#and joe and tabby have to get the eye drops

[harocat]

Foster kitten woes is that Mama Misty got an eye infection, which she passed to all four of her babies, which got passed to now three of our cats.

I've never had something happen like this before. We've had eye infections and ear infections in the house, and of course there's a risk of contagion depending on the type of infection, but it's never happened to this degree before. The worst I've seen before this is when Tabby and Darjeeling (sisters) got the same ear infection. There are eight cats in the house with an active eye infection.*

*Perhaps I should say seven, because Mama Misty seems fully healed by now. The kittens are ALMOST better; just a bit of occasional crustiness.

And it's a stubborn little infection. Misty's took two weeks of eye drops to entirely clear up. We've been using the leftover eye drops the shelter vet gave us on our own cats, which... I don't really feel bad about because the infection came from a foster. However, I think for Ritz, our old man with FIV, we will get him something from our vet. He goes in on Tuesday for an echocardiogram, so we'll have him looked at then. His just popped up Saturday night.

[hedgiwithapen]

DHD: this is a free metakitties prompt, use as you will.

This is how season 2 of metakitties would have ended!!! Barry couldn't feel his fingers, staring at the wall. Nyoom mewed softly, one long note of warning before leaping. He caught her on instinct, burying his hands in her long fur and ignoring the small shocks from the lightning that bristled off her.  

The message Zoom had left, blackened on the wall, was stark. 

He had Wally. He'd watched them all long enough to know Barry's weakness, and he'd finally made his move. 

"Barry," Joe said, grabbing him by the arm. "Barry. Breathe. We'll figure something out."

"Joe, he's too fast," Barry said, finally ripping his eyes away. He flinched. How had he not heard Eddie, Iris, Cisco all coming up the stairs? "He's too fast. I can't..."

"Then it's a good thing we have a better plan than 'run in circles a lot,' Cisco said. 

Barry looked at him. "We do?"

"Well, not yet," Cisco admitted. "But we'll come up with something." 

"We'll get him back," Eddie promised as Iris approached, slipping her arm through Barry's. Nyoom grumbled as she resettled herself. "Lets go back to STAR. We'll come up with something."

"I can call Caitlin," Cisco said. Barry knew she and Ronnie would get back to STAR labs as fast as they could, but what if it wasn't fast enough?

Joe nodded. "Good idea. Who else has one?"

"I....think I do," Iris said, looking at the rumpled sheets on Wally's bed where Moose was anxiously kneading one of his sweaters. "but we need Caitlin and Scrap. And we're going to need Eevee." 

That was enough to startle Barry fully. Eevee wasn't one of the STAR Labs cats. "Do you think Kenna will risk her like that?"

"Wally's counting on us," Iris said. "I'll convince them."

*

Wally stared across the interior of Star Labs, trying to blink his eyes back into focus. The flash stood two steps in front of his dad and sister, with Eddie and Caitlin and Cisco flanking them.  The Flash's mask was off. Something in Wally shouted that he should have guessed it was Barry, but fear still curled too tight around him, like Zoom's hand on the back of his neck. He was going to die. He'd thought, earlier, he was going to die in that cell, a chain looped around his wrist. 

"The Flash's speed," Zoom said again, satisfied with who was in the room and who was not. He'd ordered Caitlin to shut her cat, Scrap, out of the room, checked the others. They'd done so without hesitation. "Or I break him the way I broke you, Barry. This one doesn't have a healing factor like you. How long before he--"

"Enough," Barry interrupted, light eyes flecked with gold. "Fine. You can have my speed. Just don't hurt him."

Wally opened his mouth to protest. Didn't the Flash---didn't Barry know that the minute this guy had what he wanted, they were all dead anyways? He caught the look on Iris's face, saw the cat she was absently petting. Not Goldie. Moose. The black tabby that had chosen, for some reason, him. Moose's amber eyes were fixed on him, pupils wide, in the way that always made him look so silly. 

Barry clambered onto the treadmill, as Cisco adjusted the wires to Zoom's specifications. AS he started to run, Zoom leaned forward. Wally despaired. The window to escape was narrowing every second. Moose inched forwards, despite the lightning, one white paw at a time. Zoom paid him no heed, but Wally was suddenly grateful for the warm weight leaning against his ankles, the vibration of the purr pushing into him. 

The number on the treadmill display rose higher. Barry ran slower. 

A cat yowled.

It was like everything happened in slow motion. Cisco scooped up a fluffy brown cat Wally had  never seen before and launched her at Zoom. The cat sunk her claws into the fabric of Zoom's suit before pushing off, leaving blue lightning in her wake. Zoom's grip on Wally released as Moose's purr grew louder and louder, a sheen of golden energy circling boy and cat and pushing the monster back.

And from a ceiling tile dropped Scrap, falling only a few inches before she rippled and grew, the size of a bear, bigger, directly onto Zoom's head.  Wally ducked, Moose's shield coming with him, holding up the weight of the bear-cat until she shrank, leaving a gory mess of suit and blood and exposed bone, all that remained of Zoom.  the Tiny kitten licked one paw, and scampered away, leaving a trail of red pawprints. 

"Told you it would work," Iris said. "Wally, are you ok?"

"No?" he said. " I... the cats. The.. What?"

"It's a lot, " Eddie agreed, reaching out a hand and Moose, still purring, let the force field drop. With a shaking hand, Wally pet his cat until his dad dropped beside him in a hug.  

"Hey, uh, Question," said Cisco, looking slightly green at the sight of Zoom's pancaked corpse. " what happens to his speed, now? Eevee can't exactly give it back, so..."

"Kenna's going to kill us," Barry said, levering himself off the treadmill, waving a hand to check that his own speed was still there.

"Not in here," Cisco said as Fuzzwhump bared her tiny teeth at Barry, who apologized.

"I..I'm sorry," Wally said again, a little more loudly. "What?"

"Uh, long story short, superpowered cats, no, we don't know why or how, you're welcome for them saving you," Caitlin said, cuddling Scrap.  

Wind roared down the hallway, blue and gold lightning dancing as Nyoom and Eevee raced each other back into the main room. Eevee paused in front of Wally, looking at the mess behind him.

"Wait, no--" Joe started, but it was too late. Eevee, whiskers twitching, carefully bapped Wally's cheek, and blue lightning flared. 

When he blinked open his eyes, Moose was standing on his chest, rumbling a purr like thunder. 

"Good news and, uh, interesting-not-exactly-bad news," Caitlin said.  "Good news, you're fine." "Interesting news," Cisco said, "You're going to need a code name."

[theshadowmalec]

City of Ashes

Kissed

source: Cassandra Clare's website

The story of Malec's first kiss, and how Alec asked Magnus out on a date.

It was printed on thin paper, nearly parchment, in a thin, elegant, spidery hand. It announced a gathering at the humble home of Magnus the Magnificent Warlock, and promised attendees "a rapturous evening of delights beyond your wildest imaginings."

— City of Bones

Standing in the stairwell of Magnus’ home, Alec stared at the name written under the buzzer on the wall. BANE. The name didn’t really seem to suit Magnus, he thought, not now that he knew him. If you could really be said to know someone when you’d attended one of their parties, once, and then they’d saved your life later but hadn’t really hung around to be thanked. But the name Magnus Bane made him think of a towering sort of figure, with huge shoulders and formal purple warlock’s robes, calling down fire and lightning. Not Magnus himself, who was more of a cross between a panther and a demented elf.

Alec took a deep breath and let it out. Well, he’d come this far; he might as well go on. The bare lightbulb hanging overhead cast sweeping shadows as he reached forward and pressed the buzzer.

A moment later a voice echoed through the stairwell. “WHO CALLS UPON THE HIGH WARLOCK?”

“Er,” Alec said. “It’s me. I mean, Alec. Alec Lightwood.”

There was a sort of silence, as if even the hallway itself were surprised. Then a ping, and the second door opened, letting him out onto the stairwell. He headed up the rickety stairs into the darkness, which smelled like pizza and dust. The second floor landing was bright, the door at the far end open. Magnus Bane was leaning in the entryway.

Compared to the first time Alec has seen him, he looked fairly normal. His black hair still stood up in spikes, and he looked sleepy; his face, even with its cat’s eyes, very young. He wore a black t-shirt with the words ONE MILLION DOLLARS picked out across the chest in sequins, and jeans that hung low on his hips, low enough that Alec looked away, down at his own shoes. Which were boring.

“Alexander Lightwood,” said Magnus. He had just the faintest trace of an accent, something Alec couldn’t put his finger on, a lilt to his vowels. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Alec looked past Magnus. “Do you have — company?”

Magnus crossed his arms, which did good things for his biceps, and leaned against the side of the door. “Why do you want to know?”

“I was hoping I could come in and talk to you.”

“Hmmm.” Magnus’ eyes raked him up and down. They really did shine in the dark, like a cat’s. “Well, all right then.” He turned abruptly away and disappeared into the apartment; after a startled moment, Alec followed.

The loft looked different without a hundred churning bodies in it. It was — well, not ordinary, but the sort of space someone might live in. Like most lofts, it had a big central room split into “rooms” by groupings of furniture. There was a square collection of sofas and tables off to the right, which Magnus gestured Alec toward. Alec sat down on a gold velvet sofa with elegant wooden curlicues on the arms.

“Would you like some tea?” Magnus asked. He wasn’t sitting in a chair, but had sprawled himself on a tufted ottoman, his long legs stretched out in front of him.

Alec nodded. He felt incapable of saying anything. Anything interesting or intelligent, that was. It was always Jace who said the interesting, intelligent things. He was Jace’s parabatai and that was all the glory he needed or wanted: like being the dark star to someone else’s supernova. But this was somewhere Jace couldn’t go with him, something Jace couldn’t help him with. “Sure.”

His right hand felt suddenly hot. He looked down, and realized he was holding a waxed paper cup from Joe, the Art of Coffee. It smelled like chai. He jumped, and only barely escaped spilling on himself. “By the Angel —”

“I LOVE that expression,” said Magnus. “It’s so quaint.”

Alec stared at him. “Did you steal this tea?”

Magnus ignored the question. “So,” he said. “Why are you here?”

Alec took a gulp of the stolen tea. “I wanted to thank you,” he said, when he came up for air. “For saving my life.”

Magnus leaned back on his hands. His t-shirt rode up over his flat stomach, and this time Alec had nowhere else to look. “You wanted to thank me.”

“You saved my life,” Alec said, again. “But I was delirious, and I don’t think I really thanked you. I know you didn’t have to do it. So thank you.”

Magnus’ eyebrows had disappeared up into his hairline. “You’re . . .welcome?”

Alec set his tea down. “Maybe I should go.”

Magnus sat up. “After you came so far? All the way to Brooklyn? Just to thank me?” He was grinning. “Now that would be a wasted effort.” He reached out and put his hand to Alec’s cheek, his thumb brushing along the cheekbone. His touch felt like fire, training tendrils of sparks in its wake. Alec sat frozen in surprise — surprise at the gesture, and surprise at the effect it was having on him. Magnus’ eyes narrowed, and he dropped his hand. “Huh,” he said to himself.

“What?” Alec was suddenly very worried that he’d done something wrong. “What is it?”

“You’re just . . .” A shadow moved behind Magnus; with fluid agility, the warlock twisted around and picked up a small gray and white tabby cat from the floor. The cat curled into the crook of his arm and looked at Alec with suspicion. Now two pairs of gold-green eyes were trained on him darkly. “Not what I expected.”

“From a Shadowhunter?”

“From a Lightwood.”

“I didn’t realize you knew my family that well.”

“I’ve known your family for hundreds of years.” Magnus’ eyes searched his face. “Now your sister, she’s a Lightwood. You—’

“She said you liked me.”

“What?”

“Izzy. My sister. She told me you liked me. Liked me, liked me.”

“Liked you, liked you?” Magnus buried his grin in the cat’s fur. “Sorry. Are we twelve now? I don’t recall saying anything to Isabelle . . .”

“Jace said it too.” Alec was blunt; it was the only way he knew how to be. “That you liked me. That when he buzzed up here, you thought he was me and you were disappointed that it was him. That never happens.”

“Doesn’t it? Well, it should.”

Alec was startled. “No — I mean Jace, he’s . . . Jace.”

“He’s trouble,” said Magnus. “But you are totally without guile. Which in a Lightwood, is a conundrum. You’ve always been a plotting sort of family, like low-rent Borgias. But there isn’t a lie in your face. I get the feeling everything you say is straightforward.”

Alec leaned forward. “Do you want to go out with me?”

Magnus blinked. “See, that’s what I mean. Straightforward.”

Alec chewed his lip and said nothing.

“Why do you want to go out with me?” Magnus inquired. He was rubbing Chairman Meow’s head, his long fingers folding the cat’s ears down. “Not that I’m not highly desirable, but the way you asked, it seemed as if you were having some sort of fit —”

“I just do,” Alec said. “And I thought you liked me, so you’d say yes, and I could try — I mean, we could try —” He put his face in his hands. “Maybe this was a mistake.”

Magnus’ voice was gentle. “Does anyone know you’re gay?”

Alec’s head jerked up; he found he was breathing a little hard, as if he’d run a race. But what could he do, deny it? When he’d come here to do exactly the opposite? “Clary,” he said, hoarsely. “Which is . . . Which was an accident. And Izzy, but she’d never say anything.”

“Not your parents. Not Jace?”

Alec thought about Jace knowing, and pushed the thought away, hard and fast. “No. No, and I don’t want them to know, especially Jace.”

“I think you could tell him.” Magnus rubbed Chairman Meow under the chin. “He went to pieces like a jigsaw puzzle when he thought you were going to die. He cares —”

“I’d rather not.” Alec was still breathing quickly. He rubbed at the knees of his jeans with his fists. “I’ve never had a date,” he said in a low voice. “Never kissed anyone. Not ever. Izzy said you liked me and I thought —”

“I’m not unsympathetic. But do you like me? Because this being gay business doesn’t mean you can just throw yourself at any guy and it’ll be fine because he’s not a girl. There are still people you like and people you don’t.”

Alec thought of his bedroom back at the Institute, of being in a delirium of pain and poison when Magnus had come in. He had barely recognized him. He was fairly sure he’d been screaming for his parents, for Jace, for Izzy, but his voice would only come out on a whisper. He remembered Magnus’ hands on him, his fingers cool and gentle. He remembered the death-grip he’d kept on Magnus’ wrist, for hours and hours, even after the pain had passed and he knew he would be all right. He remembered watching Magnus’ face in the light of the rising sun, the gold of sunrise sparking gold out of his eyes, and thinking how oddly beautiful he was, with his cat’s gaze and grace.

“Yes,” Alec said. “I like you.”

He met Magnus’ gaze squarely. The warlock was looking at him with a sort of admixture of curiosity and affection and puzzlement. “It’s so odd,” Magnus said. “Genetics. Your eyes, that color —” He stopped and shook his head.

“The Lightwoods you knew didn’t have blue eyes?”

“Green-eyed monsters,” said Magnus, and grinned. He deposited Chairman Meow on the ground, and the cat moved over to Alec, and rubbed against his leg. “The Chairman likes you.”

“Is that good?”

“I never date anyone my cat doesn’t like,” Magnus said easily, and stood up. “So let’s say Friday night?”

A great wave of relief came over Alec. “Really? You want to go out with me?”

Magnus shook his head. “You have to stop playing hard to get, Alexander. It makes things difficult.” He grinned. He had a grin like Jace’s — not that they looked anything alike, but the sort of grin that lit up his whole face. “Come on, I’ll walk you out.”

Alec drifted after Magnus toward the front door, feeling as if a weight had been taken off his shoulders, one he hadn’t even known he was carrying. Of course he’d have to come up with an excuse for where he was going Friday night, something Jace wouldn’t want to participate in, something he’d need to do alone. Or he could pretend to be sick and sneak out. He was so lost in thought he almost banged into the front door, which Magnus was leaning against, looking at him through eyes narrowed to crescents.

“What is it?” Alec said.

“Never kissed anyone?” Magnus said. “No one at all?”

“No,” said Alec, hoping this didn’t disqualify him from being datable. “Not a real kiss —”

“Come here.” Magnus took him by the elbows and pulled him close. For a moment Alec was entirely disoriented by the feeling of being so close to someone else, to the kind of person he’d wanted to be close to for so long. Magnus was long and lean but not skinny; his body was hard, his arms lightly muscled but strong; he was an inch or so taller than Alec, which hardly ever happened, and they fit together perfectly. Magnus’ finger was under his chin, tilting his face up, and then they were kissing. Alec heard a small hitching gasp come from his own throat and then their mouths were pressed together with a sort of controlled urgency. Magnus, Alec thought dazedly, really knew what he was doing. His lips were soft, and he parted Alec’s expertly, exploring his mouth: a symphony of lips, teeth, tongue, every movement waking up a nerve ending Alec had never known he had.

He found Magnus’ waist with his fingers, touching the strip of bare skin he’d been trying to avoid looking at before, and slid his hands up under Magnus’ shirt. Magnus jerked with surprise, then relaxed, his hands running down Alec’s arms, over his chest, his waist, finding the belt loops on Alec’s jeans and using them to pull him closer. His mouth left Alec’s and Alec felt the hot pressure of his lips on his throat, where the skin was so sensitive that it seemed directly connected to the bones in his legs, which were about to give out. Just before he slid to the floor, Magnus let him go. His eyes were shining and so was his mouth.

“Now you’ve been kissed,” he said, reached behind him, and yanked the door open. “See you Friday?”

Alec cleared his throat. He felt dizzy, but he also felt alive — blood rushing through his veins like traffic at top speed, everything seemingly almost too brightly colored. As he stepped through the door, he turned and looked at Magnus, who was watching him bemusedly. He reached forward and took hold of the front of Magnus’ t-shirt and dragged the warlock toward him. Magnus stumbled against him, and Alec kissed him, hard and fast and messy and unpracticed, but with everything he had. He pulled Magnus against him, his own hand between them, and felt Magnus’ heart stutter in his chest.

He broke off the kiss, and drew back.

“Friday,” he said, and let Magnus go. He backed away, down the landing, Magnus looking after him. The warlock crossed his arms over his shirt — wrinkled where Alec had grabbed it — and shook his head, grinning.

“Lightwoods,” Magnus said. “They always have to have the last word.”

He shut the door behind him, and Alec ran down the steps, taking them two at a time, his blood still singing in his ears like music.

[captaintrissy]

Their reaction to you bringing home a stray dog/cat (BoB)

Dick Winters: When you bring home a tabby cat you found on the farm Dick let’s you explain why you think you should keep the cat without interrupting you. You already have an assortment of animals, so Dick doesn’t think one small cat will make much of a difference. And, as he points out, ”What’s a farm without a cat?”. He lets you decide what to name the cat, and what cat stuff to buy, but he definitely helps out with the cat and he doesn’t even try to hide the fact that he’s cuddling with it.

Lewis Nixon: Let’s face it; chances are he’s the one who brings home a stray dog, but for the sake of this preference let’s say you’re the one who brought him the dirty and slightly scrawny golden retriever you saw on the street. You’d probably give the dog a bath and something to eat before Lew comes home. He barely had time to shut the door before the dog was by his side, excitedly wagging his tail and begging for treats. At first Lew thinks he forgot an anniversary and you got him the dog as a present. His mind is going 100 kilometers (because you Americans are the only ones to use miles) trying to think of something to give you. When you enter the hall he blurts out ”I’m taking you out for dinner!”. You respond that while you think it’s sweet, you probably can’t leave your new dog alone. He instantly begins to thank you profusely for the dog. A little confused you start to explain that he’s not from a kennel or a shelter. This makes Lew look up and, a little indignant, ask if you just picked his present up from the street. This leads to mutual confusion until you explain how you just found the golden on your way home. Relieved Lew asks ”Oh, so I didn’t forget an anniversary?”. With the confusion cleared up there’s only excitement from Lew’s part as he enjoys your new dog.

Harry Welsh: You found a box of abandoned kittens out in the rain by the garbage cans. You immediately took them inside and called for Harry. When he came into the hallway you explained the situation and asked him to get you some towels. After he’d gotten the towels he went into the kitchen and got milk so you could feed them something. While you dried the kittens off, Harry fed them. You slyly brought up that it’s almost Christmas. Harry sighed softly but otherwise remaining silent, contemplating it. He didn’t see any obstacles to you getting a pet, especially a relatively easy one, but an entire litter was a bit too much in his opinion so he agreed on keeping one (you got to chose which one). The next day he dropped the remaining kittens off at an animal shelter on his way to work.

Ron Speirs: When you first brought home the black cat, Ron was not happy. He thought you were doing just fine without a pet and he didn’t want to have to clean up if the cat makes a mess. However, he knows he’s not the most affectionate guy so you getting cuddles and attention from a pet might be a good idea. That reason wins him over and he agrees to keep the cat. At first it works out as you both had in mind but then Ron notice how he’s getting jealous when he sees you snuggling with the cat instead of asking him, so when you’re petting the cat he’ll sneak up next to you, put his arm around you and pull you into his side. This usually leads to the cat asking for attention from Ron instead, and after a while he does scratch its chin. Over time he becomes more fond of the cat and sometimes take the initiative to pet him.

Carwood Lipton: When you brought home a small, one-eyed cat, Lip wasn’t even surprised. He knows you better than anyone so he always knew there was a risk something like this might happen. When you ask him if you can keep it Lip wants to take the night to sleep on it, which you agree to. It’s not that he doesn’t like animals, it’s more that he want to make an informed and start decision. The next morning he lets you know that he agree to keep the cat. He figured that they’re fairly independent so it won’t be a problem leaving it alone while you’re at work, also it might be nice to have a furry companion.

Floyd Talbert: When you bring home a stray dog Tab feels like he can’t say anything against it since he did the same thing with Trigger. Not that he’d do it anyway, this man loves dogs, but he doesn’t want a small and ”girly” looking dog. He’s a paratrooper for Christ’s sake! So as long as you don’t bring him a chihuahua he’ll be picking out a name, dog bowl, bed etc. with you. Not to mention how he’ll constantly be playing with the dog or taking it out for walks. The one issue Tab might have about bringing home a dog is if it gets along with Trigger, he knows you can’t have two fighting dogs in the same house but as long as they get along he’d just be excited.

Don Malarkey: When you bring home the small corgi, Don has mixed feelings. On one hand he knows how much joy a pet can bring, but on the he’s not sure if you can handle a dog. Especially on those days when he feels down. So for a moment he just stands there, watching you fussing over the extremely cute corgi and then you look up at him, and he sees your big smile. And that settles it for him. All he want is to make you smile and be happy, and if a dog is gonna do that then you can have all the dogs you want. Like Dick he lets you take the wheel regarding the dog, but he definitely helps out as much as he can. After a few days Don notices how much the corgi is similar to Skip and at first he gets a bit sad about thinking about Skip, but then he thinks of a way to commemorate him. So he asks you if it’s oka if you name the corgi Skip, and you instantly agree, thinking it fits him perfectly.

George Luz: Like with Lewis, chances are it’s George who’s bringing home the stray dog. But if you were to do it, regardless of how dirty the dog might be, George will fins it the cutest thing in the world (after you of course). He’ll happily pet it and snuggle with it and get dirty himself in the process. George is so focused on the dog that he doesn’t even really think about where you got it or if you’re keeping it. When you start to explain the situation he halfheartedly listens, distracted by the dog. You just sigh and asks if it’s okay if you keep him, to which George readily answers yes. George then gives the dog (and himself) a bath while you go out for dog supplies. By the time you come home George has about a dozen name suggestions and you spend the rest of the evening narrowing it down.

Bull Randleman: Bull was surprisingly calm when you brought home the biggest dog he had ever seen, although he did ask you if it really was a dog and you hadn’t accidentally brought home a wolf instead. When you assured him that it really was a dog - an Irish Wolfhound - he asked you what you wanted to do with it. You responded that you wanted to keep it and started listing of all the benefits of owning a dog. Bull interrupted you after your third argument and said ”Okay”. At first you didn’t really believe that he meant it but he’d never been opposed to you getting a pet, and your arguments did show that you really wanted to keep the dog, so he agreed. While you take the biggest responsibility of the dog, Bull does help. Mostly he takes it for walks, saying that it’s the only one who can keep up with him.

Bill Guarnere: When you brought home the medium sized mutt from the street, Bill was very apprehensive. It’s not that he doesn’t like dogs, but with his leg he won’t be able to help out as much with the dog, and since you already do so much around the house (for the same reason) he thinks it might be too much for you. He’s also worried that the dog might run him down. But Bill hates denying you things, he just wants you to be happy, so when you plead with him to keep the dog he agrees to a trial period, to see if it will work. Two weeks later and the trial run is completely forgotten. As it turns out you found one lazy dog who’s happy with just short walks or being let out into the yard. Not to mention that Bill has fallen in love with the dog, he’s always snuggling with it, giving it belly rubs or talks about his day with it. He really has full fledged conversations with it, going as far as to ask for the dog’s opinion!

Joe Toye: Toye weren’t really sure what he felt, or what to do, when you brought home a cat. Companionship is important, he learned that in the war, but you already had each other. Plus now you’d have to clean after the cat and take care of it and he’s not sure you’re up for it. However, he doesn’t wanna crush your dream just because he thinks the cat is a bit of a hassle. What decide the matter is when the cat comes up to Joe, begging for pets. He can’t help but feel a little flattered that the cat likes him, and besides, you always get your way in the end.

Joe Liebgott: When you first bring home the two stray cats you found, Joe’ll grumble a bit and ask if you really need pets, but he always has a hard time saying no to you, specially when you pull out your puppy eyes. So you keep the cats with the condition that he doesn’t have to do anything in regards to them. Despite that statement you’ve caught him petting the cats and complaining about Webster to them. After a while he even lets them up on the couch. Joe will probably also give them some diminishing names, such as, but not limited to; Jackass, Dumbass, Freaky, Weirdster (see what I did there?) and hairball.

Eugene Roe: Doc is a very caring guy who doesn’t mind taking care of others, but he doesn’t wanna take on too much, like what it was in Bastogne. He just doesn’t wanna relive that stress and anxiety. So he’s very hesitant when you first bring home a small mutt, but he listens to you and consider your reasons for wanting to keep the dog. What wins him over is when you remind him that you’ll be taking care of the dog together, it won’t be just him doing it all. That reassures him that you can care for a dog and he agrees to keep it. You share the responsibility of the dog. You’ve noticed Eugene trying to teach the dog commands in french, which has had mixed results.

[benhardyisdaddy]

Howl - Part 1

MASTERLIST 

Werewolf!BenxReader

(welcome to a new fic im starting ugh ik i have so many im working on lmao but im a good mulitasker i promise, this is really long but im trying a different style so bare with me plz!!!! ily ok BYEEE)

Word Count: 3,193

The twinkling of the stars above you made you stop and stare. They were high in the sky and gleaming all around, causing your eyes to stare in amazement. Darkness surrounded you, besides one street lamp down the road that illuminated a tiny portion of your street. A warm breeze rustles through your hair as crickets chirp all around, being the only form of noise you can overhear. You continue gazing at the stars as you stroll towards your house in front of you. You silently thank yourself for moving to an area with no neighbors for a few miles away. Complete solitary, just how you adore it. Nobody telling you to turn your music down, no having to make small talk to people you barely know. It was an actual dream come true. The only downfall, in your opinion, are the sinister woods to the left of your new home. An almost eerie like shadow lingers over it, as if reminding you to never enter inside. And you understand, loud and clear.

You continue staring up to the glistening sky as you start on your front porches steps. You finally break your eyes away and look to your bright red front door, reaching for the outside lock. You fumble in your pocket and finally retrieve your keys. As you slip the key inside the lock, before you can fully unlock, a loud rustling noise in the woods makes you fling yourself around to stare. Your eyes dart around in the darkness as you watch for any signs of movement. Your heart begins racing at an ungodly speed and every hair on your body stands up in horror. You hold your breath and once more turn around and hurriedly unlock the door. You scramble inside and slam the door close, eliciting a loud BANG throughout the empty house. You quickly try to find the lock in the pitch dark and click it locked. You reach over and blindly move your hands on the wall next to the door in search of the light switch. After several seconds, you finally find it and flip it on. The foyer illuminates brightly and you finally let out a breath you had been holding. You look to the door once more and lock the deadbolt.

The noise you heard outside had to have been a wild animal making its nighttime rounds. It was probably a squirrel or rabbit that were rustling the leaves. You keep repeating this to yourself in an effort to calm down your wired nerves. As much as you love being far away from civilization, it also has its downfalls. Like being completely alone and nobody will hear you scream if you need help. You quickly shut your eyes and shake that horrible thought from your mind. Of course this is where your mind takes you when you’re terrified. It wants to jump to the most horrendous possible case scenarios, as if that helps you in any way. You lean away from your front door and place your purse on the table near the wall. You slide off your burgundy cardigan and drape it on your coat rack.

You stroll into your kitchen and flick the lights on once more. You peer around and spot your fat, orange tabby cat on one of your kitchen island chairs. He peeks up to you and watches as you stroll over to him. You softly scratch his ears as he purrs loudly, letting you know to keep going. You smile to him and scratch once more before standing up straight.

“What do we want for dinner, Tiger?” you ask him as you open up your refrigerator.

You place your lip between your teeth as you look up and down the shelves, in search of something to put this harsh growling in your stomach to rest. The only items you see are an old box of Chinese food, a bottle of now flat Pepsi and a full bottle of ketchup. You let out an annoyed huff and shut the door quickly. You really need to go grocery shopping, but being in college and having a part time job was putting a dent in your wallet. You had tried to convince your parents that you could manage living on your own, even though they fought and fought with you on the topic.

“Why don’t you just live with us while you attend college?” your mom asks as she’s sat in a salon chair, with tin foil in her hair.

You’re sat across the room in another chair, a magazine in your hand. You let out a breath and roll your eyes for the millionth time that day.

“Because mom, I’m an adult and would like to do just a few adult things on my own.”

She purses her lips and you can tell she won’t let this go.

“You can save so much money if you live with us. You won’t have to pay for rent, or groceries, or your car payment!”

You drop the magazine in your lap and look up to her quickly.

“Mom, I don’t need you and dad to pay for every little thing for me. I want to do this for myself. I promise I’ll be okay.”

You’re snapped from that memory when your stomach suddenly rumbles. You had told your parents you could do this on your own, so you’ll be damned if you allow them to find out that you can barely afford your own groceries. You wanted this, so you’ll deal with it. You reach your hand to the back pocket of your jeans and slide out your cell phone. You unlock it and scroll through your contact list, in search of the Chinese restaurant you love. As you’re searching, you hear a low, faint growl. You snap your head over to look at Tiger, but he was no longer on your island chair. You walk back over to the chair and look around confused. You finally hear the noise once more and you look up to your sliding glass door, that leads to your backyard. Tiger is stood in front of it as every orange hair on his body is stood straight up. His back is arched as he stares intensely out the window. You freeze and gaze out the window, trying to find what it is he sees.

Tiger suddenly loudly meows, as if to warn something to not come any closer. You take a step back, still looking out the window. This was the first time you had ever seen your cat act like this and you were definitely not a fan.

“Tiger?” you whisper out to him.

Just then, you see movement outside. You clutch your phone tightly as your eyes open wide in fear. A large, dark figure darts in your your backyard. Your voice is caught in your throat, which might be a good thing, seeing as you would be screaming for your life. Whatever was in your yard, it was giant and it was peering inside at you. You gasp suddenly when two large, giant yellow eyes stare directly at you. As if on cue, Tiger suddenly lets out a loud, angry hiss and you finally find your voice as you scream. The yellow eyes suddenly disappear as you scramble to dial your best friend’s number. You bring the phone to your ear and back yourself up into the back wall. You feel yourself shivering when a voice finally answers the phone.

“Hello?” asks a familiar voice.

“Joe!” you scream out, your breathing hard. “I need you to come to my place! Please hurry!”

You can hear concern in his voice as he speaks to you, but you ignore everything as you stare outside, searching for anymore movement. You hear your name being shouted and you come back to reality.

“I can’t explain it right now! Just please hurry!”

And with that you hang up the phone. You were use to seeing foxes and coyotes in your backyard, as they search for any kind of food, but this thing. This thing was different. It was terrifyingly huge and it’s eyes were as if they were trying to speak to you. You feel crazy for even thinking that. You were just terrified and silently pray to yourself that Joe hurries over. You walk to your living room and sit on your couch, bringing your legs to your chest. He only lived about ten minutes away, yet to you, it felt like hours in this current situation. You weren't sure exactly what you were going to tell him. You were going to sound insane and like a scared little helpless girl. A big scary monster is outside, you sarcastically think to yourself. You’re still sat when suddenly there’s a pounding at your door. You jump and gasp as your heart races once more. You slowly stand up and walk around the corner, peering at it. You walk up to it and lean in to peek out of the peephole. Joe is stood there, bouncing on his heels. He reached forward and bangs on the door once more.

“Y/n!” he shouts.

You quickly unlock the locks and swing the door open. You grab his shirt and pull him inside as you slam it shut. You lock the locks once more and lean against the door, eyes closed as you take in a deep breath. Joe watches you with a brow raised, confused as to what’s happening. You open your eyes and look to him. You furrow your brows and stand up straighter.

“You were really fast getting here.” you say, almost curious.

Joe shrugs and leans on his other foot, looking down for split second.

“There was no traffic.” he says as he lightly laughs. “And I took that one back road to get here.”

You squint your eyes and lightly shake your head.

“A back road?” you ask, almost forgetting about the main reason Joe was at your home.

Joe opens his mouth to talk, but quickly closes his eyes and shakes his head.

“Forget about it. I’m here for you, so talk to me. What happened?” he asks, slowly walking to your living room couch, you following behind him. The two if you sit down and you glance to your sliding glass door, half expecting to see eyes staring back. You lightly shutter and look to him, taking in a deep breath.

“Okay,” you start. “Tiger was staring at something in the backyard and it really freaked him out. I thought he was just being weird…” you pause and glance back over to the door. “But I saw something move. I saw it’s eyes. They were just staring at me.” you whisper, not breaking your eye contact with him. He raises both brows and blinks a few times.

“So you saw an animal in your backyard? The backyard that’s surrounded by woods…” he says slowly, making you feel almost embarrassed. You exhale and lean your head back and groan.

“This thing was huge, okay? I’m not crazy!” you shout, throwing your hands up. Joe shakes his head and puts up his hands in defense.

“Hey, I never said you were! I’m just saying it’s late, it’s dark, you’re home alone. You saw something move and your brain was playing tricks on you. I’m not denying what you saw.” he says softly. You stare at him and slowly nod your head, coming to realize that maybe he’s right. You were exhausted and maybe you were just seeing things.

“I just won’t get over it’s eyes, that’s all.” you say as you cross your arms and think about them staring at you. Joe lifts a brow and sits himself up, leaning his elbow against the back of the couch.

“What did they look like? The eyes that is.” he asks, curious. You look to him and shrug, looking down at your hands.

“They were big and yellow. They literally were glowing yellow. And they just stared at me.”

Joe sits up straight and stares at you intensely. He doesn’t move or say anything, as you continue talking.

“I’m thinking I should call animal control and have them come look around here, or at least for them to keep a closer eye on the woods.” you say, still looking down. That sounded like a good idea to you. It put your worries to rest.

“No!” says Joe, a little more louder than he wanted to sound. You look up to him quickly and raise a brow. His once anxious face had fallen into a relaxed, sorry look. Sympathetic almost.

“I just mean, it’s probably not anything to worry about, y/n.” he says, quietly. “It’s probably just a wolf. We have those you know. Big ones. In the woods. Probably these woods.” he says, speeding up his words. You watch him and your eyes open wide as you glance to the back door once more.

“Wolves? Here? Is that suppose to make me feel better? That’s terrifying, Joe!” you say, quickly standing to your feet. You wrap your arms around yourself and begin pacing back and forth in the room. Joe is sat still, watching you. He finally stands up and walks to you, placing both hands on your shoulders to stop you. You look up to him and frown.

“Y/n, listen,” he starts. “You’re safe. I promise. How long have we been best friends now?” he asks, smiling. You return one and lean your head back.

“A little over three years now.” you say quietly.

“Yes, a little over three years now. I won’t let anything happen to you. We’ll buy you protection if you want? You can carry mace or even a taser.”

You frown and drop your hands to your side.

“What about a gun?” you ask, raising your brows. Joe shakes his head and half laughs, finally dropping his hands as well.

“You and I both know that you and a gun would not be a good idea.”

You laugh loudly and nod. He was right. That would not be a good combination. You're not even sure if you and mace would be a good pair, but it’s a good idea.

“Okay,” you finally say, taking a deep breath. “Once I buy some stuff to protect me, I’ll feel better. And I won’t call animal services.”

Joe lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He smiles and nods fast.

“Okay, good. Just know you can always call me for anything. Even if big foot comes knocking at your door.” he says, teasing you. You sarcastically laugh and swat at his arm, eliciting a loud laugh from him. He smiles and pulls you into a big hug, squeezing slightly. You release and look up to him.

“Still on for tomorrow?” he asks, raising a brow. You smile and nod.

“Who’s gonna be there?” you ask, walking back to the couch and sitting down. Joe follows, but he continues standing.

“Rami, Gwil and Ben.” he says, naturally.

You were super close to Rami and Gwilym, but Ben?

“Ben?” you ask. “Who’s Ben?”

Joe sits on the arm of the couch and threads his fingers together.

“He’s the new leader of our pack.” he says, dramatically. You roll your eyes and laugh at his comment.

“You make it sound like you’re wild dogs.” you say, laughing. Joe’s face falls for a split second and then he’s laughing along with you. He stands once more and looks to the front door.

“Well thank you for coming to my rescue again.” you say as you stand up with him. You walk to your front door and he opens it up, a warm breeze making its way inside. He turns to face you, smiles and once more pulls you in for a hug. You squeeze him and back away.

“I’m just a call away.” he says, walking on your front porch. “Just don’t think about what you saw too much. It’ll only freak you out more. And go to bed.” he says sternly as he walks down the steps and to his car.

“Fine!” you call out as you wave him goodbye. You slowly close the door and don’t forget to lock it tight. You turn around and lean your back on it, taking in a deep breath and closing your eyes. This was too much excitement for one night. You were now officially exhausted. You drag yourself through your hallway and to your bedroom. You walk in and discard every item of clothing you have on. You pull out an over sized, white shirt from your top drawer and slip it on. You click on your TV and the news pops on. You shut your light off and quickly hurry to your bed, sliding under the cool covers. Your head hits the pillow and your eyes automatically close. You sigh once and then you fall into a deep sleep.

That night you dream of bright yellow glowing eyes staring at you. You were lost in the woods and all around you were tall trees and no path. It was pitch black, the only light being the full moon high in the sky. The glowing eyes stare at you and you couldn’t look away. You were almost in a trance. They had some kind of spell on you and you couldn’t break free. You wanted to open your mouth and scream, but you couldn’t. You were fixed on these bright eyes and you weren't sure why. Just then, the eyes seemed to get closer and closer. You realized and started backing away until your back bumps into a tree. You had nowhere to go, you were cornered. The eyes get closer and right before you wake, the creatures mouth snarls and long, sharp fangs appear as a hideous growl rips through the woods and right through your heart.

You suddenly wake up and gasp as your eyes shoot open. You grab your chest in an attempt to slow your breathing. You look around frantically, half expecting the yellow eyes to be in your room, but they weren't. It was no longer dark, as sun rays break through your closed curtains. You slowly sit up and look to your right as a sleeping Tiger is curled up next to you. You smile and gently pet him, making his stretch and yawn. You look over to your bedside table and grab your cell phone. 7:28 AM. You lie back down and stretch your muscles awake. You stare at the ceiling and suddenly remember the dream you had. It had to have been because of Joe talking about wolves. Yeah, that’s why you dreamed that. You shake your head and sit up once more. You needed to get up and get ready for the day. Suddenly the name Ben comes to your mind and you’re curious about him. You wonder why Joe had never brought him up before. Who was he? Why had you never heard of him before? You quickly push those thoughts away and head to your bathroom to shower. You guess you’ll find all of that out today.

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A Lesson on Getting Mobbed.

✰ Genre: Hurt, comfort, fluff, and all things in-between.

✰ Characters mentioned: Joe, Mumbo, Doc, etcetera (aka all the active Hermits in s6).

✰ Words: 4k.

Mumbo gently pressed his head against the wall of the small glass shelter he had encased himself in. He was about to go idle for a while next to his Witch Farm, which meant he.. wouldn't be sleeping, for a while. A few nights at least. Which.. meant there were to be loads of phantoms inbound. He shrugged at the thought, got comfortable in the shelter, and waited.

A week later…

Mumbo rubbed his eyes as he jolted awake, hair askew, as well as his moustache. He yawned quietly, using his silk touch pickaxe to free himself from the 2x2 area, completely forgetting his stuff in his chest. Still groggy and not thinking, he swooped down to where his storage system was, checking how much drops he got. He didn't have the attention span at the moment to count all of the drops right now, but, he guesstimated that there were quite a few. Coming to his senses; he noticed that he forgot his stuff in the chest!

Effortlessly, he swooped back up to the ground above, grabbed his stuff and once again, came to even more senses! He didn't have his elytra on! Putting on his gear, he started to head to the shopping district in hopes to find somebody, anybody, to get this explained to him. Maybe Joe, or Doc. They seemed like they would know.

Hearing the screeching of phantoms, Doc brought out his trident. He never really liked phantoms; they were a hinder in his travels. Bad things come to people who don't sleep, however. Mumbo, however, was desperately trying his best to shoo the actual phantoms away from him. Exasperated, he tiredly tried to swat them away.

“Shoo, shoo!” He said, eyebrows furrowing as the phantoms refused to leave. Glancing up in the sky, Doc narrowed his eyes. 'Ohoho, the phantom leader came out to tousle tonight?’ He thought, already aiming the trident up in the sky. Hearing the sharp 'schwing!’, feeling the slight pain on his shoulder, and hearing the quick whizzing near his ear, Mumbo stopped trying to get the phantoms away from him and glanced down. Noticing it was Doc, Mumbo hastily tried to get his attention, trying super hard to ignore the blood running down his sleeve from the gash.

Doc let out a huff and his trident flew back into his hand. Green digits gently tapped on the handle, as he let out a quiet hum. What he realized, however, was that his name was getting called. Glancing around, he searched for the source of the voice, finding nothing. Then, he glanced up. In that exact moment, the moon seemed to align right behind Mumbo, and Doc blinked in surprise. Confused, he put his trident him back in his makeshift sling. And Mumbo, finally feeling somewhat relieved, swooped down to the ground below and landed, the phantoms flying away after. He still hadn't taken much mind to the gash. Doc rose an eyebrow.

“So.. it finally happened to you.” Stated Doc, not really.. meaning for that to sound like statement. Mumbo shrugged, crossing his arms after. “I-..I guess so? I didn't really think it'd be a phantom, instead of like - every mob ever.” He said, Doc chuckling a small bit, but then, he noticed Mumbo's gash, and his eyes furrowed. Mumbo tilted his head slightly.

“Yo-.. bro, what happened to your uh.. arm there?” Doc asked, acting like he didn't do it. Mumbo turned his attention to his arm, green eyes widening in surprise. “Oh my word..” He muttered, before Doc took his arm, and started walking him to a place where he could patch up the gash.

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Joe let out a quiet hum, furrowing his eyes in frustration when the calligraphy pen in his hand skipped a little. “Gosh darnit!” He groaned, putting the book and quill down, so he could mellow himself down a bit. He was currently writing a poem in Enderman language, as that was one of the languages he learned before. What he had so far was;

Purple eyes and towering height,

They spawn only at the crack of night.

Found in every biome that is known,

They call the Overworld, Nether, and End their home.

Although Iskall was with them and knows their dialect,

I can’t help but try to learn it; to gain a new aspect.

But, with their queen, the ender dragon,

I’m trying to learn; what does she imagine?

Even though her language may be different than her subject’s,

I’m still tempted to

And that’s where the poem stopped. For now, at least. Joe let out a sigh, running a hand through his messy hair. He hates how difficult it is to write with claws; they always encased the pen in his grasp, now letting it move around easily. He would try to trim them, but, they were too thick to cut; they would only get scratched. To his surprise, his cat jumped up onto his lap, sat down, and mewed at him.

Furrowing his eyebrows, Joe gave the brown tabby a gentle back pet, smiling as he did such. He had been hesitant to pet her ever since this overexposure came along, fearing he would accidentally hurt her. But, apparently, she wasn't that affected by it. Gently picking up the cat, he put it on the desk, which it stayed there. “Good girl, Athena.. now, stay there please.” He muttered, picking up the quill, dipping it into the ink, and beginning to write again.

Even though her language may be different than her subject’s;

I'm still intrigued to learn it, and not misinterpret.

He sighed in satisfaction, the cat meowing once more. He glanced over to her, tilting her head. She meowed again.

Did you finish it?

She seemed to ask. Joe nodded slightly, glancing at the poem. “Would you like me t’ read it to you?” He asked in return, the cat standing up and meowing again, tail waving slightly.

Yes! She said, waltzing over to the paper.

With a smile on his face, Joe began to read the poem to her. He had gotten halfway through, before Doc rushed into the room, a very pallid Mumbo in tow.

“Joe!” Shouted Doc, the southern man jumping slightly, which made Athena run away. Joe, not looking at the two, packed up his calligraphy stuff. “Hm,” He started, looking over at the two after he got it put away. “What's u-” He cut himself off, as he glanced at Mumbo.

“Ohhhh..” He finished, walking over to the two, not noticing Mumbo's wound yet. “You finally got your exposure?” Joe asked, Mumbo nodding slightly. Then, Joe noticed the gash. Eyes widening, he gently took Mumbo's arm out of Doc's grasp, guiding him over to a chair, allowing him to sit while he grabbed a first aid kit. Doc leaned against the doorframe, aiming to not bother Joe while he patched up Mumbo.

“So.. how did this happen, hm?” He asked, Doc tensing up slightly. “Ah-.. he.. got cut by a shard of glass, and I found h-” Doc started, before Mumbo timidly cut him off.

“Uhm.. Doc thought I was a phantom, and slinged his trident at me - by pure accident!” He added, Joe furrowing his eyebrows. Doc, obviously feeling guilty, cleared his throat.

“Er.. I have to.. jet.. see you two later!” He said, before running out of the base. Joe chuckled at that, shaking his head as he finished wrapping up the wound.

Cutting off the excess bandages, he stepped back from Mumbo a little, crossing his arms. “There y'go, Mumbo Jumbo! Your upper arm might tingle now and then, and it may hurt, but! It’ll heal up!” He said, Mumbo nodding. “An’.. come back here when it needs to be re-bandaged, and if you have any more questions, alright?” He asked, Mumbo nodding once more, getting up afterwards. “Alright! Now, you're good to go! See ya, Mumbo!” He said as Mumbo left the small house. Humming a slight tune, he glanced down at Athena who was by his legs.

“How about let's get back to where we left off, hm?” He said, before picking her up and going back to the desk.

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Joe let out a quiet yawn as he stretched out his arms, accidentally waking Athena up as a result. She mewed, irritated that she got woken up. Joe gently scratched her head with a claw, rubbing his eyes with his free hand. Squinting his eyes at the clock on the wall, he tilted his head slightly. Then, he realized something.. there was a letter on his desk. Puzzled, he opened it. 'Why would one of them give me a letter when they could've just-..’ He stopped, cutting himself off before he got too deep in thought. He opened the letter with a claw. Inside it, read;

Joe;

   Ren accidentally mistook me for an actual Vex. Apparently I'm that tiny? Anyway he got my stomach slightly, but I came here, noticed you were asleep, and patched it myself.

                          See ya when you wake. - Cub.

           Putting the letter down and putting his head in his hands, Joe let out a groan of frustration which caused the nearby plants to wilt and wither away, and the room to gain a somewhat dark aura. Grabbing his calligraphy pen, and some paper, Joe scrawled something down and copied it to 11 other pieces of paper. Hastily putting on his satchel and putting the papers in it, along with a dropper, a hopper, a pressure plate, and a few regeneration potions, he headed out the door to deliver the letters. Plants and foliage withered when he walked right past him, and he picked up every now-black Rose he saw. Animals scurried away from him, as he walked past.

All hermit meeting. Noon. Sharp. Be there.

Once he delivered the letters, he made his way back to the Ministry of Truth. Oh, had it been dso long since he'd been there.. but, he couldn't dwell on memories. Not now, at least. He dropped down into the Musical ThreatER, setting up chairs in a room that would contain the other Hermits for however long it would take them. Second, he filled a dispenser with regeneration potions at the entrance, which would make it so they would have the effect. Right after he finished putting the pressure plate on the dropper, the first two Hermits arrived; Mumbo and Grian, the two winged troublemakers. Very shortly after followed Iskall. 'Seems like the Architechs came together,’ He thought as he went over to his chair, waiting for the other Hermits to get there.

Sooner rather than later, most of the other hermits were in there, waiting for this.. meeting to start.

In a perpetual state of degeneration, and regeneration..

It hurt.

Joe was unhappy, and they could tell.

Long, sharp claws tapped on the podium as Joe sighed. The room was quiet, still. Joe glanced towards the doorway as the last tw-.. one, walked in. It was Xisuma, and just Xisuma. Without saying a word, he sat down in one of the open chairs. ‘Poor Evil ‘issuma..’ thought Joe, pushing himself off of the podium. ‘If only Xisuma hadn’t banished ‘im’.’ He finished his thought, clearing his throat afterwards.

“Good afternoon, fellow Hermits!” He started, the others still quiet. “I’m a-holdin’ this meetin’, because.. within the last few days, I’ve had two instances where Hermits hurt fellow hermits,” He paused, glancing towards Doc, and Ren, then Cub and Mumbo. “I’m sure y’all know who y’are.” He finished, as Ren’s ears flattened, and Doc sunk down in his chair.

“BUT! It seems like y’guys need to know what mobs your fellow Hermits were exposed to!” He said, the others nodding and murmuring in agreement. “For some, it may be obvious, but for others, it may not. So, with this, let’s all name off the creatures we were overexposed to! I’ll start. I, Joe Hills, was overexposed to withers!” He sat down after, glancing at Xisuma slightly.

Doc said that he had always been exposed to creepers,

Ren said that he always exposed himself to dogs and wolves,

Scar said that he always got exposed to cats,

Stress said that she had exposed herself to polar bears,

Grian had gotten exposed to parrots,

Mumbo had gotten exposed to phantoms, from being AFK a lot,

Iskall got exposed to Endermen, from all the end busting,

False had gotten exposed to nothing yet,

Xisuma got exposed to turtles,

Biffa got exposed to elder guardians,

Cleo got exposed to drowned,

Etho got exposed to cave spiders

Cub got exposed to the Vex,

TFC got exposed to silverfish,

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Once the meeting got done, Joe let the other leave whichever way they liked, in which they didn't step on the pressure plate dispenser at the entrance. Tired, groggy, although a little less irritated, he honestly didn't think much of it. Well, he didn't, until he stepped on it on his way out. Getting splashed with the Regeneration II potion, he nearly doubled over in pain.

Backing up against one of the pillars of the building, Joe was trying to ignore the pain. It felt like getting stabbed with 100 serrated knives, getting them taken out, then that going on for at least 16 minutes. It was far too familiar, and he hated it. But before the 16 minutes of agony was over, a message displayed on the screen.

>joehillssays felt hurt and comfort simultaneously.

The world was quiet.

Joe rubbed his eyes as he glanced around in the space, not seeing anything around him. Everything was blank, everything was noiseless, everything was v̝͉̊ơ̴̠̦̮ͬi̞͙̪̗ͫ̑͞ḑ̴̜̻͍͗̃̃͗̌͗̌.͖̟̤̳̬̇̍̈́ͮͣ̎̀ ̶̗̙̈́ͯͧ̾̑̓ͅ. Nonetheless, he walked forward, although his heart was racing and his instincts were telling him don't go. You'll get trapped again. But he went.

 After a while, he ran into a reflection of himself, that wasn't all that convincing. He reached out a claw to get the other’s attention, but the other spoke before he could. “Greetings, Joe!” said He, the clawed one taking a cautious step back. But he didn't say a word. He waved, however, taking note of the other’s unnerving and seemingly permanent smile. In all honesty, it made his stomach churn slightly; did he fall into uncanny valley?

“You're wondering who I am, hm? Well.. that doesn't really matter to you, does it?” He asked, the clawed one shaking his head. He didn't dare speak; just in case he wasn't supposed to. “But, just to unnerve you and ease yer head, I'll answer it for ya,” He paused, glancing slightly at the clawed Joe in front of him, who had now started awkwardly wringing his hands.

“I'm you, but also not you,” Said the mirrored Joe, pausing and knitting his eyebrows. “Does that make sense? Hm.. let me put it this way; there's about..” He paused once more, counting on his fingers. “Five other Joes out there, including me and you. There's me, you, your opposite, your elemental, and the original one. It's a.. little bit hard to explain, but you'll find out.” He said, the possessed one, smile widening again. “Well, it's about time you got back to your own world, Joe! By the way it looks, False has a question for you, and they miss you!” The withered Joe was quiet, and then the mirrored one clapped his hands, and the.. 'dream’ ended.

~

He woke up in his bed, puzzled, to say the least. He subconsciously clawed the covers, glancing at his surroundings. He was at his small seaside home; right next to the Ministry of Truth. Letting out a sigh of relief, he stopped kneading the covers, and got out of bed. Before he did anything after that, he went to go clear the dispenser of any and all health potions, and removed it. He didn't want to have that occurrence again, heck, he didn't even want to think about it! Once he put the original chunk of concrete back in its place, he recreated back into his abode.

Not too much longer after, there was a knock on the door. “Come in!” He shouted, putting Athena’s food bowl down after he had filled it. He walked into the main room, somewhat surprised to see False. He tilted his head, glancing at it. “Oh-.. howdy, False! Can I get somethin’ for you?” He asked, as the blonde glanced to the side.

“Ah-.. yeah, actually; I have a question,” She paused, as Joe nodded. “So.. y'know how I’m the only one who hasn't gotten mobbed yet? Well-.. after some careful thinking, I've made a decision.” She stopped, wringing her hands nervously behind her back. “Well, which mob is it, False?” Joe asked, and False cleared her throat before she spoke again.

“I want to be exposed to the Ender Dragon.” She said, and Joe's eyes widened. It was such a simple statement, but yet, he blinked in surprise. “If you don't think I'm serious, Joe, I am. I mean, like—.. you got mobbed by Withers, Biffa got mobbed by Elder Guardians, and In just figured; why not have all three of the bosses!” False explained, grinning in both excitement and bravery.

“False, I-..” Joe paused, thinking of what to say. “..right. And.. I'm assuming you want me go help you n’ such? Because, False, this is very dangerous. We'd have to re-spawn her, and to get you exposed to her without her killing you? That could be impossible. I don't have her language known yet, but..” He paused, pacing around without even noticing it. He chewed thoughtfully on one of his claws, before he came to a decision. “Give me a few days, alright? Then we can start it.” He finished, as False squealed in excitement, and hugged Joe in the process. Stumbling back a tiny bit, Joe hugged back and pat her back gently.

“Thank you, Joe, thank you!” She exclaimed, releasing herself from the hug, before starting to head out the door already. “I’ll go get the End Crystals to re-spawn her!” She said, before running off. Joe let out a quiet sigh, running a hand through his hair. He was really going to do this, huh? Well, anyway, it was best of him to go and crack down on learning the dragon’s language, for he would need it for this endeavor.

About a week later, pretty much just what he promised False, the two were ready. Joe had stayed up every night, learning the Ender Dragon’s dialect and language. He had it down packed, and he felt like they could do it. Walking into the stronghold, False hummed quietly. She had full diamond armor on, just in case things got messy, her sword, a trident, and a shulker box to put all her stuff in if needed. Glancing at Joe, she noticed that he had no armor on. “Are you.. not going to have armor?” False asked, and Joe shook his head.

“Nah. Lost it within the first day of the Wither fight, and I didn’t bother to ask anybody for some.. If I die again; then I die again. That’s that.” said he. False opened her mouth to speak again, but she decided against it. “Well.. let’s get to it, shall we?” Joe commented, but, he didn’t get to finish before False hopped into the portal. He followed close after, feeling a slight sense of uneasiness when he arrived in the realm.

“False, slow down!” He yelled after her, quickly running out onto the island after her. She was already at the spawning platform, and she was well too eager to get this done. Finally catching up to her, Joe was out of breath. He leaned against one of the pillars that was already there, catching his breath.

“O-..okay, False, could you hand me the End Crystals, and back up quite a bit, please?” Joe asked, holding out his hand for the crystals. Without hesitation, she gave the crystals to Joe and back up quite a bit. She understood his precautions; the Ender Dragon would be full of rage when she respawned, and if his.. calming methods didn’t work, both of them would be in trouble. She cleared her throat, excited yet, but still somewhat anxious.

Placing the fourth end crystal down, Joe’s hands were somewhat shaky. Swallowing the dry lump in his throat, he stepped away from the structure, clutching his language book to his chest. As the dragon materialized in the sky, Joe’s steady breathing hitched a bit, as his eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly. Millions of thoughts went through his head at that moment, but, the main sentence that was repeating in his head was;

Who’s the man that can conquer death? That’s Joe Hills.

Once the dragon materialized in the air, she let out a loud roar. Although the End was in the void, the wind seemed to howl, blowing False’s and Joe’s heads of hair all around. Taking a step forward, Joe cleared his throat. The massive dragon looked down in his direction, with a stare that could kill. Shakily opening the language book, he flipped through the different pages. Dolphin echolocation, ocelots and cats, wolves and dogs, creepers, zombies, spiders, endermen.. Ah! There it is, the Ender Dragon page. Looking back up at the dragon ruler, he started to speak.

He spoke what he had written down, fearfully hoping that his translations were correct. “Your Highness; we come in peace. I apologise if peace is not what you want; considering you’ve died many times. But I, Joe Hills, come here with my friend False, who wishes to become like you, in a way. As you can see, I share some traits with the boss of the Nether, the Wither. False wishes to do the same. I hope that you can find it in your dragoness heart to let this happen.” He finished, swallowing yet another dry lump in his throat.

The atmosphere seemed to calm down, the dragon’s eyes softening, and her wings came to a slow as she flew over to the ground and landed, the wings folding onto her back after. Glancing back at False, Joe grinned. Excitedly, False ran over, slowing down when she got close. Cautiously, she reached out an arm to the dragon and gently rubbed it against her muzzle. To her and Joe’s surprise, the dragon didn’t reject it, no, she purred very quietly. Looking at False, Joe smiled slightly, and she smiled in return.

“Ah.. I’ll just leave y’two here, for a bit, hm?” Joe questioned, and False nodded. Putting his language book in his satchel, he went towards the portal and hopped in, going back to the Overworld. Escaping the Stronghold through the soul sand bubble column, he unfolded his elytra and started to head home, using a rocket to take off. All the while, he put a message in the chat.

>@joehillssays;

Don’t go to the End and kill the Enderdragon until False is back, y’all. She finally chose her mob!

And that’s all he put.

The next week, False had returned from the End, and the first person she visited was Joe. He wasn’t necessarily expecting somebody at his door, to be honest, but was he complaining? Not at all. A few moments after False knocked, Joe opened the door, and it wasn’t that much of a surprise, but she had definitely gained an appearance. Sapphire blue eyes had turned into deep violet ones, she had black patches on her skin, like Joe had, and the two biggest things? She had massive wings that folded up against her back, and a tail that seemed to curl at the end. Joe gasped at the sight of her, both in excitement and surprise. False grinned, and when she grinned, it was apparent that she had gained some fangs. In addition to the wings and tail, she had also gained some horns. They curled at the end, but only into a tiny swirl. Before False could start telling Joe how interesting and surprisingly comforting the dragon was, Joe sent out the message in the chat.

>@joehillssays;

False is back, y’all! Feel free to conquer the Ender Dragon once more.

He sent, and then the two chatted for a while. Then, when the conversation was all said and done, False went to go tell the others. Joe sighed.

It had been a long day.

>joehillssays went to bed. Sweet dreams!

[worldsandwonders]

I glanced down at my phone, staggering down the dark, lonely street away from joes, and smiled. Noah. He was offering to pick me up, an offer of which I gratefully accepted and decided that it'd be best to find a dry spot to wait as the heavens opened. I stood in the start of an alley under a metal staircase to keep out of the rain, pulling Noah's scarf tighter round my neck, covering my ears and wishing I'd remembered a hat this morning.

The scarf I wore was the same one I always wore when it was cold out, grey and covered in these cute little owls and foxes pulling funny faces, which may be childish but at that time of year there were constant storms and it was freezing most of the time, and that was the warmest scarf my boyfriend owned

clouds swirled above the empty streets, they looked dark enough without a storm brewing above them. Most of the street lights around this part of town were either smashed or pretty much dead, providing little to no comfort in the dying light. With the little light they did give off, they only unveiled the piles of rubbish and empty beer bottles nestled at their base.

Neon lights from the strip club across the street were the only other source of light. They flickered every now and then, as the door opened and slammed to girls in red high heels and tiny dresses skipping out with drunken married men in tow, back to empty cars or back alleys, if I didn't know any better I'd say the girls were just happy for an excuse to do something even vaguely warm. I watched for a while, one of the girls I saw- I think she lived in the same building as me, helped me with my shopping once- looked barely over 16, petite with pale skin and short brown frizzy hair. I could've been certain she'd had a nice smile last time I saw her but this one looked wide, scared almost, too many teeth... Bile rose in my throat, I diverted my attention. That man looked about 70.

Rain splashed into the gutter in front of my feet, as I lazily traced patterns into the grime on the floor with my boot, watching the occasional car pass at the end of the road. Hoping every time that it was Noah coming to get me. I could've sworn by that point that my lips were blue, as I felt a drop of water from my drenched hair hit my face. I just needed to get home. Off of this damn street.

That's when a familiar car pulled up next to my little hiding spot, it wasn't big or expensive, a bit battered but it was warm and smelt like home somehow, and had the only thing I really cared about right now in it. I shuffled round to the other side and pulled on the stiff handle, my boyfriend throwing me a gentle smile and a blanket as I sank into the seat next to him.

"I brought you some clothes to get into" His eyebrows furrowed in concern.

"Thanks" my voice trembled as I reached for the warm pair of black joggers and one of his many Queen t-shirts he brought for me.

It took a bit of shuffling but I was, eventually, in suitably warm clothes, wrapped up in a thick blanket that Noah brought from home. It was the one we usually curled up under when someone had a bad day and needed to be able to attempt to subtly cry into something whilst pretending that the other person couldn't see them. It had come in handy a few times since the attacks had started, for both me and Noah

"You look like a Pokémon" my boyfriend commented fondly as he started the engine,

"Swadloon?" I couldn't help but laugh a little at that, I guess I kinda did. Noah nodded, a grin spreading over his face

"Nerd"

"Says the guy with a degree in both chemistry and biology. But sure, IM the nerd here"

The rest of the drive home went by in mostly comfortable silence with him occasionally glancing nervously in my direction and asking if I was feeling okay. I would simply nod, staring out at the buildings we past, the raindrops on the window contorting the shops and houses.

When we pulled up outside the block of flats we live in, Noah was quick to get out and scurry round to my side of the car. Opening the door he picked me up bridal style, despite all of my protests, announcing that we would come back for my clothes left in the car tomorrow morning and carried me inside.

The building was old, with creaky floorboards that you had to avoid to make sure you didn't wake up that crazy drunk guy next door, and there was always atleast one grumpy looking cat sat waiting on a chair sat by the front door. That damn chair must've been dumped there at some point, though I couldn't for the life of me tell you when, and was left so long that the cats claimed it as their own. Tonight it was an old tabby cat with patches of grey fur and half an ear missing. It was of my assumption that we had both a drunk guy and a crazy cat lady living in our building, because fuck knows where all of those damn cats come from if not.

After the treck up four flights of stairs (the elevators been out of order for ages, I'm pretty sure some teenagers did something to it, though I can't prove anything) we arrive outside our door. Reaching out I grabbed the keys, of which Noah had stuffed in his back pocket in favour of carrying me, and turned to unlock the door.

He only let me down once we were safely inside the flat, with the lights on and with me on the bed. I watched intently as he changed his clothes and wandered over to me, clambering under the covers. Shifting my position, I layed my head on his chest and looked up at him. He grabbed his book off of the nightstand and busied himself with that, as I admired the way his lip curled up slightly, and his adorable freckles, scattered across his his cheeks and how his intelligent, gentle, dark eyes reflected the light on the bedside table. How his brow creased slightly when he focused, and his head tilted slightly.

I hadn't realised I had been staring, but apparently he had, as he smiled down at me, one eyebrow raised. I felt heat creeping up my neck, despite us having been together for so long now, I never got over the embarrassment of being caught admiring him.

"You should get some rest babe, I don't want you getting ill" he trailed his fingers in patterns on my lower back, just underneath my shirt. Placing his book on the side, he ran his hand through my still damp hair and pulled me closer. I wanted to argue and tell him I wasn't tired, but I felt my eyelids start to droop, before I could even get my words out, and relaxed against him. Maybe I did need some rest....

I awoke to the smell of waffles wafting in from the kitchen, the corners of my mouth twitching up into a smile, waffles were a privilege we didn't often get now, it was mostly toast and rice. As I moved, I became very aware of the way my limbs ached, my head throbbing, and my throat burning. Shit.

"Babe" I called for Noah, my voice coming out as an awful croak. I pulled my legs up to my chest, already too warm, as I heard him come shuffling into the room, bringing the smell of waffles with him. Managing to open my eyes, I looked up at him placing the plate of waffles onto my bedside table, his other hand was occupied with a cold rag, kinda like he had predicted this.

"Urgh, how is it even possible to even get ill this fast" Noah simply smiled and pecked my pouting lips gently, pressing the cold cloth to my forehead.

He fussed around me for another hour, taking my temperature 4 times for accuracy (despite my protests) and made stupid jokes about taking my temperature from "other places" which I politely ignored. Whilst my boyfriend went through every possible illness I could have and then requested that he be allowed to have a bit of blood to look at through a microscope (which I, again, protested against, joke or not). Coming to the conclusion that I had the flu and that I wasn't going to die, he shuffled off to the kitchen, leaving me alone in our shared, and slightly messy, bedroom. It had been a while since I had resigned myself to domestic life, something I would've scoffed at a few years ago. The flat was filled with pictures of us, all of his favourite science books neatly stacked on a shelf in the corner, blankets piled up by my side of the bed, an overflowing washing basket that could be "sorted later" next to my record and comic book collections piled high; they were most likely going to topple and make a mess at some point.

At the time, me and Noah had been discussing getting a dog, for purposes of completing our tiny happy family, however we never seemed to get around to it.

He entered the room again about a half hour later, all dressed up to go to work, and plonked down on the bed. His face was carved with lines that made him look like a completly different person and he was refusing to look me in the eyes. I knew what that meant. Someone else was either missing or dead.

"Who was it this time?" His raised his eyes wearily, twiddling his thumbs "Noah, come one"

"The girl from next door, the young one" I felt bile rise in my throat. The one I'd seen last night. I should've said something, I knew she was young why didn't I say something. Guilt swirled in my stomach and it must've showed on my face as Noah raised an eyebrow at me, "you saw something." It wasn't a question.

"I saw her coming out of that club across the street from Joe's, with some rich old white guy, looked like 70" I turned my head away and sank down in bed, "Jesus. This is so fucked up." Noah just nodded.

"They found her body down that alley by Joe's under a pile of rubbish, I tried figuring out what was going on but everyone's telling a different story, some say she had her guts ripped out, some said she was shot... I dont- I honestly.... Fuck."

I shifted forward in bed and wrapped my arms around him. We may not have known her very well but she was young and kind, and that was enough. The list of bodies and missing persons was getting longer and longer every fucking week but nobody thinks there's a pattern, nobody has noticed a pattern, and it was getting closer to our front door too, 3 people from our building, dead or missing.

"Maybe we both need a day off today" Noah let out a breathy laugh and leaned into my arms

"I fucking wish".

I spent the rest of the day dozing, waiting for Noah to come home and thinking about how long it had been since I'd seen my friends. At 2:30 I ventured to the kitchen in barefoot (Noah wouldn't have approved) to make Mac n cheese (you know the really crappy stuff out of a can?). Our kitchen was filled with pots and pans we never actually used, Noah couldn't cook and I was a lazy bitch so we never really bothered, but as more and more people went missing or died, the more jumpy Noah got around people. Anxious and paranoid, he'd decided that we would just have to figure cooking out, cause anyone could be a threat. There was no blaming him for his fear though, as far as the public was aware, there were no suspects, no evidence, no witnesses. Whoever the fucker was, they knew what they were doing.

Being home alone had started becoming increasingly scary, so I checked locks, behind doors, in cupboards, under the bed. Like when I checked for monsters when I was little. Except this time the monster was real.

Around 6:00 Noah got home, his face slightly pale and with bags under his tired eyes. I opened my arms for a hug, which he gladly accepted, basically melting as he sagged.

"I am so glad this week is over" he shifted, pulling me towards the sofa, groaning as his bones cracked "two days of worrying about things that aren't science, before it's back at it again"

I smiled sadly, slumping into the sofa with him. My entire body was still aching like hell and my throat felt like someone had taken a flame thrower to it, but I could cope(kind of).

Our sofa was comfy and soft, covered in blankets at my own request, ready for that kind of situation( and also ready for the colder seasons as the heating had stopped working ages ago but the guy we hired to have a look never turned up). Also a billion different scented candles for as many different situations and moods as I could think of. There was a small TV that we never used perched on a stand in the corner (we were considering selling it)and the rest was essentially books that we'd collected since we moved here. Noah always said we should move somewhere nicer. But that place felt like home. Maybe that's why we stayed as long as we did.

I demanded that Noah go get changed so that we could cuddle, and despite all of his protests of "no, I'm too tired", he did. Coming back 2 minutes later in a pair of shorts and a pink Floyd t-shirt, and slumped into my arms as I pulled 3 or 4 blankets over him. His head found my lap, as I crossed my legs underneath me, holding his hand and petting his hair. Clinging to both me and the blankets he started to sob, heaving and crying into blankets, and my chest ached. I wished there was something I could do. I wished I could help him.

[teampawsify]

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Rescuing disabled cats was not something that Lauren and husband Joe had planned but they now believe that it was something they were meant to do.

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Lauren’s interest in cats began at the age of 6 when she convinced her parents into adopting two rescue cats but she adopted her first handicat when she was 15. A box of kittens had been left in a pet store and Lauren set eyes on the most stunning baby Blue Russian, she begged her parents to go to the store to have a look at the kitten. When the family got back to the pet shop all but one kitten had been sold, the one that was left was the kitten Lauren had fallen in love with. She couldn’t believe it and told her parent’s that it was a sure sign.

When the store told the family the kitten was going to be put down because she was missing a leg and her bone was sticking out Lauren and her family felt absolutely devastated and took the kitten home straight away and named her Shadow.

Lauren explains that she was literally her shadow, they had her leg removed from her hip and it never slowed her down. At first Lauren’s parents couldn’t look at Shadow but soon they became obsessed with her!

In 2008 Lauren was 25 and was dancing for the NY Jets, she still had 4 of the 6 rescue cats that she had taken in over the years, including her precious Shadow. At the age of 30 she stopped dancing for the Jets and felt like something was missing from her life, she wondered what an earth to do with all of the extra time.

One day Lauren received a phone call from a hysterical friend who was freaking out, a baby kitten was stuck between her fence and the shed and her dog was trying to get at it. Lauren went to her friends and there stuck in the fence was the tiniest orange tabby, his eyes were closed and he was riddled with bugs, the poor kitten could barely move.

On the way to the shelter with the baby kitten he started passing out and Lauren thought he was dying, her first thought was that the shelter would put him down. She made a U turn and rushed to the vet, they were told that he had CH (Cerebellar Hypoplasia) and wouldn’t be able to tell how severe it was until he was 6 months old.

Instantly Lauren knew that she needed to nurture this little guy back to health and he became her Little Man. Little was on a bottle for 7 months before he learned how to chew and it only took 3 months to confirm that Little’s case was severe, this mean’t that his motor skills would be affected so simple tasks like walking and standing would be impossible but Little lives life to the fullest.

By this time Lauren had met Joe, she explains to Pawsify that Joe was terrified of cats but she could see that he did feel bad for Little. Whenever Joe invited Lauren over she told him she couldn’t leave the cat, so he agreed that she could bring him over.

Joe had no idea that bringing Little meant bringing a whole bunch of things including a tent, litter box, litter, water bowl, food and also carpet (because he had hard wood floors). His face was a picture the first time Lauren rolled up with Little and all of his essentials. Joe fell in love with Little and they even attended Little’s therapy and acupuncture sessions together.

After 7 months of going out, Joe found Mika in the middle of their street, the poor kitty had no eyes. That very same day Lauren found out that she had to have her Shadow girl put down, she felt like she didn’t want another cat she just wanted her Shadow.

Joe adored Mika and the bond between the pair was special, it may have taken Lauren a few weeks but she says that Mika is perfect and she’s grateful that Mika is part of the family.

From that point their family just kept growing, the vet recommended they get a friend for Mika since Little goes to work with Lauren, Mika was lonely during the day.

They were supposed to adopt 2 handicats over the course of 4 months but unfortunately both fell through. Lauren felt that this was a sign and told Joe that it wasn’t meant to be and she was giving up looking for another cat for a while.

The same day the pair were visiting NJ they got a phone call about Mac who happened to also be in NJ, he has been overlooked in the shelter for 8 months because people thought he was ugly. The pair adopted Mac but they didn’t realise what was in store when it came to his health conditions.

Lauren tells Pawsify “It was absolute chaos between finding out he had asthma, cleft palette, half a nostril for airway, a heart condition called cardiomyopathy, eye herpes, chronic sinus infections, Megaesophagus and more! What we have done for Mac I would do over a hundred times. He is our greatest gift. He is inspiring and has forever changed us. We have spent countless nights at vets learning along the way what works and does not work for him. Constant medications, funding, humidifier sessions, oxygen tanks, etc…”.

The amount of times the pair were told that Mac wouldn’t make it were insane, yet he has just celebrated his 2nd birthday.

After a year of adopting Mac they went to drop off some donations at the shelter when they were told about a rescue cat who reminded them of a girl version on Mac, she was overlooked for 5 years because she was missing an eye.

They named her Leela and Joe fell in love with her. Lauren couldn’t believe that once Joe had been terrified of cats and wouldn’t go near them was now falling in love with handicapped cats and claimed he would NEVER have more than 2 cats.

After 2 months of adopting Leela they received a call about a munchkin cat in someones yard, they had been feeding him leftovers but realised that he wasn’t growing. It was the day of a major snowstorm and Lauren was worried that he wouldn’t survive so she decided to just foster him, but soon she realised that he reminded her of Shadow Girl and he was this missing link that would complete the family that is Tank.

To see more great photo’s and video’s be sure to follow the family on Instagram – littleman_mika

You can also help towards the vet bills donating via paypal.me/handicats

[theshadowmalec]

City of Ashes (Cut out scene/ Extra)

Kissed

The story of Malec's first kiss, and how Alec asked Magnus out on a date.

It was printed on thin paper, nearly parchment, in a thin, elegant, spidery hand. It announced a gathering at the humble home of Magnus the Magnificent Warlock, and promised attendees "a rapturous evening of delights beyond your wildest imaginings."

— City of Bones

Standing in the stairwell of Magnus’ home, Alec stared at the name written under the buzzer on the wall. BANE. The name didn’t really seem to suit Magnus, he thought, not now that he knew him. If you could really be said to know someone when you’d attended one of their parties, once, and then they’d saved your life later but hadn’t really hung around to be thanked. But the name Magnus Bane made him think of a towering sort of figure, with huge shoulders and formal purple warlock’s robes, calling down fire and lightning. Not Magnus himself, who was more of a cross between a panther and a demented elf.

Alec took a deep breath and let it out. Well, he’d come this far; he might as well go on. The bare lightbulb hanging overhead cast sweeping shadows as he reached forward and pressed the buzzer.

A moment later a voice echoed through the stairwell. “WHO CALLS UPON THE HIGH WARLOCK?”

“Er,” Alec said. “It’s me. I mean, Alec. Alec Lightwood.”

There was a sort of silence, as if even the hallway itself were surprised. Then a ping, and the second door opened, letting him out onto the stairwell. He headed up the rickety stairs into the darkness, which smelled like pizza and dust. The second floor landing was bright, the door at the far end open. Magnus Bane was leaning in the entryway.

Compared to the first time Alec has seen him, he looked fairly normal. His black hair still stood up in spikes, and he looked sleepy; his face, even with its cat’s eyes, very young. He wore a black t-shirt with the words ONE MILLION DOLLARS picked out across the chest in sequins, and jeans that hung low on his hips, low enough that Alec looked away, down at his own shoes. Which were boring.

“Alexander Lightwood,” said Magnus. He had just the faintest trace of an accent, something Alec couldn’t put his finger on, a lilt to his vowels. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Alec looked past Magnus. “Do you have — company?”

Magnus crossed his arms, which did good things for his biceps, and leaned against the side of the door. “Why do you want to know?”

“I was hoping I could come in and talk to you.”

“Hmmm.” Magnus’ eyes raked him up and down. They really did shine in the dark, like a cat’s. “Well, all right then.” He turned abruptly away and disappeared into the apartment; after a startled moment, Alec followed.

The loft looked different without a hundred churning bodies in it. It was — well, not ordinary, but the sort of space someone might live in. Like most lofts, it had a big central room split into “rooms” by groupings of furniture. There was a square collection of sofas and tables off to the right, which Magnus gestured Alec toward. Alec sat down on a gold velvet sofa with elegant wooden curlicues on the arms.

“Would you like some tea?” Magnus asked. He wasn’t sitting in a chair, but had sprawled himself on a tufted ottoman, his long legs stretched out in front of him.

Alec nodded. He felt incapable of saying anything. Anything interesting or intelligent, that was. It was always Jace who said the interesting, intelligent things. He was Jace’s parabatai and that was all the glory he needed or wanted: like being the dark star to someone else’s supernova. But this was somewhere Jace couldn’t go with him, something Jace couldn’t help him with. “Sure.”

His right hand felt suddenly hot. He looked down, and realized he was holding a waxed paper cup from Joe, the Art of Coffee. It smelled like chai. He jumped, and only barely escaped spilling on himself. “By the Angel —”

“I LOVE that expression,” said Magnus. “It’s so quaint.”

Alec stared at him. “Did you steal this tea?”

Magnus ignored the question. “So,” he said. “Why are you here?”

Alec took a gulp of the stolen tea. “I wanted to thank you,” he said, when he came up for air. “For saving my life.”

Magnus leaned back on his hands. His t-shirt rode up over his flat stomach, and this time Alec had nowhere else to look. “You wanted to thank me.”

“You saved my life,” Alec said, again. “But I was delirious, and I don’t think I really thanked you. I know you didn’t have to do it. So thank you.”

Magnus’ eyebrows had disappeared up into his hairline. “You’re . . .welcome?”

Alec set his tea down. “Maybe I should go.”

Magnus sat up. “After you came so far? All the way to Brooklyn? Just to thank me?” He was grinning. “Now that would be a wasted effort.” He reached out and put his hand to Alec’s cheek, his thumb brushing along the cheekbone. His touch felt like fire, training tendrils of sparks in its wake. Alec sat frozen in surprise — surprise at the gesture, and surprise at the effect it was having on him. Magnus’ eyes narrowed, and he dropped his hand. “Huh,” he said to himself.

“What?” Alec was suddenly very worried that he’d done something wrong. “What is it?”

“You’re just . . .” A shadow moved behind Magnus; with fluid agility, the warlock twisted around and picked up a small gray and white tabby cat from the floor. The cat curled into the crook of his arm and looked at Alec with suspicion. Now two pairs of gold-green eyes were trained on him darkly. “Not what I expected.”

“From a Shadowhunter?”

“From a Lightwood.”

“I didn’t realize you knew my family that well.”

“I’ve known your family for hundreds of years.” Magnus’ eyes searched his face. “Now your sister, she’s a Lightwood. You—’

“She said you liked me.”

“What?”

“Izzy. My sister. She told me you liked me. Liked me, liked me.”

“Liked you, liked you?” Magnus buried his grin in the cat’s fur. “Sorry. Are we twelve now? I don’t recall saying anything to Isabelle . . .”

“Jace said it too.” Alec was blunt; it was the only way he knew how to be. “That you liked me. That when he buzzed up here, you thought he was me and you were disappointed that it was him. That never happens.”

“Doesn’t it? Well, it should.”

Alec was startled. “No — I mean Jace, he’s . . . Jace.”

“He’s trouble,” said Magnus. “But you are totally without guile. Which in a Lightwood, is a conundrum. You’ve always been a plotting sort of family, like low-rent Borgias. But there isn’t a lie in your face. I get the feeling everything you say is straightforward.”

Alec leaned forward. “Do you want to go out with me?”

Magnus blinked. “See, that’s what I mean. Straightforward.”

Alec chewed his lip and said nothing.

“Why do you want to go out with me?” Magnus inquired. He was rubbing Chairman Meow’s head, his long fingers folding the cat’s ears down. “Not that I’m not highly desirable, but the way you asked, it seemed as if you were having some sort of fit —”

“I just do,” Alec said. “And I thought you liked me, so you’d say yes, and I could try — I mean, we could try —” He put his face in his hands. “Maybe this was a mistake.”

Magnus’ voice was gentle. “Does anyone know you’re gay?”

Alec’s head jerked up; he found he was breathing a little hard, as if he’d run a race. But what could he do, deny it? When he’d come here to do exactly the opposite? “Clary,” he said, hoarsely. “Which is . . . Which was an accident. And Izzy, but she’d never say anything.”

“Not your parents. Not Jace?”

Alec thought about Jace knowing, and pushed the thought away, hard and fast. “No. No, and I don’t want them to know, especially Jace.”

“I think you could tell him.” Magnus rubbed Chairman Meow under the chin. “He went to pieces like a jigsaw puzzle when he thought you were going to die. He cares —”

“I’d rather not.” Alec was still breathing quickly. He rubbed at the knees of his jeans with his fists. “I’ve never had a date,” he said in a low voice. “Never kissed anyone. Not ever. Izzy said you liked me and I thought —”

“I’m not unsympathetic. But do you like me? Because this being gay business doesn’t mean you can just throw yourself at any guy and it’ll be fine because he’s not a girl. There are still people you like and people you don’t.”

Alec thought of his bedroom back at the Institute, of being in a delirium of pain and poison when Magnus had come in. He had barely recognized him. He was fairly sure he’d been screaming for his parents, for Jace, for Izzy, but his voice would only come out on a whisper. He remembered Magnus’ hands on him, his fingers cool and gentle. He remembered the death-grip he’d kept on Magnus’ wrist, for hours and hours, even after the pain had passed and he knew he would be all right. He remembered watching Magnus’ face in the light of the rising sun, the gold of sunrise sparking gold out of his eyes, and thinking how oddly beautiful he was, with his cat’s gaze and grace.

“Yes,” Alec said. “I like you.”

He met Magnus’ gaze squarely. The warlock was looking at him with a sort of admixture of curiosity and affection and puzzlement. “It’s so odd,” Magnus said. “Genetics. Your eyes, that color —” He stopped and shook his head.

“The Lightwoods you knew didn’t have blue eyes?”

“Green-eyed monsters,” said Magnus, and grinned. He deposited Chairman Meow on the ground, and the cat moved over to Alec, and rubbed against his leg. “The Chairman likes you.”

“Is that good?”

“I never date anyone my cat doesn’t like,” Magnus said easily, and stood up. “So let’s say Friday night?”

A great wave of relief came over Alec. “Really? You want to go out with me?”

Magnus shook his head. “You have to stop playing hard to get, Alexander. It makes things difficult.” He grinned. He had a grin like Jace’s — not that they looked anything alike, but the sort of grin that lit up his whole face. “Come on, I’ll walk you out.”

Alec drifted after Magnus toward the front door, feeling as if a weight had been taken off his shoulders, one he hadn’t even known he was carrying. Of course he’d have to come up with an excuse for where he was going Friday night, something Jace wouldn’t want to participate in, something he’d need to do alone. Or he could pretend to be sick and sneak out. He was so lost in thought he almost banged into the front door, which Magnus was leaning against, looking at him through eyes narrowed to crescents.

“What is it?” Alec said.

“Never kissed anyone?” Magnus said. “No one at all?”

“No,” said Alec, hoping this didn’t disqualify him from being datable. “Not a real kiss —”

“Come here.” Magnus took him by the elbows and pulled him close. For a moment Alec was entirely disoriented by the feeling of being so close to someone else, to the kind of person he’d wanted to be close to for so long. Magnus was long and lean but not skinny; his body was hard, his arms lightly muscled but strong; he was an inch or so taller than Alec, which hardly ever happened, and they fit together perfectly. Magnus’ finger was under his chin, tilting his face up, and then they were kissing. Alec heard a small hitching gasp come from his own throat and then their mouths were pressed together with a sort of controlled urgency. Magnus, Alec thought dazedly, really knew what he was doing. His lips were soft, and he parted Alec’s expertly, exploring his mouth: a symphony of lips, teeth, tongue, every movement waking up a nerve ending Alec had never known he had.

He found Magnus’ waist with his fingers, touching the strip of bare skin he’d been trying to avoid looking at before, and slid his hands up under Magnus’ shirt. Magnus jerked with surprise, then relaxed, his hands running down Alec’s arms, over his chest, his waist, finding the belt loops on Alec’s jeans and using them to pull him closer. His mouth left Alec’s and Alec felt the hot pressure of his lips on his throat, where the skin was so sensitive that it seemed directly connected to the bones in his legs, which were about to give out. Just before he slid to the floor, Magnus let him go. His eyes were shining and so was his mouth.

“Now you’ve been kissed,” he said, reached behind him, and yanked the door open. “See you Friday?”

Alec cleared his throat. He felt dizzy, but he also felt alive — blood rushing through his veins like traffic at top speed, everything seemingly almost too brightly colored. As he stepped through the door, he turned and looked at Magnus, who was watching him bemusedly. He reached forward and took hold of the front of Magnus’ t-shirt and dragged the warlock toward him. Magnus stumbled against him, and Alec kissed him, hard and fast and messy and unpracticed, but with everything he had. He pulled Magnus against him, his own hand between them, and felt Magnus’ heart stutter in his chest.

He broke off the kiss, and drew back.

“Friday,” he said, and let Magnus go. He backed away, down the landing, Magnus looking after him. The warlock crossed his arms over his shirt — wrinkled where Alec had grabbed it — and shook his head, grinning.

“Lightwoods,” Magnus said. “They always have to have the last word.”

He shut the door behind him, and Alec ran down the steps, taking them two at a time, his blood still singing in his ears like music.

[teampawsify]

Cat Mom and Dad Dedicate Their Time To Rescuing Handicats

Cat Mom and Dad Dedicate Their Time To Rescuing Handicats

Visit - https://www.pawsify.com/pet-news/cat-mom-and-dad-dedicate-their-time-to-rescuing-handicats/

Rescuing disabled cats was not something that Lauren and husband Joe had planned but they now believe that it was something they were meant to do.

https://www.facebook.com/LittlemanMika/photos/a.175904299654131.1073741834.158334911411070/175904069654154/?type=3&theater

Lauren’s interest in cats began at the age of 6 when she convinced her parents into adopting two rescue cats but she adopted her first handicat when she was 15. A box of kittens had been left in a pet store and Lauren set eyes on the most stunning baby Blue Russian, she begged her parents to go to the store to have a look at the kitten. When the family got back to the pet shop all but one kitten had been sold, the one that was left was the kitten Lauren had fallen in love with. She couldn’t believe it and told her parent’s that it was a sure sign.

When the store told the family the kitten was going to be put down because she was missing a leg and her bone was sticking out Lauren and her family felt absolutely devastated and took the kitten home straight away and named her Shadow.

Lauren explains that she was literally her shadow, they had her leg removed from her hip and it never slowed her down. At first Lauren’s parents couldn’t look at Shadow but soon they became obsessed with her!

In 2008 Lauren was 25 and was dancing for the NY Jets, she still had 4 of the 6 rescue cats that she had taken in over the years, including her precious Shadow. At the age of 30 she stopped dancing for the Jets and felt like something was missing from her life, she wondered what an earth to do with all of the extra time.

One day Lauren received a phone call from a hysterical friend who was freaking out, a baby kitten was stuck between her fence and the shed and her dog was trying to get at it. Lauren went to her friends and there stuck in the fence was the tiniest orange tabby, his eyes were closed and he was riddled with bugs, the poor kitten could barely move.

On the way to the shelter with the baby kitten he started passing out and Lauren thought he was dying, her first thought was that the shelter would put him down. She made a U turn and rushed to the vet, they were told that he had CH (Cerebellar Hypoplasia) and wouldn’t be able to tell how severe it was until he was 6 months old.

Instantly Lauren knew that she needed to nurture this little guy back to health and he became her Little Man. Little was on a bottle for 7 months before he learned how to chew and it only took 3 months to confirm that Little’s case was severe, this mean’t that his motor skills would be affected so simple tasks like walking and standing would be impossible but Little lives life to the fullest.

By this time Lauren had met Joe, she explains to Pawsify that Joe was terrified of cats but she could see that he did feel bad for Little. Whenever Joe invited Lauren over she told him she couldn’t leave the cat, so he agreed that she could bring him over.

Joe had no idea that bringing Little meant bringing a whole bunch of things including a tent, litter box, litter, water bowl, food and also carpet (because he had hard wood floors). His face was a picture the first time Lauren rolled up with Little and all of his essentials. Joe fell in love with Little and they even attended Little’s therapy and acupuncture sessions together.

After 7 months of going out, Joe found Mika in the middle of their street, the poor kitty had no eyes. That very same day Lauren found out that she had to have her Shadow girl put down, she felt like she didn’t want another cat she just wanted her Shadow.

Joe adored Mika and the bond between the pair was special, it may have taken Lauren a few weeks but she says that Mika is perfect and she’s grateful that Mika is part of the family.

From that point their family just kept growing, the vet recommended they get a friend for Mika since Little goes to work with Lauren, Mika was lonely during the day.

They were supposed to adopt 2 handicats over the course of 4 months but unfortunately both fell through. Lauren felt that this was a sign and told Joe that it wasn’t meant to be and she was giving up looking for another cat for a while.

The same day the pair were visiting NJ they got a phone call about Mac who happened to also be in NJ, he has been overlooked in the shelter for 8 months because people thought he was ugly. The pair adopted Mac but they didn’t realise what was in store when it came to his health conditions.

Lauren tells Pawsify “It was absolute chaos between finding out he had asthma, cleft palette, half a nostril for airway, a heart condition called cardiomyopathy, eye herpes, chronic sinus infections, Megaesophagus and more! What we have done for Mac I would do over a hundred times. He is our greatest gift. He is inspiring and has forever changed us. We have spent countless nights at vets learning along the way what works and does not work for him. Constant medications, funding, humidifier sessions, oxygen tanks, etc…”.

The amount of times the pair were told that Mac wouldn’t make it were insane, yet he has just celebrated his 2nd birthday.

After a year of adopting Mac they went to drop off some donations at the shelter when they were told about a rescue cat who reminded them of a girl version on Mac, she was overlooked for 5 years because she was missing an eye.

They named her Leela and Joe fell in love with her. Lauren couldn’t believe that once Joe had been terrified of cats and wouldn’t go near them was now falling in love with handicapped cats and claimed he would NEVER have more than 2 cats.

After 2 months of adopting Leela they received a call about a munchkin cat in someones yard, they had been feeding him leftovers but realised that he wasn’t growing. It was the day of a major snowstorm and Lauren was worried that he wouldn’t survive so she decided to just foster him, but soon she realised that he reminded her of Shadow Girl and he was this missing link that would complete the family that is Tank.

To see more great photo’s and video’s be sure to follow the family on Instagram – littleman_mika

You can also help towards the vet bills donating via paypal.me/handicats

[teampawsify]

Cat Mom and Dad Dedicate Their Time To Rescuing Handicats

Cat Mom and Dad Dedicate Their Time To Rescuing Handicats

Visit - https://www.pawsify.com/pet-news/cat-mom-and-dad-dedicate-their-time-to-rescuing-handicats/

Rescuing disabled cats was not something that Lauren and husband Joe had planned but they now believe that it was something they were meant to do.

https://www.facebook.com/LittlemanMika/photos/a.175904299654131.1073741834.158334911411070/175904069654154/?type=3&theater

Lauren’s interest in cats began at the age of 6 when she convinced her parents into adopting two rescue cats but she adopted her first handicat when she was 15. A box of kittens had been left in a pet store and Lauren set eyes on the most stunning baby Blue Russian, she begged her parents to go to the store to have a look at the kitten. When the family got back to the pet shop all but one kitten had been sold, the one that was left was the kitten Lauren had fallen in love with. She couldn’t believe it and told her parent’s that it was a sure sign.

When the store told the family the kitten was going to be put down because she was missing a leg and her bone was sticking out Lauren and her family felt absolutely devastated and took the kitten home straight away and named her Shadow.

Lauren explains that she was literally her shadow, they had her leg removed from her hip and it never slowed her down. At first Lauren’s parents couldn’t look at Shadow but soon they became obsessed with her!

In 2008 Lauren was 25 and was dancing for the NY Jets, she still had 4 of the 6 rescue cats that she had taken in over the years, including her precious Shadow. At the age of 30 she stopped dancing for the Jets and felt like something was missing from her life, she wondered what an earth to do with all of the extra time.

One day Lauren received a phone call from a hysterical friend who was freaking out, a baby kitten was stuck between her fence and the shed and her dog was trying to get at it. Lauren went to her friends and there stuck in the fence was the tiniest orange tabby, his eyes were closed and he was riddled with bugs, the poor kitten could barely move.

On the way to the shelter with the baby kitten he started passing out and Lauren thought he was dying, her first thought was that the shelter would put him down. She made a U turn and rushed to the vet, they were told that he had CH (Cerebellar Hypoplasia) and wouldn’t be able to tell how severe it was until he was 6 months old.

Instantly Lauren knew that she needed to nurture this little guy back to health and he became her Little Man. Little was on a bottle for 7 months before he learned how to chew and it only took 3 months to confirm that Little’s case was severe, this mean’t that his motor skills would be affected so simple tasks like walking and standing would be impossible but Little lives life to the fullest.

By this time Lauren had met Joe, she explains to Pawsify that Joe was terrified of cats but she could see that he did feel bad for Little. Whenever Joe invited Lauren over she told him she couldn’t leave the cat, so he agreed that she could bring him over.

Joe had no idea that bringing Little meant bringing a whole bunch of things including a tent, litter box, litter, water bowl, food and also carpet (because he had hard wood floors). His face was a picture the first time Lauren rolled up with Little and all of his essentials. Joe fell in love with Little and they even attended Little’s therapy and acupuncture sessions together.

After 7 months of going out, Joe found Mika in the middle of their street, the poor kitty had no eyes. That very same day Lauren found out that she had to have her Shadow girl put down, she felt like she didn’t want another cat she just wanted her Shadow.

Joe adored Mika and the bond between the pair was special, it may have taken Lauren a few weeks but she says that Mika is perfect and she’s grateful that Mika is part of the family.

From that point their family just kept growing, the vet recommended they get a friend for Mika since Little goes to work with Lauren, Mika was lonely during the day.

They were supposed to adopt 2 handicats over the course of 4 months but unfortunately both fell through. Lauren felt that this was a sign and told Joe that it wasn’t meant to be and she was giving up looking for another cat for a while.

The same day the pair were visiting NJ they got a phone call about Mac who happened to also be in NJ, he has been overlooked in the shelter for 8 months because people thought he was ugly. The pair adopted Mac but they didn’t realise what was in store when it came to his health conditions.

Lauren tells Pawsify “It was absolute chaos between finding out he had asthma, cleft palette, half a nostril for airway, a heart condition called cardiomyopathy, eye herpes, chronic sinus infections, Megaesophagus and more! What we have done for Mac I would do over a hundred times. He is our greatest gift. He is inspiring and has forever changed us. We have spent countless nights at vets learning along the way what works and does not work for him. Constant medications, funding, humidifier sessions, oxygen tanks, etc…”.

The amount of times the pair were told that Mac wouldn’t make it were insane, yet he has just celebrated his 2nd birthday.

After a year of adopting Mac they went to drop off some donations at the shelter when they were told about a rescue cat who reminded them of a girl version on Mac, she was overlooked for 5 years because she was missing an eye.

They named her Leela and Joe fell in love with her. Lauren couldn’t believe that once Joe had been terrified of cats and wouldn’t go near them was now falling in love with handicapped cats and claimed he would NEVER have more than 2 cats.

After 2 months of adopting Leela they received a call about a munchkin cat in someones yard, they had been feeding him leftovers but realised that he wasn’t growing. It was the day of a major snowstorm and Lauren was worried that he wouldn’t survive so she decided to just foster him, but soon she realised that he reminded her of Shadow Girl and he was this missing link that would complete the family that is Tank.

To see more great photo’s and video’s be sure to follow the family on Instagram – littleman_mika

You can also help towards the vet bills donating via paypal.me/handicats