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Me: Gee, I should really be in bed or doing something productive but I lack the motivation, to do either..
Unfortunately Also Me: guess it's time open innumerable tabs of Wikipedia pages about an obscure topic:
#I'm hungry#tonight I was learning about Chinese cooking techniques and there's one for braised pork belly using the method “red cooking”#interesting that you can braise so many things#I want a simple little life with a simple little house and simple little garden and a nice partner who I cook and garden with and we go#hiking/exercising and travelling and just live a wholesome life#Been urging to make some kinda dense sweet bread or muffins lately.#Kinda wanna make like 2 1/2 dozen muffins and freeze them and then have a month long muffin supply.#I could make really good muffins and just bring them as gifts to people I like#and they'd call me the muffin man (affectionally)#also#my parents bought a (preowned) cat and EVERYTHING scares it#It's a trauma kitty.#it has PTSD#I think.#But it's very loving and weird#it likes it's chin scartched and it's whole head held#I think it truly only does have one brain cell#Ive been trying to teach it to meow cause I like talkative cats but am worried it will start meowing too much#it doesnt even try to go outside#it wont drink milk#it wont take handouts at dinner#it's like a very scared strangely well behaved cat??#WHAT CAT DOESN'T DRINK WHOLE MILK?#honestly#anyway holy shit wow uhh thanks? If you read this far. Sorry for wasting your time.
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Replenishment in the form of a cute Rat "Simon", in honor of (Simon Petrikova from "Adventure Time" and "Adventure Time: Fionna and Pie"). I've been wanting to buy it for a long time, but I was worried about one problem. Past Simon, we have another fluffy kitty "Kurama" (Why "Kurama" did not come to me, I did not give the nickname) And here, so to speak, It is no longer the fear that she may attack, from the fact that he is a Rat, but from the fact that... She never managed to make friends among other animals. Anyone who was taken to, she was affectionate and did not aggregate. But Tolya was coming too fast, or something...It turned out that everyone hissed at her or beat her. From which she would get scared and run away or hiss in response. and we were very afraid that something like this would happen... well, yes, he will try to rush after that. ... But everything turned out fine, thanks to the possibility that Simon is blind. (Yes, we realized this when he behaved a little strangely - we checked the reaction to light and made sure, but for rats it's not scary since they focus mainly on the sense of smell) Which played into his hands, since he did not understand who was in front of him and was not afraid of her. From which they sniffed each other and decided to live together on this. Of course, the cat sometimes looks into the cage, but not as it does not try to catch him, but simply exchange greetings.
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Feline Shenanigans (Miguel O'Hara x Fem!Reader)
Chapter 1
You'd lit a cinnamon-scented candle to stave off the dark and cold, and were tinkering with one of your smaller projects when you heard a noise in the laundry room. Grabbing your tablet and activating the shockbots, you peeked around the corner. A soaked giant of a Maine Coon lay on the washing machine. Hearing you wheel in, he opened his deep orange...almost red eyes and stared. That gaze looked intelligent.
You sighed in relief, deactivating the bots. "Hello there."
Hm. The window at the top of the wall was open. He must have jumped in to get out of the storm. He didn't flinch as you neared and stopped alongside him.
"I'm going to have to bathe you. Will you let me pick you up?"
You lowered the chair height, dangled your fingers over the side, and lightly stroked his head. Luckily, he didn't seem to mind. After a little longer of getting him used to your touch, you scooped him up and onto your lap. His weight left you a little breathless, but he gave you no trouble besides that.
Something was attached to the plain black collar he was wearing. It was a spherical device with a glowing core. It seemed to be a simple sequence to unlock, but entering it only revealed one more layer. Text flashed on the surface.
Amuse yourself.
~Calypso
Sigh. They really ought to do better with locking up the supervillains- especially ones with her abilities. Back to the subject at hand, what did the cat have to do with things? You'd have to look at the device some more later. You weren't particularly scared, though. Your mother would swiftly put her in her place should something were to happen to you.
Your new guest was strangely well-behaved during his bath. He didn't even yowl when you poured water on him. You chalked it up to his fatigue. He did struggle a bit when you tried to wash his underside, but he didn't bite. And after a little while, he plopped down and accepted his fate.
"There- that's a good boy." You cooed. "I'm not going to hurt you."
As you set him down post-drying, he trotted around and started sniffing the furniture. There were no names or contact info on the collar. You'd have to hold onto him while you figured the puzzle out. What would you call him?
You studied him for a while, seeing if there were any special traits he had. Once his investigation of the living situation was finished, he curled up a short distance away from the candle, seemingly half-asleep. The shifting tones of his dark fur also added to the name brewing in your head.
"It's settled then. Henceforth, from this day in the year of Our Lord 2201, you shall be known as...Cinnamon!"
He opened his eyes and closed them again. You heard something like a huff- like a resigned sigh.
"You seem very jaded for a cat."
A/N: Divider: @firefly-graphics
Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6
#miguel o hara x y/n#miguel o hara x reader#miguel o hara x you#spiderman 2099#miguel spiderverse#miguel spiderman#atsv miguel#miguel o'hara#miguel o hara fluff
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❝𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮-𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐢❞ Chapter 08
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Summary: Gojo is old and lonely? That's what Kugisaki thought. But that was the day they found out that Gojo Satoru actually had a girlfriend.
A/n: I just saw in my notebook how many drafts I have completed and I realized that I need to share more often... I also loved writing this because I got into Kugisaki's personality so much lol. I'm always an attention-seeking author... What do you think about this story so far?
"Itadori-senpai, please help." the blue eyed teen whispered into his phone.
He stood in front of the slightly open door to their classroom to see his sensei sitting in his chair with his feet on the desk, smiling as he did something on his phone.. His fingers move on the bottom of the screen, clearly showing that he is typing something on the keyboard.
He waited a moment and then chuckled and started writing again.
He was texting someone. That was for sure.
But it's the first time they see their sensei smiling like that. He's never smiled so much into the phone! At least not in front of them!
"Nantō-kun? What happened?!" His Senpai asked quickly.
"Sensei is texting someone and still smiling! More and more!" He said with a more scared and squealing voice.
"What?! Is this really happening?! What a smile that is?!"
"This is not the smile with which he smiles at us!"
"Huh?!" he groaned. Suddenly the younger boy heard a quieter voice. “Kugisaki, Gojo-sensei is..."
Soft voices could be heard in the room they were in. The teenager waited for his senpai's response.
This is the first time he's seen something like this.
Is it possible that their sensei had a girlfriend?!
"He's acting like he's texting a woman!" Itadori said to the girl.
"Eh? I haven't heard of him having a girlfriend in three years! We have to check that! Where is he?!" He heard her voice closer to his senpai's phone. "Are you talking to Nantō? Nantō! Where are you?! Where is he?!"
"In class... I'm next to him and he's still smiling like that!" He said and hid so that his Sensei wouldn't hear or see him.
Can he really hide from him??
Yes. Because right now he wasn't paying attention to anything else but the phone. Because he was getting messages from you.
A moment later, the two older students ran there and knelt in the corridor, looking at their Sensei's cat-like and goofy smile.
"Oh shit! This smile is really different from the smile he always has! Judging by the smile and the slight color of his cheeks, as well as the speed of his texting, he is texting with a woman!" Kugisaki said, very analyzing his expression.
It seemed as if all his thoughts were humming.
"We have to help him!" she said, turning to the two boys next to her.
"Kugisaki-senpai... How can we help him?" Nantō asked.
"He is almost 30 years old! And he doesn't have a woman! If not now he will be alone forever! We have to help him so he doesn't drive that poor girl away with his weird talk!"
"What should we do? Or maybe Sensei doesn't text with a woman? Maybe he already has a girlfriend?" Itadori said.
"I've never seen this man with a woman! He doesn't have a wedding ring, which means he's not married! For a moment I was disgusted with him because he probably chose women with his appearance! But now I know there's something wrong if he's behaving like this! This is typical behavior of a man who texts with the woman he loves!"
"How can you be so sure?"
"Pfff! Years of practice and studying the behavior of lovers! Every woman deserves a guy who has a face like this when he texts her! Even though when I think it's my former teacher it makes me cringe! I'll help this poor guy not destroy his possible love of his life! Sensei!"
She stood up and quickly entered the room, automatically drawing his attention.
"Oh, Nobara. Do you need anything?" He asked and placed the phone on the desk and gave her a small smile.
"Don't write strange jokes to women! And also don't act like a complete macho! You must remember that you cannot lie at all costs! Don't show that stupid side you have right away!"
"What are you talking about?" he asked with a questioning look on his face.
"About the woman you're texting! You finally have a chance to not be old and lonely, so don't ruin it!"
"I'm sorry about her, Sensei! She takes the possibility that you might be texting some woman too seriously!" Itadori said.
"We don't want to interfere in your private matters." Nantō added nervously.
"Ah, do you mean that I'm texting someone?" he asked, pointing to the phone and sitting up straight, taking his feet off the desk.
"It's a woman, right?!" The girl asked.
Her pride will suffer if it turns out that he has not written with a woman. Did her intuition fail?
"Yeah." he said, but before he could continue, she started talking.
"If you don't want to be old and lonely, listen to my advice and she will be yours! With the way you act sometimes, you might just embarrass her! Listen to me and everything will end well! Even a wedding! I know how to give relationship advice!
"So far, she hasn't managed to find a boyfriend and because of her, neither me nor Fushiguro has one." The pink-haired man whispered to the brunette next to him.
"Eeeh? Really? I wanted to ask her for advice, but I think I'll give it up..." he muttered in response.
She heard it.
"You idiots won't have a girlfriend any sooner than I have a boyfriend! There's no way I'd let you do that!" She screamed at them. "But Gojo-san is different! Can't you see this lonely, rejected heart? If I don't help him, he will be lonely for the rest of his life!
"You know... That wasn't nice..." Gojo said, his mouth hanging open in embarrassment.
"So tell me the details! I'll help you! Just trust me!" she said with a big smile and pointed at her with her thumb. "I will do everything to get you married this year!
"Actually, Nobara... She's already my girlfriend." he said calmly and stood up, walking around the desk and leaning against the furniture.
He moved his phone closer, looking at your next message. He left the device and crossed his arms over his chest, watching the girl's facial expressions.
Her jaw dropped and her eyes widened.
"Huuuuh??!!!!! Since when does Sensei have a girlfriend?!" She screamed.
"For two years!" he laughed and waved one hand.
"Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhh???!!!!!!!" she screamed loudly, causing the boys behind her to cover their ears.
"Why are you screaming so much?!"
Everyone turned to look at Fushiguro who entered with Nantō's brother.
"He has a girlfriend!" She pointed to the white-haired man and they both stood on the other side of the room.
They started talking. And at that time, Hokusei saw their teacher's phone turn on and vibrate, signaling the arrival of a message.
He turned his head to look at the screen and smiled slightly.
And then he saw his student looking intently at his phone. It was as if he wanted to see who he was texting.
His hand turned off the phone and, looking at him under the blindfold, he hid the phone behind his body, shielding the messages from the teenager's watchful gaze.
To avoid recognition, his face was turned the other way. But his eyes watched carefully as Hokusei's red eyes looked at his hand moving the phone.
So that he doesn't notice anything.
Their sensei is hiding something, isn't he?
Taglist: @mc-reborn ; @yihona-san06 ; @yerinsshi ; @erisfayred ; @tohsri
#gojo satoru#jjk#jjk x you#gojo x reader#gojo x y/n#jjk x reader#gojo#jujutsu kaisen#gojo x you#yandere gojo x reader#yandere gojo satoru#Satoru-Sensei
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Made the ref sheet for my other main oc, a character who is a romantic asexual.
So I'm going to edit this to explain the metrics a bit more.
*Name: Rei was created by rogue Japanese scientist Akira Watanabe, using the DNA of a deceased Vulpine (a race of sapient fox folk thought to be extinct) and his own genes, effectively creating a strange hybrid son. Legally, this would be his name (in western order) if the Japanese Government knew he existed.
*Nicknames: Americanized version of his first name, and Fox generally being what he's called by employees.
*Race: On account of being a human hybrid, he takes DNA from Dr.Watanabe, and immigrated to America, making him Japanese-American on his human side. His other half is a Vulpine, a race of sapient fox-men who lived on the Japanese isles thousands of years ago and potentially inspired the stories of the kitsune.
*Age: 21 as of 2024, thus being created in 2003.
*Gender: Male, biologically and identifies as such.
*Alignment: Chaotic Good. Ray is willing to do good things, even if it means breaking the rules or doing something risky.
*Job: Scientist who wants to follow in his father's/Creator's footsteps by uncovering secrets of the universe and contributing to the knowledge of humanity.
*Perception and Communication: Has decent sense, and a good communicator, but will sometimes doubt his senses or get nervous.
*Persuasion and Mediation: He can do a decent job convincing people to do stuff by pointing out pros and cons. Mediation is something he isn't great at because he doesn't like getting in the middle of a situation between other people that he's not already a part of.
*Literacy and Creativity: Dr.Watanabe gave Ray access to mountains of literature to learn how to read and absorb information from the world around him. His sense of creativity has blossomed as a result. He can think of many creative ways to solve problems at any given moment, and has been taught how to speak Japanese, English, and Chinese fluently.
*Cooking: Do NOT let this poor bastard cook! It will not end well!
*Tech savvy: Watanabe raised him surrounded by lab machinery, computers, and engineering tools so that he could take care of himself. This has led Ray to be able to efficiently repair most machines, operate with any type of computer, and code effectively.
*Combat: He was given some martial arts training by a local school, but he's still a bit physically weak.
*Survival: Again, given mountains of books and personal training by Akira have given him a good grasp on how to survive in the wilderness (or at least Hokkaido's wilderness) as well as being prepared for emergency situations.
*Stealth: His small size allows him to slink around without detection, but his bright orange fur and tendency to carry gadgets in his pockets can hinder this easily.
*Street smarts: Oof, he hasn't had a chance to socialize growing up, and only left the lab to run errands. So he's not fully familiar with the nuances of how humans behave. This especially hit hard when he arrived in America after Roman found him.
*Seduction: Infertile hybrid + asexuality means he struggles hard. Doesn't help that he's seen more as 'cute' rather than 'sexy', so it destroys any attempts at him being seductive.
*Luck: Isn't anymore or less lucky than the average person I suppose.
*Handling Animals: His fox appearance leads to most animals, especially dogs and cats, being scared or aggressive to him.
*Pacifying children: Children crying or screaming hurts his ears severely, so he refuses to assist in calming one down unless absolutely necessary.
*Strength: Not very physically strong.
*Dexterity: Great with rapidly typing, using weapons, and putting things together quickly.
*Health: Excellent care has led to him having a good body, but he's not going to take a lot of hits in a fight.
*Energy: Very energetic bundle of fur.
*Beauty: Some people find the curly fur on his face aesthetically pleasing.
*Style:...But he wears a lab coat almost 24/7.
*Hygiene: Very fastidious about his fur and how he smells. Being a fox though, he's naturally a little musty.
*Intelligence: Watanabe created him with a brain that can retain insane amounts of information and can learn at quick speeds. Therefore, he's highly intelligent as he knows a few languages, learned the sciences of Astronomy, biochemistry, mathematics, aerodynamics, and ballistics, and is a fan of old literature.
*Happiness: Being raised in an isolated laboratory has made him very self-critical and introspective. Being abruptly taken from his home country to America has also impacted his sense of self with the culture shock. He becomes more chipper when Roman lets him work in his lab and experiment with stuff.
*Spirituality: Raised without religion, Ray becomes agnostic after reading about things relating to the idea of a higher power. But he does no rituals or ceremonies, and attends no place of worship.
*Confidence: He's ready to take on the world and show how intelligent he is. And nothing can stop him.
*Humor: Akira entertained him with access to television, which helped him not be so far removed from the world outside the lab. This also led to him discovering comedy. Ray loves surrealist humor.
*Anxiety: It significantly spiked after Dr.Watanabe's passing and his subsequent kidna-immigration to America by Romanov. But after awhile, he settled into his new home and began to use the lab as his own, reminding him of the good ol' days.
*Patience: He feels like time is a valuable resource, so he refuses to be in a situation that doesn't need his attention.
*Passion: Should've been higher, because he's extremely passionate about science and changing the world for the better.
*Charisma: He knows some basic psychology about humans that he can exploit, but he's not a master of social cues.
*Empathy: This is where it gets kinda strange...Ray has a supernatural power. Referred to as the "Memory-Empath" skill, it allows him to see and feel the memories of others by making eye contact with them for an extended period of time. For example, looking into the eyes of a happy child with their father shows a memory of the child playing a game of catch with their father, and Ray can also feel the sun on the kid's face, the sense of approval from the father, the smell of the grass nearby. This has created a person who is very sensitive to the emotions of others, and he cares deeply for the welfare of his friends.
*Generosity: He's willing to give for a cause and donate things he doesn't need to someone who needs it more, but don't expect big handouts from him.
*Wealth: Not sure what to put here.
*Aggression: Not very aggressive, as he was raised to be very polite and well-behaved by Dr.Watanabe, who in his own right, is a great-grandfather. He's pretty old world.
*Libido: As stated before, being a sterile hybrid and asexual has led to him having a decreased libido. (disclaimer: I'm not saying that asexual people lack them, it's just difficult to turn him on)
I'll add more when I can, but I'm good for now.
#oc artist#oc artwork#fox#furry oc#furry art#sfw furry#vulpine#oc#character sheet#asexual#romantic asexual
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Untitled Charles Condomine Fic
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“So, why is he called Church?” Charles asked you. “I never asked.” You turned to sit cross legged on the couch facing him. He sat with one leg crossed over the other on the other end of the couch, looking at you intently. You looked down and smiled a little at his question.
“I named him after the cat in Pet Semetary, Winston Churchill. It was my favorite book through middle and high school. I read my old paperback copy until it fell apart on me.”
“Pet Semetary? I’ve never read it,” he answered.
“That somehow doesn’t surprise me, Mr. Crime Writer. It’s probably a bit grotesque for your taste,” you teased.
“Now now, I’ve been known to have a taste for the darker things in my fiction, murder and bloodshed aren’t in short supply when it comes to crime writers, my dear,” he smiled and winked at you. You huffed out a laugh quietly.
“Sure, sure,” you told him, unconvinced.
“What is it that you like so much about that book?” he asked. You gave him a very short description of the book to start with, the largest plot points and such before answering.
“I just think loss and how we deal with it can be beautiful. It’s a book about grieving, and I’ve done a lot of that in my life,” you answered honestly. “I’ve never finished the book completely dry-eyed, but it’s a relief to have something that helps you get those feelings out, you know? Sometimes I don’t let myself cry when I should.”
Your earnest and quite vulnerable answer caught him off guard for a moment, and he was unsure of what to say.
You looked at him worriedly, wondering if you’d shared too much.
“Sorry for ruining the mood, I do that sometimes,” you said glumly.
“Not at all, I should very much like to read the book that affected you so deeply,” he said seriously.
You spoke for a bit about books and films, finding his tastes in these as old-fashioned as his clothing. This didn’t surprise you in the slightest, Charles was like a walking, talking time capsule. You found it wonderfully strange in the best way.
Once it started getting late, you decided to leave him with a few blankets and a pillow to make up a bed on the couch and head to your room. You wished him goodnight and headed to your room to get ready for bed, and see if Church was ready to come out from under the bed yet. You found him sleeping on your pillow, purring softly. I guess he got over whatever scared him, you thought, shooing him to the foot of the bed and laying down.
Charles stayed on the couch for a few minutes after he heard you lay down before getting up and moving to the bookshelf across from the couch. He picked out a book and took his seat again, settling in to read for a bit to pass the time until morning. He was dead, he didn’t need to sleep anymore, might as well use the extra time.
That was another thing on his mind, besides surprise at how much he had come to like you over the last days. He felt even more compelled to tell you the truth, he couldn’t avoid it much longer. He could tell you already knew there were things he wasn’t telling you about himself, and he didn’t want that suspicion to keep him from getting closer to you, to find out why you of all people could see and talk to him. He would tell you in the morning, he decided, before opening the book.
He read through the night, finishing up before you woke and setting the book down on the armrest of the couch just as he heard your morning alarm go off. He heard you rise and come out of your bedroom, the door to the bathroom closing shortly after. He heard the toilet flush and the water run as you washed your hands. You stayed in the bathroom a few more minutes, presumably brushing your teeth before the bathroom door opened again and you joined him in the living room, this time sitting cross legged on the chair across the room from the couch, still in your pajamas. Years ago, this would have scandalized him, but he’d grown used to the way people dressed and behaved today. It was much more relaxed, he appreciated the lack of pressure to always be perfect and “put together,” something he had never experienced when he was alive.
“I have something I need to tell you,” he started. You yawned loudly, covering your mouth with your sleeve.
“Sorry,” you said sheepishly at his frustrated glance. His serious demeanor this morning had you awake and focused as soon as you noticed the look on his face, however. “Is everything okay?” you asked.
“I hope it will be,” he said. “I have something to show you, and I don’t want you to panic, okay?” Your heartbeat quickened at his words, wondering what this was all about.
“…Okay,” you answered, unsure if it really was. He got up and walked toward you and slowly reached out his hand to touch your shoulder. His hand went right through you, leaving you feeling cold where he touched you.
“WHAT THE FUCK,” you shouted, pushing yourself back away from him and standing up. “What did you just do?”
“I said don’t panic,” he answered calmly, both of his hands up, attempting to calm you.
“Wait, are you a fucking ghost?” you asked, still standing a few feet away from him.
“Got it in one,” he said sadly. This wasn’t going how he’d hoped. “I died 87 years ago today in Hollywood, California,” he explained. You relaxed a bit when you heard the sadness in his voice, pity taking over the part of you that was afraid.
“What happened?” you asked, your voice hushed as your breathing slowed. The same Charles stood in front of you as sat next to you last night and walked next to you in the park, why be scared now?
“I was hit by a car,” he said regretfully.
“Oh I’m so sorry, Charles,” you said, a matching somberness in your tone.
“Don’t be, it was all my fault,” he said, his voice fading to a whisper.
“What happened?” you asked again, walking to the couch and sitting down. Charles sat down next to you, careful not to get too close and scare you again. He knew how it felt to be touched down to the bone by a ghost, the cold that faded as quickly as it came but left a shadow of itself for hours.
He blew air between his teeth. He didn’t need to breathe but old habits died hard, and he was nervous. Charles was terrified of what you would think of him after you heard his story. Would you even want him around anymore after this? After the things he’d done? He’d hurt a lot of people when he was alive to get what he wanted, and it hadn’t amounted to anything in the end.
He turned toward you on the couch and began his story. He spoke for hours, answering any questions you had along the way, though for the most part you stayed silent, listening to every word. He told you about his first marriage, the death of his first wife, his second marriage, the death of his second wife at the hands of his dead first wife, and every absurd detail in between leading up to that December day 87 years ago in California.
Saying it all out loud for the first time was painful but cathartic. He felt unburdened by the time he’d finished telling you everything. Charles didn’t sugarcoat anything he did, though he thought maybe he should have, it all looked rather bad now that he’d laid it all bare. He looked down at his hands, fidgeting with his nails during those parts, unable to face you while detailing his misdeeds.
You sat quietly and listened to everything Charles had to say. His story would be unbelievable to you, but you’d already jumped that hurdle today when his hand phased through your body like he was a damn hologram in a sci-fi movie. Your shoulder still felt cold where he’d touched you. His story didn’t make him look great, you had to admit. Once he finished his tale he sat waiting for your reaction. You sat for a few moments processing everything he’d told you, forming what you wanted to say before you opened your mouth.
“It sounds like you were put under a lot of pressure for a lot of your life,” was all you said at first.
“I-, yes,” he said, surprised that this was what you took away from his story. It made him feel somehow vindicated, though he knew he had no right to feel that way after the things he’d done.
“And it sounds like you didn’t handle that pressure very well, and you did whatever you could to make it go away, which made you easy to manipulate. It’s not an excuse for what you did, but I understand. I’ve done things I’m ashamed of, too,” you told him.
He felt like he might cry with relief at your words. You didn’t hate him for what he’d done. You hadn’t kicked him out and told him you never wanted to see him again. He sighed, relaxing a little.
“Besides, I don’t think you’re that person anymore. A lot has changed since 1937, and I think you have too, Charles Condomine,” you told him. “You don’t seem like that man anymore to me.”
He gave you that crooked smile again, and the look of relief on his face was obvious.
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Dead Bird Metro: The Tale of two Girls Chapter 23 (Finale)
TW: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH!
Maemi paced in front of the cage, the young cat was seething, hatred oozing out of their green eyes, their clawed paws opening and closing as they glared at the caged birds. Dave met their eyes with a glare of his own, even though he was scared. “You know, if it weren't for the orders from the boss, I'd kill every single one of you brutally and painfully.” The sentence was spoken with such malice that a few of the captured owls and penguins shivered. “My aunt and my uncle-” They gripped the bars of the cage tight, “-they died because of you scum!” Even though the purple cat was young and still had traits of a kitten, the birds in the cage aside from Enrique and Dave flinched as they hit the cage with the metal of the rocket launcher that they were wielding with just one arm.
“You still have some time, compadre, you can still give up and retreat. My boss won't pursue you, he only has business with your leader.” Enrique's sharp eyes never failed to gaze at the young feline that found is calm and fearless disposition more than a little grating.
They gave the eagle-owl a glare and their eyes narrowed after the owl reciprocated said glare, “You'll be the first one I kill when I get the opportunity.” The purple cat showed their claws before turning around and leaving the storage hall again. They climbed to the roof the hall and sat down near the edge before they started to cry. The new coat they had received just that day prior now getting stained with tears.
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The young cat slowly approached their mentor, seething with anger still after the news of Nozomi- and Toshihiro's deaths reached them. They couldn't believe that their dear aunt and her uncle had lost their lives. “They'll pay! I'll make sure that they'll pay for their deaths. I'LL KILL ALL OF THEM!” The young cat yelled gritting their teeth and hissing, their purple fur bristling as they walked over to their strangely calm mentor.
It was obvious by the balled paw of the tall, gray cat that this whole situation was boiling her blood as well, the two mentioned deceased cats had been her best friends. She had to stay calm though, if she let anger lead her now, the Nyakuza would be doomed to fall. “Calm yourself, Maemi, what did I tell you?”
The young cat took a deep, slightly shaky breath, “Always stay calm, no matter how bad the situation.” They tried as hard as they could to control their sadness and anger, as they stood next to their mentor. Maemi fidgeted a bit as they looked out the window, they dreaded to ask the question that was burning on their mind. “W-What...what do we do now? We...We attack them, right?” A look of uncertainty greeted the gaze of the gray feline as she turned to look at her protege.
“...We will prepare our defenses and wait...they will come to us to save their allies. That's when we fight...” She already had a plan to surround the small army of birds that would come to attack them. She would draw them into a battle near the main plaza and have a smaller group attack them from all sides. She knew that they'd send at least a few members to free their allies, which made it perfect to set and ambush. She doubted that the leaders would be the ones to free the captured birds, considering their animosity for her that was more than mutual, they would try to attack her...and she'd bury them in the same building she was in in that very moment. “They will come to us with all they have, so we will prepare for their arrival.”
The smaller cat seemed a bit unhappy about that idea, they would have preferred to attack the birds directly, but their boss' plans usually worked out well, yet...they despised needed to behave like cowards who don't fight back. “Where will I fight? Near the front lines, right?” The small cat was itching to use the rocket launcher granted to them. They would show them, all of them what the Nyakuza are really capable of, that those brainless birds picked the wrong enemies. Their face fell a bit when the gray cat shook her head slowly while turning back to look at them.
“I want you to stop the small force that will no doubt come to save the captured penguins and owls. I know who they'll send for this. The two girls that have been leading the Leowles and the Penguiads in the absence of their leaders...-” Her eyes narrowed and her paws were clenched so much that her own claws dug into them which caused her to bleed, yet the leader of the Nyakuza didn't even seem to notice. “-I want you to crush them, bury them under rubble!”
“Yes, ma'am!” The small cat saluted with a serious expression. The glare of their mentor softened and she went behind her desk and pulled out a new red jacket.
“I've noticed that the old one had become rather small and worn, so I got you a new one.” She gave the new coat to Maemi, who quickly put it on and and smiled. The Empress nodded and waved her hand in a dismissive fashion. “Now go and make me proud!”
“Leave it to me!” They nodded and were about to head out, but stopped when their mentor spoke in a way softer and more vulnerable sounding voice that caught them off guard.
“Be careful out there...”
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Bow went up to the roof top, needing some fresh air after the long meeting they just had. She looked out at the sunny afternoon and smiled, if she had the time later, maybe she could take the radio outside later and dance and sing a bit...maybe she could ask Hattie to join her, it would get their minds off things at least. The young girl noticed her friend slowly come up to the roof as well, so she waved at Hattie enthusiastically. “Those meetings are so booring, right? I know that they're important, but I find it so hard to concentrate for that long.” She ran over to the other girl that looked a bit more concerned. “Hey, we'll do fine tomorrow! You needn't worry yourself about failing, me and you together can't fail!”
The cheering of the curly-haired girl made Hattie smile for just a moment before it faltered again. “That's...not it. I'm worried about my grandpa, he looked so sad yesterday and he was so...emotional. It's rare that he acts like that. He was really worried about me being hurt, far more than usual.”
The Penguiad girl made a dismissive hand gesture. “Maybe he finally learned to show his emotions more, like my grandpa. Do you think they can get along now? They made the plan together and they're going to confront the Empress.” Bow asked with a hopeful look, liking the idea of them working together because it meant that she and Hattie could maybe stay together after all of this was over.
Hattie was a bit more skeptical, but tried to be optimistic, there could at least be a chance that after all of this mess, they could stick together. Over the course of the past weeks, the penguins and the owls got along better and better each day, by now, they could be send on missions together without much trouble. “Here's hoping, I kinda want to stay friends...I don't want to be your enemy again.-” Hattie looked sad at the thought, “-We've dealt with so much already. I'm gonna talk to my grandpa after we win tomorrow, maybe we can arrange something.”
Bow raised her fist into the air, “That's the spirit! I'm gonna talk to mine too, I'm sure he'll agree to arrange something. The Conductor did save my life before after all, and DJ Grooves saved yours too.” She looks determined, “-They just HAVE to have seen that the other gang leader isn't as bad as they thought!” Bow could see the face of the other girl fall again.
“...But what if-” The curly-haired girl shook her head.
“No 'What ifs'! I'm not going back to being enemies and that's final!” Bow smiled and grabbed the hands of the other girl. “You're my best friend now, I'm not gonna beat up my bestie.” That caused Hattie to laugh and smile.
“Yeah, I'm not gonna go back to trying to stab you either.” Bow then ran down to the stairs quickly, leaving Hattie puzzled as she watched the girl descend down the stairs. Her eyes lit up again when she spotted the other girl come back up with an old radio.
“Let's see if I can get this bad boy to work again. This radio is very old, I think it's even older than me!” She giggled as she fumbled with the settings and frowned a bit when it didn't work, she didn't even notice that Hattie had left and come back.
The Leowle girl opened the back of the radio and produced a battery, giving Bow a rather smug glance. “It can't work if it has no battery.” The other girl only rolled her eyes and when switched it on and quickly found as song she seemed to like. She started to sing along and dance while Hattie clapped.
Bow then grabbed Hattie's arm and danced with her, which caused the other girl's eyes to go wide in shock and surprise. She looked a bit embarrassed, but still joined in on the dancing, getting her mind off the battle they had tomorrow. She pushed a dark thought out of her mind.
What if...they don't make it.
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It was a cold but clear night, Hattie would have preferred cloudy weather it would make them harder to spot as she and Bow jumped from rooftop to rooftop. “Do you think that Enrique, Dave and the others are okay?” She asked the curly-haired girl who seemed to have been deep in thought herself as she almost lost her footing and tripped as the two jumped from one building to another, both keeping an eye out for patrolling cats.
“I'm sure that they do, Dave may be a bit paranoid and a bit scatterbrained sometimes, but my homie knows what he's doing.” Bow tried to be as optimistic as she could, giving the other a short smile before they could see the storage. “I'm more worried about my grandpa...They're running head first into danger, no matter how you look at it.”
Hattie put a hand on her shoulder as they stopped and looked around for a moment. “They have the Owl Express, that train is heavily armored and my grandpa's pride and joy. They'll be fine.” Hattie assured. They were close now, they could see the storage hall just ahead, all they had to do take care of any guards and make sure that the owls and penguins made it out.
“There you are” Maemi whispered to themselves as they watched the two girls advance toward the storage hall. They quietly trailed them, making sure that neither would have a clue that they were there, waiting for an opportune moment to strike. Said moment came in form of them stopping on a roof to observe their surroundings, surroundings that Maemi knew like the back of their hand, so the young cat had no problem staying out of sight of their mortal enemies. They readied the weapon granted to them by their mentor. They hissed as their eyes narrowed at their unsuspecting targets and they aimed right at the curly-haired girl. “You'll pay. I'll make you pay for killing my family!” The hatred and scorn for the two girls peaked as they fired their rocket.
The Leowle girl froze in shock for a moment when she noticed something red being aimed at Bow like a tiny red dot. A loud whooshing noise was heard a moment later.<hr>
“Are you sure you want to do this? Are you sure that it will work.” The penguin slowly boarded the train of his rival, who looked determined and had a deep scowl on his face. For once that scowl was not caused by his rival, instead it was aimed at their mutual enemies.
The yellow bird was grateful that Hattie, due to her quick thinking, at least managed to save his beloved train. Now he could finally put her heavy armor to good use. “You calculate it multiple times over, ye just have ta have faith in me and me lovely train.” The old owl went back to check on the last train cart again. He'd give those cats a nasty surprise, if they think that they can take them down with their superior numbers, they were in for a rough ride...No matter the cost, those cats would PAY! He returned to the front of his train, the penguin held something in his hand that he couldn't make out at first, but upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a simple USB stick. “What's with that grimy, ol' thing?” He eyed the small item suspiciously.
The DJ held the small piece of technology up like it was a prized possession. “This, darling, is our ticket into that building, and...-” He sighed, “-It has a lot of sentimental value. A friend saved it for me and he...lost his life protecting me.” He looked down at the floor, the pain visible in his eyes.
Normally the yellow owl would have told him that people die in this line of work...but...he doubted that his own owls would even do something like that for him. In the recent weeks his beliefs have been turned and twisted by the penguin's words and vice versa, all the two birds knew was that all of this needed to end. That all all of this brought was pain and suffering.
The penguin looked out the window at the metro, watching the owls and penguins proceed forward to attack the HQ of the cats head on, they didn't have the resources to split the army in two. “If we miss the jump, we'll die horribly-” The DJ's eyes clouded with worry for a moment. “-I calculated it thoroughly, but it can always go wrong.”
The yellow owl chuckled as he started his train, if they timed it right, and he knew how long it would take to get to the central plaza, they would arrive there just a moment before the penguins and owls got into the crossfire of the cats. “Ye worry too much, we just have ta do it.” The yellow bird balled his talons to fists and the ear-like feathers on the tight side of his head started to twitch a bit in his anger. “We ain't gonna lose to those filthy furballs.” The time went by in a silent tension as the two birds traveled to their destination.
The leader of the Penguiads stared out the window on the side of the control room, his flipper tapping a small rhythm against the window sill. He wondered if he made the wrong decision on that fateful night. Sometimes the thought of just leaving it all behind had occurred to him, yet he found that, even if he wanted to, he would have failed the penguins that relied on him,. He could never be as selfish as to abandon them, and as the years passed, the opportunity to leave got smaller and smaller, he found that he was simply in too deep to escape. Leaving the Penguiads to fend for themselves would have ended poorly, he knew that they couldn't function without him. DJ Grooves sighed deeply, he knew why he ended up in this business and he knew why his penguins did what they did, yet...he couldn't help but wonder if there would have been a better solution to the problem of poverty that the penguins were facing. It was what it was, though, he was aware that he couldn't change the past, he made his choice, now he had to stick with it.
The other bird glared out the front window, he wondered if his life would have been better if only he had decided to stay with his family...but at the same time he couldn't just go against the wishes of his deceased father. This life was all he knew, would he even have been able to live like a normal person?...would he even have been a good father? Questions that he would never know the answer to, but questions that now plagued his mind. He had always known the dangers that he was facing, that one careless mistake could cost him dearly, he knew, yet he stayed, he chose to continue the legacy of the Leowles. He was about to slam his fist down on the control panel's edge, but he took a deep breath to calm down. None of this mattered now...not anymore. The past was over and done, all he could do is accept the consequences of his choices.
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Bow tumbled off the rooftop after Hattie pushed her, the missile their nemesis fired barely missing her head. For a moment she thought that they would plummet to their death now, but Hattie reached the sill of a window after they fell. “Hold on!” Hattie pulled Bow up to stand on the sill, just holding on with one hand for a moment, thanks to her high strength it wasn't a problem. Bow pulled her up just in time as a new projectile made its way toward them. They climbed back onto the roof using the gutter, Hattie almost losing her footing once and dragging down Bow with her when another missile hit just a few feet below her.
They climbed back onto the roof and the barrage of missiles stopped, both Hattie and Bow looked around frantically. “This must be the last cat that was mentioned. Grandpa said that they're the protege of the leader of the Nyakuza.” Bow muttered quietly to Hattie who just nodded and looked at the rooftops of the adjacent buildings. The missiles were fired from around the same level as them, leading her to believe that they must have come from up there...she didn't expect that she'd get get punched in the chin so hard that her jaw felt like it cracked. Hattie stumbled backwards with a yelp and Bow just about stopped the purple cat from slicing Hattie's neck with their claws by intercepting it with her dagger.
Maemi jumped back in response to the dagger's sharp edge getting close to their paws and opted to kick the Penguiad girl in the side. Bow jumped right back up after falling on her side while Hattie had drawn her knife to defend herself. “You...-” The small cat glared between the two girls that were facing them. “- WOU WILL NOT WIN!” Tears, hatred and anger were visible in the green eyes of the Empress' protege as they charged at their greatest enemies, ready to fulfill their mission and kill those that had killed their beloved uncle and aunt. What they didn't expect was that that the two girls would work together flawlessly. While Hattie charged back at the the red jacket-wearing cat and drew their attention to herself, Bow aimed for the young cat's chest...before stopping and cutting the young feline's side instead, which caused them to hiss in pain. Maemi, instead of attacking again decided to retreat and jump down the roof and head toward the storage hall. Bow pulled Hattie back by her arm when her friend thought it best to pursue.
Hattie looked confused at Bow, but understood after looking at her worried expression. “Bow...we can't spare them! They attack our families!” Hattie argued, but kept calm.
“I know...but, we...we were the same, you remember, right? They're hurting, we...we killed their family.” Bow felt a twinge of guilt. The young cat was the same as them, raised by a leader of the gang whom they consider their family. The Penguiads and Leowles had pretty much killed their family, she could only imagine that the eccentric cat that almost dropped her off the roof of the building was like family to that young cat, like Dave, Martin and Marcus were for her. It hurt the curly-haired girl a lot when Martin got imprisoned and Marcus died protecting her grandfather. She could see it in the sad eyes of her best friend that Hattie came to understand her point of view.
“But...what can we do? They will just continue to attack us...that cat won't stop trying to get us killed.-” Hattie thought about it and decided to make for the hall again. When Bow gave her a worried glance, she answered as she landed on an awning. “-We still have to save Enrique and the others, with how unstable that cat is, we don't know if they'll kill our friends and family.” Bow follow after Hattie, hoping that it would all work out somehow.
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The two birds could see the high tower of the huge mall that was the crown jewel of the whole metro a helicopter was stationed at the top. When he focused his vision, the yellow owl could already see the rows and rows of cats that were about to intercept the advancing of their small army. Rows and rows...that had no idea that he was about to pull of the greatest assault in all of the metro's history! “Ye ready?!” His wings, normally steady and calm when he conducted his train, now shivered and twitched.
His rival tore open the door while they were still gaining speed, the harsh wind blowing in his face like blades made out of air. “Ready!” He had calculated this at least ten times now, and he still wasn't sure if they'd both simply perish, but he had to have faith now, it was the only thing they could come up with that could lead them to victory.
No one could see it, but the yellow owl's face turned from steaming anger into deep melancholy for just a moment while he took a deep breath and waited for the signal of his rival. He ignited the line that would lead to the end of his beloved train with sadness mixed with determination on his face, when he heard the signal of the tall penguin. The small spark made its way to the left wheels of the Owl Express, while its conductor joined the DJ and they jumped out the open door right as the dynamite blew up the wheels, sending the huge vehicle off the rails with a loud screech. The two birds got blown out of the door and crashed through the glass door of 'Sheep mattresses' and into the display of the mattresses that were lined up on the ground floor of the building for customers to view.
The cats tried to run for their lives after they heard the loud screeching noise as the train crashed on its side and scraped on the pavement of the plaza. The following explosion shock the very foundation of the building the two birds were in, as the explosives at the back of the train tore it and most of the cats that were in the plaza to pieces. “You okay, darling?” The penguin shook his head, clearing out the daze and pulling out another set of sunglasses from his pocket, his previous ones got lost and carried away by the wind. The owl stepped out of the shop after wiggling out from under the mattresses that he landed in and looked at the mayhem outside the store. “...Darling?”
The yellow bird was silent for just a moment more looking at the bits and pieces of what was once his pride and joy, now reduced to nothing but rubble. “I'm...fine. Let go, we got a cat ta kill!” The two leaders watch as their penguins and owls engage the enemy cats in battle for a moment, before they use the confusion to make their way to the huge mall, and as expected, it is tightly locked by a metal door. “Do your thing, DJ pe-...Grooves.” The owl readied his knife and stood guard while the DJ worked on opening the security door.
“I'll have this down in a jiffy, won't take too long.” The yellow owl just nodded and remained on guard until he heard a click and they were finally in, ready to bring all of this to an end once and for all.
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Hattie broke the window into the storage hall unceremoniously, and climbed in...so far it had been strangely quiet...it boded ill, she knew, so the young girl remained on guard. Bow followed closely behind Hattie, her dagger at the ready for whatever was awaiting them in the dark and cold hall. They searched the aisles filled with various weapon ranging from, bats and clubs, and even chain saws, to cans of food and canisters of water. The brown-haired girl even found a collection of comics, if she wasn't on a mission right now and wasn't in the heart of enemy territory, she would have called Bow over to sift through it to see if those cats had anything good. “Hattie, that you, amiga?” The low voice caught her attention and she ran over to where she heard the familiar, rugged voice of Enrique. She found him and the other owls mostly unharmed, a few of the penguins and owls had scratches and cuts, but they looked mostly unharmed.
“Bow, over here!” The penguins immediately lit up at hearing the curly-haired girl's name and Dave got up from sitting on the ground and started to bolt toward them, gripping the bars tightly.
“Bow's here too?!” His question was answered when he noticed movement out of the darkness, and the girl in question made her way out of the shadows of the dark storage space, smiling widely.
“Dave! You're alright, homie, I'm so glad!” Bow had to wipe a few tears out of her eyes and the small penguin started to sob and cry a bit. The other penguins and owls looked relieved to see them as well.
While Bow was busy calming down the more frightened birds, Hattie followed the iron rope that was connected to a winch. The lever was more than a bit difficult to move due to the rust and years of not being in use. She called her friend to help her, not wanting to waste time searching this huge hall for oil or anything of that sort. “Need some help?” Bow stretched her hands out and helped Hattie raise the heavy steel cage the birds were trapped under.
A loud soft whirring noise caught Hattie's attention and made her blood run cold, she had heard that noise once before when that insane cat lady send her mecha cats at her. They let go off the winch and jumped back rapidly as a sharp, shuriken was tossed their way and embedded itself in the rope of the winch, barely missing the girls, it stopped the cage from lowering, however. It didn't take long and they were attacked by flying projectiles from the dark shelves and railings above, while three mecha cats attacked them in melee.
“I'll grind you both to dust! You'll die here! I'll take all you love away from you like you did from me!” The young cat joined the fight against the two girls, firing rockets whenever they had an opportunity. Hattie dodged the sharp, metal claws parrying attacks with her knife while ducking under shurikens that missed her by nothing more than a hair. Bow used one of the shelves for cover, while a mecha cat extended a claw through a small crack in the wooden shelf, if it wasn't for her quick reflexes it would have gotten her eye instead of just leave a bleeding scratch on her cheek.
Feeling that he needed to do something, Dave gathered all his courage, he couldn't let Bow deal with all this alone, his boss would be devastated if anything happened to her...so would he. The small penguin got up and tried to squeeze through the small gap between the cage and the ground after said cage was lifted by the combined effort of Hattie and Bow. He pushed himself through the gap bit by bit, but got stuck a bit around half-way through. The eagle-owl noticed the struggle of his ally and pushed him through. Dave yelped a bit but ran to get some oil, knowing that he couldn't move the winch if Hattie had to call Bow for help. He glanced up at the young cat that was in the process of firing a rocket at Hattie, their eyes cold and focused as the missile was launched. A gasp escaped him when heard Hattie scream out in pain as a shuriken cut her shoulder and a moment later he saw Bow getting hit by shrapnel form a missile that she barely avoided in the chaos. He finally found some frying oil, not the best, but it would do. The winch creaked the moment he tried to move it after pouring the oil on it. The small penguin did even realize that one of the former subordinates of Toshihiro was sneaking up on him as he slowly but surely raised the cage, his flippers aching from the effort. The cat was about to stab Dave when Enrique tackled the murderous feline down and dug his sharp talons deep into their throat. “Lo siento, compadre, can't have you kill my friend.” Dave was shocked for a moment, but calmed down after seeing that the eagle-owl had the situation under control.
“Thanks, dude, you saved my feathers there.” The rest of the owls and penguins spread out to help Bow and Hattie fend off the their attackers.
Bow and Hattie joined back together after the owls and penguins they rescued banded together to fight the ninja- and mecha cats, and instead focused their attention back on Maemi who gritted their teeth and headed for the roof of the hall. They followed them, they needed to stop them, but...could they really do it without needing to end the life of the tormented cat
Hattie drew her knife while Bow hesitated for a moment longer. “Stop this, you've lost already.” Hattie tried to reason with the young cat, but it obviously fell on deaf ears as the moment she finished her sentence, a missile whizzed by her, she noticed that their green eyes were glistening with tears. Both girls knew only too well just how Maemi felt.
Both girls didn't expect that their mutual enemy would start to charge toward them, discarding the rocket launcher now due to it being out of ammo. The cat fought even fiercer than before slicing and slashing at them from unpredictable angles which made it hard to counter their attacks. Even with this clear lack of direction, they put up a good fight, as both of them were stuck just parrying and dodging attacks...”You can't keep this up, please, stop, we know how you feel.” The desperate plea from Bow received an answer in form of a swipe that barely missed her eyes and knocked her glasses away. The retaliation strike from Hattie sliced the red jacket of the purple cat, which caused Maemi to stand down in shock for a moment.
“You...you cut my new jacket...” They sounded to be in disbelief and anguish before the seething hatred took over. “I'LL KILL YOU!” A powerful swipe made Hattie's blade skid over the ground as she yelped in shock before she got pushed down, one of the yellow feathers on her headband fell off as her head hit the ground.. After her vision focused again a moment after the painful contact with the ground dazed her, she could see the sharp claws that prepared to slice her throat and the hatred-filled eyes of the cat, while Bow had readied her dagger and was about to attack the back of the young cat.
All motion stopped when a loud explosion shook the whole district.
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The mall was already mostly clear of people, considering that it's main gate had been locked that wasn't surprising, the two birds doubted that it even had been open today. The army of cats had made it just as clear as the eerily silent mall. “Never thought I'd see a mall without people.” The tall penguin slowly advanced as he tried to keep his mind off the fear that was slowly rising in him the closer they got to the end. The Conductor, meanwhile, pressed on, the DJ assumed that he had already made peace with his decision. They soon found the stair case that lead to the basement of the big building. “Good luck, darling.” The DJ smiled at the the yellow owl who nodded.
“Don't ye dare fail, I don't know how much time I can get ya.” He knew that the leader of the Nyakuza was highly adept at melee and range combat, his rifle would have been of no use, he'd likely have no time to aim and unlike his previous targets, the Empress was expecting them. The yellow owl hurried up stair while his rival made his way down instead.
The Empress heard a beep as the security system informed her that the door downstairs was now unlocked, she was aware that they were coming for her, she had underestimated them before, but this time they'd face her, and she had been through more than enough battles...and even if she struggled, all she had to do was press one button and this whole building would lock up and blast them to pieces, while she'd escape. She readied her rocket launcher, aiming at the door to give the bird that entered a warm welcome. When the door opened and she spotted yellow feathers, she fired, but it was obvious that the small, yellow bird that entered with a grimace had anticipated that already. The owl drew his knife out the inside pocket of his now tattered and torn jacket. “I expected more from the feared leader of the Nyakuza than a wee rocket.” The owl slowly advanced.
She readied her new and improved rocket launcher which now opened to more launchers at the side after she pressed the button at the bottom. “And I expected more than a puny, old owl as the leader of the Leowles” The three rockets were fired at him and he dodged the first by jumping over it and the second by sliding across the ground, the trajectory of the third was off and missed him completely. With his knife raised high, he attacked the cat that simply jumped out of the way and fired a rocket at him that almost made contact if he hadn't jumped back right then his attack failed. “Where is that penguin friend of yours? I wanted to bury both of you at once.” She glared at him, clearly still just playing with the owl that needed to dodge yet another barrage of rockets.
“Donnae need him ta kill a wee kitty who doesnae know her place!” She only chuckled at his response, still seeming calm, but that comment made her want to rip his vocal cords out personally.
“Quite the big words for one so small,-” She discarded her launcher, strapping it to her back, before she charged at him. “-I wonder how well you talk when your lungs are full of blood!” She got close and attacked the bird with a claw swipe, he could feel the air as the attack barely missed him...but he failed to think about the fact that she had TWO weapons on her at all times. The yellow bird yelped in pain and grit his teeth when the other claw cut his side and caused his suit to rip and yellow feathers to stick to the claw of the cat that just shook them off and went in for another attack that he evaded barely.
The Conductor readied his knife again and was put on the defensive than he had to parry an attack of the cat that used both her claws, he had to jump over a kick aimed at his legs which was supposed to cause him to stumble and make it easy to kill him, yet he used the her failed attempt to swing his sharp talons at her which scratched her leg and caused her to grunt. The wound on his side bled stronger the more he moved, but he ignored the pain, just like he had done many times before.
The eyes of the tall, gray cat narrowed and she hissed, pouncing at the yellow bird like a predator on prey, her claw strike missed him, but she managed to grab his jacket and toss him to the wall with force, the small bird connected with the concrete with his already injured left side which made him scream in pain and blurred his vision for a moment. He got no time to rest though and had to dodge attack after attack. “Come on, Grooves, hurry...” He whispered quietly to himself.
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It took him a few minutes but he managed to crack the code using the program he had on his USB stick. When the door opened, there was...nothing, at least nothing visible. He rolled his eyes behind his shades, and went back to the panel, which revealed a bunch of lasers strung high and low across the room. It would take too long to try and deactivate it, and he didn't know how long his yellow-feathered rival could last in that fight. He took a deep breath and decided to imitate the way Bow had jumped and dance around the lasers in that jewelry store, and he found that it was a lot harder than Bow made it look. He almost got burned on one or two occasions even though he was a seasoned dancer. “Access denied!” He furrowed his brow when he encountered the difficult code that spread on the display, likely done by that cat he and Hattie fought. It took him an awful amount of time to crack the code, but he managed thanks to the program on the USB stick, even in death, the thoughtfulness of his friend, Marcus, came through for him. He wouldn't fail now, he didn't lose his life for nothing.
He changed one simple thing in the code that would seal the fate of the cat...
His brow furrowed as he ran up the stairs, hoping that his ally had not ended as cat food, a pretty gruesome sight greeted him as soon as he joined up with his former nemesis. The Empress was holding the small owl by his throat, his knife had fallen out of his hand as he writhed and tried desperately to get air back into his lungs. The gray cat was laughing quietly. “Did you think you could-” She was interrupted by the knife that the DJ threw at her arm, it left a bleeding wound and the sudden pain caused her to dropped the Conductor to the ground. The old owl clutched his throat for a moment and took deep, shaky breaths before he got back up and spoke between sharp inhales. “You took...yer sweet time...Grooves.”
“Good things take time, darling.” The gray cat, now even more angry, so much so that her eye twitched, decided to not hold back she attacked the two leaders viciously, but was surprised by how coordinated they attacked. The Conductor's more straightforward but brutal swings were accompanied by DJ Grooves' more cunning, but less effective strikes, which forced the cat back a bit.
The tall cat decided that she had toyed with the birds enough and forced the two back by getting her rocket launcher out and forcing them to keep their distance, lest they'd get blown to pieces. If only they'd know that they'd lost as soon as they'd entered the building. “You fought well, despite knowing that you don't stand a chance, I think I'll end your pitiful struggle here.-” She presses the button she had hidden in her jacket. “-From now on, this metro will be solely run by cats!” Thick steel shutters came down on the doors and windows as soon as the button was pressed, locking them in place. The Empress laughed at them and turned around to use the only open door right behind her that would lead to the roof where the helicopter was positioned for a quick getaway...when she turned, however, she found that it was...blocked as well.
While the cat's tail and ears lowered the smiles on the birds behind her widened as the system informed them that it would be 5 minutes until the six bombs in the basement would explode, five minutes until all of this would find an end.....by ending them.
“End of the line, furball.” The yellow bird put his knife back inside his pocket, taking a deep breath, as he grinned and chuckled.
The penguin dusted off his jacket and put his knife away as well, laughing at the horrified expression as the Empress turned to face them. “You underestimated us, now you'll pay the price. You've killed my penguins, you killed the owls.-” He glared behind his shades. “-I'll never forgive you for that!” His voice was low and full of malice.
“Outplayed...by a bunch of feathers on legs...-” She seemed almost disappointed in herself. “-How could I have lost to hollow-bonded scum!” Her arms started to shake in anger, a slight hint of fear crossed her eyes, as she realized that she was going to die here.
“You did win somethin', alright, a one way trip ta hell!” The yellow bird's laughter was drowned out by an electronic voice reminding them that they had only three minutes left.
The gray cat's eyes narrowed with the realization that the penguin and the owl in the room with her would also die. “How can you call this a victory if you yourselves will perish?” Her voice sounded a bit condescending. “In the end, you'll fall together with me.”
The yellow owl pulled out the polaroid from his pocket for the final time, it got cut a bit as the claws hit his side...a tear replacing his younger self in the photo now. He scoffed and smiled at the bitter irony. He wanted to keep his family safe...but he failed to keep himself safe. “This isn't about winnin' and losin', furball, it's about ending the sufferin'.” The tall cat tilted her head in confusion.
“All three of us caused suffering among the people of the metro, our gang wars tearing it to pieces and scaring the inhabitants. We hurt our allies and the people we love, this life has brought us nothing but pain.”
“Then the two of you were simply too frail for the life of crime. You could have disbanded at any time.” The expression of the tall cat changed to a smug grin.
The sheer lack of understanding amused the yellow bird who held his picture close to his chest. “Then ye understand nothing, you fail to understand that yer puttin' the lives of those that follow ye in jeopardy.-” He scoffed, “-One would think that ye got that when I murrderred that underling of yers on the roof of the museum.” The owl noticed that his words hit home when the fur of the Empress bristled and her claws twitched.
The penguin shook his head, “It only shows that you're a greedy psychopath who fails to not only as a leader, but as a person.” The system informed them that they only had around a minute left.
“You both send literal children to do your biding, your no better than I.” She thought that they'd react with anger and spite, instead they nodded.
“Never claimed ta be better, me wee lassie sufftered because o' what I did ta 'er. I wish that I backed outta this life while I still had the chance-” The ear-like feathers of the yellow bird lowered, “-but I cannae change the past...all I can do is make sure that her future is safer.”
The penguin nodded somberly, “The best we can do is rid the metro of the scum that choked the very life out of all that inhabit it, to make sure that the gang wars stop once and for all.-” He glared back up at the cat,
“-And the easiest way to end this all...is to put an end to us!” Ten, nine, eight...
DJ Grooves shook his head and pulled out his USB stick again... “I'm sorry...Dave, Martin...Marcus...Bowie-” He stifled a sob. ...seven six five...
“Hehe...a fitting end, eh.- “ The Conductor clutched the picture to his chest tightly, tearing up a bit. “...Stay strong Enrique...Hattie...I know you'll handle it.” ...four, three, two...
“..Maemi...” One...
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The three kids stared as the huge mall collapsed in on itself. Windows shattered and support beams snapped, smoke and fire showing through every crevice as the structure simply crumbled to the ground. The cats, owls and penguins scattered, completely forgetting their previous battle as they ran for their lives, all while the kids stood on the roof wide eyed and in total shock at what was transpiring right in front of their eyes.
“NOOO!!!” The ear piercing shriek of the young, purple cat was what snapped both Hattie and Bow out of their shock. Tears formed in their eyes.
“Grandpa!” Bow yelled out wanting to jump to the rubble to see, if by some miracle, the DJ had survived. She was held back by a crying Hattie who could barely even see from the tears, but she couldn't let her friend hurt herself from the huge drop down the roof. “WHY?!” Bow struggled, but stayed put.
The young cat fell onto the shingles on the roof and cried into their paws, repeating the word 'Empress' over and over, like a mantra, in their anguish.
Dave and Enrique joined them after they fought of the other cats and picked up the two girls, not wanting them to stay there any longer. Dave was crying and had Bow pressed tightly to him as he carried her out, while Enrique carried Hattie down the stairs to leave, hiding his tear the best he could
“Stop..we need to help them.” Bow stopped Dave and pointed at the young cat that was bawling now, shaking and in hysterics.
Enrique looked at Hattie who nodded while wiping tears, and he picked up the young cat. The five left the building and headed home. They found two letters on the desk in the meeting room, both came with some money in them.
Hattie picked up the one that had the Conductor's messy, but strangely legible writing while she sat down on a chair, her tears made it hard to read.
To my dear lassie, Hattie,
I'm likely burning with the condemned in hell by the time you read this. I'm not great with heart-felt emotional stuff, but I try my best to explain why I made this tough decision. I'm sorry, I'm sorry that I failed you. I'm sorry that you suffered so much because of me. I sent you into dangerous mission that had a high risk of you dying, that occasionally even resulted in you getting hurt. I was such a goddamn peck neck to you! You deserved someone better, someone loving and caring, not an old, stubborn fool who gave up his own family for his legacy! I used you as a tool to further my own goals, to make sure that the Leowles could continue even after my death without my family being in danger. I WAS A BRAINLESS, MORONIC IDIOT TO NOT UNDERSTAND THAT YOU WERE MY FAMILY TOO!!!
I can't apologize enough, and I know that I can't give you your innocence and childhood back, if you hate me now, I can understand that, peck, I'd hate myself too. I hid some money here for you, get some good education, and follow your dreams, you're one smart lassie. I'm proud of you and I was glad that I got to know you.
Your peck neck of a grandfather, Conductor
Bow opened her letter, her tears staining the paper as she read while she stared at the pretty calligraphy of the DJ.
My beloved darling, Bow,
I know that I likely left you devastated, confused and angry. I'm deeply sorry that I didn't tell you what I planned, but...I just couldn't tell you that this mission would result in my own death. I couldn1't let this go on. The penguins suffered because of my leadership, if I wanted them to or not. None of them deserved the pain they got and the same goes for you. I sent you into danger, never quite realizing just how horrible it was what I was doing, even if you performed admirably every time. This is the last time I'll be the cause of pain for you and my penguins, call it cowardly, but it was the only way I saw to end this misery for everyone. My death will cause the Penguiads to disband and no more of them will die because of the gang wars.
I wish I had given you the childhood you deserved, filled with lots of love and care, and all the toys you ever wanted. I loved you like my own granddaughter, Bowie, I hope you know that. I know that I failed you horribly, but I just want you to live a safe and happy life, a life you won't ever find with the Penguiads still around. I left you some money, use it however you please, I'm aware that it isn't much and doesn't make up for the pain I caused you, but I know that you're intelligent and crafty enough to use it wisely. I'm very proud of you and I know that your strong enough to persevere.
Your proud, but foolish grandpa, DJ Grooves
Finally they understood, Hattie and Bow finally understood why they acted so strange the day prior. They felt hopeless, angry, sad and emotionally drained, the same went for Maemi, who was brought to a room in the HQ.
It would take them another few years to understand completely why the two gang leaders decided to give ip their lives, but eventually they both came to one final conclusion.
The life of crime was simply not worth it, it only led to pain and suffering to all tread its dark path.
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It is finally finished, this long fic finally found its end. I thank you all for reblogging, commenting and reading my works, it means a lot to me. Special thanks to @r3d1ke for giving me the names for Nozomi, Toshihiro and Maemi and their continued support of the story. @nasubeenwithcat for her amazing art and support, @majormeilani for her advice on writing DJ Grooves, and last but not least to @the-confuktor for creating this amazing AU and allowing me to write this story for you.
#dead bird metro au#ahit fanfic#ahit dj grooves#ahit conductor#ahit bow kid#ahit hat kid#inspired by an au from#the confuktor
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CHARACTER NAME: loki laufeyson CHARACTER FACECLAIM: tom hughes CHARACTER AGE/DOB (if relevant/they're not old af): november 13th is the date he has latched onto, tends to keep it vague when people ask how old he is bc duh CHARACTER PRONOUNS/GENDER IDENTITY/SEXUALITY ETC: any and all pronouns, genderfluid, bisexual/romantic/polyam CHARACTER FANDOM (if relevant): marvel comics adjacent is the best way to describe this flavour ig???? OC OR CANON: canon,, ??? CHARACTER TYPE (for example: werewolf, shadowhunter, warlock, demon etc): to most, he just appears to be a powerful as fuck witch. very few know the truth that actually, once upon a time, loki was a god. technically he still is, divinity still flows, but he has such little personal attachment to it after abandoning that life many hundreds of years ago. HOW LONG HAVE THEY BEEN IN NEW YORK/WHY ARE THEY THERE ETC: loki has had an apartment in new york for a long ass time but often flicks between his home there and then across multiple different locations in europe definitely nowhere in particular,,, no favourites,, nope,, but he's been pretty solidly in new york for the past few years to the point that he has a regular kind of 'client' base/odd little shop set up kinda vibes. there's also definitely a cat you will regularly find on the premise that will talk shit to you if you're being stupid. IMPORTANT CHARACTER INFORMATION TO NOTE AND SHARE (this could be important headcanons for initial plotting, mini bios etc, supporting docs):
most of loki's actual history and starts in life follow as you would expect for the god. tales of mischief, but with a dash more marvel inspired stuff just for ease and flavour and That Angst. so yes, loki was a stolen child of jotunheim, a fact entirely unknown to him for many years of his long eternal life. it isn't until one day when his brother and friends go to jotunheim that he begins to uncover the secret.
the magical enchantments odin had put upon loki as a baby and further solidified through life, slowly begin to come undone. loki is scared, because of course he is. all this strange power and magic coming to life in him that he has no idea what to do with. but more than anything, he is angry. which results in some… slight more chaotic years that veer on the side of outright dangerous and cruel and vicious. all things that led to his imprisonment and chaining. torture and suffering. a seemingly endless life of pain stretched out before him.
when freedom finally comes, loki plays nice. for a brief time, he mostly behaves. but it is only to calm those eyes on him. because the moment they look away, loki leaves. abandons asgard, all of it. and that is how he ends up returning to earth, a place he had spent plentiful time on before, and now wanted to come to know again.
a talented liar and shapeshifter, it isn't hard for loki to hide on earth. to recover and eventually, begin to rebuild. the god of mischief falls out of stories. the lost god to never return. and of course, they never tell his true story anyway. but as the time ticks on and on, he slowly loses the heart to care for asgard nor the 'life' he left behind. life on earth becomes more than he ever could have accounted for.
and eventually, the witches stop being hunted. eventually, loki finds the right circle to exist among. loki the god, becomes loki the witch. a strange, chaotic kind of energy. absolutely one that you have to watch your tongue around for all the ways he likes to toy and play, tricking unfortunates. but if you are true of heart, a magic user with intent that… well, it doesn't have to be 'good', it just can't be evil in that specific way that triggers loki's wrath. if you have these things, then you have a pretty talented witch on your side, willing to do all sorts of favours.
as a certain favoured magic user came to find out… but tragically, even having an old god on your side isn't always enough to battle with fate. and so admittedly, for a good while in more 'recent' history, after loki had dared to imagine a life for himself with someone he'd grown deeply attached to and fond of, to the point of even sharing his true history only to lose it all, he had become… colder. angry in a way he hadn't been in hundreds of hundreds of years. the kind of anger that perhaps leads to siding with some types he otherwise would only lightly associate.
which all leads loki to the here and now. very few people alive now actually know the truth of loki's origins (edgar, returned to life, is the main one of these people). to most, he would just seem a strange kind of powerful magic user. some of the older types of magic users and such, the ones who have also been around a fair while, may have come across him before. but even so, with loki's shapeshifting abilities, they have no always recognise by face alone. but his magic has always had a distinct flavour and feel.
so now, he's primarily located in new york city. the centre of so much chaos and boom in recent years. how could he resist being right in the centre of it? THREE AESTHETICS THAT REMIND YOU OF YOUR CHARACTER: the feel of walking in a crowd and suddenly looking up as though someone familiar were looking at you. the sudden vibrance of blue when an iceberg flips. the comfort of a kind smile before the strike of a dagger.
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A Bucket of Blood (summary and review)
A creature is a creature or an artist. (SPOILERS)
We start out in a cafe for artists and beatniks, an obnoxious poet spouting out words, he's an asshole and that's made fairly clear fairly quickly. Our main character is a busser who idolizes these artists our asshole poet included. (There's also a fed but wtv he's sort just there for now.)
Walter (busser) is clearly "different" a little awkward, a little off, maybe autistic. He's the butt of the joke and an easy target for the poet and his boss. One coworker (Carla) looks after him. He aspires to be an artist.
He goes home in hopes of inspiration. Is bombarded by a nosey landlady and starts on dinner. He's sculpting and the sculpture isn't quite right, he gets frustrated, his dinner boils over and a cat is trapped in his wall.
In an attempt to free the cat he unintentionally kills it. In some sort of grief he sculpts the cat. He brings it early to work, and while people don't really believe he made it they tell him its good. They still talk down to him and aren't very kind or patient. His boss agrees to display it.
Asshole poet (Maxwell) takes the chance to give a monologue about Walter's art and now everyone LOVES Walter. Walter gets sent home. Before he can go home he gets VERY aggressively hit on by a regular. She refuses to let Walter leave empty handed and gives him DRUGS! WHILE A FED WAS WATCHING!
Fed follows Walter home and (accidentally) pays for it. (ALSO the fed licks up a little bit of HEROIN.) Nosy ass landlady can't mind her business. At all. And after all the cat business Walter has been affirmed in his sculpting skills and, well, sculpts a fed.
Boss man (Leonard) breaks the cat and finds out its got fur...they put out a missing persons notice on the fed. Leonard allows Walter to sit with customers and is acting strangely nice to Walter. He's told that the cat sculpture sold for quite a bit of money and is now antagonizing Walter about the next thing he'll sculpt. And when Walter says he sculpted a fed, Leonard gets nervous.
The cat didn't actually sell and now some dude is actually trying to buy it while Leonard is trying to call the cops to report his suspicion about Walter's art. Rich guy had enough money to convince Leonard to not snitch on Walter.
Carla is going to see Walter's art and Leonard gets scared and comes with her. Leonard nearly passes out at the sight of the sculpture. He says Walter can't display it out of panic and Carla says he should build up a collection and Leonard agrees thinking that it'd take YEARS for Walter to sculpt enough to display. He says he should do free form and not do realism since Walter's realism is so grim. Leonard gives Walter 50 bucks and sorta fires him.
Police start kicking around the cafe. Walter comes in in some artist get-up. And starts behaving a little...shitty. Maxwell decides to hang out with Walter and some woman who think she's all that comes and sits there and is shitty to Walter. She brags about being a model and asks Walter to "do her". She gets shittier with him and he says he doesn't like her and she starts bumming the mood.
Walter follows her home (yikes) so he can sculpt her. She agrees as long as he pays her fee. Walter puts her up in a chair and says he'll pose her. He has her naked except a scarf.
Walter wants to show Maxwell what he sculpted last night and everyone loves it again. Maxwell decides to host a party at the cafe for Walter. Leonard warns against getting drunk essentially telling Walter he knows how he sculpts.
At the end of his party Walter is stumbling home drunk realizing he's gotta sculpt again if he wants the attention and starts to look for a new "model". The next morning he brings by a sculpted head separate from the body, a news boy in the background says there's been a murder at the furniture factory.
Leonard shrinks away from the head and semi-confronts Walter. Walter however is too literal and does not realize this is what is happening. He does not know Leonard knows. Leonard says never mind all that let's do your show as soon as possible.
Walter asks Carla to walk with him to the show because he's got something to tell her. He asks her to marry him. She turns him down. Walter gets REALLY upset and asks to sculpt her.
During the show, Carla touches a sculpture and notices it has flesh and bone and fingernails, a person is buried beneath the clay. She tries to leave and Walter intercepts her. She tells him there's a body in the statue and he says he put it there. He says he'll do the same for her. She runs and he chases her.
The clay is getting a little too warm and people start to notice. Everyone knows now. People chase him chasing Carla and call the police. Walter starts hearing the voices of the people he killed.
Carla is no longer being chased but Walter still is. Walter ends up back at home and thinks maybe he should sculpt himself. They find him hanging in his apartment. The end.
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CW: ANIMAL DEATH, SUICIDE, MURDER, SLIGHT NUDITY
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Okay so, I have watched this multiple times. Maybe about 3. It's black and white, free on youtube and about an hour long. It is not very scary despite the topic being dark. There is very little gore, and it being in black and white makes that easier for some.
I think Carla is probably the only genuinely good person in the movie. Leonard is a coward too easily persuaded by money. Walter was bullied and desperate for attention but that is not how you get attention.
I think having the feds investigate drugs as a side plot is funny because it only acts as a way to make the police present and the suspense (I imagine this would be suspenseful in the 50s) greater.
Personally, the idea is interesting, I could not have predicted most of this and that is the reason I come back to it occasionally. Its not particularly good or entertaining but it is great background noise if you've watched it before.
Not bad but not great I guess is all I've got to say. Fairly middle of the road. 2 or 3 stars out of 5 sort of movie. No strong opinions but don't mind seeing it again.
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11/16-17/2023
thursday-friday
crazy how many airplanes i hear. entry will be short i feel like.
it's all stuff happening for formula one i think. lots of private jets supposedly. still not enough traffic here to fill these seats though, and tonight a part of the track destroyed a guy's car because it wasn't built correctly. literally not the driver's fault at all. insane stuff, a psychotic waste of money.
anyways i think i'm starting to start to feel better, but i did learn today that my cat is probably going to die soon. really sad about that. i haven't seen him in a while. he's had 12 years on earth, that makes me think he has wanted to live, to be here that long. whatever wanting means to a cat. recently my friend pulled this cat out of his car, he stuck himself to the bottom, near the engine, he was really scared he'd have to kill the animal, just drive away, but he managed to pull him out of the car. last night, i was looking at old videos of my cat, the day before finding out. strange things happening about cats lately. i am going to miss my cat. i've been missing him. our other cat died this year too. she lasted a good amount of time. but not a long time. she was adopted, she came to us ill, and we made her healthy, but she i guess quickly got unhealthy again, she overate a lot. so she was big, and maybe that made her live less than she could have. i was the one feeding them. whenever she wanted food i gave it to her. maybe i shouldn't have. when she came to us she was too skinny, she also died pretty skinny. but with lots of extra skin. our only cat left then will be this weird stray my stepdad picked up. we know nothing about his past. he is just a strange and well behaved guy, mostly, until he decides to mess with the others. but they won't be around to mess with. or the only other one won't be. it's been a long time since i've seen the cats. maybe i should visit just for my mom. i know this is all making her very upset. i also know that she has pigeons now that she takes care of, maybe they die easier, and maybe that's made her more used to it. i don't know if i hope so or not. mostly, i don't want my cat to really fall ill. he hasn't been eating, he has puked a lot. maybe it's momentary. he is a strangely strong animal. we got him from a family, while my cousin was moving and my mom was helping. this little girl ran up to her, and said: you take him, our dog will hurt him. so my mom did. the cat came to us with a broken tail because, i think probably to make sure a dog didn't kill him, someone shut a door too quickly, clipping his tail. that was in october of 2011, when my mom and i ran away from my stepdad for a while. he kept saying: it's the holidays, we have to be family during the holidays. i guess that was when it turned november, towards that time, we started living with my grandma. the cat was okay in that environment, her cats were funny but not too much. i think. or was that a second time we ran away for a while. it's funny how homeschool is really what enabled my mom to do that. since it was via computer, she could easily uproot me, and i didn't mind because i wanted to run away from him too. but we couldn't, for long. i think i inherited my mom's inability to work. it's something in my brain, her's too. there's no way to afford to take him to the vet. my stepdad lives off early(ish) retirement + money made off being a crossing guard during the school year. he doesn't even do photography stuff anymore i feel like. he has dreams of producing a book of photos of bighorn sheep to sell in giftshops. i guess i hope it happens.
i don't want to get into why we wanted to escape, but it's not like he beat us. it just made us feel less alive to be around him. that's how i felt i guess. i can't speak for my mother. my cat was something we couldn't get with him around, and since we got him while they split, he had to come back with us, it was conditional like that. stepdad of course says yes because he is desperate to not be alone. the cat got on well with the dogs when he got big enough. our cat is like a fragment of freedom from that time, i guess. for her, she is still not free. i am. it doesn't mean he means less, honestly i never thought about him like this, it's just true that he is. i wonder if it's more painful for her. in a lot of ways, she only said he was mine, to help me learn responsibility and stuff. i think it helped. in a lot of ways, he was her cat because he stayed with her a lot more, he slept in her bed usually, he would come to me though. i miss that. any time an animal was nice to me like that it really meant a lot. it still does.
i will miss you cruikschanks, when you do go (my mom named him (another reason he is in some ways her cat), that is how you spell it).
anyway i finished the main riff in that new tiny song, and started a new one. i think maybe there are either 1-2 more tiny songs needed by this album, and then i can just, focus, i guess. i want the last 1-2 to really be 20-30 seconds at most each.
but it's hard to focus right now, because of all this stupid shit in my head. i just want to void out, i guess.
listening to jenny piccolo, the discog comp, studying riffs kind of, or at least thinking i am. i just like hearing music that's like this.
anyway,
byebye!!!!!!!!!!!!
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"I remember it made it really hard to breathe properly on my worst days I could barely make it across my room before needing to sit down or I would either get dizzy and fall over or trip a lot if I managed to catch myself...and I got cold very easily so I always had to have my haori on...and getting to excited or scared or moving around to much or to fast made my heart hurt and made it harder to breath properly...and not being able to breathe properly led to coughing fits...I remember my previous doctor mentioning after a while that it was also what was making my vision go blurry...and the heaviest thing I could pick up without straining myself was a larger than average size blanket" *he explained what he remembered experiencing and being told. As far as he was concerned that more or less meant he was basically as weak and helpless as a newborn kitten* "Even though I'm a demon now and it cannot kill me and I can do far more than I used to whatever it is still effects me if I push myself to hard..." *he allows you to do so and a small, happy, yet strange and almost cat-like chirping trill escapes him, despite his only partly cooperative curls. He always had like having his hair brushed so the strange little noise did not surprise him especially after finding out that some spiders actually purr like cats when they are happy* "If you would not mind to much I would appreciate it...they tend to get worried when i'm not around but they are well behaved and the raccoons like to help with chores and stuff" *surprisingly there are only a few leaves and wood-chips tangled in his hair but he carefully plucks them out of the water and sets them aside*
*One quiet night you happen to get the feeling that you are being observed from somewhere by someone with a strong sense of curiosity. Rui was perched in the branches of a nearby tree, watching you. He had yet to actually even see the infamous flower hashira even through his spiders and had only heard about her from other demons that had only caught fleeting glimpses, which on one hand was a good thing he supposed but on the other it had gotten him a bit more curious that usual and had been bothering him like an unreachable itch. He was already quite terrified of the insect hashira after the last raid and getting so deep into her territory was unnerving enough, but from what Rui could tell, Kanae actually seemed rather nice.*
She listened around for the demon that she felt nearby. She didn’t notice any malicious intent so she hoped that she’d be able to redeem and save it. She quietly wandered through the forest before vanishing and appearing next to Rui. “Hello there little on. Are you looking for me?” She smiles kindly at the young boy and inspects his appearance. He didn’t look too strong but looks can be deceiving.
#kny rui#kny rp#demon slayer rui#demon slayer rui rp#kny rui rp#demon slayer rp blog#demon slayer rp#🕸responds#rui ayaki lower5#i imagine that whatever it is that rui had was something akin to what tiny tim from the christmas carol had#but also probably either anemia or asthma as well
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Soldier 76 and a reaper with a cat reader, tail, ears, cat vision (see at night, move quietly and hear well) forgive me if there was a similar request, my phone behaves strangely and therefore updates are not shown
You got it
Overwatch with cat s/o
Soldier 76
He's very intrigued by the way you look
He's also very impressed with how well you can see
He jokes that you have built in night vision
He loves being on missions with you because you're great conversation and you're one of the most efficient agents in his eyes
He is very protective over you but he's just worried because he loves it it's not personal I promise
Reaper
You're the only one who can sneak up on him
And it scares the crap out of him
Even though Reaper acts like he hates you it's just an act
You know this because every time you scare him he demands compensation through cuddles
He won't admit it but he loves it when you wrap your tail around his leg when you two are cuddling
Its so fluffy and he loves it
Don't mention any of this to him or else he'll get flustered and might catch fire with how much he's blushing
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Headcanons for SBI Sibling!Parrot Hybrid!Reader
(A/N): ope, went a little overboard with this one (also it’s not proofread, so sorry about any mistakes)
You have wings on your back (the feather pattern depends on what parrot floats your boat)
If you’re a Scarlet Macaw, Blue-and-Yellow Macaw, or Chestnut-Fronted Macaw, then you have black lines on your cheeks and heavy black lines around your eyes (think Hawks from bnha but less pointy)
If you are a Hyacinth Macaw, you have yellow markings around your eyes and mouth
If you’re a cockatiel, you have a killer mohawk/hair that is always very pointy and orange circles on your cheeks (how cute!)
I have a feeling that your hair is incredibly soft
Very sensitive wings
I feel like your teeth would be sharp and your nails would normally be fast-growing, long, and sharp
You tilt your head like impossibly far when you’re confused or trying to hear something better
Like your ear would almost be touching your shoulder
The head movements are very jerky and kinda just happen on their own when you hear something so you would have a lot of neck pain : (
You’re allergic to chocolate : (
I feel like people would underestimate you greatly and think you’re nothing except the ditzy comedic relief
Parrots are actually very intelligent
It bums you out to hear people say things like that behind your back when they think you can’t hear, but you try to not let them get to you
You give the best cuddles and are very affectionate with the people you’re close to (you’re also very cautious of strangers)
You’re also very in tune with the emotions of the people around you
You see someone sad? Head nuzzles and wing hugs
You see someone angry? You deescalate the situation the best you can and make sure they’re ok afterwards
You can dilate and contract your pupils rapidly at will
You may or may not stare at people doing it until they notice you staring or until they get creeped out
You fuck hard with any type of seed, nut, or fruit
When you get excited, it’s literally so cute??
Like you do everything parrots do
Little happy pitter patters with your feet, flutter your wings, your pupils contract and dilate rapidly, you make a ton of mob sounds
You’re easily excitable, hyper, and happy most of the time
It makes everyone happy to see you so excited so they would often go out of their way to get you things that make you happy
“Hey (y/n) I have some extra melon seeds if you want em!”
*Pupils contract and dilate rapidly*
You are loud
Like very loud
And very talkative
Like everyone knows where you are at all times
If you’re quiet and they know you’re around, either something is very wrong or they’re about to get pranked
God forbid you start to scream, your scream is loud enough to deafen someone for a brief amount of time and would leave everyone’s ears ringing for days on end
The mere mention of yours and Tommy's names together in one sentence is enough to give Philza a headache (someone give this poor man a couple of advils and a long vacation)
You two are literal demons when you’re together
Very chaotic relationship
You both like to fuck with people by sneaking up behind them
You would make mob sounds and Tommy would jump them before you two made a break for it
You and Tommy almost got killed by Techno a few times, but in your opinion the look on his face was 100% worth it every time
I feel like you would cart him up and down from the towers he builds
He could relate to being stereotyped as the stupid loud one, so he recognizes right away when you’re sad about it and will try to cheer you up
His main go to is the jukebox
Oh my god if he plays his jukebox around you, you go full send with your dancing
*AGGRESSIVE HEADBANGING*
He would laugh at your awful dancing, but he would join you eventually
Cat and Mellohi go hard
Speaking of music, Wilbur uses you as a walking soundboard
He needs a sound sample? You better prepare for spending most of your day recreating the sound
He needs back up vocals? You spend most of your day listening to his voice and other singers so you could replicate it
You don’t want to disappoint him so you try extra hard to appease his picky music composition
You kinda stress yourself out over it sometimes
When he notices (which he will, he’s very perceptive), he immediately calls it a day and has some sibling bonding time
You both bond over liking to eat strange things
Amazon macaws like to lick clay deposits on riverbanks so you like to have some on you at all times to lick when you get stressed
Wilbur carries some in a bag in his pocket and you carry a bag of sand
Whenever one of you notices the other has a rough day, you give each other your respective stuff
You have to be sneaky with it though, Philza always takes away nonedible stuff from his children if he sees them trying to eat it (he has good intentions tho)
It always looks like a drug deal
With Techno, I feel like he would find you incredibly annoying at first with how loud you are
He would actually start to hate you when you started to sneak up behind him
It got to the point to whenever he would hear your voice he would get irrationally mad and have to leave the house for a few hours
He, like everyone outside your family, would think you were useless and incredibly stupid
That was until he passed Tommy’s room one day and overheard you crying and telling Tommy about your insecurities
He would spend the next few days ignoring you bc he felt bad
He would spend those days contemplating on why he treated you like he did
Coming to the realization that you were likely trying to get closer to him and you were just being yourself, making him feel like the biggest piece of shit
He totally had no idea how to confront you about this, so naturally he went to Philza (that man was literally so happy that his children were gonna start to get along)
He would spend the day gathering golden melons because he found out that you’d never tried golden melons before from Philza
When he approached you one day with an apology and some golden melons, you were suspicious at first
He hated you, so why would he get you these things if he didn’t need anything from you?
Quickly finding that his apology is genuine and he felt incredibly bad for treating you like that over the years
You picked up on his guilt pretty quickly and made quick work to reassure him
He would take you on short trips and would soon find that you’re very useful in detecting mobs and deterring creepers with cat noises
He would never admit it, but he loves it when you would scare Tommy or Wilbur, thinking it’s hilarious
You also found out that carrying a seven and a half foot tall piglin hybrid was incredibly difficult to do, especially when flying
You two managed to get only about ten feet above the ground before your wings gave out under the strain and you fell on him
“(Y/n) has earned the achievement ‘When Pigs Fly’” flashed on everyone’s comm tablets that day
That wasn’t fun trying to explain to Philza
Philza would be ecstatic to have someone to fly with that he didn’t have to carry
He would take you on flights when you had too much energy
Sometimes racing each other and competing to do tricks midair (which sometimes you both rope your brothers into judging)
Late night flights when you need to get your mind off from something
Watching the sunrise together in silence for once
Bonding over being able to see ultraviolet light when everyone else couldn’t
You always give him the shiny things you come across and he gives you your favorite snacks
He always fusses over your wings, sometimes preening them for you
Helping each other through molts
Matches your excitement sometimes when you’re really happy
You feel bad whenever you hear stories of how difficult you were as a baby
He’s quick to reassure you that raising you was worth it and you turned out to be a great person
But he wouldn’t be lying when he said you were a difficult infant
Your terrible twos stage? His literal hell
Philza swears he can still hear ringing from whenever you would throw tantrums as a toddler, even years after you left your toddler age
He also still has some scars from when you went through your biting phase (teething was awful for you, his poor baby)
But he’s happy he was the one that raised you, he genuinely enjoys your presence
If you’re in a really affectionate mood he is more than willing to let you cuddle up to him while he reads a book or something
WING HUGS WING HUGS WING HUGS WIN-
When he’s had a long day and is stressed out, you immediately pick up on that and do everything in your power to make sure your brothers are quiet and behaved, try to find out what made him so stressed, and sometimes go out of your way to take care of it for him
You try to be the one taking care of him for once as much because he’s taken care of you so well throughout the years
He can tell if you’re overwhelmed or upset just with one glance at your ruffled feathers and your rapidly dilating and contracting pupils
Immediately pulling you out of the situation and letting you talk it out
Whenever he finds you sad about your insecurities, he points out every part of your personality that he loves
That’s before he hunts down the person that made you feel like this (he really lives up to his title of ‘The Angel of Death’)
Overall, you wouldn’t trade your family for the world
#sbi x reader#sleepy bois x reader#sleepy bois inc x reader#philza x reader#technoblade x reader#wilbur soot x reader#tommyinnit x reader#mcyt x reader#headcanons
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Hi, my first time here.Helluva Pet! with Blitz, Loona and Stolas (with Stella if you write to her) being the reader's pets, please?
Hello. I really hope that I understood your request correctly. If not, please write about it
Platonic headcanons Pet
😈 Blitzø x Reader 🐴
When you found a cat under your door, you were surprised. But you loved animals and could not leave the poor cat to its fate
You quickly realized that the animal you sheltered was unusual. The cat was very smart and playful. Blitzø, which is exactly what you called, was affectionate, but harmful
It liked to climb into places where you didn't even think it would climb. It tore up toys in the shape of birds, but it loved to look at horses when they were shown on TV
Your life has become much more fun with the advent of Blitzø. It saw when you were sad and tried to cheer you up. It was affectionate, although he could playfully cling to your hand. But you still loved your pet
🐺 Loona x Reader 📱
When one day you found a big dog in your yard, at first you were scared. She looked formidable. But you felt sorry for dog. You brought dog something to eat. The dog still looked at you with disbelief, but allowed you to come closer. On the dog's neck was a collar on which her name was written. The dog's name was Loona
At first, you fed Loona until it began to live with you. You liked dogs, even though Loona had a difficult character. It often took up the entire sofa, could growl at you, but it never tried to bite you
The dog got attached to you, but she didn't really like your friends. Loona could growl at them. Your friends were afraid of your dog. It seemed creepy to them
Even though your dog was creepy, you loved it. Loona was part of your family and you wouldn't have traded it for anyone else
🦉 Stolas x Reader 🎩
When you woke up one night from a knock on the window, you were scared. You found the strength to pull back the curtains and look out the window. An owl was sitting outside the window
You opened the window. The bird has moved to your windowsill. You've never seen an owl so close, so you were curious. The bird behaved as if it was tame, you were even able to pet it. The owl began to fly to you almost every night, which was strange on the one hand, but great on the other
You named the owl Stolas. The bird was very affectionate and adored your touch. Stolas really liked it when you stroke him. You weren't sure that this is how owls usually behave, but Stolas was very clingy
You were not sure that Stolas was your pet. The owl came quite often, but you didn't keep the bird at home. Stolas was free and could fly in and out whenever it wanted, but despite this, it always flew to you and you were always happy with the company of your feathered friend
🦉 Stella x Reader 👑
When you found the wounded owl, you were excited. You didn't want the bird to be hurt, so you carefully brought it into the house. To your surprise, the owl did not resist
You took care of the bird, trying not to make it worse. It wound was not serious, so there were no problems, but you decided to keep the bird with you until it finally recovers
You named the owl Stella. The bird behaved like a real person of royal blood, which seemed even cute. Stella was very picky about food and always looked down on all the guests. You were the only one to whom the bird was condescending
Stella treated you really well. Sometimes you thought that you were her pet. You rejected these thoughts, but one look at Stella let's understand that it was the right thought
#Helluva Boss#Helluva Boss x Reader#Helluva Boss headcanons#Loona#Loona x Reader#Blitzø#Blitzø x Reader#Stolas#Stolas x Reader#Stella#Stella x Reader
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*.• Si vis amari.
II. The Sun.
in which 18 year old gojo satoru is left in charge of 6 year old fushiguro megumi and 8 year old tsumiki fushiguro, with the help of 17 year old nanami suki (oc).
word count: 3280
I. The Moon.
Soft light crept through the curtains, and Suki turned around to protect her sleepy eyes, stretching her whole body as she groaned, legs shaking as she did. She scratched her head, hair falling on her eyes, and the blonde sat up, eyes getting used to the new light of the room before a voice interrupted her awakening.
“Gojo I told you you’d sleep on the floor, get the fu-”.
Kento opened his eyes, hair messy and an angry expression plastered in his face. But his sight found only his twin, instead of the white haired boy.
The blonde was as confused, looking around and finding herself in a room different to the one she had fallen asleep into.
They both got up, Suki opening the windows and Kento making the bed.
“Though you were taking the couch”.
“I did”, she answered, looking through the window, rolling her eyes at the thought of Satoru changing places with her.
The blonde walked to her bedroom, opening the door to a sleeping Fushiguro on her bed, the kid snorting peacefully. She closed the door again, and this time walked to the living room.
It was empty, and so was the kitchen, and Suki felt her stomach sink. Had Gojo simply left them with the kid? It didn’t sound like him, but neither did this whole situation. He was acting very strangely, honestly, maybe…
She shook her head, shaking the thought away, and walking to the kitchen to make breakfast.
“Any idea where Gojo is?”, she asked out loud, making coffee.
“Nope”, her brother replied, rubbing his eyes as he sat at the kitchen table, “But he better be back to get the kid”.
Suki poured two coffees, one with milk and the other black, and sat in front of her brother, as he opened a bag of croissants that rested on the table.
“Can you get the juice from the fridge?”, Kento asked, earning a groan from his twin.
“Could have said before I sat down, couldn’t you Ken?”, she complained, as her hand found the fridge door.
Stuck with a magnet, a note caught her attention: “Call me when u wake up, we have something to pick up. Bring hedgehog kid! -Toru xx”. The girl sighed, throwing the note to her brother’s head as she sat back down with the juice box.
Kento read it and didn’t bother asking, he simply poured two glasses of juice, croissant hanging from his mouth as he did so.
The twins had breakfast in silence, still waking up, throwing glances at each other that they understood like words.
“This is crazy”.
“I mean, it’s Gojo we’re talking about. Of course it’s crazy”.
Kento snorted softly.
“You sure it’s a good idea? You can handle it, Sue?”.
The girl looked away, rolling her eyes in the process, and got up to prepare a cup of chocolate milk, ignoring her brother’s worried glances.
But Kento couldn’t ignore his worry. His sister and himself had been through enough, and the past months had been very rough on Suki. He didn’t want her to put any more pressure on herself, with all the missions they were giving her.
He couldn’t ask her again before Suki had already left the room, opening the door of her bedroom again, and walking to open the blinds slightly.
The sun filled the room with small squares of light, just enough to allow the blonde to locate everything around her.
She crouched next to the bed, gently shaking the kid, calling him softly as he started to open his eyes, covered by his messy raven hair.
“Good morning, Fushiguro… Breakfast is ready, and I’ll run you a bath. We’ll meet up Gojo later”.
The kid rubbed his eyes as he sat up, looking at his surroundings in an initial post-sleep confusion, but soon nodding at her words.
Suki noticed he had one of her old plushies next to him, a fluffy panda whose left ear had been lost to a dog in the park, but she didn’t say anything, simply getting up again and fully opening blinds and windows this time.
She made the bed as the kid left, and closed the door to put on some clothes. She then did her make up (there’s no reason why a strong sorcerer shouldn’t look good, if death is always around the corner anyways), and braided her hair, before heading to the bathroom to prepare the bath for the kid, and brush her teeth.
It wasn’t that different from her usual morning routine, she realised, and it hadn’t even been that much work to get Megumi to get up. He maybe wasn’t the sweetest kid, but he was as well behaved as one could expect.
And, being honest with herself, as he walked in the bathroom with sleepy eyes, and chocolate milk all over his face, Suki didn’t even mind having him around that much.
She put some towels in the towel warmer, left the kid’s clothes in the sink, and exited the bathroom to pick up her car keys, and her phone from the couch, eyes opening wide at her new lockscreen: a selfie Gojo had taken with her sleeping figure that night.
She unlocked it, searching for his name on her contact list, while Kento washed the dishes in the kitchen, the sound of the water making the girl walk to the balcony.
“Oh good morning, Susu”, Satoru greeted her through the phone.
“Morning, Gojo. Fushiguro is taking a bath, once he’s finished and ready we’ll go… What’s all this about? You didn’t stay for breakfast”.
“Yeah, yeah, sorry about that. Needed to do something first thing in the morning”, he simply said, avoiding the main question, “I’ll send you an address, yeah? And we’ll meet there, let's say… in an hour?”.
“Mhm, sounds good to me. Want us to bring something? I’m taking the car”.
“Stop to get something sweet for breakfast… It’s very important- no, crucial, to the plan”.
Suki rolled her eyes, but agreed, and she hung up when the bathroom door opened. She chuckled softly at the kid, wet hair falling on his eyes, and put her phone in her back pocket to grab the towel from his hands.
The kid looked up at her through the wet strands, like a cat who’s been caught by the rain, and Suki threw it over his head, drying his hair gently.
“If you don’t dry your hair well, you'll catch a cold, kid. And it will look weird”.
“I don’t care how it looks… Are we going to get the big baby now?”, the boy said, referring to Satoru, and earning a laugh from Kento.
“Yeah, Gojo wants us to go to an address… Here”, the girl explained, showing the kid the message, “We’ll go in my car and-”.
The kid’s face had changed, and Suki stopped talking, confused. He looked away from her and the phone, his energy switching to a weary one.
Just then, the blonde girl looked back at the text message, clicking on the address. It was a primary school.
“Fushiguro… Do you know why Gojo is sending us to a school?”.
“It’s not my school, I was kicked out…”, even his voice was different, “But, uhm-...”
“It’s my sister’s”.
( . . . )
The white haired boy waited outside, back pressed against the wall of the school’s entrance.
Mothers and older sisters were starting to gather around, waiting for their kids and siblings outside, some of their eyes caught by the handsome boy that stood unbothered under the sun, scrolling down his phone.
He looked up, blue eyes shielded by his round sunglasses meeting a pair of brown ones. The girl blushed, looking away immediately, and Satoru smirked as he looked around, looking for Nanami’s car this time.
A black Citroen C3 took the corner, and Satoru waved at it, signaling Nanami to park in front of where he was.
He put his phone in his pocket, followed by his hands, and he started walking towards the car. But then he felt it, Six Eyes sending him a very clear message right there: Nanami was angry. Very angry.
“Gojo Satoru, how could you do this to us?!”, she yelled, followed by the younger Fushiguro.
Gojo opened his eyes in surprise, knowing exactly what she was doing. They wanted to embarrass him.
“I work TWO jobs just to keep us all going, I offered to help you with YOUR mistress’ kid after SHE left YOU, and you don’t even have the guts to tell me… there’s ANOTHER KID?!”.
All the girls that just minutes before eyed him up and down, now looked at him with disgust, and Gojo felt his cheeks grow redder by second.
“Nanami-san has done so much for us, and you still lied to her, you’re gross!”, Megumi added, pulling up his best distressed kid act.
At the entrance of the school, a teacher waited with the few kids that hadn’t left with their horrified parents already. Behind a tall, blonde boy, a small girl with a dark ponytail looked at Megumi with confusion.
Megumi ran to her, the teacher recognising the problematic child as her brother, and didn’t bother asking who the screaming teenagers were. She had heard about the Fushiguro sibling’s parents, so she wasn’t surprised nor doubted that everything the blonde was yelling was true.
It didn’t seem too strange for Tsumiki’s mother to have had an affair and fled, and it was known by everyone at the school that Megumi’s father had been out of the picture for almost a year now.
She did, however, feel bad about that poor girl. She looked truly hurt, and having to take care of a kid like Fushiguro…
“But Suki I-“, Gojo tried to get her to shut up, eyes apologising with urgency.
“Get in the car Satoru, I can’t even- I can’t even look at you right now. Let’s go kids”.
Megumi and his sister were soon sitting in the back of the car, followed by Suki, and lastly by Gojo.
The younger boy looked at Suki through the mirror, and the girl met his eyes, before they crashed into laughs, much to Gojo’s displeasure.
When they calmed down, and Suki apologised to Gojo with the cinnamon rolls she had bought, Megumi explained the situation to his sister. How their father wasn’t going to come back, and neither was their mother.
Tsumiki was very scared at the beginning, for the both of them, but when the pretty blonde senior pulled up at their apartment, and called Megumi by his name, she felt very relieved.
Megumi never let anyone call him by his first name, as he didn’t like it. Only she herself was allowed, as she didn’t really remember her mother or his father being around that much anyways. But if he let that girl do it too, then she was truly trustworthy.
“Megumi, why didn’t you tell me about Tsumiki, hm?”, she asked, and the little girl felt shy under her intimidating eyes.
“I dunno”, he shrugged a little, inexpressive eyes on hers, “I didn’t think I’d stay with you for too long, she’d have been okay with the neighbours until I got ba-”.
Tsumiki gasped when the blonde girl put her hand on Megumi’s head, messing his hair. But to her surprise, her brother didn’t do anything more than sighing and rolling his eyes, starting to walk towards the building, followed by the girl.
She looked at them with big eyes, then up at the white haired boy, who gave her a big smile.
“Did you know Toji?”, the little girl asked him, as they too started walking.
“Mhm. Before he decided to leave forever, he asked me to keep an eye on ‘Gumi. You know, ‘cause he can be kiiiinda problematic sometimes”.
The little girl laughed, nodding shyly, and the boy’s smile grew. At least this one liked him.
They walked to the apartment door, slightly open as Megumi was inside, while Suki stood in front of the door next to it, talking to an old woman.
She bent down, hands pressed together, as she thanked the lady who looked at her with a sweet, warm smile.
“Thank you so much for taking care of them these past months, Hosho-san. My husband and I will take on from here... We found out a few days ago about what happened to Fushiguro-san and his wife… and we came all the way from Kioto just yesterday. I hope they haven’t been too much work, and my husband is more than willing to help with any economic matter that they can have caused to your family”.
Gojo smirked at her words. Suki’s ability to create stories to get them out of trouble had been saving their asses for years now, and it never stopped amazing him. Plus, pretending that Fushiguro senior was a family friend, and they were a young marriage taking the kids, was the perfect story to keep away anyone suspicious of them.
“Oh, no, no, dear. They’re wonderful, please don’t worry about anything. It’s more than enough to know that someone will be taking proper care of them from now on”.
Suki nodded and gave the old woman a smile, before Gojo wrapped his arm around her, chin resting on top of her head.
“Megumi is already picking up his things, baby. Why don’t you go help him and Tsumiki while I thank Hosho-san here?”.
He also gave the lady a smile, a charming, sweet one, and the woman blushed softly with a chuckle. Suki smiled, rolling her eyes as she walked in, leaving the white haired boy to continue adding to their story so she could help the kids without any other neighbour coming around.
Tsumiki was sitting in the living room, a yellow bag with white flowers already prepared on the floor. It didn’t take too much for anyone to realise Megumi had prepared it for her, as he walked in first and was still starting his.
The blonde girl sighed softly, sitting on the couch next to the little girl, who put her hands on her own lap, holding them together to hide the way they were slightly shaking.
Suki wasn’t sure about Megumi’s plan, using his first name so Tsumiki would see her as someone of trust, but at least they had found her.
“Tsumiki-”.
“Thank you for taking us in, Nanami-san!”, the little girl almost yelled, head down.
Nanami looked at her with soft eyes, a little smile plastered on her face as she nodded.
“Would you like me to braid your hair like mine, while we wait? I think it’d look good on you, Tsumiki”.
Her hair was almost matted, knots making it impossible to even try to brush it. The little girl sobbed when the scissors started snapping, balls of blonde hair falling at her feet.
The also young boy sighed deeply as he continued to cut his sister's hair, both of them eight by the time.
“It’ll grow again, healthier”.
“I look like a boy!”, the little girl sobbed harder.
Her brother sighed, holding her in his arms, and shook his head.
“When it grows again, I’ll learn how to braid it okay? I promise. You won’t need mom to do it. I will do it”.
The little girl sniffed softly, rubbing her eyes with her little shaky hands, but nodded.
“Thank you, Ken”.
The little girl looked up at her with bright eyes, nodding her head fast and excitedly, and Suki signaled her to go get a hair brush and a ribbon, which the little girl ran to do.
Her hair was lighter than Megumi’s, not exactly black, but a dark shade of brown, very straight and shiny. She was too young to have any heat damage, and Suki brushed it carefully, as the younger girl looked at their reflection on the TV while sitting as still as she could.
From Megumi’s bedroom, Gojo stood against the door frame, moving his eyes from the kid to the girls. Suki had managed to calm down the little girl immediately, and she had gotten Megumi to collaborate with her all day.
She had a weird talent he didn’t have. He could make Tsumiki laugh, and could get Megumi to follow him, but he couldn’t get them to relax, to trust like Nanami had in a night and barely an hour.
Satoru opened his mouth to speak, just in time for Suki’s phone to start ringing. On top of the screen, a name popped up: Kitamura Nagisa.
Suki finished tying the ribbon to the little girl’s braid, and just then realised she had forgotten her plans for the day, a wave of anxiety hitting her like a truck.
“Your phone’s ringing, Suk- Oh”, Gojo spoke, watching her sit there, blocked, phone in hand, “What are you doing?”.
The blonde girl simply signaled him to shut up, taking a deep breath before picking up.
“Hey, Nanami”, the boy’s voice was raspy, and Suki sighed softly at it, ears turning red just by the sound, “Are you okay? I sent you like twelve messages, are we still meeting for lunch? I’ve been waiting here for fifteen minutes now”.
Suki bit her lip, looking at the kids, both of them ready now as Megumi walked out of the room with his bag.
“I- Uh… I am so sorry, Kitamura, I should have called you but something important came up, and I… I forgot completely”.
The boy chuckled softly, Suki’s embarrassment noticeable in her voice.
“No worries, Nanami… Is everything okay? Anything I can help you with?”.
“Hm… actually just… a family friend passed away!”, she spit out, and in front of her, Gojo raised an eyebrow, not understanding why the Suki was so nervous.
“I’m so sorry for your loss, Nanami, I had no idea”.
Suki sighed. She didn’t want to lie to Nagisa. But she definitely couldn’t tell him the truth.
“Thank you, it’s just… He had two kids, and he didn’t have any more family… So it was either Kento and I , or my parents taking them in…”, she almost whispered the last part, avoiding Satoru’s confused gaze, “So you know, we kind of had to do it. A friend and I are helping them with their stuff right now”.
All she got for a minute was a hum, and silence, her heart beating faster than ever before inside her ribcage.
“Why don’t we have dinner together then, yes? I’ll bring take out, and I’ll help you get everything ready”.
Gojo frowned at his words. He had heard Nanami and Shoko talk about that boy, Kitamura, before. But he didn’t know the blonde girl and him were close like that, to have secrets that he apparently didn’t know.
It’s not like it angered him, or anything, he’d explain, it just annoyed him that Suki hadn’t told him. Yeah, that was it, and that’s that.
“You don’t mind? Kento will be home…”.
“And so will I! Is it a problem, Kitamura, huh?”, Satoru’s voice rose over Suki’s, getting a death glare from the girl.
“Not a problem at all. Any friend of Nanami is of mine”, the boy replied, and one could feel the smirk in his voice, “See you tonight then, Suki. You too, dude”.
And with that, Nagisa hung up, leaving a cold ambience in the room between Suki and Satoru, that made even the kids shiver.
n/a: i did say slowburn and i intend on keeping my word thank u v much SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG ON UPDATING :( the ending was shit but im SO TIRED forgive me ily <3
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Breaking news: local artist finally finishes another fic he started and actually tried his best ( also breaking news: i actually write fics, i just dont finish many of them :') )
Anyways here is a little thing i wrote ( quite badly but i tried ) about the Idea of "Dream is small but he still get to keep his memories"
Its so hard to edit the story on Tumblr mobile what ;-;-
Btw i forgot mostly of what happened in OSD so It might be a little strange sorry-
Anyways, OSD belongs to @calcium-cat
Pain, thats all Dream felt for a moment, he twisted and shifted, trying to make the pain go away, even If It was for a while, It was also really dark too, he has no Idea what Night made him drink, but he doesnt feel good.
He felt panic as he noticed his conscience slipping away, as he panicked around, he felt a huge pain going through his entire body as he fainted.
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After moments, he woke up again, as he slowly got up, he kept hissing at the pain that still jolted through his entire body:
-"Ugh, this sucks" thought the little guardian, "I wonder what Night gave me", as he thought, he opened his eyes slowly and blinked a few times before brushing his hands on his face to try and stir himself more awake, but he swears his hands felt...different.
As he opened his eyes, he took a glimpse at his hands, his tiny gloved hands looked smaller than usual, he turned around slowly to find his oversized clothes laying around him, and the clothes he was wearing weirdly looked like the clothes he wore when he was younger, as the realization crept in, Dream slowly realized what just happened, as panic began to grow inside him, he nervously touched his own hand and face while searching for a mirror.
It didnt take long before he found a small, partially broken mirror laying around the room he was in:
-"...It's becoming increasily obvious...I can deny It no longer…"
And, with a tired and defeated breath, Dream spurted out:
-"I am small"
Dream sat back while crossing his arms, how on earth would he even survive here with this size? he needed to come up with a solution fast, before anyone dangerous come-
*click*
Dream's eyes widen at the sound of the door being opened, as he panicked inside, he quickly jumped somewhere to hide, and for now, he needed to be careful to not be spotted.
-"Ugh, now to see how Dream is-"
Night paused, looking at the clothes laying around, It was silent, too silent, he walked over and grabbed a fistfull of Dream's present cape as he began searching for any trace of Dream, but his expression slowly began changing from a calm and neutral face to a worried and panicked one, he moved on from the clothes and began to search around the room, Dream cant be dead right? It was only a magic repressor he gave him after all.
Dream quietly watched from afar, and with a determined face, began to crept closer to Nightmare, ready to jump out and hopefully succeed to escape, a moment passed before Night got a surprise attack from a screaming skeleton toddler, he climbed Night in a rush while he was trying to get Dream out with force, and eventually, the guardian was caught by one of Nightmare's tentacles, as the cyan eye began analizing him, Dream tried to angrily break out of the tentacle's grasp, constantly trying to bite and punch It, It was quickly getting tiring.
Night watched the toddler scream and struggle silently, his face with an serious expression, Dream quickly looked at him angrily and tiredly as he spoke out:
-"Night...I will..ugh...I will break free, let...let me go"
Night listened silently and looked to the side like he was thinking, and with a wide grin, Night answered Dream's request:
-"...no"
Dream gave a tired sigh at the response as the silence between them remained, well, until a particular oreo came in the room in a rush:
-"Night are you ok? I heard screaming-"
Cross paused and stared at the scene, Night holding a toddler that looked like Dream on his tentacles and the toddler looking defeated and tired, It also looked so dirty too, Cross looked at Night silently and confused, Night sighed as he started:
-"Cross, believe It or not, this is Dream...yeah, i know its confusing, and i dont exactly know what happened to him, but trust me, its him"
The toddler tiredly looked up at the ex-royal guard, and shot him a tired but "ready-to-attack" glare, he knew he couldnt actually do much, but he could at least try.
Cross quickly spoke up:
-"...ok? Soooo you have no Idea what happened to him and he is just a toddler now", Night nodded calmly as the toddler looked seriously to the side, at this point, Dream just wanted to sleep, or at least take a nap, and the tentacle had a really tight grip so struggling was quite Impossible.
Night glared at Dream and gently approached him with a wide grin on his face, as Dream looked at him motherfuckerly:
-"awwww, the little kid right here wants to take a nap?" Said Night mockingly.
"No, i dont, let me go Night" spat Dream rudely.
"Not happening little pal, you're staying here until i decide what to do with you" grinned Night maliciously
Dream stayed silent at Night's response, but still kept glaring angrily at Night.
-"anyways, perhaps we should introduce our new pal here to the rest of the team since It might take a while for us to decide what to do, shall we?"
-"yeah, sure"
As Night walked towards the door, Dream looked at Cross with such a serious look that surprised Cross a little, he didnt expect the toddler to suddenly look at him while he follows Night, Cross glared at Dream back, but this only seemed to make Dream look offended, they both kept "fighting" with shooting each other daring and sometimes offensive looks.
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-"stop hitting me!"
Cross was having a hard time with bathing Dream, it seems that the little guy wouldnt give up so soon, It would be a miracle If he even behaved a little, but everytime Cross tried, Dream kept hitting him as hard as he can, and he also seemed very panicked whenever Cross succesfully held him, and then resorted to squirming and throwing water at him, honestly, Cross just wishes this would end soon.
-"I will not stop fighting!, leave me alone at once foul wench!"
Cross looked at him silently as Dream looked back with equal seriousness, they both stayed in silence until Cross handed him the soap and the sponge, as Cross tiredly got up to leave, Dream whispered at him silently:
-"......thank you"
Cross looked back at him with a questioning look, as Dream seemed to ignore the glare, he silently looked away as he left the bathroom, but not before whispering back:
-"......yeah...no problem"
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Cross was eating his dinner happily, well, until Night requested him to call Dream for dinner, since he didnt come down from his room for a while, Cross lazily walked towards the room Dream was given, and then knocked on the door a few times:
-"Dream? You there buddy? Come eat dinner, hope you like soup"
The bedroom stayed silent, Cross knocked a few more times:
-"ok buddy listen, im not joking, Night is telling me to come and get you to get down for dinner"
A faint shuffling was heard from inside the bedroom, Cross waited a while before deciding to turn around the doorknob and opening the door.
All he saw was a little toddler cuddling to the blanket It was given, It looked rather happy and comfy there, but It quickly opened his eyes to stare at Cross, and in turn, shift to sit on the comfy bed he was on:
-"ah, you have returned, welcome back" greeted Dream tiredly.
Cross stared at him confused, why would he even greet him after all of the chaos that happened today, perhaps he was so tired that he gave up on the thought of attacking him? Well, If thats the case, then at least he wont have to deal with a angry Dream.
Cross approached Dream slowly and quite cautiously, as Dream looked at him boredly, the blanket he was holding was quite fluffy though.
-"um, ok so, Night told me to get you to come down for dinner, now answer me, do you like soup?"
-"...hmmmm yeah sure, soup is nice"
-"uh right"
The silence was quite awkward, Dream seemed like he calmed down, but there was still a bit of cautiousness in him, seems like they werent getting his trust so soon.
-"...so, will you come down?"
Dream looks down, thinking carefully and silently before a grumbling sound coming from his stomach (???) broke the silence, Dream got spooked by the sudden sound and made a scared squeak because of It.
As Dream took some time to calm down from the sudden spook, he slowly stared at Cross:
-"...fine, I'll come down"
-"good, follow me, or dont, its your choice"
As Cross made his way to the door, Dream quickly got down from the bed and let go of the blanket he was holding at the entire conversation, following after Cross silently.
#toddler Dream#OSD#Nightmare sans#Cross sans#haha tiny bastard man is even more tiny#btw i wrote this as i am watching a deltarune chapter 2 stream and i decided to try and write something#keyword - tried#tumblr mobile kinda sucks to edit but eh#writing#my writing
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