#is this what cats looks like to normal people

[meerkatp]

I made this a couple years ago. Been feeling relevant again.

Honestly I'd argue that currently BIDEN is more responsible for the current death long covid and sickness count. And that's not to downplay what likely will happen in the future, but it was FUCKING INFURIATING how they dropped all covid restrictions way too soon because it wasn't Trump insisting on it, it therefore wouldn't look bad to go "back to normal", the lives of vulnerable civilians be damned. And while I'm sure things will get worse again in the future, especially considering we've now got fucking bird flu to be worried about, Biden's part in the spread of covid in this country should not be downplayed.

But hey, now that it's Trump doing it, the genocidal maniac that most people are willing to admit is a genocidal maniac is in control again, and now that he's got other obviously cartoonishy evil people in charge of departments like the CDC, people will start to care again and admit this shit is bad and fucked again, right? Right?

Anyways at least do your part in protecting you, your loved ones, and anyone else you come into contact with as well as anyone that person comes in contact with and wear your fucking mask. Surgical masks are good and effective but N95/KN95 masks offer so much more protection. General cloth masks don't give much protection at all so if you want a non-disposable one seek out one that offers actual protection.

Get vaccinated. The CDC said that generally you should be vaxxed about every 8 weeks. With RFK Jr. now heading the CDC you should do this sooner rather than later.

Don't eat out at restaurants, get takeout/ delivery or if you're able to, make something at home. I shouldn't have to explain how eating out is a fucking stupid idea but I can't even get my parents to get it through their thick skulls so if you don't get it, when you eat in public, you need to take off your mask. And around other unmasked people covid can spread. Even if you are vaccinated it you can still spread covid, even if you don't have any symptoms. And eventually it could get to someone who's either not vaccinated or immunocompromised and give them the permanent disability of long covid, or kill them.

As for bird flu, while there currently haven't been any cases of it being transmitted from human to human, humans have still gotten it from birds (wild and domestic). Cows have also been documented getting it. Also cats are extremely susceptible to bird flu and there have been several cases of them dying from it. So keep your cats indoors. There already are a bunch more reasons to keep them indoors but this is currently the most dire. Bird flu is already a big reason why eggs are so damn expensive right now. It's because captive birds keep getting it, leading to the farmers having no choice but to kill their entire flock. And let's not forget the whole bird flu thing got it's start under Biden who proceeded to just ignore it. And yes Trump will make it worse, there's no doubt about that, but we cannot forget Biden's part in all of this either.

[w2mini]

RED MEANS TAKEN DUMMY! atsumu x reader

-happy valentines 𓂃۶ৎ warnings: reader is reserved, swearings, black cat x golden retriever (I'm never getting tired of this trope for atsumu) fluff only

For Atsumu, he's always been drawn to you—the quiet, pretty muse from unfortunately another class who never seemed to fall for his popular charm. And what's worst is that you weren't even doing anything to catch his attention. It was just a random Tuesday when you were introduced as a new student in Inarizaki, then went on with your day as a normal student like everyone would—and that?

That drove him crazy.

It was probably your reserved nature that felt refreshing to him since he's used to having a crowd of admirers around him. You weren't trying to stand out, be loud—you just always seemed like you had your own little world to be content with.

And he desperately wants to be a part of your life. But let's be real—he's probably not the type to immediately accept his feelings about you because this is genuinely the first time he's falling for someone, so with some ups and downs, denial, and winning a war with his own feelings—yep, he wanted you BAD.

So little by little, he would hang out with you during breaks, keep you company, and slowly become a part of your inner circle—you grew fond of him in your own quiet way. So with Valentines coming up, Atsumu decides it would be the perfect time to confess his undying love for you.

But of course this is an Inarizaki centered story, and it's not one without chaos.

"Yo, have you guys seen the new post from the student council?" The volleyball club were currently in the gym practicing as usual every after school times. Akagi, who was simply scrolling at his phone during break ends up with an interesting post from their student council's social media page regarding the event tomorrow. "The color-coded shirts? still haven't decided what I'm gonna wear to be honest." Aran replied, approaching Akagi to look at his phone, checking what each color meant. To celebrate Valentines, the student council announces a color-coded Valentine's event wherein students wear shirts that indicate their relationship status: Red meant taken, White meant single, Pink means friend-zoned, Black meant heartbroken, etc. Atsumu, who was already plotting his confession, grinned to himself. White it is, because, obviously, he's saving himself for you. So could you just imagine on a Valentines day morning, he's all excited walking at the school, ready to show off in front of you, and sees you in the hallway—

... wearing a red top.

aka TAKEN.

his soul shatters at the sight.

I—what—When—WHO???? Osamu and Suna who was with him—seeing the devastated face on Atsumu bursts into laughter.

He turned to Osamu, aggressively whispering "WHEN THE HELL DID THIS HAPPEN???”

"She's taken? tough luck Miya." Suna says in between giggles.

You on the other hand who was just simply talking to a friend—doesn’t recognize the chaos happening behind you for wearing a red top.

“You never told me you were in a relationship?” Your friend offhandedly asks, but they were also internally panicking because they know about Atsumu’s plan.

You tilted your head in confusion, “huh? but I dont?”

“what? it’s red though.” your friend points at your top.

“so? don’t people wear red for valentines?”

You friend’s expression drops.

“[name] you dumbass.”

—

Atsumu spent the whole day sulking, even during practice. He messed up the easiest receives, screwed up his sets, and almost hit Suna on the head with his serve.

that damn red top, he’s never been this furious over a color, and what’s worst is that you looked good with that top too!

How come he had already lost without starting?

And how come he never knew you were already in a relationship? You never gave hints or said anything about being in a relationship—

“If I were you, I would’ve confessed already rather than sulking like that.” easier said than done Aran.

“She was wearing red, RED!” Atsumu dramatically exclaims as he drowns on his own sorrows.

“What did red mean again?” Ginjima asks.

“Taken.” Suna replied bluntly, making Atsumu hiss at the word.

“Never stood a chance huh?” Osamu grinned mockingly.

“SHUT YER TRAP SAMU.”

Kita could only facepalm at the situation, but he’s rather amused since this is the first time he’s seen Atsumu like this, “You know Atsumu, have you ever thought that maybe she just wore the color and discarding the meaning?”

Atsumu’s ears perked up, then Ginjima suddenly had a lightbulb over his head, “Oh yeahhh, it could mean like that too, there were a bunch of guys wearing black for fun earlier despite not being in a relationship.”

“Maybe try asking her about it then?” Akagi suggested.

I mean, it wouldn’t hurt to try.

Actually scrap that, it would.

That is until knocking was heard on the doors of the gym.

The team looks over to the source of the sound then sees—

You… with a small box.

“Uhm, pardon me but can I call for Atsumu?” You asked, peeking over to the doors.

Atsumu immediately RAN and was suddenly infront of you, looking… nervous?

“Did ya’ uh, need anything?” he asks, his voice crackling a little.

Then, you hold out the gift to him. “For you.”

Atsumu froze.

“Huh…?”

“Thanks for always keeping me company,” you say softly. “I know I’m not the easiest person to approach.”

Atsumu finally finds his voice. “Wait—so yer not datin’ anyone?”

You blink. “No, why?”

His brain short circuited. He points at your top, “But—THAT’S RED.”

“So?”

That’s when he realizes.

You didn’t know shit about the color-coded event.

His entire face lights up, and lets out the most dramatic sigh of relief. “Wearing red means taken stupid.” He says, flicking your forehead.

It was your turn to get struck by realization now.

No wonder everyone kept asking if you were in a relationship, and no WONDER everyone was wearing different colors for valentines.

Oh you feel fucking stupid.

You then immediately took your phone out, opening an app then searching for your school’s official account page.

You face drops seeing the png file on the very first post that appeared, no wonder why your friend had asked that odd question.

“I��didn’t know…” you muttered, embarrassed about the whole misunderstanding.

Atsumu only chuckled in response, laughing at your misery. “Yer’ killin me ya know that? I though I lost my chance before I even tried.”

You perked up. “You were trying?”

“Obviously.” He grinned.

You smiled warmly, feeling funny about the situation. “Try harder then.”

Atsumu had the brightest grin on his face, he ruffled your hair then gently took the gift from your hands. “Oh I definitely will.”

“P-D-A ALERT” Osamu suddenly shouted from the gym, surprising you and pissing off Atsumu.

“MIND YER OWN BUSINESS!”

WOOOO KINDA SHORT IM SO SORRY GUYS but happy valentines!! and of course I had to celebrate it by writing my all time favorite character😻 hope you guys enjoyed HDJHFODK

💐 >> bouquets for those who don’t feel special enough on this special day <33

[xi4oyan]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Teacher Tigress (=මᆽම=)Part 1 Part 2

: ̗̀➛ MK

: ̗̀➛ He tries to act normal around you, but it's obvious he's nervous. You have this intense aura that makes him feel like any wrong move could result in a punch (which… isn’t entirely wrong).

: ̗̀➛ “Are you like… stronger than Macaque?” “Do you want to find out firsthand?” “No, ma’am.”

: ̗̀➛ At first, he tries to break the ice with jokes and banter… You don’t laugh. That hurts his pride a little.

: ̗̀➛ He realizes that the only way to earn your respect is through dedication to training. So, for the first time, he stops talking and actually focuses.

: ̗̀➛ When he finally manages to block one of your attacks, he gets so happy he yells, "I DID IT!" … And then you take him down in one swift move.

: ̗̀➛ After a while, he starts following you around like a puppy. He wants to hear your stories, learn your techniques, and understand how you became so incredible.

: ̗̀➛ One day, he casually asks, “Were you always this tough, or did something happen?” The look on your face makes him instantly regret the question.

: ̗̀➛ MK doesn’t know exactly what Wukong did, but he feels like it was something big. He tries to mediate, only to realize you don’t want mediation at all.

: ̗̀➛ He shivers a little when you call him by his full name in that warning tone.

: ̗̀➛ He starts seeing you as an older sister—one he respects a lot but is also slightly afraid of annoying.

: ̗̀➛ Mei

: ̗̀➛ Mei becomes completely obsessed with you the moment she meets you.

: ̗̀➛ “WAIT, WAIT, YOU’RE A REAL TIGRESS??”

: ̗̀➛ She has absolutely no fear of bombarding you with random questions. “Have you ever hunted anything? How does your bite compare to a shark’s?”

: ̗̀➛ After seeing you in action, she starts calling you “Sensei Tigress” and refuses to stop.

: ̗̀➛ She desperately wants to see a fight between you and Wukong. When she suggests it, both of you look away.

: ̗̀➛ “What? What?? What am I missing?!”

: ̗̀➛ You respect Mei’s energy, but sometimes she talks too much.

: ̗̀➛ When you finally praise one of her moves in training, she freaks out.

: ̗̀➛ You overhear Mei and MK whispering about your past once. Your ear twitches, and they freeze.

: ̗̀➛ She places mental bets on when you and Wukong will resolve this tension.

: ̗̀➛ She feels proud when you call her by her name without sighing first.

: ̗̀➛ Pigsy

Pigsy isn’t surprised when he meets you. He’s seen too much to be shocked anymore.

: ̗̀➛ “Ah. So, you’re a tigress. Big deal. Want some noodles?”

: ̗̀➛ He treats you with quiet kindness, no questions or judgment.

: ̗̀➛ You don’t usually accept gifts, but you accept his food. It’s the one offering you allow.

: ̗̀➛ He notices the tension between you and Wukong on the first day. But unlike the others, he doesn’t try to understand or ask.

: ̗̀➛ You respect that.

: ̗̀➛ “I don’t like people who talk too much.” “Then why are you surrounded by them?”

: ̗̀➛ He notices how your eyes look more tired when you think no one is watching.

: ̗̀➛ When he senses you’re too tense, he simply places a plate of food in front of you without saying anything.

: ̗̀➛ One day, he says, “If you ever want to talk about it, it doesn’t have to be now.” You never respond, but something in your posture relaxes slightly.

: ̗̀➛ He knows that, deep down, you’re just waiting for a reason to trust someone again.

: ̗̀➛ Sandy

: ̗̀➛ Sandy loves you from the moment he meets you.

: ̗̀➛ He doesn’t mind your silence. In fact, he enjoys it.

: ̗̀➛ You feel comfortable around him because he doesn’t fill the space with unnecessary words.

: ̗̀➛ His cat likes you, which makes you lower your guard a little faster than usual.

: ̗̀➛ He notices that you never truly relax. You’re always in a defensive stance, even when you seem at ease.

: ̗̀➛ He tries to teach you breathing techniques to ease your tension. You resist at first, but eventually, you try.

: ̗̀➛ “So… you and Wukong have a long history, huh?” You narrow your eyes, and he raises his hands. “No judgment.”

: ̗̀➛ He sees how Wukong watches you when he thinks no one is looking.

: ̗̀➛ He never pushes you to talk, but he makes it clear that if you need a safe space, he’s there.

: ̗̀➛ You appreciate that more than you can express.

: ̗̀➛ One day, he sets a cup of tea beside you and just sits there. No conversation, no expectations. Just silent company. You don’t admit it, but it makes you feel… better.

: ̗̀➛ Tang

: ̗̀➛ Tang has so many questions.

: ̗̀➛ “YOU WERE PART OF THE JOURNEY TO THE WEST???”

: ̗̀➛ He freaks out and starts listing all the stories about Wukong, trying to figure out where you might have been.

: ̗̀➛ You stay silent. This makes him even more curious.

: ̗̀➛ He quickly realizes that your issue with Wukong runs deep.

: ̗̀➛ He tries to bring up legends, but you don’t seem interested.

: ̗̀➛ He tries, tries, and tries again—until one day, you casually drop a small, insignificant piece of information. To him, it’s like winning the lottery.

: ̗̀➛ “A-ha! So, you really fought demons!”

: ̗̀➛ He respects your strength, but he wants to know more about your story.

: ̗̀➛ One day, he catches you looking at Wukong’s statue with a complicated expression. He pretends not to notice.

: ̗̀➛ You think he talks too much, but deep down, you get used to it.

: ̗̀➛ Macaque

: ̗̀➛ Macaque lives for the tension between you and Wukong.

: ̗̀➛ He can tell the moment he sees you that there’s a lot of unresolved history.

: ̗̀➛ “So… The Great Sage had a partner in the past?” “I was not his partner.”

: ̗̀➛ He teases Wukong about it every chance he gets.

: ̗̀➛ “You know, she has every right to hate you.” “SHUT UP, MACAQUE.”

: ̗̀➛ He tries to get details out of you, but you don’t take the bait.

: ̗̀➛ However, he knows Wukong hurt you somehow.

: ̗̀➛ “If I were you, I’d make him crawl a little more before forgiving him.”

: ̗̀➛ You roll your eyes but don’t respond.

: ̗̀➛ Deep down, he respects you. Maybe because, on some level, he understands your pain better than the others do.

: ̗̀➛ “When you want revenge… just call me.” You don’t answer. He smirks, because he knows you considered it.

: ̗̀➛ Sun Wukong

: ̗̀➛ WHAT CAN HE DO TO FIX THIS??? HE DOESN’T KNOW!!!

: ̗̀➛ You avoid eye contact. He avoids it too, but for the wrong reasons.

: ̗̀➛ Every short answer you give feels like a dagger to his chest.

: ̗̀➛ He tries to act casual, crack jokes, but it doesn’t work anymore.

: ̗̀➛ “Are you still mad about that?” The glare you give him is so cold that he nearly shrinks back.

: ̗̀➛ He wants to apologize, but he doesn’t know how.

: ̗̀➛ Worse yet: he doesn’t know if he deserves forgiveness.

: ̗̀➛ For the first time in centuries, Sun Wukong is scared. Not of you. But of losing you forever.

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . to be continued

[rafesweetie]

so, how did kitty!reader and john b meet ?

you truly were like a cat, prowling through the crowds of people at the boneyard. you had snuck out of the house an hour ago because god knows your father, deputy shoupe, would never let you leave the house to go to a keg party hosted by the pogues. especially because a man had just been found dead in the ocean after the hurricane, your father would take no risks with his innocent and sheltered daughter.

shoupe couldn’t tell you what to do. he’d always tried, but you made up her mind a long time ago that you were better off without his judgement.

you walked over to the pogues, sneaking up behind them to ask for a beer. you were quiet, but less like a stray cat, and more like a black panther. the pogues were startled when youshe appeared behind them, because you’re quiet, even in her black kitten heels.

they seem to be on edge for whatever reason. you’re an innocent-looking girl, they have to reason to be tense. they usually wouldn’t give a fuck if you were the deputy’s daughter, but they’re already on the run, and they can’t take any chances.

so john b does something that normally jj would do in this situation — he charms the enemy. “hey pretty, do you want a beer?” he offers.

“yes please,” you say gently, confident and meek at the same time.

he nods and pours one for you, then hands you the full solo cup. “thanks,” you say, then turn to go. no, he can’t let you leave yet. what if he’s made a bad impression, then something goes wrong with the cops, and you do nothing to protect him?

“hey, wait,” he grabs your shoulder to spin you around. “d’you wanna hang out with me? it’s boring handing out beers here on my own,” he smiles and it’s so sweet.

“i’m actually looking for a friend—“

he shakes his head no and interrupts you. “i’d just love to get to know you better, s’all,”

you gaze up at him, hesitant and on guard, but you nod. he’s cute and he seems nice enough. “okay,” you stand beside him.

“i’m john b routledge,” he introduces while handing a beer to some touron.

you blink up at him, eyebrows furrowed. “big john’s son?”

“yeah, that’s me.”

“oh,” you say. “my dad talks about you,”

“good things?”

“not so much.”

he laughs and you don’t expect it. usually when you find out the deputy of your town hates you, you don’t find it funny. but john b is different — in a good way. that laugh makes you like him instantly, because you realize you’re not the only person who doesn’t worship your dad.

“yeah, figured, your pops doesn’t like me very much,” he shrugs.

“why not?” he’s noticed all your answers are short. you remind him of kiara, a bit closed off.

“nothin’ serious, pretty girl, don’t worry about it. i just don’t wanna be put in fucking foster care, and shoupe and plumb don’t like me living on my own,”

“oh.”

you hear your friend call to you when she spots you in the crowd. you glance up at john b, as if you’re… asking for permission to leave him for your friend? you’re just so used to an overbearing single father, that being around any man makes you think they’ll act the same. truthfully, john b normally would act like that. you’re sweet and innocent and he wants to bring you out of your shell. of course shoupe would be protective, anyone would! but, topper thornton calls his name from another direction, and he knows something will go down.

“yeah, don’t worry, you can go,” he assures.

you nod up at him. “it was nice to meet you john b. i’ll see you around?”

“‘course you will,” he agrees, staring at topper coming closer.

he doesn’t realize just yet how everything is about to go down, and he’ll be seeing you around and begging for help to escape your father before you both know it.

[apparitionism]

Court

Happy @b-and-w-holiday-gift-exchange , @amtrak12 ! What I have for you is the start of a story—it would have been a more lengthy start, but work and other concerns perfect-stormed me into an unanticipated time crunch. Excuses, excuses... I know, and I regret it. However! What I don’t regret at all is how your many great ideas inspired me; you’ll see which of those I began with (tweaked a bit!), and as this gift keeps on giving, you’ll find I worked in several other possibilities as well. Here’s hoping they combine into a whole that—over time—brings you some moments of enjoyment. (Many thanks to @kla1991 , of course, for the continued heroic herding of the fandom cats.)

Court

Breakfast, Myka has lately decided, or determined, or realized, is her favorite meal of the day. The reason is not that there is lately a new person at the breakfast table, but rather...

Okay. Yes. That is the reason.

Every morning, she waits for the reason to appear, here at breakfast, to remind her: of importance, of why it (she) is her favorite. Today begins the second week of this lovely new ritual—an anniversary of sorts, one she would like to be cherishing (H.G. Wells, Agent Wells, Helena Wells, at the breakfast table every morning for two weeks!)—but instead, she is being assailed by Pete’s distracting habit of pawing through the box of Lucky Charms, extracting the marshmallows, tossing them into the air (up through which they ascend, and down through which they tumble, in seeming slow motion), and catching them on his tongue like purposeless candy snowflakes. Or not catching them, at which point he scrabbles for them on the floor.

It’s viscerally offensive. Why doesn’t Leena tell him to stop it?

Oh. Leena isn’t here. Why isn’t—

But then Myka is again distracted, and even more viscerally offended, when Artie huffs in and declares, “I need lawyers.”

“You’re being sued for excessive curmudgeonation,” Claudia says with a sigh. “Had to happen someday.”

“I’m surprised we don’t have any,” Myka says, pretending that she can ignore what she’s waiting for.

Pete misses another marshmallow. “We’ve got a doctor but no lawyers?” he asks from under the table.

Claudia raps on it, right above his head. “We’ve got no accountants either, big guy, but I never saw anybody get surprised about that.”

“A blue moon!” he exclaims as he emerges, popping it into his mouth. “Because Artie’s worse than any accountant. Plus everybody thinks we’re accountants on account of being IRS.”

“I heard what you did there,” Claudia says.

Artie snorts. “Everyone did, unfortunately. But you’ve managed to bring me to my point.”

“Score!” Pete enthuses. “Maybe.”

“Thinking,” Artie says.

Pete deflates. “Aaaand I’m out. I don’t really do that.”

“Noted,” Artie says, looking over his glasses. “And you are out. This assignment requires making people think you’re a lawyer.”

“Mykes, I bet you’re up,” Pete says.

“I was pre-law,” Myka says, but with an internal I say things like this too often twinge.

“Two lawyers,” Artie continues.

Pete deflates again. “Aaaand you’re down. Even you can’t be two lawyers.”

“Agent Wells,” Artie then says. Music, that title and name are, which is certainly more than Myka would normally think of any words Artie utters.

Pete, however, gapes: “She can?”

With exquisite, yet hardly surprising, timing, Helena sweeps in. “Of course I can.” To Claudia, she asides, “What am I claiming the ability to do?”

Myka wishes she were the one Helena would so casually tap on the shoulder for a sidebar. Speaking of lawyers.

“Be two lawyers at once,” Claudia says.

Helena shrugs. “Haven’t tried. Certainly willing to.”

“Maybe you can be yourself and your evil twin,” Claudia proposes, which wins her an interested blink, plus raise of chin, from Helena.

Artie harrumphs at Claudia. “Don’t give her ideas.” Then he makes the same noise in Helena’s direction. “Though I don’t see how we’d tell one from the other.”

Helena’s face takes on an aspect with which Myka is thrillingly familiar, a “try me” challenge; it is the expression she wore—the memory flashes to life in Myka’s head—as she stepped close, closer, closest to Myka in that office in Tamalpais, and for the briefest instant, re-breathing Helena’s breath as her own, Myka loses the present plot...

...which she knows because when her hearing retunes, Pete is saying, “Aha. How do you gay-run-tee a win?”

Helena says, “Play both sides.”

They nod knowingly at each other. Myka seethes with jealousy at their consonance.

“Nevertheless,” Helena says, “couldn’t we simply steal it?”

Myka doesn’t know what “it” is, but she’ll infer, she’ll get back on board; she just needs to make sure she doesn’t blink out into some Helena-inspired reverie again.

“That’s the evil twin talking,” Claudia says, “because you’d end up in court for a whole different reason than ‘I’ve got the legal right to this artifact!’ Myka versus ‘No, I do!’ H.G.”

“We do try to avoid running afoul of the law,” Artie mumbles.

“That’s new,” Helena says.

“To you,” Artie snarks.

Myka always wants to step in; never knows how. Everything with Artie and Helena, speaking of sides, is double-dutch... which, honestly, Myka knows nothing about except as metaphor. She tries, “But we aren’t actually lawyers. And I’m pretty sure that runs afoul of the law.”

“Save your objections for court,” Artie says, ignoring the contradiction.

It’s what Myka would have wished him to say, so she admonishes herself about gift horses, trying to push the concern from her mind.

And then she forgets to try, for Helena catches her gaze, assessing then smiling, sly, then saying a single, satiny word: “Adversaries...”

The syllables envelop Myka as if embroiling her, paradoxically, in a conspiracy.

She hadn’t thought of the situation that way, but suddenly she sees it sees it sees it—then she sees it further, sees herself and Helena free of the Warehouse, if only for the length of a trial, if only in the space of a court, existing as adversaries with stakes high but not mortal... it’s an arena in which she might fight Helena and win... or at least play to a draw, for Myka knows she is good with precedent, with bringing the previous to bear on the present... then again, applying the volumes of information always available to her can be laborious—and Helena is, among other things, quick. Objection! Myka can hear her saying, feel her leaping to say, in response to some carefully crafted question from Myka. And the judge, any judge, would be captivated, would ignore Myka’s ensuing sputter entirely, would sigh “sustained,” chin in hand, gazing.

Myka considers casting herself as the judge, rather than as the now-hapless adversary. “In my chambers, Miss Wells,” she could order. Order! (In the court!)

She clicks back in as Claudia looks from Helena to her, back to Helena, back to her, tennis match–style. “Sparks are gonna fly,” Claudia pronounces, like it’s Solomonic wisdom... and maybe it is.

This, Myka thinks—printed in words, a silent-film intertitle in her head, each word appearing as she ideates it—is going to be fantastic.

TBC

Preview of coming attractions:

Pete to Myka: Are you wearing makeup?

Myka, exasperated: I’m going to court.

Pete: Who? The judge?

Myka: What?

Pete: And you’re the word nerd... but seriously, do they judge on hotness now?

Helena, who walks in looking like a dream: I certainly hope so. [She looks Myka over.] At the very least, I relish the competition.

[r4fe-cam3ron]

𓍯 ִֶָ FEBRUARY FOURTEENTH; side a — unchained melody - the righteous brothers | eric x reader

w; events are the same as the movie ‘a quiet place’ — though for this i’m imagining two years after aqpdo, barely there dialogue, sadness but with fluff. an; eric :( i love him. he needs absolutely more recognition 💔 i hope i do him justice.

mixtape here!

The waterfall outside has been the only noise giving you slight comfort ever since you've arrived here. A small little area that had houses built from some wood. It definitely was not much, but you could not complain. 

You weren’t exactly sure how many days, months, or even years had passed, all you had known was that the days had begun to mend together, leaving you in a slight stage of confusion most mornings when you woke up. 

There were people also that had surrounded you, thankfully. You felt as if you’d been completely alone, along with the deafening silence, you would have broken down. 

It’s sad to see the children here though. They didn’t deserve to have their home life ripped away from them at such a young age and learn how to survive out in the wild. 

It wasn’t fair to anyone. 

There was also a cat. The fluffy black and white creature was the one to guide you there in the first place. It had caught you off guard seeing the animal — caught you even more off guard when he had immediately walked towards you and brushed himself against your legs. 

Today, there was a pretty sunset — yellow blending in with the orange, the clouds a light hue. There’s a bit of rain, yet that hadn’t dimmed the light seeping inside from your open window. 

Your ears perk up slightly when you hear the creaking from your door. Glancing over your shoulder, your lips pull into a soft smile. 

There was also Eric. 

A kind soul who you had immediately taken a liking to. He was the one to show you around, writing every so often in a little notebook he had in his back pocket. 

You both had grown close. And, in a weird way, you had forgotten everything that had been ripped from underneath you. 

You stand from the chair and he quickly holds up his finger. You tilt your head as you stand by your chair. He turns his hand and points near his eyes, slowly closing them. 

Lifting a brow, he opens them and motions towards you as he nods his head. Nodding back in understanding, your eyes slowly close and you wait patiently for whatever he’s about to do. 

He’s close now — you can tell by the small touch that grazes over your hand. The rain had now begun to pour now, louder against the tin roof. 

Rain was your favorite. Especially the sound of the droplets hitting against the roof.

Not to mention, you could finally speak and hear Eric’s voice as well. 

“Open.” His voice is low, slightly raspy as he speaks. 

Slowly opening your eyes, they look down at his open hand. Your eyes soften as your own hand lifts and carefully picks up the small flowers he had picked from the ground. 

“Thought you might like some.” 

You smile softly, eyes lingering on the small blue and yellow petals before looking up at him. “Thank you,” They’ll welt quickly, yet you don’t mind at all. You’ll place them with the others that have begun to fill up your jar by your bed. “I love them.” 

Your voice is soft, low, and gentle. The sound of it has Eric smiling as he looks down at your open hand. Your eyes linger on his face a bit longer before looking at your palm as well. 

Almost flinching at the feeling of his fingertip brushing over your fingers softly, you quickly glance up at him. 

“What have you done today?” 

You shake your head quickly, glancing outside for a second before looking back. “Wrote in my journal. How about you?” It feels weird having a normal conversion, especially at such a low volume. 

He shrugs a bit, his plush lips pulling into a smile. “Walked around  a bit. You can come with me tomorrow, if you’d like.” 

You nod, tilting your head. “I’d love to.” 

He nods slightly, and suddenly, his thumb is brushing over your open palm. You gulp quietly, flushing at the touch. “Would you like to dance?” 

“Here?” Your brows lift slightly at the request. He only nods. “There’s no music.” 

“Don’t worry about that.” He reassures you in a soft tone that has you folding immediately. You nod, gently placing the flowers down by the jar before stepping back. The clouds had finally covered the colorful sky, now a light grey. There’s two candles you had lit that highlights the contours of Eric’s face and his brown eyes. 

His eyes follow his own movements as a hand lifts and gently grabs your own as his other wraps around your side. He smiles when your free arm drapes over his shoulders. 

It’s quiet for a moment, except for the rain that still pelts against the roof. He pulls you a bit closer, tilting his head against yours. There's another second of quietness, before he begins to hum softly into your ear. 

You smile to yourself as you listen to him, your mind reeling as you try to figure out what song he could be humming. 

It comes to you finally. 

Unchained Melody. Something you’d said — or rather, wrote — was one of your favorite songs. 

He tugs your arm forward and places your other arm around his shoulder before dropping his hand to your lower back. His hands are gentle with you, his movements slow and steady. 

Your smile suddenly begins to waver as your heart pounds in your chest when his nose drags against your cheek before brushing against your own. 

Your lips part slightly as your eyes drop down to his mouth before quickly looking back up to his eyes. 

“W-where did you learn how to—” He says your name softly, effectively cutting you off. The swaying suddenly stops and his hands are lifting to push back your hair before cradling your face — gentle, despite the callous’. 

You’re already breathless, and by the time he kisses you, your mind is a hazy place. It takes a moment, but you quickly follow behind, your hand slowly sliding up the back of his neck and into his curls. 

Just like Eric — the kiss is soft, gentle, and sweet. All loving and all giving. It’s a silent promise to keep you safe if things ever go bad once again as it once had. 

If the made-from-scratch solace was something to fear in the end, he would keep you safe. 

No matter his ending. 

His love for you was loud in a silent world. 

𓍯 ִֶָ tags; @ali-r3n — @marchsfreakshow — @sstar-ggirl

𓍯 ִֶָ thank you for reading! comments, reblogs, & feedback are welcome & greatly appreciated!

[blazingstar24]

TMA Pokemon AU: Jmart Edition

Alright here’s Jon and Martin’s teams! Previous post was on Elias and Peter’s teams which you can find: here. As Elias and Jon share some pokemon lines being Eye avatars and Peter and Martin kinda share one and the more in depth explanation is on that post

Jonathan Sims:

Espurr: As stated in my previous post, the Espurr-Meowstic line is Eye aligned and has strong psychic powers. Espurrs however cannot fully control theirs unlike the more experienced evolved forms. As such Jon and Espurr grow their powers alongside each other. He caught his Espurr shortly before his promotion (which Elias took as a good omen)

Espurr has mad beef with Meowstic though. She’s normally quite shy and tends to hide behind Jon or sit in his lap while he reads statements, but when Espurr sees Meowstic around the Institute, she immediately gets defensive (see cats puffing themselves up). It’s not uncommon to see those two in some kind of staring match around the archives.

Munna: Again per previous post, the Munna- Musharna line is Eye aligned with their dream/nightmare eating ability being similar to Eye avatars tormenting their victims dreams. Actually all head Archivists get a Munna upon promotion. Even Gertrude had one. Jon found a pokeball on his desk when he was promoted, a gift from Elias. He thought nothing of it until he read through Gertrude’s notes saying she was suspicious of it.

His relationship with Munna is complicated. The pokemon can’t help being Eye aligned, but he never wanted to be an Avatar of the Eye much less an avatar of anything. When he accepts being one and wakes from his coma, it evolves alongside his Espurr.

Type: Null : The funny thing about Type: Null is that it’s incredibly rare and not naturally occurring. It was made by people to imitate a god. A god that can use and be every type. Yes, Type: Null represents Jon being marked by all the fears (and a bit of the lighter) and is somewhat of the receptacle for it as well.

Jon has no memory of catching it nor does he question it until remembering the Leitner book he read as a child. Type: Null appeared as his after that incident. Its pokeball is always on his belt, he doesn’t know where it came from. Despite being a gift from the Web and what Elias is using to prepare him for the Watcher’s Crown, Type:Null is loyal and tries its best to protect Jon. It’s been with him for a long time and to be fair Jon is also quite attached to it as well.

Diving into the more vibes based pokemon now:

Smoliv: Anxious little dude. Peak wet cat Jonathan Sims energy. Also Jon feels like a grass type trainer if not for the supernatural shenanigans pulling him into a Psychic/Fairy typing.

Snivy: Again vibes but really Snivy has that same stuck up attitude of s1 Jon, it’s a solitary type pokemon and when it evolves into Serperior, it is able to defeat enemies with a single glare (Aka s5 Jon obliterating other avatars) Snivy was Jon’s starter pokemon, has been with him longer than any of the rest. Snivy’s prickly attitude is a much of a defense mechanism as it is for Jon.

Noctowl: Vibes but also Jon raised it from a Hoothoot! He would stay up late reading and a Hoothoot would be outside his window. It was his companion at night and eventually he saved enough allowance to buy a pokeball to catch it.

Jon thinks it makes him look scholarly….Tim says it means he’s a fucking nerd. Martin thinks it’s cute. If Jon has to battle, it’s Noctowl he’s sending out.

Martin Blackwood:

Audino: Healer pokemon, kind and gentle. Emotionally intelligent. Martin is at his heart someone who wants to help thus he would have an Audino. He also has Audino because he did drop out of school to become a caretaker for his mother so he would need the help of a healer pokemon.

Mawile: Mawile’s whole thing is that she looks cute but is deadly when you get close. Which does fit Martin’s looks like cinnamon roll, will kill you vibe. He’s got plenty of spitfire in him and yet tries to be kind. But truly Martin’s not the doe eyed guy that most people think he is. In fact out of all the archives staff, at least after Sasha is gone, Martin is the best battler they have.

He caught Mawile as his first pokemon and she is very protective of him. She likes to surprise people as Audino is the one people see hanging around Martin more often, so they are usually shocked when she pops out of her ball, ready to throw down.

Polteageist (antique form): Spooky tea. That’s it. Martin would have one. He thinks it’s cute and sure he caught it on Institute grounds and maybe the sheer amount of ghost types appearing around the Institute is a little creepy but Martin doesn’t mind. Who wouldn’t love a little tea cup?

Joltik: A nod to Web!Martin. He caught Joltik before being hired and the little spider loves to hang out with him. Joltik often sits happily upon Martin’s head and also sometimes messes up the electronics more than usual.

Joltik freaks the hell out of Jon so Martin is careful not to bother him with Joltik on his head. (Jon eventually gets used to it, but he does still get weird vibes from it)When Jane Prentiss attacks, Joltik refused to come out of its pokeball. Joltik also really hated Peter. Joltik is somewhat of a gift from the Web but it’s unaware of this. But it definitely made its hatred for Peter known for pushing Martin onto a different path.

Ninetales (Alolan): Caught during Martin’s Lonely arc. Martin’s not really an ice type trainer. He’s a multi type so it’s not like he has preferences but he’s very aware that Ninetales didn’t fit his team dynamic. And that was good because he caught Ninetales to help further his fooling of Peter.

Despite this, Martin does take care of Ninetales and as much as he did fight it, Martin does end up leaning towards the Lonely. As stated before Martin’s a damn good battler, and when shit goes tits up in the Apocalypse, he knows how to integrate Ninetales into his battle style and destroys avatar ass with them.

Sylveon (shiny): (The shiny part is just because the inverse blue and pink matches Martin’s color palette more.) Like I said in my Lonelyeyes poke post, it is Lukas family tradition to be given an Eevee and to turn it into a Glaceon upon being initiated into avatardom. So Peter gifted Martin an Eevee.

And welp sorry Peter, the power of love beats the Lonely and when Martin reveals he did all of this for Jon, his Eevee evolves into a Sylveon, thus rejecting the Lonely. (Elias was fucking losing his shit at this, he was almost too busy cackling to tease Peter about losing their bet.) It is also Sylveon that helps lead Jon to find Martin in the Lonely, despite not even know that it is Martin’s pokemon. Jon just felt somehow connected to it and through it, Martin.

Notes:

If they were in the actual Pokemon world, Martin would be an Ace Trainer or a Ranger. They are lucky Martin choose to be kind because he would make a damn scary pokevillain.

Jon would be a poke-researcher. He would love to just be filling out a pokedex, looking into pokemon myths and legendaries. Getting his ass beat by them pokemon like Professor Birch and the poochyenas. (Pokemon AU in which Jon is a professor who is always getting into trouble because he is dogshit at battling and Martin somehow always finding him on his journeys and having to save him from whatever legendary Jon discovered and pissed off. The archives crew are still Jon’s assistants and they are just like hey man maybe stop going into weird caves???)

Snivy was super snooty to Martin in the beginning much like its trainer. But also much like its trainer, Snivy got very attached to Martin as Jon too fell in love with him. Snivy was very distressed when Martin was on his Lonely arc and stopped coming around.

Audino is often very worried about Jon, seeing as the man is kidnapped on a regular basis, would probably keel over if a strong gust of wind came along, and has very little sense of self preservation. Martin has Audino watch over Jon when he’s off distracting Peter. Bless Audino’s heart because she had to hear the Jmart pining from both sides and she’s not even telepathic like Espurr so she can’t tell them to just kiss already.

Despite Jon not being great at taking care of himself, he is excellent at taking care of Pokemon. This is due to him reading a lot as a child and basically did the “i read the dictionary as kid so now i know lots of words” thing except he just read and studied pokedex entries a lot as child and now is super well versed in random pokemon facts. Which leads to him being very good at knowing what each pokemon needs. Even though Joltik freak him out, he still carries around battery packs for it to snack on.

[icewindandboringhorror]

I know this is just a silly bad quality random screencap of a screencap that I found on facebook lol, BUT it's a succinct enough image to easily describe the concept in a quick/accessible way hopefully :

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(and of course, feel free to elaborate in tags, etc.! (especially elaborating about other senses as well.. can you "hear" in your mind just as well as you can "see"? taste? etc.) It's an interesting topic to me, as someone who's like a 4.5 at MOST lol. I'm curious what option will be the most common :0c )

[krysmcscience]

I will be the first to admit I'm not the best at drawing animal or furry characters, but I wanted to get something scribbled down in my Non-Goof style, anyway. Plus, I've been enjoying the many reference pages folks were posting of their own designs for the Lamb and Narinder, so, uh. Here's mine, I guess! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

do not comment on how long narinder's tail is or i swear to the lamb i will make it even longer next time >:]

[waywardsalt]

congrats moonpaw on having a genuinely interesting and memorable design but sorry about your parents being literal first cousins

[anxiously-sidequesting]

To me personally malistaire is the funniest and most pathetic villain wizard101 has ever had AND I MEAN THAT SINCERELY!!! Between doomed children who have been manipulated, groomed, and isolated into becoming products of their environments, someone scorned who has been punished unfairly by having your biological heart torn out your chest and turning your children and all of reality against you to satiate their own ego, a nonhuman entity so powerful and so clueless they unintentionally threaten the lives of everyone around them, Malistaire FELL DOWN BRO. Like yeah you're bitchless now. You and me both. Get in line. Everyone in this room is bitchless. We are ALL living that ✨💅🏾💃🕺 Single Life™. You are a middle-aged man. Cope

[ame-to-ame]

Oh on last rb's note my friend actually read love bullet per my recommendation hehe and she likes it and it makes me so so happy hehe

[danielnelsen]

there’s so much i wanna do this week/month/etc but i’m just too sick, i have no energy, i can’t sleep, i’m constantly nauseous and headachey and on the verge of a migraine, i’m stressed and irritable and impatient and panicky…….how tf did i survive nearly 5 years of high school untreated if i can’t even manage this when i don’t have any major obligations rn

[bibleofficial]

i’m myself at home, me in public, & i runs it all

[red-dyed-sarumane]

in general im okay with a lot of things regarding my ocs as long as u remain aware they are My characters & i have the end say on what's canon with them. but yeah if u wanna draw them or write something about them or have them hang out with ur ocs or whatever im not stopping u

[dayurno]

are you going to read tsc when it comes out? and, if not: would you like your acolytes to give you the important kevin day updates or would you rather not?

oh my acolytes huh! well i don’t know :) it’s so nice of you to ask and i’m very touched actually…. nice to me 🥹…. i guess any (good) kevin updates would be nice and probably sway the balance on whether i read it or not, but at first glance i probably won’t read it unless it sparks my curiosity once it’s out and the story starts making its rounds around my circles :) i’m plenty interested in the period where jean stays with the foxes but i don’t much care for the trojans nor the proposed storyline*, though even a picky reader like yours truly can be convinced into buying a story if kevin day’s in it

*by this i don’t mean that i Dislike the process of jean healing but it’s just overall not my favorite theme and, to be frank, i don’t have much interest in reading about a normal well-adjusted team either. from my view tsc is aftg without my favorite parts (namely kevin day as a main character, the foxes’ messy dynamic, problematic and controversial side characters, neil’s narration, The Mafia, andrew in general) and while i am always and forever a ride or die for jean moreau, and i am glad he’s going to get better and be happy, a lot of my feelings for him don’t really stem from the idea that there is a softness underneath all the grit but actually and sincerely the fact that he is crazy. i Love jean because he’s horrible and scared and cruel and i don’t know if i’ll care much for him once he’s out of that state :) i meant it when i said a few months ago that i would’ve been more onboard with a story about the ravens (no matter how gruesome) or even a glimpse of jean’s pov in the nest, though of course nora sakavic should probably choose to be happy every once in a while so i wouldn’t ask her to write that

so tl;dr: you can send me good and relevant kevin updates if you want to and if they’re interesting enough i might read tsc in the future