#cricket session tricks

[youryanderedaddy]

Yandere! Crazy ex boyfriend

tw: female reader, non - con, heavy degradation, slut-shaming, abuse/violence, mockery of depression, suicidal ideation, obsessive behavior, death threats, dark

It's 2 a.m. and you can't sleep - you keep turning and burying your head into the soft, warm pillow, but something is off. The moon is too bright, coming in from the gap between your heavy curtains. The crickets outside are too loud, playing around and singing the same old melody over and over again. The static silence of the old radio tucked under the drawers is too repetitive, too predictable. All in all, you can feel it in your bones; something is wrong. Very, very wrong.

You hear the steps next. That sinister laughter - getting louder and louder, someone screaming at the top of their lungs, the echo flooding through the thin walls of your small shared flat. Someone's fist is gripping the lock with uneccessary cruelty as if trying to knock it out of the handle. The key falls down in one sharp motion, and your heart stops completely once the door opens with a squeaky, familiar bang - it still makes you jump even after all those months.

"Aww, baby!" The man exclaims, leaning against the door. You're not sure if you are hallucinating due to the countless hours of lost sleep, or there is actually smoke coming out of his old black trenchcoat. You're not even sure if he's trully here, or if this is yet another nightmare. "You didn't bother with locks this time!" He continues, smiling with childlike glee - but you know him too well. He's never peaceful. He's never cheerful. Any indication of happiness the monster exhibits is meant to confuse and trick his prey, and you're not falling for his tricks again. You already got burnt one too many times.

"Does that mean you missed me?" He tilts his head, almost pouting at you. He's all disheveled - a total wreck. The curly, unruly hair you once loved to caress and play with now just seems shaggy and unkept, sticking out like an explosion. His eyes are dark, well, darker, bloodshot, barely recognizable from the warm pots of honey that used to make you melt against him. He's lost weight, yet weirdly enough seems to have gained some muscle. You can't help, but think that it simply looks weird, unnatural even. Adam, the one you remember, was never strong - he was never threatening, never even raised his voice at you. But that was years ago in the sweet, distant dreams of the past, and that boy had died the moment you two moved in together. That's when your hell trully began.

"Were you trying to give me easy access, baby? Hm?" He smirks, interrupting your stream of consciousness. If you were unsure of his physicallity, of his existence, it's bright clear now - because you can never mistake that taunting, humiliating curve to his voice, the one he only uses when he's mad. Really, really mad. "Knew I would be back?"

You take a deep breath, slowly nodding along - maybe if you play nice, he'd just go away. Maybe this time you won't end up in cuts and bruises, all memories, good or bad, completely wiped off your drugged out hazy brain.

"Of course you did." Your ex boyfriend humms in satisfaction, taking a single step towards you - and it makes you tremble all over, no matter how much you wish you could remain calm and collected at the face of Death himself. "Because I told you so, no?" He clenches his teeth, raising his head so his eyes would meet yours. You feel like a deer caught before a trigger guard with an unstable trigger, one second away from being shot in the heart. "I told you-" He steps closer. "That I'll be back-" Another step. "Didn't I, princess?"

You nod again, unable to produce a sound. You almost wish he brought his gun so this little torture session would end quicker. Almost.

"Aww, look at you trying so hard to please me. It's adorable, baby." The man coos, his knee sliding across the edge of your bed. Fear takes a hold of your lungs, squeezing them in until you feel like you're seeing stars - and then Adam climbs on top of you. It all happens so quickly - one moment he's far away, and then he's towering over you, his hot breath ghosting over your sweaty neck, baby hairs sticking out with shivers. You can't shake the terrifying, unescapable feeling that you've been here before. That you somehow always end up underneath him, begging for your life - for mercy he won't ever grant you.

"I wonder where all that enthusiasm was when you decided to run on me." The white part of his eyes suddenly illuminates, brows raised together - he looks deranged. "Huh?" He looks at you, expecting an answer, yet you can't think of one. Your brain is turning to mush, consumed by raw panic - but why does it matter? Whatever you say he'll find a way to use against you. "Answer me, you fucking bitch!" He hisses, voice dropping to a diabolical whisper as his fist snaps around your throat like a metal collar. This seems to break off your stupor, and you open your mouth, ready to yell at whoever is still awake.

"Don't you dare fucking scream, cunt." Adam grips your jaw with one hand, crushing your cheeks into each other. "If I hear a single word come out of that filthy little mouth of yours, I am going to slit your fucking throat." His lips twist in a big sadistic grin you would have wanted to punch had you had the strength to move your arm around. Instead you whimper, defeated. Even after everything, your stupid self preservation instinct won't let you die - so it sacrifices the only thing you have left, your dignity. "And then in the morning your little friends will find you drowning in your own blood." He lowers his face, cold dead lips tracing the rough lines of your collarbone.

"A pretty picture for sure." He bites his lower lip, imagining it for just a second. "Bu-ut I know that even a depressed, suicidal little attention whore like you wouldn't want her friends to be sad." The man adds teasingly, and you can feel the bile back up into your stomach, burning and acidic. You may actually throw up all over him if you're not careful. And then he'd kill you for sure. "I mean, you seem to care for these pesky bugs oh-so much. It'd be a pity to force them to clean up your remains-"

"N-no, that's not true. I don't care about them, I only care about you!" You lie through your teeth, hot, salty tears pricking your eyes as you deny the love you have for the only people who care about you - the ones who basically saved you from a life of abuse and suffering. But apparently nothing good lasts, not when it comes to you. "Adam, I only love y-"

He backhands you - the slap echoes through the roof. Ouch.

"Don't say-" Your ex boyfriend grunts, roughly shoving you down. You take a shallow breath, letting the sting settle in. It's going to leave a red ugly handprint all over your cheek - and yet you stupidly thought your little confession was going to make him happy. Your anchors, the straws that used to buy you time, howerer rare and far in between, are all gone now. You used them up. You've run out of time, out of trick, out of will to keep fighting.

But you know he'll never make good on his threats. He'd never actually kill you - he doesn't love you enough to rid you of this miserable obsession that ties you together. And yet you tremble every time you feel the graze of his knife against your skin - you cower whenever he raises his hand. And you break down when he holds you close, hoping, praying that this time his embrace would prove just suffocating enough for you to stop breathing all together. It never does.

"Don't say you love me. You don't love me." Adam hisses in your ear, venom dripping off each word. "And I don't even care if you love me." He turns you around, pushing your face into your pillow - muffling your cries into weak, hiccuping sobs. "You're nothing." He swallows, averting his gaze to your lower body - yanking your shorts down with little concern as to whether they'd rip or not. "You amount to nothing, you're lower than dirt. You're just a fucked up little bitch." The man keeps mouthing off, and you can't decide what hurts more - his nails digging into your hips, or the razor sharp insults. " I never want you to forget that you deserve everything I give you."

You cry out as his massive length enters you with absolutely no preparation. It hurts - you're dry and it chaffs against your walls with nothing to make it slide freely, bruising your cervix. Your muscles are trying to push the foregin object out, but it keeps pushing in and out of you in forceful uniform thrusts. Between the waves of sharp and stinging-hot pain you manage to form a coherent thought - and you're surprised. Surprised that the man is even able to stay hard when all he feels right now is anger. Not love or affection, not even lust. Just anger. Surprised your body is still going even after your mind has given up. Surprised that, even despite all your protests and agony, you are growing used to this.

"I gave you everything." Adam start off again, picking up the pace of his thrusts. "Everything - but you're too much of a selfish whore to see." He pulls your hair back so you'd face him from beneath - then he slaps you with all force. "I want to mess up that pretty little face of yours." His hand connects to your cheek once again. You know you'll wake up all puffy and blue tomorrow morning - if you even wake up. "I want you so goddamn ugly no one wants you anymore." He pulls you in by your shirt, smashing his lips against yours with a brutal force - as if he's trying to become one with you, and break your face at the same time. "I want you so ruined-" He kisses you again, teeth running into teeth - yet he's the one to bite you first. "And lonely that you have no one else to turn to."

"I want you broken." He pulls away just to stare into your empty eyes, voice now back to a whisper. "As broken as me."

[eph3merall]

★ ; fratboy!chris lets loser!reader drag him somewhere for a quick smoke session ...

dotted stars wink at you every time you glance up. there's a nice, crisp breeze that makes your eyes water a little the faster you jog towards your determined destination. chris is surprisingly keeping up, hearing him mutter a few things under his breath.

you don't pick up the words though, the rush of wind and exhilaration serving to make your brain feel a little fuzzy with excitement. you're surprised chris even agreed to this, and you're almost sure the only reason he said yes was because he was baked. but a win is a win, is it not?

your face seems to be stuck in a grin as you slow your pace down with a few deep breaths of air, chris immediately yanking his hand away from the warmth of yours. he hates the way it seems to make not just his palm heat up, but his whole body—like warmth was spreading through his veins just at a mere touch. you giggle and walk a little faster, turning to look back at chris with a goofy smile.

"c'mon!"

the hum of street lights and chirp of crickets fill the silent of the night, a blanket of darkness in the sky only illuminated here and there. once the old playground comes into view, you break out into a little jog. chris is swearing out loud, and the sound of his heavy footsteps follow yours. you haven't been to this place in years, the last time you were here you fell off the monkey bars and hit your head as a little kid.

a rush of bittersweet memories creep at the corners of your brain, clawing and sinking deep nails into your flesh, like they were trying to drag you back into your childhood. you huff out a breath, looking back to see chris stumbling towards you after stepping in gum. his hand fixes his hat, running a hand through his hair and placing the cap back on afterwards.

your lips wobble into a frown at the fond memory of your mother teaching you how to ride a bike at the nearby trails. she'd let go purposefully and surprisingly, laughing when you screech at her to hold on. she thought it would build up confidence and make you learn that not everything in the world that was thrown surprisingly at you had to be scary. but it never worked the way she intended.

your feet drag themselves into the actual playground, watching with tired eyes as the old swings creak in the wind, scoping out the aged equipment you always loved going on. at first, you were practically ecstatic with the thought of coming here again—especially with someone as special to you as chris. but now all that you seem to feel is empty inside. you think you hear a coyote or something howl nearby, or, maybe that's the wind playing tricks on you.

goosebumps rise onto your skin under the sweater you wear, running your fingers along the old structures. your shoulders sag a little, looking back to see chris eyeing around. there isn't much light around, save a few street lights and one that is slowly flickering out into death. you gesture for chris to follow you once his attention is caught on you again, nodding your own head in return to his.

you're clambering up an old, short ladder that seemed much bigger to you when you were a kid. you swore you could've counted thousands of rungs before you were at the top, your feet stepping up a few times before you were stumbling onto the old platform. you scoot back once settling into a sitting position, your back hitting a wall that used to tower over you. chris is in front of you suddenly, sitting opposite you as he huffed.

"this is so stupid. why couldn't you jus', choose to smoke back at the frat house or somethin'. lucky i dont hate you.." and his words have a strange effect on you, tugging at your chest as you hand him an unlit joint. your hands feel your pockets to find the lighter you know you brought, only to look up when the flame from chris' bic lighter clicks and lights the tip of the joint already between his lips. you catch the color of the lighter, the dark navy blue one you got him as a gift for christmas. you know better than to point out your realization.

you blink at him, only to realize his eyes are shut as he huffs from the joint. smoke billows out of his mouth and you watch it disappear in the air with a passing wind, quick to light your own and have a smoke. looking to your side, there are two slides next to eachother. one twists and turns multiple ways, the other simply going straight down. the paint on both of them have worn off a little, chipped in some places—your hand reaching out to peel some protruding little pieces of paint off.

"y'been doing okay? know i havent been seein' you lately," chris' voice is gruff as he lifts the joint away from his lips, held im between his pointer and thumb as he turns his head to avoid eye contact. brown hair peeks out from under the hate he has on, the tufts of hair looking longer than normal. chris probably hasn't found the time for a proper haircut, or shave either—the stubble on his jaw more prominent than you know he likes.

"yeah, no. s'okay, dont worry 'bout me," but secretly, you do wish chris would worry. you know he isn't that type of person, eyes glancing over to you for a split second before looking away. sometimes you wish you dont catch the little glances you know he makes, because it always leaves a heavy feeling in your heart. your friends have been ditching you more lately, and chris hasnt been seeing you as much. so, its been... lonely.

you watch the guy opposite you nod his head, elbow propped on the one knee he has raised as his head tilts to exhale out clouds of smoke. you arent sure if youre more surprised over the fact chris agreed to come out tonight, or the way he isnt even acting annoyed. because you know for certain that things like this would spark irritation in him.

and for awhile, there isn't much you two say to eachother. your eyes dont leave chris' face as you feel the smoke calm you down, relax your body and leave you feeling less tense than usual. you huddle in on yourself the longer you two sit out, not realizing how cold it was supposed to be tonight. chris watches you, silent, seemingly exhausted. the eyebags under his eyes are darker than normal, his chest rising and falling in gentle breaths.

"kid, y'know i dont have anythin' against you right? like. i jus' need you to know that, that i dont hate you or some bullshit like that. you know that, right?" chris' words are a surprise, especially the way he seems so urgent as he says it—each word causing his voice to speed up. you meet his eyes, slightly widened and his brows furrowed as if its hard for him to even imagine talking like this right now.

you nod a few times, a frown settling onto your face at the way chris suddenly starts shifting around. his hand removes the cap on his head to place it beside him, long fingers carding through tufts of brown hair and watching as it falls in front of his face. chris' lips wrap around the joint again, and you tear your eyes away before you do something stupid, and before he can catch you staring.

the next morning is a disaster. you woke up late and are hurriedly stuffing books into your bag, rushing off to class. you want to stop by the frat house, go say hi to chris and see if the topic of last night comes up. with how fast you're moving, you end up bumping into a girl who you hear groan and call you a bitch. she's flipping her long black hair over her shoulder and walking off with her friends, overhearing yours and chris' name said under their breaths—followed by giggles and laughs.

you should be focusing on getting to class without being late, but you cant stop your hands from grabbing your phone out and typing into your notes of the list of sweet-ish moments you've had with chris. because whenever they happen, they're rare and typically dont last long—and the log you keep has a brief description of what happened during that moment just to kinda have.

you immediately file last night as number one, being your new favorite. its rare to see chris not act like his usual bitchy self, and its even more rare to have seen him as quiet as last night. you know he's probably forgotten about it, or will forget about it, just like he's done so with every other time.

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trashy, boring ending im sorry

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[swrkn]

hellooo dear, can you do relationship hcs with hyuk? pretty please thank you 💗

𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍

Hyuk x g/n reader

Genre ; sfw , fluff

Author note ; hii , of course i can ! Don’t hesitate to ask me more characters to do headcanons for ! Those are my personal headcanons so please don’t be mean if you don’t share my opinions ! My request are open

⇨ Quiet Moments

As we all know, Hyuk cherishes quiet, intimate moments. Sitting in comfortable silence, stargazing after a long ride, or simply leaning on each other while watching a movie are his favorite ways to unwind with you.

After a long day of riding, you both find a secluded spot in the park. The sun is setting, casting a warm glow over the horizon. You lie down on the grass, staring up at the stars as they begin to appear. Hyuk lies beside you, one arm behind his head, the other resting near yours. Neither of you speaks; the silence is comfortable, filled only with the distant sounds of crickets and the soft rustle of leaves. After a while, Hyuk shifts slightly and gently takes your hand, intertwining your fingers. "This is nice," he murmurs softly, his voice barely above a whisper. You smile, squeezing his hand in agreement.

⇨ Acts of Service

Hyuk shows his affection through actions rather than words. He'll quietly fix your bike, bring you snacks during study sessions, or make sure you're hydrated during rides.

One evening, you're struggling to get your bike in top shape before an important ride. You mention in passing that the brakes feel a bit loose and the gears are sticking, but you don't have time to fix it yourself. The next morning, you find your bike perfectly tuned up, running smoother than ever.Later, when you ask Hyuk about it, he shrugs, not making a big deal out of it. "I had some time, so I worked on it," he says simply, but there's a slight blush creeping up his neck. You grin and thank him, realizing this is just one of the ways he shows he cares.

⇨ Post-Race Care

As his partner, after intense rides, you're the one helping him recover— offering water, snacks, and a comforting presence.

After a particularly grueling race, Hyuk slumps onto a bench, breathing heavily. You're right there, handing him water and a towel. "You were incredible out there," you say, wiping some sweat off his forehead.He chuckles weakly. "I feel like I got run over by a truck."You laugh and sit beside him, leaning your head on his shoulder. "Well, you earned some serious rest." He hums in agreement, leaning into you slightly, appreciating your care.

⇨ Physical Affection

He was shy at first, but now that he becomes more physically affectionate. Expect warm hugs after races and casual hand-holding when walking around. At first, Hyuk isn't big on public displays of affection, but over time, he grows more comfortable.

One chilly afternoon, as you both walk through the city, he notices you shivering. Without a word, he slips off his jacket and drapes it over your shoulders. Then, in a rare moment of boldness, he takes your hand and tucks it into his jacket pocket alongside his own. You glance at him in surprise, and he just murmurs, "Your hands are cold." He keeps walking, but his grip on your hand stays firm and warm.

⇨ Subtle but Sweet

He's not the type for grand romantic gestures, but he'll surprise you with little things, like leaving a note in your bag or randomly showing up with your favorite drink.

One day, after a particularly stressful week, you open your bag to find a small, folded note. It simply reads: “You've been doing great. Don't forget to take care of yourself”. It's signed with Hyuk's initials, and you can't help but smile. Later, when you mention it, Hyuk tries to brush it off. "It's not a big deal," he says, but you can tell from the way he avoids your eyes and the slight upward twitch of his lips that he's glad you liked it.

⇨ Your Biggest Fan

Even if Hyuk downplays his tricks, it's clear he loves seeing you excited. He secretly lives for the moments when your eyes light up, and you cheer him on. Every time he nails a new trick, the first person he wants to show is you. Your encouragement fuels his confidence, and he's always thinking about how to outdo himself next time.

You're watching Hyuk practice when he suddenly says, "I've been working on something new." Intrigued, you nod. "Show me." He takes off down a slope, building speed before hitting a ramp. With perfect timing, he launches into a 360 spin, landing flawlessly. You jump up, clapping. "That was insane! You've gotten so good!" He rides back, trying to hide his grin. "It's not a big deal," he says casually, but the proud glint in his eyes shows he's soaking up your praise.

✵

[beefslipper]

Halloween Headcanons (Months early lol)

My last post was such a flop I heard the crickets chirping before I even got on tumblr omg

Since nobody is giving me ideas, I'm just gonna do short n sweet headcanons on one (at least) character from each of the fandoms I'm in... Or at least the ones I can remember. Idk why but I can't wait until spooky month so we're doing Halloween-themed HCs!!!!!! I frickin' love the holidays :D

I won't be using images in my post this time just because I'm like half asleep and I need to yap. (I have no energy and I must yap /ref)

First up, Jason Todd! (Batman)

I think he'd avoid dressing up for trick or treating because his fave is Wonder Woman... Bro's not about to traumatize every child that sees him. However, if he is craving candy hard enough, he'd go in a lazier or goofy costume. You know those unicorn onesies? That's for if he isn't in the mood for ghits and shiggles. An inflatable dinosaur costume is his go-to if he's in a better mood.

I bet he'd have everything planned, too. He knows where all the rich people are and which ones give out the full-sized candy bars or any cool light up toys that make little kids jealous because they have no idea where to find them at.

If he were to go trick or treating with anyone, I think it'd probably be the Batfam as a whole (They don't trust him with not stealing some kid's candy bucket).

Next, Touya Todoroki! (MHA)

This is an AU one where he isn't dying because I don't want him to die (Insert sob emoji).

Since Enji himself is in a wheelchair, he isn't able to push Touya around. He was absolutely devastated by that and begged Natsuo and Fuyumi to take their older brother out to trick or treat since Shoto was with his friends.

Touya would either do a costume to heal his inner child or a lazier one that's comfortable and doesn't irritate his skin. Either way, he's demanding that they go to every house around no matter how long it takes. Any time he gets candy he doesn't like, he asks Natsuo to trade with him LOL

At the end of the night, Enji has to lock away the candy so Touya doesn't scarf it all down and get a stomach ache. He does anyway since it was 'hidden' in the same spot it had always been.

Onto Arlan! (HSR)

My boy doesn't get enough love <3

I think his excitement after hearing about Halloween's existence would be enough to convince the spaceship to set up little stalls for him, Asta, MC, and Peppy to run around to collect candy. He and Asta would probably have matching costumes like ketchup and mustard bottles or pb and j or something cute like that. Or it'd be a three-way deal since Asta would dress Peppy up in some cute little costume.

Arlan would definitely sit on the floor with Asta and MC and trade candies so they each get what they wanted. Asta would have some dog treats for Peppy so they weren't left out :)

At the night's end, Arlan would probably be caught falling asleep, still in costume with a half-eaten candy bar in hand.

Now, Bennett! (Genshin Impact)

He, Razor, Chongyun, and XIngqiu would get together and go out trick or treating. He tried to convince Fischl to go with, but she refused, claiming it was far too childish for someone of her status. That meant "Please bring me back some sweets".

He had a bag specifically for Fischl :)

As the night went on, the boys managed to have good luck. Bennett had never been happier since he was internally horrified of ruining the others' night by only getting raisins, toothbrushes, and apples or having someone's bag rip.

All went well and everyone got a pretty good amount of candy. Even Fischl.

Yap session is done! I kinda wanted to do DMCB stuff or Steven Universe stuff, but my creativity juice ran out. I hope y'all liked this one :D I'll probably do another one when it's actually October. (evaporates I FORGOT JJK oh well)

Have a great day, evening, and/or night everyone :DDDD

[sergeifyodorov]

Bitter Brit again:

This post gives some indication of what it’s like to experience cricket. And yes it is better listened to on the radio than watched on tv. In person with a TMS earpiece is best.

https://www.tumblr.com/elodieunderglass/178921341318/my-boyfriend-is-trying-to-explain-cricket-to-me

An area of the outfield is called cows corner. The Test Match Special commentators think umpires should be given electric shocks for walking too slowly. Foakes could be out, bowled by Stokes caught by Woakes. In 2022 you could field an England team with half having a name stating with J - Joe, Jos, Jofra, Jonny, Jimmy, Jamie. Salt and Pepper played against each other. Games will stop for bad light. Test match evening sessions can be extended but morning sessions never start earlier than 10am. There are breaks for lunch and tea. Listeners send in cakes for the commentary team. There are three main formats T20 (3 hours, no tv advert breaks), ODI (all day, but only one day), Test (all day, five days, usually over in four). Bowlers can score hat tricks, batters can be out for a golden duck. Both batting and bowling are offence and defence. It’s a bizarre game.

Also Bradman played during an era of 8 ball overs. Today’s game has 6 ball overs. Like Gretzky, not comparable to the modern era.

I understand most of those words separately but not when you string them together like that. I'm obsessed with this. All sports should be either "fastest to run this distance wins" or this needlessly complicated and full of strange traditions. Love it

(also saw your third anon and :handshake: draw it is)

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[ad_1] Cheteshwar Pujara at RevSportz TrailBlazers Conclave. Cheteshwar Pujara lit up the stage at the RevSportz Trailblazers 3.0 event, on March 6, engaging in an interactive session with Editor-in-Chief, Boria Majumdar. During the conversation, he spoke about the leadership qualities of MS Dhoni, Virat Kohli and Rohit Sharma. He also shared his thoughts on India’s chances during the upcoming England tour, his preparations, his desire to make a comeback, and much more. Pujara also firmly believed that if he had been a part of the squad for the Test series in Australia, India could have secured a hat-trick of series wins. “Yes, I was very confident. If I was there, then we wanted to make a hat-trick. So I wouldn’t deny that.” Reflecting on the recent series, he felt India started well but was unfortunate that things did not go their way after the first Test. “The first Test match was really a good one. And probably a little unfortunate that after that, things didn’t go our way.” Pujara’s ability to bat for long hours against Australia is rooted in his experiences since his debut in 2010. He credited his meticulous preparation for his success, which included rigorous training on turning tracks at home and facing short-pitched deliveries on cement pitches before heading to Australia. “Before going to Australia, I used to ensure that I played with a cork ball on a cement pitch, where the bowlers used to bowl from 16 to 18 yards.” He specifically mentioned how a friend, Kuldeep Sharma, helped him prepare for Mitchell Starc’s left-arm pace. With India set to tour England for a crucial Test series, Pujara made it clear that he is ready if called upon for a comeback. “Yes, of course. As a cricketer, you always want to play for the Indian team. And I am doing whatever I can to achieve that success. If the team needs me, I’m definitely ready.” He remains fully committed to the game, training hard, and performing consistently in domestic and county cricket. “I’ve been playing domestic cricket. I’ve been playing county cricket for the last couple of years. I’ve been scoring heavily in the domestic circuit. So if given an opportunity, yes, I’ll be more than ready to grab it with both hands.” Assessing India’s chances in England, Pujara was optimistic. “This Indian team definitely has a very good chance. Even if you look at the England bowling lineup, they are slightly weaker after Anderson has retired, and Stuart Broad is not there anymore in the playing XI.” Discussing Virat Kohli’s role, Pujara had no doubts about his impact on the team. “Definitely, he can. Look at the kind of experience he has, the number of runs he has scored in all three formats.” He acknowledged that every player goes through lean patches but argued that Kohli had earned the right to fail. Despite playing a key role in India’s historic series wins in Australia in 2018 and 2021, Pujara remains unfazed by young cricketers earning massive sums in the IPL. “Not at all. Look, when I started playing cricket, there was no money. I never started playing this game for money,” he stated. For More Stories from TrailBlazers Conclave Click Here He made it clear that he is grateful for having represented India in over 100 Test matches. He stressed that cricket, for him, is purely about passion and love for the sport. He harbours no jealousy towards players earning high IPL contracts, stating that they deserve it due to their hard work. “Times change, and players get paid more. And that is how it should be because we are living in an era where the T20 format is more popular,” he acknowledged. However, he urged young cricketers to prioritise playing for the country before focusing on franchise cricket. Having played under multiple captains, Pujara shared insights on what makes each of them unique. Speaking about MS Dhoni, under whom he debuted, Pujara admired his calm demeanour and ability to handle pressure. “The quality he possesses is to stay calm under pressure. And he never panics,” Pujara said.

He recalled how Dhoni focused on finding fast bowlers who could consistently bowl over 140 km/h, laying the foundation for India’s future overseas success. Dhoni’s leadership was always about the team, paying close attention to players and support staff, and never making it about himself. Discussing Virat Kohli’s captaincy, Pujara praised his aggressive approach and determination to win overseas series. “He has been an aggressive captain. He wanted to win series overseas. That is how he started his captaincy,” Pujara recalled. He noted how Kohli, after losing his first series as captain in Australia in 2015, set the goal of winning away from home. Kohli’s focus on fitness and leadership resulted in historic Test series wins in Australia, along with strong performances in England and South Africa. Pujara also spoke highly of Rohit Sharma’s leadership, describing him as straightforward and team-oriented. “He stays calm. He does not filter. When he is talking to the players, he will say whatever is in his heart,” he observed. He also admired Rohit’s fearless batting in ODIs, especially in the first 10 overs, where he prioritises quick starts over personal milestones. According to Pujara, Rohit’s selflessness is one of his biggest strengths. “For him, it is about putting the team first. And that is the biggest quality Rohit has,” he said. Reflecting on his career, Pujara named India’s Test series wins in Australia in 2018 and 2021 as his greatest moments. Also Read: “Neither success nor failure can shake me” – Manu Bhaker on her experiences The post If the Indian team needs me, I am definitely ready: Cheteshwar Pujara appeared first on Sports News Portal | Latest Sports Articles | Revsports. [ad_2] Source link

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[ad_1] Cheteshwar Pujara at RevSportz TrailBlazers Conclave. Cheteshwar Pujara lit up the stage at the RevSportz Trailblazers 3.0 event, on March 6, engaging in an interactive session with Editor-in-Chief, Boria Majumdar. During the conversation, he spoke about the leadership qualities of MS Dhoni, Virat Kohli and Rohit Sharma. He also shared his thoughts on India’s chances during the upcoming England tour, his preparations, his desire to make a comeback, and much more. Pujara also firmly believed that if he had been a part of the squad for the Test series in Australia, India could have secured a hat-trick of series wins. “Yes, I was very confident. If I was there, then we wanted to make a hat-trick. So I wouldn’t deny that.” Reflecting on the recent series, he felt India started well but was unfortunate that things did not go their way after the first Test. “The first Test match was really a good one. And probably a little unfortunate that after that, things didn’t go our way.” Pujara’s ability to bat for long hours against Australia is rooted in his experiences since his debut in 2010. He credited his meticulous preparation for his success, which included rigorous training on turning tracks at home and facing short-pitched deliveries on cement pitches before heading to Australia. “Before going to Australia, I used to ensure that I played with a cork ball on a cement pitch, where the bowlers used to bowl from 16 to 18 yards.” He specifically mentioned how a friend, Kuldeep Sharma, helped him prepare for Mitchell Starc’s left-arm pace. With India set to tour England for a crucial Test series, Pujara made it clear that he is ready if called upon for a comeback. “Yes, of course. As a cricketer, you always want to play for the Indian team. And I am doing whatever I can to achieve that success. If the team needs me, I’m definitely ready.” He remains fully committed to the game, training hard, and performing consistently in domestic and county cricket. “I’ve been playing domestic cricket. I’ve been playing county cricket for the last couple of years. I’ve been scoring heavily in the domestic circuit. So if given an opportunity, yes, I’ll be more than ready to grab it with both hands.” Assessing India’s chances in England, Pujara was optimistic. “This Indian team definitely has a very good chance. Even if you look at the England bowling lineup, they are slightly weaker after Anderson has retired, and Stuart Broad is not there anymore in the playing XI.” Discussing Virat Kohli’s role, Pujara had no doubts about his impact on the team. “Definitely, he can. Look at the kind of experience he has, the number of runs he has scored in all three formats.” He acknowledged that every player goes through lean patches but argued that Kohli had earned the right to fail. Despite playing a key role in India’s historic series wins in Australia in 2018 and 2021, Pujara remains unfazed by young cricketers earning massive sums in the IPL. “Not at all. Look, when I started playing cricket, there was no money. I never started playing this game for money,” he stated. For More Stories from TrailBlazers Conclave Click Here He made it clear that he is grateful for having represented India in over 100 Test matches. He stressed that cricket, for him, is purely about passion and love for the sport. He harbours no jealousy towards players earning high IPL contracts, stating that they deserve it due to their hard work. “Times change, and players get paid more. And that is how it should be because we are living in an era where the T20 format is more popular,” he acknowledged. However, he urged young cricketers to prioritise playing for the country before focusing on franchise cricket. Having played under multiple captains, Pujara shared insights on what makes each of them unique. Speaking about MS Dhoni, under whom he debuted, Pujara admired his calm demeanour and ability to handle pressure. “The quality he possesses is to stay calm under pressure. And he never panics,” Pujara said.

He recalled how Dhoni focused on finding fast bowlers who could consistently bowl over 140 km/h, laying the foundation for India’s future overseas success. Dhoni’s leadership was always about the team, paying close attention to players and support staff, and never making it about himself. Discussing Virat Kohli’s captaincy, Pujara praised his aggressive approach and determination to win overseas series. “He has been an aggressive captain. He wanted to win series overseas. That is how he started his captaincy,” Pujara recalled. He noted how Kohli, after losing his first series as captain in Australia in 2015, set the goal of winning away from home. Kohli’s focus on fitness and leadership resulted in historic Test series wins in Australia, along with strong performances in England and South Africa. Pujara also spoke highly of Rohit Sharma’s leadership, describing him as straightforward and team-oriented. “He stays calm. He does not filter. When he is talking to the players, he will say whatever is in his heart,” he observed. He also admired Rohit’s fearless batting in ODIs, especially in the first 10 overs, where he prioritises quick starts over personal milestones. According to Pujara, Rohit’s selflessness is one of his biggest strengths. “For him, it is about putting the team first. And that is the biggest quality Rohit has,” he said. Reflecting on his career, Pujara named India’s Test series wins in Australia in 2018 and 2021 as his greatest moments. Also Read: “Neither success nor failure can shake me” – Manu Bhaker on her experiences The post If the Indian team needs me, I am definitely ready: Cheteshwar Pujara appeared first on Sports News Portal | Latest Sports Articles | Revsports. [ad_2] Source link

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Maximize Your Game: Tips and Tricks for Using Reddy Anna's Cricket ID in 2024

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Introduction to Reddy Anna's Cricket ID platform

Are you ready to elevate your cricket game in 2024? Welcome to the world of Reddy Anna's Cricket ID, where players and coaches unite for unparalleled growth and development. This innovative platform is revolutionizing how cricketers connect, learn, and improve their skills. Whether you're an aspiring all-rounder or a seasoned coach looking to mentor the next generation,  Reddy Anna offers tools that can take your performance from good to great. Dive into this blog post as we explore tips and tricks for maximizing your experience on Reddy Book’s Cricket ID—let’s get started!

Benefits of using Reddy Anna Book Cricket ID for players and coaches

Reddy Anna Book Cricket ID offers a transformative experience for both players and coaches. For athletes, it’s a gateway to personal growth. The platform provides tailored training modules that cater to individual skill levels and learning styles. Coaches benefit significantly too. They can track player progress with detailed analytics, making it easier to design effective strategies. This data-driven approach allows for more targeted coaching sessions. Networking is another key advantage. Players connect with mentors and fellow enthusiasts through the platform, fostering community support and knowledge sharing. Moreover, the accessibility of resources on Reddy Anna Book s Cricket ID means that practice doesn’t stop at the ground. Whether it's fitness tips or technique videos, everything is just a click away. This dual empowerment helps elevate cricket standards across all levels of play while building confidence among participants in their journey toward excellence.

Step-by-step guide on creating a profile on the platform

Creating a profile on Reddy Anna's Cricket ID platform is straightforward. Start by visiting the official website or downloading the app. Once you're there, locate the "Sign Up" button prominently displayed on the homepage. Click it to initiate your registration process. Next, fill in your personal details such as name, age, and location. Make sure these are accurate; they help tailor your experience. Choose a strong password for security purposes. Remember to use a mix of letters, numbers, and symbols for added protection. After that, upload a clear profile picture showcasing your passion for cricket. This adds a personal touch to your online presence. Review all entered information before hitting “Submit.” A confirmation email will arrive shortly after—verify it to activate your account fully. You're now ready to explore!

Utilizing advanced features such as video analysis and performance tracking

Reddy Anna's Cricket ID offers advanced features like video analysis and performance tracking that can revolutionize your training. These tools allow players to break down their game with precision. With video analysis, you can record your practice sessions or matches. This helps in identifying strengths and weaknesses. Watching yourself play provides valuable insights that traditional feedback often misses. Performance tracking is equally powerful. It gives coaches and players a comprehensive view of progress over time. Metrics such as batting average, bowling speed, and fielding efficiency become easily accessible. By combining these features, Reddy Anna transforms how athletes approach their development. You’ll find it easier to set realistic goals based on data rather than guesses. Using these tools not only enhances skill but also boosts confidence on the pitch. Embrace technology for a smarter way to train!

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Players and coaches using Reddy Anna's Cricket ID platform have seen remarkable transformations in their game. Take the story of Aakash, a budding cricketer who struggled with his batting technique. After enrolling in Reddy Book, he accessed tailored video analysis that highlighted key areas for improvement. Within weeks, his scores soared. Coaches also share inspiring experiences. Arjun, a local cricket coach, integrated Reddy Anna's tools into his training sessions. The performance tracking features allowed him to monitor players’ progress meticulously and adjust strategies accordingly. Even seasoned professionals are finding value here. Anjali, an experienced player went from being overlooked by selectors to securing her spot on the state team after leveraging insights from her comprehensive profile on  Reddy Book These narratives reflect the platform’s power—it's not just about statistics; it's about real growth and opportunity in cricket careers.

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To get the most out of Reddy Anna's Cricket ID, start by fully completing your profile. A detailed bio and clear images can make a huge difference. Engage with the community. Commenting on other players’ profiles or sharing insights can lead to valuable connections. Networking is key in sports. Take advantage of video analysis tools. Record your practice sessions and analyze them later. This will help you identify areas for improvement more efficiently. Set realistic goals within the platform’s performance tracking feature. Regularly adjust these as you progress to keep yourself motivated. Don’t forget about feedback! Utilize insights from coaches or peers on your uploaded videos to refine your techniques further. Stay updated with new features rolled out by Reddy Anna Book Cricket ID – they're designed to enhance user experience continuously. Exploring these updates can provide fresh opportunities for growth.

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The future of Reddy Anna's Cricket ID seems bright and full of potential. As technology evolves, so does the platform’s capability to enhance player development. With advancements in artificial intelligence and data analytics, we can expect more personalized training regimens tailored to individual players’ needs. Imagine a cricket coach receiving real-time feedback on a player's performance during practice sessions. Moreover, increased integration with social media platforms will allow players to showcase their skills globally. This could lead to greater exposure for budding talents seeking opportunities in higher leagues. As Reddy Anna continues its mission to revolutionize cricket training, it may also foster community engagement among coaches and players through interactive features. The impact on grassroots cricket could be significant as aspiring cricketers gain access to resources previously unavailable at their level. This evolution promises an exciting journey for all involved in the game.

Conclusion

Reddy Anna's Cricket ID platform is revolutionizing the way players and coaches approach the game. By harnessing the power of technology, it offers a unique space for players to develop their skills while also allowing coaches to track progress effectively.

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Alfie and Billy enjoyed guest coach Sam Heazlett at training on Sunday. Organised by Bangalow Cricket club and Perform Cricket they had a big session full of tips and tricks.

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Building a Loyal Subscriber Base on YouTube

Building a Loyal Subscriber Base on YouTube

Alright, let’s cut to the chase. You’re here because you want to build a loyal subscriber base on YouTube. You're sick of posting videos and getting nothing but crickets. So, let’s get real and figure out how you can change that, fast.

Why Aren’t People Subscribing?

First off, you might be wondering: “Why aren't people subscribing to my channel?” Here’s the thing:

Consistency: Are you posting regularly?

Content Quality: Is your content engaging and valuable?

Engagement: Are you interacting with your audience?

These are the basics. Without them, you’re not going to build a loyal subscriber base. Let’s break it down.

Step 1: Consistency is Key

Consistency is what separates the amateurs from the pros. People need to know when to expect your content.

Set a Schedule: Pick specific days and times to post. Stick to it.

Batch Filming: Record multiple videos in one go. It saves time and ensures you always have content ready.

Plan Ahead: Use a content calendar. Know what you’re posting weeks in advance.

Step 2: Create High-Quality Content

Quality over quantity. If your content sucks, no one’s subscribing. Here’s how to keep it top-notch:

Niche Down: Focus on a specific topic or niche. Become the go-to expert.

Value-Driven: Always provide value. Teach something, entertain, or solve a problem.

High Production: Invest in good lighting, sound, and editing. Make your videos look professional.

Step 3: Engage with Your Audience

Engagement isn’t just a nice-to-have; it’s crucial.

Respond to Comments: Show your audience you care by replying to their comments.

Ask for Feedback: Encourage viewers to leave comments and suggestions.

Live Q&A: Host live sessions to interact directly with your subscribers.

Step 4: Promote Your Channel

Just creating content isn’t enough. You’ve got to promote it.

Social Media: Share your videos on all your social platforms.

Collaborations: Partner with other YouTubers. Tap into their audience.

SEO: Use keywords, tags, and descriptions to make your videos discoverable.

Step 5: Use the Right Tools

You can’t do it all on your own. Here are some tools to help you grow:

TubeBuddy: For keyword research and optimization.

VidIQ: To track your analytics and understand what works.

Canva: For creating eye-catching thumbnails.

FAQs

Q: How often should I post on YouTube?

A: Aim for at least once a week. Consistency is more important than frequency.

Q: What type of content works best on YouTube?

A: Content that provides value, whether it’s educational, entertaining, or solves a problem.

Q: How do I get more views on my videos?

A: Promote your videos on social media, use SEO, and collaborate with other YouTubers.

Q: What if I don’t have a good camera?

A: Start with what you have. Focus on good lighting and clear audio. Upgrade your equipment as you grow.

Keep It Real, Keep It Fresh

Building a loyal subscriber base on YouTube isn’t rocket science, but it does take effort. Be consistent, create quality content, engage with your audience, promote your channel, and use the right tools.

Want more tips and tricks? Check out MediaGeneous.com, an excellent resource for social media services. Other great sites include Social Blade, Hootsuite, and Sprout Social.

Get out there and start building your subscriber base. Keep it real, keep it fresh, and your audience will follow.

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Ravi Shastri Underlines Fault in the Strategy of Rohit Sharma-led India’s vs. South Africa

When bad light forced early stumps on Day 2 of the 1st Test, South Africa had already taken an 11-run lead with five wickets remaining courtesy of Den Elgar’s classy unbeaten 140.

On Wednesday, the Rohit Sharma-led Indian cricket team endured a tough second day in the first Test against South Africa in Centurion. When bad light forced early stumps, South Africa had already taken an 11-run lead with five wickets remaining courtesy of Den Elgar’s classy unbeaten 140. Before that, KL Rahul’s 101 had taken India to 245, which many experts felt was a decent enough total. The start of India’s bowling was not bad either, as Mohammed Siraj dismissed Aiden Markram cheaply.

But after that, Dean Elgar and Tony de Zorzi stitched together a great stand as South Africa went to lunch at 49/1. After lunch, Prasidh Krishna and Shardul Thakur were given the charge. The two bowled eight overs between them before Jasprit Bumrah was brought on. By then, the score had reached 91/1, with Elgar completing his half-century too.

Former head coach of India, Ravi Shastri, did not like the idea of using Prasidh Krishna and Shardul Thakur right after lunch.

Ravi Shatri, former Indian cricket team coach, said during commentary that, “On any pecking order, these two (Shardul and Prasidh) would have been the last to start the proceedings after lunch.”

He also added, “That’s something that we’ve had a discussion about multiple times when I was the coach. And more often than not, we decided to go with the best two bowlers at the start of the session. If you cast your mind back, India would feel they had missed a massive trick in the first half hour of play. Two bowlers they started with, that tactically was a big mistake.”

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Michael Musical draft

“Alright folks! Give it up for the king of all things bluuueee!”

In the Halo of Humility, a Christian rock concert was taking place that rivaled Gabriel’s entertainment venues. It was at New Jerusalem Stadium in Holy City. Despite Gabriel having fame for communication technology, theme parks and generosity, no one could beat the oldest archangel brother remaining in heaven, who loved to show off his muscular physique and heroic charm. Fans were dressed in blue clothing, blue hats and carried merchandise with gold “M”s on them. Several kids carried harmless toy swords that lit up with blue lights that appeared like flames. Every kind of angel was there: saints, cherubs, elves, seraphim, thrones, and even some Exorcists. More Exorcists posed and stood guard with angelic spears around the stadium like honored veterans.

“Heaven’s number one Archangel, God’s right-hand man himself! Protector of all and slayer of darkness!”

There were more cheers from the crowd.

“The Virtue you all love most…Archangel Michael, ruler of Humility…and humanity!”

In a flash of light, Archangel Michael leaped forward and posed on the stage, wearing his signature blue armor, gold shoulder protective armor, gold boots, a gold helmet with red feathers in it and a sheathed sword. Fans swooned over his sleek short blond hair and charming white face that looked very similar to Lucifer. Michael was often called “the obedient counterpart of Lucifer,” by many. In his hands was a red and gold gem-studded electric guitar, with the top part glowing with harmless blue flames. More blue flames ejected from the stage, in the front and off to the sides. His halo was gold and blue and his six wings were sparkly white. His eyes would sometimes shift from blue to gold.

“Hallelujah, Heaven!” he called out, the crowd roaring in response.  Michael’s blue sigil glowed on the red curtains behind him. “Praise the Lord, Jehovah, Yahweh, and all that jazz! Can I get an amen?!”

“Amen, amen!” answered the audience.

“How are all you adherents doing tonight?!”

More cheers and “We love you, Michael!” from the crowd.

“I hope you’re ready for a spectacular show that you’ll remember for the rest of your afterlives!”

“Michael! Michael! Michael!” chanted the crowd.

“Right, I got lots of amazing things planned for you here tonight. But first, how many of you righteous devotees want to be strong heavenly defenders like me someday?”

A chorus of “Yes! Yes!” and “Me, me’s!”

“Well, I’m happy to announce that I will be starting a new training session where all kinds of angels will have the opportunity to show off their skills. Fighting, healing, properly judging sinners, and perhaps some performing! So many amazing events in one…like a triathalon but better!”

More applause from the fans and a triumphant lifitng of spears from the Exorcist guards.

“And just to let you know, even though I’m personally not a fan of the brutal torture methods of general Adam, the session will still be good for those who want some extra self-defense lessons and to see what being a heavenly warrior is all about. It’s about protecting our wonderful realm and showing true justice to mortals and immortals alike. No killing and torture is allowed, of course. The winner will get a chance to train with me for a day and a free protection blessing for their family! (In Heaven and on Earth of course, because due to the current structure of Heaven, there’s not much we can do about saving sinners in Hell yet.)”

A brief silence with cricket chirping.

“But anyway, there’s always room for more esteemed eliminators of evil! The reward is worth the risk. Now, let’s start the show!”

Angels waved their arms and flapped their wings in excitement as more fireworks lit up the dim sky with teal and white sparks.

Michael played his guitar and flew into the air, doing ariel flips and tricks.

(Michael’s song)

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“Dad, enough is enough,” Docile sighed as he sat at a dining room table across from his father, Yeshua Cantus. “I don’t understand why you had to come over and vist me.”

“Docile, this is a chance of a lifetime!” Cantus mentioned. The elf had Docile’s same dark teal face, pointed ears, white birthmark and bald head. He wore a golden suit with a teal bowtie and a matching gold top hat. “You can finally do something worthwhile for the community instead of hunting around for mortal strangers. And I’m visiting for brief missionary work. I heard the news and you were close by…”

“E.L.F. saves lives and makes a difference,” Docule protested. “And I got fired from my last Exorcist job, remember? I refuse to kill any innocent sinners ever again.”

“Sinners are never innocent,” Cantus countered. “They chose their fate the moment they decided to turn their backs on God. There is no use in reasoning with them or saving them.”

“That’s why me and my crew go to Earth to try and stop them from making those decisions in the first place.”

“Interfering on Earth too much will get you in trouble,” Cantus said, blue eyes narrowing.

Docile chuckled dryly. “I’m surprised they haven’t caught me yet. I’ve been down there several times and I’m still here in one piece.”

“If you were really smart, you’d want to work for the very best,” he said.

“But elves are considered the worst in terms of status,” Docile remarked. “I’m surprised they are even allowing elves to compete against saints and the more powerful heaven-borns. Have you forgotten that only saints are immortal?”

“So are angels and God.”

“But not us elves! I don’t think I should even try to win that contest!”

Cantus grew tense. “For the sake of what remains of this family, you’d better change up your attitude and go like your legacy depends on it.”

“No one cares! It’s just a show!”

“A show that will have the winner get the attention of Michael himself and the Exorcists. You’ll get your position back.”

“Why should I? All you ever do is teach choir lessons.”

“Because I want you to be able to stay safe from the darkness. I’m old and you’re young.”

“Like age is an excuse in paradise. I know Mom is gone, but I can take care of myself.”

Cantus pulled Docile back down when he tried to leave the table.

“Prove it, then. Prove that you can take on any attack, any threat, any opposition against your race. Show the officals that you will do what it takes to make sure no one has to be banished from this place again.”

“You know, my co-worker Tirred refused to judge sinners and his mother almost threw him into Hell.”

“What?!” Cantus seethed. “Only the Exorcists and God have the authority…”

Docile interrupted. “Also, haven’t you talked to Soother? He can lull denizens to sleep.”

“Which would be cheating. And you are my son, so respect to you brings respect to me.”

“What if I say no to this contest?”

“…I’ll provide more funding for C.H.E.R.U.B.”

A silence.

Docile sighed and relented. “Fine.”

“I expect you to put in effort,” said Cantus. “It’s only for a day. Wouldn’t want your mortal buisness in jepardy in favor of the offical Exorcist organization if you lose, do you? I’ll just talk to Kiva and Camael; they’d love to make it happen.”

Docile bared his teeth, sweat on his forehead. “Camael sends Good News cherubs to Earth all the time. Why is my organization bad in their eyes?”

“Not approved by the Archangels.”

“It counters I.M.P.”

“Who are still out there, running rampant. Your ideals of saving sinners as well…”

“You’re just jealous that I founded my own business and you’re mad because it goes beyond the ‘all sinners are evil’ mentality of Adam and friends.”

“We can’t trust denizens who are not Exorcists nor those not under the guidance of Archangels to go down to Earth…”

“E.L.F. does fine on it’s own, thnak you very much,” Docile folded his arms. “You and Heaven worried we’ll start a rebellion? Hell’s already doing that. I want to stop it as much as you do. But allowing all demons to be killed is not the answer.”

“Exorcists will always be here for reasons not all of us may like. Only God can truly comprehend the matter.”

“More excuses!” Docile scoffed. “You know, Tirred’s family doesn’t sound as bad as you. I don’t want to kill or judge people...and I don’t appreciate having a father spying on me. Just imagine if Hell’s denizens came to Heaven to kill the saints and we were seen as demons! If I could continue my buisness and go to Hell to find Mom…”

Cantus stared hard into his son’s eyes, gripping his shirt. “You will do no such thing!  I misss her, too, but you and Holly Wata are all I have. Stay in Heaven where you belong. Do something worthwhile…Holly already has a good rep with Camael and does important work on Earth. I may be sort of rich, but I cannot afford to lose you.”

“Nice joke,” deadpanned Docile. “You’re just doing this for more praise. Using me after not talking to me for years. You must have brainwashed Holly to think that trying to convert humans is a good idea.”

“If it means they will get into Heaven, then yes.”

“Imposing on their freedom and judging them even before their death!” Docile cried. “We’re just as bad as humans if not worse!”

“To compare our kind with humans and sinners is blasphemy right there!” Cantus reprimanded. “I was hoping some real world experience would get you to see reason.”

Docile sighed, staring briefly at his hands. “E.L.F. is real world experience. Elves would hardly have any recognition without my company. It’s certainly making more difference than singing the same old hymns about God all the time! And why all the manipulation in society?”

“Passive-aggressive…what else do you expect from a holier than thou world? Or any society for that matter.”

“I don’t know. Unconditional acceptance, maybe? Or maybe you’ll admit that Heaven is not perfect after all. Mom wouldn’t be accepting of this…”

“Enough, son!” Cantus’ face darkened. “Win that contest and I’ll give you some unconditional acceptance,” Cantus grinned, letting go of Docile. “Be the mighty Exorcist you were born to be!”

“So unless I win, you’ll make my life a dying heaven by making me change my job just because it doesn’t follow the beaucratic racist ideals of Adam and the majority of Heaven?”

“Pretty much.”

“In your dreams you snot-faced elf a**,” Docile muttered as he walked away.  He breifly looked back at his father and spoke almost in a somber whisper. “I thought you’d be more proud of me.”

[coolarbiterpersona]

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[wesimpforxiao]

Say My Name and I’ll Be There: 8.1

Author’s Note:  As for the next few or possibly several chapters, give me some time to write them.  I want to write the Lantern Rite chapter perfectly and in order to do that I need 1. for us all to experience the in-game event so I can capture it accurately and 2. to catch up on my schoolwork because my college goes by the 10-week quarter system and we are smack in the middle of it.  Apologies for the inconvenience, but I refuse to give a sub-par Lantern Rite chapter as I believe it will be the most important in this story!!  The next one or two chapters should be released by the end of next week.

......

Only on the eve of the Lantern Rite, several days before the celebration, did Xiao come to appreciate the hours of hard work you were putting into practicing music.

He had slaughtered a band of mitachurls, hilichurls, and lawachurls near Lihua Pool when he fell into darkness.  He collapsed to his knees, struggling for breath, spots filling his vision beneath the mask.  While he had dealt with karmic debt for two thousand years, this time had to be one of the worst falters.  He knelt beneath the somber moon that bore witness to his shortcoming.

The waves of pain drove him mad and the voices drowned out the singing of the crickets and frogs.  Xiao clutched at his chest in an effort to rid himself of the agony as he wondered if it was finally his time to die and join the fallen yakshas.  His mask disintegrated as he fell to all fours.  It's fine, just breathe, he reminded himself.

It was then when he heard the tune.  

"B-Barbatos?"  The yaksha groaned despairingly as he forced himself to raise his head toward the sound.  He was being saved by the wind god for a second time--No.  That's her, he realized when he recognized the all-too familiar tune.  But the way you were playing this time...had he only heard a fraction of your practice sessions? You carried the notes so well compared to last time--

Xiao rolled over so he lie on his back, eyes meeting the glints of the stars that shone down upon him.  It was like the pain had knocked the wind out of him.  No matter.  At least he would die listening to you.  The idea was peaceful to think about.

...miss...love you...

Your faint prayers that accompanied the moonsong somehow broke through the crowded shouting of the damned and eased the heavy knot in his stomach while he gasped for air.  The tune continued to build until Xiao could only compare your talent to that of the wind archon.  It was beautiful, soft, and it fit you perfectly despite your stubborn personality that was accentuated by the harbinger's shenanigans.

The image brought a faint smile to his lips, the expression slowly widening as you played on.  Your selfless nature; the need to protect a yaksha from harm's way...Your daring eyes when you butt heads with Childe...The honey-sweet grin you reserved only for Xiao and Xiao alone.  It was  the way you carried yourself in battle, the way you interacted with strangers.  How and when you prayed to him.  Your light humming accompanied your music.

Archons, you were remarkably stunning in every way imaginable.  The yaksha failed to notice how big his smile was as a few of his tears slid down the sides of his face.  It was his own longing for you that manifested and whirled around in his chest.  Beautiful, he thought as the music continued.  So, so beautiful.  It was as if the music described yourself.  For how could he give up and die now, after falling for you?  Maybe...just maybe...Xiao allowed himself to sit in the fluffy cloud of human 'compassion' as he listened to you play.  He wouldn't dare call the emotion for what it truly was.  Not now.  Not yet.  You had to understand something before he could allow himself to love you.  Er, to care for you.  Y-yes.  That's it.  Xiao refocused his attention on your music to avoid thinking any deeper on the subject.

Yet though his mind listened to your moonsong, his heart entertained the possibility of finally admitting his lo--er, compassion for you.

He didn't notice that the pain had long faded, that the spots in his vision had cleared and that the voices of the vanquished silenced themselves.  He drifted to sleep right there in the middle of the dirt road as you played into the night, and for the first time in a long time, he slept with mind and body in peace.

................................

"Morning, Mezzetin," Childe greeted you with two mugs of hot chocolate in his hands.  He gave one to you before indulging in his while he leaned against your door.  "Sleep well?"

"I did, surprisingly.  The pain was pretty bad until I started practicing."  You rubbed your bleary eyes and let out a long yawn.  "Why do you ask?"

"You didn't call for him."

"Hm?"

"You've yelled for the yaksha every night you've been here.  You were quiet last night."

"How would you know that? Are you just constantly sitting outside my room like a creep?"  Your quip brought a smile to Childe's lips as he sipped at his mug.  

"Well then, since you're feeling well enough to banter with me, I guess I have no need to reward you for your cooperation..."

"Huh?  What do you mean, 'reward?'"  You perked up when he faked reaching for the door handle.  "Tartaglia?"  In your effort to get him to explain, you jumped out of bed and subsequently spilled your drink all over the sheets.  A jarring pain shot through your bones, but you ignored it.

"The Tsaritsa has requested I return to my post in Liyue Harbor to...discipline a few underperforming officers during the Lantern Rite.  Since I am in charge of you, I requested that you accompany me.  Her Majesty agreed."

"W-what?!"  Your sudden shout made him jump slightly.  "You...she...you're letting me return?"

"Temporarily, yes, and it is for business reasons.  We figured it would aid in your...dilemma."

"I..."  Your gaze fell to the half-empty mug in your hands.  

"You don't want to go?" The harbinger raised a brow in surprise.  "Why, I thought you'd jump at this opportunity."

"It's not that..." you trailed, your finger absently circling the rim of your cup.  "Would I...be able to roam around by myself?"

"Depends on where you want to go."  His eyes narrowed slightly and he set his cup atop your bedside table.  "You won't be able to visit Qingce Village, nor the Wanshu Inn."  He watched your shoulders drop in disappointment before continuing.  "But I will allow you to enjoy the festival."

"...Am I allowed to talk to them?  My adventure team?"

Childe let out a small sigh before nodding.  "I think it would be good for your health to see them."

"Why are you allowing me?"  It was your turn to narrow your eyes in suspicion against the harbinger.  "Wouldn't this be, you know, a risk for you guys to let me see them?  Aren't you worried about that?"

"There will be several Fatui agents in Liyue during the festival; even if you're 'alone,' one of us will always be nearby.  I don't take you as a complete idiot," he admonished.  "Besides, Mr. Zhongli knows more about adeptal blood than we do at this point.  If you manage to gather more information, that would be a plus."

"I'm not gathering information for the likes of you," you retorted, crossing your arms much like Xiao does.

"I'm not asking you as your superior, nor your captor.  I'm suggesting it as your comrade in arms."

"Ha!"  You couldn't help but let out a full laugh at the set of statements.  "You really expect me to believe that?  All you guys do is manipulate and deceive.  I don't trust a word that comes out of your mouth!"

"Even if you learn something and keep it to yourself, do it for yourself, Mezzetin.  I've realized something after you joined us."

"Oh? What could you have possibly realized?"  You rolled your eyes and returned your gaze to the window, not particularly caring about his side of the conversation and instead wishing he would just leave already.

"I realized some of my actions were not for your wellbeing, but for mine."

........................................

It was sprinkling when Childe, the Eleventh of the Fatui Harbingers, finally tracked your rescue team down in Fontaine.  It really didn't take much of an effort, which was highly disappointing considering the harbinger loved to play cat-and-mouse with his foes.  Oh well.  At least Mr. Zhongli was here; the plan wouldn't work if he hadn't accompanied Aether and the yaksha.

The harbinger stood in the shadow of a nearby tree and scouted the sheltered camp.  Besides Aether, Zhongli, and an apparently-unconscious yaksha, there were two more opponents.  Childe recognized one of them to be the wine master Diluc, but couldn't name the other one.  Maybe he was one of Mondstat's knights, judging by the way he carried himself?  Then again, he seemed to be drinking pretty heavily...

Childe glanced back a ways where a few Fatui agents were waiting for his return.  This wouldn't take long; he knew two of the adventurer's tricks, and the knight didn't look like he'd pose much of a challenge.  All he needed was to speak with Zhongli.

"I have to admit I'm disappointed for finding you so quickly," the harbinger made his presence known and stepped out of the shadows.  A chill ran down everyone's spines.

"I still can't believe you were naïve enough to get involved with the Fatui," Diluc sent an admonishing look Aether's way before summoning his broadsword.  "And hid it from me, no less."

"We're sorry!"  Paimon squeaked with her hands in the air.  "We didn't trust him completely!"

"It was my fault for allowing this to continue without your knowledge, Aether."  Zhongli rose from his seat and manifested his polearm.  "Allow me to make amends."

"I assume you're the one we're after?"  Kaeya unsheathed his sword and stood side-by-side with Diluc, much to his bro's dismay.  Despite all the wine he had consumed, he remained unusually composed.

"I've come to speak with Mr. Zhongli," Childe answered, both hands raised semi-defensively while the expression on his face was no less than that of a sly fox.  "And to retrieve the yaksha."

"We don't think so!"  Aether charged first and swung his blade through the air.  It collided against the well-known hydro blades of the harbinger before parrying off.  

Next was Diluc, whose flaming weapon created steam as it sliced through Childe's blades.  His attacks were slower than Aether's, but the amount of power coming from them nearly made the harbinger flinch both in hesitation and in excitement.  It was then that Xiao's eyes had opened slightly before he lost consciousness again.  Kaeya lunged forth and used his skill to send a burst of ice at the harbinger in an effort to freeze him in place.

Childe barely dodged, one blade freezing over.  "Tch."  The last thing he needed was to deal with a cryo user in this weather.  He was already at a disadvantage by wielding a hydro vision in normal circumstances.  His hydro burst threw everyone backwards, and he switched to his delusion.  

Electricity surged through the camp as everyone got to their feet and readied themselves for an onslaught of electro attacks.  None came; instead, the harbinger stared straight at Zhongli, who remained reserved and unbothered as he pointed the tip of his lance at him.  "This is your only warning, Childe," the archon spoke in an especially deep voice.  "Return her to us, or suffer the consequences."

"I only came to speak with you, Mr. Zhongli," Childe's eyes narrowed beneath his mask.  "As much as I'd love to indulge in a fight, I came here with a proposition.  Would you hear me out?"

Everyone's eyes turned expectantly to the archon, and he returned their gazes before allowing his polearm to disintegrate.  "Lower your weapons," he ordered much to everyone's dismay.

"But Zhongli!  He could trick you!" Paimon reappeared before the consultant.  "You can't--"

"Relax, Paimon," Zhongli quietly assured.  "I may not have a gnosis, but a harbinger is still by no-means what I perceive to be troublesome in battle."  He followed Childe a few meters away so the group was unable to hear them.

Childe shifted his mask to its resting place on the side of his head.  "There may be a way to retrieve her," he started in a quiet voice.  "But it would only be possible if you declare war against the Tsaritsa."

"Tell me, Childe, why should I trust you after you breached our trust?"

"You can't, but I trust that we all have our comrade's best interests in mind, no?   If you're able to rally the people of Teyvat, the Tsaritsa may yield.  Her Majesty has no interest in declaring war against the mortals as you are already aware."

It was a fitting task for the God of War; declare a world war against the Tsaritsa, and she'd yield without calling his bluff.  Even so, the former archon was not convinced.  Childe would need to up his charming façade.  He was only lying for your own safety after all; he'd back you into joining the harbingers, and you'd be free of the Fatui's grasp in the outside world.  You wouldn't be hunted for the rest of your life; you could live freely in your captors' backyard.  The suffering you were being thrown into now would last a lifetime if you continued to resist.

Some part of the harbinger knew it was a twisted form of compassion--dare he call it love--for you.  He needed you to free yourself both of the Fatui's and Xiao's grasps.  The only way to do that would be to recruit you, but you weren't so easy to convince.  You wouldn't be in danger of getting hurt by his subordinates his way.  You wouldn't hurt yourself by chasing after Xiao if Childe stepped in either.  He didn't care that it was selfish of him to step between your struggling romance.

What better way to keep you safe, mentally and physically, than to break you into submission?

The two opposing forces continued their hushed discussion for twenty more minutes before Zhongli broke away from Childe.  He was about to fill the group in on the details when Childe attacked him from behind.

[lotzzoforangezoutside]

92 X-Files fanfic, w/ summaries

Quick overall for Winter Quarter (Nov 21-Jan 22):

In The Original Series, the fics happen within the same universe, but they’re completely fine to read as standalone stories.

The timeline is happening, slowly, and too messy to be posted now....

Emily Universe is where Emily lives, is adopted by Scully, who later marries Mulder and have a son named Wiley.

There’s also Jacksons Universe, where Jackson VDK travels back in time and delivers his 7-year-old self to Mulder and Scully. Jackson ends up staying with his birth parents. As a result, Mulder and Scully have two sons who are 11 years apart: William and Fox Jr.

And of course, there’s Cricket Universe, set after the revival, it’s about the lives of Mulder, Scully, William, Kuiper aka Cricket, and William’s best friend/girlfriend Michiko “Millie” Leixia.

So, here we go & thanks so much for reading :)

Original Series

Delayed:  Mulder and Scully go to a costume party.  

Rest:  Post-Unruhe

Surprises:  Post-Detour    

The Mexican Coca-Cola is Much Sweeter:  Post-El Mundo Gira

Have You Met A Stranger:  “Intimacy Compatibility between Pisces and Libra“    

The Unnecessity of Physical Distances: “She sleeps better when he is near.”    

Silence:  Mulder ditches Scully again. Set in season 2.

Things We Say When We’re 700 Miles Apart:  “Once, on the phone, with him in the basement office and her 700 miles away, he asked her to marry him.”    

Cheeks on Desk: Fluff, Sleepy Scully + Jealous Mulder.  

Lunch with You: Lunch with his new partner.  

Sunday:  Sundays, past and future.

2e-10: A riddle

The Secret of the Sky is Not to be Revealed: Palm reading session.  

A Fly on the Wall: Typical day in the basement.  

Pink Piglet and His Baby Mama:  Mulder goes to the dentist.  

With A Cherry on Top:  Fluff.

The Turkey Special: Thanksgiving 1997.

Together We’ll Mend Your Heart:  How traditions are established.

When the Sundog Did Not Come:   Post-dod kalm    

Eight: Set during Chinga. How Mulder keeps busy while Scully’s away.

Man on a Mission:   Can be read as a sequel to Sunday.  

Childish Games:  Cootie catcher and pig Latin.

No Other Fish: How Mulder got his fish.  

The Ancient Secrets of the Bee Pollen: Lunch time.    

The Goddess and the Scholar: Dana Scully, Goddess of the Scholars.  

Breakfast on the Weekends: Breakfast time.  

Particular: What Mulder dreams about.

Pink, Dancing, and Bubbly:  Trick-or-treat memories.

Rent Day Blues:  Mulder muses about his living quarters.  

Salt and Sugar: Post series. The Ultimate road trip.  

Cigarettes Will Kill You: Post-Brand X

Headlong: What falling in love feels like.    

Seven Pound and Six Ounces: Post- Emily.  

Second Christmas: Celebrating Christmas twice.                      

The Next Christmas:  sequel to Second Christmas.

Occam’s Razor: post-How the Ghosts Stole Christmas    

The Answering Machine: Mulder listens to messages on his answering machine

Heads and Tails:  Post-Home

A Month Shy of A Year:  Post-Young at Heart

A Call with Chuck: Dana chats with her little brother Charlie.  

Forgetfulness and Presbyopia:  Post- Nothing Lasts Forever

The Other Dream: Mulder and his strange dreams.  

The Cincinnati Chili is a Sin to Pass Up:  Post-Revelations.  

Pups:  Post-Mulder and Scully Meet the Were-Monster  

Barnes Corners:  Post- Max

True Love Happens Every Day:  Mulder and Scully go to the Farmer’s Market.    

The Meanings of Thermos:  “The first thing she realized was that thermos meant differently to her now.”    

Tuesdays With Mulder:  Past and future lovers.    

Old Friend in Oxford:  Set during All Things. Mulder visits a friend in Oxford.  

Mulder’s Chickadee: Post- One Son

The Broken Pinky Loneliness:  Post- the Pine Bluff Variant

The Markings of a Man:  If Mulder can wear Scully’s shirt, he would.  

The Master Of:  3-person POV,  a scene at a restaurant.

Universes: Fox Mulder and his experiences.    

The Cygnet and Dumbo: How the ugly ducklings marries the elephant that can fly.

Marks and Scars: Number of the scars.  

Waiting for the Ship to Come:   Post Demons    

The Origin of the Walkie-Talkie: First cell phones  

The Excepted One: Mulder’s exception.

AU

A Full House Thanksgiving: A Thanksgiving special.

The Tentative Trouble with Time Traveling: Scully time travels back to the 90′s and meets a very young Fox Mulder...

Emily AU

And They Were All Yellow: Mommy and Daddy are dressing up for Halloween!  

The Spookys: Take your daughter and son to work day, FBI style.

Skinny Noodles: Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

Yucky Boys and Fickle Girls:  Mulder’s biggest worry.  

Priceless:  Fox Mulder’s spending habits.  

It: Getting a puppy!  

Spelling Bees and Sing-A-Longs: A fun car-ride.  

Letter to Santa: Emily’s letter to Santa.  

Christmas at Grandma’s: Spending Christmas at Grandma Maggie’s!  

Minime: Mulder and his Mimi Me.  

Faithful One-Hundred Percent: Emily’s favorite book.  

Deep Space Sparkle: Emily gets a teddy bear.  

Sympathy Pox: Emily gets the Chicken Pox.  

Belong:  Emily reads a book for Mulder.  

The Year of the Fox: Emily makes a deal.  

Jacksons AU:

The Boy from the Future:  Life with two boys.  

The Things Said by the Hands: Mulder learns something from his son.

Cricket Universe

Ten Rules of Dating:  Mulder’s dating rules for his girls.

Daddy’s Girl:  Mulder and his girls enjoying the tail of summer.

First Day: Cricket’s going back to school.

How to Dad:  Dad is a verb.

Brought to You by The LGM:  A show. A gift. A trip down memory lane.

For the Life of Pie:  Pie appreciation runs in the family.

Semi-Grown:  William’s act of rebellion.

A Reunion:  Mulder and Scully reunite with two old friends.

The Trekkie Professor:  William meets Gibbs.

Premonition: A typical day set in the future.

An Experiment: William tries something silly with his girlfriend.

A Late Summer:  Haven’t you heard? 30 is the new 20.

Conversation in the Very Very Late at Night….

thirteen: talk about pick up lines

fourteen:  talk about summer camps

100 word drabbles…. tau |  upsilon | phi | chi | psi |

[b4kubiddies]

how bakugou would interact with animals: scenarios

characters: bakugou, gender neutral s/o

warnings: mention of bugs

okay so i saw this drawing of bakugou w/ a cat and i can’t stop thinking abt it so i wrote this 

i have so many pets

hope everyone had a great day :))

bunnies: I think he’d be okay with bunnies, he’s probably used to them from koda’s being around the dorms (have y’all seen the pic of him chasing koda’s bunny-). he spent lots of time outdoors as a kid, he was bound to cross paths with one sometime in his life. He probably wouldn’t want to hold yours if you had one, but he wouldn’t mind it, maybe even stroking it on occasions. 

you sat on the couch watching a show, your soft plush rabbit seated in your lap. katsuki sat to your left, switching his gaze back and forth between the tv and your lap, starring your favorite ball of fluff down. the bunny ruffled in your lap, shaking slightly from the look it had received from your partner. you looked down at the rabbit, soothing it by rubbing behind it’s ears and offering it another piece of lettuce. as it settled down, you saw bakugou reach his hand up, gently flattening the ears of the bunny with his large hand, a soft scowl on his face as he did so. you smiled, your heart swooning at the thought of such a big tough guy being soft for a silly little rabbit. 

guinea pigs: Bakugou is scared of them omg. I’ve had quite a few guinea pigs (i only have 2 rn), and every grown man i’ve showed them to was lowkey scared. They do bite on occasion, if you tickle them or if they simply don’t want to be touched. 

taking your tiny pet out of the cage, you set it down in it’s playpen to get some time to safely run. you stepped over the barrier, seating yourself on the floor with some treats in your hand. your guinea pig loved carrots, especially fed straight from your hand. bakugou walked in to your bedroom, cocking a brow at the sight of you sitting on the floor near the edge of the pen before he sat on the edge of your bed. you got out when you noticed him, scooping the small animal back into your arms. you sat next to him, noticing his intense stare at your guinea pig. you gently set the guinea pig on his lap without warning. the look of pure panic on his face was priceless, a grown man terrified of such a small creature. “scared, suki?” you teasingly asked, your partner looking up with a look mixed with anger and fright. the guinea pig nibbled at bakugou’s lap, you laughed slightly as you picked it back up to rid him of his fear. just as you were headed towards the cage, the fuzzy little thing peed on your arm. bakugou laughed incessantly as you stood there in anger and disbelief,telling you that karma sure is a bitch!

cats: he probably hates cats, they’re adorable but so so spiteful. he also hates that the cat gets most of your attention. 

katsuki was lounged on the couch, watching you play with your cat on the floor near his feet. you’d had it since before you got together, and it was almost heart wrenching to hear he wasn’t fond of your furry friend. as you swung the feather ended stick back and fourth, the cat darted in the same direction. as you moved the feather closer towards bakugou, the cat lept and clung to his calf, digging and sinking it’s sharp claws into his skin. katsuki hissed angrily, mumbling something along the lines of “shitty cat” as the feline released its claws and resumed playing. god did he hate that cat, constantly jumping on him to get to you, nuzzling in between you both to separate your cuddle sessions. you often heard him fight with the cat, yelling at it to move while he was cooking, then yelling when it spitefully pushed something on the counter. telling it not to come in the bathroom while he showered, not to scratch at the couch. their relationship was comedical to you, but god did he wish you’d get rid of that shitty cat. 

dogs: he loves dogs, especially big ones. he thinks they’re badass, “manly” as kiri would say. he loves the loyalty and strength dogs tend to have, finding it similar to himself. he wouldn’t mind a medium sized dog, but he wouldn’t like small dogs. there can only be one angry yapping pomeranian in the house, and he’s already filled that spot. (i’m not a big dog fan, don’t like the way they constantly lick you)

starting off so small and tiny, a pretty puppy with a bow collar in a box, the dog you had surprised your partner with for his birthday had grown as big as a beast. bakugou loved the dog, loved teaching it tricks and commands, even loved cooking it a spare piece of meat when he prepared dinner. this was hands down the best present he’d ever received, he’d put years and years of pride into making the clumsy lil’ pup into a well behaved companion. the dog often sat or layed with him on the couch, never straying far from katsuki’s side. as you stood up from your seat next to bakugou to get a drink from the kitchen, the dog stole your spot in an attempt to be closer to it’s favorite owner. you huffed as you sat down on the other end of the couch, katsuki chuckling at your reaction as he stroked the head of the pup laying in his lap. 

turtles: i think he’d find them intriguing. not his favorite animal, but he doesn’t mind them. 

you went to take the turtle out of the tank, ready to clean and scrub it. bakugou watched as you struggled to catch it, the damn thing swimming away every time you went for it. he walked over as you groaned in frustration, ready to help you catch it. he had seen wild turtles before, caught them in the river growing up with his friends (and that damn nerd deku). he knew you had to be patient, wait until they settle down before sneaking up on them. he took your hands out of the tank, giving the turtle a chance to calm down. he gently reached his large  hands in, grabbing and catching the small thing in one go. you scowled at his success, him smirking back at you as a silent brag. he helped you clean the tank, you scrubbed the turtle’s shell to reduce the risk of shell rot. when you were finally done you thanked him, joking that if he hadn’t helped you would have had turtle soup for dinner.

lizards (this ones abt geckos): i think they also kinda interest him, there are some really pretty lizards and he likes the pattern of the one you have. he likes to watch them hunt their food, he thinks its badass. 

katsuki watched you scoop the lizard up, softly placing it near your neck. they always love the spot, it’s so nice and warm that they often fall asleep. he watched it crawl around you, running up your neck before settling in it’s favorite spot. you began to clean it’s tank, ridding it of all the bugs that had not been eaten. he watched as you changed it’s water and the matt on the bottom of the tank, the lizard sitting nice and pretty the whole time. it was as if it knew it had pretty colors, wanting to display them for everyone to see. you set it back down in the tank, watching it crawl into the safety of it’s dark hiding hut. bakugou made his way over to you, startling you as he slipped his arms around your waist. he peered over your shoulder as you dropped in some food, closely paying attention to the way it lunged at the crickets, unapologetically devouring them. you both cheered the lizard on, somehow fit was fun to watch the small thing eat.