#i have it here in my paws right now and i am gonna become the creature i yearn to be

[rainyjackalope]

I'm starting hrt today so I wanted to commemorate it with a drawing

[flickys-courage-club]

[This is my AU of Straight Outta Nowhere: Scooby Doo Meets Courage The Cowardly Dog movie, I included my CTCD OCs Barry, Onyx, Carnelian, Kameron, Francine, Bunitty, Crister and Bard in it]

[While Mystery Incorporated met Courage and the Bagges, Muriel and Eustace. Courage heads up to the attic, Scooby and Shaggy follow him up the stairs. In the attic, Courage's new friend who is a black cat named Barry is asleep and holding his plush rabbit. There, Courage opens the door, and he, Shaggy and Scooby enter. As they enter, the three approach the sleeping cat]

Courage: Shh– [he whispered to Shaggy and Scooby] Barry? Barry? [he responded quietly, then he pokes Barry's nose]

[Barry opens his eyes, he sees Courage, Scooby and Shaggy all looking at him. Barry yawns and stretches his arms out]

Shaggy: Like, pal. He's now… speaking to his rabbit he has with him?

Barry: [he sees Courage] Oh, Courage! [Then his eyes move to Shaggy and Scooby Doo. But that causes him to get scared and he screams, which is from his anxiety. Barry pulls out his toy gun underneath his blanket and he points at Shaggy]

Shaggy: ZOINKS! Like, that lil guy HAS A GUN RIGHT AT US SCOOB!

Scooby: Ruh roh, Raggy! WE'RE ROOMED

Shaggy: Like, listen little dude. We're both like, pretty cool dudes. Ain't that right Scoob? [Barry lowers his toy gun down]

Scooby: Rah! We ratch a road of creepy monsters and a road of rad guys

Barry: Oh… right. [places his gun down behind him] Sorry that I pointed my gun at you guys. I genuinely had to do that if there is anything that is trying to kill me in this household.

Shaggy: Like, that's ok pal. Like, I thought I was gonna get shot

Barry: Look, don't worry about it. It's actually a toy gun that shoots corks instead of real bullets. [Scooby and Shaggy's eyes look at eachother, then at Barry]

Scooby: …Right

Courage: Barry, would you like to introduce yourself to them?

Barry: Oh right, I didn't even get to do that at first. My name is Barry! I am a new friend of Courage here in Nowhere.

Scooby: Roh– But how did the two of you meet? [Scooby points at each of the two]

Barry: He met me at a hospital, I was with my mom, after i am now born. Courage came here to see us. We became very close, and we have many things in common. [Scooby and Shaggy nod to that] we do get scared at things really easily, but we have a brave heart and by that we save the ones we love.

Shaggy: Like, that's so cool dude. [to Courage] Your actually a cat that acts like you dude

Courage: [nods] Mmhmm

Shaggy: Like it's nice to meet you Barry man. I'm Shaggy, Shaggy Rogers

Barry: It's nice to meet you too Shaggy

Scooby: I'm Scooby Doo

Barry: Scooby… Scooby Doo? As in the famous Scooby Doo who solves the most greatest mysteries with a crew of… mystery solvers?

Scooby: Yeah? [Courage is confused]

Barry: [places his paws on Scooby's and he looks up at him] I can't believe this, I.. I watched many of your shows!

Scooby: [gasps] REALLY?!

Barry: Yeah! You guys are in a van, running around doors, and unmasking monsters who are now people dressing up in costumes. You have given me inspiration Scooby Doo, to become a mystery solving detective around the streets during the 50s [his eyes are sparkling with excitement]

Scooby: Wow! [his eyes sparkle with excitement too]

Shaggy: Like lil man, I now really noticed how much of a fan you are to Scoob [places his arm around Scooby's shoulder. The three together chuckle along, while Courage watches Barry with an embracing smile, since he has found new friends to interact with]

Shaggy: [spots Barry's bed behind him] Huh? Like, never seen a bed placed in a attic like this

Barry: Oh, yeah. That's where I sleep in

Shaggy: Like, in the attic? [to Courage] Like does this dude have a home and a family, man?

Courage: Yeah, he does. But he stays in here a lot, since his parents are busy with stuff

Barry: Lemme put this up with you Courage. [he holds out some pictures of his family to Shaggy and Scooby] My family all appear to be in mafia teams. The first being my ancestor Nathaniel. After he married Miranda, they had their son Barrett

Scooby: Oh wait! He rooks like you

Barry: You could say that we are much alike to our ancestors. By time passes, the three families start with my great grandparents; Carnelian and Onyx, Gerald and Lillie, and Piperita and Cinnamon. My maternal great grandparents had my grandfather Matt and great aunt Maria. And also great grandparents had my maternal grandma; Lauren. My maternal grandparents now had my mom named Teresa, and my uncle who is called Oliver. Great grandpa Piperita and great grandma Cinnamon have grandma Marie, who she met my grandpa Brandon and they have my dad named Nathan. And finally my mom and my dad are married and they have me! Which I am the final of the bloodline. [Shaggy and Scooby's jaws dropped by the whole family tree explanation that Barry has told them]

Shaggy: Like man, THAT WAS WILD! Like I didn't even know that you are like part of such a huge family line like this. [Barry raised his eyebrow at Shaggy while he lets his breath out]

Barry: Yeah, since my father runs a mafia business, he and mom had to do their work, so with their trust to Courage. They now acquire him to be my caretaker [Courage smiles at this response, and chuckles. Then Shaggy, Scooby and Courage head down the stairs. Courage and Scooby Doo turn around to Barry]

Courage: Barry? Are you… coming?

Barry: I'm coming Courage

[Barry joins along with the three as they go down through the attic, then, downstairs to the living room where the rest of the others]

Muriel: Oh– Barry! Your here in time for my special Scottish dream cookies. [she hands one to Barry, which makes him giggle with joy. He then eats it]

Shaggy: Like dude, you get along with the sweet old lady here

Barry: [gulps it down] Yeah, Muriel is like a grandmother to me

Scooby: We seen that ranky old man here

Barry: Who– Oh… you mean Mr Bagge? I don't like him

Shaggy: You don't like him cuz of how cranky he looks–

Barty: I prefer not to say about it

Scooby: Ok

[Scooby and Shaggy's friends; Velma, Daphne and Fred see Barry, though he backs a little, nervously]

Barry: Uh, Shaggy? Scooby Doo?

Scooby: Oh! Their my friends

Fred: Hey!

Daphne: Hi!

Velma: Hello!

Barry: Hi? I'm… Barry. Who are you guys called?

Daphne: Daphne, Daphne Blake

Barry: Oh, so your Daphne the… the Beautiful! Daphne the Beautiful! It's nice to meet you Daphne, I'm Barry [walks to Fred]

Fred: I'm Fred Jones

Barry: Fred Jones! Or Fred the… Leader! Fred the Leader! It's nice to meet you as well [the two shake hands. Then he walks to Velma] and your…

Velma: Velma Dinkley

Barry: And you provide the intelligence. Which has me to call you Velma the Tech Intelligent! I'm Barry

Velma: It is an honoured pleasure to meet you Barry. And we would like to welcome you to the Mystery Incorporated where we solve the biggest mysteries around the whole world [Barry's eyes sparkle with wonder when he is welcomed to the Mystery Incorporated]

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

ALSO. HIIII good evening <3 holding microphone up to u. i would love ur scion thoughts post-interlude!! if u have any!! i know u have Opinions on him i wanna know how the redstringing's going!!!!

OH DUDE I HAVE SOOOOOOOOOOOO MANY FUCKING OPINIONS. GOD. WHAT THE FUCK . WAS NOT EXPECTING 2 LEARN THIS INFORMATION WHEN I WAS TIPSY ON CLOWN WINE AT MIDNIGHT BUT ALAS HERE WE FUCKING ARE I GUESS. CASUAL WORM READING EXPERIENCE. FUCK

okay okay okay oka. that interlude was so fucking good it both answered some of my questions and also gave me SO MANY MORE QUESTIONS. as soon as kevin started talking about being the most powerful man in the world i KNEW. i KNEW it was gonna be some scion bullshit. at first i thought it was gonna be like some... witch from beauty and the beast bullshit where he Was Actually scion just. posing as an eccentric homeless guy out of costume. which would have disappointed me i think because i am so dead set on scion Not Being Human.

WHICH. I FEEL SO STRONGLY IN MY HEART THIS CHAPTER SUPPORTED SO WELL. when they described how Simurgh first appeared floating motionless over a city. dude. dude. my first fucking thought with that was "hey that sounds like what people say about scion." he doesnt speak. his face never moves. hes extremely powerful, so far the only person powerful to drive away the endbringers. he's GOTTA be the same type of thing they are. not human, never was human, but for some reason he Looks Human. like... simurgh does too, but shes still huge and has weird proportions and the wings. scion as far as i know is normal sized and looks mostly human besides being gold. i havent figured that out yet

having a LOT OF FEELINGS about . the whole reason scion does what he does is because some miserable man with a heart of gold told him to. side note i reallyyyy really got attached to kevin i liked him a lot :( that brings into question SO MANY fucking things about the endbringers. this is full on mac ghostiezone game theory moment at this point but. i dont know where they came from, but it seems like at their first appearance they were... susceptible to orders? and this just happened to be an extremely lucky right place at the right time moment. I cant even imagine a world where scion wasnt a "hero" and was instead a force of destruction like the endbringers. which brings up the question... did anyone else try to talk to the endbringers at their first appearances? i cant IMAGINE anyone would willingly go near leviathan or behemoth considering their more monstrous dangerous appearance . but what about simurgh? im acting on the assumption that the endbringers are some sort of Creation and i dont know what their purpose is but either option 1: someone DID talk to the other 3 and it was someone with extremely bad intentions and gave them the orders to become what they are now or option 2: nobody said shit to them and theyre acting on base instinct????? idk. im viewing the endbringers more like. animals or natual disasters than anything and i dont know if thats exactly correct to do but its how my brain works. so.

the big difference between them is that... scion acts with a Goal, where the endbringers seem more like forces of nature that dont really act with any sort of. purpose. simurgh is the exception to this though since she went out of her way to obscure the information about power origins from reaching dragon and also the way she acts makes it seem like... she Knows something. i dont know i still have sooo many questions.

im REALLY worried about whats gonna happen now that kevin gave him the new order to kill. im really worried its gonna be like a monkeys paw situation where... maybe one or all of the endbringers will die, but then what the fuck does he do after that. come back to whats her name (is it lisette?) for more orders? theres no guarantee lisette will be anywhere near as. idk. selfless? as kevin? that feels wrong. idk. she seemed scared of that situation and didnt want the responsibility placed on her so what if she avoids it and never gives scion any other orders???? will he just fall back on old programming and start killing other "bad" things???? is THIS how the fucking apocalypse starts. this has gotta be connected to the apocalypse in some way i can feel it in my bones. scion with kill orders makes me feel crazy.

[bisexualfagdyke]

"Making a self-insert to ship with Logan Wolverine..." plsssss talk about your oc!!!

TEEHEE. Stares at you with my big wet autistic eyes. I love you anon 💘 (WARNING: cringe self-indulgent furry bullshit. I am not a writer or good at / used to making OCs)

SO !!! Her name is Kitty-Lou, but just Kitty is fine. She is a lop bunny mutant!! She has bunny traits (ears, tail, paws, etc.) and I'm currently debating if she has powers or not, (like regeneration or immortality, just bcuz I don't want her to Die or grow old when Logan doesn't yknow?!?) I was heavily debating making her a cat or a golden retriever / labrador (these are both animals I identify with) but I think a bunny is right for her. She is like, a complete projection of myself (and everything I want to be) lolz bcuz I don't know how to make OCs that aren't like that, but also bcuz she is a self-insert/persona for a selfship, yknow. For now, she is a femme bi veldigirl (she/her – though I am considering adding more pronouns too) and an adfeminine girlthing trans man + also catbungender !!! (basically just like me lolz) (and she is autistic amd BPD if that's relevant :3)

ONTO THE LORE. Basically, she is a seamstress who owns a clothing / tailor shop (that is also a flower shop bcuz.... I WANTED IT TO BE BOTH AND I CAN DO WHAT I WANT!!) that is specifically for mutants who have unique features (tails, wings, amongst many many others!!) ^_^ so she makes clothes, or alters clothes, to be accessible for mutants! She also grows her own flowers, for her shop (she has a lot of colourful flower tattoos as well), and grows vegetables to sell in town. She lives in an apartment above her shop!

So, where Logan comes in. I decided that he goes under extreme stress or a rlly bad situation, and it triggers further mutations in him (is this x-men lore accurate? Who knows. I don't care.) and he grows a tail and ears!!! I DO WHATEVER I WANT!!! He is a cat, to me, but his tail is rlly big and fluffy like a snow leopard or smthing >0< !! And yes so he goes to Kitty's shop :3 (I am somewhat debating how they first meet, but this seems like it makes the most sense). and I think he definitely struggles with becoming more "obviously" a mutant, bcuz he has never experienced that before!! And Kitty helps him with that, bcuz she is used to it.

THATS ALL I HAVE SO FAR!!! It's very new and a WIP so yeah :3c ... if anyone has any suggestions LET ME KNOW!!!! Bcuz I am not very creative tbh, and I definitely am gonna struggle building off of this from here :,) . I have no idea where I want their story to go lolz. Anyway, I have a Pinterest board for Kitty-Lou here: https://pin.it/1XbOtS191 (preview under the cut !!)

[starblubberball]

Prompt: While messing with the wand Janna accidentally curses herself to become the worst thing, a fat bunny girl that can only be satiated with carrot desserts

~ BwwWW- BOOOM! ~

A loud blast and explosion is heard coming out from Star's bedroom, it was so thunderous that it almost caused a quake in all Echo Creek... But what could have caused this? Could it be Star trying to make something she hasn't even tried yet? Could it have been her practicing to get her magic back to normal?

None of that... From a huge cloud of pink mist and a constant coughing, something would emerge from the clouds of magic... A pair of tubby rabbit paws would lightly stomp in the ground, and a familiar voice could be heard...

"Cough cough! Ugh... Alright, I guess I deserved that... My head hurts...".

As soon as the mist disappeared, what could be seen was a extremely obese, wide and confused rabbit humanoid, with a pair of long ears, a twitchy pink nose, long, adorable teeth, and coated on white fur with a few light brown patches around on it... As well as a really stretched out yellow skirt, a dark blue short coat, a dark green shirt, and most remarkably, a green beanie that couldn't cover the rabbit's ears.

It was Janna, who seemed to have finally gotten something in exchange for maybe trying to "borrow" or play around with Star's wand.

"Phew!... O-kay... I am going to leave that in here and uhh...- HUH!?".

Just right when she was about to put down the wand, she could notice her white furred paws, just turning around immediately to Star's strange mirror/phone hybrid, and being surprised by herself turned into a rabbit.

"GAH! What the-!? W-What did the wand-!?".

One thing would have been getting a part of her body swapped or change, or even turning into a monster, but turning into an adorable, extra, extra cuddly and padded morbidly obese rabbit girl was not one of the things she would like, mostly based on her usual attitude and hating being seen as... Cute.

"Awww c'mon! I knew I shouldn't have taken Star's wand, but you could have at least turned me into- I dunno, a blob-like beast? Maybe a dragon? A demon at least!".

Janna yelled towards the wand that simply laid down in Star's extra wide bed, just to turn around again to the mirror, looking at herself, putting her tubby paws around her whole body, even noticing how she remained largely obese as she was... Her shock would be interrupted by a sudden ~ GrrRRRWwwwlll... ~ that her huge belly released, and getting Janna's furry cheeks to go pink.

"Not now... Uuugh, I have to find a way to change myself back! I can't stay like this any longer! I don't wanna look like this-! This... Th... This... Mmmh... Damn it, I'm craving for some carrot cake now...".

Janna patted her fur coated gut with both hands as she looked around for something that she could use to calm her belly down... Until a sudden flashing light was viewed from where the wand was left.

Just when Janna turned around, she would notice that a large carrot cake was laying in Star's bed, it looked pretty big, very well made and... Delicious, above everything else.

"... Carrot... Ca- N-Nononono, Janna, control yourself, you don't need that... Ha! I ain't falling for that one, Star's... Stupid wand! It's gonna take much more to... T-To get me distracted!".

Janna was already chanting victory before anything, feeling her belly gurgling and growling again, demanding for some of that cake to be shoved into her mouth... Janna did her best to ignore the screams of hunger from her gut, but it was not enough.

"M-Mmhh... C'mon, you can't make me fall for that... You would need much more for-!".

Just like it was listening to Janna, the wand would start making large carrot cakes to start spawning around the room, they all looking just at the first one.

Janna's pupils shrunk as she saw how one cake became two, then from two now we're four, and so on... That would only make Janna release a little sight out of realization.

"Uuugh... Y'know what? Screw it".

And so, Janna went right away to where the cakes were spawning, starting to shove chunks of the delicious, magical pastry work into her mouth, beginning to soothe the demands of her belly, just enjoying herself as she laid down in Star's bed while eating.

"Mmooph... Aummph... Yeah, I'll jusht'sh change back later... Not'sh gonna let'sh deshe carrot'sh cakesh to go to washte".

The end :)

[pixies-and-poets]

Of Verses and Curses: Chapter Six

Author’s notes:

THIS CHAPTER WASN’T SUPPOSED TO EXIST! Honestly, it wasn’t in my plans at all, and it was just supposed to be the first part (where Sweets and Dryad are eavesdropping in the forest), and then go straight into what’s now going to be the next chapter. However, as I was writing, I thought of the idea for this part and felt like it would naturally slot in and provide some important development, and prevent things from feeling like they were moving too fast. In other words, this part is important, and I am fond of it, but it almost wasn’t here at all! I also wrote pretty much this whole thing tonight in a fit of fevered typing, which is unusual for me as I typically work on these chapters gradually! Whew! My wrists hurty!

Next chapter is gonna be kinda heavy, but this one? Naw, still fluffy happy bunny times!

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six - Friends of the Forest

The days passed, and not a one without the fallen singer and the former poet seeing each other. Dinner turned into walks in the woods, and walks in the woods turned into sitting by the riverbank, and spending time in the evening and afternoon turned into spending time in the starlight. There was always so very much to discuss; and yet they began to find that they enjoyed each other’s presence even in silence.

It was the talk of the town.

On the fifth day, Sweetlopek, who had barely seen his best friend all week, was spending the fine morning in the woods with Dryad. She was feeling out trees, floating upwards to run her paws along their bark and branches; sensing which limbs were weak and likely to break off in future windstorms, so that he could go ahead and trim them.

“Hmm,” she was murmuring with a smile, her hand on large tree. “I was afraid of this one not recovering from darkmess poisoning… but it seems to be doing better and better. Not every plant out here was so-”

Suddenly her partner slid behind the massive trunk and took her by the paw, pulling her back there with him.

“Sweets!” she said, blushing. “Now’s really not the time-”

He shook his head, hissed “shh!” and pointed out into the distance. It was then that Dryad noticed the chatter and laughter of two deep voices coming from some distance away. The two of them peered out carefully and saw Woodrow and the Phantom come out into a clearing. They were smiling together - Woodrow was positively giddy. Sweets could scarcely believe his eyes. Was he… was he goofing off?! He was kicking up the leaves with his hindpaws…

“You do miss one thing by not having legs,” came his voice faintly. “The feel of the leaves and the earth under your feet. I wish you could feel it-”

“Mmm,” the voice of the Phantom reached the lumberjack and the dryad, as they saw him put his hand to his mouth in thought. “I think I can feel it well enough.” He then suddenly plopped his large floating body down in a pile of leaves, sending them flying up in a flurry, some of them landing on Woodrow like a splash. The erstwhile poet laughed like a child.

In another minute they were gone, and Sweetlopek and Dryad emerged from their hiding spot. Dryad was grinning, clasping her hands together in joy.

“Well, would you look at that!” she exclaimed. “I know what I’m seeing. The same thing I saw in you, Sweetie, when we-”

But she stopped short, noticing the unhappy expression on her darling’s face. “Honey?” she said. “What’s wrong? Do you not want Woodrow to be happy?” 

When he didn’t answer, she started to become a bit upset herself, putting her hands on her hips. “Hey! Are you jealous for your friendship if he falls in love? That would be a bit rich, considering… you know.” She waved her paw back and forth between the two of them.

“It’s not that,” he said, leaning his axe against the tree. “Come on, dear. Ya know I want Woody to be happy, more than anything-”

“You just don’t like the Phantom, is that it? I can see why you wouldn’t, but… Woodrow does. That much is obvious.”

“Yer right, I don’t like ‘im,” said the lumberjack, continuing to grimace. “And it’s NOT just that he’s a celebrity fancyboy with an ego too big for this whole planet… although that don’t help. It’s just, I was afraid a’ this. That Woodrow would take to him, get caught up in his spell…”

“What’s so wrong with that, if he’s happy? I know you want to protect him, but you’ve got to let him make his own choices…”

“Listen, hun. You remember what I said a while back, about him datin’ Bea? You like Bea, right?”

“Of course. She loves nature as much as I do… she’s wonderful,” said Dryad. The warden of Terra Flora had visited Palette Prime more than once, and even spoken to the spirit of the forest, to learn some botanical secrets.

“Well, obviously she an’ Phantom ain’t together no more.”

Dryad shrugged sadly. “Sometimes things just don’t work out, I suppose...”

“Ya got that right. Look, no one’s quite sure what happened between ‘em. But everyone knows that HE broke up with HER. Straight up dumped her. By TEXT.”

The nature spirit blinked at her companion. “He… left her a message? Like a sign?”

“Text, like, on the phone,” said Sweetlopek. “...He sent her a message, yeah. Didn’t even call.”

“...O-oh,” said Dryad after a moment. “...That IS bad…”

“Yep,” grunted the lumberjack, picking up his axe again. “I wish it wasn’t the case, but this guy’s bad news. So yeah, I want Woodrow to be happy, but if Monsieur Phantom-” - he curled a corner of his own mustache mockingly -  “throws his heart away like he did with Bea…” He rubbed his hand along the handle of his axe. “Well. He hurts Woody and he’s gonna wish he never came to Palette Prime.”

“Listen, Sweets,” said Dryad, putting a hand on his shoulder. “How about this. Why don’t you invite them to dinner tonight, or tomorrow? You’ve barely had a chance to talk to the Phantom, and we’ve hardly seen Woodrow lately either. Hopefully it’ll lay some of your fears to rest.”

Sweetlopek made a face. He had mixed feelings, to say the least, about that fancy lad judging the home he had built for himself, and his cooking, and his choice of pet. But he had to admit his darling had a point. It was a good idea… he needed to observe how this guy treated his best friend, up close and personal.

—

That afternoon, the lumberjack, who had needed to make a grocery trip into town as it was, stood in front of the clouded house on Paletteville’s outskirts and rapped on its door. A few moments passed, and he sighed. He had expected nothing less. Of course he’d be out, with you-know-who. Sweetlopek would have to ask around and hunt them down elsewhere. But then, just as he was about to leave- a voice cried out from inside.

“Sweets! Just a moment!”

Sweetlopek waited, and after several more seconds, the door opened. Woodrow was inside, hatless, his coat half-buttoned, his bowtie not on yet.

“Uh, am I interrupting something?” the woodsman asked.

“Oh, not at all. I was just washing up and getting ready for tonight,” he said with a smile. “But I looked out the window and saw it was you. Come in, won’t you?”

“Well- actually, I won’t be long,” said the lumberjack.

Woodrow stuck out his lip, pouting a bit. “But I’ve hardly seen you for days!”

And whose fault is that? the woodsman thought, but he didn’t say it. What he did say was: “Actually, that’s what I came to ask ya ‘bout. Uh, you seem to have plans fer tonight already, but maybe tomorrow… me an’ Dryad were thinkin’ you could have dinner with us? And… uh, you can invite yer- you can invite Mr. Phantom too.”

Woodrow smiled in delighted surprise. “No, tonight would be wonderful!” he said. “We were just going to eat at one of the local restaurants, but to break bread with friends would be far more splendid. I have so desperately wanted you and him and Dryad to get to know each other better, but… I didn’t want to impose.”

Sweetlopek smiled and put his hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Alright then, I better get going on my grocery run. How ‘bout I see you at seven, then?”

The warden clasped his hands joyfully. “Oh, my dear friend! How very kind of you! How my heart runneth over with joy-” then suddenly his ears perked up and his face grew serious. “Oh, but Sweets- you must do me a great favor.”

Sweetlopek’s eyebrows raised. “Anything, buddy.”

“Well…” said Woodrow, with a sheepish smile. “You… you mustn’t mention a word to Tom of my… affliction. And you must tell Dryad to do the same. You must both act as though I am just a normal poet, with writer’s block.”

Tom?! was Sweetlopek’s first thought. And his second, which he said out loud, was: “Wait- yer affliction? You mean yer luck? He doesn’t know?!”

Woodrow shook his head so quickly that his ears jiggled back and forth. “He does not,” he said, blushing. “I’ve… kept it from him, thus far. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, as they say.” Suddenly, his voice turned uncharacteristically defiant. “And why should I tell him? As long as I write not, as long as my poems lie dormant in my heart, why should it matter?”

The lumberjack crossed his arms, amazed that Woodrow had managed to spend every day with this guy and keep hidden the most important circumstance of his life. “Look, Woody, if you… uh… if you wanna be close with someone, ya can’t keep a secret like that forever.”

The warden sighed and looked down at his hands. “I know,” he said. “I know. I… I will tell him. But the time is not right. I… I wish to know he will still care about me, when I do.”

Sweetlopek frowned, dead serious, and touched his friend on the arm. “Ya got reason to doubt that he will?”

“Oh, no,” said Woodrow. “I just… you know.” He looked up at his friend with a sad smile. “I just worry. So many people have turned me away. Not you. And hopefully not him. But so many.”

“Well, y’know me an’ Dryad never will,” said the lumberjack to his best friend. “So… see you later, Woody.” He turned and trundled off towards the bridge.

—

Sweetlopek’s dining room seemed far too small for four people, especially when one of them was a larger-than-life ghost. Still, somehow, they were making it work; Dryad's pixie-like form was dwarfed by the three giant men around her. She was seated next to Sweetlopek, of course, and across from Woodrow; Sweets had subtly contrived to sit across from the Phantom. To try and keep an eye on him.

“Well, I hope yer likin’ the food well enough,” said the lumberjack as Phantom took another bite of the vegetable soufflé the woodsman had prepared. “It ain’t fine dining, but it keeps the belly full.”

The ghost took a gulp. “It’s honestly quite delicious. My compliments to the chef, Monsieur- no! Signor Sweetlopek. Alliteration is quite wonderful, no? Warden Woodrow, Signor Sweetlopek… Dame Dryad…”

Dryad smiled, charmed, while Sweetlopek tried not to roll his eyes. “Indeed, er… Fancy Phantom. Phancy with a PH.”

Phantom laughed uproariously, and Sweetlopek did not fail to notice an involuntary smile coming to Woodrow’s own face at the sound- even what seemed like a sigh of pleasure.

“Your friend is a funny one, Tristan,” said Phantom, elbowing Woodrow. “Pity we have not truly met sooner!”

Sweet tried not to spit his mouthful of mead out upon hearing Tristan. Instead he swallowed quickly and nodded.

The dinner continued, as the smell of the apple pie baking for dessert grew to increasingly fill the room. The lumberjack and the dryad noticed that their new guest was quick to talk about himself, and had an endless litany of anecdotes from onstage and backstage with which to regale them. Aside from being rather full of hot air (literally), Sweet had to admit he did not seem particularly objectionable. Although Woodrow seemed plenty content to sit back and listen, Phantom often turned to him and asked for his input, and said silly little things which seemed to be already-forming inside jokes between the two.

“So, Mr. Phantom,” said Dryad at one point. “How are you finding Palette Prime so far?”

“It is even more lovely than I could have hoped,” said Phantom. “Perhaps a certain nature spirit has a hand in that?”

“Oh, shush,” said Dryad.

“And its people seem quite healthy and happy,” added Phantom. “Perhaps for that I can thank its warden.”

Woodrow giggled. Sweetlopek decided he might as well not drink any more tonight, because he kept almost spitting it out.

“I’m glad yer enjoyin’ it here,” said the lumberjack after a swallow. “How long do you plan to stay?”

Phantom was quiet for a moment. “Well, it was recommended that I stay for a month, and see if my voice has improved at all. Unless for some reason it gets worse. After that, if there’s no change… I suppose perhaps I should try elsewhere, or go back to seeking other treatments.”

During this statement, Sweetlopek discreetly looked at his friend. Woodrow was sadly poking at his food, his ears flopping. It was easy enough to tell that he was distraught at the idea of that month being over.

“Uh, well-” said Sweetlopek, hardly believing what he was about to say, “If ya DO like it here, and it seems to help yer voice, yer always welcome to stay. I know we’re not the most excitin’ planet, but it’s a good place to be. I’m not quite sure where you call home now, but…”

“I more or less reside in Spooky Trails, in the Mushroom Kingdom,” he answered, “where I was born. Although I am something of a nomad these days.”

“You were born in the Mushroom Kingdom? I thought all the Rabbids that live there now were from a dif’rent dimension.”

“Yes, I was born there,” said Phantom quietly. “Whatever Rabbid existed before I met Spawny was not me.”

“I see,” said Sweetlopek, a bit awkwardly. “Er- I think the pie’ll be ready. Lemme go check.”

A few minutes later, each of them had a hot slice of pie before them, topped with a scoop of vanilla ice cream. It was quite wonderful, and each of them hardly felt like talking in between devouring the dessert. Phantom was the first to finish, and sat back, looking delighted.

“A fabulous meal,” he said happily. “Dear Woodrow has an excellent choice in companions. You two have been friends since childhood, he tells me?”

“Yup,” said the lumberjack, who was distracted by his last few bites of pie. “I’ve been lookin’ out for him since we were kids.”

“Oh?” said Phantom. “Anything in particular you’ve had to look out for?”

“Well, y’know,” said Sweetlopek, still in a rapture of ice cream and pie, “Sometimes I’ve caught things right outta the sky before they could fall on his head. I used to be a lot taller than him, y’know, so that made it easy. What with his poems, I try to be there to-” suddenly he froze, and not with a brainfreeze. He looked up in horror at Woodrow, who was staring at him mortified.

“Things falling out of the sky?” Phantom asked, leaning forward in curiosity.

“Ah- yeah! Nuts ‘n stuff. An’ like, squirrels that jump outta the trees! Since we spent so much time in the woods as boys! And I was way taller’n him, before he went through his- through his growth spurt.”

“I see, I see,” said Phantom, settling back again. “And you were saying, about his poems?”

“Oh, just that I always try to be there to listen to ‘em,” said the lumberjack with a grin he hoped was convincing. “I like bein’ the first person to hear ‘em, if I can! It’s always an honor.”

“Indeed,” said the ghost. “It’s an honor I hope to share sometime- if that’s alright with you, of course. When our mutual friend’s inspiration returns, that is!” He turned to Woodrow and gave him a little pat on the hand. The warden’s ears were stiff and straight up, and it looked like he was slightly hyperventilating, but at the touch, he calmed down a bit.

Soon they had all finished their food, and Sweetlopek offered to start cleaning up, embarrassed by how close he had come to betraying his friend’s trust. The other three moved to the living room, where they chatted by the fireplace and played with Chipper the beaver.

When Sweets had finished in the kitchen, he rejoined the others. It was getting late, and the guests got ready to leave. Woodrow stood up, put on his hat, which was hanging by the door, and grabbed his umbrella. 

“It was most wonderful to get to know the two of you better,” said Phantom, with a grandiose bow. “Of course, I already cherished you, as the most beloved friends of my own bosom friend. And now I can say that you certainly merit the sentiment.”

“Nice to meet you too,” said Sweetlopek, feeling no discrepancy between his blunt words and the Phantom’s flowery phrases. He had been speaking to Woodrow for most of his life, after all. “Feel free to drop in anytime.”

“I hope to see you around the Spellbound Woods, too!” Dryad said cheerily.

Woodrow smiled at his two dear friends. “Thank you for having us,” he said. His gaze lingered on Sweetlopek for a second, and he smiled, as if to assure him that his near-mistake earlier was forgiven. “I am… most fortunate to have you in my life. Most lucky indeed.”

“Farewell, Dame Dryad and Signor Sweetlopek!” said Phantom, and as they turned to leave the house, he extended his arm. Woodrow looked at it, for a moment at a loss, and then suddenly hooked his own arm through it. And then off they went.

When they had gone some ways down the path, and Sweetlopek had closed the door, Dryad looked at him. “They’re not… together yet, are they?”

Sweetlopek shrugged. “Don’t think so. I think the Phantom is just like that.”

“Well,” said Dryad with a smile, crossing her arms and bumping the lumberjack with her shoulder. “See? He was positively charming, wasn’t he? And so kind with Woodrow. Nothing to worry about.”

“For now,” said Sweetlopek.

“Come on, love. You still aren’t convinced?”

“I just want to keep an eye on ‘em, is all,” said the lumberjack. “He IS happy. And I can only hope he stays that way.” He shook his head, and sat down in his armchair by the fire. “But… this whole thing where he won’t write poems. I’m amazed he’s kept it up for almost a week. I dunno how long he can last.”

“Yeah…” Dryad said in concern, drifting over and sitting next to him in the chair. “Poetry is how he expresses himself, like you with your carving. And there are things he’s going to need to express to Phantom, that much is obvious.”

“Exactly,” said Sweetlopek. “Let’s both just watch out for him, alright?”

“We always do,” said Dryad. Sweetlopek smiled, and held her close. She was so kind, and good, and had come to care about his friend as much as he did. He relaxed by the fire, with his darling at his side, and his pet beaver jumped up into his lap to join them. The lumberjack let himself stop worrying about his friend, for the rest of the night. Maybe Woodrow was loved, not just by the two of them, but by someone else as well. Maybe things would be alright after all…

[harloqui]

Weirdwolf

I'm noticing something about my wolf form that's kinda having me questioning whether it's actually a wolf or not... while I'm laying there, I can kinda tell what I'm gonna become, what shape I'll take, etc. Wolf form has shorter hind legs than any wolf I've seen so far. In fact, my back slopes similar to a show German Shepard.

Wolf shifters aren't exactly real wolves, so some degree of deviation would be expected... but I don't know if that would apply to my legs only?

And here, since it might be hard for others to understand how I'm getting so confused, I drew a picture of just what I feel and "see" when shifting:

I know my muzzle is black, I suspect the rest of me is black, my paws don't have rough pads like canines do (there's pads, but they're less pronounced, they're almost like the "pawpads" of human feet in texture), I have a broad chest and a lot of fur, especially on my back and tail (the length you're seeing there is mostly just fur lol). I know I'm a social animal, I wouldn't mind a pack or family with me and being solitary doesn't seem right, although that could just be my human personality and not applicable to what I become.

This isn't anything spiritual, so I can't trigger a shift in the same way I would a non-physical shift and analyze it further. It'd be easier if I could. I can try, but I don't get too far, and I'm worried about accidentally placebo'ing it and seeing what I want to see, instead of what is actually there. I've tried looking into hyenas again, but something about them doesn't seem quite right... my mind seems insistent on wolf right now, either because there's not enough evidence to conclude hyena or because I really am just an atypical wolf.

I guess I'll have to wait again till another shift happens! ...whenever that is...

[bigbadmuerte]

"You want to help me?" He scoffs. "Don't you have souls to claim? People are dying all of the time. Why are you wasting your time with two mortals?" Despite his tone, the question does come from a place of genuine disbelief. "And," he continues, "to address your point. Right now it continues to be a matter of survival. I don't know how to handle all of this right now. I barely know where I am. When I am safe and in my element again, then, perhaps, I can focus on my emotional wellbeing." His voice softens a bit and he tries for a reassuring smile. "I know you both hate the person I might have become in this future, but I'm not him now and I have no intention of becoming him. The future isn't set in stone."

Death takes his time before answering, partly so he can get his paws at least semi-dry, partly so he can bat down rising irritation. No intentions of becoming Belos. Sure. No one ever had the intention of becoming a megalomaniac. It wasn't a popular career goal for kids. And yet, at one point, Phillip had become Belos. He could see it happening again, easily.

Now that his hands are clean, he fills up the tea kettle and places it on the stove, sifting through the cabinets to try and find tea and cups while the water boils. "People will die and their souls will manage so long as I'm around," he finally replies. "I don't have to do much of anything, and ferrying people personally gets boring after a time. There's only so many times you can hear the same story about not wanting to die or about regrets before you need a break."

He sets out three mismatched mugs, hands lingering for a moment too long on the third one. "I'm not one for lies. If Azura didn't care about you, I wouldn't give you a second of my time. But for some reason, she's fond of you. So now I'm here, trying, for some insane reason, to help you. And I don't do things halfway, even if I'm not thrilled about having to do them in the first place. If you want my help, you have it." Death shoots Phillip a glare. "But that's conditional. If you start becoming cruel again, if you hurt her again, I'm gone. Then I won't be help, I'll be a problem. Got it?"

The smile looks off to him, even if it's perfectly amicable. A smile on Phillip's face doesn't look right, not one like that at least. Not a genuine smile. It makes the fur on the back of his neck stand up. "I don't think you understand. You won't have an element now. You're gonna have to make one for yourself. Preferably without harming others this time. There's nothing in this world you'll recognize."

[theorist-influencer-untitled]

6.16.24 Sunday

1:09 am

Still,have windblow...

I feel bitterish that I know there are some cases in life that we need to let go... It is bullshit, my deep inside....I feel jealous but it is nonsense,coz I have no existence...

They don't take me seriously....I need to get a job and I badly need money... Not selling myself... I know I had friends but they are all gone or what?

Some group stole everything from me, the bf that I wanted and my stuff... They just planned to make me ugly,fat and old and to fade like my blemish on my butt that I need to bleach just for the sake of personal achievement... I wanna remove the feeling that I'm ugly!

It is just really sad ish-ish... and Daniel is not confirming.... What am I gonna do?

I feel ugly and waiting me to be fat since 2007 is unfair,totally unfair...

1:25 am

Still,have windblow...

I don't know after JEALOUS, this weird FEAR that I'm feeling now... I'm losing my maturity that I feel bitter...My inside is up and down... That I know this will never change if I will not do a thing like the "intentional thing"...

The FEAR that I have now is weird... It is a mixed-up FEAR of I don't know...

1:40 pm

Still,have windblow...

It is weird Fear.... Why??? What??? FEAR? I shouldn't feel this way... It is maturity... I feel like crying coz it will fade as well....I feel that I wasted 17 years trying to comprehend everything and I'm able to complete that maturity but then some force is trying to shake that maturity and I feel that it is fading...

Fear of becoming 7 again, fear of hating and loving someone....Why, I have this FEAR...

1:57 am

Still,have windblow...

Was it the thunder or thunderbolt? Which confuses me so much, is it LOVE???But I lost it... It never grow for 17 years... Is that ish-ish? Or the other armpits of a particular someone? FEAR coz I don't wanna pull you down and the other part of me it will hunt me if I can't see it clearly...

Fear of having no one that I LOVE....

Fear of thinking too much of HIM...

8:58 am

Still,have windblow...

Uncle DD and Aunt Karen are not here... I wonder what time they went out...

9:02 am

It is "HappyBlessed Sunday"...

Thanks,Harvey ( brother of Aunt Karen) for treating us a taho...

9:33 am

Still,have windblow...

Seeing this news story that caught my attention and I'm so fucking frustrated dermatologist/ psychiatrist then I suddenly remember Doc Mitch/ My Mitchang... Hoping to see her again and she will know that hey! If I was matured back then I'm a dermatologist/psychiatrist by now... But we shouldn't blame the situation that happened coz probably it happened for a reason.

Well, during high-school I told my friends that I will be a doctor for kids or pedia coz I used to love kids but in a way, I thought I was matured that time but not yet....

Not yet untilI got divirginized at 22 then had some relationships on and off and heartbreaks and ldr ( long distance relationship).

Even I if did 69 thrice,all were after college with a bf... Not yet that I'm matured until year 2013 that I fully finished reading the bible. So, it was really 2013 that I was really or became an adult.

Then, seeing this news, it is something shocking...

Incest... Incest...

That I'm supposed to be incest with my cousin-white... But seeing him thrice on a reunion I told myself that he is my cousin and on first degree that we all need to be decent... Because I was innocent time that I saw him on our family reunion on my biological father's side... Not until I read the bible 2013...

Then,who cares if I end up with my first cousin who is an american but it didn't happen. But it must be "mutual"... Must be mutual...

10:30 am

John accidentally scratched me on my lower right leg by kicking me using his back paw but this is being a mother...But I don't want to be a cheap mother....I'm trying to trim his nails which we always had have a fight on trimming his nails. It is just really weird John hates trimming his nail but he loves to bathe or shower. Supposed to be I will bring him to the grooming shop but I'm broke now...

And the main point that this is natural if you are a fur-mom but I don't wanna be cheap.I still need to keep my ointments with me...

I always need to have this aside from my Restmin Kowa and Mupirucin. But this green ointment is all in 1, in a way... A great green ointment like my "lil green fingers"....

10:35 am

Uncle DD and Aunt Karen are here already and Uncle DD looked for Uncle Jun, I said probably working today and he said supposed to be they will clean the kitchen...

10:46 am

Grrrr... I slapped him telling him John look what you did while slapping his face and tapping his front paw then his face will cry and I will kiss his face that I can't scold him anymore on this...

But I hate having scratches on my skin but I will be ohkay if I have my ointments with me and my bleaching creams and bodyscrubs coz I don't wanna be a cheap mother... Gets, angels?

I'm still vain and will be....I love dogs and will always love dogs and most specially John...He is my son-dog... But I need to maintain some stuff for my skin...

10:59 am

Thank God in a way he let me become "wolverina" yah know it will be gone in a lil while or heal... But with that "great green ointment" with me as always!!!

But I need to be careful coz I'm still vain... I like my skin perfect and smooth like Barbie but I can't afford to lose John or I still want more dogs... Looking forward...

11:42 am

Still,have windblow...

I will try to recall the younger days of John with me here... John was brought by Uncle DD and Aunt Karen here when he was 2 months old then I didn't like him at the start but I love Huskies. Actually,John is my 2nd Husky....The first one was Wendy but she went out of our garage and I wasn't able to find her again... It added to my depression after heartbreak....So, I was brokenhearted time that I got a new puppy husky it was Wendy but I wasn't that matured the time... I wasn't able to teach her any tricks but she just keep on running and I always carry her on my arms like a baby... I fed her and washed her but my awareness on my environment were not yet matured... So, probably it happened for a reason I lost my first fur husky baby then I'm so thankful that John came to me here most specially during time of pandemic lockdown baby-John became my bliss...

We are together through thick and thin... Then,I bought him using my savings and allowance and all of his vaccines were all my own money everytime I had have a work... It thought me a responsibility in life that it needs to be taken cared of coz it is a dog that has life...

A dog that has a kid's soul coz I've learned everything when I first handled John, he was a baby like a "tabula-rasa" and now I'm so happy with all the hours,minutes,seconds and days and months and years that introducings words to him like a human baby,now it is all worth it! Though,still a bit stubbornish...

Uncle Jun contributed on sit and cross legs but the rest were all mine...The wait, down,beg and "talk" that other said it is "speak", words or communicating on him like human were all coming from me...

But seeing John on his childhood days learning the sit and cross-legs were a difficult time as well on both of them ( with Uncle Jun ). Days come that John didn't like to eat with Uncle Jun but if it is with me he will eat. The start of our relationship to be his fur-mommy. As I observed John becoming super stressed-out on sit and cross legs command taught by Uncle Jun. John looses his weight and didn't want to eat anymore, so I took over on John and that was the beginning of him becoming my son-dog.

At first I didn't like John coz I said why is he here? Who will take care of him or who will give him allowance? But in a lil while, we got along then he became my son-dog...

From the past months I really planned to hire a teacher for John, coz I want him to learn more about "obedience" but I want a personal teacher coz I grew-up like that, some kind of a princess-like upbringing... Then,if he is well- trained that's the time I will let him mingle if there are other dogs who are as well, well-trained...

But good thing on Baby-John he is a way matured... He will not actually fight on a small female doggies... He loves to sniff their butt or vaginaz coz probably he is male... hahaha So,funny thing about John...

There were nights and days I didn't sleep coz he was bugging me to get his toy, wherever he accidentally threw it anywhere here in the house such as under the sofa or under the table or under the chair, he just naturally learned to bark as a symbol of calling me if he needs my help like getting his toy for him...

There were weeks of day and night that I didn't have money that he got sick and I just prayed and days that he had his first interaction with ticks and fleas that he was acting weirdly that he was just alone on a corner. I tried calling him John come here... He is not responding to me then I checked him he had his first ticks and fleas that he thought he will die already. But then I manually took it all away from his body... I started hugging him those days and now he is somehow aware if he doesn't feel ohkay, in a way he knows how to show it to me... But he is fierce and a strong boy... He doesn't want me to worry...

Sometimes we go out for the familiarization if accidentally he will run outside the house... But I'm avoiding that to happen... But good thing he is not running away far, sometimes he accidentally escape, John has awareness that I will get mad and he shouldn't go far away from our house... I'm avoiding him to have a fight with the other dogs,most specially street dogs.

1:06 pm

Still,have windblow...

9:34 am

Still,have windblow...

I went out going to Ely's house but Ely and Ate Eden ( his older sister ) weren't there since this afternoon according to Ely's mom...

So, no coffee for tonight and I feel down coz my system is needing of coffee everyday... I feel that I will transform to a vampirish mode... It feels like I'm losing my energy coz there is no coffee now. So,I went back here in my nest few minutes ago went up to my old childhood room and I saw some old coffee drip. In reality coffee drip has no expiration but on shops they put an expiration on the coffee or let's say it is best if consume on that particular date....

But I'm craving for latte or french vanilla or sweetish matcha.

9:43 pm

Still,have windblow...

Still,I'm serious on my credit on Lazadah and other loan app. It is just a small amount in Lazadah and I'm super stressed-out and confuse and I feel dizzy what are the items that are important or that I need to have now... I badly need lotion and oitments and my beauty soap. But I'm thinking if I will buy a laundry hanging rack or my coffee in the bottle which both cost 300 plus....My limit on Lazadah is just small amount, around 3k pesoses. I have so many needs and my toileteries now are just alternative cheap and I can't afford to go back on my original toiletries which is "Body Shop". I also want to buy a flavored coffeemate like French Vanilla or Hazelnut.

The main thing here, I don't know how to pay for it??? I need a job and money...

I can sing for a fairly 10k pesoses and will tell that on them that have sympathy and be fair that I used to have yaya and my life is really tight these days....

I still need money, angels....

I know Uncle DD and his gang have a hanging rack worth 1k coz they bought that in SM....That one I wanted but I don't have money now to buy that, as well...

10:05 pm

I'm thinking it will be rainy season I need a hanging rack for clothes... Grrrr... I wanna cry and I'm self-pitying now... I'm lacking of cleaning materials as well...

10:09 pm

I did buy the hanging rack for clothes angels coz their car ( Uncle DD and Aunt Karen ) is inside the garage and they took the space for laundry rope but in a way that is not really a place to hang clothes...

So, I did click buy the hanging rack in Lazadah.... I badly need a hanging rack for washed clothes.

[etes-secrecy-post]

Hi, before I explain my post, I want to say something important.

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Okay? Capiche? Make sense? Good, now back to the post…↓

No #OnThisDay throwback post, only exclusive for super secret blog(s). But, I have this.

Title: Aace's Music Love

Hello, February. Aace Speedster 🐺🐶⭐ asked me to draw a comic based on his relationship story with May 🐰👊💥, a friend of the Speedsters Family. So, why not! 🙂 After all, "Valentine's Day" is coming up within few days. 💘💌 So, let Aace do the talking. The floor is yours. 😊

Aace 🐺🐶⭐: A thank yew (you), cweator (creator). 😊 And Paw-llo, everyone! 😄 I'm hewe (here) to show ya my welationship (relationship) story with May 🐰👊💥. So, hewe we goes! 😄

IMPORTANT NOTE: Despite how lazy person I am 😩🥱, I decided to make something different for the coloring. And that's inspiring a Game Boy color style. 🎮🖌️🙂

○○○○○○○📘Here's his story 📖○○○○○○○

Comic 1 & 2:

Aace 🐺🐶⭐: It was snowy day, and I saw May dwinking (drinking) her nice cup of cocoa, so I hide myself fwom (from) the bushes with my guitaw (guitar) gifted from her 😳🎸. I was vewy newvious (very nervous) and blush, so I decided to take a bweath (breath) for a moment, while I was wemembewing (remembering) some few music lessons via videyow tutowial (video tutorial).

Comic 3 to 5:

Aace 🐺🐶⭐: Aftew (after) my bweak (break) fwom the bushes, I wrise (rise) up & I begin to pway (play) my guitaw with a simple swipe; May heaws (hears) my music stwings (strings).

Comic 6 & 7:

Aace 🐺🐶⭐: May tuwn (turn) around her head, and she saw me waving, and then I intwoduced (introduced) to myself. May appweciates (appreciates) me holding a guitar that she gifted me from Chwistmas (Christmas).🎁🎸😄 With that, I must commenced my own musical note to impwess (impress) her. 😁 Even though, I'm not a fan of music, I'm only gewd (good) at auto mechanics and scientific stuff fwom my pawents (from my parents). 🤔

BTW: Me 🇵🇭: I uh... I draw a different version of his guitar compare to A-Pal's version, but let's pretend to be the same.

Comic 8 & 9:

Aace 🐺🐶⭐: I cwear (clear) up my thwoat (throat), tuning my guitaw befowe (guitar before) I sing my song while pwaying (playing) my guitaw as I can! 🎶🎸 I didn't see May's weactions (reactions) 😖, though. But, I pwedict (predict) that she's not impwessed my new talent. I guess?

Comic 10 & 11:

Aace 🐺🐶⭐: Suddenly, my guitaw stwings (guitar strings) snaps entiwely (entirely), unable to play it. 😨 Yeah, I was vewy shocked because I'm not built to song or pwaying musical instwuments (instruments). I told ya... 🙁

Comic 12 & 13:

Aace 🐺🐶⭐: On the pwus (plus) side, I was vewy good spiwit (spirit) from my inexpewience (inexperience) music, and May gave me a decent thumbs up fow (for) my effowt (effort). 😊👍 She offwered (offered) me a nice cup of cocoa fwom a hot cocoa stand, and then we chat to talk about related things, ouw pewsonality (our personality), and mowe (more) while looking at the beautiful scape on wintew (winter) season. 😋☕🍫

Aace 🐺🐶⭐: Looks like, I'll be sticking with my pewsonal (personal) skills rather than pwaying music, so I'm not gonna thwow (throw) my gift from her. I'll dispway it in my bedwoom as a wemembwance (remembrance).😉🎸 So yeah, that's the end of my stowy (story). Thanks fow listening! 🙂

And that's all for now, I'll be making more Aace 🐺🐶⭐X May 🐰👊💥 relationships, this Feb! 🙂💘💌

Aace Speedster (Chowder OC) - created by ME! May (Rabbit OC) - owned by @bryan360

[moonswolfie]

Catastrophe

Kenma x gn!reader

Ah yes resorting to bad cat puns for the title

I'm finally writing a full fic for kenma again!! I can't believe it took so long (considering kenma is one of my favs) but here we are!!

an unrelated little cat sidenote, my neighbours got a new kitten and today i attempted befriending it and it ended with the kitty scratching my legs, trying to get up to reach my wiggling hand so i would say that was a great success

so i originally had this idea with kuroo but i thought it would be fun with kenma too (idk maybe i'll make a kuroo ver at some point BUT to shake it up maybe put it in a fantasy au)

Today is a very very strange day for Kenma. Mainly because he woke up in a cat's body.

At first he thought it was some sort of dream. I mean, who just wakes up as a cat at 3 AM with no explanation whatsoever? But Kenma's hopes gradually got crushed as no matter what he did, he remained a cat.

Is this some kind of punishment? What will his parents say when they find a cat instead of their son? Will he ever turn back?!

The thought of never being able to get that video game he was eyeing for a while now was an absolute nightmare. They won't sell a video game to a freaking cat, that's for sure.

The first order of buisness is getting out of the house. He definitely does not want to be found by his mom in this state. So he awkwardly pawed at the window until he managed to get it open, slipping through and jumping down to the ground.

But what does he do now? Cats don't really have much to do, do they?

He lived a good 17 years as a human, atleast. But now he's just another stray cat. His family will probably freak out once they can't find him anywhere and then there will be missing posters everywhere.

Kuroo will lose a friend and the team will lose a setter. He doesn't mind not playing volleyball anymore but he can't help but worry about Kuroo. They're good friends, after all. He has a feeling Kuroo won't take the news well, even if the two don't seem very close at times.

He sighed, laying down at the side of the road. This is the most troublesome thing that's happened to him in a while, and if he wasn't a cat, he would probably cry right now. How is this even possible in the first place?

He let the hours slip by, people walking past him. Some of them tried to pet him, but they quickly backed off after he hissed and pawed their hands away. Life as a cat was quite peaceful for now, but that didn't help in the slightest since that meant he had nothing to do but think of his predicament.

All of the secret videogame strategies he developed were for naught now too, and that bothers him a whole lot. Not just that, but he never got to see the good ending to a game he was still playing through yesterday.

Becoming a cat is a very horrible thing, indeed.

By now, students were already leaving to go home. Wait, they're already going back?! He almost feels sick, his perception of time is already completely lost. Not that it was very strong to begin with, considering his late night gaming sessions. But still, he shut his eyes, not wanting to look at the scene any longer.

He was about to leave the spot to go to a quieter place to mull his life over some more when...

"Pspspsps, here kitty kitty..." he knows that voice. His big cat eyes shot open to find you, his crush, kneeling in front of him with one hand outstretched. If he knew anything about you, it would be that you always try to befriend stray cats when you see them.

Normally he found it endearing, but now it was a different kind of emotion that he could quite describe with words (or, well, meows).

He was frozen in place. What the hell do you even do in this situation? But when he saw you get up and pout at an unsuccessful cat seducution, he made up his mind. If he's gonna be turned into a cat, he might as well get some pets and scratches from his crush out of it. He can't let you move on now.

He bounced to you on his little paws and reveled at the way your face lit up when doing so. You knelt back down as he rubbed against your legs, petting him.

He absolutely adored the way you smiled down at him and unintentionally purred when you rubbed him under his chin. If he wasn't a cat, he would be embarrased right now.

Buuut, since cats generally don't have a reputation or worry about what people think of them, this wasn't really a problem anymore. He still had a hard time with accepting that, though.

You got up after a couple of minutes, satisfied. You waved Kenma goodbye with the sweetest pout ever and he decided then and there to let you love him a little more. Suddenly feeling his mischevious side come out, he bounced behind you, determined to follow you home.

You didn't notice him until he meowed behind you, and he swears that his heart melted at the sight of your excitement when seeing that a cat wants to stay by your side. You let him follow you, checking back every minute or so to see if he's still behind you. Eventually, you stopped in front of your house.

"Now what will I do with you, buddy..." you pat his soft little head, smiling sadly at him. "I don't even know if you have an owner and my parents surely won't let you stay just like that..." There's no way Kenma's going to sleep outside tonight, though. He's already shivering at the thought. Besides, maybe you have some videogames that he can watch you play.

"Bye bye, kitty..." you said sadly, unlocking your front door. As soon as it cracked open, Kenma bolted inside. "Hey- Uhh, wait!!" you scrambled in after him, slamming the front door behind you. You quickly ran to the living room, where Kenma was happily situated on the couch next to your dad.

"What is this?" Your dad pointed to Kenma, annoyance evident in his voice.

"It followed me home and just ran in when I opened the door!" you defended yourself, though you were already planning things to use against your dad in order to convince him to let the cat stay.

"Well, get it out then." he said, slightly nudging Kenma who hissed and refused to move from his spot.

"Dad.... you know how I've been good recently... I even passed my math exam..."

"No, it can't stay."

"But dad! You know how much I love cats. And you have to admit it's cute." At this, Kenma intentionally rolled over on his stomach and acted cute, internally cringing. These are the lengths he has to go to sleep in a warm place as a cat.

Your dad stared at Kenma, sighing. "Fine. But only for one night AND if mom agrees."

"Yayyy!! I love you, dad!!" he huffed at your excited response as if he wasn't won over by Kenma's cuteness and you excitedly ran to your mom, who was cleaning the dust in the bedroom. "Mom! So, a cat followed me home and-"

"Let me guess, you want to keep it..." you paused a bit at her annoyed response, ultimately not letting that destroy your resolve. "I know how to take care of a cat! And I'll pay for the toys and food!" you tried convincing.

"It could have diseases.... and what if it has an owner already?"

"That's why we're gonna take it to the vet tommorow to check for diseases or a microchip! Just let it stay for one night, please." you stood your ground. Surely she's going to soften up a bit to it.

She paused and looked up slightly, as if mulling it over. "Okay, only for tonight." was her simple response. You honestly couldn't be happier. You ran back downstairs, announcing to your dad that the cat stays. He only muttered something under his breath as a response. Kenma took a sigh of relief at that.

"Now come with me!" you picked him up all of a sudden, and while he would normally be extremely annoyed, you are his crush, so he'll let it slide this once. You excitedly took him to your room, putting him down on the ground to explore the place.

Staying with you in your room was very relaxing. He just got to sit there on your warm, soft bed and watch you get about your daily routine, occasionally going to his side to pet him.

Ignoring what his family and friends must be thinking now, this actually wasn't so bad. Maybe, just maybe, he can get used to being a cat. Especially if by your side.

Although a little shy, he eventually cuddled up in your lap as you studied after your many attempts and bribes to get him into your lap. The smile on your face was worth it.

As dinner time rolled around, all the happiness in the world couldn't distract him from how hungry he was. Leftovers weren't the best food, not for Kenma and not for cats in general, but at this point, even a little would suffice, he supposes. Wait, does this mean he'll have to eat cat food for the rest of his life? He gagged at the thought.

As he waited for you in your room while you showered, he properly realised the situation he's in. Not the whole "I'm a cat now" thing, he's been over that enough already. The fact that he lives with you as a cat means you won't be careful around him. Careful in the sense that you'll say things you otherwise wouldn't want him to hear or do things you normally wouldn't want anyone to catch you doing.

He could take advantage of that, but he decided that he's above sleazy tricks long ago already. "Don't stoop to Yamamoto's level" is his personal motto right now. Besides, he wouldn't want the same to happen to him.

So respectfully averting his big cat eyes and distracting himself so he won't hear anything personal is the least he can do.

You walked in, already changed into your pajamas and sat down on the bed, patting the space beside you gently. "Come, come, kitty..." you gently beckoned.

And who's Kenma to resist? He settled beside you as you lay down, taking a deep breath.

"Actually, calling you "kitty" sounds kind of awkward, I should give you a little nickname for now.... Hmmm..." you closed your eyes, thinking for a second.

"How about Pudding? You sort of remind me of someone, hahaha...." you giggled at the thought of him, turning over, missing the way Kenma slightly flinched at that. You gently pet him as you rambled on about random things to him, even mentioning how mom would probably be mad if she found out he was sleeping in your bed. But there's no way he's getting off now.

Being a cat was surprisingly tiresome too, and he soon drifted off into sleep, as satisfied as he could possibly be.

.

"AAAAH!!" Kenma was rudely awoken by a scream.

He rubbed his tired eyes with his hands. Wait.... hands?! He blinked down at his very human body, barely covered by one of your blankets.

You were also there, standing bewildered on the opposite side of your room, still in your pyjamas. As soon as he realised just what the situation is, he turned bright red, unable to say anything. What can he even say?

"Ummm.... how are you here?" is the question you eventually managed to piece together, eyes darting around the room in fear and confusion.

He sighed. "You won't believe me."

"I mean.... if what I'm thinking happened actually happened, then I would have a hard time believing you." You took a step back, bumping into the wall by accident.

"...Right. Ummm.... Well... I don't know how it happened myself, really..." he rubbed the back of his head, way too afraid to make eye contact with you.

At your lack of a response, he clutched your blanket. "I... umm, I'll try my best to explain everything later, but for now... some clothes would be nice?"

Well, atleast he isn't a cat forever. But at what cost?

As soon as i remembered that today is ken kens birthday i scrambled to finish this half written draft lmaooo

Happy birthday my little video game nerd❤❤

[lorensonebraincell]

VERY NEARLY BROKE MY TABLE SLAMMING MY FIST DOWN BC THIS ONLY JUST POPPED UP ON MY TIMELINE ? ??? SOFT SOFT I AM SO SOFT RN NO ONE TOUCH ME 😫✋

pls the only disease you can catch from touching catboy!hwa is the love disease. but YES POP OFF he is neat and handsome INDEED. handsome boy my universe marvellous mars kjasdhfhsg he is such a soft lil cat omg he sees human? claws go poof !! (OMG NOT MY CLOWN BRAIN WRITING PAWS INSTEAD OF CLAWS AT FIRST can you imagine cat hwa walking and then he spots you and poof his paws disappear and he just plops to the ground like a bread loaf LOL)

omg mars being J E A L O U S and sulking until you bribe him with a mars day HAHAHA oop looks like im gonna become unemployed bc everyday has gotta be a mars day now sorry i don't make the rules

pspspspspspsspspsps

i it's me your u h ca t

NOOO HIS EARS FLATTENING LIFT THEM RIGHT BACK UP NO SAD. SAD BACKWARDS IS DAS AND DAS NOT GOOD

AHAHHA not you fainting and waking up to hwa fanning you with a magazine HAHAHA BC right as i'm reading this and typing out my reblog, yumi and i are talking about ✨just anaemic tingz✨ and sharing our most memorable fainting stories which ofc are nowhere near as cute as fainting bc of hwa :'))

omg the catboy history is so cute hwa being too soft for hell and being cursed to live as a cat HAHAHA @/hell are you taking notes?

HIS PROFESSIONAL APPROACH TO THE LEGO DATES but mhm yes definitely nothing wrong with that equation hwa + building lego = kithes

honestly though i think that if we were to replace 'building lego' with 'y' (no 'x' bc i tried subbing it into the equation and it looked confusing) and use the equation hwa + y = kisses, 'y' is an irrelevant value bc no matter what 'y' is, the equation should ALWAYS equal to kisses for hwa. so basically hwa = kisses

hwa nesting is so cute but also im imagining if he decides to rearrange the furniture one day when you're not home and so when you open the door after a long day of work all the couches and tables in the living room have all been pushed to one side and your mattress and his futon have been dragged into the middle of the room and he's upturned the closets and found every single thing in the house that has a soft texture / material and he's just made a giant nest out of it all LOL. guess that's just what my living room is gonna look like from now on bc again, i don't make the rules here

SWEATER PAWS INSTEAD OF ACTUAL PAWS PLEASE im gonna COMBUST I LOVED EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS POST DKFJSDJHG

Cat named Mars (catboy!hwa hcs)

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😻 pairing: catboy!seonghwa x gn!reader 😻 genre: headcanons, fluff, crack, demon? to cat? to roommate? to lover? 😻 summary: the longest bulletpoints about what it would be like to have catboy!hwa as your bf - the whole story 😻 wordcount: 4.5k 😻 warnings/tags: editing? who is she, unhinged crack part nyah, catboy!hwa, cute catboy!hwa, soft and polite catboy!hwa- okay i will stop |, language, food/eating, mention of others not treating animals well, sweater paws, mention of adorable nerdy hobbies, domestic, cuddle, a surprise about how hwa ended up being a cat in the first place, both past and present tense used, mainly lowercase 😻 taglist: at the bottom of the fic~ 😻 a/n: let me drift in the soft and fluffy catboy!hwa lands until waterbomb strikes, for my own healing; my braincells are out of service but i hope you enjoy <3 all reblogs, thoughts and notes appreciated! big hugs!

once upon a time he was a cat

there was never a moment to think about anything except work, and maybe about groceries and bills (but even those things normally hit you at two o'clock in the morning, leading you to check your phone and make make amendments to your schedule in a panicked state). there was never any room for a cat. until there was.

of course there just had to be an adorable kitty, at most maybe a couple of years old, lean and with jet black fur that was surprisingly shiny for an abandoned cat, sitting square in the middle of a cardboard box on the side of the street that formed a part of your regular path and commute to and from work. in the morning, you had locked eyes with the cat, heart bleeding and hurting for the poor creature but secretly hoping that someone else would take it - you couldn't take care of it, could you? in the evening, you were huffing and puffing with the cardboard box in your hands and the cat happily meowing, its tail stretched out upwards into a chimney pipe, slightly tilted to the side at the very end. you read somewhere that it meant the cat was happy, so you were going to take that as a good sign.

sat on the floor at the entrance to your apartment, you eyed the beautiful creature as it kept on purring and trying to hop out of the box and towards you, while you were insistent on keeping it in, lifting a cardboard flap repeatedly in an effort to prevent it from jumping. so. now you had a cat. there was nothing in the box, and on the outside, in horrific scrawl was a message suggesting whoever took the kitty either "kept him, or throw him away, whatever". non-humans. "that's who your previous owners were, right kitty?" you mumbled to no one in particular, but it seemed that the cat picked up on your speech and inched closer to you, ears moving like disks to pick up signals. "so you are a he, yeah?" a meow. so you were right. at least the beasts from this cat's past got one thing right. "do you have a name? actually… you know what do you want a… new name?" you were fast on the attachment scale, you realised. it had been barely a few minutes and you were already trying to name the cat who you had not even checked for diseases, nor had any basic facilities to take care of him. but he was more than excited by the prospect, and mewled in what sounded like gratitude. you began to list off names, eventually boring the kitty, and he started to falter in his enthusiasm. all until one name rang a bell.

"Mars?"

and that was how you ended up with a black cat named Mars.

by the power of actually having to shake paws with a cat, and you promising to get him quality snacks, you managed to get Mars checked at the vet who confirmed everything was fine, and was equally as amazed as you that he was so well groomed and neat. while you knew you did not have much of a right to do this, your inner pride still swelled and, to yourself, you said that 'yes, my Mars is really neat and handsome'.

you took to addressing Mars as 'your handsome boy' and that seemed to wake him up and get him speeding towards you faster than anything else could. also 'the prettiest star' and 'my universe' and 'marvellous Mars' all worked wonders.

at the same time, he was shy, as if he did not want to disturb you with his antics. always tip-toeing around you as silently as a cat could (which was very silent, to the point where he jumpscared you a couple of times but that is okay because excuse me did you see his precious face????) and never taking up much space, even though… hello? Mars? you are a cat?? he would rarely ever hop on any surfaces unless you explicitly told him to do so - this had left you convinced that your cat was well-versed in human-speak. he never meowed for food until you had told him to vocalise and tell you if he was very hungry, and gave him a rundown of his eating schedule and how it was important that he drank water. he was the politest cat you had ever met, while at the same time his timidness made you wonder if you were in any way intimidating. not once did Mars ever enter your bedroom, even though you left the door wide open for him, preferring to crash on the couch or on the floor of some other room. the first couple of times you joked about it saying "are you scared you'll see something, Marsy?" but when your cat actually looked away and hunched over, you were convinced that you hit the nail on the head, and that you were probably either hallucinating or were slowly turning into Doctor Dolittle.

but you were persistent. and insistent. and you took the little blanket with kuromi decor on it from him (yes this was that extreme of a situation) and put it at the edge of your bed. climbing in and covering yourself in the many layers, you looked at the terrified figure hovering at the entrance to the room, boba eyes as wide as saucers. he kept on looking at the blanket, then at you, then again at the blanket, then again at you, probably wondering if he could snatch the thing and make a run for it. you were on the verge of giving up at this point. sleepy, with work tomorrow, you were not about to engage in a whole war with your cat.

"you know what, if you want to stay, you can stay. i promise i will not hurt you, nor will i push you out. if you want to come closer, do. if you just want to take the blanket and leave, you can do that. your choice. i won't be hurt. i promise. you are already super brave and i love you either way. okay, Mars?" he did not respond, frozen in place. "my handsome boy?" his head twisted towards you. "precious?" a blink. another blink. one paw in front of the other. "are you actua- wow! I am so proud of you my baby! my brave boy!" you were cooing praises at him like there was nothing else in the world that existed as soon as he hopped onto the bed, foregoing the blanket and making a beeline towards your face, as though that was his read source of comfort. he was afraid to look away, focusing on your every expression as you patted his head and let him nuzzle into you. "you are so so brave, you know that? i know this is hard, so if at any point you want to leave, you can, okay?" purring louder than a powerdrill was the response you received. along with kitty cuddles through the whole night. because apparently, your cat was a koala all along.

and even in his cuddles he was gentle. you did not think you had ever seen him use his claws… ever. except maybe on a few toys but as soon as you were in sight poof gone, soft Mars activated. he was like your personal heater, careful to wrap himself closer to you not to push you out, but to instead complete whatever curled up position you were lying in. if you were stretched out to the side, he would find a place. if you were in a ball? he would find a place again. if you were lying down straight for whatever reason? give him a couple of nights to get comfortable, and now you had the ultimate cat comforter either on you, or around your head. and yes, you were blessed with a cat who barely shed, somehow. some of your friends who had cats almost cursed you when they found out, but you only smiled, looking at your lockscreen. nowadays, even during the workday you were thinking of Mars at least a little bit.

maybe you were spoiling him a little bit, but it was too adorable to see him watching you play legend of zelda or animal crossing on your nintendo switch. and when he saw that you got a gift from a friend in the form of a lego set? well. you were literally afraid to open the box because of how hyper your cat got - perhaps not today…

you fell into the most pleasant routines with Mars, from waking up and going to bed together, to eating breakfast and then 'parting ways' for you to attend to human business and him to his 'cat business'. it was cute. it made your head sing. you were happier than you had ever been. all thanks to that one random day. one random box. and one black haired kitty who radiated sunshine.

it was the eve of the one year anniversary of you being the proud owner of, or how you preferred to say it, the best friend of 'L/n Mars', and you were as sure as his ears were pointy in wanting to go all out with your celebration - minus the guests (because the last time you had invited a male friend of yours over your cat turned into a whole other creature and then sulked for at least three days until you took a day off work and called it 'Mars day', but you just assumed it was some territorial thing). you had set up little themed decorations, found a cute little headband with the number '1' that is suitable and safe for a cat and would not hurt his head, got a matching, human-sized one for yourself, made a whole dinner for your favourite kitty from scratch - the ingredients all checked with the vet who you now casually called by first name because you did not dare ever give Mars anything that might harm him and would rather panic call the doctor.

you were sat at the coffee table, so that it would be easier for Mars to reach the food (you set pillows on the floor for extra comfort, for which he thanked you with a loud meow), and had your respective mini-cakes set out in front of either of you. you had given up on making him ever eat kitty food - another peculiar quirk of your cat, so the 'cake', which was more a protein gift than anything, was fully home made. but Mars was happy. more than happy. if cats could smile, that was exactly what he was doing, right at you, squinting his eyes, threatening to hop over the table. you told him to wait, and quietly whispered your gratitude to him. much to your delight, he waited and listened, clinging onto every word.

"you know, i really think you are an angel. before you i was quite… how do i say this… life was just passing by. and now i look forward to it. and to be able to see you every day, to have fun days with you, to talk with you… all of that brings me so much joy and i hope that i can make you at least a little bit happy too. i wish you could tell me what you want, of course, but i really do think you know what i am thinking, what i am saying. and i hope that i am right in saying that i can understand you a bit too. you really are the smartest, most precious Mars. light of my life. i love you so much, my gorgeous, and here is to many years more, cheers~" you clinked your glass with orange juice with his water bowl, and giggled when he took a couple of neat laps to match with your gulps, only to lick his lips and hop off the pillows and go under the table.

in a matter of seconds, he reappeared at your side of the table, and poked at your lap with his paw, looking up at you with his bead-like eyes that seemed to contain the whole universe in them. you pat him between his ears, scratched under his chin, delighting him, and then stretched out your legs, gesturing towards your legs to signify that lap-napping season was open. Mars did not need to be told twice, and soon enough you had a black cat curled up on your lap, purring away, mewling a couple of times when you started eating to remind you that he was hungry too.

"so you want me to feed you now, too? aren't you cheeky-"

as if you could refuse him. you would be lying if you said you could. so there you were, on the floor and feeding Mars, quiet music playing from your phone, not quite sure if you could be any happier.

"i love you."

quite the contrast to what happened the next morning.

suddenly he is a catboy

when you wake up, Mars is nowhere in sight, and even when you call him, to which he would reply with at least a meow, you are only met with silence. you are alarmed, but wait in bed for just a little longer to see if Mars would come to you. nothing. you call again, 'pspspsps' him, all to no avail. only the breeze and the birds outside, along with inexplicable rustling from another room in your apartment. you raise an eyebrow and prop yourself up on your elbows. more rustling. a door opening, which sounds like the closet where you kept your warmer clothes. what is going on? another door closing. footsteps? you are on high alert. grabbing your phone and the light saber model which you had made a while back and kept safe by your bed, as it turned out exactly for this kind of moment, you head out to face whatever, or whoever is the source of the sound.

you are stealth itself, rounding the corner with weapon in hand, ready to face the attacker - or so you thought. until you come face to face with the tall, young man dressed head to toe in your clothing, namely a tracksuit that you had accidentally gotten in the wrong size and then somehow ended up being refunded for without returning the item, and a beanie that he had pulled over his head. spikes of jet black hair are poking from under the hat in all directions, and his deep brown eyes are widened in shock as he freezes on the spot and stares back at you.

"so, what the hell are you doing in my clothes?"

"y/n- i-"

"HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAME?"

"i can explain-"

"nope do NOT get closer what-"

"Mars…. i…. it's me… your uh… cat."

"what?"

he looks embarrassed beyond belief, and crumbles to the floor, sliding until his back is against the wardrobe. wrapping his arms around his knees, he is scared to look up at you, worried that you would never recognise him, never accept him. this is exactly what he has been dreading all this time, and was heartbroken when the curse was finally broken, despite him technically being free now. he does not want to be away from you. this is his home. you are his home. you are the one who showed him true love.

"if it is okay… may i take this beanie off for a second?"

"i didn't even let you put it on in the first place," he winces. you feel a little bad, but hold your ground. his eyes sparkle in a way that is a little too familiar, reminding you of a certain someone. the cat who he mentioned. your precious cat. Mars.

"okay… here goes…" he slides the material off, making you gasp. hidden under the beanie is a pair of cat ears, fluffy, the same colour as his hair, and twitching as he adjusts after having flattened them to minimise their visibility.

"yo what."

"i have… a tail too."

"WHAT?"

he is not joking. a black tail to go with the black ears, sliding out from under the oversized hoodie. you are not sure what happened next, but you wake up on the sofa with the man, who you are now guessing is some human cat hybrid version of Mars fanning you with a magazine.

"I AM SORRY, Y/N PLEASE WAKE UP I AM SO- oh you are awake thank goodness i missed you i am really so sorry…" he drops the magazine almost instantly, leaning towards you and wrapping you in a warm embrace, much to your surprise. you yelp, but the softness, as well as his ears moving in the cutest way while he hugs you make you accept the gesture, and return it.

you never thought you would hear a grown man purr exactly like a cat, but here you are. well, you never thought you would have a catboy in your apartment either, but this is already happening so...

"so, Mars?"

"yeah?"

"you have some explaining to do."

after what turned out to be at least two hours of you and him going back and forth about what had unfolded and what was the history of the young catboy's state, you find out that, in reality, his name is Park Seonghwa, and that he is a demon, of all things. that is right, a demon. set out to curse and haunt and spread sin. but no, he is cast out of hell because he is too kind and soft. and so he had been cursed to be a cat, until for a full year, someone could give him their whole heart, their full love. while he explains this to you with a fondness unlike anything you had ever seen before in your life (except in what you perceived from cat Mars's eyes), you begin to blush, realising that all this time, you were talking to and confessing to him. Seonghwa. this handsome man who was always by your side and-

oh. and he was sleeping in the same bed as you. just great. you flush an even deeper shade and cover your face. and he had been jealous, not territorial, when your friend had come over.

"are you okay?"

"so okay."

"hug?"

"i, uh-"

"you give really good hugs."

"Park Seonghwa do you really want to make me suffer?"

"I AM SO SORRY ARE YOU HURT? DID I SAY SOMETHING WRONG I AM SO SORRY?!"

"no you are too cute. come here"

catboy!hwa headcanons

is initially cautious because well… you got used to him being a cat and now suddenly you have a whole man with cat ears and a tail walking around your house. he catches on to the fact that you are kind of shy around him too, but he does not push it, at least not straight away.

because that would mean that he has to get over his own shyness towards you extra quickly, and that proves to be difficult when it hits him that, well, he is now a person too, and you are a person, and he fell in love with you, and you told him you loved him before - on occasion he just walks around blushing with his ears pressed flat to his head but don't point it out he is already struggling ;~;

you might have to be the one to initiate the contact again because he is literally too scared to overstep anything and everything - even when you bought him his own first few sets of clothes as a 'human edition anniversary gift'. you approach him to give him a hug and he groups up as if he is about to dive into a pool, hands to his chest, eyes wide. but is he moving anywhere? no. does his purring give him away? yes. after that the two of you gently reintroduce physical touch and it makes you realise just how much you miss Mars, particularly because Seonghwa is still a little distant for understandable reasons. But you both are trying your best.

if you massage his head and scratch behind his hears he will melt - his favourite thing in the world is having his head rest on your lap with his eyes closed while you ruffle his hair really slowly and run your fingers through it.

desperately misses the times when you would call him handsome and pretty and smart, and every single affectionate word in the universe so he tries his damn hardest to get you to do that again, first by trying to be nice and helping you around the house, and when the results are not to his satisfaction and when cuddle sessions are pretty much the norm, but words of affection aren't… he pouts and openly asks you why you don't call him that anymore. you squeak the words out but the reaction makes every next attempt easier than anything.

he is scared to approach your room again, though, and this time you say nothing because well, this is a whole other territory. a couple of months pass before you consider and that is because you find him sleeping on the floor a couple of times, curled up with is tail covering his face a little, and he said it was because "he is scared otherwise and here is safe". so you take out a futon for now, but he is more than happy with this progress.

he learns how to cook both from you and from tutorials online, and then starts remembering what he used to cook a long time before - you basically stop cooking altogether because now he is insistent on waking you up with breakfast, packing you lunch and greeting you with dinner. he sometimes gets a bit too experimental, but you do not mind it too much because at least he cleans everything up.

you think you can ignore the lego in the corner of your living room? no :) it is a date now. a lego building date. for four hours straight. on the floor. him running this ship like you run your team at work. and his focus, his professional approach to the matter is a little too attractive, you admit to yourself. and somewhere along the way that translates into you planting a kiss on Hwa's cheek. this is the only time over the whole four hours that he drops the pieces he is holding in his hands, gazing at you, not quite sure if what he felt just now was real or not.

but nope, judging by your attempts to avoid his gaze this was very real. so he gets real bold real quick and guess who finds themselves trapped by two tones arms on either side of you, back on the floor, a curious and mischievous face a mere inch away? that's right, you. wants to build a starship, accidentally builds a relationship along with it - a major win.

there isn't ever a platonic stage really. an extensive awkward stage? sure. a roommates-maybe stage? sure. two people who like each other? sure. and now, after many months of you settling into a new routine, two people who love each other and keep telling each other that.

he finds a job that he can do remotely, and in this way remains mainly at home and around the neighbourhood with his beloved hobbies and balancing you out. in this way he now starts to sneak support to pay bills and to buy you little gifts (as a little apology for taking your clothes sometimes - read often)

it is not Hwa's fault that he misses you very quickly. it just happens. then one thing leads to another and he is lying on your shared bed hugging a hoodie of yours. eventually that leads to him dragging a couple more items out of your wardrobe and making a little nest out of them - only then does his worry go down and he goes for a nap while curled up in a ball.

when he knows that you should be arriving soon he starts walking up to the window, then away then back to the window, and away again. cycle repeats itself until he can spot you from a distance, and then he just stays by the window.

he helps you redecorate and rearrange your apartment, considering that you now have a 5'10'' human cat instead of one you can hold with two hands, and shocks you with just how many details he remembers about you, down to allergies, what colours irritate you when it comes to interiors, what plants you had to give away to keep him 'in cat form' safe - even though yes, he would not eat them, but how were you to know that?

he remembers all your special days, and hopes you remember his, too. thankfully, he knows his own birthday and using cat mathematics, converted from demon to cat to human. and so, now you can celebrate him wholeheartedly, only this time that also involves you taking him to go have a picnic under the cherry blossoms.

you and Seonghwa go to pick out and buy him a phone together, and you spend a whole day teaching him how to use it. soon enough your own phone goes off with notifications from him. he sends you fun things throughout the day and if he is busy, he sends you a selfie or a heartfelt message.

likes to curl up and read poetry with you. doesn't matter if out loud of in silence. what matters to him is that you are close. and good luck trying to get away - he has a tail and it is wrapped around your leg like an alert system so that he can tackle you right back to the couch or the bed. because it is you and Seonghwa time.

occasionally sings you lullabies that he either overheard somewhere or remembers, breaking into a smile when you wriggle closer to him and fall asleep, stress melting away from your every feature.

overall you are now living with a catboy Hwa cast out of hell for being too nice, who also turned out to be a big nerd, with heart eyes for you, sweater paws instead of actual paws, the occasional feline habits still coming through (like him rubbing his face against your shoulder, or your own face, or him hissing when frustrated or threatened, or him having the widest stretch in the morning, or… actually he is still part cat so, you have to deal with it), and all the love to give. thankfully not in the form of something he hunted. he buys birds at a store now. meant to be cooked. human-friendly.

he brings you a limited edition starship instead. if you display it he will look at you like he is falling in love with you all over again - if that is even possible because that would mean stopping loving you now, and that is the one thing he cannot do <3

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#i also haven't ever seen giffed here on tumblr diego taking the mortal blow soto was gonna inflict on manny either... which is also a hugely

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Imagine if Diego actually died, but temporarily. Imagine the potential. Him going to a spirit realm and seeing the souls of Nadia, his fallen packmates, not to mention Manny's first mate and child.

Well, canonically - going off by what Chris Wedge said on the DVD commentary - he actually did, but this is such a really cool idea!

It's in fact been touched on, long ago, in the Ice Age ffn archive with the fic, "A Second Chance" but other than that it's an intriguing idea that hasn't really been touched on, at least especially in terms of Ice Age fics.

I would know because I've always been on the lookout for fics like "A Second Chance" and so far it is the only one of its kind wrt fleshing out what might've happened when Diego 'died' in IA1.

I am planning to put my own spin on it involving Brede when I get to the IA1 parts of Lacrimosa, too, because I love the idea of Diego 'dying' like he did in IA1 and Brede bringing him to Her afterlife where he receives forgiveness from Nadia via Brede's intervention since Brede belongs to and is loved by all species in my CI-verse for Ice Age.

Also I guess the above is technically L spoilers, of a sort, but anyone who has read Lacrimosa would know of the importance I give to Brede (and how it's already been implied She comes to those She loves in their dying moments) so it's kinda more of a foregone conclusion than a spoiler. 🤷‍♀️

Anyway, I will post this idea to the Ice Age tag and hopefully sooner or later someone might actually write it! Maybe even you, anon! :)

But hopefully someone does because a fic exploring Diego's experiences in the afterlife/spirit realm during his 'death' in IA1 would make for an intriguing one-shot fic!

Not me I am too brain rotted on Lacrimosa (and Impossible) right now and I have character deaths upcoming in L (spoilers!) so yeah....

27 notes - Posted May 16, 2022

#4

1 & 5 for Lacrimosa!

Aww thanks so much for the questions!

1: What inspired you to write the fic this way?

Welll... it goes back to that extremely vivid dream I had in 2009, involving Diego, Peaches, and a mysterious antagonist - a tigress.

Before that, like pointed out in my other reply, I had a very different story in mind - I just wanted to write a nice fluffy Manny & Diego & Peaches father/uncle daughter/niece fic, though a mammoth as a villain was part of that original concept for the fic when I was calling it, "My Two Dads."

That dream altered everything though and eventually the overall fic changed from "My Two Dads" to being called "Cruel Intentions" and "Lacrimosa" was originally intended to have only FIVE (yes, five!!) chapters but considering that I'm about to post chapter 16 at the end of this month that didn't happen...

So, basically, the inspiration - the M2Ds concept + the vivid dream - melded together into what has become my "Cruel Intentions" series.

I really hope I can complete L this year because I really wanna get truly to work on CI, since I already have 20k words and basically two 10k chapters written for CI bk 1 at the moment...

5: What part was hardest to write?

Nothing really so far! However, "Lacrimosa" is heading into its collision course of mammoth vs sabres + the humans are coming fuller into the picture + The Scarlett has schemes up her paw... and it seems each new chapter (if you seem my posts referring to them) deal with a new emotional crisis or trauma, I think they might be.

But, from what I remember from when I first began writing Lacrimosa at the start 8 years ago, nothing was really "hard" to write per se.

I try not to get too attached to my OCs or my Diego/Theo pairing because this is a story where Anyone Can Die, so...

28 notes - Posted February 18, 2022

#3

Wow, on ff.net Legend of Zelda has fics published as far back as the year 1999!

That's amazing! I was only 8 years old when some of these fans of the Zelda games were posting their fanfics!!

29 notes - Posted February 16, 2022

#2

More Ice Age gushing!!

But anyway, I love love love how you can SEE the visual representation of Manny and Diego's friendship/relationship evolving from Manny ordering Diego to stay in front so that Manny can keep a eye on him

to 50 minutes into the movie and with the group in sight of Half-Peak, Diego goes from being in front to walking alongside.

It's like that quote, attributed to Camus, that goes,

"Don’t walk behind me, I may not lead. Don’t walk in front of me, I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend."

And really, all Manny needed in this movie - and despite Diego's betrayal - was a friend to just walk beside him and be his friend and be there for him in his pain.

oh my word I love this movie so much!!! ❤❤❤❤❤

47 notes - Posted March 15, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

An underrated moment in Ice Age 1, I feel, is at the climatic battle with Soto and again, illustrates Roshan's importance to the group as a whole.

Oh, and by the way, for people who believe that Soto wasn't double-crossing Diego himself, the novelisation has him say, "You asked for it!" as he's lifting his paw to strike Diego dead!

The thing that makes him pause is Roshan crying out nearby, as he and Sid turn the corner. Note that Sid is completely floored and unable to do anything since this wasn't the herd's plan, but Roshan makes an upset baby cry when he sees Diego on the ground bleeding out and that is enough to distract Soto AND save Diego's life.

Part of me has always wondered, did Diego hear that cry despite being unconscious? Did Manny or Sid tell him about it? Does he know that Roshan, in a way, prevented his death?

I just made a prompt sort of thing in my Ice Age prompts folder (currently 10+ pages in gdocs) but ugh, I've always wanted to see someone write Diego realising that he owes his survival, in part, to Roshan, or that he was able to hear that cry somehow despite being unconscious!!

98 notes - Posted February 18, 2022

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[ivorydragoness44]

Seth Clearwater x Reader: Wolf Time

Word Count: 557 Summary: Seth wants to show the Reader his wolf form for the first time.

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   The pair of you had been walking for a few minutes. While it was not something new for you both to do together, the reasoning for the situation was.    “Are you sure?” You asked, looking around at the forest of trees encircling your vision.    “Yeah, totally.” He was practically hopping in place.    From what you were told prior, you were not exactly sure if he was preparing himself, or just full of his usual excitement.    “Um, Seth?” Your hesitance catching his attention. “You as a, uh, wolf, isn’t gonna take out a couple trees or anything, right?”    Bouncing over to you, he shook his head with a laugh. “No, you don’t have to worry about that. Just think, large wolf, not Godzilla.”   You tilted you head at the thought. “Wouldn’t King Kong make more sense for a comparison? I mean…mammals.”    “Hmm, I guess so. Yeah, that’ll work too. All right. Now, are you ready?”    “To see you as a cute puppy? Yes.”    A pout emerged on his face, “I’m not cute—”    “Cuteness is in the eye of the beholder.”    “I’m not so sure that’s the phrase.”

   “Either way,” you laughed, tapping his shoulder. “C’mon.”    “Okay, but…don’t move. Stay right here,” he said and took a step back. “Please?”    “You got it. Not an inch.”    “Cool.”    Seth walked further away from you than usual. But then, a nervous chuckle. “Do you mind turning around?” He asked, shifting from one foot to the other.    “What, am I not allowed to look at you?” To say how quickly you had become confused with words, would not have explained your emotional whiplash. Now he did not want you to look at him?    “You are, just…not at the moment. I, uh, have to take off my clothes.”    Your eyebrows rose from the explanation. “Oh. Why didn’t you say so before?” Covering your eyes with your hands, you spun around, hearing the dirt under your shoes as you did so. “I thought you didn’t want me to see you as a wolf anymore.”    “No way!” His laugh carrying over the sounds of his clothes.    Not that you could entirely help it, but questions started listing themselves in your mind. “Do you usually undress in the woods?”    Seth’s laugh rang out again. “Don’t make this weird!”    “I’m not! I’m just asking a question.”    “Hang on.”    You remained silent. Quietly listening, you heard his breath increased, and then something so fast that you could not identify it properly. Ripping? Popping? You were not so sure, but it did sound uncomfortable.    A light stomping on the ground made you want to turn around. “Can I look yet?” You asked, dropping your hands slowly to your sides.    Listening to him approach, his footsteps were much heavier. Then, a gentle nudge to your back and a soft whine. When you moved to see his change, you were faced with a sandy colored wolf with the most kind and curious eyes.    “Seth?”    The wolf nodded his head.    “You’re huge! There’s no way that you could even fit through a doorway!”    His head titled cutely, but otherwise kept eye level with you. One of his large paws patted the ground and he nuzzled his face to you.    “An you’re adorable,” you cooed, reaching up to lightly scratch behind his ears. “I see absolutely no downside to this.”

[codenamejudas]

puck-the-devil

Chuckling at Judas' self-assurance, the fairy asked, "Music? What about the music?" He withdrew his hand at the swats, shrugging again playfully with his arms extended to his sides. "Oh, naturally. But then, what doesn't come with its downsides? That's part of the fun of granting wishes for mortals, at least for me - they make them before even considering they could have downsides. As a result, their reactions to the unexpected consequences of their wishes can be entertaining." Stroking his chin thoughtfully, Puck asked, "Now I wonder, though...ignoring the fact that Cinderella's fairy godmother obviously had a horrendously inadequate idea of what godmothers are expected to do for their godchildren, what are the downsides you see in those stories?" With a helpless little smile, the fairy answered, "Hey, I'm only just trying to help you think things through. Perhaps it could be considered 'playing devil's advocate'. You're the one overflowing with positivity and optimism here, so I've got to balance that out somehow, right? "But yes, nicely noticed. That hypothetical is especially specific because I actually learned of a human who had gained immortality suffering from almost those exact circumstances for two years before he was saved. Granted, he was heavily involved in the mafia and had done some things to earn the ire of others, but the lesson of that fate potentially happening to other immortals remains." Puck looked momentarily taken aback at being asked his opinion. It took him a moment longer to recompose himself and yet another to properly consider the question. "...As it so happens, I sit on the side of the fence that already has immortality, though depending on your definition of the term, you might not consider it true immortality. I can still die under the right conditions, just not of old age in my true form. It's invulnerability I'm lacking. Fortunately, I at least don't have to worry about the drowning scenario since I have magic at my disposal to bail me out. "I might be willing to give up my immortal status under the right circumstances for the right price. I'm sorry to admit I seem to have become annoyingly sentimental over the years, you see, so that issue of 'losing loved ones' I previously mentioned has been eating away at me a little more with the loss of each mortal I grow fond of." His laugh was humorless then. "For an immortal, worse than pain or endless drowning is the fate of succumbing to human emotions. We're really not meant to have them. They mess with our innate survival instincts and once you're infected, the only cure short of memory-wiping - and even that doesn't always succeed - is death." He suddenly shook his head vigorously. "Whoops, hehe - there I go again, killing the mood! Change of topic; if you were an immortal magic being such as a fairy, how would you spend your time?"

"You know, I almost have to admire the honesty. Don't think a lot of people would fess up to enjoying the monkey's paw outcomes. I think in most of the stories the downsides are the lessons, but that's why they're stories."

"Am I?" Judas smirked. He'd never had anyone outright call him positive or optimistic. But it's not as if he was a negative person either. He smiled a lot, and not always in a suspicious manner, so maybe the fairy was right.

Judas winced. "Good thing I don't go out of my way to piss people off," another lie, though it had become less of a habit these days.

"It gets easier," he said, a touch of compassion to his voice. "You learn pretty quick that you have to give yourself time to grieve and celebrate the times you had with them. Shoving everything down and pretending you aren't affected is when it gets rough. But hey, a lot of people say nobody is truly lost if someone keeps their memory alive. And if you're gonna last a long time then you're keeping plenty of'em going. I mean, I don't think I could ever understand what it's really like for you but I've got, like, zero obligations and half decent ears if you ever need someone to talk to."

"I think," Judas said slowly, "I'd like to learn to play every instrument and compose song styles wildly different than what they're usually used for to annoy people."

If you could wish for anything, what would it be?

"Uhhhhh. Geez, putting me on the spot here. Like, right now I kinda want some chicken nuggets. Unless we're talking anything, then I wanna be famous. Or immortal, but everyone gets mad at me when I say that."

[from-a-reckless-writer]

iv. couch.

read on ao3

To Lena: r u busy??? U didnt answer my calls. Dinner later?

To Lena: my place.

To Lena: Or yours! Can totally go to urs. If u want.

To Lena: Lena????

To Lena: where are u??

To Lena: Answer my calls

To Lena: Pls?

Kara rounds the corner of her hallway, keys bitten, dangling from her lips, as she types with both hands. Her 67th text message of the day to an MIA Lena Luthor sent. She fails to notice the creature lurking around the front of her door; dark fur shining under the cheap LED lights of Kara’s corridor.

She’s still deeply absorbed in her phone with worry, in the middle of jamming her keys in with one hand, when something furry brushes against her legs and Kara yelps.

She pulls the knob clean out of the wood in shock, her phone dropping to the floor loudly, the cat doing a duet with her with a startled yowl of her own.

Heart hammering and adrenaline racing, Kara looks down and sees the cat for the first time.

“Oh! Oh!” she gasps, “I didn’t see you there, buddy. I’m sorry for startling you!! I didn’t mean it.”

The door knob clatters loudly to the ground as it falls out of her grasp. And Kara sheepishly feels guilty for the hole in her door. But the cat meows loudly, catching her attention, as if in response to her apology.

She crouches down low, and reaches out a hand to touch the furball. She snaps a quick pic, sends it to Lena and pockets her phone.

To Lena: KITTY!!

“Oh, oh come here,” she coos, “where’s your collar? How’d you get here huh?”

The cat reminds her of Streaky. The first stray who ever took to her kindly. Although upon closer inspection, Kara realizes this one has striking emeralds for eyes, Streaky’s eyes were a more softer blue.

The cat surprisingly seems friendly, immediately leaning into Kara’s touch. Nosing at the inside of Kara’s wrist and it’s such a familiar gesture but she can’t seem to remember why.

And...oh, a small rumbling echoes through Kara’s palm!

Oh, they’re purring!

Kara doesn’t know how long she stays there crouched low exactly, but eventually, she stands up, takes her hand away, and picks up the damaged doorknob.

“Well, time for you to go home now, buddy,” she tells them, giving their head one last pat before dusting off her hands on her jacket.

“Go on, shooo. Shoo. Go home. I’m sure your human is looking for you.”

But the cat remains unmoving. It looks like they’ve decided to sit firmly in front of Kara’s doorstep, casually licking a paw, as if waiting for Kara to open her door.

“Are you actually waiting for me to open my door?” Kara makes a mental note to thank Rao that none of her neighbors can see her trying to hold a proper conversation with a cat.

“Look, kitty,” she says firmly, “I’m not your human.”

The cat just blinks owlishly at her. Eyes too green, too intelligent and-

Kara makes up her mind.

She turns her face skywards, takes a deep breath (This will probably backfire, she already knows. But she's always had a soft spot for strays.) and then she pushes her door wide open.

The cat races inside, cutting through Kara’s legs and almost tripping her.

“Well, somebody’s excited,” Kara mutters under her breath, she watches the cat head for her living room couch; watches as they pause all of a sudden, changes course and jumps onto Kara’s coffee table instead.

Where the cat then proceeds to knock down everything in close vicinity, even the picture frame of her and Lena together.

“Hey! No! Bad kitty-”

But the cat is already hopping down from her pedestal, landing on the frame directly.

And then things get weird.

The cat proceeds to stomp all over it, meows loud, like really loud; insanely loud for a cat their size.

Her paw seems to be almost pointing? At the other person in the frame.

“I-” Kara seems taken aback by the bizarre behavior, sure she knows cats are vastly different from dogs, but this…

This is just weird.

The cat’s meowing only seems to get louder.

How you land yourselves in these situations, Kara. I really just don’t know, at this point. She can almost hear Alex say.

“What are you- Are you- are you pointing? That’s- That’s Lena, yeah. That’s my best friend.”

At that, the cat seems to vibrate. They start clawing at Kara’s pant leg, meowing and meowing and meowing—

And then it hits her.

"-but it turns out that she’s a witch. And apparently, so am I."

The green, green eyes.

A pink nose nuzzling against her wrist.

“Lena?”

******

“Oh, Rao! Lena you’re a cat! What happened?! Oh, no, baby what did you do?”

Lena-

Lena The Cat—and okay, so she’s still wrapping her head around that one—just stays silent. She’s sitting on her lap, looking regal than any cat has any right to be. A judgmental look in her eyes.

Lena’s a cat. Cat’s can’t speak. Can’t answer Kara’s questions.

“Right. Sorry. Only meow,” Kara murmurs, embarrassed. For some reason even in cat form Lena manages to be intimidating.

“Okay so, uh d-does that mean you still understand me? Two meows for yes. One meow for no.”

Kara gets two meows.

“Okay, cool, cool. Great. You can still understand me, that's good.” Kara runs a hand down her spine, “Gosh, your fur is just so soft.”

She hears Lena give a small growl, body tensing, “Right. Right. Sorry. Not the time for pets.” Kara retracts her hand away.

“Uhm, so next question then, I guess? D-did you become a cat this morning? Were you testing out your uhm...gift?”

Lena meows twice. Kara nods, clenching and unclenching her fist underneath her chin. Fingers itching to run themselves through Lena’s soft fur again. Lena seems to sense this, and nuzzles her face into Kara’s hand, bumps against her repeatedly.

“Really?” Kara double-checks, giddy. If she were human Kara bets Lena would be rolling her eyes like she always does when Kara does something particularly dorky, but she just pushes her head firmer against Kara’s hand and meows twice.

“So uhm,” she starts, cautiously, noting Lena’s increasing purr, “is there like a spellbook for this or something? Something that can help you transform back?

Lena meows yes.

“Is it in The Tower or back at your place?”

There are no responses.

“Sorry, sorry lemme rephrase, is it in The Tower?”

She gets two consecutive meows.

Okay, to The Tower it is.

******

“Are you going to tell me why you’re cradling a cat in your cape or??” Alex raises a brow at her, a hand on her hip, left foot tapping impatiently. Her sister was heading out for the day, it looks like. It was just tough luck that Supergirl landed one minute before the elevator took Alex.

Crap. Now they have to explain. They didn’t talk about this. Lena still hasn’t told her if it was okay to tell people about her gift.

“I-I rescued it,” Kara says.

Well, that isn’t so far from the truth, right? She stares at the bundle in her arms, Lena the traitor staying silent all the while—green eyes shining all innocent at Kara.

Alex’s stares intensifies.

“From a tree,” Kara flounders, and Lena The Cat has the audacity to yawn, squirm and jump away from her arms. She lands gracefully, tail swishing up in the air and heads straight for the lab.

Alex eyes the cat suspiciously before turning back to Kara. She jabs a finger to her chest. “It better not have any fleas. It better not touch my training mat.”

“She won’t.”

Alex just shakes her head, rolls her eyes, grabs her helmet and walks to the elevator.

Before she goes though, Alex says, “You know, this is gonna sound weird, but I swear I think I saw that same cat slinking out of The Tower earlier this morning.”

“Alex, she’s literally a black cat. There are hundreds of black cats in the city.”

“You're being weirdly defensive about this. Why are you being weird?”

“I’m not.”

Alex seems like she wants to say more, but the elevator dings, and she’s never been more grateful that Kelly makes Alex pick her up from work. Alex huffs out breath, before conceding and disappearing into the lift.

******

The camera flash is what gets Kara busted.

But is it really her fault if she walked in on a cute kitty, hunched over, meowing adorably, trying to flip over the pages of a thick spellbook, with her teeny-tiny bean paws?

Lena hisses at her, teeth-bared and fur puffy.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. But you were just really, really, really cute okay?” She walks closer to the desk, carefully lifts a hand and scratches Lena behind the ear.

The hissing slowly devolves into purring, and Kara grins triumphantly. Lena lets herself be picked up after a few moments, Kara leafing through the pages for her.

“So, found anything yet?” She asks, cradling Lena close to her chest. A warm weight on Kara’s arms, and as much as she wants to get her real Lena back, she also isn’t too eager on giving up this version anytime soon. Then again, Kara thinks, it would be impossible for her to give up any version of Lena Luthor.

“Spell? Charm? Anything? Do you need to make a potion? Are we gonna get to make a potion? Oh, oh do you need a wand? Do you have a wa-”

Kara’s words get muffled as two black paws press against her lips. Lena’s green eyes narrowing at her. She meows at Kara. Loudly.

“Mkay, mkay. Shut up. Got it.”

Lena removes her paws, and Kara makes a gesture of zipping her lips together. This seems to appease Lena enough because the next second, a pink tongue darts out and she...licks Kara's nose.

“Did you- did you just lick me?” Kara gasps out.

Lena doesn’t even acknowledge her with a meow, just turns away and jumps out of her arms again. Before Kara can do anything about it though, her phone rings.

The screen lighting up with Andrea’s name.

“Danvers, I’ve got a story for you.”

******

“Alex, please, I’ll be quick. I promise. I’ll only be three hours at the most. Please just look after her,” she pleads, pouting and puppy eyes in full power.

It also helps that the cat burrito in her cape looks to be cooperating. Lena The Cat staring at Alex with wide round eyes.

Apparently, some governor was found dead downtown, and now Andrea wants her on the scene. She can’t just leave Lena all alone in The Tower. No matter how hard Lena’s been protesting, this is brand new territory for both of them. Nobody knows the extent of Lena’s powers.

Point is, Kara would feel a lot better if she were to leave Lena under the care of someone she trusts. Even if said someone, accuses Lena of being a stray with fleas. It's still better than leaving Lena all on her own.

“Ugh.” Alex groans and Kara knows she’s won. “If this cat causes trouble I will throw it out the window, Kara.”

“No!” Kara yells, distressed. “Don’t do that. She’ll behave. She promises.”

She puts her hand under Lena’s arms and raises her up to eye level—Simba style. “You promise to be good for Alex, don’t you?”

All she gets is a lot of squirming and screaming, there were also a lot of attempts at scratching Kara’s nose.

“See?” Kara says, chuckling nervously. “She’s telling you she’s good.”

Alex looks skeptical, her arms crossed against her chest.

Kara sets her down on the couch, and crouches down low.

She tries to pet her head, but Lena bites at her finger, she catches her teeth on the skin of her supersuit’s thumb slot. She bites deeper, her teeth accomplishing nothing but a few dents.

And oh, Rao she thinks she’s such a feral little cat but her pink adorable gummy snarl says otherwise.

“I’m sorry, I’ll be back. I promise,” she whispers, careful not to let Alex hear. “And then we’ll figure it out later, okay? The safest place for you right now is to be with Alex.”

She really doesn’t want to go, and based on Lena’s protests she doesn’t want Kara to go either. But well, Andrea had finally threatened to fire her if she disobeyed...which is...fair.

She’s aware she’s been doing a less than stellar job at being a journalist lately. Rao, what an understatement. This is basically her make it or break it.

“Look, I’ll be quick, promise. Be good to Alex,” Kara murmurs. She presses a kiss on Lena’s furry forehead. Lena finally unclenches her jaw and lets Kara go. The little whine she lets out, letting Kara know that she knows the battle’s lost.

“Both of you, be good,” Kara tells them sternly. “Alex, please don’t yeet my cat out of the window.”

Alex shrugs, staring at the cat with suspicion. “I make no promises.’

Lena is staring at Alex just as hostile. Great. They both deserve each other.

Kara sighs exasperatedly. Well, at least she tried.

******

She gets a very angry Alex Danvers on the line, right after she’s finished talking to some sources. It’s nighttime now, and when she checks her watch—yep, she’s left Lena in Alex’s care for more than six hours.

Crap.

“Hey, Al—”

“KARA IF YOU DON’T PICK UP THIS THIS THIS GODDAMNED HAIRBALL RIGHT NOW, YOU WILL NEVER SEE IT EVER AGAIN.”

There is loud meowing, and then, “What the- Get off! Get off me right no-”

The line clicks dead.

Kara Danvers quickly changes into an alley, manages to break the sound barrier.

******

It’s Kelly who opens the door.

“Hey, Kara,” she greets her. Kara is impatiently rocking on her heels, trying to peer past Kelly’s shoulders.

The place was quiet; ridiculously quiet, and Kara feels fear swoop in her belly.

“Please, tell me my cat is still alive,” Kara bursts out, Kelly just gives her a pained smile and oh, no, oh no.

She muscles her way past Kelly to a brooding Alex on the couch.

Lena is nowhere to be seen.

“Alex, Alex where’s my cat? Where is she? Where did you put her?”

Alex finally looks up at her, Kara taking notice of the red marks on her arm.

Oh no, Lena, what did you do?

“Calm down, I didn’t throw the little demon away. She’s-" Alex sing-songs before finishing, "on time-out.”

“Time-out?” Kara asks, voice shaking. Rao, does she really want to know.

Alex takes too long to answer, taking a swig of her beer first before pointing to a corner in the living room.

And there, she spots it.

It, being a small pile of laundry on the floor, next to an upside down hamper. A big white hamper housing one Lena Luthor. There's a crude cardboard sign stuck on it; "Kitty Jail". Alex has also stacked a few encyclopedia on top of it, no doubt an attempt to keep Lena from escaping.

“Oh! Oh, Lena!”

Kara superspeeds her way and scoops Lena up, the cat meowing immediately and curling into Kara’s chest.

“You named the cat after Lena?!”

Crap.

Kara turns around slowly, “Uhm yeah?”

Alex just shakes her head. “Unbelievable.”

“Her eyes reminded me of Lena, okay?!” Kara yells defensively, pressing tiny kisses onto Lena’s fur.

“I’m sorry that Alex has been such a meanie to you," she coos, "I know you didn’t deserve it, baby."

Alex seems to perk up at that, because she raises up from the couch. “That,” Alex jabs a finger in their direction, Kara cradles Lena protectively, “That baby ruined my couch and she so totally deserves all the mean! All the mean in the world, Kara!”

Lena hisses in her arms.

“No, no. That’s not true. Lena is baby and she’s perfect and you’re just a meanie.”

“She ruined my upholstery! She left hair all over the place and that’s not even to mention the scratching!”

“Because you were mean to her!”

Alex scoffs, eyes bulging wide in disbelief.

“Get out,” Alex says, her brows pinching comically, “Get out of my apartment before that little devil causes more damage.”

“Gladly,” Kara says, and Lena meows her assent. They make their way past Alex, Kara unaware that Lena has stuck out her little tongue at Alex over her shoulder.

“And she’s not a little devil!” Kara calls out.

Alex slams the door in her face.

******

That evening, Kara pores over a thick spellbook, eyes swimming with Latin symbols with a purring machine on her lap.

By midnight, Kara has managed to pass out on her couch, a black cat curled on her chest.

The spellbook lay open on her coffee table, forgotten.

******

The first sight that greets Kara when she wakes up are green eyes.

Green human eyes.

And then it hits her.

“Lena!”

The spell had blessedly wore off by morning, and Kara’s never been more glad to see the sunlight lighting up Lena’s face.

For a moment, Kara’s assaulted with the mental image of laying in a pool of sunlight with a black cat stretching leisurely next to her.

“Good morning,” Lena purrs, and oh Rao, that sound is much, much better than her meowing.

“You’re back!” Kara gasps in awe.

“I’m back,” she whispers, she’s still draped fully over Kara on the couch. A blanket covering them both.

“Rao, I missed you.” A palm comes up to cup her cheeks, Lena automatically nuzzling into the inside of her wrist.

“Mm, I missed me, too,” Lena tells her, face breaking into a small smile. Kara traces her fingers up and down Lena’s spine. Oh, how she’s missed touching Lena’s skin.

Wait-

Skin.

Is she-

“Lena,” Kara begins, swallowing. Her nerves not going unnoticed.

Lena raises a brow at her. “Kara?”

“Are you- uhm- ah. Are you naked right now?”

Lena’s eyes light up like a cat’s and Kara knows she’s in trouble.

“Mm. It seems that I am,” Lena says, and all Kara can do is gulp.

“What are you gonna do about it?”

special shoutout to @mike-wachowski, @sexybread-png and @thebreakfastgod for their cat expertise without whom this silly little fic would not be written.