#bird anon you’re so big brain

[muletia]

i read your post about megatron showing off like a bird. so perhaps i present you.. the other obsessed!bots showing off?

obsessed!optimus prime making sure his paint is in it’s best shape, practically shining from the amount of work he put into it and silently hoping, praying (and probably screaming) that you’ll praise him and, if you’re past the relationship faze, peg him enough to were he can act normally around the autobots to get another mission done without daydreaming again.

obsessed!ratchet constantly talking about his experience with his hands (he’s quite the medic, wink wink *dies*) and skills over the course of his long life, even talking about some of the impressive feats he managed to pull off.

and hell, maybe even some of the decepticon’s lean into this too. i especially think starscream would be the most likely to do this.

obsessed!starscream would probably brag about his feats when he was decepticon commander and things he did on Cybertron. Making sure to be in his best condition and showing off what his jet form can do, even doing those words made in air some people do with planes.

you are so big-brained anon, i love your ideas!!

i’ve decided to expand on optimus’s concept a bit and threw in a few other characters

optimus definitely forgets to take care of himself sometimes, or he simply doesn’t have the time due to the busy schedule. if we add a sprinkle of obsession to the mix, his lack of self-care can easily be attributed to the hours he spends daydreaming about you, you, and that one night you shared just a few days ago. but when he does finally get around to looking after himself and polishes his paint to the point where you can see your reflection in it, he’ll silently beg for crumbs of praise from you. he might still have that resting prime face, but if you compliment him, bro is mentally screaming, giggling, and kicking his feet like a schoolgirl. he might even strut around proudly after your kind words, shocking the rest of the team.

i haven’t written about him yet, but… smokescreen showing off his speed to impress you? or honestly, doing anything extreme to get your attention. handstands, backflips, showing how agile he is. and when he takes you for a ride, suddenly he’s drifting or doing donuts. isn’t he just so cool? please, say he is—smokes will do absolutely anything for your approval.

soundwave will bring you gifts. did you mention a game you’ve been dying to have? a few days later, a copy of that game shows up in your steam library. are you into diy? he hands you an enormous box of various types of yarn. or brings you shiny, colorful stones that caught laserbeak’s optic during patrol. imagine him presenting you with a giant gold nugget or gemstones worth a fortune.

knockout will use his body but in a more sensual, seductive way. he’s always polished and pristine, and his finish practically screams for attention. but if, somehow, that doesn’t work on you, knockout is more than willing to behave like an absolute attention whore. oh no! he’s totally accidentally dropped something on the floor! and instead of bending down like a normal person, he’s about to give you the most sensual show you’ve ever seen (picture that one scene with megan fox from the first transformers movie lmao).

[sh1-n0bu]

yall this is my first time requesting something from someone so im a bit nervous but

imagine overstimulating venti until he cries 🤭

also can i be 🌊 anon ? PLEASE tell me if anything i asked made you uncomfortable!!

♡︎ 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙤 𝙜𝙤𝙙’𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 ♡︎

characters: sub!venti x nb!dom!reader

warnings: overstimulation, size kink, dacryphillia, reader’s genitals/pronouns are never mentioned so the cock can be interpreted as a strap on

notes: of course you can be 🌊anon! and yes, i’m slowly coming back to life. man author’s block is hard to beat. also, if this get’s flagged by tumblr when i wake up tmrw, i’ll delete it and post it again so don’t get too scared if it’s suddenly gone bbies

venti, or better yet known as barbatos to his people, was never really much of an archon.

he never plays by the rules, governs over his people nor even tries to abide by celestia’s rules. often, the wind spirit simply prefers to lay back and watch as his people takes care of any problems. they’re strong after all, his children always has been. of course, the windborn bard slurs out words of being the anemo archon in his drunk dazed self but no one ever takes it seriously.

and another thing was that, venti never worships the celestia. the floating island in the sky is full of nothing but liars, manipulators and cowards. besides… why would he worship those pathetic things when you’re right here?

why kneel before them when he can kneel before you?

why worship those who spat venom everytime they open their mouth when ballads and praises, songs of life flow from yours?

why chase after meaningless praises when your words sting like the strongest alcohol, burning his throat, making his eyes water as he becomes more and more addicted to you?

that’s exactly why the anemo archon prefers to worship you instead. when you braid his hair and comb out the knots as he nuzzles against your form, dazed and sleepy.

when you’re there to console him, help him through his darkest days when those wretches of celestia has done nothing.

when you’re kissing away the tears that spill from his eyes, shushing his slurred speeches and sobs of pleasure as you continue to ram into that one spot inside him, making him shriek and spill over his stomach again and again.

the windborn bard could worship you for eternity.

spilling another load into his stomach, the god in your arms spasms and twitches as his legs weakly wrap around your waist to at least try and calm the twitching of his small body.

dear stars above, you felt so big he could almost feel your tip in his stomach in his sex drunken haze. slurred whines of what seems to be your name flowing out of his mouth as he tries to keep his last threads of sanity together but how can he do so when he can just feel your previous loads slipping out of his rim and down to the sheets.

it all felt so hot, the room was so hot, everything was spinning. the warmth of your cum seeping out of his hole, the slight bulge in his stomach, the feeling of your finger wiggling in next to his already stuffed hole and pushing the cum back inside while your cock stays in — venti lets out a weak sound.

“look at you, little bird. you’re leaking out my cum that i worked so hard to put in you. can’t have my hard work being spent, right?” you coo out teasingly, a grin bit too sadistic tugging on your lips as venti writhes under you when you add in another finger. stars above, were you trying to break him?

venti couldn’t respond. he couldn’t even fully understand and register your words. brain too fried from the previous rounds of your just absolutely handling his small body around, pinching, teasing, smacking, leaving marks and hickeys but he loved it all.

as a response, the bard only weakly bucks his hips back into your strap again seemingly wanting more. my, what an insatiable little bird.

throwing his leg over your shoulder, you take out your fingers from his hole and squeeze his tiny waist once in a warning before fucking back into him again. small whines, weak noises and slurred whorish moans spill out from under you, the anemo archon far too fucked stupid to even try to properly say your name anymore.

making a grabby motion with his hands — a silent ask to hold you close while you fuck him full of your cum again — you decide to be nice and lean down, the absolutely filthy wet noises of your cock easily entering him causing venti to dig his blunt nails into your back, pulling you closer to himself.

feeling another orgasm building up embarrassingly quickly, the archon chases after your lips with weak whines, a sob following as you deny him of a proper kiss. instead teasing him by kissing his soft cheek. he didn’t even realize he was crying.

but soon those soft and weak whimpers and slurred words turn into a sharp scream as he feels himself cumming into both of your stomachs again, a sob of your name following along as you chase your high, getting more frantic with your movements.

the archon feels himself getting filled up again when your hips stutter, causing the short man under you to whimper a quiet “[n-nameee…❤︎︎]” in your ears.

after having caught your breath, you pull away from him slightly. pushing his hair away from his face, you couldn’t help but laugh as you wipe away his tears. but that laugh is cut off short as the archon bucks his hips against yours again, a cheeky grin pulling on his lips.

[random0lover]

Hello !! Am I allowed to request for maybe all of 141 (If possible with your schedule !! I undestand if its not !!) or just Price and Ghost (separate) with a reader whos a military kid so theyre kinda just used to them going away for long periods of time with deployment. Bonus points if they werent aware of reader being a military kid till they break down and confess as to how abandoned and angry they feel when they leave :,)) Fluffy Hurt/Comfort thats SFW, please :)) Thank you ^^

TF141 x Gn!Reader That Was a Military Kid

Pairings: John Price x gn!reader & Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x gn!reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: Angst with Comfort, SFW, reader is mean, talk of parental death, crying, reader is called: sweetheart, love, dove. Hints at depression, John and Simon are both big softies for reader, established relationships. That should be it! Let me know if I missed any <3

Things to know: Some hc’s with mini fic parts. Should be Gn!reader as I tried to avoid talking about readers body or anything that could indicate anything other than gn!reader! Also POC friendly! If you notice anything that makes you feel otherwise please let me know! I never want anyone to feel excluded with/in my work ♡, Also a warning to anyone that decides to follow me- if you do not have your age in your bio or a pinned post I will block you… just a fair warning.

Notes: Thank you for requesting this anon! I loved the idea so much so I hope this does your request justice! I kinda went a little soft with the Price one because for some reason I can’t stand the thought of reader being mean to that sweet man (if you want though send me another request and I can write one that’s more angst filled 😊) although I did bring out the reader being angry in Simons. Another thing, I wrote this for Simon and not ghost but if you want I can write another one that has reader dealing with Ghost but be warned it will be angsty with lots of hurt from both parties! Sorry if the editing is bad I did try though lol and there will be more parts to this!

Tags: @homicidal-slvt (promised I’d tag you so here we are)

Price & Simon (You’re here!), Soap & Gaz, Alejandro, Rudy & König

(I will add the links as I post each part!)

John Price

-I feel like he may have wondered if you were a military kid since you didn’t seem to be phased by him having to leave so often

-There were other things that also made him wonder, like how you always made your bed in the mornings, how schedules were majorly important to you to the point that if you knew you were going to be late, you'd get majorly upset, and how you also seemed to understand military lingo up to a certain point. He never asked though since you didn’t talk about your childhood much so he just figured that if you wanted to tell him that you would -But he started to notice that lately, you started to seem off when you found out he would have to be deployed soon.

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John had been awake since the early hours of the morning. He couldn't seem to get much sleep in the few days before his next deployment. He had left the warmth of your shared bed before even the morning birds could be heard outside, hoping not to wake you with his restlessness, but little did he know that you hadn't slept at all.

By the time you stumbled out of bed with bags under your eyes and your mind feeling exhausted from the lack of sleep and your own brain tearing itself apart, it was well past 10 a.m., which wasn’t the most unusual for you, but on the day before John would be deploying it was a little odd since usually you were up trying to help him get his stuff together and would make a huge breakfast since you both weren’t sure how long it would be until he would get to enjoy a home-cooked meal again.

You had hoped to get to the kitchen and make yourself a cup of coffee before seeing John, but he was standing at the fridge, putting groceries away from multiple brown paper bags.

You made your way to the coffee pot that seemed to have a fresh pot being made and got a cup from the cabinet before he started to talk, “I noticed we were getting low on some things so I thought I’d save you a trip to—,” he pauses, causing you to turn to face him, “Sweetheart?”

You were pressing your hands into your eyes, trying to relieve the aching pressure that was remaining consistent behind them, when he made his way across the kitchen and gently cupped your cheeks, “Are you feeling alright, love?”

You didn’t mean to do it, but you flinched away from his hands, taking a few steps back so that there was some distance between you both. You could see the hurt in his eyes before they were overcome with confusion and you hated that he was looking at you as if you were a skittish kitten that would run at the smallest movement.

He reaches an arm out slowly, as if to not startle you.

“Love, what’s wrong?”

You shake your head, pulling your arms tight around you, and try to focus on keeping your breathing calm, like your parents taught you when you were little.

He takes a small step forward so that his fingers are almost grazing your arm but stops when sees you curling in on yourself, “Sweetheart, something is obviously wrong. You're crying, and your body is shaking.”

“Hey,” you finally look up into his eyes, “you don’t have to tell me what’s wrong, but at least let me help you.”

Your heart breaks from the pain you can see in his eyes. In all the time you've been together, you’ve never pulled away from him like this. Usually, you were the one open about your emotions and what you were feeling while having to coax John into telling you what was going on in his mind, “Please, darling.”

You let yourself fall into his open arms at that point, sobbing into his neck. He presses you against his chest, gently speaking into your ear, assuring you that everything is fine, that he is here for you, and that he will always be there.

You mumble into his neck, causing him to gently pull you back so that he can hear you: “What was that, sweetheart?”

You try to concentrate on the sensation of his calm heartbeat against your chest before finally saying, "My parents promised me the same thing."

He pulls away, puzzled, and you notice him looking at you in the corner of your eye, so you burrow your face into his chest and say, "They were both military. They died when I was 14," you finish, taking a deep breath. “They were deployed together when it happened… They said that it was an accident, that my mom got stuck on a timed land mine, and my dad wouldn’t leave her no matter what.”

"Oh, love." You feel his body tense before relaxing.

He gently grips the back of your neck and pulls you back so that you're looking into his eyes; the softness in them is almost enough to send you running as far as possible so that you never have to feel the type of pain that you did the day that you found out your parents died.

“Love, I'm not going anywhere,” you go to speak but he shushes you, “You are my world, the person I’m fighting for.”

He brings his hand under your chin so that he is gripping it gently and says, “You are the reason I’m still alive. The reason why I feel like life is still worth living and fighting for.”

He tips his head down so that his lips are grazing yours, “I’ll always come home, love.”

You push forward so that your lips are fully pressing against his, then he pulls back, “Why don’t we go take a bath, get you feeling better?”

~~~~

The next morning you wake frantically looking around, hoping that he didn’t leave without saying goodbye, when he walks in carrying a tray of food, “John? I thought you had to leave this morning.”

He smiles gently, his eyes lighting up, “Called Kate, they don’t actually need me for another week, and I figured my love needs me a little bit more than my job at the moment.” He sets the tray down on the bed, and you jump into his arms with a happy squeal, “I love you, John.”

"I love you too, sweetheart," he says as he gently kisses you.

~

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

-So we all know Simon is amazing at reading people, but I don’t think he would know that you were a military kid. He could see all the signs that you may have had a difficult childhood, but he personally knows what it’s like to have a childhood you don’t want to talk about, so he never has and never will question you about your past. -Pasts are a hard topic for Simon in the first place, so I could honestly see him being a bit grateful that you didn’t share the bad parts of your childhood, meaning that he also didn’t have to share his. It was almost a silent agreement between you both to not talk about the negative parts of things unless one of you came to the other wanting to talk about it.

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Back to him being great at reading people: He could tell that over the past few days, your body language had been changing, becoming more standoffish. Not being as open to cuddling and kisses, not even wanting him to walk up behind you and wrap his arms around you, which you usually loved.

He figured that maybe you were just having a few rough days, which was normal for anyone; hell, he knew he had them quite often, and you were always there for him no matter how bad they got, so he wanted to do the same for you.

Today had been the worst day of all, though. You were almost refusing to talk to him completely unless it was one-word answers, which he was able to roll with pretty easily. You would move rooms almost every time he would come in, not even saying anything, just picking up your things and going.

This made him decide on leaving you alone for the most part, other than when he would bring you a fresh cup of tea or was just checking in on you. So he decided on cleaning up the house a little bit, he was going to be deploying again in a week and he wanted to help however he could, knowing that it was a rough transition from having him around to it being an empty house again.

He had just finished cleaning the dishes when he looked at the time and decided on ordering out for dinner, which would hopefully raise your mood a bit and it would also be an easy enough mess to clean up. He found you in the living room watching a movie on Netflix with a blanket wrapped tightly around you and stood in the doorway for a moment just admiring you when you paused it.

When you snap at him, "What do you want, Simon?" Your eyes aren't even on him but on your phone, which is on your lap.

He feels his eye twitch but he keeps himself calm and makes sure that it shows in his tone that your attitude is leaving him unaffected, “I was just goin’ to ask what you wanted for takeout, love.”

You huff and try to pull yourself up from the couch while also trying to unwrap the blanket from around you, almost falling, but Simon rushes forward and straightens you up, but you quickly pull away.

You look at him with fury in your eyes, “Can't you just leave me the hell alone?” Your voice is rising slightly, and your face is flushed with rage. “It’s what you constantly do anyway!”

You can see Simon's eyes widen, but you don't care; the words are just spilling out of your mouth before you can stop them, "You're never actually here when I need you, but when you are, you can't take the fucking hint of when I just want you to leave me alone!"

"Sometimes Simon," you pause, feeling the tears flood into your vision, making the floor blurry, "I wonder why I even stay when you are just going to end up hurting me exactly like he did," you whisper, staring hard at the ground, your chest puffing in and out quickly, trying to pull in air after your large outburst.

The words come out in a whisper, the room becoming so silent that you can almost hear the gears in his head turning, wondering who the hell you were talking about.

You hear him take a step forward on the wood flooring, his voice incredibly soft, “Dove.”

You look up through the tears and see his hands reaching out for you, and for the first time in all the time you two have been together, Simon Riley almost looks scared—not scared of you but as if his world was coming apart.

When his hand gently touches your arm, it pulls you out of your stupor, making you pull away, frantically shaking your head, “Don’t touch me.”

The words come out shaky and broken, but they make him freeze nonetheless, and you can see in his eyes that he’s trying to pull himself together, trying to figure out what he's supposed to do in a situation like this.

He takes a small step back, his gaze fixed on yours, and he holds his hands out in front of him, as if to demonstrate that he is not a threat. "Okay, I won't touch you." He comes to a halt, seeing the fear in your eyes, the look of a frightened animal ready to flee at any moment. "It's okay, love, everything's fine-"

He doesn't even finish his sentence before you're flying down the hallway, grabbing your bag from the hooks by the front door and bolting out the door, slamming it loudly behind you, leaving him standing halfway down the hallway, his mouth slack-jawed, unsure of what the hell just happened.

~~~

After nearly ten minutes of fast walking, you finally slowed down and stopped in the nearest store to clean your face of tear marks and, hopefully, make yourself look presentable. You sent a quick text to Simon, letting him know that you were safe and that you didn't know when you'd be back. You left your phone on long enough to see him read the message and the text bubble pop up before you shut the phone completely off and tucked it into the bottom of your bag.

You spent the next two hours wandering aimlessly, wondering if you'd just ruined your relationship with the only man you'll ever love, when you came across the small Italian restaurant where Simon had taken you on your first date. You remember the way you tried to pay for your half of the dinner, but he quickly slipped his card to the waitress before you could even argue, saying something about how if you decided not to go on a second date with him, you deserved to at least get a free meal from it, and you teased him by asking him if there was a reason you shouldn't want to go on another date with him.

The memories make your stomach queasy, making you want to kick yourself in the back for being so stupid, but you walk in and order your and Simon's favorite dishes and try to keep the food as warm as possible on your walk back to your shared home. One side of you hopes you’ll find him there, not an empty house, and the other side wants to avoid this conversation for as long as possible.

You walk up the steps, and most of the house seems to be dark except for the living room, where a single light is on. You unlock the door and try as quietly as possible to slip your shoes off while also trying not to drop the food.

You make your way towards the living room to find Simon sitting on the couch, his elbows on his knees, and his face buried in his hands. You look over to the coffee table and see bags with your favorite restaurant's logo tied off, trying to keep the heat in the bags, making your heart ache with the fact that he still thought of you after you treated him like complete trash.

He was the first man ever to treat you with so much love. Even while he was deployed, he was making efforts to show you that he cared, like scheduling a delivery of your favorite flowers to show up on your day off with a little note, paying for over a month's worth of your order at your favorite coffee shop, and bringing back little trinkets from the places he was deployed too.

You knew him being deployed wasn’t his fault; it was part of his job. You knew he wasn't your dad and that it wasn't Simon’s fault that the man who was supposed to love you treated you as if you weren't even his child but rather just another one of his soldiers.

It wasn’t his fault that your dad wouldn't be home for months on end; it wasn’t his fault that the last time you ever saw your dad, you told him you hated him for never being home; it wasn't his fault that the day your dad was supposed to come home from a four-month deployment, instead of hearing him come home, there were four hard knocks on the door; it wasn't his fault that two soldiers were standing at the door; it wasn’t his fault that they were holding a folded-up flag with your dad’s military dog tags on them.

It. Wasn’t. His. Fault.

Yet you treated him as if it were. You didn't know which was worse, the fact that he didn't already know about what happened to your dad or the fact that you wished he did so that he could have a reason to hate you for lashing out.

You step into the room, setting the food you got by the food he ordered. “Simon?”

He doesn’t move for a second, then he looks up at you, and you feel your heart shatter for the umpteenth time tonight. “Oh, Simon,” you whisper, moving so that you’re standing in front of him and drop down onto your knees, “I am so fucking sorry. I don't even have the words to tell you how sorry I am. I shouldn’t have lashed out at you… I should’ve just talked to you instead of letting it build up.”

You move your hands up to gently cradle his face in both your hands and connect your eyes with his molten ones, which usually provided you with comfort. Now, though, all you can see is the look he gave you after you yelled at him, “I— I never should have let my feelings bottle up about me being upset about you having to be gone. I know it's not your fault. I knew what I was getting myself into when we made things official all those years ago. I knew what your job would bring before then; I made the choice to be with you. I'll never regret that.’’

You move your eyes across his face, trying to gauge his emotions, but you get nothing.

“Si, baby?” you whisper.

His eyes move away from you. “Who were you talking about when you said I'm just going to hurt you like he did?’’

You look away, your eyes settling on a loose string on his pants. “I was talking about my dad.” You take a deep breath before continuing, knowing that you have to tell him, “H– He was military like you.”

His hand reaches out to gently lift your chin, bringing your gaze to his. “He died,” you continue, “He died and the last time I ever saw him, I told him I hated him because he was always gone. He…I let him go that day without saying goodbye or telling him I loved him, and the next time I saw him, his body was in a casket."

"Love," he says with a gentle frown.

"No, Simon," you say, shaking your head. Just because I’m scared—no, fucking terrified—of that happening again with you doesn't give me the right to treat you that way. I am so sorry.”

He leans back in the couch and pulls you up into his lap; once you're comfortable, he brings his hands up so that one is cupping your cheek and the other trails down your arm to hold your hand. "Dove, I know what it's like to lose family. I know what it can do to you. I understand that pain more than you know. Pain like that is unlike anything else.”

Tears well up in your eyes, and you blink them away quickly before they fall. "You've lost family, too?"

He nods gently, and you can see deep emotions that seemed to have been buried for a long time beginning to surface. “My mum, my younger brother Tommy, and his wife Beth.” He closes his eyes, and when he opens them, they are filled with unshed tears. “My nephew Joseph.”

You can feel the back of your throat starting to burn from keeping your tears in, but you push your forehead against his anyway. “Simon.”

He looks into your eyes before whispering, “I wish I could tell you it would stop hurting eventually, but I can’t. I’m not going to lie to you and say I’ll always make it back home to you; that's not something I can guarantee, but one thing I can promise is that I will always try my damn hardest to make it back. I will always fight with everything in my soul to make it back to you.”

Tears are softly running down your face at this point, falling to land on Simon’s hoodie. “I love you so much, sweets. I never want to lose you.”

You let out a choked cry before you kissed him gingerly, and you could taste the saltiness of your tears mixed in with all the flavors that reminded you of Simon. Of home.

“I love you so much too, Si.”

He leans in to kiss you again with a light press of his lips to yours before he pulls away and looks at the forgotten food on the coffee table and lets out a light chuckle, “I see we both had the same idea.”

You let out a shaky laugh and nod your head before snuggling your head into the warm crook of his neck. He runs a large hand up and down your back, slowly stopping at the bottom to rub gentle circles into a spot that usually bothers you. "Well, why don’t we eat, and maybe in the morning we can talk a little bit more.”

Yawning into his neck, you pull back and ask, “Can we finish the movie I was watching earlier? It was just getting to the good part before I stopped it.”

He nods, and you excitedly get out of his lap to get your blanket and the TV remote before he pulls the coffee table closer to the couch so that he can start opening the containers. Once you start the movie, you look over to Simon to find him already watching you with a soft look, and all you can think is how thankful you are to have found a man who loves you through all your faults and you through his.

You were grateful for ever getting the chance to be loved by Simon Riley, a man who truly believed that he couldn’t love and that he wasn’t worth loving. You knew that it would probably take your whole lives to heal from the things you've both been through, but as long as you were together, that was all that mattered.

Hi my lovelies, I hope you enjoyed this hc for Price and Simon! Feedback is appreciated but not necessary. As always I hope you have a great day/night. <3

Requests are open so feel free to send in some! I cannot promise when or if I will write them, but I do prefer requests that are slightly more specific as I find them easier to write but it's not required. Thanks for reading my darlings! ♡

[littleplantfreak]

Assigned Hybrids (according to me!)

Anon said I should assigned my moots as hybrids so I had the people interested like that post

In no particular order!

@oceaneyesinla Rox is…not a fox despite my tag for them. I’m thinking a mouse hybrid. You’re cute and I do think you would squeak.

@nyxypoo nyx is a bunny. Idk I don’t make the rules well i made the post but and I can see u doing the bunny stomping thing especially when Endo’s on the brain irritating you. Reaching for your tail secretly….

@birinboom a lamb if only so we can frolic together and you’re a bit of a troublemaker despite your cute looks. Otherwise you are a pampered kitty like Duchess from the aristocats.

@o-sachi Sachi my beloved you’re a lion hybrid I think. Or another big cat, but lion was the first to come to mind. Please let me pat your head regardless.

@ironlotus13 Emi! You give me deer vibes. Not fawn but like full on deer. Looks delicate, but certainly isn't when it comes down to it. I could imagine you still have the spots though cause they’re cute. Gives you little antlers cause theyre also v cute aesthetically

@voidcat You’re a cat hybrid. You constantly knock things closer and closer to the edge of the table. Maybe that’s why you like Gen. Cat vs cat but you keep dragging him by the neck scruff with your teeth. 10/10 would still try to pinch your cheeks despite the obvious dangers

@vinomino Mino you’re a bird hybrid I have decided. You remind me of my dad’s parrot he had when I was younger. Sometimes I have the urge to put a blanket over you when you’re up super late like they do with birds.

@hayatoseyepatch Sam you’re always kinda elegant but playful to me and I dont know if it’s Suo’s fault but I get fox hybrid vibes. Otherwise you’d be a swan, but fox was my first pick!

@maruflix you’re a puppy hybrid like me i think Maru! You’re affectionate in a puppy way and very lovable as well. Definitely one that has one of those tails that smack someone’s leg and they go “holy shit” because its like a whip

[callsignspark]

MARRY ME

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"nudging into the crook of your partner's neck"

anon, so this took a hot second, but I purposefully held on to this one because I knew exactly what I wanted to write for this, and I knew it had to wait until part six came out!!

Mar[r]y Me | part 6.5

pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Mariella “M&M” Vertucci (fem!OC)

warnings: 18+ minors DNI, a few suggestive comments, fluffy with a side of pining and yearning, this is set before they're together obviously

word count: 3.3k

note: this takes place the morning after part six and is a direct continuation of that chapter so I recommend reading that first, but it’s not absolutely necessary!

part 6.5 - drip coffee, sweet and light

Warm.

It’s early, but it’s the first thing she notices as she wakes up. The sun is starting to shine through the blinds, birds are chirping outside, and she’s warm under the covers. It takes her brain a minute to remember there’s another person in bed with her.

Bradley.

Last night comes rushing in: the club, their fight, the apologies, their confessions, the view of him climbing into her bed. Her heart starts beating faster when she remembers what he said.

“I want you. If you’ll have me.”

It's the sweetest thing a man has ever said to her. The combination of his sincere apology and confessing his feelings had her floating on air. Watching him undress to join her in between the sheets was the cherry on top. And now, waking up, wrapped together, she doesn’t know how things could get better.

Her phone chirps from the nightstand, but she can’t be bothered to care about whoever is texting. It can’t be important this early in the morning, not when she’s in his arms, feeling so safe and comfortable tucked against him.

“You gonna check that?” His voice sends a shiver down her neck, the deep, gravely tone heating her up even more.

“No.” She pulls out a hand from where it’s trapped between their chests, running her finger along a scar on his collarbone. “This early, it can’t be too important, or someone would be calling.”

“You’re so smart.” He hums, slipping his hand under the back of her sweatshirt and brushing his fingers over her spine. “How early is early?”

“Not sure. Early. You can go back to sleep.” She whispers, starting to scoot away. His eyes crack open, his brown eyes meeting hers for the first time.

“Where are you going? Come back here.” He punctuates his request by tugging on her waist, his big hand burning through the material of her shirt.

She smiles at him, slipping his hand away. “I’m going to the bathroom; I’ll be right back. Go to sleep.” He lets her go then, and she can feel him watching as she slips out of bed.

Mary examines herself in the mirror as she washes her hands. She knows she doesn’t look any different, but she feels different. Lighter. It's only been a few hours since they went to sleep, but she feels more rested than she has in a month, the emotional burden and worries lifting after their conversation.

Back in her room, she’s greeted with the most lovely sight. Bradley stretched out in her bed, his skin golden against her white sheets that are bunched around his hips - black waistband peeking out. His hands are tucked behind his head, arm muscles bulging as he shifts to look at her. Her heart feels like it’s melting as she takes in his hair; the normally neat curls are fluffy and messy from being mushed against her pillows.

“Harvard called.” He grabs her phone off his chest and pushes it across the bed. “He said he wants to leave at four or so; I told him I’d relay the message.”

“He’s up early.” She plugs her phone back in and stretches her back, a soft grunt escaping when her shoulder pops. “Did he sound surprised that you answered and not me?”

“He sounded drunk,” Bradley says dryly, reaching an arm out. “I don’t think he’s gone to bed yet. But we can sleep for a few more hours, so c’mere.”

She climbs onto the bed, heading to him and getting comfortable against his side. “What time do you have to go do things?”

“Jake fucked up getting the reservation, so our tee time isn’t until 1:30; we’ve got time.” He's back under her shirt, enjoying the way her soft skin feels under his hand. Mary gets heavier against his side as she starts to fall back asleep. “You sleepy?”

Mary quietly whines, nudging her head into the crook of his neck. “Shhhhh, I’m tired.”

“Oh, okay, sorry.” He smiles against the top of her head, resisting the urge to tickle her side. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Mary.”

He can feel the smile stretch across her face, her hand brushing against his sternum as she whispers it back to him.

Bradley wakes up a few hours later to find they’ve shifted positions in their sleep. He's plastered to her back, left arm under her head, right hand under her sweatshirt resting on her stomach, dangerously close to the curve of her breast. His nose is getting tickled by the hair escaping her bun where he’s tucked his face tucked against the back of her neck. He’s so comfortable and content that it isn’t until she shifts back, pressing into him, that he even notices he’s hard.

It’s worse than that night on the couch.

She’s overwhelmed him again. Pressed against her curvy body and surrounded by her scent, asleep together in her comfortable bed, turning out to be too much for his system.

“Mary?” He whispers her name, desperately hoping she isn’t awake to witness his embarrassment. Nothing about this situation is screaming the “just friends for now” promise he had made last night.

She doesn’t respond.

Her eyes stay closed as he peels away, but the relief is short-lived when she starts wiggling back, trying to get closer to his warmth. He tries a few more times to escape, but she follows him on every attempt. It’s not until he’s dangling on the edge of the bed that he tries a different approach.

With his left hand finally free, he uses his right hand and his body weight to press her forward, rolling her onto her stomach so she can’t follow him. It works. He’s able to get off the bed without disturbing her and almost makes it all the way to the bathroom.

“Bradley?”

He freezes, popping his head back and keeping his front half firmly hidden behind the bathroom doorframe. “Yeah?”

She rolls onto her side, hair splayed across the pillows. “What time is it?”

“About 10:30, honey.” His tone a bit tighter than intended.

She kicks the covers off, exposing her legs. “You okay?”

“Fine.” His throat has never been drier. “Just gonna use the bathroom.”

“Okay,” Mary yawns, arching her back as she stretches. Her sweatshirt - which is his sweatshirt - rises up, showing more and more of her tummy, causing him to break into a sweat. “You hungry? I can still make pancakes if that sounds good?”

“Yeah, pancakes… sound… good.” He can feel his brain melting as he watches her crawl to what had been his side of the bed, her shorts becoming dangerously short as she bends over the edge to grab some pillows that had been lost during the night. Bradley returns the smile she sends him when she pops back up, moving into the bathroom now that their conversation is over.

“Oh, Bradley?” He huffs - so close - peeking around the door he almost had closed.

He finds her checking something on her phone. “Yeah?”

“Extra towels and toilet paper in the cabinet above the towel rack. There’s a new toothbrush in the middle drawer if you want it.” Then Mary looks up, a wicked glint in her eyes. “And there’s lube in my nightstand. Let me know if you want some help with that.”

He feels his face burst into flames as she lets her eyes drop to where his erection is raging behind the bathroom door before flouncing out of the room, a giggle echoing down the hall.

She’s going to be the death of me.

The kitchen springs to life as Mary ties her apron and flicks the radio on, an antique from her grandmother that she’s brought with her everywhere since college. Big band music swelling as she opens windows and the sliding door, fresh air and neighborhood sounds rushing in. She moves methodically around the kitchen, efficiently gathering ingredients and supplies, never having to backtrack for a forgotten item.

Pancakes aren't complicated; they turn out good even if the ingredients aren’t precise, but Mary takes her time measuring. Combining the wet ingredients first before adding the dry, mixing until all the lumps are gone. She hesitates for a minute before folding in some red sprinkles. Deciding that Bradley would appreciate the addition, and even if he didn’t, he would still be sweet about it.

She hears him come in as she’s checking the temperature of the frying pan; it’s almost there, the water test telling her it needs a little more time, and she adjusts the burner. Mary turns around, ready to ask him if he found everything okay in hopes of him turning red again, but she’s the one caught off guard.

Standing at the edge of her island is Bradley Bradshaw, wearing his sexy, black boxer briefs and her flight school sweatshirt.

The sweatshirt that is long on her despite being the victim of a failed crop top attempt, but it’s perfect on him. The lower half of his abs showing below the furled hem. Her call sign branding him.

Mine.

The possessiveness surprises her. She’d never been possessive in past relationships, and Bradley isn’t hers to claim, yet she can stop the thought.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

“How are the pancakes coming?”

Her eyes shoot up from his stomach, knowing she’d been caught but still smiling. “Good. Everything okay in the bathroom? Have any problems?”

“Oh yeah, everything was right where you told me it was. Had a great time.”

The two of them are flushed, her smirk matching his as they tease each other.

“I’m sure you did.” She continues before they take this beyond the agreement they made last night. “Could you make coffee? The grounds are in the fridge.”

“You got it.”

They quietly work side-by-side, only breaking the comfortable quiet to make sure he made Mary’s coffee correctly. Pride grows in his chest when she lets him know he got it perfect.

Two and a half spoons of sugar, just enough to make it sweet without causing a headache, and enough cream to make it a nice nomadic desert beige. A paint color she had jokingly referenced one time, but he had filed away the information for a time like this.

Bradley sits at the table, taking in the music softly playing while the skillet crackles. He watches Mary slice up some strawberries while the last round of pancakes cooks. She does a lap around the kitchen, stopping by the table to drop off butter, syrup, and the bowl of strawberries before taking a sip of coffee and turning the stove off. The final few pancakes are flipped onto the plate, and she heads towards the dining room, smiling when Bradley pulls out the chair next to him.

“How many do you want?” She asks, crossing a leg underneath her before sitting on the cushioned seat.

“I’ll take three to start, please.” He warps an arm around the back of her chair, playing with the ends of her hair.

His heart feels like it might burst as he watches her carefully butter his pancakes as she stacks them, adding a little syrup between each layer and then a lot on top. Mary adds a handful of strawberries to his plate, some falling into the syrup pool.

Bradley’s throat is thick by the time she slides the plate in front of him. No one had made him pancakes in a long time. They’re his favorite, and he can’t remember the last time he had them.

But Mary made them.

Just for him.

Because he said they were his favorite.

And she put red sprinkles in them. And she added butter and way too much syrup without having to ask. And she added strawberries cut up like hearts on the side.

He abruptly stands up, startling Mary as the chair scrapes back before heading towards the bedroom.

“Bradley?”

He hears her call after him, but he doesn’t respond, focused on his mission.

“Bradley?”

It’s more concerned this time, but he’s already making his way back, phone in hand.

“Is everything okay?”

Her eyes are big and worried, and he wants to kiss her. Wants to press his lips to hers so badly. He knows she would taste like strawberries; had seen her sneak a few berries as she was cutting them. But he doesn’t, just sits back down, closer this time, their thighs brushing his chair is so close now.

“Had to grab my phone.” He says like that explains everything. And when he opens the camera to take a photo - multiple photos - of his plate, she supposes it does.

“One more.” He mutters before aiming the camera at her and grinning at her confused face. “Smile, honey.”

“Oh, Bradley, no!” She reaches for his phone, but he gently grabs her wrist.

“Please? I need a photo to print out for my bunk on the carrier.”

“Oh my god!” Mary buries her face in her hands. “You can’t just say things like that, Bradley!”

“How about this instead?” He shuffles closer, pulling her hands away to take a photo of them. Bradley doesn’t let go of her; just uses one hand to open his camera roll and look at the selfie.

He smiles at the result.

They look happy; temples pressed together as sleepy smiles crinkle their eyes. Bradley’s call sign is visible on her arm, making his heart sing. It’s not shown in the photo, but he’ll never forget how warm her other hand feels resting on his knee.

“Now that’s a good photo! Definitely taping you up in my rack. I’ll have to take a photo and show you my bunk set up before we leave port.”

Mary can hardly breathe. Never once had a man wanted to take a photo together so badly and then been so excited to hang it up.

“Yeah, we look…”

Happy.

Like a couple.

Like we’re in love.

“…good. Can you send it to me?”

They enjoy breakfast, talking about the upcoming week, and making tentative plans to talk while she’s in Lemoore. The last of the dishes are being dried when Bradley’s phone rings.

Mary peeks at the screen, smiling at the bad photo Bradley’s set as the contact photo. “It’s Jake.”

“He’s going to complain because I’m not ready to go a full two hours early!” He groans, grabbing the phone. “What, Hangman?”

“You don’t have to drop by my place; I’m going to drive myself to the course today because I’m running a little late. But I think Bob still wants a ride.”

Bradley is only half listening to Jake’s rambling, distracted by the sight of Mary tidying her living room in her tiny pj shorts and his sweatshirt when a noise on the other end catches his attention.

A woman’s voice and the sounds of a garage door.

“Where are you?”

“Did you even hear me?”

“Yeah, you don’t need a ride. Where are you? Who is that?”

“I’ll meet you guys in the parking lot at 12:30.” A feminine giggle comes through the receiver has Bradley’s eyes bulging out of his head. “Don’t forget that Reuben is joining today.”

“Wait, Jake, who-” His phone beeps in his ear, signaling Jake hung up.

“Everything okay?”

“I know why Jake didn’t come last night. Sounds like he found a lady friend to spend Valentine’s Day Eve with.”

“Good for him; he’s a good guy; he deserves a nice girl.” Mary walks up, stepping between his legs as he sits at the kitchen island. “Did she sound pretty?”

“I don’t know. It was hard to tell from her giggle.” Bradley nudges his leg against hers, fighting the urge to pull her onto his lap and devour her.

She nudges his knee back, smiling at him from underneath her lashes. “Should probably get dressed. You have to get ready for golf, and I need to finish packing.”

He playfully groans, happily following Mary to her bedroom and watching as she picks out clothes for the day. Fully distracted when she opens a drawer that gives him a peek at a rainbow of colorful lacey items.

“I can was- are you okay?” Mary cuts herself off, eyebrows furrowing as she looks at Bradley standing there in his underwear, frozen with only one foot in his jeans.

“Yeah!” Bradley sends her a big smile, something in his eyes that she doesn’t recognize, while he tugs his pants on the rest of the way. “Never better!”

“Okay.” She watches him for an extra second, appreciating the sight of him zipping his jeans. “Like I was saying, I can wash your sweatshirt while I do a load of laundry and then drop it by your place before I leave today.”

“Oh, don’t worry about washing it. I can just take it home with me.”

“Are you sure? I’ve been wearing it to bed all week, and it hasn’t been washed.”

“That’s okay! I don’t mind.”

“If you’re sure…” Mary watches him slip his black button-up on, strong chest and stomach framed by the way the unbuttoned shirt drapes over his broad shoulders.

“Totally sure! Don’t worry about washing it! I’m gonna go put my boots on; I’ll meet you in the living room.”

Mary quickly gets dressed in her travel outfit of leggings and an oversized t-shirt she borrowed from Reuben’s closet junior year and never returned. Her heart flutters when she walks back into her bedroom, seeing her flight school sweatshirt carefully folded on her pillow.

She stops and brushes her fingers over the soft material. She can’t help herself as she presses the material to her nose, inhaling the scent of her laundry detergent, his spicy cologne, which is so warm and quintessentially Bradley.

Note to self: pack flight school sweatshirt for Lemoore.

She finds Bradley in her entryway, leaning against her front door and looking like a male model. His all-black outfit molded perfectly to his muscular body. The black boots and dark sunglasses hooked into his shirt only adds to the model off-duty vibe.

And when he looks up, smiling at her and immediately tucking his phone away? She’s pretty sure she deserves a commendation - maybe even the medal of honor - for not melting into a puddle on the door.

Mary shakily hands him his sweatshirt, which he throws over his shoulder before pulling her into a hug.

“Make sure Brigham drives safe; let me know when you guys get there, and I’ll talk to you later this week, okay?”

She nods against his chest, enjoying the warmth for as long as possible. “I will. Have fun at golf; let me know how badly Reuben does.”

“You know he’s going to be bad.”

“Yup!” She pops the last letter, resting her chin on his chest and smiling up at him. “If you could get a video of him getting mad at the golf ball as if it’s the ball’s fault and not his, Dani and I would greatly appreciate it.”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

“Thank you.” She pulls back, reaching around him to open the door. “Okay, I’m not kicking you out, but if you don’t leave, you’re going to be late, and Jake will have a conniption fit.”

“You’re right. As funny as it is to watch that vein in his forehead throb, I don’t want to deal with it today.” He bends down to press a lingering kiss to her temple, right on the tiny scar she got when she fell off her bike at eight. “I’ll talk to you later, honey.”

And then he’s gone, jogging down her front steps to the Bronco and waving before he backs out of the driveway.

Mary watches him go, not closing the door until he turns the corner. She only allows herself a few seconds to blush and bask in how the last twelve hours have gone.

How much better everything is now.

Then she’s pushing herself off the door and heading towards the bathroom to throw a load of laundry in so she can finish packing. And if she put her flight school sweatshirt in her bag? Knowing that she’s going to sleep in it every night, she’s in Lemoore just because it smells like Bradley? Well, that’s something just for her to know.

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[bharv]

oh, the ramble was incredibly useful! i have much to chew on now, i greatly appreciate it

it’s more of an internal criticism that sort of stems from oblique/tangential external… experiences? i guess you could say. they’re not necessarily criticisms, exactly, but moments where i miss my mark, and some of the layers of my jokes-that-aren’t-always-just-jokes get missed in social interactions. i’m not sure if you’re familiar with brennan lee mulligan and his monologues, but he says he struggles to not just talk like that all the time, and i feel somewhat similarly. how i write is very much how i think, and how i speak (though with writing i do have the power of editing), so how i feel about my flubs bleeds over. and some of that could certainly be a skill issue on the part of my audience, but the discordance between my delivery at times and what it is that i am actually saying does hinder comprehension some, i think.

this is hobby writing, yes, which is something i’ve come back to in full recently (my creative outlet for a good while was tabletop stuff, so all outlines and vibes, and concepts of plans, with the gaps to be filled in with improv), so i think part of it is noticing my deficits/certain skills that have atrophied due to disuse — which is also why i’m struggling to finish things in general probably, because i’ve not had to polish any work in a long time, lol. i am looking to challenge myself to a certain degree, like the writer’s equivalent of gentle physiotherapy just to tickle my brain a little and instil some self assurance.

do you have any exercises or resources in particular that you could recommend? i’m not hooked into any sort of writing resources, so i wouldn’t even know where to begin to look, or what keywords to smash into google to be perfectly honest with you.

and i really appreciate the reframing/reinforcement! it is usually a feature that i take pride in, and don’t often consider it a bug, but sometimes errors do crop up which makes me second guess myself. i think trepidation might be a more accurate word for what i’m feeling, actually, rather than just self-consciousness at large, now that i reflect on it more. something something the perpetual fear of being misconstrued, or whatever. which, y’know, is something that is totally outside of one’s control once they cast their words out into the void, but is still a fear nonetheless.

and again, thank you for your time and your in-depth response, you’ve very much helped assuage my concerns

Hello again anon!

There's some great books on writing, but one of the most useful practical ones for me was Steering the Craft by Ursula K LeGuin (which I think is about to be republished!)

This is an example exercise, to give you an idea:

Part one: Write a paragraph of narrative (150 words) that includes at least three repetitions of a noun, verb, or adjective (a noticeable word, not an invisible one like Was, Said, Did.) then for Part two: Write a paragraph to a page (200-300 words) in which you deliberately repeat the syntactical construction, or the exact rhythm, of a phrase or sentence several times (I'll put an example of this.) and then the big one, Part Three: Write a short narrative (350-1000 words) in which something is said or done, and then something is said or done that echoes or repeats it, perhaps in a different context or by different people, or on a different scale. You can combine parts of this exercise, or if you're feeling brave, combine all of them in one narrative.

A deliberate repeat might be something like this example: With her hands in her pockets, she walked to the door and faced the stranger. His eyes on her face, he stood there a moment and said nothing.

Other great books include Bird by Bird by Annie Lammot, Into the Woods by John Yorke, Big Magic by Elizabeth Gilbert, and A Swim in the Pond in the Rain by George Saunders. If you're looking for more structured genre advice, Story Genius and Save the Cat Writes a Novel both dive into the grit of structure, but I find they're at odds with my poetic soul lmao.

As for the trepidation... I feel with this the way I personally deal with it is the same I kind of deal with life. You can put forward your intentions but honestly people will meet it the way they want to, with their preconceptions and their own cultural understandings etc. It's interesting that you bring up Bleem because he's got a very similar communication style to me lol (I know he's not *out* as autistic HOWEVER...) but you know... he's extremely popular for a reason lol, and maybe it's not about being so hard on your style but just playing with the "music" of it. At the end of the day all you can do is put something out into the world and hope somebody gets what you want to say, but honestly the more you try to explain it, many times people will just listen less. You have to just let it go out there and hope for the best.

[imminent-danger-came]

Hi there! Anon sent reeling by S1E6 again! And I would just like to say that your response to my ask made me So Normal. Especially you bringing up S2E6, which is why I’m currently setting up a lawn chair here on the brink of insanity, because apparently I’m not going anywhere anytime soon. 

Because yes, you’re completely right about S2E6 demonstrating this cycle of pushing others away while pushing themselves towards greatness and accidentally leaving pain in their wake that MK and SWK have managed to stick themselves in, but ALSO now I can’t stop thinking about how we get Shadow Play IMMEDIATELY afterwards. 

Like… how much do you think Macaque had seen? Obviously he could see MK getting too caught up in his own head (*cough* and trauma *cough*) and shutting out his friends, but… how much had he seen seen, you know?

And now I also can’t stop thinking about how immediately after Shadow Play, we get To Catch a Leaf. Which is obviously an incredible episode in its own right, but it’s also the first episode since Minor Scale where MK is surrounded by his friends and he lets them help him. Because in S2E6, Mei and Sandy are with him, but he’s not really with them. He’s focused on getting stronger, to the point where he ignores them telling him exactly how to do so. And in the beginning of Shadow Play, we learn that he’s been further isolating himself off screen and blowing off activities with them so that he could focus on ‘[being] ready’. 

But then To Catch a Leaf happens. And it starts off with MK surrounded by the others, having recently done something fun (curses aside) with Mei, and it’s not a big deal. He’s not stressing about getting stronger or being ready, he’s just… there with them. Present and in the moment, at least as much as he can be, and it’s fine. He’s fine, and more importantly he seems to be letting them in and being a bit more open with them. 

And this carries on into 72 Transformations! Because obviously he still hasn’t told them The Thing, but he does go from ignoring/avoiding them while trying to get more powerful to calling them all up so that he can involve them. Figure at least some things out, together. And it drives me insane because he was getting better! He may very well have worked his way up to telling the others about LBD! But then she came a-knocking with more trauma, and it blasts him two steps back and it’s just… AHHH! He was SO CLOSE!!!

Also, side note: Do you think MK believes he has a body count? And I don’t even mean the nebulous potential casualties from all the recent disasters that MK blames himself for, I’m talking about Spider Queen specifically. Because MK isn’t an idiot. If he didn’t know she was dead (or whatever getting sucked into the furnace counts as) immediately after the sewers, he would have put two and two together after Destiny Fulfilled. And considering this is the guy who blames himself for DBK getting out despite knowing that SWK was right next to him in bird form the entire time, I don’t think it’s a stretch to say that he probably thinks it’s his fault. So… do you think it’s possible he sees himself as a murderer? Or, like, murderer adjacent? And if he does, how much more layered and messed up do you think that’d make the potential ‘Wukong reveals he killed Macaque’ moment?

Sorry for the long ask, the monkey show has changed me for better and worse. I will never be the same. *reclines on my lawn chair, gazing out over the precipice of madness with a thousand yard stare*

One: never apologize for a long ask, especially when it has so much good stuff in it! Two: I KNOW RIGHT. The monkey show really does change you for the better or for the worst. I'm still reeling from s4 and it's been 4 months, and then the s4 special came in and permanently altered my brain chemistry once again. I have a house next to this abyss.

ANYWAYS.

The back and forth of MK's character is one of my favorite things about lmk (of which I have many)! He takes 2 steps forward and then 4 steps back, and I think that's a testament to what getting better can look like—it's not linear. Sometimes, it's not even moving forward, and that's hard.

I think a great example of this "2 steps forward and then 4 steps back" phenomenon is MK's growth in Revenge of the Spider Queen:

MK starts believing in himself, smiling at that face in the mirror. It's not a strong belief, not yet, but it's a start. You can even see him making this attempt to improve in 2x01:

(this got a little long so everything else under the cut!)

MK: "Ah! Ugh, come on MK you can do this! Self-confidence! That's Monkey King 101!"

"Wait! I am worthy! Definitely worthy!" I'm Monkie Kid! Basically the new Monkey King—might have heard of me? You know, the next chapter? I'm totally worthy!"

(2x01 Sleep Bug)

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MK's even trying to mimic Monkey King here, the person he thinks he should be:

But then, as you've mentioned, LBD and 2x05 comes along.

And it's funny, because now we know MK did become more like Monkey King, just like he wanted, but it's in all the wrong ways.

((Kind of a side note: We also know that Monkey King couldn't have "picked the wrong successor", because there honestly wasn't another option for a successor to begin with. MK grappling with like, 3 levels of Wukong lies is what makes s2 so delicious to watch))

And then we have 2x06, and THEN 2x07, and I'm sure that's exactly why Macaque stepped in! He saw MK going down the same path Wukong did. The drive to become stronger, pushing his friends away—Macaque in Shadow Play knows exactly what he's talking about:

Macaque: "Well, with ol' Monkey King not around I thought someone should teach you a lesson! Ah MK, you really are dense, aren’t you. Haha, you saw a story about a hero who got handed everything, who didn’t have to work for anything, and you thought you were the other guy? The second the hero got real power, he couldn’t care less about his friends. That’s you bud." (2x07 Shadow Play)

("Everything I did was for us!" "You did it for yourself!" *head in my hands .png*)

Wukong leaves. That's what he does, and that's what he did to MK in both Revenge of the Spider Queen (leaving MK to fight Spider Queen and her mech alone) and 2x01.

And honestly, MK in s2 is simply doing his best to pick up the pieces, to be Monkie Kid alone, without SWK or even his friends. But it doesn't really work—hiding LBD's return from his friends didn't save them in 2x10, and it didn't stop the Lady Bone Demon, just like Wukong hiding LBD's return from MK didn't protect MK from any of it.

This pattern, of walking in Wukong's footsteps and making the same mistakes, keeps repeating itself.

MK's 2x08 parallel to Wukong in 3x10 is another good example of that.

MK's terrifying of hurting the people he cares about, so he leaves. He runs off, and this only hurts his friends further. ("Can't you see you're hurting the people who care about you the most?" and "I can’t risk hurting the people I care about—the one’s I have left.".)

And so, tying this all back to the s4 special, we're starting to see MK take 2 steps forward again:

MK: "You ever wish things will just stay like this, like they are right now?" Sun Wukong: "Pssshhkk, where's the fun in that?" Tang: "Uh um, Monkey King, we need to have a serious conversation about your idea of fun."

Mei: "At least we fixed something for a change, instead of destroying it!" MK: "Yeah! So long as we leave the world in better shape than we found it, then it's all good right?"

(4x14 Better Than We Found It)

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And I'm waiting for the eventual 4 steps back.

Because well..."At least we fixed something for a change, instead of destroying it"...it's not that they didn't fix anything, but plenty was broken:

Flower fruit mountain was destroyed. Azure died. Whoever orchestrated all of this is still out there.

So, MK's current answer to "doing what you think is right" leading "to pain" might just not hold up. Because well, MK can try, that's for sure, but all that effort might still not make it a net positive, you know?

I think MK will blame himself for Azure's death, for SURE tough. He might have residual guilt about Spider Queen and everyone else harmed along the way, but Azure is the one I'm certain on. MK feeling like he's a "murder adjacent" and that compounding with the "Wukong Murdered Macaque" reveal and being "just like Wukong"...OH BABY. IT'S ALL COMING TOGETHER.

Like,

MK: "I just- I just want to be me. To be MK!" Curse MK: "Yeah well...we all know exactly where that leads." LBD Voice Over: "To pain."

(4x07 Pitiful Creatures)

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Identity and destiny are very much intertwined in this show, and MK doing what he thinks is right and being himself leads to pain. That's exactly what happened to Azure—he took the Jade Emperor's throne to try and make the world a better place, but all he managed to do was barely fix what he himself had broken.

MK: "Yeah well...I'm kinda always the one getting the world in trouble to begin with so..."

(4x01 Familiar Tales)

-

All it's going to take is one antagonist speech towards MK that hits a little too close to home, and everything else is going to come crashing down.

I am very much getting geared up for my s5 lego tragedy, thank you very much!

[bluiex]

my brain is just filled with thoughts of pregnant Jimmy during the crossover. he’s barely showing before the hermits arrive/the rift festival (joel is the father so he knows, scott also knows because of his magic eye (you can’t tell me that jimmy and joel’s child wouldn’t have hella magic)) and no one suspects anything

when the hermits arrive, he’s about 2-3 months in and is showing a little. grian shows up in tumble town, does the whole ‘you’re not even safe in your own server’ speech, and then pauses. he stares at jimmy for a bit, before rushing forward and pulling him into a hug. jimmy is very confused before grian whispers to him “why the hell didn’t you tell me!? we’re talking about this properly later” and jimmy realises that he knows. (scars standing there very confused, and joel is slowly piecing together that grian knows)

grian is unnaturally clingy with jimmy, confusing the hell out of everyone. jimmy decides that that’s the perfect time to tell everyone that he’s pregnant and everyone freaks (in a good way). i’m just imagining the entire server just doting on jimmy and giving him gifts (which avian brain appreciates)

when they all go through to hermitcraft, jimmy’s about 7-8 months and is very tired. he just wants this whole pregnancy thing to be over. grian instantly takes jimmy to the entity, to grian’s nest (let’s pretend all the shulkers aren’t there lmao) and just puts him in it, not allowing anyone in (because jimmy’s his flock and bird brain must protect flock and egg). this works until a very angry blazeborn is threatening to burn down the server if he doesn’t get to see his mate (i am a big fan of joel being a blazeborn, it also means that jimmy has a type lmao). joel is allowed into the nest and jimmy instantly drags him in and demands cuddles, putting his wings over joel so he has no way to escape. joel just gives jimmy all his warmth (even though the egg isn’t out yet, he’s still gotta keep it warm).

- a new anon, is 🥀 taken? if so then 🪺, 🐚, or 🏵 is good! (also sorry for the long ask!)

The wilted rose and star flower thingy is taken, so the other two will work perfectly!

AAAHHH I LOVE IT I LOVE IT

Okay Joel being blazeborne I think fits him so well.. Cuz he's just prone to those out bursts that come with being blazeborne lmao

AND JIMMY. BEING SO DOTED ON AAAH

Grian definitely becoming so protective of him and only letting Jimmy and Joel inside the neat <333

[m1ckeyb3rry]

First of all NEW PFP ALERT!!!!

SHSHSH I saw that one user’s (I-am-so-strange) ask and your response and omg my five seconds of fame /j but I’m happy to be of service o7 honestly a win-win I get to contribute a bit to the community and it gives me a chance to brush up on reading too LMAO glad that people can enjoy the translations!! I found it kinda weird that like no one’s posted any translations for this volume?? Even like the usual people so I’m filling their shoes for now LOL

In the process of writing up Barou’s now!! Also do you prefer I send it in bit by bit or do you wanna wait for me to finish all the chapters before sending them?

HAHAHA Mira touches grass guys gotta respect that (fr take your time responding though LOL) it’s ok I’m covering your touching grass moments with chronically online speed but LMFAOO BAROU EVIL IN A CUNTY WAY so true

I’ve never thought of using LinkedIn that’s so smart….

Karasu’s are never escaping the bird fate it’s quite literally just in their family lineage…I definitely had a flower symbolism phase at some point it’s so interesting!!

LMAOOO no stupid baby childhood Karasu>>>> me personally I love seeing all aspects of a character you could literally write him babbling as an infant and I’d be like omg new lore drop

Ooooh you’re right….Idk about any of the like pay logistics but that makes sense!! I can’t imagine them having Reo narrate everything especially since a good portion of the confrontation is between Shidou and Kunigami so!!

LMFAOOOOO I think either way we can agree elderly Otoya is getting some Weirdass hair LMAO that would actually be so funny like imagine the strip is green tinted like a grass stain or a light gray ish and the rest of his hair is still like white that would actually be hilarious

Ok well good to know nothing special was going on LMAO either way it doesn’t really affect me at all I just thought it was weird oops

SHSHSH YOURE TOO KIND but you as well!!! <3 Big brain Mira on the grind providing Karasu (and Otoya and bllk generally) nation with literary masterpieces>>>

-Karasu anon

YESS you are an icon 🤩 but yeah i’ve noticed there hasn’t been much in the way of translations/people posting anything abt the lns besides the images…maybe because they’re all most unpopular characters?? besides barou ig but even then he’s not a ton of people’s fav

whatever is easier for you works for me!! idm either way 😄

HAHHA i’ve been touching grass too much i haven’t been writing either…i will get back on the karasu grind soon though trust

yesss i just like layering in different levels of symbolism so the more you look into it the more hints are dropped abt what’s going to happen!! and omg linkedin is so useful lowkey i love using it to stalk people

BABY KARASU IS SO CUTE he’s not quite a babbling infant but he’s a dumbass toddler so close enough LMAOAOA it truly is a lore drop though heheh we love all forms of karasu here

idk if that’s actually what it is but being abt pay would make sense to me!! and i think the only way a reo narration would make sense would be if it’s like him talking over a montage?? idk why they’d do that though but maybe that’ll be their workaround if they don’t have kunigami’s actor there at all. they definitely are going to mention it because we saw him at the end of s1 so ig we’ll see!!

ELDERY OTOYA IS GOING TO BE GOOFY NO MATTER WHAT his undercut hair is green too so he’s going to look like crest scope toothpaste or smth once he’s old

HAHA i do my best 🙏🏻 haven’t been on the grind the last couple of days like i said but never fear i have not abandoned karasu/otoya/bllk nation i will be back 🤩👆🏻

[me-a-mess-morelikelythanyouthink]

Not your seed angst sounds wonderful! I was gonna draw Roman singing about Workin' Boys while Remus and Janus are tied up in the corner. (Which, I just realized, if Logan is Paul and Janus is Emma, this is technically a Loceit au? I don't really dabble in any Janus ships other than dukeceit or the occasional moceit, but hey! They work together!) Also I wanna draw the scene where Ted is like "now Imma go hit on that crabby barista" but I don't know who Charlotte should be (1/2) - 🐦

(2/2) Also, again, should Remy be Deb or Sam? I’m thinking Deb, but Remy also wears sunglasses and I ship remile, so if I end up making Emile Charlotte it would work, but then again Remy isn’t a huge asshole and I like the Remy/Deb dynamic. And how would we deal with double casting? Are Zoey and Nora just the sides with hats on? Or do the characters that aren’t sides just stay themselves??? Maybe that

i would like to preface this with you are VERY big brain. Second of all- Roman singing Workin’ Boys is- yes. I love that. I love that so much. ESPECIALLY with Remus and Janus tied up in the corner bc honestly? That’s probably canon.

Also you’re right abt Loceit. It’s not one of my “main” ships (I love dukeceit too!) but honestly one of @/coconut-cluster’s au and also my friend Jonny’s fic is- SO GOOD that like I wouldn’t mind writing it...

Remy has been stumping me too because I LOVE Remile, but Sam is v much an asshole. But Remy/Deb is such a cool dynamic and like !!!

And double casting- hmmmmm it depends on which characters we’re talking about, but maybe some other characters from the TSShorts or Cartoon therapy could work? Depending on character ofc.

But the idea of sides in different hats is so good as well.

[uswnt-has-my-heart]

We're gonna be reliant on other people for wedding photos. We may get one (1) wedding check in from sue and a single mirror selfie of the two of them from megan. There'll be no mystery as to what shoes they're wearing anyway! Megan's pic will probably be of them in their pjs after all the festivities, they have form in it - I still haven't forgiven them for not giving us a full length photo of the two of them at ali and ash's wedding.

wait—A WEDDING CHECK IN WOULD KILL ME OMG🥺🥺🥺

[mirangel]

Bird Venti/Barbados on his mating season (bc he canonically have bird wings, with his Archeon form.) please this has been inside my head for weeks now, and Zhongli/Morax as a substitute (please ignore/burn it, if this if it's too weird)

-😊🔪 (new anon)

mating season with zhongli and venti !

cw: no foreplay, overstimulation, multiple creampies, double dick

written by a minor, dni if uncomfortable

for venti, mating season makes him so much more livelier, not just during sex! he’s so active, preparing songs dedicated to you and singing them constantly, preparing what he calls a “nest” which is really just an elaborate pillow fort with a blanket full of clothes. he’s so affectionate too, always clinging onto you no matter the time of day. not to mention he’s so much more flashy, he shows off to you constantly, but he’s arguably so much worse in bed!

venti takes the initiative, his desperate desire and intuition to breed you full takes over his brain! he jumps onto you without hesitation the minute you get close to the nest he’s created. stripping the two of you with abandon, rutting into you without even any prep at all! he’s just so horny all he can think of is your tight hole! it hurts so bad but it feels so good at the same time, he peppers your face with kisses, and he cums so quickly he can’t stop himself!

venti can’t stop himself from cumming, so minutes later he cums again, and an hour later the both of you are so overstimulated, all you can think about is sex! he then reminds you that this is gonna happen for the next two weeks, but he assures you that you can handle it!

zhongli is so so possessive!! he never lets you out of his sight! he always has an arm around you, and even though he has a calm facade, he’s so so horny!! he wants to bend you over and fuck you right then and there!! he also takes the time to prepare a nest for the both of you, but it’s surrounded by things more debauched than the ameno god’s nest, like your recently used underwear stained with his cum! when it’s time for his heat, he prefers to coax you into your shared nest with words, his lust filled eyes boring into your soul, waiting to devour you.

he’ll give you the best oral of your life! zhongli makes you cum at least thrice with his ever so skilled tongue before he even fucks you! he’s so desperate he’s rutting into the bedsheets, but your pleasure comes first! once he believes you’re throughly prepared, he’ll bully one of his big fat cocks into you, the other rested on your stomach, as if it’s reminding you of how big he is! he mumbles about making you his mate, how perfect you are for him.

cum leaks from your hole by the time he’s done with you for the night, even though he’s plugged you up with his cock so nice! he says that maybe you’re ready for his other cock as well, it’s your duty as his mate after all!

the research i had to do for venti’s is insane but it was so worth it! i’m always such a big fan of anything related to the archons and mating season, more sex ideas!!!

[februaryflowers]

game over

order up: a coconut bubble tea for jeonghan and anon!

a fluff established relationship au

check out the carat writers club summer fair event!

warnings: kissing

fluff, 754 words, soulmate + boyfriend!jeonghan x reader

a/n: everything in italics is unspoken/internal dialogue between reader + jeonghan bc they’re soulmates with soulmate telepathy :]

Jeonghan kicks your leg gently from the side, trying to catch your attention. This was supposed to be a date just for the two of you after you finished your finals, but your best friend, his roommate Seungcheol, somehow managed to sneak in. 

You just couldn’t say no when Seungcheol looked at you with his puppy dog eyes and said that he had nothing to do on this perfectly fine Friday night. Besides, he likes to nag, and after bribing Jeonghan with a really nice dinner yesterday, he somehow convinced your boyfriend to play a video game with him on the couch, which brings you to the current moment.

It’s certainly fun to watch them bicker and for Seungcheol to repeatedly school Jeonghan. But, at least for your boyfriend, there are many more things he’d rather be doing. It’s too bad he got guilt tripped by the hot pot bill.

The third nudge finally tears your eyes from the screen. When his gaze locks with yours, he raises an eyebrow.

“Can you help me?” his thoughts ask.

Hearing his inner voice in your head causes you to lean back with wide eyes. It’s been so long since you’ve heard his consciousness. You found out a few years ago you were soulmates so it just wasn’t necessary anymore, and you preferred verbal communication for the important stuff anyway. 

Your brain lets out a laugh into Jeonghan’s. “How do you suggest I do that? Besides maybe I like watching you lose,” you tease back. 

“What a great partner you are.” Even though you’re talking through your soulmate telepathy, Jeonghan lets out a sarcastic eye roll.

“I’m not hearing any ideas, big shot.”

“Well, you could—”

Seungcheol interrupts Jeonghan’s thoughts when he jumps up, pumping his fist. “Ha!” he exclaims before he continues to excitedly ramble about how Jeonghan finally sucks at something. 

Meanwhile, your boyfriend sends you a pointed look. “Please, just do something,” he begs. “If I could get on the ground I would grovel on my knees, just do something.”

“Fine,” you relent, giving him a taste of his own medicine with a playful eye roll before you stand and move to sit next to Seungcheol. “Hey, Cheol?” you ask.

“Hm? What’s up?” he hums as he selects the next round on the TV and his thumbs begin to furiously tap the buttons on the controller when the game starts. 

“You took sociology last year right? I just remembered my essay is due tonight; could you take a look?”

“In a minute. When’s it due?” he asks, eyes still glued to the screen and his fingers not ceasing their mile a minute movements despite your conversation, all while he still is destroying your boyfriend somehow.

Pretending to check your phone for the time, you gasp. “In half an hour!” 

Seungcheol lets out an exasperated sigh, putting down the controller. “You’re still doing everything last minute?”

“Hey! Why so mean? Besides, you’re one to talk.”

Giving you a fond yet tired smile, he gets off the couch and wags his fingers in your direction. “Do you want me to look or not?”

“Yeah, hold on. Can I borrow your laptop?”

He heads for his room to get his device while you move closer to Jeonghan, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Happy?”

“Very,” he snickers, draping an arm behind you.

He leans forward to meet your lips, but when you can feel the breath of his exhale against your skin, he suddenly freezes and glances up. 

“If you love birds wanted some alone time, you could’ve just said so,” Seungcheol huffs, having come out with his laptop, before he turns back around. When he reaches the mouth of the hallway, he turns to you both on the couch and squints. “Well played, y/n…well played.”

You chuckle and blow him a silly kiss, hoping to cool his fussy temper, which seems to work as Seungcheol pretends to take it from the air, tucking it in his pocket before he goes to his room. Now with you all to himself, Jeonghan pouts, tugging your arm. 

“What? You want one too?” you ask, quirking your eyebrow. “After what I just did for you?”

He chuckles, shifting closer to you and changing the screen to display a show you’d been wanting to check out. “It’s for your own good, too.” Bringing a hand to your jaw and turning your face towards his, he presses his lips against yours, breathing out, “Because I can’t do this if he’s here.”

[yanban-san]

GENUINELY LOVE THE MENTAL IMAGE OF DARLING GOING INTO THE TUNNELS, PRACTICALLY RIPPING OFF THEIR UNIFORM (like that one meme of the dude ripping off his pants, you know the one) AND BEING LIKE "SOMEBODY BUTPREFERABLYABIGSCARYMONSTER(S?) COME FUCK THISSSSS-" CICADA STYLE HRHJREKMSGD-- hopefully emmets tucked all the joltiks to bed or some shit before they bust in koolaid man style to lovingly fuck darlings brains out but Yknow. something something closing the door so the hypothetical cat can't get in and interrupt adjacent or however it goes, because the universe cock blocking them despite/possibly IN SPITE of all their in general powers is really funny, if only for The Bit™ - feather anon

Alternate to Ingo just holding back his brother the last time-

You just kept going on and on and on about how much you (didn't) want to be fucked silly by some hot monsters in the Subway-

“Man, it sure would suck if some beautiful, handsome, monstrous creature emerged from the darkness and just decided to ravish poor little me- I’m all alone down here, no one’s looking for me, and I’m so weak I’d never be able to defend myself! Man, that would really suck, wouldn’t it?”

Yea, you thought- It would suck almost as much as I wanna suck some monster di-

And all of a sudden you had the wind knocked out of you- as you were suddenly engulfed in a flurry of brilliant. White. Feathers.

It was so soft- Too soft, Impossibly soft, you found yourself thinking- And two arms pinned you down and you felt more... things caressing the edges of your skin, working their way under your shirt and belt- what felt like hands and- claws and silky, silky fur and feathers-

“Are you sure that would be so bad?” It asked you, the voice sounded whiny- Like you’d hurt it’s feelings somehow-

You coughed, your eyes gradually coming back into focus- Holy Fuck. A Monster! A real, actual monster! And a really pretty one at that- It looked so strangely angelic, so oddly divine- And it wore a pretty white mask over it’s face, with several eye-slots it looked like- When it spoke, the mouth moved- wearing the most eager smile you ever saw. That’s weird, you thought- It almost reminded you of Station Master Emmet-

And suddenly, out of seemingly nowhere- A fuckton of Joltiks descended.

It was dad! Their Divine Protector, God-Guardian of the Spiders! Guy with the batteries! Fluffy! The big fluffy bird man they loved! He was here! They needed to pay their respects and show him how much they appreciate him!

And Emmet can’t stop the poor little things! They just keep coming and they don’t stop coming, and he doesn’t want to hurt them! They’re his beloved pokemon! They trust and adore him! But got damn he wants to fuck you-

You think perhaps the Joltiks are trying to defend you? But no- they swarm you as well! Joltiks are everywhere. You smell like the bird guy! The bird guy seems to like you! The Joltiks must show you that they love you as well!

You can’t help but giggle at the sensation of like. a thousand Joltiks crawling all over your skin. But you try to get up- And the shambling monstrous creature in front of you apologizes awkwardly, and- more Joltiks. And Galvantulas now too! Are swarming the tunnel. Wonderful.

Ingo is watching in mild bemusement; he knows he’ll be swarmed by the spiders as well if he steps out, but he sees you practically swimming in the little spiders, desperately avoiding stepping on any of them and cautiously trying to move- to some surface- not being occupied- by the little guys.

This isn’t good- you could be electrocuted! So Ingo snaps his fingers and-

You’re back in the Gear Station lobby.

God fucking dammit, you swear to yourself-

No. You met the monster and it was totally down to fuck. You’re gonna fuck that monster, and nothing but Divine Intervention is going to stop you.

Wait-

> because the universe cock blocking them despite/possibly IN SPITE of all their in general powers is really funny, if only for The Bit™ - 

The universe is cock blocking them? Of course it is, Feather Anon! After all, Arceus told them they weren’t allowed in it’s creation, and yet- Arceus looks down over Unova after a massive magical anomaly causes a Subway System to manifest in the region, not to mention Dialga getting bullied by eldritch entities-

And sees the two assholes he specifically said were not allowed in his creation. Running around like they own the damn place.

Arceus doesn’t want to intervene itself, so why not annoy the shit out of them back? They aren’t trying to destroy the universe- Nor are they rewriting time and space, so why not just mess with them? After all, Arceus- It’s the Avatar of the Divine Force that created this realm- It can cockblock whoever the fuck it wants to. :)

[husbandohunter]

You want Vitamin F, then let me supply you one;

Genshin boys transform into cats.

A Furry Predicatment [Cat Genshin Impact x Gn!Reader]

♤♡◇♧☆

Synopsis: Venturing to Springvale the boys inhale the fairy dust that turns people into cats, now they must endure the consequences.

Characters: Diluc, Kaeya, Xiao, Albedo, Zhongli, Childe, Venti

(A/n): My student just sent me a video of her cat. I think thats a sign anon. This was meant to be written. part 2 here :P

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[Diluc]

The grumpy cat (to no one's surprise) who wears the same iconic frown with the same matching gloomy eyes. He's grumpy about this outcome in particular, plus the fact he can't even voice his frustrations except for meowing noises and the endless craving for raw fish. RAW, how despicable.

The maids were looking for Master Diluc except that he was already there...in your arms. Just like his hair, his fur is the fluffiest as if he were a gigantic ball of hilichurl hair. You would nuzzle your face into it because he just feels so warm!

Absolutely will NOT live like a cat. The uncrowned king of Mondstadt refuses to drink water from a bowl. He cannot eat anything unless you feed him with utensils. NO, no he will not shove his mouth into the plate, its uncultured and unsanitary.

He never though taking baths would be so nerve-wracking (cat instincts). It was terrible, choosing between the feeling of water against his body or licking his paws to clean himself (a much more comfortable choice). This kind of lifestyle was miserable.

~xx~

[Kaeya]

The mischievious cat (oh no) cue pink panther music, he's the Tom with Jerry's brains. Unlike Diluc, Kaeya will ultimately fall into his cat instincts and somehow uses it to his advantage.

You bet he's gonna spy on people. At night he would jump upon the rooftops to peek through Goth Grand Hotel's windows (watching closely at the Fatui), until the Darknight Hero comes in. Diluc knows it's Kaeya, it's rather uncanny how he does it, hence the cat runs away immediately.

The type to lick you upon contact. You think this was a quirk that came with the spell but he was actually doing it on purpose. Usually targets the neck because he could get a reaction out of you (ohoho you're tickilish there eh?)

As he is roaming out on the streets, always manages to escape the dogs. Kaeya knows his way around the city like the back of his hand, he enjoys watching them bark endlessly while he licks his paws in a mocking manner. Until one of them hopped up, now things got tricky. Basically Kaeya gets himself to alot of trouble as a cat, the worst part was when a bunch of kids started to join in too.

~xx~

[Xiao]

The fiesty cat (he was always a fiesty cat) who hisses alot. Even his fur stands up like a porcupine when expressing his distastefulness. The way he meows almost sounds like a low growl, bares his fangs as if he were a thirsty vampire. Will scare alot of people away with his behaviour, even dogs.

But damn he would make a pretty cat. Golden eyes, dark green stripes and teal fur, the purple diamond still tattooed between where his eyebrows once were, it didn't take long for Verr Goldet to realize that was Xiao.

And the worst nightmare of all, while Cat Xiao roams around the city at night he happened to attract alot of other stray cats who lived in the streets. They were very attracted to his beauty, cornering him until there was no where to run, that was the only situation where Xiao was scared enough to run away.

His ears are the most sensitive. He can't help but purr whenever you pet between them. Though if anyone were to grab his tail, the outcome would not be very pleasant...

~xx~

[Albedo]

The curious cat (who does not die) that will appear from every corner, silently, mysteriously as if he teleported. Once Lisa found him between the bookshelves of her Library while seeing a pile of books stacked upon the floor. Before she could shoo him out, she realized that the cat was way too smart to be a mere cat and quickly deciphered that it was the Chief Alchemist.

Of course no one else in Mondstadt knew it was Albedo, they thought you just had a very talented pet. Margaret even decided to put him against Prince to see who's cat was the best. It wasn't even a competition. Catbedo could paint a picture just by using his paws.

But Klee found out eventually (she deserved to know). She would open her drawer, take out her bow and stick them upon his fur. It seems that Albedo can never get a break when it was against his little sister, she will find indulging activities to do without consent.

Astounded by the sheer talent your cat possessed, the Knights of Favonius offered to hire your cat to be trained as a Knight Cat because animals are very good at deciphering clues for investigation. Oh how unaware they were.

[Zhongli]

The type of cat for crazy cat ladies. It's the vibe he gives being an old man ranging to a thousand years. Zhongli is very behaving, very considerate and very calm in his cat form. His favourite activity is to snuggle upon your lap while you quietly read a book.

He is indeed a tall black cat. Has incredible and refined posture and if he were to stand up on his hind legs, he can even reach as far as the kitchen counter! Though he does not like the fact that he sheds so much fur, it leaves a huge mess behind him (in which you had to clean up)

Zhongli decided to venture into Liyue's streets and see what it's like to be a cat. He starts communicating with some of them, speaking his cat language (meow meowmewomewo? meeoooow). Needless to say, the cats had no idea what he was saying.

If there were any cat-related dish he eats, it has to be sushi. Raw sashimis if possible. You worry if the choice was even healthy for a cat but you remembered that he was still a god. He'll be fine, right?

[Childe]

The annoying cat (that you must take care of, remember) whos a little too impulsive for his own good. Childe finds the excitement running through him whenever he spots a mouse, a squirrel or even a bird. One moment he's in your arms, the next he just leapt high into the air and running into the streets.

Adventurous as always. You take him to the pond to get some fresh air. Childe is not afraid of water, at all. He plays a game with the fishes, trying to see how much he can catch in one swipe. You had to keep a close eye on him otherwise he'd fall in and drown.

Loves climbing trees but shortly realizes that he can't get down. You tell him to jump but he feels hesitant so you had to climb up and get him. However, now the two of you were stuck and Zhongli had to get you both down one at a time.

Childe has the prettiest blue eyes as a cat. They were big and bright, almost feminine. But you knew that look was the look of upcoming trouble.

[Venti]

Oh God Barbatos.

Venti can't stop sneezing. His own fur is all over the place and he just couldn't catch a break (or a breath). Every second he will hiss-sneeze, they sounded like dying noises.

You had to get him to Lisa as fast as possible otherwise the death of Barbatos would have been caused by his own self.

[imagineanime2022]

Unknown Known Threat

Rumi Usagiyama (Mirko) X Male!Reader

Word Count: 1109

Requested: Anon

Request: If you're ever running low on requests I got you kinda my thinggggg. Anyways could I request a Miriko (and any other characters that you may want to add) x preferably male reader that got taken hostage for about two years by an underground organization and came back a completely different person than they once knew?

Rumi had long since given up on ever hearing from or about you. You had disappeared two years ago and they had lost the trail of the organization that had taken you hostage, they never made any demands or gave a ransom so it was clear that they had wanted you at the time and she had failed to get you back. She could never think of any reason that they had wanted you, you weren’t a hero, you did have a strong quirk but you never really used it to no one knew of it, you were often mistaken for quirkless.

After 2 years she finally did hear something though, it came from Hawks who informed her that he had managed to get a hold of someone that he thought she might want to see, he was being coy and refused to give a name over the phone, her curiosity got the better of her and she ended at Hawks’ agency so that they could go to Tartarus. When hey got there they already had whoever they had come to see in the room waiting for them “Bird brain your back! I assume you want to ask me more questions, you being reinforcements this time?” She couldn’t believe her ears, she hadn’t heard your voice in so long and when she looked up she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. “Oh sorry that was rude, Keigo right?” “How do you know that?” He asked through gritted teeth. “As soon as you connect to the network you know everything.” You winked. “His quirk allows him to use any electronic connection to control devices or collect information from them.” Rumi spoke up. “Are you really just going to out me like that?” You asked, eyes moving over to her and you didn’t even seem to falter, she would have said that you didn’t recognise her if it wasn’t for the smirk that sat firmly on your lips and the spark in your eyes. “What happened to you?” She asked as she walked closer, you leaned forward in your chair and shrugged. “Some call it reformation, I call it adapting.” You answered leaning back in your chair “oh full disclosure I have 5 escape plans 3 of them involve letting every person in this place out so don’t piss me off too much alright?” “You can’t get out, those cuffs-” “Are defective.” You shook your wrists and the cuff fell off “but I have like half an hour to kill so ask your questions.” “Who took you?” Hawks asked and you looked at him. “Doesn’t matter they aren’t alive anymore.” You answered resting your chin on your hand as you smiled, it was soft and it reminded Rumi of some of the more domestic memories she had with you. “You killed them?” Hawks asked. “Of course I did.” You rolled your eyes “it took a lot of planning to take out a group that big but I did it.” “Are you expecting praise?” Hawks asked. “Not from you.” You smirked as your eyes moved to Rumi “you remember you told me that strong people rely on no one but themselves? Guess I’m pretty strong now.” “That’s not what I meant, don’t you want to come home?” She asked. “Hun if I wanted to come home I wouldn’t have bothered climbing the criminal ladder.” You sighed as you looked at the glass behind them “times up.” you disappeared the only evidence that you had been there at all was the smoke and the scorch mark on the floor.

“You took your time.” Dabi glared at you as you climbed into the car on the other side of the bridge to Tartarus. “Well you guys were the ones that wanted the plans for the prison, it took longer than I thought considering I had to hide what I had taken.” You argued. “Mm. Did you enjoy seeing your girlfriend again?” Dabi asked as Spinner started the car. “Would you enjoy seeing dear old dad again?” You asked and his gaze hardened still. “Be careful I could still kill you, whether you're part of Redestro’s trusted group or not.” Dabi warned. “Yeah and if I was scared of death I would have stayed in prison.” You passed him the USB with the plans that you had stolen before disappearing again.

Rumi looked at the space that used to be occupied by you “I thought that seeing you would have helped him.” Hawks sighed as the door opened revealing the police officers that were watching the exchange. “He's too far gone now.” Rumi answered. “You don’t think that we can bring him back?” Hawks asked. “Why did he stay so long if he didn't want your help?” “I don’t know… He’s not the same man that went missing 2 years ago, I don’t know anything about him, what he does and the way he thinks is nothing like the person that I lost.” Rumi answered. “So what? You’re giving up?” Hawks asked. “This is the closest I’ve been to bringing him home in years of course I’m not giving up.” Rumi pumped her first as she looked at the scorch mark on the floor. “Well then I’ll leave him to you.” Hawks winked “I gotta go, man this is going to be a lot of paperwork.” “Good luck.” Rumi waved him off.

Hawks pulled out his phone the moment that he was high enough in the sky “you get out okay?” He asked. “I’m fine bird brain.” Your voice emitted from the speaker. “I’m back at the hideout.” “Good now stay there, she’s looking for you.” He informed you. “Now who’s fault is that?” You asked. “If I didn’t bring her, it would have looked suspicious.” Hawks argued, he heard you shuffle. “Yeah, yeah whatever but the next time you pull a stunt like that I’ll roast you and feed you to your biggest fans.” You threatened, hanging up the phone. “Pleasure.” Hawks muttered, stuffing the phone back into his pocket.

You leaned back in the chair, the light from the monitors showing you a few agency buildings “lay low.” You mumbled, shuffling through pages on your desk before smiling when you pulled out the file you wanted “I can still have some fun from here.”

*Part 2*

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