#gray cat is Sammy

[dzyntara]

Brief Mango break for the most handsomest of boys, Sam!

[the-oblivious-writer]

Let the Light In |6|

Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader

Chapter Six: Knight In Shining Armor

Summary: Tension rises between you and Tara when you, once again, find yourself protecting her—old habits showing themselves

Warning(s): Swearing, angst, Fr*nkie, grief (if you squint), intoxication, mentions of social anxiety & underage drinking

Notes: Took a while but it's finally here! Also throwing it out there that my face claim for Charlotte is Sofia Wylie

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Tara was walking down the streets of Manhattan, finally done with her classes for the day. It had been a long week and Tara was just thankful it was finally the weekend. She walked with one earbud in while her other hand subconsciously clenched her keys in her right pocket. It was a habit she had picked up not too long after what happened back in Woodsboro; that plus the pepper spray, taser, whistle, and expandable baton Sam always made her take before leaving the house, meant she was more than ready to defend herself if needed.

As she continued to walk, she felt something fury brush up against her. She looked down to find a gray cat, brushing itself against her. Tara smiled to herself before crouching down to get a better look at the cat. “Hey, there…do you have a name?” She looked for a collar but didn’t find one. 

Just then, the sky let out a loud grumble. She looked up at the gray skies then back at the cat, thinking. “I can’t just leave you out here to get drenched. Come on, let me take you home,” she gently picked up the cat, who didn’t protest.

By the time she got home, she was soaked. Her mascara was running and her hair was damp. She was freezing cold; she had wrapped her jacket around the cat so he wouldn’t get wet.

Sam began to walk out from the kitchen as she spoke, “Hey Tar– you’re soaked.”

“Yeah no shit, Sam.”

“Is… Is that a cat?”

“...Yes…” Tara said with a sheepish smile; she had completely forgotten about the ‘needing to convince Sam to keep him’ part.

“Tara, no.”

“Sam, yes.” 

Sam sighed as she made a quick trip to the bathroom, coming back with a towel and wrapping it around Tara. “You can barely take care of yourself–”

“Not true!”

“–How do you expect to take care of a whole ass cat?” 

Tara rolled her eyes, still holding the cat protectively in her arms. “Come on, I’m not a kid. I can take care of a cat. I’ll buy his food, change his litter box—all that stuff!” 

“I don’t know…”

“Please, Sammy,” Tara begged, pouting out her bottom lip. She gave Sam the same look she’d give her whenever she wanted more cookies when they were younger.

“Alright—alright, fine, you win,” Sam huffed and an excited smile broke out on Tara’s face.

“Yes!” Tara looked down at the cat victoriously.

“But Tara, I swear, I better not step in cat shit.”

“No cat shit. Got it.”

—

Dook.

That’s what Tara named her new found cat—named after the Babadook. It had been only a few days since she found him and he’s earned the title of, “my little menace,” from Tara. In the few days Dook has been here he has scratched Chad five times, ripped up Mindy’s sweater in five different spots, and constantly hisses at Sam during the most random times. Why? Sam has no idea, but Tara made the theory it was, “just to mess with her.”

So far, the only person Dook has been even remotely soft to was Tara. She didn’t mind that at all; she enjoyed coming home to Dook’s company—her room feeling less empty than it usually feels.

It was the following Tuesday; she sat not too far from the door as she re-watched Fear Street 1994 while waiting for you. Just as she was about to check her phone for the time, she heard a couple knocks on the door. Before Sam could call out for Tara to answer it, Tara jumped up and made her way to the door. Sam only raised an eyebrow before going back to what she was doing.

Tara counted five seconds in her head before opening the door.

“Took you long enough,” she said with a slight eye roll. 

“Afternoon to you too, Carpenter. So, you're gonna let me in or…”

“Well you’re as patient as ever,” Tara remarked sarcastically as she opened the door wider, letting you inside. You placed your bag down, sitting on the couch and taking out your notes as Tara sat a couple cushions over.

“So, I was thinking we could start with Friday’s notes and work our way to today since I couldn’t make Friday—” You suddenly heard Tara let out a dry chuckle, causing you to raise your eyebrows as you looked at her.

“Is there something you’d like to share with the class, Ms. Carpenter?” You quipped, looking up from your papers and at her. 

“Oh nothing…just that you’ve been missing a lot of study sessions lately and–”

“I wouldn’t call two a lot–”

“–and I don’t know why I have to suffer through extra work all because you wanna swap spit.”

You let out a dry laugh, looking at the younger Carpenter before realizing she was dead serious. 

“Oh—Oh you’re serious? Well, how about those two whole weeks you missed over some petty reason—I don't know what the reasoning was, but I know for a fact it was a hundred percent petty.”

“You know what, screw these notes,” Tara said before grabbing your binder from you.

“Hey—Hey! Wait just a minute there—what are you–?”

“We’re watching a movie,” she informed—not asking—after shutting your binder, putting it somewhere you couldn’t reach unless you stood up and walked to it. 

“We're a week and a half behind on study sessions.”

“Not my problem.”

“It’s literally your problem—our problem, actually.”

“Gosh, could you just not stress out for, like, two seconds? You’ll be fine. Now, a little birdy told me you like The Nightmare Before Christmas?” Tara told you, reaching for the remote.

“Yeah… I do.”

“Great. We’ll watch that.”

You didn’t need to know how boring she found the movie; she wasn’t looking at the screen much anyways.

—

Sam sat in her room, reading her book as she enjoyed the silence—wait. It’s silent. Why is it so quiet? It’s never so quiet when you’re over. The most she’s heard in the last thirty minutes were hushed voices, but nothing loud enough she could make out. She suddenly started to think about what could possibly be going on in the other—unsupervised—room. She could no longer concentrate on her book as her protective side took over.

You slightly leaned forward as you watched the screen with all your attention. Tara couldn’t help but wear a small smile when she noticed your intense focus. She pulled out of her gaze when she noticed you make a double take at your foot; just then, she saw a certain furry haired animal brushing up against your leg. 

To her surprise, Dook didn’t claw at you. As a matter of fact, he seemed…fond of you? 

“Hello, there…” You greeted Dook before gently picking him up. If anybody else had picked him up, they would’ve been clawed at in seconds. Tara furrowed her eyebrows as she watched you interact with her cat; the same cat who’s been an absolute ass to anybody who wasn’t her—well, before now.

You scratched him behind his left ear, causing him to let out a satisfied purr. It was then when you finally said something to Tara. “Since when did you have a cat?”

“Got him pretty recently, actually. He was just roaming the streets of Manhattan and had no collar so that’s how he ended up here.”

“Well, does this adorable face have a name?” You asked, looking at the cat as you complimented him.

Tara failed to fight another smile, showing off her dimples as she answered, “His name’s Dook.”

“Like, Babadook?”

“Yeah…” She watched as you continued to be sweet with Dook; he sat comfortably in your lap, looking a lot less grumpy than he usually is.

Suddenly, Sam abruptly enters the living room, causing Dook to hiss at her before moving back into his original position on your lap. 

“Sam, hey. Something wrong?” Tara asked her older sister.

“Uh, I just wanted to check up on you guys; it’s been pretty quiet.”

“Oh, yeah, we decided to watch a movie instead.”

Sam looked at the scene, recognizing the movie—her curiosity increased.

“Nightmare Before Christmas? But I thought you–”

“Have no harsh judgment regarding the movie? Yeah. I know.”

“No, I mean, don’t you find it really bor–”

“Entertaining? Yes, Sam. We know this.” Tara let out a dry cough, hoping Sam would just drop the topic all together.

“Okay…well I’m going to order some pizza. Are you staying over for dinner, Y/N?” Sam inquired, moving on, much to Tara’s relief. 

You looked at the time, thinking as you did, before looking at Sam from where you sat. “If it’s no trouble.”

“Of course not. I’ll order it right now,” she said before walking away, pulling out her phone as she did so.

“What was that about?” You asked Tara with a raised eyebrow, referring to what her and Sam were going back and forth about. 

Tara opened her mouth, not even sure what she was about to say, when she heard someone knocking. “Oh, I should probably get that,” Tara quickly got up to make her way to the door, relieved at being excused from answering.

“What are you guys doing here?” She immediately asked after opening the door to find Chad, Mindy, Anika and Ethan on the other side of the door.

“Good to see you too, T,” Mindy quipped.

Tara rolled her eyes, “I just mean, I wasn’t expecting you guys today.”

“We made plans last week for movie night.”

“And since it’s my turn to choose, we’re watching 10 Things I Hate About You,” Anika added in a cheery tone. 

“Um,” Tara looked over her shoulder to you, before looking back at her friends, “One second.” 

“Wait, who were you loo–” Before Chad could finish his question, Tara shut the door, making her way towards you.

“So, uh–”

“Heard the whole thing.”

Tara lightly nodded, holding her wrist in her other hand behind her back as she continued. “Does this mean… you’re going to go?” 

You were about to say yes but the words caught in your throat when you finally looked at the expression Tara wore.

You thought for a moment, putting down the bag you were just packing.

“Do you want me to?”

“Well…want’s a strong word–”

“Yes or no, Tara,” you said, looking at her.

Tara mumbled something incoherent, looking away from your gaze. 

“You’re gonna have to speak up, mumbles,” you teased the younger Carpenter.

She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. “I wan—I want you to stay. Happy?” She huffed, not even sure why she puts up with you.

You smile smugly at her, “Fine. ‘Guess I’m staying.” 

—

It was awkward—at least, for you, it was. Tara and her friends seemed to get each other, which is great for them, but you felt almost like a chaperone the entire time you were there. You tried to distance yourself as much as possible and when you did find yourself surrounded by the group of friends, you stuck by Anika. 

You always found yourself gravitating toward a familiar presence whenever you got caught in social situations like this. You spent most of your own fourteenth birthday party—that you didn’t even want—attached to Henry’s side, following him around like a puppy. You often stuck by people who you found comfort in. You’ve known Henry since daycare years and Anika has been there since she’s entered your life. 

You look at the time to see only an hour has passed as you sigh to yourself. Why were you here again?

“Hey,” you heard Tara say, opening her bedroom door to find you on her bed.

Oh, that’s why. 

“Hey.”

“You’re not enjoying yourself,” she said as a matter of fact, feeling a little defeated for some reason.

“Hm? Oh no—no this is, uh, great. Yeah, I just love hearing about the same football story over and over again while your curly haired friend continues to make passes at me…so fun,” your voice couldn’t be any more sarcastic. It started out as you wanting to lie, telling her it was going alright—truly! But you can’t help but be your usual sarcastic self, especially around Tara. 

“You’re having the worst time ever, aren’t you?”

You looked at her apologetic expression, exhaling as you adjusted your posture a bit. Tara walks over to sit across from you. 

“Look…Tar, it’s nothing personal. I’m just—I’m just not good with this stuff.”

“What do you mean?” Tara inquired genuinely.

You sighed, pressing down on your thumbnail with your index finger as you spoke. “I’m not good with…unfamiliarity I guess, or whatever. And—and socializing and all that shit just doesn’t come naturally to me—at least not like it does for people like Anika, and Chad—or you.”

Tara continued to listen to your words, giving you her full attention as you opened up to her. You blinked back at Tara, feeling like you just overshared far too much.

“This was stupid. Forget it.” You got up to leave but just as you reached for the door handle, you felt slender fingers wrap themselves around your wrist.

“It’s not stupid,” you heard Tara speak. You turned your head to look at her. “If you ever want to talk about it more… I’m here. That won’t change.” 

You swallowed, taking in Tara’s words as you processed what she was saying. You didn’t trust your voice, only settling for a light nod before leaving Tara’s bedroom.

By the time Tara also left—waiting a couple minutes, wanting to give you some time—you had already made your escape. 

When you got home that night, the feeling of dread took over you. It felt like there was barbed wire wrapped around your throat as you tried your hardest not to cry, because you knew if you did there was a chance you’d never stop. Memories of him flashed through your mind as you tried to shake them away, but it was no use. No matter how much you tried to escape it, Dewey's voice continued to ring in your head.

Dewey placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, looking at you with  genuine eyes as he spoke, “I’m here. That won’t change.”

—

Tara looked around with furrowed eyebrows, looking at the sea of people. She was currently at a Halloween frat party; she chose to go with a pirate costume this year. 

Tara was feeling indecisive about her costume this Halloween but then she got the idea when she remembered something you told her; for your first seven Halloweens, your mom had you dressed up as a pirate. Tara could tell you would not be wearing a pirate costume again any time soon.

Because of your high-sea past, Tara thought dressing up as a pirate would be a fun way to mess with you—well, if you were actually here. You were nowhere in sight. Tara squinted her eyes as she tried looking through the crowd—still no sign of you. 

Mindy noticed her friend looking around the room from her seat, which was odd. By this time Tara would be drinking, dancing, or even playing beer pong with Chad—but not sitting down.

Before Mindy could ask anything, Tara turned to Anika, asking her something that answered Mindy’s unspoken question.

“Hey, where’s Y/N?” Tara asked, her voice was slightly raised due to the blaring music. 

“At home. She couldn't—or rather refused to make it,” Anika answered the younger Carpenter.

“Oh,” Tara let out, turning to look ahead. 

Mindy and Anika glanced at each other, already being on the same page. “Why? Missed her?” Mindy inquired, smirking behind her beer bottle right before taking a sip.

Tara lightly scoffed, “Pfft no.” Tara dramatically rolled her eyes, crossing her arms and leaning back in her chair.

“Y/N?” Tara heard Anika say; she immediately sat up, uncrossing her arms and fixing her demeanor. Her expression instantly dropped when she saw who you were with. 

She did not know much about Charlotte. She seemed nice though. Nice enough. Tara heard from Anika that you’ve been “hanging out” with Charlotte for a few weeks now but haven’t exactly assigned labels yet. That made sense; you were never one for labels. 

She suddenly snapped out of her gaze when she realized you and Charlotte were walking towards them. 

“Hey, guys,” you said in an anything but enthusiastic tone.

“Hey, Y/N. Thought you weren’t coming,” Anika pointed out, not unkindly.

“Me too but this one,” you pointed with your thumb to Charlotte, “is quite the debater.”

“I was captain of the debate team back in high school,” Charlotte smirked. 

“Of course you were,” there was a slight teasing tone in your voice as you and Charlotte shared a look. Tara didn’t like that. She didn’t like that at all. You teased her. You gave her looks nobody else knew the meaning behind except you two.

Tara cleared her throat, causing you and Charlotte to look away from each other and at her. “So, you're gonna actually act like you’re here as a college student or a chaperone?” Tara joked and a small but soft smile grazed your face. 

“The night’s still young, Carpenter,” you replied, the smile she had been missing never faltering.

“Oh! Daisy’s here, I’m going to say hi. Catch you later?” You heard Charlotte speak from beside you. 

You looked over at her and lightly nodded, “Okay.” She placed a quick kiss on your cheek, catching you off guard, before going to her friend. 

You sat down in the seat between Tara and Anika—who was sitting in Mindy’s lap—and exhaled, already exhausted from being here.

“You’ve got,” Anika said, pointing to your cheek where there was a lipstick stain. You raised your left hand to your right cheek as your roommate shook her head.

“No the other—” You, once again, completely dodged the spot she was pointing at and Tara groaned.

“Dude, you’re helpless,” she said with an eye roll before reaching over and wiping the spot for you. She softly rubbed your left cheek as you looked at her. It didn’t take long for you to notice how close her face was to yours.

“There…” Tara trailed off, suddenly growing shy when she too realized how close her face was to yours.

Mindy and Anika look at each other before getting up. “We’re gonna dance. You kids behave,” Mindy said before walking away with her arm wrapped around Anika. 

“Let me guess… you’re a homicidal maniac?” She looked at your casual attire.

You smiled at her, tilting your head back and turning it to look at her, “You know me too well.”

You both shared a short laugh before it went silent again. Suddenly, you two realized this is the first you’ve both spoken to each other since that night at Tara’s place.

“Hey, so, uh, you didn’t say goodbye…” Tara said sheepishly, refusing to meet your gaze as she played with the hem of her costume. She didn’t have to specify what she was talking about, you just knew.

“Oh yeah, I was just tired so I decided to call it a night.”

Tara nodded understandingly as you looked down at her hands that toyed with the fabric of her costume. 

“So…was this,” you gestured to her costume, “planned or…? You both laughed again before she answered you.

“Course’ not. I just…happened to have decided on being a pirate a couple days after you told me your ‘first seven years of dread’ story.” Another laugh was shared between you two.

“Well, you look good,” you complimented. Tara couldn’t fight the heat that rushed to her cheeks as the compliment hit her ears. She was about to respond when suddenly you felt your phone vibrate.

You pulled out your phone, reading the text to yourself before putting it back in your pocket.

“It’s Charlotte, she wants me to meet her by the pool.”

“Oh. Yeah, totally.”

“Don’t get into too much trouble while I’m gone, princess.” You smiled at her as you sat up from your seat, Tara’s head tracked your movement. 

“Me? I would never.”

—

One thing. 

You asked her for one, very simple, thing. And now? Now, Mindy and Anika were calling you back inside because apparently Tara had the luck of being near Frankie of all people tonight. 

By the time you made your way inside—as quickly as you possibly could—you could see Chad also trying to stop the situation. You made your way over to the staircase, appearing from behind Chad.

“Let’s stay down here,” you said—not asking. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that,” Frankie said, causing you to let out a humorless chuckle.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, you did,” you remarked, feeling your hands start to ball up into tight fists. Before you could say anything else, Tara walks down a couple steps and is now standing in front of you as Chad keeps a careful eye on Frankie. “No, Y/N it’s fine. I want to,” you heard her say in a drunken voice. Far too drunk to consent. 

Frankie walks down, getting close to your face as he wears a disgusting grin. “Yeah, see Y/N? It’s fine. She wants to.” He turned around, roughly grabbing Tara’s arm. His grip causes Tara to let out a sound of pain, tripping on the stairs.

Without a second thought you pull him by the collar of his shirt, pushing him roughly against the wall; picture frames come crashing down but don’t give them a second look as hear glass shatter. 

“Who the fuck do you think you are?!” You pushed your right arm harder against his throat, pinning him against the wall as your free hand tightly gripped his shirt. “Serousily, where the fuck do you get off!” 

Chad checked on Tara as you had Frankie pinned to the wall. You wanted to hurt him. You wanted to hurt him so bad. What was stopping you? You could do it. You look down at the shards of glass, itching to grab a piece. Suddenly, you saw that sinister smile. His sinister smile. That’s why you couldn’t.

But when you looked back at Frankie, you quickly forgot about everything that was stopping you. All you had to do was press into his throat a little harder and–

“I got it from here, Y/N.” You turned around to see Sam holding a taser. You immediately got the hint, getting off of Frankie.

“Hi! Sorry to interrupt, I'm just going to tase you really quick,” Sam said before tasing Frankie right in the crotch.

“Fuck!” He dropped to his knees, holding onto his stomach as he groaned in pain.

“You bitch!” He yelled, earning a swift kick between his legs—making the pain worse—from you.

“Watch your mouth,” you said before making your way towards Tara. “You okay?”

“It’s that psycho girl from reddit!” Someone shouted from the crowd that surrounded you. 

“Hey, don’t you have something better to do rather than stand around here all day?” Anika shouted at the crowd as Mindy shooed them away.

—

Tara walks ahead of the group as she feels her frustration take over. Sam tries to catch up to her as she calls for her, “Tara, will you stop!” Tara rolls her eyes, refusing to stop as she responds. “I cannot believe you did that, you embarrassed me!” 

“I was trying to help you!” 

Tara suddenly turns around, “And look what happened!” Her voice raises as it runs hot with anger. “You're out of my life for five years then you can't even leave me alone for five seconds,” Tara shouts with a throw of her arms. 

“Because you're not dealing with what happened to us. Have you ever gone to see the counselor at least once?”

You looked at Tara, studying every expression she wore on her face. You wanted her to be okay. You knew it wasn’t that simple, but you still couldn’t help but want it. You hated seeing her like this. You never liked seeing her like this.

You checked up on her when she was at the hospital, relieved she was asleep when you got there. You didn’t want her to think it meant anything. You were just making sure she still had a pulse. Who else would you get into fights with?  That’s what you told yourself, 'cause it’s true! You weren't overly concerned or anything. But it was the bare minimum amount of concern to have when you found out somebody you knew was recently used as somebody else's pin cushion. 

She’s Tara Carpenter, she’ll bounce back in no time, you told yourself. You can still remember the shock on all her friends' faces when they saw you sitting by her hospital bedside. They entered the room and when you saw them, you immediately stood up.

“Sorry, I just found out about what happened and wanted to check on her.” You put your hands in your pocket, feeling uncomfortable with the eyes on you. You couldn’t tell what was going through their heads. “But she’s breathing, so I’ll get going now.” When you’re about to walk out the door, Chad puts his hand on your shoulder which causes you to stop. Was he about to punch you? “You’re welcome to stay, dude.” Oh. 

You were welcome to stay. Did you want to? 

You shook your head,“No, it’s okay. You guys should spend your time with her—unbothered.” You said before walking out of the hospital, not waiting for a response.

Maybe you cared little more than you’d ever admit.

You snap out of your thoughts as you hear Tara’s voice again.

“Because I know what mine is—I’m going to get my degree, become a lawyer, and live my life, my life,” Tara’s voice was firm. Certain. 

—

Two soft knocks could be heard from the other side of the door. Tara was about to tell whoever it was to go away, but then she realized who those knocks belonged to.

“Come in.”

“Hey,” you greeted, carrying a bottle of ibuprofen and a cup of water.  

“Hey,” she replied, head tracking your movement as you put the items down and got closer to where she sat at the edge of her bed. 

“Mind if I…” You gestured to the open spot next to her and she patted it. You sat down, knees touching hers as you looked down at your hands that rested in your lap. Tara’s gaze from you only broke when she felt the feeling of embarrassment all over again.

You noticed a change in her demeanor, causing you to finally glance at her. “I don’t think she meant for to…make you feel embarrassed or anything,” you tried to comfort. You were never good at this kind of stuff. 

“I know… I just—I just completely embarrassed myself out there. You guys probably think a lot less of me now…”

You lightly nudge her shoulder, getting her to look at you again. “Hey, no, okay? We just wanna make sure you're safe,” your facial expression matched your honest tone as you spoke. 

Tara turned her head away, a smirk slowly growing on her face. She turned back to look at you, ignoring how close your faces were. “We?” 

You rolled your eyes as Tara kept hers on you, smirk never falling. “Don’t let it get to that big ass ego of yours.”

“Aww, you caree about me,” Tara teased. You felt your cheeks warm up as you grew flustered.

“I care about you the—bare minimum amount,” you said unconvincingly. 

Tara shoved you a bit, “Liar.”

You shoved her back, “Most honest person you’ll ever meet.” 

Tara shoved you back again. “Liar.”

“Oh, you really wanna play this game?” You inquired, turning your head to her. 

Tara still smirked as she responded, “I could do this all night.”

Your faces were, once again, inches apart. Tara’s eye line meets your lips as tension builds in the room. Then suddenly the door opens, causing you and Tara to pull apart.

“Oops, sorry I didn’t mean to cock block you,” Quinn said as you and Tara silently cringed.

“Please...don't say cock," Tara said while slightly grimacing.

Quinn shrugged then looked at you. “Don’t believe we’ve officially met. I’m Quinn,” she held out her hand. You glanced at Tara before accepting the red head’s hand. 

“I’m–”

“Y/N? Yeah, I’ve heard lots about you.” You couldn’t tell what that could’ve meant, not noticing the shared look between Quinn and Tara.

“Don’t you have, like, a guy to see or something?” Tara asked, trying to get Quinn out of here as soon as possible.

“Well, Tara’s right, I should get going,” Quinn said, immediately getting the hint. “See you around, Y/N,” she winked at you.

“That was…” You trailed off, not able to meet Tara’s gaze.

“Embarrassing? Oh, extremely.” 

—

“Is Tara okay?” Charlotte asked over the phone. You held your phone to your ear as you grabbed a box of leftover pizza from the fridge with one arm.

“She will be…” You thought about the younger Carpenter as you spoke.

“I’m glad.” There was a beat of silence before she spoke again. “I uh… didn’t know you could fight like that.”

“What do you mean?” You placed the box on the table, sitting down.

“You had Frankie pinned. A man with his frame and build was completely defenseless under your hands. It was impressive,” her last words came with a flirty tone. 

“Oh, yeah?” You decided to match her tone.

“Yeah… Do you want to come over tomorrow? My roommate's visiting his boyfriend so I’ll be pretty lonely—some company would be nice."

You bit your bottom lip, thinking as you looked at your calendar. “Yeah—yeah, that works. What time should I stop by?”

“Six good?”

You looked at your calendar again.

“Can’t do six…” You said, looking at Tara’s name on your calendar. “How about eight?”

“Sounds good. I’ll see you then, super soldier.” 

You let out a light laugh, “Yeah, yeah. See you then.”

—

Tara was on the phone with Mindy, intensely debating over American Psycho, when she heard a couple knocks on the door. 

She got up from the couch as she said goodbye to Mindy, hanging up. She opened the door to see you standing there with your bag on your shoulder. 

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

Tara realized it had been a full ten seconds since she opened the door. She moved to let you inside, and you sat in your usual spot. 

“So, what’s on the agenda today?” Tara inquired as she sat, hugging her knees.

“He didn’t really give us much to work with on Friday so, uh, just whatever we missed last time,” you said, not even looking at her as you looked around your stuff.

“Looking for something?”

“Yeah my pen. It was here five seconds ago–”

“This pen?” Tara said, pulling something from behind your ear. You looked at her and realized she was holding your pen. She hands it to you as you let out a timid chuckle, embarrassed at your lack of attention.

“Are you…alright?” She asked, looking at your features as you spoke.

“It’s just exams and stuff. I’ve kind of been all over the place trying to prepare—but that’s why I’m here. To study. So let’s begin,” you pull out your binder, flipping to the right folder.

Tara hesitantly followed along, keeping an eye on you. 

After an hour and a half, you looked at the time and silently cursed as you got up and gathered your things.

“Leaving already?”

“Yeah, I’m meeting Charlotte around eight. So, I gotta get going,” you packed everything, racking your brain for anything else you could be forgetting. 

“Oh..okay…”

You turned to look at Tara, “What is it?”

She cleared her throat, slightly shaking her head. “Nothing, have fun—oh, and don’t forget your pen,” she dismissed as she held up said pen to you. 

You wear an embarrassed tight lipped smile, slowly taking the pen from her. “Thanks,” you put the pen in your bag before zippering it up.

“Uh, hey,” you heard Tara call out.

You stopped your movement, turning back to Tara. “See you later?” 

You lightly nodded, a small smile on your face. “Of course.”

—

Tara found herself blasting Lana Del Rey as she wore a pout. Why was she wearing a pout? She had no idea. It was just there, and for some reason she was in a sour mood. She also knew she despised you. Possibly more than she did before; she was just starting to adjust then you had to go and make things even more confusing for her. 

Tara looked at her ceiling as she laid in her bed, petting Dook who rested beside her. She suddenly remembered the beer in the fridge. 

Sam was in therapy, Quinn was seeing another one of her hookups—what’s the harm?

Five beer cans later and she was more than buzzed. The urge to call you was getting harder and harder to resist with each can. She knew she shouldn’t, but she just couldn’t stop herself from opening your contact. 

“Tara?” You asked, confused as to why she’s calling you so randomly.

“Y/NN,” she slurred into the phone. “Have I ever told you you’re so gorgeous it actually hurts?”

“I—uh, where are you right now?”

“Hommee. Where else?” She said, followed by a hiccup.

“I’m coming over.”

—

You knocked two times; you could hear Tara struggling with the door knob from the other side before finally opening it.

“What are you doing here?” Tara inquired with a raised eyebrow. It seemed she forgot about your call from just ten minutes ago.

“Goodness, you’re drunk.”

“I am not drunk.”

“Oh, yeah? Then tell the time,” you crossed your arms as you looked at her. She turned to the nearby clock, “I am not drunk!” She literally told it.

“Jesus,” you pinched the bridge of your nose. “Come on, let’s get you to bed,” you walked over to her but then unexpectedly felt a shove to your chest.

“I don’t—I don’t need your help.” 

You exhaled, knowing all too well about the venomous look she wore. “You don’t mean that, come on.”

“I do! I don’t even want you here,” she slurred as she shoved your chest again.

“Too bad then. Cause’ I’m not leaving you like this.”

Tara had used up all the energy she had left to shove you, so she couldn’t even fight you off as you tried to walk her to her bedroom.

“Fuck you,” she gritted. 

“I know.” 

“No. You don’t know!” Tara yelled. “I don’t need a knight in shining armor,” she continued as you looked down at her. “I’m not a princess who has to be saved all the time.”

“Come on, I know you’re no–”

“This is what you do,” she pulled her arm away from you, “you just swoop in when everything’s fine and completely ruin shit. You think you’re pleasant to be around? Just when I think I have my life figured out, you have to come in and ruin it,” Tara spoke with pure conviction, no slurring in her voice.

“I—I don’t know what to say.”

She let out a dry laugh before saying, “When do you ever.” 

“You’re drunk, Tara… Please just let me get you to bed so you don't say anything else you’ll regret in the morning.”

“I don’t regret anything—and I’ll bring my own ass to bed.”

“Okay,” you softly said. You watched as she walked down the hall and to her bedroom. You waited a few minutes, getting the ibuprofen and water ready, before entering her bedroom carefully. Just as suspected, she was already asleep. You silently place the medicine and water on her nightstand before looking at her resting demeanor. 

Oh Tara, what am I gonna do with you?

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A/N: I 100% know you guys aren't expecting the family member reveal I'm gonna do for R at some point (clues are scattered...)

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[gunsatthaphan]

~ Monthly BL Breakdown: April 2024 ~ 

🌷 Happy May!!! ☀️

Disclaimer: ALL shows can be streamed here or here, as well as on Youtube and other platforms. For more info on where to watch what, check out this post! 

New breakdowns are coming at the end of every month - feel free to add stuff! -> previous breakdowns

What came out this month? (green = seen/currently watching)

🌟 Love is Like a Cat - April 1st (South Korea / Thailand) 

🌟 We Are - April 3rd (Thailand) ✅

🌟 Memory in the Letter - April 6th (Thailand) 

🌟 Living With Him - April 11th (Japan) 

🌟 Gray Shelter - April 11th (South Korea) 

🌟 Beating Again - April 13th (Thailand)

🌟 Blue Boys - April 15th (South Korea)

🌟 At 25:00 in Alasaka - April 18th (Japan)

🌟 GMMTV2024 Part 2 (lineup event) - April 23rd (Thailand) ✅

🌟 Boys Be Brave - April 25th (South Korea) 

🌟 CHANGE2561 2024 lineup event - April 25th (Thailand) ✅

🌟 My Stand-In - April 26th (Thailand) ✅

🌟 City Boy Log Vol. 3 - April 30th (South Korea)

New series & movie announcements

🎥 The Fridge - Date TBA (Thailand)

🎥 Flavor of Us (starring Benjamin B., Dome W. & others) - Date TBA (Thailand)

🎥 Children's Day - Date TBA (Taiwan)

🎥 Blue Time - Date TBA (China, possibly censored)

🎥 Bad Guy My Boss - Date TBA (Thailand)

🎥 Oriental Magician In The Ent. Circle - Date TBA (Taiwan)

🎥 Under the Oak Tree - Date TBA (Vietnam)

🎥 Invitation - Date TBA (Thailand)

🎥 The Love Matter - Date TBA (Thailand)

🎥 I Saw You in My Dream - Date TBA (Thailand)

🎥 I Wish You the Best - Date TBA (Thailand)

🎥 Impression of Youth - Date TBA (Taiwan)

🎥 Meet You at the Blossom - Date TBA (Taiwan)

Other news from the BL world

❗️ The production company Studio WabiSabi announced that their actors Boun N., Prem W., Santa P., Sammy C., Yacht P. and Stamp P. have terminated their contracts and will no longer be artists under the company on April 15th. Shortly after, GMMTV announced the 6 of them as newly signed artists, along with the disclosure that BounPrem's upcoming BL Vampire Project is now being produced under GMMTV, who now also own all broadcasting rights; WabiSabi will function as a co-producer. New S. stated on Twitter that the decisions had been long in the making, as well as the fact that WabiSabi no longer functions as a management agency for actors and is now a mere production company. He also denied the rumors that the company is shutting down. Shortly after the transfer of the Wabi Sabi actors, actor Fluke Jeeratch (formerly Pongsakorn) joined GMMTV as well.

❗️ The Filipino BL Gameboys is getting a third season. An air date has not been confirmed.

❗️ P Ekkapop and Pan Jirachot, the lead actors from Kiseki Chapter 2, have announced a new project together. Details are unknown.

❗️ Actor Barcode Tinnasit has announced his departure from his agency Be On Cloud.

❗️ After some confusion, the Korean production company Studio X+U announced that their upcoming series Fragile - which was initially advertized as a Korean SKAM remake - is in fact not connected to the Norwegian web series and is instead a standalone series, which focuses on the life of a group of teenagers. According to ZUM News, there was supposed to be a Korean SKAM remake based on the Norwegian original, which was however cancelled due to unknown reasons. Fragile was created as a substitution.

❗️ GMMTV held their 2024 part 2 event on April 23rd. The following BL projects were announced:

The Heart Killers (starring FirstKhao & JoongDunk)

Perfect10 Liners (starring ForceBook, PerthChimon, JuniorMark)

Heart That Skips a Beat (starring EstWilliam)

Revamp (starring BounPrem, formerly known as Vampire Project)

Sweet Tooth, Good Dentist (starring MarkOhm)

The Ex-Morning (starring KristSingto)

❗️ The production company CHANGE2561 held their 2024 lineup event on April 25th. The following BL projects were announced:

This Love Doesn't Have Long Beans (starring SailubPon)

Goddess Bless You From Death (starring PavelPooh)

I’m The Most Beautiful Count (starring PingSupanut)

Pit Babe Season 2

Upcoming series & movies for May

👉🏻 You Made My Day (starring Tar A. and Bom T. from I Will Knock You) - May 3rd (Thailand)

👉🏻 Inverse Identity / Upside Down - Mary 3rd (China)

👉🏻 Wandee Goodday - May 4th (Thailand)

👉🏻 A Balloon's Landing - May 10th (Taiwan)

👉🏻 City of Stars: Special Episode - May 10th (Thailand, cinema release)

👉🏻 The Time of Fever (Unintentional Love Story spinoff) - May 15th (South Korea)

👉🏻 Blossom Campus - May 16th (South Korea)

👉🏻 OMG! Vampire - May 19th (Thailand)

👉🏻 Manji Reverse - May 24th (Japan)

👉🏻 My Biker 2 - May 28th (Thailand)

[cevans-is-classic]

18+ Only, please. Fluff with some bad language, but just fluff.

My Masterlist is here

My budding Destiel one is here

The sudden sway of Baby veering to the side of the road startled him awake. Dean jerks the wheel in time to avoid the ditch the rumble strips vibrating beneath Baby’s tires and making his teeth itch. 

He straightens on the road, patting Baby’s consol in apology.

Fuck, he’s tired. 

Exhausted. 

He’s long past the ability to stay awake about thirty miles ago. Every time he blinks his eyes droop becoming harder to keep open, but each time Baby veers it reminds him how close they are.

Dean thinks about waking Sam to swap, but one look at his little brother changed his mind. Dean looks at the man, he frowns, seeing Sam curled to rest against the window. His body sags into the seat with his face sticking to the glass. The left side of Sam’s face is all torn up thanks to a date he had with some gravel. The right side ain’t any better with an eye swollen shut and a bruise that’s gonna hurt like hell.

He almost feels the headache he’s gonna have tomorrow. 

Sam’s asleep beside him, forehead rubbed raw, lips pressed into a frown. The black eye loks worse each time he peeks.

He almost asks him to wake up.

Forty minutes has never felt so long. He doesn’t dare turn the music on, despite it helping keep him awake. He’d rather not wake up Sam until they’re home. 

He doesn't.

Sammy needs the rest and they’re only forty minutes away from the bunker. 

Twenty minutes. 

His bed will feel amazing. 

He’d put his throbbing feet up, rest his aching elbow, and refuse to move until Cas agrees to rub his shoulders and never wake him up again.

Fuck, missing Cas was the worst part. 

“Someone must stay with Jack.” He was right.

Coming home to a three-year-old, tow-headed little boy sitting on Cas’s hip in the kitchen leaves him gobsmacked. 

They are dads now. Actual dads. 

Things needed to change

Jack was a real child now. 

He’s still powered up, the little nugget; making the Winchesters the new and approved Three Men and a baby running 24/7. 

They didn’t hunt as often, passing any cases off to the younger guys. When they’re asked to help, they spun ideas until deciding someone must stay with Jack. They started switching off after that. 

Dean knew raising a kid was exhausting. 

He was a damn kid himself trying to raise Sammy with nothing to help.

Jack is different, but not so much. He’ll always be the sweet guy with a bright smile and an awkward hand wave, but that doesn’t stop him from being a graced-up nuisance. Once the kid realized he knew how to open doors, they had to baby-proof everything they could.

Do you know how hard it is to baby-proof a hunter organization bunker?

Thinking of baby-proofing the bunker seemed to wake him up some

 It brings forth the image of Jack running into the living room with a small lion club. That had been a damn shock. Jack proclaimed, loud and proud, that he’d turned his stuffie into an actual cat. 

That took Sam’s life several decades, giving Cas gray hair.

Dean thought it was funny. 

A week later, he did it again only with his bee stuffie, and ran around with it as it tried to get a taste of Dean. 

Dean didn’t think it was funny.

Sam and Cas did.

They learned early on the best thing to do was distract him and get the kid focusing on something else, like a trip to the water park or a promise to get another snake. It’s easier to calm him down when he changes his new friend back.

The control Jack has over his powers is another shocker. The kid was three years old and could teleport them to his favorite park as easily as he could tear a hole in the wall when he forgot Cas was now human. 

Thankfully, healing powers are a part of the package, too. 

Potty trainone Nephilim to get a free pool in the basement.

When he pulled into the garage, he felt his body sigh in relief. 

He’s so close. 

Waking Sam up takes a while. It took three tries before his brother cracked his eyes open, groaning when he saw the light of the garage. 

Dean feels bad for the poor guy. He had to drug him to the gills to get him into the car. 

He helps open his door, ignoring the pain in his arm and the pang when he bends his knee. He gets Sam to his feet and catches him — barely.  

“Come on, little brother.” He yawns. jaw cracking. “Let’s get you to bed.” Shuffling Sam up the stairs through the doorway isn’t as easy as it used to be. He used to lean Sam close to him, keeping him propped and safe like the best big brother he is.

Now he’s a lumbering giant who doesn’t know how to operate his feet.

Sam drops from his hands the moment his shins hit the bed. A loud groan followed by whimpers and Dean sighs. 

“Alright buddy.” Dean slips his boots off, removing his socks, then struggles to get the sasquatches jacket off. 

Sam doesn’t flinch or give any sign he's aware of his brother tucking him in — well — getting a pillow over his head and laying a sheet over him. Dean knows the nightmare that’s Sam’s night sweats and didn’t want to listen to him complain about laundry. 

He makes a mental note to check on him through the night. 

He bypasses the kitchen and keeps walking until he hears low voices. His door is open, a crack wide enough to let the television light streak the floor. 

He follows the thin line, shrugging his jacket off and unbuttoning his shirt. 

Something squishes between his fingers.

He jumps, shaking his hand erratically until whatever it has gone the fuck away. 

His door opens, painting the hallway with blue and yellow light. 

Cas steps around the door, raising a brow at Dean. 

“Hey.” He whispers.

Cas closes the door behind him. “You’re home.” 

“Yeah.” He spreads his arms out, shaking them and flinching at the dull ache in his muscles.

Cas rolls his eyes, stepping in the circle of his arms and nosing his chin. His hair tickles Dean’s nose, more salty than dark. The shampoo he uses smells like apricots; at night he tucks closer to Cas and breathes it in. 

“You need a shower.” 

“Yep,” Dean knocks his head back, “I know. I’m dead, though, man. I think Sammy’s got a concussion, and my elbow is not in the right place.”

“Well,” Cas hums, “Where’d you leave it?” 

He grins, squeezing his angel closer.

Kissing Cas is the greatest thing he’s ever done. 

The day he tugged the man towards his chest, twisting his stupid trench coat in his hands.

When Dean Winchester said fuck it to Chuck, Lucifer, Death, and anything and everything that has ever taken the angel away from him. 

That day, Dean Winchester, saw the light.

He’d spent over a decade staring into vibrant blue eyes, feeling his heart burn in his chest. Too long he pushed and pushed Cas away, kept himself from touching the angel and it was over. 

Nothing could top kissing Cas

Well, Cas kissing him back for sure does. 

“Come on.” The man pulls back. “Let’s get you undressed and cleaned off.”

“I’m down for the undressing.” He winks. 

Cas rolls his eyes. The door opens, peeking his head in. Dean waits until he gets a nod and then follows his boyfriend into their room. 

Jack is on the bed.

Jack is taking up the bed. 

How a five-year-old Nephilim can take up a whole queen-sized bed, Dean will never know. 

“He slept in his big kid bed for nap time, but he wanted to wait for you.” 

“Look how that turned out.” 

Even asleep, the kid looks like Cas. His brow furrowed, mouth pressed into a line. The arm thing he gets from Sam, he’s the only other creature he knows that sleeps with his arms straight out. 

Full spread eagle. 

“Guy knows how to sleep, I’ll give him that.” He toes his boots off, groaning when the pressure releases.

Cas lifts Jack off the bed, resting him over his shoulder. “I’m going to put him in his room. You get undressed, and I’ll help you shower.” His eyes trail down his body and back up, holding his own.

That’s a look. 

Then he’s out the door, Jack’s face pressed onto his shoulder, mouth open with drool dangling from his mouth.

Dean groans when he undoes his pants, letting them drop to the floor. The only thing left on him was worn-out briefs. He’s not even sure these are his briefs, not completely sure these are Cas’s either.

Doing laundry is hell around here.

He looks up at the bed, hoping to see the remote. He saw Jack’s blanket and sippee cup instead.

The little Avengers one Eileen got him for Christmas. 

(That had been an argument he thought he’d won. Who gets him Marvel shit? Batman, dude, Batman.)

It’s scratched from several encounters with walls, floors, and people standing in its way. 

Literally. 

Jack will cry for it and the damn thing will come flying out of nowhere. 

“Ah yes,” Cas takes the blanket after straightening, “wouldn’t want him to wake up without his protective blanket.”

Knocked Dean off his ass once and had him running after with a gun.

Cas is crouched down, leaning in to look into Jack’s play tent. Dean ain’t gonna lie, looking at his angel’s ass? That’s an old habit that will never die.

“Heaven forbid.” 

Cas drapes the blanket over their son, smoothing out the wild hair near his ear, and bends to kiss him. He stays down there for a moment or two, whispering over Jack, a protection spell he uses every night. 

Dean doesn’t understand the words but when Cas speaks them, brushing his finger over Jack’s nose, it makes him think of the last time he saw Jack, and his heart aches. The kid deserves more than they can give him, but damn if he, Sam and Cas are gonna do their fucking best. 

“Come on,” Cas moves past Dean, “Let’s get you cleaned up.” 

He follows, feeling his legs drag, eyes growing heavy. Between one blink and the next, he's beside the bed. Cas, helping him strip out of his clothes. His shirt is a bloody mess, mud caked into the stains, and there’s a long tear where he missed a knife to the gut just so. Cas shakes his head at him and helps Dean shed the shirt. 

His fingers follow the path of blood trails, over bruises on his chest and a gash on his side. For how tired he is he didn’t get it as bad as Sam. 

Cas hums “You’re not as hurt as I expected. Tired?” 

“Should go check on, Sammy. He’s been to the butcher and back.”

“Exhausted.” Another hum. Then he’s kneeling to help Dean kick off his jeans. His boots are heavy when Cas lifts his foot. He drops on the bed, sinking into his beloved memory foam. It’s conforming to him, drawing him in, and he has enough forethought to lift his hips before sinking deeper. 

“You know,” He yawned, “I might take that shower tomorrow. We’ll change the sheets.” His body is heavy, weighing down to the bed, the blanket soft under his hand, and he knows if he curls up with his pillow he’ll be out in seconds. 

Cas doesn’t respond, but he helps scoot Dean further up the bed. He moves him carefully enough not to disrupt his injuries.

Dean blinks, slow and long.

Cas is gone for a moment, seeding panic into his chest until he feels his hands trail over his chest, dragging a cold cloth.

“You sleep,” He said faintly. “I’ll clean you up, then I will check on Sam.” 

All Dean heard was sleep. 

He tries to mumble somewhere along the lines of I love you, but he’s not sure what came out.

_

Castiel checks on Sam after cleaning Dean up and discarding his underwear.

He makes sure that Dean is comfortable and sleeping before he ventures to the younger Winchesters’ room. The light is still on, giving Castiel a clear view of the oversized man sprawled out. 

Spread Eagle. 

Just like their son.

[whump-me]

Obscure: Chapter 9

Chapter 9 of Obscure, novel-length interrogation whump about a rebel leader who can erase memories with a thought, an interrogator who can see inside his subjects’ minds… and the connection they share that neither of them suspects.

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Elias

Every day, the hard metal chair bit into Elias’s legs a little more. Every day, the reflection of the harsh light off the table stabbed a little deeper into his brain. Every day, the world felt a little foggier, his thoughts a little muddier. A product of his lack of sleep. That cot in his room—or call it what it was, his cell—was no better than sleeping on the floor. When he did sleep, he dreamed of Sammy, or occasionally of Max. His dreams were not restful.

It was a small consolation that Kirill looked as if he hadn’t slept well either. His eyes had lost a little of their sharpness, his stance a little of its rigidity. Of course, he had put on that act before. Elias had vowed not to fall for it again. But this time, it looked like Kirill was trying to hide his exhaustion. And that told Elias it was likely real.

What was keeping Kirill awake? Elias hoped it was his question—the question the man hadn’t been able to answer. Who was he under his endless number of masks? Who was this person who had joined PERI willingly to work against his own kind?

Elias didn’t let himself think too long about why he wanted to know. He didn’t let himself wonder who else he was trying to understand.

“Sammy.” Kirill let the name hang in the air. He said nothing else.

As if the name alone would be enough to make the memories spill out of him. But even as he thought it, the memories came, half a dozen in quick succession—birthday party, a skinned knee, a mouthful of baby food spit clear across the room.

Elias blinked away the images and focused on Kirill’s eyes. “A child like you,” he countered. “But you don’t know who you were as a child, do you?” Tit for tat. If Kirill wanted to play press-the-emotional-button, it was only fair for Elias to play, too.

“Not like me,” Kirill said. “I joined by choice. It was an act when I said otherwise. One you fell for.”

“I won’t make that mistake again.”

“You won’t need to worry about it,” said Kirill. “Everything I say from now on will be the truth. We’ve recalled your son from his current operation. He’s here right now, waiting to find out the reason for his change in assignment. We can tell him his recall was an unfortunate mistake, and administrative error, and send him on his way.” He paused. “Or we can hurt him.”

The words were a knife. They tore open Elias’s memory center, and Elias bled.

He bled images of Sammy as an infant, and the woman curled in the corner of his bunker with burn scars up and down her arms.

He bled Sammy at two years old, and a man dragged away screaming through an abandoned industrial park as Elias watched helplessly, the man’s eyes warning him to stay hidden.

Sammy at four, and a corpse facedown in brackish water, her skin pockmarked with electrical burns, her eyes gouged from her head.

Sammy at six—

Elias took a shaky breath. Then another.

“I shook you up that badly yesterday, did I?” His voice trembled. So did his hands.

“Don’t give yourself so much credit. I set the recall in motion yesterday morning, before we spoke.” Kirill gave him a thin smile that wasn’t a smile. “I told you I wouldn’t let you play cat and mouse forever.”

The memories kept going. His shaky breathing exercises couldn’t hold them at bay. He tried anyway.

Inhale for four, exhale for four.

Sammy at eight.

Inhale for four, exhale for four.

A man staring into his eyes in the bunker, eyes haunted. I was with them for two years. Do you know the kinds of things they do to make a person cooperate?

Inhale. Exhale.

He clung to his breaths like a rope thrown to a drowning man. The rope slid from his hands like it was only more water. So he clung to something else instead. Those pale gray eyes. He reached for Kirill’s mind, clawing his way in, all subtlety gone.

The electric shock, when it came, was a relief. It burned the memories from his mind, along with his concentration.

For a few seconds.

“No more of that,” said Kirill. “If you try it again, I’ll make sure your son gets every shock I delivered to you.”

“You’ll hurt him anyway,” said Elias, even as he knew he would never try to obscure Kirill again.

“Only if you don’t cooperate.” Kirill’s voice cut like a knife through the images flashing through Elias’s mind. But it did nothing to stop the memories. “I’ll need the names of everyone who works with you, in order of seniority. The locations of your safehouses. The different branches of your network, their responsibilities, and the complete chain of command for each.”

Safehouses. His mind was already in the bunker, and it stayed there, all the details sharpening until they stood out sharper than real life.

He willed his memory to remain in the bunker, tried to concentrate on every detail—reading the titles of the books in the bookshelf, counting the squares of the quilt. But his treacherous mind, fueled by emotion and steered by Kirill’s suggestion, moved on.

It moved to the second floor of a small doctor’s office in a strip mall two states away. Elias had never been there personally, but he had seen pictures. Those pictures flashed through his mind now in a series of still images. Half a dozen cots; cabinets crammed full of scavenged medical equipment. Scarred patients with haunted eyes.

On the rare occasion they could rescue someone from one of PERI’s research facilities, that was where they sent them for treatment and rehabilitation. Their survival rate was almost sixty percent. Elias was told that was impressive.

His memory moved on again, to a circle of cabins at the end of a logging road, deep in a forest so thick the sunniest days were shadowed. A community where people could stay over the medium-term—one year, two, sometimes even five—when they didn’t have the resources to flee, or wouldn’t be safe even under an assumed name.

Elias had visited a handful of times. It reminded him a little of home, even though his home had been wide-open meadows and long, low ranch houses built from scratch. Every time, he had wished he could stay. But it would have put the people there in danger, and they were at enough to risk as it was. And he had his own life waiting for him at the farmhouse.

That thought brought his memory to the farmhouse. He clung to the familiar images with relief. Walking inside with Laina for the first time, carrying her across the threshold like she was a new bride, even though they had been married for almost five years by then. The first breakfast he had cooked in that kitchen, eggs and bacon, presenting it to Laina with a flourish and saying they were real farmers now. Laina had laughed at him, reminded him that he had bought those eggs and that bacon at the grocery store, and that they were growing apples, not keeping chickens or pigs.

Their first fight in the farmhouse, two weeks later, when she had broached the subject she had sworn not to bring up, dropping hints about how the house was awfully big for just the two of them. He embraced the memory. He would take anything, no matter how painful, as long as Kirill couldn’t do anything with it.

Then he breathed away the memory, and let it go.

He had won.

This round.

“Spoken answers would save us the trouble of tracking down those locations,” said Kirill. “The more you give us, the less your son will suffer.”

At the mention of Sammy, the memory-wound tore open. Elias struggled to breathe. “You’d hurt him so easily? I thought he was one of yours now.”

“He is. But your information is worth more. And we have a plan in place to handle the aftermath.”

The last word, spoken in the cold tones of Kirill’s current persona, curdled Elias his stomach and set loose another gout of fear-memories. “Aftermath? You mean the body?” He pictured Sammy, the age he had seen him last, but lying on the ground cold and dead. The image that had plagued his nightmares until he found out the truth.

But that was imagination, not memory. So Kirill got nothing. His pale eyes remained clear and focused.

Kirill shook his head. “PERI prefers not to waste valuable resources. We won’t kill him. Not unless you make it necessary.” He smiled. It didn’t reach his eyes. “Maybe not even then. He’s more useful to us alive, even if we’re only using him as a weapon against you. Once he’s dead, there’s nothing more we can do to him.”

Elias stared into those cold eyes. There had to be a person in there somewhere. There had been once. That child Kirill claimed he didn’t care about remembering. The one who, in the grip of grief, had made a Faustian bargain.

“Is that how you see yourself?” Elias asked. “As a resource? There’s no difference between him and you, you know. Or do you think they see you differently because you joined voluntarily? They don’t.”

Elias didn’t have to know Kirill personally to know that much. He knew his enemy. He had studied them for the past fifteen years.

Kirill showed no reaction. “The addresses of your safehouses,” he said. “The names of your subordinates, and their areas of responsibility.” He nodded down at Elias’s wrist. “For your son, we’ll start with a shock bracelet like yours. Then we’ll move on to worse.”

“You don’t need to give specifics. I’ve seen what you can do.” Elias forced the words out like a talisman against memory. A distraction. It didn’t work. The memories squeezed out around the edges of his focus.

Lark Albright, who had only agreed to go into hiding on the condition that she could join his work. Annemarie and Nabor Eichmann, who had lost their child and wanted to make their loss mean something. Kevin Kasperski—

Elias kept talking. “Do you think they wouldn’t do the same to you if they thought it was worth their while?” Each word was a struggle. Each syllable was a pebble placed in a dam, an attempt to hold back the river of memory. The current washed them away almost as soon as he could place them.

“I’m too useful to them,” said Kirill. “And there’s no one left alive who cares about me.” There was no emotion in his words.

Elias struggled to focus on those cold eyes. Not to obscure Kirill—he wouldn’t do that again, not after Kirill’s threat. Just to give himself something to focus on besides the fear and Kirill’s questions.

His eyes were as pale as Max’s. Was Max working in a facility like this somewhere, staring into a prisoner’s eyes with a flat, empty gaze?

And Sammy. What had he been doing for PERI before they had recalled him? Were his eyes as cold as Kirill’s now?

“You’re not focused enough,” said Kirill. “Let me change that. We can snap the bones in your son’s hand, one by one. He doesn’t need them for his work. I could demonstrate on you, so you know what your son will be facing.”

Elias’s hands involuntarily twitched away from Kirill. Memory surged through him—a reddened, wrinkled infant hand, impossibly small in his, less than a day old. A bigger hand, but still small in his, clutching his index finger as they walked across the street together—Sammy had been too proud to hold hands the way he used to. A scraped palm, tears, tweezers picking out the bits of gravel from the wound.

“Your contacts,” Kirill said, like Elias had known he would.

Elias dug through his own memory ruthlessly, throwing out images like roadblocks. A man bleeding out in his arms. A woman facedown in the water. PERI had already killed too many of his people. Now the dead could shield the living.

“Your active contacts,” Kirill said implacably. “And you don’t have to wait for me to pluck the memories from your head. Give me a thorough accounting, out loud, and guarantee that your son will be sent back to his current assignment with no knowledge of your presence here.”

Would his name mean anything to Sammy? Did he remember him? A sharp pang of grief. His son disappearing onto the school bus, its accordion door swallowing him.

“Your active contacts,” Kirill repeated. His voice showed no hint of frustration.

And Elias’s memory obeyed. Despite his attempts to throw up roadblocks, despite the pebbles placed in the roaring river of memory, Kirill’s voice steered his thoughts expertly. He pictured Mikyla Cogburn, a bored mother of three who had occupied herself by hacking into government systems and discovered one of PERI’s research projects by accident. Fleming Hammerberg, a weedy and freckled man who Elias had tried to recruit for the better part of a year for his rare distance-telepathy skills. Hayat Jalil—

Elias breathed in and out. He stared at his hands, and willed himself not to think of broken bones.

But that was the wrong approach. Resisting pain only ever brought more pain.

There would be pain. There would be grief that would never fade, and wounds that would never heal. That was the way of the world.

He stared his grief in the face until it looked away.

The river slowed, then stilled.

“You’ll do what you’re going to do,” he said, his voice even. Almost as if he meant it. “I can’t stop you.”

He tried to tell himself it was the truth. Pain was inevitable. Grief was inevitable.

But Sammy’s suffering was not. Elias could save him, send him back to his life as a cold-eyed PERI resource. If he traded away everyone who had put their trust in him.

Maybe tomorrow he would do it. Maybe the day after. Maybe the anticipation of Sammy’s pain would be too much for him, and he would give in and hate himself for it later. Or maybe his moment of weakness wouldn’t come until he saw Sammy in front of him, and heard his son’s adult voice for the first time in the sound of an agonized scream.

But not today.

He took another breath. And another. The memories didn’t return.

There would be more rounds. He wouldn’t win them all. Kirill had already handed him a few painful losses—and others would feel that pain in his place.

But for the moment… for the moment, he had won.

Kirill’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Maybe hurting your son isn’t the right strategy after all.”

Elias restrained himself from flashing Kirill a smile of triumph. But he felt it in his heart. If his victory had shaken Kirill, maybe it was more significant than he had thought.

Then Kirill’s thin lips curved into a smile of his own. “An account from your mouth would be the most efficient method of gathering information,” he said, ���but for now, it’s not necessary. I got more than enough from your memories alone in the last few minutes.”

The flame of victory in Elias’s heart turned to ash.

His victory had been no victory at all. Kirill hadn’t backed down because Elias had successfully held the memories at bay. He had backed down because he had gotten enough to satisfy him for now.

Kirill stood. “We’ll discuss the remaining unanswered questions another time,” he said, already turning toward the door. “Maybe you’ll change your mind about talking to me. If not, we have plenty of beds. Your son can stay here as long as we need him.”

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[thestarrystarpets]

Sierra's Star Story!

Sent by Copilot:

Once upon a time in the Thunderbirds Are Go universe, Scott Tracy was on a daring rescue mission. As he navigated through the treacherous terrain, he encountered the Hood, who had a sinister plan. With a flick of his wrist, the Hood cast a spell, transforming Scott into a Gray Tabby Cat Starpet.

Scott, now a small and agile cat, found himself in a perilous situation. Just as he was about to be captured by the Hood’s minions, a bright light enveloped the area. Out of the light stepped Sierra Intala, a brave 13-year-old girl, and Starie, a fluffy gray cat Starpet with a heart of gold.

Sierra and Starie had teleported to the Thunderbirds Are Go universe, sensing that someone was in need of their help. Sierra, with her quick thinking and determination, devised a plan to rescue Scott. Starie, using her Starpet abilities, created a diversion, allowing Sierra to sneak past the minions and reach Scott.

With a gentle touch, Sierra reassured Scott that they were there to help. Starie used her powers to break the spell, and Scott slowly transformed back into his human form. Grateful for their bravery and quick thinking, Scott thanked Sierra and Starie for saving him.

Together, the trio confronted the Hood, thwarting his evil plans and ensuring the safety of the Thunderbirds Are Go universe. From that day on, Scott, Sierra, and Starie formed an unbreakable bond, ready to face any challenge that came their way.

After their adventure, Sierra Intala returned to the real world. She couldn’t wait to share her incredible story with her classmates. As she walked into her classroom, she was greeted by her friends: Delvin Needly, Gia Ippolitto, Tearia Edwards, Sammie Merchan, Milly Stampp, Emma Kutsher, Jadiel Quiles, Astrid Alverado, Jordan Kenton, and Tyler Perez.

With excitement in her voice, Sierra recounted her thrilling adventure in the Thunderbirds Are Go universe, leaving her classmates in awe. They listened intently, amazed by the bravery and teamwork that Sierra, Scott, and Starie had displayed.

As Sierra finished her story, she reached into her bag and pulled out a shimmering Starlight Wand. The wand glowed with a magical light, captivating her classmates. Sierra explained how she had received the wand as a token of gratitude from Starie for her bravery and friendship.

[timelesstimesgoneby]

All Disney animals I can think of but I'm not including any Disney animated cannon or anything connect to that universe and same with Pixar because of cars universe please add anymore in the comments section

Ducktales 1987–1990

Chip 'n' Dale Rescue Rangers

1988–1990

Mickey's Christmas Carol 1983 G 26m

A Goofy Movie 1995 G 1h 18m

Mickey, Donald, Goofy: The Three Musketeers 2004 G 1h 7m

Many Adventures Of Winnie The Pooh G 1977 1h 14m

Pooh's Grand Adventure: The Search For Christopher Robin 1997 G 1h 16m

The Tigger Movie 2000 G 1h 17min

Piglet's Big Movie 2003 G 1h 29m

Winnie The Pooh: Springtime With Roo 2004 G 1h 5min

Pooh's Heffalump Movie 2005 1h 8m

Pooh's Heffalump Halloween Movie 2005 G 1h 7m

Winnie The Pooh 2011 G 1h 3min

Christopher Robin 2018 Pg 1h 43m

Dr Dolittle 1967 Nr 2h 32m

1. Ice Age 2002 Pg 81 Min

2. Robots 2005 Pg 91 Min

3 Ice Age: The Meltdown 2006 Pg 91 Min

4 Horton Hears A Who! 2008 G 86 Min

5 Ice Age: Dawn Of The Dinosaurs 2009 Pg 94 Min

6 Rio 2011 G 96 Min

7 Ice Age: Continental Drift 2012 Pg 88 Min

8 Epic 2013 Pg 102 Min

9 Rio 2 2014 G 101 Min

10 The Peanuts Movie 2015 G 88 Min

11 Ice Age: Collision Course 2016 Pg 94 Min

Alvin And The Chipmunks 2007 Pg 1h 32m

Night At The Museum: Secret Of The Tomb 2014 Pg 1h 38m

Snow Dogs 2002 Pg 1h 42m

White Fang 1991 Pg 1h 47min

White Fang 2: Myth Of The White Wolf 1994 Pg 1h 46min

The Call Of The Wild 2020 Pg 1h 40min

Iron Will (1994)

Eight Below 2006 Pg 2h

Secretariat (2010) Pg 2h 3m Go

We Bought A Zoo Pg 2011 2h 11m

1. The Crimson Wing: Mystery Of The Flamingos (G, 2008)

2. Oceans

2. African Cats

3. Chimpanzee (G, 2012, 1h 18m)

4. Bears (G, 2014, 1h 18m)

5. Monkey Kingdom (2015, 1h 21m)

20,000 Leagues Under The Sea (1954) G 2h 7m

Swiss Family Robinson 1960 G 2h 6min

The Absent Minded Professor 1961 Son Of Flubber

1962 1h 42m

Sammy, The Way-Out Seal 1962

The Incredible Journey 1963 G 1h 20min

A Tiger Walks G 1964 1h 31m

Moon Pilot 1962 1h 38m

Rocketman 1997 Pg 1h 35min

The Barefoot Executive 1971 G 1h 36m

Monkeys, Go Home! 1967 G 1h 41min

The Misadventures Of Merlin Jones 1964 G 1h 31 Min

The Monkey's Uncle 1965 1hr 31min

George Of The Jungle 1997 Pg 1h 32min

George Of The Jungle 2 2003 Pg 1h 27min

Charlie, The Lonesome Cougar 1967 G 1h 15min

The Adventures Of Bullwhip Griffin 1967 G 1h 48min

That Darn Cat! 1965 G 1h 56min

That Darn Cat 1997 Pg 1h 29min

The Million Dollar Duck 1971 G 1h 29min

Bedknobs And Broomsticks 1971 G 1h 35m

Snowball Express 1972 G 1h 39m

Superdad 1973 G 1h 36m

Charley And The Angel 1973 G 1h 33m

The Castaway Cowboy (1974) G

The Cat From Outer Space 1978 G 1h 44min

The Hunter And The Rockstar 1980 Nr 60 Min

Disney Classic 4 Movie Collection

Darby O'gill And The Little People 1959 1h 33m

The Gnome-Mobile 1967 1h 24m

The Happiest Millionaire 1967 2h 52m

The One And Only, Genuine, Original Family Band 1968 G 1h 50m

Kurt Russell 4 Movie Collection

The Horse In The Gray Flannel Suit 1968 G 1h 54m

The Computer Wore Tennis Shoes 1969 G 1h 31m

Now You See Him, Now You Don't G 1h 28m

Strongest Man In The World G 1h 35m

Disney Don Knotts 4-Movie Collection

The Apple Dumpling Gang 1975 G 1h 40m

Gus 1976 G 1h 36m

Hot Lead And Cold Feet 1978 G 1h 30m

The Apple Dumpling Gang Rides Again 1979 G 1h 28m

Dogs 1

The Shaggy Dog 1959

The Ugly Dachshund 1966

The Shaggy D.A. 1976

The Shaggy Dog 2006

Dogs 2

Rascal 1969

The Journey Of Natty Gann 1985

Benji The Hunted 1987

Where The Red Fern Grows 2003

[laura-the-yellow-cat]

Vladdy the forgotten Animatronic Demon/Vampire/Ghost Hybrid My NEW MSA x FNAF Enemy OC

Full Name: Victor Anderson, later Vladdy the forgotten Animatronic Demon/Vampire/Ghost Hybrid

First Name: Victor

Last Name: Anderson

Nicknames: The forgotten animatronic (By Charlie, Tia, Sarah and Susan), Terrence Prenderghast, the henchman of the gold/yellow bunny, Vladdy

Gender: Male

Profile Pic

Age: 37 (deceased)

Blood Type:

Occupation:

Actual or Past Occupation:

Favourite Shows/Games: ___/___/___

(___,___,___)

Favourite Food:

Instrument: Guitar

Favourite Animal:

Family Members Relatives: Phillip (his EX-brother, later enemy), Tanya and Brooke (his big sisters; deceased about the car accident), Henry (his father, later enemy), Dana (his mother; later enemy)

Other Family Members Relatives: Unknown grandmother (deacesed), ___ (his grandfather, later enemy)

Species: Human, later Animatronic Demon/Vampire/Ghost Hybrid

Friends: Purple Guy/William Afton/Springtrap/Springbonnie

Enemies: Susan Walterson (his enemy), Tia, Charlie, Freddy Fazbear, Markus, Bonnie the Bunny, Cream, Chica the Chicken, Foxy the Pirate Fox, Me/Laura (her animatronic Yellow Cat from), Golden Freddy, Black Charro, Gia, Sammy, Mindy Pepper, Muffet Pepper and Izzy, Sarah (You/Her), Phillip and all foes

Alignment: Evil/Bad

Likes:

Dislikes:

Hobby:

Goals: to help william afton disguises as "Springtrap/Springbonnie" and "Vladdy" and murdering kids to inside the animatronics (briefly Succeeded, expect Susan Walterson who was survived), to Killing the night guards for did to his sisters, Tanya and Brooke, gets outta the springlock named "Vladdy the forgotten Animatronic Demon/Vampire/Ghost" (both failed)

Weapons: Knife (Like Purple Guy/William Afton/Springtrap/Springbonnie in FNAF Movie)

Powers and Abilities: (like Like Purple Guy/William Afton/Springtrap/Springbonnie in FNAF Movie)

Skills and Abilities: (like Like Purple Guy/William Afton/Springtrap/Springbonnie in FNAF Movie)

Fears/Phobias:

Skin Colour: Pale Ivory (his human from), Pale Blue (his animatronic Demon/Vampire/Ghost Springlock/Hybrid from and like Vlad Plasmius')

Eyes Colour: Gray Teal (his human from), Ruby Red (his animatronic Demon/Vampire/Ghost Springlock/Hybrid from and like Vlad Plasmius')

Hair Colour: Gray Teal (his human from), White (his animatronic Demon/Vampire/Ghost Springlock/Hybrid from, like Vlad Plasmius' and Dark Danny')

Clothes: Shirt and Jeans (his human from), Long-sleeved Shirt with collar and trousers (his animatronic Demon/Vampire/Ghost Springlock/Hybrid from and like Vlad Plasmius')

Shoes: Slip-on Shoes (his human from), Long Boots (his animatronic Demon/Vampire/Ghost Springlock/Hybrid from and like Vlad Plasmius')

Accessories: Glasses and Tie (in his disguise as Terrence Prenderghast), Hat, Belt (his animatronic Demon/Vampire/Ghost Springlock/Hybrid from and Like Professor Ratigan's), Gloves and Cape (like Vlad Plasmius')

Hair Styles: Low Fade (his human from), ___ (his animatronic Demon/Vampire/Ghost Springlock/Hybrid from and like Vlad Plasmius')

Nationality:

Sexuality:

Mustache Style: (Like Purple Guy/William Afton/Springtrap/Springbonnie in FNAF Movie)

Beard Style: (Like Vlad Plasmius')

This one sounds like Vlad Plasmius and Dark Danny (from Danny Phantom)

@sfcabanasstarcgs and @mysteryideasgroup

[ssseriema]

i also have cat photos!!

don't mind the blurriness, the photos are rlly old and i haven't bothered to make them digital yet!

black cat is Ashes, gray cat is Sammy, and the white one is Sydney! Sydney is blind so that's why her eyes glow :)

AWW so many kitties!!!! i have been blessed !!! by kitties!!!! theyre all such cuties im crying

[weoncelivedinacastle]

Shelby Blue

Remy LeBeau

Chloe Gray

Penny Lane

Sammi Davis Jr the Cat

Flanagan

Calvin

Lexie

SheRa the Princess of Power

Bearin Duke of Rottweiler

Chance

Miss Peabody

Raggamuffin

I will love you forever. Thanks for picking me to be your Mom.

[mrobson]

it's my top singles of 2024! 100. Calvin Harris ft. Rag 'n' Bone Man - Lovers In A Past Life 099. Rita Ora - Ask & You Shall Receive 098. Alok & Jazzy - The Heat 097. Nemo - The Code 096. Perrie - You Go Your Way 095. Selena Gomez - Love On 094. Kaleen - We Will Rave 093. Charli xcx - 360 092. Benson Boone - Beautiful Things 091. Teddy Swims - Bad Dreams 090, Nathan Dawe - We Ain't Here For Long 089. Katy Perry - LIFETIMES 088. Ella Henderson & Rudimental - Alibi 087. Rachel Chinouriri - What A Devastating Turn Of Events 086. Sabrina Carpenter - Espresso 085. Delta Goodrem - Hearts On The Run 084. Ben Hemsley ft. Chenai - Closer 083. Ava Max - Spot A Fake 082. Kacey Musgraves - Too Good To Be True 081. Becky Hill - Swim 080. Mabel ft Shygirl - Look At My Body Pt. II 079. Everything Everything - Enter The Mirror 078. Shygirl ft. SG Lewis - mr useless 077. Jude York - Monaco 076. Alessia Cara - (Isn't It) Obvious 075. Chappell Roan - Good Luck, Babe! 074. Dua Lipa - These Walls 073. Rudimental, Skepsis, Charlotte Plank & Riko Dan - Green & Gold 072. Kenya Grace - It's not fair 071. Billie Eilish - BIRDS OF A FEATHER 070. JORDY - BREAKUP SEX 069. Jamie xx, Romy & Oliver Sim - Waited All Night 068. Perrie - Forget About Us 067. Dagny - Strawberry Dream 066. Becky Hill - Outside of Love 065. Charli xcx - 365 064. Nelly Furtado ft. Tove Lo & SG Lewis - Love Bites 063. Sabrina Carpenter - Taste 062. Zara Larsson - You Love Who You Love 061. Galantis, David Guetta & 5 Seconds of Summer - Lighter 060. Taylor Swift - I Can Do It With A Broken Heart 059. Addison Rae - Diet Pepsi 059. Shawn Mendes - Why Why Why 057. ROYA - Cruise 056. FLETCHER - Lead Me On 055. Rachel Chinouriri - Never Need Me 054. Damiano David - Born With A Broken Heart 053. Dua Lipa - Training Season 052. Becky Hill - Multiply 051. Jacqline - Effortless 050. Fickle Friends - Feral 049. Disclosure - She's Gone, Dance On 048. Felix Jaehn & Sophie Ellis-Bextor - Ready For Your Love 047. Charli xcx - Apple 046. Rachel Chinouriri - It Is What It Is 045. The Script - Both Ways 044. Ariana Grande - yes, and? 043. Grace Davies - Another Night 042. JADE - Angel Of My Dreams 041. goddard & Cat Burns - Wasted Youth 040. Camila Cabello ft. Lil Nas X - HE KNOWS 039. Conor Maynard - Maybe I 038. Majestix x The Jammin Kid x Celine Dion - Set My Heart On Fire (I'm Alive X And The Beat Goes On) 037. Cat Burns - alone 036. Clean Bandit, Anne-Marie & David Guetta - Cry Baby 035. Alec Benjamin - Sacrifice Tomorrow 034. Nothing But Thieves - Oh No :: He Said What? 033. Dylan - The Alibi 032. Charli xcx - Sympathy is a knife featuring ariana grande 031. JORDY - NICE THINGS 030. Griff - Anything 029. Jessie Ware & Romy - Lift You Up 028. Dua Lipa - Illusion 027. Becky Hill & Sonny Fodera - Never Be Alone 026. Jax Jones & Zoe Wees - Never Be Lonely 025. Tove Lo & SG Lewis - HEAT 024. Dylan - Perfect Revenge 023. Zerb, The Chainsmokers & Ink - Addicted 022. Kesha - JOYRIDE 021. Charli xcx - Talk Talk featuring troye sivan 020. Allie X - Off With Her Tits 019. Madison Beer - 15 MINUTES 018. Nathan Dawe & MNEK - Ten (Get Back Up) 017. Cat Burns - end game 016. Sammy Virji - If U Need It 015. Charli xcx - Von dutch 014. Ariana Grande - we can't be friends (wait for your love) 013. Jamie XX & Robyn - Life 012. Becky Hill - Right Here 011. FLETCHER - Doing Better 010. Rose Gray - Wet & Wild 009. JADE - Fantasy 008. John Summit, Sub Focus & Julia Church - Go Back 007. Griff - last night's mascara 006. Sub Focus & Katy B - Push The Tempo 005. Madison Beer - Make You Mine 004. The Blessed Madonna ft. Kylie Minogue - Edge of Saturday Night 003. Charli xcx - Girl, so confusing featuring lorde 002. Confidence Man - I Can't Lose You 001. Griff - Miss Me Too

[cryptidsurveys]

Thursday, August 8th, 2024.

what form of communication did you last use to talk to the person you're currently interested in? I'm not romantically interested in anyone at this time.

if you were to leave the house right now, would you change your outfit all? Yeah. I did wear it to go grocery shopping earlier, but I will be showering and changing before going to lunch with my parents.

when was the last time something really cute happened to you? It didn't really happen to me exactly, but last Tuesday, the woman who adopted Sammy and Bella Donna (two kitties at the shelter) sent in a kitty gift package. The text on the envelope was so cute; it said, "To open, chew along the dotted lines." :') Gifts included some cat-safe long-lasting bubbles, a whole bunch of fuzzballs and these little plastic guns to shoot them, and these really cool misting brushes (you fill up the reservoir, turn them on, and they mist while you brush). Paris was going around giving all the cats "~secret baths~," lmao.

why aren't you texting the last person you kissed? They aren't part of my life.

has anything happened to you within the past month that's made you really happy? Again, this didn't happen to me as much as it was something I did, but becoming a full-time volunteer at the animal shelter. I'm amazed at how well my body is holding up to the oftentimes 10+ hour days. I pretty much already knew my mental health could handle it, but my physical abilities were the real question. At this point, in order to make the jump to being fully employed, I feel like all I really have to do is get my migraines under much better control.

do you want to see someone right now? Not right this second.

did a boy or girl text message you last? The last person to text me was my dad.

when was the last time something bothered you? Ehh. Something is almost always bothering me, at least on some level. Nothing major at the moment, though. Just vague fears, thoughts, frustrations…

what was the last thing you looked up on YouTube? I was watching a Zachary Michael video just before taking this survey. After a lengthy drought, Gorl World is experiencing a veritable flood of drama. I can hardly keep up!

have you held hands with anyone in the past 24 hours? No.

did the last guy/girl you kissed have any piercings? Yeah.

what exactly did you drink the last time you were intoxicated? I wasn't heavily intoxicated, but I had a few sample beers at the fundraising event I went to a couple of weeks ago.

do you actually love your parents? Yes. My dad is my favorite person in the whole world. My relationship with my mom is stable but still complicated, but I would say I love her as well.

have you ever had a school picture turn out absolutely dreadful? Naw. I might have hated them at the time, but looking back, there was absolutely nothing wrong with them.

are you more prone to being the social butterfly, or the wallflower? I'm more of a wallflower because I'm super shy and sometimes find it difficult to relate to other people because of my life's strange trajectory, but I think I'm a social person at heart. I was wondering the other day if it was possible to be both shy and an extrovert, and I realized those two things don't necessarily have to be mutually exclusive. I might not know how to open up to or connect with other people, but I still find myself energized by positive social interactions. Even though the animal shelter can be kind of crazy, it's still like this gives me LIFE.

would you rather go to a katy perry or taylor swift concert? Neither.

have you ever thrown up from working out? I've thrown up on backpacking trips. However, while physical exertion was obviously involved, it was probably more related to migraines/altitude sickness.

what pattern do the sheets on your bed have? They're just plain gray.

are your days full and fast-paced? Some of them are full, some are more in the middle, and my days off are pretty lowkey (those days typically only involve cleaning, grocery shopping, therapy, maybe a movie with my mom or a trip to the Mountain Park with my dad).

what languages can you count to ten or higher in? English and German.

where did you get the underwear you are wearing right now? Walmart.

are you good with painting nails with your left hand? I'm not good at painting my nails period.

do you feel uncomfortable sharing drinks with other people? Yeah. It just icks me out.

have you gone through a lot emotionally, or has life been easy thus far? I've been through it. Life is so much easier now and maybe that's why I can be so chill about so much. I felt like I was in hell before, so this is nothing in comparison.

have either of your grandparents ever told you a sexual joke? No.

do you spend more time outside or inside? Inside.

would you rather give up the computer or the tv? TV. I don't even watch regular television as it is.

do you own any fake designer purses? No.

who was the last person you were with that smelled really good? I'm not sure.

do you think braces are sexy? No. I don't think they're ugly, but I don't think they're attractive either.

what were you for halloween in first grade? I have no idea.

last person to make you seriously mad? Maybe my dad, but it's been a long time since I've been seriously upset with him.

don't you hate when people have cell phones but never answer them? Lol. I am that person. My phone is always set to silent (unless I'm actually expecting a call - then I'll turn up the volume so I don't miss it). It's one of the things I had to explain to my mom - like, aside from listening to YouTube videos, my phone is little more than an afterthought. I've had to get used to the notion that someone might actually try to contact me. A couple of weeks ago, it was an absolute miracle that I caught the text from Alex asking if I could come in to the shelter that afternoon to fill in while she took a cat to the vet.

who have you recently made up with after fighting? No one.

what kind of toothpaste do you use? I think it's Aim…idk.

last thing you bought at the grocery store? A bunch of stuff - including the doughnuts I wanted to get for tomorrow.

what were you doing this morning at 1am? Sleeping.

funniest name you have ever heard? Idk.

what could someone do to irritate you? Hmm.

have you used a tissue today? No.

the last person that slept in your bed gets arrested, what do you do? Nothing. I wouldn't even know about it.

what color hair does your mom have? Greying brown.

when people ask "how are you?" do you say "good" even if you aren't? Yep. Unless you're my dad or my therapist (and sometimes my mom), I'm always "good." ;D

honestly, did you really love the last person you said i love you to? Yeah.

when was the last time you were told you were cute? No idea.

how was your friday? Good. I was at the animal shelter all day.

when is the last time you were in a swimming pool? Not since I was a teen.

did you speak to your father today? Yeah.

what was the last thing you drank? Coffee.

is there anyone you want to come see you? No.

how did you wake up this morning? I just woke up naturally.

[crittercrossing]

Rest in Peace, Smokey

March 28th, 2005—February 15th, 2021

I met my best friend on the day he was born in 2005. I was nine years old. In the prior year, I had befriended a couple of semi-feral cats who took up residence at my childhood home, a male and a female. Growing up in a very rural area in the mid-2000s, spaying and neutering pets was a rare thing that was usually reserved for dogs, and practically unheard of in indoor-outdoor cats. And so, it was no surprise when these two cats had kittens, born on my front porch.

Smokey's mother was pregnant when I went to school that day, and when I returned home, I peered into the box we'd set up for her on the porch and saw six impossibly tiny kittens. I still vividly remember the sight of them and the fierce excitement I felt. Of the six kittens, I immediately noticed that one of them was much smaller than the others—a little grayish-tinted black tabby. I adored him from the moment we met.

He was named Smokey, for his smoky-gray color and my belief that he was a gray tabby. (It was several years before my fascination with cat colors and genetics took hold, when I would learn that he was, in fact, a black tabby.) Smokey was always the runt of the litter, a tiny kitten who stayed smaller than his siblings throughout their first few months of life.

I can't recall now exactly when this happened, but at some point, Sassy, the mother, seemed to give up on Smokey, perhaps because he was so small and weak. She stopped letting him nurse and even went so far as to remove him from the nest and from the other kittens. Determined to help him thrive, my mom and I began bottle-feeding him with kitten formula and spending lots of one-on-one time with him. I loved him wildly, and we began to develop a close bond.

After several weeks of supplemental feedings, Sassy accepted Smokey again. The little guy acted as though he never even knew that his mother tried to abandon him, and he became a mama's boy. He followed Sassy everywhere she went, and rarely left her side.

Being a kid and living with six kittens was one of the most fun experiences of my life. I loved all of the kittens tremendously, but Smokey was my favorite.

I don't have a lot of specific memories from that time period once Smokey got strong enough to fully rejoin his feline family, but I know I spent hours and hours playing with all of the kittens, cuddling them, and getting to know them as individuals. Smokey remained very close to his mother, to me, and to his only brother, Sammy—he seemed to feel very net neutral about everyone else, human or animal.

Thankfully, Smokey thrived with the extra feedings and special attention. He always remained very small—even as an adult, he was smaller than most female cats—but he was healthy and strong and full of energy and life. By the time he was six months old, he fit in so well with his siblings that you never would have guessed how drastically smaller than them he used to be.

Sassy, a tremendously patient mother, continued to let all six kittens nurse until they were nearly six months old. This is my only photo of the entire family together, with Smokey at the bottom.

We decided to keep Smokey and Sammy, and to rehome the four females. Though they were already close, Smokey and Sammy became inseparable once they were the only two indoor cats (their mother went missing not long after the above photo was taken, and their father lived almost entirely outdoors).

As a young adult, Smokey had a pretty different personality than his brother, and was less slightly less social. Sammy was the first one who would approach people, and he would jump up on their legs in the way that small dogs do. Smokey would follow behind and rub on people's legs in a more typical cat fashion. When other people came into the house, Smokey would run and hide behind the furniture, while Sammy would hang around to greet them. But that never bothered me at all, because when it was just Smokey and I, he was still the sweetest little guy in the world, someone who would sit with me and let me hold him and dress him up in silly things sometimes.

For eight years, Smokey and Sammy shared their lives together, with the closest bond between animal brothers that I've ever seen. Sammy passed away suddenly in 2013, and for the first time in his life, Smokey was the only cat in the house. He immediately became closer to people again, and from that point on, he never really hid anywhere, even when other people came over.

Not long after Sammy passed away, I took Smokey to the vet for a check-up just to make sure he was okay, as the vets were unable to determine what had caused Sammy's death. That was when Smokey was diagnosed with a heart murmur. I can't recall now what grade it was at the time, but it was either a grade four or five, as I know it started with a 'f.' There are six grades of heart murmur in cats. At the time, the vet assured me that he was otherwise healthy, and that the murmur was just something to keep an eye on. It might cause problems later, or it might not. Smokey was eight years old then, and I just desperately hoped that I would get at least a few more years with him. Little did I know then that he would live nearly another eight years.

Smokey very briefly shared the home with another cat, Crowfeather, a young male who unfortunately didn't live long—less than two years. Smokey didn't particularly like Crowfeather, but he tolerated his adopted younger brother surprisingly well. Kudos to Smokey for being so patient when Crowfeather was super high energy and loved to annoy him.

For several years, Smokey was allowed to go outside during the day, before I did my research and learned about how bad of an idea that is for cats and for the natural environment around them. I'm very glad that nothing bad happened to him in that time. Smokey loved being outside, but he was always very good about coming home when the weather started to get bad or before it got dark outside. And once I made the decision to keep him indoors only, he re-adapted very well.

Smokey's everyday life was very routine and predictable for the second half of his life. He was just always there, living everyday life with me and my mom. His middle age and his elderly years were relatively peaceful for a long time, until his health started to worsen—gradually at first, and then all at once.

At about nine years old, Smokey developed strange stomach symptoms that never were explained, even though he saw multiple vets. All of his bloodwork and other tests came back fine. His heart murmur worsened gradully over time, but nothing could indicate what was going on with his stomach. He struggled to keep food down. He would throw up after almost every single meal. I tried everything under the sun to help—different foods, prescription foods, vitamin supplements, scheduled meals, different sizes of meals, and nothing seemed to help. He had good days and bad days with it, but overall, he struggled to keep on weight. Through it all, he remained in great spirits and had lots of energy, and it honestly didn't seem to bother him. This part was relatively manageable, and as the vets said that it probably wasn't super dangerous, I held out hope that he would stay with me for much longer.

Smokey dealt pretty well with his stomach problems, but unfortunately, his heart problems did catch up with him eventually. And with that came one of the scariest time periods of my life.

(Content warning below for detailed medical problem descriptions and discussion of euthanasia. If you want to skip this, scroll until you see the next photo of Smokey.)

My mom woke me up in the middle of the night in November of 2020 to tell me that Smokey had somehow become paralyzed while he had been taking a nap. She saw that he walked into the bottom of one of his cat trees normally, fell asleep, had woken up, and couldn't seem to move. Panicked, I ran to him. I found him there, seeming generally unworried. He tried to stand up and walk, but he couldn't. He crawled out with his front legs, his hind legs and tail dragging behind him. He was paralyzed in his back half. I can't even start to describe how scared I was.

He went to the vet in the morning. Smokey was diagnosed with a saddle thrombus. The vet explained it to me as a blood clot in the aorta, sitting where the aorta branches out into the two main blood vessels that go into the back legs. Smokey had somehow had this clot break loose from somewhere else, possibly within his heart, and it traveled there while he slept, hence why he was fine before his nap. His heart murmur, at that time, was a grade six. He had what was only described to me as severe heart disease. To say I was devastated would be putting it lightly. He had been acting completely fine, and there had been no indication that something so serious was going on. The prognosis for this kind of thing is usually pretty bad, and especially so in Smokey's case. The vet gave me options. I could have let him go that day, or I could take him home and try treatment. I was told that he may very likely never regain movement in his back end. He was in pain and would need pain medication daily. He would need blood thinners to try and prevent more blood clots from happening. Nothing could be done to slow down his heart disease. But I looked at Smokey, and he looked back at me as though nothing were wrong. I decided to try. I took him home.

The next several months, my life revolved around keeping him happy and comfortable. I made a special area for him on the living room floor, in a corner, with lots of soft blankets, a short-sided litter box that he could crawl in and out of easily, and food and water. He hated taking his medicine, and given how often he threw up, he didn't actually end up keeping most of it down. He still had a great appetite, though. He ate a lot of chicken in those days, as much as he wanted. I sat with him for hours. He would lay his head in my hand and look at me and purr.

Then, about a week later, the seemingly impossible happened. I watched him pull hard with his front legs, and he somewhat propped up his back legs beneath him. His toes weren't really working, and he couldn't move his hind legs individually, but he started kind of shuffling along the floor in a mostly-standing position. I had so much hope. I cried when I first saw him shuffle over to his old recliner and climb up it to get to his favorite spot on top of the headrest. By the time another week passed, he was walking again. His toes never came back all the way, but he did start to move his legs individually again and he held them mostly normally beneath him. He wasn't paralyzed anymore! He could walk! He returned to an almost entirely normal life by the beginning of 2021. Through it all, he never once looked scared or upset.

At the time, I had a lot of trouble admitting to myself that his time was still limited. His heart wasn't going to recover. He was at an extremely high risk of having another blood clot. I pushed away the sad, scary thoughts, and focused on the positives. He was getting around pretty much fine. The vet was blown away at how much progress Smokey had made. I couldn't imagine not having my boy around, so I didn't.

In February 2021, I couldn't ignore it anymore. In retrospect, I am angry with myself for waiting so long. I've read a lot since then about how well cats hide pain. He could have been hurting that entire time. He maintained his good spirits up until about a week into February. He got lethargic. He lost interest in eating. His whole body shook with the effort of breathing. It was past time.

Early 2021 was a really awful, difficult time in my life for multiple personal reasons, and this on top of it seemed unbearable. I honestly didn't know if I would survive it, but I knew I had to do it. I couldn't let him suffer any longer. On February 15th, I took Smokey to the vet to find out what kind of shape he was in. I was pretty sure going in that that was it, but I still foolishly hoped that there was a way out. There wasn't. He was in active heart failure and was, according to the vet, already on his way out. I wasn't going to let that go on indefinitely.

I held him, wrapped up in a towel, cradling him in my arms. I was sobbing so hard I could barely speak words that were understandable, but I talked to him. I told him I loved him. Oh, how I loved him so, so much. I told him he was a good boy. I thanked him for choosing me to be his person. I know it wasn't technically a choice—he was just born at my house and I was there to love him and care for him—but, I don't know. His beautiful, loving soul could have been born into any kitten anywhere in the world. I don't know if he got any say in it, but if he did, I was glad that he chose to come into my small part of the world. And then, he left my world.

I try not to dwell on that time too much. I try to focus on his life, his wonderful little soul, all of the memories with him that I wouldn't trade for anything. I focus on how I knew him and I loved him every single day of his life—15 years, 10 months, and 19 days.

There were so many delightful little things about Smokey, and about my relationship with him. His favorite food was green beans. He would do nearly anything for a green bean. From adulthood onward, he almost always had a perpetually serious, grumpy-old-man-looking expression on his face, which was really funny given how unserious and sweet he was. He was such a handsome cat—the most handsome black tabby I've ever known. I was obsessed with the beauty of his fur color and pattern. His eyes were the prettiest shade of green. For much of his life, he had these funny little fangs that always stuck out of his mouth. His upper canine teeth were long, and so in many of my photos of him, he seems to have a little fanged smile. (Sadly, the fangs eventually began to crack and had to be removed.) His meow was always very squeaky, his voice cracking in the middle of pretty much every single meow. He knew his name very well, as well as his collection of nicknames: Cinnamon Roll, My Boy, El Niño, Little Man, Smokey Boop, and Little Love.

Smokey didn't love a wide variety of cat toys, but he really loved his orange feather wand. In his middle age, even with little toy motivation in general, he would always drop whatever he was doing and bat wildly at the feather wand, looking just like his baby kitten self when he did. He loved to be brushed and combed. There was one particular comb he liked—a flea comb, even though he rarely ever had fleas—and if I stopped combing him before he was ready, he would grab at the comb with his paws and rub his cheeks on it. The only other inanimate object he really loved was this random purple ballpoint pen. I don't remember whose pen it was originally, or where it came from, but it was one of the little ones with a cap on it. I don't even remember how I discovered this, but Smokey adored that pen. He loved for me to hold it so he could gently chew on the end of it—always supervised, and he never bit anything off or swallowed anything. He just liked to gnaw on it, and he never seemed to grow tired of it. I now carry that purple pen with me every day. It's one of the very few things I have left of him.

Smokey was always in the center of home's activity, no matter what was going on. He sat with me and watched TV for hours on end. He took naps with people on the couch. He even sat with the dogs on the chairs or couch sometimes. Smokey was never afraid of a dog in his entire life, and he was never aggressive with them. He never seemed to think twice about rabbits, rodents, and chickens coming in and out of the house.

Smokey claimed one recliner in particular, and it became known as "Smokey's chair." First thing every morning, I enjoyed walking into the living room for the first time in the day and seeing him curled up on the top of the headrest. And every morning, he would stand up, look at me with his big green eyes, and headbutt me. He would wait for me to bend down just enough for him to be able to bonk his forehead against mine, and he would always headbutt me hard enough that I don't know how it didn't bother him. But it didn't seem to. We did this several times every day, and he seemed to love it. Often, when he pressed his head to mine, he would stay put there, our heads together, and he would purr so loudly that I could feel it rumbling in my bones. I still think about that feeling all the time.

I feel like I don't have the right words to explain what sharing my life with him was like. It was just simple and easy and unbelievably filled with love and affection and trust and friendship. He was a constant in my life, a faithful companion.

In a way, I am really sad that so few people got to meet Smokey. He was such a good cat, the kind of cat that seems to be one in a million. I know that objectively, that might not be true, but that's how it feels to me. It feels weird for me to think about how my partner of several years now never met him, when he was such an important part of my life and I talk about him a lot. (He passed away a few months before my partner and I met.) I wish I could tell the whole world about him, but this is probably as close as I can get to that.

I know that time heals most wounds to some extent, but in all honesty, I don't think this wound has healed at all. I think about him pretty much every day. I miss him more than I can explain. I miss the soothing sound of his purr—I am very glad that at some point in his old age, I thought to record a video of his loud purring. I miss the feeling of our heads together, the vibrations of his purr. I miss feeling that purring when he would lie on his side, curled up like a cinnamon roll, and I would press my face into the fur on his side, and he would purr even louder. I can remember exactly how soft his fur was. I miss the gentle tapping of his paw when he would reach out for me, the touch of his claws (never painful, as if he was being careful not to scratch me), the warmth of his paw pads. I miss the brush of his whiskers, the rhythmic flicking of his tail tip when he laid beside me.

I miss his steady presence in the house, almost always in the living room. I miss sitting with him while I watched TV or played video games, looking over at him every now and then to see him gently sleeping or seemingly watching the screen with me. I miss how sometimes, I would look at him to find that he was already looking at me first, gazing up at me with the warmest expression I've ever seen in a cat's eyes. He just looked at me like he loved me. I could feel it.

I hope he knew how much I love him. I'm sure he knew, to some extent, but I just really, really hope that he knew that I love him with a ferocity, with all of my heart, with the kind of love where I know that I would have done anything in the world for him, the kind of love where I still, over three years later, don't really know what to do without him.

I can't really talk about him at all without choking up and, often, crying. It happens when I think about him. I'm kind of falling apart writing this.

And while writing this, I have a song in my mind. It's "Goodbye May Seem Forever" from The Fox and the Hound—the really unbelievably sad song that plays during the scene where the widow who raised the fox drives him to the woods and leaves him there, for his own good, never to see him again. I don't know that I'll ever be able to listen to it again. I can't honestly even think about it without tearing up. But I think it's the most fitting song I know of to describe my grief, and it reminds me of my Smokey.

"We met it seems Such a short time ago You looked at me Needing me so Yet from your sadness Our happiness grew And I found out I needed you too ... Goodbye may seem forever Farewell is like the end But in my heart's a memory And there you'll always be"

There you'll always be, my little love.

[shadowfreakdraws]

ask or dare my OCS

here are the characters names listed from top left to bottom right

I may add it to those list or take way depending on which characters get the most attention or which ones people seem to ask the most

Shadow plushie ( the Black Bunny with white eyes )

Level up girl ( temporary name )

Silver ( the one in the swimsuit )

Mary's half sister ( the one in the blue dress with glasses on her head )

SCP researcher ( the guy with yellow eyes and pointy ears )

Dr Void ( the one with what looks like a bag on his head )

Purple and Leslie ( Leslie is the one with the pink hair purple is the one with the purple hair )

Final girl ( the one with Jason )

Dream labyrinth dark fashion and purple ( all of these are in the image with the fiery explosion dream is the one with the top hat with the purple ribbon on it labyrinth is the one with black hair in a bun with Blue ends dark is the one with gray hair and a gray coat fashion is the one with the red vest and purple is the small child )

Arachnophobia ( spider sona )

Grayson and sin ( Grayson is the one with the long black hair sin is the one with the short white hair and stitches near her mouth )

Neon shadow ( one of my weirdcore OCS )

Fantasy ( humanoid dragon with blue wings hair and tail )

Atreus ( dog dragon species orange and tan colors )

Blue flame ( fire looking person undertale OC )

Peachy Mars/marzy peach ( pink Galaxy cat OC )

Melody ( brown and blue hair with braids

Vincent and dancer ( the two who are dancing together under a spotlight )

Victoria ( the one standing next to Melody with the colorful background )

Shadows family Mary Sammy Shadow Mike Vincent Samantha Goldie and the baby

Zmei Mako ( snake shark humanoid OC species )

Jeff ( the guy in the white hoodie with a man bun )

Pitch black and nurse dark ( pitch black the one with purple hair nurse dark the one with red hair )

Felicia cheetah ( the furry cheetah OC )

Autumn garnet ( the one with the purple double buns )

Mutant OC unnamed ( the one with the blue skin and curly hair and 4 arms )

Kara ( little one with red eyes and green and yellow sweater )

Shema ( the one with the half shaved head with purple and blue hair and black coat with fluff on the top )

Grayson Raven ( the one with a bear plushie and sketchbook in her hands )

Husk gator ( the one with a gator tail and a black jacket )

Funfetti foxy ( the one with pink and white hair a pink and white fox tail and pink vest )

Funfetti Freddy ( the one with a purple vest and light purple gloves heterochromia pink and blue eye )

SpringLock ( bunny man with scars yellow vest white dress shirt and bunny ears )

[danicadenniss]

Alexandria Sora Casoy

Nickname: Alex, Alexia

Species: Human

Gender: Female

Ethnicity: Asian (Japanese)

Hair Colors: Blush-Black

Eyes Colors: Gray

Skin Color: Fair

Affection: TMNT Ally

Family Members: Mother-Tang Aya, Father-Cameron Casoy, Unnamed Partial and Material Grandparents

Appearance:

Alexandria is a Japanese pre-teen girl with long straight/wavy bluish-black hair with side swept bangs, braided down to her mid back with a white hair tie, narrow black eyebrows, gray eyes, light skin and a thin figure. She wears a pastel yellow headband, a light blue button up shirt with rolled up sleeves, a white collar and mint green top underneath, a yellow sweater with light yellow elbow length sleeves, hems, trims and a sea foam green and sky blue yin yang print on it front, light green and yellow plaid skirt, blue and white checkered leggings, white socks and black Mary Jane’s flats. She also wears a blue wristwatch on her left wrist.

Samantha Harriet Simpson

Nickname: Sam, Sammy, Little Cousin by April

Species: Human

Gender: Female

Ethnicity: Black

Hair Colors: Auburn Red

Eyes Colors: Brown

Skin Color: Dark Brown

Types of Skin: Brown Freckles

Affection: TMNT Ally

Family Members: Mother-Gabriella Simpson, Father-Samuel Simpson, Unnamed Partial Aunt, Partial Cousin: April O’Neil

Appearance:

Samantha is a black pre-teen girl with short curly auburn red hair with bangs she wears an afro puff back bun with a yellow hair tie, brown eyes, dark brown skin, brown freckles on her cheeks and she is a plus size, she wears light green rimmed eyeglasses, navy blue shirt with a white Big Dipper print on it, a green buttoned cargo jacket, blue capris jeans, white socks, and Converse bluish green high tops sneakers with laces and soles. She also wears a navy blue bandanna covering her head, and a golden pendant around her neck.

Na’ Luzia Rio Garcia-Naruto

Nickname: Luz, Clover, Cloves

Species: Human

Gender: Female

Ethnicity: Half White Mexican, Half Chinese Trinidadian

Hair Color: Dark Brownish Blonde

Eyes Colors: Hazel Green

Skin Color: Light Brown Tan

Family Members: Mother-Stella Garcia, Father-Na’Coda Naruto, Unnamed Partial and Material Aunts and Uncles Unnamed Partial and Material Grandparents, Partial Cousin-Na’ Kai Naruto

Appearance:

Na’ Luzia Garcia-Naruto is half white Mexican and half Chinese Trinidadian pre-teen girl with dark brownish blonde hair in a pixie cut with bangs, thick brown eyebrows, hazel green eyes, light brown tan skin and an athletic built. She wears a reddish orange cat hooded shirt with short sleeves and cat ears attached to the hood, a black and orange striped 3/4 sleeves t shirt underneath, a pair of black jeans shorts with burgundy leggings underneath, black low cut socks and red Vans slip on the sneakers. She also wore pair of black studs earrings and black choker around her neck.

[thestarrystarpets]

Kira Kira, Let's Go Starry Starpets: Blue Axolotl - Chapter 1

I have brought a Blue Axolotl plushie from the Skating Center during our 8th grade retreat on Friday. So, I wanted to make a fanfiction prompt about this.

Type: Fluff prompt

Characters: Sierra Intala, Sammie Merchan, Milly Stampp, Celeste the Blue Axolotl, Starie the cat, Stella the fox

Content: Religous Content

Once upon a time, in a grateful sunrise, Sierra Intala woke up in bed quickly trying to get ready to go to Atlantic Christian, a school where she goes. She woke up, brushed her teeth, dresses up in her school uniform, and ate Strawberry Shortcake that she brought from Gramma's Bakery for breakfast. Plus, her 2 Starpets, Starie and Celeste whom followed them. "Well, I wanted to go to an adventure with Sierra," Celeste said. It was just the 2nd quarter of the school year and the class known as "Thunderbirds Class" was the best thing Celeste wouldn't know yet. After she did everything as her hair is tied in a ponytail, she rushed to school.

Sierra Intala zipped up her backpack and secured it firmly on her back. Little did anyone know, her gray kitten Starpet, Starie, and her blue axolotl Starpet, Celeste, were nestled inside, chattering away like a pair of old friends. Today was Celeste's first big adventure at Atlantic Christian School, and she couldn't wait to experience everything with Sierra.

First up was Choir with Mrs. Rios. As the class practiced "Once Upon a December," Starie hummed along, her tail swaying to the rhythm inside the backpack. Celeste, always curious, peeked out and softly sang along. "You’ve got a voice like an angel," whispered Celeste.

Next came Reading with Mrs. Ryan, where they tackled a pre-assessment on grammar. Starie, always the helpful one, peeked at the questions and whispered tips to Sierra, making her giggle.

During Bible class with Mr. Readon, as they read Proverbs 4, Starie purred, "Proverbs are like little bits of cat wisdom." Celeste nodded, her little plushie wings flapping softly as she whispered, "So true!"

Pre-Algebra class with Miss Morrison was the next period, and she taught Inequalities. Starie was trying to solve the problems in her book as Sierra was solving it on a whiteboard which was given by each student.

Lunchtime was a delight. Sierra met up with her friend Samantha Merchan and her Starpet, Stella, and Milly Stamp. As the girls giggled and chatted, Sierra pulled out her notebook and began writing her own comic. Starie and Celeste were the stars, naturally.

In PE class, Sierra ran a mile around the school as Starie and Celeste was cheering her up that she can do it.

"Go, Sierra!" they shouted, their tiny voices full of encouragement.

US History with Mrs. Maynard taught them about social classes, with Starie quipping, "In our world, plushies rule!"

Finally, Earth Science with Mr. Waters brought them to the fascinating realm of geology. Celeste, who could now land and fly, buzzed around, eager to soak up all the knowledge.

As they packed up to leave, Sierra hugged Celeste close, feeling her soft, plushie texture. "You’re really soft," she murmured, smiling.

Celeste beamed, "And you’re really awesome!"

They all have the fun starting the new times but, Sierra really would think that her other formerly Starpet kitten, Scott Tracy, could come to school to support Sierra too.