#doesnt bristle at them anymore at least

[nachtsoklein]

it's always a Bit of an oof writing about how Like A Cat kurt is because he very much is, from his flexibility to how he feels most comfortable in a perch to how his tail & ears twitch to how there's definitely something resembling a purr when he's at his most relaxed & loopy...... but 99.99% of the time he'd hate to be compared as such. it's so important to kurt to reenforce to himself & those around him (sometimes as much friend as stranger) that he is just a man. he's not an animal, he's not a demon, he's not some secret third thing, he's just. a man. a human man, as much as his mutation may obscure this fact. so when he's compared to anything not-human, no matter with how much awe or affection, there's this inevitable little corner of. chagrin in him, that flares at it. being called an elf is typically about as far as he's willing to accept non-human comparisons because his first exposures to receiving them were from people that are now friends & it's the least dehumanizing of the comparisons, but not even all his friends get a pass on it one hundred percent of the time. as he's gotten more comfortable with himself he's let more slide, but still only from his closer friends, 'cause those are the only he trusts implicitly to not see him as just a Creature.

[destinyclan]

Before Moon 0 (5/8)

"This is foxdung!" Cranepaw heard her clanmate hissing next to her, as Tempestpaw briefly parted ways with the cats to claw at some defenseless tree. "A big, stinking pile of foxdung!" Cranepaw looked ahead. It seemed as though their mentors werent paying them any mind, Tempestpaw's in particular marching away in a righteous manner.

"At least this way we wont have to clean up the mess afterwards." Cranepaw joked, but was met with a furthermore annoyed rebuttal.

"They are so weak right now! What are they going to do, splash water at us? It would be a victory as easy as rolling up a mossball!" Saying this, Tempestpaw run her claws through the moss underneath her paws.

"But that's the thing, isn't it?" Cranepaw began, whilst pawing at the piece of moss Tempestpaw ripped out prior. "What are we gonna do with a puddle territory? Besides, if we have a battle that means extra cleaning duties for the medicine den because of the injured." Her pelt shuddered.

"I wouldnt get injured!" Tempestpaw's pelt bristled up in defense.

"Sure ya wouldn't."

They hurried to catch up with the rest of their Clan once their little playtime was over. At least, Cranepaw figured, since their mentors missed out on their conversation, they wouldn't get scolded again. Usually clan gatherings were pretty fun, getting to brawl with other apprentices never gailed to get a kick out of Cranepaw, but tonight would be tense. She could already feel it when their leader announced that it was time to get going. Warriors were whispering erratically among themselves while on the way, and though the leader shut down any discussions about the matters at hand, Cranepaw knew he couldnt control it once the clan had reached the clearing, he didnt exceed his authority as powerfully anymore. At least she heard so from a clanmate.

And right she was, now that the other cats noticed their arrival in the moonlit spot, they were all greeted and promptly washed over with questions. Cranepaw and Tempestpaw hurried away from the crowd to the more secluded area of shrubs. The favourite spot for the apprentices to meet up, complete with a sandy patch to brawl in. Familiar faces popped up, purred greetings and made fun of the adults, as usual. It really did seen that over here, the world was the same it had always been. Until Cranepaw noticed how much... emptier it felt here. Foolishly she asked, and was met with an uncomfortable silence.

That doesnt have to mean anything, she thought, after enduring the silence for a bit, Myrtlepaw was one moon shy of being a warrior anyway, and the others are probably just...

She gazed around. Nothing, not a pelt or tail or pair of eyes she remembered from lurking in here for the past 3 moons. She shut her train of thought up promptly, wrapped her tail around her paws and stared up into the trees. For the first time, wishing the leaders would begin soon.

Her leader, Billstar, officially opened the gathering, telling the clan cats about the arbitrary recent events in their clan. Cranepaw noticed one of her cross-clan pals roll their eyes once the leader uttered the all too well-known phrase. Cranepaw began mouthing it along, "Prey has been running well", making the other cat purr. The leader went on to mention the recent litters, as well as Flitstorm gaining her warrior name a moon early for her exceptional work. The clan cats called her name out into the night as she rose from her seat, basking in the moment. Cranepaw, however, turned her head away and did not join the celebration. Flitstorm was just lucky her mentor was the deputy, she thought. And that he never saw how she treated the rest of her denmates. 'Hard worker' my whiskers, she's just a bully! She didn't get how the other cats were so invested either. But as soon as the final leader of the night stood up, she did: it was so that every cat could distract themselves from the moment ahead of them.

Primrosestar had never quite looked like a proper leader to Cranepaw. Too short, much more like a feisty kitten than a warrior cat. But tonight, she looked downright awful. Starved to a miserable figure, pelt wild and torn, and were those fresh scars on her back? She was shaking as she spoke, as though raising her voice was too hard for her. Nonetheless, she asserted that, which every cat had denied could be true: that their clan was doing fine, despite the uprise in floods. Skeptical gazes eyed her, both from the crowd and from the cats sitting in the tree with her. Billstar chimed in, jsut as all chaos was breaking lose in the sea of cats below, as they whispered and mumbled frantically. But any and all questioning of her claims just agitated Primrosestar further. Anotehr leader joiend in, making much more damning claims about seeing first hand the destruction that took place. This gathering was beyond help, from what the apprentices were seeing, and the chaos reached them too. Cranepaw heard two of them argue behind her, Tempestpaw seemed to want to join in with simialr claims she made before arriving here. But then an ear piercing howl from above all of them brought an abrupt end to the ruckus.

Everyone turned to look. Above the leaders, on a higher branch, stood two cats, an orange tabby and an orange and silver tabby, one staring down with a determined, yet nervous look, and the other just coldly glaring ahead.

"Grouseflood, Tempesthaze, what in StarClan's name are you doing?! Get down from there, this is blasphemy!" Primrosestar screeched, but the cat didn't seem to listen to her. She took a visible breath, gazed over to the other cat, and began speaking:

"Cats of all Clans! I come to bring the truth to you, and a message from StarClan." All ears perked up, nobody seemed interested in talking anymore. An eerie silence broke out, as this cat paused for a mere heartbeat before continuing.

"You may know me, or maybe not. My name used to be Grouseflood. A name I was given because I always knew just what to do whenever the waters were rising. And StarClan has chosen me for a destiny, perhaps precisely for that reason."

"Primrosestar speaks of a normal clan life, but what we experience in our camp is anything but normal. From the day I was born, I got used to losses, especially those at the hands of the floods. But I was never taught that the floods would some day come home and take everything from us. We don't simply drown, we have nothing to eat! We starve! We have all but one elder left! All but one kitten left!"

Though further away, Cranepaw could see the glint of light reflected from her claws, as she dug them into the branch. The silance had not stayed for long, cats began more or less breathing out words to each other.

"I am the last cat who would run away from a problem! StarClan has not chosen me to run, but to seek. Last night, in the presence of our medicine cat Tempesthaze, I was given nine lives. I am now Grousestar, leader of a new era!"

Cranepaw flinched. She seemed to be experiencing a deja-vu, as now the gathering took upon volume levels close to before when Primrosestar was giving her speech. Speaking of Primrosestar, she seemed to yell something incoherent, as she tried desparately to get the orange tabby to shut up. Billstar prevented her, though mostly because she almost seemed to fall off from the branch with her poor sense of orientation.

"StarClan needs me to form a new Clan! They have shown both of us the way to a new territory. Only then will the storm end and all clans will be safe!" Grousestar spoke, with a certainty that amazed Cranepaw. She had never seen any leader speak so assuredly. Was it the power of StarClan?

"We encourage cats to come along with us, but understand if you wont. Our journey begins toward the end of our territories." She pointed her tail toward the opposite direction of Cranepaw's territory. "We will see you all at the next gathering. Until then, take care of yourselves."

The two cats climbed down, on the other side of the tree. The second Grousestar's voice died down, Cranepaw couldn't hear a thing anymore; it was so loud now, all the arguing, the conversations these ctas were having. She shook her pelt, daring one last gaze at the tree before turnign back around to the secluded shrubs. It lookedl iek Billstar still held onto a very enraged Primrosestar, and the cat named Tempesthaze touched noses with one of the cats sitting by the tree's roots, before running off into the night. But Cranepaw soo nsaw her friends already very engaged in talkign abotu what all of this meant. "What do yo uthink abotu this, Tempestpaw?" she asked, turning her head around to where she assumed Tempestpaw had joined the rest of the group. But she wasn't. Tempestpaw was sitting there with her back turned, like she was frozen in time. Eyes locked on where she last saw Grousestar and Tempesthaze disappear.

[morizoras-cave]

Weird (Request)

MCU Cast x gn!teen!co-star!reader

Genre: angst, fluff

Request Description: Hello ❤💓could i please request a x teen reader were she has a really quirky and bubbly personality and the cast loves it but she starts getting bullied at school for it and shes acting shy and doesnt talk anymore and there all concerned.⚘💓❤😘

Warnings: bullying, general sadness, insecurity

(A/N): decided to do this request with chris evans, anthony mackie, sebastian stan, scarlett johansson, and elizabeth olsen (as i have previously stated, fitting the entire cast into it is impossible, so i usually have to pick). i hope this doesnt affect the requesters enjoyment of it :)

“I’m considering picking up some lye,” you said bluntly. Everyone that had attended Chris’ I’m-sorry-I-forgot-I-was-hosting-dinner dinner looked up from their Chinese takeout boxes. 

“Like, the chemical lye?” Anthony asked, picking at a piece of chicken with his chopsticks. You hummed and nodded, doing the same. 

“Why?” Sebastian asked.

“I’m considering getting into the soap making business,” you said, “there’s some real money in that market.” 

“Really?” Scarlett said, chuckling along with everyone else at the horrible, scrambling-to-even-be-called-a-dinner dinner. 

“Don’t laugh, guys. You might be seeing my custom soaps in The Body Shop soon,” you joked and once more everyone laughed, shaking their heads. 

“Good luck with that,” Elizabeth said.

“Thank you, I’ll need it, seeing as lye is apparently very fun to eat and also very toxic,” you sipped your coke, bubbles long gone, leaving the sticky and sweet juice behind. 

It was like that every time you were around. You always had something strange you had been pondering about, wether it was soap-making, a career in shipwreck exploration, or investing in a live action Thomas the Train movie. Every single time the cast was with you, they were waiting for the next weird thing to come from your mouth and they were never disappointed. 

You were a lovely, outgoing, yet casually blunt young person, and you were simply wonderful to be around. Like a breath of fresh air each time they were around you. Refreshingly happy. 

And you loved being weird. You loved being yourself, even if you were a bit of an outsider. Not in the sense that you were better than anyone else, you were just slightly different. You always felt there was nothing wrong with that. 

Well, you did. Then things changed. Your schedule working with the movie was lined up, so you had at least two days a week in regular school, often more. You were happy, because it meant you weren’t sacrificing your education to be in a movie. 

Then these girls started bothering you. You could always tell that they didn’t exactly like you, which you actually understood. You always knew that you could easily come off as pretentious and snobby when someone didn’t know you, especially seeing as you were a ‘quirky’ movie star.

But then they started talking to your friends. Which was fine. But then when you tried to speak to your friends, everything changed. Those girls were practically bristling at your presence, your friends included. 

But you didn’t let that bother you. You still had plenty of friends on set, as you considered all of your cast members to be your friends. And they considered you a friend as well. 

But then those girls at school decided that they weren’t done. First, they said things that were very obviously about you, but were disguised as something else. And they’d always make sure you’d hear. 

“I think I’d like to be an actor,” one of the girls had said. They had been sitting on a bench a little bit away from your locker, where you were cramming a physics book in. 

“Oh my god, Lacey, you’re so quirky and weird!” another one had said, and your mood had crumbled, realizing they were making fun of you. You had just closed your locker and left, but you had still heard their giggles at your obviously upset state.

Then they just started blatantly making fun of you, saying you were ugly and untalented, but what hurt you most was when they said you had an annoying, attention-seeking personality. 

You started questioning things about yourself that you never questioned. Were you attention-seeking? Was your personality annoying? Were you even a good actor? 

You would tell your friends, but they didn’t seem to like you anymore, and with your new insecurity about your personality, you even wondered if the cast really liked you, or if they just found you annoying like everyone else. 

So you told no one, and you decided, determined, that you would be less annoying and more quiet. 

“Hey, Y/n! You’re here!” Sebastian exclaimed, as you entered Elizabeth’s rented flat. He was holding a drink in one of his hands and ran to hug you at the door. You hugged back gently. 

“Are you ready for an actually prepared dinner this time?” Elizabeth said slyly, smirking at Chris, who had definitely heard enough about that one time he forgot to plan the dinner.

“Ha ha, very funny, Liz,” he said. You watched them in amusement, holding back multiple snarky comments. 

Sebastian, Elizabeth, and Chris had all turned to you, and it took you a moment to realize they were expecting you to say something. There was an awkward moment where just watched them, before they snapped out of it, coughing and shuffling uncomfortably. 

“Uh, anyway, table’s this way!” Elizabeth guided you all to the large table. Anthony and Scarlett were already there, mid-conversation and bobbing their heads to ‘Anaconda’ played from Elizabeth’s stereo. 

“Y/n’s here!” Scarlett said excitedly and you sat down sheepishly. 

“Yep.”

You watched everyone around the table exchange glances, before all eyes landed back on you. 

“Are you okay?” Chris asked carefully. He was sitting next to you.

“Yeah,” you said quietly, fiddling with your napkin, “just a little stressed about school.” You forced a smile. 

“.. Alright,” Anthony said said reluctantly. There was a moment of silence, because if you weren’t happy, there had to be something seriously wrong with the world. 

“Uh, I think the chicken’s ready,” Elizabeth said, changing the subject. Everyone mumbled in relief. 

The night went on and everyone had conversations and small laughs as they ate, but it was very clear that something was off. Scarlett tried bringing you into the conversations several times, but you immediately clammed up.

It was becoming increasingly clear to the cast, that it was obviously not stress from school (which none of them bought anyway). You noticed the awkwardness too, contemplating if you were being too much of a downer. They would probably have a better time if you didn’t drag them down, you thought. 

“I should go,” you said suddenly, making their heads snap towards you. You forked your untouched chicken. 

“Why?” Sebastian asked, as you stood up and grabbed your jacket. You stilled.

You were conflicted in that moment, wondering wether to confess to them or suck it up and go home. You just didn’t know how to be less of a bother. 

“Don’t lie,” Scarlett said, noticing your conflicted state. You frowned. 

“Am I.. Annoying?” you whispered. There was a moment of silence.

“What?” Chris exclaimed, baffled. You looked up at them. 

“Am I- Am I weird? Because if so, I-I can just go home-” 

There came a choir of whats and nos, and outrage from the table. Everyone spoke over one another for a moment, desperately trying to let you know as clearly as possible.

“Hey!” Anthony’s booming voice shut the rest of the guests up. He looked you in the eyes, “None of us think or have ever thought that you were annoying. And for your information, you’re only weird in a good way. Now, would you mind telling us why you suddenly think this?”

He was calm in a way the public never saw him. Dropping the silliness and handling the situation. It was quiet then.

You felt horribly sad, as you thought about those girls at school. You sighed and blinked away tears. Your cast members’ faces grew even more worried at this. 

“Come on, N/n. Sit down again and let’s talk about this,” Elizabeth said gently, patting your chair. You nodded hesitantly, and sat down. You fiddled with your napkin self-consciously. They waited for you to speak.

“Well.. There are these girls at my school. I don’t know- They just.. Started making fun of me, I guess,” you mumbled, ashamed and avoiding their gazes.

“They said you were annoying?” Chris asked.

You nodded. Sighs could be heard around the table. If you had dared look up, you’d have seen several clenched jaws and fists, displeased faces, and frowns. 

“Have you told anyone?” Sebastian then asked.

You shook your head. You felt someone grasp your hand and looked up to see Sebastian, sitting across from you, holding your hand gently. He smiled sympathetically. 

“First of all, Y/n, you’re not at all annoying. You’re the type of person anyone can love, you’re so refreshing to be around, and you always have something funny to say,” Scarlett begun after a moment of silence. You smiled softly. 

“Secondly, this is something you need to tell the principle, and I don’t want to hear anything about how you don’t want to confront them or anything. You shouldn’t tolerate that,” her voice was tough and determined. You knew she was right, so you nodded. 

There was a moment of silence.

“So.. Have you discovered anything strange you want to share with us?” Anthony asked then. A large, toothy smile enveloped your face, as you remembered that there was, in fact, something you had been excited to share with them. 

“Yeah, so, uhm.. I’ve been playing this game..” 

And with that, everything was back to normal. You entertained them like you always did with your bright and bubbly personality, and you felt confident and happy again. 

It would take you a lot longer than just that night, to fully understand why you were amazing and exactly why you weren’t annoying, but the most important thing was that you were happy and confident right then and there. 

You called the principle, of course, and those girls were expelled. Your friends apologized for their behavior, but you decided not to be friends with them again, not with the way they treated you. You weren’t mean about it, just got some better, more sincere friends. 

Although, you were grateful for friends you had had in that time. Your cast mates started complimenting you more, just slightly here and there. And if any interviewer or fan commented on your personality, the cast would get incredibly protective very fast. 

They knew that your personality was an easy place for people to pick on you, and they just wanted to make sure, that you knew you were a lovely human being. And with how much they reminded you, it got hard to forget. But that’s only a good thing, because you really are a good person :)

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[kibybun]

Soap

Tw: gore, poison, torture, Stockholm syndrome, non con/rape

You cry as the inside of your mouth bleeds. You try your best to wipe it away, afraid of the punishment you'd receive for being dirty. You cry harder as you hear footsteps above you. It wasnt your fault your mouth hadn't stopped bleeding since you scrubbed your gums raw. You just didnt want your mouth to be dirty.

You stand on shakey legs and wobble to the little sink in the corner of the large basement. You hold onto the smooth porcelain and grab your toothbrush and gently start to brush circles on your teeth. The sharp bristles stab your soft gums causeing more whimpers and blood to ooze out from your lips.

"You missed a spot."

You jump but stay in place, refusing to look at him. You hadn't realized he came down here and was watching you.

"Here. Let me help."

He reaches to grab your toothbrush but you flinch away. He looks hurt but that doesn't stop him from yanking your wrist towards him.

"Please (y/n). I just want to make you clean." You body teses at that word.

Clean. Something your captor strives to make you and yet you'll never be it.

You yelp as he pushes the toothbrush harshly against your gums. He freezes before removing it from your mouth.

"Just be sure to get all the filth off of them." He slowly walks but up the stairs.

You shudder in relief and the cold. You slowly start to brush your teeth as you try to gain more warmth. He always said the cold killed germs. He also didnt want you sweaty and gross. You understand that's why he doesnt let you have a blanket, he just doesn't want you to be too hot and start to sweat. If you started to sweat your skin would get scrubbed raw. You didnt want that.

You let out a shakey breathe before placing your toothbrush down and looking up at the spot the mirror used to be. You shudder remembering why your mirror got removed.

Your attitude was repulsive back then. When he first brought you here, you tried so hard to escape but once you figured out it wouldn't work you thought of new ways to make him mad.

You were brushing your teeth, back when they were strong and not bleached, and you smeared toothpaste on the mirror. You knew Keigo hated messes and germs, but it didnt stop you. He came down the stairs and saw the mirror. You can see the panic and anxiety rise within him as he slowly steps towards you. You wanted to have more fun. You give him a wicked smirk and stuck your tounge out, licking the mirror.

That's when he lost it.

His fist was sent flying towards the mirror as he screamed. How could you contaminate yourself like that? You cover your ears as his screaming was making your ears ringing. While doing this you fail to notice the large share of glass he grabbed. He grabs your face and forcefully pries your mouth open. You try to claw at his hands as you feel the corners of your mouth rip. You fail to stop the glass shard from entering your mouth and start digging into your tounge.

"STOP SCREAMING OR I'LL CUT YOUR VOCAL CORDS TOO!" You comply, silently whimpering and choking on your own blood as your tounge was cut down the middle.

You swallow the lump in your throat and move away from the sink. You were happy to still have your tounge, you even learned how to move both sides separately, but you dont like having a minor lisp.

You sit in the corner right next to the stairs. Right there was some warmth but not enough to make you sweat. You curl up and try to doze off but cant as you hear steps on the stair.

Over the railing you see him looking at you. You give him a quick glance before looking at the floor. He sighs, making it the rest of the way to crouch in front of you.

"Please look at me, I'm sorry for what I said before." You only tense hearing him speak.

You were looking at his wings one day and apparently he didnt like that. He yelled at you saying how dirty your gaze was, how he felt repulsed knowing you were looking at him. He then poured vinegar in you left eye, leaving everything permanently blurry.

Your eyes blur with tears as you resist looking at him. You loved him and wanted nothing more than to just admire him but you didnt want to soil his beauty with your gross eyes.

"Please?" His voice was gentle and pleading.

You couldn't see him in pain, so you slowly look at him with a small smile on your face. You just wanted him to be happy, and you'll try your best to give it to him even if you're filthy. His face seems to light up ever so slightly.

"C'mon, let's go eat!" He offers you a hand but you decline it. You arent clean enough for that yet.

The two of you stand and he leads up up the stairs. You make it to the top of the stairs and he closes it behind you.

Instantly you're hit with a wave of warmth. You'd never admit it but it felt like pure bliss but you knew you couldn't stay up here long. Filth like you didnt belong in the light.

You hear a soft click behind you but you dont dare to look.

He proceeds to lead you to the small wooden table in the kitchen. He pulls out a chair for you to sit, and you comply knowing that he had compulsively cleaned it right before you arrived. You know this because he made you clean this table so many times. You remember having to sit on your knees and scrub the furniture so it was clean for him to sit.

You'd do it again for him because he deserves it.

He walks around for a second before setting down a bowl of soup in front of you. You stare at it before speaking.

"Bleach?"

He sighs defeated before sitting next to you.

"Bleach isnt good for you."

Liar.

He used to preach about how you needed to drink it to be clean in his standards. But he had the audacity to scold you when you tried to drink it from the bottle to clean yourself for him.

You gently push the bowl away, still avoiding eye contact. You can feel his eyes staring you down but he refuses to do anything.

He used to force feed you, shoving the utensil down your throat, then he'd make you puke saying how dirty scum like you didnt deserve it. At least you lost that weight you didnt want.

"Can you please eat? You need something, anything in your stomach right now."

No. You didnt deserve him, you didnt deserve this. You were a disgusting bottom feeder that need to be cleaned. You slowly stand and start walking towards the basement door.

"Please (y/n), I can make you something else to eat." He sounds upset.

You stop and slowly look back at him. You tried to reassure him without speaking but somehow it seemed to backfire. He starts to stand but you dart to the door, not giving him a chance to grab you.

Your hands wrap around the handle and try to turn it, only to fail. You start to panic.

Its too hot up here, you'll start to sweat, you dont want your skin scrubbed, you didnt want him to pour hand sanitizer on you to clean your wounds.

"Hey, it's ok. You can stay up here." His voice makes you jump.

"No."

You wanted to go back to your cold sanctuary.

"Its not good for you down there. Stay up here with me."

Liar.

Liar liar liar. He said that down there was the bet place for you, even if you passed out due to the cold. When you'd pass out he'd take that opportunity to love you. You'd slowly wake up to him forcing himself in and out of you.

It hurt so bad.

He'd say how he brought you back to life and how much he loved you. Why did he stop? Does he not love you anymore?

You jump as his hand falls into your shoulder, shaking you out of your thoughts.

"Let's go bathe, we can take one together?" You eagerly shake your head yes.

Not only did you get to bathe with your love but this time he wouldn't put bleach in the tub! It's also a bonus seeing his face beam at you.

He leads you upstairs to the bathroom connected to his room. It's been awhile since you've been in here. He starts to fill up the tub, knowing that the shower head would hurt your damaged skin.

You stand there, awkward. You want to say something, anything. Mainly you want to say his name, but fear prevented you from doing so.

The last time you said his name was when you were trying to tell him to love him. He cut you off saying how you weren't allowed to soil his name with your filthy mouth. He scrubbed your mouth out with a bar of soap after.

"H-hey...." You can tell your voice startled him.

He sighs and looks over his should and wing at you.

"You can say my name you know."

You cant do that. You dont like the taste of the lavender soap he owns.

He notices your discomfort before speaking again. "You dont have to but I'd like it if you did."

He stops the water and starts to undress. You blush. It's been awhile since you got to see him so exposed.

You sneak glances, mainly staring at his wings. They are so beautiful in your opinion. It always amazes you how he slips his wings in and out of his shirt.

"Hehe like what you see?" You flinch and look at the ground, face burning. "Ah you can look at me if you want. I love knowing you like what you see!"

You hear the water splosh a little.

"C'mon, before the water gets cold."

You slowly start to strip, knowing if you didnt he'd come and do it himself.

You feel his eyes travel your body, leaving your skin hot and flustered. Stop. You're not allowed to feel this. You're trash, disgusting. Stop ruining his eyes.

You try to cover yourself as you walk to the tub.

"You're beautiful, you know that right?"

Liar.

He told you you'd never be beautiful.

You ignore him as you step into the tub, slowly sitting with your back towards him. You tense as his arms snake around your waist and pull you towards him, back flush against his chest.

"Please look at me... please say my name... I miss hearing your voice.."

Liar.

He said your voice was the worst sound in the world... but he was sad. He wanted to hear you. Maybe he wont punish you if you did it because he said so.

You wiggle in his grasp to turn and look at him. He had the cutest little smile as he looked into your eyes.

After a minute he gently leads your head to rest against his chest, hand slowly stroking your hair, and planting kisses on your head.

This was heavenly. He was never so gentle and caring. You must've been so good to earn this.

You decide to push it and hug him.

Hug him tightly, afraid of the pain to be inflicted on you, but you do it nonetheless. He seems startled but gladly hugs you back, almost as tightly.

You both know that this tenderness will not last, both of you only hold on tighter, afraid of the aftermath.

He uses on arm to softly clean you. You flinch everytime his hand touches you but you soon start to cherish the feeling.

Once he's done cleaning you, you slowly move from his grasp and start to wash him. Your hands shake as they gently trail down his chest and shoulders. He seems so ecstatic that you were touching him, not trying to scratch his skin off.

You hesitate to try and touch his wings but he grabs your wrist and leads it to his left wing. He laughs at how your face lights up. His feathers are so soft, so beautiful.

The two of you stay there, in that moment, holding each other.

He stands and holds you up with him. Instantly the cold attacks you and he holds you closer. He wraps you in a fluffy towel, as well as himself, and leads you to his bedroom. You stand next to the bed as he searches through the closet for clothes for you.

"Here, they're a pair of your old clothes." He holds out clothes for you to take but you refuse them.

You were even dirtier back then and you dont want to where clothes that were contaminated by past you.

"Well, what are you gonna wear?"

"Your clothes?" You freeze. You didnt mean to say that. You wish you hadn't said that. Now he'll probably force you to wear a garbage bag, he's done it before.

"R-really? I got a blue shirt, you still like blue right?" His voice was excited as he dug through his wardrobe to a smaller shirt for you.

You put on undergarments and take the dark blue shirt from his hand. It was big on you but you liked it because it smelled like him. It came down mid thigh level and had to slits in the for his wings.

As he gets dressed you crawl onto the bed. You knew filth like you didnt deserve to lay on the bed, he told you that himself, but today you were pushing your luck with everything.

"Do.... do you want to spend the night in here with me?" It wasnt an invitation for sex but to share the same room, same bed even. You eagerly nod.

You want to be held in his arms again. To feel safe and not cold and alone. He slowly sits next to you on the bed, scared to make any move. You timidly hold onto him. He gratefully holds you closer.

"I... I love you... Keigo...." He goes silent and you feel his body shudder. You look up at him and feel a tear fall onto your face. "Why....?"

"Because I've waited so long to hear you say that." He pulls you closer and holds you tighter.

Why? You tried so many times to tell him the words in your heart but he always silenced you before you had the chance. So why now?

"I love you so much (y/n)."

No.

No no no no.

That's wrong.

Why is it wrong? You're supposed to get butterflies in your stomach but all you feel is vile bubbling. Why does your name feel... so dirty coming from Keigo, your love?

Is it because..

He's dirty?

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You wake up wrapped in Keigo's arms. This should feel good but to you it just feels wrong.

You gently try and wake him, desperate to get away from him. He grumbles and rolls over. Normally he'd be awake on patrol but you guess he has today off.

You slowly slip out of bed and walk downstairs. Past you would use this chance to run but you'd never leave your love... that's what you hope atleast. Now you contemplate it.

You walk into the kitchen and look around trying to think about what to make for breakfast. You decide in eggs. You havent cooked in, what you think is, months and you didnt want to try to make anything too hard.

You crack the egg but almost all the shell ends up in the pan. You grumble and try to find the trash can. You're surprised to find it under the sink.

After throwing out the egg, you move the trash can and look at what's under the sink. There you find an abundance of cleaning products. Bleach, disinfect wipes, dishwasher tabs, vinegar, window cleaner, hand sanitizer, you name it.

But there were two things that caught your eye. Rope and rat poison. You grab both.

You hide the rope on one of the two chairs at the table and carry the rat poison to the stove.

You crack more eggs onto the pan, with fewer shells making it to the pan, and pour a generous amount of the poison in with it. You quickly hide the rat poison back and continue cooking.

You dont understand why you did it, but it just felt right.

You put the semi under cooked and burnt eggs on a plate for him. Right as you did so he runs down stairs panicked.

"Goodmorning Keigo!" You made your voice chipper and excited to mask the gross feeling spreading through you.

Why?

He visibly calms down and walks towards you. He comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you waist, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck.

You were repulsed. He touched made you squirm, it didnt feel right. It didnt feel like heaven like yesterday, it felt toxic.

"You didnt have to make breakfast (y/n)."

You almost gag.

"I wanna get back into cooking. Here!" You hand him his plate. "I made it just for you!"

You can tell he doesnt want to eat it but you persuade him by smiling oh so sweetly. He takes it and goes to sit down.

He almost sits down on the chair that holds your plan but decides against it. Your heart hammers through your chest as you lean against the counter and watch him.

"Hehe what are you doing? Come sit with me!"

"But what if you want more? I wanna be ready to make them!" You didnt recognize your own voice. It was too happy, too coated in honey.

Keigo chuckles at your antics before taking a bite of the meal you made him.

You can tell he's repulsed but he continues to eat it as you give him a cutesy look. He finishes his plate and his face is far paler than when he woke up.

"Do you want more?" You kept your voice excited and cute to help pull off your plan.

"Uh.. No thanks..."

"Was... was it not good?" You watch as panic floods his face.

"N-no! It was delicious! I'm just not feeling well."

"Oh.. ok."

"(Y/n) what's wrong?" He tries to stand but falls to the floor due to his wobbly legs.

You cant hide your wicked smile as Keigo groans and clutches his stomach. He doesn't notice you grab the rope from the chair but he does notice that you've suddenly straddled him.

"(y/n)... what are you doing?"

"Dont say my name. You're too dirty."

You tightly wrap the rope around his neck and hands, not tight enough to kill him but tight enough to limit the oxygen intake to make sure he cant think straight. For example; he could easily cut the rope with his feathers but he's in too much pain and has to focus really hard on breathing.

"(y/n)...."

"What did I just say?"

"(y/n)...."

"If you dont listen I'll make you." You stand and collect the need tools.

You grab the bar of soap on the counter, the knife block with all the knives, and numerous cleaning products from under the sink.

It was your turn to clean him.

He watches fearfully as you grab a knife and twirl it between your fingers and straddle him again.

"All this time I thought you were so clean and pure... turns out you were the filthy one."

You stab the knife though his wing, through where you knew the bone would be. He let's out a strangled scream due to the rope.

"Shhh, or I'll cut out your vocal cords."

You grab another knife and do the same to his other wing. He screams again and you've had enough. You grab a third knife and pry his mouth open. You slowly dig the tip of the knife through his tounge and drag it out, cutting his tounge in half like yours. He let's out pitiful whimpers as he gaggles out blood. His eyes leak tears as you watch them fill with fear.

You dont blame him. You know his blood splattered onto your face, you know you were smiling like crazy, you know that tears were also falling down your face. You didnt know why that was happening.

You loved him so it hurt watching him in pain but it felt so good watching him suffer.

Next you grab a sponge and start scrubbing the stubble on his face with the rough side. He releases more pitiful sounds as he tries to move his head away. You fill your fist with his hair and slam his head back so you can finish your work.

Keigo could most definitely over power you but he cant think straight right now.

After you finished scrubbing his skin and hair off you sit back and admire you work. He looks so helpless.

"P-please..." His words strangled and barely audible.

"Ah ah ah! You should listen more." You grab the bar of soap, which still had your teeth imprint on it, and shove it in his mouth. "I hope you like lavender~!"

He gags and tries to spit it out but you only push it farther down his throat.

You grab the bottle of vinegar and slowly twist off the cap. Once off you lean in real close to his face and pry open he left eye lid. You watch as his pupil darts around in panic as you slowly pour vinegar into his eye socket. You laugh as he let's out a muffled scream.

"I dont see the point in you screaming, no one with hear you. Even if they did, why would they help something so disgusting as you? You're filthy. So dirty. No one will love you because you are disgusting garbage."

bIt was almost like reciting a script that he wrote for you in your head.

You gently kiss one of his tears, tasteing the salty and vinegary flavor. "I'll leave your other eye for now. I want you to see what I do next."

You sit up and grab the knife again. Slowly you carve into his bare chest. He never did this to you but he had threatened it.

You carve the word dirty across his chest.

You remove the knife and grab something else.

Hand sanitizer.

His eyes bulge and he tries to silently convince you no but it only encourages you. You squirt a dollop into the deep cut and watch Keigo arch his back and try to scream. You add a dollop to each letter them some to your finger tips. You slowly insert your fingers into his chest and start rubbing the sanitizer around the muscle.

His sounds of helplessness sparks so much joy within you, how could you possibly stop now?

You continue for every letter before sitting back again to say a few words.

"I do love you, just I need to make you clean. You see, I was clean from the beginning and you were trying to contaminate me. Now let me fix you."

You give him a sickeningly sweet smile before standing. You hand wraps around the bleach bottle. He watches you flick off the cap and circle him.

"Red is such a filthy color."

You pour the contents of the bottle onto his right wing, then his left. It had no effect at first but slowly the burning sensation started. You watched him try to get the bleach off his wings, but all he did was spread it. His once deep red feathers slowly start to turn pink, then white.

You step onto his gut with a heavy foot and look down at him.

"I think I'm going to have a lot of fun cleaning you, my little dove~."

Kiby~💚

[angrylizardjacket]

time’s arrow {Roger Taylor}

Anon asked: Hi, I love your roger/ben imagines so much and was wondering if you could do some angst with Roger x female, maybe they are good friends and she sees him with another. Whatever you would like! Thank you x :)

A/N: 2727 words. A story told through Seasons. I took a little bit of liberties with the prompt, if that’s okay? This hit me like a lightning bolt and I had to write it. Angst with a happy ending. (I’m just trying to show I’ve got versatility in writing, okay?)

Warnings: Implied sex.

You meet him in Spring, before it all begins, he sits up the back of your Intro to Head and Neck Anatomy lectures, the only class with open spots available by the time you were looking for a science credit. You find out he’s in a band three weeks into the first class, finally going to the local bar, sick of cramming your brain full of information you’re not even sure is necessary for your degree. He grins at you and wow okay, you didn’t even think he’d recognise you.

“You’re in, um,” he’s leaning against the bar next to you in this dimly lit pub, grabbing a drink between sets. Faltering for a moment, his eyes travel down before you clear your throat, angry at yourself for blushing, but his smile widens, “my class.” He finishes, taking a sip of his beer. You agree, rolling your eyes at him, but even that seems to amuse him. He asks your name. The guitarist is calling him over, setting up for the next set, but you tell him before he leaves. Something tightens in your chest when, later that night, he catches your eyes mid-song, his look of intense focus shifting for a moment as he grins, giving you a wink.

He takes to sitting next to you in lectures, chewing the end of his pencil and taking occasional notes in a falling apart notebook that looks as though he uses it for every class. You catch lyrics in the margins and at the bottom of some pages, but he’s cagey about that in a strange way, just says you’ll have to come to a gig to find out what they’re about. So you do.

Gigs become a regular for you, and you start to become friends with the girls who frequent the shows, often hosting predrinks in your dorm room for Mary and her friends on a Friday night. You learn on one of those nights that at least two of the girls have hooked up with him, and there’s a strange, sinking sensation in your chest. You’re not sad, or at least, you tell yourself you shouldn’t be. You and Roger are just friends, it’s not like there’s anything going on there, sure, sometimes after a really good show he’ll give you a pash, but it’s- that’s just him. 

It’s not like you’ve never thought about it, but you also know his reputation, and that it’ll do more harm than good to get involved with that. He’s the one mistake you don’t think you want to make.

It’s Summer, a few years later, when they trade in the van to get money to hire the recording studio. Roger had really loved that van, and he lay on your sofa for a solid hour grumbling about it, about how Freddie had some kind of nerve. You roll your eyes at him, call him a drama queen, which he takes offence to, but moves obligingly when you sit down, letting him rest his head in your lap.

When you raise the point that it might be worth it, he looks frankly aghast, griping about how he has to catch lifts everywhere now. He calms down somewhat when you start carding your fingers through his hair, though he still pouts.

“If it comes to it, I’ll buy you a car, you baby.” You snort, despite the fact that you’re currently barely making a living wage on some retail job, it’s not where you’d thought you’d be after university, but sometimes that’s just how it is. He looks up at you, and when you look down at him, he’s looking very intense. Perhaps he might say something poignant about your offer, you think, but instead he reaches up and pokes your nose.

“I can see up your nostrils.” He tells you, and you smack his hand away, scowling. You stand abruptly, ignoring his complaints, smoothing your pants out against your thighs.

“Come on,” you offer your hand, which he regards with both confusion and a bit of disdain, “you can’t mope around my apartment and complain about the band again. We’re going out.” That gets his interest.

You’ve been to bars with him before, and usually you go home alone while he gets the pick of the prettiest girls of the night, or he decides to wingman you, which hurts your heart a little, but you won’t decline. You were attractive in your own right, you won’t deny that, you didn’t technically need his help, but a selfish part of you likes the way the attention to you, even if it’s to help you get with other people.

Tonight is different, tonight he doesn’t leave your side, he slings an arm around you as the two of you stand by the bar watching the truly mediocre band they had on that night. 

“You know why they aren’t recording an album?” You ask as the set ends.

“Because they didn’t sell their van?” Roger mused, vaguely bitter, but not melancholy as he swirled the last of his drink in his free hand.

“No, it’s because they’re terrible.” Turning, you smile at your own blunt remark, and when he looks back at you, he’s grinning with a little disbelief. There’s very little space between the two of you, but that doesn’t make your heart race anymore, he’s your best friend, close contact was part of the bargain. But he kissed you, quickly, without warning, and when he pulls back, he turns away to order another drink like nothing had happened.

Your mind is spiralling, this isn’t post-gig excitement, this wasn’t something you were expecting. The selfish creature in your chest that you tried to deny for so long was crowing with victory. Taking a quick look around the bar, you don’t recognise anyone, though there are a few girls who look like they’d be his type- but his hand is moving to wrap around your waist as he turns back.

“What was that?” Voice quiet, you take his drink and have a sip of it yourself, the movement done from muscle memory alone. He raises his eyebrows at you, not regarding the drink, that was a usual occurrence, but at the question. He doesn’t seem to know how to answer, baffled at the question. Dropping you gaze, you take a sip of your own drink. “Why me? Why tonight?” You asked. Looking incredulous, he stepped back, looking you over.

“Have you seen yourself tonight, love? Couldn’t help myself.” You’ve heard him talk like this before, to other girls, not as blunt, but with you he can get away with it. The creature in your chest is elated, and you find yourself smiling, actually blushing. He moves closer once more, his arm around you, voice low as he spoke into your ear. “Trust me, you look very fit tonight, any man would be lucky to have a crack at you.” Heart in your throat, you hope you’re reading the situation right, at the same time ignoring the part of you that knew this was a bad idea.

“Even you?” You turned to face him, watching the way his smile shifted to a smirk, and he pulled you a little closer.

“You know I’m always feeling lucky.” 

You kiss him, feeling your blood thumping in your veins, selfish and excited in equal measure, but with his hands on you, you can’t find the focus to care about the former. 

Once the bad starts up again, Roger pulls away, making a face at them, asking if you wanted to get out of there. You do, and the two of you are elated on the quick walk back to his apartment, stopping only when he pressed you up against the wall of an closed shop to suck a hickey into the skin of your neck. You catch sight of it in his bedroom mirror, but he’s pulling off your jacket and you have better things to worry about.

It’s not weird, like you thought it would be, when you wake the next morning and he’s curled up, fast asleep with his back to you, but your chest aches just a little. He avoids eye contact over breakfast, though you chat like normal. The gripes about his van have died down, though he makes an offhand comment about things are changing that you read enough into to realise what had happened.

“You’ll always have me, Rog.” You reach across the table to take his hand, and he finally looks you in the eye, he looks so relieved, not that he’d ever say it. Afraid of losing another thing he cared about, he had panicked last night and tried to keep you close in the only way he knew how. He certainly loved you, but not in the way you wanted him to. Giving his hand a gentle squeeze, you give him a smile that doesn’t reach your eyes. It’s not his fault.

Bohemian Rhapsody airs in Autumn, you’re regional manager now, and you’re sitting in your office when you hear for the first time; you almost scream when the first harmony comes in after the radio host introduces the song.

“You’re a star, Rog!” You gush over the phone on your break, unable to wait until that night when the band was having a celebratory get-together to talk to him.

“Of course, I am, you think I sing that high to be paid in peanuts?” You can hear the smile in his words without even seeing him, and being able to hear his voice warms your heart.

“That was you?” You laugh, the ‘Galileo's playing back in your head, and you try to picture him singing it, which only made you laugh harder.

“Oi,” he bristled, indignant at your laughter, “I’m the only one with the range to execute Freddie’s vision.” You could see him in your mind now, proud and stubborn, standing tall to defend the decision.

“I’m proud of you.” Suddenly sincere, you find your smile turning to something more genuine as you think back on far he’s come.

“Thank you.” His own voice has become less animated, more sincere, though you can still hear him smiling.

“Love you, Rog.” You tell him, just as you always did when you parted ways.

“I’ll see you tonight.”

He’s grinning, draped with casual confidence in an armchair in Freddie’s living room when you arrive, and you feel like you’ve been taken back five years, the casual enthusiasm he’s exerting. Smile brightening, he stands when he sees you, striding across the room to enfold you in a hug.

“Good to see you!” He practically beams at you, holding your shoulders as he looks over you, as if assessing you, seeing if anything has changed.

“Of course, you’ve been holed up for weeks, I wouldn’t miss this for the world!” Though he’s in front of you, you’re words address the room as a whole, and when he steps back, Brian moves in to hug you as well, asking how you’ve been.

The boys are your friends, all of them, you’ve been around for most of their big band moments, and it eases something in your chest to be here for this one too. But then the ease sharply tightens as a woman you’ve never seen before sits on the arm of Roger’s chair, and he rests a hand on her thigh, smiling up at her.

Mary follows your gaze, and her smile is sad as she pulls you down to sit beside her, asking you about your thoughts on the single. You answer, though your heart’s not in it, and the selfish creature in your chest rears it’s ugly head after such a long slumber. 

The monster has shifted, changed and grown, it hadn’t cared about him running around with any pretty girl he could find for the past few years, but this was different. Roger had made it clear that he was far from sacred, but this was the band, this was Freddie’s home, this was the place of some of your happiest memories; this was yours. 

You stay well into the early hours of the following morning, despite the interloper, but Roger still stopped you at the door.

“I’m really glad you could make it, I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages.” He’s smiling at you, but you don’t smile back. It’s been a long night of being kind and pretending that you’re heart didn’t hurt.

“Well, you’ve very busy.” You shrug, punctuating it with a yawn. His expression turns confused, and you open the door.

“Y/N.” He tried to get your attention, but you left, throwing a goodbye over your shoulder to him. “Love you.” He calls through the door, but you stay quiet, refuse to say it back, just keep walking. You’re too tired to be upset, but maybe you’ll get there tomorrow.

Things change, and you’ve grown to accept that, but sometimes old aches don’t heal like they should. Or at all.

“I’m getting married.” He calls you at the end of Winter.

“Oh.”

“Oh?” 

Your relationship’s been on the mend in the years since the Bohemian Rhapsody launch night. You two smile and laugh like you had when you were younger, and you’ve learned to listen to his exploits and his gripes about women, offering your own about your partners, though they’re few and far between. He’s still your best friend, and you learn to act like it. 

“Congratulations.” Your voice is flat. It had been a shock, you’d heard about his latest on-again off-again girlfriend, and had even offered advice in certain situations, actual advice, no malice at all.

“Thanks.” He doesn’t seem to know where to go from here, and silence stretches out between the two of you.

“I should go.” You finally murmur.

“What? Why?” He spluttered, and you sighed deeply.

“Was there something else you wanted to talk about?” You asked, closing your eyes and leaning your forehead against the wall.

“I- no, but I want you to be there.” He paused. “And I wanted to be the one to tell you.” Clenching your jaw, you make a snap decision.

“I can’t-”

“Why not?” He actually sounded angry, which was perhaps warranted, though your next words shut him up.

“Because it hurts, Roger.” After a beat, your voice is quiet. “Because I love you.” Taking a breath, you let yourself relax. “I want you to be happy, but I can’t watch you marry someone else.” There’s silence for a very long moment, but you hang up before he can respond. You take the phone off the hook. You need to be alone, just for now.

“After everything, you still-?” It’s the first day of Spring, and he’s on your doorstep, seemingly unable to say the word love. You’re wearing your pyjamas and he looks like he’s just walked out of a Rolling Stone cover shoot, though he just sort of looks like that now, you supposed.

“Don’t worry about it.” You try not to betray how much his visit shocked you, or the way his very presence after your recent conversation hurt you.

“You’re my best friend! Of course I’m gonna worry about it!” He threw his hands up in the air, exasperated. Sighing deeply, he stepped forward. “I thought I fucked everything up when we hooked up, I’m sorry, I panicked.” He was looking at his fidgeting hands, rather than your surprised expression. “And then... I thought I fucked it up again when I chose the band over you.”

“You never-” You tried to protest, but he smiled self-deprecatingly.

“No, I did. I loved you, and I thought that would get in the way of the band.” Clenching his jaw, he looked up and you could see the regret in his eyes. “It was easier to fuck around that tell you I love you.” Your breath stopped in your throat as he finally walked closer. “And I thought after everything, that you deserved better; you know what I’m like, why would you-?” But you cut him off with a kiss.

“You’ll always have me.” You murmured, finally letting yourself smile. Nothing about it felt selfish, in fact, it felt as though the sun was finally shining on you, warming you from the inside out.

“I know,” he agreed quietly, wrapping you up in a hug.

[sorrelstream]

Ivypool, Hollyleaf, Thitleclaw and Bluestar?? I really want to know your opinion!

((Lets hope my html works on mobile UUUUHHH))

((Also putting in a read more bc i Ramble a Lot so its kinda long!!))

Ivypool

Do I like them?: yes!!!!! I rlly love her a lot shes a good character!!! I only read up to The Last Hope so idk how she is in AVOS and its been Years since i read any wc book (like,,7th or 8th grade SJSKKSKS) but i remember liking her a lot and she was cool in my onion

How I picture them: i imagine she looks a lot like her grandmas, Brightheart and Ferncloud! She has Ferncloud's soft/round features and ivys color palette closely resembles fern+birchs, while she also has the curled ears and short but soft fur brightheart passed on (whitewing actually had cloudtails long fur but dovewing got that skdksks) . Her gray patches also resemble brighthearts !! Her fur was smoother/softer as a kitten but during her training her fur got messier/more ruffled up 

How I would write them: uhhhh make her the lesbian we deserved....or at least if she Had To Be Het i wouldve paired her w bumblestripe (hes her age and not related 2 her) or smthn,,, anyways i heard in AVoS she and her sister are on the rocks or smthn???? Id have them repair their relationship and if dovewing wants to leave thunderclan id have ivy have a convo w her where its like. Ivy tells her she loves her and will miss her bc shes her sister but if leaving thunderclan will make dovewing happy than she supports her! Ivy and Dove have been through a lot i wish they like actually talked through their problems :"( 

Unpopular Opinion: i wouldve rather seen ivy stay single and happy on her own like mousefur than see her get paired w her cousin whos half her age . 

Hollyleaf

Do I like them?: YES !!!! ABSOLUTELY!!!! I LOVE HER!! shes one of my long time faves and i love her a lot 

How I picture them: Shes the tallest of three and shes actually the tallest cat in thunderclan (she gets her Height from grandma ashfoot whos got legs for days). Shes solid black and blends into shadows pretty well, as well as very thick heavy fur and oriental cat features (Big Ears and Long Nose nya) 

How I would write them: i would Not kill her off thats for sure !!! I also wouldve made her part of the three (maybe even replacing lionblaze bc honestly his power and arc were. Super boring) . I would have kept her alive and have lionblaze or someone die in her place too; shed be happy w her gf hazeltail

Unpopular Opinion: ppl keep forgetting that hollyleaf didnt know crow and leaf were her parents when she killed ashfur?? She killed him when she thought she was like a rogues kids so i rlly hate the "she killed him to protect a secret she revealed anyways!!!!" Bc theres a Very Severe difference between those two events! Holly was freaked tf out bc she was the result of a romantic affair that literally went against everything she believed in 

Thistleclaw

Do I like them?: not at all. I didnt like him in Bluestars Prophecy and i certainly dont like him now that spottedleafs heart dropped

How I picture them: large, muscular, with ragged and bristling fur; hes a gray classic tabby with a fair amount of white spotting and tufted ears

How I would write them: eh. This is more of a writing issue w spottedleafs heart but i rlly dont like how the erins portrayed him as a villain bc he chose the dark forest over spottedpaw and not bc of how he Literally Preyed on a child. A while ago (before SH happened) i had an au where thistle was blues brother instead of snow being her sister and like he believed the other clans were evil bc they killed moonflower and he swore vengeance on the clans and anyone who was intimate w other clan cats for betraying thunder or smthn i dont rlly like it that much anymore tho) 

Unpopular Opinion: just bc he was nice to his wife doesnt mean he was a good character. In bp he actively sought the harm of kittens and apprentices and i dont. Trust like that. Anyways jskfkek 

Bluestar

Do I like them?: oooohh shes a complicated character!!! I like her but i want 2 acknowledge that she did some. Really fucked up things??? That arent excusable djskf 

How I picture them: oriental shorthair! Shes a blue ticked tabby and i imagine her eyes closer to green than blue sjxjd

How I would write them: ohuhsjdhsj theres a lot. I rlly dont like the lostface situation eh. Also i rlly dont think she had 2 give up her kits to riverclan? She couldve said she was a surrogate for thrushpelt who wanted to raise kits (even if he had no mate) and gave her kits to thrushpelt to adopt+raise while she returned to her duties. I think she was young+didnt feel ready when she had kids and i dont rlly take her as someone who even wanted to be a mother that young

(Also if she rlly had 2 give up her kits i wouldve written it so she gave birth like near sunning rocks or smthn so that oak could just take em right away and she could return 2 thunder camp and say there was only 1 kit and they were stillborn or smthn. Mosskit rlly didnt need 2 die but whatever ksjdksjdks) 

Unpopular Opinion: uUUUHHHH i understand why ppl wouldnt like her but ppl who say shes worse than thistleclaw make me a Bit newvous.... 

[painpro]

Maedis Even and Gil every number that ends with 2

warning for drug+abuse mentions

maedis

2. Does your OC collect anything? What do they collect?

thanks to cik its sort of becoming scarves

4. What kind of clothing does your OC wear?

he basically always wears his leather armor. other than that he just prefers tight fitting clothing to be Aerodynamic , but not fashionable tho im talkin like leggings and a henley

6. What’s your OC’s favorite animal? Least favorite?

DOGS!!! LOVES DOGS!! fish bad.

8. What is your OC’s theme song?

:)

10. What deadly sin would best represent your OC?

greed

12.  How patient is your OC? How hot-headed are they?

LOL well youve all seen.... he is not very patient and gets irritated VERY easily. like hes rarely violent and can still recognize when people are his allies but he is a very very prickly guy

14. What foods does your OC like to eat? What are their least favorite foods?

good old imuran potato soup is good enough for him

16. What does your OC smell like?

pine and dog

18. What are your OC’s greatest fears? Weaknesses? Strengths?

fears: being trapped both literally and metaphorically

weaknesses: anything that has to do with being likeable or making a good impression (charisma 7.)

strengths: SNIPING 

20. If they came from their world to ours (if not already in our’s) how would they react? What would they do?

figure out the quickest and easiest way to make money legal or not

22.  What kind of student were they/would they be in high school?

dropout 

24. What is their outlook on life? What is their philosophy / what do they think in general about living?

Its Bad. he is just always prepared for the worst and if he ends up dying oh well

26. Who is the most important person in their life? Why? Who is the least important to them (that still has an impact and why?

you know...that big ol lizard that like CARES about him for SOME REASON

he doesnt like cezall at all but he did say some things at hardersfield that stuck with him

28. What kind of nervous habits do they have? Do they stim? Do they have any kinds of addictions?

he clenches and unclenches his fists when hes nervous or uncomfortable, and also bites his nails. he got over the drugs a couple years ago so right now NO good on him

30.  Do they want to get married? Why or why not? Would they ever want kids? Do they have kids? Why?

no. its just not for him. he has never seen a positive marriage and doesnt get the point of it he thinks its human bullshit. he can barely take care of himself and the idea of a little gremlin following him around calling him dad stresses him out so much and its not like he had good model parents either

32. If they could have one thing in the world, what would it be?

just like... certainty and knowing he can 100% trust someone

36. What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain?

see this is complicated. he himself would say he doesnt want anything that bad bc he has kind of developed an aggressively apathetic way of viewing things to distance himself from them so it doesnt hurt when they die or leave ... but this question also strikes me as being about ambition, and he has None, he has kind of completely given up on himself and doesnt dream about doing anything anymore so im going to say probably really nothing he does not care about anything that much yet

38. What would your character do with a million dollars?

buy himself an actual house instead of living in a harry potter broom closet in the theater

40. Your character is getting ready for a night out. Where are they going? What do they wear? Who will they be with?

i imagine cik is probably taking him out. hed wear his normal armor but before leaving as an afterthought take off his red scarf and put on the black one cik got him

42. Does your character have any scars? Where did they get them from?

made this chart for this very question

44. How does your character react/ accept criticism?

DONT LIKE THAT. usually with a “shut the fuck up” or “dont tell me what to do” he bristles a lot at that

46. Your character is given a voodoo doll of themself. What do they do with it? Do they see if it actually works?

god he would..at first be like “this is bullshit” then when no one was looking hed def try to poke it (he actually is curious about magic a little bit but would rather die than show it)

48. What were their parents like? How has that affected how they are as an adult?

hoo okay. his mom died when he was 2 giving birth to his little sister, they were left with their dad who was a hardass and super rough w maedis frequently . he always felt like both his dad and sister resented him and hey he didnt like them either and resented his sister for “killing his mom” 

basically he feels like he cnt trust anyone and believes everyone dislikes him by default , like you cant assume anyone likes you if your own family didnt

he also only has like 1 or 2 memories of his mom but theyre good and they had the same hair

50. If your character was presented with imminent and unavoidable death/fatality, how would they react? Would they try to avoid death anyways? Would they try to make their last days count?

he would get high as FUCK ex-addict be damned . hed probs get so high hed overdose and die before his death date

gil

2. Does your OC collect anything? What do they collect?

he really likes like...pressed leaves and stuff like that. cool rocks. sticks

12. How patient is your OC? How hot-headed are they?

not super super patient, but more in an annoying “are we there yet” sort of way rather than being hot headed and aggressive 

22. What kind of student were they/would they be in high school?

the kid that brings his guitar to school. hed really like bio in theory but actually is not very good at the work and does not want to dissect the frog

32. If they could have one thing in the world, what would it be?

answers

42. Does your character have any scars? Where did they get them from?

not YET.....

[little-captains-daycare]

Daycare families: Shadow Wolf

say hello to Shadow's family. wolves of multiple backgrounds. their family serial number is D-013 which they all share until they either marry or get a MAJOR repairing upgrade. from left to right we have Papi the Patrol Wolf A-709, Saul White Wolf D-013, Cero i.8 Wolf D-013, Shadow Wolf D-013, Howdy the Wolf cop A-709, and finally Star Wolf D-013. this is a family of authority, science, and nature.

Papi is Howdy's father having been her inspiration to be a police officer as he's an officer from Louisiana. he's apart of the 2nd generation of animatronic citizens. the rust, stains, holes, and broken parts are all from his years of service. Papi retired from field service when he lost his eye then retired from the force entirely when he lost a good number of important functions like bending his body, his legs, closing his jaws all the way, and turning any part of his body to look behind him. Once retired Papi became a spokes person/animatronic (kind of) for next generation animatronics in schools. When he lost wife, Howdy was in middle school at the time, he reapplied to the force to work in inventory, evidence, and vehicle repair. anything to help his daughter get a good education. now that Howdy's married n well taken cared of Papi has officially 100% retired from it all. he now stands in their house telling stories or standing on the porch (because he cant really sit down anymore) spouting random comments or mini stories in a broken up accent whenever someone comes by. he’s Cajun to better explain what kind of accent he has.

Saul is Shadow's younger brother by 1 year. his fur is bristled almost like there's a gel in it at all times. he has inherited Howdy's snowy white fur, his dad's massive metal teeth, and both of their fierce attitudes. sometimes Saul will beg to be allowed to go to Shadow's daycare but because of his aggressive personality he's denied each time. instead Saul goes to a daycare on the other side of town which is helping him curb his aggression....and to get him to stop biting people. once that stops he'll go to join his brother. he dreams of being a bounty hunter working with the police. He has no accent.

Cero i.8 is Shadow, Saul, and Star's father. he's the first generation of highly advanced machinery based on animatronics to explore the solar systems. though he wont be going to planets with harsh weather he would definitely be going to planets with toxic environments. unfortunately because Cero decided to marry an animatronic and has children he will not be sent to these planets anytime soon. instead Cero just helps with the tech, analysis, and helping with his department on their projects. he works for a group in NASA comically called NIMH (not what you think) that specializes in designing exploration robots like himself to survive the harsh terrain and weather of the more dangerous planets in our solar system or other solar systems. when Cero was released to the public he met Howdy Wolf who was assigned to be an escorting bodyguard to him and his creators. they got to know each other over the course of 2 years. then they started to date, which meant sitting and chatting during off hours, for 3 years. then they finally got married 3 months before Cero was planned to be sent into space. so much for that plan. now the 2 have 3 children and are somewhat stuck with Howdy's father which isn't a problem because Cero doesnt have parents per say. he does have one plan, though, and that is when their kids are all married or happy with their chosen lives he is taking Howdy with him to the moon. He has multiple accents because he knows many languages. currently set on no accent.

Shadow is the oldest kid. he has inherited Howdy's calming personality, his dad's analytic mind, and Papi's perky spirit. compared to Saul, Shadow is very playful yet laid back and calm. he spends most of his weekdays at the daycare hanging out with the house's dog, playing games with Andre the Basilisk, and trying to figure out how to talk to Midnight when she speaks only speaks french. during weekends Shadow hangs around his grandfather, Papi, hearing him tell stories of being an officer in the Louisiana swamps or hanging around his mom giving her as much moral support as he can. being a police officer isn't easy which is somewhat why he's so interested in it. also during the weekend he's watching over his baby sister, Star, making sure Saul's aggressive playing doesnt bother her. he's very protective of the baby-bot. Shadow loves his family and their history. he dreams of being a cop like his mom and grandfather. has a weak southern accent.

Howdy Wolf is Shadow, Saul, and Star's mother. growing up was difficult for little Howdy as her mother was an entertainer at a cow folk steak and rib joint where animatronics aren’t viewed as humans, and her father was an overworked police officer. Howdy suffers from a minor malfunction (in machine terms) making her stutter her speech and strain her systems just trying to find the word she's in the middle fo saying. when she was young Howdy struggled with her malfunction, her awkward buck teeth, and somewhat of a Mohawk of white fur until Middle School year. By that time her mother had passed away causing a change in her. she got a major upgrade but kept her family's serial number (until she was married). so now Howdy has her teeth fixed, her speech isn't 100% fixed but it's at least not as bad as when she was younger and now she has a mop of fiery red hair. from then on she worked as hard as she could to ease the burden on her father. not only that she worked to become a police officer as well. now Howdy's happily married. she has 3 children that she loves dearly. her father is retired and allowed to do whatever he pleases for once. and she is finally able to slow down but not by much. her original dream was to be a cowgirl mostly because she has a southern drawl like a southern-belle. too heavy for that though.

Star is the baby sister of Shadow and Saul. she's only a few weeks old but already has personality. Star is a small ball of peach colored fur in honor of her grandmother but she has a dark brown star marking on her forehead which was inspired from Papi. also like Papi, she has beautiful blue eyes with dark green mixed in here and there from her grandmother as well. even at her age she's showing so much personality which is adorable. playful, curious, happy, very energetic, and has more understanding to her surroundings than she lets on. though she cant talk yet Star understands words and will point to them with her tiny little barely functioning paws to tell people things. it's believed she dreams of being a chef. can only bark right now.

((this was a lot of writing. image and basics of their info will be put in the “get to know us” tab on the blog!))