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sketchfanda · 9 months ago

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Kirishima's Mystique:Cat on the Prowl

Sometimes Kirishima had to wonder if it was a little much to ask for just one patrol in the twilight evening times to be just a bit more quiet? Oh he was all on board to ensure the safety of the public and all that but it’d be nice to have one night go smooth and peaceful as possible then head home to enjoy a little bit of R&R quality time with his two favourite girls in the world. But such was the life of a pro hero, one way or another especially when Murphy’s Law would come out of nowhere with a Diamond Cutter like the bitch it was. Case in point being his current situation.

Seemed someone had decided to break into a museum of all place and try to pilfer God only knows what was inside it. Given all the art work and artefacts inside that were worth anywhere between six figures to enough to have you set for life, on top of the security? Hey least it wasn’t some dumb ass protestor trying to make some moronic statement by glueing themselves to a painting and try to deface it but I digress. Back with our hardheaded red-head and what was going on with him at this very moment.

That being him currently pursuing the thief in question who was quite the slippery and tricky rascal to say the least they leapt across rooftops in manners that would make professional parkour artists green with envy. Pretty impressive given the no doubt heavy amount of loot they had to be carrying but he was nothing if not determined to see the perpetrator caught. From what could be gleamed of their appearance, they seemed to be a feline person or wearing feline themed suit of sorts, a literal cat burglar? Someone had quite a sense of humour to them.

After minutes of relentless pursuit he saw his elusiva quarry cease running no doubt assuming they'd lost any opposition as they parked on a flat rooftop up on a high rise, the sturdy himbo using his quirk to advantage. Clawed styled fingers piercing the solid concrete as he scaled and climbed up to find his target sitting atop a ventilation shaft duct, no doubt catching their breath and making a quick check and count of their loot. From what he could see of their backside, it was definitely a woman as he carefully made his way towards her to swiftly take her down and subdue her. A slight purr from her throat as she held up a diamond between her fingers, catching his reflection in it as she dropped it back into her bag of stolen goods and stood up turning around to face him.

Suffice to say Kirishima was momentarily stunned to find this literal cat burglar was none other than Selina Kyle, THE one and only infamous CatWoman of Gotham herself. Her toned curvy figure contained within and highlighted by a skintight black and leather latex ensemble that Midnight herself would approve of very much. The sensual mature thief grinning like well, a cat that found herself a little mouse to play as she took her zipper at the top of her collar and slid it down oh so, very slowly. Inches of rich smooth caramel tanned skin and cleavage and a smooth set of abdominals revealed as the front of her outfit became undone and exposed right before his crimson eyes as she sensually licked her lips and reached in with take out her trademark whip.

Catwoman:”Well well, figures I’d run into one of the locals, can’t expect to to anywhere in Japan and not meet a cape and mask type when prowling. Especially a cute slab of meat like you….”*Sensually licking her lips as she began her infamous teasing and flirting routine, wrapping her whip around herself like it was a feather boa. Sensually purring as she radiated a sexual charisma and charm on par with Midnight herself as she eyed Kirishima with a hunger and thirst. She had to say compared to a certain pointy eared on and off gentleman of hers back stateside, the Red Riot wasn’t half bad. Taking delight in the awkwardness he was no doubt feeling at such attention and interest from a mature older woman like herself.* “Come on now handsome, mind looking the other way and letting me walk off with my gains? I’ll make it worth your while…”

Kirishima*Shakes his head to regain focus as he looked at the literal cat burglar with determination, sure she was a tease but he was used to such saucy flirting given his experience especially with a pair of girlfriends like Mina and Maya. He would not be swayed by her admittedly stunning good looks and pornographic body, no sir!!* “can’t do that ma’am, I got take you in or at least take back what you stole!! Now we can do this the easy way or we can do this the hard way…and we both know it’s obvious you’re going for the hard way!!” *indeed Selina flashed a coy smile as she began lashing out some strikes on the air and ground, making clear that if that’s the way it was to be? Hard way it was as he activated his quirk, the young future pro and infamous thief moved in to clash.*

Selina of course had hoped it would be easy but seems tonight wasn’t her lucky night, pouting adorably as she found herself pinned back flat on the ground. Her whip a few feet from her grasp along with her belt for her tools and equipment as Kirishima had her in her clutches. Just her luck that she had encounter a guy with strength and durability on par with Killer Croc but she had to say, up close like this? Not only was he a looker but god damn those muscles, she coild grind cheese in those abs….it was making her feel turned on.

Selina:*Deciding to play an ace up her sleeve as she began flashing the pull eyes or rsther the kitty eyes, with the pout to match.* “Awww come on tough guy, it’s my first time and offence here in Japan, how about you let me go and you take the loot? Better yet you let me keep half? I’ll make it worth your while….”*She knew it was a long shot but honestly he was rather hoping for something else besides bribing this guy, not that he seemed the type for it, virtue was as distinct as this guy’s gym body. If anything she was going for a nice bit of erotic action, it’d been quite a long dry spell for her to a degree that toys and her own fingers wouldn’t cut it. And she always was a sucker for angelfaces with the musculature of Greek gods.*

Kirishima:*Slight blush on his face aside, he was handling Selina’s flirting and persuasion well as can be.*”Can’t do that ma’am, just wouldn’t sit right with me….”*Selina couldn’t help but feel a giddy tingle with anticipation, the moral compass boyscouts were always a turn on for her. A sensual smile on her face as she found those blood red eyes of his unable to look away from her still exposed torso from having unzipped her suit. Her tits inches away from slipping out to expose themselves as she sensually licked her lips sensing he was getting as turned on as she was, seems her boy scout had a thing for girls like herself, oh if she only knew how right she was.*

Sensing opportunity presenting itself, the seductive thief managed to move her legs out from under him to wrap around them around his waist. Pulling him in close as she freed her arms from his grasp to wrap them around his shoulders and press her lips to his as she ambushed him with a passionate, tongue fuelled French kiss. Taking advantage of his sudden shock and surprise to roll around so that she now laid atop him, straddling his wait as she deepened her liplock. Soon breaking for air with strands of saliva between them as she sat up, looking at him with a sensual gaze as she landed softly, shuddering with delight at the look in his eyes as she began to peel off her suit.

Her luscious, firm tits now flashed before his eyes in all their naked glory as she pried her upper torso out of thst skintight leather and latex, skin glistening with sweat. The feline themed crook caressing his muscles as she traced and memorised those firm cut abs and pecs, oohing and aweing with delight as her ass felt a very distinct bulge bumping against it, seemed this himbo had the package to go along with that physique. Shifting and adjusting her position as she trapped his head between her thighs, she may not have been Mina or Maya or even Mirko but she definitely had some good ones on her as she parked her booty on his face. While she found herself before his crotch, undoing the belt and fly as she was eager to play with the treasure contained within.

But to say she was shocked and surprised was an understatement as her eyes widened and her jaw dropped at seeing that exposed erect slab of manhood before her. The absolute length and girth before her leaving the sexy thief at a rare loss for words, switches in her brain being flipped as she found herself grasping and squeezing that cock. Like some primal instincts reached out to her inner feline telling her to go all in on going all the way with this absolute unit of an alpha male as she commenced with performing fellation. Licking and sucking on that cock as inches of his meat filled her mouth, giving her an oral preview of what awaited her pussy.

Speaking of which, Kirishima had figured the con-woman was trying to play him for a sap, using her feminine wiles on what she figured to be some naive cherry virgin boy. As he grasped that leather and latex clad booty, teeth latching onto the fly of her outfit's zipper to bring down lower. Exposing her slit and anal pucker before him as Selina widened her jade green cat-like eyes at suddenly feeling the sturdy himbo return fire with a little oral assault of his own. And she had to say, he sure as hell knew how to eat a pussy out!!

Now Selina was no stranger to sex, mind you and she'd been with her share of men and women alike. But she never imagined she'd find the tables turned on her like this and she had to say, she was liking it a lot!! After an intense, sloppy 69 session, it wasn't long before they were both naked, the seductive tease of a thief's cowl, goggles and boots all she had still on her as she found herself taking it doggy or rather kitty style as this young buck of a man mountain fucked her deep and hard. Arms and legs shaky as her jiggling, slutty ass stuck in the air, shaking with every impact of that shaft and those heavy balls smacking her clit before she found herself flat on the floor as he plowed her prone bone.

It wasn't often the infamous Catwoman found herself dominated sexually but Kirishima was showing himself to be quite a young man full of surprises. The rooftop aloud with the echoes of skin slapping sex and cries of passion and ecstasy as orgasms rocked her world one after another. And did he have stamina to spare, to say nothing of his little quirk trick and could he be assertive and abrasive!! It was a turn-on, that was for sure.

But of course the difference in momentum and skill of course wound up being in Kirishima's favour, as he held Selina's luscious hips while she bounced and rode on his cock cowgirl style, her tits bouncing hypnotically as her usually coy face wore an expression that made it clear her brain was numb with pleasure. Before she went limp as a ragdoll as she and the sturdy chivalrous himbo came together simultaneously, a baker's dozen worth of hot, white baby batter pumping and flooding into her womb. The feline afficianado gently laid down on the cool, smooth rooftop surface, a well fucked and satisfied smile on her face and a belly full of cum as Kirishima decided to call this erotic duel a draw. Taking back and returning her stolen goods, after getting his clothes back on of course while maybe hoping the authorities would find her here and secure her arrest..and maybe maintain her dignity.

Of course the tricky thief managed to elude capture but opted to lay low of course until any heat died down. Not that she minded of course, after a lay like that. Now she had herself a new hobby and boytoy to play with, as Kirishima somehow found his phone getting an unknown number sending him a few lewd texts and pictures not long after that hot rooftop encounter evening. Among them being a nude pic from Selina showing off her dumptruck ass while wearing little more than cat ears, jewellery and some thigh high boots.

Not to mention for some reason, the Catwoman always left a date, time and place, as if leaving hints for when and where she might strike next and where he could find her for a rematch. Naturally Mina and Maya found out and oooh was their teasing and flirting relentless especially when they insisted on wanting to help him out with "dealing" with that hot piece of kitty ass. Yeah once again Kirishima really wondered what it would take to just have a normal, peaceful patrol that didn't wind up with him somehow getting a female crook sexually addicted to him. Then again it wasn't always so bad.....right?

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baiabay · 1 year ago

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No Role Modelz (ATSV Black Cat Variant! Reader Insert)

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2(Current Chapter): Cat & Spider

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

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^^links 2 chapters!! this story is also on ao3, wattpad, and quotev under the same name <;33

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Miles sighed, his eyes falling on his sketchbook. Vibrant colours littered the pages, memories drawn in hues of pink, blue, and yellow. He missed them dearly - Aaron, Peter…Gwen. Flipping through the parchment, Miles is reminded of how free he felt when he was with that group. Being Spider-Man hasn’t been the same without them.

Sighing once more, Miles flipped forward a few pages, landing randomly on a sketch of The Black Cat.

His drawing of the notorious thief stretched in a dynamic pose filled the page - form bending a way he’d always thought was comically feline. Sketchbook now in hand, Miles took a closer look at the portrait, focusing on the fur detailing on The Cats’ costume that ended right below that grin.

That signature smile.

Sinister, playful, devious, a myriad of emotions could be interpreted behind it - but the one that was the most clear to Miles… was freedom.

Despite the criminal status of The Black Cat, Miles couldn’t help but feel envious of the thief's display of cockiness. The confidence carried, the lightheartedness - to Miles, all of it just screamed free.

Miles’ daydreaming was rudely interrupted by a nagging tingle down his spine - an alert, signaling danger nearby.

The streets of Brooklyn were calm today, as calm as they could be, a stark contrast to the ever-brightening warning signs that flashed behind Miles’ eyes.

Confused, and slightly panicked, Miles pulled down his mask, swinging out his window, only to be met with… nothing.

Until,

Until that comically feline form zipped right past his face, Cheshire grin painted on.

Speak of the devil.

“Hey!” —————————————

You usually didn’t conduct any…business during the day, and if you did, you usually would swing straight back home through paths hidden in shadows, away from any eyes that may draw attention to your presence. Today, however, was different. You were on a high.

Grappling hook in hand, you weaved your way between buildings, flipping, giggling, and twirling your way through the main roads.

‘What business exactly did you complete in order for you to feel so boastful?’ You might ask?

Well,

Recently, your favourite local feline rehabilitation shelter has been going through some heavy financial trouble, so grave to the point where the owners had to either completely shut down, or sell the company to another organization to make a bit of cash instead.

To the struggling owners, the latter option seemed much more favourable, and even more so, attainable, given that they had already been contacted by an interested buyer.

Millionaire Hernandez Stillwell , owner of Stillwell Pound Co, known for their terrible breeding environments and kill shelters, had been looking to expand his company to Brooklyn Heights, and had offered a few hundred thousand to the poor owners, in exchange for their shelter, and every cat inside.

Long story short, an anonymous donation of a measly 1.3 million dollars may or may not had happened to land into the hands of the feline shelter owners(that may or may not have been attained by illegally selling a stolen diamond necklace), allowing them to carry on with their business without having to sell out to kill shelter scum.

Sporting a Cheshire grin, you proudly took your victory lap through the main roads, passing civilians, cars, Spider-man…

Ah,shit-

“Hey!”

It only took half a second for your heart rate to spike at the sound of the boys’ voice. Swinging yourself faster in hopes of losing the hero, you flipped around now with more purpose. Breath quickened, you wracked your brain wondering why, in the middle of the day, would he be out here?

As if reading your mind, the hero yelled out, also swinging faster in hopes of reaching you, “Why are you out here in the middle of the day?”

You scoffed, “None of your business, Spider-” You quipped back at him, flipping your body to face him in the process. With you now unfocused on your swinging, Miles took this opportunity to sling a line of webbing towards your own hook line - wildly throwing off your center of gravity.

You thrashed around in the air as a few more ropes of web thwipped in your direction, and you suddenly found yourself in a painfully similar position that mimicked your first encounter with the Spider. Rotating slowly, arms glued to your sides, knees pressed together, bundled up in a humiliating cocoon hanging before the young hero.

Contrary to the Spider, you bore no sort of power that aided you to sense the hostility of an enemy. However, even in your dizzy, upside-down state, you were extremely aware of the different energy he was emitting. There were no traces of defensiveness, no jerky adrenaline-fueled movements, no sense of danger, like there was that night you fought. There was only…curiosity?

You sighed before speaking, the dizzy feeling dying down to a low buzz behind your eyes.

“This time I swear, Spider, I’m not up to anything heist-y. You have to believe me. I was just about to head home whe-”

“Are you… okay?”

You blinked. He wasn’t here to turn you in? Make you empty your satchel? Force you to return anything? Your brows furrowed and your lips parted, but no sound escaped you. The hero cleared his throat, his voice suddenly in a much lower octave.

“I saw you with Spot, er- you and The Spot that night.”

At the mention of the villain's name your throat dried up. All of a sudden you were flooded with memories from your unsuccessful heist that night. His hand, hard and cold on your wrist, the pure hate that bled from his voice, the lack of air in your lungs when engulfed by the void-

So caught up in your thoughts, you hadn’t realized the way your body started to shake, the way your breathing quickened.

Miles wasn’t ready for you to react like this. Honestly, he had no idea how you would react at all. Part of him expected for you to throw back some snarky remark, or attempt to distract him to escape your webbed-up position. But there you were, the cocky, always-gets-away-with-it thief, The Black Cat, shaking like a leaf before him. Miles found his hands moving on their own. Removing the webbing and hesitantly wrapping around your form.

Miles parted his lips to fill the silence, replace it with something, anything to get you to calm down. Before he could however, your voice broke the quiet.

“That has never- I’ve never…seen, or-or felt anything like that. It was like - you know me, Spider, you know how these things go and it’s never violent, ever. He was just so strong, and - and it was hard to breathe, and-”

You were rambling now, and Miles listened to every word. He understood exactly what you were talking about, having experienced the strength of The Spot already.

“ -get away with all the time! And yeah, sure, maybe I was a bit too ambitious trying to go for this gem and everything, but had he not gotten it, I could’ve paid for so much, Spider!”

By now your breath had slowed down to normal. Your heart was at a regular rate and the trembling had ceased. You were now sitting, rambling about random heists (which with him as the one that's supposed to catch you, he laughed way too much at some of the *criminal* stories you recalled), smiling softly under your mask and leaned slightly against his side. Sighing gently, you spoke once again.

“Sometimes I just wish things were different, yknow?”

Miles tilted his head in your direction. “Different how?”

“Different like, for me. Sometimes I think, ‘what if it was me that was bitten by that spider?’ or ‘what if I never started stealing altogether?’ Out of all the millions of different outcomes, of different… realities that are out there, I landed in this one. Yknow what I mean?”

If there was anyone who knew what you meant, it was him. There wasn’t a day that passed where he didn’t think about his friends. All of them in different universes than him. Ever since the collider incident, there was still a lonely part of his body that wished he was a part of those different universes.

“I know…exactly what you mean. But there’s a first time for everything, right? You always have time to change for the better, Cat. You don’t have to be the bad guy in this story.”

You removed yourself from his side, brows now furrowed.

“No - no, Spider. I can’t just ‘change’.” You stood, arms crossed.

“But you can-”

“But I can’t. This is me”. You gestured to yourself before repeating the action in his direction. “Just like how that is you. The Cat and The Spider. The thief and the hero. We can’t truly change who or where we are. No matter…how much we want to.”

“Wai-”

Miles couldn’t get a word in before you leaped off the building, grappling away with a tensed expression. He sat there for a minute or two, watching your form shrink as you flipped away. He sighed before standing up, and thwipping his way back to his place. He snuck in quietly through his window, given that he’s technically still grounded, changed out of his costume, and proceeded to once again, pick up his sketchbook.

He opened to his drawing of The Black Cat, squinting at the fierce expression he had etched on. Flipping to a blank page, he started another sketch. This one still captured the thief’s likeness, but in a much more gentle light. Miles drew the gentle expression you had on when you spoke, even with minimal features showing through your mask, he still remembered vividly the softness in your face. When finished, he silently deemed the sketch one of the most beautiful in the sketchbook. Setting it down, he threw on his headphones and proceeded to lay on his bed.

Miles closed his eyes, losing himself in the music. Before he could drift off to sleep he was interrupted by a voice he hadn’t heard in what felt like a lifetime.

“Miles!” —----------------------------------------------------------------------------

A/N: sorry for the lack of updates. went through a loss in the family. as always your messages and interaction keep me going! as an apology ill be uploading chapters tomorrow and the day after as well :) Thanks again for all your support and I am forever grateful for those who continue to read my writing despite my inconsistent updates <33

- baia :)

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fairykazu · 10 months ago

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CHAPTER EIGHT: DOESN'T HURT TO TRY it's been so long since you've made any content especially when you went on hiatus because tofu was missing and he was the star of the show. not like your name was on the channel at all, no longer yourstrulyname but actually, yourstrulytofu! all jokes aside though, the channel did start off of as a hobby, but after you gained more followers and views, it began to be tiring.

maybe the hiatus was nice. tofu meowed, curling at your feet. picking up the feline up, you cradled him, "hello, tofuu! it's time to make a video about you coming back, right?"

"meow." he replied as you nodded,

"youre right we don't have to." you walked to your desk, placing the little pet into your lap. the cat curled, retorting back,

"meow." (don't put words in my mouth.)

you laughed nervously, "sorry, you're right, let's make the video. man, if only that thief gave you back faster," you picked him up again, "and if only that thief wasn't so cute! if he wasn't, i'd be a criminal all over the local and international news!"

"haha, not funny?"

"meow." (you're so weird.) you quickly changed the topic as tofu glared at you weirdly, "i missed you, y'know!"

opening one of the cabinets, you retrieved a treat, feeding him one. "meow." (i missed you too)

"aw, tofu, you're so sweet. okay, let's do that video now. do you think anyone's free?"

the cat tilted his head, meowing back, "meow, meowaya meow. meow, lumeow mew meow. yoimeow, meow meow." (no, not really, ayaka is doing content. lumine is with her brother and yoimiya is with her boyfriend.)

now, you were confused, "i don't remember telling you this."

"meow." tofu replied to a bit faster.

"facetime, right... i thought you were asleep! you trickster!"

"meow... meow meow." (ummm... the video.) tofu looked the other way, burying himself into your lap. as you nodded, prepping the camera on your desk. tofu sat upright on your lap. as the star of the show, he always has to look his best.

after recording and uploading the video,

"you're right. tofu, what do you want to do? after we upload this video, what should we do now? don't look at me like that, yes, this is content making. im lonely, i need someone to hang with."

"meow."

"you're not making me lonely don't worry. do you think scaramouche would like to join us."

"meow." (no.)

"you're right but it doesn't hurt to try right?"

"meow." (true)

masterlist previously + next

theres the newest member in the cat cafe you regularly visit after school. hes kind of cute in a cat-looklike way. but then you realize, oh shit thats the thief who stole my cat!!

the cat cafe notes: - i forgot name's a content creator - ignore timestamps

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lu-dao-writes · 10 months ago

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— 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐉𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬

૮꒰ྀི∩ ∩ྀི꒱ა ꒰ྀི 𝙎𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨 The foxes meet a dragon and a family of felines.

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) Distressed WY, maybe slightly creepy JFM, angry YZ, angsty but it’s all okay in the end.

𝘼/𝙉 This is a repost. ꒱ྀི✿*:･

꒰ྀི 𝙂𝙪𝙞𝙙𝙚 A-Die = dad/father, A-Niang = mom/ mother, Shushu = a more affectionate version of uncle, Xiaoshu = means little uncle, didi = younger brother. ꒱ྀི ˗ˏˋ ꒰ Part 1 ꒱ ˎˊ˗

THE uncle and nephew duo traveled around until they found themselves in Lotus Pier in Yunmeng.

Xiǎo Xīngchén has a good grip on Wèi Yīng’s hand as they wander through the lively market. There’s been many times where little Wèi Yīng has run off and caused Xiǎo Xīngchén to age by 20 years. Honestly, he’s surprised that no silver hairs have appeared yet! But once he reminded the little black fox about the possible dangers it usually straightened him up…

Until something caught his attention again

(；´∀｀)…

While Xiǎo Xīngchén was looking at the local produce and listening to the sellers give their best pitch, Wèi Yīng spotted a toy stand several stalls down and was instantly enraptured, letting go of his uncle’s hand and taking off.

The silver fox continues on his shopping, buying some peaches, chilies, and a head of cabbage, putting it all into his basket. “Hmm, just need a few more items and we’ll have enough and be able to stay at an inn for a few days. Are you hungry, Ā-Yīng?”

…

“Ā-Yīng?” Xiǎo Xīngchén looked to his right and lo and behold, Wèi Yīng was missing from his side, sending ice cold panic through his veins. “A-Ā-Yīng!?”

Xiǎo Xīngchén nearly snaps his neck looking around for Wèi Yīng in the crowded marketplace. He starts running around, not caring if any of his goods fall out onto the ground in his hurried search. He got stares from the locals as his voice grew louder and more frantic. Eventually he started asking people for help.

“Please have you seen a little boy with black fox ears? He’s my nephew and left my side!”

“I’m sorry, Xiao-gongzi, but I have not.”

“No, sorry.”

“I’m really sorry but I’ve seen no little fox!”

“Maybe check the toy stalls?”

‘The toy stalls! Of course!!’ But unfortunately, there was no little fox. The crowd seems to grow all of a sudden and it makes him grow nauseous and hot.

And it only gets worse when he hears the sound of barking…

When Wèi Yīng got to the toy stand he was desperately trying to grab the drum that got his attention, but he was soon shooed away by the seller.

“Aye, you little thief! Stay away from my stuff!”

The ravenette was upset that he didn’t get a chance to play or look at the toy and was going to return back to his Xiao Shushu to beg him for it when suddenly his stomach rumbled loudly, his ears twitching at the abrupt noise.

“Hungry,” he whines, rubbing his tummy while he works his nose. He knows he should return to his Xiaoshu’s side, but the sight of the candied hawthorns is too good to resist, and then the smell of steamed buns, savory meats on sticks, and soups… Wèi Yīng is practically drooling. “I need to find Xiaoshu-.”

Wèi Yīng suddenly stiffens up, the little hairs on his arms and neck lifting up as he hears the sound of barking.

“Dogs!!” he screams before running without direction, squeezing past people and sometimes knocking their stuff out of their hands. He ignores their curses and shouts, actually they don’t even register to him, only the sounds of those dreaded beasts filling his ears, along with his own heartbeat.

“NO!!” he wails as he turns the corner to a dead end, the brick wall taunting him. The barks grow closer and soon three dogs enter from where he just came, causing him to tremble harder and clutch his fluffy black tail. “NONONO!! XINGXING HELP ME!!”

He backs himself into the wall while crying and begging for his uncle to come save him. But he’s not here. He regrets leaving his Xiaoshu, because he’s told him many times to not leave his side in the first place…

As the snarling young dogs stalk closer and closer Wèi Yīng ends up closing his eyes waiting for the attack to come.

“Jasmine, Princess, Love!? Where are you!? Come back!”

The growling stops and the little fox ends up hearing their paws shuffling and he timidly opens his eyes to see them leaving him behind, presuming to return to their master.

A sob of relief leaves him, but the relief is only temporary. He’s still lost, and thus he continues his crying.

Suddenly he feels a small tap in between his ears, startling him. When the raventte looks up he sees a boy his age dressed in all white with hints of blue, his eyes a soft gold shade and looking at him with concern. There’s a ribbon around his forehead and on top of his dark head are two small horns poking out.

Wèi Yīng sniffs back snot and wipes at his eyes. “H-Hello. Do you know where my Xiaoshu is?”

The boy in white only shakes his head and Wèi Yīng’s lip starts to tremble again. The boy panics and reaches into his sleeve and pulls out a toy drum that looked identical to the one he was eying earlier. The fox brightens slightly and takes the toy, shaking it so that the beads hit the sides.

Seeing the fox calm now the boy offers his hand to him and helps him up to his feet. “Let’s find your Xiaoshu.”

The two kids make their way out of the alley and walk hand in hand down the crowded street while Wèi Yīng talks the boys' ear off.

“My name is Wèi Yīng, and I am Huli jing. I’m this many years old,” he says before showing him how old he is with his fingers. “How old are you? What’s your name? Can I touch your horns? Oh! My Xiaoshu is also young and wears white like you!”

“I’m Lán Zhàn, and I’m the same age as you-.”

“Whaa!!”

Lán Zhàn smiles a little at his obvious excitement.

“My Xiaoshu is also a Huli jing, but his ears aren't all black like mines!” he says, his free hand touching one of his ears and giggling as he felt tickled.

“Mm,” Lán Zhàn nods determinedly while holding his hand a bit tighter. He’s quite relieved he didn’t ask to touch his horns again too.

While the young fox took to calling for his uncle, the dragon was scanning the people as they walked.

“Xiaoshu!? … XingXing shushu, where are you!?”

After almost 15 minutes and no luck in finding the older fox, Lán Zhàn stops walking. “Wèi Yīng? Maybe we should ask the sect leader for help.”

“But I don’t know what he looks like… And I can barely remember his name,” he says, his ears dropping slightly while his cheeks turn red.

“Don’t worry,” Lán Zhàn says immediately. “You have me. I will get my Xiongzhang and Shufu to help too.”

Wèi Yīng follows the dragon around, his silver eyes still darting around to find his uncle. He hopes he’s okay and that he won’t be too upset with him about running off… ‘I’m still so hungry,’ he whines internally. ‘I wonder if Lán Zhàn -.’ “Oof!”

Wèi Yīng crashes into Lán Zhàn ’s back. “Why’d you stop Lán Zhàn??”

“Wèi Yīng… Is that your Xiaoshu?”

The fox looks past the dragon and from up ahead there stands his uncle who was conversing with a man dressed in purple with a purple tiger’s tail swaying gently. There’s also a boy that looks practically identical to him. The sight of his Xiaoshu brightened his spirit but soon his tail was standing on end as the three dogs from before were circling his uncle, barking, sniffing, and jumping on him.

“T-The dogs! They’re hurting my Xiaoshu!” he cries, pulling at his ears before clinging onto Lán Zhàn. “Please help save him, Lán Zhàn!”

Lán Zhàn blushes a tiny bit but gives Wèi Yīng a promising nod. The two children storm over, Wèi Yīng staying a bit behind the dragon before he shouts, “Get away from my Xiaoshu, you ugly beasts!!”

Multiple heads snap towards him and Wèi Yīng yelps as the dogs are now looking at him, but they dare not move when Lán Zhàn gives them a fierce glare with a small growl escaping him, his arm thrown out to keep the fox safely behind him, causing the dogs to cower and whimper.

“Ā-Yīng!” Xiǎo Xīngchén calls out, sprinting towards him.

“XingXing!” Wèi Yīng calls back, running out from behind Lán Zhàn and straight into his uncle's warm embrace.

“Ā-Yīng I’m so glad you’re safe!” Xiǎo Xīngchén murmurs before pulling back to look at him sternly. “But don’t you ever run off from my side again, you understand? I could have lost you, Ā-Yīng.. My only family left…”

Wèi Yīng sniffles and gripes his robes tighter. “I’m sorry XingXing, the toys and food distracted me,” he explains before pointing an accusing finger at the dogs that stood by the man and child. “And then those dogs scared me!”

The boy looks offended, his cheeks puffing up while his arms are crossed.

“That’s why I tell you to stay close to me, Ā-Yīng, that way I can keep you safe,” Xiǎo Xīngchén explains while rubbing his back.

The man in purple and black slowly makes his way towards them and the boy, assuming is the man’s son, stays behind to tend to his dogs. The man is solely focused on him and the small fox doesn’t understand why, and it makes him cling to his Xiaoshu a bit more, putting his head under his chin.

Xiǎo Xīngchén was about to speak when he feels a small tug on his sleeve. At his feet is the child he briefly saw with his nephew.

“I found him and kept him safe,” Lán Zhàn says softly with a stoic face. The older fox smiles at him and bows as best as he can with his nephew in his arms.

“Thank you, Second young master Lán. We are in your debt.”

“Yeah, thank you Lán Zhàn! You’re my hero!! Oh! Here’s your toy!”

The golden eyed boy looks at the toy before looking at Wèi Yīng. “Keep it.”

“Wahh?! Thank you Lán Zhàn!” he cheers before pouting. “But I don’t have anything to give you…”

Before Lán Zhàn can tell him, he doesn’t need anything in return, Wèi Yīng seems to already get an idea.

“Aha! Gimme a second!”

Although the Lán boy was confused, Xiǎo Xīngchén knew immediately what he was planning. “Ah, ah, Ā-Yīng! You can’t just give your orb away.”

At that Wèi Yīng’s black ears drop and his tail stops wagging. “Aww…! Sorry that I can’t give you anything, Lán Zhàn…”

“Don’t need anything,” he whispers, his cheeks red.

“Didi!”

In the direction the two children came from there’s another boy almost identical to Lán Zhàn but just a little older. He’s waving his hand in the air to signal his attention and Lán Zhàn reluctantly states, “I have to go…”

“Bye bye, Lán Zhàn! I won't forget you!”

Lán Zhàn smiles again at this, a twinkle of hope in his golden eyes. “I won’t forget you either.”

Multiple pairs of eyes watch as the Lán boy returns to his older brother and they watch until they’re out of sight, disappearing almost like ghosts.

“Excuse me, Xiao-gongzi,” sect leader Jiang says, behind them. “Let me take you to our home and get you some food.”

Before the silver fox could politely decline the offer, Wèi Yīng is already speaking. “Food! Food!! Xiao Shushu I’m hungry!”

It’s impossible to say no now, especially since they were both pretty hungry…

“Well, If you don’t mind… We promise to not make trouble.”

Sect leader Jiang smiles more, his eyes almost twinkling as he gets what he wants. “I offered so we will not mind. Come.”

He turns to the boy next. “Ā-yín? Go on ahead of us and let your Ā-Niáng know we’re having guests. Make sure your dogs are put away as well.”

The boy with the tiger ears pouts a little. “Yes Ā-Diē…”

Xiǎo Xīngchén goes to grab the basket he had previously, but Jiang Fengmain swoops down and grabs it for him, smiling still.

The walk to the sect leader’s home is mostly quiet with Wèi Yīng having dozed off on Xiǎo Xīngchén’s shoulder due to the soft head massage he was given. Xiǎo Xīngchén also did not miss the way the sect leader would often gaze at Ā-Yīng with a soft look in eyes. It was nice, but… Something in his gaze made him uncomfortable.

Xiǎo Xīngchén knew that Jiang Fengmain had strong feelings for his sister and was sworn brothers with his brother-in-law, and Wèi Yīng is a perfect mix of them. He looks almost identical to his father and has his mother’s mischievous personality. The older fox is sure that he’ll try to pull something…

Finally, they arrive and at the stairs stands a beautiful woman with a stern expression, dressed in purple and magenta and a young girl at her side looking much like her mother but with a softer and kinder face. The boy from before was also there, his arms crossed.

Xiǎo Xīngchén gently wakes up Wèi Yīng from his brief nap. “Ā-Yīng… Ā-Yīng we’re here.”

The little black fox child blinks awake before letting out a big yawn, his limbs stretching and pushing his uncle’s head slightly in the process. “XingXing, we are here?”

Jiāng Fēngmián parts from the silver fox’s side after giving Wèi Yīng an adoring smile, approaching his wife.

“Yes, Ā-Yīng. Let’s greet the sect leader’s family. Remember what I taught you?”

“Uh… Yes!?”

The black and white eared fox chuckles softly as he sets Wèi Yīng down. He wasn’t worried about him getting scolded since he’s only a young child after all.

“My lady, this is Xiǎo Xīngchén and his nephew—.”

“Greetings to the sect leader and his family! My name is Wèi Yīng, but you can call me Ā-Yīng!” blurts the young fox as he gives a clumsy bow, his tail wagging rapidly.

“Aiyah, Ā-Yīng…,” Xiǎo Xīngchén sweats, smiling a closed eyed smile before looking at the family of tigers. “My apologies, sect leader—.”

“Did he just say Wèi Yīng? Wèi as in Wèi Chángzé?” Yú Zǐyuān inquires sharply, causing everyone (minus Wèi Yīng) to tense, especially as her ring sparks a few times.

Xiǎo Xīngchén purses his lips, not liking the tone she used. Wèi Chángzé was his Jiejie's husband and Ā-Yīng’s father. Wèi Chángzé was a good man, and the older fox wasn’t going to let anyone slander him or his Jiejie.

“That’s my Ā-Diē!!” Wèi Yīng says proudly.

“As Ā-Yīng stated, Wèi Chángzé and Cángsè Sànrén are his parents,” Xiǎo Xīngchén explains gently, giving her a slight pointed look.

But the leopardess’ lips curl into a sneer, casting a flaming look at her husband. “Of course, you took the chance to take them. You’ll always favor them, especially her, over your own flesh and blood and wife!” she spits. She then gives the two foxes a hateful look before she gives a longer one at the younger of the two, making him whimper and step back.

Xiǎo Xīngchén swiftly steps in front of the little fox and flares back at the purple dressed woman.

“Be angry at your husband for whatever reason but leave Ā-Yīng and his parents out of it. They have done nothing but live their lives, Jiāng-fu'ren. Please understand that.”

The purple leopardess stares with brief surprise before it turns back into ice, swiftly turning away with a huff and making her dramatic exit. The boy, Jiāng Wǎnyín, follows after her, calling to her.

The girl only remains, looking embarrassed and apologetic. And all the while the sect leader stands with his mouth agape watching his wife’s back before turning to face the two foxes, but before he can speak, Xiǎo Xīngchén interrupts.

“I think it’s best if we go. It’s very clear that we are unwanted.”

“X-Xiǎo Xīngchén please! I do apologize for my lady’s rudeness. Please stay and have something to eat since you came all this way!”

Unfortunately, he had a point…

“Fine,” he sighs, his ears twitching with frustration. “But we will not eat with Jiāng-fu'ren.”

“That is fine,” Jiāng Fēngmián replies instantly.

The older fox takes Wèi Yīng’s hand and whispers some encouragement to him. But what actually gets him moving again is the young lady who comes over, a gentle smile on her face.

“Ā-Yīng, my name is Jiāng Yànlí, but you may call me Shejie. I promise that you’re safe here. Here, I helped make the soup we’ll be eating today!” she says to him, offering her hand.

Wèi Yīng takes it immediately, his bright smile returning. “Okay, Shejie!”

They all ended up settling outside to eat and Wèi Yīng was perfectly content with sticking beside Jiāng Yànlí, the young tigress entertaining his every word while Xiǎo Xīngchén sat with Jiāng Fēngmián a short distance away, watching them.

Although, the silver fox was mostly staring at the sect leader who was very much gazing at his nephew with this impassioned expression as if he was the only star in the sky, the only purpose in his life…

An opportunity…

It was a little uncomfortable to say the least and Xiǎo Xīngchén knew that him caring so much for them will only cause problems.

“Sect leader Jiāng what is on your mind? You keep staring at Ā-Yīng with that look.”

A brief look of guilt passes on his face. “It’s just that he is the son of my best friend.”

‘And your crush,’ the fox thought.

“I cared for both him and Cángsè Sànrén deeply. What exactly happened to them…?”

Xiǎo Xīngchén sighs deeply, his ears dropping. “I don’t know only that they must have died on a night hunt. When I found Ā-Yīng he was on his own and covered in his own filth and blood from dog attacks. He told me they went on a hunt and didn’t come back… And Jiejie still hasn’t given me a sign of life…”

Jiāng Fēngmián looks crushed, gripping at his knees. “Xiao-gogzei, you’ll always have a place here, you and Ā-Yīng. This was Wèi Chángzé’s home and naturally it is yours too.”

The silver fox gives a rueful smile. “As kind as that is, Jiāng-fu'ren clearly holds a grudge and I will not stand for slander against my family, nor will I stand for her using Ā-Yīng as a punching bag.”

“I under—.”

“And… I’m not sure I can trust you,” he swiftly adds, his gentle tone becoming cold as ice, startling the purple tiger.

“I… You don’t trust me..? May you please explain?”

Xiǎo Xīngchén takes a sip of his tea before replying. “It’s quite obvious you seem to care about Ā-Yīng, but I fear your love and care will only cause problems for us and your family. Perhaps I’m overstepping, but in your eyes, I see that you think he’s yours just because Wèi Chángzé was your sworn brother.”

The man opens his mouth to defend himself, but the fox doesn’t let him get a word in. “You clearly still hold some love for my Jiejie and your wife clearly uses that as a jab, therefore I’m not sure I can trust you to care for us, especially Ā-Yīng. I’m also concerned you might get lost in some fantasy,” he finishes softly, staring straight at the sect leader with a piercing gaze.

Jiāng Fēngmián opens and closes his mouth a few times before he ultimately keeps it shut, softly clenching his jaw while he slowly grows red.

The fox sighs again though. “However, it’s clear that Ā-Yīng is quite attached to your daughter, so do expect us to visit here and there…”

The teenager didn’t wish to admit it, but he will be seeing Jiāng Fēngmián again. Really, he did not wish to rely on or be near that pushover of a man after how he was too stupefied to defend them from his viper of a wife. But Xiǎo Xīngchén would do anything to keep his nephew happy and clearly, he already saw Jiāng Yànlí as a sister, and he needed more friends near his age anyways.

Jiāng Fēngmián only nods, but Xiǎo Xīngchén sees the tension in his shoulders, but he’s not worried.

#꒰ঌ𝐌𝐃𝐙𝐒 𓃹⋆⁺₊⋆#mo dao zu shi #hybrid au #mdzs #fox wei wuxian #xiao xingchen #wei wuxian #jiang fengmian #jiang cheng #yu ziyuan #lan wangji #lan xichen #mdzs fanfiction #dragon lan xichen #dragon lan wangji #wangxian

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okay so lets get into some of my active d&d characters! today on the list is theodore.

some important lore here i have a sorta subclass of tabaxi that i like to call catkins which are just housecats but... sentient. they are pretty rare! and most tabaxis dont regard them as their own species due to their size. so in my lore, catkins have their own special underground connection to one another and including the feline species.

theodore is a background criminal particularly skilled as a thief and a psi knife rogue. he was born in the slums of neverwinter to a young catkin named juliana. there's some TRAuMA in his background but he is a giant mama's boy. he does everything for her.

here's some aesthetics for theodore.

some fun facts:

theodore has no iris. his eyes are a stormy grey that swirls with strange blue energy

he doesn't kill unless he has too. very much so doesn't like death.

most of the towns or cities he goes too he will get in contact with the local strays and have them spy on the people.

he will steal from anyone that has proven themselves to be a piece of shit. even if youre poor, if youre an asshole, theodore will take everything including the clothes off your body.

he somehow made "friends" with a local HIGH level sorcerer NPC and has a nest of trinkets he stole up in the rafters of the shop.

#writing #writeblr #writers #writer #writers block #writers on tumblr #dungeons and dragons #d&d #dungeons and dragons character #dnd oc #dnd character #original character

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local-thief-feline · 4 months ago

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*Grabs and runs*

#atticus is stealing #local thief feline #I WANT IT!!!!

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marsrize · 2 years ago

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Tim’s cat [Part 2]

Ao3: Here. | Part 1: Here. Summary : Adrien is reincarnated as a cat. Adrien was a superhero nicknamed Cat Noir. Chosen when he was just 13 years old, he inherited his power from a ring that he always had on his finger. This ring contained a spirit called Kwami. This Kwami had the shape of a black cat with green eyes. It was an immortal creature that granted the right to the one who wore his ring, the power of destruction. To activate it, the wearer had to pronounce the words "cataclysm".

He was 16 years old when he died at the hands of his own father. Gabriel Agreste had chosen to sacrifice his son to bring back his wife Emilie. The adults in his life had not been the best.

Yet he opened his eyes again.

Everything was different.

To his surprise, Adrien was born again... as a CAT.

Strange as it may seem, Adrien was very happy with his new life as a feline. He was completely free, didn't need to go to school or middle school. He woke up at the time he wanted, went wherever he wanted... Really, he was happy.

He had learned to hunt small animals to survive. The hardest thing was not to find food, the city in which he lived and especially the neighborhood where he had established his territory was not very rich, obviously abandoned. There were rats and mice everywhere, he was not starving. The problem was rather the water. It was the hardest thing to find in the city. However, there was one spot that every stray cat knew about. Called the "white zone" by the cats, it was considered sacred. Sharing was a law.

In this place, there was a woman in a funny tight black suit who gave them food. And above all, she left several bowls of water. A normal cat did not know the language of humans. They could associate words with actions most of the time, but they didn't speak "human". This was not the case with Adrien. He understood the language of humans perfectly. He was even able to distinguish the different languages.

This woman was called "Catwoman" (a funny name). He knew she was a thief. The neighborhood cats called her " Servant ". Cats were deeply arrogant, pretentious and foul-mouthed.

Heavens... If this poor woman could hear what was being said about her...

" Damn it, these humans are incompetent, she's 15 minutes late!!! 15 MINUTES!"

"These humans... Unable to do a single job and then its asking for a reward!"

"I'M HUNGRY!"

"EAT! EAT! EAT!"

"Nope, I refuse to be touched by a human, I have my pride"

"Why do humans wear these funny things?"

"EAT!"

"Faster human!"

"MY MILK! I WANT MY MILK!"

"Guys, there's fish today!"

Adrien had a certain reputation in the neighborhood. He was not very tall, but well muscled. He still had a few scars on his body, a testament to the battles he had won.

He was the king in the neighborhood. Because of this, many cats called him "Boss".

Probably because of his former life as a superhero, Adrien did not like to see people in danger. So, he had helped many cats in the area who were in trouble. He had become a mentor to several kittens that had been abandoned... Had saved cats that were about to be caught by the pound.

But cats weren't the only ones on his list of lives to protect. Humans were also on it. The neighborhood he lived in was poor. Heavens, there were a lot of kids roaming the streets. Adrien used to steal food on a regular basis and give it to the local children. He also stole clothes to help them in the winter. He had a nice coat to protect him, but these children did not.

"Hey, look, it's the cat again!"

The children were still waiting for him.

"Thank you mister cat."

Adrien also attacked all the criminals who preyed on women in the street. It was horrible how many times he had to save young women or even young children from being assaulted in the street. What is the world coming to?

"HELP!"

"Shut up bitch-.... What the hell?! AAAAAAAH!"

Adrien was still aiming for the eyes. ALWAYS. That was the weak point of humans. They couldn't reach him if they couldn't see him. His second attack was the calves and wrists. This was the best way to make a criminal drop his weapon. The sneak attack wasn't bad. He would bite at the back of the neck and claw with all his might at his opponent's back.

They had no chance against him.

He also prevented robberies when he could. Especially against old people. It was cowardly to attack someone who couldn't defend themselves!

Since he started these attacks, he had a certain reputation among the "humans" too. Many people fed him. Others tried to catch him by luring him into their homes. Finally, there were those who wanted to kill him (mostly thugs). He had already been shot several times, no one had ever managed to hit him because Adrien was fast... But these were scary experiences.

Adrien's life changed completely the day there was a big storm.

It was a cold and wet evening. It was raining.

Adrien hated the rain; it reminded him of the day he died as a human. It was also a stormy day.

He was particularly terrified of the sound of thunder. That evening, he ran away terrified by the noise. When he realized what he was doing, it was already too late.

He was in a neighborhood he didn't know at all, soaked and hungry.

He had to find a safe place and fast!

At first, he hides under a car and ends up falling asleep. The problem is that the next morning, the owner of the car chases him away. As he leaves, Adrien realizes that it is a luxury car. As he walks around the neighborhood, he realizes that he is in a residential area. He had never been to this place.

The problem is that there were a lot of families with dogs in this area and he kept getting chased all day. He was exhausted. He had climbed a tree to take refuge. It was the only house that seemed to be abandoned. The garden was in a bad state and all the doors were closed.

As evening fell, Adrien was hungry but didn't know what to do to get something to eat. At least where he lived before, there were rats, mice and birds. But in this neighborhood? Nothing at all. The birds were probably scared of the kids.

Adrien was feeling desperate and alone. He didn't know anyone in the neighborhood, and he didn't have any food or water. He tried to think of a way to find some food but he didn't know where to start. As he sat in the tree, he started to feel more and more hopeless.

Suddenly, he heard a noise coming from the abandoned house. He looked down and saw a man (at least it looked like a man) enter through the back door.

The man left the window door open. Curious, Adrien decided to take a look at what the man was doing. Maybe he was a thief. When he came down from his perch to get closer to the window, he noticed that the man was dressed in strange clothes.

The more he observed, the more he realized that this outfit reminded him a lot of that heroine in his previous life, named Sparrow.

Was this human one of those Gotham vigilantes?

How likely was it for him to run into a superhero?

Maybe it was fate?

Adrien entered the house discreetly. He waited for the man to leave the room to examine the interior.

This man was rich.

The house may have been abandoned on the outside, but the inside was beautiful, even if a bit minimalist for his taste.

And above all.... There was food!

Two weeks later.

Adrien had been living in the house for a while in hiding. He soon realized that it was not a man who lived in this house but a kid. He was certainly not of age.

The life of this boy was chaotic. He did not take care of himself. Hell, he hadn't even noticed that food was missing!

Adrien thought that it was definitely fate that had sent him to this neighborhood. This kid needed someone to watch over him.

“Well, I decided. From now on, this is my house!”

#maribat adrien agreste #maribat tim drake #adribat #miraculous x dc #dc x mlb #dc x miraculous #maribat fic

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rockislandadultreads · 2 years ago

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Book Recommendations: National Pet Day

The Cat Who Saved Books by Sōsuke Natsukawa

Bookish high school student Rintaro Natsuki is about to close the secondhand bookstore he inherited from his beloved bookworm grandfather. Then, a talking cat appears with an unusual request. The feline asks for--or rather, demands--the teenager's help in saving books with him. The world is full of lonely books left unread and unloved, and the cat and Rintaro must liberate them from their neglectful owners.

Their mission sends this odd couple on an amazing journey, where they enter different mazes to set books free. Through their travels, the cat and Rintaro meet a man who leaves his books to perish on a bookshelf, an unwitting book torturer who cuts the pages of books into snippets to help people speed read, and a publishing drone who only wants to create bestsellers. Their adventures culminate in one final, unforgettable challenge--the last maze that awaits leads Rintaro down a realm only the bravest dare enter...

Brood by Jackie Polzin

Over the course of a single year, our nameless narrator heroically tries to keep her small brood of four chickens alive despite the seemingly endless challenges that caring for another creature entails. From the forty-below nights of a brutal Minnesota winter to a sweltering summer which brings a surprise tornado, she battles predators, bad luck, and the uncertainty of a future that may not look anything like the one she always imagined.

Intimate and startlingly original, this slender novel is filled with wisdom, sorrow and joy. As the year unfolds, we come to know the small band of loved ones who comprise the narrator's circumscribed life at this moment. Her mother, a flinty former home-ec teacher who may have to take over the chickens; her best friend, a real estate agent with a burgeoning family of her own; and her husband whose own coping mechanisms for dealing with the miscarriage that haunts his wife are more than a little unfathomable to her.

It Started with a Dog by Julia London

All Harper Thompson wants for Christmas is the huge promotion she's worked so hard for—which she should get, as long as her launch of the hip new coffeehouse, Deja Brew, goes according to plan. Jonah Rogers is trying to save his family's coffee shop, Lucky Star, from going out of business, which will be tough with the brand-new Deja Brew opening across the street.

When Jonah and Harper meet for the first time after accidentally swapping phones, their chemistry is as electric as a strand of Christmas lights. He's a tall, handsome, compassionate hunk of engineer, and she's an entrepreneur whose zest for life is very sexy. They love all the same things, like scary movies, greasy food—and most of all, dogs. It's a match made in heaven...until Jonah finds out that Harper's the one about to put him out of business.

Only one coffee shop likely can survive, and a competition of one-upmanship ensues in a battle of the brews. The paws really come out when the local rescue shelter has a fundraiser where local businesses foster dogs, and patrons vote with their dollars for their favorite pup. Harper takes in an adorable old bulldog on behalf of Deja Brew, while Jonah fosters a perky three-legged dachshund for Lucky Star. As the excitement builds for who will be crowned King Mutt and king of the coffee hill, Harper and Jonah must decide if their connection was all steam or if they are the perfect blend.

This is the second volume of the “Lucky Dog” series.

Other People’s Pets by R.L. Maizes

La La’s world stops being whole when her mother, who never wanted a child, abandons her twice. First, when La La falls through thin ice on a skating trip, and again when the accusations of “unfit mother” feel too close to true. Left alone with her father—a locksmith by trade, and a thief in reality—La La is denied a regular life. She becomes her father’s accomplice, calming the watchdog while he strips families of their most precious belongings.

When her father’s luck runs out and he is arrested for burglary, everything La La has painstakingly built unravels. In her fourth year of veterinary school, she is forced to drop out, leaving school to pay for her father’s legal fees the only way she knows how—robbing homes once again.

As an animal empath, she rationalizes her theft by focusing on houses with pets whose maladies only she can sense and caring for them before leaving with the family’s valuables. The news reports a puzzled police force—searching for a thief who left behind medicine for the dog, water for the parrot, or food for the hamster.

The Travelling Cat Chronicles by Hiro Arikawa

We take journeys to explore exotic new places and to return to the comforts of home, to visit old acquaintances and to make new friends. But the most important journey is the one that shows us how to follow our hearts...

An instant international bestseller and indie bestseller, The Travelling Cat Chronicles has charmed readers around the world. With simple yet descriptive prose, this novel gives voice to Nana the cat and his owner, Satoru, as they take to the road on a journey with no other purpose than to visit three of Satoru's longtime friends. Or so Nana is led to believe...

With his crooked tail—a sign of good fortune—and adventurous spirit, Nana is the perfect companion for the man who took him in as a stray. And as they travel in a silver van across Japan, with its ever-changing scenery and seasons, they will learn the true meaning of courage and gratitude, of loyalty and love.

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casspurrjoybell-22 · 6 months ago

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The Art of Sin - Chapter 25 - Part 3

•Noir Laurent (Dark Elf & Sun Elf)

Stepping back into hustle and bustle of the market, we passed numerous stalls and tents, occasionally stopping.

We ended up buying some spicy caramelized lizard meat kabobs that we ate as we walked.

There were a few stalls that stuck out.

'Sandman' which sold 'sleepy time sand' that you sprinkled on your eyes to fall asleep and T'he Handy Man' which sold hands.

Just hands.

The owner boasted that he had every type of hand.

I had no idea why and it seemed most others didn't either.

Nikoli had personally looked unnerved which made me chuckle, giving him an innocent expression which he eyed me suspiciously.

'Needle Work' was run by a retired adventurer.

She was apart of a race of feline-humanoids called Tabaxi which resembled humanoid leopards.

Her name was Iris and she sold magic-infused yarn and knitted works that depicted local legends and maps of all kinds.

A customer near us had said that she was famous at the market for having pinned a thief to the wall with one 'well-placed knitting needle'.

She also sold piles of intricate lace doilies.

It was said that sleeping with the magic-infused lace over your face was a sure chance of waking up well rested no matter where you decide to sleep.

What intrigued me the most was 'The Shinies'.

It was a wooden barrel full of stones and other shiny objects, some rare, others semi-precious and some that were just plain shiny.

At first, it looked to be unguarded, only a flock of crows near it but it turned out the crows were the owners, one of which apparently has good business sense.

There was a skull nearby as a reminder of what happens if you try to take anything without leaving 'a shiny' of greater or equal value.

We quickly headed to 'Glem's Gold Exchange' which turned out to be a goblin carrying a bag of holding who will convert any currency to any other for a fee.

Nikoli exchanged cash for silver coins which he then gave to me to trade for a geode that I caught myself staring at.

There were a lot of other objects that I found interesting but none more so than the abundant crystals and geodes.

Unfortunately, we didn't have much to exchange for them.

I made Nikoli promise that we'd come back to get more geodes.

I also wanted to snag a few crystals the next time as well, making a mental note to go searching for 'shinies' to trade when we get home.

I was starting to get tired as another hour ticked by.

Noticing, Nikoli smiled at me, leading us through the crowd to the side next to a small tent labeled 'Totally Legit Goods'.

"Are you ready to go home?" he asked, a warm expression taking over as I yawned as I nodded.

He glanced at his watch.

"It's almost time for us to meet up with Ire at the entrance anyway. Would you like to get a bite to eat before we leave?"

I nodded again.

We merged back into the flow of people, looking for a place that appealed to us.

We went quite a ways, the entrance of the market appearing in the distance, when a smell hit me, making my stomach rumble.

I blushed as Nikoli chuckled, gesturing for me to lead the way to whatever my stomach demanded.

I was surprised when we opened a flap to a tent called 'Slurp'.

It was a dimly lit cafe of sorts, cozy sitting arrangements scattered around.

What was surprising, however, was what was behind the counter.

Units of sleek, slim refrigerators held bags of blood.

I turned to Nikoli in a panic.

"I um, well..."

"Shh, shh. It's alright Winter."

Nikoli enveloped me in a hug, stroking my hair.

I began to relax, leaning into him, my arms coming up to hug him back.

"But, w-why?"

Nikoli pulled back just enough to look down at me, meeting my eyes.

"Well," he started.

"I had wondered if this would be the case after you've developed your new abilities."

My mouth formed an 'Oh' realizing what he meant.

He pulled away, his hand coming up to caress my cheek as he looked at me reassuringly.

"Vampires need blood to survive but we don't have to drink it often. Many only feel the need to after they use their powers, the act diminishing the amount of blood they've previously consumed."

It made sense.

It sounded like the vampire version of how my people replenish our energy, just with far fewer options.

Settled down, I nodded, releasing Nikoli and glancing towards the counter where a petite girl worked, wiping down the counter.

Luckily, it seemed no one in the cafe noticed my almost-meltdown.

"So how do I?"

I gestured toward the blood, unsure on how to even order it.

There seemed to be a lot of different type of blood.

Nikoli cleared his throat.

"Well, places like this are like a normal cafe in a way. You can ask for the blood to be mixed or infused with drinks. Blood doesn't all taste the same. Different types of blood, add in different species and you'll end up taking a long time to establish a preference. Especially if you don't need to drink often."

I nodded, allowing him to lead me over to the counter.

The girl, whose eyes were the same red that invaded my own, stopped what she was doing as we approached.

"My name's Jasmina. What can I do for you?" she had a nice voice, smooth a rich.

Nikoli smiled at her, pulling me closer.

"This is his first time. Could I ask for your assistance?"

Jasmina perked up instantly, her eyes meeting mine.

"Ah, I remember my first time. Gorgon blood. It'd sounded cool but I couldn't have made a worse choice. I'm not of fan of anything with a trace of serpent blood."

She tapped a finger on the counter, thinking.

I glanced at Nikoli again, a bit nervous.

"Well, I guess we can start with the basics. Unless you want to try something crazy first? Newbies get a discount."

She grinned.

"So it'll be fine even if you choose a bad one like me."

I thought about it, ignoring the blood part. I liked the idea of trying something 'crazy' as she put it.

I didn't know what my options were, though.

"What kinds do you have?"

Excited, Jessie started listing off a bunch of blood, giving her personal input.

I tried to keep up, nodding along as she spoke.

Nikoli also gave suggestions occasionally.

It was a little overwhelming.

"... and then there's gremlin, hellhound, orc, dryad, kelpie and merfolk, plus a ton of were-blood. Anything sound interesting so far?"

I thought for a moment.

"Maybe merfolk?"

"Oh, nice choice. We've only got tropical in stock right now. I'll get you an infusion size bag just in case you don't like it."

Jasmina walked over to one of the fridges, searching for a moment before opening it and taking out a blood bag, one about the size of a juice box.

She came back, handing it to me.

"The first time should be pure blood. It's, like, tradition."

Nikoli snorted, causing Jasmina to roll her eyes.

"Okay, so maybe not a tradition but I personally think it's the easiest way to get over drinking blood. If you start out with the blended stuff then you probably won't be able to stomach it pure and, like, what's going to happen if you're in a situation where that's all you have, y'know?"

Accepting her answer, I took the bag, looking at it then to Nikoli.

I wasn't sure how to drink from it.

A bag that small might pop if I just tried to bite down on it.

"Here," he repositioned it in my hands, the part with what looked like some sort of cap closest to my mouth.

"They make them so that you can drink it from the top. Sort of like a straw."

I nodded, carefully unscrewing the cap and setting it on the counter.

My lips thinned as I looked at the blood inside, struggling with the idea now that it was before me.

Taking a deep breath, I exhaled slowly, repeating a few more times before placing it in my mouth.

I glanced at Nikoli, seeing him give me a smile, before closing my eyes and sucking, the blood hitting my tongue and flowing into my mouth.

It tasted... good.

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