#been raising a kitty for the first time after only having a dog as a pet

[sunflower-enj0lras]

Enjolras was a charming man, capable of being terrible

Original under cut. I saw it last night and thougth "ha that sounds like how victor hugo describes enjolras"

[sturniololuvz]

“Why We Can’t Let a 4-Year-Old in Our Car Videos Again”

Sturniolo x 4year old sister

The Sturniolo triplets had done hundreds of car videos, but today’s was going to be very different.

For the first time ever, they were letting their four-year-old little sister, Y/N, join them in the car. She had been begging to be in a video, and after weeks of relentless puppy-dog eyes, they finally gave in.

Chris, however, was already regretting it.

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[CAMERA RECORDING]

Matt adjusted the camera on the dashboard, making sure it was angled perfectly. As always, he was in the driver’s seat, Chris was in the passenger seat, and Nick sat in the back.

Except this time, there was a tiny pink car seat next to Nick.

“Alright, what’s up, guys! Welcome back to the channel,” Matt said, starting the intro. “Today, we have a very special guest.”

Chris turned around in his seat, smirking at Y/N. “Everyone, meet our little sister, Y/N.”

Y/N waved excitedly, her pigtails bouncing. “Hiiiiii!!!”

Nick grinned. “Are you excited to be in the car with us today?”

Y/N nodded aggressively. “Yes! I wanna do all the funny jokes!”

Chris chuckled. “Alright, we’ll see what you got.”

Matt smirked. “Alright, first question for Y/N. Who’s your favorite brother?”

Y/N gasped, suddenly looking very stressed. She turned her head dramatically, looking at each of them.

“Uhhhh…”

Chris raised an eyebrow. “Better choose wisely.”

Nick added, “Yeah, you don’t wanna hurt anyone’s feelings.”

Y/N frowned in deep thought. Then, finally, she said, “I pick… mommy.”

The car erupted in laughter.

Chris facepalmed. “Wow. Betrayed in 4K.”

Matt shook his head. “Nah, that’s actually hilarious.”

Y/N giggled. “Okay, okay, ask me another one!”

Nick smirked. “Alright, Y/N. If you had one superpower, what would it be?”

Y/N clapped her hands together. “TO BE A KITTY.”

Chris snorted. “Why does every little kid wanna be a cat?”

Y/N shrugged. “Because then I don’t have to eat broccoli.”

Matt laughed. “She’s got a point.”

—

The video continued on, full of laughs and random jokes. Everything was going great until, inevitably, things took a turn.

Chris, being Chris, made a joke that was definitely not four-year-old appropriate.

Matt had just finished telling a funny story when Chris smirked. “Dude, that was so funny, I almost busted.”

Nick, immediately catching on, wheezed in the backseat. Matt grinned but tried to keep it together.

And then…

“Busted what?”

Silence.

Nick’s laughter cut off. Matt and Chris froze.

Chris turned slowly, only to see Y/N blinking at them with pure confusion.

Matt immediately coughed. “Uh—busted… uh…”

Chris looked panicked. “Like… busted a—um—a move! Like dancing.”

Nick, covering his mouth, tried so hard not to laugh.

Y/N’s eyes narrowed. “Then why didn’t you just say that?”

Chris stammered. “Uh—because—I—”

Y/N tilted her head. “What does ‘busted’ mean?”

Matt gripped the steering wheel. “Okay, new topic—”

But Y/N wasn’t letting it go.

“Nick, what does ‘busted’ mean?”

Nick immediately shook his head. “Nope. Don’t involve me.”

Y/N turned to Chris. “Chris?”

Chris gulped. “Uhhhhh…”

Y/N’s tiny legs kicked the air. “Why won’t you tell me?!”

Chris sighed dramatically. “Because you’re four! Y/N.”

Y/N pouted. “But I wanna knoooow.”

Matt smirked. “Y/N, some jokes are just for big kids.”

Y/N gasped. “So I’ll know when I’m a big kid?!”

Chris nodded. “Yup. When you’re older.”

Y/N thought about that for a second, then smiled. “Okay!”

Chris let out a breath. “Crisis averted.”

Nick leaned toward the camera. “This is why we don’t put a four-year-old in our videos.”

Chris turned around. “Y/N, say bye to the camera.”

Y/N waved excitedly. “BYE, EVERYBODY! I LOVE YOU!”

Chris shook his head, laughing. “Alright, cut the video before she asks another question we can’t answer.”

—

CUT.

[riiwrites]

bsd men taking care of a cat

“Hello! Can I req for some headcannons about how Akutagawa, Chuuya, Fyodor, Sigma and Ada Dazai would react when their roommate brought home a stray cat? (They would be such cute cat dad's 😭)”

a/n : ofc u can! sorry for the long wait :(

fandom : bungo stray dogs

includes : sigma, dazai, chuuya, akutagawa, fyodor

all dividers i use belong to @/cafekitsune !!

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SIGMA

• Sigma would just be minding his own business one day, doing something basic and essential like the laundry or cleaning while you were out shopping.

• He’d normally expect you to come in with a bag full of groceries and a big smile on your face, ready to tell him about what you had bought this time for him to try for dinner.

• What he didn’t expect however..was for you to not only do your basic chore of the day - but also bring in a fluffy little creature with its legs dangling as you hold it up in your arms.

• He’s a bit dazed for a second, eyes widening and his lips parted into a shocked 'o' shape as he tries to read what was going on in that head of yours.

• You both stand there for a few moments, the silence slowly turning awkward until you finally break it.

“Do you not like it?” You say with a pout. Sigma drops his washing cloth onto the table as he turns fully towards you.

“I mean..it’s a surprise.” He emphasises, a little chuckle escaping his lips at the end of his sentence. Your smile returns as you tilt your head to the safe, the little kitten coincidentally doing the same thing.

“Can we keep it, Sigma? Pleasepleasepleaseee..” You plead. He lets out a soft sigh at this, seeming unsure of what to do.

“Even if I had decided we could keep it, we don’t have the correct resources in order to properly care for it and we also don’t know what that poor things been through. It could carry all sorts of diseases!”

You gasp dramatically, cuddling the cat to your chest as you glare at your roommate from across the hall.

“Don’t say that to mittens..”

“You named it..?”

• After a while of your pouting and whining that lasted for about 10 minutes, he accepted the kitty with welcome arms.

• ..After it was given its shots and treatments.

• I believe Sigma is a fond cat lover when he gets used to having one around.

• He’ll bring it everywhere with him inside the house.

• He’d never let the cat outside unless it was in one of those cages..

• He’d get so worried if the cat were to leave home, even for a few hours!!

• He becomes so easily attached to the cat, it’s adorable.

“Y/N? Have you seen Mittens..?” Sigma appears at your side with a slightly worried expression, him fiddling with his fingers as he looks around anxiously.

You turn to him with a raised eyebrow, looking at his fidgety hands and then back at him. “I thought you had him with you?”

“I did..! I set him on your desk whilst I was working and the next minute I looked and then he vanished!”

He rakes his pale hands down his face, looking genuinely stressed for this little kitty you’ve both only had for a few weeks.

That was then, you heard the sound of a thud coming from upstairs. You both jump, Sigma having the worse effect of it since he was already on edge in the first place.

You both rush upstairs, Sigma behind you as you peak into your room ; nothing out of the ordinary, until Sigma taps your shoulder only for you to see Sigmas door a tad bit open as if someone had just slyly slipped through the crack.

You both peer into Sigmas room, only to be greeted with a sight that lights mostly Sigmas eyes up.

Mittens, splayed onto Sigmas king sized bed like a luxurious royal with a few knocked over picture frames that obviously had been caused by Mittens himself. But Sigma could only smile at the sight given the outcome that his- sorry, ‘our cat’ as he corrects, is safe.

“..I think you’ve grown an unhealthy attachment to this cat.” You say. Sigma only gives a mere shrug and a few embarrassed chuckles as he rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, not conforming nor denying that statement.

DAZAI

• I’m gonna be honest and say it - he’d be the one bringing the cat in..

• He’d see a homeless little kitty on the sidewalk and be like “Oh! you’re coming with me!”

• He’s like the classic stereotype of a cat lady who’s got thousands of cats living at her feet.

• So when he comes home with the white stray cat in his arms, you sigh.

“No.”

“What?! You haven’t even given me the chance to hear what I have to say!” He argues.

“I know what you’re going to say, Osamu, and it’s a no.”

“But..” He holds up the white fluff ball up to your face.

“He looks like Atsushi-kun..”

“…”

“Fine.”

“Yay!”

• At this point you believe the cat takes care of Dazai more than Dazai takes care of the cat.

• Brings the cat to work at the agency with him.

•Everyone loves the kitty, pouting and stroking his fur as he purrs. Everyone loves him! (Especially Kyokua and Kenji <33)

• Although Kunikida scolds him for it because of how the cat spilled coffee all over his files one time.

• He could only glare at the cat as he licks his paws and meows.

• “..I can always buy more..”

• Dazais definitely the type to play pranks on the cat

• Like, place cucumber next to it so the cat can absolutely shit itself and he’d post it everywhere cuz he thinks he’s funny (Chuuya dislikes every single one and calls it animal cruelty)

• The cat however, doesn’t find him funny.

• Ends up with scratches littered across his face and some down his neck by the time he’s out of his bedroom.

“What the hell..?”

“Don’t..ask..”

Which is why you’re now in this predicament, patching him up in your bedroom.

You place a plaster on his nose, patting it gently before sighing softly.

“You bully that cat too much..” You state.

“Nuh uh! He’s the one that brutally assaulted me, why are you taking his side?”

“Alright let’s not go say brutally here..” You huff out a laugh.

He sighs dramatically, before you both hear a freak coming from your door, noticing the cat pushing through the door and slowly making its way in. Dazai glares.

“No, oh no you don’t..” He gets up slowly, backing away.

“Oh my god stop acting like a child, sit the hell down!” You exclaim, grabbing his arm and dragging him to sit back down.

He huffs and sits down, crossing his arms and looking away.

“I have nothing to say to you!” He says to the cat.

“He doesn’t care.” You say monotone, rolling your eyes.

He glares only until the cat jumps on the bed, strutting over to Dazai and curling up in his lap, purring and nuzzling into him.

Silence fills the room only until it’s filled by Dazais sounds of high pitched noise and kissing sounds.

“Ooooh..I’m just so sorry! It was my fault wasn’t it..? Yes it was..It really was..”

You snort a laugh, chuckling as you smile at the sight, taking out your phone to take millions of pictures to send to the agency.

CHUUYA

• So we know he’s more of a dog person, but..

• Y’know the type of person to be so against the idea but then immediately love the animal like it’s their child?

• That’s him.

“Why are you giving me that face??” You ask with a pout.

“What is it with you and bringing goddamn fleabags back to our apartment?!”

You scoff at Chuuya’s complaint, rolling your eyes as you hold the definite disease filled cat to your chest.

“Don’t do that, you’ll get fucking ringworm!!”

“We don’t even know if he has it!”

“So it’s a he now?”

You nod instantly, seeming so sure. That’s when Chuuya sighs heavily, grabbing his car keys on the kitchen counter and swiftly brushing past you and to the door.

“Where are you going?” You ask with furrowed eyebrows.

“Where are we going ya mean..we’re getting that damn thing tested and you’re coming with.”

You smile, nodding, but then stop.

“..You’re not gonna put him down are you?”

He squints his eyes and gives you a dirty look, grabbing the door handle.

“The hell? I’m not a damn monster, come on..let’s go.”

• Turns out the cat didn’t have ringworm, the cat was just rather dirty and needed a wash up and a new home.

• Oh, and turns out she’s a girl!

“I could’ve sworn she was a boy..” You furrow your eyebrows, looking at the cat now resting peacefully in the cage Chuuya you had bought for it.

“I knew it was a girl.” Chuuya states matter a factly, keeping his eyes on the road. You give him a glare.

“Oh shut up, just because you want a dog.”

“Hey, I could buy a damn dog if I wanted to, but no, instead I have to put up with your ass bringing back unnecessary things like rats off the street!”

“It’s a cat..”

“Whatever.”

• Around a few weeks later, you come home and your nostrils are flooded with the mixed smell of tuna and cat food, your nose bunches up in disgust.

• You head towards the smell, the living room and your eyes widen in surprise at what you see.

• Chuuya, who was currently sitting on the floor pampering the cat, whilst she had the higher ground by sitting on a pillow which was placed on the glass table you both had recently purchased.

You stand there for a few moments, head tilting as you blink in surprise, then a little smile creeps up on your lips as you let out a snort.

Chuuya instantly turns to his side with an alarmed look, then seeing it was just you his expression softens and he rolls his eyes.

“Don’t look at me like that..” He says with an irritated tone as he looks back to the cat, now stroking her face with the back of his hand.

“I cannot believe I’m witnessing this right now..” You say to mostly yourself, covering your joyful expression with your hand to try and not irritate Chuuya even further, which of course fails due to your snickering.

“Get that stupid look off your face now.”

You roll your eyes playfully, rushing over to join him in pampering your cat.

“She’s grown on me.” He admits, a small smile placed on his face. You also smile, nudging him playfully.

“So you had to buy the entire pet store?” You ask, referring to the clearly high priced items he had purchased ranging from toys to beds and litter boxes.

“Shut your damn mouth..” He mutters, but you could’ve sworn you heard a chuckle escape past his lips just once.

AKUTAGAWA

• Akutagawa isn’t a cat person.

• Infact, he’s not an animal person.

• Not that he doesn’t like them, just that he’s rather..inexperienced when it comes to taking care of a cat.

• Like Sigmas reaction, he’d be confused and more irritated with the fact that the cat you chose had a resemblance to someone.

Akutagawa froze in place, looking at you with an expression of slight shock. There you stand, with a delicate little ball of fluff in your arms. You beckon for him to come closer with a smile on your face, he hesitates for a moment before approaching, hand covering his face but as he got up close, the neutral expression melts to one of annoyance and exasperation.

“Must you have picked that one out of all of them..?” He questions, his arms crossed with a look of disgust placed on his face.

You smirk, holding up the bicoloured kitty in your arms and shoving it in Akutagawas face, with which he instantly turns the other way. You laugh.

“..You did this on purpose didn’t you..?” He questions again. You could only snicker as he lets out an exasperated sigh.

• At first, he lets you handle the kitty, almost like he’s afraid to touch it.

• Stands atleast a few feet away from you whenever it’s with you.

“Are you..allergic..?”

*cough cough* “Yes.”

• He infact, was not.

• However, you don’t let him escape this easily.

• One day, you decide to leave the kitten on his bed whilst he was still sleeping as you leave in the early hours to run your own “errands”.

• It’s safe to say, he wakes up with a fright.

• He let’s out an annoyed groan as he reads the note on his desk.

• “Spend some time with your son! Have to run errands, buhbye~ (￣▽￣)”

• He calls you.

“Hello?”

“You idiot, why would you do this?!” He exclaims.

“Uhh, why would I as a decent human being have to go run errands and keep our home life cozy?” You ‘cluelessly’ ask, biting back a smirk although he can hear it evidently in your voice through the phone.

“No because I know you don’t have any plans to run any ‘errands’ any time soon, what do you take me for some damn fool..?”

“Oh lighten up, Ryū! You never know, it might be fun!” You reassure him, pausing for a moment.

“..But seriously, I really do need you to spend time with him because I read somewhere cats can become depressed if you neglect them for so long, do you want our cat to be depressed, Ryū?!”

“…”

“Don’t answer that..just- haveagood time okaybyeee!!”

“Wait- Y/N!!”

• He ends up awkwardly staring at the cat for a while, before actually getting up and putting in atleast some effort.

• He has to google ‘How to take care of cats’ on your computer and even going out to the library to try and find some books on them.

• A few hours later you stand outside the front door, taking a deep breath as to prepare yourself for the wrath you’re about to receive when you walk through that door.

• But instead, you hear a cough from behind you and a quiet voice speaking.

“Ah, Y/N, you’re home.”

You turn around and your eyes widen.

Akutagawa, had the kitty attached to a leash. You stare, absolutely dumbfounded and shocked. Akutagawa looks at you with a confused expression.

“..Why are you looking at me like that..?”

You shake your head as you put your fingers on each side of your temple, rubbing furiously.

“Okay okay, pause..what are you doing with our cat?” You ask. He looks at you and blinks before responding, looking down at the kitten.

“Oh, well..I read that some animals, especially cats prefer to be outdoors than indoors, so I bought a leash and took him for a walk.”

You stare at him, trying to process his words.

“You..took the cat..for a walk..?”

“..Yes.”

“The cat..for a walk.” You say again, trying to get it through his head.

“..Yes.”

There’s a ring of silence for a few moments, before Akutagawa breaks it.

“What else was I supposed to do?”

“Cats are more preferred to go out on their own, not tied to a leash.” You explain.

“..Oh..is that why some people were given me strange looks whilst I was walking doing the street with him?” He asks.

“I suppose.”

He looks down at the cat, nodding slowly.

“Just..” You start, opening the door for you guys with a slight smile. “Come in, I’ll help you with untying him.”

He nods again, picking up the kitten gently and you notice that’s the first time you’ve ever witnessed him getting as close to touching him. Your smile grows.

He brushes past you as you open the door for him, he stops just as he enters and turns to you, hesitating to ask something, but then he does.

“Did I..do good..?”

Your smile grows once more, before carefully placing your hand on his head, which he flinches slightly, but doesn’t stop you.

“You did great, Ryu.”

FYODOR

• Fyodors not too fussed on having a pet.

• Although he believes some could be a distraction to his work and plans, he wouldn’t mind them all much.

• But, would probably not pay much attention to them..

• That is until, you put one in his lap.

“My my..” He starts, looking up at you and looking down at the little black cat placed on his lap, now pawing at his desk. “What have we here?”

“A gift, and one more problem for you to deal with!” You say with such happiness in your tone of voice, he had almost chuckled.

“Funny, truly.” He says with a slight smile. “But I won’t be putting up with such.”

You raise an eyebrow in confusion. “Huh?”

“I won’t care for it.” He says, referring to the cat. You gasp, furrowing your eyebrows as you glare.

“You’re joking?”

“Have I ever?”

You cross your arms, scoffing at him.

“I bought this just for you, you know? How ungrateful!”

“But, I didn’t ask you to buy this for me, did I?” He says with a smirk, your expression was baffled as you scoff again, slapping your hand over your heart.

“I’m hurt you know.”

He looks at you once more before turning back to his work, ignoring the cat who was still trying to paw at his desk.

You had a sour look on your face all day until the same night as you were walking to your room, you couldn’t help but hear a jingle of bells coming from Fyodors room? Curiosity grew in your bones as you slowly approached his room, peeking through the crack of the door.

There he was, jingling a little bell in-front of the same cat he had ‘claimed’ he was going to ignore with a slight smile on his face, actually seemingly enjoying the cats company as it leaps up with its paws to try and catch the bell.

You couldn’t help but pout as your heart melts at the scene, scrambling in your pocket to find your phone to capture this moment.

However, curiosity did infact kill the cat (you) when you open the photo app and look up, you notice Fyodor gone, and not only that, but he was now behind the door, poking his head around and looking down at your phone.

You jolt up, throwing your phone and covering your mouth with your hand, he smirks. You only glare.

• Soon after that, you had your phone privileges revoked and kept from by Fyodor.

• And surprisingly enough, pays attention to the cat more than you now.

• Always jingling some sort of key or bell infront of its face

• Always having it on his lap.

• At this point you believe he’s just doing it to annoy you.

• But in all honesty, you found it sweet.

• Fyodor had bought the cat an outfit, one that matched his, the hat and all.

“Y/N, come have a look at this.” He says, hand motioning you to come forward. You nod, standing up from your place on the couch and approaching him. You think he’s just going to show you his layout for his current scheme, but no.

It’s the black cat hearing a little shrunken sized version of Fyodors hat and coat and you melt once again.

“Ooohhh..Fyodor you have to give me my phone back so I can take photos please!!”

“Fine.” He says almost instantly, which you find odd at first but quickly brush it off.

You open your phone and open your camera and take lots of photos of the kitty, then going on the photos and scrolling through them until you see some you had never taken before..Fyodor had taken them. You smirk.

“So much for not caring for it huh?”

He merely shrugs, typing on his computer.

“He’s my new sidekick, you’ve been replaced.”

You furrow your eyebrows as you kick his leg.

“I pay the bills, stupid.” You retort, glaring.

“I cook, ‘stupid’” Fyodor shoots back.

The only noise that can be heard is his typing on his computer and you snarl, looking him up and down with daggers as the kitten meows, nuzzling it’s cheek against Fyodors cold hand.

“Yes, i know malen'kiy kotenok (little kitty), they are rather annoying are they not?” He says to the cat, you narrow your eyes.

“Ew.”

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@/riiwrites - reblogs are greatly appreciated ❤︎︎

[twisted-wonderland-shenanigans]

Okay, either the scientist knew she was preggo or they just thought she was going through hormonal changes or whatever, there is NO WAY CROWLEY DOESNT KNOW THE HUMAN IS PREGGO.

Also, how much should I bet that Cater is just going to keep the whole world updated with every single DETAIL.

Oh, Lilia is going to have a FIELD DAY WHEN THE BABY IS BORN, same for Trein, he’s probably going to love it.

Referring to this fic snippet here:

Okay, to be fair, I forgot to mention that the events take place shortly after Yuu's arrival. Probably between chapter 2 and 3 given the timeline we have, which puts it at about...two, three weeks after the prologue and shortly after Riddle and Leona overblot.

As for the scientists/researchers, while logically speaking they would immediately jump at the chance to come to the island to start their studies, they first had to make sure these pictures circulating on Cater’s Magicam posts were legit first. Once it is established through a video or two that was posted, that's when they reach out to Crowley to make the arrangements!

And they actually arrive a week after the pregnancy announcement, so you can bet that they are very eager to get some studying done as quick as possible! 😂

As for the staff not realizing that fem!Yuu is pregnant, they are aware of what a pregnant monster's scent is like for sure. But because there hadn't been a human in centuries, even if Crowley was old enough to have been around humans, it's not like he remembers the scent off the top of his head! The staff would all essentially be like those confused cats and dogs trying to figure out what this strange bump is and why their human smells funny before instinctively feeling protective.

Can you just imagine Crowley building a nest for Yuu without realizing just *why* he was doing it in the first place? Or the blank stare he'd give the moment someone asked him like, "...why am I doing this??" and it only becomes clear shortly after the announcement, in which he tries to pretend he knew all along 😂

I'm also reminded of this one post where OP's cat had had multiple litters in the past and was so excited when OP got pregnant that the kitty kept trying to show her to the nest she made for OP's "kitten", and it was the sweetest thing I'd ever read 🥹

Anyway, you can bet your bottom madol that Cater will absolutely be keeping EVERYONE updated on Magicam throughout the whole process, and he is getting flooded with baby picture requests 🤣 It's also sweet how mothers come across the posts and try to offer advice that they'd learned on raising their kids, which is nice, though not all of the advice would really be practical based on species 😅 But at least they're sweet enough to offer that and words of encouragement! I can even see some inviting Yuu to a mother's support group meeting ;;v;;

You can also bet that Yuu will be receiving a lot of baby shower gifts and such from Cater’s followers. At least they don't have to worry about needing to buy diapers for a while! 🤣

Ooooooh yes, Lilia is going to be ecstatic to be able to hold and care for a baby again! He will offer to help watch over the little one (hadn't decided on a gender or name yet for the new baby) so Yuu can take a break, though don't worry about him trying to feed the baby his cooking. He learned and knows that milk is important for the baby, so he makes sure to have the bottles readily available even at Diasomnia~ (though Silver and the others make sure to keep an eye on him when it comes to feeding time just to be on the safe side)

Trein has already raised two daughters, and while he may not be interested in raising another, that's not to say he won't wind up spoiling the little human baby like any grandparent would! He'll also offer a shoulder for fem!Yuu to lean on and reassure her that she's doing a great job as a mother ;;v;;

[imaginethezeldaverse]

The Champions (New & Old) meet your pet cat 🐱

My drabble-ish headcanons for the champs, new and old (with the addition of Tulin obvs) meeting your feline friend for the first time. ...Because we deserved kitties being BOTW/TOTK.

Revali is immediately on guard. The only creature he has to compare it to is a Lynel given the shape of its nose and pointed teeth. However, seeing how incredibly small it is in comparison does bring him some ease. You hold up your cat under its front paws to try and show Revali that he's relatively harmless, but the Rito turns his beak up a bit with a wary glare. It takes quite some time before Revali is used to your pet, but he eventually warms up to him. Even makes a toy out of a few of his molted feathers for your kitty.

Daruk has to compartmentalize that a cat is NOT the same thing as a dog, and thankfully when he sees your kitty cat, it becomes very clear that those two animals aren't even close in stature. This relaxes the Goron champion, who instead becomes intrigued by this "tiny lion". He waves his fingers over your pet's head, a gesture that your kitty finds playful and sits up right to try and catch the oversized digits. Daruk is immediately enamored by how small and lively it is that he dubs it his new buddy. Many times after that you will find your cat curled up in Daruk's arm - the latter of which couldn't stop it from climbing his back and housing itself there and he didn't have the heart to put him down after.

Mipha is about as curious as your kitty is when they meet one another. Your cat takes a few sniffs of her hand to try and identify her to which she giggles softly, finding it's little nose and whiskers adorable. She tucks her fingers under your pet's chin and gently scratches, mentioning that your kitty reminds her of the catfish her father used to raise when she was little. Though in your head you think of how vastly different catfish are from actual cats, you shrug and watch on fondly as your cat takes to Mipha fairly quickly. But it's Mipha and you honestly don't think there HASN'T been a person or creature that didn't love her anyway.

You were unsure how Urbosa would react to your pet cat, and it showed with how nervous you were to introduce the two to each other. However, Urbosa leaned over to inspect the fuzzy creature in your arms, only for a small paw press gently on her nose. The calm, cool nature of the Gerudo Chief was immediately broken, her emerald eyes softening at the tiny, meowing thing. Her nails scratch at its head and your cat purrs, eyes closing in complete delight from the attention. Urbosa feels her heart beat with a maternal thrum, suddenly feeling very protective of your pet. She looks up from petting it and warns you that if anything were to happen to him she would strike the perpetrator down with the biggest bolt of lightning she can summon.

The father & son duo of Teba and Tulin weren't exactly sure what to think. This tiny furry creature wasn't a being of flight like they were, and it required you to take care of it almost like a child - but clearly you two were not of the same kin. Teba has seen dogs before at the stables, but your feline friend was definitely not that. Upon meowing, Tulin immediately perked up, commenting on how cute that sound it made was. You held up your kitty and made its paw wave at your friends - Tulin taking its beaned hand for a little handshake. Teba on the other hand can't help but chuckle to himself, never thinking he'd find anything other than his son when he was a hatchling so cute.

Yunobo is immediately in love with your kitty cat! He's a very gentle soul himself, and all sort of animals have miraculously flocked to him in some way: birds, dogs, squirrels, etc. So seeing your pet, he wants to make friends with it right away. Because his stature might spook your little baby, he takes to kneeling, lending out his hand for your cat to take his scent in. Without missing a beat, his hand is instantly rubbed upon and before you know it, Yunobo is holding him in his arms the way one would hold a baby. You're almost dumbfounded at how swiftly your cat takes to him. But the Goron just gives you the sweetest of smiles, commenting on how relieved he is that your pet likes him.

Sidon has a bit of trouble getting along with your cat at first. His ludicrously tall build and pointed shark teeth intimidate your kitty in a way that makes him scared of the Zora royalty. This bruises Sidon's poor heart, he really does want to get to know your feline companion! It takes a little warming up (and a bit of fish treats from your finned friend), but eventually your cat does allow him petting rights. Delighted as ever, Sidon revels in the purring noises your cat lets out, comparing him to a tiny motor. You laugh at the childish wonder in Sidon's eyes as he waves his arm above your cat's head - the tiny paws swiping at the blue and yellow tinged forearm fin playfully.

Riju is ENAMORED with your adorable little cat! She's seen strays in the past in her diplomatic travels throughout Hyrule, but she's never had the opportunity to actually play with and pet one. The small mews and rascally nature of your cat has the Gerudo chief squealing with delight. So much so it draws the attention of some of her warriors who, despite their strong demeanors, cannot help but coo at the creature. To your unfortunate expense, the whole ordeal earns you an annoyed stare from Patricia - and you're mildly worried because you weren't aware that sand seals could glare...but she sure does.

[erzivy]

I really love your posts!! So here’s another headcanon prompt for you: what would the counselors’ backgrounds/childhoods be like?

The game doesn’t really give us backstory information for the characters so I would like to see someone else’s thoughts!

thank u so much!! <3

kaitlyn

- only daughter of 5 kids, 2 older and 3 younger brothers - her mother is a Chinese immigrant and her father is Korean, raised in the US kaitlyn was often overlooked as a child because her mother only wanted boys- she became close with her father and he's the reason she's so handy. her brothers are sporty and scholarly but she was mediocre in both but excelled in mechanics

jacob

- youngest of 3 biological brothers, 1 older stepbrother - his parents are divorced and he was never close with his bio mom as a kid jacob's father struggled financially being a single dad to 3 boys, but when he was 12, his father started dating a very kind woman who, along with her son mike, integrated seamlessly into their family

nick

- has one older sister, non-biological - he's half white Australian and half Māori, but he was adopted by Italian parents who were also born and raised in Australia nick was raised extremely catholic. he's extremely close to his sister- she's the biological daughter of his adoptive parents- and she's always been someone he can rely on. they moved out together about a year pre-game and they're helping each other process leaving the catholic church

abi

- oldest of three sisters - her parents are still together "for the girls" but it's honestly making things worse abi was raised by crunchy granola parents- that is to say, she was raised organic and free-range. the only thing that remains from this is that she's a vegetarian. her mother nearly fainted when she came home with a tattoo because "the ink could get into her blood and poison her with carcinogens"

emma

- only child - lovey-dovey dads who cherry picked a surrogate mother so they could have the perfect beautiful daughter emma was a spoiled child, this shouldn't come as a surprise- but there's a reason she was so spoiled. she was an extremely talented child, doing a lot of theater activities from around the time she was 6, and her dads have always been her biggest cheerleaders (and drama enthusiasts). her dads met while one was in school in France- mr. mountebank is a French immigrant!

ryan

- oldest of two, sarah is 6 years younger than him - considers his grandparents his mom and dad ryan's father died in an accident when he was 10 and his mother only stops by occasionally to butter him and sarah up on birthdays, so he's only truly felt parental love from his grandparents. they've always encouraged him in everything he does, even if they don't understand. sarah is having a difficult time with her teenage years considering the familial breaks but ryan does his best to make sure she always knows he's there

dylan

-only child - sperm donor baby it's always been just dylan and his mom! they're extremely close and do nearly everything together. she was there with him when he got his first tattoo and when he came out as gay to her she was incredibly supportive. his cat (an important family member) was just a kitten when dylan found him crying in a bush while walking to school. dylan proceeded to ditch school to take care of the kitty and now he's named after a well loved physics concept and in a happy family

laura

- oldest sister to a pair of boy-girl twins 5 years younger than her - happy southern parents laura was raised on a farm in south carolina where her family fostered rescue dogs, and it's where she developed a passion for animals. her mother is a businesswoman and her father is a charming, progressive southern man

max

- somewhere on the younger half of 8 siblings. he's 1 of 9 - fundamental southern baptist parents max's childhood was... interesting. he was mostly raised by his older sisters and was very easily overlooked due to his age and meekness. he moved out of his family home at 18 when his parents tried really hard to marry him off to a girl from another large family and he wasn't having it. he met laura while volunteering at a local animal shelter as he was trying to find his purpose

oof. this is quite a post

@hedwig123 - i got your ask, but didn't answer it because i thought it tied in nicely with this one! i hope you don't mind :)

[leandra-kinard]

I may or may not have 'stolen' a cat

I am currently on holiday in Egypt and there are many, many cats at the hotel resort - just as every year. It's always a little sad to leave and not know if you'll ever see them again; there's a good chance you won't, because especially the female cats here constantly have babies because the hotels don't really care to work together with rescue organizations, sadly (there's also a lot of outdated mentality here about this simply being 'nature' and viewing sterilization as an affront against it. It's something the rescue orgs are bemoaning and hoping to raise more awareness and educate people on this matter, but it's still a long way to go). There's only so many pregnancies - and on top of it territorial fights, other dangers and infections - a cat can take. They are well-fed here, they do look healthy, but they are all incredibly young with a very low life expectancy.

This year was a little different than the previous ones. This cute little baby girl - approximately 4 months old - simply attached herself to me from day one. She was always waiting in front of my bungalow whenever I came or left; she even figured out how to crawl up to my balcony and visit me that way. Naturally, I got just as attached to her as she to me.

I spent a good portion of my vacation not lying on the beach and relaxing, or scuba diving, but talking to many people, doing research, trying to figure out a way to take her home - to no avail. The EU requirements to get animals from Egypt to an EU country are extremely strict, mainly because of fear of rabies (which, in this case, isn't even in any way elevated; in the cities and especially among dogs, yes, but not at the beach resorts). So there was sadly no way to get her home to Germany right away.

After I spent last night with her and just sobbed my eyes out at the thought of leaving her here, I decided in the morning to go the official route and the lengthy process of having her properly prepared and documented to fly to Germany in 4 months. I snuck her out of the hotel and took her to a shelter where they'll take care of everything and keep her safe until I can either find a tourist who's here at the right time and willing to take her (and I already have a few offers), or fly down here myself to come get her.

I already have 4 cats and this is going to be an additional financial strain, but I can afford it. I've never felt such sheer and utter love for another cat so quickly (except of course my own ones when I adopted them, but that process was completely different every time).

She doesn't have a final name yet. I've been calling her Kitty, and it kinda fits, but I'll see if that's the last choice.

I can't wait to finally welcome my baby girl (who will then be almost grown up) at home.

Keep your fingers crossed for me that everything goes well (the vaccinations, sterilization, and most importantly that the blood test will confirm that she's rabies free and the vaccine took hold on first attempt; there's apparently a 10% fail rate which means waiting some more until the test can be repeated), and that she'll arrive at her forever home safe and sound.

[flurrys-creativity]

12.19am

Pairing: Park Seonghwa (Ateez) x GN!Reader; Genre: Established Relationship AU, Fluff, Boxer AU; Rating: sfw, PG-15; Warnings: mentions of bruises and cuts, underground fights, some banter; Wordcount: 699

Summary: For the first time you joined Seonghwa during a fight night.

The first time Seonghwa had showed up with bruises and cuts all over his face and body you had been incredibly worried and nearly lost it when he collapsed on your bed.

You still didn’t approve of him attending the underground fight club and you made that abundantly clear whenever he showed up at your place after a fight night. By now you refused to use normal band-aids on his cuts. Instead you had bought those labelled for kids with cute little drawings on them.

At first Seonghwa had whined about them, though his protests fell on deaf ears. Especially because they had no resolve behind them. You had an inkling he actually liked getting those cute little band-aids but he’d never admit that out loud - at least not in front of the other guys.

The cute and adorable side of Seonghwa was reserved for your eyes and ears only, ignoring the fact he did slip up every now and then with his friends.

You rarely saw the other - darker - side of Seonghwa. Only hints of it when he was with you, notable through narrowed eyes or a clenched jaw. These were fleeting moments though, never long lasting. At least not when he was with you.

Tonight you watched him fight for the first time. It took a lot of convincing on your side for Seonghwa to take you with him but in the end he couldn’t say no to you.

You watched him in the makeshift ring, warming up by jumping ropes, while he looked at you with the brightest and most excited smile you’ve ever seen. 

That smile vanished the second he looked away from you. The fight was about to start and Seonghwa prepared himself, silently assessing his opponent.

You sat on the edge of your seat, following the fight with baited breath. Everything around you vanished into white noise as your attention solely focused on your boyfriend fighting. You were entranced by his light movements, as if he danced around the other guy, teasing him to make a move.

The second the bell rang you exhaled loudly, smiling when Seonghwa walked over to you. He still sported that dark expression and you would have felt scared if he hadn’t knelt down in front of you, hugging you around your middle.

You patted his head before you asked him to straighten again so you could patch him up. At first you tended to his knuckles so Seonghwa could bandage them up again for his next fight. You then cleaned a cut on his cheek, kissing it softly before you pulled band-aids out of your bag. “I got you Hello Kitty ones tonight”, you giggled and pulled a bright pink band-aid out of the box. 

Seonghwa stopped his movements and watched you, fondness spreading throughout his whole body. He couldn’t care less about the band-aids but seeing the joy in your eyes combined with your adorable laugh made them worth it in every way.

Both of you got interrupted by obnoxious gagging sounds. “If yah wanna play house, scurry outta here! There’s no room for a pussy like yah!” Boisterous laughter followed the statement of Seonghwa’s next opponent, who high fived several men standing around him.

You bit on your lower lip and furrowed your brows, rethinking your choice of band-aids for tonight. Maybe you should have kept this between the both of you.

Seonghwa shortly cupped your cheek and stared into your eyes, silently telling you not to worry. He then stood up to his full height, towering over the other men with ease. Seonghwa scoffed and looked down his nose, raising his hand to his lips and fastening the bandages over his knuckles with his teeth. “Wanna say that again?” He asked mockingly, lowering his head so he stared menacingly at his opponent through his bangs, “let’s see who tugs their tail between their legs at the end and runs home like a lap dog.”

To say Seonghwa obliterated this guy in the following fight was an understatement. None of his opponents stood a chance afterwards. Seonghwa knocked them out one after another. 

All while sporting the Hello Kitty band-aid on his cheek with pride.

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Taglist: @xavi-in-kpopland​ @songsoomin​ 

[hislittleraincloud]

Sigh.

I had to explain why Afterburn hasn't been finished yet, so I'll repeat part of how I responded to this really awesome (I mean that...I love all my fans 😭) fan, but here with harsher lang because I have hate for this fucking bitch who hasn't even given me a "Thank you" for anything and has just fucking ghosted me after she got out the last time:

1. The Junkie Neighbor and The Cat. Her fucking going in and out of rehab fucked up my creative process because I had to take care of the cat and her apartment every night for long stretches at a time. I've posted pics of kitty, and will post the last one I think I'll ever take with him (😭😭😭😭😭 I raised him from a kitten) under the cut. This bitch was supposed to be my friend, but she has fucking...problems with herself and her personality disorder. I have zero idea why she hasn't responded and I don't even know where the fuck she is. So if she's reading (I think she knows of this blog), the YOU'RE FUCKING WELCOME, BITCH. And what you're doing right now is fucked up.

2. My 17yo dog is on his last legs. I've written how he's had seizures, but I haven't written how his barking after a seizure can get me a noise complaint from my shitty building manager, so that shit makes me anxious. I hand feed him, I help him get water the same way Peter Griffin helped Old Brian in that cutaway:

I wrap my boy's pills in gummies, not PB and beef 💀

LOL Except I don't have to push his tongue into the water like that. And I have to do it every...day...when he's awake. This is a disruption in my creative process too, because I REALLY wanted to pass out around 4PM today to be able to map and write all night but couldn't because he just would not settle. Dogs with dementia are like people with dementia, but less propensity towards violence when you try to help them (at least my old dogs are...they're small dogs and don't have any teeth left).

I didn't even mention my own health problems, in my explanation about how Afterburn's creation got messed. I've got Stage 4 CKD (kidney disease) and only 1 working kidney (lost the other to cancer in 2016). My kidney issues began when I was in France in 1986 and they failed on me because I ended up having HSP (and the strange nature of HSP and the possibility of certain vaccinations bringing on HSP in a few people has left me practically defenseless against COVID). Another HSP flare up would literally kill me (because there would likely be kidney involvement, and since I only have one left...the first time was Hell on Earth, I was pissing and shitting blood — stool is black when that happens...and my urine was bright red — and my parents thought I was gonna die), but I've been masking since January 2020 and have no intention of unmasking.

Having one kidney leaves me utterly exhausted to do any simple thing, so most of my energy goes to taking care of my boy/my girls. I'm on BP meds, PTSD meds, and pain meds (for chronic pain; I suffered through childhood arthritis that just ended up continuing into my adulthood), and when the Big Pharma pain meds don't work, I use cannabis. I don't really talk about or complain about it as explicitly as I am now bc it's tiring to explain over and over again why I'm a useless sack of 💩. I worked a "normal job" until I couldn't anymore; I am physically disabled.

Besides my seniors, the one other bright spot in my life is the baby. I have an Ask that wants more pics of her (I got it shortly after I posted her "Lookit me, I'm Jenna Ortega 🤓🤓🤓" glasses pic LOL), and I was going to do a whole post on her but I'll just slip a pic or two under the cut with the others.

I'll stop yapping and do that. Dogs under the cut.

This is my life now:

And before anyone gets on me about "HE NEEDS WET FOOD!", he gets wet food, but he likes his dry food. I try to spray it with water for a bit of moisture, but if I spray it too much, he won't eat it.

The orange on his face is pasta sauce (he likes licking cans...and he gets what he wants).🫠 It's sometimes hard to clean. He is always wearing pajamas (he has 6 different ones) and his elephant hoodie (he's got 3 of the same, so I can switch them out). Weird story but...one time several years ago I got him a simple elephant costume (the hood had the trunk, the body was thin jersey material but it also had 4 plush legs and a tail 🤣) and he LOVED it so much that he basically wore it out. He would get sad when it wasn't on him and excited when I would hold it up after it dried/after washing. He's fkn weird, okay? So I looked online to see if I could find another one but instead found the elephant hoodie. It doesn't have legs or a tail, but it has the trunk and it's soft and he likes it as well. Having him clothed really helps when I need to hoist him up onto the couch or help him drink. He doesn't have loose skin and even if he did, I wouldn't want to grab onto skin. It's my job to make him as comfortable as possible, not to hurt him.

Now this little (17yo as well) old lady here:

I inherited her from a nasty (racist) old bat who died right before the pandemic. Bat had CKD as well, but she went into kidney failure at some point after she wouldn't listen to me about fixing her diet (she had uncontrolled diabetes too...her blood sugar was over 400 at one point when I was visiting her at her physical rehab with the dog 😨).

She is blind, but even before she went blind, she was freaky about being handled when she didn't used to be. She can't walk outside because she gets disoriented, so she uses the pee pad set up I have for the seniors. I do love her like my own, as she is my own now (my last screenplay actually features a dog just like her). She was part of the same dog group as my boy in the rescue that I worked at...my other boy from the same rescue passed in 2021 and devastated me. His passing led me to find this little baby here:

She only wears jammies when it's cold in here.

I had never gotten a puppy before, but I was in a really dark place when my other boy died. I was seriously contemplating taking myself out too (God knows I have enough drugs here to do so). But I channeled my grief into cleaning up this place and finding another pomchi/chion (we were never sure what he was, but I think he might've been part Papillon because of his ears/fur/tail)...and I found one, albeit chocolate instead of white. I've had her since she was 8 weeks and a day, and thank the gods that she's the sweetest and pretty low maintenance. I raised her on Harry Potter 1 and 2 and Victoria Stilwell videos, and she somehow picked up what good behavior is vs. bad behavior from the Stilwell videos 😶. She used to howl at Harry Potter during the Neville scenes and the Quidditch matches (and the Mandrakes scene). I didn't want to raise her on Potter, but I chose it because it was kid's thing and as soon as I put it on her eyes were glued to the TV. She also likes Stranger Things and is okay with Wednesday. She's spoiled af, so she's got toys from all of those (she ate off the legs of her fave Harry Potter plush, adores her Eleven squeaky toy, and loves her Enid plush...yes, the Kid Robot one that came in a set with Wednesday and Bianca, the latter of which I kept for myself because it's fkn Bianca).

Anyway. That's what's up with me. I have no one here to help me anymore, so it's just me and the dogs. If I fkn die, no one will find my body for days unless one of the dogs starts barking, and the baby doesn't normally bark (she wheeks like a guinea pig). I will likely ask one of the ficwives if they would be willing to at least know my notes for Afterburn in case something does happen to me. They know the general trajectory of the story for Afterburn 2, so they already know what happens with Wenovan, but they don't know the details of the whole (the Goodmen, Joseph Crackstone & Goody, OG Nightshades (Morticia, Gomez, Larissa, Chancellor, Vincent, Mina (the Twins' mother), Francoise, Osamu (Yoko's father), the Petropoluses, and Grandmama Addams (the oldest living "local" Nightshade)) story. I've yet to decide on a few other Elder Nightshades, but I've got ideas. The Nightshades and Wednesday's power as one are a BIG focus of Afterburn 2, so maybe now you get my irritance at the fkn show deleting 2/3 of them.

My boy's sleeping now so I guess I ought to sleep too, otherwise he'll wake up when I'm about to sleep and THAT fucks me up even more.

ETA: Forgot the pic of the cat.

My buddy, Prince (the name he was given when he was born, so ✨I✨ kept it, but his weirdo mom named him "Tennessee Tuxedo"). Wow, Tennessee... I just now realized that.... To me he will always be Prince Ovaltine of Meowcatsia, a cat who adored playing tag with me. 💔💔💔💔💔

[calronhunt]

What is the actual story with the kitty cats :0 I’ve only seen you post about them recently so I’m super curious

this turned into a like. whole ass overview of almost everything rn so please excuse the fact that it's under a cut. it gets kinda long. the brain worms got me.

Okay so, it takes place after a Big War that started because The King (first cat below and "The King" is his name and the only thing he's referred to as) decided he wanted to conquer all of the cats and rule over all of them up until the ocean.

He had a Right Hand Man, Chamberlain AKA Lain (second cat above) who was basically his servant who would do anything for The King, no questions asked. This includes murder and anything. The King raised Lain but they do not consider each other family, The King cultivated a sort of "business" relationship with Lain very early on, where he was the boss and Lain was the subordinate. Due to this, Lain has a hard time making decisions for himself and often bends to authority because he's been told what to do/believe his whole life.

on the flipside, Mariner and Canary, shown respectfully below, were not like that at all. Mariner was a weird hermit who muses about the meaning of life all the time while living at The End of the World (which is the ocean for these cats) with his wife Canary (who uses he/she btw)

They were dragged into the war because of Canary's old group "The Flock" (ruled by the three cats below: crane, condor, and warbler) wanted her help in fighting off this threat. Wanting to support his wife and keep her safe. He let the flock use the beaches as a sort of base for them. During one of the battles, Lain killed Canary, which Mariner saw but wasn't able to stop it. Afterwards, Mariner helped the flock in any way he could as vengeance.

Long war story short, The Flock won, Condor killed the king, and Lain wasn't killed and was put in a dungeon. For Political Reasons, The Flock wants Lain alive. Crane wants to turn all of the ex king's empire cats into flock members, thinking that she can do right where The King Failed. She wants to use Lain's influence in the now scattered army to get them to trust her.

As well, because Mariner helped the flock so much during the war, Crane gave Mariner the new title of king to try to attract ex empire cats as well, keeping the status quo in tact. On top of that, he was given Lain as a personal servant/prisoner to do with as he wishes. And Mariner does sort of enjoy tormenting his wife's killer a bunch.

THAT'S BASICALLY WHERE EVERYONE IS AT THE START OF THE STORY SORRY FOR THE RAMBLE, deciding to start it after a big war that affected everyone terribly is a very fun decision, but it's gonna require a lot of flashbacks in the actual story to get the full scope and understanding of everything.

The story is very character focused too, It focuses primarily on Mariner and Lain's relationship. Lain is placed back into a role he's used to, being an obedient little dog, but this time with a guy he does not like a guy that does not like him. Mariner in turn, has to deal with his feelings on having his wife's killer at his fingertips and having the power to do basically anything to him. A big focus on the story is choice, and free will, as well as manipulation and abuse because of course.

Speedround of all the other characters rn

Grouse: Kind in the same boat as Lain, but he's Condor's bf/servant. Condor saved his ass during the war, and Grouse as "gratitude" became completely devoted to Condor. Unlike Lain tho, Grouse is delusion and thinks that he can leave his situation anytime he wants, and believes that Condor loves him (he doesn't. he just thinks it's fun to have a guy who will do whatever). Grouse and Lain are parallels to each other and butt heads a lot.

Scout: a bg character for most of act 1 but he gets more relevance in act 2. A very passive guy who is "mates" with crane (he technically never broke it off with her so he comes and goes. it's like an on and off again thing). Really chill, but it's very clear he always puts his wellbeing and safety first over others.

Wolf: entirely an act 2 bitch. She's an anarchist and hates leaders and being in any kind of large groups of cats. Simply avoided the conflict of the war and lives on her own. Her and Scout kind of have a thing whenever he's away from Crane. Very Territorial. Speaks with a heavy accent that's like. if you combined pirate and british.

[darkhymns-fic]

Being an angel is pretty inconvenient, huh? (Ch. 2)

Lloyd tries to recover from the trauma of his new wings' transformation. But, there was something more important he needed to do.

Fandom: Tales of Symphonia Characters/Pairing: Colette Brunel/Lloyd Irving Rating: T Word Count: 2292 Mirror Link: AO3 Notes: For Colloyd Week 2023, Day 2: Birthday Present. Very angsty! Warning for description of injuries ahead.

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Before all this, Lloyd had been trying to make Colette’s birthday present in secret.

It wasn’t easy to do so during their travels, not unless he stayed up late, making certain that Colette was already fast asleep. His ideas for her present would flit all over the place, changing every night. An animal figurine carved from wood, of one of the many dogs she had befriended on their first journey. Or a bracelet with precious gems inserted within the chain. It could match with the necklace she still wore, hidden beneath her dress to rub against the bands of her key crest.

But with the amount of pain he felt now, Lloyd doubted he could even pick up a whittling knife, let alone make anything.

“Lie still, okay?” he would hear Colette say at times, her touch pressing against the middle of his back. It hurt when she did so, despite how gentle she was. He would then fall beneath the dark waves to find some relief from the pain of his new wings.

These stupid, stupid things.

Lloyd had never really liked his wings in the first place. Always much wider than they needed to be, and when he flew with them, they could almost feel unwieldy, like giant broadswords that he tried to lug around. But it only made him use them more, made him want to get the hang of them. Once the pain of them had gone away, he had rushed headlong into using his wings. Even when Colette had warned him, he still used them for short bursts, for small moments in time. But he always overdid it, like now when he used so much of is mana to grab at the little struggling animal in the water.

Through the haze, he would try to see what his wings had become.

His wings could barely even be called that now, looking almost like skeletal remains. Most of the white feathers on them had fallen off their frame. He could see the jutting bones that stretched high, the sharp angles they made, like some kind of ruined canvas. He hoped that what he saw wasn’t real, that he was just dreaming.

Then he would wake up, and find himself in Colette’s arms, his back so, so heavy.

Around Colette and himself, he would see strips of gauze spread around them like bed sheets. Bits of feathers stuck onto her hands, his feathers, which no longer were of blue filament, but a solid white, dyed pink and gray from both his blood and the river. He felt her lay him carefully, so very carefully on his side so that his wings wouldn’t get in the way of his body.

“How long…” he started, and was already done. He barely had energy for much else.

“Just a few days,” Colette said, and he could hear in her voice that tinge of uneasiness. She was strong, but he could tell she was at her limit with this. “Are you hungry? We have a few gels if that’s all you can swallow.”

“So tired…” he said, then raised his head to her. “…of gels. Too sweet.” Colette always liked the sweeter ones the most.

“Then maybe soup? I made some for Blippy too, and he liked it.” She smiled, and it was like sunshine after a rainstorm. Still, his mind paused.

“Wait…Blippy?”

“Oh! That’s the name of the kitty.” Colette laughed a nervous laugh, the kind she did when she had revealed something she was sure was much too childish. “I thought it fit him.”

Lloyd tried to turn and find the shape of Blippy, and right there, by Colette’s knee, the animal looking up at him with soft and golden eyes.

“Heh…Blippy…cute…” And just like that, he passed out again, but easier this time. Not in a mess of feathers and blood, but with a tenderness around him, where the edge of promised pain was still a distance away now.

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He kept thinking about the time that passed. Had it been a few days? A week?

Maybe he still had time to make the present. Colette’s birthday was just after the start of spring, when the cloud patterns of the sky changed more frequently, when the flowers by his bedside would finally start to bloom after a dry winter.

All he had to do was heal faster. And wasn’t that an odd thing about angels that Kratos had mentioned before?

“Like Exspheres, Cruxis Crystals shape our mana to do things beyond what our bodies are normally capable of. They can make us stronger or faster. They can even make it easier for us to recover with the aid of healing artes.” He couldn’t remember when this was said—maybe when he had been staying at Dirk’s home. But the words floated to him in sleep, half-convinced Kratos was there by his side again along with Noishe, who always whined for the man’s pets.

“But with Cruxis Crystals, they help use the power of flight by forming wings, and we can stop our bodies’ biological clock to never age, or need sleep, or even need food. We can also heal most major wounds, for the most part, all on our own.” And here, there would be a small chuckle, and maybe Lloyd remembered that the most, because it was something Kratos rarely ever did. “So my wound from your blade must have been serious indeed.”

With his injuries, anyone else would have gone to find a healer, perhaps in one of the villages they had passed through. Lloyd couldn’t see it, but he knew how his back must have burst open to accommodate the new wings that were made of cartilage and bone instead of mana. How his shoulders must have shifted to adapt to it. How his tendons must have snapped.

But Colette said the only thing that would be left was scars, if even that.

“It’s our Exspheres, isn’t it?” Colette had murmured, as she once again shifted him to be more comfortable, hands just out of reach of his wings, in case any small touch would send him shivering. She had no idea how her words echoed another. “If we didn’t have these, then…”

Then he wouldn’t have had these wings in the first place.

Maybe this was the consequence of using his more and beyond what he should have done. Once, he had wanted to throw his Exsphere away, but someone precious had died for it. In the end, he just wanted to keep one part of his original family close, while another was so impossibly far away. It was pure selfishness.

No matter what, these wings were here to stay.

--

If Lloyd guessed right, they had camped at this spot for over a week by now. Down near the river where the kitten had almost drowned, by the smattering of trees where apples hung from their branches, where sometimes he saw Colette reach up for, doing the best she could without tripping in the attempt. Occasionally, there was sun, more felt than seen, heating up bare skin as Colette would help nurse any hurt away. It was hard to tell time, with the way he kept slipping in and out of consciousness like this.

Lloyd always left his projects until the last minute, no matter what it was. He had done sketches of Colette’s possible bracelet, had experimented with different animal poses in his whittling, to see what would stick. And now he could barely see straight, could barely even move his hands to grasp at anything at all. All that he felt pride in doing had everything to do with his hands, but the pain from his back spread throughout his body like poison, making his fingers stiffen, making his palms feel as if they were on fire.

He didn’t want Colette’s birthday to be full of worry and fear, to be full of work to heal his broken body and wings, to watch over him in this same spot in the wilderness, so far away from civilization. He had to heal faster, yet why did he feel he could barely move still, even now?

Every time his eyes opened, he could already feel them, weighing him down, loose feathers powdering the grass beneath him. And then he’d shut them again, more tired than he had ever felt in…forever. Eventually, the pain faded. Slightly, just slightly.

At one point, he heard a soft sound in the corner.

“Ah, Blippy! Not so loud, shh…” Lloyd shifted, blinking his eyes open, slow in every motion. Huh…Blippy?

Oh, that’s right. She had named the kitten. She was always so good with names…

He tried to see where it was, but all he saw at the edge of his vision was a wingtip, white and no longer stained. He focused on Colette then, as much as he could.

“How are you feeding him?” he asked, his voice feeling hoarse, scratching against his throat. The same way his wings scratched against the bone inside him. Stop, stop.

Colette, thankfully, was near him. She sidled even closer, pushing a lock of blonde hair over her ear. “We still have some of Noishe’s food in our packs. I guess we forgot to give it back to Dirk when we dropped him off at your house. But, Blippy seems to like it.”

Lloyd smiled, and it didn’t take as much effort to do so as he worried. Not like with every other part of his body. “Heh… that’s good thinking, Colette…”

The wind blew, making Lloyd shiver. It felt colder for some reason…

Lloyd looked down, realizing just then that he was shirtless. That made a lot more sense now. How long had he been that way?

He snuck a quick glance towards Colette, who just then looked nervous, here and there. “Hm?”

“Ah… I’m sorry, Lloyd. I’m really sorry!”

Her habit of apologies lifted Lloyd from out of the fatigue (and the guilt, and the frustration and so much else) he had been stuck in for too many days straight. Somehow, he got himself to sit up, though not without struggle, not without his legs feeling like they were on pins and needles. At least, maybe he had stopped bleeding now. “What is it? I don’t get why you’re saying sorry…”

Shouldn’t he be the one to say that instead?

Biting her lip, Colette reached over to the side and then, with all the guilt she carried in the entire world, brought out something red and neatly folded. It took Lloyd a moment to realize what it was.

“When…your wings changed, you still had on your jacket and shirt, so…” Her fingers brushed against the fabric with care, tracing the twin rips across the back of his red jacket. They were like gashes, as if someone had taken a knife and tore straight through it. “I don’t know how to mend clothes like Sheena… But, maybe Dirk can fix it later? When we go back… I’m sorry.”

Lloyd stared for just a bit longer. With her being near, he just couldn’t help himself, and laid his head on Colette’s shoulder, hair brushing against her cheek.

“Dork…you know I have a dozen of these, right?”

Yet he knew there was more to it than just the ruined jacket. Colette’s fingers ran across that fabric so tenderly. The last time she did that was when he had lent her one of his own.

“It’s not just that…” Colette said, still looking away. But her voice was near, soft and thrumming down his spine with warmth. “They were…so stuck to your wings, too. I tried so hard to remove them, but… I know it hurt. I know I was hurting you.” She clung the jacket closer, as if she was about to embrace it then. “Sometimes you screamed, and I didn’t know what to do. But I also couldn’t leave it like that on you…”

The wings on his back still felt so raw.

Lloyd’s hands could barely make any motion to move, wanting to hold her badly. So he left them where they were, half-folded on the ground. But he wished he had more strength to hug Colette close, to reach for her hands and feel her skin against his fingertips.

“I can barely remember that,” he admitted. “I wish I could, then I could have told you then that it was fine. I’m sorry I left you alone.”

Colette still looked down at the jacket. “Lloyd…”

He was getting sleepy again. He pressed his forehead against her cheek, trying his best to stay awake, but already failing. “I’ll make it up to you…for your birthday…I really will…”

Maybe a hairpin, with the engraving of a flower, since she hadn’t been allowed to wear those when she was a Chosen. It sounded nice to him, if he could just get his hands to work.

“Ah, it’s okay. Maybe next year?” Colette turned to him, smiling, one hand reaching to gently press a hand to his cheek. “Here, you shouldn’t fall, just in case.”

Lloyd vaguely shook his head. “No, we still have time…before your birthday next month…” Less weeks to go, but he could still finish something. All he had to do was make his hands move.

But he saw the expression pass Colette’s face—briefly, with a tinge of melancholy. She tried to smile it away, but he already guessed. The air felt warmer. The flowers that gathered at the base of nearby trees were in full bloom.

Oh, he thought just then. I missed it.

He fell asleep again, as his hands and back continued to ache, as his wings felt overwhelming above him.

He really did have the worst memory.

[loneisland]

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 — how would they react to getting a cat?

this issue contains gn! reader + mention of a scratch in sae’s part + cat haters

featuring michael kaiser, itoshi sae, itoshi rin

author’s note as a cat lover whose sole life project is to adopt 6 cats, i just had to imagine what it would be like to get cats with these three. Enjoy!

MICHAEL KAISER

(the type of guy that “hates cats” until he loves them)

When you first asked him about getting a pet, he said no because a dog would be too much to take care of since he’s a professional football player. Didn’t even consider the cat. But you did.

Arguments to plead your case included but were not limited to: cats are naturally independent and clean animals. They are relatively calm (he raised an eyebrow at that), and spend most of their time sleeping. You had one when you were a kid so you know how to take care of one!

Poor guy. Almost had an aneurysm. He was terrified and looked at you with all the incomprehension in the world

Told you they were selfish, vain and vicious animals who only care about you because you give them food. You almost slapped him in the face, and you both went to adopt the cat in compensation for the emotional damage he caused you. Was frowning the entire time during the adoption process.

UUUNTILL. You come out of your bedroom to get some water in the kitchen. You pass by the living room. You see kaiser on the couch. WITH THE CAT IN HIS LAP. You gasp, kaiser looks over at you in surprise, the cat scampers off, but it’s too late… you saw everything. Kaiser has been converted into a cat person.

Later that day, kaiser swears you to secrecy.

ITOSHI RIN

(the type of guy that really hates cats [most people would call that a psychopath])

You asked about getting a cat and it took him about a millisecond to deter you from getting a cat in your home.

For about 5 minutes. Because a few hours later you went to the adoption center to get a few pictures of cute little kitties in hopes that they would get to rin and he would eventually cave because, who wouldn’t? And he DIDN’T.

He looked at you. Looked back at the pictures, back at you, back to the pictures, his eyes devoid of any emotion. Does not understand what you’re trying to do. Does not care. There will be no cat in this household, and that’s the end of the story.

That is it. Desperate times call for desperate mesures. You sneak a cat in the house regardless. Maybe the real thing will make him realise just how cute kitties can be. After all, you can’t pet a picture, you can’t play with a picture, and you can’t see a picture move! This is it, you are going to convert him into a cat person.

Had you known this would turn your home into the Cold War, you wouldn’t have done it.

Not only does Rin not like the cat, the cat doesn’t like Rin either. Each look is a stare down show. Rin refuses to get into bed as long as the cat is on it. The cat refuses to lounge in his favorite spot if Rin happens to be near it. Rin begs you to return the cat, but, it’s not your fault if the cat doesn’t like him… he likes you just fine 🤷‍♀️

ITOSHI SAE

(the type of guy you thought hated cats but actually loves them)

You felt like you had prepared yourself your life for this. Today would be the day you would get sae to adopt a cat with you. You had everything planned: PowerPoint presentation, cat pictures, budget, and a meticulously prepared answer to any and every single question he might have. This was your D-Day. Nothing would get past you.

You had done a whole lot of research: why sae didn’t like cats (you figured it was mostly genetics, most of his family weren’t fond of cats), his experience with cats (he came home with a scratch on his hand one day, and claimed he “hated the lot of them”. Who is ‘them’, might you ask? Cats, of course!) and so on.

When you heard a set of keys jingle on the other side of the door, you knew this was your time to shine. You set up the laptop, hang the pictures, and take you seat

And so it starts: stats, projects, nothing does get past you, just as you intended.

However, there is one small thing that does bother you tiny little bit, and that makes you trail off on some of your points: your boyfriend is dead silent. His expression is like the void, there is nothing that could tell you if you convinced him or not.

And there it is, the one word sentence that you’ve been waiting for: “sure. I like cats.”

Your mouth hangs open. Sae is the only one who likes cats out of his entire family. The scratch he got on his hand was from a mouse who had almost gotten ran over. You had completely miscalculated his moves.

But at least he likes cats

this is for all my cats lovers!!! Cat lovers unite!!!!

comments and reblogs are most appreciated!

©loneisland 2024

[sadnesslaughs]

"You know how Holy Water is lethal to demons? Well, Hot Dog water does the same thing to angels."

(A response to a writing prompt)

“No, it doesn’t.” Valery groaned, shoving her body against the hotdog cart, sending the meat cylinders rolling in their tray, threating to bounce out.

“It does. I swear on your life,” Rex said, crossing his heart. The middle-aged hot dog seller trying to sell his meat to Valery, assuming the goth woman would enjoy his tale of angels dying to hotdogs. After all, he was selling at the hottest punk music festival around. Isn’t this what those scene people liked? He still couldn’t understand why they called themselves scene people. How did anyone expect to be seen when they all wore black at night?

Valery hissed. Hello kitty earrings swaying as she slammed her hands on the cart. “Don’t swear on my life.” She said, addressing the first issue, before moving onto the next. “How does a hot dog kill an angel?”

“Not the hotdog, the hotdog water.”

“Ok, how does the hotdog water kill an angel?”

“Technically, you could say it’s the hotdog that kills them, since the hotdog water is mixed with hotdog juices.” He murmured, tapping his lip in deep thought. “Guess you were right the first time. Anyway, it’s simple holy science. Angels like pure things, and the hotdog is the most impure creation in all of history.”

That got Valery interested, not expecting him to be this dedicated to the bit. “How is a hotdog so unpure?”

He took a cup of hotdog water, gargling it to clear his throat. He had been practicing this answer ever since last year. Using it to sell hotdogs to the heavy metal crowd at their last music festival. “OH RA HA HA HA! THE TWISTED FLESH OF MANY. FORMS TO CREATE A CONGREGATION OF FLESH. NO MEAT IS THE SAME, FORCED TOGETHER IN UNHOLY UNION, SQUISHED AND CRUSHED TO MENNNNNNNND.” He hissed, bobbing his head up and down as he got to the chorus. “Hotdogs…. Are unhoooooly… Created by fusing those that shouldn’t be. Flesh on flesh is a spite to god, which is why his angels can’t drink its juicesssssss.”

Valery watched the man gasp, out of breath after his song. He stared at her, waiting for a response. After pushing her gaping mouth shut, she spoke. “That was kind of badass. But, I still don’t believe your story. Like an angel not being able to withstand hotdog water. That sounds stupid.”

The man shrugged, still getting his breath back. “Don’t. Believe me. Then.” He said, having to force each word out. When the air returned to his lungs, he pointed to the tray of hotdogs. “I’m telling you, it’s the truth. They can’t handle my meat.” He grabbed a hotdog bun, presenting it to her. “Would you like one?”

“I’m not an angel, so I guess?” She didn’t really want one, especially after his song. If anything was going to turn her off eating, it was a song about how unholy hotdogs were. Still, she had gotten a free show out of him, so the least she could do was buy a single hot dog.

The man scooped the hotdog up with the bun, showering it in its usual toppings. When he finished preparing the hotdog, he handed it over, exchanging it for cash. “There you are, miss. Enjoy your emo music.”

“It’s punk, actually.” She hissed, before realizing the man had meant no harm when he said it. “Thanks though. See you around, unholy hotdog man.” She said, joining the crowd. Before the next customer could approach his stand, Rex got a tap on the shoulder, turning around to see a pale, angelic man standing behind him. He assumed the man had to be an angel, given he was the only one wearing white to this event, and his hair didn’t have even a splatter of dye in it.

“We need to talk about those hotdog rumors.” The man’s voice was light, almost dreamlike, given the way it sang through the air. The white robe he wore fluttering as he pulled Rex aside. “Will you stop telling people our secret?” The angel said, trying to raise its voice. No matter how hard it tried, though, it couldn’t raise it higher than a meek hiss.

Rex thought about it, looking the angel over, before stopping at their beautiful face. Perfect eyelashes, wavy blonde hair, it made him self conscious about his own lack of beauty. “Why? It’s not like people are trying to hunt angels.”

“Some people are! In the same way that some people go around hunting demons. Do you know how many robes I’ve had to get repaired because of hotdog related damages? And you can never get that smell out.” He whined.

“Isn’t it lethal?”

“Yes, in large quantities. A few squirt bottles of it aren’t enough to kill us. It’s not as potent as holy water. So, most of the time, all it does it leave a few burns and ruin my clothes. Look, what if we bless your stand to make it extra tasty?”

Rex thought about that before shaking his head. “Already got the best tasting hotdogs around.”

“That wouldn’t be hard. Your competition is a man that cleans them with his spit…. Ok, what do you want?”

He was a simple man, Rex, not having a need for much else. Though there was something that he had wanted for some time now. “I want your hair.”

“Pardon.”

“I want those blonde waves. My hairs so crap compared to yours.”

The angel tilted his head. “So, you want hair like mine?” He asked, giving his hair a small pat as he said it.

“No, I want yours. Give me your hair.”

The angel winced, not wanting to lose his precious waves, but it was for the greater good. “Fine. I can always go with another hairstyle when it grows back. Remember to condition and shampoo it, ok?” With a small uttering of holy words, Rex had wavy blonde hair. Hair that didn’t match his thick black beard, not that Rex cared. As long as his hair was fabulous, nothing else mattered.

The angel, now bald after granting the wish, pouted. “I guess I’ll wait for my hair to grow again. Remember, no telling anyone about the hotdog water. Ok?” He said, before the angel vanished in a ray of light.

“Woah, did that person like vanish? Or am I like totally that drunk?” A customer asked, using the hotdog cart for support. The mans tired eyes watching Rex, desperate for any form of food.

Rex grabbed his tongs, preparing another order. “You’re that drunk. Want a hotdog? It will keep aliens from abducting you.” He said, already having a new story planned.

[blueeyesspitfire]

Season's End

We’re easing into the off-season here at the Spitfire homestead. Temperatures have been steadily creeping above the “safe to run” mark, and with all the forecasted rain, we’re staying off the muddy trails.

We also had a few setbacks after “The Crappening” (see last post), which kept us from attending the last dryland event I had been considering.

Denali had another very brief bout of loose poops, which set me into panic mode, but no one else got sick and it went away almost immediately. Not long after that, Laika and Sagan got into a nasty brawl. They’re both OK, but Laika ended up with a sore leg. Her limp came and went multiple times and our vet diagnosed it as soft tissue damage that just needed extended rest to heal. As a final bit of stress, Hopper started vomiting his kibble last week. My vet gave us some anti-barf pills, which worked right away. She also ran bloodwork, which came back showing elevated liver values (ALT, specifically). After the GI upset and antibiotics, this doesn’t really surprise me, but we’re keeping a close eye on it. He’s behaving normally now, but we’ll redo his bloodwork at the pack’s annual exams later this month and go from there.

But anyway, the point of this post is to talk about what went well this season. Aside from all the medical stuff, we also had to cope with an underwhelming amount of winter this season. However! Given the challenges, I’m still really happy with what we were able to accomplish.

We raced in Canada! I’ve wanted to run the team outside of the country for years and obviously Canada is the easiest way to accomplish this. Since the US was devoid of snow and almost every race was canceled down here, to Canada we went! We ran at the Kearney Sled Dog Races and had a blast.

Not only did we race in Canada, we also got to participate in the Seguin Mail Run and mushed over a frozen lake. I’m choosing to highlight that memory, in particular, because it was definitely something I’ll never forget and can’t wait to do again.

I didn’t harness break any new pups this season, but Sheridan joined the team, which is just as exciting! He got to experience his first mushing event with Seguin, and was a magnificent handler for me and the dogs. I cannot wait until next season—he’ll be living here and a lot more ingrained in our adventures.

We’ve got a lot of big plans for this off-season. As mentioned, Sheridan is moving in, so we’ll be renovating the barn workshop into a cozy, livable space to (temporarily) house his two kitties. I’ve already had a window installed, so they’ll get some natural light and, eventually, access to a catio space. Our long-term goal is to build a guest cabin where they’ll live in the future, but for now, having an extra spot for cats/workout equipment/an art studio will do.

Along with the usual work of the veggie garden, I’m hoping to incubate some eggs and raise chicks this spring. This will ultimately result in needing a bigger chicken coop, which I’m hoping to have built this summer. The driveway is also a pot-hole disaster, so regrading that is on the To Do list.

Aside from the projects, I expect to go on many hikes and swims in the reservoir and enjoy the “reset” between our mushing seasons.

[jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka]

fith of december and i saw that its also your birthday so, i wish you a very happy birthday!!!!🎁🎂

What is your spirit animal? And what would other people say your spirit animal would be?

On the topic of animals, are you a pet person? Have you ever or do you currently own any pets?

What is your favorite trope to write or to read?

Do you have any tattoos or wish you did? If you do have tattoos, what are they? (and if you feel comfortable sharing, what is their meaning)

Have a great birthday, i hope you spent it surrounded with love💫💕

-Secret santa🎅🎄

Hi there! It is my birthday today and one of my lovely mutuals birthday is today as well so that’s been fun ☺️

I’m super excited about your questions today so I wanted to make sure I had the time to sit down and answer them properly

1. My spirit animal would have to be a cat because I only allow physical affection on my time and my husband actually says I’m like the cats all the time so I guess others would also say my spirit animal is a cat. That or a opossum because I’m always trying to catch one to make it my friend

2. I love animals! Currently I have my two cats, an old lady called Blair and my old gentleman Governor. We also have two silly dogs, a mini Aussie named Gizmo who often babysits for us and most recently my pug Pippin. Eventually I’d love to have a little farm waaaay out in the country with some chickens (hot girls have chickens), a llama, some goats, and some cows. Then we want to raise Aussies cause they really are the cuddliest wiggle-butt dogs

3. My favorite trope to read and write is fast burn physical affection paired with slow burn romantic realization aaaand I eat up any type of friends to lovers

4. I do have tattoos! 9 at the moment and *hopefully* one on the way soon. My first tattoo is a black and white cat in the shape of yin and yang for my kitties in the middle of my shoulders. The second is actually a best friends tattoo, it’s three separate pieces, triangles with the phrase “omne trium perfectum” which is Latin for everything in threes is perfect. My two besties have them on their sides and mine is between my boobs 🤭. The third one also comes with a story of a friend, I asked her after she moved to Rhode Island to go to art school to design me a tattoo without letting me know what it was and I flew there to get it but I got my wallet stolen so ended up having to get it back at home. It’s a cat skull on my ankle with my favorite flower daisies growing out its eyes. On my upper arms I have the magic tree from courage the cowardly dog (my fav cartoon), an element brick from the badass movie the fifth element, a red balloon that says “beep beep Richie” from It, and the quote “where there is love we must live on, where there is not love we must provide it” above my elbows. On my back I also have an airplane tramp stamp cause I’m a slut for planes baby! Lastly, my most recent addition is also Greta inspired, it’s a bow and arrow with the Sagittarius constellation behind it with “vengeance is a bow” across the top on my other ankle

So glad to hear from you again today 🫶

[from-a-reckless-writer]

iv. couch.

read on ao3

To Lena: r u busy??? U didnt answer my calls. Dinner later?

To Lena: my place.

To Lena: Or yours! Can totally go to urs. If u want.

To Lena: Lena????

To Lena: where are u??

To Lena: Answer my calls

To Lena: Pls?

Kara rounds the corner of her hallway, keys bitten, dangling from her lips, as she types with both hands. Her 67th text message of the day to an MIA Lena Luthor sent. She fails to notice the creature lurking around the front of her door; dark fur shining under the cheap LED lights of Kara’s corridor.

She’s still deeply absorbed in her phone with worry, in the middle of jamming her keys in with one hand, when something furry brushes against her legs and Kara yelps.

She pulls the knob clean out of the wood in shock, her phone dropping to the floor loudly, the cat doing a duet with her with a startled yowl of her own.

Heart hammering and adrenaline racing, Kara looks down and sees the cat for the first time.

“Oh! Oh!” she gasps, “I didn’t see you there, buddy. I’m sorry for startling you!! I didn’t mean it.”

The door knob clatters loudly to the ground as it falls out of her grasp. And Kara sheepishly feels guilty for the hole in her door. But the cat meows loudly, catching her attention, as if in response to her apology.

She crouches down low, and reaches out a hand to touch the furball. She snaps a quick pic, sends it to Lena and pockets her phone.

To Lena: KITTY!!

“Oh, oh come here,” she coos, “where’s your collar? How’d you get here huh?”

The cat reminds her of Streaky. The first stray who ever took to her kindly. Although upon closer inspection, Kara realizes this one has striking emeralds for eyes, Streaky’s eyes were a more softer blue.

The cat surprisingly seems friendly, immediately leaning into Kara’s touch. Nosing at the inside of Kara’s wrist and it’s such a familiar gesture but she can’t seem to remember why.

And...oh, a small rumbling echoes through Kara’s palm!

Oh, they’re purring!

Kara doesn’t know how long she stays there crouched low exactly, but eventually, she stands up, takes her hand away, and picks up the damaged doorknob.

“Well, time for you to go home now, buddy,” she tells them, giving their head one last pat before dusting off her hands on her jacket.

“Go on, shooo. Shoo. Go home. I’m sure your human is looking for you.”

But the cat remains unmoving. It looks like they’ve decided to sit firmly in front of Kara’s doorstep, casually licking a paw, as if waiting for Kara to open her door.

“Are you actually waiting for me to open my door?” Kara makes a mental note to thank Rao that none of her neighbors can see her trying to hold a proper conversation with a cat.

“Look, kitty,” she says firmly, “I’m not your human.”

The cat just blinks owlishly at her. Eyes too green, too intelligent and-

Kara makes up her mind.

She turns her face skywards, takes a deep breath (This will probably backfire, she already knows. But she's always had a soft spot for strays.) and then she pushes her door wide open.

The cat races inside, cutting through Kara’s legs and almost tripping her.

“Well, somebody’s excited,” Kara mutters under her breath, she watches the cat head for her living room couch; watches as they pause all of a sudden, changes course and jumps onto Kara’s coffee table instead.

Where the cat then proceeds to knock down everything in close vicinity, even the picture frame of her and Lena together.

“Hey! No! Bad kitty-”

But the cat is already hopping down from her pedestal, landing on the frame directly.

And then things get weird.

The cat proceeds to stomp all over it, meows loud, like really loud; insanely loud for a cat their size.

Her paw seems to be almost pointing? At the other person in the frame.

“I-” Kara seems taken aback by the bizarre behavior, sure she knows cats are vastly different from dogs, but this…

This is just weird.

The cat’s meowing only seems to get louder.

How you land yourselves in these situations, Kara. I really just don’t know, at this point. She can almost hear Alex say.

“What are you- Are you- are you pointing? That’s- That’s Lena, yeah. That’s my best friend.”

At that, the cat seems to vibrate. They start clawing at Kara’s pant leg, meowing and meowing and meowing—

And then it hits her.

"-but it turns out that she’s a witch. And apparently, so am I."

The green, green eyes.

A pink nose nuzzling against her wrist.

“Lena?”

******

“Oh, Rao! Lena you’re a cat! What happened?! Oh, no, baby what did you do?”

Lena-

Lena The Cat—and okay, so she’s still wrapping her head around that one—just stays silent. She’s sitting on her lap, looking regal than any cat has any right to be. A judgmental look in her eyes.

Lena’s a cat. Cat’s can’t speak. Can’t answer Kara’s questions.

“Right. Sorry. Only meow,” Kara murmurs, embarrassed. For some reason even in cat form Lena manages to be intimidating.

“Okay so, uh d-does that mean you still understand me? Two meows for yes. One meow for no.”

Kara gets two meows.

“Okay, cool, cool. Great. You can still understand me, that's good.” Kara runs a hand down her spine, “Gosh, your fur is just so soft.”

She hears Lena give a small growl, body tensing, “Right. Right. Sorry. Not the time for pets.” Kara retracts her hand away.

“Uhm, so next question then, I guess? D-did you become a cat this morning? Were you testing out your uhm...gift?”

Lena meows twice. Kara nods, clenching and unclenching her fist underneath her chin. Fingers itching to run themselves through Lena’s soft fur again. Lena seems to sense this, and nuzzles her face into Kara’s hand, bumps against her repeatedly.

“Really?” Kara double-checks, giddy. If she were human Kara bets Lena would be rolling her eyes like she always does when Kara does something particularly dorky, but she just pushes her head firmer against Kara’s hand and meows twice.

“So uhm,” she starts, cautiously, noting Lena’s increasing purr, “is there like a spellbook for this or something? Something that can help you transform back?

Lena meows yes.

“Is it in The Tower or back at your place?”

There are no responses.

“Sorry, sorry lemme rephrase, is it in The Tower?”

She gets two consecutive meows.

Okay, to The Tower it is.

******

“Are you going to tell me why you’re cradling a cat in your cape or??” Alex raises a brow at her, a hand on her hip, left foot tapping impatiently. Her sister was heading out for the day, it looks like. It was just tough luck that Supergirl landed one minute before the elevator took Alex.

Crap. Now they have to explain. They didn’t talk about this. Lena still hasn’t told her if it was okay to tell people about her gift.

“I-I rescued it,” Kara says.

Well, that isn’t so far from the truth, right? She stares at the bundle in her arms, Lena the traitor staying silent all the while—green eyes shining all innocent at Kara.

Alex’s stares intensifies.

“From a tree,” Kara flounders, and Lena The Cat has the audacity to yawn, squirm and jump away from her arms. She lands gracefully, tail swishing up in the air and heads straight for the lab.

Alex eyes the cat suspiciously before turning back to Kara. She jabs a finger to her chest. “It better not have any fleas. It better not touch my training mat.”

“She won’t.”

Alex just shakes her head, rolls her eyes, grabs her helmet and walks to the elevator.

Before she goes though, Alex says, “You know, this is gonna sound weird, but I swear I think I saw that same cat slinking out of The Tower earlier this morning.”

“Alex, she’s literally a black cat. There are hundreds of black cats in the city.”

“You're being weirdly defensive about this. Why are you being weird?”

“I’m not.”

Alex seems like she wants to say more, but the elevator dings, and she’s never been more grateful that Kelly makes Alex pick her up from work. Alex huffs out breath, before conceding and disappearing into the lift.

******

The camera flash is what gets Kara busted.

But is it really her fault if she walked in on a cute kitty, hunched over, meowing adorably, trying to flip over the pages of a thick spellbook, with her teeny-tiny bean paws?

Lena hisses at her, teeth-bared and fur puffy.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. But you were just really, really, really cute okay?” She walks closer to the desk, carefully lifts a hand and scratches Lena behind the ear.

The hissing slowly devolves into purring, and Kara grins triumphantly. Lena lets herself be picked up after a few moments, Kara leafing through the pages for her.

“So, found anything yet?” She asks, cradling Lena close to her chest. A warm weight on Kara’s arms, and as much as she wants to get her real Lena back, she also isn’t too eager on giving up this version anytime soon. Then again, Kara thinks, it would be impossible for her to give up any version of Lena Luthor.

“Spell? Charm? Anything? Do you need to make a potion? Are we gonna get to make a potion? Oh, oh do you need a wand? Do you have a wa-”

Kara’s words get muffled as two black paws press against her lips. Lena’s green eyes narrowing at her. She meows at Kara. Loudly.

“Mkay, mkay. Shut up. Got it.”

Lena removes her paws, and Kara makes a gesture of zipping her lips together. This seems to appease Lena enough because the next second, a pink tongue darts out and she...licks Kara's nose.

“Did you- did you just lick me?” Kara gasps out.

Lena doesn’t even acknowledge her with a meow, just turns away and jumps out of her arms again. Before Kara can do anything about it though, her phone rings.

The screen lighting up with Andrea’s name.

“Danvers, I’ve got a story for you.”

******

“Alex, please, I’ll be quick. I promise. I’ll only be three hours at the most. Please just look after her,” she pleads, pouting and puppy eyes in full power.

It also helps that the cat burrito in her cape looks to be cooperating. Lena The Cat staring at Alex with wide round eyes.

Apparently, some governor was found dead downtown, and now Andrea wants her on the scene. She can’t just leave Lena all alone in The Tower. No matter how hard Lena’s been protesting, this is brand new territory for both of them. Nobody knows the extent of Lena’s powers.

Point is, Kara would feel a lot better if she were to leave Lena under the care of someone she trusts. Even if said someone, accuses Lena of being a stray with fleas. It's still better than leaving Lena all on her own.

“Ugh.” Alex groans and Kara knows she’s won. “If this cat causes trouble I will throw it out the window, Kara.”

“No!” Kara yells, distressed. “Don’t do that. She’ll behave. She promises.”

She puts her hand under Lena’s arms and raises her up to eye level—Simba style. “You promise to be good for Alex, don’t you?”

All she gets is a lot of squirming and screaming, there were also a lot of attempts at scratching Kara’s nose.

“See?” Kara says, chuckling nervously. “She’s telling you she’s good.”

Alex looks skeptical, her arms crossed against her chest.

Kara sets her down on the couch, and crouches down low.

She tries to pet her head, but Lena bites at her finger, she catches her teeth on the skin of her supersuit’s thumb slot. She bites deeper, her teeth accomplishing nothing but a few dents.

And oh, Rao she thinks she’s such a feral little cat but her pink adorable gummy snarl says otherwise.

“I’m sorry, I’ll be back. I promise,” she whispers, careful not to let Alex hear. “And then we’ll figure it out later, okay? The safest place for you right now is to be with Alex.”

She really doesn’t want to go, and based on Lena’s protests she doesn’t want Kara to go either. But well, Andrea had finally threatened to fire her if she disobeyed...which is...fair.

She’s aware she’s been doing a less than stellar job at being a journalist lately. Rao, what an understatement. This is basically her make it or break it.

“Look, I’ll be quick, promise. Be good to Alex,” Kara murmurs. She presses a kiss on Lena’s furry forehead. Lena finally unclenches her jaw and lets Kara go. The little whine she lets out, letting Kara know that she knows the battle’s lost.

“Both of you, be good,” Kara tells them sternly. “Alex, please don’t yeet my cat out of the window.”

Alex shrugs, staring at the cat with suspicion. “I make no promises.’

Lena is staring at Alex just as hostile. Great. They both deserve each other.

Kara sighs exasperatedly. Well, at least she tried.

******

She gets a very angry Alex Danvers on the line, right after she’s finished talking to some sources. It’s nighttime now, and when she checks her watch—yep, she’s left Lena in Alex’s care for more than six hours.

Crap.

“Hey, Al—”

“KARA IF YOU DON’T PICK UP THIS THIS THIS GODDAMNED HAIRBALL RIGHT NOW, YOU WILL NEVER SEE IT EVER AGAIN.”

There is loud meowing, and then, “What the- Get off! Get off me right no-”

The line clicks dead.

Kara Danvers quickly changes into an alley, manages to break the sound barrier.

******

It’s Kelly who opens the door.

“Hey, Kara,” she greets her. Kara is impatiently rocking on her heels, trying to peer past Kelly’s shoulders.

The place was quiet; ridiculously quiet, and Kara feels fear swoop in her belly.

“Please, tell me my cat is still alive,” Kara bursts out, Kelly just gives her a pained smile and oh, no, oh no.

She muscles her way past Kelly to a brooding Alex on the couch.

Lena is nowhere to be seen.

“Alex, Alex where’s my cat? Where is she? Where did you put her?”

Alex finally looks up at her, Kara taking notice of the red marks on her arm.

Oh no, Lena, what did you do?

“Calm down, I didn’t throw the little demon away. She’s-" Alex sing-songs before finishing, "on time-out.”

“Time-out?” Kara asks, voice shaking. Rao, does she really want to know.

Alex takes too long to answer, taking a swig of her beer first before pointing to a corner in the living room.

And there, she spots it.

It, being a small pile of laundry on the floor, next to an upside down hamper. A big white hamper housing one Lena Luthor. There's a crude cardboard sign stuck on it; "Kitty Jail". Alex has also stacked a few encyclopedia on top of it, no doubt an attempt to keep Lena from escaping.

“Oh! Oh, Lena!”

Kara superspeeds her way and scoops Lena up, the cat meowing immediately and curling into Kara’s chest.

“You named the cat after Lena?!”

Crap.

Kara turns around slowly, “Uhm yeah?”

Alex just shakes her head. “Unbelievable.”

“Her eyes reminded me of Lena, okay?!” Kara yells defensively, pressing tiny kisses onto Lena’s fur.

“I’m sorry that Alex has been such a meanie to you," she coos, "I know you didn’t deserve it, baby."

Alex seems to perk up at that, because she raises up from the couch. “That,” Alex jabs a finger in their direction, Kara cradles Lena protectively, “That baby ruined my couch and she so totally deserves all the mean! All the mean in the world, Kara!”

Lena hisses in her arms.

“No, no. That’s not true. Lena is baby and she’s perfect and you’re just a meanie.”

“She ruined my upholstery! She left hair all over the place and that’s not even to mention the scratching!”

“Because you were mean to her!”

Alex scoffs, eyes bulging wide in disbelief.

“Get out,” Alex says, her brows pinching comically, “Get out of my apartment before that little devil causes more damage.”

“Gladly,” Kara says, and Lena meows her assent. They make their way past Alex, Kara unaware that Lena has stuck out her little tongue at Alex over her shoulder.

“And she’s not a little devil!” Kara calls out.

Alex slams the door in her face.

******

That evening, Kara pores over a thick spellbook, eyes swimming with Latin symbols with a purring machine on her lap.

By midnight, Kara has managed to pass out on her couch, a black cat curled on her chest.

The spellbook lay open on her coffee table, forgotten.

******

The first sight that greets Kara when she wakes up are green eyes.

Green human eyes.

And then it hits her.

“Lena!”

The spell had blessedly wore off by morning, and Kara’s never been more glad to see the sunlight lighting up Lena’s face.

For a moment, Kara’s assaulted with the mental image of laying in a pool of sunlight with a black cat stretching leisurely next to her.

“Good morning,” Lena purrs, and oh Rao, that sound is much, much better than her meowing.

“You’re back!” Kara gasps in awe.

“I’m back,” she whispers, she’s still draped fully over Kara on the couch. A blanket covering them both.

“Rao, I missed you.” A palm comes up to cup her cheeks, Lena automatically nuzzling into the inside of her wrist.

“Mm, I missed me, too,” Lena tells her, face breaking into a small smile. Kara traces her fingers up and down Lena’s spine. Oh, how she’s missed touching Lena’s skin.

Wait-

Skin.

Is she-

“Lena,” Kara begins, swallowing. Her nerves not going unnoticed.

Lena raises a brow at her. “Kara?”

“Are you- uhm- ah. Are you naked right now?”

Lena’s eyes light up like a cat’s and Kara knows she’s in trouble.

“Mm. It seems that I am,” Lena says, and all Kara can do is gulp.

“What are you gonna do about it?”

special shoutout to @mike-wachowski, @sexybread-png and @thebreakfastgod for their cat expertise without whom this silly little fic would not be written.