho said sharply. “Come to Violet Delight in three days at midnight with an answer.” He turned heel to leave, but before he did he gave an order to the Haitani brothers. “Let her go. Even if she tried to rat us out, Wuxing would get crushed by us and they can’t involve Brahman without revealing their dirty little secrets.”

You heard the grumbles of the brothers behind you and felt the ropes binding your wrists and ankles loosen. You were gracelessly shoved out the door and into an unknown alley. The heavy metal door crashed behind you and you flinched. Early morning sunlight was trying to wake up Tokyo, and you started your trek home.

Please do not reupload, translate, or steal my work! If it isn't here or on my ao3, it's not me! Likes & reblogs appreciated! <3 Dividers courtesy of @/cafekitsune

[wawamouse]

Oz Rewatch 3: S5E01: Visitation

Storylines:

Oz renovations are completed and Emerald City residents return; Cloutier returns from the burn unit of Benchley Memorial; Solitary Confinement inmates are let out temporarily

Chico tries to threaten Miguel in the showers, gets put in the cage; Miguel tells Morales to fuck off; Giles headbutts Miguel in the nuts

Chico and Omar antagonist each other; Omar wants an apology form McManus; He gets in a fight with Martinez and is put into the cage

Schillinger and Robson are recovering in the hospital; Said is let out of the Hole; Sister Pete wants Beecher to broker peace between Said and Schillinger

Mrs Arif and Mrs Hill talk on the bus; Arif is upset that O’Reily hasn’t been pinned for Keenan’s death; Glynn asks Gloria about the gold shamrock; O’Reily schemes to obscure the situation, pinning Stanton for the murder; he convinces Martin Montgomery to come forward as a witness; Glynn decides he doesn’t give a shit about anything

Mrs Hill and Mrs Arif talk; Augustus’s wife divorces him

The bus crashes and only the baby and the priest survive

Sister: Why do they keep doing these cut aways to the driver? Is something bad going to happen? Me (thinking): And here I was wondering why they would show the bus flipping over at the start of the episode…

Sister: Oh no, he did two of the same eyeball.

Sister: Why is Miguel even still in Solitary? All he did was run away. [Omar] killed a bunch of people! Me: No, he didn’t. Sister: Didn’t we go over this last week? Me: Yeah, but he didn’t kill anyone in Oz— Sister: The guy in the TV! Me: Oh yeah…

Sister: He looks like he’s going to cry. Sounds like it, too. Me: He's an emotional guy.

Sister: Pervert…

Sister: Concern.

Sister (sighing): Why are they still on this damn bus? It’s been like four days and they’re still on this bus. What, was he cursed by demons to talk to everyone on here before we can leave this place?

Sister: Wow, 128 megabytes of RAM!

Sister: This guy’s a terrible investigator. You could lay out all the clues in front of him Encyclopedia Brown style and he’d come to the wrong conclusion, go to the end of the book, and say it was wrong. Or he’ll decide he doesn’t care and never flip to the answer in the back.

Sister: Who’s that? Me (mishearing): Shamrock. Sister: I said WHO is that? Me: Liam. Sister: Who the hell is Liam?

Sister: See? The sun’s setting and they’re still on the road! They've been driving since morning!

Sister: He’s named after the same guy as Gus the mouse from Cinderella…

Stray Thoughts:

Penis count: 1 (+infinity extras)

It is revealed Gloria was reprimanded by the state medical board and fined but retained her license

Final Thoughts:

Sister: Called it. Knew something bad was going to happen. Me: It was literally at the top of the episode. Sister: I thought it was a different bus. I thought it was someone’s flashback because they are it seem like the truck driver was the bus driver… [..] Me: Miguel’s out of Solitary. Sister: They didn’t show who he’s rooming with, though. Me: Do you think that's going to come into play? Sister: Uhh, yeah? [...] Me: What are your predictions for season 5? Sister: I feel like this bus crash will have no impact.

[hatsbattlecats]

Collars to Stars Lore p1

So to start, Smudge is spiritually sensitive and often has dreams about Starclan AND Skyclan cats. He can also see the ghosts of dead cats out in the woods from his fence. THIS is what freaks him out about the woods, not so much the wild cats.(note, he can’t talk to/interact with them like Goosefeather could, he can just see them. He can only talk to them when he’s asleep)

The night Rusty goes into the woods, Smudge goes after him because it's not safe, and he doesn’t want his best friend to become one of the ghosts in the woods. Rusty almost catches a mouse while Smudge is honestly just in awe of how pretty the actually woods are. He’d never noticed from the fence because he was too distracted by the ghosts.

They meet Greypaw together when Rusty gets pounced on. Smudge panics and rams/headbutts Greypaw off so they can both run. Rusty realizes Smudge is falling behind and won’t make it to the fence before Greypaw catches up, so he turns around to fight back and they all get tumbled into a pile cause Grey can't stop in time.

They talk for a bit before getting caught by Bluestar and Lionheart. Bluestar offers both of them a chance to join as warrior apps because she’s impressed by their loyalty and bravery for each other. Smudge is hesitant, but something about the way she described starclan in her description of clan life sticks with him, and Rusty wants to join, so he does too

The day they get to camp, Longtail still harasses them, but it’s not Lionheart or Bluestar’s prompting that leads to Rusty attacking the older cat, but Longtail’s jabs at Smudge. The fight goes the same as canon, but with a concerned Smudge in the background. Rusty gets the name Firepaw, but before Smudge can get his new name, Ravenpaw bursts into camp with the news Redtail is dead.

Smudge is kinda freaked out by the blood, but his concern for the other apprentice wins over his fear, and he ends up helping Spottedleaf carry Ravenpaw to the medicine cat den to make sure he’s alright. Once there, he helps by bringing some water-soaked moss to help wash the blood from Ravenpaw’s wound so Spottedleaf can dress it with herbs and cobwebs. While Spottedleaf is working, Smudge asks her either about his dreams, or about the ghosts (i havn’t decided yet)

Before she can give him a proper answer, Firepaw and Greypaw come in to check up on Ravenpaw, along with Tigerclaw (whom Spottedleaf passive-aggressively asks to leave). She thanks Smudge for the help, and seems to be watching him as he leaves with Firepaw and Greypaw. 

Sandpaw and Dustpaw are still rude to Firepaw and Smudge (the latter of whom is still wearing his ribbon) the next morning when the other apprentices are getting ready to go out with their mentors, Bluestar pulls Smudge aside with Spottedleaf where she informs him that Spottedleaf has asked to have Smudge as her apprentice, to learn how to be a medicine cat.

Smudge is apprehensive about training separately from Firepaw, but he also thinks Spottedleaf is really nice compared to the the other clanmates he’s met. He also doesn’t really like the idea of fighting and hunting all the time, so he agrees. 

Bluestar calls a clan meeting, finally giving Smudge his clan name, ‘Mosspaw’, and announces that he’ll be training under Spottedleaf to become a medicine cat. A vast majority of the clan disagrees with this decision, especially Tigerclaw and his posse. A choice comment from Darktripe “a kittypet for medicine cat?! I’d rather get my ears clawed off”  is rebutted by spottedleaf with “Harrass my apprentice for mine and starclan’s decision and I will gladly claw them for you, thank you very much”, all with her very sweet Spottedleaf smile.

He begins his training with her, growing close with Ravenpaw as well while the other apprentice is in the medicine cat den. Time flies by as he begins learning, all while Firepaw goes more or less through canon events, occasionally dragging Mosspaw along on shenanigans. When Yellowfang is taken captive, he occasionally helps Firepaw care for her. Spottedleaf told him Yellowfang used to be Shadowclan’s medicine cat, So Mosspaw asks her questions sometimes, eager to learn all he can to help out and maybe even impress his mentor.

Soon after Yellowfang is taken into camp, The duo’s first half-moon in the clan rolls around, and Spottedleaf takes Mosspaw to the moonstone for the first time, where he’s simply in awe as everything clicks into place. The starry cats from his dreams, the ghosts in the woods, they’ve all been a part of this. He’s ecstatic when he returns to camp, and can barely keep himself from telling Firepaw everything.

He doubles down on his training after that, honestly taking to it like a fish takes to water. Even the more skeptical members of the clan have to admire his dedication (even if begrudgingly in many cases) and things seem up for a bit

Just before the next gathering, Firepaw runs into Princess during his hunting assessment. She’s happy to see that he’s okay, since him and Mosspaw had forgotten to say goodbye when they left, so from her perspective, the two of them had simply disappeared. She makes him promise to give her regards to Mosspaw before they part ways. 

Firepaw still gets in trouble with Tigerclaw for “fraternizing with a kittypet”, but Firepaw explains Princess is his sister when pressed by Bluestar, (he still reassures Bluestar that his place is in the clan, and he doesn’t regret joining) and his leader seems surprisingly sympathetic of him having kin outside of Thunderclan

[chooseyourpaws]

Option 1

The other cat’s breathing steadied as the two of you watched the Badgerclan toms finish bickering and chase after a squirrel that made a bit too much noise.

A mrrow sounded from above, and your gaze darted up in alarm to see a mousy-brown tom with a tipped ear, whose amber eyes darted about to check for anyone else.

“Snailberry! Get the kid and the mouse, I’ll lead you both back!” He called, leaping down.

“Shrewcry! I told you I’d be fine!” Snailberry, the molly, hissed in annoyance. It took her a second to wiggle out from under the bush.

“Corvidcall said to follow a moment behind you. He predicted you’d find trouble by the border, as usual,” Shrewcry laughed, giving her a gentle headbutt. He peered under the bush at you, and beckoned you out with a jerk of his head. “It’s safe now. That was Badgerclan’s favorite brute and the random cat they assigned him, there won’t be another patrol by unless we wait for half ‘til sundown.”

“Honestly! You two need to have more faith in me… The whole clan does! Now, where was I?” Snailberry huffed, nosing the mouse over to Shrewcry. She evidently was telling him to carry it.

You gestured your head to the direction the toms ran, and she lit up.

“Right! Okay. Shrewcry and I are Otterclan. Badgerclan’s leader, Hatchstar, declared war on us a few moons ago when he realized his son, Larkplume, had joined us…” She explained briefly, tail brushing behind her legs.

“They kidnapped Ferretchase last moon. Runnelstar’s too afraid to lead a raid to get him back. I’m this close to asking Roachdive to let me organize one!” Shrewcry growled. He picked up the fat mouse.

You nodded along, and…

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[lambsouvlaki]

I just ready your whole Jason todd x OC story with Andy and I love it! I’m super curious how the Arkham Knight v. Red Hood fight/ interaction went down before the Knight disappeared, that was a really cool way to bring in such a different version of Jason for Andy to see

Thank you!! 🥰

(Please bear in mind i haven’t played Arkham Knight, i am going off of youtube cutscenes and vibes.)

On a better day perhaps they would have shared a conversation and learned something about themselves. This isn’t a better day.

The knight has a bullet in his shoulder and is losing blood faster than he should be, given his armour. Which means whoever this is is both working with the bats and using live ammo with high-powered armour piercing rounds. He puts two and two together and comes up with Rage.

Red Hood has just spent all night locked in a gruelling cat and mouse with clay face. He immediately clocks this is not a look alike. It is himself who would have killed Andy on a whim. It inspires a self hatred that ignites into fury. He doesn’t care how or why or what differences set them apart. Normally anger sharpens him, makes him smarter, but today he is sleep deprived.

Its a messy fight, and just a little janky because both keep thinking they recognise the other’s gear and moves, only to be slightly off.

Neither is in great condition but snarling and ruthless enough to make up for it. Hood immediately wishes he hadn’t closed range and instead just shot him again, because the Knight is carrying more lethal weaponry than him.

The Knight has incorrectly assumed he’s fighting a Jason who never had a falling out with Bruce and doesn’t know what suffering is. He’s trying to get under his skin about his perfect little life. Being Bruce’s loyal soldier will get him killed.

The mockery doesn’t land.

The Knight’s knife does. Red Hood headbutts him hard enough to make the Knight’s helmet short out entirely.

The Deus Ex Machina Dimension Magic whisks the Knight away a microsecond before he can pull the pin on an incendiary grenade.

[ogdoadfates]

I finally wrote the scene for the Apocalypse au where Keyleth confesses to Vax when he’s asleep! (what isn’t mentioned at the end is Scanlan accidently overheard and high tailed it back to his room lol)

It’s rare that someone other than Keyleth gets sick but here she is watching poor Vax hack and cough while clutching his head. Luckily it’s nothing contagious so they don’t have to worry about it spreading to anyone else, like that knowledge stops him from trying to shy away from her ‘just in case’. It’s really starting to feel like a game of cat and mouse with how Vax refuses to let anyone care for him and Keyleth can see the tension it bleeds into the group as a whole, Vex even more so.

Keyleth rests her head against the window in the living room of the small farm house they were able to secure for the next few nights, looking out into the pouring rain, occasional flashes of lightning sparking the surrounding fields into view. She can see Vax just vaguely in the reflection that finds its place on the glass.

She can hear his harsh breathing and Keyleth can’t help but feel her heart break. Is this how he feels when she gets sick? Gods if it is, how much anguish does he feel on an everyday basis with the knowledge that she can fall ill in a seconds notice? Her heart feels like it’s been ensnared in a fishing net so tight that it’s bulging between its ragged yet strong netting, seconds from bursting into a gorey rendition of a firework.

She wants to cry but she can’t.

So she stays sitting at the window, her leg bouncing with her mounting anxiety. Another flash of lightning passes, she really shouldn’t be seated this close to the window, let alone be resting her head against it.

Keyleth was so wrapped in her own thoughts that she jolted when a hand was laid on her shoulder, causing her to headbutt the window with a loud smack. Pain blooms from her forehead as the hand quickly retreats from her shoulder.

“Shit! I’m sorry dear, I didn’t mean to spook you. Are you alright?” Vex says, clear distraught written in her voice and face. Keyleth whines a little at the hissing pain as she turns her gaze away from the window. Vex held her hands close to her but Keyleth can tell she’s dying to reach out and check her over, Keyleth also can’t help but notice Vax half way out of his seat eyes wide and staring at the two of them.

“I’m alright.” Keyleth quietly replies, both the twins visibly relax just a little. “What is it?” 

“Me and Percy are heading up for the night, we just wanted to make sure you knew.” Keyleth could read between the lines for what Vex was really saying. Take care of Vax and get the selfless asshole to go to sleep. Keyleth smiles and gives Vex a nod, She returns her smile before walking up to the upper floor with Percy, who gives Keyleth a nod and goodnight. 

Leaving her and Vax alone on the main floor. He’s settled back onto the couch keeping to the farest end, away from her. She releases a sigh and goes back to looking out the window, her head once again resting upon it. As Keyleth pays attention to the storm she starts to notice a pattern. She really should get her head off this glass but at the same time if she’s right there is a fifty percent chance that it’ll cause Vax to finally let her get close. It pains her a little that she’s using his own protective nature against him but at the same time if it’ll help her help him, she at least has to try.

So she waits for the thunder to rattle the house, this also means the storm is a lot worse then she’d first thought and gods is she glad she warned everyone that storms are always unpredictable. The entire room flashes white for a moment leaving Keyleth temporarily blind, hurriedly closing her eyes and feeling great panic overtake her strained heart. Even knowing the chance of this happening was high, she could never prepare herself for it.

BOOM!

The entire house shakes to even its foundation, she swears she hears someone yelp from upstairs. Keyleth fully expected for her head to yet again smash against the glass, what she wasn’t prepared for was Vax’s arms to encompass her and pull her away from the window and into his chest. The two of them hold onto each other as the rattling slowly stops.

When it finally does the two of them stare at each other, Keyleth a bit blearily due to having been blinded not but a minute ago and Vax wide eyed and fearful.

“Everyone alright?!” They hear Pike yell out from the top floor, it takes but a minute for everyone to shout back that they were alright.

Vax still hasn’t let go of her and this close and pressed tight against him she can feel his rattling breath, he gives her a squeeze before talking. “Please stay away from the window.” His voice is gruff from his sore throat and Keyleth can’t help but blush slightly, giving him a nod and gripping his arms.

“Alright.” She says, trying desperately to slow down her racing heart, racing from anxiety or something else she isn’t so sure but regardless she keeps her hold on him. She can tell he’s torn between wanting to stay close to her and wanting to flee from her, it tears at her but so far her plan worked even if her eyes hurt a bit for her efforts. Slowly but surely she leads the sick man back to the couch, keeping her grip tight as she sits down, motioning him to join her which he does with only slight reluctance.

At some point the two of them rearrange themselves with Vax’s head now resting in her lap, idly playing with his hair as sleep starts to finally claim his tired form. Keyleth stares at his face, watching as his breathing evens out as much as it can in his current state. She can’t help but let a soft tired smile form on her face as she watches him sleep.

She’s well aware of the way he feels for her, he’d told her before all of this began. She didn’t know how to answer him at the time, slowly she’d been figuring things out but then everything happened and yet instead of it hampering things it let the little seed that had been growing in her bloom. A flower of affection that despite the harsh climate has pushed through. Now telling him, that was a different story cause even if she knows her answer it’s never the right time to tell him. But sitting here with him lying fast asleep on her lap she can take a moment to just imagine, a moment to breath, a moment for herself yet also for him though he’d never know.

Softly so as to not wake him, she moves a bit of his hair out of his face and behind his ear. “You know I love you too, right?” She whispers.

[monterraverde]

VS. Red at the Ossuary

This place was full of absolutely intoxicated people battling their souls out in the most aggressive display of power she’d ever seen. Brought here by a Duskull, she wasn’t expecting a battle that felt like her life was on the line. Several of the ones shes had this day made her more bored then anything, smaller time trainers that she battled specifically to see who bought who a drink.

They’re Kantonian trainers, so they weren’t the WORST trainers she’s ever faced, but they had her craving more- and thats when Red finally tapped her on the shoulder and drew her back to the stadium.

Pleasantly buzzed, she eagerly accepted, and the next thing she knew, sparks were flying in a way that made her heart race like never before.

Gremlins out first, time to go.

She’s locked in a strategy with her team by now, Gremlins not meant to exist on the battlefield for very long, he’s there to set up a Tailwind, maybe inflict some poison, and then get out. Red leads with Pikachu, though, and Gremlin CACKLES as the mouse calls the rain and cracks the sky, its like a miniature hurricane in the Ossuary now, and the Gliscor takes full advantage of his ability to glide and fly through thunderstorms with nary a care in the world. He sees Pikachu come flying to throw him into submission, and instead grabs the mouse and rolls backwards with the momentum, dropping him with a hard toss to the ground, chasing him down and striking him with his tail several times before sinking his fangs into the Pikachus neck, and now that he’s grounded, striking with a powerful Earthquake while he’s got him pinned. Its quick work, and then they’re called back.

One down.

Next, Fafnír and Blastoise, a very clear disadvantage, but Fafnír is completely undaunted, feeling a strong connection with the ghostly terrain and roaring with a fierce and unusual look in his eye. Blastoise smashes his shell, and the two titans are now almost evenly matched in speed and strength, clashing with fang and claw before Fafnír tanks a Hydro pump, dropping rocks on Blastoise in a Rock Slide and causing him to flinch before rushing in to tackle the turtle to the ground with a high powered Crunch. It’s quick work, and now theres a Sandstorm and a Tailwind up, the tides are in their favor.

Two down.

Kamina and Charizard now, the little moles got a ton of speed behind him between the Tailwind and Sandstorm, but its not nearly enough for the tiny mole to take on the gargantuan dragon. He’s slapped, shoved and bathed in flame, dropping where he stood, the speed not even close enough to matter.

Adniels out next against Baba, Reds Venusaur, the usually gentle frog finding herself on the wrong end of Adniel in a delighted battle high frenzy. Her powders seem to do nothing while the winds heavily blowing. The dragon and his trainer are in almost perfect sync, their movements mirroring one another as they both roll to the side, and Rika calls for Iron head, Adniel barrleing right into Baba in a strong headbutt to destabilize her before she’s Dragon Clawed in a powerful uppercut and sent toppling. The Garchomp lets out a roar of triumph- He’d finally gotten a win against this team, and he couldn’t be more excited.

Three down-

She’s never felt this in sync with her team before.

The Don hits the field in a flurry of scarlet lightning, Roadblock his opponent, and neither trainer wastes any time, Rika practically roaring and calling for Close combat. The Snorlax puts up an incredible resilience as he grabs Dons tusks, but the primal energy pumping through Dons veins manages to let him overpower the giant, almost burying him in a Headlong Rush.

Four-

Thats a Win-

Bappy comes out against Lapras regardless- They could stop now and it would be fine, but one last battle- and The Clodsire gets a lucky Toxic off as Lapras lashes out with an Ice beam, and it HURTS, but he shrugs it off, protecting another Ice beam before digging his barbs into Lapras’ skin and finishing the job.

The dust settles as the Clodsire stands victorious on the field, and Rika can be seen counting on her fingers over and over again in sheer disbelief.

5 to 1.

She beat him 5 to 1.

She clenches her fist, tears stinging the edge of her vision- Not out of sadness, but out of absolutely unbridled joy and pride. Her team did so incredibly well, and she genuinely couldn’t believe that just happened… She’s only brought back to reality when the match is finally called by the referee, and Red suddenly scoops her up in a tight hug, to which she laughs and wraps both arms around his head, pressing their foreheads together.

[You did it, that was incredible.]

“You did great too, thank you, I can’t believe that just happened…!!”

[swagging-back-to]

and just because you react one way to one death and a different way to another does not mean you cared less about one of the deaths.

when ollie was diagnosed with cancer in the beginning of the year i was devastated. i cried for days before and after he was put down.

when cash suddenly died of a major blood clot in october i went straight to denial. i had tears, feeling like he was gonna die, but even after he was put down i barely cried on the way back. i just felt numb. I didnt feel anything really. and i still feel very little about his death. i get sad and think of it very often--his last moments. or even just thinking of him coming to give me headbutts onthe table. but i dont cry. i dont break down.

even when my mouse clove started having seizures last night i was almost more upset than i was for cash.

but cash was my baby. i had him since i was five years old. not having him in my life doesnt feel like reality, and most of the time i will myself to believe hes just outside or hiding. i loved him just as much as ollie, but with ollie i had more time to be dvastated. with cash, i had things i had to do that week. i couldnt stop and fall apart.

Btw, if you have not had tragedy dropped on you before, grief does fuck you up in unexpected and physical ways. If you can’t sleep or sleep more than expected or have more or reduced appetite, or energy goes weird— your brain just had a bunch of emotions dropped on it and sometimes it reacts by hitting every button in your brain. It will pass. Just try to not get too frustrated with yourself.

It’s also fine if you feel normal. Grief literally hits everybody differently, and some people are made to be able to to keep the farm going the day after a death, and some of us turn into sleepless gargoyles and get really into trying to help, and some of us are just unspeakably sad. Grief is weird. Be kind to yourself.

[galacticgather]

(Stripeandpokeballs) Baby had on a Buneary Kigu, She was being an easter bunny!

@stripesandpokeballs

“You make an adorable Easter bunny child...are you planning on hiding eggs around the building? I bet the staff would enjoy that”

He won’t admit he completely forgot Easter...time to go do some last minute shopping