#kitty writes things

[mischievous-thunder]

Oh no! The Honey Badger doesn't like Wade talking like that about other people

[cookiedough77]

hey so, more peacock!adrien au uhm

oh you want the rest of the conversation? oh here you go, read under the cut!

(sorry if the writing isnt my best, lowkey rushed it)

Adrien's face flushes, and he holds the bouquet closer. "I'm not dressed."

Luka waves a hand dismissively. "Ohhh, don't worry about that, you're handsome even just in plain old pajamas." He leans in closer, a smile widening across his face.

Adrien crooks a brow. "Well I can't get up to dance, so..." He trails off.

"Thennn, it's just a party! Not everyone dances at a dance, we can just hang out here." Luka pulled up his other leg up on the bed, sitting crisscrossed.

If Father had seen it, he would be angry about shoes being on the bed. But Adrien has always liked Luka for the very reasons Father wouldn’t like Luka. Of course there were other things, but this just made Adrien like him more.

Plus, Luka's shoes were nice. Actually, seeing Luka in a suit is nice, he looks great.

A giddy smile comes across Adrien's face. "Does that mean snacks? Parties always have snacks."

"Oh- I did plan on that- Too worried about getting the bouquet on time. I can go get some real quick if you want?"

Adrien giggles. "Not yet, I still want you here." He looks down at the bouquet crinkling in his hands. "You did all this for me?"

Luka shifts closer, pointing to the flowers in the wrapping paper. "I knew you liked roses, and I know you like orange, so, orange roses."

"There's red roses too." Adrien smirks, shifting the bouquet to show Luka.

"Well." Luka clicks his tongue. "You like romantic too, needed classic red roses."

Adrien just smiles, staring down at the flowers.

Luka continues, "When's your birthday?"

"What?"

"When's your birthday? I can do more then. You haven't had a birthday come up yet, aaannnddd I know it's gotta be some time."

Adrien rolls his eyes. "October 13th."

Luka nods, taking in the information. "You've never had a proper birthday party, right? That's why the bubbler happened?"

Adrien pursed his lips. "Yeah, Nino was upset Father said no."

"That was before you were Indigo. What did akuma attacks feel like then?" Luka tilts his head.

"Life felt... Normal then. I was just glad my Father got me an actual gift, not some lousy pen for the 3rd year in a row." Adrien lets out a huff of amusement. "It was one of the times I thought Father cared."

"I'll get you a gift."

Adrien's face felt flush, he tried to conjure up a proper smile, playing it off as cockiness. "You already got me a gift."

"I'll get you more, birthdays are usually filled with them."

"That sounds... nice." He breathes a sigh of endearment.

Adrien ghosts his fingers over the flower petals. They feel soft, and he rubs one of the petals in between the pads of his fingers. He'd apply more pressure if he could, but that would rip the petal, and Luka got these for him as a gift.

His face drops, because he loves gifts, Luka loves giving him gifts.

He can't let Luka continue doing this for him.

He's not going to make it to his next birthday.

"Adrien? What is it?" Adrien blinks, looking up at Lukas concerned face.

"Luka I..." He glances back down at the bouquet. "We can't pretend this will last forever."

Luka is quiet for a moment. His face softens. "You deserve to be happy."

"And you dont?"

Silence again. The soft sound of Adrien touching the single petal back and forth in his fingers fills his ears. 

He shouldn't have said that. They have talked about this before, many times, but tonight wasn't a time for that. Luka was trying to do something sweet, he didn't need a reminder their relationship is on the clock. 

Adrien doesn't want to be reminded of that either. He's just reminded of it every time he coughs, every time he even attempts to stand, to get up.

Adrien exhales. "I’m sorry, you were doing something nice and I ruined it."

"No no, It’s ok." Luka stares down at his lap. "I just meant... We deserve to be happy, even if it's not permanent."

"That doesn't bother you?"

Luka swallowed. "Just... Don't worry about it."

A petal rips, and Adrien bites his lip. Luka doesn't need this, he doesn't need a doomed relationship, he doesn't need someone who will let him get hurt.

But he also wants to indulge Luka.

He knows he's close to the end, he knows any day, hell any moment, it'll be over. He can't get out of bed without wobbling, he feels weak, he can feel his body wanting to give up.

"How about those snacks, huh?" Adrien swiftly says, changing the conversation.

Luka blinks and drops his feet to the floor, still facing Adrien. "Uh, yeah, I can do that." He leans forward, pushing adriens bangs out of the way and kisses his forehead. 

He then backs off the bed, smiling now. "I'll be back, I know what you like." He starts walking backwards, like he wants to keep looking at Adrien, and it makes Adrien smile.

"Plagg, claws out." With an electric green light, Kitty Khaos finally turns around and climbs outside the window.

Adrien sighs, and closes his eyes, crossing his arms over his knees and pressing his forehead into them. 

[chloelovesu]

[save-the-villainous-cat]

villain has never had anyone to take care of them, they’ve always been self sufficient. they don’t know how to react when hero takes care of them and treats them well

sorry if this is too specific, love your writing!

"So—" the hero pushed the glasses they only wore when cursed with desk duty up the bridge of their nose "—according to our analysts...those guys are actually quite lovely, did you know I was supposed to stay in the IT apartment before I got transferred?”

The hero looked up from the file they were reading. Big doe eyes. Perfect hair.

“I did not know that, no,” the villain answered. It was strange to see the hero in office attire and not the suit. They didn’t look bad per se and the villain couldn’t tell if they preferred the suit, but it was definitely very different. The hero seemed like usual. More tired, maybe. They definitely smelled better, now that they weren't sweating their ass off in a tight suit.

The villain guessed no matter the kid of work, the hero always tried to give it their best shot.

"Well, that was until they realised they could actually send me on missions. Being good at fighting and all - they were surprised I wasn't on any sports team in high school." The hero gave one of their sweet smiles, as if they were cheering up a child they had just saved. "Not really my thing. Running around, teamwork. It's exhausting, but I decided it would be best to..."

The villain looked down at the handcuffs around their wrists, then back at the hero.

"According to your analysts…?"

The hero's eyes widened, embarrassed.

"Oh, right. According to our analysts, you have committed thrice as many crimes as usual in the last month." They took off their glasses. "…is there any particular reason for that?"

The villain stared at them.

In this city, the hero was the sun and everyone else was just orbiting around them. Whether the others were big planet-like politicians or little asteroid-like citizens. The hero was the centre of everything, either admired or hated, criticised or followed obediently.

The villain’s original hatred for the hero was barely alive anymore. Years ago when they had met each other, they had somehow gotten along quite well. What could be considered a friendship had ended badly with broken bones and blood pooling out of each other's mouths, though.

It wasn't an easy relationship, if something like that even existed.

But now, the villain simply didn’t care that much about the hero as a concept.

"Dunno." The villain took in a deep breath. The lack of sleep was slowly getting to them. Their eyes burnt and they craved coffee, but honestly, it was somewhat better to be here in the hero's office than at home.

Home wasn't home anymore. Not really, not fully.

It stung to go through their door. Their bed felt hard and uncomfortable. Food didn't taste good. Their apartment was getting dirty.

"I mean, to be fair," the hero leaned back in the office chair, "you are highly skilled and trained. Your stamina is impressive and your creativity and endurance…"

The hero stared at the villain rather intimately.

Suddenly, their gaze turned somber and the villain was greeted with the hero that was ready to break bones again.

"I know you well enough to tell that it isn’t like you to go out and commit random crimes. I mean, what is this? Theft? Assault? Since when do you pick fights and draw unwarranted attention to yourself? You’re being sloppy."

Were they being sloppy? The villain couldn’t tell, they could barely recall this last month.

"What is it?" the hero asked, no, insisted. They leaned over the desk.

The villain’s eyes slowly went back to the hero, but they looked away quickly and focused on the desk decor.

That shining, wonderful hero. So bright. So scary.

"Nothing," the villain said, but their voice was so hoarse that the word barely made it out of their mouth. They cleared their throat. "It’s nothing."

“What is it?” the hero asked again. Their tone hadn’t changed, but it seemed more powerful, more demanding.

The villain felt like if they didn’t answer they’d be cut into pieces. The hero looked persistent, they looked determined. The villain knew what that meant. There wasn't any room for debate. The hero would get their answer eventually, one way or the other.

"My cat died," the villain finally said. To say it out loud was even more surreal than accepting it.

Hell, they had never considered themselves to be a cat person. They hadn’t even planned on getting a pet, but a few years ago, this very sweet and injured cat had run towards them on their way home, meowing and begging sadly in the rain. The villain had stared at that tired little creature, even though they themselves had come back from a fight, limping and bleeding.

They had stared at that drenched animal. Both of them bleeding, both of them soaking in rain water.

Of course, they had taken her home. Of course, they had bathed her, fed her, nursed her.

They looked at their handcuffs and expected the hero to laugh. After all, this was just a cat, right?

Not a family member, not even a pet they’ve had since childhood, not a cat they had found as a kitten.

Just a cat.

A cat that had always slept on their stomach when the villain had returned from an exhaustive fight. A cat that had hunted spiders and flies, a cat that had sat on the windowsill and looked out of the window.

A cat that was a little angel, whenever the beams of sunlight had illuminated her fur.

The villain blinked tears out of their eyes, but they were ready to be scolded by the hero, ready to be made fun of.

"Oh, God. You must be exhausted, then," the hero said. The villain managed to meet their eyes and the hero looked cruelly gentle.

"It's fine," the villain lied. "Just lock me up, get it over with."

"Losing a pet is very different to losing a person. That animal you provide for...you are their entire world, even when they don't show it to you." The hero looked at the papers in front of them. "You are everything to that animal. That pain never really goes away. For a time, it doesn't even ebb."

The villain refused to believe they had gotten that attached to an animal. They had never attached themselves to anyone or anything. Never.

And now, they were here, crying in the hero's office because their cat had died. Hell, that cat didn't even have a name, they had just called her the Cat.

They sniffled, refusing to let the tears drop.

They couldn't go home anymore. It was different, it was so very different now. So quiet, so empty.

The hero pushed a box of tissues to the middle of the table. Softly, they spoke the villain's name.

"...I can tell you are not doing well right now. Please…" The stood up and walked around the table. The villain didn’t process what was happening, didn’t even know what the hero was doing.

However, it did help a little when the hero leaned down and hugged them gently. When they guided the hero’s head to lean against theirs, when their cheeks touched.

"You're upset for a good reason, I understand why you acted the way you did," the hero whispered. They were closer than they had been in years. The hero definitely did smell better. The villain let the tears drop. "Let me hold onto you for a while. I don’t want you to be alone."

Eventually, the villain allowed themselves to let their tears drop and lean against the hero. It was beyond embarrassing, but they couldn’t deny that they really needed this.

[bluerosefox]

Gothamites Never Really Rest

Small warning in this: very light swearing, light mentions of deaths, and tw light touching on the subject of abuse, like very light. But still an fyi.

Danny was used to his main Rogues (Boxy, Ember, Skulker, etc etc, you know those guys) showing up randomly and at odd hours, causing some chaos around town due to their own boredom or just wanting some fun (the more deadly ones were rare to show up and his main Rogues do at least respect him enough to give him the rest of the day off when they sense a ‘big bad’ fight), he fights them, wins, before he send them back to the portal. Then they rinse and repeat this for the next day.

So as he really wasn’t expecting, especially since he had just sent his ghostly quota for the day back to the portal a few hours ago (Boxy of course, and Youngblood (dressed as a Firefighter this time, though the ending for their fight actually ended on a good note. YB had been asking Danny about space, Danny kinda hoped YB will be an Astronaut next time cause that would be fun)), Johnny 13 (and Shadow) to phase into his room as he was heading to bed.

Honestly (he groaned when he realized who it was, dealing with Johnny, Kitty (and Shadow) during a ‘break up’ or ‘lovers spat’ always was a pain) he was expecting Johnny to just start attacking but before Danny could demanded to know what he was doing in his room Johnny hesitatingly asked if they could talk.

Now Danny, talking to his main Rogues, like legit talking was a very rare thing. But it has happened a few times.

With Johnny asking if they could talk, his face nervous but not in a 'I pissed off Kitty and idk where she ran off to again', Danny nodded and agreed.

"Hey, so like I know we all kinda agreed not to go roaming too far from Amity because of the whole government suits guys and bringing unwanted attention to us ghosts in the names of the Super Dorks but is it alright if Kitty and I head across the state for a few days? I promise we'll be back and stay under the radar..."

"What?! Why would you guys need to something like that?!"

"....."

"Johnny, look dude I know Amity can get boring sometimes but-"

"Someone killed Kitty's abusive waste of space father three weeks ago, you know that fucker that killed us in cold blood when he found out Kitty and I were enloping. Yeah him. We felt it, we felt him die and... kid I can tell you how our cores SANG about it when he croaked. Whoever ended him, they did so for us. It was a revenge kill... It felt amazing. Its why you havent seen us too, we... we needed time to process that." Johnny quickly explained and that shut any protest Danny had up, he knew a bit of the story how Johnny and Kitty died, and it was respectful to allow one's fellow ghost to talk about their deaths should they talk of it.

With a melancholy smile and a hand petting a chirping Shadow who sprung up to comfort his other half, Johnny then said "Kitty's been avoiding returning to Gotham for ages since we woke up in the Realms and whenever we found a natural portal back to it. She's always been terrified of running into him and even being a ghost she's still can't. But he's gone now, we felt his life end and he isn't a ghost either! Like legit, if he became a ghost we'd still be able to sense our murderer you know!... Anyways she wants to visits her old haunts and maybe see if we can find some old friends, see how they're doing you know. We won't mess with them or anything, just a small pop in..."

"We... We also kinda wanna find the guy who did it too... We could feel his emotions when he ended Kitty's old man and firstly let me tell you, rage. Like a lot of it. But also we felt his need for justice and... he felt familiar... like someone we knew and he knew us. That's how we know it's a revenge kill. Someone did that for us and well.... Kitty and I wanna thank him you know."

-x-x-

Meanwhile in Gotham about three week prior.

A budding Crime Lord had crossed out the face of a older man from a photograph pinned onto a corkboard, below and connected by red strings was two other papers as well. One held the newspaper clipping of two bodies being found in a ditch with the remains of a busted up motorcycle, a young male and female were reportedly found halfway buried in it. The male was reported to be a trouble maker from Crime Alley, knowen for stealing tires while the female was the daughter of a suspected mob boss.

The other string however, lead to a small, yellowed from age and tiny bit damaged photo of three people. The photo held two older, nearly out of their teens, male and female both looking like rough city street kids. A motorcycle could be seen behind them an it was missing a wheel. The young man with blonde hair was kneeling on the ground, his hands holding onto a tire iron and he looked rather proud, the young female was wearing red and had some dye in her hair and was smiling as she held the camera taking the picture in a selfie as best as she could.

In between the two was a young kid, blue eyes and black hair, a beaming smile on his face as his own hands were on top of a tire wheel. A wheel he had finally learned how to take off in record speed thanks to Johnny teaching him.

Green eyes that shifted for a second to teal stared at the photo for a moment before saying

"Hope you both are resting easily now. Kitty, Johnny."

[mrsjellymunson]

THE BIOLOGY TUTOR

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Pairing: virgin!Eddie Munson x fem!tutor!reader

Series summary: Eddie’s failing class, again, so you decide to offer two different styles of biology tuition, textbook-based and *ahem* practical.

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💗 = fluff ❤️ = mature themes ❤️‍🔥 = smut

Lesson 1: Female Anatomy ❤️❤️‍🔥

Lesson 2: Male Anatomy 💗❤️‍🔥

Extra Credits 01: Communication Skills ❤️❤️‍🔥

Extra Credits 02: French 💗❤️

Independent Study 01: Art ❤️‍🔥

Independent Study 02: Creative Writing ❤️‍🔥

Lesson 3: Human Reproduction ❤️💗❤️‍🔥

Extra Credits 03: Latin 💗❤️‍🔥

Extra Credits 04: Social Studies 💗❤️‍🔥

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[starssoblue]

"the reason adrien is just instantly good at everything he tries is because he is programmed to be that way as a senti" aside from the fact that i don't think that's how it works (and also while he was decent at everything he tried with marinette he wasn't instantly good at all of them, and what marinette actually said to him was that he could improve in anything with practice but it was a great first attempt) did we all collectively forget about how adrien actually canonically isn't the best singer?

[wolfofcelestia]

Thinking about how Kitty Sylus and Dragon Sylus would get along (they wouldn't)

Kitty Sylus would be touching you 24/7, especially when Dragon Sylus is around. He'd keep his tail wrapped around your waist, an arm around your shoulders, or just have his back pressed against yours to make sure you haven't been stolen away

But the moment he looks away or dozes off, Dragon Sylus is there to wrap his tail around your body and rip you away from the weaker cat

His tail's grip is tighter, rougher with his cold rock-hard scales pressing into your skin, unlike the soft fuzzy cat tail that's always tickling you

You feel his possessiveness instantly with every touch, clawed hands tracing your face tenderly, the razor-sharp edges just grazing your cheek to remind you that you are indeed in the claws of a dragon now, not a cute kitty cat

He side-eyes the annoyed cat he stole you from, still seething, the fur on his tail and ears standing on end as he tries to figure out a way to release you from the much stronger version of himself

The cat can't win with brute force like he's used to, but he can make you come to him

With a sigh, he seems to settle down, hairs smoothing over his cat features. But the dragon keeps a cautious eye on him, knowing full-well that he wouldn't give up that easily

And he doesn't. Because the next thing you know, the cat's voice enters your ear from behind. Smooth, warm, and dark, like the countless midnight embraces he's pulled you into time and time again, yet each word drips with an animalistic hunger and a barely contained fire fueled by the need to reclaim his territory and protect his owner

This challenge doesn't escape the dragon's ears. A deep growl rumbles through his chest, almost emanating from the large ruby, vibrating through your own body

The dragon doesn't need to say anything. Animals understand beasts without words. The cat and the dragon are locked in a fierce wordless staring contest, their growls meeting each other's challenge with equal ferocity as both their hands and tails tighten around you

[marclef]

Trauma and Angst for Fake Peppino Friday? it's more likely than you'd think.

(some stuff i drew based on another thing i'm writing..... perhaps i will post it when it's done? idk, we will see 👁👁)

just like all the others... then why.... do i not want to hurt it?

[mischievous-thunder]

The softest and prettiest Angel Baby

[lulusaquariumm]

Thinking about kitty!Uryu who would be all possessive over you after you both meet the new neighbor and her foster puppy hybrid Ichigo who uryuu does not like at all because he thinks that Ichigo is odd for trying to rut on you after getting so excited after meeting such a pretty lady

So uryu has to rub himself all over you and make you his again leaving you covered in little bite marks with on your neck and sides from where Ichigo had touched you>.<

And his only excuse is mumbling something about “having to keep you as only his owner because if you take Ichigo in you won’t pay attention to me” and keeps you pinned down on the bed with his tail wrapped around your waist so u won’t squirm around as much

[chloelovesu]

[wistfullywaiting2]

Atsushi and Pain

wanted to talk about the 55 minutes pain paragraph so here we are

In fiction, there's always been the trend of finding loopholes to prevent fatal injuries from actually being fatal. Characters magically able to live in situations where they definitely should be dead or sometimes even just brought back to life. Bsd unsurprisingly is no exception, from basically the third chapter and onward Atsushi is constantly taking blows that he only manages to live through because of the "healing" aspect of his ability. Even to the point of losing limbs.

Because of this I find often large injuries in fiction are something you easily become desensitized to, which is why this moment the 55 minutes light novel is so notable to me. Usually something like two bullet wounds (the injuries Atsushi has in the scene) seems simple and almost standard. He is shown getting worse injuries all of the time. So to read that casually and then to be hit in the face with four paragraphs on Atsushi's relationship with pain and for it to be described to the audience that pain is not something he has gotten used to but instead a constant agonizing experience that he has learned to endure throughout the span of years gives the scene so much more meaning. To have pain be described as something Atsushi has learned to perceive as integral to his very identity and existence shifted my entire view on Atsushi character and in all honesty I think of "Atsushi hated pain." everytime that he gets hurt in the main manga.

(Also specification of Atsushi negating his wounds not healing or recovering them was actually monumental to me personally)

[coquettepinkribbons]

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[pastafossa]

I love you guys. I hope you know that.

Like.

Ok so I posted the new TRT chapter the other day. Obviously. And I had to force myself to do it, to click that final, 'post' button because at that last moment, this big wave of imposter syndrome hit (that had already hit on and off as I'd started working on the chapter again). And it was just this cycle of, 'It's been like 6 months since you posted a chapter or anything other than a couple one-shots and you're out of practice, I bet it's bad, it's probably terrible, I bet everyone's left and no one cares about this thing you love so why do you? What if no one likes it, you're gonna drop this and everyone's gonna god 'wtf is this, pasta? what happened?'' And so I forced myself to post it, took my meds to ensure I slept, and then kinda just bunkered down and slept/hid because I was halfway convinced that all the trauma in the previous six months had just bopped any ability I had to write.

Instead I got this outpouring, of just like, 'WELCOME BACK' and people telling me they're happy that mom is ok (which made me cry but in a good way) and they're sorry Cato passed away (more tears, but comforted tears), but also delightful jokes about the funny lines I put in or screaming over that romantic line or about missing Jane and the dynamics and comments about being eager for the next chapter, and how now I can be one of those AO3 authors with those notes of 'yeah my life blew up so I was delayed, but hey I'm back!' which... yeah. And much like when I first started TRT, I didn't... really expect that at all, and it's made me really emotional.

So if you've dropped into my ask box or the comments or the replies, seriously, from the bottom of my heart, thank you, because the excitement and love and just you all being the best little fam and continuing on this journey of TRT with me - a journey that has now included both Matt and Jane's journey, and a real life journey through a pandemic, a huge move, a passing of two of my pets, my mom's hospitalization and recovery, some heart issues, the cancellation and resurrection of the show, me meeting Charlie Cox and getting him to hold a red thread, my first wood carving event, etc - and I know I say this a lot, but you all really, really help me keep going when things get hard. I'd write TRT for nothing, I would, because I love this story and I intend to see it through, but ya'll just... I love you all tons. I'm hoping to get through the asks and fic comments and replies in the next few days, but I just wanted you guys to know that.

[mrsjellymunson]

KNOCK AT THE CABIN

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Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Series Summary: After the events of the previous months, everyone is shocked by the unexpected return of an old friend. But is it really him, and how much has he changed?

🔞 MDNI! CW: Post-S4, dark themes, canon-typical violence, smut; please read the cautions for each chapter

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Part Three

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