#anyway this is how big a newborn kitten is

[mozart-the-meerkitten]

Was inspired by the tiny bat, so have a picture of the tiniest mammal I've held in my hand as appreciation for the boops:

One of Leeli's kittens when it was newly born (I'm talking like, an hour old max here, just long enough to get fluffy). Since they were impossible to tell apart at first, I'm going to say it was Madia. 💜

[mikaela-the-slut-expert]

*knocks the door* Hello there! 💙 I hope you're doing great, because an idea came to my head again!)))

I apologize in advance, because my post will be long and it will be about my OC and his city, so the request will only be at the end. And here's the idea...

I was thinking of a story where my OC would finally be able to feel helpless again and learn to appreciate more that Hualian is around, and at the same time learn to ask for help. A old and basic idea came to mind, BUT... I like it. My OC, a demon and the god of Quiet death, manages his city as your OC and Hua Cheng do. Only for me his city at first looks like a large dark forest with lights of blue flame and animals whose fur is highlighted.. You know, like in Avatar, if you've watched it, or in Skyrim, there are such animals in one of the missions (google the "skyrim vale deer" and that's it)). And then the main part of the city is hidden under the arches of a cave in a huge mountain, where plants and tree grow thanks to magic. And plants highlighted too. It looks like an elven town in the Lord of the Rings, only in Chinese style. A very quiet place where demons and souls come to seek peace, a life they might not have had before death.

The main palace in black and blue tones, dark wood, elegance, expensive, but not fancy things around... HUGE collections of fans and poisons...

And of course, a temple for Xie Lian... It is not big, but extremely cozy, quiet, almost personal, as if the person who created the temple did not show how much he is ready to give to his god, but rather is ready to give extremely little, but no less valuable... His own heart...

So, near the city, an unknown creature began to rage in the village and my OC went to deal with it. Alone. Because, why not actually. Nobody wants to put loved ones' lives in danger, even if they are much stronger than you. And he defeated this creature... But he was cursed and turned into a child. Like... A newborn baby... (If you are not comfortable with children, then you can make him a kitten, small, white fur, frightened eyes and trembling from any rustle)

And just imagine, Hua Cheng and Xie Lian are worried that their beloved has disappeared, and then snakes come to them (pets of my OC, you can change it to birds if you feel comfortable) and bring them their beloved under a curse...

And I wonder how you see Hualian care and how they will remove the curse from their beloved reader X))

Cursed headcanons

Hua Cheng x M!reader x Xie Lian

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorryyyyyyyy 😭🙏 I was taking a small break from writing so plz don't get impatient with me guys. However he's I love that so much? Like the detail? The settings? The animals? I love it wtf? You are I fear. Anyways I hope you like this and I hope it makes you for the long wait😭

And I really, really, really hope you don't mind that I wrote him as a toddler 🫠🙏🖤

Also you said like, how your OC was giving his heart? So I used ashes instead.

Also I rlly am not liking my writing rn so I'm rlly sorry if the quality is awful

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When Hua Cheng and Xie Lian saw you again they did not expect to see you as a toddler. As in a little boy. As in not your normal form. . .

You were all supposed to meet up at Puqi shrine, just to hang out, cuddle. You know normal lover stuff.

It seems you didn't make it peacefully, in fact it doesn't even look like you remember them.

Your snakes had apparently led the way.

They knew it was you because of the snakes of course. Also not just any little boy would be okay with snakes roaming over his arms, and neck

Hua Cheng and Xie Lian take you inside and start doting on you immediately

They've found nothing out. You don't remember them, or what happened

Sigh

Xie Lian is worried, initially he doesn't know how to fix it. They don't know anything so how can they fix it?

Hua Cheng is worried but more so angry. Who did this? Was it a heavenly official or maybe a ghost? Whoever it was he'll track them down and take care of them for you

The important part is getting you back to normal first though

Xie Lian asks Ling Wen about what curses it may be

Hua Cheng is trying to think if this might be like the time he turned into a kid too but they crossed that out

At the end of the day they come up with. . . Nothing. Yet.

Xie Lian decides for the three of you that maybe rest is what you all need

So that night in bed a toddler lies between the two of them.

You look comfortable in their arms so at least you aren't crying from fear

Hua Cheng was very happy when you were not scared of him.

The next day Xie Lian and Hua Cheng decide something different.

They know you were at your abode so maybe the problem happened there?

Soooo that's where they go, of course with your snake's help, seeing as you don't remember anything

The whole time you're either in Xie Lian's arms or clinging to Hua Cheng's legs.

They're actually having fun with this whole, you being a toddler thing. Not forever though.

All of you get to your city with no problems. . .

Except when they get to the "city" it's a cave.

At first Hua Cheng is debating to tie your snakes together by the tails but Xie Lian calms him down.

Then they both panic because suddenly you're missing.

The little you ran into the cave!

They give chase and then suddenly are wowed when they see your city.

It was hiding in the cave the whole time. Huh, no wonder.

They also find you petting some strange deer with highlighted fur, like literally glowing.

Xie Lian and Hua Cheng have never seen something like this before, they've never had the chance to see your city.

You're always too embarrassed to let them in

They quickly pick you up and Hua Cheng keeps you in his arms this time.

After admiring the city they follow the snakes again.

This time they've been led to a temple.

Who knows what's going through those snake's minds but apparently they're giving your lovers a whole tour

Because the next stop was a temple.

It's not gaudy but not out of shape either. It's elegant, definitely meant for a well loved god or goddess

Xie Lian and Hua Cheng find out who it's for when they see Xie Lian's statue in the temple.

They look around a bit, surprised there aren't many offerings at all. But they notice why when they look at statue Xie Lian's hair.

A hair pin

It's the only thing that isn't a part of the statue, it's not the same material or anything. So what is it then?

Hua Cheng and Xie Lian carefully look at it. After a few minutes Hua Cheng confirms that the hair pin is made of ashes.

Your ashes.

A hairpin, in Xie Lian's hair, you gifted, your ashes

Oh my

Xie Lian is flustered and puts it back where it was. Hua Cheng is smiling at toddler you

You don't know what's going on just yet but they know what a hairpin means

Once they're done appreciating all the fine details you've made for Xie Lian they're led away once again.

Finally to the spot where you were cursed

Xie Lian guess by the dead creatures carcass you must have been cursed by it.

This won't be a hard curse to get rid of, just destroy the creatures body and get rid of the ashes. Then you should turn back to normal.

So Xie Lian hopes.

Hua Cheng does all of it though he wouldn't dare let Xie Lian touch something so dirty. He places you in the safety of Xie Lian's arms so he can do so

After that's all gotten rid of, toddler you poofs and turns big again

They catch you up to speed pretty quickly, then you get ganged up on by kisses and teasing.

They want to see more of your city before you guys leave

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Bro

I'm so sorry if it's bad

just tell me in the comments I might try writing something better. I love you guys 🥰🖤

[farter-imperator]

any headcannons on preggy rain 👉👈

I love that I've became the pregnant ghoul person

I'll proudly hold that title

Anyways. Preggy Rain.

I don't think he shows much, his bump is pretty close to his body. All water ghouls are good at hiding their tummy bumps, since a big bump makes for less hydrodynamics when they're in the water.

I think he has an average sized litter, maybe four, but they're teeny lil jelly beans in there. Like, newborn kitten sized.

He's pretty touchy. The hormones get to him bad. He's most likely to cry, followed closely with him getting angry. And Rain normally doesn't get angry easily.

He's pretty sure that it's Dew's kits, but Omega's told them that it's definitely pure water ghoul kits in there. Maybe that was something left behind after Dew's transition.

Boy gets such a bad back. It's not like it's a heavy bump, but it's still more weight on his back than what he's used to. He's seen around the Ministry with his hands cupped on his back quite a lot.

Makes a nest out of pebbles and rocks from the lake. Understandably, most of the ghouls don't use it.

Delivers his kits in his room. He was meant to go to the infirmary, but he realised last minute that that he was too scared, and Aether had to step in and help deliver in Rain's bed. Petting his thigh, telling him how good he's doing. He barely needs any help. He's a good lil ghoul.

Afterwards, once the sheets are cleaned, and the kits have been checked over and weighed, the pack peer in from the doorway and coo over the tiny kits. Three girls, one boy.

[gotham-native]

DEMELONZOSTRAP HEADCANONS

Demeter Headcanons

Her and Bomba are sisters

Her and Munkustrap share a owner

Had a kinda high school sweetheart relationship with Macavity

Jemima is her daughter with Macavity

Plato is her 'Adopted' son

Has a soft spot for Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer and will convivence Munk and Alonzo to go easy on them when they get in trouble

Her Love language is touch and words of affirmation

Doesn't like being alone, she has PTSD from Macavity isolating her when she was with him

Doesn't like the quiet either, she needs background noise to feel safe

She is the tribes medic in training

Likes to know everything that's happing around her and somehow always knows the latest gossip

(i have so much more mainly about her time with Macavity and as a kitten but I'll make a separate post about that)

Alonzo Headcanons

His younger half siblings are Misto and Victoria and they share a father

He's a stray and tends to stay in the junkyard most of the time Munk and Demeter have been able to convince him to stay at their owners house sometimes but it's not really his thing so he's kinda the families indoor/outdoor cat

Has a sorta 'Big Brother' role to Tumble and Pounce, he found them on them alone streets when they were kits and brought them to the junkyard, Jellylorum took on the mom role for them but their still his little losers

His love language is acts of service

Is the tribes second in command

Isn't a big fan of touch but will relent for Demeter and Munk because he knows that's how they show affection

Professional hater

Him and Cassandra are Ex's but still very close friends

Munkustrap Headcanons

Him and Demeter share a owner

Middle Deuteronomy son

Man's is stressed

The tribes main protector and next leader

His love language is touch and acts of service

Had to take on a lot of responsibility young after Macavity left

He's a daddies boy and just loves his dad so so much

Shortest Deuteronomy boy but still very tall

Kinda a perfectionism and hates when things go wrong

Was a 'very mature for his age' kid and enjoyed hanging around the older cats

He loves his tribe so much and will do literally anything for them

Demelonzostrap headcanons

-Meeting

Demeter and Munkustrap grew up together in the junkyard and while they weren't that close when they were younger they did consider each other friends. Alonzo never planned on joining a tribe, but after finding two kittens in a back alley he knew he needed to find somewhere safe for them. he had heard of the tribe of cats in the junkyard and figured he could go there, at first he was planning on just dropping the two kittens off making sure they were ok and going about his life as before but he unfortunately grew attached to those two trouble makers. when he first went to the junkyard he kept to himself and just focused on Tumble and Pounce, Then he meet Munkustrap. They quickly got on and would proudly call each other best friends.

-Dating

After Demeter and Bombalurina left with Macavity when he was banished Munkustrap had to step up as the next in line to be the jellicle leader and tribe protector. He threw himself head first into this new role, Alonzo not liking how his friend was clearly struggling with this new responsivity stepped up to help him in anyway he could. At first the were clearly just friends and Alonzo even had a short lived relationship with Cassandra, But there was always something between them. They didn't know what to call it at first, they were both just kinda longing in silence. Then Alonzo kissed him. And something just clicked.

Now when Demeter and Bomba came back to the Junkyard, Bomba with a young kitten and Demeter with a Toddler and newborn kit, All the kittens clearly Macavitys there was tension in the tribe on whether to let them back in, Munkustrap and Tugger were their biggest advocates and made it clear they wouldn't take no as a answer. when Old Deuteronomy made it clear they were welcomed Tugger instantly took Bombalurina and her kitten to his owners house to keep her safe and was willing to take Demeter too but she wanted to stay in the junkyard. Alonzo and Munkustrap put themselves in charge of keeping Demeter safe. Since Alonzo lived in the Junkyard he would stay with her a night.

Demeter was thankful for them and slowly opened up to them and eventually welcomed them fully into her life. She at first considered them as friends and wasn't ready for another relationship and wasn't sure if she ever would be. But she couldn't deny that she cared about them and they were both very sweet with Plato and Jemima. There wasn't really a exact day they decided they were together just one day Demeter was like 'oh i have two husbands now' and she is very happy about that

-Kittens

they have 7 kittens (counting Jemima and Plato)

First is Plato Demeter's adopted son, Jemima, and she is Demeter and Macavitys Daughter

Then there was Demeter and Munkustraps Litter

one boy and one girl, Sillabub

Then there is Demeter and Alonzos Litter

One girl (Persephone) and two boys

Please ask me questions about them because i have SO MUCH to say

EDIT :None of the boys have names because i can't name boys

(yes i know half the pictures are different sizes i don't know how to fix that sorry <3)

[justagalwhowrites]

whatever you do, don’t imagine Joel finding a little kitten while on patrol… obviously the runt of a litter, left behind. Don’t imagine him wrapping a tiny kitten in his big warm flannel shirt, holding it close to him while riding back to Jackson. Don’t imagine him trying to nurse it back to health, keeping it warm by wearing a hoodie and having the kitten in the little pocket at the front. Waking up every few hours to hand feed it so it can grow. Talking to the tiny baby so softly, saying everything will be alright. He would probably play the kitten some songs on his guitar because that seems like a Joel thing to do.

And once the danger is over and the kitten is healthy, he’ll carry it gently over to Bambis house. Still wrapped in his flannel because the kitten loves it and he tells it all about Bambi and how she’s gonna take care of it so well and how they’re gonna help each other feel better and keep each other company when he can’t be there 😭😭🥺

I need to see Joel Miller with a kitten 😂😭

OH

MY

GOD

BESTIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

I love this so much! Joel picking up the tiny little baby cat and holding it in one hand because his hands are so big 😭

And the whole time he's remembering back to when Sarah was a newborn and what she needed and he's like "well... this kitten probably needs a lot of that too, right?"

At first he's like "Just going to keep it alive... can be a barn cat for the stable or something later... It's staying in the bathroom, not gonna let it mess up the house..."

Only he's now falling asleep IN the bathroom, leaning up against the wall with his arms crossed in case the little thing wakes up in the middle of the night and needs him.

So he moves it to his room. And it starts to sleep curled up by his head on the same pillow and it purrs and he starts out a little grumpy about it but if it stops he gets worried and gives it a little pet and talks to it all calm and soft.

And he can't leave it alone all day but he can't bow out of work, either, so he carries it around with him all the time and he gives someone a death glare if they try to ask about it (except Bambi of course.)

Once the kitten has MET Bambi, he's decides to test run music he's writing for her with the kitten. Because... well, it seemed like the two of you had a connection. "You're a good judge of character," he says to the kitten, who is perched on the arm of the sofa. "Think that means you got good taste in music too?" The kitty will stretch out a paw and he'll just nod and go "Yeah, thought so."

Once the kitten is on solid food, Joel cooks for it every day. And will make it more than one thing if it turns its nose up at the first option.

"Can't let it starve," he mutters when Tommy asks what the fuck he's doing.

Eventually, the cat is too attached to people to be a true barn cat but Joel shows up at the stables with the cat anyway.

"Thought it could help with mice," he kind of drops it into Bambi's arms. "But you gotta take it home at night. Won't sleep by itself, needs to be with someone. Think it'll like the horses though, it's got good taste."

And the cat purrs and rubs its face on Bambi's neck, as if to prove his point. Joel just nods.

"See? Good taste."

AHHHHHH JOEL WITH A KITTEN

I LOVE IT AND I LOVE YOU THANK YOU

[eeblouissant]

What's your favorite headcanon for each Golden Girl?

oooooo this looks fun and I’m in the mood to answer some asks 👀

I’m going to talk about my favourite fluffy & then my favourite angsty headcanon for each of them, because I think this would turn into nothing but angst if I didn’t haha (a lot of my favs happen to be angsty)

Under the cut because this got long :)

Starting with Sophia because I have never had a reason to share this one otherwise: she started calling Dorothy pussycat because when she was little (a newborn, like very very little) her cries sounded similar to a baby kittens. She calls kate kitten for similar reasons, but also because it just makes sense! Dorothy’s her pussycat & Kate’s ma, so she’s Sophia’s kitten :)

As for the angst … my favourite for Sophia has to be @ / hecatesbroom’s headcanon that she wore gray to Dorothy’s wedding. If I knew how to attach fics here I would, because I still think about that one regularly (it tore my heart out and stomped on it I’m fine I’m still fine months later) (does this count as a hc? I’m not sure if she counts it as one, but I’m leaving it here anyway because holy it is incredible)

I don’t have much to headcanon with Sophia, she’s one of those characters that’s perfect the way she is 😂 i just adore her.

Dorothy …. Oh boy. Buckle in everyone because I have things to say (that you’ve all heard before, but I like talking about them so I don’t care).

It’s only brought up briefly once but content warning for a very short mention of the assault

my favourite headcanon for her happens to be an angsty one. Her story hits so, so, so close to home for me, so it was difficult not to fill in the gaps that were left in the show with what would have made the most sense to me based on some of my own experiences (considering what happened to her, the affects it would have most definitely had on her for years afterwards, that time in history, etc)

Her battle with mental illness but more specifically dissociation (and these things being triggered by that initial event, not things she was ever born with. She was born perfectly mentally healthy and happened to be caught in the way of life) were some of the first I came up with for her as soon as I started looking more into her character. It just makes so much sense to me - there’s a pattern to the way that life seems to go, even just for a short while, after going through a traumatic event like this. (and then living it??? Over and over again for 38 years just to be betrayed in the end? Having been made to feel like being assaulted was her fault, & shameful, and then being forced to marry the guy for the families reputations’ sake???????? All that wouldn’t come without consequences of the meeting the diagnostic criteria for several mental illnesses variety)

In short: my favourite angsty headcanons for her are basically all the thoughts I have on the parts of her past we don’t see on screen/what went through her head while she was trapped in that house for 38 years/how she coped. And the bits of it (her canon CFS & depression obvs count here) we don’t see in present canon (or see once and then never again. I’ll never forgive them for curing her CFS out of thin air like that 😭)

On a much lighter note - im a very big fan of the canon info that she beats the hell out of her pillows before / while sleeping (literally WHAT LMAO why is she so silly how did that even start 😭) and ALSO the canon info that she mistook rose for a pillow in her sleep once before. I think that Blanche and Rose sleep on either side of her to kind of trap her in place? So that she doesn’t beat the pillows or one of them, because ouch. Anyway, she has to be like confined to one spot while she sleeps otherwise someone’s waking up with a bruise. (Rip whoever she happens to be facing, I’m sure being snored at isn’t a fun time) (this was almost more of a golden wives headcanon but like. It’s Dorothy centric, so shush. I just think it’s funny that they all have silly sleeping habits)

Blanche, hmmmm. A lot of my angsty thoughts align with canon (i have a hard time coming up with hcs for the girls in general, because almost all that’s implied or outright stated I really agree with and see no reason to change). If I had any angsty headcanons for her they would involve her childhood and the real reason behind her “reckless” behaviour, for a lack of better ways to put it. I believe it was a cry for love and attention through her parents and siblings kind of brushing her off (and also. Can we talk about the parental figure(s) that disappeared from her life so suddenly one day??? The lady that big daddy had an affair with whom she was very close to who then went on to DISAPPEAR?? oh my god? Something like 30/40 years later she was still FURIOUS with her for walking out. I can smell the fear of abandonment from here). But again, i feel like that’s made pretty clear in canon ??? Anyway, @ all of you: what are your favourite angsty Blanche headcanons 👀 (and i didn’t even touch on her relationship with her children also being a result of how she was brought up like. Oh my god. There’s just so much.)

Aside from that: i know it’s kinda sorta touched on in the show but!!! I headcanon that Blanche is an artist!!! She writes, and that is an art form in itself for the record (a little foreign to me, but oh my god the amount respect I have for anyone and everyone with the ability to string words together so beautifully the way they do. Looking at my very talented mutuals rn) It makes total sense that Blanche is called to writing - she has such an incredible way of speaking! But I can also see her really enjoying painting & possibly sculpting/clay work? She mentions enjoying meditation a few times in canon and painting very much feels that way - time sort of slips away and you get in touch with yourself and your inner thoughts in a way you just can’t otherwise. I also feel like it would be a really good outlet of self expression for her, or a coping mechanism. it would be a good way for her to heal that childhood trauma I think.

Roseeee oh rose :’) we all know by now that I headcanon her being autistic, and that’s probably my favourite headcanon for her, but that’s boring and short so I’m going to expand on it (this one’s gonna be more of me talking about how I think she lives with autism, not split in half like the others):

She never gets diagnosed (mostly because of the time they lived in). I think it leaves her more than a bit confused when she has those rare moments of “??? Why am i so different from everyone else” , and I think that thought process is the biggest cause of a shutdown &/or meltdown for her. She doesn’t meltdown often, i do think she shuts down a lot (we see it pretty often, or at least I like to think I do) but meltdowns are rare for her.

The hardest part of a meltdown or shutdown (but mostly meltdowns) for her is not being able to communicate; speech goes right out the window. It’s not so much that she can’t communicate what she’s feeling, because the girls can understand her body language and rose knows how to signal different things to/at them, but that she’s so used to talking through hard things/about her special interest to self soothe/etc that when she can’t it makes the situation ten times worse. Having Blanche or Dorothy by her side, preferably in a space that stays consistent (like the living room or her bedroom, the lanai for example can be a nightmare when she’s in that state because she can’t always predict the weather/transitioning from inside to outside/etc) is the best way to deal for her. And once she’s feeling calm enough, reciting one of her stories back to her will practically cure her!

Adding onto that first bit, I think that because Rose works/worked in the field that she did for so long, and also studied lots in that realm, she was able to pick up on big similarities between her & different people she’d seen and spoken to (that may have been autistic also). She’s most definitely not stupid, she has good and bad days with the idea of it but she knows that she’s different from others in some of her behaviours. She’d talk to Dorothy and Blanche about it, and they’d conclude that it was definitely something, but they’d never put a name to it. Everyone accommodates her accordingly regardless but again, i don’t think it’s ever formally named/diagnosed. And that would be harmful if rose just genuinely had no clue, but she does know and learns to help herself through that!

Also, if it wasn’t clear already, her special interest is most definitely St. Olaf.

Okay i think that’s all :) hope you enjoyed my essay length response haha

[brandwhorestarscream]

tfa bulkhead x tfa prowl

Ohhh Bulkhead is over the moon when he finds out! He's been feeling sick lately, struggling with energon intake and being really lethargic and sore. He finally caves and goes to Ratchet and a single scan later reveals the shocking truth: a tiny little spark nestled close to his. Now, Bulkhead comes from waaay out in the commonwealth. He knows what sparklings are. He's seen old pictures but never actually met one himself.

And he is so excited. Runs out of the medbay--with Ratchet yelling behind him to, "Be careful, slag it! Don't overexert yourself!"--to find Prowl and tell him the good news. Dents his much smaller partner considerably with one of his huge full body best hugs: Prowl's pedes are dangling above the floor and he's being swung back and forth as Bulkhead eagerly tells him they're going to have a sparkling. A real sparkling, can he believe it?! There's a tiny baby bot growing inside him! He's all sunshine and rainbows and walking on cloud nine, he's so excited to be a carrier!

Prowl is really shocked cuz he didn't think such a thing was possible, but ultimately he's happy. He does everything he can to be supportive and help Bulkhead be comfortable, quietly going to Ratchet to discuss all the necessary action he should take as a sire. They're light years away from an actual hospital, and while he has complete faith in Ratchet's skills, a lot of things could go wrong. If the sparkling comes early and needs a NICU, if Bulkhead develops any kind of complication or deficiency, etc, etc. They even consider returning to Cybertron, just in case, but ultimately decide against it. Hospitals there aren't trained to care for newborns anyway, and Bulkhead really, really wants his newspark to experience the joys of earth.

He makes an entire nursery for the bitty, with plenty of help from Bumblebee and Sari, painting the walls with pastel cybertronian myths and star systems, making a mobile and cradle and little toys for them. Prowl pots several flowering plants to bring color and fresh air to the room, never mind the fact that they don't need oxygen 🤭 Ratchet's got some old parenting prep programs on his drives that he's glad to hand over, and Bulkhead watches them religiously.

He also gets hooked on cute human baby compilation videos, especially of them laughing and meeting family members for the first time. He can't wait to do all these things with his bitty! He can't wait to hear them laugh for the first time, can't wait for their first steps, can't wait for every single wonderful experience they're going to have and that he gets to witness. He's so in love with the little spark growing inside him, always holding both servos over his chassis and humming to them. He talks to them every night, telling them about all the great things he can't wait to show them. Prowl talks to them too, carefully draped over his belly and murmuring how proud and excited he is. He adores observing the cycles of life on earth, and now he's taking part in creating life from scratch? It's the greatest honor he's ever been given.

The bitty is born on a cold, frosty day in winter, when the skies are gray and the snow is falling in big cotton flakes outside. It's an uncomplicated emergence, thankfully, though Bulkhead spends several painful hours in labor pacing around the delivery room. Prowl is an absolute champion of a supporting sire, fetching warm towels and glasses of coolant left right and center, immediately there with hands to hold or with soothing words. Even Ratchet is impressed, most first time sires are a mess. Internally Prowl is a nervous wreck but he's doing everything in his power to be calm and supportive, and Bulkhead really appreciates it.

After nearly 9 hours, their precious little baby is born. An incredibly round, black-as-night little marshmallow, with their carrier's alt mode and a pair of sleepy blue optics peeking out of the void. Like one of those all-black kittens that just disappear on a dark rug. That's their bitty. Just the roundest softest little shadow. Bulkhead is sobbing, tears of joy streaming down his face when he holds them for the first time. He's never felt such an intense, choking sensation of love before, he didn't know it was possible to love something this much. It's pure euphoria and he feels like he's floating, spark singing in his chassis when he takes them in his arms and gets to look at them for the first time. He kisses their helm a dozen times, blubbering incoherently and welcoming them to the world. They're perfect, so, so perfect, and he's the happiest he's ever been. Prowl comes up beside the bed and his knees wobble before nearly giving out: it hits him all at once that he's a dad now and he almost collapses. He was composed throughout the entire birth but now that they're here? He's losing his cool. His mouth is hanging open and his optics are shining so bright you can see them behind his visor; he leans down to wrap shaking arms around both of them. The baby peeps in surprise and peers up at him in wonder, and he smiles so widely his face nearly breaks.

He greats them in a mystified, trembling voice, saying hello, hi there, I'm your sire, welcome to earth-

He has no idea what he's saying, he's running completely on autopilot, but one thing's for sure: this is the happiest he's ever been in a long, long time.

[puzzlekinq]

okay this is gonna sound so fucking silly but i’ve started doing this when i feel like i’m not enough and it actually kinda works. so y’know how in riddler year one edward drew the little speech bubble that said “YOU MATTER” on the picture of thomas wayne? and then later he drew batman telling him that he mattered? i’ve started doing that with various fictional characters. and it works, weirdly enough. i highly recommend it. anyways my neighbor’s cat had kittens today and they are only three hours old and here they are. the mother’s name is pat but the babies don’t have names yet. they’re letting me name one. maybe i’ll name it ethan.

thats not silly i think i should do that maybe. might help me a lot if there was a picture of edward telling me i matter. i wish he was real so he could say that to me

and ohhh my gosh theyre so teenie... what are they so small for... only 3 cm big... thats incredible truly fascinating. if a little baby kitten was named after me i think i would cry thats such an honor to share a name with a newborn kitten. i love them so much i wish i was also tiny like them so we could all snuggle in a kitten pile together. that would be so awesome

[softboiledbb]

This makes me think of when I volunteered at the local pet shelter and a family came in looking for a kitten, and I told them before they checked out the puffy babies to look for Zeke with the adult cats. Cross-eyed (blue, partly siamese), deaf, tripod, kinda big orange guy that was investigatively sweet. I don't think they ever got around to looking at the kittens. Despite what many might call "flaws" he was purrfectly loveable for his whole being and went to his new home with them within the hour or so.

It also makes me think of the box of newborn kittens no-one at the shelter (staff included sadly) could take the time for, wrapped in umbilical chords, the mother had died, a very different difficult day. My mum brought all 7 to a friend's home and removed the umbilicus with wetted warm towels gently and carefully in a triage sort of way. 2 died along the way, 3 others with differing levels of "issues" were homed later on, and two have remained homed with my family now Puck and Lily. Puck had umbilical chord wrapped around his neck, losing air, but lived and now sways his whole body to take steps it looks like dancing. He likes hugs, is rather derpy from neurological damage, we have to control his eating, and he loves the word "spring". Lily we sometimes call "big toe" because her back foot was mostly amputated from umbilicus, she is easily frighten but not timid, prissily demanding if you begin to pet her you better not stop, coming up to you and putting her claws into your shin for painful reminder it must be affection time.

I think of my love my son my baby my boy Bugsah who has always had FLV, the others probably have it too though they have not shown signs and we have not had them tested (yet). He chose me from the bushes on a country road and later ran after me when I rode my bike away from a bad emotional situation. He has been with me since I got him back and always had some odd pupil changes amd small issues I thought nothing of until he showed signs of his illness. I don't know how I will do, if I will be able to continue, when he goes whenever that may be. Thinking about the way I love him and he loves me has always made me cry.

I think of Bosco from the basement lab at the university I attended. He had feline aids and FLV and comforted all the students that graced the hallway and rooms he resided within. If you were having a bad day you knew you could always go down and sit on the couch and he would be there patiently waiting to shed on you with the loudest purrs.

Anyway, protect animals, get cats of all shapes/sizes/colors/disposition. Let them get to know you, be true, and you will find love has no limit or form, wonder and joy amid the pains of life, and so much more.

This was meant to be a quick warm up, but it turned into a comic that I’ve wanted to draw for a while. This is something that is extremely important to me, and I appreciate it if you read it.

A while ago, I heard a story that broke my heart. A family went a cat shelter to adopt. The daughter fell in love with a 3-legged cat. The father straight up said “absolutely not”. Because he was missing a leg. That cat was that close to having a family that loved him, but the missing leg held him back. Why?!

Many people have the initial instinct of “nope” when they see an imperfect animal. I get it, but less-adoptable does NOT mean less loveable. 9 out of 10 people will choose a kitten over an adult cat. And those 10% that would get an adult cat often overlook “different” animals.

All I want people to do is be open to the idea of having a “different” pet in their lives. Choose the pet that you fall in love with, but at least give all of them a fair shot at winning your heart.

Don’t dismiss them, they deserve a loving home just as much as any other cat. They still purr, they still love a warm lap, they still play, they still love you. Trust me, next time you are in the market for a new kitty, just go over to that one cat that’s missing an eye and see what he’s all about!

[riotinciter]

starscream, anthropology, and feminism (and writing)

been thinking "I need 2 touch the source material" a lot lately but rereading comics is not something I want to do right now because I am sappho's most impatient warrior so I've been combing through spoon fic AGAIN since their entire body of work is my mstar bible lol

I think of what I do as love letters in a big way

anyway

I've spent so much time away from source material and I plan on keeping my social media presence very scaled back so more than ever my thoughts have been generated and nurtured within a vacuum. I've been reading a lot too lately in addition to whatever I read for class, so my mstar and stsk ideas are steeped in anthropology and feminism.

difficult to unashamedly incorporate such ideas into work about two homosexual men (one cis, the other trans, one white, the other black, one old, the other young). so I hopped on here to see what everyone else is up to, and I don't think I should be so unsure about what I've been putting together. our ideas are so varied but well loved, it doesn't matter.

the space au in particular has taken on huge feminist tones, unsurprising when you consider I've modeled it after my own life and have incorporated childbearing and the way patriarchy does not value incorporate or take seriously the feminine (in this case exhibited by pregnancy and what childbearing does to the body/mind that is not conducive to capitalism imperialism or war etc) and how systems like these inevitably harm men as well.

my thoughts are constantly revolving around issues like these... evolutionary medicine is teaching me things about my body and mind that I cannot reconcile as a woman trapped in this never-ending rat race.

and I want to talk about that. write about that. It feels weird to tell this story without a woman present, but instead through a trans man, but I don't think my worry is granted. I don't think I should allow my uncertainty to hold me back from telling an important story just because it looks a little different. and again, as an anthropologist, this is oodles of fun for me. I love the mix and match of my story telling. I love taking things from my own experience and adjusting them just enough to superimpose them over star and Megatron. it's fun. it's fulfilling. it helps me explore the world around me in a freely artistic way with no right or wrong way of doing it.

and to a greater extent it is also commentary on trans pregnancy (how are you going to feed a newborn on a warship after you've gotten top surgery years before? how do you express this to an older cis white man who has never had to worry about having a body capable of bearing children and wants to keep the pregnancy like it's a stray kitten? typing this out now I realize I have some more research to do on certain wordage...) and an ever greater one on race. I love these two. I'm looking forward to it. I hope anyone who reads it can appreciate whatever story I end up telling :)

[devilishfink]

My head's in heaven, my soles are in hell

To sort that out right away... That won't be a fairy tail of good and evil, where the beautiful angels win over the ugly demons. Since that is will NEVER be the case! Sorry to bust that bubble, kid. 

This is a story about me, Wilhelm Fink and my little baby brother “The Reverend” Strychnine Twitch, a long story with ups and downs.

Anyways... the story starts 39 years ago in good old California. My birthday to be exact and not my favorite day of the year to be brutally honest.

The neon light in the waiting room caused more stress than an relaxing atmosphere, the whole room in its' whole didn't help that either. 

A man in his mid thirties was sitting there all alone in the middle of the night waiting to be called to the room he just wanted to enter so badly for hours now. 

The black-headed looked like he was sitting on glowing coals, shifting from side to side for quite a while now; “Oh come on that's a joke... I just wanna see how it is going... That's it!” his voice sounded more worried than angry followed by a long sigh, he got on his feet heading to the exit, to find out what caused the waiting. 

It took him like 5 minutes and several asking to finally find the right direction, how he hated this place; the smell of diseases, disinfectant and soon to be dead; he simply hated hospitals with a passion... but this time he couldn't care less about all that.

“There we go 'delivery room'” a little smile showed up on his face, like a little child before Christmas morning, then he pushed open the door to see what he waited for so long now, “so is everything alright with Laur- a- what?!” as fast as the smile had came it was gone replaced with a blank face of disbelieve “This can't be... what happened! That's too much blood!” 

So let's see... the nice man you heard scream here was my father. Lucius Fink. Full-time asshole and previous king of hell. Yes hell you read that right.

Probably this incident was the trigger for much more worse to come, but that's a story for later. 

More important is the Why now... Laura Schneider; my mother; was basically my first victim of many. I never meant to do so really, but humans ain't supposed to give birth to a demon, since this always comes with a sacrifice, which was her life in this case...

Lucius was standing in front of the big window wall, where they kept the newborns for the parents to take the first look at their little bundle of joy. The demon was pale as the tiles that paved the whole place: “How can life and death be so close together? It's not fair...” he never was a cry baby not even now he could, he tried to calm himself not to tear the place down with just one finger. “...Now where is he?” still a bit shaking her searched through the small beds, to finally find a blue one: “There you are... Wilhelm... she chose the name I picked? Oh dammit Laura...” he shoved his face into one hand and shook his head: “Be strong now Lucius... be a good dad for him.” The devil shook of the bad chills for now to greet the newborn boy with a happy face not with the face of despair. 

What a happy-happy birthday story right? He should keep his promise at least for some years... he USED to be a good father to me when I was still a little fuck. After all it wasn't my fault that Laura died and I never met her so I was never really sad about not knowing her. But she seemed like a really nice woman after the stories Lucius told me while looking at old photos.

I noticed that something was wrong when I was like three years old. That was the time where he disappear for days, leaving me and my babysitter alone... God that was terrible of you think about it. It turned out that he went to some shady night clubs; he was sad and lonely I don't judge him for DOING it but I do judge him for leaving a three-year-old alone with a babysitter. (also because Susie was a bitch of a babysitter...) Anyway. That was until one day he brought one of his kittens, he really loved to play with home.

Sally Twitch; a woman that really didn't look like your usual dancer. I know, I know the name sounds weird and a lil' stupid, but she actually happened to be a really pretty and sweet being and who was not as stupid as her name sounded. Even thought she worked in some shady bar, she was always happy and a really great substitute mother to me. Also father had his reason to call her his “Little angel”...

°What do you's want for dinner darling?° the blonde lady asked the little black-headed boy. 'Uuuuuuh... I want beef please!' a big cute but sharp smile appeared on Wilhelm's face. °... again? Honey you's can't only eat meat all the time° Sally laughed stroking the boy's head °I's will see what we's can do yes?° - “Well meat doesn't sound bad to me either actually” Lucius appeared out of thin air behind them hugging Sally from behind to put a kiss on her temple, he always appeared like that. Out of nowhere. He loved being a demon and doing well thing's a demon does. °Hello love, was your day okay?° she blushed a little, every normal person would have pissed themselves if someone would pop up like this. But that wasn't your normal family to start with anyways. 

The were like together for two or three years, much longer than with Laura to this point. And who would have thought THAT? (Everybody obviously) Sally got pregnant. Father was scared of course, we all know what happened the last time he expected a child of his, but since Sally wasn't a normal human, she told him not to worry about it and that everything will be just fine. One happy family and a happy end like the one's in children books or Disney movies. 

I wish it would have been like that all the time...

'Moooommmy why can't I come with you two? I don't like the babysitter and I want to see my little brother!' the little devil pouted, trying not to show that he was close to crying: 'That's not fair!' - °Ssssh it's okaaaay... we's wont be gone for long and you's can say hello to him in person then not just do my belly hehe...° Sally smiled warmly wiping the little one's tears away with her thumbs, while Lucius was loading her bag into the car. °You's will protect little Strychnine from this point then so you's need to be a strong big brother for him... promise?° - 'I-I will!' Wilhelm nodded trying to look strong: 'o-okay I will be a good boy while you are away...' Sally nodded °See you's later alligator.° - 'See you in a while crocodile!' He waved from the front door as his parents left.

The were gone for ages after that but it's not like I wasn't used to being left alone with a babysitter... This time BOTH of them came back home, with a really tiny version of father just with a much cuter face. I was all over the place that day since a baby brother was something I always wished for, even thought I didn't know that to this point of time. Strychnine wasn't exactly the pretties baby name but special names run in this family so why the fuck not? 

'Can I hold him? May I? Pleaaase!' Wilhelm never begged for anything but special times need special behavior: 'I will be careful. I will not drop him or anything he isn't a toy of mine so I-I promise!' - °Oh dear° Sally giggled, holding the little bundle gently in her arms: °Sit down beside me's and stay calm yes?° The little bundle of energy did as he was told and sat down on the couch, trying to sit really still: °Here you's go...° - 'Oh like- that?' - °Yes like that° The bundle was warm and calm on his lap, making little noises: 'He's so tiny... he will grow up fast so we can play yes? - °Of course Will. You's will be a great big brother for him... you's see my “kind” isn't as strong as yours. Keep him safe when I's can't be around okay?° the blonde one smiled warm but there was something like a little hint of  apprehension in it as well, what she didn't wanted to show and the little boy didn't notice anyway. 

I would kill to relive this nice years of my and Twitch's childhood! Growing up in a stable and happy family, that would have been great... But that only lasted for like 3 years I think? As time passed more and more demon's got informed, that father was living with an angel and his kids like a normal person. They saw it as a chance to jump right on the top of the throne in hell, since they thought he had become soft and weak. Lucius went out every night to get rid of those traitors, after one incident, where a demon almost broke into their bedroom to get rid of him and Sally as well I guess. The angel slowly started to lose all of the calm happiness and turned into a train wreck when it came to her emotions. Hell, she was alone with us children by night hoping nothing and nobody would break in, ending our lives for fun; as a game. Don't get me wrong! Angel's have weapons too! Mostly swords they can use to kill my kind, but Sally never had used hers'. She was afraid of hurting me or father by accident. In the end that would cost her, her pretty head. Literally.

Wilhelm and Strychnine were sharing the same bedroom, because of the latest event happening around the house. It had become to dangerous letting everyone sleep in single rooms, so Sally and Lucius decided to put the kids in the room beside their bedroom, to help them as soon as they could in case of  danger. “Wil? I's can't sleep...” the little voice interrupted the silence of the night: “May I's uhm...” - 'I don't mind hop in baby bro' the black-headed replied as he lifted his blanket for his little brother to join. He made the promise to take care of him and he loved doing it actually. How couldn't you by the look of that adorable face? For a three-year old he was already really smart, so he  knew as good as Wil, what was going on, and what could possibly happen to them. “You's think everything will be fine?” little Twitch sounded worried: “Will mommy be alright?” - 'Dad takes care of her so there is no doubt about that, I am sure!' the eight-year-old tried to calm him down, so both of them would get some sleep this night, when a loud noise suddenly echoed through the hallway. “What was that??” Strychnine pulled the blanket over his face, shivering. 'I don't know... stay here I will have a look.' Wilhelm was as stressed out as his little brother, but he didn't wanted to scare him even more. The little demon got up on his feet and opened the bedroom's door slowly peaking through it. He didn't had much demonic skills by now, but he already had the night vision which came in handy, when reading under his blanket by night. 'Mhmm...' entering the hallway caused a dull feeling in his stomach, like something was going as bad as it possibly could. '...What is this smell?' little Fink followed his nose to his parent's bedroom: 'Mom?' he pushed the already open door open to see inside revealing a nightmarish picture to the young demon. Inside was Sally leaning on the rooms wall, bleeding heavily from her stomach: °You's can't have them! Only over my's dead body!° she yelled into direction of one dark corner of the room, where a unfamiliar person stood, grinning dirtily. -Awww mother goose is scared? Hehe... well well nothing easier than this, since your fighting skills are non-existing and your oh so lovely man is occupied somewhere else with my minions.- the man had sharp claws and just as sharp teeth making his smile even more diabolic as his words. Fink backed away slowly and went back to his room, picking up Twitch he brought them into the wardrobe on the other side of the hallway. “I's don't want to be in he-” the demon interrupted him, shaking his head he gestured the little angel to be silent. ('You can hear me like this Strych?') being a supernatural species came with so many skills like telepathy, the two brother trained that as soon as Twitch could speak probably. They mostly used it to play hide and seek and playing tricks on their parents , but this time it was a good way to stay hidden from whoever he was.

(“I's can... what is happening?”) the curly haired boy clung to his older brother even tighter, hearing the banging sounds coming from his mother's bedroom. ('Dad will be here soon, I bet! He would never let someone hurt us li-') he was stopped by a loud bump hitting the door of the wardrobe. This smell... blood. Too much blood to be normal: °Don't... We's not hurtin' anybody please...° the voice of the angel sounded weak and so full of despair, knowing that she couldn't win against such a strong enemy. -Well you've got a pretty face and all... I don't blame him getting down on ya.- the voice of the stranger sounded almost cheerful. The man had taken grip around Sally's neck ready to snap her head of in just a second: -Maybe I will do that too before I take your last breath, how does that sound to you mother goose?- as soon as the sentence ended, there was a dragging noise into the direction of the children's bedroom. Wilhelm was just standing there pressing his hands on Strychnine's ears for the whole conversation, this time he couldn't overplay it. (“...A-are you's cryin'?”) some tears were dripping on the little one's head as the older one took a deep breath ('W-we stay in here dad will... he must...') where was he? He couldn't let this happen! Or could he? 

The house was covered in death silence for the rest of the night and the heavy smell of iron filled the hallway. Lucius nowhere to be seen...

This night our mother passed away, in a cruel and restless way... Sally did not deserve all this. We stayed in this fucking wardrobe for the whole night and Twitch was asking me over and over again, if everything would be fine and I told him father would come and safe us... This asshole can go rot somewhere worse than hell for leaving us alone this night. He came back somewhere around 10 in the morning, finding the angel in two pieces in our bedroom... I don't know who he was but he was one of the demon you would really call a monster. Next to my father of course. He started to slowly change as soon as Sally was underground and we were back home. For so many years he made us feel the pain he must have felt, but we were kids and not someone's punching bag! The angel knew why she told ME to take care of her son and not Lucius...

It was night again and as always the two brother's were alone in the big old house. 'We need to get you to the hospital, Twitch... c'mon!' the 13-year old tried to convince his smaller counterpart, who just had turned eight, to follow him downstairs to “fix” his father's birthday present: 'You can't heal yourself that well by now... please.' - “But I's... I-I's don't like that place Wil!” the little boy shook his head in dislike of his brother's idea: “Can't you's help me's with my arm?...” the emerald eyes grew bigger, hoping for an positive answer. The demon sight: 'I can only destroy, not heal. Only my own wounds baby bro.' - “B-But... mmmhm... fine.” The curly-headed boy followed grudged soon after and half an hour later they found themselves in the local emergency room. Not for the first time and not for the last. Twitch was holding his arm straight, shifting close to his brother's side, waiting for them to be called into one of the  consulting rooms: “I's will be fine?” - 'You will be. Don't worry.' - “If you's say so...” Fink smiled warmly at the little boy, trying to calm him. He wasn't the nice brother, not at all, except when it came to his little brother. Like a lion protecting his whelp. After a time that felt like hours they got to see a doctor; Twitch got a cast and Fink tried to make up a story again. This time he felt down the stairs. The two brother's were common visitor of the hospital by now, hell, they must have been really stupid not knowing WHAT was going on at there home with the little boy. “You's wanna write something on it?” the curly-headed boy wiggled his arm a little, trying to lighten the mood again. He was so lucky, not getting anything from his father but the face and the color of his eyes. Such an example for an angel. 'I will... uuuhm I will write bird brain on it yes?' - “Hey! That's not true!” the boy blew up his cheeks in disagreement: “I's not stupid, that's meaaaan...” - The young demon laughed: 'Just kidding! I am sorry I am nasty; that's my nature y'know?' - “You's ain't! At least not to me's.” - 'That's... true I think. You are the only thing that's important to me so'. They took the bus home, Twitch fell asleep, five minutes before they arrived at their stop: 'Don't you ever change yes?' the black-haired whispered picking his brother up to carry him into bed, without waking him up.

That story repeated so often, I stopped counting the times... At the point where I was 18 and Strych was 13, he sure had broken all his bones at least once. Luckily, he learned to heal himself pretty fast. At the same time, I planned leaving home to put an end to our father's torture. Even thought, I am creature that causes so much pain, I can't stand seeing my loved ones in pain. It makes me throw up, since it puts me back into the state I was in, while hiding in the wardrobe with Twitch as Sally was murdered... such a helpless state.

“But is there enough space for us?” Twitch was sitting on the edge of the couch in his purple, over sized hoodie, watching Fink getting his shit together: 'Yes there is. Just don't worry about all that, baby bro.' the demon smiled more stressed than warm this time. He just hoped for Lucius to stay out of the house all night again this time. 'Let's go now! My teleportation is still a bit bumpy but it's good enough to bring us two to our new home... come here and gimme a hug will ya?' the little boy nodded doing as his brother told him. He held on really tight, closing his eyes: “I's not going to puke after it right?” - 'Nope not at all... well maybe a little dunno haha!' with a cheeky smirk and without hesitation, Wilhelm let them both disappear into thin air to let them appear back in an cosy apartment. “You's lied to me's- urgh...” - 'Bathroom is the second door to the left there...' the curly-head ran off into said direction as soon as Fink had finished his sentence. The place was small but had many rooms, two small bedrooms, a kitchen, a bathroom and a living room. 

It wasn’t the best place to raise a child, but we both didn’t mind it. Everywhere is better than living with a man that holds a grudge against the world including his own children. Anyway. I could earn enough money by day with a shitty job at the supermarket- hell! I learned to hate people even more in this place!- and plenty of money from my demon job at night. Life was simple but it was good. Strych could be a child for a little bit at least… when I could keep him from asking questions about my nightlife. That was more than just not child friendly. He was still so curious about it that he ended up sneaking after me one night, even thought I told him not to do so several of times before…

Fink was getting ready for his “late shift” by putting on an all black outfit and a black and white stripped mask; this one he was really careful with since it was the only thing that hid his face from his “clients”: “I’s wanna come!” - ‘You cant… how many times have I told you that already Strych?’ the blonde head sticking through the door frame pouted in disappointment as the older one sighed and said the sentence like almost ever two or three days. It was just too dangerous and cruel for a little boy to join him. Hell- that job wasn’t one you could bring to class and talk about like a cop or firefighter would do. 'Please go to sleep… you’ve got school tomorrow.” a warm smile formed on the demons face as he leaded the boy back to his room, tucking him into his blanket with his plush animals: “I’s not tired at all…” Strych replied as a yawn followed his words, which made Fink grin amused: 'I see… It wont take long. Now- sleep tight little bean~’ putting a kiss on the blonde curls he got up to get his leather jacket and left the apartment to enter the dark night.

It didn’t take long for him to find the corrupted soul he had to send back to hell, after all he was a pure blood and much stronger and smarter than anyone with just a lousy pact. 'Any last wishes before I erase you from the surface of the planet? … not? Thought so!’ the devil short laughed as he held the mid-aged man against a brick wall by his throat with only one hand; he didn’t look like it at this point but he could take down grown up man without any trouble already now. With a smirk he lifted his tail showing the sharp end to the pale guy as he cut a straight line from his throat down to his belly, letting a waterfall of blood run down on the floor. Fink would never tell his little brother how good it felt to him, feeling fresh blood on his skin that wasn’t his own, one could compare it with a wolf finally starting to feed on a hunted deer. Pure satisfaction for one of his kind: 'The red is so pretty oh…’ a wide smirk formed on his face as he let the dead body slide to the ground to push his tail through it’s heart to let the corpses disappear into literal dust getting carried away by the wind.

Fink was covered in so much blood; and he loved it: 'That’s so goood~ but lets get rid of the mask now’ he chuckled and pulled it of to put it away into his jacket as he noticed a whimper behind his back, as he slowly turned around he immediately noticed the blonde short boy just standing there with tears running down his red cheeks: 'Strych?? what are you doing here? Please calm down it’s not what it looks like-’ before he could explain himself the little angel was already running of, down the dark sidewalks not really into a direction of something he knew. 'Shit!’ the black-haired started running after him, that wasn’t what he wanted his little brother to know about him; his cruel side; the side his father left him. 'Stop! Please! I am not evil towards you or anyone!’ Strych didn’t reply he just kept on running crying heavily because of the blood drenched scenery he found, which his brother had caused. “G-go away! Y-You’s the same monster as d-dad!” the little boy yelled from the top of his lungs which was loud enough to his his big brother like a straight shot into the guts. He wasn’t … it was his job! Or was it? Did he had the choice to quiet and live a normal life? There were so many doubts in his head now as he got slower and slower just looking blankly at his blonde counterpart.

“Leave me’s alone!” - 'I am … evil.’ the demon stared at his red hands and arms, trying to figure out the situation and what to do as he heard a dull sound like something had fallen. “Ow… my’s knees…” the angel had stumbled as he crossed the street making him fall and hurt his knees and cuttinghis pants open. 'Buddy I will hel- oh…’ the older brother bit his lips realizing that he had betrayed his only family really badly with not telling the truth: 'I am so sorry I can’t redo this and- FUCK GET UP!’ before he could really start his speech he noticed the lights of a truck coming down the street with way too much speed! And the little boy was still there not able to get up! Without hesitation the demon gained speed to push the little boy of the street onto the sidewalk: 'I am sorry!’ that were the last words before the truck hit Fink frontal, breaking his legs and one arm and pushed him on the edge of the street, just laying there unconscious: “Will! NO! Will!” Twitch crawled over to his brother shaking him to wake up but failed. The driver stopped about to yell and howl about the bump in his car but instead turned pale and called for an ambulance instead, which took both to their well know town’s hospital.

Fink woke up in a white room with plenty of needles stuck in his arm; including liquid and blood; and the mother of headaches but a warm feeling close to his side: 'W-what.. where..?’ he slowly opened his heavy eyelids before noticing the blonde head beside him in bed sleeping. A little smile formed on his face as he stroked the small back trying to get him to relax his hands and arms, but the only thing he got was a little groan: 'I am so sorry little bean… I-I am a bad big brother.’ the demon sobbed a little; trying not to start crying but his whole body was in pain still so he couldn’t help it but just let it flow down his face: “…I’s shouldn’t have said that… you’s Fink not Lucius… my big brother can’t be like him he is MY brother” the tiny voice suddenly returned with a cute little smile sweeter than all the candies in the world.

[teakoodrawz]

[ 💔 || Envy - Brothers Blood ] [ The Brothers have the same problem in their life with each other but the aspects are different. ]

[ Words - 1513 ]

[ Mark decided to visit his brother, Seren. Because his band has a gig in his town where he lives in an expensive house. It was one of Mark’s pet peeves that he’s still the favorite. Though he still decided to visit him at his house because he actually misses his brother and spending time with him. They always remember to contact him if they decides to see him because Seren doesn’t like surprises. The last time he had a terrible day in his old apartment that he was visited without letting him know. ]

[ Mark got out of the car and said to K_K he will text him to pick him up later and brought his guitar with him. walking towards the gate and clicking the doorbell. As he waited, he looked at the house which only has 2 floors but it looked like he’s the CEO of many companies. Seren says he works at a ‘department’. Mark just rolled his eyes because he never believed him. Plus Seren still lives alone and he has a house this modern and big? how luxurious that he must’ve been so proud of himself and Mark considers him a selfish person. he clicked the second time and the security camera scanned him ]

“ Oh hey! you’ve arrived! hold on, I'll open the gate for you. ” [ Mark sees his brother in a long coat, collar, pants and turtleneck shirt all black, running towards him and opens the gate ] “ Sorry if the travel was rough today, Mark. ” “ Nah. It was alright. It’s far to get here but we had fun in the car ride. ” “ I see. Anyway- come on in! I can make you a caramel latte if you want! “ [ Mark blinked- he shook his head refusing the offer ] “ no thank you! I’m all good! just here to see you… “ “ oh. alright! ”

[ The brothers walked on the yard to the entrance. Mark looked head to toe on his brother’s clothing. ] “ You looked like you went to a funeral. ” “ haha very funny..you said that the last time we've seen each other.. ” “ I’m just saying. I know black stuff is your thing. ” “ mhm. ”

[ Seren opens the door and there is a Grand piano in the corner, Electric and acoustic guitars, a large vase, Huge TV, Game consoles that they both used to have. Large comfortable sofa ,and large expensive paintings. Some materials for cats with tall scratching posts and shelves, a lot of flowers and plants both indoor and out, copy of family pictures and photo albums, vinyl records and large speakers, and his old collectibles. Mark assumes there’s more stuff in the house than the living room. something like Seren’s own gym and pool room. Mark still hasn't explored the whole house yet except the living room, kitchen and dining, bedroom, and bathroom ] “ psshh.. I was wondering when you will get yourself a maid. ” “ Oh shut up. ”

[ Mark walked further inside the house looking all up and down. He looked at the cat materials and asked ] “ do you have a lot of time for cats? ” “ I have…plenty recently. newborn kittens a week ago. they’re upstairs sleeping. I plan to adopt some more soon ” “ huh…cool. ”

[ some awkward silence spreads. Seren clicked his tongue to break it out ] “ You can sit down and talk if you want? ” “ mh. alrighty! ” [ he sat down on the sofa without hesitation that Seren was open to offer. Everytime Mark sat down on the sofa made him feel like he didn't want to get up ] “ So! Got a new TV at your place~? ” “ don’t flex. it’s not working. “ “ aw c’mon! I wasn’t! anyway..what do you want to do since you’re here? I got video games! ” “ I would like some alcohol please~? ” [ Mark knew Seren is allergic to it ] “ You’re doing this on purpose, do you? ” “ aah I’m just testing if you have any~ but I’d like to have some biscuits and orange juice if you have! ” “ hahaha alright. ”

[ - - - ]

[ Minutes passed of the brothers chatting together about what they used to do in their childhood together and talking about their favorite artists. Seren kept asking about what Mark had accomplished or anything he had done in his life to keep the time passed. Mark laughed sarcastically and drank his glass of orange juice. Seren is becoming repetitive as he only wants to hear about Mark’s daily life rather than his own which sounded suspicious. Truthfully, Mark does enjoy staying at his brother’s place for a while but it becomes annoying how much he avoids about his own secret daily living. ] “ Very funny brother. ” “ What are you talking about? ” “ You should not be afraid of talking about what you have accomplished! like c’mon! something THIS BIG can’t even be unnoticed! ” “ I..Well it’s a win win. I guess I just got lucky and I don’t have much to talk about. ”

“ oh yeah..lucky to be the favorite by the way. ” “ I heard that. ” “ Oh! sorry- but it’s true. ”

[ Seren didn’t have time to take in that feeling. Again, that’s just how Mark talks to him. He let out his breath ] “ I know I'm the favorite. I don’t even know how to make it stop. ” [ he let that out in honesty ]

[ Mark rubbed the glass and let himself finally open up his thoughts about his issue. He had this problem for so long even though they're both separated ] “ Speaking of favorites. I need to vent about it right now ” [ as a mature adult, feelings should be heard ] “ You already knew I envy you everyday about your accomplishments even if you don’t even talk about it. I tried to ignore it and be happy with what I already have. I have my bandmates, my girlfriend, my career, everything! and yet- You’re still mom’s favorite and everytime I visit her, she asks how you’ve been. ”

[ Seren just went silent about it until he spoke up. this conversation started to storm ] “ Mark..I’m sorry that I made you feel that way. We've already been through this. But I provided you guys with money and insurance for your needs so you guys have to buy things you want! ” “ Oh please! It just made me think you feel bad for us that we can’t even earn a penny! ” “ It’s what you think! But mom and dad are the ones who wanted me to provide for the family even when separated! ” “ Not with me that mom and dad think you can handle everything, and I can’t provide because I can’t be on the same level with you?? We’re twins and we’re supposed to be the same!! but no! You’re always on the top! ”

“ Mark, I want this argument to stop. not in my house. ”

[ Mark stood up and put the glass on the coffee table ] “ Oh, I'm sorry! I should never have spoken about this! But still that everytime I get to see mom and dad they ask how you were instead of me! Maybe one day they’ll congratulate you on your next accomplishments more than I have! ” “ that’s…that’s enough- ” “ Was I always a weak brother to you that I can’t win on anything?! I envy you the most, Seren! Everyday I always think of what you will win the next day! Maybe you get to be the next CEO of a bank! ”

“ No!! “ [ Seren snapped and stood up ] “ I’m the one who envies you the most, Mark!! Ever since we were both kids you always get the appreciation with everyone outside of our family and I always have to endure all of the ghosting my entire life! You’re already a superstar DJ that even in the streets, everyone knows you! wasn’t that enough for you?!? ”

[ Mark couldn’t say anything back. He never saw his brother this upset ]

“ I’m not happy with what I have accomplished! I never do! I just kept trying and trying and trying again and again to find something to make me happy that could fill my empty heart! You already found your happiness but i didn’t!! I’m the one who should feel the envy because you got something so much more important that I could never have! I never had any friends in my entire life except Derek! but she’s gone because of me!! Everyone is always afraid of me!! ”

[ Again, Mark didn’t say anything. He felt his heart tighten that this was something different. Sure they argue alot but this was different. Seren wiped away his tears and took his breaths ] “ Mom and Dad just like me because of my accomplishments…all the things that I actually enjoy never make them proud so I just- did the things they only wanted so I can get their attention. I had no one else to like me. I never had any friends at all and I avoided thinking that you have dozens. ”

“ Seren. ” “ Just…Just go… ” “ I’m sorry brother..I… ” “ I said go!! GET OUTTA HERE!! ” [ he said it without thinking. Mark grabbed his guitar case and walked away. The assassin sat down pinching the brim of his nose, frustrated by his own feelings and guilt. He threw the glass and blames himself ]

[zillyart32]

Found in my drafts: a NYE QnA from 2018 going into 2019! A lot has changed about me since then, but a lot of this is important to me!

Q: First things first, did you have a good year? A:It was alright. Better than the last two, aside from those couple months I was in a DEEP depression hole.

Q: How old did you turn this year? A: Hhhhhhhhhh 19.

Q: Do you feel your age? A: Absolutely not, lemme be 15 again please, just don't send me back to highschool.

Q: Did your appearance change in anyway? A: Gained some weight, lost a good amount of it again, cut my hair.

Q: Post your favorite selfie. A: No.

Q: If you traveled, where did you go? A: Hahaha. HAHAHA! HAA HAA HAAAAAA!

Q: Which fashion trends did you love? A: Idgaf about trends

Q: Which fashion trends did you hate? A: Idgaf about trends

Q: What was your favorite article of clothing this year? Post a pic if possible? A: My fancy black coat!

Q: What song sums up this year for you? A: Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde by Clay Pedrini (If you look it up, there's a spesific version. It starts out with an evil laugh, an organ, and a scream, and Hyde's misspelled in the video but not the title)

Q: What album came out and has been on heavy rotation since then? A: Lol no.

Q: What was your favorite movie of the year? A: Not a movie person.

Q: Did an actor/actress catch your attention for the first time this year? A: Can't remember.

Q: Favorite new TV show? A: Craig of The Creek, I guess. It's not a hyperfixation, but it came out this year and I enjoyed it.

Q: Which new ship/fandom has taken over a lot of your time, attention, and tears? A:Eh.

Q: What food did you try for the first time? A: A salmon poke bowl. (Bought packaged from Aldi but it was delicious.)

Q: Did you make any big permanent changes this year? A: Everything in this universe is temporary.

Q: What was one nice thing you did for someone else? A: Drew a picture of a friend when he was having a bad day to bring a smile to his face.

Q: What was one nice thing you did for yourself? A: Haircut.

Q: Did you develop a new obsession? A: JEKYLL AND HYDE.

Did you vote? Unfortunately, I didn't register in time, BUT I'M ALL SET UP FOR 2020, BRING IT ON. (2023 note: I did end up voting! Yay!)

Q: Did you move? A: Still in this wet cardboard box of a house with literal mold n shit and sunlight coming in through holes in the roof, send help. (2023 note: I got the help O needed!)

Q: Did you get a job? A: No.

Q: Did you get a pet? A: Kitties had kittens! (2023 note: I miss my cats, Tails. I miss them so much.)

Q: Do you regret not doing anything? A: Too many things.

Q: Do you regret doing something? A: Leaving my tech where it could get broken.

Q: Have you done anything that scared you? A: Possible trigger warning for bugs/worms! So one time me and my irl bestie (not to be confused with my discord/tumblr bestie) were exloring a creek. Catching and releasing crayfish, finding neat things in the water, taking cool photos, all sorts of stuff. I manage to fish this black orb-like thing out of the water. It looked like it came off a tree or something, it was definitely plant based in origin. I open it up out of curiosity, and what do I find? It's FULL of little white wiggling things!! I couldn't tell if they were maggots or what, but I was TERRIFIED! I fucking DROPPED that thing IMMEDIATELY, and we both got out of there ASAP!

Q: Did anyone/thing make you so mad it stayed with you for days? A: If you had asked me that two years ago, boy would I have had a story for ya, but this year nah. I usually pretty much let a lot of things go quickly.

Q: Did you lose anyone close to you? A: TRIGGER WARNING FOR ANIMAL DEATH. There was a kitten. A poor little newborn kitten. They were only in this world for a few days, but I had grown to love them so much. They were having trouble for day 1, but I was rooting for 'em. Caring for 'em. Trying my best to help 'em grow up strong and healthy. They refused to drink their mama's milk, so me and my mum took turns feeding 'em with a bottle. Then, one day, they started choking on the milk. I was freaking out and blaming myself for possibly squeezing the bottle too hard. We tried our best to help the poor little one, but to no avail. The life left their body as I cradled 'em in my arms. Rest in peace, little Me-Mow. Please know that you were so very loved, and are still missed.

Q: Did you fall in love? A: Ha.

Q: Did you fall out of love? AHa!!

Q: Did you start a new relationship? A: Lotsa new friendships! Shoutout to the madsquad! (2023 note: I still love ya guys!!!)

Q: Did you go through a break up? A: I was still kinda dealing with breakup emotions in January and some of February but s'all good now.

Q: Did you have to cut ties to someone? A: Yep... kinda feel bad about it though... I'm worried about her... she was just a kid, but I just couldn't play therapist anymore. My advice was terrible and almost got her in big trouble. I'm so sorry.......

Q: Who was important to you this year but wasn’t important last year? A: New friendo Hatch. Sorry I don't really talk in the server as often but you are cool important friendo who deserves good things in life and may 2019 bring good things for you. (2023 note: We’re dating and our third anniversary is this month ((June))!!! I love it so much!)

Q: Who wasn’t as important to you this year as they were last year? A: Can't say...

Q: If you could have a do over on one thing you did, would you take it? A: Yeah. (2023 note: I forgor what I meant by this.)

Q: What was the best moment of the year for you? A: The BEST? I can't really say! But going to that haunted house this year was awesome! Also the early days of the Shivering Isles discord server had a lot of good moments!

Q: What was the worst? A: A lot of these types of moments involve my dad and I don't wanna go into detail. (2023 note: HIS ASS GOT KICKED OUTTA THE HOUSE LAST YEAR, VICTORYYYYY!!!!)

Q: Did anything happen that you were sure would change you as a person but it really didn’t? A: Not that I can think of.

Q: Did anything happen to you that you were sure wouldn’t change you as a person but it did? A: Going swimming with my irl bestie brought me out of my depressive episode and started me towards finding myself again.

Q: What are you most proud of accomplishing? A: Learning a lot about how to just enjoy myself without fear of negative opinions.

Q: What have you learned about yourself this year that you didn’t know in the years prior? A: I finally get why I haven't exactly been comfortable calling myself a female. Identifying that way has felt like a piece of clothing that doesn't exactly fit ya right but ya can/gotta deal with it. It's time to wear something that fits me better. I'm nonbinary.

Q: Did your opinion of anyone change for the better? A: Yes.

Q: Did your opinion of anyone change for worse? A: Oh, absolutely.

Q: If you make resolutions, did you complete them this year? A: Hahaha, not exactly.

Q: If you make resolutions, what will your resolutions be for the coming year? A: Make more art and be a better friend.

Q: If you could go on an adventure during the remaining days of the year, where would you go and what would you do? Who and what would you like to see? A: I would visit Australia, meet my online bestie finally, and kick off the new year with him right now if I could.

Q: What do you wish for others for the coming year? A: HAPPINESS AND COMFORT!!!!!!!

Q: What do you wish for yourself? A: Growth. (2023 note: You got your wish <3)

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A little fic for @jonsimsandcats and also inspired by some adorable art on discord! Featuring notes on kitten rearing, and of course some Jmart because it’s me.

Jon works at the Institute here, but a non-spooky version of it!

*

Martin is doing a final check on the fish tanks when he hears the bell above the front door jingle. He sighs; he knew he should have locked up first. Just his luck.

“This is your fault,” he tells the angelfish balefully. They don’t seem contrite, too busy nosing in the fine gravel for any food they’ve missed. Martin walks out to the front of the shop, preparing his best customer service smile to tell whoever’s come in at—he glances at his watch—three minutes past eight that they’re closed, and no, they can’t just wander around for a few minutes to look at the animals. Honestly, some people seem to think there’s no difference between a pet shop and an art gallery.

There’s a man standing at the front counter, looking around anxiously, a bundled up jumper clutched against his chest.

“Sorry, we’re—” Martin begins, and that’s as far as he gets before the man unleashes a frantic tirade.

“Please!” the man says, “I need your help, I-I’m not sure they’re breathing and they were out there for hours on their own, I know you’re not supposed to move them in case their mother comes back but I couldn’t just—just leave knowing they were still there, and all the vet offices nearby are closed, this was the only place I could think of!”

The man is wild eyed, almost panicked, and Martin lifts both hands in an appeasing gesture.

“Woah,” he says, “Uh, maybe start from the beginning again? Slowly?”

“Right, ah, sorry. Sorry. I spotted them this morning, under a bush just outside my work.” The man sets the bundle of jumper down on the counter, and unfolds it to reveal two tiny scraps of fur: one gray, one black. Kittens, Martin realizes, so small they can only be a week or so old; certainly not old enough to be without their mother.

“I left them alone, because I’ve heard that the mother usually comes back after a little while. A-and I meant to go and check on them again during the day, make sure.” The man sounds anguished now, his face miserable. “But I—I got caught up in work, forgot about it. It was only when I was leaving that I remembered. And they were still there, on their own. Barely moving. Please—is there anything we can do?”

Martin looks down at the tiny creatures in their nest of wool; he can just about see the shallow in-out of their breathing. All day outside alone, at their age, the odds aren’t great. But he’s met enough kittens to know that they’re shockingly resilient little sods, and he’s never given up on a so-called hopeless case before. He’s not about to start now.

“You did the right thing moving them,” he assures the man, moving to flip the sign on the door to CLOSED. “We need to get them warmed up and get some food into them. Body heat is the best thing for them right now—can you start warming them with your hands?”

“Oh—ah, yes,” says the man, turning to his bundle of jumper with a worried frown. Martin leaves him there while he rushes around the shop, grabbing kitten milk replacer and nursing bottles, and then into the back to heat two mugs of water in the microwave while he makes up the bottles. He pops them into the mugs to warm, and brings the whole lot out to the front. The man now has a kitten in each hand, and is holding them pressed carefully to his chest for additional warmth; his expression is still worried, but also desperately tender, and Martin feels a pang of something behind his ribs at the sight.

“One of them is moving,” the man says eagerly as Martin sets the bottles down. Martin can see the gray kitten wriggling weakly in the man’s grip, responding to the heat. Its sibling is still motionless, and Martin’s heart sinks a little.

“That’s great,” he says. “Hold onto her for another minute, and let me see if I can get her sister moving too.”

He holds out a hand, and the man almost reluctantly passes him the black kitten. Martin doesn’t try to notice that the man has lovely hands, with long, slim fingers, narrow wrist jutting out of his shirt sleeve, but, well, he notices a bit. He turns his attention to the kitten; he can’t make out the motion of its breathing anymore. He takes it in both hands and starts to massage it gently. It lies limp in his palms, head lolling, and Martin starts to feel despair crawling cold up his spine.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he murmurs, “You can do it.” The man is watching him anxiously, the gray kitten cradled against his chest, and Martin knows he can’t give up. He keeps rubbing the kitten’s small body, trying to will warmth and life back into the tiny, fragile form. At last, after what seems like an eternity, the kitten squirms in his hands and a faint, plaintive mew escapes it. An answering mew comes from the gray kitten, and Martin laughs, relief washing over him.

“Right, let’s see if we can get them to eat.”

After checking that they’re not too chilled to feed, Martin tests each of the kittens with a drop of formula on their tongue; thankfully they both seem able to swallow without difficulty. He shows the man how to feed the gray kitten, holding its body in a neutral position with the bottle tilted for a gentle flow. It doesn’t take long for the kittens to figure out the process, and Martin can feel the tug on the bottle as his kitten begins to suckle.

“Oh,” he hears softly from beside him, and turns to see the man gazing in delight at the gray kitten, whose tiny, unfurled ears are twitching as it sucks.

“She’s doing great,” Martin comments. “Good job.” The man gives him a tentative, pleased smile, and Martin still isn’t trying to notice but it’s a very nice smile. “I’m Martin, by the way.”

“Jonathan Sims—Jon,” says the man, and then gives a small, tense laugh. “God, I haven’t even apologized for storming in here while you were clearly trying to close up for the night.”

“That’s all right, I didn’t have any exciting plans tonight anyway. I’d much rather be spending time with these little beauties.”

Jon smiles again, more sure this time, and all right, maybe Martin deliberately notices the dimple in his right cheek. Just a bit.

Once the kittens are fed, Martin shows Jon how to stimulate them; both of them only pee a little—poor things are dehydrated—but it’s a good sign. They clean them up and tuck them back into the nest of Jon’s jumper, where they curl up into a small puddle of black and gray. Jon gives a sigh that’s somewhere between relieved and exhausted.

“Thank you,” he says. “I, ah, I think I forgot to say that as well. You know a lot about this.”

“I volunteer at a shelter, there are a lot of kittens. If you like, I can take them for tonight and bring them in tomorrow?”

“Ah,” says Jon. “Do you think that’s—I mean...I-I’m not sure I’d feel right, handing them off to someone else. Not that I think you’re not capable!” he rushes to add, and Martin finds himself smiling.

“No, I get it. You found them, you want to take care of them. I’ll warn you, though, it’s a big commitment. For the first couple of weeks you have to feed them every two hours, even during the night, and then it’s every three or four hours until they start weaning. It’s like having a newborn baby.”

“I don’t get much sleep generally,” says Jon. “At least this way I’ll have something to do while I’m up all night. And my work is—well, I’ll explain the situation.”

He looks set on it, brow furrowed with determination. Martin considers arguing more: that a shelter will be better equipped to care for the kittens, that there’s no guarantee they’ll survive in any case, that Jon doesn’t know what he’s signing up for. But the shelters are always crowded, and kittens this young have simple needs, and really, a dedicated foster parent—armed with the right knowledge—is probably the best thing for them.

“Right,” he says, “Let’s make sure these two are well wrapped up before you take them home.”

He scrounges a cardboard box from the back and they settle the kittens into it, still wrapped in Jon’s jumper along with a soft fleece blanket printed with cartoon fish. Martin gathers a couple of cartons of liquid formula and extra bottles to get them started, and shows Jon how to pierce the nipple so the flow isn’t too strong.

“It should be warmed to body temperature,” he explains, “But not directly in the microwave—put the bottles in heated water, like I did earlier. Do you have a hot water bottle?”

“Yes, I do,” says Jon, frowning intently as he listens. Martin nods.

“It’s better than a heating pad at this age, they’re less likely to get overheated. Don’t make it too hot—body temperature, again—and wrap it in a blanket so they’re not touching it directly.”

“Got it,” says Jon firmly, and Martin believes him. He bags up the formula and bottles and an extra pet blanket, and presses them into the hands of a startled Jon; the till is shut off for the night, but Martin can explain and pay for the items tomorrow.

“What’s your phone number?” he asks, and Jon looks even more startled.

“S-sorry?”

“Or your email. I’m going to send you some links—videos, a couple of good blogs that should be helpful.”

“Oh, ah, right. Of course.” Jon recites his number and Martin saves it under “Jon (Kittens).” He peeks into the box one last time before Jon scoops it up, and sees the kittens snuggled in the folds of the jumper, paws waving in little kitten dreams.

“Thank you again, Martin,” says Jon. “I honestly don’t know what I would have done without you tonight.” His tone is shy but genuine, and it sends warmth through Martin’s chest and up into his cheeks.

“Any time,” Martin says. “And feel free to text me if you need anything—if you have a question or...anything. Or call me if you like.” He’s aware he’s rambling a bit, but it’s not every day an attractive man says that he doesn’t know what he would have done without you, so he can hardly be blamed.

“I will,” says Jon solemnly.

*

He doesn’t text Martin any questions that night, but when Martin sends him the links to a youtube channel and three blog posts on kitten care, he replies:

Thank you :)

Martin spends most of the rest of the night wondering what that smiley face means.

*

He doesn’t necessarily expect to see Jon again, and certainly doesn’t expect to see him the very next day. But just before one o’clock in the afternoon the bell above the door jingles and there’s Jon, looking tired and more than a bit sheepish.

“I got all the way into work this morning before I realized I’d never paid for any of the things you gave me,” he says, reaching for his wallet.

“Those were gifts,” Martin tells him firmly. “Sort of a “welcome to foster parenthood” care basket?”

“No, I couldn’t let you—” Jon starts to protest, but Martin shakes his head emphatically.

“It’s no big deal, honestly. I get an employee discount anyway.”

“I...well, then I suppose I need to thank you yet again,” says Jon.

“It’s becoming a bit of a habit,” Martin jokes, grinning, and Jon smiles in return. He hesitates a moment before continuing:

“Maybe I could buy you lunch instead, then? To pay you back.”

“There’s no need, honestly,” says Martin, even as his brain berates him: What are you doing, idiot, he’s asking you to have lunch with him? Say yes!

“Please, I’d like to,” Jon says, and then gives a thoughtful frown. “Only if you want to, of course, don’t feel obligated—”

“I’m on lunch in five minutes,” Martin blurts out before he can overthink it.

“Great!” says Jon, sounding pleased. “If you have time, we could go by my office as well and visit the kittens. I just fed them before I came to see you.”

Before I came to see you, not before I came to pay you back, and Martin feels that warmth crawling up towards his cheeks again. Even if Jon’s intentions are purely friendly rather than...anything else, well, Martin could always use more friends.

“How were they last night?” he asks, and the smile that spreads across Jon’s face this time is pure delight.

��Oh I barely got an hour’s sleep,” he says, waving a hand. “And today they’re sitting under my desk reminding me every couple of hours that they need attention and that they are far more important than whatever I’m working on. They’re perfect.”

“Sounds like cat parenthood suits you,” Martin teases gently, and Jon laughs.

“I think it rather does.”

*

Lunch is...nice, and only slightly awkward in the “getting to know a new person” sort of way. Jon is serious, but also funny in an understated, acerbic way, and there’s a gentleness to him that wouldn’t be immediately apparent, if Martin hadn’t seen him cradling two tiny, fragile lives to his chest last night. He’s the kind of person Martin would like to know better, he thinks.

Afterwards they go to Jon’s workplace, which is extremely academic with a brass nameplate by the door and everything, and down to the basement office where Jon works; Martin doesn’t really know what archiving entails, but it looks like mostly a bloody great pile of paperwork. Jon’s two colleagues give Martin friendly and extremely curious glances as they pass; Jon pointedly ignores them in favor of directing Martin to his desk and the cardboard box sitting beneath it.

When Martin glances inside, the two kittens are curled up in the folds of the fish-print blanket, lying against the shape of what he assumes is the hot water bottle. Their bellies already look rounder than they were last night, thanks to regular feeding, and their limbs twitch as they sleep.

“I’ll take them to the vet for a check up after work,” Jon murmurs quietly, gazing down at them with a soft expression. Martin recognizes that look of adoration, and he knows this pair won’t be going to a shelter or anywhere else; they’ve found their home with Jon.

“They’re lucky you found them,” he says, and Jon smiles self-consciously.

“I think I’m the one who was lucky,” he says.

They spend a bit more time with the kittens, and then Martin realizes that it’s about time he got back to work if he doesn’t want to get in trouble. He excuses himself, waving goodbye to Jon’s still curious colleagues, and Jon walks him out to the grand front entrance of the building.

“Thanks again for lunch,” he says. “And—you have my number, right? The offer is open, if you need anything, just text me.”

“I will,” says Jon. “And, ah, let me know if you’d like to come and see the kittens again. Any day. Well, most days,” he corrects himself. “We could, ah, maybe have lunch again?”

“That sounds...really nice,” says Martin. Jon smiles, pleased, and Martin isn’t trying to notice the faint flush that spreads across his face, but it’s very cute anyway.

*

As he walks back to work, Martin’s phone vibrates with a text. It’s a picture of the kittens, curled up on top of each other, with the message:

Come back and see us soon!

Martin grins; the kittens, he thinks, weren’t the only ones lucky to be found last night.

[beautiful-songbird]

Snowy Cat Café

Pairing: Idol!Jimin x Teacher!OC

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: none

Summary: Jimin and Nubia go on a date to the cat café.

Nubia scooped the little cat up off the floor.  Jimin had brought her to a cat café today, and she was thrilled.  There were cats everywhere, and she loved it.  She didn’t often get to just relax because of how much she taught, so this was Heaven for her.  She glanced down as a fluffy paw was set against her thigh.  A kitten was climbing onto her lap.

“Jimin, look at this one!”

Jimin was standing between all the cats a few feet away from her.  He glanced down at the black kitten with white spots that was curled up in her lap now.  He smiled. 

“He’s pretty.”

“Isn’t he?  I should get a cat.”

“You like cats?”

Nubia nodded. 

“I like them too,” he laughed.  He crossed the room and squatted down in front of her and ran his hands over the kitten’s fur.

“This is really nice.  School has been insane lately.  Since the school year was ending, I was up working so late every night trying to get everything graded.”

“I’m glad you get a few days off right now.”

“Me too!  I was hoping to go hang out with Zelda sometime soon.  I haven’t gotten to see her much since Zoro was born.”

“Well, having a baby is a lot of work.  I haven’t seen Tae a lot either.”

“I’m sure they love it.  Zelda was so excited when she told us all that she was pregnant.”

Jimin smiled as another cat wandered over and sat itself in his lap. “What about you?  You want kids?”

Nubia nodded. “Definitely.  I love my nieces.  I’m sure you know that after meeting Kema and Lateefah, though.  I’d love to have kids of my own.” She giggled. “I wish I lived in Egypt still sometimes.  Kema is getting so big!  She was a newborn when I moved, and she’s seven now!  I haven’t gotten to meet either of Omar’s girls yet,” she frowned. “Zahra has said hi to me over video call a few times, but she’s never really met me.”

“You’ll get to meet her when we go in April, right?”

Nubia nodded again. “I can’t wait,” she admitted. “They’re all so adorable.  I’d bet they’re even cuter in person.”

The two of them sat in silence for a few moments as they pet the cats.

“Is there anything else you’d like to do today?” Jimin asked.

“I’d love to get some food.  Something savory.  My kids were bringing me sweets occasionally, and I haven’t had any time to cook or order takeout, so I’ve just been eating whatever I have around my apartment.  I want some real food!  The only time I’ve eaten anything good recently was the night I cooked dinner for Tae and Zelda.”

“We should cook together sometime.  The food you guys made last May was amazing.  Maybe we could try something like that again.”

“Yeah.  Not now though.”

Jimin laughed. “Of course not.  We could go get some bibimbap?”

“Oh my gosh, yes!  That sounds amazing.”

“Should we go, then?”

She glanced up at him. “Can we stay with the kittens for a little longer?  I have coffee to finish, anyways.”

He chuckled. “Sure.  Just don’t give the coffee to the cats, though.”

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The two of them wandered around town after they’d finished dinner.  It was snowing outside, so they had to stay close to each other for warmth.

“I can’t believe we met two years ago already,” Nubia laughed, pulling her scarf over her nose.

“Me neither.  It feels like we were in London just yesterday.”

“Doesn’t it?  I’ll be meeting my third class of students in about a month.  Isn’t that crazy?”

He nodded. “Jungkook’s getting married in the fall.  That seems surreal.”

“He’s been dating Astrid as long as I’ve known him, so I’m not too surprised.”

“Well, I met you before I met Astrid.”

“Really?” Nubia asked, shocked.

“Yeah.  I met her at Jin and Jasmine’s wedding, which was a month after we had the incident at the restaurant.”

“Wow.  Well, I’m flattered.”

The two of them walked on for a bit.  The streets of Seoul had less traffic than usual with how heavy the snow was coming down this evening.

“Do you ever get snow in Egypt?”

Nubia scoffed. “No!  I was shocked when I woke up at my aunt’s place one morning and the windows were white!  It was such an odd experience.  I like it, though.  It’s pretty.  And I’ve gotten used to the cold by now.”

“That’s good.  Korea’s not the warmest place out there.”

“It’s certainly warmer than London was most days!”

It wasn’t long before they were walking through a park, and Nubia glanced down at their feet as they left indents in the snow.

“We should take walks like this more often,” she smiled.

“Should we?”

“Yeah.  I enjoy being with you.  We don’t get to see each other a lot during the school year.”

“Well, maybe that could change.”

She glanced up at him and smiled. “What do you mean?”

He turned to her then and knelt down in front of her.  He pulled a ring box out of his pocket and popped it open. “Nubia, I want to spend the rest of my life with you.  Will you marry me?”

She grinned from ear to ear. “Yes!  I’ll marry you, Jimin.”

He smiled and pulled the ring out of the box, sliding it onto her finger.  It was a small emerald nestled onto a silver band.

“It’s stunning, Jimin.”

“You think so?  I saw it and thought it was something that would look great on you.”

She grinned and tugged him onto his feet. “I love you, Jimin.” Then she kissed him soundly on his lips.

This is part of the Dad!BTS series that can be found here

A/N: Happy friendshipiversary to wifey @jiminie-and-his-pinky-finger 😚

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[redux-iterum]

I know that cats in the clans probably have small litters, which helps with their bloodlines and gene pools being contained. But what happens if a queen has a particularly large litter? Like 5-6 kittens, would a majority of them be prohibited from having kits to keep the gene pool easier to remember/filter or how would the clan go about that!

No one is forced to not have kits, but with large families, they will be encouraged against it. Big families generally only have one or two members that want to have kits anyway, so it works out.

That said, usually nature itself takes care of that issue. It's pretty common for large litters to lose some of their littermates before they become apprentices (newborns are especially susceptible to death from all manner of things). Apprentices are not immortal either. Most often, if you have a litter of 4-6, maybe two or three of them will make it to warriorhood. Then it's a matter of which of those cats wants to have kits or not, and your problem is settled.