#it’s a normal big cat tail that’s split into two at the end

[microwavablefork]

here comes the BOOYYY ✨

his ref is finally done i can rest in peace now (he’s modeled after a cougar but you can’t even tell sigh)

[grayalreadyis]

Beastars males meeting you || spoilers for s2!

Characters: Pina | Legoshi | Louis | Riz | Bill | Ghoin

TW || fluff (Except for in Riz's part), Devouring and death in Riz section

Y/N is an herbivore 👍(May make a carnivore ver later).

I'll probably write a part two later :33

Pina ~ He's a playboy we know, however meeting you he got butterflies. He thought he was getting Ill at first but when it started happening every time he caught a glimpse of you oh something was up. He decided one day to approach you at lunch, he had already asked around to learn your name (The only one he can keep straight). Only for the week after you began aquainted he dropped all the women he was trading off. You were the only one he had his eyes on, It was like a high for him getting to talk to you, gosh he even considered dropping the drama club so he could spend more time with you (You had to convince him not too).Pina's version of affection would be praising you and specially letting you help him care for his fur. ღ

Legoshi ~ He was terrified meeting you, and he thought you were terrified by him. So the most he'd do at first was watch you from afar at lunch or during class however Jack pushed him to ask if he could sit with you at lunch, the whole time he barely ate, he was distracted listening to you talk, his tail constantly wagging under the table the whole time. Every morning before class he'd want to go on a walk with you, he'd always get you a snack, and some water, he doesn't want you going to class without being taken care of.

Louis ~ Louis wasn't nervous meeting you at all, he spent at least two and a half weeks exactly getting to know you before he had already confessed to you. However he didn't exactly want the relationship public, really for you so you didn't have to deal with getting crowded and watched constantly but he'd still act a bit softer with you in public. He would've memorized your whole schedule so he could adjust his to come see you at least twice a day.

Riz ~ Riz was surprised meeting you, sure he was friendly with all the herbivores but something caught his eye about you. Maybe it was the way you didn't run from him, you loved his cooking, or the way you would run to him when another carnivore was acting up. He wanted nothing more then to hold you, to have you with him at all times god to memorize your scent. You made him feel so good he stopped taking his supression meds and it made him think about you even more, every thought, every movement he just wanted you. Until his thoughts evolved into ones of madness, wanting you to always be with him. To never leave him, you were the only one who could make his head stop splitting open. He devoured you 10 weeks and 8 days after you met, he wore the red stains you left on his pristine fur for 7 hours before he returned to his normal life.

Bill ~ Bill didn't really know what to think meeting you, you were fun to be around, made him laugh, but when you laughed it put butterflies in his stomach. He started to skip drama club sometimes just to see you, he was cautious because of you being an Herbivore. He was content with not telling you his feelings, he thought it was safer that way. Until one day while blabbering to you he accidentally spat it out, he only realized what he said when he saw you staring at him. You two ended up dating, and oh it made him regret ever going to the black market. Bill was swooning head over heels for you, he practically turned into a big house cat, just wanting your attention and affection.

Ghoin ~ Gohin spends every hour of his life inside the blackmarket so imagine his surprise when he found you, an Herbivore, wandering around there. He had you come with him back to his office, instantly questioning you as to why on earth you would come to the black market. After you left, he decided to keep an eye on you, honestly thinking you were ill or something. Until he found himself feeling sick to the stomach, right? Until it insistently got worse when you interacted again. God he hated it, but also liked it, and decided to indulge, making sure you were safe and allat.

[ant1quar1an]

Killer's guide to interacting with Anti's stages

Stage 1 Not like mine. He's kind of just vibing- but still hyperaware of almost everything around him. Most relaxed in this state and a whoooole lot more physically affectionate than normal.

His SOUL (kind of like a sparkle shape?) tends to be a bit smoother here- and those rings around whatever feathered horn-ears things are that stick out through the holes in his hats are smooth. And also not moving.

Safe.

Stage 2 Stage 1 except he's a gremlin who just wants mischief. That's all he wants- and he wants to haul me into his shenanigans, too. Usually kind of harmless but uh- the problem is...

the shift between stage 2 and stage 3 comes almost unnoticably. If it weren't for him going from a playful orange cat to a tiger slinking unnoticed through the mangroves.

his rings and SOUL tend to get a little sharper around this period in time.

Safe but... sliiightly unstable.

Stage 3 Woooo boy. Stage 3 is, well uh. Preeeetty wild. As mentioned before- this is where Anti turns inherently violent. Vicious, too. Not towards me but there's...

yeah. His SOUL starts sparking- and those rings start spinning.

His grin turns eerie. Those white, glowing sockets of his seem... a whole lot more empty. His two tails- don't think i mentioned them before (they're kind of like small parts of his spine split into two with big ol' diamond blades on the ends)- seem a lot sharper.

Unstable. Not dangerous but... there's potential for me to be caught in the crossfire.

Stage 4 Sparking SOUL and rings. His teeth look sharper (they're not, i don't think) and he's just- everything about him screams murder

this is the god killer. this is that guy i hear him talk about so much- a well-oiled machine built for slaughtering and shredding people apart with his bare hands. half sure he's kind of cannibalistic in this state- i don't stick around long enough

what's probably the most terrifying about this, though, is the bright fucking green-and-gold rings in his sockets.

for all of his normal eeriness, you wouldn't think that actually seeing something in the white, blank expanse of his sockets is scary to me but something about it makes me feel like a deer pinned beneath a starving tiger.

dangerous. don't interact.

... unless i'm looking for a potentially deadly spar. then interact all i want <3

[that-one-weird-simp]

KNY Monster AU

Yeah, i made another AU... Lol also some of these designs will not be based on their canon.

The monsters are the demons.. Hashira are the researchers... More on them later..

Muzan: he is basically his finale form, just the teethy mouths on his body replace his mouth on his face, his ears are pointed and his legs are animal like, yes he does have his Tentacles.

He has a tail that looks like a spinal cord with a blade at the tip of it. He has spikes at the base of it, his hands and feet are more animal like.

His calls are growls and screeches like a banshee.. His diet is raw animal meat and fish. But only certain species of Invasive fish or else he won't eat it.. He pick, the fish also have to be fresh water.

He must be fed 400 pounds of meat twice a day, or he'll get bitchy and screeches till someone feeds him.. He needs 800 pounds daily cause he burns alot of calories from how active he is.

His containment contains a shallow to a 20 foot deep pool, long grass and spider lilies to keep him calm (also his favorite flower) ropes of cable and chains for him to climb on.

He is is like a ferret.. Crackhead then a power nap.. Then more crackhead shit..

Behavior: oddly very playful, friendly and doesn't mind if any of the researchers, he would just be curious and check them out before doing his own thing.

Kokushibo: Basically his monster self just the weird ass appendages all over him are split into two rows on his back, His mouth is normal but he can unhinged his jaw like a snake and his hair is still in its nice pony tail, he does have two horns, but the right one is bigger then the other.

His is shirtless and he has thick furr from the waist down, his legs are also animal like and he has big cloven hooves. he has a thick based tail with a wipped thin end with some furr tuff at the end of it and its about 2 ft long while is tail is 6 feet long. He keeps his normal hight.

The noises he makes.. He is like a cheetah.. He meows and purrs, he can also chirp too..he did have a twin yoriichi but he unfortunately gotten deathly sick and passed. Other then that he is like an orange tabby cat..playful and loves it when you pet him.

His containment contains really long grass, a fresh water pool with some dummies so he can practice his hunting skills. He is a speed demon so everyday they would release him into a speed way type of room for him to run around and go wild in.

He also needs 800 pounds of beef daily. 400 pounds twice a day

Douma: he has a more disturbing appearance. His ScleraI is black, while his irisis are still rainbow with a slit pupil that is also black. His spine is visible and basically is sticking outof his bosy and is made of ice, same with his boney tail with a stinger at the end of it, his mouth is not normal.

Thats what his face looks like..

He needs to eat as much as kokushibo, he burns allot of calories crawling around in the vents that are present in his containment. He has to be kept in cold temperatures, he is pretty isolated so he gets bored and lonely easily, the researchers are making him a new location so he isnt so lonely. His diet constists of fish and pork, so 800 pounds of pork in the morning, 800 pounds of fish at night. He needs the calories for climbing and crawling at a fast pace.

He is very friendly around females, males don't faze him much, he tries to charm them and cuddle em.. The researchers are currently trying to find someone who is willing to spend the time with him.

He still wears his canon cloths but the back is ripped open for his patruding spine. his legs are animal like but are built for climbing and crawling, his claws are built like that too.

His calls are a number of shrieks and screams.. Basically a distressed demonic cat that is high on crack..

Akaza: he has the skull of a mountain lion, he does have long fluffy dear ears, the rims of the ears are blue. His blue stripes are made of fur, he still does have his hair but it trails down his spine and along his tail. His tail is thin but long. Like a crocs tail. He is a Quadruped and his he has paws.

His calls are like a lions mixed with a snow leopard. His containment contains things he can climb on, punching bags for his hunting skills. a pool so he can swim in. And a grass patch so he can role in it. He is neutral around others, doesn't mind anyone much.. Unless its kyojuro who is responsible for preparing the food..

Bro is all over him liie a touch starved puppy. He is disappointed when he has to leave to feed the others. He is not picky about his food he will eat any kind of meat. At least 200 pounds a day.. 100 pounds in the morn and 100 at night.

Hantengu and his kids (clones):

All of them are quad and bipedal. Each of them have animal skulls as their faces. Urogi should be obvious..

Urogi: hawk skull, his wings are fused with his arms and he does not have the pearl belt around his waist and he has the hawk tail feathers

Karaku: fox skull, ears are long and torn, his fox tail has the leaf shape at the tip (like his fan,also they are all naked but have fur down there waist and arms and have the feet of the animal they represent)

Aizetsu: cougar skull, the tip of his tail is the tip of his spear thats in canon.

Sekido: bear skull.. Nothing much to say about him..

Zohakuten: he is ligit just a nightmare fuel wooden dragon that slithers around.. Like the traditional japanese dragon

Hantengu: he is just a wooden goblin creature that just cowers in the corner and is close to dying of old age.

They eat together and need the same amount of food... 4 tons of beef daily. there exhibit is currently in repair cause urogi decided to be a shit and reck the AC because it gets hot. So they are in a empty temporary.. Room...

Gyokko: nothing much changed about his second form he just has more monstrous features and has a croc like face and his colors are different, he is more piebald with a gradient of blues and purples. His also has betta fish fins at the end of his tail.

Gyutaro and daki: gyutaro was almost a successful experiment, he is a mix of a utah raptor, but he doesn't have the feathers just some spikes that replace them.. Instead of a pony tail on the top of his head its actually a low pony tail. He has his original torso, but his arms and legs are ones of a utah raptor.

Daki, or ume. Was almost successful.. Her genetics were mixed with what were supposed to be Kaigaku and Nakime.. She was given clothing but she is almost fully human, she can eat human food, but her behavior and biology is different..

We don't have an enclosure for them yet since we are still doing testing.

Enmu: He is an interesting one.. He has a lion like nose, half his face is metal, both sclera are black, but he kept his blue irises. His pupils are shaped as X's. There is fluff along his right arm and metal on his left. He has long fennec fox ears that are really fluffy, he has Quadruped legs, one leg is fluffy while the other is metal.. We took some pictures for reference.

The little hairs that grow from the back of his head.. They were replaced with his ears.. His tale is a long, thick table cord attached to a grappling hook like device.

His enclosure is full of metal scraps and things for him to climb on.. He eats the metal scraps and we refill it once a month.. He screams as comunaction.. Like a baby snow leopard and a fox.. he has screaming matches with rui since the enclosures are next to each other..

Rui: he is the only one that is 95% successful.. His structure and everything, no mutations or any monstrous features.. But his biology still needs work and his vocals.. He sounds like a fox mixed with a cat.. He does haves screaming matches with enmu.. We do put them together, they seem to get along well..

*NOTE: all of the creatures shown are in the juvenile stage. This is not their final form and may mutate further*

This was one of the reported documents we found in the ruin building.. It seemed to contain immataions of beloved characters from the series kimetsu no yaiba.. Or known as demon slayer.. We have received information that the substances and technology used to make these creatures, also made the half the staff.. Their names were

Iguro obanai Shinobu kocho Kanea kocho Kanoa Tsyuri Mitsuri konroji Kyojuri rengoku Gyomei Himejima Muichiro tokito Yuichiro tokito Senami shinzugawa Genya shinazugawa Giyuu tomioka Tengen uzui Tanjiro kamado Nezuko kamado Zenitsu agatsuma Inosuke Hashibira

There has been video footage of the staff getting infected by the same substance used to create the demons. Since there is no trace of them we can assume they are all on the loose.. No doubt that the staff are also mutated creatures as well..

[antclan-blogs]

MOON 9

Slightstar saved Badgerdust from a big dog, and was barely even hurt. Chaffinchbounce wants to spend more time with Badgerdust.

This moon’s story under the cut!

“Any scent of other clans on the border?” Slightstar called, slinking through the trees towards the other two members of the patrol.

“Not that I can pick up.”Chaffinchbounce mewed, sniffing around a tree and flicking his tail. Slightstar nodded and turned to Badgerdust, who was prodding at a few stray twigs on the ground and looking distracted.

“What about you, Badgerdust?” the Antclan leader prompted. “Anything unusual? You’ve got a good sense of smell.”

Badgerdust looked up with clouded eyes and swivelled his head. “Hm? Sorry, I was…thinking about the kits again.”

Slightstar sighed and gave Badgerdust a long look. “It’s alright. But you need to start focusing more on your patrols than on your kin. They’re safe with Daisyiris back at camp.”

Badgerdust nodded and looked at his paws with shame as Slightstar and Chaffinchbounce began to move among the trees once more.

Following his clanmates slowly, Badgerdust barely picked up on what his leader was saying about borders—all he wanted to do was rush back to camp and be with his kits. They had just been weaned onto normal prey, so that the queen from the neighbouring clan could return home, and Badgerdust couldn’t wait for them to try all the flavours of the territory. He had already planned out where he would take them as soon as they were apprenticed so that they could experience the best hunting spots with their father by their side.

Just as Badgerdust was losing himself in another daydream, a piercing screech split the air and Slightstar came barrelling back towards Badgerdust. Confused and surprised, the warrior rooted himself to the spot, but was flung backwards by the force of Slightstar’s impressive tackle. The pair rolled backwards in a blur of claws and fur, and Badgerdust wondered momentarily if this was a punishment for not paying enough attention to the patrol.

“What are you doing?!” Badgerdust spluttered as Slightstar leaped off of him and pelted away. What was she running towards?

Scrambling to his paws, Badgerdust watched with raw fear and the dawn of realisation as a huge, slavering, rabid dog came bounding after him, close enough for Badgerdust to feel its disgusting hot breath on his face.

Badgerdust backed away slowly, but the dog kept approaching—it was hungry for cat blood. Making a meagre attempt at swiping the dog’s ear, Badgerdust prepared to meet his end at the dog’s hungry jaws.

Suddenly, a battle cry came rising from Slightstar, and she threw herself onto the beast with such sheer power that even the large muscled animal had to take a few steps to steady itself. Quick as lightning, Slightstar clawed at the dog’s eye before leaping down and darting in between its legs, nipping at its hindquarters with her sharp teeth.

“Back off!” She spat as Chaffinchbounce leaped in to send the dog running with one final blow to the nose.

As the once-furious dog fled with a wail of defeat, Badgerdust ran up to meet his clanmates and touched noses with Slightstar.

“Where did that thing come from?” Chaffinchbounce wondered aloud, panting slightly but otherwise alright.

“No idea. At least we apprehended it, or that could have been nasty.” Slightstar replied, giving her chest a few comforting licks.

“Thank you.” Badgerdust breathed. “You saved my life. Both of you.”

Chaffinchbounce shook his head. “Don’t thank us. You would’ve done the same.” He told his friend.

“We’re clanmates. It’s what we’re for.” Slightstar added. “I can’t blame you for wanting to be with your kits.”

“Are you hurt?” Badgerdust asked his leader anxiously, but she shook her head.

“Not in the slightest.” She replied.

And with that, the three cats fell into step and began the slow walk back to camp.

badgerdust is such a devoted dad i love him so much!!! especially after what he’s been through tbh

[k4creative]

Raven and Cat

Please be my beta readers! 😊

I saw this photo on facebook for the umpteenth time this week and I decided to consider it a writing prompt. I'm keeping the premise, but I am deviating from the picture somewhat.

Here is the first part. I hope, I’ll be able to continue it!

Note: english is not my first language.

Any comment, criticism and good-intentioned help is welcome!

I.

In a forest clearing, on a moss-covered, sunny rock, a big white cat sleeps.

Calling this cat white though is like describing a sunset as ’orange’, or the eye of your lover as ’blue’... As the sun rays glide over his coat, you can observe, that parts of it are white as milk, others are like whitewash, or the silvery-creamy white of a pearl. His whiskers fracture the light into rainbow-coloured sparkles, and his fluffy tail – his pride and joy – gleams like the light of a harvest moon.

He sleeps restlessly. His ears are constantly twitching - catching the noises of the forest –, so does the end of his tail. Now his ears perk up, he opens one yellow eye and in the very next second he’s sitting upright, regally curling his tail around his front paws. He looks like, he never slept. An unholy swishing sound fills the forest clearing as an enormous black bird breaks the treeline. It lands without fuss a little further from the cat. It’s eyes glow purple for a moment, but the next blink clears the enchantment, leaving only the normal colour of anthracite in the big bird’s iris.

-Well? – asks the cat, unable to mask his agitation.

-Nothing. – comes the reply in a sharp, edgy tone. – I looked everywhere. – continues the bird, adjusting their chest feathers irritably – There’s no way she’s still in the vicinity. I can see traces of her mana all over the place…it is her territory after all…but beyond the Border…only a faint trail pointing North. We’re gonna have to follow her dammit! It’s been a month…

-I vote we wait for another week. There were times, she was away longer than…

-Yes yes – interrupts the raven rather rudely – but she always, always left instructions and sent dreams if she was delayed.

The cat visibly pouts after the interruption. His whiskers twitch and his pupils dilate for a split second. He remains accusingly silent, looking daggers at his companion.

-Look – says the raven, perfectly imitating a human sigh – I know you are territorial…I am too, but this is serious stuff.

-What about her villages? – asks the cat, finding her superior tone again.

-They have to make do without her anyway. – shrugs the raven – We did everything we could since she left. We educated that dull herbalist down in Riverbend. I replenished the potions of all the barber surgeons in the area and you strengthened every enchantment around the Border. The people gotta be fine until winter. – they tilt their head with a nasty expression on their beak - If this is not enough, they’d die without her anyway…

The cat lowers his lashes disapprovingly, then he lets out a sigh, yawns and stretches. The raven fidgets, waiting for a reply. They know that the cat has a bad temper and a stick up his butt about basically everything, so they force themselves to be patient. With two small licks of the hair on his chest, he finishes the ritualistic stretching and – apparently – the thinking too.

-I think in this particular matter your surmise might be true, bird. – the cat’s sonorous voice sounds in the raven’s head – However, an expedition of this importance and caliber should not be rushed. We need provisions: food, water, enchantments…we have to think about lodgings along the way…

-You must be joking! You are a hunter and a high class mage for the goddess’ sake! And I am a proud scavenger. Food? Water? Lodging?! It’s high summer, we can sleep wherever and whenever. You are nocturnal and I can adapt my eyes, so we can even move at night...! Stop pussyfooting around this and let’s go!

The moment they say it, the raven knows it was a mistake. They pull their head way down between the wings and with rapid blinking, looks apologetically at him. His eyes sparkle, ears flat, mane is all fluffed up and his whole body radiates righteous indignation. If the situation wouldn’t be this serious, the raven would flee now, till he calms down, but not now.

-Look, I am sorry! It was tactless of me to use that word, but we have to go and we have to start now!

-I will not let this insult slide, bird! -  sounds his voice in the bird’s head, underlined with a faint growl emanating from his throat. His blue left and yellow right eyes sparkle with fury. The raven is certain that if the enchantment would still be active, they’d be able to see his mana swirling red around his paws. After a few seconds of heavy eye contact, he gets a hold of himself.

-Unfortunately we really are pressed by time here. – he sighs, forcing calm on himself - She can only count on us. I will follow your lead for now, but be warned: you’re dancing on thin ice.

With that, the cat swishes his tail and with energetic bounds, fueled by his unquenched anger, he leaves the clearing. Due North.

The tension leaves the bird’s body after a few seconds. They imitate a heavy sigh again, and to calm themselves down, they emit a silent, low, purring ’kraa’. With a full body shake, they tidy their plumage, activate the enchantment in their eyes with a heavy blink, then take off to the sky, their giant wings beating the air heavily.

[crowborn666-writes]

TWST OCs: Sicel & Ambrose Blythe

(Their UM took forever to figure out. And help the amount of times I spelled Sicel's name wrong-)

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Inspo/Twisted From: The Siamese Cats (Si & Am) (Lady and The Tramp 1955)

Age: 16

Height: 5'7 (170 cm)

Birthday: April 30th

Homeland: Fleur City (Shaftlands)

Dorm: Pomefiore

Grade and Class: 1st Years (Freshman)(Class 1-C, no. 21 & 22)

Best Subjects: Magic Analysis (Sicel) / Defense Magic (Ambrose)

Club: None/Undecided

Unique Magic: A Head For You / A Tail For Me

(Sicel) AHFY: Mirrors a spell directed at him or a person of his choosing, sending it back to its caster.

(Ambrose) ATFM: Absorbs an incoming spell, using the power to amplify his next spell or another person's magic/spell of his choosing.

Their unique magic cannot be used on certain spells. (ex. Riddle's UM, since his would take priority and block their magic before they had the chance to cast.)

Their unique magic cannot be used on each other. (Trust me, they've tried. Both spells merely fizzled out with no effect.)

Voice Claims: Undecided

Looks:

Light brown hair, short length. Ambrose's hair is kept a bit messier than Sicel's, and is also longer by an inch or two.

Bright blue eyes.

Sicel has a mole under his right eye.

Both are cat beastmen, with short, dark brown/black fur.

(Picrew used: https://picrew.me/image_maker/1407730 Sicel's on the left, Ambrose on the right)

Personality:

Ambrose comes first above all else for Sicel, and vice versa, Sicel also comes first for Ambrose.

Sicel, through all the pranks and tricks, is constantly looking to succeed. His grades are top of the class worthy, and he strives to maintain that position.

Ambrose is far more laid back in his studies, but if he needs to catch up, he goes to Sicel first.

Absolutely refused to be separated. Not in the sense of being by each other's side 24/7, but in the sense they can't have contact for long periods of time. They're fine splitting up for class or friends, but when the topic of going to different schools or one being offered an opportunity the other isn't, they adamantly refuse. They've missed out on some big opportunities this way, but as they both say: "My sibling means more to me than anything in the world.".

Often considered Twin Souls thanks to this behavior.

Sicel is considered the more sly of the two, while Ambrose is far more peppy.

While Sicel is the more academic of the two, he's the one more prone to fights. Ambrose usually has to remind him that they're still only freshmen, and that Vil can be terrifying when mad.

Hobbies: Birdwatching (Both), Card Tricks (Ambrose), Sewing (Sicel)

Likes: Acting (Ambrose), Charades (Sicel),

Dislikes: Mandrake Screams (Both),

Other Info/Tidbits:

They're both good at piano and often play together. They're also really good at baking; cinnamon pies are their specialty. Their adoptive mother, an older human lady by the name of Miriam Blythe, taught them to play piano as well as bake. Ambrose refers to her as "Mumsy" and Sicel calls her "Mommom". In turn, Miriam still refers to them as her kittens.

They're undecided on if they want to become pianists or bakers when they graduate.

They LOVE messing with Rook, unlike most other students, they find the hunt fun.

Fight are VERY rare. Arguments are more common, but those are mostly just tiny squabbles over what tastes or looks better. Fights happen usually when one is offered something the other isn't, they each want the best for the other and try to push that, yet they both know in the end they won't be going anywhere without the other.

Sicel wears his tie normally, Ambrose wears his in a bow shape.

Sicel had a slight stutter when he was younger, (which is where his nickname for their mother comes from), and while he's outgrown it, it can show up when he's really emotional. it frustrates him, and Ambrose will flay anyone who tries to make fun of him for it.

A fun game they like to play is using makeup to swap the mole Sicel has onto Ambrose's face. They do this and act like the other to trick others, as they find it hilarious. They haven't managed to trick Rook with this yet.

Ambrose keeps a lucky coin in his pocket at all times. Sicel doesn't really believe in lucky items, yet is always making sure Ambrose has his on him.

They're both extremely dexterous, and often move fluidly with one another. It's a bit eerie and hypnotic how they move around.

Despite Ambrose's love for acting, he's actually quite shy about it, hence why he isn't in the Film Research Club. He doesn't see himself as anything better than average, but he often ropes Sicel in, so he's having fun either way.

Sicel loves a game of charades, and is actually quite good at guessing. Acting out what prompt he has? That's more Ambrose's specialty.

They share a bedroom at Pomefiore, and while they have separate beds, they usually end up curled up together in one bed or the other come morning.

Floyd refers to them both as catfish, thought usually it ends up being Catfish 1 (Sicel) and Catfish 2 (Ambrose) if they're together.

Backstory:

They grew up together in an orphanage, left on the doorstep as babies alongside a note with their names. They were inseparable until Sicel was adopted by a rich couple.

The separation was met with many tears and protests. Once Sicel was left alone in his new room, the couple returned half an hour later to find the room practically destroyed. Furniture was torn or broken. Toys were smashed and the pieces were thrown about the room. No breakable object was safe as Sicel stood in the middle of the carnage.

Sicel was promptly returned to the orphanage, and that was the last time anyone made an attempt to separate the twins.

Eventually, they were both adopted by a much kinder, older woman named Miriam, who simply wanted some little ones to dote on.

The twins were ecstatic, all for learning to bake and play piano from her. They write frequently to their mother, eagerly awaiting her response.

Songs/Themes: (first two are mostly vibes lol)

Evelyn, Evelyn - Evelyn, Evelyn

Two Birds - Regina Spektor

Other Picrews/Art:

(Sicel on left, Ambrose on right)

Picrew used: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/165901

[petalsonfacesnovinesthough]

Sonic Quilford AU Custom "Arc" 3

This is the big one. I've put so much thought into this one arc, this post will only be about it.

(Time Jump Far After Scrambled Stories Over Easy) A Prime Surge: As a previously unexplored Zone on the ever unique Little Planet becomes known, the dubious depths and the prism held inside them interest 7 people, being two hedgehogs, a fox, an echidna, a cat, a bat, and one mad scientist. However, after it shatters, it leaves the technical inheritor of the society and two kids unsure just where they stand, and what their next plan is. Can Surge, Kitsunami, and Shadow fix reality? Why is there a portal in Stardust Speedway, and why is it so high-up? Where did everyone else go?

There's no stated time when Sonic Prime happens, only that it's after Sonic Advance 3. Still, I figured it would be sometime more in the present than it seemingly is, and placed it accordingly. But, why Surge and Kit? Well, because where they were, they were just kinda floating from place to place, no where to really stick, not to mention their programming from Starline was still in place, even if Sonic did kill the platypus. Still, I want the duo to end up somewhere! So, let's break status-quo.

Each of the seven Rounds of Sonic CD has a portal in it, which leads to an alternate world where someone has ended up subject to its rules and history, while the rest of Little Planet has ended up in Non Existence, along with Never Lake.

In order that they're explored, Amy, now Marzipanne, has ended up in Pound Cake Plain(a world of food sorta thing), which can be found somewhere in Collision Chaos Big has become Cheshire while in Faerie Forest, which is somewhere in Palmtree Panic Knuckles, now taking on the name Gaweyn, is stuck in Lava Lathe, which is in what was "formerly" Tidal Tempest Robotnik has found himself in the Omelet Oppression as their Emperor, A. Shirred(Prime has equally bad puns, you can't get mad at me for this!), which to no one's surprise, can be found in Metallic Madness Rouge has ended up in Quartz Quadrant, specifically in the Sodalite Seas as the fearsome pirate captain Garnet Tails has ended up wrapped up into the Toybox Towers, found in Wacky Workbench, as their great kid(He's 12, but that's still a kid) inventor, Manchér As for Sonic, his portal is in Stardust Speedway, and, well...

Imagine he never left Christmas Island out of fear, and Chaos was set loose.

With a quick and poignant use of the Super State for the two troubled kids, all is set back to normal. Going Super fries the programming from Starline, freeing Surge and Kit, who chooses his original name of Karrent, from having to kill Sonic and Tails, ending up with the four joining their little family units together.

For some bonus info, the Paradox Prism was rightfully split into seven, with each world having a shard keeping it solid. Eggman's got the red one, Tails has the orange shard, Amy has yellow, Knuckles has green, Rouge has the blue one, Sonic the indigo, and Big the violet shard

Along with the Prism shards, each world has a single Chaos Emerald. Amy, being first, has the green emerald. Big has the yellow one, since it's the one that caused him to get dragged into finding Froggy that one time. Knuckles has the white emerald, because it's like the clouds Angel Island is up by most of the time. Eggman has the blue emerald, because Sonic. Rouge has her hands on the magenta emerald, because it was the one that was left. Tails has the red emerald, again because of Adventure, since that was the one he put into the Tornado Two. Sonic has the cyan one because, according to the Origins cutscenes, that was the seventh emerald hidden on Westside Island

Silver is present in Non Existence, and is unable to actually be on Little Planet. Why? Well, since he's temporally consistent, but there's no Amy, his existence is currently a walking paradox. As such, since he needs to exist, but can't currently, he's not allowed to touch the bit of reality that still exists

The three heroes(Shadow, Surge, and Kitsunami) swap out who goes into a place and who's backup. Shadow leads when retrieving Amy and Rouge, Kit leads when grabbing Eggman and Tails, and Surge leads when going after Big, Knuckles, and technically Sonic, though through Chaos and Chaos Emerald shenanigans, despite going in alone, she ends up fixing that mess with both Kit and Sonic

The reason why Surge and Kit weren't split into six or seven is because they were using one of the time travel signs in Quartz Quadrant right as the split happened. Shadow was spared the same way he was in the original show, Chaos Control

[scribeofskyrim]

Middas, 22nd of Heartsfire, 4E 201

Having a late breakfast.

I used up the last of the logs building furniture after I woke up, and made a lot of nails. I needed to think.

I wanted to do something… Normal’s not the right word, but maybe it is, now? My old “Normal” involved doing things that typically meant waking up very hungover and/or in unfamiliar beds.

I can tell the others are concerned, but I can’t get that word out of my head.

The concept isn’t lost on me – I know you can make a family out of pretty much anything, like Old Tarquin and his cats - but it’s not something I’d ever thought I'd have before. At least, I think I want it? Maybe I’m afraid of it?

Family are people you can trust and rely on. I’m not either of those things. I don’t know if I can handle that sort of responsibility.

But maybe I can learn.

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And now we’re back in Candlehearth Hall.

Luckily we didn’t run into that Rolff guy again.

I spoke with the others after breakfast, and I confessed that I didn’t really know what I was doing. I didn’t have a plan, aside from adventuring to get money to finish the house, but I want to do more. That much I know.

I also know that I don’t want to go to the Graybeards. At least, not yet.

I’m not ready for that.

I had put the Sanguine Rose in a barrel in the dining room because I don’t really have a place for it, yet. Valdimar gestured to it and asked if I had any plans for “that thing”.

I told him that I just wanted to keep it safe.

He nodded, and stroked his mustache and looked thoughtful for a second. I think he does that when he’s trying to find the right words. He then gestured to me and asked, “What about that?”

I was wearing the small piece of the Gauldur Amulet that we’d recovered.

I asked him what he meant, and he said that he thought the plan was to find the other two parts.

I said that obviously, I wanted to, but not to use it. I just want to keep it safe.

Valdimar had a small smile on his face, and Erandur nodded slowly. He saw where the big man was going, and said, quietly, “Like you do Alesan.”

“And the dog,” Lydia chimed in. She leaned back in her chair, with her arms crossed. She looked smug.

Shit.

I’m gonna start tearing up again.

They were right. It’s what I always do. I wasn’t responsible for my friends back in Cyrodiil, but I kept them safe. I was the one who tried to study alchemy, and who learned spells, and who figured out how to pick locks so they could get in to or out of things. I started hanging out with Dru because she’s cute and small and honestly not the brightest lamp on the street. I saw her getting picked on and taken advantage of, and she didn’t know that’s what they were doing, so I just declared myself her protector.

Hell, I’m in Skyrim because I was trying to keep her safe. And I’m not talking about the stabbing. I flipped a coin to decide which way we split at the docks. Heads for North, Tails for South.

I was supposed to go South.

Look, if you knew her, you’d know she’d be lucky to last a week here. I know I’ve talked her up, and she’s really sweet, but she’s never done well on her own. I got sick and had to stay in a temple for a week once, and she ended up in jail! She was able to flirt her way past the guards, but a pretty face doesn’t mean a thing to a cave bear!

I hope she’s all right. Like I said, she can flirt and pick a pocket, but she’s never been good at thinking ahead. I hope she’s gotten cozy with someone who can take care of her.

Speaking of getting cozy, I need to get myself to bed soon. It’s almost three in the morning, but I can write some more.

Besides, I slept a lot on the way here.

Anyway, after I took a minute to pull myself together, I said they were right. It’s what I do. I looked to each one in turn, and Erandur winked at me. He knows better than the others.

Then I stood up, and said that we’d better go. If word gets out that the Gauldur Amulet is real and able to be reconstructed, there’s no telling who’ll go after it. Last thing we need is another power-mad mage or vampire lord or - Divines forbid - the Thalmor taking hold of it.

So, we set off for Solitude to sell off what we’d picked up in Morvunskar.

Now, I haven’t mentioned it before because I hadn’t taken a closer look, but there’s a creepy abandoned shack in the middle of the swamp. It’s hard to see, but it’s there. I tried to check it out before, but the dog threw a fit and wouldn’t go near it. This time, I decided to look no matter what.

I wish I’d listened to the dog.

It’s clearly abandoned, and the door and path leading to it from the water’s edge is splattered with blood. There’s a little rowboat moldering in the swamp right there, with a rusty old lantern in it. It looks like who or whatever the blood came from was dragged from the boat, to the door, and into the shack.

I tried the door (I’m Stupid, remember?) but it wouldn’t budge.

We agreed that was a relief, and left. Quickly.

In Solitude we sold off our goods, refilled our waterskins, and left the main gate so we could board the carriage.

I checked the map before we boarded, and decided to go to Windhelm. It's north of Ivarstead, which is right by the lake with Geirmund's tomb on it, where Sigdis Gauldurson is with his part of the amulet. The others wanted to know why I chose that spot first, and it's pretty simple, actually: I know there's a carriage in Windhelm. There might not be one in Winterhold, which is the closest city to the ruins of Sarthaal where Jyrik is buried with the other fragment. I have no idea how hard it will be to get to Windhelm and then Ivarstead from there, so I'd rather just head to Dawnstar and then on to Winstad Manor when we've finished in Sarthaal, after we take care of Geirmund's Tomb.

Lydia nodded approvingly and said that I must have used up all my Stupid for the day when I tried to open that bloody door earlier.

I hope she's right.

The trip was freezing cold, and we once again huddled into our cloaks in the back of the cart. The driver only had two fur blankets, so I shared one with Lydia, while Valdimar and Erandur hunkered down under the other. The dog stayed with us, and flopped in the middle of the cart, on all of our boots.

Good boy.

At some point I fell asleep, and Lydia woke me up when we stopped at the bridge into Windhelm. It was dark and I could tell it was very late. Erandur was grumbling about the cold and wondering why anyone would choose to live in a place like this. I agreed with him, and we all hurried in to the city.

Which brings me here. It’s not been a very… Adventurous day, but at least I figured some things out.

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personality wise they apear quite "holier than thou" but it is just their way of speaking, and if they get too excited about something they speak in an almost skaven (warhammer age of sigmar) way, where they use incorrect grammar and repeat words. the boney rib like marks are actually slightly protruding and act almost like an exoskeleton even though there is a second ribcage and spine underneath. there are 4 holes in the anklet which can be worn on either leg although its often prefered on the left leg. the markings inbetween the ribs ARE NOT a six pack or any form of muscularture i just thought they looked cool. i did not come up with the idea of a mimic character i saw it on e6 one time and the idea connected with me like a train without brakes smashing through those little train stoppers at the end of tracks. their claws are again made of teeth because the keratin in the fur takes most of that as a resource away, the face much like the tail and ears are without fur. if you ask nicely and they are feeling like it, you can maybe wear salve like a suit its a likely scenario as ive said before holding a humanoid shape is exhuasting and having something else to contort around make it far easier, although do be warned if you stay for too long they might get hungry and just digest you. all the eye pupils apart from the ones on the head are toadlike with that figure 8 shape but the ones on the head to seem at least a little more normal are split into 2 very very thin lines but if they are infactuated by something they can merge into one really big black pupil similar to when a cat sees something they really like. they two teeth always poke out of the head mouth like that just because again Salve thought it looked good. the fur that leads into the tail is the same colour as the exoskeleton. before salve met moss they often times would try and fail to mimic animals they heard and saw only bits of in the woods surrounding them, typically larger creatures like deer but there was always at least one noticable difference or another which made it a not very effective mimicry, the most effective mimcry they tried and the one they stuck with when moss and them first met was a bush due to how easily they picked up mimicing the colour green which is another reason why they tried to mimic moss in a way upon the first time they went humanoid, as time wore on they molded the shape to something they liked more but sometimes they just dont know and turn into an inanimate object. they will also turn into an inanimate object when overwhelmed which can happen in new situations and environments (very autistic of me i know). they are known to have a sweet tooth and just eat in stressful situations where turning inanimate isnt a pheasable outcome. if eating is also out of the question they will just bite the chains around their neck they have broken a few of the chains like this before although it always seems to be able to be an internal thing they can somehow fix them. thats all they wrote for now lore and design wise, feel free to ask about other details i would love to blab (although i dont actually have a set world or setting thats any of my characters live in) also this is not a sona to replace moss, i just wanted a character who i could easier make into a vrc avatar. because yeah.

SILLY GOOFY MIMIC CHARACTER SALVE, lore and design details beneath cut:

AND I USED A FTU BASE FOR THEM MADE BY @ SH_4RK

Friends with one of my friend's characters because they are both silly creechurs that dont have a fixed form. They try to mimic Moss for the most part, but due to what moss is, its too complex for them and so they only mimic the possum parts of moss. the accessories are Bronze and metal, this contrasts lightly with moss' gold accessories. These are things Salve chooses to wear not part of them so if you see them near an oddly placed object it's probably just Salve resting because holding a humanoid form is exhausting. random mouths and eyes show up all over them still so they arent fully set position wise, if i were to try and make an animation to show it off it would be similar to how objects pass over rivers when they do move and sometimes they can just close entirely off and apear somewhere else on the body. one key aspect of moss they wanted to keep was the tail spike on the xenotail but it was too difficult so they just have a massive tooth jutting out the back on the bottom of the tail. the tail itself is far thicker and larger than most possums because otherwise the big spikey bracer wouldnt fit and they want something to really smack things and people around with. their whiskers are slightly opaque so shadows they would cast arent as strong. the bright bright green markings on the neck wrists and ankles are slightly glow in the dark in the same way that those glow in the dark stars and moons that you stuck on your walls as a kid are, so they would need to charge up in light first the only difference is that they appear completly the same when charged as in pure daylight.

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City of splintering hopes: Chapter 3 "Carvings in the walls"

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As Danny flew through the city he became more and more amazed.

It was obvious the place had been abandoned for a long long time but even so there was no sign of decay, everything seemingly perfectly persevered. Of course there was rubble, entire blocks of buildings that was nothing but collapsed stone but for the most part the ancient city was intact.

He landed down in one of the streets. And took stock of his surroundings.

The stone buildings wooden doors all shut, apart from the rubble and rocks the streets were almost pristinely clean.

From flying over head Danny had noticed that the whole city was built in a very organised system. Rows of houses that led upwards encircling around the large island, every once in a while there was a break in the autonomous rock with what Danny thinks were once well kept parks, now overgrown and spilling out into the streets.

In the center of the city, at the very top of the upwards hill of the island was a very large immaculate building. Danny wouldn't call it a castle per say but the architecture did remind him of ancient Greek and Roman architecture when building lavish housing for emperors.

There were a lot of narrow alleys between houses and buildings that may have been storage or served some other purpose, Danny couldn't tell. There were the standard 'roads' which were paths of stone in regular intervals between buildings, being connected together through the city like a huge grid that wrapped perfectly around the entire island. And then there were very open places, places which crowds may have once gathered or, from the looks of the marks on the ground, merchant stalls may have once been.

All in all it was a very human city.

He had never seen anything like it in the Ghost Zone. The longer he spent there the more sure he was that this was where Halfas had once lived.

He slowly began making his way to the center building, going up stairs and slopes as the ground started curving upwards.

Something else he noticed were common carvings in the walls, most just looked like normal graffiti but every time he came to one of those big open spaces that would have been able to hold lots of people at once the carvings were much more professional, deliberate.

The carvings depicted lots of things. Little stories Danny had no cultural context for, writings in a language that looked vaguely like ghost speak written down but just different enough that Danny couldn't actually read it, like it was the same language but a different dialect.

The most common things carved into the walls, he noted, were birds. Lots of different kinds of birds. Two birds that showed up the most though were crows and owls. That made an ominous sort of sense for a people that lived on the border between life and death.

Finally the compact buildings opened up as he nearly reached the top of the island. There were overgrown fields of strange Ghost Zone plants around the center building, it was obviously important, sacred maybe even.

Not for the first time Danny considered turning around, going home, it was obvious he wasn't going to learn anything from this so why risk accidentally disrespecting a race of people who deserve peace? But again his core seemed to disagree as it tugged at him to go forward.

Danny sighed.

He stood on the steps just before entering the open front of the building, again reminding him of Roman architecture by the pillars and open outside hallways. From the top of the large island now he could see far out into these "Hidden lands".

Unlike the rest of the Ghost Zone there weren't any doors floating in the abyss, not even any random debris. Not a ghost was floating in sight, it was quiet and Danny realised he might be the only living, so to speak, thing here. The quiet was just so suffocating, so absent of just anything.

Ghost were naturally very quiet but even they gave off the smallest sounds of existence. Their cores hummed in a consistent way that other ghosts recognised almost unconsciously. Even the Ghost Zone itself seemed to have this hum to it, a never ending rhythm that nobody else noticed because it was just the constant. Like how nobody on earth noticed the world was turning.

But here even that hum was quiet, as if the Ghost Zone itself was holding it's breath.

Danny was still distracted by the strangeness of the "Hidden lands" to really take note of it when he took a step forward off of the steps leading up to the building to properly stand infront of it and under the overhanging roof.

He did take note of it though when the area around where his foot was started glowing a bright yellow, almost white, light. He jumped back, startled as the light moved forwards quickly in a line. The line lead down the side of the open hallway and as Danny leaned over to see where it was going he noticed something about the walls of the building.

There were large openings and inside the alcoves were strange statues. Bird like statues, except also not. They stood on two long legs with three sharp talon like toes, lines almost like joints scattered across the legs with the most noticeable being where the knee would be on a normal creature. The torso of the statues was an upside down trapizium shape, thin towards the bottom but consistently broadening in a slanting line all the way up to the shoulders.

There was a symbol on the torso, Danny had seen that symbol appear quite frequently carved above every door and on the overhang of the building before he had passed under it. Was it the symbol of these people perhaps? Did it have some meaning Danny would never have the context for?

The arms, similar to the legs, were very long. They had the same strange joint like lines as the legs with the line of where the elbow would be being the most pronounced. They didn't have any hands, instead three long claw like fingers at the end of each arm that had their own joint lines. There was also something else about the arms but pinned against the statue's side Danny couldn't tell what.

The bird similarities came from the head. Each head of each statues was a little different while their bodies were virtually the same. All of them either had beaks or someone kind of carving in their semi flat faces to imitate a beak. Their lifeless and empty round eyes stared ahead unseeingly. All of them had some kind of crown of what looked to be stone feathers carved towards the back of their heads.

Danny examined the strange statues closely, then he looked at the glowing line in the ground that still led down the open sided hallway.

Sighing, Danny followed the line. It had obviously been triggered when he stepped up onto the level of the building which must have meant something. Suddenly Danny's mind jumped to the thought of boobytraps but he shook his head of that notion. An ancient civilisation could never really guess when they were about to fall, let alone have the forethought to install boobytraps for people they could only guess would come to the ruins of their civilisation in the far future. It was one of the things that Danny always found unrealistic in tv shows or movies.

Eventually the glowing line turned inwards towards the wall and split off into two parts that surrounded the outline of one of the alcoves that held the strange statues.

Danny stopped infront of the statue and stared at it. Why had that glowing line appeared and why did it lead to this statue? It didn't appear any different from all the rest.

Then the tall statue that was easily twice Danny's height, it's eyes started to glow and then it blinked.

It blinked before tilting it's head downwards to meet Danny's gaze. Now with the eyes glowing that same light yellow-ish colour as the line that had led him there Danny could see the eyes had thin pupils that ran from the top of the circular eyes to the bottom, distantly in the back of Danny's mind they reminded him of a cat's eyes. More at the forefront of his brain Danny internally screamed 'RUN' before physically turning back to the direction he had come from and bolting.

Another far away part of Danny's brain tried to remind him he could literally fly but he disregarded that as he was currently using all his brain cells on focusing on running and not looking back.

He reached the stairs and started taking them two at a time, still not remembering his powers of flight, his feet hurt from how hard they were hitting against the sturdy stone. Then, in a classic Danny Fenton way, he tripped.

But instead of faceplanting he found his face hovering just a few inches from face planting on the stairs and he was hyper aware of the fact that he hadn't used his powers to catch his fall. In fact he hadn't caught his fall but two sandy pale stone arms encircling his midsection told him exactly who had.

Danny turned his head slowly to get a look at the statue-come-to-life that was holding him like one might pick up a small kitten.

The statue's glowing eyes stared down at him, blinked with a small clicking sound as if they were the lenses of a camera taking a picture, then the statues-come-to-life tilted it's head before going "You should be careful when going down stairs" in a monotone yet also seemingly amused voice.

Danny wanted to shriek, to pull his hair out, to do something because the statues-come-to-life that didn't have any visible mouth just spoke. Instead of any of those things Danny's body did the first thing it thought of doing, twisting around awkwardly to hold one of each of the stone arms before pushing them apart, letting him fall to the awaiting stairs.

Thankfully this time he remembered 'Oh right, ghost powers' and before he could hit the ground he flew away, quickly.

His legs formed into as wispy tail behind him to let him go faster because he needed to get out of here.

He soon flew out of the city limits and towards the cave opening in the side of the mountains. All he could think about was going, go, get out, thanks for the cool clues to Halfa past but I think I'll pass.

Then when Danny was just about to get to the cave entrance, barely 15 feet away, a certain bird statue-come-to-life landed infront of him. Of course this time his brain worked, he would go intangible and phase right through the thing, it was too late to slow down anyway. Except that wasn't what happened because instead of going through the statue he just crashed face first into it's chest at full speed.

Danny heard a crack as his face became acquainted with the symbol carved into the statue's torso and he silently said goodbye to his 1 whole week of no injuries streak because before the pain even blossomed on his face he knew he had broken his nose. All he could hope for was that he didn't break anything else along with it.

The statue didn't even move an inch, not even a flinch. Danny was reminded of the saying an unstoppable force meets an immovable object only in this case Danny wasn't as unstoppable as he liked to think.

Before he could fall the rest of the way to the ground he could feel his arms suddenly pinned against his body as three long claw like fingers held him above the ground and at a literal arms length of the statue creature. Danny tried going intangible but it seemed that didn't work on this creature as his nose had unfortunately come to know.

Then he was being gently set down on the ground and he found himself staring eye level with the statue as it hunched over awkwardly to look him in the eye. Another part of Danny was reminded of those 'How to talk to short people' memes and he almost snorted at the mental comparison before stopping from the sudden pain of moving any of his facial muscles.

"You are hurt" said the voice of the statue-creature-thing.

"Thanks for pointing out the obvious" Danny deadpanned, his voice sounding off and a little ridiculous from the unfortunate fate of his nose.

The weird bird statue tilted it's head to the side and blinked it's eyes again, the clicking sound the blink made echoing in the silence.

"What is your name?" It finally said after a brief pause.

"Danny Phantom. What are you?" Danny asked stepping around he statue-come-to-life to examine it from all sides. He could now see from it's arms that it had stone feathers, again hitting Danny with it's strange resemblance to a bird.

The creature's gaze followed Danny as he went around it, thankfully it's head didn't do some creepy 360 or even a 180, just turning around to the other side to see Danny when he left it's view from one side.

"I am an information retrieval droid, model K-18" it answered monotonely.

"So you're... a robot?" Danny asked as he stopped infront of it again.

The bird statue blinked once more before replying "Precisely". Despite the monotone voice it still somehow managed to inject some emotion into it's words.

"Well, you scared the shit out of me coming to life out of nowhere like that" Danny commented dryly. His face hurt and so did his feet, he just wanted to go home and curl up in bed and never doing anything ever again.

The robot bird jerked it's head back a bit when Danny swore, Danny confirmed it specifically reacted to the swear when it said in a repreemanding way "Language"

Again Danny almost snorted before remembering the broken nose dilemma and he sighed.

"Okay, I'm officially too tired to deal with this. Bye!" He said, walking around the robot and towards the cave entrance.

He heard the sound of heavy stone footsteps behind him and he turned around to see the robot bird following him.

"What?" Danny asked a little snappily.

"I am coming with you" It stated matter-of-factly.

Danny was so exasperated. He didn't want to deal with this.

"No, you're not" Danny said.

"Yes, I am" It replied as if it was the most simple thing in the world to understand.

"No. You are not" Danny insisted.

Another blink from the bird statue "I insist on accompanying you Danny Phantom" it said and Danny just knew there was no getting around this. This weird statue robot bird thing was going to follow him whether he liked it or not.

A tired sigh escaped Danny as he assessed the stone being infront of him "Why?" He asked.

"Because it is my duty to keep you safe. It has been officially added as my top objective" The bird robot said and Danny once again felt like pulling his hair out.

"I'm not going to be able to get rid of you even if I tried aren't I?" Danny stated more than asked.

"That is correct Danny Phantom" It nodded, as if Danny finally understood.

"Just call me Danny" He said before turning back around towards the cave. The only indication that the bird robot was still following being it's heavy footsteps behind him.

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Safe and Sound

Hello hello! This here little ficlet was written for wonderful @junglekiing who had been looking for writing of their Tiger!Elsa AU that would also be FLUFF.  Here we have Anna and Elsa in a moment to themselves, and Elsa makes it clear how happy she is. ------- Every single day Anna learned something about the friend she had taken home with her from the woods. Hybrids were uncommon in Arendelle, even if a handful were known to live and work in the kingdoms. Those individuals were part of the community and as much as they intrigued Anna, she could never get herself to approach them and ask them a deluge of questions. She had so many! But, well, she also was always teaching herself to squish her excitement aside to avoid being rude, and so she tried to stick to the books so could find about them. The books never prepared her for Elsa.

Since returning to the castle with her and inviting her to stay, Anna's curiosity was constantly through the royal roof. Everything the part human, part tiger woman did was fascinating, even when it shouldn't be. Elsa licking a cut on her hand instead of cleaning it like a normal person? What! That was so strange but she liked it. Elsa helping her wash dishes even with those bizarre part human and part cat hands? She had to take it in!

On a particular day, Elsa had lounged on the library couch in the sun with Anna and closed her eyes.

That in itself wasn't unusual. Elsa was still adjusting from a nocturnal life to time her own schedule with Anna's. She'd been stuck to her side since that day they returned from the woods, and Anna had no complaints there. She was reading one of her favorite stories during some afternoon downtime and Elsa loved to just exist with her. She couldn't read herself, not yet.

Elsa's head was leaned against the back of the couch, the rough pads of her feet - her paws - whatever - against Anna's thigh where there was a split in her green dress. Her tail dangled over the front of the couch and the end of it twitched every now and then. A pillow was held in her arms, both hands digging in as though she were kneading. Elsa was clad in an elegant, sparkly blue dress she'd made herself with her own powers.

Because of course she had powers, weird icy ones. Anna had no idea if that was normal, but it sure was their little secret and drew her to Elsa even more.

Anna sighed with contentment and set her hand on the top of Elsa's foot. "Sleepy thing," she said quietly, smiling.

Then she startled as her words were quickly followed by a soft response. "I'm not asleep. I'm quite awake, thank you."

"O-oh! Sorry! I'm used to you drifting off...this must mean you're making it through the day better, then!" That would be great! Anna had been able to coax Elsa into snuggling with her, something the blonde had been terrified of at first because she didn't want to hurt Anna. When no harm had come, Elsa was eager to curl up with her. Anna wasn't sure what they were, yet, but she knew she wanted to sleep through a whole night being held by her. "You're not tired at all?"

"No," Elsa answered gently. "Just...safe."

Anna blinked and lowered the book she had been reading. She turned to look at Elsa, her eyes still closed. "Safe?"

"Safe," Elsa repeated, then opening one eye to look back at Anna. "We big cats only close our eyes and truly relax when we feel very, very safe."

"But you sleep in the day all the time!" Anna blurted, before covering her mouth with her hand. "I mean, I'm not judging or something-"

Elsa laughed. The sound felt just plain GOOD. It tickled her heart with warmth. "I know. I know. That's where you have to remember I'm not all cat, and I know I need to rest and sleep no matter what. But rarely have I ever allowed myself to relax, like this."

"Oh." Anna lowered her hand from her mouth, feeling a bit silly.

"It feels wonderful," Elsa murmured, and that one eye closed again. "It feels...like the weight of the world has slipped away, and I can simply be."

"I love when I feel like that." Anna didn't feel like that too frequently as she was Queen, but she handled the stress well enough to be able to relax.

For a moment, silence hung in the air. "I have not felt like this is many, many years. I was on my own for a long time when you found me, Anna."

Anna had learned snippets of Elsa's past here and there. She knew she had left her family for some reason, and sometimes caught that she was outcasted. At the same time, she had also picked up hints that-that Elsa herself held some sort of powerful position in her family. In her herd...no, that didn't seem right in her head, did tigers even have herds? What would a group of tigers be called anyway? A stripey surprise?

Her thoughts were distracted when Elsa spoke again. "I never....never thought it could be like this again, either."

"Elsa!" Anna's heart felt like it exploded, or imploded, or whatever. "Why? Did you really think you'd always be alone in the northern forest?" Anna had completely closed her book, Elsa's soft, fuzzy foot gripped in one hand.

"Well...yes."

At that answer, Anna swallowed and made an immediate and very firm decision. "You'll never be alone again! Elsa, I swear, as long as I am alive and Queen, and those two are the same because I think I only stop being Queen when I'm dead, UNLESS- nevermind, I don't know where I'm going - I swear you will always be a part of this castle. Of this family. This...family of you and me and that snowman you made a couple of weeks ago who keeps popping into the kitchen unannounced, which reminds me, the staff who know about you are family-"

Something swatted Anna's ankles. "Anna, Anna hush, I get it." Elsa lightly got her with her tail one more time. "I'm honored you would trust me so much and accept me and I...well...I..." Elsa opened both eyes again, the striking blues rendering Anna speechless. "...Thank you, for everything, for your patience and kindness. I love...I love...being here," Elsa said and as the last two words came out, she seemed to lose a little steam.

Behind a locked door in her mind there was more struggling to come out and even someone as bubbleheaded as Anna could see that. As much as she wanted to draw it all out at once, Anna knew she couldn't force anything. And she wouldn't.

"I love having you here, Elsa. Always felt a little empty before, and now...um...well, it doesn't."

"Hmm. 'It' meaning the castle?" Elsa asked her, releasing her pillow with one hand and reaching toward Anna. The fingers on her other hand dug into the pillow in a hastened rhythm, almost excited.

"Meaning...a lot of things..." The castle, her heart, her life, and time as a whole. Elsa felt like the piece Anna often felt was missing, though the tail was a surprise. The ice was...also a surprise. Anna took Elsa's hand, her cooling fur always kind of blowing her mind.

Elsa pulled slowly, drawing Anna down with her on the roomy couch. The sunlight danced on the cold glitter of her blue dress, making her strange friend even more beautiful than she usually was. That was an amazing task; Elsa was absolutely stunning.

Both women shifted as Anna laid her head on the pillow Elsa held, resting just below her chin. Elsa adjusted briefly to kiss the top of Anna's forehead and Anna felt tingles all over her body. She wanted more, she almost ached for more, wanting to kiss Elsa in honest. She had kissed her on the lips a couple of times and it was chaste, but set off sparks. However Anna was patient.

Elsa's arms wrapped around her and casually started undoing her elegant, regal bun. Anna didn't stop her. She never really like wearing it; it was a little tight. Some viewed her double braids as childish, though.

Elsa thought they were cute and would bat at them.

"I've never felt safer than I do right now," Elsa whispered, and Anna smiled.

"Good. You're safe. And...you'll always be safe. I-I know how to use a sword." Anna immediately felt silly. Why did she say that!?

"And I can use ice. May we never actually have to use our skills in such a way, but I'll always make sure you're safe as well."

Somehow Anna hadn't know how much she needed to hear that. She had no idea until it went right to her heart. She had never really been concerned about being protected and kept safe, but hearing such words from the person she clearly adored, well...

She didn't know what to say. Elsa had that effect. No one else was quite so successful at leaving Anna speechless, but Elsa could do it without any effort. Anna didn't even want to respond and not in a bad way. She felt good. She felt like that need to push words, to comment, to ramble, it was soothed. Not every thought needed to be voiced, and not every moment even needed a thought.

"I'll always keep you safe," Elsa told her again, her fingers stroking her hair, the very tips of her claws like heaven against her scalp.

Anna closed her eyes. Just like Elsa, she felt safer than she ever had before.

[whalesfallmoved]

hand over wound

round two. 

chargestep, rated t. 1.9k.

a brief, helpless attempt at ortega’s point of view. the shameless flirty banter and back and forth of pre-heartbreak ricardo, whose main goal is being an absolute menace to society- population, sidestep. horribly self-indulgent in every way, but she lets herself get helped in this one, so what can I say.  

ao3 link.

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She’s got a hard grip and a bite sharp as her bark, and when you finally get her to put her hand in yours it’s not without the same sensation of coaxing a street cat out of hiding, flinching at the first sudden movement. 

Not this time, though. This time, she lets you catch her wrist, lets you turn it over, and— oh boy— this is the most skin you’ve ever seen, sleeve pushed up almost to her elbow, wrists on display, never would’ve thought they’d look this dainty, crisscrossed as they are by scar tissue and branching blue veins and solid as birdbone.

She squeezes that small, angry little fist in your hand and the tendons flex, the knuckles split raw and furious, scabs already coagulating where the damage runs reddest. Her trophies for that blitz quick punch she packs, armorless and fast (but not as fast— not as fast as you— lightning striking twice.)

Fidgeting, antsy, she kicks her feet against your chair, knock-knock-knock, squeezing her mask in her other pink, exposed fist. Jittery, and you bite back something wry and flustering, something that’ll earn you a freeze and an idiot and a blush and oh, you love that even more, how you can watch it bloom freely now, worth the wait and the coaxing to get her to finally tug Sidestep off the rest of the way, leave just Noa and her big, big eyes (deep brown as a hound’s and you weren’t expecting that, for her to be so warm underneath the hard, cold turquoise) and how she desperately needs the mask, they’d never be scared of her otherwise—and with your other hand you loosen her curled fingers free. 

Toss her a grin, tap her leg with yours, pretend you aren’t surprised by how soft her skin is when it’s not covered in skinsuit and blood, the way it’s never seen the Los Diablos sun—at least, not long enough to match the freckles on her doughy cheeks (freckles down her shoulder? her back?) Layers and layers and here she is, in your apartment, hand in hand, and fuck, you can say something about that too. Something about that kiss something about— later.

“So, I was thinking.”

“Wow. Did you hurt yourself?” Reflex, but she straightens up, watches, waits, and you like that too— the way she can’t hear, the way she has to ask.

“A little, yeah,” medkits and rags and clean water, you dab at the cuts and earn yourself a hiss.

“Out of practice, huh?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” You wink and that gets you a scowl, a twist of her mouth, and you’re pretty sure if you weren’t you you’d get her teeth, too. Not even Themmy would get away with that, much as she likes them, they can’t cross the hard line of her last name yet, and you’ve earned smug, you think, you grin, you drag the antiseptic across her knuckles while she’s still glaring and pink at the ears—her hand jerks in yours and you squeeze tighter, gentle. “I was thinking about your suit.”

“Trying to give some fashion advice? Pass.”

“First of all, if anyone here’s in desperate need of it—”

“Jesus fucking Christ, not this again.”

“Don’t get me wrong, you make the unwashed seventeen year old boy look work for you, somehow—”

“Asshole.”

“Sorry, would you prefer sexily disheveled?”

“You— shut up,” there it is, her averting gaze, her grooving brow, her pretty cheeks— ow, fuck— her foot ramming into your calf. “You are such a dick.”

“You love it,” wink, sly grin, she glares harder but doesn’t argue, you’ve got her there and you both know it. “And that wasn’t what I was going to say.”

The split cuts are worse than you thought, wounds wiped clean revealing the deep and the raw all laden on top of each other, opened again and again, her smarting palms scratched and torn, not so different from yours when you try hard enough but it’s different (because it’s her?) and fuck, how long has she been doing this?  

Still can’t win her over with the blue and the white and big capital R and the promise of solid health benefits. Too bad. Can’t blame her though, even if it makes your job twice as hard to let her into the systems, to let her put her darting fingers all over the Rangers’ files, to let her anywhere near the missions you need her most. 

“Well?”

Look up, and she’s watching and waiting still, and you must’ve gone quiet for a moment, turning her knuckles over.

“Your suit’s crap.” Homemade and spliced together, practically sportswear these days, riddled with seams and stitches she’s mended. Not bad for a third-rate vigilante, but that’s not her, not Sidestep, not your—

Not your anything, and she’d eat you alive if she ever caught the tail-end of a thought like that. But she’s going to get herself hurt all the same. More hurt than usual.

“It’s just lightweight. Yours isn’t any different.”

“Mine’s definitely different,” fresh white bandages over red, swollen bruises. You wind them around once, twice, taking care. “The material’s outdated. Where’d you get it, anyway?” 

“None of your business,” she snaps, and you half expect her to rip away, pleasantly surprised when she doesn’t. “And it’s not like I can just hit Uncle Sam up for some brand new state of the art gear.”

“I mean, you could.”

“Don’t.”

“I think you’d look good in blue.”

“Ugh.”

“Just think about it. You. Me. Matching uniforms. We could get you a little lightning bolt, right here,” hand over your heart and she’s definitely going to hit you for that one. “I don’t mind sharing the brand with you.”

“Go die in a hole.”

“Ask nicely.”

“Please go die in a hole.”

“Will you join me?”

“Fuck no. I’m putting you there myself. Can’t stand your ass.”

“Good thing you’re sitting down then. Also, thinking about my ass, hmm? Good to know.” 

“Ugh.” 

“Bad time to ask about what other sounds your mouth can make?”

“Try it and I’ll feed you your own eyeballs.”

“Ohh, promises, promises.”

She wants to laugh, catching it quick between her teeth, a soft indent in her softer cheeks, and if you try a little harder you might be able to shake that grin from her, earn yourself a glimmer in her dark, dark eyes—and she’s running out of bark, out of bite, so the first round goes to you as you set her fist down, wrapped, clean and new in bandages that won’t last the next fight.

You reach for the other and she goes willingly, fingertips settling butterfly-light on you, her thumb to the heel of your hand, scars and nicks aligned. There’s something about it, about the skin, about the colder palm that rests quietly in yours, the mods sticking to your bones, and— yes, you like this the most; the way she lets you touch her, even if it’s just this, one kiss in the aftermath of violence and her wrists on display. 

She breaks the silence not with a laugh or a sigh but a shake of her head, a suspicious cant of her eyes to yours, then away; blushed, accepting defeat. You smile, wash her wounds again with the slow repetition of old, small ritual and she knocks her ankle against yours, knee to knee. 

“You’re a deeply troubled and troubling man, Ricardo Ortega.” She finally says, low and almost sweet, and there it is; a dimple beside her mouth, unwillingly surrendered, and the sight unfurls something achy and bruise-deep in your chest. 

And the truth is, you can’t help yourself. “I love the way you say my name.” 

“I swear—” a gasp, an exhale, her bandaged hand meeting her forehead, fissuring that barbed facade of sneers and razor-edged tongues. “You’re so fucking weird. Can’t you just take an insult like a normal person?”

“Oh, those were insults? But they sounded so sweet coming from you.” You reach for the bandages again. Repeat. Gauzy, featherlight loops around her flinching knuckles. 

“God…”

“No need for that. Ricardo works just fine.” 

“How about idiot?” And oh, you’ve got her soft, how’d you manage that? She’s red from her ears down her neck, flush disappearing beneath the black nanomesh, and you wait for her to smack your knee or bring a little teeth but all she does is squeeze your hand, nose scrunched jaw dimpled, melting, and your heart’s tattooing itself to the ribs—maybe you can get her to let you kiss her again, just to see what her lips feel like when they’re not red-slick with iron and sweat and fear. They were softer than you thought. Desperate, too. Almost as desperate as you, and fear’s a thrill a rush a jump but when you thought she’d ended up mashed on the pavement it—

“Only for you.” A tease or a confession and the most honest lie to cross your lips, you tuck the gauze but keep her hand, and she lets you, thumbs over the boundary line of your wrist. Strange. Almost intimate.

She pulls back just enough to trade places, snaring your hand between her own wounded ones, running circles around the emitter, fearless, unflinching, trusting, waiting. Always waiting and never staying long enough for an answer, like you could give her a straight one either way, like you even know what it is beyond aches and bruises and the pained gasp pressed to your lips when you pried her loose and held her tight, Psychopather gone on the ground, victory in the shape of her mouth.

Still, a skip runs down your spine as she massages down, down into the calloused meat of your hand, not even jumping at the kick of electricity, spiteful as blanket static. 

“What, nothing stupid about kissing it better?” She mutters—disappointed?—and of course, how could you miss that chance—but she’s always been better about the plans, a thousand little ways to sidestep dancing around in that lovely skull of hers when all you want to do is charge right in, and as she pulls away you pull back, catch her gauzy, angry fists in your open palm.

She waits. Waits to see what you’ll do. 

You watch, hold your breath, the biting grin gone now, mask shucked loose for a moment when she looks like that, soft and vulnerable in the white-gold light of your kitchen, and she could pull away if she wants, or careen forward, turn it into a punch, into a throttle. 

But she doesn’t.

Her eyes really are pretty, warm brown like the slow burn of whiskey down your throat, and you keep them as you draw her hands up, bring those softened knuckles to your lips, feel the first twitches of a smile that you press lightly against her and— kissing— 

And she raps the back of her fingers against your cheek, barely more than a tap, a reprimand and hey—! She jerks away, stands up, darts from your grasp, gone again. Moved too fast. You sigh, catch yourself, remember to smile. 

“Idiot.” She scoffs, grabs her mask off the table, ducks her head like she’s expecting that soft hair to make a curtain, a shield, but it’s twisted back at the nape and you chuckle, lean back, because it looks like round two is yours again, and you want— you want—

She’s on the other side of the kitchen, working that mask back, turned away, and you don’t ask her to stay, you already know the answer, but fuck if you don’t love to watch her leave, if you can’t wait for round three.

[be-ace-write-crime]

Too Many Kitties!

“I had six cats… Now I have six nearly naked men in my house…” you summarized out loud, rubbing your temples.

The cats you adopted turn out to be magic hybrids and they are so glad to be adopted by such a sweet mistress! You're not sending them away are you?!

Reader x Cat hybrid Bucci gang!

Wish fulfillment, fluff, cat hybrids, poly ships, surprise adoption, reader insert.

You were driving home after a long day at work. Nothing was going right at all. You had received a promotion at work a while ago, which you were initially excited about, but it really just meant you were handed off a complete dumpster fire for a small pay raise and your cat was your only salvation in these dark times.

You were actually thinking of getting a second one to keep Leone company. You’d get one from the pound when you had a little more free time. You weren’t really picky about breeds or things like that, but you wanted something cuddly.

Leone you had found on a rainy day under a dumpster. You had carefully kneeled in the filthy puddle around it and reached out to him. The look in his eyes broke your heart and you ran home with the big, soaking fur ball. He’d not even struggled when you bathed him, although he certainly howled like he was being murdered. It took him a long time to want to be touched after that first night, but now he greeted you when you came home with a rub against your legs, headbutts when you fed him, and he slept on the foot of your bed.

Thinking about it, it was raining just like that day now. Only by now you had a car. You looked into the grim alley you had found Leone in nearly steering off the road when you saw what you thought was a crate full of cats there. You blinked at yourself, thinking that had to be some kind of mistake. Who would leave a crate full of cats in this weather? You needed to check.

That U-turn you made could have landed you in prison if anyone was around, but you drove back up to the alleyway and heard the unmistakable yowling of cats. The bottom of their crate had filled up and the wet, mangy looking little gremlins were pawing at the bars, begging to be let out of the small basin they were sitting in. You slapped a hand over your mouth, shaking your head.

“Oh, no, babies. I’m not letting you out into the street, but I’m not leaving you here,” you said, grabbing the crate and tipping it over until the water was mostly if not completely out. It was hard to tell with the wet, furry sponges inside and the pouring rain that had soaked your hair and clothes as well now. It wasn’t just a drizzle, it was bad. You moved your car closer and hauled the crate the rest of the way and by some miracle got it into the trunk.

You turned the heat up for all of you and drove home, cooing soothingly at the soft meowing in the back.

When you opened the door Leone was there, joining the chorus of meows all around. You were all kinds of tired though, kicking the door shut and opening the big crate. You tore off your wet clothes down to your underwear, because it was freezing and examined the cats more closely for the first time.

They were a mixed bunch. One was white with black spots all over and bright blue eyes, almost snow leopard like, but it was most certainly a kitty. It was the first to tentatively step into your apartment and let out a less offended or scared sounding meow.

There was another white one, this one looking like one of those fancy, purebred, long haired ones, and it had bright red eyes. That one in particular was pressed as far back as possible, hissing even. You couldn’t really blame it. Your transport here had been less than gentle.

Then there was the small back one with little patches of orange. It was small and scrawny, you could tell it would be even when it was dry, but it had the brightest, most adoring purple eyes you had ever seen. It stayed cuddled close to the spotted white one, getting it all wet again trying to shake off.

Then there was a very exotic looking one. It was long and slender, with bronze fur and elegant spots and tiger like stripes. It had cheerful brown eyes and was the first to start looking around, under loud, meowing protest from Leone.

The last one was a small, fluffy one with gold fur and a slightly lighter patch in the shape of a heart on his chest. It’s green eyes studied you inquisitively, before getting out of the cage and bolting deeper into the apartment, getting a loud yowl of protest from Leone, who gave you an accusatory glare.

“Sorry for the surprise, Leone floof… I couldn’t leave them out in the rain, could I? And I do feel bad leaving you home alone all day now, so maybe you can get along? I’ll put up lost cat posters and call in with the local shelter, but I don’t think they were left out by accident…” you explained sadly, scooping the big, silver grump into your arms. He was so warm against your rain chilled skin and he didn’t even protest, just kept staring down at the other cats imperially from his place in your arms.

First order of business was getting the cats and yourself dry and warm. You toweled off the spotted white one, the exotic one, and managed to give the black one a cursory ruffle with a towel before it bolted. The blonde one had hidden under your couch, looking at you quietly with its tail twitching restlessly. You decided to leave it. You also didn’t dare get near the long haired white one.

Next was food and you wanted to be sure they all ate so you split them into different rooms, as much as possible, with a bowl of wet food each. White one in the crate, Leone in the kitchen as usual, gold in the living room, spotted white in your bedroom, exotic in your spare room, and black in the bathroom. In the minute or two they were all eating you quickly changed into something warm and dry and comfy. Dry and comfy being the dumbass giant onesie in your favorite color that you only ever wore around Leone.

You ran around to let the cats out of the rooms and checked to make sure they had eaten. They had. You collapsed on your favourite spot on the couch. You threw your electric blanket over your lap and turned it on and laid out the other over the free space on the couch where Leone liked to nap. As expected, your oldest cat curled up on it, purring happily, and the other cats caught on quickly, flopping down on either Leone’s blanket or you while you browsed your phone and decided tonight was a takeout kind of night.

The long haired white one came trotting over eventually and you slowly held out your hand to it until it dared come close enough to be lifted onto your lap. It was still kinda wet, but you could ignore that for now. The gold one peeked out from under the couch, still damp and sad looking as well, and you tried to reach, but it already hopped onto the couch and laid down on the backrest, watching you with its big, bottomless emeralds for eyes.

“I’ll probably have to name you all something, huh? Hmm…” You mused, holding the hissy baby still in your lap. It needed to dry up a little and you knew you’d never be able to pin him down with a hairdryer, so this was the best place for it. “You can be Pannacotta. Like the desert~” she told him.

The exotic looking one meowed as if to say they wanted to be named next. “Alright, you… Guido? Do you like that?” The cat meowed affirmatively and looked at the gold one.

“How about Giorno?” you asked the blonde kitten. It showed no outward response, but it didn’t seem to object. About what you could expect from a cat.

“You can be Arancia, with those bright orange spots~” you told the black cutie. Right away it seemed to meow something like the name and you laughed. “Narancia? Would you prefer that? Okay, it actually sounds cuter that way. Good call!” you laughed.

Last was the spotted one. You struggled with a name for a bit, thinking of a few and dismissing them. “I really like the name Bruno, but you’re a white kitty,” you eventually said. You’d already gotten kind of fixated on the name for him, assuming he was even a boy. You hadn’t checked. The spotted cat purred and came to cuddle up to you, which had to be the clearest consent you could get from any feline. “Alright, Bruno it is!” you agreed, snuggling with your new cats until the food arrived.

You didn’t feel like staying up late or doing much the rest of the evening. You checked a few missing pet sites and set a reminder in your phone to call the pound during your lunch break tomorrow. You were starting to hope no one was looking for them, because these kitties made you happy beyond belief in just one night, even if you felt a little bad for Leone now. However, strays don’t end up in a giant travel crate together and most of these cats looked like very expensive breeds.

You left the heated blankets on the couch on a low setting and quietly went to bed while the cats slept. Only Leone got up to follow you, as he normally did. You got in bed and he made a soft mewl that drew your attention.

“What’s wrong, Leone?” you asked softly, smiling as he rolled onto his back and exposed his soft little cat belly submissively. He’d never done this before and you giggled and rubbed his belly in slow reassuring strokes. “Don’t worry, baby. Someone’s probably busy looking for them right now. I don’t think I can take care of that many cats anyway. I’m too young to be an old lady with six cats, right? You’ll always be my favorite, Leone. Just don’t tell them, yeah? Kitty promise?” you whispered softly, smiling wider when he purred and cuddled up against your side.

The next morning you tried to feed all your new cats their wet food the same way you had the day before, but Giorno had somehow made it to the top of your bookcase and was not coming down. Panna had taken his spot under the couch and was similarly unmovable, and Narancia and Guido were both hovering by your door, ready to make a break for it.

You had a kibble feeder set up, so you fed Leone so he wouldn’t get grumpy and set out a bowl of special cat milk your first cat didn’t care for. It did catch the attention of your other cats, who were more interested in it and satisfied you hadn’t left out the new kitties food wise you got showered and dressed for work.

“Be good babies! I love you!” you called out, already excited to come home to your sweet cats tonight. You forced yourself not to get too excited. You also forbade yourself from shopping for an extra big litter box and collars and cat beds, because you already knew that the second you got a call about the owner being found you’d be heartbroken.

During your break you called a few of the shelters near you, reporting what had happened. They all recommended you take them to the vet to check for a chip, which you agreed to do. You booked an appointment at the vet and with gritted teeth you begged for the time off from your boss. He was not happy, since you were still in charge of a shitshow from hell and your predecessor had left a mountain of work to be sorted out for you. You were entitled to that time off though, so you got your vet visit, under the condition you worked some overtime again, which you already expected.

It was getting dark by the time you were on your way home and while you were happy there was the slight underlying anxiety your new babies might have demolished your home in your absence. You had no way of knowing if any of them had spraying issues or if they might need a special diet. Leone was a very clean and neat cat, who’s only messes were his litter box and some shed fur that couldn’t be helped.

There was also the chance they might have fought for whatever reason and you quickly forced that thought out of your mind.

You would come home and there would be six lovely kitties meowing hello and wanting food and you’d all cuddle on the couch together and you’d be alright.

You opened your door and were shocked by the smell before anything else. It wasn’t the smell of cat pee or blood, which you were happy about, but it smelled like food. Like pasta with red sauce, to be precise.

Okay… maybe your mom had come over and let herself in and made you dinner? It was unlike her to do that, especially unannounced, but it was the only semi-reasonable explanation you could come up with until a stranger came walking out of your kitchen.

“Mistress, you’re home! Bellissimo! Leone said you’re usually home sooner, so we were getting worried-”

“Who the fuck are you and why are you in my house?!” you yelled. You didn’t want to be rude, you really didn’t, but you did not know this man and he was standing in your hallway, wearing nothing except your girly white apron that you rarely ever used. The man was of medium build, tan skin and a black bob cut, with two black cat ears perched almost cutely on the sides. You weren’t sure if the not knowing or the almost naked part disturbed you more.

A few seconds later you would discover it was in fact neither of those things that bothered you most, it was that apron man wasn’t the only under dressed intruder in your house! “You don’t have to yell. You invited us in,” a tall, lean, brown haired male with leopard spotted cat ears said, coming out of your living room wearing a pair of your hipster panties with a leopard print that matched his ears and at this point you were groping behind you for the door handle.

“Vecellio is next door...” you said, thinking these guys were probably friends of your neighbors who let themselves in. Did you not lock the door? Did they find your spare key? Did they not realize they were in the wrong house?

“That’s… nice? But I don’t think that’s got anything to do with us,” apron man said.

“You’re home~!!!” a small, black haired boy yelled, coming down the stairs in a bright orange mini skirt that you had only worn for Halloween once. He looked like he wanted to come up and hug you, but your indignant yelp stopped him.

“Why are you wearing my clothes?!” you demanded, tucking yourself way back into the corner.

“Chill, you didn’t have any guy clothes. Just thought it’d be more polite to put something on than to greet you with our dicks out. We’ll take ‘em off if you want,” leopard print said, already hooking his thumb into the panties he was wearing.

“N-No, keep that on! That is not what I meant!” you said quickly.

“If she’s home, does that mean we can have dinner now?” the black haired boy in the skirt asked.

“Not yet, Narancia. I think our new mistress needs a little more explaining,” the first said, beckoning you further into your apartment. By now two more guys had appeared. One was wearing the bottoms of your strawberry print pajamas and more egregiously, holding your laptop! The other only had a white sheet around his waist like he belonged in a renaissance painting, which quite frankly, would not be wrong.

“You're damn right I need a fucking explanation!” you snapped, already at a point where you were willing to overlook the mistress part of that statement when you realized something that had you ready to escalate this situation from potential battery to potential murder. “Where are my cats?!”

Around the corner at that very moment came your big, silver fur ball and you exhaled a sigh of relief, getting down on one knee to pick him up quickly.

“Hey, Leone,” you said, considerably more calm, only for the sweet but distant tomcat you’d had for over a year to transform before your very eyes into a tall, naked, silver haired man with an impatient scowl, with you still kneeling at eye level with exposed groin as he cocked his hip and crossed his arms.

“Now will you make them leave?!” he asked.

[skylights2000]

Switch! (Gundham x Fem! Reader) Part 3

~

All of you unanimously agreed that you shouldn’t tell anyone about what happened unless you absolutely had to.

You owned a small workshop that specialized in woodworking. The place, though fairly popular, didn’t need too many people to run it. You had two employees working with you that you would have to explain the situation to.

Gundham ran the famous Tanaka Breedery with occasional help from his mother who had retired last year. Obviously, he would have to tell her. They may have to tell a few of their close friends if need be, but they would cross that bridge when they came to it.

You and Gundham also agreed that you wanted to stay at your own apartments. It would take some arranging, but you were both more comfortable with that.

~

Normally, when you packed a bag, it was for yourself. You’d never packed a bag filled with your stuff for someone else. Sure, you’d donated stuff before, but you’d packed up half your room. It may be a bit excessive, but you wanted Gundham to have everything he needed to take care of your body.

Thinking about it still felt strange and brought back that spark of anxiety, so you busied yourself with packing instead.

You also knew he preferred darker clothing, so you tried to keep that in mind. Your closet was split down the middle with colored clothes on the left and darker clothes on the right. You put as much of it as you could into the suitcase and zipped it up.

~

When Gundham got to your apartment, you exchanged bags, and you wished him luck, to which he responded with, “Make no mistake, mortal! I am still the great Gundham Tanaka! This is but a small setback in my mission to rule this world!”

The eccentricity of it made a genuine laugh spill past your lips. “Yeah, okay. Go get some sleep.” You smiled, nudging him towards the door. “It’s getting late, and you still need to get up early tomorrow if you’re gonna go to work in my place.”

Gundham waved his hand dismissively. “Yes, I remember. This ‘woodworking’ that you speak of. How difficult can it be?”

You raised an eyebrow, slightly offended by the disregard for what you did, but in the end, you just shrugged. “Eh, no need in arguing. You’ll see tomorrow anyway.”

With that, you stepped back into your apartment and closed the door.

Now it was time to face the next challenge.

Showering.

That was where things got a bit tricky, but you had a plan. You threw the suitcase Gundham had given you onto your bed and started to sift through it.

Gundham didn’t own many colorful things. What was there, you assumed had been gifts from Sonia. You snickered when you came across a pair of joggers with little images of Totoro with various expressions and poses. It was adorable, but definitely not something you would’ve expected from Gundham.

He actually seemed to have put a fair amount of thought into what he packed. Just as you’d done for him, he tried to leave clothing that suited both his taste and yours.

There was a LOT of black, but there were also some whites, reds, different shades of purple. You noticed a bag filled with various accessories, and when you picked it up, a note fluttered onto your bed. You picked it up, squinting slightly before remembering that your horrible eyesight didn’t transfer with your soul. It was strange to be able to see so well without glasses or contacts.

Mortal,

I have left these pentacles and charms to sheild your soul from the darkness that lurks within my body. Affix them to your bodily form each day, and they shall offer you protection from the Other Realm.

You reread the words several times, but each time, they were the same. You emptied the bag onto your bed and gaped at all of it. He expected you to wear ALL of this?

You put everything on your dresser, deciding to deal with them later. You found a pair of pajamas and headed into the bathroom.

You had some semblance of a plan as you turned on the faucet in the shower to let it get warm.

Taking off your clothes was one thing. Doing it with your eyes closed was difficult, but that still wasn’t as hard as blindly navigating your bathroom.

Your bathroom was a good size, not too big and not too small, but the counters were cluttered and you knocked over several things in the process.

Once you finally reached the shower, everything else went fairly smooth. You even managed to dry off without slipping and cracking your skull open, so that was a win in your book.

Getting dressed again was a bit of a challenge with no sight, but once you were done, you opened your eyes, blinking several times to adjust to the burst of light.

Gundham’s hair actually looked fairly normal when it wasn’t defying gravity with all the hair gel. You brushed it out and combed your fingers through it to get it to lay flat. You couldn’t help but notice how soft his hair actually was. It was nice.

You finished up, brushed your teeth, and headed back to your room. It had been a long day, and you fell asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow.

~

Another obstacle faced you when you woke up.

Gundham’s hair.

No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t get it to look the way it normally did. You sighed loudly and pulled out your phone.

“Hello.”

“How the fuck do I handle your hair?”

You heard an equally loud sigh from the other end of the line before he answered you. “I will transport myself to your abode. I require assistance with your tresses as well.”

“Alright, see ya then.”

“Indeed.”

~

When Gundham got to your apartment, you were almost surprised by how normal he looked. He was still sporting several long necklaces, each one with a different rune or symbol, but considering how he usually dressed, this was as normal as it would get.

What surprised you the most was what he had done to your hair. This time, it wasn’t a good kind of surprise.

“What have you done, mortal?!”

“Me? What the hell did you do to my hair?!”

Your hair was in complete disarray. It was tangled to hell and puffed out like a cat’s tail when it got scared.

“You know what, I don’t wanna know. Just come with me.”

It took you almost ten minutes and a lot of complaints from both of you to get your hair untangled. Once that was done though, you dragged out the straightener you had.

“What is this contraption?”

“A hair straightener? I’m surprised you haven’t used one.” You held it out for him to inspect. “As the name implies, you use it to straighten your hair.”

“How does it work?” He asked curiously.

“Here, I’ll show you.” When he turned his head to watch you, you nudged him to face forward. “You can watch in the mirror, but you have to hold still, okay? I don’t wanna burn you.”

You gathered a section of hair and slipped it into the straightener. “These two metal plates produce heat, and when you close the hair in them, it heats it up and helps flatten it.” You explained as you worked, and once you were done, you let it drop into place. “See?”

He ran his fingers through the section of hair. “Fascinating.” He murmured, and you cracked a smile. You’d never see someone so mystified by a hair straightener. It was cute.

You straightened the rest of your hair and pulled it up into a high ponytail. If he was going to work in your place, he didn’t need any hair getting in his eyes.

You were still a bit nervous about him taking your place, but if people suddenly saw you two switch jobs, they’d ask too many questions. It was already strange enough that you’d swapped personalities. If anyone found out you’d swapped bodies too, it could turn into a serious disaster.

You didn’t have time to worry about it before Gundham turned to you with a frown. He dragged you over to the stool beside your vanity. “Sit.”

He fixed his hair in a surprisingly timely manner. It was quite clear that he’d done this many times, and you briefly wondered how long he’d had this hairstyle.

Once he was done, you looked in the mirror and nodded approvingly. “Thanks, Gundham.”

“There is no need for gratitude. I simply did not want you to leave here looking so atrocious.”

You lips twitched, and you clenched your jaw to keep back a scowl. “If you want a challenge, I could do a lot worse.” The fact that you said it with a smile made it all the more unnerving.

He glared at you. “Fool! What nonsense do you speak to threaten I, the great Gundham Tanaka?”

This was gonna be a long day.

[yasuda-anis]

A Blessing for a Friend

One of my first released works for Anis, I wanted to give something to a friend of mine. To @writer-and-artist27​, Vy I’m glad to have met you and I love your stories. I hope we can keep being friends for a long time.

As for what I listened to while I wrote this it’s Wonderful Future or Prekasno Daleko. Just cause I really like it and the mood got me excited. May your future be bright.

The heavy smell of bread blew into Anis’ face, fogging her glasses in a few seconds. It seemed that despite all the enchantments that Medea and others had placed on them for protection and preventing them falling off, some things could just never be avoided.     Anis waited a few seconds for them to clear up, enjoying the rich scent of vanilla and almost drooling. But it was important that the last part be done right.

If she messed this up, the whole thing would lose more than half the impact. But the heat coming out of the oven was still intense enough that she hesitated reaching in, even with her gloves and apron.     “Need a hand there Master?” A cheerful voice called out behind her before a large heavy paw settled on her shoulder. It was a familiar feeling, but something she hadn’t felt for a while. 

“Thanks Tamamo,” Anis sighed as she stepped aside. “I’ve been out of the kitchen for a long time so-”     “No problem, no problem Master!” She grinned as her tail whapped her master gently. “I see you when you come to eat everyday so I do see you. But this is certainly something new.”

Back in the days of Chaldea… that was - never mind. When she had first arrived Tamamo had been there for her. Making sure she ate, making sure she had someone to talk to, and more importantly, being there for the warmth Anis had been missing. Back then, Anis would always stop by at least once a week to be with her- to talk, be pampered, spar, or just to get some motivation. It had been some time since Anis had come back to see her.     Cat had come to visit herself mainly. But that was enough of that.     “It’s a bit of a special occasion,” Anis confessed, breathing in the warmth from the tray Tamamo passed under her. “I really wanted to do something for her.”     The fresh pastry was then quickly flipped over into a small basket, the smell of vanilla a bit more muted now. Cat moved over to bring over the picnic basket and pack in plates, utensils and some drinks.     Anis put on her gloves- made out of materials she was sure a regular mage would kill her for- and reached into a small box to pull out small clay figurines. She then cut small holes into the pastry and inserted them, quickly closing up the holes with nata.     The figures had been a group effort between her, Medea, and Nito. Making them heat resistant and non toxic had been a bit trick, but according to Medea the materials were easy enough to come by.     “All ready here!” Tamamo saluted with feral glee. “Now! Quickly before that other cat burglar comes in!”     Anis had factored in anyone coming in to try and steal it. But even the best laid plans need to adapt quickly, she thought as she wrapped it up in cloth and shut it in the basket. But alas, the smell, however faint, still escaped the basket. She would have to hurry. Or else…

“I’m off then! I’ll be back later!” Aniis yelled as she started moving quickly to the door. She could run. But the chances she could trip weren’t her main concern. Gotta act natural. I have an important appointment! But too fast and they’ll catch on!

    Tamamo waved her away with a handkerchief, calling out all sorts of fun jokes at her. Anis waved back and went off the hallway.

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The hallways of Novum Chaldea were packed. The early days of an empty Chaldea faded in the first months, and Anis was used to wandering both in her old Chaldea and in this one like a metro station.     Staff and servants moved in their flows- the main speed being kept except for a few who were assumed to just be beyond reprimand. Anis would normally be a patient walker, her pace easily adjusted to suit whoever she was walking with. Today though she wove and dashed through the flow, trying to minimize her impact by calling out warnings to those ahead.

Excuse me! 

Pardon me! 

Sorry! 

Hi! 

Sorry, a bit busy! 

No problem, just gotta go!

Not right now thanks!

Oops! You good? I’ll make it up to you later!

Sadly though, the kids had caught her. As she expected. The child servants were always on top of any delicious snacks and treats in the base before the other two threats of Jaguar, who would demand them, and Ibaraki, who would never bother to ask and just take it.     I lost 5 minutes to negotiations, but hopefully I can still make it on time! The kids had realized quickly what the occasion was, but demanded an equal treat and participation in one of their tea parties. Apparently, Mori was hosting this one as his first foray into western tea ceremony. 

But there it was! The door to Vy’s room! With one of her servants waiting out front as usual. Today it happened to be Emiya and Artoria, or Art as Vy called her. The pair had been chatting in front of the door before noting Anis, a bit winded, approached them.

“Hello there you two,” Anis panted, checking inside the basket to make sure nothing had spilled. “Is she back yet?”

Opening the basket had apparently been a mistake, since the culinary duo immediately caught onto what sort of treat Anis had brought and smiled. “She is not back yet, but if what you brought tastes as well as it smells I should believe my master will enjoy it,” Arotria smiled, her gentle gaze clearly showing her desire to try some as well.

“It’s been a while since I smelled something like this. Is that-” Emiya approached, starting to reach out to the basket.

Anis flinched back, covering the basket with her free hand. “Sorry about that, it’s best as a surprise ya know? Don’t worry though, it’s meant to be shared.”

Artoria nodded. “Indeed. You should learn to be patient like me. After all, Miss Anis has told us quite clearly it was meant as a surprise for all of us.”     A letter had gone out to Vy’s main servants last week, indicating that on her birthday, they should split into two teams- one to distract Vy, and one to stand guard and prepare the room. Anis had barely made it to the room before the deadline.

Anis held out the basket to Emiya, until he took it with both hands. “I’ll just leave this with yall then and head off after telling her-”

“Telling me what?” 

“YA!” Anis yelled and stomped her foot hard to prevent from accidentally swinging her elbow towards the voice. A very bad habit that had been the sad result of both martial arts training and poor nerves. 

“Eeep! I-I’m sorry Aqui! I didn’t mean to scare you like that…” Vy mumbled, wrapping her arms around herself. “It’s been a while since we saw each other, so-”

Anis breathed out, trying to relax. “It’s fine- fine” Anis breathed out again, her heart rate returning to normal. “Happy birthday Vy.”

She said it in the gentlest tone she had. Because it was her. One of the kindest souls she’d ever met, and deserved all the respect and charity the world had in return. Even Anis’ servants would treat her kindly and take time to chat with her from time to time. 

“Thankie Aqui,” she smiled back in the way that had made her so warm to all she met. “What's that? It smells delicious~” “Hold on there little sparrow,” Robin grinned as he put a hand on her shoulder, earning a small pout from her. “I think we should all go inside and get the full surprise right?” Anis nodded, glad to not disappoint. “We came up with a nice little thing for you Vy!” Anis smiled, something she wasn’t too familiar with, but she was glad her tone at least matched the mood. “I wanted to give you something as thanks for what you’ve given me and others here. And sorry to say, I won’t take no for an answer.” “Muuuu. This better not be something too big Anis.” _________________________

It was a simple affair. Anis had simply planned to leave the gift after explaining, but Achilles and Emiya had forced her to take a seat at the table. Apparently, she had a responsibility to see it through to the end.     The cake sat at the center of the table- a Rosca de Reyes, a delicious pastry in the shape of a round loop topped with concha sugar in vanilla, chocolate and strawberry. There were also some fruits as well, but only on half of the cake since Anis didn’t care for them.

The main gift though was the act of cutting the cake, Anis explained. “See, this is technically a celebration cake that’s eaten either on christmas, or on the actual feast day in January,” Anis explained as she passed the knife to Vy on the opposite side of the table.

“Let me get that for you,” Robin said as he started to reach out for the knife only to have Anis give him the look she usually gave those who started deviating from the rules in board games.

“The main thing is cutting it, Robin, so she needs to choose what part she wants and cut it herself,” Anis explained, tapping the cake. “It’s not just a cake you know, it’s a game.”

Vy tilted her head and squinted at the cake. “A… game? Like, with rules?” 

“Not that kind of game,” Anis chuckled as she waited for Vy to grip the knife. “See, it’s about making choices and seeing if you get lucky.” Vy still looked a bit confused, but eventually started cutting into the Rosca, the rich smell leaking out with each cut.

Crshh!!

“W-what was that?!” Vy pulled the knife out and looked inside the cut. “Is there food inside too? But it was so hard?”

“Got one already?” Anis asked, a bit surprised at the game starting off so quickly. “I tried to mix up the placement, but with your good fortune it makes sense you’d hit it off on your first try. Make your next cut for now, okay? But only cut as much as you can eat.”

    So Vy, still a bit confused, cut again, and hit something she couldn’t cut again. The look on her face though was more of curiosity and interest though, which helped relax Anis a bit. She held out a small spatula and Robin took it to lift her piece out, pulling a bit hard to separate the piece, revealing-

“What the? Is that?” Robin asked, not entirely sure of what had just happened.The other servants were all mostly curious as well, leaning forward to see. 

A small blue bird’s head poked out from the left side of the slice, the rest of its body supposedly buried inside. On the right side though, was a small tile with a flower motif that fell onto the plate with a small clink.     Vy picked it up and looked it over. The small white ceramic tile was two sided- a lily on one side and a lotus on the other.

“Two prizes so far Vy! Congrats!” Anis clapped, excited to see the reactions of surprise. “The game is meant to be that each person has a chance to find a prize and get good luck! I kinda adjusted it though and just made plenty of small prizes so every one of y'all could get something. So please, go ahead and enjoy it.”

Vy and the other servants started to get excited and began to cut their own slices to find prizes. A large variety of small figures and decorated tiles came out- a miniature crystal horse, a golden chariot, a lion cub, a golden ram, even a miniature Fou! The cake wasa soon gone and the figures were gathered in front of the empty plates, with Vy enjoying the rising atmosphere.

She deserves it honestly. She’s been working hard to take care of so many people. I just gotta give back something. Anis knew how late Vy stayed up at times- both working and because of stress. She also knew from how Fujino treated her that there were obviously more details about her past that shouldn’t be approached. But the unconditional love her servants had for her… Honestly, it made her a bit jealous. But that was fine. She had her own servants she cared for and could rely on. And a fellow master who she could always count on to hear a lovely tune sung or performed. A wonderful flower that bloomed once in the ice and now again in the sea. 

Thank you for being born Vy. I’m glad to have been able to meet you. And more so that you could consider me a friend. May you overcome all your hardships, and keep  your kindness forever.