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Flufftober Day 31 | Spiked candy

Pairing | Iron Man!Tony Stark x Avenger!Female!Reader

Word count | 2.1K

Summary | You've had a crush on Tony for as long as you can remember, but you didn't know he also has one on you. During his annual Halloween party, he makes a move using a project he's been working on for a long time, and they have precisely the desired effect because you couldn't be happier the morning after. Your dream of being his might finally come true after all.

Warning(s) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Swearing, costume party, use of pet name (Kitten), aphrodisiac candies, mutual pining, friends/coworkers to lovers, smut (Daddy kink, dirty talk, oral - M receiving, light choking, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), squirting, implied aftercare), a boatload of fluff.

Prompt | 31. Dreams do come true | @flufftober Prompt | Tony only buys the good stuff when it comes to Halloween candy. But be careful. There's a reason there are no kids at this party. Some of the candies are a pretty potent aphrodisiac | @jtargaryen18

A/n | This one-shot is written for Jamie's Halloween Challenge 2023. As always, I want to thank @ccbsrmsf1 for enjoying this with me and proofreading it as well! I had an absolute blast writing this one, and I hope you will all enjoy it as much as I did when writing 🖤

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 🧡

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Main Masterlist | Tony Stark Masterlist | Flufftober Masterlist

Your costume idea may have been basic, but your result is far from that. The tight black dress, thigh-high heels, slicked-back hair, cat ears, and smokey makeup give you a sexy, sultry look you hope will impress one man. Anthony Edward Stark.

The entire day you've spent getting ready, from doing your hair and makeup to having every single hair on your body waxed that doesn't belong there. You're smooth as a baby's butt, and you've never looked better.

Looking this good also means you feel just about as good, and confidence is dripping off every inch of your body as you enter the party. Each year, Tony throws a Halloween party even more extravagant than the last, but you don't look at any of it.

There's only one thought in your mind: ''What will Tony think of my costume?'' it's a good thing you don't have to wait long before you have your answer.

''Fuckin' hell, Kitten, don't you look like a million bucks tonight?'' Tony says, and his hand finds its way to the small of your back as he leans in to whisper these words in your ear.

Heat creeps up your chest and neck, all the way to the tips of your ears because you've had a crush on him since before you had even become an Avenger. But honestly, who wouldn't when they were in the presence of someone as amazing as Iron Man?

However, what you did not know - or were too in love to see - is that he had a crush on you as well. He's been flirting with you ever since laying eyes on you. And tonight, he plans to make it abundantly clear how he feels about you.

''You don't look bad yourself, either,'' you say as you look Tony up and down. He's wearing a tailored pin-striped suit with no shirt, the jacket hanging open to reveal every last ridge of his muscle. Around his neck is a bow tie identical to the one of Jack Skellington, and the white hair and makeup finish off the entire look.

You turn towards him and lay your hand on his abdomen, scratching softly down to the edge of his pants with your Halloween-themed nails. When you hear Tony's breath hitch, you know you've achieved your goal and flashed a mischievous smile up to him.

''Don't tempt me, Kitten,'' he growls lowly, the dark brown of his eyes almost disappearing as his pupils grow wide in arousal.

''I'm sorry, Daddy,'' you say before tapping his chest once and turning around to head to the bar, and you're using the fact that it is busy to your advantage. You're immediately swallowed into the crowd, and before Tony can even reach out to you, you're out of his sight.

''Shit,'' he mutters to himself.

You have found your way to the bar in the meantime, and that's where you find both Bucky and Steve, just like every other party. Bucky's not a socialite, and Steve is nice enough to stay with his best friend.

Bucky whistles as you walk over. ''Someone must have left a cage open because there's a wild animal at this party.''

''Lookin' amazing tonight,'' Steve adds, and it's only then that you realize they're dressed up as one another. Steve is wearing Bucky's tactical gear, complete with a fake metal arm made for him, and Bucky is wearing Steve's Captain America suit, complete with the shield on his back.

''You two look amazing as well,'' you say with a big smile before ordering a cocktail. The two of them are some of your best friends, and they have been rooting for you and Tony since day one.

''Is there any chance you dressed like this for a certain someone?'' Steve inquires, and Bucky looks at you with a quirked brow.

The blush across your cheeks tells them everything you need to know, though they drop it for now, instead pulling you into the conversation they had earlier.

In the meantime, Tony is setting up a little plan that he has been working on for a while. He has made some candy for tonight, but this isn't just regular candy. Oh, no. These contain a potent aphrodisiac.

Now, Tony has to wait until you're feeling snack-ish - which you usually do at these parties - and make your way to the candy table. Luck must be on his side today because it doesn't take long for you to check out the selection.

Your eyes glide past every card by the bowls, and you chuckle at their puns. When you arrive at the last bowl, you suddenly feel a pair of eyes on you, and that's when you turn around.

''Care for a candy, Kitten?'' Tony asks, handing you one from the last bowl he just set up, and you gladly take it, unwrapping it quickly before popping it in your mouth.

It didn't take long for the effect to find its way into your system, and before it could hit you full force, Tony had already herded you to a nearby conference room.

That's where you find yourself on your knees on the floor, his thick, veiny cock filling your throat, blocking every single noise that even threatens to leave.

''Jesus, look at how good you're taking me, Kitten; I can feel myself in that tight little throat of yours,'' he says as his large fingers wrap around your throat and squeeze the sides to restrict your airflow just enough to have you feeling a little lightheaded.

The groans leaving his chest are out of this world, and they only spur you on to take him entirely. Just a few more inches, and you are taking him, but he doesn't let you get that far.

''Oh, fuck Kitten, I won't last if you do that,'' he says before pulling you off, your tongue still lapping at his tip despite not having him in your mouth anymore.

You're panting uncontrollably, but you're also turned on beyond belief, and you can't wait to feel him inside you, where you need him more than anything.

''Daddy, please! Want you to fuck me until I can't walk,'' you say with an innocent look in your eyes, though your face isn't that innocent anymore.

Makeup has run entirely, your hair is a big mess, and your neck and chest are covered in bruises and lovebites from Tony. How your outfit is still intact is beyond you, but that won't last long.

''Yeah? Is that what my Kitten wants? To be fucked by her Daddy? You've been a good girl for me, haven't you, sucking my soul out through my dick,'' he says as he helps you to bend over the table, your chest and cheek pressed firmly against the wood.

''Y-yeah, 'm Daddy's good girl,'' you say with a whine, and before you know it, your sad excuse of a thong has been ripped from your body, and Tony is shoving himself inside of you in a single thrust.

There's not a single thought in your mind other than ''Daddy!'' and you can't help but want to hold onto something to ground yourself, but most of all, you want to grab Tony.

Anywhere you can, you want to grab him, scratch him, anything to ground yourself. His fast-paced thrusts are sending you over the edge in no time, and your pussy squeezes him like a vice.

With a loud shout of his name, you squirt all over him, and you don't know when his fingers found your clit, but you're delighted that they did.

You're at the point where your brain has turned into complete mush, and you can't think, let alone talk, so all that's leaving your mouth are whines and broken moans.

He keeps thrusting despite you becoming oversensitive quickly, and it's almost too much, but somehow you manage to hold on long enough for him to cum inside you and collapse on top of you.

''Wow, Kitten, now I know what I've been missing out on all this time, huh? But you know what they say, dreams do come true for those who want it badly enough,'' he chuckles.

He cleans you up, and after that, you two head back to his apartment in the Compound, only a few floors above the party. Tony has carried your bridal style, your head propped against his shoulder while you fell asleep.

''Get some rest, Kitten, we'll talk tomorrow,'' he says with a few kisses on your forehead. He removed your makeup and remaining clothing, instead pulling a pair of his boxer briefs and oversized shirts onto your body.

The combination of the candy and Tony treating you like that in the conference room has left you tired beyond words, and you don't even notice him climbing into the bed with you after removing all of his makeup in the shower.

The following day, you wake up with a big yawn and a stretch. Tony's strong arms are wrapped around you as he pulls you against his chest, and you feel very content in his hold.

''Mornin' Princess,'' Tony says in a deep, gravelly voice that warms your insides. When you're about to turn around, you suddenly feel a soreness between your legs, and that's when you remember what happened last night.

''Good morning, Tony,'' you say as you turn over and look into his deep brown eyes. A small smile appears on your lips, and you place a soft peck on his lips, which he happily reciprocates.

''Thank you for last night,'' you whisper before burying your face into his neck, and he chuckles softly.

''You're welcome, Princess; I'm thrilled we finally ended up here together,'' he says, and you hum contently. You don't want to leave his arms, but once your belly starts rumbling, you know you don't have a choice.

''C'mon, let's get some breakfast, and after, we'll talk, okay?'' he says, and you agree before wiggling out of his grasp after a few more kisses.

Tony pulls on a pair of sweats before you walk to the communal kitchen, where, much to your surprise, no one is.

''How about some pancakes?'' you say, and Tony agrees, so you get the batter ready while Tony sets up the pan to make them. Once you're both ready, he grabs your hand and pulls you towards him, letting you step in front of the stove and standing behind you to bake them.

Even with you standing there, he can prepare them perfectly, and you can't stop yourself from smiling constantly. You don't notice the rest of the Avengers slowly trickling into the kitchen, but they all give each other knowing looks as they see the two of you.

''Morning, you two,'' Bucky says as he walks in, and that's when your head snaps towards him, and you finally see all the other Avengers in the kitchen, looking at the both of you.

A deep red color from the tops of your cheeks down to your chest appears, but all Bucky does is wink, and you give him a huge smile. Tony places a soft kiss on the top of your head before flipping more pancakes.

It doesn't bother Tony in the slightest, and you let yourself melt into his embrace while you wait for the last pancakes to be cooked.

''Let's have our breakfast in my apartment, okay?'' he whispers, and you nod before plopping a few pancakes on your plate with extra syrup and waving to the Avengers before you retreat to his apartment.

As soon as you find yourself on his couch, Tony has sat down next to you, and you're enjoying his delicious pancakes. He decides to break the silence first by addressing what's going on between the two of you.

''So, what do you think, Princess? Was this just a one-time thing, or did you have something else in mind?'' he asks carefully, and your eyes shoot up to his.

''Oh, Tony! This was more than just a one-and-done for me! I can't tell you how long I've loved you. Well, first it was just Iron Man, but when I got to know the man behind the suit, that's when you stole my heart, and to this day, you still have it,'' you say with a shy smile.

You feel a little stupid for saying you've had a crush on him forever, but he doesn't judge. At the very least, it's an ego boost for him, though he doesn't say that.

''It wasn't a 'one-and-done' for me either-'' he says in air quotes, ''I'd love to give us a chance at a relationship because I want to show you how much I love you, Princess. Treat you the way you deserve to be treated,'' he says.

And with those words, it's official. You're in a relationship with the one and only Iron Man, and you couldn't be happier. Dreams do come true for those who believe in them, after all.

[muffinsin]

♝ About Me ♜

For all who showed interest and asked for a post like this :)!🙌

「 ✦ About Me ✦ 」

Hey, everyone ;)!🤟 What can I say about me, lol? I’m a 20-yo european woman who likes to write, game, and occasionally hang out with friends. I’m liking my job and have moving in with my girlfriend set as my current goal. Will I keep this updated? Honestly..probably not, I’ll likely forget about it, so don’t be alarmed if things aren’t up to date. Hey, maybe my girl and I are living together by the time I’m 22. Sounds like a plan. Maybe I’m 22 as you’re reading this though, due to my lack of tending to this post lol. Anyway, have a nice time on my blog! As of now I post Resident Evil HCs, snippets and Oneshots, focusing on House Dimitrescu and especially the three sisters

𓇼𓆉 What I like 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡

Gaming

Resident Evil Franchise

Silent Hill Franchise

Baldur’s Gate 3

Dead by Daylight

The Elder Scrolls: Skyrim, online

Far Cry 5

Subnautica

Story based games

(Detroit, the last of us; supermassive games-games, etc)

Horror/Survival Games

(the evil within, days gone, outlast, etc)

My gf (obv.)

I’m very happy to spend my time (and future! ;) ) with my favourite girl in the world.

Bonus points; she likes gaming with me

My work

I currently work part time in the HR department. In the future I’ll swap to working full time and am on my way to studying for a degree

Writing

On here, of course :) I love the interaction tumblr allows me with my followers, moots, etc!

Ao3

HCs

Oneshots

Reading

Fantasy books

Social studies and psychology books

Romance books

Wlw books

My current favorite. book series combines nearly all of this ;)!

Harry Potter books (fuck J.K.), I will forever love the books and movies though

↠ *ੈ✩‧What I’m like *ੈੈ✩‧₊˚

Persistent

Strong

Sleep deprived on the main

Curious

I’m the eldest sibling

Playful & teasing at times

Not quick to get attached//quick to get unattached

Honest

Bold at times

Considered rather tall

Passionate

Creative

Hard working

Patient & impatient at the same time

I value my friends and am quick to step up for them

I can’t settle on a favorite animal, but if you asked me, my answer would probably often vary between “cats”, “sharks”, “lions”, and “lizards”

I am a lizard and cat owner

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ …My favorite ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

Colour

Depends on my mood

Resident Evil-game

Probably re4 (original or remake), then re7. Though my favorite characters (obviously-) come from re8 and re3 :)

Animal

Many, though I like myself a wolf a lot ;)!

Dimitrescu sister

None :)! I like them all. Who I write for depends on my mood on most days

Lord from re8

Alcina, Donna, Heisenberg, Moreau

Food

Greek food😚

Some of my favourite songs as of now

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[cellspex]

10 Major Changes Fans Miss in Live One Piece

10. Sanji's Curly Eyebrow

Adapting animation is always a challenge given how much animation, especially One Piece, isn't restrained by the rules of reality. While Sanji's curly brow is hardly the most drastic visual change, not only was it his most unique identifying trait, but it would serve as the source of mockery in the frequent squabbles between Sanji and Zoro. Sanji did taunt Zoro with the iconic "Moss Head" in the series, but without his curly eyebrow, Zoro now provokes him by calling him a waiter, which Sanji has stated he never wants to be. (honestly I like this a little better)

9. Shoo Shoo the Dog

There’s a number of changes made to the Straw Hats fight with Buggy the clown, from shifting the location to a circus tent as opposed to running around the town, and we don’t have the impressive physical feat of Zoro carrying Luffy in a heavy cinder block cage while severely injured. But if there's one thing about One Piece that newcomers to the series won’t see coming, its that it has surprisingly devastating backstories, and that isn't limited to its main crew. During the fight they come across a dog named Chou Chou who doesn't move from the stoop of his owner’s pet food store as his owner has passed and he continues to guard it. The dog doesn’t even back down when the pirates pet lion wants to invade the store and gets viciously attacked defending the store in the process. His story greatly touches Luffy who delivered a massive beatdown to the lion. At least the lion was mentioned in passing. 

8. Jango

In Syrup Village, it might have been terrifying enough to fight the Freddy Kruger-esque Kuro as he stalked our crew around Kaya's mansion, but in the original story they had to fight against A LOT more opponents. Not only did Kuro have an entire crew of black cat pirates that the entire crew fought on the beach rather than the house, he had a partner named Jango, the vibrantly-dressed moonwalker who was Kuro’s first mate and technically took over the black cat pirates when Kuro wanted to retire. In fact it leaves a gap in the Netflix show as Jango has the power of hypnotism and used those power to make Axe-Hand Morgan believe Kuro was dead. While Kuro was fighting Luffy and the others, Jango went after Kaya with the goal of getting her to sign over her inheritance to Kuro before he kills her. There is a wanted poster of him on the pirate board in Episode 1. 

7. Sanji shows up a Snooty Customer

Sanji is introduced to the audience through a smooth but badass confrontation. A rich customer orders a fancy wine and describes to his date all the subtleties and flavors the wine, only for Sanji to reveal he switched the wines just to show his date he was a fraud. In retaliation the customer fakes there's something wrong with the soup, and when that doesn't get a rise he smashed the table and all the food on it. This brings out Sanji's berserker side as he breaks the table with his foot telling him to not waste food. This is given context later when he see how as a child, he nearly starved to death when the ship he was working on was shipwrecked. 

Sanji also is much more smitten with Nami as he is stunned and then drawn to her from across the room. In contrast to the Netflix series, Nami flirts back in hopes of getting Sanji to give her free food. 

6. Don Krieg attacks the Baratie

We do see Don Krieg briefly as he gets his fleet gets decimated by Mihawk. However in the manga he had a much bigger role. His crew member Gin that Sanji feeds at the Baratie is only the first one to arrive. Soon after, Don Krieg and the rest of his crew arrive, and they are all close to death due to starvation. Despite warnings Sanji feeds all of them, and after they've all regained their strength, Don Krieg declares he’s taking over the Baratie to take to the Grand Line, and there’s a long battle between his crew and Luffy and Sanji, This is separate from Zoro’s battle with Mihawk, who came to the Baratie to pursue Krieg, not Luffy. 

5. Genzo’s Pinwheel

Technically, the sheriff of Cocoyashi village does have a pinwheel attached to his hat if you freeze frame, but for the purposes of the story it might as well be gone. When Bellemere first adopted Nami and Nojiko, Nami cried when she saw Genzo’s scary face, so he attached a pinwheel to his cap to make her laugh. He still wears it to this day. As the closest person to a father that Nami has, when she replaces the Arlong Pirate tattoo on her arm, the design she picks is inspired by a tangerine for her mother and a pinwheel for Genzo.

4. Hachi the Octopus Fishman

Hachi was one of Arlong’s fishman pirates, but in contrast to other his sinister minions, Hachi was an oblivious and endearing space case, who was ‘accidently’ tricked by Zoro into letting him go. This does not change much in the current story, however Hachi would be a recurring character later and even play a role in one of the biggest upsets of the series. 

4. Zoro calls Nami’s bluff

After getting separated from the others and still wounded from his fight with Mihawk, Zoro is captured by the Arlong pirates. In contrast with the Netflix series where he insists Nami is a lost cause, in the manga Zoro is certain Nami is putting up a front. To prove it, he pushes himself into a nearby pool, and since he is tied up he can’t swim to save himself. Nami quickly dives in to save him, but punches him multiple times and imprisons him to keep up her act. Only a little time later, she unlocks his cell and tells him to get out. 

2. Nami “Killing” Usopp

After saving Zoro puts her under suspicion, Arlong demands Nami show her loyalty to him by killing Usopp who wandered into his camp. Usopp protests she wouldn't do this, but Nami takes a knife and appears to stab Usopp in the stomach and drops him in the ocean. However it was merely a prop knife and berries to simulate blood, so Usopp is able to swim away and tell the others that Nami's betrayal is all an act. 

1. The 4 Straw Hats March to Arlong Park

This is a quick moment that is ALMOST shown, we have the asymmetric shot of all 4 waiting for the call, but it is cut off before they all come together by an attack on Cocoyashi village. The image of the four other Straw Hats walking side by side up the road to Arlong to kick his ass is one of the most iconic shots of the entire first half of One Piece. It is the moment the group of them truly feel like unified crew with a common goal rather than a bunch of individuals that merely followed Luffy onto a boat.

[dreamingangelwolf]

if you get this, answer with three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs! anon or not, doesn’t matter, let’s get to know the person behind the blog <3 💜💜

Okay, here goes…!

1. I play the piano - have done since I was… six? Seven? Though I took a, ahem, 10 year break between finishing high school and moving out of my parents’ house… BUT I’ve been practising consistently again since inheriting my grandparents’ piano, and while I still can’t play much flawlessly, I’m slowly regaining the ability to play all the pieces I learned before my hiatus - including a few Final Fantasy pieces, some Ludovico Einaudi, and Michael Nyman. (Bonus fact: Jack, my cate, hates when I play - literally either leaves the house or jumps onto my lap to stop me, lol)

2. Although I am a cat owner, my current goal in life is to one day have an Irish Wolfhound. I absolutely adore the breed - while I’ve grown up with and also love Labradors, there’s something about a Wolfhound’s shaggy, happy features and goofy, loving natures that I truly want in my life, and while I’m aware of the challenges (primarily size… I’m only 5’4 myself…!) there’s nothing else that quite drives me to think about my future and where to aim for in the same way.

3. I have one self-published short story! It was done as part of my University degree for a module focusing on the whole ‘project’ of a book, from conception > writing > publishing > marketing. I honestly couldn’t tell you how many copies I’ve sold (heck, I’ve even lost my own, lmao), but I do know that it’s been about eight years and I’m not in double figures yet, hahaha XD

Thank you for the tag @aranict - most considerate of you :-)

[thatndginger]

For the Behind the Scenes Asks:

📝"what stages are you currently in your WIPs?"

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❓What's one of your favorite things you've researched or learned about while writing a WIP?

--@ceph-the-ghost-writer

thank you so much for the ask Ceph!! I got a good night's sleep and a cat currently trying to take over my keyboard, so let's get to it ^.^

📝what stages are you currently in your WIPs?

Shapeshifter is firmly in the first draft stages. By my word processor's count we're 13,000 words in. I don't have a firm goal in terms of word count or anything, but based on the genre I'm going for and the story I want to tell, I'd say I'm about 10-15% done? I'm not the fastest writer, and life has been doing it's best to keep me out of a writing headspace, but I'm hoping that by the end of the year I'll be finished with the first draft. Honestly, getting the first few chapters down was the hardest part. Everything else feels easier by comparison.

❓What's one of your favorite things you've researched or learned about while writing a WIP?

oooh! This is such a weird little bit of history and I love it to pieces. After the Great Fire of 1889 burned 100 acres of business and waterfront property, the city of Seattle decided to grade the city, flattening the landscape and implementing new building laws that. But grading a piece of land the size of 25 city blocks takes a while - years, actually - and business owners weren't about to just shut down and wait. So what a lot of them did was rebuild with the knowledge that at some point, their 'ground' floor was going to be up to 20 feet below street level. There was a whole infrastructure build beneath the 'official' city streets to allow access to the newly buried businesses - sidewalks and lighting and stairways and all. Even after the grading was finished the underground saw regular use, until an outbreak of bubonic plague forced the city to condemn the underground in 1907. But that didn't entirely stop people from using the underground, and there are stories of gambling halls, speakeasies, and opium dens being set up there over the years. Most of the underground is inaccessible today, but there are some sections that have been restored and are open for tours.

The Seattle underground is a big inspiration for the underground infrastructure of Moressau, though I added my own little flavor to it, of course.

[vypridae]

not a vent but discussion of sui (i am FINE do not WORRY ABOUT ME)

every time i debate sui, every single time, the one sole thing that keeps me from it is this tiktok i saw. crazy i know but hear me out

this tiktok, wasn't a sui note or something. it was a tiktok about this person apologizing for trying it.

to their cat

and, i have a cat. two cats, but one of them in specific seems to love me very much. i do a lot for the cats in the house in comparison to everyone else here, and thus, he's taken a liking to me.

and one thing in that tiktok that stuck out to me was: "i'm sorry i didn't put food in your bowl when i got home." (or something along those lines)

and it hurt me, as a cat owner, and i think i cried reading that because the cat must have been so scared, worried, confused. must have been waiting for food, must have been trying to figure out why there were men coming inside that they didn't know

and honestly, what if that was me and my cat in that situation. i'd feel awful. terrible owner, and i'd never live it down if i survived but my cat was so, so scared, and confused, for however long it would have been

tldr when i live on my own my immediate goal, is to get a cat. of my own, for an incentive to not try anything drastic. because i need to be there for my future cat. to feed them, water them, love them, everything. that's my plan, and it'll work because every time i'll think about it, i'll remember that tiktok. and i'll almost cry, and i'll find my cat and i'll pet them and love them out of my own thoughts, until i realize i need to live for that cat, if not for myself.

[freerangeranger]

//I just gotta say you do a fuckin AMAZING job writing honey!!! She's such an interesting character and

//honestly her during this whole arc has been pretty relatable in a way jdhdndg

//can't imagine how hard it was to like , explicitly show all the way up to this where everything had been let loose that she was still just so angry at him underneath it all, even if she was still having fun and making fun of bell light-heartedly and I've never seen anyone really just .capture that before especially in such emotional accuracy

Ooc:

So when I read this yesterday you gave me the equivalent of human zoomies for an hour when I was supposed to be going to bed. Thank you so much for your kind words. I'm blushing. This is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to meeee. (⁄ ⁄•⁄v⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄

I go over my 'breakdown' of this arc below the break, but please know that I love all of you and thanks so much for enjoying my gal. She means a lot to me. I'm glad my mental process comes through in her words and actions.

Also If you want more lighthearted stuff - I have a few more Amy roasts to go through so Do Not Worry we will flambae this man yet.

I am also gonna write this warning here as well - Content Warning for death, implied suicide, abandonment, animal abuse, pokemon abuse and generally uncomfortable topics to think about.

Honey could be charitably called a 'self insert' - although she looks nothing like me and we do have differing opinions on a lot of topics. From my experience with TTRPGs and running them for 7 years I find the greatest advice I can give to anyone both old and new is to put pieces of yourself into your oc's. This is two-fold for importance.

1) It fleshes them out and makes you like them. If you have a character with similar morals and goals to yourself it is much easier to relate to them and makes you actually want to continue - you know - playing them. Honey has many traits that I don't. But we do share a deep love for people (and pokemon but her love is much more tangible than mine). She has a strong sense of fair play and is stubborn to a fault, which is something a lot of people can relate with. Her flaws are the same as her strengths and that makes her feel alive.

2) The second part is - in my humble opinion - more important. You know how they Feel. Emotions are a fickle thing in roleplay. You have to be very good at separating fiction from reality. It helps a lot when you are in constant communication with the people you are creating the story with.

When I was writing Honey over the course of this arc, I noticed that I started getting agitated - not from myself - but when I put myself in Honey's shoes. And after some contemplation I could realize why. This whole situation reminded me of those "Don't Drink and Drive" TV ads where the owner of a dog leaves, promising to come back. For a few moments you get a horrible sinking feeling because you know that this is an ad for drunk driving. But the dog doesn't. But after a few shots the person returns! All's well that ends well. You get your catharsis because that's a bit too dark a subject for daytime tv.

But I always wondered what would happen if the person never came back.

Dogs and cats are pretty smart all things considering. But how would this sort of thing affect a creature that has a higher level of intelligence? Little kids don't have a super great grasp on death - and I assume that most pokemon (there are exceptions to the rule) have the emotional and mental capacity of around a 3 year old. But you can also verbally explain death to a child when they are old enough. How do you explain to a ratatta that their trainer passed away?

This has never been stated explicitly until recently but Honey does have a slightly longer relationship with Amy than is immediately apparent. Especially with his pokemon. She cares about them and understands them to some degree. She knows roughly their emotional intelligence and ability to grasp abstract concepts. Honey has no illusions that Maxx, Beetroot and a handful of Amy's other pokemon are smart enough to connect the dots if he up and vanished. Some of them might even hold a grudge or mourn his loss.

But she knows there are also many pokemon in his care that aren't smart enough to understand. Bruno in particular - who is arguably the pokemon Honey is most emotionally attached to. Bruno is a strange case because he has a very good memory. He remembered Honey at the wedding by smell alone; a solid 3-5 years after they first met. Honey had a decent impact on his life but her influence is nothing compared to how much he cares about Bellamy.

So you have a perfect storm - A pokemon smart enough to remember people and has object permanence but not smart enough to understand the possibility of death or the idea that their human - who they love more than life itself - is never going to come back home. Thinking of that mental image - Bruno sitting alone at the door waiting for Amy forever - is basically the sole reason for her anger.

There is compounding issues of course. Did Amy even think to put all his Pokemon in his will? Would his current funds allow each of them to live in the lifestyle they are accustomed to? How many of them could stay together? Would they all have to be adopted out to other people? How many of them are at risk solely because they were the Pokemon of TV icon 'Professor Wild Days'?

Maybe Amy has plans in place for if that were to ever happen. But Honey doesn't know. She thought Amy was more prepared than that but the fact he just marched into the Cold Storage with no plan and without any proper backup has seriously shaken her faith in his ability to consider the longstanding ramifications of his actions.

So when Honey says 'I am pissed' what she really means is 'I am scared that you don't care about yourself enough to realize that your family is still here and depends on you. I'm scared that you aren't living for them. And that makes me angry on their behalf.' This is something I also deeply care about. The greatest thing that helped me in my darkest periods of my life is remembering the creatures that depend on me. Not the humans in my life; but the pets and animals that need me because if I disappear I don't know what will happen to them.

... That's pretty dark and serious. But it's also a damn good reason to be angry.

[nvrcmplt]

Zviad named from his attitude as a feline amongst the social life his animal life had before the Cat Cafe drop off… Zviad is derived from Georgian ზვიადი (zviadi) meaning “proud, arrogant”.

His species of feline is a Dragon Li, a china bound species of authentic feline, though he was bought to Japan with his previous owners job of Opera House and Art collections. He’s been here ever-since the 1900s.

Kenji got his hands on him when his owner gained dementia. She forgot about him, ousted him from her warmth with cries of ‘never owning such a rat’ but his family, didn’t wish to see their Grandmother be in such a state of emotional distress, thus, he was sold off to a Cat Cafe that took him in on the same day.

Zviad had never returned to his prior life, however, it was clearly a distressing matter for him for a few years of being left on his own. Once being doted on and used to a life of being pampered endlessly, he never mingled well in the cafe too well. Selective by wealth, scent, clothing, and his attitude was a solid spot for rejection and favoured amongst little.

By the time Kenji, the owner of the Cat Cafe, came to him with the gift of alchemy to change him from a plan feline to a mixed between worlds of species. Zviad was soon scooped up with his new-found looks and pedigree. With lush long hair, wide eyes and a dumb-innocence to the daily expenses of those without statue compared to what he knew, he was a favourite amongst those that loved to be pampered.

Years later and a steady customer base of affection and money for Kenji - the stabilization of the Owner’s alchemy had him shipped back to the academy he left to show off his works and quest onto new ventures. Upon that, Kenji came across the ultimate goal of more alchemist was wish to go beyond their own studies. In that time, Zviad and three other felines that were in love outside the cafe, took his offer of becoming branded with an eternal mark.

On Zviad’s hip, Lux’s ankle etc, are the marks of Ouroboros. A symbol of a snake eating its tail. This is to show their connection to Kenji, but also free of him, and instead take energy from the world in small sips to remain well and without need of Kenji’s input of checking or re-transmuting them if they grow too tired of doing it themselves.

Zviad, Lux and others, can now be honestly seen as kemonomimi persons, beast kins, cat shifters - whichever suits the world at the time. They do however, seemed to of grown, to heal from past life injuries and bodily aches with the branding / markings put in place due to the ever-sipping alchemy pact with the world itself.

Zviad no longer struggles with hiding his body type behind layers of clothing. Meaning his relationship with food had grown well, he vomits / bloats less when consuming foods he usually didn’t let himself take in.

He has thickened in muscle growth and broadness - replacing the once more starved, restrained thinnest from his cat cafe days to remain ideal for the cafe’s 'Prince’ vision.

His hair is no longer bleached platinum blonde and instead is his more natural, ashen blond with darker roots.

[mythvoiced]

@astremourante | 'I've killed for you, who else can say that?' for doe 😌😌😌😌

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Doe wishes he could honestly claim he does drugs.

He wishes he'd be familiar enough with them to have more intimate ways of referring to it, having mastered both the art and the lingo of those who see control in the loss of control granted by the proper kind of intoxication, poisoning for the greater goal of forgetting one's alive.

But he can't lose what little control he has left.

Even if he gets drunk enough to laugh and lose the concept of what he's so upset about all the time, he relinquishes in the high of feeling like nothing matters... and in the atrocities awaiting him the next day.

Almost as though he drinks specifically for the hangover.

Maybe Amelia serves the same role.

Maybe drowning himself in her knowing he'll only end up looking back with nothing but regret and nausea is one of the many ways he chooses to actually maintain control.

The freedom of inebration, of a good high, those aren't control.

Being the one to determine how exactly and what will hurt, that is what true control is about.

Maybe he's just lost his mind.

Maybe he should have bought something comfier to sit in for himself.

He's slumped on his chair, his legs stretched away from himself, his back halfway on its way to slide down completely. His arms hang, limb and devoid of purpose, and he's staring at the same ceiling tile he stares at at least once a day.

He doesn't remember the name of the person this building belonged to.

Who else can say that, indeed?

He turns his head the way one might try to turn a heavy rock to show a different side of itself. The motion looks as though he and his neck weren't in total agreement of performing it, as though he is drunk right now or finally admitting to not being the real owner of his own body.

He looks at Amelia - he luxury he doesn't always allow himself.

She's the epitome of all he should show to hide everything as well as she does. The confidence in her movements and posture, the training that must have gone, perhaps privately chosen perhaps forced upon her, that allows her to move exactly as she intends to, to portray exactly the person she intends to be.

He can't fully believe she is the way she presents herself. It's not so much an instinct, as it is a grotesquely and deeply buried-alive desire that maybe, just maybe, there is more to whatever is going on here than the joy she portrays at getting on his nerves.

Tom and Jerry were supposedly friends too, pretending to fight to keep actual mouse-eating cats out of the household.

The comparison doesn't sit too well, they aren't friends, Doe doesn't know how to have friends, anyway.

Nor is there a bigger, meaner cat somewhere one of them must ward off to protect the other.

He can't imagine they are out to protect the other, anyway, he can't imagine either of them would even welcome that - would even know how to.

But she does kill for him.

He pays her to do so, sure. But she's skilled, efficient, renown, she doesn't need his money. She doesn't need him.

And frankly, one job turning into two, turning into three was never the plan, either. If he were to run things as he usually does, and make use of her con-artistry and intel instead, things might even runner smoother.

But she has killed for him.

And it fills a corner of the abyss inside him with rotten, blood-coloured paste.

A smile crawls tiredly onto his lips, stretches itself out there like a man done fighting for his life, lying down, ready to welcome death.

"No one," he shakes his head to underline his words, then nods to concede to hers. No one.

"Tell me, do you want me to kill for you, too? What do you want me to do? Should I burn the world down?" Doe-eyes were his allegedly as a child, always torn wide open, darting to and fro, like a doe waiting for the hunter to finally show himself. Now he holds them wide open in memory of that child, as if trying be genuine just this once.

"What should I do? What would you like me to do?"

[honeyhotteoks]

15 Questions Game

Thank you @ja3hwa for tagging me!! ♡

1. Are you named after anyone?

my nickname chai started when i worked at starbucks many, many years ago and used to drink chai all the time, but my given name isn't after anyone, no.

2. When was the last time you cried?

last night i watched a really sweet video of an older woman going to audit university classes and i just got emo about it lol - i basically cry at all things

3. Do you have kids?

nope! no kids

4. Do you use sarcasm?

daily lmao

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

for most people i feel like i notice their style, whatever their personal style or vibe is is the thing i notice before we talk. i really love when people are unapologetically just themselves, whatever style or vibe that may be and i always fine people like that easier to talk to, especially because i have a ton of social anxiety. the next thing i usually notice is if they're kind, the way people listen tells you a lot about them, so it's something i pick up on quickly if they're not really engaged or participating.

6. What’s your eye color?

green/blue

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

both!! i like so many different kinds of movies and they both have a place for me.

8. Any special talents?

um.... not really in like a quirky party trick sense?

9. What are your hobbies?

primarily writing and reading, but other than that i really enjoy knitting, playing video games, watching kdramas, and stuff like that. i also love house plants, makeup and skincare, and i'm trying to get more into yoga since that's always been a bit of a goal of mine.

10. Where were you born?

philadelphia!

11. Do you have any pets?

yes, i have two cats, buddy and effie

12. What sports do you play/have played?

when i was younger i played basketball and tennis, but i don't really play sports anymore.

13. Favourite subject in school?

english / literature and french

14. Dream job?

writer full time or owner of a bookshop/cafe but both of those lanes are not very financially lucrative unless you're kind of lucky lol and honestly i like my career path at the moment, so i'm not pining for any kind of big change

15. How tall are you?

i'm 5'7"-ish!

If anyone likes being tagged in these types of things and we're moots, share and then let me know! I never know who to tag in games and have tons of awkward social energy so I always feel weird about tagging

[therisingdarkness]

UPDATE!!! Plus Good News!

So, Sanji was approved for the FIP treatment! I was able to gather up immediate supplies yesterday (4/18) and gave him his first injection of the serum. How it works now is he has 83 days to go--that's one injection per day, followed by 84 days of observation. From what I've read of other owners who have dealt with FIP, it can take anywhere from a few days to a couple weeks for the kitty to show improvement, but Sanji has being doing okay. He's eating as much as he wants, accepting treats, drinking and using the litter box without much trouble, but he is very tired out by any activity.

In other amazing news, the GoFundMe I set up has somehow managed to raise $1230!! That's almost a quarter of the entire goal! I really wanted to thank everyone who has reblogged and/or donated so far. It means a lot to me that people care enough about my little cat, and honestly has helped restore some of my faith in humanity. I feel a lot like Samwise Gamgee right now just thinking about it.

I also really want to thank @cloned-eyes for being the MVP that she is and offering her sketch commissions with donations. She's been working so hard with her regular commissions and zine entries and just regular life stuff and she deserves all the love in the world, like I genuinely can't thank her enough for all she's done for me, and I appreciate her and her friendship so much.

The link to the GoFundMe is up above, but here it is again in case you don't want to scroll->->-> https://gofund.me/7f1b9f5f

I would appreciate it a lot if you could continue to share it around! Sanji has a long road ahead of him, but he's a tough little kitty, and I'm confident he will fight his way through this!

Sanji's GoFundMe

So, my baby isn't doing too well.

We had a a nasty hospital stay and a ton of nasty tests done and it looks like he has FIP (feline infectious peritonitus), also called kitty coronavirus. It's not good, but it's not the absolute death sentence it used to be. There is a cure, but I can't get it through the vet and have to go through FIP Warriors. But that's fine if it means he lives.

In the meantime, all those tests ran up a $3,800 bill that honestly, I wish I could say I was fine paying off. But I could use some help. I still have to pay for the treatment, which will probably run me around $1,200 (maybe a few hundred more, depending). I can handle the FIP treatment myself, but the $3,800 is a bit much to handle on my own, and everything happened so quickly.

This is his GoFundMe: https://gofund.me/6a783dd0

I would appreciate this post being shared, if possible. Donations are amazing, but I know how things are. Still, every little bit helps. If anyone who sees this can share it, I would appreciate it immensely.

Thank you for reading.

[void-authority]

Please help us and our mother escape from an abusive man and household.

Hello, we really wanted to avoid asking for help yet again, but our health and mental stability is at our breaking point. We are a very mentally ill and physically disabled DID system with an equally mentally ill and even more physically disabled mother and we need to escape from our current life as soon as possible. On June 8th, it’ll be 2 years since we have returned to Portugal after COVID started to pop up and we couldn’t stay in England with our best friend because of it. That also meant returning to the house we wanted to leave behind for the rest of our lives as it was a very unhealthy and honestly unsafe environment. The first year was surprisingly okay, but things quickly fell back to normal and to an even worse state as the owner of this house, our mother’s ex-boyfriend, started to manipulate, insult and threaten us, and things have gotten physical enough that one night we ended up with a swollen upper arm, and many things like doors, windows, phones and a lot of tableware have been damaged as time passed due to his aggressive outbursts. We have not been able to sleep well for a very long time now as we are in a constant state of anxiety over making sure he doesn’t try to lay a finger on either us, our mother or our cat Cookie, our mental health is degrading very fast and we are on one of our lowest points of our life enough to have fleeting thoughts of suicide and being extremely near to going back to self-harming after 5 years of being clean. And this is, of course, not to mention the many, many more years that our mother has been suffering with him silently, which includes being sexually harassed, dealing with his obsessive, stalking behaviour whenever she is out of the house outside of the expected hours (work) Our mother has found a place that is relatively cheap considering the default prices nowadays, but we still can’t afford it alone. Our minimal goal is of 650 euros so that we are able to pay for the 2 obligatory months of upfront payment, but we would seriously appreciate if we could get more, as things will be extremely tight economically. Our paypal is: paypal.me/elisabetenogueira0 Even if you cannot donate, please share this with as many people as possible, we really need to escape. TLDR: We and our mother have been dealing with an abusive man for a long time now and we no longer feel safe nor mentally well enough to keep enduring this life.

[fuzzy-melonlord]

So this is purely self-indulgent and sort of a self-insert. today has been trash and I wanted to do something for me. So this was that something.

Pairing: Milo/Self-Insert (kinda, no names mentioned, could be read as an alt au sweetheart) WC: 1.7K TW: Language, consensual insulting/name calling, allergy attacks Genre: Fluff, Comedy

“Awe, is this Aggro?” They practically squealed as the small white kitty trotted into the living room to greet his owner. The cat in question strutted up to the duo with confidence, staring a bit at the newcomer with distrust as they crouched down to his level. Milo watched this and snorted a bit as he moved around his companion to set his keys down.

“Is that why you wanted to come over? Just for my cat?” He joked, crossing his arms over his chest and raising a brow. Watching as Aggro stepped closer and let them begin petting him, which caused them to let out a small noise of happiness while giving the small animal the petting that he obviously deserved, “and here I thought you wanted to hang out with your Pal, Milo.” he couldn’t help but laugh as they reached out, gently grabbing Aggro and picking him up to hold to their chest. 

“Hey, I mean if you’re here we can hang out too?” They retorted, a smug grin on their face as they held his cat close. Aggro purring in their arms, once again causing them to coo softly at him. Milo had known what he was getting into when bringing them back to his place, knowing about their intense love for animals it was only natural for them to cling onto Aggro as they were. And since Aggro seemed to love it as well, Milo was happy to let them do as they pleased. 

“Yeah, yeah I get it. You got what you wanted,” rolling his eyes he turned to make his way into the kitchen, honestly expecting them to stay standing at the entrance to his home since they had achieved their goal. To his surprise though, they trailed after him like a little duck. Their eyes glancing around at the decorations and state of his home, which was honestly pretty well maintained. 

Pulling open the fridge to check the contents before looking back over his shoulder as his friend took a seat at his dining table, sniffling slightly as they did so. Strange.

“Alright, you want anything to drink before I start on dinner? I got water, milk, and apple juice. So pick yer poison.” 

“Oh, apple juice please.” Milo chuckled a bit at their response, the way they purposely made their voice sound more childlike as if they were asking their parent for something. It was honestly pretty damn endearing if he said so himself, would never tell them that cause then he would never hear the end of it. 

“Well, then come get it then. You’re a fully grown adult, i’m not yer mama.” Milo retorted playfully, the words prompted a long groan from them. The sound causing Aggro to jump out of their arms and dash out of the room, done with being held. This only furthered the pout that had made its way onto their face, muttering a pitiful “come back” in Aggro’s direction.

“Awe, poor baby,” Milo teased, pulling out the container of apple juice and setting it onto the counter as he began getting prepped to make dinner for the two of them. “Come get your juice and then you can try and coax him to come back to you.” It was obvious that Aggro had been comfortable in their arms and would most likely come back after he had some time to himself. That’s just how cats were.

He heard another groan leave them as they scooted out their chair and trugged over to the counter for their juice. A small sneeze leaving them, stopping them right before they get to the counter. He glanced over and watched as they moved the crook of their elbow away from their face and grimaced. 

“So, you said Aggro was born to your mom’s cat right?” They questioned, returning the apple juice container to the fridge before hopping up to sit on his countertop, after getting his permission of course. Another small sniffle left them, and Milo saw from the corner of his eye as they intensely rubbed their right eye with the heel of their hand. He caught himself staring for a moment, a bit confused before he finally snapped back into reality to answer the question.

“Yeah, old Anarchy. She’s been with the family fo-” A sneeze, followed by 3 more. Milo felt his suspicions grow, stopping in his dinner prep so he could watch them. Noticing the slight puffy nature of their eyes, that had certainly not been there before, as well as the sniffling as if they couldn’t quite get a good breath of air.  “Hey, are you alright? You weren’t sneezing like this earlier.” His companion shrugged, reaching up to rub their eye once more. 

“Yeah, I’m fine. I might have a minor cat allergy but it’s no biggie.” Their words were almost instantly proven wrong as they broke out into another sneezing fit, “...mostly fine, i’m mostly fine.” 

Milo groaned, pulling their glass from their hand and helping them off of the counter. “You’re an actual idiot, I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you were allergic to cats.” Leading them by the hand down the hallway and towards the bathroom, while continuing to scold them. “And what’s the first thing you do? Bury your face in Aggro’s fur. Why are you like this?” 

Entering the bathroom he turned the knobs on his sink a little more forcefully than necessary, “Now, wash your hands and your face.” it wasn’t a suggestion.

As they begrudgingly followed their orders, Milo got to work searching for a few things. The first being a clean towel for them to dry off with, and a bottle of allergy medicine that he had to maneuver around them to get since it was usually kept in the cabinet behind the mirror. After that first task was out of the way, he made a beeline for his bedroom and tried to find a hoodie that smelled the least like cat fur (which was quite a challenging task all things considering).

He heard the water shut off during the middle of his searching, followed by their calling down the hall. 

“Milo, Sugar, I swear I’m good! This isn’t even one of the worst reactions I’ve had,” The words doing nothing to comfort the wolf, in fact it made him a bit irritated. If they knew this was gonna happen then why the hell did they not say anything. God he was in love with a whole idiot, he was gonna force self care on them if it killed him.

Once he did find a relatively safe hoodie, he trekked back to the bathroom. Getting back just as they had finished up and were drying off their face. Tossing the hoodie at them, causing them to drop the towel as they made an attempt to catch the clothing only to fumble and drop both items on the floor. A loud yelp leaving their lips as the cloth slipped through their fingertips. 

“Change into that, and then take that medicine on the counter. Or,” he paused for a moment knowing that there was one sure fire way he would get them to comply. “Or i’m not gonna let you come over to see Aggro ever again.” He had honestly never seen them move so fast, practically slamming the door in his face. 

“Just know i’m doing this because your hoodie looks comfy, and not because you told me to!” Their voice was honestly still pitiful sounding, it was obviously still hard for them to breathe through their nose. 

“Oh sure. I definitely believe that.” He retorted, leaning against the wall outside of the bathroom as he waited for them to finish. Wanting to confirm with his own eyes that they would take the medication he had set out, “So, you gonna tell me why you didn’t bother to mention your, obviously shitty, allergy? Just trying to get me a heart attack when you started sneezing your nose off?”

It was silent on the other side of the door for a moment, the sound of rustling clothing silenced. 

“...Well, I know you. You probably wouldn’t have let me get anywhere near Aggro if I’d told you.”

“Damn right I wouldn’t have.” His response prompted a groan from behind the closed door. 

“That’s what i’m saying! I just wanted to hold him at least once, I hate getting like this but like...I can’t imagine a life without getting to pet cats. Even if I can’t breathe for a while after,” He had to admit, it was sound logic. If he were allergic to fur, he probably would do the same thing. Just play with the cats and deal with the consequences later, but he wasn’t about to tell them this. They already had enough issues prioritizing their health, they didn’t need him confirming that it was totally okay to have an allergic reaction as long as it meant you could pet cats. Even though he knew they would continue to do it, no matter what he said. 

The door opened with a loud creak, he would need to oil that later, and felt his heart skip a beat for a moment. In his rush, he hadn’t realized that he would be getting to see them in an article of his clothing which was definitely something that was now causing his mind to wander. Thankfully, they were too busy pouting and attempting to hold in another wave of sneezes to notice his staring.

“I need my apple juice so I can take these.” they declared. Yet despite this, they didn’t make their way to the kitchen. They just stepped one foot outside of the bathroom and reached their arms out for Milo, silently asking for a hug. One that he willingly gave them. Their head resting in the crook of his neck had his heart pounding, his hands rubbing their back comfortingly. 

“You’re not gonna let me pet Aggro anymore...are you?”

“Probably not anytime soon, you dork. I like you being able to breathe.” They stood there for a moment, just enjoying the embrace even with the sniffles coming from their inability to breathe properly. 

“Hey Milo,”

“Yeah?”

“Do you think I’d be allergic to your wolf form?”

[gothamitepride]

So, context. I don't have context. But I like to pretend I do!

I got home one day, and it was a very long day. I just brought Jacks home days ago, and I had to go through a whole process to get Jacks accepted into my apartment. [Apparently, there was a bombing attack at one of the Wayne buildings that used household animals to carry the explosives. Terribly nasty news. I'm scared of the psychopath who came up with using puppies and kittens. (I asked more about it, and luckily, it was called in by an anonymous tipper. I think at this rate, I might start adopting animals left and right...)]

Sorry, tangent. I came home, finally getting approved, and I was hauling up all the necessities for cats to thrive [at least, I think so, according to my mother]. Keep in mind that the elevator stops 30 floors away from mine, so I was not exactly in the right state of mind after carrying up an extra 20-to-30 pounds up 30 flights of stairs.

I got in my room, absolutely exhausted with a little cat in a cage in one hand, a litter box full of cat scratches and cheap grooming kits, and a backpack: filled with cat toys, food, tags, collars, kitty litter, baking powder, cat clippers, food dish, water dish... you get the point. I was so, SO tired, and SORE. So I didn't notice the dark figure in the corner of my apartment until it shifted, SO SUE ME.

Anyways. This figure was TALL. Horrifyingly so. Easily over 6 feet tall. It had the mouth of a human, but white glowing eyes. Long, sharp pointed ears on the side. It crept in the shadows, gliding across the floors. I didn't trust the way it moved, like it was testing the very way I stood. It was like I was the threat, not the towering beast in front of me. When I saw it, I collapsed on the ground.

I fell hard on my bum. I'll admit that. Who could blame me, with its haunting voice and curved claws for fingers? It spoke to me. Asking what I was doing with the cat I got, about brown fur is on my drapes, why I was at the bank. Asking me if I was okay.

I answered. However foolish, I answered honestly. I told it my name. It said it already knew it. I asked for its name, and it told me he was vengence. The dark. A nightmare. Built like a man, shaped as a bat. I called it Batman. It accepted this surprisingly easy.

I told Batman how I'm working to be a psychologist, just being a few short years away from my goal. Told him about possibly getting an apprenticeship in those short few years with a man named Hugo Strange. How I decided to house Jacks until I could find the owner after finding him on top of the bank I currently work at. Told him about the bank only taking me in recently and having to yet put me in the systems. Told him about the red eyes I saw. How I had no idea what that being was, but that it looked to be a bat, just like him, except having a more animalistic figure rather than humanoid. And I told Batman that, although ill, I was ultimately alive. I offered water to the being, careful to maintain my distance while I freed Jacks and placed my objects down. He accepted, seemingly in a begrudging manner.

The only reason why I was even okay with the idea of turning my back on this being is because Jacks crawled up to him and puured, rubbing up against his leg[? Did he have legs??] and relaxing. That was the first time I saw Jacks relax in days [the whole process was very stressful for the poor feline], and cats are supposed to have better instincts than humans. Right?

Anyway, I gave Batman water. He drank it. His voiced stayed in the same hauntingly low and raspy tone. Told me that he would be of assistance and keep in touch. I asked how, and he said I didn't need to know how. He gave me back the glass, I turned around again to put it in the sink, but he was gone when I went to face him once more. Only a window left open, as proof of his existence.

I feel cold after typing the story out. I feel like hairs are scratching into my back like a grater. But I don't feel scared, strangely enough. In fact, as insane as this sounds... I think that was the highlight of my week. It was the safest I felt, ever been.

I think I'm talking crazy, but I don't know. There was some level of comfort, talking to Batman. Even though he made my skin crawl, he seemed kind. Hopefully, I'm right.

Sorry, it's been a few days. I got busy because I adopted a cat. Stray animal, and it's cute. Poor guy was just stuck on the roof of the bank I worked at. I'm taking care of him and handing out papers to see if anyone recognized the cat, but no callers so far. I named him Jacks. Honestly, I have a small hope that I don't get a call

Anyway, I still haven't figured out what that black figure was. It was real big, kinda terrifying. I saw another figure in the dark, but I'm pretty sure it was a different one. The one from my last post had a slight red glint in its eyes. This one was white.

I'm going to need to do a story time on that one because that scared me so badly that I still flinch from the memory.

[nattikay]

yeah so YouTube randomly decided to recommend me some Beastars analysis videos and it inspired me to get off my chest some thoughts I’ve been holding on to since finishing the manga a few months ago. So uh if you haven’t watched/read Beastars (and there will be brief manga mentions so maybe vaguely spoilery for anime-only folks) go ahead and keep scrolling cuz this probably won��t make sense lol

anyways, here’s my hot take:

I think carnivores should be allowed to eat meat.

Like, they shouldn’t be allowed to murder, obviously. Predation is still bad, the livestock rings are still bad, the body-parts-hyperdrugs thing is still bad, and yeah those should all remain hecka illegal.

But barring those awful cases, the majority of the meat from the back-alley market is supposedly (secretly) donated by hospitals and funeral homes--in other words, from animals who have already died of natural causes. And I think carnivores should be allowed to eat the meat of animals who have already died so long as they’re not being intentionally killed for the purpose of consumption.

The reason for this is carnivores kinda biologically need meat to thrive. We’ve all seen those "owners trying to force their cats/dogs to be vegan” posts. Doesn’t end well. Sure, you could argue that the animals in Beastars have evolved past that need and their hunting instincts are merely residual--but if this is true I think could only be partly so, given Jack talking about how over the years carnivore bodies have been “shrinking” because they can’t eat meat. See also Gouhin telling Legoshi that there’s only so far training can take his strength as a wolf without adding a bit of meat to his diet.

Basically, the carnivore population is, to some degree, being legally malnourished and uh...yeah, it’s really no wonder that the back-alley market is such a big thing that almost every carnivore uses at some point in their life.

Unless their society can craft an adequate fake meat that actually fulfills all the nutritional needs of a carnivore (which is more than just protein--I know for example that taurine is an important thing with dog and especially cat foods, and vegan humans usually need B12 supplements so probably some of that as well, etc.), which they clearly haven’t given that these issues still persist--yeah, I think they should be able to eat real meat.

You could also argue that it’s not right to eat an herbivore even after they’ve died of other causes because they were a sapient being that may not have wanted their body eaten without their permission, and sure, that’s fair. So think of it like organ donation. Have a form a living herbivore can fill out, if they are comfortable with it, that says “yes, when I die you may use my meat”. There ya go. If it was a known and open thing how vital meat is to carnivore health, there’d probably be plenty enough donors while those who are genuinely uncomfy with the idea can easily opt out.

And with carnivore’s nutritional needs being better met and openly accepted, they won’t have to repress that side of themselves quite so much and therefore there’ll be less of an issue with said side bursting out via predation incidents. Heck, throw some more places like B-Strike in there too, and give carnivores a way to use their hunting instincts in a non-lethal way--kinda like the way you let your cat chase a feather wand to give it the thrill of a hunt without actually killing any small animals. Their hunting instincts are being satisfied in a safe way, and their nutritional needs are being met ethically--predation should drop a fair bit (won’t disappear completely because of course there will always be criminals, nothing you can do about that unfortunately, but should still drop) and everyone'd be healthier.

This is why I wasn’t super crazy about the back alley market getting demolished at the end of the manga, because while yes there was some nasty stuff going on back there that needed to be cracked down on, destroying the market...doesn’t really solve the root of the problem (that being that carnivores in this society are essentially malnourished/their hunting instincts are not being safely satisfied). If anything, it just delays it a bit and I wouldn’t be surprised if a few years down the road the market just starts coming back up again.

I mean, maybe it won’t be as bad because I guess they’re allowed to eat fish now?? idk that part was really glossed over so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  (yyyeahh the ending was...a bit of a mess...let’s just say it’ll be one of the few cases where I won’t mind if the anime makes some changes lol)

And honestly this was the issue I had with the second half of the series. If Legoshi doesn’t want to eat meat, that’s fine, and if he personally wants work crazy hard to completely purge himself of his hunting instincts and become as strong as he can without meat, cool goal man...but he needs to get off his high horse and stop trying to force that on everyone else. It was even hard to root for him a few times because I just...didn’t really agree with him lol. Carnivores (well, most of them) usually resort to going to the back-alley market not because they’re inherently corrupt, but because they have a legitimate nutritional deficiency that needs to be addressed, whether they consciously realize it or not.

Legoshi is a good character and all but dood ya gotta chill

aaaand yeah carnivores should be legally allowed to eat meat

so uh yeah there’s my (unpopular?) Beastars opinion, hope you enjoyed ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  

[apocalypsewriters]

A/N: I did mean to space these apart evenly from now, but that’s okay. this is bella presenting zach with the thing she caught, but like any good cat owner, zach is confused but mostly grateful and touched by the gift

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Part IV: Gift

Walking down the hall, Bella tugged at the emotions tangling in her chest. Remorse. Pity. Excitement. Guilt? Triumph. Good enough, and normal enough feelings for the situation. She knew she wasn’t the epitome of a good person, seeing as she personally supplied tools for campaigns injuring people and destroying the city, but personal check-ins that assured her she wasn’t a heartless monster were nice.

The headquarters of Miranda’s Protection Agency was empty; only suckups and overachievers worked Saturday afternoons in the office since that time was reserved for fieldwork or family time. Bella checked her phone, swiping from the night vision equipped cameras showing Manic Alchemist to double-checking where Zach was. Good. He was in his office.

Drawing up to the starkly plain stainless steel door, she rapped on it. Bella had remembered to pull her sleeves over her knuckles for protection since the doors in the building were infamous for bruising knuckles. The muffled knock rang out through the deserted hallway. Hearing footsteps approaching, Bella squinted, knowing what was to come. As the door opened, she knew her partially shut eyes did nothing. Every wall of the room screamed with different jarringly bright colored paint and was lit by tasteful choices of complementary LED strips. Beanbags lined the walls, interrupted only by a floating desk suspended by electromagnetic suspension Bella had designed. A mountain of stuffed toys, from cerulean lions, to lilac unicorns, to magenta cats, sat haphazardly in the corner of the room. Zach himself stood in the doorway, looking embarrassed, as usual, at the state of his room. The scene was mildly endearing, once Bella got over being blinded. He sheepishly passed her the pair of sunglasses he kept by the door for whenever she came to visit.

“Hey,” Zach said, as Bella stepped into the room. He closed the door behind her, asking, “What’s this visit about? Normally people don’t work at this time.”

Pushing the cold sunglasses up the bridge of her nose, Bella said, “I did it.”

“Huh?”

“The job? So I can go out,” she elaborated. She strode over to a beanbag and sat down. Being Zach’s confidant as one of the youngest members of the company meant Bella had spent enough time in his room to be comfortable enough to do as she pleased.

“What? Already?” Zach said, blinking in shock. Honestly, what did he take her for? Thankfully, he corrected himself before she had to, shaking his head and sighing. “You know what? I shouldn’t be surprised. Though, this is quick, even for you. Did you start before the mission was approved?

No. She was just highly efficient and had a long list of villain contacts to choose from. But she didn’t share that. Not when it would surely cost Bella her job at the company. Despite her smug internalized reply, her triumphant smirk slid off her face. She could have, should have waited longer so as not to be suspicious. Cursing silently and smoothing on a placid expression, she said, “I guess I’m just good at my job.”

“Well, if you’re so good at your job,” teased Zach, poking fun at her matter-of-fact tone coupled with prideful words, “Then we’d better start planning your next mission.”

“I can’t just join you now?”

“No. No! I can’t-” Zach said, sharply exhaling before finding his words. “I can’t lose someone like you.”

Something warm bubbled in Bella’s chest, but she replied, bitterly only half-joking, “Yes, losing such a vital asset to your company would be a significant blow to your heroic efforts.”

Typical, sweet Zach saw through the flimsy cover of her low self-esteem. While Bella knew her extensive value as an individual pertaining to personal goals, it was so easy to rationalize being excluded from groups when all she brought to the table was computers. “No,” he softly corrected. “I enjoy you as a person. Your company. Just” – he punched her arm lightly – “I care about you and I don’t want you getting hurt.”

The warm feeling grew. Punching him back, Bella said, “You’re such a softy. I can handle myself, so don’t be afraid of giving me something more dangerous.”

“Handle yourself how? Besides your tech, what else can you do? I don’t think there are any nanites you can invent that would fix gashes or broken bones.”

Making a mental note of an addition for the next Crimson Nanite update, she turned her attention back to the conversation at hand, excitement twisting in her chest. This was her chance! “I’m a powered person,” Bella said, watching his face closely for a reaction. His face remained blank, so she continued, “My blood has special properties. When it’s frozen, it becomes a healing salve that closes any surface level wounds in around five minutes.” She would have kept going, but as earnest as Zach was if she talked too long his eyes would start to glaze over. All the same, she couldn’t help but add, “And I am resistant to heat and fire.” Other words and explanations itched to be released, like her costume idea, the gadgets she would add, how she wanted to be presented to the public, but there was no way he would retain any of the information.

“Okay,” Zach said slowly. “Maybe I can get the higher ups to consider you for more dangerous stuff. We should probably decide what you want to do first, though.”

Conversation for the next ten minutes was dull. For most people's standards, at least. Bella was thrilled to be discussing the tactics, strengths, and weaknesses of villains and vigilantes that mildly terrorized the streets of the surrounding area. As topics wound by, they slowly drifted from fieldwork to new recruits in the office. Apparently, some of the less youthful members of the company hadn’t been taking Zach seriously. Bella couldn’t fault them entirely – it was hard to swallow one's pride sometimes to take orders from a kid. Still, it was unfair given how much he had done for the city. 

Having talked for long enough and being distracted from more relevant topics, Bella decided it was finally time to bring it up.

“Hey,” she said, interrupting a natural lull in between conversations. “My task to qualify for fieldwork. It’s done, right?”

Zach fixed her with a stare. “What do you mean?” he asked.

Bella fidgeted, hoping she wouldn’t reveal her scheme. Maybe it would pass up for nervousness at her newly acquired position being in the balance. Taking a calming breath, she said, “Say Manic Alchemist gets out. Would I still be able to go out?”

“Oh. Yeah. Your job was just to catch him. You’re not guarding his cell, are you?” 

Bella shook her head.

“Okay! So if someone messes up bad enough to lose him, then that’s their fault. You can still go out, don’t worry. There’s no way he could escape without help anyway.”

She sighed with relief. “Okay. Okay, good,” she muttered, half to herself, thankful for a reason completely different from what Zach assumed. 

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