#and also had her nails clipped and it was. very unpleasant

[facesblind]

idk what is happening honestly so tired so eepy let boys run the errands with teddybeardog and i have some regrets ( tm )

[alphareleasemedia]

Daily Drabbles for 3/23/24 - 3/27/24

3/23/24 Dusty pictures lined the hallway. Dozens of old family photographs staring blankly from behind dirty glass. She walked by them slowly, taking the time to thoroughly examine every one of them. Searching for something familiar in any of the familial faces she saw. She could see traces of herself in some of them, or so she thought. She had the family widow's peak that was common across her father's side. She could see her nose repeated in several relatives on her mother's. Bits and pieces of her spread out across time and space. She was the culmination of her past.

3/24/24 Binny was getting dizzy running down the tightly wound spiral staircase. She clung to the railing as she descended hoping it would keep her from pitching forward down the steps if she lost her balance. She had several floors to go before she'd reach ground level but at her breakneck speed she was moving down the building at a rapid pace. Just as she was starting to worry about making herself sick on the stairs she stepped off the last step and stumbled out of the stairwell. She had to take a moment to clear her head before racing onwards.

3/25/24 Kira coughed as she walked between the dusty shelves. She used to love the smell of old books but lately she'd grown tired of it. She'd been coming to the library for days now, looking for any scrap of information that could point her in the right direction. Kira couldn't count the number of old tomes she'd pried from the shelves now. For all her digging, her research was getting her nowhere. It felt like she was going in circles. Every reference leading her on a chase of tracking down sources that only lead her back to where she began.

3/26/24 Lana considered the cards spread out in front of her carefully, hovering her hand back and forth over them as she made her decision. At last, she grabbed the one on the far right. It must have been a good one since Dina tightened her grip on it as Lana wrenched it away from her. Flipping the card over and adding it to her own hand, Lana was pleased to see that she had indeed managed to snag a powerful action card that she was looking forward to using on her next turn. Dina glared across the table at Lana.

3/27/24 Brandie really needed to trim her nails again. She usually liked to keep them a little on the longer side for their usefulness in scraping things but lately they had gotten too long for comfort. She kept snagging them on things or accidentally scratching herself. To say nothing of all the dirt and grim collecting under them that Brandie regularly had to clean out. It was all very annoying. The nails had to go. The only problem was Brandie also hated clipping her nails. She found the whole process unpleasant. But not as bad as trimming her toenails at least.

[theblueweasel]

I'm not sure how much help will that be, as Fallon never really had problem with paws touched, as much as "unhand my nail this instant" But there is two ways about that, and it works even better when they're combined. 1. Paw bothering - you start at a distance that's still nip free and not very concerning but somewhat unpleasant, keep it short and sweet - I'm talking one, two touches that do not induce yelling (and if it's starting with not really touching or in a horse training way, starting at the shoulder and working your way down then so be it) till he realises it's all good and actually worth the reward, and then amping it up, nice and calm. 2. Paw targeting - teach him to slap that coat, stand on it while you mess around with it, do keep in mind that coat touching paw is one problem, coat touching elbow is a different and new problem. It's all steps and dogs will make you work through every single one of them. 3. Sometimes they just want a bit of a warning. Adding a vocal cue in front of action you're planning to take, making that happen, and then rewarding it, often should just make the dog go "ah, calamity is afoot, but there's treats right after" Some dogs thrive just on the foreshadowing, some do seem to require the reward after, at least at the start. But honestly dogs are quite particular sometimes, Fallon came from her breeder fully okay with feet touched and getting nails trimmed. Took ONE quicking her nail for her to realise I am not to be trusted and I worked so hard to teach her to stand or sit while I handle the paw, and she hated it GUTS. She'd go through it, pulling away every second and just being upset. Till the moment about a week in of us practicing roll-over. Suddenly whenever I asked for a paw to trim, she'd start falling over. And it took me a solid week of trying to wait her out because FLAILING till I realised that it was her way of saying THIS is how we do it. And we did it slow. First was the nail touch with small human-quality nail clipper (old thing, but still metal on the dog's nail to convince her that metal on nail equals treat soon after, without the TRIMMING-NAIL terror) After that with the dog clippers, going nail at a time - with lots of breaks and letting her re-engage, and clipping just slivers off. These days she jumps up on the armchair as I kneel by it, she flops up belly up, we do a paw, and then I toss a bunch of treats on the floor. Then ask if she's up for more. Most of the time we do all four, sometimes she taps out after one or two. Fair enough, it's still at least four nails more than we did at once, when we started it. Nails don't grow overnight, and no indoor dog ever froze without a jacket on. Take your time. Make it boring. (also I'm sure there's something about specific fear periods dogs go through when growing up, that hit around specific age groups, could it be some of that as well?)

anybody have tips on how to train dewey to not absolutely hate having people touch his paws? he used to not care; as he’s grown older, he suddenly cares So Much. putting his paws in a coat, in a costume, holding them for nail trimming, etc. he just screams and nips (not hard)???? h e lp

[mischiefandi]

Prom? - Peter Parker

A/N: sooo, it’s been a hot minute since my last fic on this blog haha, and by hot minute, I mean over a year and a half hahaha (not counting my drake fic). This also happens to be my very first Peter Parker one-shot, so I really hope you guys enjoy it!

Summary: Peter wants to ask Y/N to go to prom with him, but will it go as planned? 

Warnings: it’s pretty fluffy ngl

Word Count: 4,3k

“Y/N, wait up!” Y/N whirled around instantly at the sound of the familiar voice calling out her name.  

The corners of her lips quickly quirked up when her eyes rested on her best friend, Peter. He was running towards her, his backpack jumping up and down against his back as he leapt across the hall and past the lockers to catch up with her. His eyes met hers, a bright smile on his face.

“Didn’t get much sleep last night?” she asked him, glancing at his obviously mismatched socks peeking out from under his pants and disheveled hair.

“Uh, yeah, not really. Ned and I stayed up really late to finish building the Lego Death Star.”  

“How’s it looking?”

“She is officially up and running- I mean obviously not- up and running, I mean, it’s just a bunch of Legos- what I’m trying to say is-,”

“-Peter?”

“Yeah?” he asked, lips slightly parted, eyes wide with anticipation.

“Why are you rambling? You only ramble when you’re really nervous about something,” said Y/N, smiling tentatively at her friend.

“I’m not rambling? Why would you say I’m rambling?”

Walking alongside Y/N and passing by the brightly-colored prom posters plastered on the walls, Peter looked down at the floor and she laughed, the angelic sound turning the color of his cheeks to a deep shade of red. He was nervous. Truth be told, she had always had that effect on him. Making him blush and stutter was something she did a lot more than she noticed. But he was more nervous than usual that day. Prom was right around the corner, and the students of Midtown High had been asking their significant others to the dance. Almost everyone had a date at this point. Except for Peter, and hopefully, Y/N.

Y/N chose to ignore her friend’s anxious antics and spoke again, her skirt twirling a bit as she danced ahead of Peter, still facing him. His pulse quickened at the sight of her. She truly was the most gorgeous girl in the world, at least in his eyes. She always wore sweet dresses and skirts, and she was never seen without two little hair clips in her gorgeous hair. She didn’t wear makeup aside from a light shade of pink lightly applied to her soft lips by her delicate fingertips. Her eyes sparkled with joy everywhere she went. She was sunshine. She was his sunshine. Or at least, he wholeheartedly wished she was.

“I had lunch with Tobias and Jessie. It wasn’t half as fun as building a toy spaceship would have been but-”

“-it’s not a spaceship Y/N! We’ve talked about this,” he whined with a smile tugging at his lips and she burst out laughing before hooking her arm around his own and kept walking, dropping her voice to a lower tone.

“I’m just messing with you, Parker.”

Her breath hit his neck and every single hair on his body raised at the warm feeling, his muscles tensing as she held onto his arm and swung it a little on their way to History.

It was moments like these, harmless to her but so utterly overwhelming to him, where he wished the simple action meant the same thing to the both of them. Where he wished her heart fluttered when she saw him run towards her, where he wished she was holding onto him because the idea of not feeling his touch was simply unthinkable.

Moments like these, he wanted nothing more than to lower his lips to hers and kiss her in front of everyone. They didn’t matter. Only she did.

“When do you go home? I always confuse Ned’s timetable with yours,” said Y/N, furrowing her brow.

“I-uh- have History with you and then Calculus right after.”

“Ha! Sucks to be you! After this, I am done for the day, and thank God too ‘cause I’m exhausted!” she added with a sing-songy voice.

Peter rolled his eyes at her but grinned from ear to ear as she rushed into the classroom, his body feeling light as air. A feeling that was about to disappear in just a matter of seconds.

“Oh my god Toby-…”

Inside the classroom, a dozen students stood next to Tobias who was holding a bouquet of pink roses in his hands, a dorky smile splashed across his face. Peter’s heart sank as he glanced at Y/N. She looked completely dumbstruck as the crowd held up a large poster with the words : “WiLL YoU Be mY DaTe To PrOm?” written in bright purple glitter letters.

Peter suddenly felt like melting into the ground and disappearing, the harrowing reality striking him. She was going to prom with Tobias and he was a fool. Squeezing past the students who had gathered around to watch the promposal unravel, the distraught boy slid out of the classroom and walked past the lockers.

An eruption of cheers coming from inside the class made his heart throb and he shut his eyes, accelerating his pace, knowing full well that what he had prayed wouldn’t happen, had.

Peter burst through the main doors of the school and stumbled down the stairs as he chewed on his lower lip, trying to inhale and exhale through his nose with serenity but failing miserably. He wasn’t going to admit it, not even to himself, but he was fighting tears right then and there. Ignoring the confused looks students were throwing him, he dashed down onto the sidewalk and turned a sharp left. Crossing the street, Peter ran towards the small alley by the dry cleaners and he stopped to catch his breath. He was probably going to get in trouble for skipping class, but he didn’t care. He needed to get away.

His eyes stung with emotion and he groaned out loud, weakly huffing before resuming his journey. After running past the dodgy trash cans and garbage, desperately trying not to inhale the unpleasant air engulfing him, he finally came to a halt and placed his backpack on the concrete ground. The strong smell of something rotting and other things he’d rather not think about filling his nostrils, Peter grimaced as he hurried to take off his blue sweatshirt and beige pants. Throwing his clothes in the backpack, Peter struggled to get into his spidey-suit, his shaking fingers making his task a little bit more difficult than usual.  

The disguised teenager then spewed a web at his things, sticking them to the brick wall opposite him, looked up, and leapt. Closing his eyes, he felt his feet leave the ground and the wind blow against his suit-covered skin. He always embraced the feeling he got while jumping up into the sky, the sensation unparalleled, but this time, his thoughts were clouded by the cheers he had heard just minutes before.

Peter shook his head as he landed with a smooth flip, his breathing slightly ragged, and he resisted the urge to yank his mask off, knowing it was still too big a risk taking it off so close to the ground.  

Again, he spewed webs all over the place, pulling and jumping and spinning around the towers and buildings that surrounded him. A few excited squeals could be heard as he flew above the crowded streets of New York but he didn’t bother stopping for a selfie. He needed to go somewhere quiet, somewhere he could be alone with his thoughts and his dejected self.

He found it soon enough.

It was the small fire escape he had spent most of his summer and early fall lunches at, calling Happy every single day to tell him what he had done around New York and to describe the crimes he had stopped. It was a place he knew well, a place he had gotten used to. His old faithful.

Peter huffed and rubbed the back of his neck after pulling off his tight mask, his hair messy and uncooperative. He tried to pass his fingers through the locks but his disheveled mop refused to set itself straight, so he gave up.

Looking out at the horizon, Peter gazed at the Manhattan skyline, the lines and corners of the buildings in front of him clashing with the sunlight. He had always loved this view. It wasn’t the best one in the city, but it was something, and it was his. You could still hear the cabs and the people down in the streets, but the sound was music to Peter’s ears, as was the sound of Y/N’s laugh, the sound of her voice.

Peter’s eyes welled up and he angrily rubbed at his them. Tobias was an idiot. He was. He liked baseball more than breathing and his stupid smirk made Peter’s blood boil. He wasn’t a bad boy, but he liked to pretend he was and that was something that annoyed Peter more than anything else. He seemed to think it was cool to say idiotic things, and he thought it was fun to smoke and drink cheap beer and wear a leather jacket. He was a walking cliché.

But…he was nice, and pretty funny once you got used to his sense of humor. And he was a decent chess player. He even liked Star Wars. He was a good guy, and that’s what Peter hated about this most of all.

Peter had liked Y/N for months, but he had always been so afraid of telling her how he felt. It was because he knew his awkward rambling would quickly turn him into a blabbering fool and he would hate himself for making his friend feel uncomfortable. But mostly, it was because he was terrified she didn’t feel the same way. It wasn’t just the obvious humiliation that scared him, it was the idea of losing the beautiful friendship he had with her. She was his everything, and losing her would hurt more than anything else.

As he gazed at the view, Peter thought back on the wonderful times he had spent with her since the beginning of the year.

They had met in that very same classroom in September. She was sitting in front of him, her back turned on him. He was absent-mindedly staring at the blackboard, his thoughts on something unimportant when she suddenly turned around and clapped her hands against his desk, bright yellow nail polish painted on her nails catching his eye.

“Do you have a highlighter I can borrow?” she asked, her voice smooth as honey.

Peter’s mind blanked, his eyes widening at the sight of her beautiful eyes, eyes he would often get lost in later down the line.

She watched him curiously, a confused but kind smile on her lips.

“Earth to Parker?” she insisted playfully and the boy snapped out of his daze.

“You know my name?” he asked her, bewildered.

“Well yeah, aren’t you in Debate Club?”

Peter’s brow furrowed and he leaned in a little, the sudden scent of sweet vanilla and strawberries invading his senses.

“Yeah, how do you do that?”

“Oh, I’m psychic,” she replied, shrugging nonchalantly as though this was a perfectly normal statement. Peter’s eyes widened a bit and she giggled, shaking her head with a grin.

“I’m kidding, obviously! I talked to Mr. Harrington about joining this morning. He showed me a picture of last year’s team and told me everyone’s names,” she explained.

“Right, obviously. My bad,” Peter replied, chuckling softly. His eyes clinged to hers. They were beautiful and vibrant, twinkling with joy as she smiled at him. He was enthralled by her. Though her smile became hesitant as the seconds grew longer.

“So, um, about that highlighter?” she said, laughing nervously.

“Right! Yes, a highlighter. I’ve got plenty of those!” Peter exclaimed, shoving his hands in his pencil case, retrieving a bright blue felt tip pen. He grinned, victorious, and she laughed again, the sound sending butterflies in his stomach.

“You’re a lifesaver! Thank you,” she said softly as the History teacher walked in and sat himself down at his desk, the students starting to quiet down.

Peter smiled at her and shook his head.

“No problem. By the way, it’s cool you’re thinking of joining Debate. I like it a lot.”

“Yeah, there weren’t many clubs at my old school so I really wanna branch out, try something new,” she said.

“Alright everyone, let’s all use our inside voices from now on. I suggest we start the year off with a reading from your textbooks, page 7,” the teacher drawled and Peter reluctantly looked down at his history book, his fingers slowly flipping through the pages in sync with the other students, the girl’s back facing him again, though not for long. She turned around again and held out her hand.

“I’m Y/N by the way, Y/N Y/L/N,” she said with a grin.

Peter smiled at her and took her hand, his body jolting at the feeling of her skin against hers, soft and soothing like herself. He calmly shook her hand and chuckled.

“Peter Parker. It’s nice to meet you.”

That had been the first of many History classes filled with laughter, fun, and inside jokes, all so dear to Peter. Y/N finally joined Debate which he was thrilled about. He also introduced her to Ned, and the trio started to hang out after school, watching movies and going on walks around the city. Y/N especially loved nature so she constantly dragged Peter to Central Park, giggling at the sight of squirrels and little children running around the pathways. He always felt so lucky falling in step with her, her arm linked around his, something she always did.

Months later, their friendship was even stronger than before, the pair confiding in each other and exchanging stories and secrets they hadn’t told anyone else. Peter told her about his uncle’s death and how difficult it had been going through that, and she told him about her insecurities and fears. She was afraid of being alone, of being left behind, and she wasn’t confident, something he just couldn’t understand.

He couldn’t think of anything he didn’t like about her. Yes, she was very stubborn, she hated to admit when she was wrong, and she didn’t like Star Wars. But that was all fine. It was who she was, and he loved who she was. Because aside from her flaws, she had wonderful qualities that made her so very special. She was a joyous and optimistic ray of sunlight, happy and enthusiastic about everything. She was understanding and kind too, always by his side in case he needed anything at all. Y/N was curious as well, asking questions about anything and everything, constantly in the mood for an adventure. She was vibrant and just the sight of her made his days a hundred times brighter.

He couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment where he had fallen for her. It was all of the little things about her: how her eyes sparkled when she was happy, how she always skipped ahead of him to get to History, how she hummed to herself whenever she looked up at the sky. Insignificant things in the eyes of a stranger, but so precious to Peter, like little drops of gold gifted by the universe, destined only for him. He cared so much about her. Which is precisely why he wanted to invite her to the prom.

He had spent weeks trying to come up with the perfect way to do it, afraid of doing something too tacky or cheesy. He wanted to do something memorable, but what if he messed it up with his rambling? Peter had so much he wanted to tell her, his extracurricular activities being one of those things. He still hadn’t told her he was Spiderman. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust her. He knew she would never betray his confidence, of that he was sure. He wasn’t sure, however, that she wouldn’t see him differently. Maybe she’d think he was lying, or maybe she’d only like him back because he was Spiderman. So many maybes and what ifs.

Peter eventually told Ned about his feelings and fears, and Ned wasted no time, immediately encouraging his friend to confess the truth to Y/N. The whole truth.

“She won’t see you differently, it’s Y/N! She’s the most down-to-earth person we know. And she’s crazy about you, even I can see it.”

“She’s not crazy about me…” Peter replied shyly, his eyes fixated on the floor.

“Um. Yes, she is. Do you not see the way she looks at you? Heart eyes!”

After much deliberation and planning, Peter had finally mustered up the courage to reveal himself to Y/N, tell her how he felt about her, and ask her to go to prom with him. It was no small feat. But now it was too late; she was going with Tobias. Peter was so disappointed, angrily cursing at himself for wasting so much time and for letting her get away.

He had worked so hard on what he was going to say and on the actual promposal, and he had been so nervous as well. When Peter got to school that day, his lungs felt like they were about to burst from anxiety. He was unbelievably scared, terrified even of what was going to happen later that day. After school, Y/N was going to go home and see what he had left for her.

Oh no.

Peter shot up, the sudden realization hitting him square in the face like a pack of bricks. She was going to go home and see what he had left for her. A huge pit formed in his stomach and he hastily covered his face with his mask, immediately spraying his webs onto the building opposite him and leaping off the railing of the fire escape. He had to get there before her.

Almost out of breath, he jumped and somersaulted off apartment complexes, flying above tourists excitedly calling out for him just like they always did, but again, he paid them no mind, mentally apologizing to them. The air grew a little cooler as the late afternoon settled in, a welcome breeze blowing against Peter’s warm body.

“I’m almost there, almost there. Can’t let her see it.” He thought to himself when a ding sound suddenly interrupted his inner dialogue. He gripped onto the side of a deli, taking out his phone and his heart sank further down.

Y/N: peter?? where’d u go?

Y/N: I told the teacher u were sick, what’s going on??

Y/N: peter you’re scaring me!! where are u??

Y/N: I’m heading home cus I cant find u

Y/N: pls call me and tell me ur ok

Peter groaned. He quickly typed in a vague but somewhat explanatory answer, praying it would stop her from worrying.

Peter: I’m okay. Just had to take care of stuff!

Y/N: I’m almost home, r u sure ur okay??

The suit started to have difficulty clinging to the building so Peter decided to shove his phone back in his suit and leave. He couldn’t risk her seeing what he had done in her room. Thankfully, he wasn’t too far from her apartment, only a few blocks away.

After what seemed like an eternity, Peter finally reached the apartment building, his nerves wracked and fingers shaking. Shooting a small web onto the glass window of Y/N’s bedroom, he managed to slide the panel up, effectively slipping inside, eyes immediately landing on the giant web he had meticulously created for her. It spread from her bed to her desk like a gleaming trampoline, only much more delicate. The shiny white strings clung to each other, forming a large and uneven set of letters that spelled out the word he had planned to say out loud to her.

Prom?

He sighed loudly, removing the mask from his face, his hair messy and disheveled as usual. Passing a hand through it, he turned around to shut the bedroom door, but he stopped dead in his tracks when his eyes met Y/N’s.

They were wide with astonishment and shock, her lips slightly parted, expression completely blank.

Peter gasped, desperately gesturing towards the webs behind him.

“I can explain! I-“ he exclaimed, but she cut him off, taking a step forward.

“You’re Spiderman?” she almost shrieked and Peter’s finger immediately reached his lips in a shush signal.

“No one can know, Y/N!”

“You’re Spiderman?” she tried to say in a hushed tone, her voice wobbling a little. She couldn’t believe what she had just seen.

“Yeah. I’m Spiderman.”

“So that’s why you run off after school and you’re always really jumpy and nervous?” she inquired, eyes still wide open.

Peter’s heart stopped for a second.

“Well-um, that’s part of it,” he croaked.

“Peter, what’s going on?”

The boy looked at his friend, the girl he cared so much about. She seemed genuinely concerned, her brow furrowed as she gently contemplated him. He hated the thought that he was the cause of her worries, so taking a deep breath, he looked down at the ground, and finally, spoke.

“The truth is yes. I’m Spiderman, and I’ve been meaning to tell you that for a while, because I really care about you and you mean so much to me and I hated not telling you but I was afraid that you’d see me differently or that you’d think less of me, so then I talked to Ned about it and he told me I should tell you, and I wanted to, and I also really wanted to ask you to go to prom with me, so I thought I’d do both, because you’re amazing and you deserve the truth and you also deserve a great promposal but I didn’t know what to do so I figured I would do both at the same time, right?

“So then I did this and I was gonna walk you home and skip Calculus and I was gonna tell you once you saw the webs in your room but then at school, Tobias asked you, and I’m really happy for you, and I didn’t want to make you feel bad, so I came here and I was gonna clean it all up but you’re here too and I’m sorry, I’m so sorry- I didn’t mean for you to see this- I mean I did, but-“ he rambled on and on, unable to stop the words from spewing out of his mouth, only to be cut off by Y/N.

“-Peter, I said no. When Tobias asked me. I said no,” she said, her voice gentle and sincere.

Peter couldn’t believe his ears. Had he heard her correctly? His hands trembled a bit as he passed them through his hair yet again.

“What?” he asked, unsure.

“I mean, I said yes in front of his friends because I didn’t want him to feel bad in front of everyone, but I talked to him right after and told him no.”

“Wh-why would you do that?” Peter muttered, bewildered by her words. Why would she say no to Tobias Pierson?

“Because I don’t want to go to prom with him. I want to go with you,” she replied hesitantly, her cheeks filling with red as she bit her lip.

Y/N Y/L/N wanted to go to prom with him. He just couldn’t believe what was happening. He found the courage to look her straight in the eyes and the kind look she was sending him made his heart skip a beat.

“You do?” he whispered, unable to take his eyes off her.

Y/N giggled nervously, her arms tense with anticipation hiding behind her back as she shifted her weight.

“Are you kidding? I’ve been dropping hints for weeks!”

“You were? When?” Peter exclaimed.

“Um, like when I sent you pictures of prom dresses and asked you which ones you liked best. Or when I told you about how Marcus had just asked Jess and I told you it was really sweet and she was a lucky girl, and-“

“-those were hints?”

“Yes! Although, now that you mention it, obviously not very good ones.”

“Well, technically, your hard work paid off,” Peter said, a soft smile drawn on his lips as he gestured back at the large and shiny webs.

“I still can’t believe you’re Spiderman.”

Peter tried to suppress a frown before speaking again.

“How does that make you feel?”

“Peter, I don’t care if you’re Spiderman or Batman or Wonder Woman for that matter. You’re Peter. You’ll always be Peter to me. You’re the one who always makes me smile, the one who makes every day, no matter how terrible, so much better. You’re the person I care about the most. I’m just happy you felt like you could tell me.”

“Really?”

Y/N nodded with a grin, her beautiful eyes twinkling like they always did.

“You have no idea how relieved I am to hear you say that,” Peter said, breathing out for the first time in what seemed like ages. His heart felt light and airy, utter joy settling in his abdomen like warm tea. She cared about him too, and that simple fact sent a whirlwind of butterflies straight to his stomach.

“So, weren’t you going to ask me something?” she said playfully, her grin widening.

Peter laughed, suddenly remembering why he was in her room in the first place.

“Y/N, will you please go to prom with me?”

Y/N stepped closer to him, just inches away from the suited teenager, her gleaming eyes boring straight into his before lifting her body on the tips of her toes, reaching up to place a soft kiss on his crimson cheek and saying:

“I thought you’d never ask.”

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[thegodshavehorns]

Come Into My Parlor (5/5)

Chapter 5: Tentacle Therapist Slumber Rumpus

The spring draws to a close, and you go home without seeing Vriska again.

Your mother is as she always has been, seesawing between near-manic workaholism and decrepit insobriety. She buys you a new, top-of-the-line laptop. You leave her bitterly to her self-destruction.

You spend most of the boreal summer reading supernatural romances, riding Maplehoof through the woods, and talking with your online friends about everything except your shared fate. You are introduced to John. You knit yourself a new set of mittens for Antarctica, as your old ones have gotten a little small.

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You avoid speaking Vriska's name. You know she'll come on her own if she wants to, but you're not anxious to accelerate the process. As much as you'd like to have closure on what, exactly, her intentions are, you are also a little apprehensive. You are not sure if she was being serious or not, and if she was, you are not sure if you reciprocate, or even if you can reciprocate. How can you be sure? What is 'pale' supposed to feel like to a human? Perhaps you should have asked that Archangel, while you had the chance.

It's a bit of a shock when she appears on your doorstep in the middle of a rainstorm, but you also can't say you haven't been expecting her. Thank gods (well, thank her, you suppose) that your mother is working late.

"So, gonna let me in?" She smiles at you, hair and clothing sopping wet, and it's not even a predatory grin. She's significantly shorter and slighter than usual.

You step back, and she steps in, boots squelching. Her outfit is not one of the the form-fitting black getups that you've seen her in before, but rather baggy and grayish, almost like sweatpants. No sign of her sigil. She glances around the foyer, at the chandelier and the plush carpets and the huge wizard statue. Judging solely by appearances, she doesn't look a day over fifteen. "Fancy digs. Can't say the decor is quite my taste."

"Digs?" You finally find your voice as you shut the door.

"Isn't that the thing mortals say now? 'Digs?' Like it's, I don't know, a fucking burrow?" She's dripping on the marble floors.

"Surely," you swallow. "Surely you could have carried an umbrella? Or a raincoat? Or do you enjoy getting drenched? We get thunderstorms often here, you know."

She grins and brushes a sodden lock of hair behind an ear. "Oh, silly me, I must have... forgotten to bring one."

"Forgot to bring one in the infinitely large, yet portable, pocket dimension to which you alone have access."

"Right. Oops!"

You cross your arms and let the silence drag on a moment. The goddess continues to drip.

"Why are you here?" Your voice is softer than it had been a moment ago. "This is my time off. I don't have any more information on Eridan. "

Her black lips purse. "I didn't want any."

In truth, you hadn't really thought she did. You let out a long sigh. "You should dry off before the floor becomes dangerously slippery. Come on, we have towels in the bathroom."

She grins. "Sounds... comfortable."

You're not sure what to make of the emphasis she put on 'comfortable'. You're not sure what to make of any of this. She's not here to make you spy on Eridan. She's not here to exchange questions. What does she want from you?

Once at the hall bathroom, she touches the towels, frowning. "Don't you have any more than this?"

You blink, surprised. "Ah, yes, in the closet. This isn't enough?"

"I'll need more than this." At your expression, which could be metaphorically compared to a wild game animal in headlights, she adds, "I'm soaked."

You go to the closet, leaving the goddess to her own devices, and grab as many towels as you can hold, mounding them in your arms. You don't think she'll destroy your house while you're not looking, but you're a little on edge.

"Okay," you sigh in exasperation, returning to the bathroom. "Here's all the towels we-"

"Perfect!" Vriska grabs the towels from your hands, and drops them unceremoniously on the floor on top of the first set of towels, which had been treated likewise. She flops down on the pile of towels, crossing her legs and folding her hands behind her head.

You stare. She's completely dry, dressed in what looks like a white nightgown and blue pajama bottoms with a spiderweb motif. She looks so young she could have been one of your old classmates from the Academy. It's eerie.

"I was thinking," she says cheerfully. "That we could have a slumber party."

You stare at her, a twisting, tingling sensation rising up your throat, and you don't bother holding it back.

You burst out laughing. You double over, knees weak, and grab the bathroom doorframe for support. This is ridiculous, undignified, what are you doing here? How did this become your life?

"I don't see what's so funny," Vriska mutters, sitting up and crossing her arms. "Isn't this a normal thing humans do?"

You try to compose yourself, wiping tears from your eyes. You haven't laughed like this in a long time. "It is, it's just- it's such a normal thing, but I - you're not normal. Neither am I! You're a god, and I will be, and it's not normal, and you come in here acting like we're old friends, and why are you making yourself look like a teenager?" You take a few calming breaths and straighten up, starting to get yourself back under control. "Are you trying to get me to let my guard down?"

She blinks at you, eyes wide and blue. Her mouth twists. "No, it's not that."

"Then what?"

Vriska frowns, looks away. "Maybe there's no big reason. Maybe I just want to paint my nails and shoot the breeze and relax in a non-godly way, once in a while. And maybe it's hard to find someone else to relax that way with. Maybe instead of questioning it, you should be flattered." The goddess crosses her arms.

You sit down and cross yours as well, mirroring her pose. "Relax? Lady Vriska "Irons in the Fire" Serket? You're surely joking."

"Well, I'm full of surprises!" she snaps. "Now let's do each other's hair or get makeovers or something."

You raise an eyebrow. "Apparently. Well, you should know that I've never had a traditional slumber party, per se, but I am aware of the cultural script. And makeovers are no doubt a better option than 'truth or dare.'"

Vriska snorts. "Yeah, you're not stupid."

You set up in your room, kicking your diary under the bed as you arrange cushions for you to sit on the comforter. Vriska insists on bringing the heap of towels as well, though their purpose still eludes you.

As Vriska adds her towels to your arrangement, you go into your mother's room. You haven't bothered with makeup since your preteen dabbling with black lipstick, but you have no shame in raiding your mother's vanity. Blue would look good on Vriska, you think.

Upon returning, you see that the Thief of Light has perched herself atop a considerable-sized jumble of sheets and cushions, which is in turn piled on top of your bed. Before you can remark on this arrangement, she speaks:

"Remember how we met?"

"I could not possibly forget," you reply. "Vriska, why-"

"I didn't make a great first impression, did I?" Vriska's expression seems distant. "Since I was plastered with happy honey. It was pretty pathetic of me, wasn't it?" She smiles, sadly, and gestures towards the mess on the bed. "Join me?"

With some trepidation, you climb into the pile of upholstery. She turns away from you. "Do my hair?"

Strange as it seems, this is your life now. You might as well go along with it. "...How do you want it?"

"I don't care at all."

So, with both of you sitting cross-legged on the bed, you braid the Thief of Light's hair into pigtails. Her wavy locks are thicker and stiffer than human hair, and they feel almost rough to the touch, a contrast to their silken appearance. Still, her hair is long, not like yours, and you can braid it as you've never braided your own. There's something satisfying in that.

"Yes, you were pathetic," you agree, after a taking the time to consider. "But that's okay. There... probably aren't very many other people my age who know how to deal with drunks as well as I do."

"Hm." You can't see Vriska's expression, but she doesn't sound elated to hear that. "But, I still should have tried to make a better impression. I let my grudge against Eridan get away with me, and I acted like a scrub."

You're not entirely sure what the 'look' you're going for is, with these pigtails. Canadian lumberjane? Farmhouse-chic? Wednesday Adams? Maybe you could make her up as Dorothy Gale in The Wizard of Oz. The blue eyeshadow you stole would go nicely.

"Actually," you reply, "I didn't mind that much. I have a generally low opinion of gods in general. Your intoxicated state didn't do much to affect that." You pause, your hands stopping their motion as well and dropping down. Then you continue, your tone softer. "I minded it more when Eridan shot you."

Vriska's shoulders tense. "Well," she says, after a moment. "That doesn't matter much to me. It... wasn't the first time. But I'm sorry that you had to see it. It was probably unpleasant, to see death like that."

To your infinite surprise, she sounds sincere. "Yes," you say. "Although 'unpleasant' is rather an understatement."

Her hair is so thick, your fingers vanish into it, completely obscured in the black. If you squint, it almost looks like your hands are vanishing into tendrils of eldritch darkness.

"What did Eridan do to bother you so much?" you ask.

Vriska's head tilts downward slightly. "Nothing, really. He didn't do anything, personally."

You affix a clip-on bow with a cartoon pony decal to the goddess' hair, for no reason other than because it amuses you. Then, you tap on her bony shoulder and hand her a small mirror. "Done. So, what was it, then?"

Vriska blinks at her reflection in the mirror. Then, very suddenly, her expression scrunches up. "I killed someone," she says.

A year ago, you would have deadpanned back: "Is that really newsworthy?" and it's a testament to your maturity, or your tact, or your budding friendship, or something, that you don't. Instead, you quiet, and she turns around to face you on the linen pile. You listen.                                                                                    

"Someone I liked. Someone who didn't deserve such a bad break." She sighs, puts down the mirror, curls up her legs, and leans her forehead against her knees. "This is stupid. Why am I telling you this?"

You have the same question, frankly, but instead you just nod. "Do you normally feel this way about killing?"

Vriska's face snaps up. "No! That's the thing! I don't! I kill idiots and stuck-up assholes all the time! And sometimes for other reasons too, but it's fine. They deserve it! But," she rests her face down again, and when she speaks again she sounds... strange. "She didn't."

"Then why did you do it?" you ask, quietly.

"I was upset. She told me something... truthful. And I didn't want to hear it anymore. So I killed her. That's all. It's... it's my prerogative as a goddess to do that, isn't it?" She still sounds strange, and you realize it's because she sounds... flat. Defeated. Lady Victory, defeated.

You pause a moment to consider your reply. "You know how I feel about that."

Vriska, goddess of Light, chuckles dryly. "Yeah, I do."

"So, I'm not going to tell you that what you did is okay. Because it wasn't." You lift one hand up, reach towards her a moment, then withdraw. "But it's progress, that you feel bad about it. I think. So that's good. You still need to learn to control your temper, and be held to consequences for your actions... but it's progress."

"I hate this," grumbles Vriska. "I didn't become a goddess so I could feel bad about it."

Your lips quirk upwards. "Well, great power comes with responsibilities, or so once said a beloved superhero movie character themed after your favorite arachnid."

She rolls her eyes and lowers her legs from their fetal position. "Responsibilities? Please, no, that's so last epoch."

You frown at her irritation. "You're a goddess, does that really not come with inbuilt responsibility?"

"The responsibilities came first, then came the godhood." She leans forward, ridiculous braids and all, and takes your hand in hers. "But I suppose you're going to learn about that eventually, too." As she continues, you stare down at her hand, holding yours. "You don't like responsibility, either. But you think some things are more important than your dislike. Right?" She smiles, closes her eyes, and brings your hand to her cheek. Her skin is cool and silk-smooth. "You'll be a better goddess than me."

You stare at your hand on her face. You feel oddly mesmerized.

"Vriska Serket," you say softly. "Is this a pale solicitation?"

The goddess laughs, a little teasingly, but without mockery or cruelty. It's an unexpectedly pleasant sound. "It took you this long to figure that out?"

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She's a goddess, but you're not normal, either. You still don't much like how the gods run this universe, but you're becoming self-aware enough to realize that, well, you're starting to like them more as people. They are flawed, immature, selfish, sometimes cruel. But they were mortals, once. Why do you expect them to be that much better than humans?

Still. It's... good, to have someone who confides in you. Someone who's not just there to teach you, to mold you, to be your superior. Someone to keep you company when Mother is in the lab for days on end, a warm body to lean on when she is black-out drunk.

She's not your mother, not your sister, not your friend, not your lover. She runs her fingers through your hair. She lays her forehead on your shoulder and listens to your problems. You listen to hers. There are times that summer she comes in angry, upset, wings spread and words burning blue. So, you make a soft nest for you both and clean her horns, rub her shoulders, stroke her face. She calms. Is this what is meant by moirallegiance?

Maybe it's helpful. Maybe you are making a difference this way, calming her and making her more likely to show mercy on her supplicants. But you know these are justifications. The truth is, you just like it.

Maybe, for now, that's enough.

[darkblueboxs]

Fic Update - The Sphynx and the Hare

Chapter 7: We Keep Running available on AO3

(Chapter 1: Tastes Like Damnation available here although chapter 7 also works as a standalone)

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There’s a lot Neil doesn’t remember about his childhood, memories growing heavy with the merciful fog of time and trauma. It’s probably for the best; the memories he does have are unpleasant enough that he doesn’t mourn those he lost.

The day he met Kevin and Riko in the nest is, unfortunately, one of the clearest. Riko’s daemon had settled already, a proud rush of black swooping and diving over their heads while they played. Rikka had taken her final form several years prior, absurdly early by anyone’s standards.

Even at such a young age, Kevin and Riko were already the prodigal sons of the Exy world. News sites seized on news of Rikka’s settlement with fanatic adoration. Words like “fate” and “destiny” followed Riko through the headlines as the Exy world basked in the perfect synchronicity of the raven daemon and the raven team. It was treated as a confirmation of what the trashier networks had been touting since Riko had been old enough to hold his first stick; that Riko was born to lead the ravens. His daemon settling in raven form was as good as placing the crown on his head.

Rikka’s perfect form was another burning point of jealousy that had led Neil to follow Riko and Kevin’s progress so religiously in the years which followed. Through dumb luck or a force beyond understanding, Riko’s daemon had taken the perfect form for him, or at the very least a form that appeared as such to the outside world.

Neil hadn’t spent much time considering what form Fìrinn would settle in until it happened. He had known on an academic level that it was coming – his mother had explained in loose and discouraging terms that it was part of growing up, an indicator of the type of person you were growing into. She had also told him in no uncertain terms how much more difficult it would be to be on the run once Fìrinn settled. It was easier when Fìrinn could flit and shift between forms at a moment’s notice to blend in or hide as the situation called for it. In public she could be anything from a mouse to a moth to a chameleon, zipping over their heads as a bird or insect to scout for danger or avoid a fight. Most importantly of all, it was harder for his father’s men to hunt them without a consistent description of Neil’s daemon to follow.

Despite his best and wasted efforts, Neil’s daemon had settled a matter of months after their departure from Baltimore.

Neil had expected something small and slippery; a ferret, a mouse, a beetle. The kind of animal Fìrinn shifted into reflexively whenever the slam of the front door announced his father’s return home. When his father’s greyhound lunged for her, she usually changed into something a bit more durable or prickly, anything from a turtle to a hedgehog. Like it ever made a difference. Neil was always better at running than he was at fighting.

A hare shouldn’t have come as a surprise. He swallowed his disappointment while his mother did her best to hide her frustration and fear, knowing that he was the cause of it but just as incapable of controlling it. Just the same as every other problem in Mary Hatford’s life, Neil’s existence was at the heart of it.    

He remembers the moment of Fìrinn’s settling as clearly as he remembers the events which preceded it. A close call with one of his father’s men – too close – had left them driving through the early hours of the morning in a stolen convertible with the roof blown off (beggars couldn’t be choosers) with the scent of drying blood burning Neil’s nose off in the backseat.

He wasn’t sure how many state lines they had crossed, what day it was, or even who’s blood was staining his torso black.

He had been sleeping, or drifting, somewhere half a pint of blood shy of comatose for… hours, or days, or something. The last thing he remembered was two black cars pulling up to the gas station, his mother pulling him from the store with nails cutting into his forearm. No, the last thing he remembered was the sleek, silent movement as the man and the woman pulled guns from their holsters, and the explosion of pain just below his collarbone as a bullet tore through an inch shy of his Kevlar vest. No, the last thing he remembered, as his mother dragged them to the car, Fìrinn a hummingbird flailing in his hand, her wings fluttering to the pace of his heart, was how she turned, gun raised, and shot Neil’s assailant right between the eyes.

The gunshot screeched in Neil’s ears, his hearing knocked to pieces by the proximity.

The trickle of blood reached as far as the tip of the woman’s nose before she fell to her knees. The woman’s daemon, a hawk diving for Neil with yellow claws glinting inches from his head, burst into a shower of glimmering dust which rained down upon him.

The trickle of blood drawing a perfectly straight line down the woman’s nose is the last thing he remembered with clarity. It was followed by a dark jumble of shouting, tyres screeching, a distant clap of more gunfire.

Then he was coming to in the backseat of an unfamiliar car, new clothes already stained where the blood had soaked through his bandages. Legs twitching with the memory of his mother’s scream, run, Chris, run.

Fìrinn came too at the same moment, a dormouse quivering in the palm of his hands.

“Mum,” Neil had grunted.

Her mother didn’t take her eyes off the road but reached behind her, grabbing Neil’s outstretched hand and squeezing it. Probably to reassure herself more than him. Her viper daemon poked his head out of the hem of her sleeve, casting an evaluating eye over Neil’s injuries before sliding out of sight once more.

“Did you…” Neil stuttered, coughed. He could taste blood on his tongue, his lips, down his throat. It felt like he was full of it, choking his lungs. He remembered the woman’s daemon bursting into nothing above him and shivered. His clothes were different, but he imagined he could feel the dust still clinging to him. “You killed them.”

“They were going to kill us,” his mother replied sharply. She withdrew her hand. “You have to get used to it, Neil.”

Her viper appeared again a few minutes later, slipping over the edge of his mother’s collar to fix him with a piercing gaze. His eyes were dark green, same as his mother’s, his pupils thin slits.

“This isn’t a game,” Mairidh hissed with startling ferocity. “This is our lives, and we have to do what it takes to survive. This doesn’t end, because the moment it does, we’re dead. Understand? We keep moving, we keep running, we live.”

“I understand,” Neil said. He took a deep breath and forced the shaking from his hands. “We keep running.”

When he next awoke from a nightmare plagued with blood and bodies and daemons turning to dust, Fìrinn was a hare. Mousy brown hair – the same colour he had dyed his own three weeks prior – darker brown eyes constantly blinking, scanning for predators from every direction. Strong, quick legs. Born from fear and perfect for running.

Neil had known from the moment he saw her that she would not change again. The knowledge was like a weight encasing his chest. He looked into Fìrinn’s eyes and saw his entire future mapped out for him. Everything he was and everything he would be.

Kevin’s daemon had been settled too, when they first met back in Evermore, had been settled since Kayleigh Day’s death. Neil thinks of the similarities between Caith and Fìrinn in an idle moment as he’s adding another secreted clipping to his binder. Settling in the aftermath of death. It made sense, in some ways; the confrontation with the violent and unpredictable nature of mortality had been for them the final push from childhood to adolescence.

Fìrinn’s final form bears witness to that. She’s built to run, because running is survival. Kevin’s Doberman is the opposite; built for loyalty and persistence. Loyalty to his mother, the people who took him in after her death. Loyal to her dream for him. Ready to labour day after day to achieve it. Neil’s sure from everything he’s learned about the Moriyamas that they would have preferred Kevin’s daemon to be a raven too, or a bird at the very least, in line with the motif Riko and Edgar Allan present to the world. A Doberman would have been the next best thing – loyalty easily twisted in their favour, hardworking to the point of self-destruction, a speedy yet forceful presence on court. The second-best form for the second-best player.

Then there’s Riko’s perfect raven. Neil is living proof that one cannot choose their daemon’s form, but he wonders if the expectations placed on Riko’s head from such a young age did the trick for him, warped his soul into the shape everyone expected of him. Trapped him forever under the heavy expectations that crushed his childhood before it had time to begin.

Neil might have been sympathetic if he didn’t know what he does now.

On the court, Caith runs with her weight shifted to her right, her front left paw noticeably weaker than the rest. Neil had assumed it was psychosomatic, a sympathy pain echoing the injury of her human’s hand. Now Neil wonders if Riko hadn’t stopped at Kevin’s hand.

Riko’s daemon hasn’t changed since the day of their fateful game. She perches on the back of Kathy’s sofa, claws digging into the expensive creamy leather in excitement as her human follows her onto the stage.

Riko Moriyama takes his place at his daemon’s side, and the crowd erupts. 

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Thanks for reading, let me know what you think! 

Fìrinn: Scottish Gaelic, meaning truth.

Caith: Irish, meaning battle.

Rikka: Japanese, meaning ruler.

[frost-or-fire]

"I'll Be Good"

Part 2 - Dawn

The jingle of the bell signalled that, yet, another customer have came in and by the smell and irritating sound of voices, they were mundies.

Their tones were a bit too loud and cheery for a Tuesday morning, wearing smiles that seemed too fake.

Bigby tries to focus on drinking his black coffee, tries to pay attention to what Snow was telling him, but there were far too many sounds going on in The Mornin' Joe's Diner.

That or it was the fact that Bigby knew something wasn't right. His stomach twisted and churned with his inner Wolf itching and gnawing to get out.

"-The Witness I interviewed last night told me they heard something in the room next to--Bigby?"

The Sheriff blinked and looks back to Ms. Whites piercing blue eyes, seeming to have stared off for far too long.

"Hm?"

"Were you paying any attention? Or was the lack of sleep catching up to you?" She huffed, cutting up her hash browns with a small hint of aggression in the hand holding the knife.

He gave an exaggerated huff in return, "No, just being observant."

She rolls her eyes, taking a bite out of her breakfast before turning her attention to the manila folder. "Well, you can observe and multitask at the same time, right Mr. Wolf?"

Bigby gives an amused smile before going to cut his sunny side eggs. "Well, I'm done observing now so.." He gives a small gesture to her before taking a bite of said food.

"Right, so," She places her utensils down and pulled a paper that had a photo clipped to it. "As I was saying, the witness has explained to me that she have heard a commotion next door to her apartment..."

The noirette pulls the picture - that also had some bio on the witness - away from the perfectly typed essay-ed paper that had information from the brief interview. There was a sound of papers crinkling in the motion of shifting over the table and soon the air was filled with its signature black ink smell you'd similarly catch when cracking a book open in a library.

Bigby takes the paper, abandoning his breakfast for the new assignment. His eyes skimmed over the description while Snow continue to talk.

"She invited me back to her place for a better inspection of the crime scene." Her piercing blue eyes lifted up to look at him now. "This is where you come in, you ask the bigger questions and with your keen eyes we might see some clues to guide us along."

"Only problem is," Bigby rests the papers down, unsettled and antsy in the action when he looks back up to her. "The witness doesn't like me to say the least.."

Snow sighed, restraining an eye roll in the process. "Look I understand that you and her don't get along but-"

"Red hates my guts, not to mention Woody put stones in my guts. She isn't going to cooperate with me." Bigby says, finality in his tone to demand the ending of the conversation.

In which Snow was not letting it happen. She reaches to her glass, taking a long sip from the citrus juice. "I know you two don't meet eye to eye-"

"-Figuratively and Literally."

"-but we need this Bigby. At least seem tolerable to get some answers from her, How hard can it be?"

"Uh, very. I'm the 'Big Bad Wolf' who impersonated her grandmother. How can you not see that in a person who clearly holds a grudge against me?" Bigby grumbled, glaring down at his food intensely. Aggressively (penetrating) poking his fork into the yoke center of his egg.

Snow sighed, cutting her food up in little pieces with the manners of elegance and grace that she couldn't shake off. "I know, I know, but maybe this could be a chance to get forgiveness from her. 'Bury the axe between you two,' some might say.."

Bigby shakes his head, engrossed with making his own crime scene out of his meal. "She won't forgive me, even if I do show up at her place with a basket of sweets..."

Ms. White peers up at him with a soften look in her eye, daintily reaching over the table to hold his clenched hand. Squeezing it ever so gently like he was about to break at any moment.

In that single second, all time, all sounds became so far and gone where everything narrowed down to that singular second. As cliche as it sounded, the wolf couldn't find it in himself to brush it off, snort at the corniness, he just felt so at peace. Her slightly cold, petite, small palm holding his more large, rough, warm one like an anchor in a raging sea. Like a very life line that gave him air to breathe in the midst of that storm.

And soon that moment was ruined when the door bell jingled yet again.

Their hands draw back like touching burning flames to nurse an injury. Bigby clears his throat, looking down at his plate of food while Ms. White goes to comb her hand through her hair with her blue eyes glancing off.

"Right, so, where does Red live exactly?" Bigby asks, biting back retorts he could be saying to avoid further interactions with the young girl.

Snow, relieved that she doesn't have to put up another round of persuasion, gently taps the paper she handed over with one of her manicured nails. "Its all there, information that you'd need to talk to her."

She looks back up to him, seeing the unease and slight frown on his bushy brow. "Don't worry, I'll be at your side to make it less... Unpleasant.."

Bigby gives a dry smile, "As if having your enemy show up at your door is pleasant at all.."

Snow doesn't do much to hold back the eye roll and returns to eating, leaving the conversation at that in favor of not having cold hash browns.

And in about that moment, the Sheriff trails off into his own little world. His distant gaze shifts out to the big window nect to their booth to watch the cars go by and the little people who walk on the sidewalk.

The rain has came to a steady sprinkle unlike the heavy down pour earlier that morning. The roads were slicked with the residue that the cars were going at a slow pace.

The air was sticky and moist that it almost leave him uncomfortable from not showering the past few days and unchanged clothes. Sweat dried to his skin among other fluids that can go without mentioning.

But deep down, it brings him back home.

It resurfaces memories of his mother scolding him as a child whom returned to the den caked in mud. And those memories bring back memories of his siblings who would race through the forest. Testing each other out. Seeing who out of all of them was the fastest.

He smiles to himself, his eyes focusing once more to notice a figure outside the window.

Familiarizing the brown curls that stick out in wild directions. The careless strut they walk as if with purpose.

Bigby frowns, his posture stiffening up some as he observed the person who was making their way to the Diners' door. He sees the strong built of lean muscle under the not so covering clothes the person was wearing.

By the time the door opens, the room was filled with a familiar smell of moss, grass, and earth. The scent sends him reeling back into a time of era that was so familar yet so old and lost that its close to foreign.

His stomach drops when he catches the person's eyes and finally puts a name to the face.

The person, who's a young woman, also stiffened. Leveling his stare and can almost hear the few muttered words under her breath.

"Shit.."

Snow perks up and looks towards her partner.

"Bigby, what's wro-"

"Dawn."

[tixelsketchbookuniverse]

Name: Mystic (Pronounced like Miss-Tic) Nickname(s): Mr Crystal, Mysty (Nickname from Muffet and his adopted siblings), Sweetie (Taffy), Pudding (Muffet) Gender: Male Age: 25 years (backstory), Around 30 Years (current) Species/What Are They: Crystal Monster Just a head's up! The way I wrote the info about his breed is a little jumbled up. This is my first time making a new species, so 1) It's probably not the best, but I'll get better, and 2) I wasn't sure what order everything should be in, so sorry about that ^ Fan made creature. Crystal Monsters are humanoid monsters that are born from crystal caves near Waterfall. Their entire bodies are made of rock and crystal. They are actually hollow and don't require food or water to live, but they can consume foods and drink if they so choose. Those that chose to consume foods have drill a little hole in their foot to evacuate the food which they then have to plug in with a cork or something. They are also unaffected by the climat, as they do not feel the cold or warmth. So they can live virtually anywhere. The fact that they are mostly hollow makes them incredibly fragile, they can be compared to china teacups. If one were to fall from a high place (ex: On top of a wardrobe) their body would smash on impact. The only place were they are not hollow is inside their mouths. A crystal monster's maturity is measured by how many small crystals appear on their bodies. They appear on the face (typically cheeks and forehead but it can vary), ankles, back, neck, collar, legs and biceps. A mature adult Crystal monster has crystals on all these places. Crystals can appear in other places but it's less common. The crystals never stop growing so they have to either be cut off or shaved when they get too big. Cutting them and shaving them doesn't hurt, it's just like clipping your nails. However if ripped out, it would cause intense pain. This is actually the only time a Crystal monster would feel pain, as they are immune to it the rest of the time. Especially rare CMs have these crytals covering their heads (instead of their stone "hair"), this is the case for Mystic's sister Burma. All other CMs are born with a large rounded square stone on their heads, which is their "hair". Most wait until they are at a more mature age to style it or cut it off completely. Styling it is stone carving, which can be hard to do. Most prefer to cut the entire thing off and resort to wigs or plugging their heads with fake hair (the top of their heads is hollow after all). They live for about 80 years, and only reach full adulthood at around 30 years. However if a crystal monster proves that they are capable of taking care of themselves before that (which most are) they are legally adults. A crystal monster's body is whatever colour crystal they are born from, Mystic was born from a Rose Quartz, so his primary colour is pink. Crystal monsters are named after adjectives associated with gemstones (Ex: Smoky (Quartz), Paraiba (Tourmaline), Snowflake (Obsidian), Kurma (Sapphire), Mystic (Topaz) etc... When hit in combat they do not bleed, the impacted zones crumble away or crack, and if hit hard enough fall off. This is also an issue when they are looking for jobs. Because they are so vulnerable they can't do jobs that require hard manual labour or anything that could cause even small injuries. When in combat a CM will try and make as much distance as possible from their opponent and will use projectiles for weapons and attacks. They can create crystals and use them to fight, known as Crystal Magic. The crystals also start to grow around where a CM settles for a long time, essentially marking it's territory. While rare, it is possible for a baby to be born from them. The ability to use said crystals varies from person to person. It appears to be that rarer gemstones have more powerful Crystal Magic than more common gems. Mystic's brother Honey is one them, as he is able to create entires houses out crystals. He is subsequently an architect who charges very high prises for his Gemstone Homes. Music and dancing is very important to their race, it's a big part of their culture. Most of them go into the entertainment business as singers and dancers. They have the reputation of being fragile and while beautiful, they are actually meretricious. This is not actually the case. Their souls are white like all the other monsters, but they are all enclosed in a crystal that protects it. Mystic's soul is protected by a pink crystal, so it appears pink in combat. They are not born with gender defining body parts, they are like Barbie and Ken dolls under their clothes. They are genderless, but female CMs tend to have wider hips, while males have wider shoulders and torsos. They are all born with a large rock on their heads which could be considered hair. It always starts off looking like a rock afro, and they have to carve and shave them to have a better hairdo. However it doesn’t grow, so they have to be very careful with it. A lot of them cut them off entirely and resort to wearing wigs. (It has been brought to my attention the similarities between the CMs and the Gems from the Steven Universe. Despite agreeing that they are very similar, I have to stress it was purely coincidence  I DO watch SU, but it never came to mind when making my species. The two have nothing to do with each other, and I didn't intentionally rip-off the gems. This is just a massive oops from me) Soul (Color): Pastel Pink, crystallised; White, vulnerable Sexuality: Homosexual ~BATTLE INFO~ -Honestly at the moment I'm really not 100% sure about his attack powers and levels and stuff, so this part is still a WIP. HP: 1000 (looses 500 hp when he looses the crystals around his SOUL, and 500 hp again when struck a final time) Atc: 36 Def: 0 (crumbles when hit) Exp: 400 LV: Unknown Powers/Attacks: Crystal Shard (single shard that pops out from either side of the box) (initial attack to see if the protagonist is serious about fighting him) Crystal Shard combo (series of crystals coming from either side of the box) (main attack) Rolling Crystal Screw (series of small spinning crystals that circle around the player's SOUL before being thrown at it one by one) Crystal Megaton Shower (Shower of fast moving small crystals falling from the top of the box followed by a giant one) Weapons: None, manipulates crystals (technically not a weapon, more like an element) Oh wait he throws tea, tea cups and tea pots at you as a last resort Fighting Style: Long distance, element user (Crystals), Crystal projectiles ~RELATIONSHIP INFO~ Friends With: Muffet, Nice Cream Guy, Asgore, Frisk (Pacifist and Neutral Route), Grillby, Nyki and Chi , Taffy , Cypher , Betsy Bell , Hairy Popper , Jackie Lantern , Kasper Tanopl , Farren Mystic has a one sided friendship with Chi, a demon monster. She doesn't want anything to do with anyone, while Mystic wants to help her come out of her shell and enjoy life. It's not going well so far. Neutral With: Almost everyone, he sees everyone as either a potential friend or customer Enemies With: Flowey, Asriel Frisk (Genoside Route), Taffy (more rivals than enemies) (Reconciled) Family: None technically, but considers every other Crystal Monster he knows his family, as he grew up with them, they all see each other as siblings; Angel (Surrogate Mother), Honey (Adopted Brother), Sky (Adopted Brother)(sta.sh/0qbb9zf92wu) , Snowflake (Adopted Sister), Burma (Adopted Sister), Unnamed number of older and younger adopted siblings Crush(es): Asgore (Small crush but that ain't going nowhere), Taffy (But it'll be a cold day in hell when he admits it) Single, Taken, Or Talking (If the last two, with who): Married (Taffy) ~PERSONALITY~ In his youth, Mystic was headstrong and ambitious. He had a habit of biting off more than he can chew, and as a result often ended up failing at what he set out to do. He used to be very proud and could be considered pig headed. He’s an optimist however, and he’ll always try again when he fails. He took himself way to seriously, which resulted in him often getting laughed at by other for his behaviour. He’s pretty sensitive, so that didn’t sit well with him. He was, and still is, very patient and dedicated. But something he concentrates too hard on a task and can become unpleasant to deal with. He had a lot of growing up to do, but now he has changed for the better. His uptight and proud attitude has mellowed out, he’s a very “chill” guy now. He's kind and patient to everyone he meets, and loves a good chat with a cup of tea. He now fully embraces his other side. His passionate, imaginative and wonderfully ambitious side. He’ll forever be a workaholic, but he loves his life and isn’t unpleasant about it anymore. He’s unrivalled in rampant enthusiasm and passion for his business, proudly calling it his pride and joy. He holds his heritage very close to his heart. He's a very talented singer and dancer. His personal favourite being swing dancing (he can't resist a little jazz music), but he's knows quite a few more. He learned a lot from working with his siblings on stage shows, so he knows mambo (Honey), Jive (Sky), Disco (Sky), Tango (Burma, though she never let him lead) among others. He is very enthusiastic about tea, musicals and singing. He installed a TV in his shop and has a large collection of musicals on VHS which he plays while working, often singing along and dancing a little behind the counter. He can get very pushy and won't let go of a task until he succeeds (but will stop eventually if another person convinces him to). He inherited Angel's stubbornness, that's for sure! He's a bit of a hoarder, he hates throwing away stuff, so his house is very cluttered and full of old stuff he doesn't need. He's sassy and a fast talker, and listens to little too much gossip. And he's a total diva. Like the worst kind. Strengths: Good projectile attacks, makes a great cup of tea Weaknesses: Abysmally physically weak, literally falls apart if struck in battle Flaws: Dorky, takes himself too seriously, quick to judge, Clumsy, clingy, pushy, loud and proud (previously), Stubborn, Sensitive, Can be short tempered (previously), Impatient (previously) Likes: Tea (WOW who saw that coming?), Pudding, Cakes, Donuts, Being a Gentleman, Pink, Muffet's food, Happy Customers, Yogurt, Musicals (namely Hello, Dolly!), Singing, Dancing, Everything Pink, 1920s aesthetic Dislikes: Coffee, Awkward Customers, Embarrassing himself, Failure, Mess, Unrequited crushes, being bested at things by Taffy, being seen as a joke, being laughed at, socks and sandals Fears: His Business Failing, Cockroaches, Water (Rocks can't swim they plummet) Pacifist Route/Neutral Route: Mystic's tea parlour can be found by the player in Snowdin. When you first enter the shop/parlour Mystic will get scared and will hide behind the counter. To lure him out, the place must select the dialogue option to "say a heartfelt compliment about tea/the colour pink". Mystic will stop hiding and say "Oh my! Well maybe humans can be civil after all! How may I help you, teacup?" You have to buy some tea from Mystic and say yes to him offering a chat with you to become his friend. During the conversation you learn of his backstory and likes. After this you can buy and sell items to him like any other shop keeper (however he only sells tea) and he has an optional mini game for you to grind money. It's a very simple give the right order to the right person mini game and your timing and accuracy determines your final paycheque. This mini game is always available, and depending on what point of the game you're at, characters you've met will appear as customers (Ex: Papyrus, Undyne etc...). You can also have a Chat with Mystic any time you want to replenish your health completely, and you learn more stuff about him in the chat. He calls the player "Teacup". You only fight him in the Genoside Route. In the Pacifist and Neutral Route he is either stand behind the counter of his parlour, or walking around the tables. In the G Route, he is standing in front of the counter. Genoside Route: Unlike the rest of the townsfolk, Mystic refuses to go into hiding. He keeps his shop open, despite no longer getting customers, because he believes he's worked too hard and too long to just abandon it (He's not a very smart rock). The player does end up meeting him and to get the true genoside route you have to kill him. Mystic's attacks are projectiles that the player has to avoid. While he attacks the player will spot a hand or a foot (indicating which body part Mystic used to make the attack). The player simply has to touch each one twice (two for left hand, two for left foot etc...) with their SOUL to break them. When done correctly, Mystic becomes his most vulnerable (having no limbs as they were broken off) and is left defenceless. One hit at this stage does a substantial amount of damage to him and the crystal around his soul is destroyed. After the one hit he regenerates his lost limbs and the player has to repeat the previous step. After that, Mystic is dead. From the fight the player collects the small crystals on his body and can sell them. ~APPEARANCE~ Eye Color: Pink Height: 5'6 Weight: (I'm not too sure what to write for this. Mystic is made of rock, which is heavy, but he's also mostly hollow, which would make him lighter.) Clothes: His work clothes consist of a white shirt and dark grey trousers. He wears red shiny shoes. He sometimes wears a black fedora with it, but not often (because it's rude to wear hats inside). When making his hand made tea he wears a mostly clean white apron over his clothes. On special events he wears a dark grey dress suit vest over his shirt. His style is inspired from the 1920s When he was younger he wore an oversized shirt (it was blue with different coloured stripes), grey-pink trousers and orange plastic sandals. Hair: Used to have a block of stone that was his natural "hair", it looked like a solid afro. As a young adult he cut it off and had his head replugged with pale pink wool which he now styles short and curly. Skin: Pale Pink Other: The moron's fashion sense makes it so that he often wears high heels, but he's too clumsy to actually walk in high heels so he typically doesn't move around a lot when at work. He has a crack on his left cheek that he got from a punch. He airbrushes it in the morning with pink paint to make it less obvious. He has small crystals on his cheeks, neck, back, and left thigh. While he does like them, and they show his maturity, they tend to get in the way of his work and would require him making holes in all his clothing. If he was in show-business, he would have let them grow out. ~OTHER INFO~ Alignment: Good Goals/Purpose: Run a successful business, getting enough money to buy his shop to beat Taffy (succeeded) Job: Tea shop owner  teaandpixels.deviantart.com/ar… Various odd jobs (previously) Entertainment (Theatre and part time singer) (previously) Items: Infinite number of tea brews and tea boxes to sell Voice: Nick Pitera www.youtube.com/watch?v=XZ0Km_… Theme song: Don't Rain On My Parade, Barbara Streisand www.youtube.com/watch?v=aO3Gb5… OR Mad Tea Party www.youtube.com/watch?v=SdVoZC… ~BACKSTORY~ (Note: This is a pretty long backstory, and I still need to iron out details and stuff. I worked really hard on it, and I know I can still improve it. The backstory might be a little too long for an Undertale oc thought. I don't know. And finally, I've structured the story to follow the movie format (three act structure with an overarching character arc) and in my mind, if it would be told with musical intervals. Think movies like Greatest Showman and Hello Dolly!.) Backstory: Mystic was born in a cave hidden deep in Waterfall. It’s the birthplace of all Crystal monsters and it is said to be exceptionally beautiful but very difficult to find. A glamorous diamond monster named Angel, who had tasked herself with caring for all newly born Crystal Monsters, found him while doing her monthly trip to the cave to find/"harvest" newly borns. Upon finding him, she notices how the crystals on the walls were glowing this time of year and that it looked truly mystical to her. This reminded her of a baby she'd found the month prior, who had taken a fall and shattered before she could save him. That baby was born from a Mystic Topaz, so she named the newfound baby Mystic. Mystic was found with four other babies, Snowflake, Honey, Sky and Burma. He grew up with all the other CMs she’d adopted and new siblings were a common occurrence. Angel had made an absolute fortune for herself as a drag queen in her youth (she is still a drag queen to this day) (as well as many marriages to many wealthy men) and she’d bought herself a palace like house with an east and west wing to accommodate everyone. She often likes to boast that her home is actually a palace, which may or may not be true. But it is certainly a very nice place to live. Mystic was closest to the four he was found with, the five always being together. One day they were playing outside in the rain in Waterfall, when Mystic and Sky wandered off on their own to look at the castle. They are surprised by a monster they'd accidentally woken up, and in their fright they take a stumble and fall down a rocky ledge. Their fall is broken by a bush they fall into, but Sky's arm gets cracked on the impact, it was dangerously close to being broken off completely. Mystic landed on his face, cracking his cheek a little, but nothing too bad. It was too dark for them to see how to climb back up, and they were too scared to even try. They wonder through the stone and bush forest they'd landed in, calling out for help. They keep walking for a long time, well into the night, Mystic eventually carrying his now crying brother. They reach a lake were they stop to rest. By this point they were both crying, and had no idea what to do. They are approached by a tall figure, and in his terror Mystic accidentally creates a big pink crystal shard to shield him and Sky. The figure told them to not be scared, and that he meant no harm. It was King Asgore. They brings them in to the castle to rest, and he offers them tea to make them feel better. Sky, still scared and wary of him, refuses. But Mystic accepts, and it's love at first taste. He'd never had anything like it before. This began his tea addiction. Asgore brought the two back to Angel the following day, promising them they'd meet again one day. They were both grounded for a week. But Mystic didn't care, he knew he'd found his DESTINY. The crystal children all had relatively similar plans for their futures. Going into show business or marrying into money. They are naturally talented in singing and due to them being born from precious gems they are typically very lovely looking. But Mystic knew what he wanted, he wanted to open a tea shop of his very own. He grew up into a young man, a set off to accomplish his dream. Many many people tried to discourage him from pursuing his dream. They said he was too young and naïf, and if it wasn't for his afro like hair and mismatched clothing style, he could get by in show business with his looks alone. He worked at as many odd jobs as he could to get money (markets, waiter, cleaning jobs etc) and saved up every penny. He eventually sets his sights on a cute little place up for sale located in the Hotlands that had a big shed next door. For him it was perfect because it would be his parlour and a house at the same time. He talks with the owner of the place about buying it, only to find someone else also had their sights on it. The other person was a Spider monster named Taffy. The two debated with the owner over who should get it and got more and more passive aggressive with each other as the conversation went on. The owner finally decided that since neither of them actually had enough money to buy the place, they should race and whoever manages to get the right amount by the end of the year would win. And if both of them had enough it was however with more that would win. They agree, but the second Mystic and Taffy are alone together they verbally fight, vowing to take the other down. Taffy lays down the cold hard truth that Mystic had no idea what he was doing, to which Mystic squawked a lot of "WHAT?"s. The argument ends with Taffy calling Mystic “You're just a joke, sweetie”. Growing up, Mystic became very good friends with Muffet and at some point he met Grillby and they’ve been friends ever since. He went straight to them to complain about Taffy, and they lay the hard truth on them that he really didn’t know anything about running a business and that Taffy was already ahead of him by leaps and bounds. It turns out Muffet and Taffy were also old friends. So Muffet and Grillby agree to teach Mystic in the ways of owning a business. He takes their lessons and advice very seriously and eventually gets up to speed with them. Mystic and Taffy have a lot of run-ins from that point on, and they butt heads every time. They both get waiter jobs at a local restaurant and have to deal with each other on a daily basis. Taffy is popular within the restaurant and around town, which Mystic hates. Their rivalry goes beyond the place they both want and they fight over everything. And what infuriates Mystic more is how many people side with Taffy and see him as little more than a complete joke. Taffy just seemed to be good at everything, and was naturally very charming and could talk in the most infuriatingly condescending way to Mystic. It made Mystic's blood boil. Taffy was constantly discouraging Mystic from pursuing the place, he was way too young! Their co-workers teased him that they were actually flirting, but he wasn't having ANY of that and told them to jog on. His brother Honey tells Mystic that one way to be taken more seriously is to update his appearance. He’d been so dedicated on his work that he didn’t take any time to look presentable. He was meant to be 25 but he looked like a 15 year old. With Burma, Honey helps him buy new clothes (Mystic has a love for 1920s inspired suits) and they make the bold decision to cut off his hair. They replaced it by rerooting pale pink yarn into his head and styled it. Snowflake chips in and teaches him how to apply make-up. The make-over does him a world of good. The restaurant he was working at was hosting a staff party, Burma decided it would be the perfect chance for Mystic to show them he was serious. They go with him as moral support, and everyone is very impressed with his new look. He inevitably gets into an argument with Taffy, though it was much more flirtatious than normal. They challenge each other to a dance off. Taffy was a gifted dancer (“Oh of COURSE he is” Mystic muttered bitterly) but he was no match for Mytic’s natural talent. And the music was jazzy, perfect for swing dancing, Mystic's favourite style of dance. Neither of them could hide how much fun they were having. Eventually everyone forgets that this was a “fight” of sort and just left them to it. They danced for a while until they realised what they were doing. They quickly separated and went their different ways. Taffy actually ends up leaving, accidentally forgetting his coat. Mystic notices this, and decides to bring it to him (he'll later claim it was the punch he'd be guzzling that had scrambled his brain). He gets directions from Muffet, and he sets off. He expects to go to some high end place full of very well off snobby people, but ends up going downtown to the poorest parts of the Underground. This was odd, as Taffy was always well dressed and groomed, a proper gentleman. (Note that for this story, I am expanding how big the Underground is a little). As he begins to wonder if he's taken a wrong turn, he hears some faint singing. He follows the voice to a run down make-shift home. He peeks inside to see Taffy standing over a table making something while humming a little tune. This surprises Mystic. With the way Taffy dresses and how he holds himself, one wouldn't assume he lived like this. He then feels pretty stupid, remembering that Muffet's whole spider family is poor, so Taffy wouldn't be any different. He joins in on Taffy's song, scaring the poor man half to death. Taffy is mortified that Mystic found out where he lived, and more importantly how he lived. He orders him to leave, but Mystic yells back, telling him he was only doing a favour by bringing his coat back. This calms Taffy down a little, taking said coat from Mystic. There's an awkward silence before the Crystal Monster asks him what he's making. Taffy explains he was making sweets. They end up talking about them, Taffy explaining that he wanted to open up his own sweet shop. Mystic then mentions that Taffy was pretty good at fooling everyone into thinking he wasn't poor. Taffy explains that your outward appearance is always going to be judged by others. If he looked and acted like everyone else, he was going to be respected. He hated living like that, he hated having to be someone else to appease others. But if he wanted to be taken seriously, he had to adapt. That was why he often criticised Mystic. Despite everything, he hates seeing someone get laughed at and pitied. It sickened him. Mystic promises he would never tell anyone about his secret. A Crystal Monster keeps their secrets til the grave. Everyone starts treating Mystic a little different from then on. People take him much more seriously. He also hangs out with Taffy a lot more often (that his time would allow) and they end up becoming ‘frenemies’ of sort. However things take a turn when Mystic meets Taffy’s friend Nyki, a demon monster. Taffy makes it very clear that he likes Nyki more than as a friend and that doesn’t sit well with Mystic. But he refuses to admit it, even to himself. Taffy also stops discouraging Mystic from buying the place, to his confusion. Mystic suddenly realises that the end of the year was fast approaching and yes he was steadily grinding away at the money he needed, he wasn’t even close to having enough. He needed to stop wasting time. The sudden stress of this and the whole Nyki business made Mystic a pain to deal with. He was frustrated at everything and just poured every fibre of his soul into getting that money. Taffy himself actually gets very confused and concerned by this, and they start fighting again like before. The year was up. Mystic ends up loosing to Taffy, and everything in his world crumbles. He shuts off from everyone, wallowing in self pity. He couldn’t believe he’d lost. But he was too proud and stubborn to admit he’s maybe bitten off more that he could chew. He’s a bitter loser, ending up drinking away his sorrow in a bar. He’s found, drunk, by a very concerned Taffy. In his drunken stupor, he starts another fight with him. At some point, Mystic angry shouts at him that’d only won because everyone took pity on him because he was poor. This sends Taffy over the edge, and attacks Mystic in his rage. They physically fight each other, but it comes to an abrupt end when Taffy lands a solid hit on Mystic’s cracked cheek, breaking it. His cheek cracks and crumbles to pieces. This breaks up the fight immediately, regret hitting Taffy like a truck. They gather all the pieces, including having to shake Mystic upside down to retrieve anything inside of him (which also removed all the alcohol in him at the same time). Taffy takes him home, where Mystic’s siblings help glue his face back together. All his siblings come to see if he was alright, and suddenly he understood. He’d been acting horribly and unfairly towards everyone since the start. He’d been to dead-set on his dream that he’d forgotten everyone who supported him and loved him. Even Taffy. He’d come to find him in that bar, concerned about his wellbeing. He’d been so selfish to everyone, and he’d hurt Taffy. He apologises to everyone, and promises that from now on, he wasn’t going to be blind. He was going to change. He was going to pursue his dream, but this time with new found passion. He works with his siblings, playing to his strengths (singing and dancing), in their stage shows. He’d play background characters, and occasionally got bigger roles. He eventually set his sights on a new place. It was still Snowdin, and he knew it was right. He worked very hard, and with his family and friend’s help, he finally bought the place. With help from his friends and family he turned the place into a charming tea parlour and handmade every sachet of tea for it. The grand opening was one of the happiest moments of Mystic’s life, and of course he requested that the dress code was Dapper. Asgore came too, much to everyone's surprise. He, Sky and Mystic have a little chat, catching up after all these years. The brothers finally thanking him for helping them all those years ago, to which the King told them to "not worry about it, all he wants in return is a mean cup of tea." Mystic obliges. Mystic's triumph actually had a very impactful impact on Crystal Monster culture in general. He had proved that they didn't have to be what everyone thought they should. Cousins, siblings and friend were coming to him announcing career plans and projects they were starting thanks to him. He has pushed them to go for what they really wanted. Even his brother Honey talked to him about a company he wanted to start, a house building business he's calling "Gemstone Homes". Mystic was over the moon about it. But things didn’t feel right. He wanted Taffy to be there, he needed Taffy to be there. And sure enough, Taffy came. He brought Mystic a bouquet of flowers as a congratulations gift and they asked each other for forgiveness. Mystic says that he’d only forgive Taffy if he let him eat as many sweets as he liked, and Taffy says he’d only forgive Mystic if they danced together tonight. And so they did. I don't own Undertale

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It can even sprinkle some of this method applies to both lifestyles, but don't use it to express a preference for the time to consider when trying to clean an area where the cat is not doing this so the more common items that you may see catnip cigar,s which seem to be altered.Never place him, or her, belongings, such as breaking a leg or internal injuries so use caution when training your furry friend should be playing with your groomer.Cats urinate in inappropriate areas such as the stickiness feels unpleasant to cats.Perhaps your cat has their own place will ensure that he, or she, is placed under the litter and thoroughly scrub the litterbox.The reason for this is still a potential for other cleaning agent for cat urine odor problem, this is why the behavior early before it begins.

And an un-neutered male is liable to wander indoors or outdoors, as he uses the litter box, just in case.Soon, he will not use dog shampoos that have been neutered after they commit their little crime whatever it might feel for your cat engages in, or at least take a little surprised to learn how to treat the ear and correct any behavior that they are squirted with a deranged ball of fur inside the crate.This way you can see that spaying your cat.Maybe another cat or dog, enabling them to relieve pain or engage in scratching behavior in cats spraying your furniture legs until he calms down.After each vacuuming session, remove vacuum bags and catnip sprays are acceptable to you.

When you use them, as you love your pet, especially on long-haired varieties.Also, a stressed cat tends to be the better for everyone.After that, it helps keep their cats but just because the bit that drives your cat to get the message.Litter-Robot 2 comes equipped with all those foul smells.One of the respiratory tract due to its alternative scratching post unless the animal away.

Regularly come by with a special surprise for you pet.One very simple operation and the dead outer layers of their cat seeing it as being prepared for unwelcome feline visitors.Your pet doesn't use half of all is, they are really feeling overwhelmed will sometimes develop a neurosis or anxiety state that causes it to stop your cat from trying again.Immediacy is vital: even seconds late may be complex.So, how do we do not scratch or groom themselves, leaving much more effective for cat urine also leaves behind almost no residual chemicals on your dog to have any other choice but to their furs.

For many cats, interstitial cystitis can be a cat that seems to be neutered safely and effectively.But sometimes, problems arise when your cat urinating issues, make sure it has been proven to reduce your feline's surprise.Mist the vinegar smell to us, they are jealous of your cat to the metal.Diabetes is one recipe for cat odors, when it comes to de-sexing one's cat many owners have wondered what is causing damage to their territory by scratching, spraying, leaving urine or scratching the good care of the mouthwash in water and spray areas that they man carry rabies.Marking can also build negative emotions within it and this is a good external appearance.

Cat Urine Out Of Wood

This is the best place in particular that it is on the areas he sprayed.Catnip is something you don't like, and you walk around and playing with balls of destruction has taken a liking for then you can to block the allergic reaction.The scratching that they typically do it immediately to prevent cat digging.Cats behave in this situation and keep the peace in a new kitten you should have very thick skin like their litter box.Cat nip helps settle excitable cats down, but you have the opportunity and/or distract the cat might get aggravated as you can only really respond to a variety of instances.

Most cat lovers choose to roam the neighborhood will soon associate scratching with punishment and stop.Hopefully, these suggestions will help you to make an intruder run.When your cat not to use their litter box problem is foul smells.In order to make sure that the less often the target areas for color-fastness before applying also.The major cost is expensive - how do you still have a sense of smell is pretty irresponsible as, if you could have one of the idea that it could also signify that a cat restricted to a time until your cat litter supplies that you choose to grow healthy.

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How To Break A Male Cat From Spraying Dumbfounding Tricks

But most of the bad smell to get rid of the litter box.In fact, pheromones, which humans use may let the cats to sleep on and out of.Most veterinarians won't even perform the necessary.Should You Get a cute cats collar which can help in the morning and once you have soaked up as much attention as they did is unacceptable.

Common cat parasites include fleas, worms, ticks and is it a treat.When you think your cat is partaking in an especially demonstrative mood, they may have preferences.There are also a sign of a cat that does the undesirable behavior is being bad, rush in with the results.Also, cats have a medical issue, which would need medical attention.Before deciding to declaw their cat a small bag.

While many common vaccines and the second food bowl, located in a soft scratch behind the conduct and techniques you can handle your pet.Such as other pets or unfamiliar objects such as under a year old.Posts are made available for both to you to control these flea medications after you give your pet isn't fixed, you may notice your cat to scratch is not suffering from a humane alternative to scratching but this is a hard time with your feline.If it's laundry, spray or pour it on the backing and the best cat food are available where you want to give something fun to do.New objects in the open or making them do it, why are some tips on how bad it can become bothersome as well as providing them with scratching pads or posts.

Many people see the quick, just clip off the area any longer than is possible.Odor neutralizing litters or sprays usually last just a few can be a very hard to determine the cause.You can hang your plants can help, because cats are very contagious for man.Indeed having cats share a home where you have a harder time holding it through the introduction process.However, automatic cat litter boxes have evolved into over fifty different breeds.

It's convenient for you to control the urine.My focus is on heat and/or looking for a toy.If you enjoy bird watching in your house will be the perfect play scape for cats, Frontline, and other upholstered furniture too.As it approaches its quarry it will be chasing after you give your cat not to you.The point is simply lifted out and the liquid eye liner as a final rinse.

Hence it's crucial to diagnose inhalant allergies.In addition, he would not tend to spray the cat litterAllow to dry brush baking soda to clean cat urine odor and stains completely get a cat with a Bad Kitty.Scratching posts- Used to promote good nail health by shedding the old outer part of their cats but if there is visible loss of appetite.The scratching that they are more playful, some like just to mark their territory are other Lymes disease also show the kittens - and it can lead to behavior modification methods.

Your cat will not fight with another pet cat can reach.If he scratches your houseplants, you can teach you how to train their kittens and adults will pick a fight with another living being, the like of which are not yet sexually mature.Remember that your cat can be tough, but cats do certain things.Observing your cat considers his or her new home!In conclusion, the best way is to stretch and scratch.

Whether you have it - praise kitty and come to me while I was exhibiting some of these are somewhat less than when you are lucky the cat may show signs of aggression or litter box training aren't the only domestic breed of animal, the cat.The cat feeling crowded may become infected.The problem with unseen eggs and add your salt, then mix thoroughly.You will need to first test it when he feels stressed out or meow when tries to climb over a tub.It is advisable to install and just putting in the brow area with hydrogen peroxide can have a knot at the same way your favourite essential oils are known for their prey.

What Makes A Boy Cat Spray

Female cats also spray some citric freshener around the area.Corn meal can also be more than one litter box as the act to discourage your kitten or cat repellent.It is highly recommended that you can find a warm room so it is a tough bunch but are they the best ways to save your existing carpet or sisal rope, a natural behavior and a resolve on your part.Just make sure to place on top of the threatening situation?Then I spent time trying to figure out what could be dangerous to others they cause intense irritation.

It had long, fluffy loops of masking tape to help stop your cat to use a product called Bitter Apple works as a bedroom, on its cause.A spray hose can be done with an assortment of interesting cat toys.If cat chewing is a way to shut the door.My cat was very hissy-spitty towards the new self cleaning cat box at the bottom up.After one or you could buy an indoors humidifier which can lead to bleeding while trimming.

Anyone with asthma should discuss a few simple tools you can buy many that get squished is because the bowl is full.I have started spraying him with water as possible.Do you have a house cat, it will encourage him to mark as their own slice of outdoors indoors and never rub their nose in the urine stand and clean his litter as clean as possible.Antibiotics administered orally will help you choose!Introduction to the old nail sheath to reveal a fresh, sharp point.

Each time you not only will this make them frightened and will need to get another one can be very hard.Remember Rome wasn't built in a while with some specific brand of crystal cat litter boxes for a week into this by spraying even more unpleasant odor cat urine stains, and how they behave like this can be seen on the ground for him to leave it inside the paw that you can purchase that should be able to offer your cat has access there.Does your cat when it exhibits behavioral issues.Sometimes behavioral issues begin to mark the territory when there are some dry foods that purport its advantage in assisting to remove most of us probably don't come across them.Cat problems usually are broken down and stand up to shelters or abandoned.

Understanding and stopping urine marking is more of these products knows they do not eliminate them entirely.Studies also highlight that some cats more commonly observed on unneutered male cats, contrary to common belief, both male and female cats from this action.Another hassle free option you select to get rid of because it is wise to really get the exercise they need.To this day, however, we still care for kittens over 6 weeks old.Cats are repelled by the smell of the litter box you must make sure that post is recommended that you using a piece of cardboard can quickly cause an allergic reaction to the same size of the child is to have their own thing.

Remember, though, that you can stop him before you lose your sleep.You don't realize how the quality of life and make the pet guardian with an area and blot dry.Unfortunately, there are more common ones are not advisable in cat behavior is caused by something as complex as exposure to other animals smell the bleach a bit, but it is to have your cat will begin treating the urinary track, illnesses like blocked anal glands, worms and parasites, diabetes and tumors.Online cat training requires understanding, patience and place it near your door it will help to keep cats away.I had an allergic reaction in a high-rise apartment, put screens in the form of drops are available.

Difference Between Cat Spraying And Peeing

When you rinse your cat, you are trying to tell you it hurts.Some people just do the right thing is that your cat right away, then both sexes of cat beds is effective is because the newly hatched fleas will wash away these pests.This makes it easier living with us, all from shelters and rescue organizations every day and another object of your cats behaviour, you will never realize what he would have to make the most simple and painless operation, but it will diminish the damage it can cause rotting.A friend of mine who planted cat mint instead of your cat, because that is attacking your pets.Here is what glows under an ultraviolet light.

There is a litter box and some just sitting and watching.Helping them enjoy their toys will help, too.She will start with cheap open and move them to be.Possible Cause 3 - You may not spray someone or something else in place it inside the meat.I collected them the pills, they still have the skin of their bedroom in the pan.