#go pet a cat if you see this. or a friendly fish.

[mynamesnotdahlia]

i feel like i’m at such a. weird age

[adelheidvonschicksal]

JJK crew with Fem Reader that visits their S/O’s home for the first time and meets their S/O’s cute puppy or kitten! If you choose puppy, could you please make it a Golden Retriever? If not, then a kitten’s small meows could pierce your heart!

Yuuji + Puppy

Itadori adores animals especially dogs. He’d always pet the neighbor’s dog to and from school before coming to Jujutsu Tech. He wanted a dog himself; but between his granddad’s bad-temperedness and their financial situation, it was out of the question.

When you finally tell him you have a puppy, he absolutely can’t wait to see it. He also figures you won’t be mean like Megumi either and get mad at him for petting the puppy for a few minutes…or an hour.

Watching him coo over the pup and play fetch, it’s almost like having equally excitable puppies. It takes a gentle reminder to get him serious about the real reason you’re here to visit, which is to meet your parents.

He immediately straightens up but ends up cracking for one more pet. How can he resist when those big brown eyes are watching him and his bright golden tail is thumping happily against the floor.

Megumi + Kitten

Megumi constantly repeats to you how he isn’t really a cat person despite being a fan of animals in general and despite you teasing him about how he apparently “behaves like a cat”. Nonetheless, you reassure him that your cat will definitely be his type.

He listens as you go on about your sweet fluffball of a kitten. You tell him you’ve been taking care of her since you found her as a fresh baby almost four weeks ago. She’s a pure white powder puff with big blue eyes and the most adorable meow that will melt his grumpy heart. Megumi doubts it but not for long when he finally meets your kitten.

She’s too precious, old enough to get around on her own and hold her tail up but still young enough to waddle everywhere, tiny legs hindered by a warm water balloon of a belly, causing her to occasionally take tiny stumbles toward him as she meowed for human attention and pets.

Megumi doesn’t think he’s ever met a cat this friendly, or one that fits and cradles so perfectly in his open hands. You’re trying your hardest to resist the urge to tease him as he offers to help you feed the kitten her bottle.

What you can’t resist is sending a picture in the group chat of Megumi and you kitten snuggled up asleep on the couch together with the caption: ebony and ivory.

 Gojo + Puppy

This man gets so excited around animals. Like Itadori, he wasn’t really allowed to have many pets growing up aside from some koi fish in the pond at the estate, which while pretty could get boring.

At first, your puppy doesn’t really like him. A tall, loud guy like him easily sends the puppy into a barking frenzy between angry and terrified. You’re sure Gojo was offended the first time the puppy rejected him, a huffy pout on his face as the dog avoided him.

He becomes a bit more playful once he accepts that the puppy probably won’t warm up to him, always teasing the pup whenever he snaps tiny teeth at him. “Oho, you think you can take on the strongest?” he remarks and goes in for the pet.

Sometimes you wonder if Gojo might actually dislike the puppy when the two get into competition for your attention, but he shrugs it off. “At least I don’t have to worry about you living alone,” he reassures you with a trademark laugh. “Hell, he’s almost as tough as Megumi’s dogs, you should let me take him out in the field.”

After that, you come to realize that Satoru might actually enjoy getting chased around by your puppy, and it isn’t long until you accept that this is how they seem to bond especially as your puppy gets older and starts to become more familiar with Satoru to the point that you think in a strange way that he likes the man more than you.

It especially becomes clear when Satoru spends the night and your big dog – no longer a puppy – decides to sleep in bed right at his feet, making you pout.

When he sticks his tongue out at you and calls you jealous, you decide that his shoulder looks really slap-able.   

Choso + Kitten

Choso is staring at your kitty with the biggest eyes you’ve ever seen on the man. You hold the sweet little gray and white tabby closer to his face, a smile a mile wide as you introduce your family member, expecting for him to return your excitement. Instead he asks, “What is it?”

“It’s a kitten,” you tell him, and he scrunches his face at the little feline with deeper interest.

It dawns on you that this may be the first time he’s ever seen one of the creatures, and you decide that he needs a crash course on pets. You quickly explain to him about cats and why people like animal companions in general. However, it isn’t until your cat reaches out, places the first little paw on Choso’s cheek, and mewls that it really sinks in to him. Smiling approvingly at the action, he takes the kitten from you.

He sits on the couch with your pet, scratching behind her ears and gently squishing her cute little pink paw pads while you head to the kitchen to make drinks. Just when you’re almost done, you hear a call of your name from the other room. You quickly come back to check on the two and notice him looking worried and plain STRESSED, like he did something wrong.

“She made a noise at me,” he explains.

“What kind of noise?”

You step closer and carefully pat the kitten’s head. She immediately stretches out and starts to vibrate and grumble with content.

“That noise.”

Chuckling, you explain. “She’s purring. It means she likes you a lot!”

“I see,” he says, relaxing with your explanation. His smile returns as he gently returns to stroking the kitten’s head with an affection you’ve only seen saved for yourself and his brother. “Purring would be too much for me to do but I like you a lot too.”

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Everybody Wants to Rule the World || Chapter 1

Agatha x Rio || Warnings: Violence, Smut for later chapters

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Chapter 1: Westview

Mr. and Mrs. Hart took their nightly walk through their lovely neighborhood in Westview. The smell of an incoming storm was in the air. It was sharp and heavy, carrying a tightness within it. Mrs. Hart happily chatted with her husband of forty years about every menial thing throughout their day, finding contentment in the comfort of their lifestyle.

In the distance, she heart a meow.

She perked up at the sound, wondering if it was a neighborhood pet who escaped. Outdoor cats were banned by the housing association for their risk to the local ecosystem. The only felines allowed needed to be confined to a house.

“Oh, Arthur, we should-,” Mrs. Hart began.

“Absolutely not!” Arthur said, anticipating his animal lover wife’s reaction.

“Honey, don’t be so heartless. If we don’t find that cat, the animal control officers will.”

“What if it has tags?”

“What if it doesn’t? Remember when Mittens was taken? Diane had to jump through hoops to prove she was hers. They were a week away from putting that poor cat down!”

Arthur let out a heavy sigh. He knew that if they didn’t at least try and something happened to the cat, his wife would lose respect for him.

“Alright, let’s go,” he said.

Mrs. Hart visibly relaxed, giving a grateful smile to her husband. They set out to look for the animal. She cooed and made kissy noises to lure her out. They did not have to look far. Clear blue eyes glinted with moonlight. The white, long-haired cat sauntered out from a bush.

Mrs. Hart knelt down, baby talking to the cat as her husband noticed something on the pavement. Paw marks. Red paw marks. Mrs. Hart petted the friendly cat’s head before her eyes dropped to its legs. The bottoms were soaked in blood.

“Is she hurt?” she wondered aloud, carefully taking a paw and checking the pad.

“Any scratches?” her husband asked.

“None,” she said, looking up at him with her face draining of color.

“She’s Herbert’s, right?” he asked.

“Yes. Mittens,” she said, looking at the cat’s stained feet.

“Stay here,” he said.

“Arthur, wait! It might not be safe!” She said.

“Someone might be hurt in there. I’ll be okay,” he said, waving her off before thinking better of it, “If I’m not back in five, call the cops.”

Arthur walked up to the green front door, knocking on it before it slowly creaked open. He leaned in a bit to call out with his feet firmly planted in the doorway.

“Herb? We found your cat… you okay?” he listed for a minute, “Herb?! I’m coming in, so no need to ‘stand your ground’, okay?”

He carefully crept in. The house was completely silent and still. Shadows engulfed a leather sectional, mounted fish, and dozens of other items that made it clear the place hadn’t known the touch of a woman for quite some time. He looked around, seeing nothing out of place in the living room. Even though it was early in the evening, every light was switched off. Arthur hoped that he was just out at a friend’s place… and happened to keep his front door ajar. He heard a floorboard creak from the staircase.

“Herb! You here?”

He hurried to the stairwell and was met with nothing. He began climbing up before hearing a few muffled steps in the kitchen. He froze for a moment before walking back down. His heart thudded against his chest at the thought of what he would find. Perhaps his wife had been right.

He hoped against hope that he would find his neighbor of fourteen years puttering around his place, exhausted after a long golf game. After a few slow steps, he opened the kitchen door. The screen door to the outside squealed shut. The crackling of the autumn leaves sounded, only to grow distant as rain began to fall. Whoever had been there was now gone.

Rather than give chase with his bad hip, Arthur returned to the bottom of the stairs. He could just stop now. He could just call the police and have them check, but how would that make him look? The steps could’ve been a branch knocking against the wall. The door could’ve been opened and shut by the strong gusts of wind that were starting to kick up. He refused to be some loopy old man who overreacted to a strange situation.

Taking a deep breath, he ascended the stairs to the second floor. He was about to call out again, but knew it would be redundant given that Herb hadn’t answered before. Instead, he walked to the end of the hallway, passing pictures of Herbert’s late wife, their daughter, and their various pets throughout the years. His life had whittled down to just him and a cat now.

Time seemed to stretch as Herb reached for the doorknob. He finally turned it, revealing the fate of his neighbor. The stains that decorated the wall were angry and long from a violent struggle.

The dim streetlights outside illuminated the horrifying tableau. Frames on the wall were tilted or broken on the floor with smeared crimson streaking across them. A mahogany nightstand had been kicked over, leaving the lamp atop it in pieces. The forest green curtains had been torn down during whatever took place with dark stains where someone had clung to them. The rod they hung on was crooked against the wall after being yanked down.

The curtains unfortunately did not save Arthur from seeing the full extent of what Herb had endured in his final moments. He was sitting up on the floor by the window, his head tilted back and his mouth stretched open. His hazel eyes were bulging out, fixed on the ceiling above as if he were frozen in fear.

His body had been savagely vivisected. His chest and stomach had been cut. The cut was long, traveling down from the bottom of his belly up to his diaphragm. Whoever cut into it was messy. Several slices formed the wound as if the killer either didn’t have the care or the tool to completely open someone up in one go. They had grabbed each side of the cut and pulled it apart, opening his body to show Herb’s inner workings. It looked more like he had been attacked by an animal than a human being.

Arthur stood there dumbly, his brain refusing to process how this man he knew for over a decade was suddenly turned into nothing more than meat. He was jolted out of his stupor by a voice sounding from the front door.

“Arthur?! Are you alright?” his wife called.

“STAY DOWN THERE!” he bellowed.

“Why? What’s ha-“

“Call the police!”

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Agent Harkness downed a black coffee on the way to her next assignment. The bitter taste made her cringe, the grounds loose in there from her broken coffee maker. She had been called to a scene an hour and a half away following an urgent request by a small town chief who understood how in over his head he was. The town was one she had never heard of. Westview sat in Connecticut between Wilton and Ridgefield. Since it was a single killing in a single town, she would only be aiding the local police, so she figured it would be an easier situation than traveling states away. It especially helped that it was less than ninety minutes away from Longmeadow. For someone in her profession, that was a reasonable commute.

The neighborhood surrounded the taped off yard of Herb’s home. The neighbors craned their necks, trying to catch a glimpse of what was happening. Despite their supposed care of the dearly departed, they still had that morbid curiosity shared by humanity as a whole.

She stepped past the perimeter and into the yard. While it had been Westfield’s first murder since the seventies, Agatha had to admit that the local cops did well in securing the scene. She walked up to the front door where a man with an aggressive mustache greeted her.

“Agent Harkness? Hello, I’m Chief Jones,” he said.

“Hey, Chief. Nice to meet you. So, we have an intruder homicide here?”

The Chief nodded, shifting his weight uncomfortably. Despite his position, he had a self consciousness about him. Agatha was shorter in stature, but commanded any room she was in with a confident attitude. The two of them looked like a combined contradiction.

“…Could you take me through the scene?” she asked dryly after a few silent moments passed.

“Oh, right, sorry…” he sputtered out, stepping inside and guiding her up the stairs.

Agatha took in every minute detail she saw. Nothing was disturbed. Every frame was perfectly balanced. There were no signs of a struggle, no busted doorframe, no broken windows. The door was ajar, but the lock was in tact. The surgical precision of the break in was all a sharp contrast to the bloody scene in the bedroom. Even with everything Agatha had seen in her line of work, she was still stunned for a beat by the unexpected brutality of the kill. Maybe she hadn’t completely numbed herself to the darkness of the world.

“Geez… look at these cuts…” Agatha said, kneeling down.

Chief Jones winced and looked away, unable to keep his eyes on the carnage. Agatha, however, pushed through her own discomfort by treating it all like a puzzle. She leaned in, squatting just far enough to preserve any evidence on the body. Her attention was drawn to the jagged edges of the wounds

“This killer hated this man,” she muttered.

“Uh… How’dya figure?” the Chief asked.

“Look here,” she said, forcing him to face Herb.

He gagged before regaining composure. Agatha rolled her eyes. She took a pen out of her pocket and used it to point out the discoloration surrounding the wounds.

“See the swelling here? Only living tissue develops edemas like this. You can also see marks of active bleeding down the entire path of the injuries.”

“So… he was-“

“Alive through the entire thing.”

“Shit…”

“I know. This killer wanted him to suffer.”

They both straightened up, standing and facing each other.

“Did he have any enemies?” she asked.

“Herb? No. He was just a nice guy. Never bothered anyone.”

“Heard that before.”

“What?”

“Nothing,” she said with a shake of her head, “He definitely made at least one enemy. I would say it was a hired killer, maybe a business dispute, but this seems more personal than that. No professional would be this… emotional.”

“Someone who can do things like this can’t have feelings or regular emotions, can he?” the Chief asked.

“Rage is an emotion. A pretty strong one,” Agatha said before leaving to examine the rest of the house.

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Agatha made the long drive home while on the phone with her boss. She felt spent after not only seeing such a horrible scene, but also trying to keep an inexperienced police force calm while handling their first major crime.

“I don’t know how well this case is going to go if it all falls on them,” Agatha said.

“Well, that is why you are there to help. Keep them on track. If there are more victims across state lines, then you can take it off of their hands. In the meantime, be a resource.”

“Lilia, they have no idea what they are facing with this guy. The scene was…”

“Was what? You sound shaken.”

Agatha sighed, biting her thumbnail while resting her elbow on the driver’s window sill.

“It reminds me of Englewood,” she said.

“Oh, dear…”

There was a long silence on the other end of the line. Agatha began to drift off into her thoughts again until Lilia’s voice cut through.

“How similar is it?”

“The method of killing is different. A knife as opposed to blunt trauma, but something about it…”

“How about the victim?” Lilia asked.

“Elderly male.”

“The other was thirty six.”

“I know, I-“

“Agatha, I know you have your hunches, but I am failing to see a connection.”

“It was a perfect scene apart from the body itself. I mean… nothing disturbed or left behind. No prints, no hair, not even a discernible footprint. Everything was so skillfully done… except the kill itself.”

“Was the victim a mark?”

“I don’t know. It was so much more brutal than a hitperson would bother with.”

“Perhaps he was paid to torture him beforehand?” Lilia posed.

“Not like this. This body was hacked to pieces. He wasn’t tortured in the typical ways done by hired hands. The pursuit and escape were smooth and planned. The unsub left no fingerprints or DNA behind as far as we have found. But, the murder used excessive force and emotional drive. They allowed for a struggle that left blood everywhere. They didn’t try to hide the body or clean the room even though their own tracks were completely covered. It was a chaotic kill, but not an unplanned one.”

“So, disorganized during the kill but an organized killer in every other way?” Lilia said uncertainly, “And you think this could be someone who knew him? If it was, it is unlikely the same person killed someone states away in the same manner.”

“Maybe. I just feel like they must be linked. Maybe he doesn’t know them personally… maybe he hates them for what they are. Like how some killers hate mothers and kill older women, or hate their ex girlfriend and kill someone who looks like her.”

“Similar ages and types of people. These two… a young dentist and an old retiree? I don’t know, hun. It seems like a reach. You need more.”

“I know. I’ll let ya know if I have it,” she sighed.

“Agatha?”

“Yeah?”

“Get some sleep.”

Agatha let out a small laugh through her nose before hanging up. She mentally thanked the universe for the sleeping pills waiting for her at home.

Once she pulled into her garage attached to her ranch style house, she turned her car off. She got out, pressing the button to close the garage door and kicked off her boots. She could hear the soft noises of her pet through the door before she walked inside. Agatha smiled at the black and white rabbit waiting for her in an oversized enclosure she had built for it.

“Hello, Señor Scratchy!” Agatha cooed, her voice taking on a tone that only the rabbit would ever hear from her.

The rabbit jumped around happily like a kernel of popcorn at her arrival. She opened his enclosure and picked him up, hugging him close. She carried him as she checked the house. In her line of work with her own personal history, Agatha could never relax before checking every dark corner of her home.

She returned to the living room with him, setting him down on the floor to explore. She wandered into the kitchen while rolling her neck, groaning as it popped. She took the bottle of pills from a cabinet and took one out. She nearly reached for the wine, but could just imagine her friend Wanda scolding her about mixing the two. That woman was the only person apart from Lilia who could be that motherly toward her without getting an earful. Maternal figures had left such a bad taste in her mouth throughout her life.

She opted for water instead of wine and washed the baby blue sleeping pill down. She felt her thoughts beginning to blend together as it started to take effect. She was swaying on her feet by the time she was brushing her teeth. She watched as shadows seemed to shift in the room. One passed by the window and stopped for a minute, the dark outline falling over Agatha. She turned around and it moved away. Occasional hallucinations were a symptom of the medication, she reminded herself. It did little to ease her mind.

She squinted her eyes to see a soft outline of the word “hi” rubbed into the fog on her window, revealed by the frosty temperature drop outside. She shook her head, convinced it was her mind drifting to sleep before she had reached the bed. She clumsily stripped her clothing off, flinging each article in a different direction. She face-planted into her pillow before sinking into her mattress.

The next morning, she was jerked out of a deep sleep by her screeching alarm clock. She groaned, her limbs feeling heavier than usual. The meds had done their job almost too well. She stumbled to the bathroom with her eyes still closed and sat down on the toilet. As she peed, she looked up at the window and remembered the message from the night before.

After flushing, she looked at the pane of glass that was stippled with the morning dew. Instead of “hi” was a spot that looked like it had been wiped off by someone’s sleeve.

She rolled her eyes and smirked, knowing it was likely one of Wanda’s kids who often snuck into her backyard. They would write messages in chalk or the snow to say hello to Agatha when she was away for work. It was very sweet and meant more to her than she cared to admit.

A question of why Billy or Tommy had wiped it away flashed in her mind, but it was shooed away as she tripped over her bunny.

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“Where’d you get a black eye?” Chief Jones asked as she walked into the station.

“Where’d you get that stain on your shirt?” she calmly snapped back.

He looked down at his white shirt, noticing a few drops of brown from his coffee.

“Damn it…” he muttered, dabbing at it with his tie as if that was any better.

“So, were the witnesses interviewed?” she asked, sitting herself in a chair by his desk.

“Yeah. Sharon…”

“Who’s Sharon?”

“Uh, Mrs. Hart. She’s the wife of the man who found Herb,” he said as Agatha nodded and motioned for him to continue, “She told her husband, Arthur, to help her find a loose cat. The cat was Herbert’s. Mr. Hart approached the house. He didn’t see anything out of the ordinary in the house… apart from-“

“The corpse in the bedroom-“

“Uh, right. He found the front door open and went inside.”

“Which is when he found him,” she droned on, making an impatient circling motion with her hand.

“Actually, no.”

“Oh?”

“He heard something first. Someone in the kitchen. He went to see what it was and saw someone fleeing the scene.”

“What details did he give about the killer?” she said, sitting upright with more urgency.

“Uh… he said he didn’t see them. He saw the door close and heard his footsteps.”

“Damn…” she muttered before perking up again, “Wait… he was there and the killer just ran off?”

“Yeah, luckily.”

“Huh… the killer was really only there for Herb…” she wondered.

“I guess so. What does that mean?”

“I don’t know yet,” she muttered, “And his daughter?”

“Pepper? Oh, they don’t talk much.”

“Why not?”

“Eh, loss changes families. Y’know?”

“I do…” she said quietly before clearing her throat, “So they’re estranged, then?”

“Mhm.”

“Have you reached out to her?”

“She’s been notified. She said she doesn’t have interest in any of this.”

“Really?” Agatha asked with an arched brow, “Do we know where she was that night?”

“Yes. She was on the other side of the country vacationing in the Hamptons.”

“Wow… A rich alibi for a rich woman.”

“Yeah, she ended up working at a pretty big ad agency.”

“And she won’t fly back for her dead father? Herb must’ve done something to drive his only child away like that,” she said.

“Like I said, loss changes people.”

“Not like that, it doesn’t. Not so much that you don’t cut your vacation short if they get murdered,” she said, thinking back to when her own mother passed, “No, there is something deeper. Do you think she was abused?”

“By Herb?! No, the guy was a teddy bear. He was always so proud of her. He’d never do anything to her.”

“Thing is, Chief, a lot of people who terrorize their families seem like harmless people.”

“I knew the guy. No drinking issues, no bar fights, no cheating on his wife. I don’t think he ever even got a speeding ticket.”

“And Pepper?”

“What about Pepper?” Jones asked.

“Was she also a rule follower?”

Chief Jones hesitated a bit before saying, “Well, every kid goes through a rebellious phase.”

“And what did hers look like?”

“Just the usual stupid teenage mistakes. Getting drunk, caught with pot, fights with girls at school…”

“She got into fights?”

“Yeah. She would get pretty scrappy in the locker room when she was on the soccer team.”

“A temper issue?”

“Something like that. Girls fighting over a boy. Typical. Tale as old as time,” he said.

Agatha fought every instinct to bristle at that comment.

“Which boy?”

“Tony,” he said with a grimace.

Agatha took note of his reaction, unaware that the man was capable of showing such vitriol for one of his neighbors.

“Tell me about him.”

“Well, if you think Pepper was rebellious, he made her look like a saint. He was a bit of a heartbreaker. He was this little rich brat who would hold these wild parties and…”

“And what? Partying isn’t worse than fist fighting other students.”

“Well… Pepper always had bruises on her when she dated him. Herb hated him. Hell, I hated him. Everyone tried to reach her, but she never pressed charges.”

“Sounds like Tony had a reason for a grudge. When did they break up?” she asked.

“They didn’t. He’s with her in the Hamptons. Married for over twenty five years.”

“Geez. I’ll have someone look into their finances. If there’s anyone who could afford a hired gun, it would be them. I need to talk to them.”

“They aren’t answering any questions.”

“Tell them the FBI wants to speak with them. That usually lights a fire under people’s asses.”

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“Tony STARK?!” Lilia yelled over the phone.

Agatha flinched at the reaction.

“Yes, that Tony,” she said.

“You had better be sure to tread lightly here. This is a powerful and litigious family.”

“I always tread lightly.”

“Agatha, you tread with the weight of an elephant in steel-toed boots. Be. Smart,” Lilia scolded.

“I will be! I just need to look at them. They are the strongest leads we have right now. Like you said, they are rich and powerful, which means they have the resources to get away with murder. They also have anger issues and a grudge against our victim. Now, either Pepper is hiding something about why she wouldn’t speak to her father or her husband isolated her from him on purpose. Either way, we need to explore this.”

“Agreed, as much as I hate to say it. Ugh, there is going to be so much paperwork. I will try to get a warrant for the finances AFTER you speak to them.”

“That could give them the warning they need to move things around!”

“If they are masterminds who plan murders, they have already done that. This will go much better if you get an interview with them.”

“Fine. I will do everything possible.”

“Good. Call them.”

Lilia hung up and Agatha huffed out a breath. She retrieved their numbers and called them all, only to be sent to different answering services. She left messages with each one.

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After going through every detail of what they had, Agatha forced herself to leave for the day. She drove the hour and a half to Longmeadow while listening to a podcast and stopped off at the 24hr gym a few miles from her house. It wasn’t the fanciest gym, but it was the only one that was open after she worked half the night or when she couldn’t sleep.

She took her gym bag out of the trunk and walked inside, a handful cars surrounding her in the parking lot as the streetlights turned on. She changed into yoga pants and a sleeveless tee that hung loosely around her muscular form. She brought her bottle, put in her earbuds, and got onto an elliptical. As she exercised, she scanned the gym to take stock of her surroundings. She had made a habit of memorizing the people around her.

A mother and teenage daughter were on the other ellipticals, seemingly competing with one another in a friendly manner. There was an old woman on the exercise bike. Two high school boys were spotting each other on the bench, pressing weights with terrible form. She was watching them closely when a woman next to her got onto the treadmill.

She seemed younger than Agatha’s fifty three years. This woman was either in her late thirties or early forties. She had dark hair and prominent brown eyes. The irises were nearly black. Her mid length hair was pulled up into a ponytail that bounced as she ran. She definitely worked out. Though slender, Agatha could see abs and lean muscle given the sports bra and shorts she wore.

She looked away the moment she was caught staring, swallowing as she moved a little faster, pressing a button to raise the machine’s resistance.

She heard a muffled voice close to her. She looked around before her eyes fell on the woman next to her. Agatha tapped her earbud to pause it and took it out. She must have looked annoyed since the other woman looked apologetic.

“Oh, sorry! I didn’t know you were listening to something,” she said.

“Oh, no, it’s fine,” Agatha nearly stuttered out, “Uh, did you need the machine?”

“Oh, no,” she said, lightly panting as she jogged on the treadmill, “I’m new here and just wanted to introduce myself. I’m Alison.”

Agatha normally hated socializing with anyone outside of her tight friend group. Her resting bitch face normally warded people off. This woman seemed unaffected, though. That alone interested her.

“Agatha,” she said.

“Both A names. Weird coincidence,” Alison said with a smirk.

“I mean, maybe,” she said.

Agatha needed a plan of escape if this woman started talking about fate or, even worse, astrology. It was bad enough that Lilia used her birth certificate in her file to do her charts. She didn’t need someone else telling her that she was anxious or upset because “Your 8th house is in Saturn” or whatever the fuck.

“Yeah, I guess that’d be more impressive if our names started with X or something,” Alison joked, “Did you just get out of work?”

“Why do you ask?”

“Just curious… also, you’re wearing a watch.”

“Why does a watch give that away?” Agatha asked.

“The only people who wear watches are old or in a job where they can’t always be on their phone. Unless it’s a smart watch, people normally don’t carry them around.”

“Huh… forgot it was on,” she said, undoing the thick, men’s silver watch and slipping it around her water bottle.

“What do you do for work?” Alison asked.

“I’m a law enforcement officer,” she said.

“Oh, so the enemy, then,” Alison said, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Sorry?” Agatha asked.

“I work at a nonprofit that works with victims of police violence and I organize protests on the side. A lot of your boys in blue have caused their share of trouble.”

“Ah… yeah, I’m not one to defend dirtbags like that. I’m also not in blue. I’m a federal agent.”

“Ooh,” Alison said, clearly pretending to be impressed, “DEA? ATF? Immigration? What sort of people do you go after?”

Agatha scoffed at the baiting this woman was doing. While she was fully aware at the massive flaws in the system, she also didn’t appreciate being lumped in with all of the corruption due to her job title alone.

“Murderers. I work in homicide,” Agatha said tersely.

“FBI. Okay, I actually am impressed.”

“So glad to have your approval,” Agatha muttered, looking ahead as she kept exercising.

Alison sighed and said, “Hey, I’m sorry. That was really hostile. I’ve been told I can come off a little strong sometimes.”

Agatha slowed down and looked at her for a beat.

“Same,” Agatha said, “And that I’m off putting and too blunt, so I guess we have that in common.”

Instead of being offended like most people would, Alison let out a full body laugh. A small smile settled on Agatha’s face as well.

“I like you, Agatha,” she said.

“Thanks… you’re not terrible either,” she said, avoiding eye contact.

The two exercised quietly, only talking a bit during water breaks. Agatha appreciated how sarcastic and self assured Alison was. She also caught herself sneaking a few peeks at her while she ran. She couldn’t deny a slight attraction.

After an hour and a half later, the two of them made their way to the lockers. Agatha took her bag and slung it over her shoulder.

“You’re not showering?” Alison asked, already taking her shoes off.

“No, I live really close by.”

“Oh, well, I hope I see you later!” she said, “Never thought I’d want to spend time with a cop— well, Federal Agent.”

“I never thought I’d want to spend time with a bleeding heart, but here we are,” Agatha retorted.

“Bleeding heart? You make me sound soft,” Alison said with fake offense, dropping her register to a goofy creepy voice, “No, I have a tough, black heart.”

“A bleeding black heart?”

Alison laughed again, winking at her. Agatha knew from the warmth in her cheeks that she was blushing.

“See you around, Black Heart,” Agatha said.

“See you around Officer,” Alison teased before walking deeper into the locker room.

Agatha found herself smiling as she walked back to her car.

Fic Masterlist

[thekeeperof-thefandoms]

How they react to finding out you're an animal lover

Based on the actual Zoo's worth of pets, I acquired.

Let's assume somehow there's a scenario where the Hazbin Characters are able to see your life on earth, to review what might have gotten you sent to Hell. As far as most of them were concerned, you may have been chaotic, maybe you jumped to violence quickly (it's Hell though so defending yourself is important), maybe you drank or used drugs or slept around, but not to an extent that would warrant Hell.

And it's not that you aren't capable of being friendly or nice, but you're always wary of new people. You seem uncomfortable in large groups and tend to stick to people you know and unfortunately have Resting Bitch Face, so aren't very approachable.

So imagine their reaction to seeing your life and noticing from a young age your obsession with animals. You watched Animal Cops instead of Cartoons as a kid (and boy, your little brain sure got creative when imagining how best to punish [torture] animal abusers. Even Alastor's impressed by the level of violence). You begged and cried for a pet your whole childhood and did your best with the fish you got or the guinea pigs, though poor misinformation from adults and lack of proper husbandry being available in easily accessible media meant that your setups were....lackluster. And boy did you literally sob over that as an adult.

Every animal you met, horse, snake, cat, dog, rabbit, rodent, lizzard, frog, fish, they were all met with the brightest smile, a gentle cooing voice, happy baby talk, you getting on their level to coddle and and pet. The total opposite of your response to people.

Alastor

He's never been a big fan of dogs, especially after his death. But watching you with the numerous dogs you owned, the bond you shared with them, how they weren't perfectly trained but you tried so hard, and they all lived such long happy lives, he thinks he would have tolerated it. Especially your first dog, a small yappy thing that was wonderfully trained to do many tricks using just hand signals. Watching you shut down, breaking into billions of pieces when that dog died is probably the closest his smile has come to dropping.

Cats though, Alastor adored cats and you, despite being allergic, took in every feline in need. Even ones with health issues. You shelled out your hard earned cash left and right and the once ratty, crusty, scrawny, timid, strays blossomed into sleek, healthy, playful cats. He's going to laugh at all the curse words that arise from the various shenanigans that come with owning cats though.

As for your snakes, he's not phased. He isn't particularly fond of them, but he isn't scared either. But he could listen to you gush for hours about genetics, morphs, breeding, and proper set ups. He liked your bearded dragon though. Would get one for you if he could.

His favorite though was your rats. The quartet of rodents that were as smart as human toddlers and as likely to get in trouble. Watching you build and construct cardboard play structures, teach them tricks, feed them all sorts of fruits, veggies, meat, grains, insects. The constant cleaning and remodeling of their cage to entertain them. Oh you clearly adored them. Especially since they lived longer than their average 4 year expectancy by a whole year, with the exception of one rat that had been born ill but he still lived to by nearly 3!

All in all he just thinks you're precious, is amused by your entirely sincere and intensely violent response to abusers, and admires your caring nature and dedication (it reminds him of his ma, working hard to shell out every penny to ensure he thrived). He's probably considering getting you a pet.

Charlie

Heart eyes! You're so soft and cuddly with your pets! So patient with them, even when they're still adjusting, scared and prone to biting. You take every bite, scratch, hiss, growl, and in cases like snakes and turtles musking, in stride. Sure you flinch but your tone stays calm, you relax quickly, adjust your approach.

The way your eyes water and light up when the black cat with a stiff limp and crusted eyes, and swollen cheeks finally approaches you instead of hiding behind the water heater in your basement after you managed to trap it in indoors melts her heart. The way you have to visibly control yourself when you pet it for the first time and then finally lift him into your arms to take upstairs where the heat works and you aren't relying on a space heater and old blankets to warm him.

She's not thrilled about your violent tendencies, but they also remind her of Vaggie. Your protective and have strong feelings about injustice and she admires that.

She's definitely asking you to watch Kiki more often.

Angel Dust

Another proud pet parent! He gets you. Animals are so much easier than people. He loves watching you dress your pets that would tolerate it and take them to get pictures done, sending them to family members like you would send pictures of your kids. And hey, they essentially are! He's gonna ask you to dress up Fat Nuggets with him and do a photo shoot!

He's not a fan of rodents, but you're rats, and the hamsters were cute. He thinks he'd be ok with them if he met them, may even enjoy them.

Really liked watching your fish tank though once you got older and had more understanding and were able to set up a proper one. Even when things went wrong like algae blooms, fish fighting, your $35 betta beaching itself on your crabs basking platform, you were determined, and eventually you get a nice little live planted tank going that's mostly self sufficient and some fish that breed. You never quite mastered the algae issue, but it never overran your tank again, so he considers it a win. It's just cute watching you try so hard and dedicate so much time too it.

Lucifer

You're literally his spirit animal. He would rather be around animals than people, too. And honestly, you're right, animal abusers are the worst and he's probably taking notes from you on fitting punishments. He is trying to be more active as a ruler of Hell now.

He thinks you're incredibly smart for learning and memorizing so much about animals at such a young age and that you learn more as you get older, keeping up with proper care techniques. Kinda shocked you didn't become a vet, but also gets it. He doesn’t think he could handle having to let an animal down either. Or deal with stupid owners.

Gets heart eyes when he sees your obsession with snakes and is genuinely sad for you when your small collection of them dies off. Reptiles are hard, even professional keepers can have snakes die for seemingly no reason, so it's not anything you did, but it still sucks that within a 16 months you lost both your corn snakes and then a 8 or 9 months later your ball python.

He's the Serpent of Eden so anytime you had a snake draped around her neck, coiled around your wrist or arm, anytime they slithered under your shirt or up your pant leg while holding them is giving him inappropriate ideas. If you're someone with sensory stim needs and you loved the feeling of snake scales on your skin he'll offer to be one for a while (he's gonna go in your shirt and probably just coil around your waist or your chest, maybe rest his head on your shoulder peeking out of your shirt, blepping).

He's also sad that you can't see your beloved pets now since you're in Hell and it makes him even more bitter towards Heaven. Your beloved pets deserved to be reunited with an owner who gave them everything they could and you deserved to see the furry little wonders that got you through your darkest times. He can't imagine how much pain you were in when you realized you wouldn't see them again.

Is determined to get you a pet and find a way to reunite you with yours.

Husk

Was never big on pets before, but he thinks yours are cute. He may let you pet his ears more often now and be more comfortable purring around you. If it helps you feel better since it's obvious you miss your little furballs.

The entire time they're watching your life play out your eyes are glued to your pets, eyes misty, and smile adoring. It's more of a highlights reel so you're constantly babbling over it telling story after story. You mention how pissed you were tattoos didn't show up when you died because you had every pet you ever owned's (with the exception of ones you had really young), pawprint tatted on you when you died, staring with the rat tail and feet at your ankle and the top of your foot all the way up your leg, hip, side, so many of them it looked like a zoo walked across your body.

He misses having that kind of enthusiasm and devotion to something and admires you for being able to so deeply love and care for your pets despite what you've been through.

He maybe feels a little inspired himself to open up a bit more.

Vox

He grew up when a wife, two kids, a dog, and a white pickett fence was a standard, but you go beyond that. Animal care has gotten so much more detailed since he was alive. Aside from his sharks, especially Vark, he doesn’t really know much about pets, though.

He loves your commitment to trying to keep a fish tank, but he is going to critique you. He probably will get you one and help you set it up, a nice, moderately sized 50 gallon. It's something you two can bond over.

Watching you step between two dogs about to get into a fight because their owners were drinking at the dog park and didn't pay attention nearly gives him a stroke though. But you effortlessly snag an 80 pound mutt and lift them up and pivot, using your arms and legs to corral that dog back towards the fence and keep yourself between them while someone else snags the other dog. Once both dogs can't see each other anymore and you have effectively redirected their attention to the treats you brought, using a stern, sharp voice to direct it to sit, the dogs settle. He can visibly see you seething as the guy gets up, uncaring, and leashes his dog to leave the park.

Also thinks it adorable when watches you pull over and dart across a highway to get a turtle out of the road. Or to get a baby bird out of the street once it's been pushed from the nest. Watches you circle back to watch dogs you see wandering the neighborhood to see if they're lost. You approaching gently and sweetly, not even remotely upset when they startle and you nearly get bit. You apologized to the dog for spooking it.

Really, he just thinks you're cute and have no self-preservation and doesn't think a dog or cat would do well in the tower, but lizzards and fish are ok, and you two bond over the fish tank.

Valentino

So if that whole thing about him getting one of the little insect dogs and then shooting it within a day thing is still canon, he's probably lowkey afraid for his life right now. There's just something about watching an year old version of you say you might wanna be an animal cop so you can shoot bad people with such a serious face. Listening to teenage you threaten two boys who had joked about pouring chemicals on a cat with jamming an anti-freeze bottle down their throats and water board them with it. Or offer to toss puppy mill breeders in a cage too small, no ac, no heat, no food, no water, naked and in their own filth while walk by them every day. He can't even repeat the threats you made against dog fighters or cock fighters. He's pretty sure Satan, prince of Wrath himself, is scared of you. How does a 13 year old come up with shit that twisted?! Like maybe you're in Hell for a reason you fucking psycho.

But! Assuming that's not true, I think Valentino wants to be a cat person. He thinks they're elegant and fashionable. But watching yours he realizes if you're lucky they're snuggly, mischievous, trouble makers who even without trying can and will fuck shit up. If you're not lucky, their terrorists that get into everything, bite you for attention then run off when you pet them, get hair everywhere, are literally so fucking messy, and somehow are both incredibly smart and incredibly stupid. Like smart enough to open doors and drawers and plastic treat containers, dumb enough to run into a window or jump in the dryer.

Honestly, he is shocked to learn that he's a snake/rodent kinda guy. Literally, the snakes are so pretty, have such smooth textures, and yeah, they can be derpy, but he thinks they're kinda hot. Like the image of you, the four-foot ball python draped around your neck and chest. Or some of your bigger five and six foot snakes. He likes the idea of maybe doing like a naked photo shoot with the snake wrapped around you. (HE AND LUCIFER SHOULD NOT SHARE KINKS BUT HERE WE ARE).

Personality wise, hyper, gets into things he shouldn't, bored easily, needs attention or gets depressed and stressed, too smart for his own good but too dumb to get himself out of trouble. This man is a rat/ferret. Whatever irony made him a moth demon is dumb. He would have adored the little fuckers. Maybe not by himself, he doesn’t have the time or attention span to dedicate to them alone, but with your help caring for them and playing with them, he'd be great.

In general I don't think Val is the kinda of person who would get a pet for himself or should have one, but if you're helping and it makes you happy he'll do it. He got Angel one after all.

[writer-in-theory]

A Cat Named Eddie — part one

part one part two part three

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Steve didn't mean to adopt a cat.

The little guy was sitting on the back patio by the pool, just staring. He was a black cat, perched on the ledge of the pool.

"Where did you come from?" Steve asked when the cat didn't spook. It just watched him, head tilting to the side a little when he got closer. There was no collar on it, nothing to signify that he belonged to anyone. He was dirty enough to suggest he was a stray and too thin around his middle. "Do you have anyone to take care of you?"

The cat blinked.

"Yeah, me either," Steve chuckled gently, reaching out to pet his head. The cat was apprehensive at first, pulling his head back and staring at Steve with wide yellow eyes. "Right, we gotta get to know each other first. Well come on, it's warmer inside, and I have food."

Steve wasn't sure if the cat would listen, but he seemed okay enough with the idea to follow Steve inside the house after all. He stayed close by Steve's ankles, not quite touching. "Food, food," Steve hissed, beginning to open up every cabinet for something that might be cat-friendly. "Oh! Cats eat fish, right? You want some tuna?"

Another blink.

"That looks like a yes to me, big guy," Steve laughed, decided to plate up a portion of a can of tuna.

The cat dug in immediately, even being so enthusiastic about the food that he let Steve sit down beside him and pet along his back. After the food was gone, the cat walked over and plopped down on the ground beside Steve, paw reaching out to grab onto his hand.

"Oh, more love?" Steve obliged, scratching at the cat's ear until he heard a gentle purr coming from it. "See, it's not so bad. You can trust me."

This was silly. What he should be doing is taking it to the nearest shelter, letting them know that it was sitting outside without any sign of belonging to anyone. He shouldn't be feeding it, petting it, oh, letting its sweet little head rest on his thigh while it slept—

"Guess I better get some supplies tomorrow, huh? You wanna stick around here?" Steve sighed, a smile worming its way onto his face as the cat relaxed against him. "You can stay. We'll take care of each other. Now you just need a name."

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Eddie's pretty sure he's going crazy.

It starts with pretty innocuous questions from the kids when Steve comes to pick them up from D&D night. "Hey, how's Eddie doing?" Max asked when Steve got out of his car, standing by the open driver's side door as if to signal he needed to take off quickly.

It's odd that Max would ask Steve that when Eddie was standing right there, but he doesn't question it.

"Steve! Is Eddie settling in okay?" That's Dustin. It's been weird after the Upside Down, having been cleared of the murder charges but still not welcomed back into the hearts of the Hawkins people (though he's not sure he ever really had a spot there to begin with). It's nice for the kids to be worried about him, but again, Steve Harrington doesn't really seem like the most knowledgeable party in the room. Sometimes, though, it's easier not to ask questions and go with it, especially with this band of hooligans.

"Did you see Steve with Eddie yesterday? He was dancing around with him, it was the sweetest thing."

Eddie didn't know if Nancy saw something that he didn't, but he's fairly certain he did not get to dance with Steve yesterday. The thought alone had him curling a bit of his hair around his finger, eyes staring at the table distractedly. The thought of having that strong body pressed against his, so close he could feel Steve's heart beating as quickly as his own, hands wrapped up in each other as they swung to whatever gentle music Steve liked to play when everyone was around.

He wished.

But it's the day he walks into Family Video and overhears Robin's conversation with Steve that does it.

"Have you gotten Eddie to sit in your lap yet?"

What.

Eddie ducks behind one of the shelves before they can see him, determined to hear what Steve has to say about it. He wouldn't call it eavesdropping, per say, especially since the conversation is about him. He has a right to hear!

"No, he'll always sit right next to me instead," Steve sighs dramatically, and Eddie can practically envision the way Steve must be draped over the center counter. "I tried to pick him up yesterday and the little fucker bit me."

Now there's a thought. Eddie could think of a few things he'd like to bite o—

"But he did sleep in bed with me! Slept right on my chest until I fell asleep. I call that progress."

Now that's just cruel. Did Steve know how many nights he'd idly thought about the same thing? How many times he'd laid on his thin pillow and wished it was Steve's fucking ex-jock pecs holding him up? Was it all some joke, a way to tease Eddie after finding out about his crush on him?

Shit, that was it. Steve wouldn't do that, right?

Except.

Except Eddie can vividly remember the day when Carol Perkins and Tommy Hagan got together, and Steve had been so relentless in his teasing that even Eddie felt some amount of sympathy for the pair. That ended the second the two turned their anger toward the freaks and geeks of the school, of course, but it had existed for a brief moment if only because of Steve Harrington's ability to hurt when he wanted to.

Well two could play at that game. If Steve thought this was funny, spreading rumors and rubbing it in Eddie's face that he couldn't have him, well, he'd show him just what he was missing.

Eddie's heart races as he grabs the nearest movie case, sidling up to the counter and trying to act like he wasn't bothered by anything he'd heard.

"Hey, Harrington," Eddie smirks, dropping the case onto the counter in a move that he hopes screamed cool, cool, cool.

Steve raises an eyebrow, grabbing the movie and beginning to process of letting him rent it. "Can't Buy Me Love? Didn't think you were the RomCom kind of guy."

"I'm not," Eddie laughs. This could not be more perfect. He hasn't seen the movie, but he's overheard Nancy telling the plot of it to Robin in an attempt to get a date out of her. The universe must be on his side for once, urging him to remind Steve that he wasn't the only person who knew how to hurt. "My date insisted. I don't really get it though. Why Dempsey would give up everything for the pretty popular one is above me."

"It's a cheesy movie, but the plot has some p—"

"I mean they're all the same anyway. Perfect little airheads using daddy's money to make friends. Sure Amanda Peterson's character has the looks, but what else does she have, really?"

Steve stands stock-still, hazel eyes focused intently on the movie case. He seems so unbothered by the whole thing, carrying on with grabbing the cash Eddie'd slid over the counter.

"I mean, she's a perfect representation of all those sporty types, isn't she? She expects any freak out there to just want her because she's cool, like we can't all see right through the bullshit." That one felt like shards on Eddie's tongue, remembering the night Steve had told him about the Halloween party, about the public humiliation he's suffered and all the heartbreak that came after. Still, nothing could hurt quite so bad as hearing Steve mocking him, telling everyone they knew that Eddie was doing all of these things he could only dream of doing. It was a sick joke, one that deserved only the best retaliation.

Eddie could only relish in the shocked look on Steve's face, one he's sure matched his own when he heard Eddie and lap in the same sentence. "I'm sure it'll still be a decent movie though," Eddie finishes with a little smile, picking the case back up.

Steve hadn't stopped staring. His lips finally close back together, eyebrows drawn tightly as he considers Eddie. "Have a fun date then, Munson," Steve says, and Eddie nods his agreeance.

"Have a fun night too, Harrington."

He doesn't stop at Robin's loud shout of indignation. He doesn't stop for anything, continuing to his van until he can no longer see Steve's face.

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( i'm so sorry part two coming soon )

[roses-r-rosie3]

Two Animal Obsessed Idiots

Jason Todd x M!/GN!Reader

Warnings: Crack and swearing

Summary: The reader and Damian are both obsessed with animals, so while Jason is out on a mission, the reader and Damian start to go to all different types of animal stores and little do they know there’s no more room left in Wayne Manor nor Jason and the reader’s apartment

Quote: “Hold on Damian is in on this?! Oh that little brat is gonna- HOLY SHIT IS THAT A LION?!”

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When Jason first introduced you to his family, everyone in his family loved you. But one person in particular was really interested in you, and his name was Damian. You both shared a love for animals, so it wasn’t much of a surprise for anyone in the family when you and Damian got really close.

Some days, Damian would come to both you and Jason’s apartment just to hang out with your pets. Talking about your pets, you already had at least 4 dogs, 2 cats, and 1 bunny. But it never really felt like you had enough animals, of course you loved all of the animals you had now, but you needed more. And when you asked Jason..

“NO! NO! NO! WE ARE NOT SPENDING MORE MONEY ON ANOTHER ANIMAL!” Jason yelled.

“But just look at it!!!” You said as you pulled up a picture of the 2nd bunny you wanted.

“Most of our apartment is already filled to the brim with animals! And you want more?!” Jason asked.

“Yes! You can never have enough!” You tried to explain.

“I can’t do this right now y/n, I have to go on a mission today” Jason sighed.

“Fine” you pouted.

“Don’t be such a big baby” Jason smiled before kissing you.

“See you in a couple weeks baby” Jason smiled before leaving.

After Jason left you were left on the couch petting your dogs and wondering what to do with your free time. But that’s when you got a phone call from Damian.

“Hi y/n, Todd is out on a mission, and I was thinking that we go to all types of different pet stores and getting more pets” Damian suggested.

“I would love to, but Jason told me I couldn’t get any more animals” You sighed

Damian just bursted out laughing.

“What is he? Your dad? Come on! It’ll be fun” Damian said.

“Fine, why not, what’s the worst that could happen?”

You ended up picking up Damian from Wayne Manor, and you guys ended up with at least 16 new dogs, 17 new cats, 5 new bunnies, 3 new birds, 23 new pet fishes, 13 new hamsters, and somehow you both adopted 2 lions(don’t ask how, but just know it wasn’t an easy process).

When you both got to Wayne Manor, you two could let half of the pets there, so you had no choice but to take the rest to your house. Surprisingly, all of them fit in your apartment, sure you probably didn’t have much space to relax but who would need to? To your surprise, the lion was rather friendly with the rest of the animals, And then you heard a knock at the door.

“Y/n? Can you open the door for me? I think I left the keys in there while I was out on the mission” Jason asked.

“Uhhh, yeah! In a bit!” You yelled out as you tried to shove all the animals into one room.

“Oh never mind it was just in my pocket!” Jason said.

“Wait! Uhh! I’m.. uhh… naked!” You said.

“Y/n I’ve seen you naked before, I’m pretty sure it’s fine” Jason sighed as he opened the door to see new animals in your apartment.

“Y/n! I thought I told you that we couldn’t get new animals!” Jason scolded.

“Yeah, but Damian said it was fine and we could-”

“Hold on Damian is in on this?! Oh that little brat is gonna- HOLY SHIT IS THAT A LION?!” Jason screamed before running off to the lobby.

The lion tilted it’s head in confusion and you laid next to it, petting it.

“Don’t worry buddy, he’ll warm up to you” you smiled as you patted it.

Extras:

[akwolfgrl]

LFT PART 43

They all sat on the drying deck after escaping Loguetown, except Sanji who got up to make snacks/lunch for everyone. Sanji's cat crawled into his lap making itself comfy kneading at his leg. He felt eyes on him. He looked up to see Usopp's confusion, Luffy was just staring at the cat maybe with hunger? And Nami was cooing at the cat.

“Ummm when did we get a cat?” Usopp asked.

“Zoro got it for Sanji as a courting gift, while an odd gift. I suppose though it would be useful, they are considered to be good luck,” Nami explained. “Luffy he's not to be eaten, Sanji would be very hurt if you ate his pet,” she wanted their captain.

She had a point unfortunately, he was looking at the little black cat as if he would make a nice snack. Zoro stroked the cat's back, it arched under his hand purring.

“Fine, can I touch him?” Luffy asked, reaching out a long arm.

“Sure, if he lets you,” The cat would just do whatever it felt like doing, sometimes they were friendly and other times they were selective about who they would allow to touch them.

The cat reached out with one paw to bat at Luffy's hand. Luffy wiggled his fingers causing him to go after the rubber digits with both paws standing on his back legs as he attacked their captain.

“Awwwwww he's so cute!” Nami cooed.

“Look at him go! So ferocious you get those fingers kitty cat!” Usopp cheered the cat on.

Luffy laughed and continued to wiggle his fingers as the cat made little growls as it batted away until he took a worng step and tumbled out of Zoro's lap. He got up with his back arched, fur standing straight up. He lets out a soft chuckle as the cat begins to hop sideways towards Luffy.

“Jungle cat vs rubber, who will win!?” Usopp began to narrate as the scene began to unfold.

The cat countired to attack luffys hand as luffys hand incited the cat into action. The cat warped its paws around Luffys wirst and kicked its back paws agaist his arm and bit at luffys fingers not drawing blood. Both luffy and sanjis cat were having a great time.

“Lunch time! I made sushi and cocktails! Also Luffy like I promised for not eating Mt fish you made you seared tuna steaks eatch one a different seasoning,” Love cook came over Laden with trays. He eve had one a top his head. “Luffy the top is yours,”

“Yosh!” Luffy stopped playing with the cat a reached for the plate on Sanji's head. He imditly shoved a steak in his mouth. “Oooo it's kinda sour and lemony! I like it!”

“Hey shit-cook, I think you burned one,” Zoro pointed to the next one Luffy was swolling whole.

“I most certainly did not, it's call blackened it's a type of seasoning,” He responded handing Nami an orange looking cocktail with a sparkly looking peel. “For you my dear it's a screwdrive granshised with a candy minka peel,”

“Ooo,” Nami took a sip. “Mmm delish thank you sanji,”

“You welcome Nani swan,” Zoro watched as he passed out the other cocktails. “Usopp this is a Pina colda, luffy a blue lagoon. And for the moss a sake bomb,” Sanji handed him a glass of beer with chopsticks and a sho glass of sake on top. Zoro pulled the chopsticks away and the sake shot feel into the beer. “Eat up!” Sanji placed the large platter of sushi on the ground int he middle of everyone takeikg a small plate of just raw fish. “Mr. Noodles here kitty,” Zoro snorted into his drink luckily not spilling a thing. The cat now dubed Mr. Noddles imidlty ran to sanji and the fish.

“Mr. Noddles?” Nami questioned while Luffy laughed his ass off. “What kinda name is that?”

“What's wrong with the name? I think it's cute, and its to late to change it I've made up my mind,”

“But why food?”

“I'm more worried about if the cat, Mr. Noddles is even gonna be safe!” Usopp worried.

“why wouldn't it be?” Zoro asked. “the lady said it was a good gift for a ships cook,”

“Zeff had one, her name was Clementine. She even went to the grand line with them; she only recently died of old age. She was almost thirteen years old, she lasted longer than Zeffs crew who all drowned in a strom,”

“Yah Usopp the cat will be fine,” Zoro used his chopsticks to take some sushi before Luffy ate it all.

“Mr. Noodles is our new member!! We need to have a party!” Luffy declared before shoveling sushi in his mouth.

[irradiatedsnakes]

Hi! I really like your furry aus! They really inspired me to branch out species in my own. I was wondering how you chose such a wide array— I’ve noticed a bias towards mammals in my own, with birds following close behind. Do you have any tips on collecting species & looking for furry symbolism? Thank you!

HI HELLO so i typed out most of an answer to this like a month or two ago then it got deletd and this languished in my askbox since so let me try again and emphasize the stuff that i think is the most important when i'm making my furry aus

biological interest and diversity

i think the biggest thing that gets my goat when i look at other furry aus is the lack of animal diversity. and, i need to be clear here, this is ENTIRELY a personal gripe/preference- it just kind of annoys me when i see furry aus that are entirely familiar, domestic mammals, yknow? where at least half the characters are dogs and cats. like, no shade to people who do or like those, i cannot emphasize enough how this is a meaningless Me pet peeve, i just really really think furries in general should broaden their horizons and try out more out-there species. and i'm not perfect in this way either: there's an OBVIOUS bird bias in my choices, and a MASSIVE tetrapod bias: almost none of my furries are fish or inverts, despite fish species outnumbering tetrapod species, and invertebrate species outnumbering vertebrate species by massive orders of magnitude.

i think my point is: try getting more unconventional with it. i also really like including extinct species because that's just my jam. pterosaurs, man, consider them

i often will do wikipedia trawls for animals when choosing species for furry aus- i'll have a general idea of the animal i want (ie, horsefly, wallaby) and i'll get to peruse the various families/genera/species under those more general umbrellas til i find something that works either visually or symbolically better than the others.

i'll also say that there will often be a very obvious choice for characters- like, spider for annabelle cane, or something. i encourage, in cases like this, don't go with the obvious choice, see if you can find something more subtly meaningful and interesting. (see: a hummingbird for annabelle cane. they steal spiderwebs in order to weave their nests, but can become trapped in the webs instead and get eaten by the spider.) it can also help to actively try and choose animals- like inverts and fish- that don't usually immediately jump to mind for you.

i also highly recommend getting Specific with it. always do your best to choose a Species of animal, rather than a genus, family, or more general group. it's always more interesting.

2. The Process

so very first thing when i'm choosing a species for a characetr is ENTIRELY vibes-based. like what does this character Feel like. sometimes this step is skipped, if there's like, an obvious symbolic or mentioned-in-canon choice that would make more sense (see: condor callum crown). but most of the time for me: Vibes. i'm just gonna list a few of my dialtown furries and my thought process (as i remember it, may be inaccurate) for how i chose them? hopefully that helps a bit.

oliver, to me, feels like a soft and fluffy mammal. he's outgoing, friendly, kind of an in-your-face personality. just feels like a mammal to me! but he's also a complete freak, so i was like, oh, he has to be a marsupial or a monotreme. the Strange mammals! i decided that, from there, he feels most like one of the megapodes (kangaroos, wallabys, those sorts) to me. kangaroos look too scary and imposing, with a frightening Buff Man kind of vibe, so those were out. went to wallabies, because they get that cute fluffy mammal vibe that i wanted for him. i eventually settled on the yellow-footed rock wallaby: they have bold, stripey patterning that i think fits his vibe, and rufous coloration on their limbs that meshes well with his red color palette.

or let's take randy. vibes here were some sort of Trash Animal, those sorts like pigeons and raccoons that adapt well to living in human garbage and most people regard as a nuisance. randy also feels very Birdy to me. from there, i think it was fig who suggested an animal that preys upon swans, and that's really funny. i eventually landed on gulls: some larger gulls will hunt swan chicks, and gulls are a perfect epitome of Trash Animal. i went with the great black-backed gull in particular- randy jade being the biggest, most imposing, apex-predator ass gull is really funny to me. also: i like great black-backed gulls.

karen! she was pretty straightforward for me: karen very much felt like a bug. some sort of insect or arachnid was my starting point: i felt that the Bug Vibes fit her well and that the segmented leg look would work well for her visually. flies are a group i like a lot and felt fit well here- overlooked, often seen as generic or boring (but are actually really cool), and also i like them. and, like, i couldn't resist the pull of Oh She Should Be A Horsefly. She Needs To Be A Horsefly. much like for oliver, the species was chosen for visual reasons: needed to be brown or tan to complement her color scheme, and i didn't want it to be one of the like, larger/scarier horseflies. band-eyed brown horseflies fit her color scheme and are pretty to look at.

3. uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

that's most of what i've got, i think. sorry for the lateness, hope this can provide some direction.

[sol-consort]

Do you think the other species would find it weird how symbiotic humans are with a bunch of our animals?

Birds bond with us like with other birds, even start seeing us as their nest partners if we pet them below the neck (which you should never do bc humans make shitty partners and it sends them into a depressive feather-plucking episode bc they take it as rejection)

Cats domesticated themselves into our lives. Their natural evolution saw benfits to relaying on us for the rest of their existence, literally putting all of their eggs in one basket

We were the ones who convinced dogs to stay with us.

The whole riding horses things, as far as we can tell no other species has a similar thing? (Maybe Krogans with thrash mowers) Camels, too.

Dolphins, the sociopaths of the oceans, like us for some reason and help humans in need a lot.

Sharks don't eat us...at least on purpose. Despite our size, they think we have too little meat and don't see us as viable prey. Only bite curiously to investigate what we are and in self defence.

Pandas' whole existence is maintained by us. They should be extinct by all means, but we stubbornly keep them alive.

There are so many rules and regulations set in place against feeding animals in the wild because they will start seeing humans as friends and forgo all hunting to come form a symbiotic relationship with us.

The many pets we keep, even ones with brains "incapable" of love like tarantulas, snakes, and else. We adore them to death, and they aren't aggressive around us. They recognise as the one who brings them food and offers warmth.

Human vocal cords are pretty good at mimickery. We whistle bird songs back to them, we meow back to cats, we teach parrots phrases. We see a new creature, ask if anyone is gonna bond with it and not even wait for an answer.

They wouldn't find it weird; they have varen and fish, but humans can quickly appear as the "crazy cat lady" of the galaxy from the amount of animals we've domesticated and bonded with.

Salarians had a whole tropical rainforest, yet they never bothered to go further than studying the animals in there. Get a bunch of humans on Sur'kesh and a couple will make it their life mission to befriend as many colorful birds as possible, setting a bird feeder and letting them rest on their shoulder and head, casually talking to them in that high pitched babytalk tone birds adore.

All the cute Pyjaks in Tuchanka you can cuddle with and let them hang around your neck like a cute little baby. I wanna smooch their stupid foreheads aaa.

Or divers being silly and playing with the aquatic creatures in the oceans of the hanar world. Fish actually like being pet! They just don't know it and never get the chance to experience it. Human divers even pet deadly eels at times and twirl them around like silly fat snakes.

It's our brain capacity to see any creature—no matter how deadly —as a potential "part of the tribe" is what gets them confused. At one point, the excuse of our brains mistaking cute fluffy animals with big eyes for human babies simply falls apart. They can understand that when looking at a cat, but how in the world did a human stare at a deadly bear and think, "My baby!" they're bigger than you.

In a lot of our "symbiotic" relationship with animals and pets, we get next to nothing in exchange. We simply do it out of love. Maybe back then, we had a practical use and jobs for these animals, but not anymore. We keep pigeons because they are lovely creatures. We raise shepherd dogs inside our warm homes.

That's it, no, really. All that trouble for love, the animal doesn't even necessarily have to be cute, small, or defenceless. Some humans are more friendly to animals than other humans.

It's the whole burden of existence, the guilt of being self-aware and conscious. We evolved, they didn't, we know what mitochondria is, they don't, we feel bad :(

What music would a cat listen to? What movie would a bird buy tickets to? How would a horse paint? Would blue be a popular clothing colour in a dog society?

They're missing out. on. so. much. The world is so much bigger than they think it is, and it's killing me. Pigs can't even lift their head, most of them have never seen the beautiful cloudy sunsets or the starry glimmering skies. The galaxy and heavens above they've never glimpsed it.

[aleeeeeeeeeeeeeeee]

The Firsts + Cloud each get a singular dinosaur as a pet, what do they get and what do they do with it? (I’m sorry this needs to come out into the light after seeing that one poll)

I definitely haven't been waiting for this my whole life as a future paleontologist hahaha...

(I will add images because there's a lot of UNCULTURED people who don't know anything about dinosaurs and the pictures from Jurassic world are NOT what they actually looked like./lh)

Genesis: he would like sauropods, but not the ones that are as big as a damn mountain, he would like the tiny ones(which are like 1,50 meters long and 6 meters tall). I would give him the tiniest one known until now, Europasaurus.

I feel like he would give it a big ass garden with trees and fruit and everything it needs, it's like his third most precious possession after his loveless copy and himself/hj

Sephiroth: he's uhh.... Weird. I would give him a Spinosaurus. Not only because of the vibes, but also because paleontologist have no fucking clue about most things about them. There's a big discussion happening in the paleontologist fandom™(/j) about whether the spinosaurus lived in water or earth. At first it was earth, yet a random Canadian decided they actually lived on water thanks to their similarities to cocodriles and reptiles similar to them, besides also having a long tail that could've been a fin. In my opinion, I believe on what some people say about spinosaurus actually living on both. There's also something cool that the big spine on their back was supposed to change colors depending on the Spinosaurus' body temperature, and they needed to get into the water to cool down.

Also, they eat fish. And fish = cats. And cats = Sephiroth

I feel like he would just... Stare at it. I don't know. And I'm pretty sure he doesn't know what to do with it either.

Angeal: I'm sorry I don't know much about him. I feel like he would have a Triceratops just because of the vibes. Another alternative is a Pachycephalosauria, they have a hard head and are very silly, I feel like he would find them amusing (as well as also similar to Zack).

No matter what option is, he would take proper care of them as if he was the one to give birth to the dinosaur.

Zack: As a child I feel like Zack would've had T-Rex's as his favorite dinosaurs because he saw them in movies and toys and thought they were really cool. Yet, after watching the documentary/movie "Walking with dinosaurs" his favorite is the Pachyrhinosaurus. And I would give him that one.

He would probably do his best to take care of it without ending with his house completely destroyed and would buy matching hats/sweaters for them to wear. Also he would ride it as if it was a chocobo.

Cloud: at first I was thinking a Stegosaurus simply because of vibes, yet I'm going more with a Parasaurolophus. They're just chill chunky guys and I feel like Cloud wouldn't want to have any more problems added to his life.

Yet, they're too big... So another option I thought for Cloud are Velociraptors. And no, they look nothing like the ones in movies. They are AT BEST 0,5 meters tall(50cm), and they also have feathers. It would be like having a little Chocobo who wouldn't hesitate a second to eat you as soon as you're unconscious... But let's pretend this one is actually friendly and sees Cloud as family. Okay? Okay.

[merriclo]

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mii-chan photo part 409 <3

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yo i’m pretty sure k saw this exact cat outside my favorite bar!! what a cutie

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yeah haha that makes sense! he likes to wander. he’s very friendly too, so if you’d like to pet him he’ll totally let you!!! <3

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what the fuck is wrong with you!!?? letting your cat wander around a big ass city full of cars and illnesses is animal abuse. can’t believe you’re even encouraging strangers with dubious intentions to approach and touch them too. you should keep your cat indoors and know where they are at all times, or else they’ll get fucking run over or starve to death or a myriad of other things. you’re a demented human being, and an awful cat owner. i hope someone in your life has the sense to save mii-chan from your abusive hands.

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hi yeah i’m op’s irl bestie and i’d love to see you try and keep that cat inside an apartment. the motherfucker has opened childproofed, locked windows before. he’s been gone for days and then come back noticeably fatter. he is an unstoppable beast of a little guy. fuck off and leave her alone

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just shared a cig with the hottest ginge i’ve ever seen in my entire life yall i can’t get him out of my head

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👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 ilovewomenmorethanyou Follow

yall are never gonna believe me but i swear i just saw that blond american terrorist guy in the clearance isle of the supermarket what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck i swear he died in the harbor

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y’all will see any tall, blond white guy and assume it’s the same guy 🙄 quit accusing some random dude of being a terrorist

🪷 little-women Follow

did you see him at around 3 pm? and if so, was he wearing a brown suit with a white tie?

👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 ilovewomenmorethanyou Follow

…….yes

🪷 little-women Follow

yup that was Francis!! if you compliment his suit he might give you ≈$500

🪷 little-women Follow

oh i’m so sorry i forgot to translate it into yen i’m so sorry. he might give you ≈¥73,000

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oh hell yeah thank you!!!! <3

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FRANCIS SCOTT FITZGERALD IS ALIVE !!???

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ngl the ADA’s director is kinda…

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the ADA just won an award for saving Yokohama from a terrorist attack and you’re focusing on how hot Director Fukuzawa is??

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yeah lol

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some freak just got caught in my dad’s fishing net and he’s hella unserious and wrapped in bandages and i fear i want him bad…

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hey

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no fucking way

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living in Yokohama is a fucking fever dream. shit just happens here and all you can do is fucking deal with

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i work at Sephora and i’m pretty sure that goth freak from the Port Mafia just asked me which eyeliner brand was better

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stop calling me a liar i know that murderous goth freak when i see him

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got a job at the café under his place of employment and he hasn’t even said hello to me yet. can’t have shit in Yokohama

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[itscomingupaces]

We all know Dylan has his cat Schrödinger, do any you think any of the other counselors have pets, either pre-canon or in the future? What kind do you envision for each of them? (I feel like surely Laura the pre-veterinary student would have some critters at least!)

ooh this is a good ask, thank you!

I love pets, so this might be more biased towards having them than not.

Laura: She always had pets, that's a big reason she wanted to go into veterinary medicine. I can see her having a hamster or pet rats in undergrad. When she gets into vet school, she adopts two of the teaching dogs when they retire. By the time she's a full veterinarian, there are like 3 rabbits, two cats, and two dogs in their house. How do they feed them all? Don't question it.

Max: Max grew up with little dogs, and not much else. He now has a small zoo with Laura, see above. His favourite is the big fluffy orange cat they adopted after finding him under their porch with no collar or microchip. They had to shave him down due to mats and then dressed him in little sweaters and Max fell in love.

Dylan: Dylan has Schrodinger, of course. I see him as 100% a cat guy. After the events of the Quarry, he fosters a pregnant cat for a shelter and names all the kittens after famous scientists to keep the theme (Einstein, Oppenheimer, Bohr, Franklin, Curie, etc). He keeps Oppy for himself <3

Ryan: I don't think he grew up with pets, and he wasn't sure if he really wanted any. I can see him inheriting a little Betta fish in a bowl from a roommate in art school, and he researches how to properly care for it. From there he gets into fishkeeping. It starts with that betta in a 3 gallon tank, then 5 gallons, then he gets a 40 breeder off like marketplace for $20 and he discovers live plants and tropical schooling fish. If he and Dylan get together, he spends too much time trying to keep the cats away from his tanks lol

Emma: I'm not sure what Emma would have. Maybe something like an Italian greyhound, it sits in the background of videos like a little derp. Or she ends up rescuing a bunch of mutts from the shelter.

Abi: I can see Abi having a bonded pair of rabbits! Or a medium sized dog like a Labrador Retriever. Something soft and friendly that can help her with her anxiety if she gets overwhelmed at home.

Kaitlyn: I love the idea of Kaitlyn having a big pittie or Rottweiler or Doberman, something with scary dog privilege but is really a big baby

Jacob: He gets a golden retriever because he is a golden retriever boyfriend.

Nick: I think he would have something more exotic, like an iguana or a cockatiel.

[gravehags]

Nothing Cumulus Ghoul likes more than fresh laundry from the dryer. She's all clean from the shower and puts on a little stretch crop top and purple undies. She catches her reflection-- oh, she's the absolute cutest right now! The stretch top is stretched just so and the undies are the perfect shade of purple, it's been a while since she felt this cute. Maybe she'll just...walk around a little bit like this. Feelin herself.

She crosses the living room and only Phantom Ghoul is there, distracted by his phone. "Oh, don't I look cute today, Phantom?" He glances up and the phone falls from his hands

"Uhh, yeah real cute," he says with a swallow. Somehow his feet are following Cumulus to her room, and she's feeling cheeky enough today. She lets him pet her all over. The stretch top is very smooth, her skin's very soft. The top barely holds anything back but that's kinda the point.

Then she gets a thought. A very evil little thought but the aura of cuteness is making her brave. Like a cat that smacks it's owner from under the couch. "Wanna watch me use my magic wand, Bug?"

The other ghoul looks like he might pass out, gulping air like a fish. "Yesss," he wheezes.

She pulls it out of the drawer plugs it in. Settles on the bed and Phantom does too, peering at her from as far away as possible like he's a guest at the zoo. "You know you can get closer, right?" Cumulus says, teasingly yet still friendly. He slides over, mesmerized. 

She starts the wand up, pressing it between her legs, making faces at him as she watches him look like he's going to pass out. He says something too quiet to hear over the buzz. She shuts it off and he repeats. "May I...hold it?"

Cumulus laughs, brings him close. Shows him how she likes it. "Yes! Like this....hnng--no! No don't press it to me, too hard! Yeah, like that...." 

She's close and she feels his hand grip hard on the swell of her hip. That's what finally sends her off. The swell of the orgasm is fun, refreshing, nothing earth shattering or 'cancel all my afternoon appointments" sort of thing. it's more Phantom's expression that really makes it. Phantom looks shocked, like he's broken something. Eyes widening like he's watching coins spill out endlessly from a slot machine that hit 777. Even though he's been with her a few times before. He's just like that. 

So of course she does what she usually does when she's given him a hard restart: rolls off the bed, pecks him on the forehead and wanders off to her closet to get pants and shoes on. "Well, see ya at dinner, Bug!" He's still sitting there when she leaves for the day. Silly Bug.

🌝

HEHEHEHE THIS WAS PERFECT THANK YOU i like to think cumulus was phantom’s first after he got summoned and he gauges everyone else on the scale of her goddess…ness. she hung the moon as far as he’s concerned.

[lgctaeha]

「 ❀ 」  ━━ ˗ˏˋ CASTING CALL ! ( Legacy Studios ; Q3S2 )

Heyo! As mentioned by the manager post, Batter Up ! is back for a second season! This trimester Taeha is limited to only completing 2 threads ( which I've set aside episodes 2 and 4 for those! ), but she's in need of four lucky guests in total! If your muse would be interested in a little baking fun, give this post a like ( or comment the episode you'd like to claim ) and I'll whisk myself your way! See what I did there?

˗ˏˋ Synopsis:

Welcome to Taeha's disaster bakery! In this YouTube variety show, Taeha invites her guests to a friendly bake-off where the recipes are made up and the taste doesn't matter ( although it probably should - ). In each episode, Taeha and her guest will go head-to-head on a short baking challenge. Winner of the challenge will receive a gift card for free pastries at the Legacy Cafe, while the loser will get caked ( i.e., a cake smash to the face ).

˗ˏˋ Episode 1: Littlest Cake Shop ( guest: @lgcjaejin ! ) *no thread option

In this first challenge, Taeha and her guest will put their Top Pet Care knowledge to the test! They must create a cake that resembles an animal they would keep as a pet. They can choose from a cat, a dog, a guinea pig, or a fish. The most lifelike and creative animal cake wins!

˗ˏˋ Episode 2: We All Scream for Ice Cream ( Cake ) ( guest: @lgcnathan ! )

In this challenge, Taeha and her guest must beat the heat and create an ice cream cake that not only tastes delicious but can withstand the 'heat wave' ( i.e., a few interns holding blow dryers - ). They can choose from different ice cream flavors and must incorporate at least one baked element into the cake. The cake that stays intact the longest wins!

˗ˏˋ Episode 3: May the Frosting Be With You! ( guest: @lgcjino ! ) *no thread option

In this challenge, Taeha and her guest must create a cake inspired by a famous movie or iconic movie scene ( i.e., recreating the floating house from the movie Up or creating a cake that resembles R2D2 from Star Wars, etc. ) The most cinematic and creative cake wins!

˗ˏˋ Episode 4: Sweet Illusions ( guest: @lgckyoka ! )

In this final challenge, Taeha and her guest must create an optical illusion cake. They can choose from designs that look like a levitating object, a defying gravity pour ( i.e., cake that looks like it is pouring a liquid but is not ), a mirror illusion cake with reflective surface, etc. The most mind-bending and visually impressive cake wins!

[beyondtheseaofstars]

give me ALL of your atom headcannons.

yeah, you heard me right. ALL OF THEM

Haha...pulls out an entire google docs

Now, these are the only ones I'll be sharing because yk so enjoy:

Brystal Evergreen

– She's bisexual :))

– Her wand reminds her a lot of Madame Weatherberry. (Don't tell me Brystal didn't see her as a mother figure.)

– Bubbles are very connected to her childhood, it's like an important symbol to her.

– She’s a sentimental person. The small little gifts her friends make for her are kept in a special area and she makes sure they're kept safe.

(A couple of these headcannons are from other folks but yk.)

Lucy Goose

– She definitely likes theatre and musicals. She's memorized the entire lyrics to all of her favorite musicals.

– She just yells extremely random words (or just screams) whenever she feels like it (which is a lot) because it's funny to her.

– She’s a heavy sleeper. If by any chance her friends were unfortunate enough to sleep next to her, they’d either fall off the bed or get their blanket yanked away from them.

– She’s also the type of person to fall off her bed (or hammock) and still be asleep, maybe even the person who sleeps through earthquakes and stuff.

–Occasionally, she bonks people in the head with a tuba to "knock some sense into them". Her friends may be against it, but according to her, it works.

Emerelda Stone

– She’s nearsighted and actually has a pair of emerald framed glasses with her, though most of the time she wears contacts instead.

(just one for Emerelda? yep, sorry-)

Xanthous Hayfield (can't find yellow 😭)

– Whenever he's lost in thought, he'll pace around.

– He has a pet cat! Lucy is the one who gave it to him.

– He likes flowers too! He often gives little flower crowns and metal dolls as gifts to his friends because he’s wholesome, except they aren’t that well-made at all. They’d have to put an enchantment on it to keep it from breaking. (They still appreciate the gesture though.)

– He really likes small critters like squirrels, frogs, lizards, bunnies, and mice.

Tangerina Turkin

– If angered (and she can get angered very easily), she will do absolutely anything to show her anger to them. She’s a very petty person.

– She's that person who's like "oh, you made that? 😒" then proceed to treasure it forever.

Skylene Lavenders

– Her favorite animal is a duck. I’m not going to explain. It’s just duck.

– The floor/pool in her room is decorated to look like a really nice aquarium. She has plenty of small fishes who live there that she keeps as pets. They all have names and stories too.

– She has a “little” pet shark that also lives in her room and it’s surprisingly very friendly. She just hangs out with him whenever she’s bored.

– She’s a crafty person, not the most skilled, but it’s something. She likes messing around with glue, colors, sticks, strings, and glitter, making a DIY craft for each of her friends and fishes.

– She has a large stuffed animal collection that she and Xanthous are building together.

– She usually goes and excitedly talks or rants about something to (mainly) Tangerina even though she knows or has heard about it already.

Elrik Elderwood

– He likes to carry Xanthous for fun sometimes, akin to how he did when they first met. He goes into the room and just picks him up because he can.

– He does some trolling with Lucy from time to time, mainly to the demons and the Fairy Council.

General

– They made little rainbow friendship bracelets for all of them to wear. Even during and after the events of The Land of Stories series, they still have those bracelets and wear them all the time.

– They all have a book-reading sleepover in Brystal’s room every weekend.

– The Fairy Council have a special little place in the woods somewhere near the academy where they unwind and de-stress whenever they're overwhelmed. (They still do this in TLOS.)

[mariuniverses]

Shinobu and The Cat She Tolerates

Modern day Giyushino One Shot ft Kanzaburo as a cat

It’s not that Shinobu Kocho hated dogs or cats; she just didn’t see the appeal in them. Owning pets demanded too much attention—walking them, providing enrichment, and cleaning up after them felt like chores. She preferred cleaning up fecal matter through a diaper rather than off the ground or from a litter box. Their fur got everywhere, they could damage furniture, smelled, and were often very loud.

Okay, maybe she disliked them, but hate was too strong a word. Tolerating them seemed more accurate. She wouldn’t go out of her way to avoid or mistreat them; she wasn’t cruel. It also didn’t help that animals tended not to like her back. Whenever she visited Sanemi’s place, his dogs always barked at her.

“It’s because they know you’re a freak of nature who doesn’t like them.”

“Watch it, you’re lucky Kanae likes you or I would’ve poisoned you by now.”

Even Kanroji’s cats, the sweetest creatures in Kanroji’s opinion, hissed and clawed at her.

“I’m sorry, Shinobu-chan! They’re usually so friendly, I swear!” Kanroji apologizes as Shinobu bleeds slightly on her hand.

Suppressing her annoyance (knowing it’s not Kanroji’s fault), Shinobu asks, “It’s okay, Kanroji-san. Do you have any antiseptics?”

Overall, she preferred other animals like fish, reptiles, and insects. She had her prized goldfish that she had properly cared for over the past ten years. In the past, she had raised silk moths and caterpillars because their patterns were beautiful. Some people might have thought it weird, but she saw it as a win. At the end of the day, all she had to do was clean a few tanks and feed them—no walking, no training, and no complaints from neighbors about loud pets.

Sure, she had to be meticulous about temperature and humidity levels, but it was all scientific, and she loved science.

Among science, another thing she dearly loved was her boyfriend, Giyuu Tomioka. They had only recently started dating, but they had known each other for years through their interconnected friend circles. She had crushed on him for years, and so had he, but personal issues had delayed their confession. When they finally did, being together felt natural.

Shinobu loved Giyuu deeply. He was sweet and attentive, always kind to her and never underestimating her abilities despite her small stature. He didn’t talk much, but he showed his care through small actions like preparing her tea just the way she liked or picking up groceries when she was busy. When he did speak, he matched her wit or surrendered to her teasing without offense.

It also helped that he was quite handsome, though the best part was that he didn’t seem to know it. Trust her, she wasn’t shallow, but she appreciated his piercing blue eyes that lit up only when she was around. She loved running her hands through his long, soft hair and admired his toned figure from years of sports and training. And he was quite skilled in bed.

But beyond that, she loved him deeply and couldn’t imagine life without him. However, when he showed up at her apartment with a cat in hand, she began debating whether she should reconsider.

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