#happy birthday my sopping wet cat

[yourlocalderp]

finished Ace's birthday art finally

got lazy with coloring so all you get is a shitty sketch anyways ermm ace markey birthday yippee

[crystallizsch]

LEATHER JACKET LEONAAAAA

oh yeah happy bday to him too i guess--

[articskele]

EYYYYY IT'S CEDRIC'S BIRTHDAY :D

I did some digging around looking for the first mention of him in my notes, and it's today!!

[echooefrost]

Happy Birthday to my favourite sopping wet cat

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

For Yang’s birthday…

Tiger yang and panther blake first kiss?

Nose kisses or Licks? How did they finally get together?

Hey! I apologize for the late response. I'm sure it's already past Yang's birthday for some folks. I had to drive across state for work today. Let's see... How would they have had their first kitty kiss? .....GOT IT!!! Let's go!

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, YANG XIAO LONG!!!

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Tiger!Yang: (peers at the walkway above the 12 foot wall separating her from the rest of the zoo. She takes a few steps back before bounding forward, jumping and running up the wall onto the walkway. She prowls through the decorative foliage towards the aquatic cove)

Blake: Yang, have you seen...Yang?

Yang: (locking the keeper door to the rainforest exhibit) Have I seen myself?

Blake: The tiger you.

Yang: No, I can't say I have. I thought she was just being quiet. Doing that big cat thing where they chill somewhere they can't be seen.

-Loud Alarm Sounds From Their Radios-

Jaune: Code Black! Code Black! We've got a loose predator in the aqua-aaaaaaaaaah!!!!

ROOOOAAAAAR!!!!!

Yang: Thaaaaaaat didn't sound good....

Blake & Yang: (rush up to the walkway just in time to see a soaked T!Y dropping into P!B's enclosure)

Blake: Yang! You get back up here right now! You know you're not supposed...to....

Tiger!Yang: (sopping wet and carrying a 1.5 meter, 130 lb salmon in her jaws proudly as she trots up to P!B)

Yang: (whistles and shouts into the enclosure) Why don't you just propose to her at this rate?!

Blake: What?

Yang: Your cat's trying to woo my cat. (whispers) But between you and me, my cat's been crushing on yours for weeks now.

Blake: Oh! So, basically, this is gonna be good.

Yang: Oh, yeah! (breaks out camera)

Panther!Blake: (tilts head in confusion)

Tiger!Yang: (sits awkwardly, ears twitching, and gently sets the salmon in front of P!B; nuzzling the fish closer nervously)

Panther!Blake: (stares at salmon in surprise)

Tiger!Yang: (grumbles awkwardly)

Panther!Blake: (stands up and reaches up to T!Y's face)

Tiger!Yang: (leans back in feline disaster lesbian panic)

Panther!Blake: (presses their noses together)

Tiger!Yang: (tail does the cartoon thing where it corkscrews and springs out like a spring, snapping ramrod straight - fur puffs up)

Yang: Awwwwww! They're kissin'! (snaps pictures)

Panther!Blake: (pulls away and looks away bashfully)

Tiger!Yang: (licks P!B's cheek tentatively)

Blake: Oh, my God! This is giving me diabetes!

Panther!Blake and Tiger!Yang share the salmon in a "first date" not set up by their keepers. Full Lady and the Tramp style. Just minus the spaghetti scene.

[legoarsonist]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BEAUTIFUL SOPPING WET CAT WIFE VANESSA FNAF I love her sm honestly

[dark-lord-lumi]

A happy birthday to my favorite sopping wet cat, Shin Tsukimi! To celebrate, I turned him into a poster

[azumasoroshi]

minidura chapter 11 react

ok i found chapter 11 translated by amnemonie on tumblr (thank you thank you thank you and if you want me to take this down i will!!) but there's no guarantee ill be able to find the rest lmAOo we'll see

HOT MAN!!! HOT MAN

i mean what no pathetic sopping wet man

cat face izaya i thought id never see you again

man after realizing there's a minidura tag i saw a post that was like "i wish minidura got animated like bsd wan" and like. YEAH. PLEASE

it would be the perfect revival of the durarara fandom pleaseeeeeee do it for meeeeeeee we could revive durarara like we revived trigun

and i need shizuo izaya and shinra cooking together being animated. please

anyway izaya looks like he really doesnt wanna be here in that last panel and i mildly spoiled myself on the comments/reblogs saying this one is really mean to izaya which you know i live for. [cracks knuckles] i hope he gets hit by a truck but like an emotional one because that's the only one he'd really react to

oh god he's more pathetic than i thought he'd be

they're really looking at him like "damn bitch you good" which is fair

bro summoned up all his courage to ask 😭rip bozo

??????????? THEY TOLD YOU HE'D BE WITH THEM

izaya simultaneously has the best social skills known to man and the WORST social skills known to man

ill never stop bringing this up but. now presenting orihara "i love humans because they're so unpredictable" izaya getting fucked by humans' predictability everybody

and here we see izaya walking awkwardly in his natural habitat, trying to eat cake with high schoolers /j

kadota casually calling out izaya on his bullshit bkgjdSGKHDSHds

he just wants to eat cakeeeee someone go with him

not me though i wouldnt be caught dead with that man

i swear walker's face gets longer every time i see him and it tickles me so much

aaaand cue shizuo on stage right

god bless erika for suggesting that he invite shizuo cuz id have done it myself

also "just today". are you implying that you want to see shizuo every other day. izaya.

WAIT

WAIT IS TODAY IZAYA'S BIRTHDAY

OH

oh my god thats actually sad okay

id say to ask namie but namie probably rejected him already without even letting him finish the question bkfdgjhgf

shinra keeping up the stupid anniversaries trend from that other chapter we love a consistent malewife

man shiki he wasnt even here for work 😭 at least he got some food although karasumi does not look that good if im being honest

at least compared to cake

shinraaaa you FORGOTTTT

may 4th is the date of my statistics exam but i swear ill celebrate it for you izaya. ill even mark it down on my calendar

oh 💀 namie is as delusional as i am. love that for her

he's even singing to himself ohhhhh poor baby...(i say this as if i'm not grinning wildly to myself in my room rn)

i swear i feel bad for him but he's so fun to bully

man i remember those fics where shizuo was the only one to remember izaya's birthday bgkjhfdgfd i guess those were founded from somewhere (even if his gifts were things like 'not chasing him today' or sending him black roses)

oh my god 😭 he's so desperate at this point i didnt think he'd actually be happy to see shizu-chan

even grabbing him by the arms bkgdssdkahdskjhgsdsd

this is gonna end badly though if the comments/reblogs i read have anything to say about it

😭yep the izaya bullying is real

SHIZUO NOOOOOOOOOOOO THATS BASICALLY THE WHOLE CAKE

izaya's conscious too 💀 MAN

part of me feels like this is narita's personal revenge against the shizaya fans in his fanbase askdbgskjhsdhgsd shizuo needs to be extra cruel to prove he's not gay

he's so happy to just get birthday textssssss this is so sad

[interdimensionalvoid]

Tell me about you’re little Sammy oc :>

SAMMY!!!!!

Okay so I love Sammy so much he’s my sopping wet pathetic cat of a bbg fr

but he is the main character of AFWtP! I made him on February 11, 2023 and he has been my blorbo ever since fr and I love him immensely

he is 24, his birthday is September 21, 1989, and he grew up in a small town in Kentucky for his whole life. He has 2 siblings, Sophia, who is 18, and Al, who is 12. [smth]

after the events of AFWtP, him, Nathan, and Des are dating :) him and Nathan were childhood friends, and have known each other since kindergarten, and des And Nathan met In college and have been dating for a few years (The whole love triangle thing is centered around Nathan). Sammy and des get to know each other and get feelings for each other and they are in a happy relationship now :}

the events of AFWtP take place when Nathan and Des come to visit Nathan’s hometown to visit people, and Nathan and Sammy reconnect for the first time in a few years :) however, soon after they arrive, murders start popping up. This is because the serial killer from their childhood (god boi is what me and crossie have nicknamed him) has done a silly goofy little ✨jailbreak✨, and is now killing people.

back when Nathan and Sammy were kids, they were a trio. Nathan, Sammy, and Nico, who moved to Dixon around halfway through kindergarten. They were friends for years, and pretty much inseparable. When they were 12, they went into the forest, and god boi (he was actually an ex family friend that now has a grudge against Nico’s family for whatever reason) ended up killing Nico, and almost killed Sammy, who only survived because Nathan got there fast enough to save him.

him and Sophia were always really close and tbh she was the reason his mental health wasn’t worse that it already was. Also, him and Al clashed with each other sometimes simply because Al reminded him so much of Nico, and is a perfect carbon copy of Sammy when he was 12, basically. The main conflict is when he goes into the forest and Sammy gets to run over god boi with his car :}

anyways things Were Not The Same After That and there is Angst and yeah this is getting really long so yeah if you wanted to like hypothetically send me specific Sammy asks I may or may not be the definition of the excited tbh creature but ye I love Sammy so much he is everything to me pls ask me about him

[yandere-daze]

BESTIEE happy birthday !!!! 💞💞💞💞💞

I gotta make it sappy, too </3 You are such a dear friend to me and I am so happy the stars aligned for us to start talking💝 I shat bricks when I saw you in my notifs bc of how much I adore your writing btw but the fact that it led to us becoming friends is sooo <33 I wish you a beautiful day and an even better coming year, lots of delicious food, love, friendship and success <3 and that everything you write turns out exactly as you want it <333 and many more pathetic pixels to obsess over and talk to me about💝

AWW KORKA!!! <3 <3 <3 You're too sweet!! 🥺💕

This is the first time that "Thanks, you too" is actually an appropriate response to someone wishing me a happy birthday.

The stars aligned? Would you say the ensemble sta- *shot* Sorry sorry

I'm also really really happy that we ended up as friends! It's just so nice to have someone to ramble too that's willing to listen djdjd but even beyond that, every interaction I've ever had with you was really nice and I really adore you!! 🥰

I wish you much of the same things of course and more than anything I hope we'll continue being friends long into the future!

And calling me out like that djdjd I just can't help falling for a new stupid pathetic Pixel every few months (if we're being merciful to my public image) or weeks ( if we're being honest djdjd)

I can't just can't help it. What am I supposed to do when I see a sopping wet cat of a man? ( Sometimes very much literally when we take the last guy I told you about yesterday. Reminds me I still need to tell you something important about him. Watch out 😌)

Am I not supposed to fall in love?? 😭 Thank you for listening to me obsess no matter how many times I hit you up djdj

[shinayashipper]

I almost forgot, it is His Day <3

Happy birthday Kano (may 10th) my beloved dirty liar sopping wet cat

I should've drawn you in neko maid costume that will fit more haHA

[bokutos-eyebrows]

A Trip to Paradise

I literally am so in love with Hinata I just want to give him everything. In celebration of his birthday I present to you a smut fic starring our favorite Tangerine boy… :) he deserves all the pleasure in the world. Please enjoy~

Hinata Shoyo x fem! Reader

Word Count: 2,304

Warnings: NSFW 18+, semi spoilers

On vacation in Rio, you get ditched by your “friends”. With nothing better to do, you watch the local beach volleyball tournament, and catch the eye of the best player there…

Hey, we went out to the club~ See you later tonight maybe? We might need a ride to the hotel!

“Fuck,” you groaned as you read the text that popped up on your phone. “Who goes clubbing at 11 am?” 

You had come on this trip with girls from school who thought you were your friends, but they had ditched you to go clubbing multiple times throughout the week.  Not wanting to babysit a bunch of drunk girls, you decided to ignore their text and explore the city.

It was another hot day in Rio, the beach was crowded of course, but you enjoyed people watching. Your eyes scanned the horizon before falling on a large crowd. Huh, beach volleyball? You watched as the crowd erupted in cheers. Curious, you made your way over to the commotion. 

The star of the show was a tan, orange haired boy. He was fast, even in the sand, and could both set and spike almost flawlessly. You were awestruck by his passion for the sport. He and his partner won that set, furthering in the competition. You stayed to watch the next game, unable to take your eyes off him. 

“Another win for Hinata Shoyo,” The announcer boomed as the crowd cheered loudly. Someone started chanting “Ninja! Shoyo! Ninja! Shoyo” which caught on quickly. Hinata beamed at the praise, waving his hands and bowing. He must be a local, you thought before locking eyes with him through the crowd. He shot you a huge smile and thumbs up, and just like that, you fell under the Shoyo love spell.

You stuck around for the remainder of the competition. Watching Hinata dominate the court was addicting. You loved seeing his smile when the crowd cheered for him. Entranced by the talented player, you didn’t realize you had 4 missed calls from your friends.

Walking away from the tournament, you called your friend back only to receive a drunken earful about how you needed to come pick them up. Begrudgingly, you left the beach. After an hour of trying to wrangle up the drunken group safely back to your hotel, you headed back to the beach.

“There's still a while before sunset,”  you mumbled to yourself, “I hope I didn’t miss the end of the competition.” But to your dismay, there was no longer a crowd, just a few groups playing around on the courts. You sighed, sad that you wouldn’t be getting another glimpse of the majestic Shoyo.

“Oh! There you are!” You heard an enthusiastic voice call out from behind you. Turning around, your heart fluttered as you saw the orange haired boy running towards you. 

“Hi! I’m Hinata Shoyo! I saw you in the crowd today, thanks for cheering me on!” He beamed at you, smile as bright as the sun.

“H-Hi I’m y/n.” You stuttered, surprised that he recognized you.

“Aah! Y/n! Are you here on vacation?” 

You explained your situation to an empathetic Hinata. He knew how lonely this city could be when you’re on your own. He took you for a walk down the beach as he listened to you vent about your ‘friends’.

“Well, if you want, I can show you around! I know all the best spots in town!” 

You smiled at him, “It’s okay! You really don’t have to just becau-”

“But I want to...” Hinata interrupted, “So let’s go, yeah?” He grabbed you by the hand, leading you to the best date of your life.

Everywhere Hinata took you, the locals were calling out to him, asking about his day and offering fruits or drinks. He had friends in every part of the city, even the stray dogs and cats adored him. He bought you your favorite ice cream, fresh from the local paleteria. 

Shoyo had so many stories about his volleyball antics, things that happened during his delivery job, and just daily life, that you were convinced he was the most interesting person in the world. The way his eyes lit up when he remembered something funny or talked about his friends back in Japan was enamoring. I could listen to him for hours… you mused.

“Oh! It’s almost sunset, I know a really nice spot overlooking the ocean, if we hurry we can make it in time!” Hinata exclaimed, grabbing you by the hand again.He took you to a secluded hill with a panoramic view of the entire coastline.

“Hinata, will you take a picture of me please? I want to remember this view.” 

He took your phone as you posed with the sunset in the background. After taking a few pictures, you noticed him struggling to focus on the camera.

“Is something wrong?” You asked.

“N-No, I’m just having a hard time since the view is so beautiful…”

“Yes! I’ve never seen a sunset like this!”

“No,” Hinata looked up at you, “You’re the most beautiful view.”

As much as you wanted to giggle at the cheesy line, Hinata said it with so much genuine sincerity you couldn’t help but blush. He stood next to you, handing your phone back, also blushing deeply.

“W-Was that too much?” He stuttered nervously.

“Not at all,” You put a hand on his cheek, “It was really sweet...you’re really sweet. No one’s ever shown me such a fun day..” You felt Hinata’s breath hitch as you leaned in closer. 

“Shoyo, can I kiss you?” 

“You can do anything you want to me, y/n.”

With that, your lips gently pressed onto his. He tasted faintly of strawberries from the ice cream he had earlier. You felt Hinata’s hands slowly grasp your waist. Not wanting the moment to end, you deepened the kiss, slowly moving your lips in rhythm with his. You loved how he smelled like the faintest hint of sunscreen and sea breeze. 

Hinata squeezed your hips as you opened your eyes slightly just to look at the precious boy. His long lashes fluttered as you kissed him. He looks so cute even with his eyes closed. You put your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. The slightest gasp left your mouth as you felt his growing hard on press up against your stomach.

“I-I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it..” 

You giggled and pressed your body closer to his. “Why don’t you take me to your place next?” Hinata smiled slyly as he led you back to the city towards his apartment.

As you arrived, Hinata was fiddling with the lock on his front door. You hugged him from behind and started kissing his neck, making him almost drop his keys in his frenzy to get you to his bedroom. He finally got the door open and gently pulled you inside, pushing you up against the door after closing it.

“I’m going to get you back for that, y/n.” He teased as he started to leave wet kisses on your neck. You moaned, excited to see what the night had in store for you.

“Hinata! OH! UH S-Sorry!” You hear a new voice yell as the silhouette of another man runs away.

“Oh, shit! PEDRO I’M SORRY!!!!!!!!!!!!” Hinata broke away from you and chased after the man, only to drag him back to where you were for an awkward introduction. 

You learned that the man was Pedro, Hinata’s roommate for the duration of his stay in Brazil. He was a little awkward at first, but opened up to you when Hinata told him that you like anime and manga too. The three of you talked for a while. Hinata gave you an apologetic ‘sorry we got interrupted earlier’ look but you didn’t mind. As long as you got to stay wrapped up in the world of Hinata Shoyo a little longer, you were happy. 

“Well, I have an exam to study for tomorrow,” Pedro yawned, “If I can stay up that is…”

“Pedro! Take your studies more seriously!” Hinata chided. His roommate just waved him off and left towards his side of the apartment.

“He seems nice! I’d love to have a roommate with the same interests as me!” You spoke, turning to face Shoyo.

“I love Pedro! I feel lucky to have found him..” He scooted closer, thighs touching yours, “And I feel lucky to have found you too...should we head to my room?” 

You smiled, eager to finish what the two of you had started. “Yes, please!”

Hinata picked you up and ran to his room, locking the door behind him. He gently tossed you onto his bed. You studied his room as he got on top of you, only to have your arms suddenly pinned down above your head. 

“Hey.” Hinata bent down, face inches from yours, “Pay attention to me now, okay?” He commanded. You nodded, entranced by his sudden change. 

He smiled at you cooing different praises as he started to trail kisses up and down your chest. He released your hands as he helped you shimmy out of your top, gasping in awe at his full view of your chest.

“You’ve got such a nice body, y/n.” He whispered, fondling your breasts. You gasped in pleasure as he flicked his tongue over your nipple, earning a slight moan from him. “I’m going to make you feel so good..” 

He released your soft bud from his mouth and started kissing down your torso, licking the area above your waistband. You whined in anticipation as he unbuttoned your shorts slowly before pulling them down, leaving you in just your panties.

“Ooh! What cute panties! They’d look cuter on the floor though!” Hinata giggled, tossing off your underwear in one swoop. “Ah! That’s more like it.” He lowered his face to your already sopping wet core.

“Thanks for the meal!” 

Hinata wasted no time plunging his tongue onto your slit. He licked circles over your clit so quickly, with just the right amount of pressure, you thought you might cum right that second. You felt your orgasm building up, just as you reached the edge, Hinata moved his mouth off your clit and directly on your entrance. He pushed his tongue in, licking around your walls diligently. You gasped, eyes rolling to the back of your head. The feeling was even more intense than before and you rode out your release on Hinata’s tongue.

“Ahh! Shoyo,” You moaned out, fistfull of his hair in your hands. You felt his lips curl into a smile at your quick orgasm.  But he didn’t stop there. He started licking up and down your slit, making sure to lap up every drop of your release. You gasped in delight when you felt his fingers start rubbing your clit at the same time he was eating you out. He started to go faster, rhythmically matching his tongue with his fingers. You felt another orgasm start. Hinata reached up to cover your mouth from being too loud as you came a second time on his face. 

Exhausted, you panted out his name. He gave one more lap up and down your slit before getting up. “You’re so pretty when you cum for me.” He mused, stroking your hair. 

“Hinata,” you breathed out, “You’re amazing..I..want to feel you.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. Hinata threw off his clothes and started teasing you with his erect length. 

“Do you really want me to put it in?” He double checked that you were okay.

“Yes please right now!”

Hinata entered you slowly, stretching out your walls with his stiff member. He groaned out in pleasure.

“Y/n, your pussy’s so wet for me.” He whispered as he started thrusting into you. You grabbed his hips, pulling him in deeper with every thrust. He took the hint and started fucking you faster. You kissed his neck, making sure to leave hickies that would last a while after you had gone. 

Shoyo pulled out of you, flipping you over onto your stomach. You propped your ass up and he smacked it hard before pounding you from behind. He was going absolutely feral and you loved every second of it. 

“Spank me harder!” You cried out. Hinata obliged, leaving red hand prints all over your ass. He loved the fact that you’d probably still feel the sting of his hands the next day. As he thrusted into you again you felt yourself let go. Your mind went blank and your third release came out.

“Ohh y/n, you love my dick so much you squirted everywhere!” Hinata teased.

“I-I’ve ah,” you tried to speak, “I’ve never done that before.”

Hinata beamed at his accomplishment, “I told you I’d make you feel good.”

Now it was your turn. Wanting to make him feel just as good, you started thrusting back onto him, shaking your ass to give him a nice show. He tightened his grip on your hips as you clenched your walls on his length. He gasped at your change of pace.

“Y/n, I’m gonna- ah,” He pulled out of you and painted your backside with his release. Panting, he reached over and grabbed a towel to wipe you off before you both collapsed onto his bed. 

“Shoyo that was amazing.” You whispered, too exhausted to talk at full volume.

“How much longer are you staying in Rio?” He asked suddenly.

“I don’t leave for another 3 days..”

“Stay with me till then.” Hinata grabbed your face gently. “I’ll give you the best three days of your life.” 

You smiled, excited to be able to enjoy the rest of your vacation with Hinata.

“Okay. I’ll stay with you, Shoyo.”

Notes:

I literally only meant this to be a short one shot and it ended up taking 6 google docs pages I am a SIMP for this man 

[my-brothers-corrupted]

Happy birthday, Reina! You’re one of the most supportive readers I have for this blog and my other one too and I also just think you’re amazing as is. Wanted to pay you back a little for being a friend and always leaving such amazing tags on my writing - so I went through some of them to find inspiration for a snippet I could write you :) hope you enjoy this nightmare.

“You can’t be here,” he whispers, and he hears his voice shake.

Blue eyes regard him like the pupil of a bird fixated on a toad struggling in its talons.

“You can’t be here!” he repeats, in a scream now, and he tears forward like a wild thing, his teeth bared, and his body shifts. He is a dog, he is a deer, he is a man, he is a mistake. And by the time he is lunging at the boy’s throat as he has lunged a dozen times before, the cold and unscarred hand of his creator snaps out like the strike of a snake and grips him by the throat.

He is a sheep now and he hears himself bleat, terrified by the transformation. He shifts to a bird, but it’s a dove instead of a hawk, and the hand on his throat squeezes down on white feathers. He shifts to a snake, but its scales are dull with lack of venom and his jaws are locked in by the grip of the long white fingers. He shifts into a ferret, hoping to squiggle away, but another hand lashes out and squeezes his writhing little body in its place.

He stares up with black eyes, tiny squeaks falling out of his throat, and he is humiliated, yes, humiliated to be forced into animal bodies with so little prowess – but moreover, he is afraid, he is afraid, he is afraid.

He changes back into a man. The hands shove him to his knees and he chokes. Blood runs between the fingers of the boy and he hears a dry sob escape his throat as he scrabbles at the horrible flesh, gagging out the names “Dapper! Red! Trickshot, anyone!”

Protect me, protect me!

“You,” pants his captor. “You. You stole. You stole my boys from me.”

Anti wails with rage and with terror, throwing his head as far back as he can, til he feels the wound in his throat squealch and open wider. He gasps as he neck begins to slide off his spine and a hand reaches up to snag his hair instead, shoving his knees down into the sopping mud of the forest floor.

“Where?” cries his captor, and he looks up, weeping, to see tears in the blue eyes, tears coursing down his face. “Where did you take them? Give them back to me! Give them back to me!”

“You can’t have found me,” screams Anti, and his form begins to switch again, wildly, randomly, in the man’s hands – mongoose, cat, tiger, boar! – but they do not once loosen or tremble, and there is no animal strong enough to throw them off. No, no. He has him. He has him. He’ll kill him. Or worse. There is a flash of lightning through the black weeping of the night and Anti sees illuminated at his sides the bodies of his puppets, staring down at him, motionless. A dry choke leaves him and now he can feel his eyes running like a mortal man’s, tears soaking into the rain on his face. The blue eyes are consuming and destroying him. He wheezes.

“Red! Red!”

He can see him standing close, too close, that old fighting staff gripped in his hands, and Anti’s heart constricts. At his side, Blue appears from the darkness, his eyes glowing, his mouth slightly parted, waves of his long, beautiful hair waving around his face, his hands lit with a soft and swirling magic, severity and grief in his face. On his every side, the sound of a clock ticking, louder and louder, begins to fill his ears up.

No, he can’t relive that night – that night when Red pressed him down, down, down into the mud, and Blue’s power wrapped around him like a vice, and he felt himself shredded down to essence. It was all he could do to choke and flee and find the first physical body that could keep him alive: the squaling body of the raven bird, its horrible flesh consuming and sustaining him, trapped in the blackened body like a parasite as his little brother was stolen out of his box, away from him, and he was alone for so many long years afterwards.

“Red!” He turns his eyes up to his enemy, to his brother, to his slave. “Red, obey me, obey me! Make him stop! Blue, make him stop! Dapper, change this back! Protect me, protect me!”

Someone laughs. He doesn’t know who. He wants it to stop. No, he can’t do this again, he can’t! He can’t have found him! He’s supposed to be safe! Dapper, change it back! Change it back!

“You should never have taken them from me, Anti,” whispers his captor. “You should never have done so many of the things you chose to do.”

“You made me like this!” howls Anti, and at last he manages to sink dog’s teeth into the boy’s hands. His captor cries out but does not release him, throwing his head back to reveal a twin scar laced across his white throat. “You made me to be this way! You knew what I was and you couldn’t stop yourself from creating me! Stupid fucking boy! You were the one who turned on me! You were the one who tried to bury me in the mud!”

“And now,” pants Jack, and Anti feels his whole body freeze over as one of the blue eyes of his creator turns a bright and vivid green, illuminating the darkened night. Lightning crashes over them and ignites the wood of the forest, and then Jack’s whole body is consumed in fire, but he does not move or flinch or cry out, that green eye still burning through the fire. “Now I will do it again. This time, Anti, I will make it permanent. Now I change the story. I am the creator and I will break and make anew.”

Anti screams, writhing as he is pressed down into the earth and his body begins to change. If he could focus, maybe he would notice that Red, and Blue, and Dapper are gone, and Jackie, and Marvin, and JJ have replaced them, laughing as though they don’t see him there. Jackie lifts Jameson into his arms and pulls him to his chest, promising him he will never be a captive again. Marvin is kissing the both of them, his face warm with magic as the black branches of the forest burn. Somewhere beside him, he hears Henrik and Chase and the high voices of children, and he hears them all chattering and laughing and whispering I love you’s, and as distantly as he notices it all, still he understands: none of them will save him. None of them ever really loved him. He was just a captor.

Bones shatter in his body. Flesh squirms and tears along his muscles, shrinking and sprouting the sharp barbs of black feathers.

“You can be an animal,” says Jack, smiling at him as fire burns his image away. “Because you refused to be a worthwhile man. Anti, why didn’t you just try to be a part of me? Yes, you were a mistake. That doesn’t mean I didn’t want you.”

Anti can feel the flame on him. Anti is burning alive.

“But it’s too late now, isn’t it?”

Anti is a bird, his neck broken in Jack’s hands, and he cannot shift, he cannot change at all; he is stuffed within the body of the bird. Wet, grinding musculature, calcium prison bars, and the electricity of nerve endings can contain him for the rest of his life. Around him, his puppets are laughing. Around him, his brothers are free.

He knows it’s a dream.

It’s always, always, always a dream.

But that never seems to make it less frightening.

“You can’t have found me,” says something in the bird’s eyes, in the bird’s fluttering death throes, in the bird’s broken, bleeding, burning neck. “You can’t have.”

“No,” answers Jack, as they turn to ash together. “No, I haven’t. But one day, Anti - I will.”

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Admittedly, I’m Hard to See

Fandom: Beetlejuice the Musical Chapters: 15/? Pairing: Beetlejuice x OC (Holidae) The Players: Beetlejuice, Lydia Deetz, Holidae Bell Word Count: 1,784 Warnings: M for Mature Content, TW: Brief mention of previous injuries (not exactly self-harm, but similar in tone)

Notes: Naked house guests abound

Chapter 15 - In Which the Future Doesn’t Exist

It would be another few hours before Holidae gathered enough energy to pry herself away from the ghost’s hold on her; muscles and joints popping with effort as she sat up.

The discomfort had nothing to do with their activities, but everything to do with the fact he slept on a past its prime sofa bed. The rusty springs creaked loudly as she swung her legs over the side, causing her to wince at the sudden noise, and turn to check on her companion. He didn’t seem bothered; laid out flat on his stomach completely naked, but not moving around as though he had woken up. Admittedly, it wasn’t the most graceful pose he could have adopted, but it was entertaining to see him stark naked without a care in the world.

Did he even need to sleep, or was it just a habit to act that way around other people?

The sight of him so… vulnerable almost made her rethink her plans, wanting to just crawl back into bed and stay there for the rest of the weekend. However, the dried blood on her shoulder and other… fluids that had dried on her skin were not the most pleasant sensations for long periods of time. A shower was her goal for that morning, and then maybe she could treat herself to sleeping longer in her comfortable, soft bed.

Holidae gathered her clothes from the floor, tiptoeing across the room and down the stairs in the bright light of the late morning. Since no one else was home, she decided to have a little fun and commandeer the Deetz’s master bathroom, as it was the fanciest in the house. It had been recently refurbished, she had been told, with a double-length walk-in shower with multiple faucets. Not that she needed anything more than a basic bathtub on any given day, but it was nice to take advantage of the luxury while it was available.

Turning on the showerheads, she waited for the water to warm up a little, examining herself in the nearby vanity mirror. The bite on her shoulder looked nastier than it felt, but there were clear rows of teeth visible underneath the initial bruising. Luckily, it wouldn’t be difficult to hide it under sweaters and coats for the winter season. She gently ran her fingertips around each small puncture, her face growing red at the memory of them being so close in that moment.

Holidae stepped into the shower, carefully closing the clear glass door behind her, hissing as the warm water soaked into her aching body. It was such a delightful sensation; she closed her eyes and let the water run over her face and hair, eager to relax after such anxiety the night before. The more she thought about it, the more she felt silly for thinking the worst of him. Of course, the standard image of all demon creatures were ones of vile, nasty beasts hellbent on snatching the soul of the unsuspecting human. The thought always stayed in the back of her mind, but she never let it grow any larger than a passing notion.

She doubted he would go to do much trouble for her soul anyway. Probably wasn’t worth much.

Tap Tap Tap

The sound of a nail on glass caught her attention, and her head snapped around to the shower door, her hands grasping the safety bar to keep herself from slipping. There, pressed comically against the glass - still naked - was Beetlejuice, who smiled widely when he got her attention. Instinctively, Holidae tried to cover her more intimate parts, her whole body flushing red from the heat of the water and the embarrassment at being so startled.

“Hey babes~” He chuckled, squishing his face against the door. “Why didn’t you wake me up? I could’ve missed the floorshow! Awww, don’t cover up like that… it’s nothing I haven’t seen. Licked. Stuck my-”

She chucked a wet washcloth at his face, watching it slide down the glass a bit before hitting the ground, “What the hell are you scaring me like that for? I could have cracked my head open and died.”

“Well, then, it would have been lucky for you since I’m an expert at handling the newly-dead.” Beej stuck his lengthy tongue out, licking the glass in an obscene manner.

“Ew! Don’t… don’t lick that! You don’t know what’s on there!” Horrified, she tapped on the glass by his face, “Germs!”

Beetlejuice gave her a look before putting his whole mouth on the door, looking like one of those sucker fish on the walls of fish tanks. Holidae squealed in disgust, opening the door and pulling him inside the large shower space with her, pushing him under the spray of one of the water jets. Within moments, he looked like sopping, wet mess. His hair, normally tamed in a care-but-don’t-care fashion was plastered against his skull, the length covering the points of his ears and blocking out his eyesight. It was funny to see just how long his hair was without the signature fluffed appearance.

With a grumble, he jerked his head back, successfully moving his hair out of his face and splashing the whole of the shower space like an unhappy dog.

“…Holli-baby. Holly-Jolly. Babycakes. Babydoll. I’m dead.” Beetlejuice tilted his head to the side sharply, “I can’t get germs.”

She mirrored his expression, “The fine layer of dirt and mold you’re sporting on your birthday suit would suggest otherwise, Juice.”

He waved his hands dismissively, “It’s part of the package. Didn’t hear you complainin’ about germs when you were smothering me in the middle of the night. You were all arms and legs like a squid.”

Holidae grabbed the washcloth off the floor, lathering it up with a nearby bar of soap, “Me? I’m the squid?”

Beej made a show of sitting down on… nothing. There were no built-in benches or anything in the shower stall, but his body still conformed to the shape of sitting on a chair. Ignoring him, Holidae busied herself with gently cleaning around her shoulder, wincing at the sting of the soap, but managing to navigate the tricky path of irritated nerves. All the while, Beetlejuice remained silent, content in the fact she hadn’t gotten too angry at him for invading her private time. In truth, he would have been happy to be outside of the shower door, as was his original plan… but he didn’t mind the change of location.

Besides, he was not about to argue the amazing view he was getting of his breather soaping herself up. He knew for a fact that he hadn’t done anything to deserve such a treat.

Once she was finished, Holidae rinsed out the washcloth thoroughly, turning around and holding it out for him to use.

“…you can’t hang it up yourself?” He asked, confused by her gesture.

“Huh? No, you can use it. You know… for… washing up?” She sighed heavily, “Don’t. Don’t even say it. I know you claim not to be dirty and stuff but there’s nothing wrong with smelling like soap for a while.”

He hesitated, watching her with a raised eyebrow, “You gonna help me get the hard to reach places?”

“No.” Holidae’s tone was deadpanned to match her expression. “But I will let you sleep in my bed.”

Not wanting to push his luck, Beej reached out to take the washcloth, but stopped and wrapped his hand around her wrist instead. It was a quick, snappy action; like a snake darting out to catch a mouse. Startled, Holidae instinctively tried to pull her arm out of his iron grip, unsure of what he planned to do with the appendage. Keeping her in place, Beetlejuice tilted his head, inspecting the skin of her arm with a quizzical look. Thin, pale white stripes lined the surface area between her mid-arm and her elbow; some crisscrossing each other without a pattern.

“Lose a fight with a weed whacker?” The ghost let her arm go, taking the soap in hand, and attempting to make himself as clean as he could to her standards.

A muscle twitched in the corner of Holidae’s eye, “Used to have a cat.”

Slowly, he turned his full attention to her, the strange tone in her voice contradicting the perfectly reasonable answer she provided. It was… flat. Dull, but instantly falling out of her mouth like it was a programmed response.

Rehearsed.

“Tch, nasty cat.” He replied, giving his cleanliness the attention it needed.

The rest of their shower was spent in peace, Beej offering a slew of lewd jokes and breaking the tension between them almost immediately. He refused to let her dry herself off, stating it was his solemn duty to make sure she was dried enough to not slip on the tile flooring. Of course, he concentrated his efforts everywhere but her feet, causing Holidae to squirm away when the fibers hit the more ticklish parts of her.

By the time they managed to make their way into Holidae’s room, it was getting closer to sunset. She knew it was a bad idea in the long run, but Holidae couldn’t be bothered to make her way downstairs to find something to eat. The allure spending more comfortable hours in bed with her ghostly paramour was too tempting to ignore.

Beetlejuice was already settled in her bed, lounging in the “sexiest” way he could, fully nude with only part of a bedsheet draped across his thigh, “What’re you doing over there? Don’t get dressed! You’ve got all this sexiness waiting here just waiting for you to ravish it. I’m helpless, Holly-Jolly, powerless to stop you from devouring my body like a fine cut of meat.”

Holidae popped her head out of the neck-hole of her sweatshirt, rolling her eyes at the display, “I dunno, that side of beef might be past its prime.”

“Uhhhhhggggg, you’re killing me, babes.” He rolled over, stuffing his face into the pillow dramatically.

With a soft sigh, she climbed into the bed next to him, holding her arms open toward him, “You’re already dead, Juice. Now come here and stop complaining.”

With a pointed and loud huff, Beej wriggled his body over to her side of the bed, letting himself be enveloped by the warmth of her body and the softness of her sweatshirt. It wasn’t too long before he could hear her soft heartbeats within her chest, her breathing slowing to a crawl as she drifted off to sleep. He mind wasn’t about to let him relax along with her, far too preoccupied with their awkward exchange in the shower.

He made a mental note to ask Lydia about the cat.

Writing Tags: @hoodoo12 @mr-geuse @paxenera @leiasolo77 @go-commander-kim @a-subconscious-manifestation @asriells @missihart23 @heknowshisherbs

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So poyo was super helpful with 'Til the Tide Takes My Soul', so I asked them what would they like me to write and she requested this one. Also it's poyo's birthday next week, so happy early birthday to them.

Eventually I will share the name of this AU, but for now it's a spoiler, so I'll have to share the name of it later.

So here’s the first chapter of ‘The Mess’.

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Art needs a lot of things. Time, practice, patience, inspiration for starters. This particular piece, Jester decided, needed buttons. Not that Jester had any buttons. Or really patience for that matter.

Jester had searched her room for buttons, but the only ones that she had were already on clothes. And she was not willing to sacrifice fashion for art. Being an artist hadn’t driven her completely mad yet. She texted her friends and neighbors, but no one texted her back. A scowl appeared on Jester's face. There was only one solution and that was to go to the store, but it was already 8 and the store was on the other side of town and she'd have to take the bus and hope that she'd get lucky and get there before the store closed.

Just as Jester grabbed her bag, her phone buzzed and Nott's name popped up. -jessi you can gut buttns from myplce. im nott hom so useplant ky. Use buttns in red bin nott greeen bin. calebs might b theree not sure. if calb there be nice too him- It took Jester a moment to translate the text, but she managed to understand that she was allowed to use the buttons red bin and that she could use the spare key in the pott next to Nott's front door. And that Caleb might be there.

Jester had heard all about the mysterious Caleb that lived with Nott and her husband. He was apparently a student at the college and a genius. Some scholarship student that struggled with living away from home by himself, so he lived with a professor and his family. Nott would brag about him almost as much as she did about her son and husband. But she would also warn that Caleb was very sensitive, and if Jester ever met him to be nice to him(as if Jester wouldn't be nice without being prompted. Though she might greet him with a well chosen prank).

She left her apartment and crossed the hall to Nott's place. It was weird that despite being neighbors Jester had never seen Caleb, but they probably just had opposite schedules. Jester knocked on the door, but there was was no answer so she grabbed the key from the plant. It wasn't the first time that Jester just went into Nott's place. Nott was okay with it unlike some of her other neighbors(it was cute how Fjord would scream in surprise whenever Jester stopped by).

Once inside, Jester started searching for Nott's button collection. She knew where Nott's wax and stamp collections were, but there was no signs of the red button tin. Jester stood in the middle of the floor with a pout. If she was Nott, where would she hide her buttons?

A door opened behind Jester and she spun around. Standing just outside the bathroom was a man wearing only a towel around his waist. His hair was sopping wet and in his arms was a small cat he was drying off, so he must've just came out of the shower. He startled backwards at the sight of Jester. "Who, who are you?" he asked with a noticeable Zemnian accent.

"Hi, I'm Jester. Are you Caleb?"

"Ja," he mumbled. "Caleb Widogast." He was nothing like Jester had pictured Caleb to look like. For one thing, Jester thought that Caleb was probably barely 18 and would be a slip of a thing. But the man in front of her was clearly in his thirties and older than Nott. He was super skinny, but he was about average height for a guy so he probably had around 6 inches on Jester. A rough beard hid his face and he tried to hide himself behind his cat.

Jester gave him her brightest smile. "Nott told me that I could come in and get some buttons."

"She didn't tell me about this," Caleb said trying to back away slowly.

"Oh, I just asked a couple of minutes ago, so she probably didn't have a chance to yet," JEster said. "Do you know where her red button tin is?"

Caleb nodded. "Ja. Above the microwave."

"Why would she put it above the microwave?"

"So it won't get confused for the green button tin or the red bottlecap tin," Caleb said. He finished drying his cat and it jumped onto the counter. It was closer to a kitten than a cat.

Jester nodded. It made perfect sense. "What's your cat's name?"

"His name is Frumpkin. He's nearly 7 months old now."

"Really? Oh, then he's close to the gangly all legs phase! That's the best part of kittenhood," Jester said.

Caleb nodded with almost a smile. "Ja. I've been looking forward to it too."

“You know, you shouldn’t leave your hair wet like that. That’s how you catch a cold,” Jester said.

“I’m fine. I just don’t like blow dryers.”

Jester rolled her eyes. “You don’t have to use a hair dryer. They’re not good for your hair anyways. You should towel dry it and then wrap it in a towel.”

“I don’t know how,” he said and it sounded like a painful admission.

“I’ll do it for you then. I’m really good with hair.” Jester grinned with pride. “The towels are in the bathroom right?”

“Ja, but you don’t have to-”

Jester was already in the bathroom going through the towels. “I want to do it. My roommate never lets me play with her hair.” She came back out with a couple of towels. “One of these should be the right size. Now sit down.”

Caleb sat stiffly at the kitchen table with Frumpkin on his lap. “I don’t have a say in this do I?”

“Well, technically, you have a say, but it’s better than getting sick,” Jester said.

Caleb sighed. “Let’s get this over with.”

Jester started to pat out the excess water from his hair and then stopped. Caleb’s hair was full of snarls and tangles. It looked like he hadn’t combed it in months. “When was the last time you brushed your hair?” she asked. He sat there in an embarrassing silence. “Stay here. This will take more than a brush.” She went back to her apartment to grab her entire hair care basket and returned as quick as she could. Part of her worried that Caleb would slink away while she was grabbing her supplies.

But he was still there at the table when she returned. Caleb stared at the bucket. “Do you really need all of that?”

“Well, you’ll probably not need the dry shampoo or the mousse. The rest of this though? Probably,” Jester said. “Now sit back and let me do my work.” Caleb closed his eyes with a wince. “I’m not going to hurt you Caleb, and if I pull your hair, I want you to tell me.”

“Okay,” Caleb said still sounding tense.

Jester shook her head and went to work carefully pulling apart the first tangle and brushing the lock out smooth before patting it dry.

“Oh,” Caleb said.

“Oh?” Jester asked.

Caleb tilted his back to look at her. “It feels good.”

Jester smirked back at him. “See, I’m not going to hurt you. Now let me take care of the rest of it.

*******

Nott returned to the apartment only to find the door was unlocked. She had invited Jester over to get some buttons, but usually Jester was good about locking the door after she left. And Caleb never left the door unlocked even when he was in the front room.

“What’s the matter, honey?” Yeza asked behind her.

“Nothing,” Nott said frowning at the door. “I just want to check something first. You stay here with Luc.” Carefully, Nott crept into the apartment keeping her eyes open for anything out of place. She froze when she saw what was going on in the kitchen.

Caleb sat patiently at the table wearing only a towel as Jester was braiding his hair in what looked like a complicated plait. It was the most relaxed Nott had ever seen Caleb. The ever present tension in his shoulders were completely gone.

Nott snuck back out of the apartment. “On second thought, I’m craving ice cream.”

Yeza gave her an odd look.

“I’ll explain it later,” Nott whispered. There was no way she was going to interrupt Caleb the first time he’s made a friend. Maybe with a little bit of luck, this would be a turning point for him.

[wolfenwingsshop]

So, first of all, Happy belated X's birthday to all of you! I would have posted this yesterday, but alas, I was too busy celebrating the holiday with my husband. See, X's birthday (September 18th) is very special here in our household. It's my husband and I's wedding anniversary! We met through the Mega Man X fandom, in fact, on a Fanimation project. And my husband, Zero (he prefers Zero or Zeke, though his actual name is Jeffrey), came to me through this very fandom... as most or my friends, actually. So, in light of the day, and that today is also the 19th, MvCI day, I wanted to share our story to you all, the tumblr X fans. See, if you go back and check out that old memory comic I did from my first Mega Man X roleplay club I was in, I come from a pretty crappy childhood and household. I started eating more, going out less, and basically, after the last guy I dated before I met my husband left me a whole 2 days after I got laid off from my job, I figured I was doomed to live alone. I was already well over 300 lbs. I had wanted to get a gastric bypass, but my mom and sister refused to support me, and they won't do that surgery unless you have a support system. Plus, I couldn't afford 6+ weeks out of work without a safety net, I was living alone and without anyone to help me financially during the recovery process. When my husband came into the picture, as you can see from my comic I made way back, before our eventual wedding, I figured such even back then. I was doomed to live alone. I would die a lonely fat cat lady with 60+ cats. (I already had 10 at that point... the last remaining ones from when I was rescuing.) When my husband and I decided to go ahead and get married.. my mom stated we could use her yard, but alas, she wasn't willing to spend much more on us. (She always has favored my little sister, and Sam, married twice at that point, had been through 4 weddings, one to her now ex first husband, and 3 to her current, son to be ex second husband.. there is also the fact that my little sister is 130 lbs sopping wet, and I think my mom is catching up on long lost barbie doll play time, lol) I also figure my mom assumed I wouldn't find anyone as nuts as I was to get married to. But we didn't have enough money to afford dresses and tuxedos. The nicest things we had, honest to god, we're our cosplay costumes from Otakon a few years back. Zero, knowing how much of an X fangirl I was, decided to cosplay X. I made his costume in a month. I wore a kimono my mom made for me. So Zero suggests, "well, why don't we do like that one couple, and do a cosplay wedding?" (He was referring to a cute couple who met each other through their shared fandom of Batman, and had a cosplay Batman themed wedding...) "Oh yah, sure, what are you gonna cosplay as? We don't have much, aside what we wore to Otakon!" I sputter. I was pissy, feeling a bit jipped that I knew our wedding was going to be a pauper's wedding and not even be too special. "Exactly!" Zero beamed. And then it dawned on me, he was serious, he wanted to switch his possible tuxedo to his X cosplay. *He was suggesting I get married in a kimono to him, dressed up as X.* I think I nearly died. Good thing I didn't, I was kinda driving at the time, but hoooooo boy, guys, did my face get hot. So, when deciding on a date, we wanted it in late summer, early fall, before it got too cold but not too hot either. August is already packed full, my mom and Zero's birthdays both land in August. (Zero is August 26th, which means, he shares the same sign as X if you consider the 18th as his birthday as we do, Virgo!) September! .....and then I remembered, X's birthday! Sure enough, that year (2015) it landed on a Saturday, so perfect! My best friend Sophie (a nickname she earned from WAS via her character, Soprano, her real name is Heather), and another friend, Hunty, another fangirl I met in IRC when WAS died and fell apart, who lived in Quebec, also came! I even drove up to Quebec City alone to go get her! (THAT was an adventure, lemme tell you!) Our friend, and owner of a video game store here in Syracuse (Gizmo's video games and wrestling) dressed up in his Mario costume, as we found out he was also an ordained minister!! And that's how it went. So now, today, the 19th, two years happily married and X is suddenly a thing again. MvC:I comes our today! Zero even went and got me the Collector's edition, so yet a new X figure will be gracing my shelves later today. And, remember, that wedding happened before my gastric. I was 370 lbs in that picture! I also included a picture of us this year, just a few weeks ago, in fact, at the NY state fair. I'm down to 250 now, a little over a year past my surgery. Zero says he doesn't want me to get too small, he'd prefer if I stay about 200. Lol. We'll see what happens.... but honestly, how many guys could you think of that would want to marry someone as big as I was?! I still don't know how I got this lucky. But yeah. Love can happen anytime, anywhere. Sometimes, it really just takes a little blue reploid, and a leap of faith, to find it.