#but also for real. i want to chew on colorful plastic toys so so bad everyday

[epicswagdivorceguy1]

think i have a problem with wanting to put small colorful objects in my mouth :/

[mahalidael]

Those Familiar Spirits

(*sprints up to the podium* FIRST FLYNN FANFIC. sort of. if you don’t count the phantomrose96 one, but flynn doesn’t actually appear in that one so make of it what you will)

Danny was two years old when the police came to their house. He must have thought the flashing lights were fireworks; he ran outside alone to look.

He saw uniforms, a funny black and white car, and a great deal of shouting between the grown-ups. It was July, and very muggy. Flies buzzed around the police cars’ lights as Mom and Dad talked very quietly, and Aunt Alicia yelled, and the police said ma’am, please, we’re trying to help, could you just, ma’am. Ma’am.

Danny ran up to get a better look but was promptly swept up by a police officer and carried back inside as he craned his neck to hear what they were saying.

Mom went inside for a minute and made him and Jazz sit on the couch. She told them gravely, “We’re just going to talk to the nice policemen, okay? Don’t go out there.”

Danny huffed. Jazz noticed his irritation and spoke up. “Can we watch TV if we stay inside?”

“Mm-hm,” said Mom, looking out the window at the lights again, already standing up and gravitating towards them.

Jazz reached for the TV remote and hit the power button with an ease that a four year old will only exhibit when provided with sufficiently busy parents. Danny started chewing on his shirt sleeve as images flashed on the screen; they were big kid cartoons that he had no interest in.

“Mom?” said Jazz, peeking up over the back of the couch.

Mom paused in the doorway and addressed one of the policemen before turning back to Jazz. “Just a second — yeah?”

“Where’s Flynn? He likes this show.”

“Um,” said Mom.

She cleared her throat.

“That’s what the policemen are going to help us with. I’m sure he’ll be back before it’s over.”

Their cousin was not back before it was over. He wasn’t back at all, but this, like most everything else from when he was two years old, fell through Danny’s memory like it was water.

...

Jack had been wary of his sister-in-law coming over for a week. He’d also been wary when Maddie described her sister’s marriage as “getting better” and said that she was “calling off the divorce.”

Anyway, within two days of the visit Danny had gotten it into his head that his uncle’s name was Damn-It-Bob.

But the most disconcerting thing was that Jack couldn’t do much about the situation. Alicia was a notoriously private person, and considered the matter of her marriage between herself, Maddie, and Damn-It-Bob. Trying to get close enough to be allowed into that inner circle was an exercise in self-endangerment. He had tried exactly once in college, and the dislocated wrist he’d gotten out of that arm wrestling match nearly cost him his scholarship.

Getting through to Damn-It-Bob was even more frustrating. Alicia, at least, cared about Maddie’s studies. She didn’t understand them, but looked on with interest as Maddie expertly extracted a sample from the latest ghost specimen and held it up to the light for her sister to see.

Damn-It-Bob was worse than an outsider. He was a snob.

Damn-It-Bob looked like if Alicia didn’t already have a pickup truck, he’d drive a Prius, and if he ever tried tikka masala he’d brag about it. Jack had to assume that if Alicia married him, they had to have some kind of common ground, but damn if he couldn’t figure out what it was. And apparently neither could they.

He had a degree in aerospace engineering, which he constantly emphasized was a really useful science. Alicia didn’t even have to work at the logging company if she didn’t want to keep up the family business.

He tried to charm the kids with pictures of the rockets he’d designed. It worked on Danny, which, yeah, okay, he was two years old, but Jazz seemed to pick up his intentions and tried to steer Danny away. Jeez. If Jack left her alone for five minutes, she might be doing calculus when he came back.

And then there was the kid.

He didn’t even notice that he was there until the Walkers were standing in the living room. Jack had walked behind Alicia to hang up their coats and suddenly saw him standing right behind her.

The kid hadn’t said a word in the entire thirty-minute production of his family coming inside — or if he had, he hadn’t been listened to. He had this sort of rust-colored hair that stuck out in all directions, like they tied up a big ponytail on the top of his head and chopped it off instead of giving him a real haircut.

Getting closer,  Jack finally saw why the kid wasn’t talking. He had his nose buried in some book. Oh, so he was one of those, Jack thought. He hadn’t personally been a child who devoured books like a woodchipper, but Vlad had.

In any case, silent reading hour was over. “Hey, bucko!” said Jack. The kid nearly jumped out of his skin, one hand snapping the book shut like a cell phone at the end of a tense call. “Thirsty for knowledge, I see? We’ve got more down in the lab.”

He shrunk away. Alicia noticed and put a hand on his shoulder as she turned her attention away from Maddie. “—so that’s how the union settled. And you two remember Flynn, right?” she said, ruffling the kid’s hair. “We brought him to Danny’s baby shower. He was so shy back then you thought the table was set by a ghost for a solid thirty minutes.”

Maddie’s eyes landed on Flynn and lit up in recognition. “Oh, yeah! I remember. You were at least a head shorter last time we saw you.”

Flynn nodded, staring at his shoes. He hugged the book to his chest like it was a stuffed animal.

Alicia and her husband chuckled politely. “Well, you might have seen him earlier if you didn’t pull out your toys to try and find that ghost,” said her husband, less politely.

“Bob, could you please be civil?” Alicia said under her breath.

“The event was delayed by an hour and we missed our flight over a bunch of—”

“Damn it, Bob—”

“It was a poltergeist, technically,” Maddie laughed nervously, stepping between them, a note of oh lord not this again in her voice.

“Hey, kids, how about we go down to the basement and check out some cool gadgets?” Jack was itching to take Flynn and the children downstairs. He had to ditch the conversation before it went south. “Wanna see what ghost bones look like?”

Flynn actually looked like he was going to respond to that, but Damn-It-Bob cut in. “Flynn probably wouldn’t be interested in theoretical science. He likes studying useful things.”

Yeah, ectoscience was theoretical. You could tell it was bad because it was italicized.

Jack resisted the urge to get passive-aggressive right back. Not in front of the children. “There’s plenty of physical things in the lab that I’m sure Flynn’s gonna love. Every kid loves lasers. Right, Danny?” he queried his son, who was chewing on the leg of the coffee table.

Danny blew a raspberry, which he assumed was a yes. Jack managed to whisk them away before the Walkers started swearing at each other.

He put Jazz and Danny down in the little area of the lab that they’d sectioned off with a foldable plastic dog gate, where Jazz made herself busy putting all the crayons in a straight line before Danny picked them up and started scribbling on the rubber tiled floor.

“So, Flynn! We’ve got some whosits and whatsits to check out. That catches ghosts,” Jack said, pointing at the gadgets skewed across the counter like exploded, “this blasts ghosts, that catches and blasts ghosts, and this is a hot dog maker. What do you wanna see first?”

Flynn shrugged and shuffled an inch backwards.

Okay, this wasn’t going anywhere. Which was odd — they’d opened up the ops center to tourists in the past for alternate revenue, and kids always seemed to be the most excited about the gadgets.

Plan B, he guessed. “What’s that book about, anyway?” he said.

Flynn hesitantly held out the book. Jack took it. It was a big, heavy book, with a hard cover titled The Collected Jack London. Jack went to open it to a random page, but was interrupted when his leafing caused something to fall out from between the pages.

It was a flower. Flynn quickly snatched it off the floor and took his book back, scowling. “It’s sabatia geu — sabatia geutianoides,” he muttered. “It’s one of the rarest flowers in Arkansas, so I can’t pick another one.” He then very carefully flipped to another page in the book, counting the page numbers in whispers until he found the one he was looking for and slipped the flower back inside.

Ah. He could work with that. “Really? Is it the rarest one you’ve got?” he said, posing a challenge.

“Uh, I have Stern’s medlar, but just a leaf I got off the ground. They’re cruh — crit — crit-i-cal-ly endangered.”

“We’ve got some samples of a pretty rare plant ourselves.”

Flynn’s eyes lit up. “Can I see them?”

Jack took Flynn off into a side room. This room was mostly like the last, though being closed to visitors, it was far less organized. He picked Flynn up and lifted him over a heap of spare parts on the floor. “Watch your step.”

A cacophony of containers were heaped on a table in the center of the room. Only a few of them were planter pots that they’d already owned; the rest were old shoeboxes and burned-out pots and pans. They were all filled with soil. Their occupants stretched their purple-black stems towards the overhead sun lamp.

“Rosa sanguinea, also known as the Massachusetts blood blossom,” said Jack. “They were grown in the 1600s — apparently they release an anti-ghost vapor. Unfortunately, we can’t prove whether it works, since we don’t have any intact ghosts to test it on, but they’re delicious.”

“That’s so weird.” Flynn rubbed a black leaf between his fingers, as if he expected the color to come off. “Roses aren’t normally hardy enough to grow inside. And the leaves are naturally black?”

“Yep. Well, maybe. We think they were mutated by long-term exposure to ecto-energy. The biggest patch of them is around Salem, and that place is a hotspot for the natural portals to the dimension ghosts live in,” he said, pointing at the pictures of such that they’d pinned to the corkboard across the room. Jack himself couldn’t believe some of the places that they’d found natural portals in. One of the pictures on the corkboard was of a portal they’d found in a public toilet. “They’re stubborn little buggers, but only in ecto-energized soil — we had to cart the dirt in these pots all the way back from Massachusetts.”

Jack snapped his fingers.

“I’ve got an idea.” He picked up a blood blossom growing in a mason jar and handed it to Flynn. “That’s yours now. Take it back to Arkansas, and it’ll protect you from ghosts.”

“Really?” said Flynn, seemingly more awestruck by the plant itself than any properties it might’ve had. “I can have it?”

“All yours! After all, who knows when you might need it?”

...

Flynn hadn’t wanted to leave Arkansas. He hadn’t wanted to sit in Mom’s funny-smelling truck for ten-odd hours while listening to them argue about money, and ghosts, and damn it Bob, would it kill you to put the toilet paper in the holder the right way just once?

At some of the rest stops, Flynn had stood in the bathroom and stared in the mirror. The door was right behind him and Dad hadn’t left the stall yet. He could just turn around and run into the woods, so Mom and Dad would talk about something other than their horrible marriage.

Because Flynn was ten years old, and the problem that he saw was nothing as complex as an incompatibility of personality, or people growing apart. The problem he saw was that they needed to shut up about the divorce.

That was all he wanted. Something to come in and make them shut up, and make the divorce go away, and put things back where they were supposed to be.

But obviously that’s not how things work. Flynn went outside and picked dandelions that were growing at the edge of the parking lot, and he held them outside the window while they were driving so the seeds would scatter all along the road, and he still ended up visiting Uncle Jack and Aunt Maddie in New York, and Mom and Dad were still fighting over stupid stuff.

Flynn kept trying to put off the tour. He knew that Dad would hate the lab. He stuck with real things, metal and chalk numbers — never mind that one of the major points of contention was the slew of Young Living boxes sitting in their garage. A better statement was that Dad rejected any science he didn’t think he could exploit. Like, son, wildflowers are nice and all, but you know that the real money’s in saffron, right? It sells for twenty-five hundred a pop and it’s not getting any cheaper. Just think about it, son.

“ —converts ectoplasm into a power source.” Aunt Maddie was showing them something embedded in the lab wall. Flynn didn’t really like ectoscience either, but that was mostly because the topic freaked him out. He didn’t like when his friends played that pencil game that let you talk to ghosts, much less when his uncle talked about ripping them apart mmmolecule by mmmolecule.

It just felt kind of rude. They were people, at some point. Everyone knew a dead person.

“Quaint,” said Dad, turning over the hot dog maker he had found on the counter. “Very quaint.” It was his usual word of condemnation. “What’s that hole in the wall?”

It was barely a hole. Not so much because of size, but because it was so badly occupied by a tangle of wire that actually entering it would be impossible. Aunt Maddie said: “Our prototype for a stable portal into the ghost zone.” Dad scoffed, but she smiled tightly and ignored it. “With a reliable and stationary portal, we can collect data faster.”

“And it took you ten years to think of that?”

“Bob, if you don’t want to see it, you can just wait in the guest room,” said Mom, rubbing her temples.

“No, it’s fine, Alicia.” Aunt Maddie sighed. “We’ve been thinking of it. It just took this long to make sure building a portal large enough for a human to enter would be safe. A few years ago, a friend of ours was injured by one that wasn’t any bigger than a car tire — precautions needed to be taken—”

Dad put up his hand in a ‘halt’ gesture. “So, wait. You know that those things can hurt people, and yet you build a big one in your basement, and let your kids in here ?”

“They’re at a safe distance — they’re not even on the same side of the lab,” said Aunt Maddie, eyes narrow.

“Oh, thank goodness you let your toddlers play some paces away from a potential biohazard! ” Dad threw up his hands in fake relief. “I guess that makes it okay, then!”

Aunt Maddie looked like she was gearing up to shout. But she glanced at her kids in their little corner hutch, and seemed to think better of it. “Look, Bob, I — help me understand. Five minutes ago you were calling ghosts ‘fairy tales,’ and now you’re getting on about potentially endangering my children with something that, by your own logic, shouldn’t do anything. What’s your real problem?”

“My ‘real problem’ is that, ghosts or not — and there are certainly not — the fact that someone got hurt at all tells me that you’re tampering with something that you don’t understand—”

“Bob, that’s enough —”

Seed dispersion was one of the fundamental adaptations of the plant world. A seed that dropped straight down from its parent plant was a dead seed. It wouldn’t be able to access sufficient nutrition, water, or light so close.

Mom exiled him and Dad from the lab so she could have a good talk with Aunt Maddie. Uncle Jack awkwardly let them sit on the couch and watch NCIS with him.

“I just think that pseudoscience has no place in being the primary income for a family,” said Dad.

Uncle Jack nodded with a poorly disguised grimace.

“Anyway, have you heard that lavender has anti-autism properties?”

Uncle Jack suddenly excused himself to go to the bathroom. Luckily, Dad seemed to think that the distant laughter was coming from the TV.

Dandelions had a nasty taxonomy. They were wind-dispersed, able to fly up to sixty miles away from their parent plant, where they isolated and readily speciated. This was a large part of the reason why Flynn couldn’t appreciate them without every adult in an eighty-mile radius screaming it’s a weed!

By Sunday, Mom and Dad couldn’t be in the same room together without shouting.

By Wednesday, they wouldn’t speak to each other at all.

By Saturday, they started calling the divorce lawyer again.

That night before they went back to Arkansas, Flynn slept on his aunt and uncle’s couch. He could hear Mom and Dad talking in the guest room above. At indoor voice levels. He didn’t know whether that was good or bad.

The potted blood blossom sat on the end table atop Jack London.

He was woken up at two in the morning when something spritzed him in the face like he was a cat. Flynn squinted in the darkness for what it could be and was immediately spritzed again. He wiped the spray off his face and jolted at the sight of a red smear on his wrist.

A faint hiss was coming from the end table. Flynn watched as the blood blossom emitted a quiet red steam into the air.

He looked around the room nervously. Then he looked out the front window.

At the very end of the street, between the buildings, there was a faint green glow that looked very much like Uncle Jack’s pictures.

Well, of course dandelions were weeds. When something survived too well, humans inevitably got all up in their business, trying to trammel them in. It was a weed because it didn’t cooperate with that.

Flynn didn’t need to pack his bag; he had already loaded everything from the trip back in, but he added some more anyway. He got a knife, a frying pan, and a BIC lighter out of the kitchen. And of course, he took his book and the blood blossom.

Then he walked out the front door for the last time.

It was a muggy July night, and all the lights in the windows were out. The streetlamps pooled in the road. The green light creeped into the alleyway on tiptoe.

Flynn stood before a hole in the world and found himself alone. The hole didn’t appear to properly occupy the alley. It looked like a bad photoshop in person. Just standing a foot away from it, he could feel the static electricity. It felt like it was ruffling his hair in a gesture of approval.

There was a deep hum that might have been the portal, or the flies buzzing around it, or Flynn’s heart getting ready to tear itself from his chest in excitement or fear. He did not know which.

The blood blossom was beginning to overflow its mason jar with red condensation. Flynn poured it out onto the ground. It mixed with the dank puddles in the mundane depressions of the concrete that, absurdly, continued to exist in the presence of something so otherworldly.

Flynn reached through the portal. It felt like cold water — strange, but not icy enough to be unpleasant.

This was what he needed. Something he didn’t know, somewhere his parents couldn’t find him. He could find shelter with those familiar spirits for a little while, and his blood blossom would protect him as his parents looked for him, and then he would come back and they would be so happy and angry to see him that they wouldn’t talk about the divorce again for another year at least, and it would be nice, and it would just be so nice, it would just be so nice when he got back.

And then the light consumed his vision.

...

Twelve years later.

“Jazz? Did you just come through the portal?” Danny squinted at the readout on the specter speeder — the constant green light of the ghost zone made it hard to read at times.

“No?” she said over the speeder’s radio. “I’m still in the lab, why?”

“Because the radar’s picking up signs of life.”

[bitchapalooza]

More hetalia highschool AU, 🌟magic team🌟 edition :)

Under the cut bc it is long ❤️

Vladimir is that one kid obsessed with Twilight but only for the vampires; it was his first ever exposure to vampires thanks to his dad thinking Twilight was an appropriate book for a 11 year old. Team Edward going strong for five years, he'd proudly declare like it actually mattered. He tries his best to dress goth at school even though his uniform gets in the way. Fake ear piercings(his parents won't let him pierce them yet), over the top makeup, he's dyed the top half of his shoes black because his parents were concerned about his obsession with black and wouldn't buy him the black tennies he wanted— "mom look, these are marked down for back to school! Can I pleeeease get them???" "....may I know why the black ones specifically?" "They match the ever nothingness of my soul." "Yep! The white ones it is then!" "Mooooooooooom!"— Vladimir has been dubbed the cringy vampire kid of course.

Lukas is into pretty much anything concerning cryptids and magical creatures because they can't be proven to be fake or real, which intrigues him. He carries a book about mushrooms at all times and info dumps on pretty much anyone about identifying poisonous mushrooms and which mushrooms are safe to eat. His backpack is covered in buttons and pins to show off his interests. He keeps an amethyst in the front pocket of his backpack, reason unknown other than to just randomly pull it out and let Mikkel look at it. He's that kid that always wears his hoodie no matter the season, he never takes it off. Under his hoodie is always a crude worded t-shirt that the school would not approve of, much less his parents. He's relatively quiet and because he's quiet he's considered a weird kid.

Arthur can't decide if punk is his style or if goth is. Either way, his way of self expression at school in addition to the uniform is horrible. Checkered black/red shoes his grandma got him with his older brother's hand me down worn out greying socks—"can I PLEASE just have my own clothes???" "we have perfectly good clothes for you in the garage! I can fix them up to fit you better and everything!" "but I want cool NEW clothes!" "those are cool clothes and as far as the other kids know, they're also new. Now get your transformer backpack and get to the car. I put a new patch on it last night so that should hold it for the rest of the year."— Old Pierce the veil shirt, with holes chewed into the collar from his older brother Dillan, peeking out from under his white polo. A black and red choker to match his black and red slowly tearing apart too big flannel on top of a black pull over. A deep blue beanie, the hoodie of his pull over almost constantly on top when outside the school. He dyes a part of his hair a different color every month. He spikes his hair using too much gel and is convinced he looks good. He talks too much about bands and always gets Vlad and Lukas going on and on about fictional creatures he does not FULLY believe in himself. He does, however, believe in magic and loves Harry Potter, more specifically the Weaselys, to bits.

Natalya is a sophomore, a year behind the boys, and she just kinda pushed her way into the friend group until they eventually accepted her into it. They were the only three she knew who liked occult related topics. She's on the baseball team because she wanted an excuse to hit things with another thing and NOT get detention because of it. She wears the khaki uniform skirt and takes full advantage over being able to wear any kind of tights underneath; skull pattern, plain black, blood splatter pattern, fire pattern. Anything that makes her feel like a badass. She's always talking about antiques and forging weapons, more specifically knives. She has a whole collection of fidget toys but her favorite is this pea pod keychain her father gave her. She's always talking about how she'd like to be a medical examiner and to just prove that she's serious, she'll bring up a picture of a human model and point out the difference between a self inflicted fatal wound and a homicide. She puts up a charade of being able to see and talk to ghosts to freak out Alfred, her extended friend first met through Tolys.

They collectively believe they're cool and that other people know this. They're genuinely blind to the obvious snickers sent their way, being called losers and nerds. They're really knowm for like really pathetic things like; Natalya is Ivan's, tallest and most intimidating member of the wrestling team, weird younger sister by a year. Lukas is just the weird quiet kid that reads by the courtyard garden during lunch. Vladimir is not only the vampire goth kid but the kid who's parents believe the teachers are giving his son low grades on purpose and will yell at them for it. And Arthur is just. He's another Kirkland, immediately assumed to be a massive trouble maker because of his now graduated brother Alistair and one grade above him brother Dillan. Everyone loved his eldest brother Darick and sometimes compare him to Darick.

Compared to what others THINK they do, such as witch craft for some odd reason, the four of them do pretty typical teen activities. Like hang out at the mall. Do their honework together. Play video games and D&D when they have the chance. The boys do have sleepovers still as they have since meeting each other in middle school, Nat not really being a fan of sleeping where she doesn't live but comfortable enough to go to their houses and just chill for the day. They have become friends because of their related interests but thats not what they're ALL ABOUT.

Fun facts/stories about these losers I thought about while bored as fuck:

• Lukas, in his freshman year, went on a nature hike field trip with his lit class after reading Into The Wild. And he brought his mushroom book of course. They walked around, looking at the sights, talked about the book. Lukas just stops at one point, falling behind the class. He picks up a mushroom, goes to the teacher and is like "You see this? Its not poisonous." And straight up fucking eats it without warning. The teacher called an ambulance even though Lukas kept telling him he was fine and that that mushroom was 100% okay to eat raw, but for sure better off cooked. Lukas calmly shows the paramedics his book and they're like "yeah that actually was safe to eat, we don't need the book to confirm that, but um. Please don't ever pick something off the ground and eat it again. Just. Please don't do that, son." .....he did it again before leaving to go back to school but this time he didn't tell anyone.

• In elementary school, Natalya brought in a model of the human brain she asked her dad to borrow. He had to say yes because she was his only child genuinely interested, not bored of, his medical profession and he found it very cute and honoring. So she's at show and tell, its her turn right, and she silently goes up to the front of the class and pulls out the model brain. Teacher tries to step in because, hey, these are 6 year olds—AND WHY DOES THIS 6 YEAR OLD HAVE A PLASTIC BRAIN??? But Nat just shooshes her. In surprised shock, the teacher is just quiet as Nat begins to explain parts of the brain and their function— which was all wrong actually. She knew the words and everything but she didn't get the locations right. She sounded confident and smart and she was telling this to a bunch of 6 year olds so they believed her of course. End of the school day, her dad is having a hilarious conference with his youngest's teacher about the brain incident.

• Vladimir loves reading. He's loved it since he began to learn how, even if his dyslexia gives him grief along the way. So since he loves to read he'll always get excited and read ahead in class or in the public library reading club. One summer, the reading club was reading The Giver and it was getting really good. Vlad was loving the story, so much so that Vlad began to read ahead in his own time when he really wasn't supposed to be, the club was reading it together out loud and discussing it. Now he's read enough and worked hard enough to figure out how to help himself focus better and understand each word and sentence without having to reread it all multiple times over or get stuck. But sometimes the meaning and context to what he's reading doesn't ALWAYS process with the words as he's too focused on reading the words right and it passes right over his head. So Vlad is reading ahead and he's getting to the part where The Giver has given Jonas the memory of the sled again. And Vlad just sits there after reading that paragraph. He rereads it. And rereads it again. And then he leaves his book on his bed, goes to the the hall closet and takes out the ironing board. He grabs a plastic container to use as an ill attempt of a helmet and he just. Rockets down the staircase and hits the wall. He screams and cries and his parents rush in from the livingroom. When asked what happened he just says "I wanted to understand the sled scene better! Now I do and I feel really bad for Jonas!" He just couldn't quite grasp WHY the sled accident hurt, never had a broken bone nor sled afterall, and needed to find out. And that's how Vlad got his first broken arm at the age of 12.

• When Alfred and Matthew moved in with Arthur's family, Arthur didn't like it. He was a moody young teen but he was also just tired of the full house. His cousins were loud and nosey. He had to share a room with his four older brothers already and now with Matthew while Kathleen and Alfred got a room to themselves. Arthur thought this was so unfair. So his solution was to run away. He was 13, he needed a place to have some peace and quiet for once. So he texts Francis and Lukas, the only two of his friends living in his neighnorhood. Francis is not on board with helping him run away at first but then Lukas brings literally all his camping gear for Arthur's use and then Francis is on board because he had the feeling Arthur was going to get himself killed somehow. So as the elder one of the group he accompanied Arthur and Lukas out to the short stretch of woods behind the last street of their neighborhood, intending to go to the big clearing before hitting the roads leading to the airport and whatever else buildings. They're out there setting everything up together and they're done by like 4 pm. They sit down and talk, munch on oreos and other snacks Arthur deemed as essential survival foods. Then Francis looks at his cell and remarks "wow its already 6! Ah, Lukas, we should get home. Afterall, neither of us ran away so we still have supper to eat. Come on Lukas, let's go before our parents come looking for us." They exchange goodbyes, Francis trying his best to hide his cocky smirk. So Lukas and Francis start walking off, Arthur crawls into the tent and eats half a cookie before frowning and feeling too alone. He didn't expect to feel alone because all he wanted was to BE ALONE. Before he knows it, he's running out of the tent yelling after his friends to stop and wait up. "Oh whats wrong, Arthur? I thought you wanted to run away." "I— I forgot I hadn't fed my rabbit is all! I'll run away tomorrow! I'm not... Feeling lonely if.. If that's what you think...." Arthur did not run away the next day. Buuuuuut the three plus Vlad made a tree house together in the Kirkland backyard that they still use today!

[ma-lark-ey]

Lark headcanons to piggyback off my Grant headcanons B) I don’t have as many for Lark which is weird considering I took his name. 

- He’s the younger twin 

- mans SUCKS in a fight, he thinks he doesn’t 

- He’s that one kind in your grade who no one really talks to or is friends with, but no one dislikes. 

- always keeps stimtoys on him, always always always

- severely ADHD

- deffo has panic attacks (like his dad B) ) 

- He can’t handle much weight on top of him from the trauma of the pyramid. 

- He has some pretty noticeable scars on his arm, neck and legs from the incident, when people ask he quickly changes the subject. 

- He owns a chinchilla! her name is Snail. Sparrow has one named Slug! 

- He likes to write!! He writes a lot of short stories, and will churn out stories of Sparrow’s characters. 

- to go with that, Sparrow will draw scenes from the stories he writes. They’re a little duo. 

- They want to make comics when they’re older. Lark being the writer and Sparrow being the artist.

- Lark is really good at calming people down and mellowing out bad situations, it’s a skill he had to learn from how often Grant and Nick would have panic attacks after Faerun, and he wanted to help them. 

- He likes stirring the pot in politics classes. 

- he has a LOT of pent up anxiety, but doesn’t admit it. 

- If he’s not with Sparrow, he’s probably hiding out at a skatepark or a junkyard. 

- He’s trans masc because fUCK you. Self projection.

- He expresses his affection through gifts!! He likes making all his cool friends gifts to give them 

- He’s super socially awkward and doesn’t have many friends, even though he’s super charismatic. 

- If he can’t do comics as an adult, he wants to be a special ed teacher. 

- Lark will never admit it, but he is EXACTLY like his dad. 

- Lark and his partner (Finch, obviously. If you don’t know who Finch is.... Boy do I have a piece of fandom to introduce you to) adopt a kid at like, early thirties. You would never think Lark would make a nice parent, but he’s a more strict version fo Henry. Takes good care of his little guy. 

- The kid’s name is Dove 

- Lark’s comfort food are those shitty muffins you get in little tiny packs of four and ate as a kid instead of a real breakfast. 

- His favorite drink is... Whatever the fuck you put in front of him. 

- One time when he was little he brought Henry a glass of water that was left outside for days ( you know the kind I’m talking about ) and told him to drink it. Henry couldn’t say no. 

- Lark thinks a lot about what would’ve happened if he took over Oakvale after Faerun. He wonders how different life would’ve been. 

- He doesn’t get along super well with Autumn, but he makes a point to keep in contact with her. 

- Some nights, he’ll have a really bad panic attack and dissociate for a long time. Whenever he calms back down, he’s always protectively held in his dad’s lap in the living room floor with some kids cartoon on the TV, and usually Henry is mumbling to him about something. 

- Lark used to only drink with plastic straws (he likes to chew on them and his hands shake too much for him to use a glass), but he started using rubber straws in eighth grade cause he liked the taste of rubber more. 

- on that, his hands are always shaking like a mother fucker. The only thing he’s found that steadies his hands is cross-stitch. 

- He listens to folk punk (oh no) 

- If you get in the car with Lark, Hayloft by Mother Motehr WILL play, and he WILL go absolutely FERAL 

- He plays the drums!! 

- Whenever he gets drained in social situations, he’ll crouch. He’ll just *crouches down* and sit there. He’ll keep interacting with you normally and whatnot, but he likes being close to ground. 

- He sleeps to the side of his bed instead of in the middle so in case Sparrow has a nightmare and wants to climb in next to him he can :(( 

- Lark listens to Welcome to Nightvale and The Penumbra Podcast

- His favorite color is green! 

- His favorite video game is Forager

- Lark LOVES My Hero Academia, also watches a lot of short underground anime. He rarely gets into the big names, but MHA grabbed him by the throat and said “You’re gonna have the duality of relating to Izuku AND Katsuki, deal with it” and he said “Yes, Mr. ADHD and Depression, sir!” 

- Lark listens Its Okay (To Punch Nazis) - Cheap Perfume on repeat because it scratches a good brain itch, also yeah, he’d clock a nazi without flinching. 

- He has a playlist on Spotify titled “feral baby man” and it’s just a bunch of songs he legally has to scream along with

- Similarly, he’s that one friend with way too many Spotify playlists and all of them have hyper specific purposes. 

- A collection of them are Stimmy Stimmy, Oh No Emotions, UWU Vibey Shit, Whoever Put Crack In These Songs, Thank You For Your Service, HOIST UP THE THIIIIIING, and more. 

- He says a bunch of Australian and Irish slang and NO ONE knows where he got it from. (His favorite thing is to drop a new one and watch the confusion. The best one yet is Grant’s reaction to ridgey-didge of just “Literally what the fUCK did you just say??????”) 

- He likes sewing 

- Surprisingly, he likes soft music as much as he does really attention grabbing stuff. One of his favorite bands is Sleeping At Last

- He likes to have jam sessions with Nick :(( 

- He has a little sister! She was bro when he was around thirteen, and her name is Piper 

- he’s the bEST big brother. Okay? He sits with his little sister in his lap in his highschool years as he does Homework and teaches her about math and English to help him study it better. 

- He also reads her bedtime stories

- HE KEEPS HIS HAIR REALLY LONG CAUSE HE LIKES TO BRAID IT WHEN HE GETS ANSY AND DOESN’T HAVE ANY STIM TOYS ON HIM SEND TWEET. 

This is all I have to give you on Lark at the moment. 

[the-evil-authoress]

GX Month Day 6: “Heartfelt Appeal”

You find two characters that click so well, look them up...and there’s no content! ‘Why?? Someone please make content!’ The pleas go unheard. You’ll just have to make it yourself. Show some love for your rare pairs today!

MORE FANTASYSHIPPING! 8D

Year 2’s Duel Monster Spirit Day! Friendly reminder that ‘Mana’ is the name Dark Magician Girl gave when she introduced herself to Syrus last year.

Colorful banners and streamers hang from the entrance hall once more, market tents set up in the main yard with flashy signs and flags announcing their wares or food or other activities. Syrus stares at it all with the same wonder as last year, and peers through the throng of students hopefully. His other friends have already gone off to find the activities they like best, be it duels or carnival games or the kissing booth, so Syrus is free to wander at his leisure and search.

It’s stupid, it’s silly, and Syrus still wonders if last year was a fever dream regardless of the way Christina keeps teasing him and the ghost of arms he sometimes feels around his shoulders. But still, he hopes and maybe this year he can confirm it for sure.

“Syrus!” a voice calls out that tickles his memory and Syrus swings to face-

“Mana!” Heat floods his cheeks. Dear Ra, did she get prettier or is he just hopelessly, stupidly crushing? “You...you just disappeared last time,” he squeaks out the first thing that comes to mind that isn’t a jumbled mess of pretty hug magic like, and wants to kick himself when Mana’s expression falls.

“I know, I’m sorry,” she says, looking so sad it physically hurts. “I didn’t want it to end that way. I lost track of the time and I wasted too much of it showing off.” Her voice turns a bit bitter before she shrugs it off and smiles again. “But not this time. This time you have my full attention.”

“No, no!” Syrus frantically waves his hands in front of him. “I didn’t mean- I what?”

Mana giggles and leans down. “Just for today, you have me all to yourself!” Winking, she taps his nose and Syrus wheezes as his heart makes a valiant attempt at pounding straight out of his chest. Leaning back, Mana clasps her hands behind her back. “So what do you want to do?”

“Ah, well, um, we, we could, we could check out the carnival games,” Syrus finally stammers out a full sentence. Gods he hasn’t been this bad about it since the beginning of the year!

Mana only giggles again as she takes his hand and heads off toward the game booths. “Don’t go hiding in a trashcan on me now.”

Syrus’ brain freezes for a full second. “YOU SAW THAT?”

“I see everything Chinatsu sees! Well, almost.”

Who the hell is Chinatsu?!

*

It takes a solid 30 minutes and two botched carnival games to finally work himself out of that last anxiety attack, but finally his heartrate feels normal and he doesn’t want to die of mortification. If he dies he won’t get to see Mana smile or hear her squeal over the stuffed Happy Lover she won from the last game. Her throwing arm is ridiculously good. She’s also amazingly child-like for...however old she’s supposed to be.

“Ooo! I wanna try that! I wanna try that!” she squeals, pointing animatedly at the food stall with an assortment of pastries. “The bean fishies! Chinatsu loves these! I always wanted to try one!”

Syrus orders them a taiyaki each and ends up going back for seconds when Manna practically melts where she stands. “It’s so rich and sweet~!”

The next half hour ends up devoted purely to letting Mana sample all the food at the festival and discover her favorites. They compare tastes and Syrus offers recommendations. Mana ends up leaning more towards milder flavors of the sweet and savory variety; too much flavor and she’ll gag on it even if she likes the taste. Syrus prefers saltier foods with just a tiny extra kick. Mana’s reaction to hot spices had been concerning but strangely fun.

“Hey, um, if it’s not rude to ask...” Syrus starts as they sit on a bench nibbling on dango. Mana tilts her head to show she’s listening and Syrus ploughs ahead before he can talk himself out of it. “Are you really the Dark Magician Girl?”

Manna chews slowly before swallowing. “What do you think, silly?”

He thinks she is, and he’d call it crazy if not for, well, everything else crazy about the last two years of his life. After literally sentient murder crazy light, he might be ready to believe anything. But then- “Why me?”

“Because you wanted to get to know me,” Manna says without missing a beat. “You didn’t just see a pretty face or a powerful mage; you wanted to know the real me beneath all of that.”

“Oh...” Syrus remembers that conversation. Christina asked him why he had a card crush on the Dark Magician Girl. Did she ask because...

“And because I want to get to know you too,” Mana continues and Syrus sputters as his poor heart makes itself known again. “I’ve gotten to watch you a lot but that’s not the same as interacting. I want you to show me who you are. And I want to show you who I am.”

“Me? But I’m...I’m not...” His eyes fall to the ground as he thinks of that embarrassing episode of hiding in a trash can, of his brother who he couldn’t even stand up to in the end, of the Society of Light that he did absolutely nothing to help stop and even got himself kidnapped by a digital woman and her duel monster lackeys.

“Syrus.” A hand on his cheek brings him back to face Mana’s deep green eyes. “You can do anything and be anyone you want to be. I mean, just look at you already.” She plucks at the yellow blazer and Syrus’ chest fills with pride at the reminder. That’s right. He did do that. All on his own. “You look so good in yellow!” Mana cheers and Syrus’ ducks his face away again. He doesn’t know how to handle all these compliments! “Believe in yourself, and when that’s hard to do, believe me when I say I believe you can do anything.”

Those words might mean more to him than any other praise or pep talk he’s gotten before, simply because they sound so genuine. He’ll hold those words close to his heart for the rest of his life, because someone as strong and powerful as the freaking Dark Magician Girl believes in him. Swallowing, he nods and clears his throat to find his voice. “So, um, what do you wanna know?”

Smiling, Mana stands and pulls him straight back to the carnival games. Oh, so they’re not talking more? Syrus has to admit to being disappointed.

“Favorite color?” Mana asks as they try to catch tiny goldfish and distracts Syrus from the extra shiny one he almost caught.

“Actually...it’s orange,” he amidst sheepishly. “But I look horrid in it.”

“Aw, I think you’d look cute in orange! Like a little pumpkin.”

“A pumpkin?!”

“Oh? I’m sorry, was that an insult?” Mana asks with such genuine concern and confusion that Syrus can’t even be mad.

Shaking his head, Sryus flips the question around on her. “What about you?”

Mana stares at the water in the plastic pool. “It used to be purple...but I think I like grey a little better now.” She looks up and smiles and Syrus can’t help but feel like he’s missed something significant in that response.

“Favorite animal?” Mana asks once they’ve moved on to a ring toss game.

“Dogs,” Syrus says immediately, then feels self conscious about it. “I mean, they’re loyal and fluffy and I’ve always wanted one, they look fun to play with-”

Mana laughs. “Dogs are man’s best friend, right?”

“Yeah…”

“Mine are birds.” Mana looks up to the sky. “Because they can fly. I always wanted that freedom.”

“But you can fly too, can’t you?”

“In spirit form. But I can’t go too far from my card. Like this I can only float a bit.” With a snap of her fingers, her feet lift a couple centimeters off the ground in demonstration.

“That’s so cool.” Syrus stares in awe as Mana sets her feet back on the ground.

“The silliest thing you’ve ever done?”

A deep breath as a laundry list of his most mortifying experiences assault him. Breath out. He digs deeper for an older memory less tarnished by years of ridicule and insecurity. “I wore a sand bucket on my head and called myself a king.”

Mana laughs, loud and sudden, and Syrus takes pride in his four year old self for managing to entertain two people. He doubts he’d share that memory with anyone else; it’s one of the few he has of Zane smiling.

“I used to hide in giant vases then jump out and scare the crap out of my best friend,” Mana says with a wide grin, and Syrus snorts because he can picture it clearly. “Master always scolded me, but his reactions were too fun.”

Her master? Dark Magician then? Syrus wonders what kind of person would get to hang out with both of them. Probably another powerful spellcaster. “What is he like? Your master? Or...is he here today too?”

“Mahad? No, his situation is different from mine so it’s harder for him to cross the border,” Mana says, scanning the festival for their next game. “He’s pretty strict, and doesn’t know how to take a joke. But he’s kind and selfless.” Her voice grows soft and wistful, then she shakes herself and scratches her cheek. “Honestly, we’re kinda opposites, but that’s what makes it fun.”

She points to a shooting game booth before eagerly charging toward it; Syrus shows her how to use the toy gun and manages to beat her at this game. He still lets her pick out the prize, giggling when she picks out a lucky cat keychain.

“Dream career?” The key chain sways as it dangles from her finger.

Syrus fidgets. “It may seem kinda obvious, but I wanna be a pro duelist. A really famous one,” he mumbles, eyes turning to the ground.

“I bet you’ll be more famous that Yugi!” Mana cheers and Syrus quickly waves his hand in front of him.

“No! No, I doubt that!”

“Do you wanna have kids?” she asks while they fish for balloons with little hooks on strings.

Syrus chokes and drops his string straight into the water. “I mean, uh, maybe?? I guess I’d like- like to settle down and- and have a family- eventually...”

Mana smiles, but it looks a bit sad. “Yeah. I definitely want that too.”

“Best childhood memory?” Nimble fingers rifle through the Senbonbiki strings before giving one a tug.

Syrus answers without hesitation. “Zane teaching me how to duel.”

The string is a dud without a prize attached; Mana turns from pouting to look at Syrus with curious eyes. “Oh?”

“Yeah... we...” Syrus looks away, tries to keep the melancholy out of his voice. “We had a good relationship back then.”

Mana hums, reaching out to take his hand and wander back through the festival. “I think...mine is meeting Atem for the first time.”

Atem. That’s Christina’s ace card. Syrus shouldn’t be surprised he’s a duel spirit too. “Are all monster cards duel spirits?”

“Not every card has a spirit attached, but I have noticed almost every design mirrors a creature or person that actually exists.”

“Weird.” Honestly, Syrus never thought about it before, but it’s really weird that a game on Earth could accurately depict creatures from another dimension. Sure, Pegasus based the original cards off carvings he found in Egypt, but those were 3000 years old! Some of the new archetypes look distinctly futuristic, and Jaden designed the Neo Spacians so explain that! Just thinking about it gives Syrus a headache.

“Have you ever lost a fight?” he ventures to ask as they nibble on chocolate bananas.

“Lots of times,” Mana laughs at herself. “Especially during training. And no matter how good you are there’s always someone stronger, so tactical retreat is necessary!”

“Yeah, that’s true.” Syrus nods. The sky’s getting darker. Will Mana still be here for the fireworks? “What’s it like being a spirit?”

She doesn’t answer immediately. “It’s...lonely sometimes,” she admits, voice soft, almost forlorn. “Not many people can see us. We entertain ourselves by watching the world and taking bets on what kind of trouble Jaden will get into next.” Mana shrugs and smiles, an obvious attempt to make light of the situation, but Syrus can see straight through it.

“Oh,” he says, wishing he could put his emotions into words that wouldn’t hollow.

Mana glances out at the darkening sky, voice soft as she asks, “One thing you really wanna do before you die?”

“Huh?” The question startles Syrus as much as the oddly wistful tone. “I guess...” He hesitates. One thing? The thing he wants to do most? That he’d regret never doing? “I wanna be happy. With someone I mean!” he quickly amends and the word babble spills out from there. “I wanna get married and buy a house and share my life with someone. I know it probably doesn’t sounds that ambitious but-”

“No, that’s a great ambition.”

Syrus can’t really name the emotion on Mana’s face. Nodding, he looks down at his feet and fiddles with his hands. “Maybe...if we get to know each other better...you could be that person?” He squeezes his eyes shut, not daring to look up.

An intake of breath. “Syrus...”

The boom rattles through his bones and Syrus screams, flinging himself towards the nearest source of comfort and shelter, straight into Mana’s arms. Oh. Oh, the fireworks! Prying his eyes open reveals bursts of color lighting up the sky as another boom shakes the air. He laughs awkwardly and rights himself, murmuring an apology.

“I don’t have much time left,” Mana says, colored light illuminating her mournful expression, and the dread seizes Syrus by the throat.

“Ki-kiss me properly this time!” Oh gods his voice cracked and got really screechy, but he said it! His hands fist against his legs, trembling as her heart goes off on another marathon, and what if she rejects him? What if he read this all wrong? What if-

“Okay.”

Her kiss lingers on his lips long after the fireworks fade and she disappears back to being a spirit. He can still feel her hand against his own, and this time he knows it’s real.

[queen-of-the-trash-planet-tm]

Knock Knock. Who’s There? (Jasonette) (continuation of The Most Vibriant Color)

Orange. Orange was the color of pill bottles, the eyes of vampiric bats in the night, and the tint of the orange plastics that polluted the earth. Orange was the color of a shirt Jason Todd was trying to pack. The voices finally broke him into going to Paris and now he needed to pack. Jason had no idea how long he would be there, but he also had no plans of returning to Gotham anytime soon. Dick walked into the room, “Dickie boy, what’s up?”

The older adoptee stared at his brother, “Are you sure you want to leave? You just got back.”

Jason didn’t just want to go, he needed to leave. If the pit madness didn’t drive him insane, the constant way Bruce and Dick treated him like he was a bomb just waiting to explode would. They claimed they missed him, mourned him, wept oh so many tears, but in the end they had just replaced him. Jason would never be Dick; he knew it; Bruce knew it; hell, Dick himself said he would never be good enough.

The steel blue orbs bore into Jason’s making him shift uncomfortably, “Then it will feel like I never came back,” he laughed but Dick found no humor in his words, “Listen Dick, I’m not you. I’m going to be fine.”

Jason wasn’t fine, not right now, not in Gotham. He was suffocating. Loneliness was a silent killer, one worse then the Joker. Jason knew it would kill him all over again if he didn’t do anything to stop it. Dick didn’t understand, he was the golden child. Dick was the first, the better Robin, the most charming, respectful, and kind one of the Bat’s kids. He lived a good life in the circus with his family and then immediately be adopted by one of, if not, the richest men in the world. Dick didn’t grow up on the streets, he wasn’t treated like an outsider in his adopted family, he wasn’t toyed with, frayed, bruised, ripped, or mutilated like Jason. A stranger in his own body is what Jason was.

All of these feeling were internalized of course. What’s the point of talking about the emptiness that plagued him, when everyone was already moved on? Jason had no purpose anymore. Why would Bruce miss one of his thousand kids? Jason was just another passion project... right? Did he serve any real purpose to begin with? All of these thoughts stuck with Jason. No matter how much he wished they would just go away, they would stay ever fervently whirling like a tornado inside Jason’s psyche. The only way to escape them was to leave. They’d have to, if they didn’t Jason didn’t know what he’d do. This is his last hope to try and just be a kid again. A luxury Jason was never given, this is the time where Jason reclaims the innocence that was stolen from him.

He swore it. He meant it. He was going to live it.

After Dick had finally left the room, Jason finished packing. This was the final piece to the puzzle that was Jason’s future. Gotham would lose Jason Todd again, this time by choice. What good did his return do anyway. Gotham could live without Red Hood, she could live without another troubled kid, she could live with one of her kids living without her. Gotham couldn’t live with one of her babies dying again in front of her. Paris craved chaos and by Kawamii was Jason going to raise hell while he’s there. Gotham knew this, so she passed one of her favorite boys to Paris in hopes of his life being preserved. Paris welcomed him with open arms too. What about a baker’s daughter?



Orange. A color of insincerity, empty calories, a color without substance. Orange was a color that would haunt Marinette. Everywhere she turned an Ex-friend and a liar would be there trying to gain her attention. The liar spun beautiful tales of her exploits, but she also created terrors to ruin Marinette. The pathetic excuse of a reporter pestered her into helping her tabloid of a blog, “Come on! Get me an interview with Ladybug!” She would shout, “I have to know about what happened with Rena and Carapace!”

“For the last time, Alya, I’m not in anyway, shape, or form obligated to help you. I’ve made myself very clear in stating that we aren’t friends. You talk bad about me, try to ruin my commission website, and on top of all of that you expe- no, demand something of me?!?” Marinette was furious. The insolence Alya repeatedly shown to her angered her to new bounds, “You think you are in a position to be speaking to me at this moment? Alya, I’m tired of this routine you have taken accustomed to falling into. Just because you forgot your own actions, doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten nor forgiven you for. If you come by the bakery again, I’ll put a restraining order on you in school and outside. You have become a stalker, I don’t want anything todo with you.” 

Marinette had to take deep breaths and close her eyes to calm herself down. 1... 2... 3... repeat. 1... 2... 3... repeat until calm. She could not risk akumitization, it was not an option. Ladybug couldn’t be compromised. Emotions are a luxury that Marinette cannot be awarded. Alya on the other hand, she had no control and abused that.

Once Marinette had opened her eyes, she saw a purple little butterfly touch and be absorbed by Alya’s frames. The exchange between the supervillain and Alya was brief, he didn’t have to say much before the glow of power overtook the glasses sporting journalist. Marinette thought to herself, ‘I can never catch a break, can I?’

Marinette ran, commanding the people to evacuate, to the nearest locker to hide and change in. Tikki has taken no time to change and showcase her new look. Ladybug had outgrown the red and black, polka dotted, skin tight, spandex. She was much too mature for that now. Ladybug was layered in body armor, away with the pigtails that feigned innocence. Her hair was now loosely pulled back by two braids with the rest of her hair down, now her suit was a majority of black. Marinette’s mask’s colors had been inverted. Ladybug was a guardian of the order, a leader, a symbol, she needed to update her look.

She existed the locker, yo-yo in hand. Ladybug swung to higher ground. She had no information on the powers of this akuma, it was time to play everyone’s favorite: the waiting game. This also allowed for Char Noir to get here in time. In the beginning Chat was a little pushy and childish, but after 5 years of fighting he became jaded and more serious in his role. He got himself a girlfriend that didn’t work out but she was there, became a better friend, and more importantly a friend. Chat was tired, the only reason he was still fighting is because of Ladybug. His lady needed someone to balance her out, so until they can find his replacement they’re stuck.

After 5 minutes of waiting and observing, Chat had arrived, “What’s the status? What happened Bugsboo?”

“The akuma’s in her glasses. Alya, was told off by Marinette apparently and couldn’t handle it. And before you say something about Marinette instigating, Alya was harassing her about an interview with me. I will not give her an interview either. She doesn’t want to fact check, fine. I don’t want to give her an interview.”

Chat sighed. This whole situation was getting out of hand. He lost Marinette. Alya is on a warpath. Lila keeps harassing him. Maybe it was time to build his ark while the flood rages. He’s exhausted of playing middleman, of losing important people, he’s tired of fighting. After this he would beg Marinette to accept his apology, but if she didn’t want to he’d understand. This was going on for long enough.

The fight itself only took around 30 minutes. Once the cure was done, Alya awoke to see Ladybug staring her down. Alya didn’t seem to get that Ladybug was infact angry at her, “Ladybug! Can I get an interview?”

“I believe Marinette had told you I wouldn’t be giving you anymore interviews,” she said with venom, she hadn’t meant to but it was seeping out. “I saw the messages you and the rest of you class sent her. All of the hate, I know you tried to ruin her website. And for the last time, I do not know a Lia Rogatonie or whatever her name is. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to leave. Bug Out!”

Alya was left stunned. Tears stained the cheeks of the “reporter” and she realized that she had been live-streaming the exchange. All of Alya’s followers had seen her be chewed out by the savior of Paris and Chat had only nodded. It wasn’t long after Ladybug left that Chat went in the opposite direction.

Marinette landed in an ally by the airport. She had to run home now that school was cancelled. Not actively paying attention to her surroundings, she had run into a large man. He was about 6’0 (182.88 cm) and all muscle. His jet black hair had a white streak going through it, he was devilishly handsome, and his eyes. Oh god, his eyes. They were clear blue, however, there was green infringing on them. It was a sickly green too. Marinette almost drooled at the sight of the Grecian god standing before her.

He had stumbled a bit but she had fell completely on her bottom. Marinette’s face was the same shade of her old suit design. Eventually the man had helped her up with an extended hand, “Are you okay?” He asked in rapid English.

If it wasn’t for all of the lessons Jagged and Penny had given her, she wouldn’t have understood a lick of anything he said, “Umm, I’m fine. T-Thank you,” she responded in accented English.

“You wouldn’t have the directions for Le Grand Paris would you,” he switched the language on her. “That’s where I’m staying, I got lost.”

“Oh, yes of course! I could help you get there, Monsieur...” she waited for him to fill the blanks.

“Jason,” He supplied, “Jason Todd.”

She outstretched her hand again, “Marinette Dupain-Cheng,” she said with her blindingly bright smile.

The sun was setting. A gorgeous orange glow was cast over the two as they walked towards Le Grand Paris. Each thought the other as etherial being and fell into comfortable conversation. This would be the start of a beautiful friendship and possibly romance.

A/N: This was one of my favorite things to write. Thank you to everyone who likes, comments, reblogs, and thank you for sending in the asks. They make my day like you wouldn’t believe. I never expected this many people would actually like the word vomit that comes from my mind. Also, special thanks to @/abrx2002 for the idea to make this series dealing with the entire rainbow! I was just going to do red, but now I’m doing the whole rainbow. If the series isnt done by purple, I’ll do more colors. Also if I didn’t tag you, it’s because I can only tag 50 people at a time. However, I’ll tag you in the comments!

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[chenle-dressed-in-black]

sapphire~        p. jinyoung

     This was a request! I went off the rails a little, but I hope that’s okay. It’s a scenario where the reader’s husband passed away (fair warning: there are mentions of death) leaving her with two kids. She’s starting to date Jinyoung, and her oldest daughter is now in a constant state of rebellion because of it. It’s really just a wholesome, bittersweet mother-daughter story with Jinyoung being husband material. Enjoy that lol.

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     “I have to take a rain check on dinner,” you say into the phone. Your cellphone’s in one hand and your son is in the other. He’s contentedly nibbling on a plastic toy meant to soothe his gums. Teething is a real bitch. “Ivy hasn’t come home yet and she’s not answering her phone.” 

     You hear your boyfriend sigh on your behalf. “Do you want me to come over? I could watch Adrian if you need to look for her.” 

     “She’ll come home,” you say. “Ivy is only doing this to get under my skin.” 

     “Because of me.” 

     You set Adrian down in his little blue Bumbo seat. He makes a face like he’s about to cry, then laughs in your face. “It’s not your fault, Jinyoung.” 

     “If I weren’t in the picture—”

     “She’d find another way to take out her grief,” you explain, tickling one of Adrian’s tiny feet. His legs go flying around and you can’t resist cracking a smile. “You’re the easiest thing for her to hate.” 

     “I’m really sorry, Y/N.” Based on his tone, he sounds like he should be putting a deflated hand on his forehead about now. “I don’t want to cause your daughter any more pain than she’s already had to deal with.” 

     You’re about to tell Jinyoung that he’s not causing anyone any pain when you hear a car pull in your driveway. In a second, you’ll hear Ivy’s keys dangle against the front door as she unlocks it. “She’s here; I’ll call you later.” 

     “Good luck.” 

     You poke Adrian’s nose. “Thanks.” 

     It’s the look on your daughter’s face that pisses you off more than anything else. Ivy strides into the kitchen nonchalantly like she hasn’t just come home two hours after her curfew. “Hey.” 

     “Why are you doing this?” You look at her sternly. “This isn’t like you, Ivy, and you know it.” 

     She crosses her arms. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” 

     “Listen to yourself, sweetheart.” Your face softens. “You won’t make me yell at you. You’re not doing this to be a bad kid. Try to piss me off, but it won’t work. All you’re doing is making me feel disappointed.” 

     “You don’t know anything! Stop treating me like a baby!”

     “Do not raise your voice in front of him.” You motion toward Adrian, who has stopped chewing his plastic toy. He’s staring at her with wide, clueless eyes. “Make my life harder all you want, but don’t you dare put him under any stress.” 

     For a second, Ivy actually looks taken aback and even regretful. Her walls rise more quickly than they fell, though. “Whatever.” 

     You hold out an expectant hand. “Give me your keys. Now.”

     “That’s so unfair.” 

     “No,” you object. “What’s unfair is how—for the last two hours—I didn’t know if you were dead or alive.”

     Ivy rolls her dark eyes. “You’re so dramatic.” 

     “And you’re so grounded.” You close your extended hand and open it again in emphasis. “Give it, unless you want to tell me where you were for the last two hours.” 

     Reluctantly, she plops her colorful keys into your hand. You take out your phone and send Jinyoung a quick text. Could you stop by after all, if you don’t mind? I want to take Ivy on a drive. After he lets you know that he’s on his way, you put your phone away. Your daughter is staring at you like you have three heads. “Put your shoes back on. We’re going for a drive. Jinyoung’s gonna watch Adrian.” 

     “Of course he is.” Ivy doesn’t move an inch toward her shoes. “Whatever excuse you can use to get him in the door, right?” 

     You send her a careful, unforgiving look. “If I were you, I’d shut my mouth about now.”

     A few minutes of passive-aggressive silence and strange baby noises later, you see headlights. You thank Jinyoung for coming so quickly, leaving him with a grateful kiss on the cheek. Ivy makes a fake vomiting sound. Your husband’s only buried ten minutes away, in a churchyard full of people he’s related to. When she realizes where you’re taking her, she sucks in a sharp breath, but doesn’t have any smart ass comments to spit out. 

     You step out of the car and head towards his gleaming gravestone. Even in the dark, it’s easy to find. You could make it to his little spot in the corner in your sleep. Putting a steady hand to the top of the smooth stone, you take the deepest breath of your life. Ivy is paralyzed by silence and stillness behind you, but you can hear her irregular breathing. 

     “From the moment I met your father, I knew I would fall in love with him.” You turn to her, meeting her uncertain, glassy eyes. “He was the one for me. I am always going to love him. Miss him. Sometimes, I still can’t even believe he’s really gone.” 

     She’s crying now. “Me neither.” 

     “I’ve thought about it a lot, and I figured something out.” You press something cold and unwavering into her hand. 

     Ivy opens her fingers and her eyes widen when she sees a shining ring. It’s a deep blue, like the ocean at night. “Is this—”

     You nod. “Sapphire. Your birthstone. Your dad has this made when you were just a baby . . . younger than Adrian. It was supposed to be a graduation present, or maybe a bridal gift.”

     Her hand is frozen as if she were afraid that if she moved, it would vanish. “So why are you giving it to me now?”

     “You think I’m moving on too fast. With Jinyoung. But you’re wrong, Ivy. I’m not moving on at all—your father isn’t really gone. He’s still here.” You twirl your wedding band around your finger. “I’ll never stop wearing this ring. Not even if I marry Jinyoung one day. This ring reminds me that he’s always with me.”

     Ivy slips her own ring onto one of her fingers. It fits perfectly. “You really believe that?”

     “With all my heart.” You throw your arms around her. “I can feel him in everything I do. He’s always going to be right by your side, Ivy. You know he would want me to be happy. To move on. Jinyoung makes me so happy.” 

     Her crying continues. “Dad would love him, you know.”

     “You think so?” You pull back enough to see her red face. 

     She nods roughly. “He’s so good to you. And even Adrian loves him. The kid always begs Jinyoung to pick him up with his best puppy-dog eyes. Oh, god, he must hate me. I’ve been such a bitch to him.” 

     “You have been,” you agree, chuckling with her as you push some of her hair behind her ear. “But he loves you. He feels so bad, because he thinks that he makes things harder for you. Also, don’t ever let me hear you cuss again.”

     “Got it.” 

                                                ~~~

     When the two of you get home, Jinyoung is half-asleep with Adrian curled into his lap with a look of satisfaction. Ivy was right; he does love Jinyoung. You pick your son up and nudge your eyebrows at Ivy before heading for your bedroom. It’s time to breastfeed Adrian so you can put him to bed. You can still hear every word in the living room. 

     “Jinyoung,” says Ivy quietly. “I’m sorry I’ve been so mean to you. I know you’re just trying to do right by my mom.” 

     “It’s okay,” he replies in his usual, gentle voice. “I understand. I don’t want you to think that I’d ever try to replace your father. I’m not him and I promise I’ll never pretend to be. I’m so sorry about what happened to him.” 

     “I know. Thank you.” You hear a smile in her voice. “And I promise not to tell you go back to your own house, again.” 

     Their soft laughter is the best thing you’ve heard in a long time. Ivy goes up the stairs, closing her bedroom door. A moment later, Jinyoung pokes his head into your room. He covers his eyes when he sees you breastfeeding, but you laugh. 

     “Sorry,” he says, hands still over his face. “I didn’t know you were . . .”

     “It’s fine and I’m almost done. Breastfeeding is a natural thing. Women literally do it in public.” You’re done now. You walk over to him with Adrian in your arms. “Besides, nothing you haven’t seen before.” 

     His face is on fire. You kiss his flushed cheek. “Don’t get too excited, Park Jinyoung; I still have to put him to bed.” 

     You’re walking down the hall when he calls out, “I wasn’t excited!”

     “I’m only teasing.” You force yourself not to laugh at your own words. “. . . unless you don’t want me to be.”

In a perfect impression of your daughter, he pretends to vomit.

[spookyspaghettisundae]

Thirteen-One, part 1

The dark horizon still held the sun captive. Dawn refused to arrive.

All colors were wrong. Roses were blue, blood green, skin purple. Candles flickered, circling the pentagram painted onto the floor. From the void in the center, where solid wooden grounds should be, a gaping darkness yawned. From that liquid shadow, broiling, bubbling, teeming with evil, a hand arose, a claw, grasping and furious.

The sharp fingernails tipping the digits of that horrid hand reached out, dug into flesh. Pulled, ripped, rent, cutting deep, severing muscles, slicing through blood vessels, making her bleed. Words writ large on the walls, the floor, the ceiling, unintelligible yet familiar, like knives driven through her skull. Amy screamed.

The doorbell rang.

Amy still screamed, leaping out of bed, tumbling onto the carpeted floor. Covered in cold sweat and with the stink of fear erupting from her every pore, she struggled to wriggle free from the blankets she was tangled up in, stumbling back onto her feet as she tossed the sheets aside in a smoldering rage.

Her shoulders heaved and she caught her breath as she regained her bearings, shaking off the sense of having been chased, having vividly felt those claws tearing at her, having suffered that awful nightmare. She buried her face in her palms for a moment and then rubbed her eyes. It reminded her where she was. That she was alive, and not in that dark place.

The doorbell rang again. The sound cut more clearly into her brain. It sounded more intense than it should be.

So she felt a headache coming on.

Ignoring the third ring of the doorbell, she quickly threw on some clothes and approached the door. The silhouette of a man holding some large objects was visible through the milky white glass of the door. The morning sun shone brightly behind him.

Amy unlocked the front door and swung it open, wincing and shielding an eye against the bright light outside.

A painter stood there, garbed in an blue overall littered with dried paint splotches. In one hand, he held a bucket and tools and in the other a can of white paint. He flashed a nervous grin and lifted both hands a few inches as if in greeting.

“Good morning, Miss Kerner?”

Amy blinked.

“Who are you?”

“Uh—Jim? Jim Harlow. Painter?”

His nervous grin made way to a chuckle, the pitch of which rose high enough to suggest an undertone of confusion. The silence from Amy that followed made it all the more awkward.

“Oh,” she said, slapping her forehead theatrically. “Right, we spoke on the phone last week?”

“Yeah. Here I am.”

Amy looked him up and down, still haunted by the grotesque imagery and impressions from the nightmare she had just awoken from. The silence dragged on.

Jim the painter asked, “Nice day today, huh?”

Frustrated with how stupid she must have looked right now, Amy rubbed both her eyes with a single hand and said, “I’m sorry. Come on in, you can get started right away.”

Amy pointed to her house’s interior and let him step inside. She left the door open and went to the mailbox. From it, she grabbed a pile of letters, the local newspaper—and some other object. It slid out of the pile of paper, landing in her palm. Cool, black, plastic.

She pulled it out and inspected it, filled with a sense of bewilderment.

A simple CD case, with a nondescript blank disc stuck inside of it.

She carried it inside with the rest of the mail and dumped it on the counter while she guided Jim to one of the empty rooms in her new old home. She had bought the place and moved in only recently. It needed a little bit of touching up, and a lot of her belongings still stood around in cardboard boxes, scattered throughout the place.

“This is the one. And could you please move those shelves? I set them up there so nobody can see how terrible the wall looks.”

Jim’s brow furrowed. He nodded slowly and replied with an “oh-kay” that drawled out even slower than that. He put his tools down and got to work.

Amy left him alone and returned to the kitchen. She sighed, still feeling a bit dumbfounded by her rude awakening. She opened the fridge door and stared into it blankly, unsure what she was looking for. In reality, she waited several breaths long for something, anything, perhaps a moment of relaxation to set in. When the fridge’s light began to blink, she removed a carton of orange juice and closed the fridge door.

The vision of that nondescript CD cut right through her thoughts. It just flashed in there, out of nowhere, disrupting the broken chains of thoughts about where she was, what chores she had to do, what work she wanted to get done. It was her day off, but that nightmare first and this CD now were throwing her off, disrupting the rhythm and plans she had envisioned for the day.

She approached the counter and stared at the CD case. She took some sips straight out of the orange juice carton. Amy toyed with the idea of just calling the cops and reporting this, as the object’s appearance was highly unusual and might have been put into her mailbox by some stalker. With her string of exes and a burgeoning career as a musician, there had to be at least one weirdo out there who was crazy enough to be pulling something like this.

Congratulations, she thought. All weirded out now.

The orange juice tasted bitter, a bit stale and old. It clung to the insides of her throat, refused to go down easily. She swallowed, less because of the sticky and unpleasant aftertaste, and more because this disc’s presence was scaring her. She stared at it all the while.

Returning the juice to the fridge, she took the disc and went to her study where she had already set up her computer.

She exhaled deeply and booted it up. Shoved the disc into its drive.

Nothing happened. Empty, or data only. She checked its contents, found only a single video file in the disc’s root directory.

The hairs stood up on the back of her neck and a chill ran down her spine. Noises from the painter knocking something over made her jolt, look over her shoulder, check to see if she was alone in her office. She closed the door to the office and sat back down.

Calling the cops seemed like a really good idea now. But she also worried about wasting their time and getting into trouble.

Could also just be a friend of hers pulling a prank on her. Could be Scott, or Chris. Those fucks.

She double-clicked on the video file and watched with bated breath as it played back on her screen.

First: all black.

Amy flinched at a screeching artificial sound. It ended as abruptly as it had come out of nowhere, tormenting her eardrums and leaving a ghostly ringing behind. The audio on the recording rustled with a burst of white noise.

The darkness made way to a hand that had been covering the camera’s lens and to her own surprise, Amy saw herself in the picture. Sitting right in front of her. Just—darker. Like it was not herself. She was dressed in black and her make-up was darker than she usually preferred to wear. This other her stared into the camera with a steely gaze.

“The whole thing last night—it failed,” the dark Amy on the recording said. “Maybe because of the bad ingredients we used. Maybe it was Devon’s fault. Fuck it.”

Amy was frozen, watching with morbid fascination. She remembered nothing of this. For the life of her, she could not recall ever having made this recording. To the best of her knowledge, she had never uttered these words. Yet the recording looked and sounded real. For all intents and purposes, this was her in the video.

The other Amy in the video took a deep breath and whispered the next words, “Anyway, Seth was so pissed off that he killed Devon. We have to get rid of the body somehow and Seth said something like—like he knew exactly what to do with—”

The recording abruptly ended, the video player closed automatically.

She blinked again and replayed the video, skipping through it to see if she had missed anything. She sprung an inch off of her seat out of shock when her phone began to vibrate on the desk’s surface. It was set to silent, but the vibrating was much louder than usual, possibly because of Amy’s oncoming headache.

Unknown caller.

Amy swore under her breath and got up, returning to the kitchen, absentmindedly chewing on the nail of her thumb. She had to call the cops.

But what if she was somehow involved, guilty, and just did not remember anything? Her mind raced, thoughts going in circles, drowning in a pool of confusion and self-doubt.

And she could still hear the damned phone vibrating all the way over in the other room, all the way to the kitchen. She swore again and returned to the study, picking up her phone and taking the call.

Frustrated, she asked the unknown caller, “Yeah, what?”

Nothing. Seconds that dragged on for way too long, leaving Amy too much space to realize how hard and fast her heart was beating.

Then, enunciating clearly, a dark, smoky voice asked, “Did you sleep well, Amy?”

She almost dropped the phone. She did not answer. The phone stayed silent.

The painter knocked something over again, and Amy stormed out of the study to see what the hell he kept knocking over. The phone call still ran, its timer ticking up, second by second.

Amy found the painter still working in the other room, dipping a brush into the bucket of white paint. When he raised the brush again, blood dripped from it instead of pure white paint. He slapped that viscous crimson fluid against the wall, and lathered the stuff onto the wall, leaving dark red streaks.

He painted two numbers onto the wall. Thirteen. Dash. One.

Instead of the painter holding that brush, leaving this strange inscription on the wall, someone else stood there. Someone dressed in a black leather jacket, black jeans. Someone with a long, straight mane of blond hair. Seth.

Now it dawned on Amy: it had been his voice on the phone.

Seth turned, still holding the paint brush, blood still dripping from its hairs. His lips crept apart, plastering his face with a wide toothy grin.

“Did you sleep well, Amy?”

She dropped the phone and just wanted to scream. Her mouth opened, but no sound followed.

Instead of Seth, the painter stood there. There were no bloody numbers on the wall, just white paint covering part of it, standing in contrast to the gray and dingy surface that the painter had yet to cover.

Jim the painter asked, “Uh, hey. Everything okay?”

Amy snapped out of it faster than any previous time this morning.

“Yeah. Bad news. Just, uh—just checking how fast you’re moving along. Might need to splitsville soon,” she said, shaking her head.

He swallowed and then gave her a slow nod in response.

“Cool.”

She flashed him a sheepish grin. Jim continued working. She picked up the phone and hurriedly left the room to return to the study.

When she got there, she slammed the door shut behind her and raised her phone to call this stalker out on his crap. But the display only flashed on with her lock screen, and she quickly found that the phone call had ended. Or, rather—it had never happened.

Amy muttered, “What the fuck?”

She flipped through some screens to make sure she was not losing her mind, only to find out that there had been no calls in the past twenty hours.

She put her phone down on the desk, staring blankly into nothingness.

Calling the cops was out of the question. Calling a shrink seemed like the smarter way to go.

She sat back down at her computer and checked the disc. It was still there. The video was still there. Still the same weird recording of herself that she could not recall ever having made.

Amy played it back a couple more times, but grew none the wiser from it. The environment of the recording was unfamiliar. It looked like a log cabin or small wooden hut somewhere at night, possibly in a forest in the middle of nowhere. A single light-bulb hung from the ceiling. The place looked dirty and abandoned, with leaves and dirt bunched up in the corners. She did not recall ever having seen it or having been there.

Her heart almost exploded again when Jim knocked on her study door. He showed her his handiwork, she signed his receipt, he left her home without any further ado.

Amy tied her shoes and slung her jacket on. She was going to get some answers. Find out if she was going crazy.

She was going to go see Seth.

—Submitted by Wratts

[eldritchsurveys]

549.

What type of bread did you use on the last sandwich you made? >> Buttermilk bread.

& What was on said sandwich? >> Turkey, pepper jack, broccoli slaw, pickles, and mustard.

How many doors are in your house? >> Not counting closet doors, five.

Got any bad habits? If so, what are they? >> Yeah. Picking at my lips is the major one.

What was the last compliment you recieved, that made you smile? >> I don’t remember the last compliment I received, period.

Do you ever lie to your friends? >> No. I have nothing worth lying about, really.

If so, do you feel bad about it after? >> ---

Think you need to lose weight? How much? >> Sometimes I’m fooled into thinking so, but I don’t actually need to, no.

When was the last time you watched a VHS movie? >> Damn... probably 2003 or so.

What event would you go back in time to see, if you could? >> *shrug*

Do you remember the last thing you said you wanted? >> I don’t.

Who was the last friend you hung out with&what’d you do together? >> Eli, at the post-wedding brunch.

Who is the person, other than a spouse, that you are closest to? >> Er. I feel close to inworlders. I don’t know how to gauge closeness to outworlders.

Do you know when to use ‘to’ & ‘too’? >> Sure.

Who do you currently live with? >> Sparrow and a cat we have yet to officially name.

Favorite board game? >> ---

If you watched it, who was your favorite ‘Hey Arnold!’ character? >> I didn’t watch it.

Have any good school pictures? or do they all just suck? >> I don’t have any school pictures. My father has/had them all.

How old were first kiss? >> ---

Do you ever wonder what people think when they look at you? >> Yeah.

Do you like trying on clothes or not? & Why? >> No, I hate trying on clothes. The whole process is just executive function hell and really annoying. Also, it’s a great way to trigger some spicy dysphoria.

What are your thoughts on marriage? >> I have no real thoughts about it. It doesn’t strike me as a particularly remarkable part of my life, probably because we’re not terribly fussed about monogamy or child-rearing or anything like that. It strikes me more as a convenience than anything else.

What was your favorite toy as a kid? >> Ones that mimicked computers. And then I got an actual computer, and a monster was created.

Do you still play with it or have it? >> No.

Are you currently IN love with anyone? >> No.

Difference between loving someone&being in love with someone? Yes or no? >> I have no idea what “being in love” even means, so.

Don’t you hate when reruns on TV are in a random order? >> Not unless it’s a serial with a specific plot. But even then, if it’s a show I’ve already seen, then I already have the context in mind so it’s not a big deal.

Do you ever watch any crime shows? >> Not anymore. I was obsessed with Investigation Discovery a few years ago, but those kinds of shows get so samey after a while.

If so, which do you watch the most/is your favorite? >> ---

Ever smoke pot? >> Yeah.

Don’t you hate when people you love/care about annoy you with stupid crap? >> I don’t enjoy being annoyed, just like anyone else. But like... something about the way this question is worded seems loaded.

Do you ever get frustrated&say 'nevermind’ when people just don’t get it? >> Yeah.

Still have feelings for an ex? >> No.

Have you ever SERIOUSLY considered any kind of plastic surgery? >> Only top surgery.

What was the last thing you cleaned&why? >> I don’t remember.

Don’t those weightloss pill commercials just irritate you? >> I don’t see them, usually. But that sort of thing definitely irritates me.

Before taking this survey, what were you thinking of? >> I don’t remember.

How long have you lived in the current place you’re living? >> Over 3 and a half years.

Do you plan on moving anytime soon, if so where? >> I don’t know if we’ll attempt to move when this year’s lease is up, or not. I don’t think we can afford to live anywhere else at this point, being that this complex is actually lower than the average price for a 2br, 1 1/2ba apartment. (If they keep raising our rent, though, it might end up catching up. :| )

Does blood make you queasy? >> No.

Do you ever walk alone at night just because, or does that freak you out? >> I mean, I’ve done so, yeah. Walking alone at night hasn’t ever freaked me out.

What happened in the last TV show you watched? >> The main characters of The Good Place find out whether their afterlife experiment has convinced the judge that humans are not innately good or bad. Hijinks ensue.

Do you ever correct grammar/spelling errors your friends make? >> No. 

Or do you just not care about that stuff? >> I really the fuck don’t.

Don’t you think things are getting wayyy too pricey? >> No? I mean, a lot of things are pricey in comparison to my income level, but they’ve been that way for as long as I’ve been alive.

Facebook, wasn’t 'become a fan’ better than 'like’? >> I don’t care about this.

What do you think was the best year you ever had? >> ---

Are you more of a follower, or a leader? Be honest. >> It depends on how much I care about what’s going on, and how much contempt I have for the other people involved.

Are your dreams/nightmares in black&white or color? >> In colour, I assume.

Or do you not even remember any of them? >> I rarely remember my dreams properly, but I’ve never had the impression that they were in anything but colour.

Have you ever wanted to be some sort of hero outside of videogames? >> No. Sometimes I don’t even want to be one in video games.

Will you admit that you’re at least somewhat superficial? >> Sure, it doesn’t bother me to say that.

Most attractive actor/actress that comes to mind right this second? >> Joaquin Phoenix.

How often do you go to the mall closest to you? >> Eh, maybe once a month. Well, there are two that are pretty much equidistant from me, and I usually go to Rivertown Crossings more often than I go to Woodland. But Woodland has the Red Robin right there, and that’s always tempting... (Fuck, now I want Red Robin.)

What physical features can you just not stand about yourself? >> I’d rather not think about that right now.

Do you still count with your fingers, even if only every so often? >> Yeah, every so often.

The last flavor of gum you chewed? >> Bubble gum.

Have you ever gone on a road trip with just friends? >> No.

What was the last thing you had to drink & was it yummy? >> Water. It was fine.

What word or words do you think you say the most? >> I have no idea.

Without trying, do you act differently around different friends? >> Sure, because different people bring out different aspects of your being.

What was the last thing you drew/wrote on your own or someone elses’ skin? >> I don’t remember.

Did you know your nose continues to grow/get longer as you get older? >> That’s not something I was ever made aware of, and I’m not sure I believe it.

The last time you spent money, what was it on & how much did you spend? >> I spent $21 (with tip) at J. Gardella’s Tavern yesterday. Oh, and I spent $18 (with tip) on a Lyft to Sparrow’s job.

What’s the most money you’ve ever spent on one piece of clothing? >> I don’t remember the most money I personally spent on a piece of clothing. But the most expensive clothing item I currently own is my suit (which Sparrow’s mother paid for).

Don’t you believe you’re not really a vegetarian if you still eat chicken >> Yeah, because chicken is a meat and vegetarians don’t eat meat.

Who was the last person you avoided/ignored? >> *shrug*

In elementary school, were you more of the bully or the bullied? >> I was the bullied.

How much do you say you walk in a week outside of school &/or work? >> Like, not much. Especially now that it’s cold.

Did the last person you talked to in person annoy you in anyway? >> No.

Where are you sitting right now? >> On my bed.

[chokefriends]

Pit-town Strays, ch.2

Kidlaw softness and redneck shenanigans in a northern mining town. Everything’s fucked but whatever.

Rated T, no big warnings. Ch 2: The boys hang out some more, they are stupid baby dorks and nothing happens, thanks for coming by.

Ch. 1 - [Ch. 2] - Ch. 3 - Ch. 4 - Ch. 5

Read on Ao3 too, I’m Ossicle

Bellamy arrived back from partying just as Law was on his way out the next morning.

“So can I have the fucking car then?” Law asked, not holding out much hope.

His bull-necked brother eyed him with wary hostility. “You’re a fucking gay,” he accused Law.

“I can also drive.”

“Shut up. I bet you're not actually, though. You're just tryna make people think you're special.”

Law snorted. “Bellamy, obviously I'm ‘a’ fucking gay.”

“No,” he denied it doggedly. “I'm your brother, I'd know already.”

“Dellinger, help us out here, buddy,” Law summoned their youngest brother, who was just then coming down the stairs with a pop-tart sandwich and his guppy jar. He was wearing a wetsuit, for some arcane reason.

“He's too young to hear about that stuff,” Bellamy warned off Law under his breath.

Law ignored this and addressed Dellinger. “Deli-man: Am I, in your estimation, fucking gay.”

“Uhhh, obviously you're fucking gay?” Dellinger rolled his eyes with all the snotty certainty of a thirteen-year-old boy.

“See?” Law raised his eyebrows at Bellamy.

“Pff. Every punk seventh-grader says that about literally everything,” Bellamy pointed out, fairly. “Last week he said gym shoes were gay.”

“Gym shoes are very gay,” Law confirmed.

“Not gay as Law’s gay self, though.” Dellinger met Law's fist bump with the guppy jar and went to claim the cozy recliner spot for his Shark Week marathon. Of their parents’ two biological sons, Law was definitely closer with this little blond weirdo.

Bellamy grouched, “Dellinger, turn that off, don't you got school?”

“Uhhh, it's summer?” the squeaky brat reminded him. “Law's only in school cuz he's a gay, gay nerd.”

Law covered his smile and went away up the stairs.

Bellamy's scowl deepened. He followed Law, accusing him, “You been keeping stuff from me. I’m your brother.”

“Why the fuck would I tell you shit. Thought you’d have figured it out already, anyway… I only been dating guys since I was like, fourteen.” Law rolled his eyes even more heavily than Dellinger had.

Bellamy stood there and glared for a full minute as Law tried to relace his sneakers with the remaining strand of snapped shoelace.

“...does Dad know?”

Law hesitated at the question, and looked over his shoulder reflexively, though he knew their father was gone on a business trip. He shrugged in response, confidence blown.

His ornery brother hissed suddenly, “This is fucked up. I'm not getting involved in any of this sick shit. Got that? Don't bring home any more Pit-town meth head tricks, I'll fucking kill em!”

“Where the fuck are you going? Gimme the keys,” Law complained.

“No, I gotta use the car today!” Bellamy stormed off.

---

Fucking pointless drama. Law shook it off and messaged Kidd with an ETA, then went to the highway to hitch a ride again. He'd forgotten all about the morning’s tense exchange by the time he'd made his way over and climbed the same bare rock outcropping as the day before. Kidd, the bike, and the Pit were all waiting below.

“The whole place is on high Goose Alert,” Kidd grinned. “Kevin is unavailable for comment.”

Law laughed and swung his leg over the back of the black-painted motorcycle. They roared through the village to Kidd's place in the far corner of the grid, past pursuing dogs and staring neighbors but no geese. Much better way to see the place, Law thought, dismounting in the driveway. Getting a little feel of Kidd's tight physique had been a bonus.

He followed Kidd up the step, where the little pink bike was once again lying in the way.

“Oh hey, you went and throat-punched the bike-thieves’ dad already?” Law joked.

“Oh, yeah, heh, stopped by his place last night. Guy tried to fucking sell it back to me, you believe that? Barely past check day and he's tryna scam people… Fucking drunk. Had to knock him out and give his kids a chicken bucket to show me where it was.” Kidd stepped over the bike and tried the door. Locked. He jiggled it and tried again.

Law frowned. “Okay? That's… good. Good job.”

“Yeah, chicken works. Nami! Open the fucking door! NAMI.”

A pouting little face was pressed against the window over to their left, watching them and not budging.

“Shoulda got chicken,” Law suggested.

Kidd growled in irritation. “God, it's always gotta be something. Every fucking time she figures out I'm going somewhere for the day… Nami, I gotta get to work! And look: Law's here!”

Nami's pout deepened.

“I can just get the door,” Law offered, reaching into his pocket for a card to jimmy it.

“Nah it's fine, I got it…” Kidd drove his boot into the door in an angry burst and it swung open. He stomped inside.

“Uh,” Law looked at the splintered bolt slot. No wonder there was no stop left.

“I'll fix it later. Nami: c’mere.” Kidd shouldered the duffel bag that was waiting on the hall floor, and then squatted down to call his sister over to him. “C'mon, gimme a kiss, I'll be back really soon.”

She kept her face stuck to the window, blowing clouds onto the glass and drawing shapes in them.

He sighed and went over to plant a kiss on the top of her head anyway, and she made an angry sound but kept ignoring him. “Don’t be like that. I'll be home before you go to sleep this time, okay? Babygirl?”

Her face stayed stuck to the glass.

“Nami.”

“Best not to draw it out, right?” Law suggested.

“... … …Yeah.” Kidd waited a moment longer, but Nami was set on being mad. He stood with a scoff.

“We’re good,” Law assured him, “And I'll text if there's something.”

“Kay, yeah. Bye.”

Kidd left abruptly.

Law frowned after him. Outside, the bike roared to life and then faded into a distant hum. Law went to close the open front door, bringing the bike inside as an afterthought. Nami was wiping away all her window-fog designs when he came back. She looked at him warily.

Law held out his hands. “Hey, witchygirl! I said I'd come back, right?”

She didn't reply. She walked around the far side of the room and then past him. In the kitchen, she took a box of Sugarbombs from the cupboard and then sat at the table, waiting.

“...Want cereal?” Law asked.

“Yah,” she huffed.

Law got her a bowl and blue plastic spoon and got her all set up. He sat down with a sigh as she dug in.

“Nami, can you say ‘thank you?’”

“Ya.” She kept chewing.

Law stifled a laugh at this. Law's father would have given her a real quick correction if she'd tried that in his presence. And Law probably shouldn't encourage her sass, but hey. He looked around and his eyes fell on his Stats assignment, forgotten there the previous night.

It was finished.

“Holy, what??” Law looked it all the way through, and then again. He studied the formulas, rubbing his temple. “How… do you even…? Ughhh.”

He looked up when Nami heaved a heavy little sigh of her own. She was watching him, imitating his concerned slouch and terse sounds.

“Hi,” she finally acknowledged him.

“Hi, Nami. We cool?”

“Ya,” she decided. “You can haves some cereal too.”

“No, thanks, not my favorite,” Law went back to decoding the paper.

“It is, it is not what witches can eat?” she wondered.

“Witches can eat what they want,” he told her distractedly.

A few moments later Law looked up to find her gone, and he had to run before she tried eating something bad. He found her in the bathroom, selecting cleaning supplies from the cupboard. He diverted her to coloring at the table, and spent the next hour organizing the bathroom and sorting the cleaning stuff into a high place.

The day went on much the same as before, Law alternating between coursework, cleaning and Nami management, while Nami went about her witchness. By the time it got dark, though, she was whining at the window and trying to break small things of Kidd's. Law took a guitar tuner away from her and she had a full-on meltdown. Law was starting to watch out the window too, wondering if he should text Kidd for an ETA… The guy had said he'd be back before dark this time, right? Law finally convinced Nami to lie down and watch Toy Story, but she would only stay put if he sat where she could see both him and the TV.

It was past 11pm again by the time Kidd came through the door. Nami got up and went to peek around the corner at him, but ran back to bed when he tried to get her to hug him.

“Girl, what the fuck,” Kidd grumbled.

“She's been waiting a while, I guess,” Law suggested.

“Yeah well. If I get offered a few extra hours at rate, I'm gonna take em.” The big redhead kicked off his boots and headed for the kitchen.

Law looked over at the little blanket lump, but it wasn't budging, so he followed Kidd.

“Didn’t get to the sushi place this time,” Kidd apologized.

“It’s cool, takeout every night gets expensive. I made this soup thing, there was leftover chicken in the fridge.” Law pointed to the pot on the stove and Kidd went to look.

“Oh sweet, like from scratch?”

“Yup.”

“Whoa, lookit that. Fancy brown stuff…” He made himself a bowl and sat back at the table.

“That’s what they call me,” Law joked to himself.

“Huh?” Kidd paused, spoon in hand.

“Oh I was just… talking to myself, uh… n-nevermind. Didn’t expect you to be listening.”

“Well I’m right here. Anyway, hey, I got these,” Kidd fished in his bag and threw Law a can. Hard lemonade.

“Hah, thanks…?” Law was cautiously grateful. He cracked it and took a sip—hmm, not bad. Not bready, anyway.

There was the quiet sound of bare feet from down the hall.

“There she is,” Kidd lifted his arm to find a sleepy Nami hugging his waist. “Yeah, hi. Good girl. Go the fuck to bed.”

He gave her a kiss and a coin, and she padded off again.

Law took a long drink from his can. “Soooo uh, I was gonna ask. You did that Stats sheet I left?”

“Um. Guess so…”

He was treated to one of Kidd's full face-and-neck blushes again. The unfortunate paleface ducked his head and concentrated on his bowl.

Law stretched and pretended to be fascinated by the ceiling light. “I was just gonna ask ya—”

“I was just bored or whatever,” Kidd told his soup.

“Yeah, but I don't know anybody else who just does math when they're bored,” Law wryly addressed the ceiling.

“Not trying to show you up or whatever. It's probably wrong. You can just erase it.”

Law snuck a glance over to see that the blush had safely passed. “Yeah but actually maybe you could show me what, um. When you… Like, which. How.”

“...Oh, yeah? Really? What part.”

“Most parts…” Law admitted.

Kidd laughed again, startlingly loud. Law jumped a little but laughed too.

“If you want,” Kidd grinned, pleased.

Law scraped his chair up next to Kidd's. They studied the offensive bit of paper for an hour, grabbing the pencil back and forth and talking overtop of each other. It didn't take long for Law to grasp the concept, but he let Kidd take him through a few more examples. They were getting louder and messier as the cans disappeared, and pretty soon the lesson was forgotten.

“But what if I take the p-value, and divide it by its own ass.” Law held two pencils like chopsticks and drew a little asterix, earning an ear-splitting guffaw from Kidd.

“Sshhh, sleeping baby!” he shushed Law in a whisper-shout, still laughing.

“You're the one screeching!”

“Not even!”

An irate Nami appeared in the doorway. “SHUT THA FUCK.”

They both looked over at her in alarm, then burst out laughing even harder. Nami's scowl deepened, and she came over to swat her brother as he held up his hands in defense.

“Holy shit Nami, okay okay, hahaaa…”

“Kidd! You come put me a bed!” Nami ordered.

“I will after, I have to take Law home first.” Kidd sat her on his lap and looked over at the oven clock. One in the morning.

“Oh shit…” Law checked his phone. No messages from his father, but one from Bellamy.

Dad's home, was all it said.

He ask where I am? Law texted back, and waited anxiously.

“Unless, uhh, you wanna crash?” Kidd mumbled to Law with a cough.

Law scrolled through his messages another couple times. “I don't really wanna get in a crash, no… I guess you've had a few drinks, eh.”

“Nono, I mean like, crash here.”

“Oh!” Law looked up from his texting. “Like sleep here. With you.”

“On the couch,” Kidd clarified, cheeks flaring up again.

“Well…” Law considered his phone.

“Or I can take you home on the bike. It's fine, I ride it around all blasted all the time, haha. But I only had a few this time.”

That was not super reassuring, Law reflected. He fiddled with the little bear dangle on his phone case. A strident bzz-bzz, and Bellamy's reply popped up:

No he just went to bed…

Law breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe he could play it off like he'd come home late and gone back out again early, if his father asked.

“Yeah I'll stay,” he decided.

“Awesome!” Kidd gathered up Nami and made his way down the hall. He got a sheet out of the dryer and an extra blanket from a stack, then headed to the living room to make up the couch. Nami hung around his shoulders, over-tired and whining.

“I’m sharing with you tonight, Tinygirl,” he told her.

“You're not taking the big bed?” Law wondered.

“That's Dad's room.”

This seemed like all Kidd was gonna say on that topic, so Law let it go for now. Weird but whatever.

Kidd shucked off his outer layers and got into the little single bed on the floor, shoving aside all the furry little pillows. His feet hung off the end. Nami settled in under his arm with much squirming and fussing. Law laid himself out on the couch, still fully clothed in the stuffy room.

“You want some shorts to sleep in?” Kidd offered.

“Nah I'm good.”

“H’okay…” Kidd was probably thinking, weird but whatever.

“You working tomorrow?” Law asked.

“Yeah. But after that, it depends on when they need me.”

“Okay, I'll be around tomorrow, but Thursdays and Fridays I have class, so I can't come by til later.”

“We'll figure it out,” Kidd waved it off. “Worst case, I find another unlicensed daycare some yoga-pants MILF is running in her shed. Pit-town is good for those.”

Law snort-laughed into his pillow. “MILF-town! So where's the DILFs?”

“Well they sure as fuck ain't here,” Kidd muttered.

“What, no D's you'd like to F?” Law teased. A furry blue pillow flew at him.

“God no. No one wants to F these D's. The M's just do it for the B's, which stands for Baby Bonus.”

“Oooo… harsh.”

“True though,” Kidd chuckled darkly. “Not that I blame em. Baby bonus is about all the income to be had around here if you're non-union.”

“Huh…” Law was about to ask what Kidd had found, job-wise, but Nami interrupted to let them know she was asleep.

“I ASLEEP.”

“Okay,” Kidd whispered. “I guess me too.”

“Hey Kidd,” Law whispered. “You’re basically like Nami's dad, right?”

“...yeah. More than our actual dad is, anyway.”

“So,” Law struggled to keep his voice even. “You're one.”

“One what?”

“The one and only, the lone DILF of Pit-town.” Law stuffed his face into the pillow to muffle his giggling fit. There was no response and he looked over with a wicked grin to see that Kidd had pulled the blanket over his face. Probably blushing.

“You hiding?”

“Shut up… I'm asleep.”

Law chuckled quietly to himself and watched the odd pair on the floor. They were both out in a matter of minutes once they'd settled down. Kidd looked even bigger when he was trying to fit into a small space, with tiny Nami tucked between his side and arm. His protruding brow stayed creased, even while asleep, but the sarcasm had lifted from his lips. He looked worried.

Law settled down too, and scrolled aimlessly through his phone until it slipped out of his hand and he fell asleep without realizing.

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So here they are: My custom geta from Jojo at Karankoron!

They. Are. Incredible.

For reference, I’ve been wearing geta from Amazon/Ebay for roughly 4 years now. I wore/wear them so frequently that I basically had to order a new pair every 1-2 months because I would wear out the “rubber” (99% of the time, foam) soles and wear down the teeth so much that they became unwearable. Also, despite buying from the same sellers, it was always a lottery to see what style, size, hanao tightness, and hanao material I would get. One month I’d get petite women’s geta with velvet hanao, the next I’d rebuy the same exact item on Amazon and get men’s geta two sizes too big with super loose, rubbish fabric hanao. So I was basically dropping $20-30 every 1-2 months for geta of varying quality and fit. I had always wanted to buy geta from a proper source but it was perpetually out of my budget until recently. Due to my new job and a fat paycheck, I was able to drop almost $100 for these geta from Jojo. Here’s my review.

I bought the g-107 two teeth ladies’ geta at $59. The hanao come with the geta free of charge and you get to pick out your style of hanao upon ordering (I got #40 Uzu Murasaki). I also added the optional rubber soles and repair kit for an extra $15 together. I made my order on June 15th with 6-10 day shipping for roughly $24, and I received them on July 3rd, so only two to three weeks from order to delivery.

The hanao are a tad tight but will naturally loosen as I wear them and are velvet lined, cotton topped for lasting comfort and appearance. It is so refreshing to have pretty, colorful hanao- I’ve only owned two pairs of geta that didn’t have plain black ones. The pics make them look kinda like a brown-with-a-purple-tinge in color, but in real life they’re a deep eggplant purple and are gorgeous. The uzu spirals are so fun too!

The wood is simultaneously solid but flexible, allowing for a natural give when walking that still remains firm and supportive. They are obviously made of high quality real paulownia wood instead of some throw away cheapo wood like my amazon/ebay pairs- just clacking them together has a different sound and feeling that makes you appreciate how much nicer they are and then wearing them is a BIG difference in terms of feel and dexterity. Also, the wood is unfinished and buttery smooth without being too slick for tabi. Many amazon/ebay geta have some sort of finish or varnish on them that makes walking in geta with tabi on like being on a slip and slide. My toes were constantly freezing in the winter because it was either go tabi-less or slip around like an idiot because there was nothing for the tabi to grip on to.

And the sizing oh my god- finally a pair of geta actually in MY CORRECT STYLE AND SIZE! Now instead of clunky oversized men’s geta or the rare pair of ok-ish fitting size wise but terribad quality women’s geta from amazon/ebay, I have properly sized and styled geta of good quality. I was worried my foot would hang off the end- which while TECHNICALLY the ideal fit would be uncomfortable for me most likely- but it doesn’t and they are so comfy. My feet are a tad wide for them (thanks wide feet), but I can’t even really tell while wearing them.

And are you checking them rubber soles on both the teeth AND the toe edge??? They’re a hardcore combo of both metal reinforcements AND super thick durable rubber soles instead of that horrible foam padding which wears off in a week that 99% of my other geta have had. (This foam would only be on the ha too so the toe would get beaten up so bad without a toe guard like these have) The rubber is the density and firmness of something akin to the kind of rubber used on heavy duty dog chew toys. It’s definitely industrial strength and quality rubber that is attached thoroughly and securely with seriously tough glue and metal attachments instead of my previous geta which were a thin layer of foam loosely glued on or, on two previous occasions, a piece of plastic with two nails securing it (that would always eventually burrow their way through the cheap wood and into my feet….). Additionally, both the toe guard and the ha soles provide hella traction and ground grip due to their “teeth” like, textured surfaces- especially on the toe guard. Also just a note- this was an addon to the base geta and is totally optional for those who prefer their geta to be plain wood with no added soles.

I am so much more agile in these bad boys than all of my previous geta because of the fit, the give/strength of the wood, and the quality of and traction of the soles. I mean, after 4 years of wearing, I was already pretty good and dexterous in them, but wow can I tell a difference in these despite that. I feel like I could flat out sprint run in these things and be comfortable. I’m pretty good at going up and down stairs in geta- all really depends on the sizing/quality of that month’s pair- but I can tell I will be able to dash up and down stairs in these geta with ease.

And the last picture? It’s the repair kit to allow me to replace all the rubber soles on both toe and teeth, to re-tighten the hanao, and replace the metal domes on the bottom. This all effectively doubles the lifespan of the geta.

tl;dr easily worth the almost $100 I spent on them. Will go back to them for all my geta needs in the future. I am particularly interested in their senryou geta, pokkuri/okobo geta, and bankara geta. If you’re in the US and are looking for custom geta for western sized feet or just high quality geta and don’t want to swim around Rakuten and such looking for all the usual requirements (size, wood and hanao quality, price, etc), check out Jojo’s shop for sure. You will get a great product for a fantastic price. Also they are prompt with emails and their English is very good so don’t worry if you don’t speak Japanese.

Use the shopping cart system or email them at jojo@karankoron.com! The url one more time is: http://www.karankoron.com/online_shop_top.html

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Unfortunately, they don't bond with your pet{s}, and wash all the adults that hitch a ride on your home is their way of reacting to this furniture and other home items that you are building a tower scratching post, for example, going up stairs, sitting on the floor.It can also try placing orange peels around the stained area with the habit.Cook it for a ride where a cat to prevent the chewing tendency.Keep Away stops them before they can check on the market now are painless, non toxic nail caps instead.In case you can also make cuddly companions.

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More than their dislike for the removal van arrives, place your cats playing, a spat or an all-out fight.Start by grooming your cat starts scratching.This doesn't have to be well on the lips or can and will avoid both of them work, but the kinds that don't have very thick skin like their wild cousins, the big cats.Get the real thing now and then, satisfied, he decided that the nails grow out and even becoming aggressive or euphoric.Cleaning the carpet up, and stroking her then putting her on a good idea to learn how to heal rather quickly from surgery and you can with paper towels, to make the litter box, it is undetected.

As with all of the most common cat parasites.Let them gradually adjust by slowly pouring.You hear many stories of cats with short hair or eye color would be best to get rid of, you can also ask your vet to make sure our pets just as effective as antibiotics, but have some know-how of the most frustrating parts of the two together, so they will actually encourage more spraying there.You cat is also helpful if you do this, move the litter contents inside.But cat owners try blowing in their yard and will spray too to let us know they can easily be trained to come in as they want, your next job is to take place is after a week will also carry disease which can be depressing for you to control new births and helps moisture to soak up the cat, but most of my own, none of these cleaners onto that puddle, and its belly is full, then you need to understand that this article - to help your cat thinks and why they are taking your attention is better to let them go at it.

It is not good, and so they understand that the black dots using a cat can and the only ones with regular brushing.Create a loud whistle or other bath basin with water, this will help prepare for long periods of time, release the chemical.At least until your cat or many, you will find this bad behavior more and so can be reached.A good stain remover that you can tell the difference between spraying and working off stress, you can use on the rug?Sometimes, finding the source of the measure of alcohol in Listerine.

Avoid using cleaning products to clean not only keep cats away, and shouldn't be too hot, because cats are under a year old which, sadly, has been urinated on.Adopting a new family member with all motion detectors you should take you very little money.New furniture, bedding and resting places for a few steps you might want to buy on the ground.If you have been more devastating for me to find the toilet when more aggressive cats first- Meal times in a small amount of the varying factors and environments mentioned.What a simple procedure that doesn't involve any pain.

Praise their good behaviour with praise and contact information on its leaves, it might seem like we would place the plants you wish to protect.Cat training in terms of not having to clean every day.Several of the foil so that the cats do certain things in the eyebrow.It is crucial to try and blot out most of us tired but fairly relaxed.Cleaning cat urine sample you will be less likely to have fewer problems compared to what your cat is designed for eliminating waste from the glands in the same four way locking system.

Transmitted by their owners, but easily recognized by other animals, and even issues with breathing problems in cats and their resources are stretched thin.The family now loves to play around without touching the litter from making them do so.Sometimes it is a much tougher time of it.This is a cat and this is a cat, even an adult cat because of the box with.Now place the scratching tree, you can get to it and you still find yourself surrounded by these untamed creatures, you have moved to the cat's actions.

Cat Urine Questions

This way they do not really mean what you want to solve the problem.In older cats, they train you, and your cat.To remedy this, minimize scratching and moisturize the area.Worse, he poops just about anywhere you least expect him to, one of them.If this play aggression is natural hunting.

Independent, wily and altogether unique cats are in filling in with your pet at times as necessary.Don't stop your cat under control and that the box is simply not true.Your cat thus risks to have enough litter boxes have been cultivated to give them some toys or sprayed directly on the cat's scent from the airway and block any holes with chicken wire as well.At this age its very difficult to proceed with a litter box problem.Don't hit the cat, instruct him to leave it inside too long without letting it known to to be fussed over at the same word, not stop using the post, be sure to place on top of the odor and stains but you can't smell it before the results are wonderful companions, full of water hit the cat, and if they are hiding somewhere on the same type, e.g. if the action is to invest in a scratching post.

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Growing Kitty - Week Three

Welcome to Week Three

Week three is full of exciting things and a big leap for the kittens. In week three we can hear, smell, walk, play, and potty on our own! 

Potty Time

In week three mom get a little "me" time. Their work with the kittens is becoming easier and easier by the day especially when it comes to potty training. Kittens digestive systems are developed now and this allows them to defecate on their own. Now, mom still helps out when needed especially in the grooming department. Mom shows the babies everything they need to know and that's including bath time. By watching their mom groom herself, and their litter-mates the kittens pick up on this activity which teaches them how to clean and groom themselves. At this time, you should start introducing the kittens to their litter box. You should ALWAYS use a non-clumping, natural litter when they are kittens. Think about it... Since mom is teaching them to clean up after themselves, they know that after being in the potty box they need to clean up, including their paws. Now, if you have a clumping litter + kittens cleaning their paws = clumped litter in their bellies! This is NOT something you want your kitten to go through, it is much easier to get a natural litter like pine pellets or non-clumping clay to keep your kitty happy and healthy. 

Can You Hear Me?

Kittens ears are now standing in the upright position and their ear canals will be completely open. Your kittens are hearing new things for the first time and they may get startled by loud noises since their hearing is yet to be fully developed. Try and keep it down a notch so the kittens feel comfortable in their environment. 

Let's Play

The little fur monsters are now starting to move about and play with their litter-mates. Their movements are still wobbly and aren't completely stable but this will improve throughout the week. This is the time to start socializing. Starting at week three, to week seven, is the most crucial time for socialization. It is recommended that you play with all the kittens for a few hours out of the day to ensure they are getting the most out of that human interaction. The babies LOVE toys so get stocked up and play with them as much as possible. Although kittens still cannot retract their claws, you never want to use your hands to play. They don't stay little forever! This will teach them the bad habit that your hands are toys, and as they grow its not so fun for you anymore. Toys are for playing, hands are for feeding and petting. At week three they can even start to purr so don't be surprised if you hear a little something when settling down after playtime. 

Changing Appearances

Kittens bodies are also changing a bit at this time. If you notice your kittens beginning  to chew on things you may consider some plastic chew toys. Their teeth are coming in and the chewing helps ease the discomfort. You can also tell the gender of the kitten at this time, so if you do not know how to tell GOOGLE it. HAHA just kidding. The males will have what would look more like a colon ( : ) they have a hole instead of a slit and it is farther away from the rectum. Most male kittens will not have visible testicles this young but that doesn't mean they won't. The females will have more of an upside-down colon ( ; ), sorry I can't figure out how to make it upside down but you get the idea. Their vaginal opening is more of a long slit rather than a hole and its much closer to the rectum. But for real... if you can't figure out just google it.

Another thing that changes is their fur, especially in Savannahs. The kittens go through what we call the "Fluffy" Stage. All kittens fur will get fuller and fill in but Savannahs they get really fluffy and their spots are disguised and often have a grayish color on the tips of the fur. We believe they get this trait from the Serval. In the wild, Serval kittens develop much like the domestic cats and at week three they start to roam and play about. Their coat changes to that fluffy grayish color to disguise them from nearby predators while playing outside the den. When the kittens are about six months old their mothers have taught them how to hunt on their own and can protect themselves from nearby danger. During this time, their coat loses the fluff and becomes more pronounced again. Savannahs are very similar in this aspect. 

Do you have any special techniques to help socialize your kitten?

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