#brain too hungry to meow

[moeblob]

The "problem" with drawing for 4hours on stream is I have more than one thing to post. So here's another thing.

Asmodeus♡ might not WANT to be town fisher but at this rate how dare they still disrespect his catches. Even if you don't like fish how DARE you be rude to his work.

[obeymehymnbo]

Finally writing down a headcanon thing because the brain said so. This is the first time I'm trying out this kinda format so bear with me. 🙏

How I think the brothers would react to the MC trying a certain tactic on them to get what they want.

"Heyyy, [Brother Name], you know I love you soooooo much, right? I love you so so so much! My dearest beloved!! I just love you sooo much, you're so amazing!"

Lucifer

A look immediately crosses his face. Really? You're doing this now?

He tries not to sigh exasperatedly. He loves you, he does, but this is just annoying. Maybe a little bit endearing.

"What do you want, MC?"

He has heard this many times before from his brothers. Just wishes you'd get on with it, be blunt with what you want.

"You don't have to do this to get what you want, you know that, right?"

Mammon

Is the most likely to have this method work on him, honestly.

Tries to remain cool but his blushing gives him away easily.

"Well, of course ya love me, everybody loves The Great Mammon!"

Folds to anything you want from him, especially if he gets to spend the day with you as a result.

"Listen up, 'cause I'm only sayin' this once: I love ya, too, MC. Anythin' ya want, it's yours."

Leviathan

Instantly thinks you want something, because why else would you be saying this?

Of course, there's no other explanation, he's only loveable when he's good for something, after all.

"You want something, don't you? There's no way you actually love me that much! Why would you actually love a loser like me?"

You likely end up just comforting him and reassuring him that you actually love him instead of getting anything, honestly.

"If you want something, just ask, don't try to trick me with lies and betrayal!"

Satan

Knows you want something but plays along anyway, finding it entertaining.

Thinks it's cute you think this would work on him, he's not Mammon.

"I love you, too, MC. Of course I know I'm amazing, thank you."

Would fold in a heartbeat if you meowed at him, which you eventually end up doing.

"Tch, you little... What is it you want? Anything and it's yours."

Asmodeus

Loves the attention, wishes you'd be like this way more often.

Also thinks you're absolutely adorable. Why go through all this trouble? Surely you know he'd give you what you want regardless.

"Oh, MC, I love you, too! You're just too cute, I could eat you up!~"

You do get what you want, at the price of spending all day at Asmo's whim. But, surely you saw this coming? That's why you came to him!

"We should go to that store next! Oh, then the spa! This is so fun, MC, we really need to do this more often~"

Beelzebub

Gives you his signature closed eye, bright smile, puppy look.

Is happy that you love him, because he loves you, too. However, this sounds very familiar to him.

"I love you, too, MC. But... what do you want? You sound kind of like Belphie right now."

Beel is happy to give you what you want, all you have to do is ask. He deeply cares for you, after all, so he really wouldn't mind.

"Can we go to Hell's Kitchen after? I'm hungry and they have a new item on the menu. We should try it together."

Belphegor

Knows what you're trying to do and is not fooled or swayed whatsoever.

He's very familiar with this song and dance, being the youngest. This is one of his favorite methods, actually.

"You know that isn't going to work, right? 'Do not cite the deep magic to me, witch. I was there when it was written'."

Convinces you to cuddle him for a bit if you really want something from him. End up stuck cuddling him all day as a result.

"Stop complaining, you knew this was going to happen. Now shut up, good pillows don't talk..."

[mullermilkshake]

Milk for pussy cats

Yakuza!Choso x reader Tags: Yakuza AU, 80’s Japan, fluff, lots and lots of cats, cuteness overload, kittens

When you agreed to go on another date with Choso, he didn’t think that taking you to see the cats he grew up chasing.

Luckily, the majority of them weren’t in the sewer when he eventually found them. Part of him hiding what dingy doings he did just to pass the time.

That and fighting, though he was thankful that you hadn’t seen any more of his battle scars just yet, besides the one across his nose.

Chose assumed you’d run a mile when he came forward honestly with his feelings, that you would take any chance to pull away in disgust. But you didn’t.

In fact, you were far too good for him, watching the world go by and subtly slipping your soft hand into his as the sky grew darker.

There was still much you needed to heal from, losing your ex the way that you did and all that blood. Choso dreaded to think what was rushing around your brain with memories and feeling a that he just couldn’t comprehend or assist with.

But he could give you his love. He hoped that was enough and that you'd receive it with open arms when you were ready.

“It’s just down there.”

You smiled and eyed the direction of his finger. “I’m not usually a surprise type of person you know? I’m too impatient.”

“Almost there,” Choso said, taking you across the street to the nearest convenient store. “We just need something to bring with us, we can’t go empty handed.”

Your eyes widened with curiosity. “I’m guessing you won’t give me any clues?”

Choso let go of your hand and made his way to the back of the store. “I’m hoping this is a hint for you.”

A carton of milk.

"Milk?"

Choso was nervous for a moment. Would you think he was weird, or a guy who just liked to drink a carton of milk in the street? You expression did not say that at all, it was like the cogs in your brain was turning and working it all out.

You didn't give him an answer, just the cutest smile he'd ever seen. "This way, right?"

He nodded and watched you wander down past the store and towards the alley, looking close to the floor and almost tiptoeing along the brick until you were met with a corner.

"I knew it," you were grinning, crouching down before Choso even made it there. "I love cats!"

Choso let the breath he was holding, the cats were a good idea though he had many questions rolling over in his brain on the way over here because he wasn't sure if you were allergic or just hated cats.

What if this date resulted with you in the hospital over night because Choso just wasn't good enough to take you to the posh places and had you rolling about in the street with cat hair that could have hurt you.

To hear you loved them was the best case scenario.

"I'm gad you do, they're all over the city so I bring them milk and food so they don't go hungry." he didn't dare explain the extent of his relationship with these cats, growing up chasing them and giving them a home and miniature village in the sewers out of cardboard boxes.

You turned to look at him, letting one of the cats rub up against your hand absentmindedly. "You take care of them all? That's the nicest thing I think I've ever heard. They get treated so badly here, especially around the clubs and bars, it's nice to hear that someone else feels the same way I do about them."

Pulling out a dish from his pocket, Choso nodded and couldn't think of the words to produce from his lips that would not make him a fumbling idiot.

So he just poured the milk and watched the cats flock over. Ten of them meowing and stretching in the little nook away from the hustle of the street like they always did when Choso found them.

"Oh!" something had caught your attention, "look, that one has babies. They're so cute!"

Choso hadn't realised she'd had her kittens yet, "Let's give her some milk, I haven't seen her for a while, she's probably hungry."

The cat in particular was a veteran with Choso, one of the first of many that he caught with his bare hands as he was growing up. She was a quick one, clever too and loved to sit upon his lap when the nights got too cold down there in the sewer whenever Choso found himself below ground.

Like a proud father, he watched her nurse her babies and rubbed right under her chin for good luck. "Good girl."

"Thanks for this, Choso. This was a nice date."

That was good news, right? It meant you wanted to do something else with him, that was the best sign he could have hoped for.

"With everything that happened last year, I didn't think I would find someone who made me feel safe again, and you changed my mind completely."

You looked at him with such adoration, half lidded eyes with a cat snuggled on your lap. Did he appear to look at you the same way? He was most definitely looking at you like that in his heart.

Feeling safe was something Choso didn't have much to do with growing up, not until he found his brothers and Yuji to fill part of the void he was never given.

Before long, in his own trance, Choso hadn't realised that you were leaning into him and getting closer to his face. He wasn't sure how to approach it. If he turned in, it might throw you off unless you initiated what looked to be a kiss.

He could not run that risk of it not being a kiss, then you would think he was odd and run off never to see him again. So the remained still and waited for the sensation of your soft lips on his cheek.

"Thank you. I hope we can do it again soon."

If Choso had anything to do with it, he'd take you out every night.

[jnnul]

the right side of wrong (part 3)

TAGS ▸ uhhh an accidental kiss, some fighting/sparring, sunghoon boxes bc i said so, stalking but you don't know that yet

PLAYLIST ▸ yosemite - travis scott, back - jey, stay - ari abdul, element - pop smoke, dirty laundry - blackbear

WORD COUNT ▸ 4.8k

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ so i've been sitting on this chapter for quite some time (motivation to finally post has come from @dojunie for updating the masterpiece misdial) and i originally wanted to include a lot more plot in this chapter but i figured that it would better to get it out than ruminate about the plot too much more. quick note: feedback, comments, etc. GREATLY encourage writers! if you felt any sort of way (in a good or bad way!) about this fic, pls leave feedback!

TAGLIST ▸ @hybeboyenthusisast

[march 19, 20XX, 12:19 P.M.] [copenhagen, denmark]

“teekl!” klarion exclaims, taking in his surroundings with a sneer. “i wanted to teleport to where y/n is! why’d you bring me to copenhagen?”

teekl meows, as if to rebuke klarion’s displeasure of being dropped in copenhagen - a place with beautiful scenery and fresh air, mind you - compared to the exact location of where y/n was, which was something that teekl was not only incapable of doing at the current energy levels that he was at, but also something that was difficult for klarion himself to do.

“if only i had her exact energy signature…,” klarion mutters under his breath, trying to hone in on y/n’s energy signature. he feels a quick zap against his skull, almost as if he’s made a breakthrough before it vanishes and klarion sighs.

“might as well take a cat nap, before i recharge and find that stupid runaway,” klarion says and teekl meows in almost malicious agreement. neither of them realize that they aren’t the only ones looking for her as felix faust slinks back into the shadows, the two of them never leaving his sight.

[march 19, 20XX, 12:27 A.M.] [mount justice, happy harbor, rhode island]

“let me get this straight and please, feel free to stop me at any point you think that this is batshit insane: you landed in ace chemical factory, and in your panic, you screamed at supersonic levels and everything around you shattered. after that, you didn’t want to be put in jail or whatever you thought was going to happen so you ran and wandered aimlessly around gotham before you ended up at the bank and met artemis. oh, and how could i forget, you didn’t know you could do that?” sunghoon recaps in an almost satirical voice, rubbing the outside of his ear, having just recovered his sense of hearing. y/n nods, somewhat sheepishly, having been pacified when yuna shin, the magician from the justice league, had been called in to fix the necklace using a spell. yujin sighs, rubbing her forehead as the two of them start to piece together what had happened that night.

“still doesn’t explain how icicle sr. managed to get from the yacht bridge to the bank in that time frame,” yujin says and y/n raises her hand hesitatingly.

“i don’t know if this is relevant but there was some guy wearing a huge parka in the middle of march that was riding down a huge…bobsled with ice that kinda appeared wherever he moved? i wasn’t sure if that was normal in this dimension so i didn’t say anything but they’re both icy,” she says, fidgeting with her hands. 

“did you see anyone else with him?” sunghoon asks, and y/n wracks her brain, trying to think if she saw anyone else that night.

“some really pale lady with spiky blue hair?”

yujin and sunghoon exchange a look before yujin groans, pulling out her phone to call belrev and let the maximum security prison wasn’t nearly as high security as they thought it was. 

“those three are all money hungry people who ally with each other every time they want to pull off a serious heist since they all use ice as their method of attack. they were probably all working together to pull off the yacht bridge incident,” sunghoon explains as a lightbulb goes off in his head. “that’s why we only saw shattered glass and nothing else. the ice probably melted by the time that we got there.”

“well that explains that. what that doesn’t explain is the canary cry. no one else in the justice league - or the injustice league, for that matter - has the canary cry. at least not since that impersonator was put into prison but even she couldn’t use the canary cry well enough to make stone break,” yujin says once she gets off the phone.

“right…” sunghoon turns to y/n, who’s fidgeting with the necklace in her hand. “do you mind if i look at that for a second?”

y/n stares at the necklace for a moment before handing it over somewhat reluctantly.

the necklace itself seems rather plain. it’s a gold necklace, with a single pearl dangling off of it but other than that, it had no identifiers to suggest why this necklace was so important to y/n.

“it was my mother’s,” she says softly and sunghoon hears yujin have to contain her gasp where she was standing. “it’s the only thing i have from her and the only thing that my father hasn’t tried to take from me when it comes to memories of my mom.”

that would explain the sentimental attachment.

sunghoon eyes the pearl, which seems to be dazzling in the light, even though there was very little in y/n’s room, as though it were exuding light, rather than reflecting it. well. unless pearls operated differently in y/n’s dimension (which, at this point, sunghoon couldn’t even say definitively that they didn’t), there was something about this necklace…

“you don’t know who exactly your mother is, right?” yujin asks and y/n nods, hands twitching as she watches sunghoon fidget with the necklace before he drops it back onto the nightstand. she snatches it up quickly, putting it back around her neck, seeming much more calm now that the necklace was on her.

“no. all i know is that my father and my mother went to the same high school and that i was born when they were both still in school, which is probably why i ended up with my dad instead of my mom,” y/n says, thumbing at the pearl. yujin exchanges a look with sunghoon, and this time, sunghoon is the one to leave the room, pressing buttons on a flip phone to call someone.

“look, i don’t want to give you any false hope or even give you any information that you don’t need right now,” yujin starts, taking a deep breath. y/n doesn’t say anything, just watching yujin as the taller girl gets up to start pacing around the room that suddenly feels surprisingly cramped.

“but with the cry and everything that she’s told us about how she discovered her powers and everything…we have good reason to believe that your mother is black canary.”

y/n’s breath comes out as a staccato as it catches in her throat.

“…and we don’t know if she knows you exist."

[march 19, 20XX, 1:02 A.M.] [mount justice, happy harbor, rhode island]

“what did the bat say?” yujin asks a disheveled looking sunghoon. the tall man just shakes his head, sitting down next to her on y/n’s bed, the owner of said bed watching him from the other side of the room on her beanbag chair.

“he can’t confirm or deny anything right now because black canary’s not in the u.s. right now. she’s out of the country on some top secret mission and cannot be called back under any circumstances,” sunghoon sighs and yujin’s eyebrows furrow.

“it took you half an hour to find out that we can’t get in touch with black canary?” 

“there were…other things. just alpha clearance level things,” sunghoon says and yujin immediately leans back. y/n’s eyes bounce back and forth between sunghoon and yujin before clearing her throat nervously.

“uh, what does alpha clearance mean?”

“it’s just our classification system to ensure that the information from the team and the justice league is kept safe,” sunghoon explains. “each person has a certain clearance level they request or are approved for. more than anything, it’s so that people in the league or on the team don’t bite off more than what they can chew.”

“for example, superboy has the lowest clearance level - level eight. we trust him with our lives and know that he’s the first person to run headfirst into danger if he felt that was right,” yujin starts and y/n nods slowly, following where yujin was going with her logic.

“but if someone who was that quick to action were to be given higher clearance knowledge, then it would be hard to reestablish which missions are his priority and which aren’t, since he would probably feel they were all important,” y/n continues.

“and while they are all important, some require more planning than brute force. it’s hard to explain that to someone when they’re already extremely emotionally invested in a mission,” sunghoon finishes.

“it’s really more about how emotionally detached someone can get from the mission to ensure that actions are being put in place for the greater good,” y/n summarizes and yujin and sunghoon both shrug.

“that’s one way of thinking about it. it’s like a chain of command, honestly. if something were to happen to me, there needs to be someone who would be next in the chain of command so that the team doesn’t get split into five different directions because five different people think that the team should operate differently,” sunghoon says and y/n nods, leaning backwards into the plushiness of the beanbag chair.

“is it alright that you’re telling me all of this though? i asked because i was curious - but i’m curious about a lot of things. things that are probably less confidential than the inner workings of how an espionage and covert operations team works,” y/n asks, and although her words would set sunghoon on high alert coming from anyone else, he feels strangely understanding when it comes from her.

which had implications that he wasn’t ready to think about just yet.

“well, if you want the truth, there’s two aspects to it: a) it’s in our best interest to be as honest with you as possible so that you can be as honest as possible with us to help us with stopping the light. and b) i’ve been having private conversations with various members of the team about you joining the team - if that’s what you want - and everyone’s on board with the idea,” yujin says, watching y/n’s reaction to this (what she thinks is, at least) bombshell of information. “that’s actually part of what sunghoon and i wanted to talk to you about before the whole canary cry situation.”

“join the team?” y/n repeats slowly, her posture growing more timid as she sinks even further backwards into the chair. sunghoon refrains from reaching forward to comfort her, for fear that he might scare her even more.

“it’s not an obligation and we’d definitely understand if that’s not something that you want. but we figured that we’d present the option to you whenever you’re ready. i think that you’d be a great addition to the team,” sunghoon says gently, his eyes never leaving y/n’s.

“you do? but i don’t have any combat experience; i’d just drag you all down and put you in danger,” y/n murmurs softly, and yujin catches the faint blush on her cheeks as her eyes dart to the floor for a moment’s reprieve from sunghoon’s gaze. cute.

“we all started from somewhere, y/n,” sunghoon reminds her.

“yeah. boy wonder’s the only one out of all of us who came out of the womb fighting,” yujin snorts, punching sunghoon in the shoulder. “and besides, i saw you hold your own in front of icicle and his stupid gang. anyone who can blast that frosty old snowball into a sedan is someone i want on my team.”

y/n smiles softly, her thumb rubbing over her knuckles as she’s lost in thought, weighing her options in front of her almost plainly on her face. sunghoon taps yujin’s knee slightly and the two of them get up from where they were perched on her bed and begin to make their way to the door to leave y/n to her thoughts.

“can i - could i, maybe, watch you guys train tomorrow? soojin said that you guys are training altogether tomorrow and maybe that’ll help me make a decision?” y/n asks and sunghoon’s nodding his head before he even fully processes the question.

“whatever you need, y/n. just be sure to bring an ice pack in case you decide to join the fight,” yujin says with a wink as she walks away. sunghoon rolls his eyes before shaking his head when he see’s y/n’s eyes widened with worry.

“she’s joking. you absolutely don’t need to spar with us to watch, y/n,” sunghoon says softly and he sees some of the tension in her shoulders visibly melt.

“thanks, sunghoon,” she murmurs back, getting up to close the door as sunghoon retreats as well, a small smile on his face.

sunghoon. he liked the way that his name sounded on her lips.

[march 19, 20XX, 9:52 A.M.] [mount justice, happy harbor, rhode island]

y/n winces as superboy crashes to the floor with a resounding thud. jay huffs as he lays on his back for just a moment, the mat sounding out a depressing ‘SUPERBOY - LOSS’ as he stares up at the ceiling.

“i’m getting really tired of getting beat up by people half my size,” jay groans as he accepts yujin’s hand as she hoists him up back onto his feet. 

“to be fair, yujin is pretty much your height,” jake points out, hand deep into a family size bag of chips. he was already well past his first defeat at the hands of his girlfriend and had wisely decided to spend the rest of training with some form of food shoved into his mouth.

“i don’t think that’s gonna make him feel better, kid. and he’s pretty tall,” soojin says but jay just shrugs.

“eh, i’ve only got two or three inches on her but if there’s anything i’ve learned from training with artemis and black canary, it’s that you should never judge a book by its cover. especially a girl. those are books you could read your entire life and never understand,” jay snorts, and soojin and yujin exchange an exasperated look when jake hollers out an ‘amen brother!’.

“i don’t know. i don’t think girls are really all that hard to understand,” sunghoon announces his presence, unwrapping the bandages on his knuckles as he joined the team in the sparring room. he was a boxing aficionado as of late and had taken to doing some boxing training in solitude before training with the rest of the team.

he’d tried to hook soojin and jake on it but soojin had incinerated the boxing gloves and jake had accidentally phased right though the sandbag. needless to say, boxing became more of a sport of solitude after that.

“of course our resident player says that; that’s how he gets all the girls to fall for him,” jake teases and sunghoon just rolls his eyes.

“i’m not a player.”

“says the man who hasn’t dated a woman for longer than three months at a time.” yujin crosses her arms over her chest as though she was daring sunghoon to challenge her statement.

“that doesn’t mean i’m a player.”

“can you count the number of women you’ve dated on all of your appendages?”

“does my tongue count?”

“gross.”

y/n’s eyes dart back and forth between yujin and sunghoon, and sunghoon is almost taken aback to the night before, with artemis and him going back and forth with their usual banter. ah. while the other members of the team knew to just ignore the two of them (or watch, if they wanted some entertainment for the day), y/n probably thought they were genuinely fighting. 

it wasn’t as though she had many friends to banter with and the ‘friends’ that she did have weren’t exactly the bantering type. sunghoon shudders as he tries to imagine vandal savage engaging in harmless banter.

“did you hurt yourself?” y/n says softly, nodding at sunghoon’s bandages that were balled up in his fist. he looks down, eyebrows furrowed before realization strikes him.

“oh no, these aren’t bandages because i’m hurt; these are wraps that boxers wear to keep their fists protected when they’re boxing,” sunghoon says and even jake (who’s usually the most oblivious one of them all) can sense the shift in sunghoon’s tone when addressing y/n. where sunghoon was prone to having a rather stoic first impression, he was soft and gentle when speaking to y/n.

my bet’s that they’re gonna kiss in the next three weeks,jake says through the mind link.

i’m going for four, jay contests. sunghoon tries not to make the indignant feeling bubbling in his chest too obvious on his face.

i wouldn’t put it past sunghoon, but i’m giving the girl two months. i don’t think she really understands how romance works, yujin points out.

she’s watched the notebook. she knows what romance is, soojin disagrees.

“are you guys having a conversation without me in your minds?” y/n asks, glancing between them, and the team belatedly realizes that the room had been silent for too long to be appropriate. especially not with sunghoon looking at the rest of them as though he wanted to throw something sharp and pointy at them.

y/n crosses her arms over her chest and for the first time, sunghoon saw sheer disappointment on her face. the look made his chest tight and for some reason, he really didn’t want to see that look on her face directed towards him ever again. ever. “i really can’t tell if that’s really cool or…really, really rude.”

“sorry, it was something really stupid,” yujin says, trying appease y/n. her expression doesn’t give any leeway, and soojin makes her way over to y/n to nudge her slightly.

“really, it was super stupid. but that doesn’t mean that it wasn’t rude. sorry y/n. we’ve grown rusty with welcoming new people when all of us are together since we haven’t had a new member since…well, since yujin,” she explains and y/n finally uncrosses her arms and sighs.

“it’s fine - i mean, i get that you guys have a super important history together and i would never do anything to try and intrude on that,” y/n concedes. 

“look, i’m really sorry,” sunghoon says and y/n’s shoulders melt in the slightest when he does - something that doesn’t go unnoticed by the rest of the group.

“it’s okay. now - uh, who do i shoot with a fireball first?”

“i thought you were just watching?”

“what can i say? i’m all fired up.”

“you and i are going to get along just fine.”

“shut up, kid.”

[march 19, 20XX, 10:21 A.M.] [mount justice, happy harbor, rhode island]

“break - break! jesus christ, what have they been feeding you in that other dimension?” jake wheezes, pressing a hand to his chest as he tries to catch his breath. y/n blinks innocently from where she’s standing on the other side of the mat, looking rather unfazed by the whole experience.

“uh, human food, i’m pretty sure. no ovens or refrigerators, remember?” y/n points out and jake blinks, now on the other side of the room, mid-bite as he was scarfing down a 7,000 calorie protein bar made specially for him.

“it was a rhetoric question,” he says in between bites and y/n nods as though she were taking mental note. 

“right. uh - so who am i sparring next?” she says, awkwardly holding her hands out in the same position as she had done so before - effective, if jake’s wheezing is to say anything, but clearly off in practicality and skill.

“how about you spar with me?” sunghoon offers, casting his boxing gloves on the bench. he’d taken a break to watch y/n and see how she would adapt to a sudden situation where she could only rely on instinct rather than her underdeveloped pyretic skills, only to realize just how far behind she was in technical skill.

but if there was anything that her match with jake had indicated, what she lacked in technical skill, she made up for in sheer ability, with her ability to nearly predict what her opponent was going to do - even if said opponent was operating at superhuman speeds.

sunghoon figures that it’s a trauma response developed to sort of predict the behaviors of those around her in such an unpredictable environment. she also had a tendency to rely on her feet instead of her hands, which was a good thing when facing an opponent such as kid flash, who relies on his speed and arm skills and disadvantageous for pretty much everyone else.

“be careful, newbie. sunghoon’s undefeated against all of us except for yujin,” jay warns from where he’s also taking a break next to jake, soojin not far from him.

“i only beat him that one time he broke his leg,” yujin points out, but she’s quickly shushed by jake, who says something along the lines of, “don’t lose your street cred in front of your girlfriend.”

yujin, of course, lobs a sweaty towel at him shortly thereafter, but it was the thought that counted.

“should i be nervous?” y/n asks, and sunghoon shakes his head before stepping into the ring.

“don’t worry - i’m not trying to beat you or anything; i just want to correct a few small mistakes i’ve been seeing,” sunghoon explains gently, watching y/n’s worried expression melt off her face, although her limbs were still stiff with anticipation.

sunghoon steps one foot forward, to which y/n lunges backwards, wary and apprehensive of every move sunghoon made. “i’ m not going to hurt you, y/n.”

y/n nods, but it’s clear that she’s scared witless and sunghoon crosses his hands over each other to form a ‘t’ to indicate a time-out, casually walking forward towards y/n in hopes of making her feel more at ease.

but no sooner does he get within a foot of her does she lunge forward rather brashly, causing sunghoon to stumble backwards and toppling downwards - just barely saving himself by flipping over so that he was in a pushup position.

“get him while he’s down!” he hears yujin cry.

“i can’t believe a noob is about to beat sunghoon!” jake exclaims. 

“oh my god, i can’t watch,” soojin says, her fingers crossed in front of her face with enough space that it was clear her eyes were 100% still watching.

“i might have never been taught how to fight - ” y/n begins, sweeping at sunghoon’s arms so that he would fall. he just barely avoids it by rolling forward, crouched on the balls of his feet as he watches y/n carefully. “ - but i did learn a thing or two about how to stay unsuspicious.”

“i’ll give you that,” sunghoon concedes after standing up, dipping into a gentleman’s bow, twirling out of the way when y/n tries to take the moment to push sunghoon down. “but it’s not enough to take me down.”

“i don’t doubt it,” y/n admits, awkwardly holding her arms out in what it she deemed to be a ‘threatening offense’ as she carefully circled the fight space, mirroring sunghoon’s movements.

“you don’t seem very bogged down by the truth,” he remarks and a catty smile flashes across y/n’s lips before disappearing just as soon as it had appeared.

“you don’t seem to be very discontent in my inability to take you down,” y/n throws back lightly.

“how long are they going to keep doing that?” jay whispers to soojin, who still has her fingers spread across her face, her face strangely tinted pink rather than her usual pale pallor.

“keep flirting or keep fighting?” yujin snorts from the other side of jay, ducking out of reach when soojin leans over to push yujin.

“they’ll hear you!” soojin shushes and jake rolls his eyes with a goodnatured shake of the head.

“the only person who has super hearing is jay and he’s sitting right next to you. i doubt they’re going to be able to hear us from forty feet away,” jake points out and soojin harrumphs, crossing her arms over her chest.

“we don’t know if y/n has super hearing,” soojin reminds the group and the three of them simultaneously face forward to see if y/n was listening to their conversation. either she was an incredible actress or she genuinely couldn’t hear anything because by the time they refocus on the scene in front of them, sunghoon’s warding off another well timed kick and the succeeding side swipe.

but what he doesn’t account for is y/n’s ability to turn around nearly as fast as sunghoon to try and land a punch. and while sunghoon does manage to swat away y/n’s fist, she’s unable to recover as quickly as sunghoon as she loses her balance trying to beat sunghoon. and sunghoon, in his panic to try and shield y/n’s fall, manages to topple downwards with her.

down, down, down until suddenly, every inch of y/n’s body is pressed against his own. from her toes to her - to her lips, pressed against sunghoon’s and although y/n’s powers are pyrokinetics, sunghoon feels as though his entire body has been doused in cold water as he realizes that technically, he is kissing y/n. or honestly, she’s kissing him but somehow the logistics of the situation are lost on sunghoon when he looks into her eyes, wide-eyed and confused. 

have y/n’s eyes always been so…so bright? 

it’s only when jay coughs obnoxiously loudly that he remembers his audience, and it seems that this is an adequate reminder for y/n as well, who rolls off of him rather unceremoniously.

the room is silent, almost painfully so as sunghoon and y/n seemingly process what just happened. 

ardor - win. sunghoon - loss. the mat rings out unhelpfully and y/n looks as though she’s rebooting as she rises to her feet.

“is there any way to correct the system? i - i don’t think i actually won. not with conventional tactics anyway,” she splutters as sunghoon also composes himself enough to get off the floor.

“a win is a win!” jake calls out, wincing when sunghoon shoots him a withering look. this seems to kickstart the rest of the team back to life as jay offers y/n a water bottle and soojin flashes an award-winning smile at her.

“not bad for your first day on the training mat,” yujin says, casually throwing an arm around y/n’s shoulders.

jake, seemingly haven shaken off sunghoon’s nonverbal warning rather quickly, turns to the still somewhat confused man with a shit-eating grin. “you lost. you know what that means, right?”

this catches jay’s attention as well as he appears at the scene of the crime with an equally frightening smirk. “i vaguely recall someone saying that if someone beat him - ”

“ - he’d be their personal servant for a month?” yujin finishes and soojin giggles, quickly trying to hide her grin when sunghoon’s glare transfers from the terrible threes and lands on her instead.

“oh, oh no - i’m so sorry!” y/n exclaims, her face twisted into an expression somewhere in between guilt, shame, confusion, and anxiety. “please don’t regard this as a loss; the…accident from before was completely my fault and that wasn’t an official sparring match so - so that shouldn’t count as a win and you shouldn’t be held to those conditions.”

yujin watches as sunghoon turns to her, his gaze growing soft but somewhat guarded as he shakes his head with a good-natured smile. 

“you won. there is no changing the system. and besides, in the field, one must be prepared for sorts of conditions and trials; it was my own fault that i lost so i must uphold the conditions i proposed,” sunghoon says but the words don’t seem to appease y/n’s mind at all.

soojin seems to notice as she steers y/n towards the exit of the training room.

“y/n, trust me. when it comes to wins from sunghoon, you take them where you can get them,” she says and y/n just nods, which is as much of a concession of her victory as soojin figures she’s gonna get. 

yujin’s left in the training room with sunghoon by the time jake and jay gather their belongings also start to file out the training room (but not before jake smirks at sunghoon, indicating that they were gonna talk later).

“stop thinking so much,” yujin says, arms folded across her chest. sunghoon rolls his eyes before heading over to the bench to pick up his bandages and boxing gear.

“i’m not thinking,” sunghoon says and yujin snorts.

“normally, i’d love to agree with that statement but you’re overthinking and every single one of us can tell. including y/n.” yujin nods to y/n’s receding figure before turning back to sunghoon with an unimpressed look. “it was an accident.”

“i know,” sunghoon says, a little too quickly. “i mean, i know.”

yujin fixes him with a probing look before giving up, shrugging as she also starts to head out of the training room. 

but it seems the surprises for the day are still abundant as y/n bursts into the room, looking more alarmed than yujin’s ever seen her before.

“don’t ask me how i know this but klarion’s back in town,” y/n trembles, eyes full of panic.

“and i think he knows where i am.”

[kimcll]

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨 𝐱 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐭.𝟏 🐈‍⬛

Summary: What happens when a small cat stumbles across Shinso in the most chaotic way possible? A student form 1-A finding an interest in him after the school festival, now following him around in an animalistic state. But what if their mask crumbles and their real face is revealed? How will their relationship twist and turn after those revealing events?

Word Count: ~2350

Notes: gender neutral reader, no real description on appearance (trying to include everyone here <3)

Part 1 X Part 2 Part 3

"GET BACK HERE YOU WORTHLESS CREATURE" Shinso's attention piqued at hearing the loathing scream. He was just trying to get to lunch when one of the 1-A students came storming around the corner chasing a cat.

Y/N's POV:

The adrenaline peaked, you had gone too far. Maybe trying to steal some of Bakugo's lunch in your cat form in order to not have to get in line at lunch was a pretty stupid idea, a life-threatening idea at best. Your paws and sleek muscles made you rush through the hallways, no destination in mind, just trying to live another day. Taking a sharp turn around a corner you stopped as a reflex, eyes wide and ears up. Standing before you was Hitoshi Shinso, a student from class 1-C, general studies. His shock and surprise was as visible as yours and for a moment you forgot the hot-headed bull chasing you but his screams reminded you of his presence again. "DIE DIE DIE!!" your head shot back around from where Katsuki appeared but suddenly the ground under your paws disappeared and you were lifted up by Shinso. Katsuki came to a quick halt, his eyes twitching "THAT DAMN CAT'S YOURS, BRAINWASHER??" Your head flipped to Shinso's face, seeing his expression harden a bit. "So you're chasing harmless animals now? Couldn't you blow off enough steam at the festival last week? They had to chain you up, right?" he replied in a low voice. The underlining indifference in his reply starkly contrasted the chaos and anger emitting from Bakugo. "Tch, whatever. Just keep the fucking animal to yourself and if I catch it again stealing from my food I'll blow it up shamelessly." and with that he trodded off.

A huff came out of Shinso's mouth "Be careful who your messing with. How did you even get on the campus?" he held you in front of his face eyeing you up and down. His dark eye bags starkly contrasting his vibrant purple eyes and lavender hair. You obviously saw him at the festival with his brain washing quirk but seeing him up close was a bit intimidating, especially with his eyes all over you. The fact that he thinks you're just a stray cat made it a bit more bearable, he won't recognise you in your human form. Realising he's been staring at you for a while you let out a small meow ripping him from his thoughts. He placed you back down on the ground giving your head a few last strokes before making his way to the cafeteria.

Still hungry, you silently followed his direction. Your plan of skipping line was maybe pretty pathetic but now it wouldn't make sense to get in line anyway, considering the time. Your tail swung around as you sat on one of the garbage bins, scanning over the students eating their lunch. Maybe you could sneak some food of others? Who wouldn't fall for a cute cat? Well, Bakugo didn't but he's also Bakugo. You already knew who you would go to first...

Shinso's POV:

Sitting further away from the main cafeteria is really necessary if you want some peace. I tiredly poked the noodles next to the rice on my lunch tray, while my eyes flew over all the students at the centre of the cafeteria, my gaze lingering just a bit longer on the tables where the 1-A students were sitting. One day I'll be in that class as well. A quiet noise close to my left caught my attention. The cat from earlier sat not far away. "You again." my voice was like a whisper, addressed more to myself than actually to the cat. It just sat there staring at me with those big round eyes, watching my every movement. Thinking for a moment, I took some of the chicken of my tray and held it out towards the cat. It came closer and sniffed it then it took a big bite and began chewing. After finishing the piece it came closer hopping on the chair next to me. I lifted my hand to pet it but hesitated for a moment. Pushing away any thoughts I moved closer until my fingers made contact with the soft fur of its head, moving in circular motions. "You're a nice one." it seemed like the cat replied with a soft purr before moving over onto my lap sniffing at my food. "So that's why you came back" I said with a low chuckle offering more of my chicken. "Well at least you're not repelled by my reputation, huh?" I said while leaning back, watching the cat.

--- (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ ---

Y/N's POV:

Since the day you encountered Shinso you couldn't stop thinking about him. Before that day you only knew about him because of the festival but now he seemed somehow closer to you. 'At least you're not repelled by my reputation' you weren't repelled by his quirk or so. You found it interesting in fact. Sure it would make a perfect quirk for a villain but you were curious how he would turn it to be a hero quirk. Giving in to what your reputation says might be easy but secretly you were hoping he would pull through with his goal of becoming a hero. You emphasised with him in some way.

Because of your sudden interest in him you couldn't help but to get closer, returning to your animalistic form. You often sought him out during lunch since you knew where he would be. You enjoyed his pets and strokes across your fur or when he played with your cat instincts. One day you found him studying in the library after school so you came up jumping on his lap and pushing against his hand when he stroked your head. Soon you fell asleep to the sound of his pen scratching over the paper.

Over time he started to talk to you more even though he thought you wouldn't understand him. He talked about what kept him occupied at night, the thoughts running through his head. That's when you learned about his sleep problems. You felt a bit bad that he let his guard down around you without knowing about your true identity.

You promised yourself that you would reveal your identity to him soon, that was only fair even though you didn't know how you should do it without creeping him out by doing so. Hey Shinso, dunno if you know me , probably not, but I've been stalking you the past week. Just wanted to let you know. Nah, you couldn't do that. Maybe just shifting in front of him would do? It would definitely be a surprise... or should you just approach him during lunch, say that you're sorry and explain what happened? If he hated you after this, you couldn't blame him but going down without even trying wasn't your thing. Ugh... you're way too deep into this to for it to end well.

--- (っ◞‸◟ c) ---

The next day you sought him out during a free period. You found him walking towards the exit of UA and as your smaller cat figure waddled beside him he took one of his ear buds out. "Hello again. Do I have catnip on my clothes or why are you only following me all around the place?" he crouched down letting you sniff his hand. "I actually wanted to go for a walk in the park, you wanna join me?" you replied with a quiet meow.

When you arrived you settled down at a tree. You mentally prepared yourself to break the secret. You weren't even sure why you cared so much if he would despise you or not, after all you only really knew him for a week or so and that was only one sided as well. But something about him kept your interest high. He left quite the impression at the festival but seeing a softer side from him was... well maybe that was one of the reasons why you got attached to him. "What's up with you bud? You're so quiet today." his voice broke through your thoughts. His violet eyes looked tiredly at you, an uncertain expression placed on his face. You averted your gaze to the ground. He nudged your paw while leaning forward, his expression now a bit more serious. Your behaviour felt so unnatural human to him.

Before you could comprehend what happened next you just heard loud barking with the image of a huge german shepherd running straight at you. Your fur puffed up, ears flat against your head and the ache in your back formed. Your reflexes dragged your fear-struck mind over the grass, searching for the nearest tree to jump up on. When you reached the treetop the dog could only barely graze your tail and you shifted quickly back to your human form. Your pulse slowly calmed down a bit while still gripping onto the wood under your fingers.

"What? You..." shit. Looking down you saw Shinso breathing heavier than usual as if he was running as well but his face held great irritation. "You are the cat that followed me around for the past week?!" His voice held disbelief and betrayal "Why... You're from 1-A. Are you spying on me or something?!" hurt and anger building up inside him. "What! No! I didn't spy on you or anything!" you exclaimed desperately. The owner of the dog came running towards you, apologising while taking her dog away. "Look, I'm sorry." you said while swinging down the branch you were sitting on, hoping on the ground. "It's just that... when I got into all of this it was so hard to take a turn and..." yeah you felt ashamed to say the least. "Was this your plan all along? To deceive me?" Maybe his thoughts weren't rational but it reminded him of all those times people mistrusted him. The hurt in his voice cut you deeply. With a deep huff you explained "I truly didn't mean to deceive you or lie to you and I definitely didn't plan this or anything. I mean I just ran into you on pure accident when Bakugo chased me down. From then on I just found you... interesting? Well I wanted to be around you more, that's the point." the heat from your cheeks spread to your ears. "And you did so by following me as a cat?" his voice was a bit calmer now but his face held the same expression as before. "I know, it's stupid. I actually wanted to tell you today. I thought it was unfair to keep that secret hidden any longer and pulling up a fake identity. At first I didn't realise but now I understand the vicious nature behind it. I'm sorry." You glanced, a bit sheepishly, into his eyes. He didn't look as upset as before but you could tell he was thinking hard about the situation. Until he finally spoke again it felt like ages "I appreciate your honesty but I'm not sure what I should think of this whole situation. You've put me in a really weird spot, you know." he gave you a last searching look before adding "I need to think about this.".

--- ૮(˶ㅠ︿ㅠ)ა ---

The weight of Shinso's absence pressed down on you and even though you wanted to make things right again, to approach him, you thought it would be best to give him the time he needed to think about it. You said what you wanted to say the other day, there was nothing to add, now it's just for him to decide how to handle the rest.

Shinso stared at the ceiling, the light of his phone illuminating tiny cracks on the wall. The feeling of betrayal gnawed at him, though he knew it wasn’t entirely fair to call it that. It wasn’t the first time someone tried to deceive him but this time it was different. He could tell you didn’t mean any harm but he hated how exposed he felt, knowing he’d confided in someone who he didn’t even know. Yet you weren’t afraid of his quirk, of him. If anything, you wanted to know him better and you were willing to reveal the secret on your own. The thought crashed against the walls he’d built to keep people out, leaving him raw and invulnerable. Maybe it wasn’t betrayal he feared but the idea of letting someone inside those walls that made him so upset.

--- ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ---

"Mind if I sit?" a voice beside you made your head swipe around. "Shinso?" His stoic but calm expression wasn't something you expected just now. "Sure, take your seat." you said while watching his movements. He placed his lunch tray next to yours, pulled out the chairs and sat down. For a while it was quiet, neither of you spoke. Then he let out a sigh "I've been thinking. Especially about what you said. I believe you didn't mean any harm and I'm convinced you know the way you approached things wasn't the best" he poked some of his rice while speaking "I'm not great at letting people in but I'm willing to give this another shot. I mean if you want that too, otherwise we can just make peace and part our ways again..." he added the second half in some kind of rush that made a smile creep out in the corner of your mouth. "I'd love that actually, to give it another shot." You replied with a content smile and you could swear he had one as well. "Alright, then. Let's start over." he added. 

From then on, whenever you saw each other in the hallways you would exchange a silent greeting, a small smile or a short nod. Sometimes you'd meet up in the library for a study session because even if you're in different classes you share some of the main topics. You enjoyed this time where it was just the two of you and even if it was nothing special like a date or something you developed some kind of friendship that was valuable. Sometimes you'd still sneak up on him in your cat form partly to mess with him but also because you do enjoy those head pets and belly rubs he gives you.

(not my artwork)

[herecomethefuzzz]

hi sylv!! btw i wanna say quick tysm for ur support on my fics🥺💗ur always so kind in the tags it makes my day <3

i come w/ a request!! best friend! reader petsitting jambo + the other guy while schlatt's away and him coming back to see you sleeping on the couch with the cats and him realizing he has feelings for you🥺

-rabbitsrams <3

OHMYGOD HELLO ???? you have no idea how excited i got when i saw your user. i love your writing so much its actually amazing !!! anyway, here you go !! it might be a bit long and it probably sounds like i was rambling a bit sometimes because my brain literally. exploded. but uhh yeah !! i hope its okay (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

- a couple days ago your best friend, schlatt, asked if you could look after his cats whilst he went out to film something for his channel. he'd promised you they wouldn't be too much of a problem.

- of course you'd said yes, not wanting to let him down. it was only for the day, couldn't be too big of a job, right? oh my god you were wrong. those two cats were just so CHAOTIC when they were together.

- that day you learnt that a black cat and an orange cat are not a good combo.

- absolute hell. you had jambo running about, doing classic orange cat stuff, and the other little guy was so. loud. literally all he did was MEOW. it didn't help that he didn't let you pet him much, seen as he didn't know you.

- you'd tripped over them more times than you could count, and, honestly, you had considered calling schlatt and telling him to come home more than once.

- it got even worse when they started to get hungry. literally round your legs CONSTANTLY meowing. it was only when you walked into the kitchen that you realised they were hungry.

- once you'd fed them, there was finally peace and quiet. so you decided to go and relax on the couch. it was late, and you were beginning to get tired anyway. you curled up and went on your phone, mindlessly scrolling through twitter. (X?? idk i just call it twitter LUL)

- after around ten minutes, both cats pattered back into the living room. you sighed, expecting them to wreak havoc again, but instead they both jumped up on the couch, and came to lay with you.

- you put your phone down as they did so, and jambo came to curl up right in your arms, whilst the other kitty laid in between your legs.

- you smiled, happy that the two kitties had finally calmed down. infact, everything was so calm and quiet that you felt yourself drifting off.

- it didn't take long for you to finally fall asleep, with the two cats being snuggled up to you, they gave you a lot of warmth.

- not long after you'd fallen asleep, schlatt had gotten home. he was grinning as he got to his front door, expecting you to be up with the cats, waiting for him.

- he opened the door, shouting a, "hey toots! i'm back!" as he walked down the hallway. as he rounded the corner to walk into the living room, his jaw literally dropped. very dramatic reaction from mr. schlatt here.

- his eyes travelled from you, to the black cat inbetween your legs, then to jambo, and he felt himself smile. maybe he even felt himself go a little pink.

- the fact you were comfortable enough to fall asleep in his house made his heart beat just that little bit faster, but he had no clue why.

- and then it hit him. as he looked at your pretty face again, studying you as if you were an art piece in a gallery, he realised he had feelings for you.

this was originally meant to be like. a proper fic. but i then realised that my brain cannot comprehend writing an actual story right now so it got turned into a bulleted thing i hope you dont mind (⁠｡⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)

[thedreamlessnights]

Almond, Apple, & Maple - pt. 1

Geralt of Rivia x modern fem!reader (upcoming NSFW)

Synopsis: When a strange young woman crashes into your kitchen and sends you tumbling through time and space, you find yourself transported to a new world - one of monsters, magic, and witchers.

Warnings: Descriptions of vomiting and nausea, as well as blood & severe injuries.

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: Surprise! New Geralt series - someone please tell my brain to stop having long-winded ideas and relax? Anyway, as usual, this is the game version of Geralt and written accordingly. I'm very excited to get this story told, and I hope you all enjoy this first chapter! Comments and reblogs are extra appreciated <3

Theo is waiting when you arrive. You can see him from the porch, pacing back and forth in front of the window, the way he always does when it’s dark and you aren’t home. The sun’s just set, but with black clouds brimming the sky, you’d think it had gone to rest hours ago. 

When he finally sees you, Theo lets out a meow that’s deafened by the glass and rubs his cheek against the windowpane, no doubt purring up a storm. It’s only been a few hours since you left, but you’ve missed him. 

Despite your mile-long trudge through the snow and the way you’re sweating under your coat, your fingers are frozen. They fumble clumsily with your keys until the lock finally turns. Theo is immediately at your feet, nuzzling against your legs. He’s the only cat you know that doesn’t try to bolt when the door is open.

“Hey, bud,” you greet him, slightly out of breath. You slam the door shut and squat down, ignoring the protest in your thighs. The icicles of your fingers messily attempt to scratch behind his ears, but if Theo notices that you’re inept, he doesn’t seem to mind.

You’ve never been more grateful for the cans of cat food nestled safely in your inner coat pocket, clinking dully against your remaining seventeen cents. There’s maybe a dollar or two more of loose change that can be scrounged up under couch cushions and in pockets and loose drawers. If you’re lucky, you might find a few crumpled bills. For this week, at least, Theo will be fed. You can’t say the same for yourself.

The house is warm and quick to thaw you out, which means your fingers start working again within a few minutes. Once they’re functional, a can of soup serves as your dinner. Thankfully, the microwave is still working. You dump the soup into a bowl and let it heat, then get Theo’s dinner ready for him. 

When he’s started eating - that’s when the day’s events finally hit you. 

Exhaustion is at the front of it all, thick and heavy, like a two-ton chain on your shoulders. Behind it is defeat. Defeat is exhaustion too, but different. It pulls at you from within. It isn’t your aching body or cracked, dry hands, isn't a chain or a profound sense of guilt; it’s a tiny fire within you, threatening at any moment to go out. And the inclination to let it happen.

You stare numbly at the counter, knowing the fridge is empty, knowing you have only five cans of food left until you go hungry again. Knowing that none of the job interviews have called you back, and that it’s been too long to keep up hope. 

Your hands start shaking and you want to cry, but no tears come. You’ve no doubt exhausted your supply - your eyes still feel puffy and sore from the cry you had earlier. Instead, a lump locks in your throat, and something pulls in your chest, and all at once, you’re not sure you have it in you to go on.

It’s Theo that you’re worried about, more than anything else. It’d be horrible, so horrible for you to dump him off at a shelter, but it’d be even worse to see him go hungry. You’d been hoping - are still hoping - that it wouldn’t come to that, but… you can only hope so much.

The shrill sound of the microwave rouses you from your lethargy and chain of thought. Food. The smell of the soup is heavenly, and it seeps life into you as you chug it down, spreading warmth throughout your chest. But before long, it’s finished. You’re left staring at the empty bowl, still hungry. Wanting to cry again.

Theo must sense that you’re upset, because he nuzzles against you and purrs louder than ever. No tears come, but they would if you had any left. Without him, there’s nothing but a hollow life of work - if you can even find it - and isolation. How can you possibly think about survival when there’s nothing to survive for? 

“What am I going to do?” you ask aloud, swallowing hard. You rub your temples and your words ring out in the silence, as if some response might come. Nothing. Of course, nothing.

It feels wrong to be sitting still like this. More than ever, you should be doing something. Yes, you need to move. The water in the sink is ice-cold and won’t heat, but you scrub the dishes anyway and dry them. Clean the counters. Sweep the floor. Organize the cabinets. 

These miniscule tasks keep you sane. They keep you from thinking.

Padding up to you, Theo stretches up and paws at your legs, clearly wanting to be held. You take him in your arms and hold him close, burying your face into his fur and kissing the soft little spot between his ears. He purrs louder and wriggles from your grip, making his way into your coat pocket and tucking himself into a comfortable position. He’s always been small, and likes being in there, for some reason. You hadn’t even realized you were still wearing the stupid coat.

There must be some way to keep him, right? Someone willing to watch him, just for a little while? But who? And how could you ever repay them?

A flash of sudden, searing light interrupts your thoughts. 

It comes out of nowhere and instantly spreads through your kitchen, brighter than you can stand, a ghostly hue of green. Just as you’ve shut your eyes to block it out, something rams into your shoulder and knocks the wind out of you. 

Your arm instinctively wraps in front of Theo as you stumble back. Your ribs burn with a hot, throbbing pain, and you search for breath that doesn’t come - gasping airlessly, sweat trickling down your neck until you finally taste oxygen. Oh, and your shoulder is jammed and aching too, but it’s clearly the least of your worries, because the room has started spinning. 

This is no gentle turn, no light sway of the ocean. It’s vertigo. The world is coming apart. You can see nothing but a black void as reality breaks at the seams and drags you with it. Nausea and disorientation wash over you until it’s all you can do to hold on to your dinner; hot, stinging bile in your throat, aching ribs. It hurts to breathe. Your knees buckle and legs crumple until you hit what should be hard ground, but it’s nothing. You’re falling. Theo starts wailing and digs his claws into your chest.

You’re on the sea, crashing in the thunderous waves, taking in mouthfuls of the salty water and coughing it back out - sinuses burning. You’re in an earthquake, gravel rattling beneath your hands like the ground might collapse under you, swallow you whole. 

You’re in soft grass, crawling on all fours, not knowing what’s real and what’s not. Your head throbs in rhythm with your heart and your body feels like it’s closing in on itself, compressing, bones bending. And all at once, it stops. 

You immediately lose your dinner. 

Thick, burning acid climbs up your throat again and again until you’re left retching, stomach churning. Theo meows fitfully in your coat, but you can’t move to let him out. With how hard you’re shaking, it’s hard to do anything but collapse onto your side. Then he finally worms his way out of your pocket and sits on your chest, wailing some more.

The bright light hasn’t faded, and you blink a few times and squint until you finally realize it’s the sun. Warm, golden light is shining down on you. Which would be lovely, if it wasn’t seven o’clock at night and the middle of winter. You’re dry, too, so your memories of the ocean clearly weren’t real.

I must have hit my head, you think. Exhaustion must have gotten the best of you, and you’d collapsed, hit your head, and hallucinated all of this. But when you finally gain the strength to sit up, setting Theo at your side, your thoughts stall in place.

There’s a young, ashen-haired woman lying unconscious next to you, and a wound on her abdomen is oozing blood. At first, she doesn’t seem real. But she’s warm when you lay a hand on her arm, and the ground has stopped spinning, so you figure she is. And she’s hurt.

Your hands move of their own accord, twitching, knowing that you should do something to help but not knowing what. In medical terms, you’re mostly clueless. Thankfully, when you carefully lift her shirt up from the abdomen, the wound doesn’t seem very deep. There’s bruising there too, deep violet blooming around her navel, but it’s her head that’s really scaring you.

On her temple is a swollen lump, not bleeding much - but it’s the internal damage that you worry about. Sure, you’d been trained in CPR when you were younger, but you have no idea how to treat an injury like this. The first thing you do is make sure she’s breathing. Then you find her pulse, strong and even under your fingers. Those things encourage you. 

You know that you should stop the bleeding, too. Clean the wound. Unfortunately, the only possessions you have at the moment are your coat and the seventeen cents left in the inner pocket. And Theo. Not exactly suited for fixing this sort of thing. 

Her clothes are… strange. They almost look like a costume, if the leather didn’t look so real, so meticulously fitted. And she has two swords at her back, though she’s clearly not in any position to use them. Not important, you chide yourself. The number of questions you have about what just happened is only growing and growing. But you can deal with those once she’s been treated. 

Your gaze catches a pouch on the girl’s belt, and you pull it open and lay out her things, muttering an apology under your breath for invading her privacy. Inside are a handful of strange-looking coins, a vial or two of substances you don’t recognize, and a roll of cotton bandages. When you open the vials and give them a whiff, both are their own disgusting, putrid odor, and neither are identifiable. Shuddering at the smell, you replace their corks and return them to the pouch. Which leaves only the bandages.

As cautiously as you can, you wrap them around her abdomen in an effort to stop the bleeding. It seems to staunch the blood flow. Somewhat. You don’t dare to move her or touch her head - nothing to be done about that here without the risk of making it worse. So you stand up with still-shaking legs and take stock of your surroundings. 

Green fields. As far as the eye can see, there are green fields with blooming wildflowers and bees buzzing from one spot to the next. Birds chirp in the distance, a bubbling stream lies about twenty feet away, and the sun is warmer than ever. If you didn’t know better, you’d think it was spring. You have to take off your coat and tie it around your waist to ward off the growing heat.

There’s some form of wooden shack on the horizon, but you don’t feel right leaving the woman alone. Still, isn’t it better to get her some help? Should you be trying to wake her up? After a moment’s hesitation, you give her shoulder a slight shake, and she stirs. Another shake rouses her completely. 

She flinches and sits up with a start - halting the action with a pained yelp as she cradles an arm around her stomach, grimacing. Finally, her green eyes, so bright they almost appear to be glowing, land on you. “Wh-where am I?” she asks faintly, sounding as if she’s not quite conscious. “Who are you?”

Good questions, you think. But you have so few answers.

“I have no idea where we are,” you start. “This place just… appeared. I was in my kitchen, and - then I was here.” It’s a pathetic explanation, but it’s what you have. After a pause, you give her your name, too. You want to say more, but your mouth closes on its own. You don’t know what just happened, and you’re in no position to explain it.

“I see,” she says, voice tinged with effort as she straightens up. Her gaze lands on Theo, calmly laying beside you, and her lips quirk into a small smile - contrasting ghastly with her greying skin. “And who is this little one?” she asks.

“This is Theo,” you answer softly. 

“Ciri,” she reveals. “I’m… Ciri. I’d say it’s nice to meet you both, but...” She trails off, shaking her head. The movement sends blood trickling from her temple down her cheek. “It seems I’m a little worse for wear at the moment,” she lightly remarks, though her tone can’t hide the exhaustion, the dark circles under her eyes. “Help me up?” 

It’s easier said than done. 

You manage to get her standing and haul her arm over your shoulder as support, but she’s stumbling rather than walking. The sun is scorching hot and merciless, and you find yourself immediately missing the snow. You can’t stop here. 

The grey shade of Ciri’s skin gets worse and worse the further on you go. Her steps get progressively clumsier too, like her legs have started to spasm. Finally, her knees simply give out and she collapses, panting as she plants her gloved hands on the grass. The shack isn’t far now, but she’s bled through her bandages. It seems the wound was worse than you thought. At least Theo is obediently following behind the two of you, and seems to be enjoying this strange adventure.

“Only a little further,” you tell Ciri, even though you’re shaking with overextension and every inch of you hurts. Even though you know in your gut what the odds against her are.

She nods, gritting her teeth in determination, so you prop your shoulder under her arm and help her up. It’s worse this time. She’s a dead weight. You’re practically dragging her. But something anxious - manic, even - buzzes under your skin, fills your breath, surges strength to leadened muscles. Your thoughts trip over one another again and again until you find the word. Adrenaline. It’s the only reason you’re still walking.

The two of you have just made it through the door of the shack when she collapses again, tilting her head back against the wall as she gulps in air, pressing her hand against her abdomen.

You’re suddenly overtaken by the fear that she’ll die and leave you here alone. That you’ll be left with a corpse, a hollow, rotting shell of a girl you barely know. You want to ask her if she has any last wishes, if there’s anything you can do. But, seeing as she clearly hasn’t given up on life yet, it seems cruel to start bringing up death.

Instead, your hands, forever busy, start rummaging through the shack’s cabinets and drawers. You find a few small treasures: a bottle of spirit, some dried fruit and meat, and a length of clean (or, at least, it looks clean) cloth. You don’t waste a moment before returning to Ciri, undoing her blood-soaked bandages to press the cloth against the wound.

She softly cries out as you apply pressure, but makes no move to stop you. Her body lies limp as you work. Then you secure the cloth with the old bandages, tying them as tight as you dare. Her stomach is still bruised, after all, and she’s clearly in pain. At least her face looks less grey now. A little.

“Well, well. What’ve you got there?” she asks, her gaze turning toward the floor, where your newly-found treasures lie.

“Some kind of spirit, I think,” you tell her, picking up the bottle and examining it.

“Give it here?” 

You hand it over without hesitance. She bites off the cork, spits it on the floor, and takes a whiff of the liquid inside. Finding it acceptable, she downs a large swig and tilts her head back again, sighing in relief. Yes, she’s definitely less grey now.

She can’t be very old. What happened to her? Who did this to her? You’re suddenly filled with blind anger. A helplessness that you can’t do more, can’t even comfort her. Theo must be sharing your line of thought, because he crawls onto her lap and starts purring, tucking himself into a circle.

“Thank you very much, Theo,” she says weakly, petting his back. She takes another swig from the bottle, then closes her eyes. You linger near the window, fighting the urge to pace around the room. You’re just about to ask her what happened to her when the rapid sound of hoofbeats approaches.

“Ciri!” a voice calls. Deep - coarse. Warm. The hair on your neck stands up at the sound of it. From fear or anticipation, you don’t know.

“In here,” she responds. She doesn’t bother yelling, just speaks the words as if they’re meant for you. You doubt whoever it is out there can hear her, but he comes inside anyway, bursting through the door like he’s afraid it won’t open.

You immediately gape at the sight of him, thoughts conflicting. This stranger, he’s tall, and broad, and beautiful. And a little scary. You should be afraid of him. He clearly thinks you hurt Ciri, from his expression. You should move, or explain, but you can’t. You just stare at him.

He stalls at the doorway, taking in the sight of her with wide eyes, looking almost pained. You can’t tell what color they are - his eyes - but as they rake over the extent of her wounds, something hardens in his gaze. Then it turns to you. He takes a slow step forward, muscles pulled tense like he’s waiting for a fight, watching you the way one watches a venomous snake. Do you imagine the way his hand instinctively twitches toward his blade?

“Geralt,” Ciri says, sounding immensely relieved. “It’s alright. She helped me.”

At her words, he instantly relaxes, gaze turning away from you as he steps over to Ciri and squats down at her side. Your head’s begun spinning again.

“Geralt, is that Ciri?” a distorted, cool-toned voice asks. “Is she there?” The words seem to have come from the air - you can’t see a source for this new speaker. Then Geralt pulls out a small metal box from his belt and holds it up toward his mouth. Like a phone.

“She’s here.”

The response comes through the box again. “Don’t move.” And, apparently, the voice doesn’t wait for an answer. Ten seconds later, a swirling circle of light appears in the midst of the room and a dark-haired woman walks out of it. 

“Ciri,” she murmurs, going pale. The word is half relief, half fear, and her voice is much clearer now that it isn’t coming from the strange box. She kneels at Ciri’s side, tucking bloodied hair out of her face. “Come with me,” she says. “We must get you out of here, get you somewhere safe.”

“Not going to argue with that,” Ciri says, attempting a laugh. The sound cuts off in pain. The dark-haired woman purses her lips, then helps her to her feet, half-carrying Ciri the way you did. The two of them walk toward the swirling circle of light together, and you watch them helplessly - not knowing if you should say something.

At the last moment, just before they’ve entered, Ciri angles herself toward you. “Wait - I forgot to thank you for your help,” she says. “You may have just saved my life. I can’t repay you at the moment, but… thank you.”

Frozen, you simply nod in response, watching as the two of them step into the light together. Ciri’s words swirl through your mind restlessly. There’s a flash, then both of them are simply gone. Vanished into the air. And, a moment later, the circle fades. 

Leaving you and Geralt alone.

You stare at him across the room, and he stares back at you, looking even more confused than you feel. You’ve seen a fair amount of insanity in your life, but never anything like this. You can’t even begin to process what you’ve just seen. And, funnily enough, you’ve never felt more alone in your life, even with his company. 

Now that Ciri isn’t here, you can take in the sight of him fully. Dark leather armor, snow-white hair, and two swords strung on his back. Like Ciri.

If you didn’t know better, you’d think they were wearing costumes. But Ciri’s blood is much too real on your hands, and so is this… weird, fucked reality that you’re in, sunny when it should be winter, daytime when it should be night, you have no idea where you are, and - fuck. What the hell is happening?

Your feet move to take a step toward the table - to sit down, think all of this over. But something strange happens when you move. Your body starts shuddering and the ground below you suddenly feels unstable. Your head throbs and your legs feel strangely light. Instead of taking a step toward the table, your knees tumble out from under you.

Or they would have. If Geralt hadn’t caught you.

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@henryownsme @madamemelancholysstuff @fullmoonshadowwrites @darkscrossfire @beforethepen @julijal @ailynyan @ivuravix

(So sorry if you didn't want to be tagged! If you’d only like to be tagged for my other series, Accismus, please let me know and I'll happily fix that for future works ❤️)

[thedemonsurfer]

im full of adderall and im making it everyone else’s problem

i can’t stand those articles that are like “you cat is MANIPULATIVE their meowing is on the same frequency as BABY CRYING and they’re doing it on PURPOSE to make you do things!”

and like. my guy that cat has triangle ears and nothing going on between them. She is just here and she is just vibing

and yes its true that adult cat meows have a similar frequency to a baby’s crying, but that’s not ‘intentional’ or ‘manipulative’, it’s Pavlovian conditioning!

go look up a video of baby kittens-- and i mean BABY kittens, the little guys that haven’t even opened their eyes yet are still with mama. listen to their little mews. now look up a video of a hungry cat near dinner time (or wait until its time to feed your own) notice how the baby baby’s mews are attention getting, but they don’t like dig into your head like an adult cat or weaned kitten?

meowing is cat baby talk. just like crying or babbling in human babies, its used by kittens to communicate when they’re too small to use the body language and sounds adult cats use. WE, their very tall colonymates who are excellent hunters and can open doors, also can’t use the body language and sounds of an adult cat

Cats have to learn to keep meowing into adulthood to communicate with humans, and they learn which meows communicate best. im fairly certain most folks are familiar with the wide range of meows cats make, from the ‘mrrp!’ greeting sound to the ‘eh-eh’ chatty noises like they’re actually conversing with you to the ‘WAOW!’ of wanting your attention

so yeah, an adult cat wanting your attention meows with a frequency similar to a baby’s cry, because that’s what makes your human brain respond fastest. its YOUR fault he learns that frequency of meow gets attention, actually! and cats owned by deaf or hard of hearing folks have different methods of getting attention and probably meow a lot less than a cat owned by someone who has normal hearing

its not manipulation or anything that suggests its intentional on a cat’s part. he’s just making noises and some of them get your attention better than others so he’ll keep using those

[sydney-sharkgirl-oak]

For the heck of it, here's a list of all the fanfics I'm currently reading

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Broker

By: thebroker

This one's really good, super heros and villians and a manic pixie dream girl mc with progressive DID

Path of dragons

By: nrsearcy

A cancer ridden marine biologist who half-assed his research turned worlds most powerful and socially defunct druid

MEOW: Magical emporium of wares

By: tonibinns

Adorable magical slice of life with a depressed cat and a bookworm baby dragon addicted to bacon

Chaotic craftsman worships the cube

By: probablyaturnip

Love this one, 700+ chapters currently about a guy who crafts answers to all his problems to the point his brain explodes no less than 10 times, terrifying all the gods watching him and giving his half succubus healer gf a migraine constantly healing him, develops a strict code of exacting overwhelming ironic revenge on those who try to kill him, which is a lot

Memoirs of your local small time villainess

By: flameruner

Not to bad, kind of your basic issekai into a game world story, weak mc but with overwhelming world knowledge

Ruinous Return

By: serasStreams

Really like this one, issekai-ed mc kills the bad guy, dies from the battle, gets issekai-ed back to earth only to reverse issekai herself back to the magic world with the powers of the demonic dragon she died killing, only to find her friends erased her existence from history and took credit for her kill, she is very angry

Amelia Thornheart

By: Keene

Adorable lesbians, they're just so cute. The love interest takes one look at the mc and thinks "oh no she's hot, why do I want to shoot her in the face"?

And everyone asks her, why do you have your, 'I want to shoot you in the face' look?

Super supportive

By: sleyca

Not sure how to describe this one, but it's good and detailed and even has been in the top 10 on royal road for months now. Mc has a lot of struggles and trauma

Phantom star

By: seras

Space mechanic who can hear the songs of machines and prays to Garrus Vakarian, the patron saint of weapon calibrations

Ivil Antagonist

By: ravensdagger

The government's names for undercover operatives are all hilariously terrible puns. Mc who is so immensely powerful, gravity obeys her instead of the otherwise around

Hard Enough

By: Viva01

A fantastic pokemon fanfic featuring Brock where he has memories of the pokemon franchise and abuses it to hell and becomes not only insanely rich but powerful too. Is dating Sabrina and they're so disgustingly adorable together. Highly recommend

Pokemon trainer vicky

By: seras

Another pokemon fanfic, battle hungry mc who gets insulted by lance, and she proceeds to make her entire existence his problem, chiefly by calling him a flying type master, rather than dragon (all his pokemon have flying types, haha)

A (not so) simple fetch quest

By: cathfach

For the insane amount of sexual trauma in this story, it's fun and adorable. But I cannot overstate the obscene amount of trauma here, mc gets stuck in a dungeon and grinds grinds and grinds and grinds in order to get stronger

But how do you grind your poison resist? You find a spider that wraps you up in silk that's way to comfy and let it eat you

Everything becomes the mc's kink, she even survives an attack from a spider queen because she had an orgasm while the queen was injecting her with poison and acid

Great stuff, covers every kink imaginable

[misscorn]

Day 1 Blossom/Reunion

Oh my god im freaking out @takaritsuweek day 0 is almost freaking here and I can't handle it. I don't know what I'm going to do with myself. Enjoy some sadness LAKSJLKAJ

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Masamune’s eyes had become much more sensitive (and required an even stronger prescription) in his old age, causing him to slowly wake at the first hint of sunlight. Usually he would grumble and throw his blanket over his head - much too tired to be dragging himself out of bed to adjust the curtains - but today he would utilize every waking moment. 

Today was special, after all. 

He slowly sat up, more bones protesting than he would have liked as his feet touched the cool floor. His movement disturbed the big fluff ball that had been laying beside him, making her stand and stretch at her own sluggish pace. She padded across the mattress to bump her head against Masamune’s arm. 

“Being nice today, Sakura?” He asked, scratching her between her white ears. “Or are you just hungry?”

She meowed, making her way into Masamune’s lap and plopping down. She was an old cat now - sixteen years old give or take - and the name had been Masamune’s idea after he and Ritsu found her frightened and hungry on the street. Ritsu treated the name suggestion like a bad joke, but it just ended up sticking. 

Sakura head butted Masamune’s hand as he pet her, quietly purring. 

“Ah, are you maybe worried about me? Do you remember what today is?” He asked. “Come on, get up.” He gently nudged her, Sakura not typically enjoying being picked up and manhandled. With enough encouragement, Sakura hopped down from the bed, much more agile than Masamune despite her own elderly status. She took a few steps forward toward the bedroom door before looking behind her shoulder to make sure Masamune was following. 

“I’m slow, but I’m coming, don’t rush an old man.” He said with a chuckle, making his way to the small kitchen. He made himself a cup of coffee and got Sakura her food. He didn’t have much of an appetite himself, sipping his hot drink slowly as he watched Sakura eat greedily. 

“Now, don’t start expecting me to always wake up this early to give you your food.” Masamune warned and Sakura made some noise that couldn’t quite be classified as a meow with all her chewing mixed in with it. Masamune smiled a bit to himself in amusement, finishing his coffee. 

“I’ve got something for you.” He said, opening a specific cabinet that made Sakura’s pupils go wide and her ears stand up straight as her brain alerted her that this was the one that held the treats. She jumped up onto the counter, meowing loudly, making Masamune shush and shoo her. “Have some manners, Sakura.” He scolded playfully, getting out a treat for her as well as a little toy he’d stowed away. He set the treat down first, chuckling as she devoured it. “You’re going to choke.” He warned, but she didn’t pay him any mind.

She licked her lips once she was finished then looked up at Masamune expectantly, waiting to see if she was lucky enough for more. 

“Here, since you destroyed your last one.” He said as he gently tossed a small fish shaped toy to her. Sakura latched on to it immediately, biting and kicking with her back legs. She preferred toys she could grab rather than little balls to chase - that took too much energy. Masamune watched her ‘attack’ with affection. 

“Happy birthday, Sakura.” He said. Now, he and Ritsu didn’t know if today was actually her birthday - it was unlikely - but today was the day that the two had found her, so it seemed appropriate enough. 

With Sakura taken care of, Masamune began to walk out of the kitchen. First he went to a rather expansive bookshelf, very carefully scanning the titles that he and Ritsu had collected over the years for one book in particular and pulling it out once he located it. He then shuffled to stand in front of a simple and private shrine, tending to some of the cherry blossom branches on display he’d gotten the previous day. Sakura followed after a few moments, the fish toy in her mouth as if it were prey she had caught. 

“Today isn’t just your birthday, Sakura.” Masamune said, looking down at her when he heard the tinkling of the bell on her collar. She let out a muffled meow around the toy as she looked up toward the flowers and the picture front and center. She knew from past experience that if she tried to jump up there she’d get grabbed, so she stayed put. 

Masamune lit a candle, refraining from burning incense as he knew it wasn’t good for his feline friend. 

“Happy birthday, Ritsu.” He said, soon kneeling on a cushion, planning on being here for quite a while. Sakura watched him for a few moments before ultimately deciding to curl up next to him, gently dropping her toy between her own front paws. 

“I bought a small cake for later. And I have your favorite book here. I thought I’d read it to you. Sakura’s here too, to say happy birthday. She’s more clingy today. I think she’s worried I’m sad.” Masamune scratched her under her chin, Sakura leaning into the touch. “Well, she’s not wrong. I miss you.” Masamune took in a shaking breath, his already terrible vision becoming even more blurry with tears. “I can’t cry and read, though. You’d be mad if I got your favorite book all wet.” He said with a bittersweet laugh, pulling his hand away from Sakura to push his glasses out of the way and rub his eyes. “You’re lucky I love you so much, you know that? Otherwise I’d be royally pissed off that you left me again even though you promised you wouldn’t.” He continued. “I mean, I am pissed off, don’t get me wrong, but I’ll forgive you if you give me the thousands of kisses I’m owed triple fold when we meet again.” He said, sounding entirely too serious about his terms.

The photo of Ritsu just smiled wordlessly, an eternal flush to his cheeks, forever immortalized as a bashful, nervous, but excited groom on his wedding day.

Masamune took another deep breath, realizing he’d just been staring for a few minutes. “Sorry. Don’t mean to be giving you a hard time on your birthday of all days.” He smiled a bit. “I guess I should be giving you thousands of kisses, huh?” He chuckled. “Shouldn’t I, Sakura?” He asked. 

Sakura meowed in response, but stayed curled up.

“See, she agrees.” He said, trying to ignore the way his heart grew heavier at the lack of indignant protests and embarrassed denials. “You probably want me to get on with the reading already, huh? It’s not as fun to tease you without you here to yell at me, anyway. One would think you would have mellowed out, but I swear you got worse.” He joked, chuckling softly to himself, his laughter petering out into a sigh. “I’d give anything to hear you call me an idiot again, though.” A brief silence fell over Masamune before he smiled slowly. “Or a pervert.” His laughter returned. “How’d I get so lucky, marrying the cutest man in the world?”

Still no answer, not that Masamune was expecting one. Masamune sighed once more, admiring his husband’s features. “When did we get so old?” He complained. Although many things began to deteriorate the older he got - his eyesight, his strength, his energy - the memories of their youth were still bold in his mind. His heart so clearly recalled the feeling of falling love for the first time - how frightening, unexpected, exciting, and overwhelmingly warm it was. Although their separation had left a deep wound, it healed with time and the scar faded with the many wonderful years he and Ritsu were able to spend together after their reunion. 

Now, all that was left was the love that was so haphazardly but sincerely and passionately tended to and grew into something beyond what Masamune ever could have hoped for. Only, the person that love was for was no longer here to share it. 

“Mreow?” 

Masamune blinked, realizing his tears had overwhelmed him this time and began to fall down his face. 

“Sorry, girl. I don’t mean to worry you.” Masamune stroked her back reassuringly. “You miss him too, don’t you?” He added with a sad smile. 

It took at least a year for Sakura to stop looking for Ritsu after his passing. Sakura had always preferred Ritsu over Masamune, not that Masamune minded - nor could he blame her. Ritsu was great, after all. She’d get on Ritsu’s side of the bed, sniffing his pillow and laying down, meowing loudly to demand nightly cuddles - a ritual that she and Ritsu became quite settled in after years of companionship (And Ritsu finally learning how to handle and read the body language of a cat). However, her meows were left unanswered. She would look behind Masamune after he’d come home from running errands to see if Ritsu would be following, but he never was. She’d even sit and wait at the front door, meowing over and over again as if her voice could lead Ritsu back home.

Masamune’s grief had been volatile for a long time, even more so during the first year. Sometimes when he saw Sakura sitting and waiting he had to sit himself down on the couch as he became overwhelmed with body jerking sobs, unable to compose himself for hours. Other times he’d snap and tell her to shut up and that Ritsu wasn’t ever coming back. Much more rarely he would sit beside her and pet her head, watching the door with her. 

“I think that’s why we get along pretty well.” Masamune said to the cat. “Cause we both love Ritsu.”

“Mreow.”

“Only idiots wouldn’t love him.” 

Sakura started to purr and Masamune took that as agreement. He calmed down his tears and straightened out his glasses before he finally opened up the book to start reading out loud. Sakura’s purring quieted down before ceasing all together, her breathing calm and steady as she fell asleep to the sound of his voice. 

Masamune continued to read, letting himself get lost enough in the book that he could pretend there was another person leaning against his shoulder and following along with the words.

[taleofturtleclan]

MOON 8

“I’m going to take this back,” Splash meowed, nudging the cold body of the mojarra with his paw. Sand looked up from the tidepool they’d been fishing, his gentle green eyes meeting Splash’s. 

“Do you want company?” he murmured.

“Nah,” Splash meowed, “Dustjump probably won’t want more than one cat coming into the den just now.” His tone was dismissive, but he couldn’t deny the little shiver of delight that he felt at Sand’s offer. He’d never thought it was fair, how a tom only a pawful of moons older than he was got to boss him around like he was Shell’s First Mate aboard a ship, but now that Splash had been rightfully acknowledged as an adult, things were… easier. It had turned out Sand wasn’t too much of a beetle brain after all. 

Thoughts of Sand faded as Splash made his way back to camp, the salty flesh of the mojarra causing his mouth to water. He hadn’t seen Dustjump emerge from her den in days to do anything other than eat and make dirt. It was worrying. He knew the old bag of bones was mated to her duties, but she was going to burn herself out at this rate. 

“I said no cat other than me is to come in here!” Dustjump snapped as Splash sauntered into her den. He didn’t take it personally, she was under a lot of stress. 

“Relax Dusty,” he meowed as he set down the fish. “I brought dinner. That way, you don’t even have to leave your den to get fresh-kill tonight.”

“I’m not hungry,” she growled.

“Really? Because I haven’t seen you eat since last night. You won’t help anyone if you wither away any more than you already have.”

“Still a nasty little brat,” she grumbled, but the bite was gone from her mew. That was good. 

Splash settled down beside the old molly while she scarfed down the fish in a few quick gulps. He never would have expected that he could come to love this high-strung old cat, but life was full of surprises.

“How are you?” he asked gently. “And before you say you’re fine, remember that you told me lying about your health does no cat any good.”

“I’m…I’m alright. Not great, but alright.” She sighed.

“And how are they?”

“Foam is… the same. He’s not getting better or worse. Brokenmast’s progress has slowed a little since I don’t have as much time to spend helping him, but he’s avoided the sickness so far.”

“Then it sounds like you’re doing the best that any cat could,” Splash meowed.

“It’s not enough,” Dustjump growled.

“It will be,” Splash said firmly. “You’ll see.”

Dustjump made no reply, but leaned against Splash’s shoulder, sharing his warmth.

[angrylittlebimbo]

Little Black Cat

Moon Boys x Oc🫶🏽

Warnings: OC X CANNON THIS ISNT AN X READER, but if requested I can make x reader stories🫶🏽 This is not a story anyone asked for, but it’s a story you’ll get. To the warnings: profanity, suggestive talk

Lona’s POV

In my little black cat form, I look around looking for my next victim to bring to hell, to destroy mentally, and a life to fuck up. I sit on the side of the road, meowing, begging for any shred of food, but I’m far from hungry, I am the meanest, nastiest, most evil, little black cat. I am the reason the life you live is so bad, I AM the reason you trip over air..I..AM THE REASON- ‘what the fuck’- I say in my head as I am picked up I look at my captor, what a handsome little man and it would seem my handsome captor has a little disorder, I can sense it when I look through his mind to judge all the bad and good things he’s done, but they weigh out evenly and I can’t seem to figure wether to damn him to an eternity of bad luck and horrible living or to give him good luck for a day. I suppose I’ll see where this journey will go.

Jake Lockley’s POV

As I walk along the street I hear something, I’ve just got finished with some of Konshu dirty work as usual and the sound is meowing. My heart bursts at the sound, it sounds so pathetic like it’s begging. So I go and I find it picking it up from the side of the street, what a funky looking cat, it’s a little ugly too. I bring it home and sit it on the counter, staring at it ”Hello little one, are you a boy or a girl?” I softly ask as if it can understand me, going to pick it up, then boom my hands are on the hips of a very, fine attractive looking woman staring down at me.

“I’m a woman, a pretty fucking hot one at that, and a little opportunist at that, handsome” She said and hopped off the counter walking around me and then smacking my ass causing me to flinch as she laughed a devilish laugh. I glare at her slamming her against the wall “You do that to everyone or am I special?”

No one’s POV

Lona couldn’t help but laugh at him “You’re just special I mean, you’ve got two other people living in your brain, it’s a little odd, but I’ll get use to it. I’d love to meet them and corrupt the little innocent one and make him my little slave” She hissed out and Jake just stared at her, being the protector meant he would have to keep this psycho little black cat away.

Thank you for reading this!!

[miusmusings]

Kiseki: Dear to Me ep 1 aka we have several kitties in our hands

Ok let's start~

Ai di? Eddie? Which one are we gonna follow? I'm not immune to pretty faces, I'm gonna protect him with my life now. Also are they a couple? Sorta ship it oeo

Okee guess not. Hmmm Picking up someone out of the blue, and Ai di scratching his back like that, very cat-like of him. A meow =w=

Why is Mr. I'm-The-Only-One-Not-Wearing-Black just standing there like a statue? Where's your concern for a friend. Oh, they're supposed to be old acquaintances as per mdl? That explains it the smile.

What's that red thing on the photo? Lemme guess, blood? It is a mafia (can we call this mafia?) setting.

Zhong Yi is a brave, brave person for not screaming when he saw a bloody hand on the road all of a sudden. Kudos to him. Could never be me :')

Oh oh oh (nooooo) they're using the same remedies. Does ql drama world not have not other, more effective medicines for woundtending? That looks like a gash too deep for home treatment, if you ask me. But ig he'll be saved by ql logic ahaha (I love ql logic. Why can't we have ql logic irl huh)

For once there is no (not felt by me atleast) homoerotic subtext in woundtending. Shocking.

(Anyone know what are the names of the books? Ig they're all books related to studying medicine and such, but I'd still like to know)

Ze Rui, my boy, blackmailing is not how you woo the love of your life. But it's effective here, so owo

Ze Rui is dramatic af. A bread isn't gonna break your ribs, chile. He reminds me of our cats throwing a concert of shame whenever mealtime is late by like half a second.

Zhong Yi keeping tabs. Finally a character who makes (tries to make) financially sound descisions. Like love ain't gonna fill your stomach (not with your sugar kitty mooching off you u.u)

Ze Rui, my boy, you're sus af. I'd have taken away any valuables before leaving you in my home, too. Scamming alert u.u

"It's your karma then." 👏👏👏👏👏

My meow meow is back. He's got some claws. And He looks great in pink! And he has a (potential) boyfie too, good for him!

Knowing your hookup form the night before didn't go home with you for your rizz but for your decade old rice cooker.... that must hurt.

OH? Is Xong Yi snapping finally?

Nvm false alarm. the intimacy tho. Which other surfaces do you wanna shove him against, Ze Rui? BUt threatening is bad flirting technique smh

I don't wanna say it but - poor husband working his ass off to earn money and feed his other, lazy ass of a husband. Also Zong Yi looks so meow meow here? He looked Tired, I feel bad for him :\ Ze Rui take care of your man sometimes, too! Don't make him be the only caregiver in the relationship, it won't work out

Ze Rui is so Kitty Coded that they had to add cat noises jajaja

Oh so Ze Rui does have some brains. His friends (?) did call him the brains of the group hmmm. But ZR lookis so smug, is it cause he made a fool of ZY or cause he has ZY on his (technically ZY's) bed

Ok we need a list of Bread in qls. Bread as a metaphor, bread love (also hate) language yeye

Oh tragic pasts time.... How expectations can go both ways, huh? Too much too little, atleast it seems like ZY still has a good family? (I'm jinxing it-). Seeing that this is Taiwanese drama, and after reading a lot of danmeis, I wonder if ZR is an illegitimate child? As they call it in the danmeis, a 'mistress's' child?

Ok ok I have a theory - Ai di is an ornage kitty (the kind who're always too excited and wants your attention 24/7 or they'll wreck havoc on your room), Ze Rui is a fancy long haired high maintenance kitty (a calico?? Let's not look at the sciences of this), Zong Yi is a black-white kitty, not totally a void but def wiggly and also got the coldness of a white kitty.

Putting clothes on your (future) lover, a beloved if new trope :3 (ye i'm looking at loa)

I want a piece of that cake too, so hungry ueueue

ZR is three cats in pyjamas confirmed. Cats never ever finish their meals cause they too 'eat in small portions'. smh

They're not using the there was only one bed trope?

OH OH THAT LOOK WHEN ZY starts eating. I see you I see you. I feel food was very important in today's episode like, it's used as a method for establishing who's controlling the situation, then it's used a bridge for communication and negotiation, and it's used to show economic differences (like ZR can bother wasting food and eats in small amounts, definitely not smt a person coming form a less privieged section of the society can do)and finally this look. I'm not gonna analyse this cause ye- but.... food.... maybe I'm just too hungry XD

This Zhang Teng would right in a drama of supernatural genre

I like the ending ost u.u

OK there was some INteresting power dynamic. A injured gang member who probably kills at sight and is rich, is now under the care of a impoverished, seemingly harmless (when are doctors, potential ones included, ever harmless) student with barely any way to defend himself from violence. But Zong Yi may refuse to treat him. Then we have the knife. Doctors are gain power from their skill, but is it enough to counter a the power of a criminal gang? And the gang member depends on the (aspiring) doctor for his life, while the doctor's life depends on the gang member's life. Ze Rui constantly uses words like "brat", "kiddo" etc to further demonstrate the power dynamic at play (cause in Asia seniority = social power and respect), but Zong Yi hardly ever argues about the use of these words. Like, he isn't even trying to establish that he too, has some power over the situation. Is he truly so accepting of others' holding power over him or is he just unbothered cause he treats Ze Rui's words as completely irrelevant to his life? Hmmmm. Who exactly has the upper hand rn? I'd say it's Zong Yi rn, but then again Ze Rui can successfully overturn anything Zong Yi does (like the locked door) and force Zong Yo to do his bidding soo...fd

[ncsdlr]

Day 1

- Adhere to the warnings stated before reading -

Series: I'm Sorry, I Love You

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"Stupid fucking Raven," Angela grunted as she tossed her blanket off of her body, "Who the hell does she think she is? I mean, making me make it up to her like that, ugh! It's not like she isn't at fault here too. She made me feel like she stuck by me through all that out of the goodness of her heart, and she goes and says all that shit about me!"

Meow

Angela looked at her cat, pausing halfway through the small braid in her hair as she got herself ready in her vanity. Then, she sighed, releasing her hair from her fingers, letting the braid fall apart as she held her head in her hands.

"What did I get myself into, Nivo?"

Meow

"Oh, sure, blame it on me."

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Angela racked her brain for ways to make it up to you. I mean, how does someone make it up to the person at fault?

It shouldn't have to be so expensive. Angela thought she could take you out for the day, get food with you, maybe go to the mall, she didn't know. She'll figure it out.

When Angela reached your apartment door, she knocked and waited for you to open your door, rolling her eyes at how long it was taking. Personally, she would have liked it if you answered immediately.

On the other side of the door, you were fast asleep, barely even registering the knock that sounded through your abode. Then as another knock sounded, you shot up in your bed, you messy hair flying over your face.

Your feet took you to your front door, and without my much thought, you threw it open and revealed a very well-dressed Angela smiling brightly at your not so well-dressed figure.

"Oh, you're early," you paused, scanning the outfit she'd come to your house with. "Come in, come in."

You lead Angela through your home, urging her to take a seat on your couch while you go back to your room to freshen up.

"I didn't think you'd be here so early, I would've gotten up and not greeted you like this." You began, continuing with, "Help yourself to anything in my fridge if you're hungry for anything. Let me just sort myself out, and then I'll get back to you."

"Take your time, Ven. I just thought that we could spend the day together, go on a date maybe."Angela said.

"A date, huh? So you were serious about that girlfriend part."

Angela stammered, her brain malfunctioning at the thought of you having considered the thought of her actually being your girlfriend. But fear not, because she knew how to handle this.

"Well I- it doesn't have to be a date. This could be anything you want it to be."

"Angela," You called, and when she appeared in your room doorway holding a glass of water, you continued.

"I told you to make it up to me, and if this is how you want to do that, then this is how we'll do it, " you said flatly.

Angela's brain heated up at your tone of voice, but her heart warmed at being given the wheel on this, so she smiled a gentle smile at you and spoke with a thoroughly calculated soft voice, "Thanks for giving me this chance, Raven."

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This day couldn't be any more tiring and hurtful. Angela's wallet was starting to hollow. Her complaint is that she only has a thousand dollars to spend on herself. You were so fucking expensive.

But that was an illusion. Not once did you ever ask Angela to buy you anything. Except maybe in the afternoon when you saw an ice cream stall in the park. But that wasn't too much, right?

For breakfast, Angela took you to McDonald's. Nothing too fancy. The two of you merely shared one order of a stack of pancakes. You thought it was cute, but Angela thought of sharing one order with you to preserve her riches.

The plan was to make you fall in love with her, not tear a hole in her wallet.

It was lovely from then on. Well, until lunchtime rolled around. Angela caught you up on the latest tea spilt in her friend group, and in return, you shared some of the things you did with your friends. Like, that time when you bought your friend a matching bracelet, and that time you fell down the last three steps on the stairs because you were too engaged with the stories one of your friends were telling.

Angela had a laugh at that, her cheeks turning pink as she laughed her little black heart out. You found it adorable, the way she brought her hand up to cover up her smile when she laughed, the way her eyes were glossed and nearly closed. It seemed that everything about her was just perfect.

Then lunch time rolled around, and Angela's mood soured, the long line getting on her nerves. She was thankful for your head leaning on her shoulder, though. It grounded her - wait, it did?

Anyway, all was well when the food came and the waiter apologized for the long wait. Then, when it was nearly time day to end, you offered to walk Angela home, which she was thankful for - what? - She was dreading the long walk home alone.

"So what are we doing tomorrow?" You asked as you walked with Angela to her home at a leisurely pace.

"I was thinking we could watch a movie at your place in the afternoon. You can pick the movie, I'd bring the snacks. Is that alright with you?"

You tsked, "How you make it up to me is on you, Gel. I won't tell you how to do it."

Angela chuckled, "Ah, right."

Then, in the silence that had befallen the two you, Angela's mind went haywire, thinking of all the possibilities that would come tomorrow. She was scared you'd catch onto her original plan, not knowing you were completely oblivious to her devious plan.

Then she perked up, her ADHD hitting her with a bright idea. "Oh, maybe we could make matching bracelets one of these days. We could wear them all the time!"

And suddenly you wanted to be hurtful, so you countered with, "Sure, well just throw them away when I turn you down after your five days."

"Oh, it is pointless, yeah."

"Well, this is your stop, right, Gel?"

Angela looked up at her home and hugged you goodbye before walking to her front door. "Yes, thank for today, Ven."

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"She's such a fucking asshole, Nivo!" Angela ranted as she entered her home, "I don't remember her being like this when we were friends. She used to be so nice to me."

Her cat merely stared at her, laying at his owner's feet for a belly rub. Angela did just that as she next spoke, "Why does she have to make me do this?

Angela continued her raged rant as she prepared a cereal for herself for dinner. "She's so annoying, Nivo. If only you were there to sit through everything she said.

"This is gonna be a very long five days, Niv."

[changingplumbob]

New Goth Household: Chapter 3, Part 1

In this part Milton struggles with nightmares, the household discuss their Winterfest plans and there are cats eating on the table... Sorry if there are typos in here, I'm setting it up while watching a livestream of a cat birth way past when I'm normally awake.

Back to Willow Creek for the holidays! I love how beautiful this lot looks when it snows. The Halloween decorations have been exchanged for some light up snowmen and inside some Winterfest wreaths have been hung. How awesome is it that this household (which includes a toddler) got spun for Winterfest! I’m not sure how much story will actually go on this chapter as my brain has trouble handling so many sims at once but I’ll give it my best shot.

Joey is still here for now. He finished his computer science degree last rotation. Well, technically he failed the last course due to a bug that stops my sims progressing with their uni coursework but luckily for me cheats helped me get him his deserved grade. He took the time to do homework, did an excellent presentation and took notes every class so there’s no way he did not deserve to pass.

Keira is in her final year of university, that biology degree will be complete in no time. Her girlfriend Marta works as a barista and spends time practicing on the piano outside their room. I have doubled the delay in skill building as it doesn’t make sense to me how some of my YA’s can have level 10 anything so we will see how that goes. Also, against my better judgement, I have increased how hard it is to build and maintain relationships as some of my sims maintain a full relationship bar by calling each other once a week. It’s helpful but probably not too realistic.

And in the newly renovated third floor we have Gertrude and Hamlet. Hamlet is no longer a kitten but a young cat. Also I swear I’m a responsible pet owner and Gertrude is spayed, I don’t know why she’s still making calls of love to the universe…

Newlyweds Alexander and James are adjusting to Alexander’s youngest brother Milton living with them. They tried offering him his own room but it didn’t take. After the death of his father and the disappearance of his mother Milton wanted to sleep where he could see Alexander. He is understandably having a few nightmares. It might make it difficult for the couple to have any kind of woohoo life but both Alexander and James are determined to put Milton first.

Sure enough Milton wakes up early and distressed. Climbing out of bed he bursts into tears, waking the slumbering couple.

Milton: Father dead! Mummy is dead! I’m dead! *wails*

James: It’s alright Milton, you’re safe now

Milton: I a flat pancake *wails*

Alexander: I’m coming buddy. Tell me what happened

Milton: Rock that killed daddy fell again and killed mummy

Alexander: It was just a dream Milton, we don’t know that she’s dead

Milton: Then rock roll to me and I try run but I not fast and rock squish me flat. I dead!

James: That sounds rather terrifying

Alexander: You’re awake now Milton. You’re alive, you’re safe. How about some breakfast huh

Milton: I... I can has cereal?

Alexander: Of course

Alexander scoops up his brother to carry him down the two flights of stairs.

Milton: Silas at daycare say he best brother but you best brother

Alexander: *laughs* You’re pretty good to buddy

Joey: So glad the watcher decided to give us a thermostat

James: I’m pretty sure I decided that

Joey: Sure. And you decided to rip out all your fireplaces for fun

Keira: I don’t mind, I’m still afraid of fire

Joey: Because now, we live in a green neighbourhood, go us!

Marta: A what

Alexander: He means it’s clean

Marta: Why not just say clean then. You simlish speakers

Alexander: I’m so hungry. I can’t wait to-

Hamlet: *meows* what’s this

James: Hamlet you really shouldn’t be on the table

Hamlet: *meows* bite me dad

Alexander: Okay I’m starving, why does he have to rub eating in my face

Marta: Why is he eating human food? Do you not feed him. As if it wasn’t bad enough that he wakes us up through walls

James: We have several bowls and litter trays all over the place

Alexander: Hamlet, leave some for me!

Milton tucks into his cereal happily eating the nightmares away. Keira begins her homework while Alexander manages to wrestle a plate of fruit salad from Hamlet.

James: Hamlet you really should not eat human food. It’ll mess up your insides

Hamlet: *hisses* Fight me

Marta: Any Winterfest plans

Joey: I’ll probably head to Tartosa, spend time with my parents

Marta: Keira was thinking we would visit her family too, spend some time in the sun

Milton: We have guests and presents

Alexander: That’s right. Cassandra and Rahul are going to visit with their kids

Milton: Savannah meanine

Alexander: She’s spirited Milton, just remember you’re older

Marta: I might see if there’s any odd jobs I can swing today. I told them I could cover weekends but that hasn’t worked out

Keira: Their loss

Marta: Thanks carino, good luck with the homework. Remember, almost done

Alexander: I need to start on mine but I have to get rid of this awful goatee first

Keira: Oh it is you. I thought it was a sasquatch using your voice

Milton: Sass- sass… sass catch

Gertrude jumps on the table and begins to eat.

Alexander: What the heck. Gertrude, you’re meant to be the older responsible one

Gertrude looks at him and pats the fruit salad questioningly

Alexander: Food is not a toy

Milton: *babbles to self about toys*

James: You all finished eating

Milton: Cereal good and Joey snuck me juice

James: Of course he did

Milton: What we do today uncle James

James: Well we need to get ready for Winterfest but you’re a bit small to help with that. How about a nice hot bath

Milton: With… bubbles?

James: *laughs* bubble bath it is. Up we go mate

It was here that I completely gave up battling the action queue cancelling and had my run of testing mods. Bjorn was super excited to help (not). But back to the actual stars of this story. Alexander began to shave off the goatee while Marta did daily yoga. Joey heard back from the job agency and he scored a role as an Ace Engineer in the Tech Guru path. Since he wants to be a start-up genius rolling in simoleons when not rolling in the ladies he gets to work polishing off his mobile app.

Milton has a wonderful time splashing in the bath. I can’t really see the bubbles but the moodlets assure me they are there. When he’s chucked a decent amount of water from the tub James gets him out and into his day clothes. Milton uses the potty since he’s near it while James works on cleaning up all the bathtub overflow.

Milton: Good kitty cat, good kitty

James: Hey Milton, do you want to go play? I need to do more cleaning

Milton: By Alexander please

James: I think he’s in the library working on his project

Milton: Can I have lift uncle James

James: I suppose your legs are still very short. Okay, hold on tight

Milton: *giggles*

James: Special delivery, one prince of the bubble bath

Alexander: You do make a great parent sweets

Milton: Alexander play?

Alexander: I’m a bit busy now buddy, maybe later. I’m sure someone will have time though

Gertrude takes the time to sharpen her claws on an especially plump ottoman while Milton decides to have a play with the toy cars.

James: And what do you think you’re doing

Gertrude: *meows* who me? Being a cat

James: There is a lot of old furniture in this house Gerty, we can’t just tear it all to shreds

Gertrude: *meows* pretty sure I can actually

James: Now where has Hamlet run off to

James finds Hamlet in the downstairs bathroom and negotiates him leaving the room so he can vacuum up the puddles from the broken sink. Hamlet begrudgingly agrees.

Marta: Hey tesorito, you doing okay

Milton: Want to learn more before birthday

Marta: Oh, I can help with that. Shall we go over your numbers

Milton: Flashcards? Flashcards!

Marta: I can see you’re excited. Okay, what’s this one

Milton thinks and tries to peer around to the back of the card

Marta: Hey, no peeking

Milton: Mummy let me

Marta: Oh I doubt that very much

Alexander tends to his homework after doing a draft of his presentation. Following a workout Keira goes to find Marta.

Keira: What do we have here

Marta: Cheating

Milton: I not cheat

Gertrude: *meows* he would if he could

Keira: You can’t learn if you cheat and peek buddy

Milton: Oh, I want to learn... so maybe I not peek

Having enough of flashcards for now Milton heads to the dollhouse but he doesn’t want to play alone. Keira joins him and the two make up a life for the doll characters. Milton can’t old back his love of books forever though and soon asks Keira for a story. She gets one and begins to read but Milton is so excited to hear it that he won’t even sit down.

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