#copper orange eye cat

[gourdlycatgen]

The head defender clan cat named Goralstream is a silver amab cis cat with a broken tabby coat and a mostly white body. The pronouns this cat uses are all. This cat has medium, straight fur and copper orange eyes. This cat loves mice, and loves rain. The cat is honest and battle-hungry. The cat is the best fighter. This cat has moderate scarring and a substantial body.

[rebeccawangart]

Mia the British Shorthair Cat (2024)

A pet portrait painting of a cute grey British Shorthair cat named Mia, laying in the grass, which was her favorite thing to do. Acrylic painting on 9x12 inch (22.9 x 30.5 cm) stretched canvas, March 2024.

A big thank you to @whitedarkmoonflower for trusting me with capturing your girl's beauty on canvas! This was a fun one to paint due to all the subtle colors in her fur, as well as those fiery copper orange eyes! Grey fur has so much variation in colors from the lighting. It can appear blue or even violet in some areas, and creamy white in others. I also had a blast painting the grass and the out-of-focus background.

[and-the-stars-collided]

House of Feänor as Aesthetics:

Fëanor  —  loud voice, commanding presence, analytical, natural leader, piercing eyes, foggy hillsides, black boots, tipping their head back to breathe the air, mirrored lakes and everything below the surface, tearing leaves from trees, blunt sarcasm, long dark hair, deep sleeper, rotting tree stumps, black leather jacket, songs that makes you want to create a storm, rebellious, ambition, unstoppable passion, fast trains, polaroids, empty castles.

Maedhros — walking silently, stronger due to all the stuff meant to kill them, ignoring their mental health issues, fiery red hair, crumbling marble, oversized hoodies, raw voice, lingering touches, faint music in the distance, calming down from a panic attack, long heavy cloaks, cold hands, disillusioned with the world, insomnia, unhealthy habits, sighs made visible by cold night air, strong hugs, never sleeps, loud music, freckles, dark under-eyes.

Maglor — hypnotising smiles, a broken mind, melancholy, driving through mountains and the woods, iced coffee, the faint feeling of raindrops on your cheeks, ripped jeans, tight hugs, whispered compliments, deep conversations, late night texts, nimble hands, thin blades, white lilies, vertigo, unkept journals, lightning and thunder, rhythms so raw the heartbreak is showing, shattered glass, walking alone on a cold night, silver necklaces, regret.

Celegorm — bright eyes, climbing rock formations, cold-hearted, hard breathing after running, wood cabins, gladiator arenas, wicked smiles, twisted branches, wild hair, growing more and more dangerous, night drives, adrenaline rushes, bruises, bloody cloaks, running from society, breathless laughing, that animalistic unpredictability, silver and leather bracelets, strong coffee after a sleepless night, city lights from a high rise, addiction, barking dogs, hurricanes.

Caranthir — ironic smirks, bitten nails painted black, lightning in summer, empty threats, sunglasses hiding dead eyes, thick chain jewellery, temperamental, goes to car races just to watch the crashes, deep glares, tongue/lip piercings, midnight walks, lightbulbs burning out, diamonds, crushed ice, a glint of cat eyes in the dark, gold coins in storm drains, cold hands, storm clouds rolling in, theatres, suppressed emotions, wrought iron gates, motorcycles. 

Curufin — cherries and Diet Coke, white marble, a studio apartment on the 67th floor, tattoos, neon lights, sweetened coffee, smudged makeup, too-loud music, cursive notes written in red ink, veiny forearms, sharp canines, fresh snowfall, high rise buildings, white light, sheer robes with nothing underneath, fog, stained glass windows, colourful hair, slow heartbeats, long-forgotten love, cold mountaintops, eternal silence.

Amrod — burnished copper, feverish eyes, hues of orange and gold, stars and spades, brewing tea, freckles, hardwood floors, poisonous flowers, listens to Hozier, messy hair, fake circle glasses, bullet point notes on a restaurant napkin, comfortable silence, broken wings on insects, old hungers, the whispering of trees, kicking stones on deserted paths, forgotten places, origami stars, old overgrown stone castles, morning mist, horse riding.

Amras  —  misplaced keys, wandering aimlessly, selectively mute, deep lakes hiding secrets, pine trees, restless nights, misunderstood, reliving the same day over and over again, graphic tees, dead moths, visual mind, muffled screams into a pillow, listens to asmr, doc martens, profanity, burned cigarettes, zoning out often, heart fluttering nervously, confusing satellites for stars, comic filled bookshelves, radios, old jeeps, glowing keyboards.

Celebrimbor — ravens, white-hot metal, the darkest shade of black, glittering skin, low waist pants, stars falling, the heat lingering in the evening, petals falling off dead flowers, trusting the wrong people, blue veins, cobblestone paths, linoleum tiles, bruises/scars easily, the heat lingering in the evening, cities awake late, card games, overanalysing everything, shiny fabrics, the slamming of a shot glass, the sting of betrayal.

[lua-magic]

Improve your planets.

I know planets in our birth chart is fixed but we can fix the energies of planets externally as well.

Venus.

If you want to improve your Venus then wear white colour, include number six and wear either diamond or white sapphire in your middle finger

Mercury.

If you want to improve your Mercury then wear green colour, include number five and wear emerald on the little finger .

Mars.

If you want to improve your Mars, then wear red colour, include number nine and wear red coral on the ring finger.

Jupiter.

If you want to improve your Jupiter then wear yellow clothes mores, include number three and wear yellow sapphire on index finger.

Saturn

If you want to improve your Saturn then include number eight, wear black colour and wear amythest bracelet or blue sapphire on ring finger.

Sun.

If you want to improve your sun, then wear

orange, saffron, golden and red, include number one and wear Ruby in ring finger or wear copper bracelet.

You eat and drink water in copper vessels and practice sun gazing.

Moon.

To improve your moon in your chart then wear pale white, cream or silver colour, wear pearl ornaments or moonstone bracelet and include number two.

You should eat food and drink water in silver vessel and do moon meditation.

Rahu or north node.

If you want to improve north node then wear dark blue colour, include number four and wear hessonite bracelet.

Ketu or south node

If you want to improve your ketu then wear cats eye, include number seven and wear brown colour clothes.

Don't wear the stones of enemy planets together.

Sun is enemy planet of Saturn, Rahu and Ketu.

Moon is enemy planet of Saturn, rahu, ketu and Mercury and sun.

Mars and Mercury are enemy planets.

Venus is enemy planet of ketu and sun.

Jupiter is enemy of Rahu and Moon, Mercury and Venus

Saturn is enemy of Sun, Rahu.

Wear either the stone of Moon or Mars but don't wear them together.

Don't wear black or stone of Saturn if Saturn is in six, eighth and twelfth or even retro in your chart.

[aspens-apothecary]

Mabon Celebration Ideas!

As some of you know, this Saturday is Mabon, the celebration of the Autumn Equinox. Some also refer to it as the "Pagan Thanksgiving", as you celebrate the bountiful harvest and are thankful for the earth and its many gifts.

Mabon marks the time of equilibrium, where the days and nights are of equal length. During this time, it is good to set intentions that involve decrease, such as ending unhealthy habits, self-destructive behaviors, or bad relationships.

Decorating for Autumn

This a great time to decorate for the coming autumn and spooky seasons leading up to Samhain! I like to open the windows and then cleanse my space(usually a simmer pot and smoke cleanse) and after, i actually physically clean the house.I then close the windows and stir my simmer pot, while setting new intentions for the household until the spring equinox. I then collect the things I want to decorate with(the usual fall decor; pumpkins, pine cones, leaf garlands, gourds and an autumn wreath on the door) and then decorate to my hearts content!

Release and Move Forward

Another thing I usually spend time on is meditation, centering myself, letting go of past baggage from the year and setting new personal goals and intentions until spring.

Find a nice spot outside, where you feel connected to the world around you. Take a journal with you, and meditate. Write down what you want the next few months to bring into your life. Set those intentions in any way you choose.

Have a nice Hearty Meal

Who doesn't love a good meal with great people? You can make a roast, hold a potluck Mabon dinner ect, I usually host a bonfire night and everyone brings their own dishes to feel the group. During covid, I made a pot roast for my fiance and I! You could also do a picnic!

Fall Activities

Apple Picking, Corn Mazes, going to a Pumpkin Patch, all fall activities that are fun for the whole family, as a cute date, or great solo fun!

Honor Persephone and Demeter

If you are one to honor deities/spirits during the holidays, Persephone and Demeter are two that will definitely fall into Mabon.

According to the myth, Autumn is the time where Persephone must leave her beloved mother and travel to Hades, to fulfill her role as the Queen of the Underworld. Each year she lets go of the concerns of the upper world, and willingly descends to guide the souls of the dead over the threshold of Life and Death.

Creating an altar, and leaving offerings for them in honor of their sacrifice is an amazing way to celebrate.

Other

Other things you can do include cleansing ritual baths, Divination for the new few months, hiking, offerings for the local nature spirits, make a gratitude list for the last few months and thank the earth for her gifts

Mabon Symbols:

Cornucopia (horn of plenty), pinecones, seeds

Colors: Orange, red, yellow, brown, copper, dark yellow, dark green

Foods: Corn, beans, squash, apples, pumpkins, cider, root vegetables, pomegranate, wine

Herbs: Yarrow, rosemary, sage, mugwort, rosehips,

Stones: Amber, citrine, cat’s eye, aventurine, sapphire, jasper

Flowers: Sunflowers, thistle, marigolds

Deities: Mabon, Green Man, Demeter, Persephone, Morgan, Pomona, Inanna

Animals: Owl, stag, blackbird, salmon

I hope this gives you a few ideas! Add your own ideas to this list! These are just the ways I like to celebrate!

[atbussysparks]

Last Scout headcanons I prommy 🥺 LETS GET IT BITCH 🔥🔥🎉💯🗣️🗣️

He believes that theater is cringe. EXCEPT ROCK OPERAS. he flips the fuck out when they do anything.

He needs his tonsils out so bad. Genuinely a medical anomaly how decrepit they are

He pushes his body too far occasionally and has some pretty bad joint pain. Most of the time when he's off the clock he uses forearm crutches

He sleeps on a bunk bed. Top bunk. No one else sleeps on the bed with him.

If someone walked into his room at home the only decoration would be a magic eye wallpaper

Sharp canines

He doesn't remember anything from the troubled teen's camp bc he was dissociated the whole time

He found out how to make things explode with a rock covered in copper wire and a power line

Every time he talks about what's wrong with him he says it like it's completely normal. It's never normal. Your bones shouldn't go squishy.

He's a dog guy, but he has a kitten that he treats like his own baby. They have very similar actions. The cat is orange

If he was a teen in the 2000s he'd have an edgy wolf OC named dragonspark

He bought an "illegal firework" that was just a straight up pipe bomb

He gets stuck in a well regularly and pyro has a hard time communicating with others to help him

Favorite mode of exiting a room? Jumping outta the window!

Scout doesn't think that moles are real. The animals.

Unrelated but Medic uses a wheelchair because he was serving in the American army in WW2. That's how he got his citizenship! He'd lived in America for two years before that. He caught shrapnel in his knees during a battle and they pop out of socket. He also has joint pain. Just like me!

[zoesblogsposts]

o 625 words to know in your target language o

There is a really interesting blog called "Fluent Forever" that aids foreign language learners in tricks, tips and techniques to guide them to achieving fluency "quickly" and efficiently. One of the tricks is to learn these 625 vocab words in your target language, that way you have a basis to start delving into grammar with ease as you can understand a lot of vocab right off the bat. Plus this list of words are common across the world and will aid you in whatever language you are learning. Here is the list in thematic order

• Animal: dog, cat, fish, bird, cow, pig, mouse, horse, wing, animal

• Transportation: train, plane, car, truck, bicycle, bus, boat, ship, tire, gasoline, engine, (train) ticket, transportation

• Location: city, house, apartment, street/road, airport, train station, bridge hotel, restaurant, farm, court, school, office, room, town, university, club, bar, park, camp, store/shop, theater, library, hospital, church, market, country (USA,

France, etc.), building, ground, space (outer space), bank, location

• Clothing: hat, dress, suit, skirt, shirt, T-shirt, pants, shoes, pocket, coat, stain, clothing

• Color: red, green, blue (light/dark), yellow, brown, pink, orange, black, white, gray, color

• People: son, daughter, mother, father, parent (= mother/father), baby, man, woman, brother, sister, family, grandfather, grandmother, husband, wife, king, queen, president, neighbor, boy, girl, child (= boy/girl), adult (= man/woman), human (# animal), friend (Add a friend's name), victim, player, fan, crowd, person

• Job: Teacher, student, lawyer, doctor, patient, waiter, secretary, priest, police, army, soldier, artist, author, manager, reporter, actor, job

• Society: religion, heaven, hell, death, medicine, money, dollar, bill, marriage, wedding, team, race (ethnicity), sex (the act), sex (gender), murder, prison, technology, energy, war, peace, attack, election, magazine, newspaper, poison, gun, sport, race (sport), exercise, ball, game, price, contract, drug, sign, science, God

• Art. band, song, instrument (musical), music, movie, art

• Beverages: coffee, tea, wine, beer, juice, water, milk, beverage

• Food: egg, cheese, bread, soup, cake, chicken, pork, beef, apple, banana orange, lemon, corn, rice, oil, seed, knife, spoon, fork, plate, cup, breakfast, lunch, dinner, sugar, salt, bottle, food

• Home: table, chair, bed, dream, window, door, bedroom, kitchen, bathroom, pencil, pen, photograph, soap, book, page, key, paint, letter, note, wall, paper, floor, ceiling, roof, pool, lock, telephone, garden, yard, needle, bag, box, gift, card, ring, tool

• Electronics: clock, lamp, fan, cell phone, network, computer, program (computer), laptop, screen, camera, television, radio

• Body: head, neck, face, beard, hair, eye, mouth, lip, nose, tooth, ear, tear (drop), tongue, back, toe, finger, foot, hand, leg, arm, shoulder, heart, blood, brain, knee, sweat, disease, bone, voice, skin, body

• Nature: sea, ocean, river, mountain, rain, snow, tree, sun, moon, world, Earth, forest, sky, plant, wind, soil/earth, flower, valley, root, lake, star, grass, leaf, air, sand, beach, wave, fire, ice, island, hill, heat, nature

• Materials: glass, metal, plastic, wood, stone, diamond, clay, dust, gold, copper, silver, material

• Math/Measurements: meter, centimeter, kilogram, inch, foot, pound, half, circle, square, temperature, date, weight, edge, corner

• Misc Nouns: map, dot, consonant, vowel, light, sound, yes, no, piece, pain, injury, hole, image, pattern, noun, verb, adjective

• Directions: top, bottom, side, front, back, outside, inside, up, down, left, right, straight, north, south, east, west, direction

• Seasons: Summer, Spring, Winter, Fall, season

• Numbers: 0, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20 21, 22, 30, 31, 32, 40, 41, 42, 50, 51, 52, 60, 61, 62, 70, 71, 72, 80, 81, 82, 90, 91, 92, 100, 101, 102, 110, 111, 1000, 1001, 10000, 100000, million, billion, 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th, number

• Months: January, February, March, April, May, June, July, August, September, October, November, December

• Days of the week: Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday

• Time: year, month, week, day, hour, minute, second, morning, afternoon, evening, night, time

• Verbs: work, play, walk, run, drive, fly, swim, go, stop, follow, think, speak/say, eat, drink, kill, die, smile, laugh, cry, buy, pay, sell, shoot(a gun), learn, jump, smell, hear (a sound), listen (music), taste, touch, see (a bird), watch (TV), kiss, burn, melt, dig, explode, sit, stand, love, pass by, cut, fight, lie down, dance, sleep, wake up, sing, count, marry, pray, win, lose, mix/stir, bend, wash, cook, open, close, write, call, turn, build, teach, grow, draw, feed, catch, throw, clean, find, fall, push, pull, carry, break, wear, hang, shake, sign, beat, lift

• Adjectives: long, short (long), tall, short (vs tall), wide, narrow, big/large, small/little, slow, fast, hot, cold, warm, cool, new, old (new), young, old (young), weak, dead, alive, heavy, light (heavy), dark, light (dark), nuclear, famous

[saturnselkies]

Thanks for the tag @i-mybrunettelady!!!😊 I did it for both my commander and wayfinder & if you're reading this and want to do it, you're tagged (and please tag me in your post! So I can read).

-- B A S I C S

name: Penelope Starbinder (formerly Ry). age: 34. She was born on November 1 (Season of the Colossus/Scorpio. I picture her with an Aquarius moon and an Aries rising!). race: She had two mothers, one is Canthan and the other was a Mist Being with draconic blood. gender: NB femme (she/her). orientation: Lesbian. profession: Holosmith and Commander/Champion of Aurene.

-- P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S

hair: Currently a copper orange. eyes: Right now her eyes have a purple and yellow hue which is impossible in-game, but that's the kind of shade. skin: Tanned. tattoos/scars: She has a tattoo on the base of her neck, it's supposed to represent her title of Starbinder. I haven't designed it yet because I haven't had the opportunity to draw her back AJKFJSF but yeah. Scars: one on her left breast/shoulder from when Bangar shot her.

-- F A M I L Y

parents: Mimi Ry (deceased) and Nvaa (deceased). siblings: Her twin sister Deanna Starlighter (formerly Ry). grandparents: Unknown. Her human mother had no family of note. in laws and others: Jormag - not officially married, but… honestly they have 6 children together so. It makes the Elder Dragons family ig. LMFAOOO. pets: Starry shiba inu.

-- S K I L L S

abilities: Proficient in engineering and holosmith skills; on the same level of Canthan engineering. She would be classified as a genius (she just doesn't use it like asura do, so it's never really commercialized). Great eye for strategy and making small talk with just about anyone. Good at solving things quickly and has a stellar sense of direction. She can't cook good food or sew or anything like that; that's Jormag's thing lol. She doesn't have a hobby or other skills that aren't related to being a commander and she should rethink that. The burnout is real.

-- T R A I T S

most positive trait: Easygoing, extremely loyal, dependable. most negative trait: Martyrdom, impulsiveness, speaks without thinking at times.

-- L I K E S

colors: Purple, gold, cyan. smells: Lavender, coconut, beach. textures: Soft fur/hair, warm skin, weighted blanket. drinks: Energy drinks, cocktails, fizzy soda.

-- O T H E R D E T A I L S

smokes: Not usually, but she has. drinks: Yes. drugs: Nope. been arrested: Well yes, canonically so. ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

-- B A S I C S

name: Badri the Starstorm (alter ego: The Starfall Ego). age: Unknown, but definitely over 150. race: Unknown. gender: Cis lady (she/her). orientation: Lesbian. profession: Wizard and Wayfinder. Chronomancer. (Alter ego: crazily powerful elemental cosmic magic).

-- P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S

hair: Mousy blonde, very soft and shiny. (Alter ego: very light lavender/iridescent). eyes: Pale with a golden sparkle. skin: Pale purple-blue. tattoos/scars: None.

-- F A M I L Y

parents: Unknown. siblings: Unknown. grandparents: Unknown. in laws and others: Isgarren is her father figure and Peitha is her toxic yuri. Isak and her share a pretty strong sibling bond even if they are not related at all. pets: Her moth skyscale, Belle, is very much like a cat to her.

-- S K I L L S

abilities: Learned chronomancy from her teacher Basira & her skills are pretty good. She learns any kind of magic pretty easily and with efficiency. She can cook, sew, dance, play instruments, sing, and many other stuff. She's like a swiss army knife of skills. She devoted most of her time to hobbies and reading because she wasn't allowed outside the tower.

-- T R A I T S

most positive trait: Cheerful, tooth-rotting sweet and attentive, caring. most negative trait: Selfish, passive-aggressive, sheltered.

-- L I K E S

colors: Jade, lipstick, periwinkle. smells: Strawberry cake, peppermint, scented candles. textures: Velvet, encrusted gems, embroidery. drinks: Green tea, cocoa with chunky marshmallows, smoothies.

-- O T H E R D E T A I L S

smokes: Nope. drinks: Nope. drugs: Nope. been arrested: Nope.

[sproouts-jpeg]

if you had to pick a gemstone for each strawhat which one would you choose? Happy birthday!

thank u!! i had to think abt this kinda hard idk that many rocks… ok so!!

luffy 🍖

easy!! sunstone!!

it represents leadership and joy!!

perfect for our captain joyboy!

it’s this glassy vibrant red-orange color that sometimes is all sparkly cause of copper or other metals that can form in it!

i think it suits him, being a combination of his yellow childhood-assigned color and his red crew-assigned color

zoro⚔️

moldavite!

its a mossy green color and its spiky… hehehe moss-head

it symbolizes inner guidance, which i’m gonna take 100% literally cause this dumbass needs a better sense of direction XD

on a more serious note, also cause zoro is a character who is defined by his very strong motivations and goals! and this stone is used to manifest desires

also they’re strongly associated with the element of earth, as they’re meteorite rock! and zoro is associated with earth too!

also there’s a myth of moldavite coming from the emeralds of lucifer’s crown that fell to earth! so king of hell association too!

nami🍊

citrine!

citrus… mikans… nami!

it’s called a “merchant’s stone” cause it represents prosperity and supposedly brings good fortune! perfect for our cat burglar and her totally justified high interest rates for debts!

it’s usually a light yellow color, but many varieties are also more of a deep orange!

also symbolizes inner guidance and helps people achieve their dreams! the kind of direction she’ll need as the crew’s navigator!

usopp💥

i think tiger’s eye

it represents confidence/courage and is supposed to protect against negative energy

which he needs to be a great warrior of sea!

plus also being the most cowardly and negative member of the crew, but fighting on regardless is very courageous!! i’m vividly imagining a quote of his from water 7/ennies lobby rn but i don’t feel like looking for it (i love usopp a lot can you tell lol)

its also a striped yellow and brown color, which i also just associate with him in general

sanji🚬

aquamarine!

it was known as a “sailor’s stone” made to bring good luck to sailors at sea

lots of people don’t really acknowledge this abt sanji’s character, but he’s one of the only members of the crew (besides brook and jimbei) with previous experience as a pirate/sailor!

i read this post idk who made it but they had a really good point: he’s always been a pirate, he just chooses to be known as a cook (cause that’s his passion, but yknow)!

this gem was also associated with young love, which suits his hopeless romantic simpyness

and it’s his birthstone

also it’s blue… i’m very uncreative. can you see the pattern in my logic now lol

chopper⛑️

pink spinel

like many pink gems, it symbolizes love, compassion, and innocence! that seems to match up with chopper’s personality pretty well!

it also supposedly helps heal wounds and illnesses? i don’t believe that kind of stuff but idk chopper’s our little doctor

spinel stones in general are also associated with wisdom!

i’m gonna stop right there for now! i’m tired and i can’t think anymore :/ i’ll do the older crew members some other time!

also i noticed nowadays all gems are supposed to bring healing and inner peace and clarity or something!! that’s boring!!! quit being copy cats!! symbolize something cool for once!! i think its the same problem with flowers too… they all symbolize love nowadays when they all used to have significantly more varied meanings!

[corneliaavenue-ao3]

When Harry Potter was born, he knew nothing of prophecies or horcruxes. The name Tom Riddle meant absolutely nothing to him. He knew of a woman with long, copper hair and green eyes and a tall man with messy, black hair. He knew of three pairs of hands that were the hands of his uncles. He knew what snuggles were and he knew what it felt like to have a body with only one soul. 

When Harry Potter celebrated his first Halloween, he knew nothing of trolls in the dungeons or Death Day Parties. He knew nothing of petrified cats and words written in blood by a girl who has no control over her own body. Goblets of Fire meant nothing to him at this time and what the consequences could be if his name were to ever come out of one. Instead, he only knew of the orange costume his mum put him in that made him look like a pumpkin, and the painted face of his dad that made him look like a skeleton.

When Harry Potter celebrated his first Christmas, he knew nothing of coal in stockings and shoelaces as presents. He didn’t know what it felt like to watch his cousin open up his 25th present while he cooked Holiday brunch in the kitchen. He didn’t know what a belt was or how it could be used as a punishment if the bacon came out a little too crispy for his uncle’s liking. He only knew of stockings filled with toys, and 25 kisses from each one of his parents. He only knew of his mum’s (off key) singing of muggle Christmas carols as she helped his dad cook Christmas brunch. 

When Harry Potter played with the big black dog, he knew nothing of the grim. He did not know the scared feeling of being chased by bulldogs owned by his uncle’s sister. He knew nothing of magical prisons and unjust criminal systems nor was he aware of The Ministry of Magic and the secrets that lie within its walls. He didn’t know how thin the dog could become after being starved for 12 years. He knew only of piggyback rides and wet, slobbery kisses. 

When Harry Potter celebrated his first birthday, he knew nothing of letters addressed to a boy who lived in a cupboard under the stairs. He was not friendly with spiders and their cobwebs littering his bedroom. He did not know about drawing birthday cakes in the dirt with eleven candles on them. He only knew of toddler sized broomsticks that he could chase the family cat around the living room with. He knew of a big cake baked by “Ma” that ended more on the floor and his face than it did his own mouth. 

When Harry Potter woke up on his second Halloween, he knew nothing of death. The name Tom Riddle still meant nothing to him, and he did not know that green flashing lights were a sign of evil. He did not know how devastating a betrayal from a best friend could be. Most importantly, he did not know the sound of his own mother’s screams. Instead he only knew the bright colors his dad would shine above his crib as his mum told him a bedtime story. He only knew “Pea” as a surrogate uncle, just like “Serus” and “Reem.” Most importantly, he only knew the sound of his mother’s laugh.

When Harry Potter was left on the doorstep of his aunt and uncle’s house, he knew nothing of abuse. He knew nothing of his cousin’s fists or the silly, little game called “Harry Hunting.” He knew nothing of negligent teachers who ignored the obvious signs of mistreatment. Instead he only knew the stars that twinkled like the bearded man’s eyes and the flying motorcycle in the night sky. He only knew the faint cheers from wizards and witches all across Great Britain celebrating the death of the man he now shared a soul with.

He knew nothing yet of what was to come.

[gourdlycatgen]

The lost rogue named Kodkod is a lavender afab mascneutral cat with a solid coat and low white spotting. The pronouns this cat uses are they/them + neos. This cat has short, soft fur and copper orange eyes. This cat dislikes running, and loves storms. The cat is lovable and toxic. The cat is a sloppy fighter. This cat has moderate scarring and a worn body.

[paperbackribs]

A Tarnished Copper Boy (3)

Previous | Next Last chapter, Steve fell through time from 1986 to land at Eddie's feet in 1984, patting him down for injuries, and asking for a ride to Dustin's place.

Chapter 3: A Sound of Thunder

Before anyone can speak to Steve’s insane declaration that he’s a time traveller a short curvy woman appears behind Dustin with a warm smile. In the open entranceway of her home, her face is round and welcoming with lovely blonde waves that fall to her shoulders. “Dusty, are these your friends? It’s Steve, right? You’re dating Mike’s sister?”

Steve’s back straightens and Eddie snickers, wondering if this is Preppy Steve returning from under the rugged version that had appeared on his trailer floor.

“Mrs Henderson, it’s good to see you. Yeah, I know the kids and I have a science question for Dustin.” He unleashes the full Harrington smile, which Eddie has to admit is somewhat charming. “He’s so smart, I just knew he’d be able to help me out.”

Mrs Henderson beams and shoos them through the door with a beckoning hand, “Of course, my Dusty is very clever. Mr Clarke—that’s his science teacher—always says that he has the most unique questions in class. Come in, come in.”

Eddie looks curiously around the wide entranceway that curves into the living area and sees that his initial impression of a hobbit home continues. The inside is tidy and orderly with furnishings in earthy tones and photos scattered across the walls full of smiling people. It’s warm and inviting, Eddie thinks, much like Mrs Henderson.

However, even she falters as she finally gets a clear look at Steve, gaze flickering between mud-flecked combat boots up to the dirt-smudged around his face. He smells faintly like gasoline too, if Eddie’s being honest, so he can understand her hesitation.

He leans over, slinging an arm around Steve’s shoulder who jerks slightly before relaxing into his hold. “We’re just coming back from a camping workshop; you know, crawling through the under-bushes and whatnot. Steve has a question about…” Eddie scrambles to think of what one finds at a camping site, but Steve smoothly jumps in. “An animal we found,” he says, smiling. “We’re not sure if it’s a marsupial or not.”

“Oh, of course,” Mrs Henderson shakes off the frown that had started to form and walks ahead, clearly expecting them to follow. Steve makes wide eyes at Dustin who just shakes his head at the older boy, not understanding his wordless message.

Eddie leans across Steve’s chest, his arm still draped around his shoulders, and says quietly, “I think he wants to have this talk in private.”

“Ohhhh,” Dustin says noisily and with no hint of tact.

Steve turns to Eddie, shooting him a covert look of disbelief with a scoff and, for a moment, time stops around him. Arrested by the familiarity and comradery in Steve’s dark eyes, Eddie can only stare. It’s an expression that speaks of a personal connection between the two of them that he has no point of reference for. It’s strange and oddly tempting.

Steve’s gaze sharpens and his mouth opens, but whatever he’s going to say is lost as Dustin loudly interrupts to inform his mom that they’re going to talk in his room instead. Eddie lets his arm drop heavily away as he follows Steve’s retreating shoulders into the deep of the house.

In Dustin’s bedroom, autumnal sunlight pours through long, narrow windows high up the walls and the warm yellows and browns of Mrs Henderson’s design continue to shine through.

However, the kid has put his own spin on it with a working space dedicated to science and science fiction: scattered across it are half-open wires and batteries of all sizes with a scenic-looking ant farm, resting against a silver ham radio are two black walkie talkies, and a R2-D2 sits in the middle of an empty terrarium.

An orange and white cat is curled on the pillow of his bed, but it shoots Eddie a dirty look and saunters away after he collapses onto the single mattress, arms propping him up from behind and feeling the intense need for popcorn to watch this unfolding train wreck.

The sunlight streaming into the room kisses Steve’s hair, making him almost glow as he paces in the short space.

Dustin frowns over at Eddie’s relaxed form, “Who’s he?” Eddie blithely grins back, finding it hard to be concerned in the face of a ridiculous claim like time travel.

However, his smile briefly dips as he remembers the pained gravity in Steve’s voice as he said it hasn’t happened yet and not the right place or the right… time, Eddie belatedly fills in for Steve. Not the right place or time.

Steve throws a careless hand between them, seemingly impatient now that he’s closer to talking about the root of his issue. “Dustin, this is Eddie. Eddie, Dustin. Now that you’ve been properly introduced, can we circle back to my problem? I’m not from around here.”

“You’re a time traveller,” Dustin repeats doubtfully with a hint of scorn.

“Hey,” Steve points a finger at him, “Don’t take that tone. I’m not out of my mind; I’m from 1986 and this is…” He glances towards the bed for confirmation, “1984?”

Eddie nods, but even as he wonders why he’s entertaining Steve a part of him can see the edge of uncertainty, of vulnerability, to him when he’d looked at Eddie. He thinks that maybe Steve is not as okay as he appears.

Dustin darts a glance at the bed before leaning closer to Steve and hissing in a whisper audible across the room, “Code Red?”

Steve nods grimly, “Code Red. I was coming out of the Upside Down in ’86 and I landed in Eddie’s trailer in ’84.”

Code Red seems to be important to Dustin because the kid looks more willing to believe Steve now, but he still hesitates. “And you’re not just…” Dustin waves a hand to encompass Steve and his party reputation, “I don’t know, drunk or something.”

Eddie barks out a laugh despite himself, “That’s what I said, kid.”

Dustin narrows his eyes at the moniker but is distracted when Steve huffs, crossing his arms and looking like he wouldn’t mind following it with a stamp of his foot. The frustration on his face is a little cute. “I’m not high. I’m not drunk. I’m in an Upside Down situation and you have to tell me how I can get back to where I’m supposed to be.”

Dustin squawks, “I’m not H.G. Wells, Steve. I don’t have a time machine in my basement, ready for you to go on a little trip back to the future. Wait.” He holds up a hand that is surprisingly commanding for someone so small, “Did you say you were in the Upside Down? Like Will last year? Easy then. If you came through a portal, then you just have to go right back through it. Bada boom.”

“Easy he says,” Steve mutters, pacing away before turning back to Dustin in irritation. “It’s not easy because the gate is gone. Vamoosed.” He shoots his hand up like it’s a rocket flying out of space. “Out of here. It’s supposed to be in Eddie’s trailer, but there’s nothing there.”

The two lock gazes and Eddie decides to interrupt before they start tearing each other’s hair out. “Did you say that other people had come in and out of this Upside Down? What about one of those?” He ventures while telling himself that playing along doesn’t mean that he believes this story.

It’s just that nervousness is starting to thrum so strongly in Steve that the air is almost palpable with it, and he doesn’t want Hawkins’ golden boy to completely lose his faculties.

“No,” Dustin sharply rebuts, “That would only mean he’s travelling through to the Upside Down in the present. They’re not time machines either.” He squints at Eddie again, turning to Steve to ask, “What’s so special about this guy’s place? Why’s a portal there.”

Eddie wouldn’t mind knowing why Steve chose his trailer of all places too and turns eager eyes to him. However, Steve barely opens his mouth before Dustin lets out a startlingly loud sound, hurrying forward to slap his palms against Steve’s mouth.

Steve recoils, dramatically spluttering, “Dude, gross.”

“Don’t say it!” Dustin shrieks. Eddie winces at the piercing tone.

“What?” Steve asks, looking as bewildered as Eddie feels at this abrupt about-face.

Dustin steps back to a low bookcase and pulls out a thin book with a yellow cover, on it is an icon of a half sun and moon with The Golden Apples of the Sun printed in bold black text underneath. He waves the book at the two of them as if that will make them catch up any quicker, “You’re going to step on a butterfly!”

Steve dutifully looks down at his feet and Eddie stifles a laugh, “I think he meant that metaphorically, big boy.”

Steve’s head whips towards him and an odd expression crosses his face before he reluctantly nods. Turning back to Dustin he says, “Use your words, man. What the hell are you going on about?”

“It’s a Ray Bradbury short story. This guy goes back in time, like all the way back to the Cretaceous period as a tourist, with a tour guide and everything. But he steps off the designated path and kills a butterfly and when he returns everything is different. One small change and the future is nothing like it was.”

Steve shrugs carelessly, doubt furrowing his brows, “Is that so bad? So, what, there were less butterflies or something when he returned.”

“No, Steve, it wasn’t just butterflies.” Dustin rolls his eyes, swatting the book through the air again as if waving away the thick fog he clearly thinks fills Steve’s head. “Before he went back in time, they had narrowly defeated a fascist who was trying to become president. But after that one minor change, the fascist wins and everyone’s acting differently. Who knows what you could do if you start telling us what happens in the future? You’d be stepping on butterflies left and right.”

Steve blinks rapidly, his face whitening to a chalky complexion, “This bad guy… he won because the time traveller changed a few small things? It was his fault?”

Dustin nods eagerly now that Steve’s getting it, “Directly his fault. They fall into a dystopia because the time traveller messed with the proper timeline, and it led to catastrophe!”

Steve wobbles, stepping back like he’s suddenly lost his footing. Eddie shoots forward to hastily grab him by the elbows, trying to stop Steve from falling on his ass. He gently shifts him over to sit on the bed and Steve falls heavily, looking down at his open palms for a long, silent minute.

Dustin raises his eyebrows in concern over Steve’s head to Eddie but Eddie just shrugs: this is their show, he’s just here as the ride and for the sad lack of popcorn.

Looking like he’s about to hurl, Steve finally speaks. “So… I can’t say or do anything or the worse outcome could happen. And I don’t have a way out of here either.” His voice is terribly hollow, vacant and distant like a cold star. “I’m stuck.”

The anxiety that had radiated from Steve has disappeared, but in its place is a tangible loneliness like a child abandoned in the middle of an empty field. It stirs unhappy memories, and greasy shame builds in Eddie’s chest. He shouldn’t be finding any amusement in Steve’s pain, whether it makes sense or not.

He reaches out a hand to Steve’s shoulder, jostling him in a friendly manner. “Hey, at least it’s only a couple of years. Lay low and before you know it, this will be all over.”

“Where?” Steve laughs without humour, still staring down at his hands. “Set myself up in Dustin’s basement? Sneak me 3-Muskateers and keep me like a pet.” He shoots his hand up to wave it in a frantic gesture at Dustin, “No, better yet, let’s rope your mother in. Just add me to Sunday dinners, please!”

“Mom’s roast is the best,” Dustin protests, more form than substance as he eyes Steve, obviously baffled about how to talk him down from his meltdown.

Eddie shoots the kid a warning look but Dustin blusters ahead, “But yeah, we could do that for a little while. It’s a very, very bad idea to introduce you to yourself in the present, so it’s not like you can stay in Loch Nora. That’s less a butterfly and more like a pterosaur.”

Steve’s anguish momentarily subsides in minor confusion and Eddie concurs. They both look up at Dustin blankly before he explains, “Flying dinosaurs. Jesus, what the hell do you study in high school?”

“Or you could stay at mine,” Eddie surprises himself by offering even as he hastens to add, “You know, just for the night or until this resolves itself. The trailer is small but maybe that portal will come back, and you can walk right through it back to your time?”

Eddie can already feel the guilt that will bury its hooks into his flesh if he leaves Steve to wander off today and later hears that he got in trouble or, worse, injured because he’s a little confused.

Steve blinks in surprise before a small smile graces his face, the lines between his brow softening slightly. “That’s really kind of you, Eddie. I think…” He turns to look at Dustin uncertainly, “I think it’s best if I stick around where the portal could reappear. Give it some time and, if it doesn’t, I’ll figure out what to do then.”

He ruffles his hair in a way that Eddie is quickly coming to recognise as a nervous gesture, “Maybe I’ll leave Hawkins after all. Get out of here and do my own thing.”

Eddie wonders why Steve sounds so sad as he says that. Isn’t the prospect of getting out of the hell that is small-town America a good thing? As soon as he gets that diploma, he’s out of here, only looking back because where Uncle Wayne is then Eddie will always circle around to. But only for short visits. Hawkins can suck his sweaty balls.

While Eddie has watched Steve, feeling helpless to do anything but bear witness to his distress, Dustin starts picking up energy in the background. Bouncing up and down on his toes, he mutters something before pouncing on the wireless radio on his desk.

“The guys are going to go insane,” he says, looking up with shining eyes. “I won’t say who or when, I promise. But this is going to blow their minds.”

Steve’s eyes widen in alarm and he bolts off the bed, shooting forward to quickly pluck the black plastic out of Dustin’s hands, holding it above his head. “No,” he almost shouts, startling the younger boy with the energy behind it. “No, Dustin,” Steve says more quietly, although an urgent undercurrent still thrums through his words. “Nothing can change.”

Dustin regains his composure enough to scowl, glancing at the radio that Steve’s playing keep-away with, “I’m not going to change anything. It’ll just be a theoretical, and it’s not like you’ve told me about any future events. I’ll make it into a story,” he decides, obviously off the cuff and thinking that the short, unconvincing excuse will fool Steve.

His curls bob as he darts forward to take back the radio, but Steve dodges back, shooting him a dirty look and pitching it in a soft underhand throw to Eddie.

Surprised, Eddie fumbles the device but thankfully—when he inevitably drops it, and he does—it falls onto the soft covers of the bed rather than breaking to pieces on the floor.

“Steve,” Dustin whines, “It’ll just be this cool story that I make up. I won’t even use your name, relax.”

Steve shakes his head, a grave mien falling around him. He hunches over the younger boy, hands on his shoulders and deadly serious. “You don’t understand how important this is, Dustin. We won something. It was terrifying and it was hard, but we won.” Eddie shivers at the awful sincerity in Steve’s tone even as he continues. “You can’t say anything to the guys, not even the smallest hint.”

Dustin’s face crumples, Steve’s words starting to penetrate his resolve. Steve nods sympathetically as he sees that he’s getting through to him, “You’ve got to forget this ever happened and just… keep being you. You’re brilliant and I know how hard it is for you to let go of something when it’s a puzzle, but if you talk about this then maybe that is the butterfly and maybe we don’t win. Maybe…” He swallows hard, the sound audible across the room. “Maybe even more people die.”

Eddie’s eyes widen, momentarily stunned by even more, but he thinks that Dustin doesn’t notice the slip at the end of Steve’s speech because he only nods in defeat, mouth moving into an accepting grimace. “Okay,” he mutters.

Steve eyes him doubtfully, “Not Mike or Lucas or even Will. Never, ever even think of dropping hints in front of me. Just forget that today ever happened.”

The youth that shines through in Dustin’s short stature and baby-faced features falls away to a maturity that Eddie hates to see in someone so young. “I won’t say anything and I’ll try to forget this ever happened,” he promises.

Dustin’s lips firm suddenly in determination, “In fact, I can’t believe you, Steve. Trying to trick me with such a stupid prank. You really are a— a—” For once his voice fails him and Dustin lamely concludes, “A complete douchebag.”

Steve smiles down at him with pride, relief loosening the tightness in his shoulders. “That’s right. It’s 1984 and I am a complete and utter douchebag. Thanks, Dustin.” He tousles his hair over the baseball cap, a gesture that looks well-practised.

Dustin smacks his hand away with a scowl, youth returning to his features once more and Steve laughs lightly, stepping back. “Be good, you little butthead,” he says before departing without fanfare, striding away.

Yet, Eddie sees the pain that flashes over his face once his back is turned to Dustin. Steve swiftly exits and, in the hallway, he begins to thank Mrs Henderson, politely declining the offer of a snack before they leave.

Thinking about that expression, a bearing full of repressed anguish and responsibility, Eddie doesn’t realise that he’s stood rooted to the spot until Dustin interrupts.

“He’s not that bad,” he says to Eddie, lips pursed like he thinks he doesn’t want to follow after Steve. “He helped out with the Upside Down last year, but he didn’t have to. He’s just Mike’s older sister’s boyfriend. Jonathan told Will that he even helped kill a demogorgon with a nail bat.”

His smile is gap-toothed and sweet, “That’s pretty badass.”

Eddie doesn’t think that Dustin literally means Steve fought a demon lord from the infinite depths of the abyss, but he makes a note to ask Steve about it later anyway. He’s also reminded that Steve said this kid would join Hellfire in the future. Even that he’d like him. And Eddie thinks that maybe he can see why, because, for all of his loudness and tone, Dustin seems to have a big heart.

“I’ll look out for him,” Eddie promises while slightly exasperated at himself for once more allowing a rise of sympathy to push him to watch over Steve Harrington who, on a normal day, would be perfectly fine taking care of himself.

Saying his goodbyes, Eddie steps from the earthy warmness of the Henderson home out into the bright afternoon light, feeling like he’s crossed through a portal himself. As if those moments in Dustin’s bedroom were an event outside of his own space and time. He shakes his head against the fanciful thought, striding over to his van where Steve is leaning against it.

With his foot propped behind him and a pensive expression sitting heavily on his face, he looks like Marlon Brando about to broodingly ask Eddie for a light.

For a moment, Eddie indulges in the thought of leaning in with a flickering flame pressed to a cigarette hanging on Steve’s soft-looking lips. Wonders what he’d do if he leaned in slow and close, all big eyes and heavy lashes.

Eddie shakes his head again, waving away the thoughts like smoke in the air; now is not the time. Ha. He jerks his head at Steve to get into the van, “Come on, let’s go back to mine.”

Distracted, Steve turns and hoists himself up. Eddie flips the stereo off as they reverse out of the drive, letting silence fill the air as they barrel down the back streets of Hawkins. He figures that maybe Steve has a lot running through his head right now and the thunderous roar of Judas Priest may be a bit much for him.

“Are you sure this is okay? Me staying for a few days?” Steve suddenly asks, turning to watch Eddie intently. “You don’t exactly know me. We’re not friends or anything right now.”

Eddie feels a sharp sting like an unexpected prick from a sewing needle, drawing the tiniest drop of bright red blood. He frowns at the sensation. If he’d been asked two hours ago, then his swift evaluation of Steve and him would be that they are not friends.

But this Steve, Rugged Steve, he seems cool. He’s sort of funny, a little sweet, and has a swathe of emotions running so deeply under the surface that Eddie wants to know what else he’s hiding.

“What about in the future?” Eddie asks instead, “We friends then?” He glances over at Steve, but the front seat is empty.

Eddie slams his foot down, the squeal of the breaks echoing loudly on the empty road.

They had been driving at 40 miles per hour down an asphalt road. Either Eddie didn’t notice the obvious movement of Steve clambering into the back of the van (unlikely) or he opened the door, rolled out onto the road, and magically closed the door shut afterwards (very fucking unlikely).

Or Steve disappeared into thin air, Eddie thinks with a racing heart.

Urgently twisting, he confirms that the back of the van is empty with only an amp and a blanket taking up one lonely corner. Falling out of the driver's seat in his haste, he stares out at the silent road. He looks left, right, and behind him, even stupidly glances up to the top of the van as if Steve’s climbed up there like an escape artist that’s about to do jazz hands and call out ta-dah.

Steve disappeared in a moving vehicle, leaving no trace behind.

Like a motherfucking time traveller.

Eddie’s knees buckle and he falls against the van, the asphalt hitting his backside painfully.

It was true.

It was all true.

Steve was from the future and now… has he gone back? He supposes? At least Steve won’t be trapped in his past, Eddie reasons, trying to find the bright side to this bizarre twist. He won’t be stuck on Eddie’s couch before heading out to travel America like some lonely, honour-bound samurai.

And if Eddie feels a small pang at not getting a chance to know Steve more… well, that’s between him and the empty road, because there’s no way he can talk to Present Steve, as he suddenly decides to call him. In no normal world would Eddie ever approach the king at school, other than to heckle the jocks tossing balls into laundry baskets.

No, upsetting the natural order stinks of butterfly carcasses.

Yet the regret hangs with him as he eventually pulls himself off the dusty road and into the van, driving home. It keeps him wide-eyed and awake through the night, thinking about what ifs.

The pang drives in a little harder as he spots Steve in the halls of Hawkins High; they even have history class together today and Eddie sees that, yes, he is assigned the seat directly in front of Steve.

He can’t help but look at him anytime their paths cross; Eddie once again the metal filling to Steve’s lodestone, a magnetic draw that he tries to keep hidden as he covertly stares. He sees it now too, that this Steve looks younger and smaller.

Maybe it had been the leather jacket and boots that Future Steve was wearing, but his shoulders had seemed broader and legs longer. Perhaps it was the grime around Steve’s face, but Eddie thinks that he loses some of that baby fat around his jaw in the next two years, becoming more defined.

He sees Steve one last time at the end of the day, sneaking up on Nancy Wheeler before grabbing her from behind with a cute little shout. Nancy laughs but Eddie thinks her heart’s not quite in it, her smile fading quickly as she turns back to her locker, grabbing the rest of her books.

Steve’s smile dips for a moment before he shrugs it off, moving to gently take the heavy bag from her. He catches Eddie’s eyes as he turns and stops to cooly raise a brow as if daring Eddie to comment.

That’s right, Eddie reminds himself around the pang, not friends.

He blindly turns, heart beating faster than the moment warrants and strides away. But it’s all so confusing and yesterday has become a moment in his life defined by before and after Steve. As if once Steve landed, groaning into his living room carpet, Eddie had become a different person.

He feels like that in those lost minutes yesterday he had started to make a friend. Someone interesting and possibly important to Eddie’s future, talking as if were an action hero, trying to save people in some unnamed war. But Eddie can’t discuss it with anyone; he knows he’ll be doing Dustin and Steve both a disservice if he goes back to talk to the kid.

He’s just going to have to swallow the awkwardness, Eddie decides, slamming the building’s door shut behind him to cross the parking lot.

He blocks out the sound of Steve’s laughter as he exits shortly after as well, closing his ears and stomping on any other fragment of unwanted feelings in his body.

He’ll see Steve when he sees him in the natural order of things. Until then, he’s persona non grata. Just a jock and Eddie will continue to be the freak.

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Duchess of Death, Riches, and Eloquence

Enn: "Whlc Melan Avage Bune Tasa"

Rank: Duchess

Other names: Bime

Colors: Green, blue, teal, orange, pink

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Crystals: Carnelian, chrysocolla, tiger's eye, copper jadeite, obsidian, topaz, rutilated quartz, petrified wood, pietersite, rose quartz, turquoise

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the melting point {chapter 2}

frankie morales x f! reader (description provided to help establish plot points)

word count: 1.5k

warnings: mild gore, mentions of past bullying, mentions of past trauma, ptsd, prescription pills 

You picked up your phone from where it rested in the first cup holder in between the seats of your truck, shifting the gear into park as you pulled up into one of the two spots within your little gate area behind the building. The shadow of your balcony offering shelter from the open sky. You looked at the three missed messages but decided to ignore them until you were out of the shower. Making your way in through the back door of the building, you made sure the bakery was locked and all the cooler doors were shut, checking on the still cooling cookies on a speed rack before moving them into the walk in.

You unlocked the door that led to the stairs, locking it back behind you. A soft meow sounded from the top of the stairs, a small black face with cream and orange splotches greeting you before quickly disappearing. You chuckled to yourself as you walked up into your open living room, kitchen space, looking across it the door to your bedroom opened and a tabby face was peering from the crack.

“Hey, Rig.” You smiled at him, dropping your bag right at the top of the stairs and wiggling your fingers at the larger tabby cat. He ran up to you and began meowing with fever. You always fed them when you got home for the day. Stepping out of your shoes and putting them on the shoe rack along the way, you gushed. “Alright, alright, I got you.”

You downed the remaining water in your gym bottle before rinsing it in the sink, window above it looking out onto the street below. You set it atop the rack beside the sink before turning and taking off your tee, you tossed it on the couch, moving to step out of your workout shorts. Padding through the living room in only your sports bra and underwear, you made for the shower. The whole right side of the space was made up of the large bathroom with a tub and a walk in shower and your bedroom that had a door to the balcony. You turned the water to warm and peered into the mirror. You frowned at your reflection, not liking the face staring back at you. You had caramel skin, a ton of freckles and moles, copper locks. You had been a target for remarks all throughout school, people telling you that you were too white to be Hispanic and too Hispanic to be white, called dirty, mixed, to pick a side…Fog began to distort your view and you turned to enter the shower.

As you were reaching up behind you to work shampoo in, soft, warm brown eyes flashed in your mind’s eye and caused a wave of chills to travel over your skin despite the heat of the water. Your hands clenched in your hair. You pursed your lips as you thought of the man attached to them, he had been so…yummy. Broad, thick body underneath casual clothes and a baseball cap, brown curls flourishing from around it, begging for hands to run through them at an attempt to tame them. The wrinkles around those soft, brown eyes had a flash of heat spiking in your core, up your abdomen. You gasped as you recalled the firm, callous that his hands were when you shook out a greeting. You hadn’t been greeted by a man like that since your time as an EMT. Even when people took the time to thank you for your service, which was extremely rare as you weren’t a police officer or firefighter, people offered to shake your hand.

You hadn’t touched anyone, even casually in far too long. Working long days in the bakery, trying to keep in shape, trying to keep the cats and yourself alive. You sighed as you ran a hand down your body, imagining it belonged to Frankie. You ran it over the slope of your breasts and down the valley of them lower, lower…

-

You twirled once in the mirror, the skirt of your olive-colored dress fanning around your thighs. You had paired the casual thing with brown leather strappy sandals that had a bit of a wedge heel. Your wavy curls falling to frame your face, you had done some winged eyeliner and a pale lip to help look you less tired than you were. Letting loose a held breath, you reached for your bag and phone on the bed beside the sleeping cats and took off across the apartment. Down the stairs you loaded up into the truck, peering around the quiet street with the air of the light hanging from the bottom of the balcony.

Excitement thrummed through your body, you were going to try and sit next to Frankie and learn more about him, the man intriguing beyond belief…

You picked up your phone and sent off a text to Benny saying you were on your way before looking at the other notifications you had put off opening. There were a couple from your father and two from different friends. They were wishing you a happy five-year anniversary and with a jolt you felt your mind shut down. Your fingers faltered on the keys in the ignition as memories and splashes of blood flashed in front of your eyes.

You tore the keys from the ignition and slammed the door of the truck shut before blindly entering the building and going up the stairs. You let your bag fall beside the shoe rack and didn’t bother to turn on any lights as your made your way to your room to slowly change your dress for an oversized tee and the boy shorts, it and the sandals shoved deep under the bed. You crawled underneath the covers and turned your phone on silent, you reached over to the nightstand and picked up a pill bottle. You swallowed two of them and curled up with the cats, who were curiously sniffing at your returned form.

-

“Well,” Frankie spoke when it had been an hour since your text to Benny telling him you were leaving the bakery. He drank from his pint glass, his next words sarcastic. “Looks like my presence wasn’t enough to make her start hanging out. Sorry to disappoint, guys.”

He didn’t know why it really bothered him so much, you had been so genuine. The guys hyping you out, telling him how your dry humor was snippy and hilarious, how you always thought to bring the pastries that didn’t sell to them to fuel their bar ventures, how you always looked so simultaneously, endearingly concentrated and spacing out while working out or running. How there was so much interest in the mystery of what you used to do and why you got a service discount from the taco truck one night across the street. The vendor had gushed and thanked you while you nervously waved him off. The guys had overheard while you were getting your order to go. You were a touch too fit, your arm muscles too toned for a bakery.

“She seemed excited, though.” Benny slumped down to touch his forehead on the table once. He had taken a liking to you at sign up, you had listened to the welcome speech and the tour with interest. Most people tended to space out or not pay attention in favor of taking in the gym and already planning workouts. You had paid attention and thanked him before departing. You thanked him every evening, now that he thought about it, you were always the last one at the end of the day. You coming at just after 5 on the dot everyday after you closed the bakery.

“She really did…I wonder if she’s okay.”

“Well, Benny said his thumbs at has a ‘read receipt’.” Will spoke up, watching them all pout over your absence. He had only met you once, when he had helped Benny to install a few new machines after close one day. Benny had let you stay over a bit, something about a late start. You had been too kind in your thanks, offering them pastries for the next day. “She probably got sidetracked or somethin’.”

“Well, I’ll just ask her what happened tomorrow.”

He didn’t get to ask you the next day, or the one after that….or the one after that. It was on that third day that he had made a trip out to the bakery, though it was closed. Looked like it had been all day. He had gotten out and peered into the shop, he had been tempted to ring the bell at the gate but he had chickened out once he was standing in front of it. You were only a patron in his gym, albeit a friendly one, but it really wasn’t his place. If another day or two passed, he would come back and do it.

He didn’t. He decided to call your emergency contact, the area code hadn’t even been in the same state. It had the same area code as yours.

[fox-guardian]

[ID: A digital colored sketch of the Mallow Family of cats being held up by the archival staff in front of a pink background. Only the arms of the archival staff are visible. From upper left to bottom right, Turing is an older gray kitten with thumbs and large yellow eyes being held by Sasha, who has light brown skin, freckles, and is wearing an orange sweater and a bracelet with large, pale yellow balls. Turing is staring at the viewer and his arms are out in front of him and slightly spread to the sides. Duke Archibald is an older white kitten with brown on his toes, the tips of his ears and tail, and on his face shaped like a mustache and small angry eyebrows. His eyes are drawn as small dots. He is being held by Jon, who has brown skin and is wearing a green long-sleeved dress shirt. Most of Duke Archie's body is visible as he dangles from Jon's hands, and he hangs mostly limp. Ms. Marsha Mallow is a large white cat with brown on her toes, the bottoms of her paws, and on the tip of her nose, and she has small brown dot eyebrows, copper eyes, and pink toe beans. Martin, who has pale skin, freckles, and is wearing a blue sweater, is holding her up as she rests one paw on his wrist and the other is touching Lil Baby Fudge's cheek as she looks at him. Lil Baby Fudge is a chubby, older brown kitten with lighter brown toe beans and small dots for eyes. He has one hind foot held up slightly, and his arms are out to his sides. He looks content as his cheek is squished by Ms. Mallow, and he is being held up by Tim, who has light brown skin, arm hair, and a watch with purple hands. The kittens all have their ears pointed out to the sides, while Ms. Mallow's are pointed mostly forward. end ID]

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my first commission (for @as-the-jay-flies) and it was so fun!! happy mallow family monday to all who celebrate <3

[kabanos-ek]

Hello!

I decided to try out and write something with Good Omens involved. You know, to test the waters or whatever the saying is.

It didn't exactly turn out how I had it in my mind but I don't think it's bad either.

Short and fluffy and calm

Experimenting with his style was one of Crowley's favorite things he could do. Especially in regards to his hair. Though he never changed its color once. The demon could do this any second, snap his fingers and be a blonde, or a brunette, or have jet black hair, like the pits of Hell he once inhabited. Would match his jacket and other clothing he wished into existence. But no, Crowley liked the coppery, rusty color, it somewhat matched his personality. Someone once told him he had typical orange cat energy? He still doesn't quite understand what the fuck that meant.

But he did experiment with its length and styling.

Crowley especially found it convenient that he could miracle it to his liking. Mostly because one day he felt most like himself in a short hairstyle. Cropped sides, longer top, few strands falling at his eyes, maybe a bit messy. The other days, long, wavy hair, sometimes tied in a loose bun at the back of his head, making him even more confident and sure.

But Crowley loved having long hair in moments like this, in Aziraphale's old bookshop, on a calm, warm and sunny day, with nothing else to do than sitting and doing nothing. His Angel sat on a vintage looking couch, legs slightly spread to let Crowley sit on the floor between Aziraphale's knees, back turned to him, slightly slouched, head rested by the cheek on the Blonde's knee, and an arm hooked around his calf, the other laying limp on the Demons lap, sunglasses held in a loose grip. His eyes were closed and his facial features relaxed. Aziraphale's hands tangled in copper curls and strands, making random braids and combing trough it.

Crowley's breathing was slow and quiet, sometimes a content sigh escaped him but he would deny it with all his might if anyone asked. His mind was comfortably fuzzy and cozy, with nothing that could cause any stress running trough it. He didn't really need to breath, but the action was automatic in the body, and he didn't bother fighting it.

Aziraphale felt quite similar. Also relaxed, his thoughts quiet for once. When he got bored of playing with his Demons hair alone, he would snap his fingers and miracle a book from a nearby shelf in his hand, without moving his legs even an inch, careful to not disturb the sleeping serpent at his feet. He'd hold the book with one hand, the other laying atop Crowley's head, sometimes moving a bit, the action even resembling a petting action a bit. Only taking it off to turn a page.

And when Crowley's legs grew tired, a feeling of hundreds ants walking on skin, he'd tighten his hold around the Angels leg, then slowly rise his head up, blinking out the fog from his vision and slowly stand up. He'd settle on the couch instead, next to Aziraphale, lay down on his back, setting his legs over the armrest and laying his head back on the lap of his favorite being in existence, going right back to sleep.

Moving the book to his other hand, Aziraphale would lay the now free one on Crowley's chest, feeling his (not really needed) heartbeat.