#he’s also wearing an adventure cat harness!!

[dayz-ina-daze]

Full Jake ref for the TigerJake au!

[crazylittlejester]

We are always making Wars suffer in this house, man 😔

So fluffy headcannons time ✨

Wars was gifted an orange sapling by Impa even she found out he liked them the most, and he takes pride in having nurtured it to be able to have fruit. He likes to give his friends oranges if he has to many to store/preserve, and sometimes even makes baked goods from them as well.

Wars made a sort of birdhouse for the fairies he rescued during his adventure. He made sure that there was a wardrobe for their clothes and plenty of food while he's away. He has Linkle check up on them during his journey with the chain.

Is trans! Both he and Zelda are, and upon realizing as such, they just swapped lives and called it a day. It was an awkward conversation having to explain to the others why he had the triforce of wisdom instead of courage and can harness holy light. He likes to joke that the fates got confused and mixed them up by accident.

Doesn't know if he wants kids or not. Mask, Town and Tetra were all hellions and gave him more migranes than he can count, but those softer and more wholesome moments he spent with them also makes him want a kiddo of his own. Might just become the cool wine uncle who sees his neices and nephews as his own kids.

Animals love him. Every single one, even usually hostile ones. Wild nearly had a stroke upon witnessing a Lynel acting like a full blown house cat demanding pets from him. This also means cuccos love him to death, even though he is scared by them.

Ginger, bleaches his hair to hide it. Likes scaring kids by saying if they look him in the eyes he'll take their soul. Mask, upon being told this, said he didn't have one. This was the start of Wars' concern of the child.

Has a huge sweet tooth. Like, it puts even the fairies to shame. It is a miracle his teeth haven't rotted out his head, and that might be from divine intervention.

Cat mom, and he babies them. They are spoiled and chonky and love being cuddled and held like babies.

The scarf wasn't apart of the uniform he was meant to wear. In all honesty, nobody knows how or when Zelda got the scarf, or how it became a part of his attire. It's just apart of him now.

Speaking of the scarf. It's huge. Like it straight up could be a blanket if he unfolded it and laid it felt on the ground. It's his security blanky.

OUGGHH I’m so with you on these

- THE ORANGE TREE GOT ME MAN. HE’D ABSOLUTELY LOVE TO HAVE ONE OH MY GOD 😭

- He is SUCH a friend of the fairies, they all love him to death and I’ll fucking die on this hill. They absolutely adore him

- TRANS WARS REAL. Link in general is just such a transgender icon and I love him for it

- I headcanon him as ace so I don’t think he’d ever have his own biological kids, but look me in my eyes right now and tell me he wouldn’t take a kid in who needed it. Also he’s such a girl dad, yknow? (I am so obsessed with the idea of him being a girl dad I’m writing a fic about it-)

- I have this vision in my head now of the cucco’s lookin at him like “OMG it’s Link 🙌!” and they love him so much and he runs away screaming in fear. It’s such a clear vision too 😭

- I LIKE THAT SO MANY PEOPLE ALSO THINK HE DYES HIS HAIR. Like we may have different headcanons on his natural hair color (for me I think it’s a dark brown) BUT SO MANY PEOPLE HEADCANON HES A FAKE BLOND AND IM OBSESSED.

- Oh he is SUCH a sweet treat kinda guy, I headcanon he has blood sugar issues, so small little snacks with a lot of sugar in them would be so good for him actually if his blood sugar dropped suddenly

- CAT MOM REAL. I think he’d have two of those hairless cats and he’d make sweaters for them. He treats them like his children, and he cried when Legend called them ugly (the cats are hideous but like in a cute way)

- Oh that scarf is fr gigantic and definitely bug enough to be a blanket. That’s his emotional support blanket and he takes extremely good care of it

[mistydeyes]

hiiii can i get a codmw2 pairing please? :)

Appearence:

I'm 5'2", pretty strong, and a bit chubby. I have like shoulder-armpit length hair that i usually curl the ends of. the ends of hair are actually reddish pink because i'm growing out my bleached hair and back to my natural dark dark dark brown. i'm asian and i have a cat face aesthetic (its a korean thing i think) and i love wearing make up, but really like neutral and natural makeup.

Personality & Likes and Dislikes:

i'm actually quite adventurous and love to do new things like paragliding, jet skiing, canoeing, and a bunch of other stuff. i'm pretty nonchalant and i love laughing and having fun with people, but if something upsets me, i won't hesitate to be assertive and confront the person. people have told me i'm painfully honest, but i don't really care because i like when people are honest with me even if it hurts. i hate when people are harsh on others for no reason and always think they're better than others. i love cooking, baking, and spending time out and about rather than staying at home, but i will stay home if i'm lazy :))

Future:

I just signed my papers for the us air force and i'm planning on shipping out next year because i'm working right now as a sterile processing tech to get some money for my family and to just chill out too. when i join, i'll go to tech school to be an aerospace medic and probably just continue with the medical path because i've been doing it since high school

What I look for in a Partner:

I want someone who can care for me and keep up with me and my spontaneous personality. I want someone who's outgoing but also able to watch over me and not be as reckless. like someone who would take me out to a karaoke bar and be my singing buddy but also give me a piggy back ride because my feet hurt from my heels yk? someone responsible but also fun

sorry if this was a little long :( tysm izzie!!

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

How you met: Military Kyle had the experience of a lifetime as he was invited to the US Air Force Academy in Colorado to provide some insight on successfully parachuting out of planes. He excitedly demonstrated the techniques on the ground to the cadets and led the exercise through the air. Once he was done, one of the Staff Sergeants invited him to take a ride on the F-15E Strike Eagle and experience Mach 2.5+. Of course, Kyle said yes but as the plane rose in altitude and the pilot continued accelerating, he knew he was doomed as he lost consciousness. When Kyle woke up, still strapped in the plane but grounded, he immediately threw up on the person who was trying to unbuckle his harness. Unfortunately, you had the honor of being covered in vomit as you were trying to wake him up. His eyes grew like saucers when he saw your gorgeous face twist in disgust. "I am so sorry," he said as you tried to shake off the chunks from your uniform. "It's alright, Sergeant Garrick, let's get you to the medical wing," you politely said as the recruits and even their commanding officers laughed wildly at the sick British officer. As you slung an arm around his waist and helped him down, he continued to apologize. "Please call me Kyle, it's the least you can do after all this," he said and you hoped he would make it to the wing without throwing up again.

A peek into your relationship: After his fiasco, Kyle was invited back every year to embarrass himself and to tell the new hot shot recruits of the horrors that he experienced in the F-15E Strike Eagle. You were ecstatic whenever he texted you about his arrival as that meant you could spend the evenings with him, your boyfriend. "...then we strapped him onto the plane and he passed out upon take off," Kyle joked as you entered the karaoke bar. "I wouldn't laugh at him Garrick or should I remind you of the smell of vomit that you coated me with," you teased and the tips of his ears turned red. "I did make an impression on you," he sheepishly said as you made your way to the booth. You kissed his cheek as you went through the different song selections. Finally, you landed on the perfect one. "Sing with me," you said as you threw the microphone at him. He sipped his beer and joined you as the beginning notes of Don't Stop Believing by Journey began to play. "JUST A SMALL TOWN GIRL, LIVIN' IN A LONELY WORLD" he belted and you struggled with the next verse as you were laughing too hard. As the song continued, you both did your best to belt out the verses and also keep from dying of laughter. By the end of it, your voices were hoarse but you continued with all the hit classics as your boyfriend spun you around and shamelessly serenading you.

[wisterialilies]

JJK as cats

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I love cats and I love Jujutsu Kaisen. Thus, this was born. Hope you guys enjoy! <3

Part 2: Here

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Gojo: - First of all, he’s the biggest house cat you’ve ever seen. Secondly, he’s also the weirdest house cat you’ve ever seen. And by weird, I mean weird. He comes with sunglasses. What kind of cat wears sunglasses??

- When you first got him, you got them off and stored them away. But a few hours later, your cat was wearing them again. So you tried a few more times to get rid of them. You really did. But every time, those cursed sunglasses would always find their way back onto Gojo’s majestic feline face. Don’t get started on how they manage to stay on. It’s a mystery we’ll never get an answer to.

- If there’s one good thing about him, it’s that he’s super fluffy. He makes for a great heater during the winter. The best cuddle buddy you could ask for. But if it’s during the summer, you better have the air conditioning on, or Gojo’s going to cling to you for the entire season. If he has to suffer through the heat, so will you.

- You’ll definitely wake up to him attempting to sleep on your face on more than several occasions. Keyword, attempting. You always wake up before he manages to get comfy. Seriously though, who can blame you? It’s like someone pressing a super fluffy, super warm, and super heavy pillow over your face. Sometimes you wonder if Gojo is trying to kill you instead.

- He absolutely loves knocking over things. You know that crack on your phone? You’ve got Gojo to thank for that. He’s definitely spilled some drinks on more than one occasion, as well as broken quite a few things. Gojo’s ‘hobby’ just sort of ends up training you to get into a habit of not leaving too many things on table surfaces and such.

- No matter how much trouble he may cause, you can’t seem to find it in you to get mad at him. Like, just look at him! Sunglasses aside, he’s an absolutely gorgeous cat. Long, silky, white fur and stunning sky blue eyes. You’ll definitely attract the envy of many other cat owners!

Yūji: - Yūji, he loves everybody and everybody loves him. He’s like the perfect mix of friendly, playful, cuddly, and cute. He also serves as a great conversation partner. You can talk to him about anything and he’ll just sit there, listening to you and giving an occasional meow or two in response. You often feel like it’s as if Yūji can understand you.

- For this cat, there’s no such thing as a bad time to cuddle! He’s happy to cuddle with you any day and any time. Heck, you could even wake him up from a nap and he’ll still cuddle with you, though he may end up falling back asleep pretty soon. If you’re ever having a bad day, Yūji is ready to give you some cuddles and purring therapy.

- He’s social. Like, really really social. Towards humans, cats, and other creatures alike. Any time you have guests over, he’ll be happy to butt in to your conversations and become the star of the show. If he ever shows aggression towards someone, you better be careful. There’s probably a really good reason behind it.

- Curiosity killed the cat. While that may be the case for some cats, it certainly isn't for Yūji. He loves exploring new things, whether it's something you've introduced to him or something he's stumbled upon on his own. He has a knack for getting stuck in odd places due to this, so it's up to you to get him unstuck.

- If you’ve ever dreamed about taking a cat along with you for adventures, Yūji is the right cat for the job! You can take him to the forest or the beach, and he’ll be right in his element. Although he’ll go off to explore on his own, he’ll make sure to not stray too far from you. So even if you don’t harness him, no worries! And if you’re concerned about any predators getting to him while he’s away from you, don’t be. As sweet as Yūji is, he can also get pretty aggressive towards any threats against you and him.

Nobara: - If you want an energetic and playful cat, Nobara is the one for you! Except, she’s the one who decides when the two of you get to play together. If she’s not in the mood, she’ll just ignore whatever toys you wave her way. But when she wants to play, she’ll bring the toy over to you herself. She enjoys chasing and pouncing the most, so you’ll probably have a tons of wand toys in your house. Watching Nobara play can sometimes be like watching a mini lioness hunting.

- But keep in mind that just like all other creatures, she likes to have moments of just chilling out and relaxing. So during those times, she'll usually be laying under the sunlight and dozing off. Unless you plan on sunbathing with her, don't interrupt. Otherwise she'll be cranky for the rest of the day.

- Nobara is a cat with a fashion sense. Putting any dull or unstylish accessories on her is a huge no no. It has to be beautiful or cute and to her taste, or else she’ll claw it to shreds no matter what.

- And while we’re on the topic of stylish, she likes to keep her fur very well kept. Clean, soft, and free of any tangles. That’s how it’s supposed to be. You can find her grooming herself at various times during the day. If you want to help brush her fur, Nobara will be more than happy to sprawl out across your lap and let you work your magic.

- Although she's not much of a cuddler like Yūji, she makes sure to show her affection in other ways. When you come home after a long day of being away, she'll come running up to you, meowing her heart out while winding herself around your legs. With Nobara around, there's always something to look forward to when you go home.

Megumi: - Have you ever encountered cats that just like to do their own things and completely ignore their humans? Yeah, that’s Megumi. Well, maybe he doesn’t completely ignore you, but he does like to spend a lot of time by himself.

- One of his hobbies seems to be doing a ‘disappearing trick’ on you. He’s an indoor cat, but on some days, you don’t see him anywhere around the house. No matter how hard you look, you just can’t seem to find him. Though if you call for him, he’ll eventually pop out of nowhere. Where was he the entire time? That’s for him to know and for you to find out. He was probably just napping in your closet or some high up spot.

- Megumi likes to use his brain, so puzzle toys are perfect for him. Leave him with one and a few hours later, you’ll find him still having fun with it. This doesn’t mean he dislikes playing with you though. He’s fine going along with whatever you want to do, as long as there isn’t any roughhousing involved.  

- He strikes me as the kind of cat who’d bring his owner gifts. Beware though. If he’s not bringing you random items he finds scattered around the house, he’ll be bringing you some more…unpleasant gifts from nature.

- A quiet and peaceful environment. That’s what Megumi loves. So when you’re just sitting there and doing some quiet activities, such as scrolling through your phone or reading, he’ll come over and join you. He’ll often curl up next to or near you, but will go to your lap on occasion. Try to resist the urge to pet him too much though. While he’s content with some gentle stroking, he might start getting a bit annoyed if you over do it.

Tōdō: - Cat? What cat? The only creature here is Tōdō the French Bulldog. So there we go. End of headcanons.

- Kidding, kidding. Seriously though, he’s a Frenchie and nothing you say can change my mind. But let’s say that theoretically speaking, he really is a cat; he’ll be the most idol obsessed cat you’ll ever meet. And not just any idol obsessed. Tōdō is Takada-chan obsessed.

- If you keep him, you better be committed to turning on the TV for Tōdō every single time something about Takada-chan is streaming.

- Every. Single. Time.

- I’m telling you, you can’t miss a single show or live special, or else Tōdō is going to be pissed. Don’t even get me started on how he, a mere cat, knows every single stream time of everything Takada-chan related. If you do end up missing one, well… Good luck trying to get that muscle of a cat to stop rampaging around your house.

- But Takada-chan aside, he’s not too bad to keep around. He can be a bit noisy at times and more often than not, ends up unintentionally intimidating your guests, but he’s usually well behaved. He can also be a bit clueless when it comes to certain things, so that also provides some entertainment. It’s pretty funny watching Tōdō trying to interact with other cats. Somehow, you haven’t come across a single cat that likes him.

- One more thing about him is that he’s also basically a guard cat. Since you’re his owner, Tōdō is very protective over you and your place, and won’t hesitate to attack any intruders. Trust me, even though he’s a cat, he’ll do a very good job at making the intruder(s) wish they never tried messing with you.

- Oh yeah, hope you’ve got a hefty amount in your bank account, because Tōdō eats a lot. Somehow though, instead of becoming a chonky cat that’d go viral on social media due to its cuteness, all the food he eats seems to go straight to his muscles.

[lasquadrasfuckhouse]

Hello!

Maybe some la sqadra headcanons with s/o, who is super fixed on pets? Like, they want to adopt every animal from the shelter, and cry every time they see a abandoned pet on the street. S/o just loves pets so so much that they would do everything to have more

Ofc it's just a proposition, bye bye!❤

AW I LOVE THIS

la squadra with a partner who loves animals 😻

risotto ✂️

he gets it. he has a soft spot for small cute things

he's very fond of how doting u are to every creature but he'll keep you in check, gently pull you away from a passing animal shelter and the like. pets take commitment and u both have very demanding jobs as is

he will help u set out bowls of water for all the strays and little creatures tho

if u bring home a lost pet he'll want you to bring it to the shelter and let the people there find its owner but you count as small cute things he's soft for (because everyone is small compared to risotto). give him puppy eyes for long enough and he'll give you a few days to find the owner yourself but it can't interfere with work and you're completely responsible for it

you'll probably be able to sway him on taking in ONE (1) stray cat if it has the right temperament, quiet and won't interfere and more on the independent side. there are a lot of strays in the neighbourhood as is, he figures having a cat in the house won't be much more of a stretch than you looking after the cats outside

he reasons that for himself too because he loves cats. he'll let it sleep on his chest and he WILL take it for walks on a lil kitty harness do NOT test him, do NOT fuck with this guy while he's walking his cat

he also thinks tarantulas, scorpions, and reptiles are cool (reptiles would love him he's so warm!!!) but maintaining a terrarium is a lot of work

prosciutto 🚬

no. he will answer firmly, no. you both know how busy you are

he tries to reason with you every time you cry over a stray: you can't adopt them all, you know it would be a disservice to the animal to take on that responsibility only to find you can't balance it, i know it's sad but you're only one person with a very difficult job you can't overhaul the shelter system overnight. he'd try to help you toughen up for your own sake, not that u have to love animals any less but he doesn't want u burning out emotionally and he doesn't like seeing u cry either

if u bring home a lost pet, he will also insist you take it to the shelter. if u have a staredown about it (the shelters are so busy already and what if they can't find its person!!!!), it will be a LONG staredown. but if u promise to take full responsibility and find the owners asap he will relent BUT DONT MAKE IT A HABIT. if he has spare time he May help you with finding the owners, mostly to speed things up but it does also make u happy

might also accept one (1) cat with the right temperament but it's YOUR responsibility. if you're prepared to take on the commitment urself, he can coexist with a chill cat pretty easily. he will give it pets if it curls around his legs. if it wants to curl up in his lap, as long as he's not busy, well..... he would allow it

(the cat definitely grows on him)

he supposes he wouldn't mind fishes or a reptile but again, your responsibility

pesci 🎣

he thinks ur so sweet and he has a very hard time saying no to you

as long as ur managing your time and energy right he doesn't think it's so bad!!!! will defend you if the others try to tease you or get on your case

he will help. he might not mesh well with very rambunctious and outgoing animals tho. he may get nervous about caring for them right (is this food good for them? how do i hold them? what if they get sick?) but if u show him how and reassure him and he gets reassurance and affection from the critter too he'll probably cry

he would, of course, love a fish tank. he gets really into arranging and rearranging the setup and caring for ur fishies. he could watch them for hours and also defends them against people who say they're boring (THEY HAVE PERSONALITY)

he would say no to arachnids or other bugs and no to reptiles and amphibians (cause they eat bugs)

formaggio 🧀

HES RIGHT THERE WITH U

cats are his favorite even if he is not cats' favorite. he looks after the strays with you and will comfort you when you cry about them

if you find a lost pet he'll help you hide it (probably make it smaller) while you team up to secretly care for it and find the owners

'formaggio what the hell is that sound coming from ur room' 'oh i just fell asleep with the tv on' '..... and it's still making the same sounds 3 hours later?' 'ITS A LONG MOVIE'

HE WOULD LOVE TO RAISE A CAT WITH U. two cats would be great too but you do both have busy jobs. cool with rodents too, would be cool with a dog or parrot in theory but in practice they take a lot of work and require a lot of social time and y'all are pretty busy being assassins.

illuso ✨

he will gently tease you for being a softie (the keyword here being gently because he loves u) but he's honestly a little endeared

he's trying to befriend the flock of crows around base so they'll be his little minions so u spend time together leaving them snack offerings

for trying to actually get a pet tho? ur on ur own

if you find a lost pet he may offer to hide it in the mirror world while u search for the owner BUT he will require payment. whether that is a kiss or you do his chores for a week. and he doesn't really do well with animals cause he just doesn't know what to do with them but he will do his best to help care for them in the mirror world if u can't be there because it's for u (and contrary to popular belief he's not completely heartless)

no. no strays in the house. i know it's cute and sad but it's all dirty, you don't know where it's been. but then you start tearing up and he's like ah fuck okay FINE tidy it up and bring it to the shelter but im outtie

he does find cats and snakes very graceful tho and may be open to having one as long as it's a good fit personality and needs wise and it's mostly your responsibility

melone 🍈

he finds it adorable. he loves how sweet u are

he loves hearing about his partner's interests so he will talk about cool biological and developmental animal facts and how u can learn a lot about human behaviour by studying the nature around us

doesn't see the harm in helping out any strays or lost creatures u may find and is totally down to help

he will remind u that pets are a lot of responsibility tho!!! if u want one u have to figure out how to balance other responsibilities with it but he's cool with co-parenting

he thinks reptiles and amphibians are really fucking cool. he'd probably be interested in a bird too cause he has the patience and creativity for them but ur also both busy people. he'd LOVE having sweet rat babies b/c they are so smart!!!

ghiaccio ❄️

he LOVES everything cute and soft and fluffy so he understands but also you can't rescue every stray or adopt the whole shelter we are assassins,

you befriend the neighbourhood cats together and build squirrel feeders. sometimes you'll go to the park just to cry about how cute all the dogs are

if you find a lost pet he may try to be like ugh.... do we have time for this....... but he caves VERY fast. will whisper-yell at anyone who tries to give you grief for it because he doesn't want to startle the poor creature. will help you find its owner if it'll get the others off ur back

he would very much want to raise cute animals with u. you have work to think about but if u had a rather independent cat that would work. he'd also love rats and hamsters

starts dreaming of retiring with u one day so u can have a bunny and a yappy little pomeranian he can wear matching sweaters with

sorbet and gelato 🔪🍦

they think ur utterly adorable. ur their sweet beloved third and they dote on you and would love to be involved in/support ur passions

they will help u look after the strays and may point out like someone's cute dog that they're walking just to see ur eyes light up and hear u gush

they Will smuggle lost pets inside the base for you and they Will help you find the owner they don't care about getting in trouble with risotto they're in trouble all the time anyway it's their jobs

would very much like to be pet parents with u and it might honestly be easier to manage between the three of you

they'd do very well with rats, they could handle high energy pets like ferrets, parrots, and dogs, but y'know u do all have work and stuff. they are determined to find the right fit for all of u b/c ur so cute they can't NOT indulge u

maybe one day the three of u can retire on a heap of money and adopt an older cockatoo and harness train it so u can all go on adventures together, that's the dream!!!!

[rad-fulltime-exchange-program]

The Brothers as Cats

Submission by Sugar (I really like cats)

Lucifer:

- a beautiful black Maine Coon with a white diamond like pattern on his chest

- is his owners shadow. They must be in his sight, or in his mind, under his protection at all times

- is extremely quiet. You never know where he is which landed him with a navy blue collar with a little bell

- he also has an intense staring problem

- expect to wake up in the middle of the night and seeing just blue orbs staring back at you

- has a very prideful walk and sits with his chest puffed out a little

Mammon:

- Short haired golden cat with a short tail

- is an indoor cat but likes to go out on adventures

- WILL steal anything shinny he sees

- his bed is full of different tresures he finds, and if his owner is upset he will bring them something from this stash.

- a very cuddely boy. His bed is for his stash which makes you, his lucky human his bed.

- if he thinks he’s alone he will howl until he sees his human again but then act like he wasn’t calling out for them

Levi:

- a sleek black cat who has cool blue undertones

- is a very skittish baby

- has an obsession with the TV and will sit in his humans lap whenever they are using it

- when his human gives attention to another cat he will pull at their sleeve

- he also has separation anxiety and joins in on Mammon’s howling which only makes it louder

- LOVES the fish tank

- will sit there for hours just watching the fish swim, has even jumped into the tank to be with them

Satan:

- A nice light shade of blonde long haired cat

- he can be aggressive with other humans who he is unfamiliar with

- is fairly well behaved for his human and is more aloof

- adores the smell of book and the fire place

- if his human is reading or watching a show he will sit behind their shoulder on the top of the couch, and they swear he is reading/watching  with them

- if he has a bed he will opt for sleeping by or on something warm instead

- while he isn’t very cuddly when he does cuddle with his human his motor (purring) is the loudest of all the cats

Asmo:

- another light blonde cat and if the owner chooses has pet safe light pink dye in his fur

- an absolute DRAMA queen

- if you don’t give him attention he will force his head under your hand or stand on your computer

- he’s a show cat it’s the law

- adores wearing fancy collars and clothes, will even wear a harness and go on walks

- when he walks it looks as if he is walking down a runway and he knows it

- has a super fluffy bed that is a bit raised and loves to sleep in it

Beel:

- a BIG orange fluffy cat

- people ask you if he’s a dog in disguise

- will beg for food at first and then get in your face for it

- has jumped on the counter to eat Mac and Cheese out of the pot

- loves to go out on adventures with his human! and takes naps with Belphie

- is a total sweetheart and loves to cuddle his human (if they can hold him)

- sheds so much you could make another cat

Belphie:

- a big black fluffy cat (same litter as Beel)

- if its not his human he hates people

- loves to start drama or knock things off counters

- will sleep anywhere with no care for other convienence

- never actually sleeps in his bed. He prefers his human’s or Beel’s bed instead.

- gives very sassy glares to everyone but Beel

- is very cuddly to his human and Beel everyone else gets the cold shoulder.

Hope you guys liked it I’m still practicing and would love your guys feed back!

[warchiefethi]

Cyu'dira Nightsong

Her appearance usually consists of a minimum druidic look. Donning a bra and leather brown harness that carry her bear hide shoulder pauldrons. She wears bear hide boots and gauntlets and a large crescent moon belt that has pieces of fur to cover her hips.

Her personality is of a wild nature. She is friendly to those who do not wish to harm her and easily won over with a drink which can bring out an even more lively version of her. There are also times where she feels overwhelmed which cause her to shut herself and become unsociable.



History of Cyu'dira

Cyu'dira was born a green dragon in the depths of Val'sharah. She was torn away from her family to the nightmare before she was hatched and was rescued by a group of druids. One took fondly of her, named Shan'do Renshi Nightsong. Due to her strong bond towards nature, he taught her druidism and how to use nature as a force to protect herself from the nightmare. As she grew older, she became a Nightsong herself. Although she was a Kaldorei, she felt strange that she could become a whelp rather than a bear or a cat unlike the other druids.

During the peace after the third war, Cyu explored Kalimdor with her family, creating friendships with other Kaldorei and soon settled into her new home, Teldrassil. There she met a young Kaldorei sentinel by the name of Ethra Wildmoon. The two bonded well and began to explore the rest of Kalimdor together. Ethra was curious of Cyu's strange whelp form and shared tales of the dragon flights, hinting at the possibility that she could be apart of one.

Years later and with the tales in her mind, Cyu set off to Northrend with Renshi and Ethra to discover who she truly was. Upon arrival at the Wyrmrest Temple that Ethra mentioned, they found all kinds elves and plenty of dragons patrolling the huge tower. Renshi, knowing she was mature enough, revealed to her who she really was. She didn't know she had traces of dragon scent on her until the other green dragons approached her. At first she doubted them, but with their help, she understood her connection to them, recognising them as her kin and why she was attuned to nature. She could become a whelp because she is a dragon.

With her understanding of her past and what she is, although still learning the draconic language, she now adventures on with her soulmate Ethra to discover new lands and to protect the Dream and her Kaldorei family.

[mahvaladara]

For the OC questions (Sorry for being so late, been a busy.. gaming wise, weekend!) 90-100 for Mal 1-10 for Annika 20-30 for Maeve 40-50 for a teenage Syra perhaps?

[Ga]Mal[l] Sullyvan

90. What is their occupation?

Gamall is a full-time Wanderer, which is a type of Valasyr who specializes in wandering between cities, countries, planets, and even universes seeking to harness as much knowledge and power as possible. They are also often called knowledge and power devourers.

Currently, Gamall is a full-time Biologist and freelance Gardener.

91. Do other characters respect your OC, if so, is it out of fear? Or do they respect your OC because they like them?

Depends. His family respects him dearly. From where he came he was respected out of utter fear. But those days are in the past and he is living a new life and earning respect by hard labor.

92. If they were given minutes to live, what would they do? Who would they want to see and say?

Gamall once was in this position, and he had wanted back then to see his former wife Caitlyn and former son Seimei before disappearing. He went and got a few last minutes with them, but he didn't die. He wished he did. For time came to claim Caitlyn eventually, and as for Seimei, he killed the boy when he came seeking "revenge" for the death of his father.

He now has come to the conclusion that if death ever comes for him, it's not like he can prepare for it. So he lives every day as if he only had minutes to live, seeking to amass as much fulfillment as he can, rather by the form of material goods, personal knowledge, spiritual power, hedonistic pleasure, or life experiences.

93. How do they deal with stress?

Gamall is already quite the shittalker and blabbermouth, but when under stress that becomes worse. But he is paradoxal and it mostly depends on the type of stress, it can either be met with agression or silence and either of the two are always foreboding.

94. Do they have a more submissive or dominate personality type?

Versatile personality. Gamall adapts well to the people around him, but he is not a pushover and he despises whoever tries to dominate him by force. He does enjoys playing the sub as much as the dom and though Gamall can actually be very manipulative, it is not on his interests to dominate or command others, usually his manipulation only working to make sure people don't bother him.

95. Do they have a pet?

Currently no. But they'll have a lot of chickens and a lot of cows.

Gamall used to have a horse called Eggplant, but there's a running gag that if he gets a horse it'll die, so... yea, that happened.

96. Do they have a stash of weapons?

Pffft. They don't exactly need too, they can kill you with their mind alone, but this is the type of asshole who will kill you with a duck if you tell him he can't.

97. Where do they live? Who do they live with?

The farmlands. Gamall isn't keen on big cities or places with a lot of people around because it usually means trouble and pain for him and he'd rather not.

98. How do they calm themselves down?

Depends. He has found out that addressing a fireball to whom it may concern is a great way to calm down, but he can't exactly commit capital murder everytime someone annoys him. Gardening currently has been providing him a lot of calm and quiet he needs.

99. Are they co-dependent?

No.

100. Are they a day, or night person?

Night person, it helps that he doesn't need sleep.

1. How do they present themselves to others?

Anika comes off as a smart, kind and fun girl, your level-headed rich girl who's always had everything she needed.

To her dad however, she's a rebelious teenager finally breaking free from a sheltered and controled life. She is finally learning magic rather he wants her to or not and continuing on his footsteps trying to find a way to return Apollo's heart and find a way to save Arlo.

2. Do they like animals?

Yes. Anika had a cat as a child, but due to her mother's illness she had to give away the cat. After her mother passed away, Anika and Apollo adopted a dog. Anika ended up being the one to keep the dog, since Arlo hurt their dog when they tried to take it to Apollo's home.

3. How do they dress?

Anika dresses in a very sporty rich way. She prefers wearing high end sports clothes, leggings, crop tops and track suits, anything she can move well in and exercise in. Sometimes she pairs them with fishnets and accessories that give her a more sporty witch feel.

4. How many languages do they know?

Anika speaks english and spanish.

5. How big is their family?

Currently it's just her and her father. Her mother used to be around but she was killed by an unknown dragon who her father refuses to name.

6. What is their purpose in the story?

Anika is Apollo's best friend and girlfriend, she is also a witch and a dragon hunter, who is currently aiding Apollo in finding a cure for Arlo's rot the same way her father before sought her mothers. After her mother's death, Anika decided she had a duty to Apollo to help him save her brother, as it was Anika who lured Arlo to the trap.

7. Do they know how to fight?

Anika is petite, but Anika can kick your ass. Her father taught her kickboxing.

8. What is their back story?

Anika is the only daughter of Isaiah and Melantha Lorenn, she moved with her father to Windenburg when he was offered a position as a principle at the school. She lived a pretty uneventful life despite her father's side work as a dragon hunter and spellcaster. Anika herself was a powerful spellcaster but her father kept her away from the major things he was doing. Eventually, Anika fell to a trick to capture the two child dragons, her best friend Apollo and Arlo.

9. Why is their name, their name?

I really liked the sound of Anika, and since Isaiah and Melantha also had unique names, I wanted Anika to have a name that would feel like she's a girl born into the 1%.

10. Do they have any nick names?

Ani, by Apollo, Queen B(itch) by Arlo. Princess by many of her school peers.

20. What do they look like?

See thee above.

21. What are their hobbies?

Maeve's hobbies include watching football and baseball games, writting research law papers, cooking and working out.

22. What are their ticks?

Their what?

23. Do they like children?

Maeve has five children, her eldest twins Arlo and Apollo, her middle daughter, Syracusia, and her youngest twins Talia and Dimitri.

24. How do they react to being around wild animals?

Maeve is pretty brave and adventurous but as most people she tends to avoid wild foxes and other animals.

25. If they were given the task to prank someone, who would it be, what would they do, and would the prank work?

It would be Mal and it would be the yelling "I feel good!" prank when he was busy spraying bugs, doing the laundry or when he's vacumming.

26. Do they have any survival skills?

Yes, she can pitch a tent, filter water and cook most wilderness food. She also knows how to hunt, since her father enjoyed hunting pigeons, ducks and rabbits. She knows how to make a snare trap.

27. Are they more book smart or street smart?

50/50. She's very book smart when it comes to education and law, but has a lot of street smart when dealing with her clients, and the cases she has. She knows what the jury are more likely to simpathise with and usually builds her case defense around this.

28. How do they get out of a difficult situation?

Usually by trying to solve it. If she can't solve it, she asks for help, but she is not one to run away from a situation.

29. Do they use their body, mind, personality or force to get what they want?

Personality and smarts.

30. What music do they enjoy?

Maeve enjoys rock, old school rock and roll.

40. How do they become who they are?

Syra is the lucky three. She has a very calm and uneventfull life despite what luck befalls are siblings, and she is lucky to get two younger siblings, so she never got very cotroling parents breathing over her shoulder, so she was allowed to be herself. She has a very supporting father in Mal, who supports her every decision, and a big brother who loves her and whenever he is well, Arlo will go with her to do whatever she wants.

41. How was their childhood?

She had a happy childhood. Though they moved when she was a kid, she was young enough for it to not cause a negative impact on her growing up. At the contrary of her older siblings, Syra wasn't forced to go to a private school, and being in public school allowed her to be a regular girl without the pressure of being examplar.

42. Are they close with anyone who is going to screw them over?

One of her friends is a mooch, who's only around her to get good grades and to steal her stuff, she doesn't know this yet.

43.How do they adapt to different situations? Do they adapt at all?

Syra adapts pretty well to her surroundings and situations. She's a versatile girl who knows she has parents and siblings who will help her if she needs.

44. How do they speak? Examples - Are they soft spoken, hot heated, vulgar

Syra is soft spoken, quiet and calm.

45. Are they opposed to violence?

Very much. Syra grew up watching her two older brothers getting into very violent altercations, especially when Arlo was feeling well. She usually would get in the middle of the two. She now knows why they'd fight.

46. When is their birthday?

Syra was born in Autumn, I think.

47. Are they quick to judge?

Not really. Syra is very empathetic.

48. Do they have anything they are trying to hide from others?

No.

49. Do they act different around different people?

No.

50.Do they enjoy the arts?

Syra enjoys theater, film and music.

[sugar-petals]

What type of domme would baekhyun be most comfortable with? Does he want a mommy or a mistress? A punishment or a reward? I'm really curious as he seems to give off good little boi vibes but also fuck me hard and choke me good vibes

good one, time to expand a little from the ideal doms for super m imagine 👀 let’s talk about domming baekhyun.

so, i said an allrounder type of partner is the way to go. what i mean is: you’re probably dealing with a mistress of several schools. it’s the domme category that governs the far ends of several discipline. as adventurous as baekhyun is, this calls for experimentalism as well 🤔 man... it has to be someone experienced. you could be a beginner with mark lee and learn in sync (very cute), but this guy needs a steady hand that is absolutely confident. especially in moments when he is often not. so, it takes self-assurance that doesn’t crack — which is rarer in doms than you think — and knowing how to bring stability.

you can see how many roles you could eclipse. i can imagine him tied up with intricate rope harnesses (rigger), get pinned + slapped around and his mouth toyed with (sadist), have a thing for her size and height (goddess), get babied and cuddled and fed with pizza (mommy), be a good puppy (owner), or tease like crazy until he gets his attention and scolding (brat tamer). the list goes on. he’s a good boy and a naughty boy as a package deal. leaning toward the naughty side though, no illusions there 😉 so, more aggressive punishment than reward. 40% praise, 60% tough love cuz you know baekhyun likes being put in his place and being caught off guard.

the juicy thing is. we know baekhyun has strong kinetic memory (!) and learns by just watching as he does with choreography. he observes it, voilà, his body can do it. so imagine him watching any type of femdom porn. good lord. you get the idea. his domme needs a good grip on the basic craft, otherwise she can’t keep up. he can pull off many styles of bdsm which is what a lot of anons have been hinting at or wondering about, hence baekhyun can be so confusing. is it the switch in him, who knows. while i think he can adapt to the primary style of the partner, he’d also try to usher them to new things using indirect ways. so it’d be an advantage to be interested in many kinds of play in the first place is what i’m imagining. won’t get boring with him. baekhyun is a certified madman, and he has energy for days. that’s him at 4:15 AM:

the thought experiement here is either having a domme that’s more driven than he is or someone chill💡i think he’d follow someone rough and tough more easily. if someone is slow-moving, he immediately gets into teasing cheer-up puppy gear instead. so, to wear baekhyun out and make him slack off, you’d have to have more energy. being lax has the opposite effect, this guy can’t go to sleep if you go easy on him and let him whine. it’s why i think the mistress is such a good match, she loves creating a system of discipline. unlike say the sadist domme which might suit him well (cuz he wants to be reduced to a poor little thing) but she doesn’t enjoy as much structure. 

first and foremost, she needs that grit and know how to take charge of him so strictly. that he realizes uh-oh, it’s going down. if she’s serious on him, that unlocks a whole new level. the sleepier dommes head to yixing and yoongi and felix, the active ones are forged for baekhyun. if you really serve it to him ice cold and turn his brain upside down, we’re talking. that means harshness and pain to the point where he lets loose, gives up coherency, and all his standard reactions disintegrate. you know which point i’m talking about. the most exciting part of dominating baekhyun would be to overwhelm and break him. just to see what he’s like in that state, i’d really be something else. including subdrop baekhyun. 

you’re entirely correct that he just exudes destroy-me energy, it’s what all his cat-and-mouse games aim at. “testing the waters” is what i’d describe his personality as. you’d have to be such a patient domme and lean back in your armchair until you decide he’s at that point and deserves you lashing out. does he want to get beat up? just watch him bicker all day long to know the answer is yes. does he want to get ravaged and ruined? same answer. does he like a scary femme fatale he can lick his lips for and act a fool about? absolutely. but then again, the snuggly side in him is just as compelling and there’s a silent vulnerability and devotion that he might show in the most protected of moments. 

meanwhile i don’t think he frets excessively about who he’s comfortable with since he can arrange that by himself with the majority of people. he has that magical ability to make someone open up and weed out shady people. and, he finds his safe spot in a domme fast. instead, the priority and tricky bit concerns fun. i’m torn between saying he’d need 1) a domme who gives some good reactions when he entertains her and 2) a domme that is gonna hook him by making him desperate for feedback. hm... this had me thinking. maybe it takes someone able to do both. moodmaking is pretty important to baekhyun, he feels praised when someone adores him and genuinely laughs often.

bonus: if i had to pick a toy for him — anything to gag his mouth. because what’s baekhyun gonna do if he can’t talk? 😈 interesting experiment. he relies so heavily on his vocal chords so you could learn a lot about him as a sub if he can’t speak but just moan and use his body. stage two, something to tie those wiggly hands and feet with. the more restrained he is, the better. oh, things get fun from there. so i hope you got a good idea of how to dominate him now 😄

[hannahhook7744]

Mad Hook fanfiction; We are family. The Hook-Hightop family.

Jefferson and Killian are the parents obviously. They got together when Castilla Jane Jones (C.J) was a baby. Age 32 and 30.

Neal Baelfire Cassidy, Killian's kinda step-son. Age 28. Emma's love interest and Henry's dad. Gold and Milah's son.

Cassandra Seraphina Gothel, Killian's adoptive 16 year old daughter. Gothel's daughter.

Prince Edward of Andalasia/Edward James Encanted, Killian's 14 year old adoptive son. Narissa's step son.

Grace Priscilla Hightop. Age 10. She's friends with Henry and loves sword-fighting, bunnies, and tea parties. Nicknames-- Gracie and G.

Alice Mary-Anne Jones the 2nd. Age 8. Aka Tilly, Al, or Ally-cat. She's a little unwell and takes after both her dads personality wise. She's Gothel and Hook's biological kid but her mom isn't in her life. She always carries around a creepy bunny mask that she loves with all her heart. She's Liam 3's twin.

Liam Jonathan James Jones the 3rd. Age 8. Aka L, Lee, little L, little Lee, and little Liam. He's just as mischievous and adventurous as his twin but he's also more studious than his twin. He's meeker and shyer and better at magic, which is fine because Alice is better at fighting than he is. He wears a chesire mask.

Ginevra Flower Gothel, Killian's 7 year old adoptive daughter. Daughter of Gothel.

Harriet Miranda Jones. Age 7. Aka 'ette, Hettie, and Big H. She's a scholar and a pirate, and always stepping into look out for her siblings just like her Uncle Liam. She is kind and loyal, and the leader of her friends.

Mason Alexander and Glenn Howard Gothel, Killian's adoptive 6 year old twin sons. Gothel's sons.

Madeline Jessica Hightop. Age 6. Aka Maddy, hatter, and the mad hattress. She loves tea parties and believes that everyone should be able to pick their own Destiny. Her hair is dyed purple and a light blue hair. She has wonderful madness, meaning she can do impossible things. She has a pet doormouse named Earl Grey.

Harrison Thomas Jones. Age 4. Aka Harry, Harr, Har bear, little H, H.J, little Hook, mini-me, Mini-Hook, Hookling, Pirateling, Jeff Jr, Killy Jr, Hook Jr, guyliner, guyliner jr, Jones Jr, Killian jr, and first mate Harry. He's obsessed with being a pirate and is very talented in many areas. He wants to be just like his daddy and he's a bit mad. He carries around a toy hook.

Calista Jane Jones. Age 2. Aka C.J, Monkey, Little Jones, the baby pirate, curly, blondey, Cali, 'Lista, and Curls. She's a hyperactive, mischievous, playful little girl who loves exploring, pranks, and fighting. And she likes pirates, the sea, and pirates. Don't make her mad though-- she's scary when she's mad.

[survivingthejungle]

everybody wants to rule the world (caliban)

When Sabrina was 8 years old, her life got a little more unusual. Being a half witch raised by her two aunts and cousin (all full-blooded witches)  in a mortuary was not a common experience for most children. But things became different when another cousin, from her mother's side of the family, came to live in the Spellman house. Her mother, Diana, had a brother, William; WIlliam married and had a daughter just two years before Sabrina was born. She was named Genevieve Sawyer, and she and her paternal cousin had been very close to one another their entire lives. When it was heard that William had been shot and that Genevieve's mother was not fit to parent, the girl's cousin and family immediately stepped up to take her in and be her legal guardians. 

Despite Genevieve's unfortunate circumstances, she never lost her bright personality or kindness. She seemed to stick out like a sore thumb in the Spellman house from time to time, but it was a welcome change of pace for everyone who lived there. For the next eight years after she had gone to live with her cousins and aunts, she had grown into a compassionate, driven young lady. Growing with her were several pets she had acquired over the years. Genevieve had a special love for animals and so had adopted many. She had a spotted turtle named Tucker, whom she had rescued from getting run over by a truck one morning. She also had an orange tabby cat named Tex, a green budgie named Pico, and a blue pit bull terrier named Bambi. The latest addition to the family was an albino ball python, whom she was currently in the process of naming. 

"Genevieve. I mean it this time," scolded her aunt Zelda. "No more pets. You have barely enough space for them all, and I won't allow any more of this."

"No more, aunt Zelda. I got it. This guy is the last," she affirmed, gesturing with the snake which was slithering over her shoulders and down her left arm. Her aunt shuddered. 

"How you can allow that thing near you is beyond me."

"She's sweet!" she defended. "She's just curious."

"She stays in your room only. If I see a snake slithering about my house I won't hesitate to kill it."

"She won't go anywhere. Promise."

Once her aunt had finished scolding her and left her room, she turned her attention back to her new friend. "What do we call you, huh?" Genevieve said. She set the snake down on her bed and flipped on her record player against the wall to fill the silence, and an old Fleetwood Mac album started spinning. "Well," she said, "I have to take Bambi and Tex on a walk, so I guess we should put you in your tank, huh?" She moved the young albino to the mostly empty tank and placed the lid over it, promising, "I'll get you some decorations while I'm out." Then she put on a pair of socks, laced up her shoes, and grabbed two harnesses and leashes from the footboard of her bed, heading downstairs to find the only two of her pets that were mammals. "Morning, aunt Hilda," she greeted the small blonde woman.

"Oh, g'morning my love! Are you taking Tex and Bambi on a walk?"

"Yeah, once I find 'em." "Well you'll eat first, won't you?" She pointed to the table. "Some toast for you."

"You're the best," Genevieve said, sitting down to take a bite of it. The toast was covered with peanut butter and sliced bananas; simple, but a favorite of the girl's. She finished eating quickly and was off again in search of her cat and dog, finding them in the family room. Tex was lounging on the couch and Bambi had seemingly been banished by him, staring at the tabby from the ground. "You wanna go on a walk?" she said to them both, her voice increasing by about an octave. Bambi's ears perked up and her eyes widened; Tex hopped down from the couch and over to circle Genevieve's legs. "Hey auntie," she called into the kitchen, "Do you know where Beans went?"

"Yes," her aunt called back, "I believe she went to go see Harvey, Roz, and Theo?"

"Okay. Thank you!" She then strapped both of the harnesses onto Tex and Bambi and put them on their leashes, and then made their way outside to their usual walking route. About halfway through their walk she and her two companions made a detour to go to Harvey's garage, where Genevieve had guessed their band would be practicing and where her cousin had gone to find them. Heading around behind his house, she found the garage door unlocked and entered in to find the four of them seemingly discussing something important.

"'Vieve,"  Sabrina greeted as soon as she saw her cousin. "What's up?"

"I was walking Tex and Bambi," she responded, holding up the two leashes attached to both animals. "What's up with you?"

"Sabrina's trying to take us to Hell," Theo told her. 

Genevieve's eyebrows raised and she went to take a seat on the couch closest to her. "Why?" she asked Sabrina.

"Nick." She said his name sadly; she knew her cousin missed him a lot and felt guiltier every day she left him trapped there. "I think I found a way to get him out."

"But, like… He's still…" Genevieve trailed off, not knowing how to formulate her thoughts exactly. 

"Yes," she responded, knowing what the girl was getting at. "A flesh Acheron. But I might have a solution for that too."

—

Sabrina had brought the five of them through Dorian's portal to Hell with an incantation, where they landed on a cold, dark beach, coughing up the salt water that had gotten into their lungs. "Wait, so… Hell is a beach?" Harvey asked.

"The Shores of Sorrow," Sabrina whispered hauntingly. 

Theo stood up and pointed out at the water. "Guys. Look. What are those?" There were tall wooden structures standing above the waves, and from them came pained groans and wails. Hands were reaching out, desperate to grab whatever would come close to them. 

"They're the souls of the damned," called a deep, unfamiliar voice. The group turned their heads to look for the source, and saw a large sandcastle and someone walking out from behind it. He had blond hair and was wearing a flowing white shirt that he had left unbuttoned. "They drown as the tide rolls in. Over, and over," he said, looking out at them, "For all eternity."

"Bummer," Genevieve whispered to Roz.

"Hi," Sabrina greeted him as the group approached him. "We're looking for Lilith." He didn't respond. "Uh, Madame Satan? S-Queen of Hell?" The boy looked pointedly at her, on the verge of a smirk. "She's in Pandemonium, if you happen to know the way." He turned his head and pointed left. Sharp jaw, Genevieve thought. 

"All blood flows to Pandemonium." Sure enough, there was a large rock through which blood was flowing, that seemed to turn into a path further up the beach. "Follow the blood-red road where it flows, and there you'll find the throne of Hell," he instructed, still pointing. 

"Thanks," Sabrina said. He pushed his hair back from the wind blowing on the beach, smirk still present. What does he know that we don't? her cousin wondered.  "And you are?"

He seemed as if he were about to respond, but decided against it. "Never step off the road," he advised. He looked at their feet then. "It's clever you're wearing dead men's shoes. Though… any demon worth his salt can smell mortal flesh a mile away."

Genevieve's brows furrowed. "Ew." The boy glanced at her and then turned back to his project. 

"Come on," Sabrina said, "Let's go." The four trailed behind her, but Genevieve stayed still for a moment. "Hey! I like your sandcastle," she called to the boy. He looked back at her, intrigued. "Bye!" she waved. He lifted a hand in return, and she was on her way. 

— 

The journey through hell had been… adventurous, to say the least. Between the field of crucified people beating eaten by crows, to the forest with a magical flower and a bloodthirsty tin man, to a horrific mock-high school classroom, Genevieve and the others were exhausted, scared, and ready to go back to earth. After being rescued by Lilith's helper, a man dressed in a bellhop's outfit and being seated at some hellish feast, she and Sabrina began a conversation about getting Nick out of Hell and taking care of Theo's uncle's soul as well. The Infernal Kings weren't recognizing Lilith's newfound authority, so she struck a deal with Sabrina- the throne for her boyfriend and her friend's uncle. Sabrina, of course, agreed, and the process had begun.

— 

"Infernal court, I bid you welcome," Lilith greeted from the throne. The three demonic kings stood before her in wait. "The city of Pandemonium has an honored guest. May I present to the hordes, Sabrina Morningstar, daughter of Lucifer Morningstar." Sabrina walked to stand next to the woman and looked around the throne room. "In his absence, she has come to officially declare me Queen of Hell. Isn't that right, Sabrina?"

"Yes, that's right," she told them. 

"This is treason! Heresy!" the Kings protested. "Lilith is a concubine, not a queen. We do not recognize her. She was Lucifer's whore. The realms are in chaos, and the Earth, the Pit, the Heavens, the Cosmos, they all reject Lilith's claim to the throne."

"And who do you propose would rule?" she shot back. 

That was the million dollar question, it seemed, because the Kings got a nefarious look in their eyes. "All hail Caliban, Prince of Hell. Molded from the clay of the Pit itself, native son of the inferno, born to restore and rule our dark domain!"

"Hello again," said the supposed Prince Caliban, in yet another open top. He maintained the smug look on his face that he was wearing at their last encounter. 

"Uh, hi?" Sabrina said, mildly confused. 

"What is this?" Lilith questioned. "This is salvation," he told her. "Since the Dark Lord's desertion, the Nine Circles of Hell have been breaking down. I, Caliban, will restore stability and do what Lucifer failed to do… conquer the earth. Remake it as our Tenth Circle, and enslave the tribes of mortal and witch."

Before anyone else could get a word in edgewise, Genevieve spoke up. "No? You most certainly will not!" she said. He raised his eyebrows at her. "Dude. You're… you're not even a real person." Her brow furrowed. "Someone gets one good blast with a hairdryer and what happens? You dry up and crack?"

"I'm afraid that's not how it works, darling." He stepped closer. "Though you are clever for that." Yet another smirk. Smug bastard. Closer. And closer. 

She glared at him. "Thanks," she deadpanned. 

"You are pretty, for a mortal," he said to her. "Maybe I'll have mercy on you." He lifted a hand to beside her face and toyed with a strand of hair that had fallen out of her braid.

"Don't touch me." She slapped his hand away, and he stepped back. Sabrina and Lilith had been whispering to each other from the moment that Caliban revealed his plan. But now, she was seemingly comatic; her eyes and Nick's were both glazed over in red and they were both catatonic. But when her senses came back and her eyes returned to normal, she had adopted a newfound confidence. "No, we won't," she said to Lilith. "I am Sabrina Morningstar," she announced to the hordes, "And that throne is mine. By blood, and by birth."

"Here we go again," Harvey muttered. Genevieve chuckled. 

"Yours to give me, you mean," Lilith interjected. 

"No. Mine. To claim." She sat on the throne herself, and her cousin had to admit that she looked rather regal. 

"We do not accept this!" the Kings argued. "The witch lives on Earth. She cannot possibly rule Hell."

"You've obviously never been to high school."

"You are a child, not a queen," another King shot. 

"I am a young woman." Right on, her cousin thought. 

"You cannot fulfill your father's duties." "I can," she insisted, looking at Lilith. "With Lilith as my advisor." "What?" "Isn't that what kings and queens do when they're too young to rule?" she argued. "They appoint a…" "Regent," Lilith offered. "Yes. As a matter of fact, yes." "Then you, Lilith, are my regent."

"I dispute this." Caliban, of course. 

"Okay, Dirt-Man," Genevieve said. She had begun to harbor a deeply personal sense of loathing for him, especially because of how he disrespected her cousin's authority and was a raging narcissist. 

After an attempted challenge for the crown, Sabrina dismissed the court and he and his clique left Pandemonium. She and the rest of the group, along with Nick and his tongue, followed Dorian's instructions and used the flower and the incantation to return home. 

— 

Sabrina had royally fucked up— no pun intended. After fumbling her first soul retrieval and getting locked in an industrial freezer by her second, she was beginning to lose hope. And she was running out of time. While Lilith was out searching for the wayward queen, the clay prince decided to go on his own adventure.

— 

Genevieve was occupied in her cozy, bright room when a gust of spiraling flames interrupted her peace. She had been lying in her bed, reading a book and accompanied by all of her pets (which was a rare occurrence). Pico had nestled onto Tuck's shell and they were both napping. Bambi was curled up against her side and Tex at her feet, and the new snake— whose name, she decided, was Rhiannon— was also curled at the end of the bed. "Quite the companions you've got," he spoke deeply, disturbing the silence. "You!" she said, sitting up and starting all but the python. "What are you doing in my room?" she asked, exasperated. 

"Here to see you, of course," he told her, sitting down on the edge of her bed. Genevieve

was still perplexed. 

"...Why?"

"You amuse me, mortal. And you've caught my eye. Your friend may be the Queen of Hell—"

"Cousin," she corrected.

"Your cousin may be Queen, but it's you who's really captured my attention."

"I… Okay," she responded, brows furrowed.

"No one's ever spoken to me as boldly as you have. Especially for a mortal. If I wanted to punish you, in fact, it would be well within my rights. Even your cousin could not do anything about it; laws in Hell differ than on Earth."

"So, what. You're here to kill me? Because I threatened your ego?" Genevieve rolled her eyes and got up, Bambi following after her. She grabbed Rhiannon and carried her over to her tank, flipping the switch for her heater and closing the lid. She then grabbed Tuck, as gently as possible to allow him to keep napping, and put him in his tank as well.

"Of course not," he chuckled. "You're much too interesting. It would be a shame for your potential to go to waste." "Potential," she said, disinterested. Walking to her door, she slipped on a pair of shoes that sat against the wall. "For?"

"For you to align with me. You may not like me much now, but I'm sure you'll grow to."

"For me… I'm sorry, what? You expect me to betray my cousin for someone who wants to literally enslave my people and take over the Earth?" He said nothing. "No!" she waved her hand at him, signaling for him to leave. "Be gone. Or... whatever you say to banish demons." She left her room and headed down the hallway and to the stairs, but Caliban was not far behind. Neither was Bambi.

She made a pit stop in the kitchen to make herself a sandwich before she left the house. "Do you think me unreasonable?" Caliban asked, leaning against the counter while she worked. 

"Well, yeah. Actually I do." 

He grabbed her hand before she could continue. Making sure to never break eye contact, he pleaded, "Please. Let me prove you wrong." She pulled her hand away.

"Why are you so dead set on this?" she groaned. "I said no!" A frustrated laugh left her lips.

"I'll make you a deal," he pressed. She returned her attention to her sandwich and refused to look at him. "Submit to me, and I will abandon my plan to enslave the tribes of Earth." Still, silence. Genevieve pretended that he wasn't even there anymore, slipping Bambi a piece of turkey in between the two of them. Once again, Caliban brought his hand up and grabbed her chin; she couldn't turn away. 

"You won't get the chance," she spat. "My cousin is the Queen. Your plan will never happen." He opened his mouth to argue, but in a split second, decided against it. 

"If that's truly how you feel, then I concede. But know my offer still stands." Genevieve shrugged, straight-faced, unsure how to respond. 

"Will you leave now? I have somewhere to be," she told him, putting her sandwich in a baggie and walking to the kitchen table where a backpack was hanging off the back of a chair. 

"Will the lady allow me to escort her?" he countered. She threw her food, a water bottle, and a sports drink into the bag as she considered it. 

"Fine, I guess." She slung the backpack over her shoulder before kneeling down to scratch and kiss Bambi's head. "Bye, Bambi!" she said, her voice having gone up at least an octave. The blue pit thumped her tail and opened her mouth in a typical pit bull smile. Without a word, she stood up and passed Caliban to go retrieve her sneakers which were sitting by the front door. He followed, attentive to her every move. She locked the door behind her on her way out and began walking into town. 

"Where are you headed to?" he asked her.

"The gym. I coach junior high volleyball."

"Is that a mortal sport?"

"Yeah. I played for a long time."

"Why did you stop?" 

Genevieve stayed silent for a beat. "When I was still in high school, a few colleges wanted to recruit me for their teams. I would have gone to any of them, but…"

"But what?" "Well, I don't really know what I want to do with my life. I didn't want to just up and leave my family with no plan. So after I graduated this spring, I decided to take a gap year to figure out what I want to do."

"Have you figured it out yet?" he asked. His tone seemed genuinely interested. 

She stayed quiet for a while longer. "No," Genevieve admitted, dejectedly.

"Maybe you should work with animals," Caliban offered. "Really? Why?"

"You seem to like them enough, you've got several as pets."

"Yeah, that's fair. But I don't think I could ever be a vet," she claimed. 

"Then don't. Try something else."

"Like what?"

"You're the mortal here, not me," he chuckled. "You know more about your options than I do." Genevieve let out a little laugh as well. "Think about it," he advised her. 

"I will. Thank you, Caliban."

— 

Sabrina didn't return home until well past midnight. As she walked through the front door and quietly closed it, her cousin broke her silence from the stairs. "Where you been, Beans?"

Sabrina nearly jumped, startled. "I was— Oh, Aunties," she muttered, finally facing all three of them. 

"Well, do you care to explain yourself?" Zelda questioned. Sabrina glanced at Genevieve, who was leaning over the top of the banister and mouthed I didn't say anything.

"Oh, I'm sorry I missed your first day at the Academy," she apologized. "I had this prob-"

"How many secrets are you keeping from us?" Zelda interrupted.

Hilda piped up in typical good-cop fashion. "You didn't happen to go to Hell, bring back your father, the Dark Lord, and stick him in the bowels of the Academy without telling us, did you?"

"Putting what's left of the coven, not to mention the entire world, in grave peril, just so you can see your boyfriend." 

"That's not why I did it," Sabrina argued. 

"Oh, God. Here we go again," Genevieve muttered as Tex jumped up onto the bannister beside her. She gave his head an absent-minded scratch as she watched the scene unfold. 

"Oh, I know why you did it. Cassius delivered a stack of books with rituals about soul transference… I thought the Dark Lord was bad. I thought he was dangerous, but Lilith preserve up from his demented, lovesick daughter."

"Aunt Zelda!" Genevieve shouted. "That was so uncalled for!"

"I couldn't just leave Nick in Hell!" Sabrina defended herself. "Every second he was down there, he was in torment. Aunties, every second he was in pain."

"We know, darling," Hilda tried to comfort. 

"And it's my fault." Her cousin began to tear up with the thought of Nick's suffering. "He did it for me. I couldn't just… wash my hands of him." Hilda stepped off of the stairs and went to Sabrina to try to comfort her. "I owed it to Nick to at least try and get Lucifer out of his body and into someone else's."

Zelda had begun to abandon her condemnation of Sabrina's actions, instead demanding that she come up with a well thought-out plan. "Whose? Where do you expect to find another vessel strong enough to withstand being turned into a flesh Acheron for the Devil himself?"

In a moment of perfect timing, Ambrose and Prudence appeared in the front hallway with a raggedy, bearded man at their feet. "Aunties," he greeted. "I'm home." It was evident in his tone and lack of breath that he was exhausted. "Any chance of a cuppa?"

Genevieve went downstairs and followed her cousin and Prudence into the kitchen. 'Whatcha want, 'Bose?"

"Something to help me sleep, finally," he rasped. "Thank you, cousin." (They weren't really cousins, but it was how they had referred to each other since Genevieve had come to live with them those 8 years ago.)

"You too?" she asked Prudence. "Yes, please."

— 

  The next night, Sabrina returned home and immediately headed to Genevieve's room to de-stress from her arduous day. "That jerk Caliban challenged me for the throne," she sighed, laying down on Genevieve's bed. "Again. Legally, this time. And I had to accept it."

Her cousin took a deep breath. "Wow. He's really not letting it go, huh?"

"No. I wish he would, though."

"Well, what was the challenge? What do you have to do?"

"We're both supposed to search for the Unholy Regalia. It's a Hell thing," she explained at Genevieve's confusion. "The first item is Herod's Crown."

"H- King Herod? Like 'kill the babies' Herod?"

"That's the one."

"Jesus," Genevieve exhaled. "...No pun intended." She had been sitting on the floor with Rhiannon, watching as she explored the room, but stood up to sit next to her cousin. "Beans, you've got a lot on your plate right now. Are you sure you're gonna be okay?"

Sabrina considered her question for a moment. "No. Actually, I'm not sure. But I have to do this." She shut her eyes tight for a few seconds before opening them again and sitting upright. "And I have so much homework on top of this."

"You know what? I don't have anything to do tonight. You go to bed, I'll do your homework tonight." Sabrina smiled softly at her cousin. 

"Vieve, you don't have to do that—"

"I know. But I want to. You need to rest. Besides," Genevieve said, "I already got through all of those classes once. I can do a few assignments tonight."

— 

It was about eleven o'clock that same night and Genevieve was on a productive streak- in terms of getting her cousin's homework taken care of. She had advised Sabrina to talk to Ambrose the following day about looking for the crown and, subsequently, the rest of the regalia. In the midst of her focus, a gust of heat hit her and she could sense a presence in her room. She didn't even bother to turn around from her desk. "Go away, Caliban."

"I take it you've heard about my challenge, then?"

Genevieve set her pencil down and stared at him. "Do you have any idea the shit Sabrina's been going through, lately? I know you don't care, because all you want is power, but she's an actual person with other responsibilities and an entire life that she's dealing with on a daily basis. You're made of clay and you're from Hell, I get it, you must not have any sense of empathy, but this is taking a toll on everyone. You are such a raging narcissist." Caliban's smirk had dissipated by now. "Get out of my house, Caliban. I'm busy."

"You're wrong," he said. He was uncharacteristically quiet. "I can be empathetic." He sat down on the edge of Genevieve's bed, and Tex had allowed him to pet his head. "I do have emotions."

"Showing them from time to time might do you good." He said nothing, focusing his attention entirely on Tex rather than making eye contact with Genevieve. "Why are you here?" she asked, adopting a gentler tone. She felt as if she had been hard enough on him to get her point across. "Don't you have a crown to find, or something?"

"I've not yet located it. I was wondering if you've considered my offer?"

"Of course not," she scoffed. "I don't think you're gonna win. Beans may be busy, but she's smart. And talented."

"Well, she is the Dark Lord's daughter."

"Regardless. No, I haven't considered it. Is that all?"

"I hear there's a carnival in town."

Her brows furrowed momentarily. "What do you care?"

"Would it please the lady to accompany me? Tomorrow night?"

Genevieve went stiff like a deer in headlights. "Um… sure, okay. I guess?"

"You seem confused," he observed. 

"Yeah, I- I am. A little. Surprised. Why do you wanna go to the carnival?"

"Is this not how mortals court each other?" he asked, standing up to lean against the desk she had been working at. He seemed his usual self again, another smirk crossing his face. "Or would you rather skip the formalities?" He winked, grinning down at her. Though she was still sitting, it was obvious that he was taller than she was. 

She scoffed lightly. "Fine. I will go to the carnival with you tomorrow," Genevieve conceded. "Are you done now?"

"Are you sure you wouldn't have me spend the night?" he teased. 

"Don't push it, Dirt-Man."

"As you wish," he told her, and threw his arms up, creating a vortex of fire and returning to the pits of hell. 

— 

Genevieve finally retired to bed at about quarter till 1 in the morning. Rhiannon was cozy in her tank and Tuck was in his; Pico was sleeping in his cage and Tex was curled up at the foot of her bed. Bambi was laying with her back to Genevieve's, but the blue pit had been awoken by a sudden presence appearing in the room. In the dark, Caliban had returned once more to the girl, this time having astral projected. Bambi's head stuck up, sniffing at him. He put his finger up to his lips and whispered to the dog, "Shh." Bambi was convinced and went back to sleep, leaving the boy to himself. He walked around until he was facing her, and he knelt down at her bedside. He rested his head on one arm while his other hand brushed some stray hairs away from her face. She looked so peaceful he was almost afraid to touch her. "Sleep well, darling girl," he whispered. "And forgive me for what I must do." Without another word, he kissed her forehead and promptly returned to his physical body in Hell. 

[skepticbeliever-bookclub]

fics featuring curly but not in a threesome way? loool

Three Men and an Eggplant Emoji - drunkkenobi | E, 5.8k, Complete

Once again, someone on Reddit draws Shane’s ire. Once again, there are sexy results.

adventure in life, consistency in coffee - punk_rock_yuppie | T, 22k, Complete

Ryan and Shane meet in a coffee shop, except it's a lot more complicated than that.

is it safe to just be who we are? - uneventfulhouses

To feel Shane’s finger touch the choker so softly ignites the deepest parts of his fantasies, the ones where Shane takes his hand and closes it around his throat, just tight enough to make it difficult to breathe. Ryan’s breath is so shallow it makes him dizzy.

“What’s this?” Shane asks, voice barely audible over the music and chatter in the bar. Ryan keeps his eyes on Shane’s face, just to watch the way his eyes light with fire when their eyes meet again. It’s enough to send curls of arousal swimming in his stomach, lower even, his pants suddenly a hair too tight. Shane drops his hand and Ryan swallows as he straightens his posture, squaring his shoulders.

“Like it?” Ryan breathes.

or; ryan wears a choker and shane's into it.

if i knew what you'd do - abovetheruins | T, 2.9k, Complete

"Who the hell is Shane?"

Ryan sinks into his seat. "Necromancer," he mutters, ignoring the embarrassed flush seeping into his cheeks. Fuck, this is humiliating. It's one thing for the others to know; he can put up with Steven and Curly's teasing. Telling his boss is another matter entirely. "Look, it's no big deal, he just likes to... fuck with me."

He knows he's chosen the wrong words the moment they leave his mouth. At his sides, Steven and Curly are practically giggling.

a dangerous night (to fall in love) - abovetheruins | T, 3.4k, Complete

The scent that had stolen Ryan’s attention was coming from the area where the man was standing. A curious sniff at the air confirmed that it was still present and just as tantalizing to Ryan’s empty stomach, so with a roll of his shoulders to work out any lingering anxiety, he took his first step into the street.

As he neared the man, twisting through the crowd and mumbling apologies when he bumped into someone, Ryan couldn’t help but notice how much stronger the scent grew. With each step it became more apparent, a constant tease on his senses, sharp but sweet at the same time, like sugar coated in flame, or frost. He’d never smelled anything like it.

no one's got me quite like you - uneventfulhouses | T, 15k, Complete

Andrew nudges Ryan's shoulder. “I have a question: are you and Shane busy tonight?”

Aside from general editing, Ryan doesn’t recall having any plans for the rest of the day. He can’t necessarily speak for Shane, but chances are he doesn’t either, unless Netflix and Chill with his cat counts.

It doesn’t.

“No?” he says, cautiously, because for the most part, when BuzzFeed employees ask him these things, it’s usually for something that he doesn’t necessarily want to do. But for the sake of views, Ryan tends to sacrifice himself.

“Cool. We’re doing a video.” Andrew turns to walk away, like that’s the end of the conversation, but Ryan calls after him.

“About what?”

or; today on worth it, shane and ryan evolve into a couple during three double dates at three drastically different prices.

want you in my room - beethechange |. E, 13k, Complete

As they watch, Tall Guy takes his beanie off, revealing a mess of thick, shiny brown hair. He runs his hand through it to shake out the hat hair and Ryan feels like he’s stuck in an Herbal Essences commercial, except he’s the one making inappropriate lustful noises.

Ryan adjusts his snapback, determined. He is, after all, wearing his very finest basketball shorts, without even a single hole at the hem, and the knowledge puts an extra spring in his step.

“I’m gonna climb that dude like a tree,” he tells Curly.

Almost Cool - blacktofade | E, 30k, Complete

While filming the Yuma Territorial Prison episode, Shane gets bitten by what he thinks is a bat. Spoiler alert: it's not.

the light the moon sends back - bodhirookes | T, 28k, Complete

“I thought I imagined it,” Ryan says eventually, still looking at the other side of the woods. “I had to know.”

For a moment, there’s nothing but the wind in the trees. And then he hears the low growl that’s haunted his every passing thought for days. The creature creeps closer, a rumbling noise following the growl. It sounds threatening, but also confused.

“Know what?” it hisses, close enough that Ryan can feel when it speaks, and then he turns around.

He turns around, looks up into those piercing eyes, and says: “I had to know why you didn’t kill me.”

Or, Ryan moves to Michigan to find himself again, and ends up finding more than he could have ever bargained for.

Bewitched, Besotted, Bewildered - MercurySkies | T, 9.4k, Complete

'Fae are tricky people. Shane is trickier.'

Names are powerful things, when Shane seemingly knows Ryan's without him ever having told him, his true motives are called into question. All Ryan has to go on are the lessons taught by fairytales and his own instincts. Ryan attempts to learn about Shane's true nature as Shane tries to accept himself, despite the misconceptions and fears of others.

darling, everything's on fire - bodhirookes | T, 8.1k, Complete

Shane gets the call at 2:51 in the morning.

“‘Lo?”

“Madej, I need you here immediately.”

In some other lifetime, it would have taken Shane at least twenty minutes to wake up from a call like this. But after seven years of working at a hospital, he’s almost coherent by the time the call hits the ten second mark.

“What happened?” Shane asks, pushing himself up with a groan.

On the other end, there’s a slight pause, and then Quinta’s strained, tight voice tells him: “There was a fire.”

Or, Shane is an ER nurse who gets called in to help with the aftermath of a huge fire and discovers that no one knows what has happened to his firefighter partner.

Precipice - makemadej (santamonicayachtclub) | E, 35k, Complete

“I don’t even know how to flirt with him,” Ryan grumbles. “We live in a world where tightening each other's harnesses and sleeping in the same bed is literally just another day at the office. How do I top that?”

“Any way he'll let you,” Curly says immediately.

(Or, the one where Ryan gets a nipple piercing.)

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[therealvagabird]

Sapphire Trio

Three OCs inspired by my time playing Assassin’s Creed: Odyssey. I don’t really have plans for this trio, but I wanted to get them down in writing. While not fanfic OCs, I imagine they inhabit a pseudo-romanticized version of Ancient Greece as depicted in that game.

They are all of them fans of murder and pretty ladies, and you can read about them under the cut.

Phoebe the Owl

Appearance: Tall and powerful woman with tanned olive skin and rich brown hair. Her features are very beautiful and refined, though her physique is that of an Olympic champion. Despite her intensive agility training, Phoebe has a broad figure and a natural disposition to putting on bulk, making her size an intimidating diversion to her actual speed and stealthiness.

Phoebe wears arm and leg-guards of dark patinated bronze, an off-white chiton, a dark brown embroidered chlamys with hood, and several sashes of deep blue fabric for fasteners. She also has many tool-pouches about her harness and carries with her two daggers and a xiphos. For supplemental weapons she has a sheaf of throwing knifes, as well as more exotic items like her rare custom poisons.

Bio: Phoebe was born at sea, near to the island of Ithaka, to a pair of traders. She spent her earliest years on the water or in port, leading a tough but adventurous life, and enjoying much affection from her parents. However around the age of ten tragedy struck when the ship her family was on wrecked on the north coast of the Gulf of Corinth. Phoebe was taken in by a passing patrol of soldiers returning to Attika and placed in the care of an adoptive family in Athens.

From then on Phoebe grew up within a simple military family in the city of Athens, receiving a basic girl’s education and being raised to be a good public servant – as her new parents determined early on she would not be a good candidate for an arranged marriage. However, through the processing of her trauma and remaining adventurous spirit, Phoebe began taking to the streets as an urchin. Her hobbies included eavesdropping, petty theft, and other pastimes of the city’s vagrant youth. She became quite adept, learning many skills through practice or second-hand observation, but she grew stifled by the inequalities and rigor of lawful Athenian life. Taking her leave from the city, Phoebe once again boarded a passing ship, and embraced the life of an itinerant mercenary.

Now, as an adult, she has continued along that path. Her travels about the Mediterranean have made her many friends and enemies, and she has become renowned as the Owl for her perceived wisdom, guile, and proficiency as an assassin. Despite her bulky figure and brusque attitude, Phoebe possesses a sharp tongue and deceptive sneakiness – though even with her bloody line of work, she’s known to be a compassionate soul. Phoebe despises inequality and injustice, and many times has taken contracts out of personal conviction besides simple pay. She met her longtime traveling companions, Eva and Laodice, aboard a pirate ship under the legendary captain Sofia the Gorgon, who acted as a notable mentor to the trio early in their careers.

Evaechme / Eva the She-Wolf

Appearance: Eva is a slender woman with a figure that evokes Artemis herself. Her skin is a rich tan from her long treks beneath the open sky, and her hair is a sun-bleached platinum, long and tied back in many braids in a style favored by huntresses and sailors. She has a missing left eye, and one eye of a blue-green hue like that of the sea, completing her naturalistic appearance.

Preferring light garments of hide, Eva’s outfit is a layered collection of soft leathers, totemic charms, and pelts taken from her many hunts. She prefers comfortable attire that provides protection from the elements but maximum flexibility for climbing, running, and stalking. Her weaponry includes a sabre, a javelin she may also use as a walking stick, and a large bow of olive wood and antler.

Bio: Born on the island of Mykonos to simple farmers, Evaechme always longed for something more in life. Though she did not hate her family, she despised being trapped in her place of birth, and stowed away on a ship to nearby Delos in search of adventure. She found it when, after being arrested by the Delian port authority, she was taken in by a priestess of Artemis. The priestess was sympathetic of Eva’s plight, and offered her a position as one of the Huntresses – military servants to the Cult of Artemis. Eva accepted and was sent on another ship with her new sisters to Brauron in Attika to train. Evaechme swore a vow of celibacy and was inducted into the ways of hunting, survival, and the mysteries of Artemis. However this too in time became dull to her, and to the anger of many of her sisters Eva left on a pirate ship bound for Lesbos some years later and started a new life as a mercenary.

Evaechme is defined by her utter inability to ever be satisfied, and the fact that she is a culmination of all her life experiences. She offers many insights and derives much comfort from various rituals and hobbies she picked up as a peasant, as a Huntress, and as a pirate, but she holds no strong conviction to any one cause. Though a very spiritual and superstitious soul, she never neglects to pursue what she wants, or break from social norms. She is also prone to biting off more than she can chew in search of a challenge, and her initial compulsion to team up with Phoebe and Laodice came from her realizing the value of having trusted allies.

Eva is quite fond of animals and has at various points in her life had pet cats, dogs, raptors and other birds, wolves, and wildcats.

Laodice the Aetos / the Bronze Eagle

Appearance: Laodice is a large and fearsome woman whose figure speaks to the very lineage of Herakles. Her features are strong and androgynous in their hard angles, and her scarred skin is a rich olive, though not so dark as her companions’. Black hair is kept in a somewhat military hairstyle, with the front and top cropped into short curls, while the excess on the sides and back is braided into a “circlet and tail” design.

Referred to on occasion as the Colossus of Amazonia, Loadice’s pride is a set of armor made of modified pieces looted from many opponents, rivaling the ancient skill of Mycenae in its design. The armor, of polished bronze, features a cuirass and armored tassets, along with shin-guards and vambraces. Providing additional armor are two light but solid bronze slab-pauldrons reinforced with leather, bronze torcs acting as rerebraces, and a Corinthian helmet featuring a slight pointed bronze crest and two wing-like plume crests. Beneath, she wears simple garments of thick cloth and leather to provide padding and comfort. Her main weapon is a large maul with a flanged bronze head – the ridges allowing oil-soaked linens or rope to be affixed around the mace and ignited for intimidating and deadly effect.

Bio: Born in Macedon to unknown parentage, Laodice was raised as a mercenary from a very young age by a rough band of travelling warriors. Laodice’s pseudo-father was a northerner who nonetheless claimed to be descended from all manner of mythical heroes and was as quick to violence as he was to laughter. Though far from an ideal childhood, it nonetheless served to mold Laodice into an Amazonian terror to rival any man. She became renowned for her great strength, being called Man-Maiden and The Aetos – the Bronze Eagle of Zeus. Laodice’s life was typical for that of a mercenary from then on, and though far from a pinnacle of refinement, Laodice enjoyed defying other’s expectations of her, going out of her way to try and train her mind to be as notable as her physique. As with those men she was raised under, Laodice’s main hobbies include fighting and drinking, and she is a staunch believer in the power of the gods, holding particular reverence for Athena and Persephone.

Laodice’s major break came during her service under Sofia the Gorgon, where she managed to accrue a wealth of experience, notoriety, and gold. Towards the end of this phase in her life was when she obtained her Colossus Panoply and Hammer of Storms – her impressive armor and bludgeon which she intends to turn into items of legend through her use of them alone. Loadice is the anvil which any enemies struggle to break, leaving themselves tired and distracted for the three-way assault of the Owl, the Wolf, and the Eagle.

[luccislegs]

Hello! Might I be able to get a scenario of Nami with a S/O who has a DF ability to charm/persuade people? They used to do all kinds of jobs overseas for their kingdom, something they were continuously asked to do. They left the kingdom, wandering the seas and became lazy without a purpose- both mentally and in terms of using their powers.

i don’t really know if i filled out the request specifically like you wanted but yk, it happens. i love nami’s hair after the timeskip tbh. also, in case anyone doesn’t want to read it, it is written with a female partner in mind, but the pronouns are only used once. i try really hard to encompass a gender neutral reader, but sometimes i just can’t swing it entirely. it’s also 3k words so avoid if you don’t want to read it all lol

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“Oh, come on,” you said, feeling the familiar feeling of your power flowing through your fingertips. You rested your hand on the pretty shopkeeps arm, watching her cheeks pink as it hit her. “I just need some new clothes and I know you don’t want me wandering around without a jacket, do you?”

She stuttered and seemed just on the verge of giving in when the bell rang above the door. You sighed as the shopkeep snapped out of it, wearing a flustered, confused look. At your elbow, a red-head appeared, with large brown eyes and an expression that was all too familiar. It was the same one you were wearing just a few moments ago.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt,” she said in a falsely sweet voice, and you smirked. She was good, but you were better.

“That’s okay,” you said, stroking your finger down the attendants hand and allowing the charm to flow again. “What were you going to say, sweetie?”

The confused look cleared up, leaving only the pink cheeked fluster behind again. “O-Oh, right. You can have a few things, i-if you really need it. I think that’ll be okay.”

The red-head watched in awe as you smiled sweetly and turned, allowing the essence to linger long enough for you to snag up a dozen different articles of clothing. You had scoped out exactly what you wanted before speaking to the cashier. It wasn’t that you couldn’t use your powers to a more full effect, you just didn’t want to. 

As you were putting the clothing into a bag, the other woman followed you and, in a whisper, asked, “How did you do that?”

You turned to her and grinned as you were double checking on the size of the rather gorgeous jacket that had caused you to enter the store in the first place. Satisfied, you tucked it into the bag before heading back to the counter. Before you could even think to say anything, she was already blushing.

“My friend here forgot her wallet…would it be okay for her to grab a few things. I’m sure she’ll come and pay you back,” you said, covering her hand with yours. You almost felt bad as you watched her eyes glaze over and her head nod. She was likely going to get into trouble for this. Then again, you couldn’t really bring yourself not to. It was too easy and you were far too lazy to actually try and earn your way.

“I-I don’t think…well…alright. Just-Just one thing, though, okay?” she said, her brows furrowing in her attempt to fight against you. Just a little more, and she relaxed again. “Alright, alright. My boss is gonna kill me but…”

“You’re so sweet! Thank you so much,” you said, squeezing her hand once before letting go. You’re sweet smile turned into an amused smirk as you met the pretty woman’s surprised eyes.

“That is a seriously useful trick,” she said and went around gathering up the things that caught her eye. She wasted no time and was back in front of you before you knew it with a large bag stuffed full of whatever looked good. “I’ve got a friend back on the ship who might like some of these too, so I just grabbed stuff. It’s not every day that I get such a great deal.”

The bell above the door rang and, as soon as it shut again,, the poor attendant looked around in utter confusion. “Where did they go?”

Outside, you were watching the woman look around at the other shops in the area, as if she were trying to decide where to go next. 

“Unfortunately,” you said to gather her attention, “I won’t be able to accompany you on your next heist. Of course, you could join me for lunch. I might be able to swing us a free meal. If you’re interested.”

Her eyes lit up at the mention of ‘free food’ and nodded. “I’m Nami, by the way. Thank you for doing that. It was awesome.”

You grinned. You hadn’t even had to use your power on her to get her to agree. A dark feeling welled up inside of you at the thought, the reminder of things you used to have to do with your powers. When you had left the employ of your former king, you swore never to do that again. Which left you feeling pretty pleased with yourself that Nami had agreed to lunch with you.

“Where do you want to go?” you asked, and followed her directions to a rather upscale restaurant a little ways down. You laughed at the choice, and she grinned.

Opening the door, she said, “I like the finer things in life, but I don’t like paying for them. You seem like you might be the same way.”

You nodded in agreement, although that wasn’t entirely the case. You didn’t care so much about how nice things were so much as how easy those nice things were to obtain. The shopkeeper was an easy target, she had been eyeing you the moment you entered the store anyway. The host that greeted you at the door was already turning his nose up at you, which annoyed you.

Taking Nami’s hand in yours, you said, “Two please,” with an obviously false smile.

You could already see in his eyes that he was going to say no, but you were ready for it. Allowing just a little more of your essence to spread to him, his eyes glazed over and he smiled. 

“Right this way, please.”

Once you were seated, Nami immediately started in asking about your powers. You politely explained to her about your Devil Fruit, the Glamour Glamour Fruit, and what it allowed you to do. It actually allowed you to do far more than just get free things, but you had no real inclination to use them, for a variety of reasons, none of which you shared with her. You paused only when the waiter arrived, and immediately pegged him as an easy mark. No doubt he would lose his job over it, but that wasn’t your concern.

“So,” she said once you finished going into detail, “did you use your powers to seduce me?” She said it in a joking tone, but it still sent a tremor through you. More than once, you had done that, and the end results were usually rather messy.

“No, I’m afraid this is all on you,” you said with a laugh, hoping you hid your unease well enough. It wasn’t something you liked to dwell on if you could help it, but somehow she kept bringing up those distant memories. She’s just lucky she’s so pretty, you thought with a fond smile.

The rest of the meal was filled with mundane chatter. You had recognized her in the shop as the Cat Burglar from the Straw Hats, but her name escaped you at the time. She told you some of her adventures with them, and you smiled wistfully. It had been such a long time since you had experienced anything like that and you envied her.

By the time the check rolled around, you were sure you had made a friend for life. She was charming in her own way, hilarious, and not to mention beautiful. You found yourself not wanting to say goodbye as you left the restaurant, leaving the waiter to foot the bill this round.

“Well, I’d better go find my crewmates…” she said, bouncing on the balls of her feet. She looked nervous, and kept meeting your eyes only to look away. 

You weren’t faring much better, wanting to look but nervously avoiding anything longer than a glance. After a few awkward moments of neither of you saying anything, she took a deep breath.

“So, my crew and I are gonna be at the bar over there later tonight. I’d really like it if you’d join us,” she said breathlessly, her cheeks pink. She fidgeted with the back in her hand as she waited for your answer, unable to look at you. She really hoped that you would say yes, because she really wanted to see you again, having had such a great time with you.

You flushed the same as her and grinned. “You just want free drinks,” you teased gently, poking her shoulder.

Nami laughed nervously and shook her head. “No, no, definitely not. I just…you know, had fun today and wanted you to meet the others is all.” She didn’t say it, but she hoped you understood that she wanted to spend more time with you. Fortunately for her, it seemed you did, because you nodded.

“Sure, I’ll be there,” you said and held up your bag of new clothes. “It’ll give me a chance to wear these anyway. I’ll…see you later, I guess.”

“Bye,” she said, walking backwards a little before turning away. You watched for a moment longer as she sashayed away before heading towards the inn you were staying at. You had a few hours to kill and, for the first time in a long time, you decided to actually put some effort into something.

___

When you arrived at the bar, it was already packed, and you had to stand on your tiptoes and hope you caught sight of that fiery red hair. Before you could delve into the crowd in search of them, though, Nami appeared at your elbow. Taking yours into her small, soft one, she pulled you through the bar without a word, to a table that was filled with a half dozen other people. As soon as you sat down, a blond man started fawning over the two of you.

“Nami told me you were gorgeous, but she didn’t tell me how gorgeous,” Sanji blurted out, seemingly without thinking. This earned him a solid punch to the head from a furious Nami, who was blushing hard enough that you could tell where her hair ended and her face began.

When she sat back down next to you, she wouldn’t look at you and the red didn’t fade. With a laugh, you reached out and took her hand, giving it a squeeze. She finally looked to you and smiled, though it seemed if anything she burned brighter. All the while, Sanji was gushing away in the background so hard you were surprised he hadn’t passed out.

Introductions were finally made, and you stood up to get a drink and Nami stood with you. After you ordered, Nami apologized for ‘her friends behavior’.

You waved her off with a laugh and a shrug. “It’s nice, Nami. It’s been a while since I’ve had this much fun. Is Sanji always likes that?” you asked, leaning against the bar. You had already worked your charms on the bartender, so you and the others would be getting free drinks for the rest of the night.

Nami nodded, leaning next to you, close enough that even breathing caused you to brush her arm. Looking over, you smiled. Even without your power, she had managed to charm you fiercely. Even her friends were charming, in their own way. You had heard a lot of stuff about the Straw Hats, but you couldn’t tell what was real and what was fake. It seemed that most of it was lies though, based on how they were acting tonight. Ridiculous, is the word you would use, but you used it fondly.

Nami shuffled next to you, moving closer into your side. You turned to look and found a man in her space, leering unpleasantly.

“How would you ladies like to join me for a drink?” he asked, following her into you. Before he could get much further, you pulled her away, placing her on your other side.

“Excuse me, would you mind leaving my date alone?” you asked, planting yourself firmly in his path. You could feel Nami’s hand curled around your arm, squeezing gently as she watched you. 

The man turned his focus to you, the nasty smile not dropping from his face. “You don’t have to be jealous, beautiful. I said ladies.”

You grimaced and sighed. Typical, you couldn’t have a peaceful night without someone trying to ruin it. You reached out and grabbed the man’s shoulder, watching a glaze wash over his face. His eyes were unsteady but focused on you. “You want to leave us alone, don’t you? You don’t want to ruin our night, that would be rude, wouldn’t it?”

The man was nodding along with your words absentmindedly and, when you released his shoulder, tottered off like he was drunk. You watched him go with a frown, an unpleasant feeling lingering after using that particular power, but you brushed it off. The situation had been resolved without violence, which is all you were after. Turning to Nami, you met her awe struck stare.

“You weren’t joking. You really can just manipulate people like that, huh?” she asked, letting go of your shirt. She leaned around you and watched the man leave the bar and start, looking around in confusion. But he continued to walk without looking back, until he rounded a corner and disappeared.

You nodded and smiled, but you could tell by the look on her face that it wasn’t convincing. To your relief and gratitude though, she didn’t ask. Instead she snagged up one of the drinks that had been placed on the countertop and took your hand in her free one, waiting for you to gather up the remaining mug before tugging you through the crowd. As soon as you were seated at the table, Nami dropped a bomb on you.

“I want you to join our crew,” she said to everyone, but her eyes were mostly on you. The others wore looks of surprise at varying stages, and turned to look at Luffy, who was wearing the most peculiar expression.

“Sure. I like _____. She can join, if you really want, Nami,” he said after a moment. The expression cleared up into a huge grin and that seemed to settle the matter for them.

Nami turned to you, putting on her best puppy dog expression, jutting her lower lip out. “Will you please join, _____? It would mean a lot to me,” she said, squeezing the hand she still held.

You laughed, a full laugh that rang out over the din of the bar and wrapped your arms around her. “Yeah, sure, Nami. I’d love to.”

[riverboundao3ff]

Riverbound, Chapter 14

You are THE GUARDIAN, and you have been crawling around in destroyed hives for hours. There’s only so much you can do, but you have to do something to help these trolls or you’re going to spontaneously combust and die. So far, you’ve pulled out ten teenagers and three younger kids, all alive and mostly uninjured, as well as their lusii. It’s a good start, but it’s not nearly enough for you to want to take a break just yet. Of course you’re exhausted, but you can’t bring yourself to stop, because if you do you’re going to have to look at the utter devastation that’s happened to this neighborhood, to these people.

You’re so fucking angry. It eats you alive from the inside and burns at your skin like acid. The feeling hurts, because you’re not an angry person, you’re just not.

And where the frick is Marsti’s hive?

From your vantage point on top of some poor kid’s destroyed home, you can see everything for like, half a mile, but you can’t point out any distinguishing features in the landscape. Her place was by a hill, right? Yeah, you had to climb up a hill to get to the siren…

“God, this sucks,” you mutter to nobody in particular, not even to God, because you’re not religious and you’re the only person around for what feels like lightyears.

It takes a good ten minutes to climb down from the wreckage, and another thirty to decide on a random direction and leave that part of Outglut behind. You investigate a few more hives along the way, but you don’t find anybody else. Whether that’s good or bad isn’t clear.

Just as you decide to just try and zap over to Marsti’s place you trip over something and eat shit on the pavement.

“Watch it!” a low voice hisses, only to inhale sharply once you push yourself to your knees and turn around.

Folkyl’s blind gaze stares directly into your own, even though you know she can’t see you. Her lips are parted and she’s drawing in air through her teeth to smell, like cats do, except cats don’t usually tell you to watch yourself when you trip on them.

“Sorry, dude. Long time no sniff,” you joke.

“What the… is that you, normie?” she demands, disbelief lacing her words. “Am I fucking… no way! We thought your alien ass got culled!”

“I lived, bitch,” you laugh, reaching over to pat her shoulder. “Got kidnapped, went on some adventures, found my way back here. How have you been?”

“It’s been shit,” she tells you bluntly, but there’s no frustration behind it. She’s been alive too long to care, you suppose. It’s something you’ve always respected her for. Sure, she calls you a “normie” and makes fun of the way you smell (seriously, though, what is up with trolls and commenting on your scent?) but you know it’s all in good fun.

You look around at the ruined neighborhood. “Yeah. Why the hell are you even here?”

“Kuprum wanted to come and loot off dead people. My matesprit wants to meet up so she can fuss over me and give me food.”

“Oh, I didn’t know you have a matesprit,” you say, plopping your rear end on the sidewalk. Might as well take a breather while you’re already down. You also decide to ignore the fact Kuprum likes to steal from the dead, even though you know it’s not your place to judge.

“Marsti. You know her,” Folkyl scoffs.

Relief surges through you like a tidal wave. “She’s alive?”

The goldblood hacks out a laugh and slaps her knee. “Are you kidding? It’d take a lot more than some regular-ass drone raid to kill that woman. And her lusus.”

“Good.” Whew, you feel a lot better now.

“Sap. Don’t go making any moves on my girl, or you’re done for.”

“Hey, I might be a slut by trolls standards but I’m no hivewrecker,” you snort. Marsti’s gorgeous, the whole of Thrashthrust probably knows that, but she isn’t your type.

A shout echoes from up the street, and you both turn to see the girl in question, Catmom, and Kuprum making their way over to you. Catmom is wearing a kitty harness with a little backpack on it, which is so frickin’ cute you think you might cry.

Kuprum stops dead in his tracks when you make eye contact with him, stares, and then a huge grin splits his face as he runs the rest of the way over to punch you in the shoulder.

“Ow! Fucker!” You kick him in the butt, but you’re just as glad to see his greasy self alive and well. There’s a new scar across his left cheek and he’s a little taller than when you last saw him, but it’s good to know he’s the same old asshole.

“Fucking incredible. Everybody thinks you’re dead for half a sweep and then you show up to sit around in the dirt with my moirail? Strange flex, but alright.” Kuprum pulls some candy bars out of his backpack and tosses you one, which you gratefully accept.

Marsti huffs as she sits down next to Folkyl. “That’s nothing. When I first saw them again they had climbed the siren pole behind my hive to prematurely set it off.”

“Why?”

“Give everybody a head start in getting somewhere safe.”

Kuprum looks impressed. “That’s illegal. Hell yeah.”

“Thanks!” You give him a thumbs-up as you munch on your candy bar.

You would have liked nothing more than to sit around and catch up with your friends, but before you can ask everybody what they’ve been up to Marsti stiffens with a growl, pointed ears swiveling forward to catch some noise you can’t pick up. Folkyl and Kuprum scuttle back into the shelter of the nearest burnt-down hive.

Fate comes to kick you in the ass as a familiar figure swoops down from the sky on a hoverboard. It’s Mallek, and he does not look like a happy camper.

“Dude! What’s up?” you yell.

“We’ve got a problem, that’s what’s up!”

You jump to your feet and rush over to him, ignoring Marsti’s hiss of concern. Mallek lands in the middle of the street, running a hand through his hair and glancing around as if worrying about being followed. He looks like he hasn’t slept at all, which worries you tremendously, because if you know anything at all about Mallek Adalov it’s that he loves to sleep.

By the time you reach him he’s already going off. “I thought I’d give it some time, because I didn’t want to give any nearby drones something to track-- texting him, I mean, and he’s already probably on a cull list somewhere, I just… I dunno! But it’s been all night, and I--”

“Mallek. My man. Take a deep breath,” you instruct. What the hell could possibly be so bad that Mallek is panicking? Mallek never panics.

Mallek obeys and takes a deep breath, holding it for a couple of seconds before letting it go. “Diemen was in this neighborhood when it got bombed.”

Every drop of blood in your body turns to ice. Oh.

“He texted me afterwards saying that he made it out okay, but he had a kid with him with a broken leg or something. I’m like ‘Yeah, of course, come over’, and I wait, and-and he just never shows up,” Mallek breaths. He sucks in some more air before continuing. “I’ve been searching all of Outglut since the sun went down.”

“You can’t track his palmhusk?”

“No. I only know his last location before it disappeared. It was probably destroyed.”

“Fuck.” You stare up at the stars. “Fuck. Okay. Let’s go back there, see what we can find.”

A yell interrupts your conversation. “Yo, alien! This guy bothering you?”

You turn to yell back to Kuprum, who’s all puffed up like an angry chicken despite being a skinny lowblooded dude. You love your friends so much. “Nah, man, this is Mallek! He’s great, when we met he thought I was a robot!”

Folkyl cackles in amusement, and even Marsti cracks a smile.

“It was only for a little bit,” Mallek complains, almost to himself, before looking down at you with those big blue eyes that have no business being so adorable. “You coming?”

“You bet.” You hold up a finger and race back over to the goldbloods and Marsti.

“Ditching us for the highblood, huh?” Folkyl sniggers.

You make a face. “Sorry, guys. A friend of mine and Mallek’s went missing after the drone raid, and well… we gotta go find him. Keep an eye out for a short rustblood boy with an oblong meat product obsession for me, will you?”

Kuprum suddenly looks way more interested. “Oh, damn, the hiveless guy? Yeah, sure. He’s alright. For a total loser, that is.”

“We know Diemen. There was this psionic orgy at a party, and I asked if he wanted in, but he was too busy with this bronzeblood--” Folkyl begins, but you just groan and stomp away to join Mallek, her taunting laughter ringing through the streets.

Unfortunately, Mallek’s smirking as well. “I like your friends.”

“I’m glad one of us does. Fly or teleport?”

“Fly. For old times sake.”

Everything is kind of shitty at the moment, but you can’t help but smile as you hop up on the hoverboard with him and wrap your arms around his waist. Mallek kicks the hoverboard into gear and you hang on for dear life as the two of you shoot off. It’s a damn good thing you guys have done this like a million times already, because even though it’s been a while you remember how to lean with him as he flies around hives, and then buildings.

You whoop as Mallek corkscrews around a skyscraper. Below the hoverboard, the ground is so far away scuttlebuggies are no bigger than ants. The wind is whipping your hair around everywhere-- man, you need a haircut-- and you’re fucking freezing because all you’re wearing is the hoodie Mallek gave you once, jeans , and a pair of combat boots that Elwurd grew out of a long time ago, but you can’t stop laughing. Mallek grins back at you over his shoulder, goofy as all hell before joining in. Everything feels like it’s going to be okay.

Hang on, Diemen. We’re on our way.

:::

Of course, Diemen’s last known location is a super-creepy back alley. The buildings on either side are so tall no moonlight can get in, because why not, with a dash of the smell of something that smelled faintly of roadkill to complete the ambiance. You almost run into a dumpster one or two times as Mallek leads the way due to your weak-ass eyesight.

“If we die, I call haunting that pile of garbage over there.” You point to a small lump of stuff on the ground.

“Yeah... that’s a dead body.”

For crying out loud. “Ah.”

“They get first dibs around here, I think.”

You sock him in the bicep as he snickers. “Ass.”

“Shoulders, knees, and toes, knees and toes--”

Mallek’s palmhusk beeps. You peer around him to see a flashing red dot on the screen, marked by a green grid thing of where you guys currently are.

“This where Diemen vanished off the face of the planet.” He stuffs the palmhusk into his pocket and looks around. “No signs of a struggle. No blood. I can’t smell anything.”

“I take that to mean that dead body back there…”

“Definitely not.”

“Good.”

“Anything noteworthy from an alien’s perspective?”

You groan in frustration. “Humans are diurnal, dude. We’re supposed to be awake during the day and we sleep at night when it’s dark. I can’t see shit.”

“Okay, okay.”

Mallek emerges from the other end of the alley, with you right behind him. The temperature is dropping off quick, making you huddle against the ceruleanblood for warmth even though he’s far colder than you are. You’re pretty sure this is the tail end of what passes for winter on Alternia despite the lack of snow on the ground.

Out of the corner of your eye, something glints in the moonlight, and you turn to see a security camera aimed at the street you guys are on.

You can’t believe your luck. “Mallek, look!”

He follows your pointer finger to the camera and grins ear-to-ear. “Oh, hell yes.”

Mallek whips out his phone again and taps in the address of the building on your left while you do a little victory jig. The both of you are still in the shadows, so you’re not too worried about your presence being noted just yet.

After that you guys race over to his apartment, and you’re high on adrenaline and optimism. Mallek locks the door behind you once you’re inside, so you take the lead and race up to his respiteblock/workspace/gaming area, with him hard on your heels.

“Alright, so first we put in the address…” He parkours his way over a mountain of random shit and into his desk chair. “... get into the security system, find the tapes, organize the data by date, strip the footage…”

He keeps rambling on excitedly about hacker stuff that you don’t know anything about, but you’re just as hype as he is for the breakthrough. You watch, impressed, as he expertly navigates his way through a series of screens, each with more tabs than you have fingers, and puts in so many passcodes with so many numbers your head hurts just looking at it. It must be really nice, having more than one brain cell.

He’s through in fifteen minutes.

“Mallek. Buddy. You gotta say it,” you beg him.

“Say what?”

“... You know.”

“... No.”

“Please?”

Mallek stares up at you and sighs. “Fine. Hacker voice: I’m in.”

“Yes!”

It’s a few more moments before he finds the footage and begins to sort through everything. None of it makes any sense to you.

Before long you get antsy and start looking around for something to do while Mallek does his big boy work. “Hey, where’s Snakedad? I didn’t get the chance to say hi last time.”

Mallek goes strangely silent. Then, he turns to you, not looking you in the eyes. All of his previous enthusiasm drains right out of him.

“Mallek?” you ask, concerned. “Is something wrong?”

He exhales tiredly and finally looks up at you. “My lusus… he was already ancient when he picked me out of the caverns. He… he died a few perigees ago. Nothing I could do, he was just really old.”

You feel like you’ve been sucker punched. “Oh, God, Mallek--”

“But it’s fine! Lots of kids don’t get as lucky as me. Some lusii die of awful stuff like, like tumors, or they get murdered, so… I’m lucky. I even got to be there when he went.”

It’s definitely not fine, you can tell just by looking at his face, but you don’t tell him that. Instead you just make your way over to him and wrap your arms around him. He stiffens for a second, and you immediately lean back so you can give him space, only for him to pull you tightly against him like he’s lost at sea and you’re a piece of driftwood. He doesn’t cry or anything, just tremble slightly as you comb your fingers through his hair.

When’s the last time he’s been held like this, if at all? When’s the last time somebody expressed that they care about him?

In a society that idolizes tearing down the vulnerable, what’s to keep a kid from isolation once he loses everything?

“You’re really warm,” Mallek mumbles into your chest.

You smile, leaning down to knock your foreheads together. “You’re really cold.”

“Thanks. For being here, I mean.”

You know what he means. The words send little prickles of sunshine into your heart, lighting you up from the inside out.

Oh, hey, those blue eyes are really, really close.

For a second, you wait for him to make the next move, to do something, anything, but then you see something on the screen that freezes you in place.

It’s Diemen, supporting a little rustblood girl with a leg that’s bent in the wrong place. He’s talking to an indigoblood riding some Alternian version of an electric scooter. And maybe the indigoblood is wearing a bulky black jacket and a helmet that obscures most of his lean figure, but you’d recognize that greasy ponytail anywhere.

Everything clicks into place.

“Aw, fuck me.”

[mariekavanagh]

At four months old, and now that he’s finally grown big enough to fit into the harness properly, today I took Fenrir on his first outside adventure today. He did super well. A bit nervous at first, but he walked super well on the lead and enjoyed sniffing all the trees, and even attempting to climb one of them.

I’m a huge advocate for cats being lead-trained as a safe alternative to free-roaming for their exercise and enrichment needs. Owners are often put off by the idea, saying it seems unnatural or even unfair. In my opinion, what is far more unfair is leaving them at risk of fights with other cats or dogs, poisonings from items scavenged from the streets, or the risk of being injured or killed by vehicles.

I have had to call far too many cat owners at work to inform them their healthy, much-loved one-year-old cat has been brought into our clinic, dead, to think that I was going to risk that fate for my own cats. 

The key to lead-training cats is to start early. Harness and lead-training cats requires time and a lot of patience. I’ve heard many people insist that their cat hates wearing a lead and harness, and after probing, it often comes out that they attempted to walk them fully the vet first time they put it on them, which is just not going to happen, especially in an older adult. 

I first began putting the harness on Fenrir, without the lead attached, when he was tiny, starting at just a couple of minutes and slowly building it up and so he is more than comfortable with it on for extended periods. 

We then moved on to lead-training, with me having him on the lead just while sat on the sofa or at my desk, allowing him to get used to the concept of his movement being restricted. Again, just for a couple of minutes at first, then slowly building it up. 

I always end each session in the harness and lead, with all three of my cats, with a treat immediately after it has been removed. This emphasises the experience as being a positive one, and my two adult cats often walk straight to the treat cupboard when we arrive home from a walk, as they know what comes next. 

Now that we’ve reached a point where he is big enough to not be able to slip out of the harness, and he is fully vaccinated, today was the day for his first outside experience. We took it super slow, allowing him to venture out of the front door at his own speed, without pulling the lead, and we slowly walked round the quiet streets, stopping every few moments to give him a pet and verbal reassurance that I was still there with him. When cars approached, I picked him up until it had passed (cats feel especially safe at height). 

The whole walk lasted only about ten minutes, as its important not to overwhelm first-timers with the new experience. 

If considering lead-training your own cats, my main advice would be to take it very slowly at first, particularly with older cats who may not adapt as quickly as kittens, with lots of emphasis on praise and rewards. I also do not reccomend walking cats on busy streets. I occasionally take mine to the park in summer, carrying them in their cat carrier until we get there and choosing quiet times where we are unlikely to run into too many people or dogs. 

I would also highly recommend ensuring your cat is microchipped and wearing a collar with ID tag when out on walks, just in case.  

Let 2020 be the year cats get to enjoy the outdoors safely :)