#my cats name is Moosh

[afterartist]

hey i have a question

how do you get the music for your animatics and animations

sorry

All good!!

If you’re talking about just finding the audio, I’m chronically online and like to collect things like weird sounds lmao

If you’re talking about adding it to my projects:

What you wanna do is first, find the audio, either a YouTube Video, TikTok, Sound Cloud, ect ect

(also helps to search up if the audio is copy written or if the creator doesn’t want you using their audio)

Then you want to download or record that audio

(I have YouTube here as an example but things like TikTok should give you an actual download button if the creator has allowed it)

(Screen record option on my IPad (you may have to toggle this on in settings if you have an Apple device))

Then go to CapCut (that’s the editing site I use, I unfortunately can’t help if you use a different one but I’m led to believe they follow the same structure)

Create a new project and find the add audio option

Once you’ve got that hit the extracted button, it should pull up your photo library where you can add the sound from any videos you have :D

Hope that helped!!

[wrixie]

do you have any pets?

i have many pets! i have 7 cats: moosh, blossom, noodles, sven, piddle, angel and georgie! and one doggy named olive! my household (my mom and brother) also has 3 dogs: tigo, titus and miley!

[renegadealwayswas]

My girlfriend and I have been trying to tell vets for years that something is bothering our cats mouth. Well we went to a new vet and they finally figured out what’s causing him problems. He needs to have his back 4 teeth pulled. If you have any spare change you could send our way it would be much appreciated. My girlfriend hasn’t been able to work the past year due to her own health so this will be another blow to our already super tight wallet. Again even just sharing would help us out

[abimee]

people can join in on moosh and i's fanon bjt they cant add onto it. dionysus reginald the 3rd isnt some random cat he is developed in our mind and you must respect him. sorry moosh if you dont like the name dionysus reginald the 3rd for the cat i called the cat it once in a discord message and its stuck in my heaD

[catcake24]

YEAH

Name: Any nickname from my url is fine :) (not too fond of my birthname)

Time: 14:20

Zodiac: Virgo

Favourite colour: Green or Yellow

Favourite Movie: The Mitchell’s vs the Machines, bought the art book too!

Favourite Series: Currently don’t have one, but my favourite game of all time is Octopath Traveler due to the story and characters

Favourite Characters

- Deep Cut from Splatoon 3

- Sun and Moon from FNAF

- Swerve from Transformers

- Optimus Prime from Transformers

- Therion from Octopath Traveler

- Ophelia from Octopath Traveler

- Cyrus Allbright from Octopath Traveler

- Ryuji Sakamoto from Persona 5

- Apollo Justice from Ace Attorney

- Klavier Gavin from Ace Attorney

(There is more but I’ll stop at ten)

Last Song: Anarchy Rainbow by Deep Cut (Splatoon 3)

URL Story: My first username as a kid was KittyLover2000 (lmfao) and I based it off the cat theme, and the number is a lucky number for me

@marshed-moosh @sunnyinajar @shadowcatp269 @mountielle and anyone else who wants to join :)

GET TO KNOW ME TAG GAME

Name: Sol or Cero!

Time: 5:40pm

Zodiac: Virgo

Favorite color: Purble

Favorite movie: Wolfwalkers!!!! Love that film fr

Favorite series: The Owl House

Fav characters:

The Collector (TOH)

Harley Quinn (Batman the Animated Series)

Crona (Soul Eater)

Snufkin (Moomin)

Edmundo (Cuentos Espantosos)

Moon (FNAF)

Kenma (Haikyu)

Milo (Devil's Candy)

Flick (Animal Crossing)

Peridot (Steven Universe)

Last song: Brutus (Instrumental) I have it on repeat hsjshsjs

URL story: I used to have a really shitty sleep schedule hsjshssj now I sleep a lot tho lmao

Tagging: @shookethdev @chaoticgouda @little-sw33tie @eyenaku @kazzykatt @kitsvoidcorner @jess-themess05 and anyone who wants to!

[luimagines]

Something something Something Twilight and BackseatDriver!Reader riding together and being cute.

But ALSO

Twilight is riding back with Reader holding onto his waist, thoroughly enjoying himself when they arrive back at camp and they immediately have several hands helping them off Epona which Twi pouts about cause He wanted to help them off.

The conversation turns to the other heroes' Eponas and Reader's like "I'll see what I can do."

Next time they blow the horse grass, Time's Epona gets to them first with Time grinning smugly and offering a willing hand.

Then it's Warriors who looks like the cat who got the canary astride a noble warhorse of an Epona the time after.

Then a GIANT BLACK HORSE shows up with Wild waving manically from above. (Reader is quite confident that that's not Epona and the horse grass shouldn't have worked on it but try telling that to the horse.) (Fun Fact: I named my giant horse Menace when I played BotW)

Reader is pretty sure the entire situation is getting out of control when Sky arrives on a Crimson Loftwing.

They need to talk to the others about how ridiculous this is getting ...right after they get a ride from Sky of course...

(Four, Wind, Hyrule and Legend would like it to be known that this little particular competition is rigged and they demand restitution in the form of cuddles and/or kisses.)

A ride on a loftwing trumps all. It is the winning card and Sky knows it

That being said Legend might be able to bring Moosh (the flying bear thing, is that his name?)

The rest of them are out of luck. The other six have smug face for an entire week. Until Four and Wind conspire with each other to prank them so hard that they lose their confident streak.

Hyrule agree with them but will no partake. He just goes to spend more time with Reader while they're all fighting each other.

[roobierubyroobieruby]

So I was tagged by @papi-chulo-bucky/@i-pop-glitter-pills (one of the most gorgeous people I know!!) for 6 selfies of 2017!! (yes...I am wearing a Grey’s Anatomy jumper in the 3rd pic. GA is one of the loves of my life!) Anyone who wants to do this - consider yourself tagged here! But I will also tag @somethingsweet-almostkind @sarazzprime @howlingbarnes @imhereforbvcky @kaaatniss @lowkeybuckytrash @sanjariti @ursulaismymiddlename @pietro-speeddemon-maximoff @mar-gega @bionic-buckyb @abovethesmokestacks because i love you guys (and have probably missed people AGAIN because I’m terrible) and feel free to ignore this <3

[avucad0]

he should be a model

[fictionkinfessions]

Sorry to bother, Party Kitty, but on my last confession posted (bout Mumbo!!) you tagged “Oliverkin” and I probably shoulda mentioned, Oli is the content creator who plays as Mumbo!! So no kin tag for him haha, again my bad!! Thanks as always, I have no clue how you keep up with this blog I admire you <3 -#🧶🍄🐔

Ahh! Oh no bother! Thank you for telling me! That would probably be really confusing for other people not in the know! :p Lemme just *mooshes tag* yeah it's gone now!

Aww thank you!! That's so sweet of you omg! I confess I do cheat a lil by saving notes on who's name goes with what source, and what tags usually go with someone's custom tag! :P

Mod Party Cat!

[aquilacraft]

My cat's name is Millie but we can call her anything from Moo to Moosh to Mooshroom and so on

And I just called her Moopop without even thinking about it

MOOPOP!!

[buckyreaderrecs]

So Far Away: Chapter 5/?

Summary:  Bucky Barnes doing what he does best. Saving. Loving. In this particular case, the object of both is you. (Bonus: Bucky Barnes happy, healing, doing really well!) 

First chapter in series. Previous chapter. 

Chapter 5:  It’s time to find your family.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader Characters: Bucky Barnes, F.R.I.D.A.Y., Cecilia Reyes Additional tags: mostly canon compliant (Infinity War and Endgame didn’t happen, Stark Tower still exists),  she/her pronouns, more tags/characters to be added with future chapters, hero Bucky Barnes, canon typical violence, warzone/disaster zone setting, Alpine the cat, other Marvel characters mentioned but not central to the plot,  Warnings: possible triggers for anxiety and PTSD, major triggers for death of loved ones and grief, chapter 5 only possible trigger for food

Note: Please heed the warnings for this chapter; it’s a bit intense. As always, I’d love to know what you think. xo Rhi

So Far Away Chapter 5/?

The first night you'd spent at Stark Tower was forgettable in the sense that you had completely forgotten most of it. Vaguely, there was a bath, and Bucky, then bed. That was pretty much it though. So, it wasn't like the day after needed to do anything particularly special to be considered memorable. And yet, it was.

As Bucky put all the Mexican food trash into the paper Ubereats bag, you flicked through channels on television.

"Have you seen this?" you asked, stopping on Atlantis: The Lost Empire.

"I know, I know! I don't know shit about anything, but in my defence, I've been busy helpin' to save the world since I've been… good," Bucky replied, highly defensive but also still in good humour.

"Um… I just meant, 'cause it's a super underrated Disney movie. And nobody's seen it, like Hercules," you told him, holding back a grin.

"Oh… Sorry. Sam's always yelling at me," he explained, throwing the Ubereats bag in the bin and walking back over the couch from the kitchenette.

"About movies?"

"About everything," he said, rubbing his face. "He's cut up about me missing, like, all of hip-hop."

It made you laugh, which motivated Bucky to continue his bitching about Sam Wilson. "And! He thinks me and Steve should have more 'refined taste' in everything." He used air quotation marks, which Natasha Romanoff had taught him to use, much to the dismay of Steve. ("Captain America.")

"Refined taste?"

"Yeah, basically he loses it when he we like anythin' he thinks is bad. Like…" Bucky cycled through his list of favourite things. "The Fast and the Furious movies."

An image flashed in your mind of Steve and Bucky, completely decked out in their respective gear, marathoning the films, cheering at every car stunt and use of the NOS button. It made you smile, genuinely happy.

Bucky continues, "They ain't my favourite or anythin', but they're fun, ya know? He's probably just upset that whenever we get in car races it's mostly someone trying to kill us,"

"I guess that's… fair, but he's… The Falcon… that's super cool?"

Bucky grinned, but quickly shook his head. "Don't ever tell him you said that, okay? Never tell Sam you think he's cool,"

"Is it like feeding Gremlins after midnight?" you asked.

"I watched that one! And, yeah. It's exactly like that,"

"But it's not like you guys don't get to see cool things… and be cool,"

"I guess… We're used to it?" Bucky thought for a second or two, wriggled into the couch and rested his arm along the back of it. You turned to face him, legs crossed and entirely attentive. "Before the war I loved reading about what new gadgets were comin' out. Used to drag Steve to anything with tech stuff. But then, Hydra. I wasn't really conscious enough to realise I was in the future," he told you, chuckling a little to himself like it was funny. It was so nonchalant that it shocked you a little. He hadn't stuttered saying their name, or shifted to a darker mood. "Whenever I got re-programmed, I was re-trained too. Whatever advancements they made, I learnt. Meant when Shuri fixed my head up, I wasn't that inept. Got it a lot easier than Steve that way,"

"Just movies and T.V. and stuff that you missed then?" you asked, feeling like you needed to keep him talking because you'd never heard anything so goddamn interesting.

"Yeah. Hydra didn't exactly have a Netflix subscription for me," he said. You said nothing. "That was a joke. You can laugh," Bucky told you, softly nudging your knee.

"I don't know how you joke about it," you said honestly.

He shrugged. "You'll joke about all this too, one day," he replied.

No. No, I won't.

Bucky saw the conflict flash across you face.

"It's not like there isn't things that still blow my mind… Wakanda, for one," he continued, pulling you from your thoughts.

"Is it as cool as it looks on T.V.?"

"Cooler. It's gotta be one of my favourite places. And when I met Wanda… She thought I was a bit of a meatball. Never met anyone with powers like hers, you know? She's amazing. And Vision. Still don't really get what he's about,"

"So, you are friends with Wanda Maximoff but you think Vin Diesel is cool?" you asked, affronted.

Bucky laughed. "No. I think the cars are cool. The stunts! Vin Diesel seems like a jerk."

Another image flashed. Someone in the world, Vin Diesel, knowing that The Winter Soldier thought he was a bit of jerk.

Bucky watched you laugh.

"Come on, then. What's this one about?" he asked, turning back to the television.

"Atlantis-"

"Underwater city? I'm in."

That's about where you realised that Bucky Barnes was a massive nerd.

It took Bucky ten minutes to tell you that you needed to keep warm, putting the knitted blanket over you. It took twenty to have him scoot closer to you, his arm still on the back of the couch, behind your head. About half an hour in, Bucky said, "Yeah, this is better than Snow White. I love this little mole guy."

Bucky was watching, listening for any signs that the lack of conversation had given you time to think, to spiral. But, it hadn't. Atlantis was a comfort movie for you, a distraction. He could see you smile and frown along with the characters.

"It was pretty obvious that this was gonna happen," Bucky said at the high point of the plot twist. He was aiming for a reaction. You looked at him fast and dramatic. "I'm good at picking the bad guys. Kinda my job."

At the rolling of the credits, Bucky asked, "Ice cream?"

As he put a collection of Ben and Jerry's on the counter top, Bucky caught himself in a sudden realisation. He was keeping you busy. Eventually, you'd notice, or the day would carry on and bedtime would come; the quietness between 'goodnight' and sleep would crush you, pushing from you anxiety and grief. But first, Bucky thought, ice cream.

"Half Baked," you said. Bucky handed you the pint and a spoon.

You watched him open the Strawberry Cheesecake, Cherry Garcia, and Urban Bourbon. "Variety is the spice of life," he said grinning, his voice a strange mocking tone, like he was parroting someone you'd never met.

"I genuinely don't know where all that food goes,"

"In here," he answered, lifting his shirt and patting his tummy.

"Yeah, but like, do you have one of those trash compactor things that mooshes it all down super small?"

Bucky laughed. "Maybe. Who knows what's going on inside 'ere."

You were sitting on a bar stool, leaning against the kitchenette's counter. Bucky put the spoons in the dishwasher and the uneaten ice cream away. He liked things in their place, you noted.

"So," he said, too casually. It felt, correctly, like a lead up. "How are you feeling?"

"Full," you answered, honest, but also not really.

Bucky looked at you, nodded. "What else?"

You dropped your gaze, breaking eye contact. A nervousness grew in you, the gatekeeper to all the bad. It was telling you to flee - answering the question wouldn't be nice. You could tell that Bucky wouldn't change the subject though. He could wait in that silence all day for you to speak.

"I…" you began. "I don't know. There's just… a lot,"

"Yeah. That makes sense. There is a lot… Probably good to start telling me about it." When you said nothing to that, he added, "Or someone else. We can-"

"I feel guilty," you blurted out, partly to stop him suggesting you talk to anyone else, partly because the gate was opening and the guilt as behind it in abundance. Bucky nodded like he already knew what you were going to say, and what you meant. "I… I'm here. Where I'm more than safe," you said, looking around at the suite. "But I haven't done anything to deserve it-" Bucky went to say something but stopped himself. "I'm not the most hurt, or the most useful person to save or anything like that. And then, I haven’t even looked-" That was it. The tears began to stream down your face, heavy and hot. You could feel them pooling in your shirt somewhere. The sentence you started was lost, completely drowned out by sobs.

Bucky remained composed. He fetched tissues from the bathroom, took it upon himself to clear your face, ready for the next wave. It arrived immediately. "Come 'ere," he said, pulling you into him. There would be wetness and snot all over his hoodie when you would eventually move, but you didn’t think of that in the moment and Bucky really didn’t care. He stood between your legs, rocking you gently on the stool for a minute before you spoke again.

"I haven't even looked for anybody," you said, so softly and so painfully that even priests in confessional booths would have hung their heads.

"How could you?" Bucky asked.

During the time before his head was really put back together, that is what everyone did with him. They challenged Bucky's questions, forced logic on him, rending much of the harmful conclusions he'd drawn about himself incorrect. It was a good strategy and he'd learned it well.

You half shrugged and kept crying. A cycle had begun in your mind. You were crying because you felt guilty, but that made you feel selfish and stupid. You thought you should be crying for other people. All of that, of course, made you feel more guilty, starting the cycle all over again. But maybe that cycle was easier to loop on than any real feelings of grief and loss.

"When were ya meant to have time to find people? Couldn't do it in the refuge centre. Too much goin’ on. And your hand was smashed, probably killin' you. And like Doc said - in shock," he said, paused, waited for a response.

Bucky's hands were moving up and down your back with enough pressure to calm you sobs into softer hiccups and sniffles.

"Yeah?" Bucky prompted. You nodded and shrugged simultaneously. "Okay, so, couldn't have done it on the way here or last night. You were exhausted. Could hardly keep yourself upright. Ain't much use to anybody like that."

You covered your nose with a tissue and sat up. Even if he didn't care, you didn't want him to see you with a face covered in snot. Bucky had the tact to look away while he continued. You listened as you wiped your face clean.

"This morning, whisked ya away to Medical. Then force fed you some food. And now, we're here. So, if you're asking me, darlin', not too sure when you think you were meant to do all this people finding, you know?"

Bucky could see it in your face that you knew he was right. When you nodded, saying, "I guess," he felt completely victorious.

You drank the glass of water Bucky poured for you, then took a breath in, two, three, out, two, three.

"Okay," you said, voice almost normal.

"Okay," he repeated in solidarity.

"Can we find them now?"

…

The room was definitely not for civilians, but nobody stopped Bucky from walking in with you. It was a buzzing hub of activity and urgency. Voices spoke fast, people moved faster.

"It's kind of like a command centre," Bucky tried to explain. "Whenever there's a threat, we have a response team that do… I guess what would happen if there was an earthquake or somethin'. Search and rescue. Coordinating relief."

You nodded and stayed close to Bucky's side, not wanting to get in anyone's way.

"Sergeant Barnes," a very tired woman greeted.

"Hey. I'm really sorry to-"

"No time for that. What can we do for you?" she cut him off.

"Finding people that were in the attack zone," he replied.

"Everything we know, F.R.I.D.A.Y. knows. Integrated systems. Find a computer, preferably not in here, and ask her. Anything else?"

"No. Thank-" but she was gone.

Bucky hooked an arm around your waist and walked you back to the elevator.

"She was amazing," you said.

Bucky grinned. "Never met her before, but yeah, lot of people like that around here."

On a floor of the tower that was much calmer, Bucky and you sat in what you supposed was some sort of crazy high-tech boardroom.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y.?"

"James,"

"Oh, it's James now?"

"Yes. How can I be of assistance?"

The first step was making a list of everyone you knew who lived or worked in the part of D.C. that was affected. You named them, confirmed through social media accounts and DMV records.

"Do you guys have access to, like, everything?" you asked Bucky.

"Probably shouldn't answer that," Bucky replied, winking.

Step two was all F.R.I.D.A.Y. "I work fast, but I'd like to check my work, Y/N," she told you.

"If you can, can you check with-" Bucky went to ask.

"First responder reports?" F.R.I.D.A.Y. asked.

"Must be the day for being cut off by women smarter than me, huh?"

"I could be mistaken, James, but isn't that every day?"

Bucky laughed, looked at you for back up, but saw you staring at screen in front of you. The list of names.

Once you'd actually made it, you realised there were likely less people to find than you first though. Your housemate, Lucas, was a bike courier. He may have been out of the zone, 50/50 chance. Elizabeth, your best friend, lived on the next block over. She was home when the attack happened. You were watching her Instagram live; she was feeding her pet snake, Salem. Then, the girls at the hole in the wall café you worked at, Glory. You didn't know who was shift, so you listed all five.

There were more, but felt like naming everyone you knew would be greedy somehow. Bucky said, when you were ready, you could look through the list of the deceased. Even hearing the phrase made you feel sick though.

"Do you want to wait here?" Bucky asked.

You turned to him, ran your hands through your hair. "I don't know… I can't…" but whatever you couldn’t, you couldn’t even articulate.

Bucky nodded. "How about we get some fresh air? When we get back, F.R.I.D.A.Y. will have something for us?"

…

Out on the street, everything was loud. The whole back-in-reality thing really took you off guard. Seeing the city from the top of the Tower was different to this.

"I got ya," Bucky said, coming to walk right by your side. You looked over at him, and he offered his hand. You immediately accepted.

As you walked by multiple cafés, you wondered if Bucky had a favourite, or maybe there was a secret superhero club behind a hidden door in an inconspicuous bodega or Chinese restaurant. Alas, earwax - no such luck. Bucky held the door of a standard looking café open.

The guy behind the coffee machine nodded. "Buck,"

"Hey, Gee,"

"Seen ya's all on the news. Everyone okay?" Gee the barista asked, the genuine concern evident in his tone and expression.

"Ah, yeah. You know - nothing they can't handle," Bucky replied; you suspected it was the party line.

"Good, good. What can we get for ya then?"

"Don't worry about it, bud. I'll jump in line."

Gee shook his head and smiled as Bucky took his place in the queue to order. "You wanna grab a table? Or wait with me?" he asked you.

"Stay," you replied, stepping closer to him.

While you held your body in a way that shielded your broken bones from people's paths, it was easy being close to Bucky. He was probably very accustomed to being around the injured, so never accidentally hit the cast. You were grateful.

Bucky reached out and curled hair behind your ears, then leaned in to kiss the top of your nose. It was intimate, and brought solace. It was also very public; as he moved away, started greeting the girl at the counter, you realised there were more than a few pairs of eyes on you. Turning from the room, you stood closer to Bucky and listened to their conversation.

"You know I can't tell you that," Bucky said, leaning against the counter like he owned it.

"But, like, it's over, right? We won?"

"Tiff, would I be standing here if there was something else I could be doing?"

Tiff nodded, made a face like she'd been let in on a state secret. "Hmmm," she pondered for a second. Then, with pep, "So, the usual then? For one of Earth's mightiest heroes?"

Bucky rolled his eyes at her. "I hate you," he joked before looking at you. "What will it be?"

You hadn't really thought as far as ordering. Already feeling self-conscious and spaced out, the burning in your cheeks was getting hotter.

"Thinking maybe a pot of tea to share?" Bucky suggested, casual, but also sending you a quick wink - he was saving you again.

"Tea's great," you said.

After ordering, Bucky chose a couple of oversized armchairs by the window to sit in. He let you breathe, let you stare through the glass and people watch for a long time. He answered messages on his phone, checked in with Steve while you daydreamed. So deep in thought, or maybe just completely zoned out, you didn't even notice Bucky had made a call, or that the pot of tea had been placed on the small table between you.

Bucky said your name, but you failed to move. He reached out, tapped a knuckle against your knee. You gasped, felt your heart skip a beat.

"Sorry!" he said immediately. "Didn’t mean to scare you…"

"No, it's alright. I'm just… um,"

"You're alright, darlin'. How do you take your tea?"

It was a simple enough question, but you looked down at the table like it was all alien.

"Maybe you can make your own," Bucky said, pushing the tea tray closer to you. "Give you something to focus on. Bring you back down to earth."

…

Although you were hardly touching your tea or the cookies the staff brought over as a gift, Bucky let you sit for much longer than what anyone normally would. It was starting to get dark, the café closing around you, when you finally seemed to become aware of the rest of the world again.

"Oh. Should we go?"

"Sure," Bucky replied, standing and holding his hand out again.

After thanking everyone, you were out in the city, walking back to the Tower.

The silence that existed between you and Bucky was a comfortable one, but the closer you got to your destination, the more nervous you felt. Something in your mind snapped, told you to try to be normal. So, you started to talk. Fast. And a lot.

"Do you all go there? Like, the Avengers? It was nice. They really like you. The cookies were good-"

Bucky cut in, stopping you more than actually wanting to answer. "It's easier to go to the same places. The novelty of us eventually wears off," he told you.

"Yeah, people don't really stop staring, do they? Must get tiring, having everyone watch you all the time. And treat you different." You internally begged yourself to shut the fuck up.

"Guess I don't really know what 'normal' would be… Don't like people giving me free stuff all the time though. Don't need it. Not really a skip-the-line type of guy," he said.

You wondered how much charity he needed after Steve brought him back into the fold. Instead of asking about that, you thankfully went with, "Must be nice sometimes though?"

Bucky thought for a second. It was one of the changes in personality he experienced after Hydra. Bucky in the 30s and early 40s was a little bit of an attention seeker, a true lover of the limelight. Not so much anymore. He thought of you then - how you'd considered him to be a hero, and how you had needed him. How you still needed him.

"Maybe there's a couple perks."

You nodded, went quiet again. Bucky noticed that you switched between that frantic, almost manic state and scary quiet a fair bit. He rolled with it, a little notorious for the odd mood swing himself.

It was in the elevator of Stark Tower that you started to get jittery. The palms of your hands started to sweat, but Bucky didn't let go. He also tried to not seem like all of his attention was fixated on you, but it was. When he took you back to his suite, rather than the crazy high-tech boardroom, he thought about explaining why, but figured it wasn't one of the main things on your mind.

Sitting on the couch in the same place you'd eaten burritos for brunch, you pulled the knitted blanket back over yourself.

"Ready?" Bucky asked, sitting down next to you and putting a glass of water and box of tissues on the coffee table. You nodded. "F.R.I.D.A.Y., how'd you go?"

You felt sick, real deep down in your stomach. It was a pushing force, making you hot and uncomfortable. Suddenly, the blanket was too heavy and you pushed it away with a weird anger.

Bucky wanted to hold you, but he knew the sensation of feeling trapped by grief. He gave you space and braced himself for what was about to hit you.

"I'm not sure what the best order to deliver this is," F.R.I.D.A.Y. admitted. She knew the limits of her programmed humanity, and it was probably the most impressive thing about her.

"Good news first," Bucky said.

"I've located Lucas and Elizabeth. Lucas is currently residing in an apartment just outside the affected zone. It belongs to a Jacob Short,"

"That's his boyfriend's dad," you said, nodding to yourself. Lucas was safe.

"Elizabeth is currently admitted to Howard University Hospital. She has a broken clavicle and humerus, and damage to the glenohumeral joint - all to her right side. She is in stable condition."

You breathed out hard, then took a tissue to your face. You'd not even noticed that you'd started to cry.

"Glory was destroyed," F.R.I.D.A.Y. continued.

That's when you looked up from the patch of floor you'd been staring at. On the screen of the television, F.R.I.D.A.Y. had been showing you relevant things - the Facebook status geotagging Lucas at his boyfriend's family home, the rental agreement that showed who lived at that address, Elizabeth's medical records, even security footage of her in the hospital.

You shouldn't have looked up.

For a moment, Bucky didn't understand why your breathing had all but stopped. Average people don't get a slideshow to accompany their bad news. He looked at the screen. A photo, then another, showed the entire building Glory was a part of reduced to rubble.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y., maybe we don't need the show with the tell," Bucky said.

"No!" you yelled. "I need to see."

If there was information, visual or verbal, you needed it.

"I logged into WorkForce using your credentials to view the roster. Two people were working at the time of the attacks: Carly Underwood and Ellie Gilbert," F.R.I.D.A.Y. told you. Before she said it, you knew it. "I'm sorry, Y/N. Both have been put on the list of deceased. Carly has been identified officially. Ellie is pending, but using our facial recognition and matching, I can confirm it's her."

You stood up, ripping the hoodie you were wearing off. If it was too hot before, now you felt like you were made of lava.

Bucky watched you start to pace. Your expression was alarmingly flat.

"The rest of your co-workers are safe. Only a Tara Constantine was in the affected area. She was on a bus moved to safety by Peter Parker."

There was footage taken from somebody's phone of Spiderman saving bus and carloads of people.

"I used your social media accounts to create an index of known people. As far as I can tell, you do not directly know anyone else on the list of deceased."

The phrase was still making you feel sick.

Bucky mistook that as F.R.I.D.A.Y. being finished. He thanked her, asked her to keep him updated if anything changed.

"Sorry, Sergeant. There's more."

Both you and Bucky went still. What else could there be?

"Your parents, Y/N,"

"They live on the other side of the city. Probably worried about me, right?" You turned to the screen, expected to see a worried Facebook posted asking if anyone had seen you. How could telling them you were safe not be your first thought? Stupid. Selfish.

On the screen was a grainy traffic cam photo of your parents driving. It was time and date stamped.

"They're fine," you said.

"Y/N, I'm sorry… Your parents aren't on the list of deceased-"

"Yeah, because they're fine!"

Suddenly, you remembered you did call them. You were still in the refuge centre, and it took you an hour to find someone with a phone willing to share. First, you called your dad, but it went straight to voicemail. Your mum didn't pick up. Only a month before, they'd had the landline switched off. How did you forget calling?

"But using street surveillance, I tracked their car into the affected zone. They got caught in the attack-"

"No. No. They hate that part of town. I didn't even move in that long ago and they already hate it. There's no reason for them to be there," you said, angry. No reason… except you.

"I checked through unidentified photographs-" she tried to continue, her voice noticeably more robotic than Bucky had ever heard it. He was grateful to have her then.

"The what?" you asked, confused and flustered and still feeling so fucking sick.

Bucky sighed, figured he should explain that one. "It's the same as natural disasters… When they find bodies, move them to try to identify them, they make a catalogue of photos to help. F.R.I.D.A.Y.'s saying she checked through them,"

"So? They're fine,"

"Our facial recognition and matching have a 100% accuracy record, but… I could be wrong," F.R.I.D.A.Y. said.

Bucky knew she wasn't, and was discomforted by her attempt at gentleness.

"Wrong about what?" you spat, already knowing.

"I believe your parents have passed away,"

"Show me," you said.

"Y/N, I-" from Bucky.

"Show me!" you yelled, moving to the screen, standing so close you swore you could feel the electricity buzzing from it.

The photographs from traffic cams were still up, static. You stared them down, waiting.

Bucky walked to you, stood behind you, held his breath.

F.R.I.D.A.Y. didn't speak again. She showed you all the photos of your parents she had found to base her conclusion on. The reach of her skills became apparent and terrifying. There was no way she and everything she could do, was legal. As photos from private accounts, devices, and websites flashed up, along with dozens from the DMV and work place IDs, you felt all the heat you'd brewed up drain from you.

Your body began to meltdown - you needed to pee, your mouth went dry, and earaches formed out of nowhere. It felt like you were being stabbed in the lower back. None of it made sense.

The screen went still again.

"Show me," you said once more.

Two overexposed photographs appeared on screen. Both were framed similarly - head shots of undeniably dead people. Also undeniable was the fact that they were the corpses of your parents.

"Turn it off," Bucky said.

The screen went black but you didn't look away. As long as you stayed there staring, the image wouldn't fade. You could see them in your mind. You could see the indent in your father's head, skull visible. You could see the blood on your mother’s face. Tape held their eyelids closed.

"Y/N," Bucky whispered, standing close. He waited for a response. Time was ticking by excruciatingly slowly. "Y/N, I'm gonna help you to bed," he said, but you flinched, so he stopped moving towards you. "Okay… That's okay. You can stay-" but before he could end the sentence with 'here,' you screamed out a guttural cry that mutated into sobbing.

Very quickly for Bucky then, time sped up again. It was moving too fast though. Your legs gave up, and he caught you only just before hitting the floor. You crawled out of his arms, along the floor, dry heaving between sobs and yelped of pain as you ignored the fact one hand was crushed. In the couple of seconds it took him to work out if you were going to throw up, you did. You puked all the Mexican and tea you'd had, then continued to crawl, making it close enough to a wall that you could lay on your side and lean against it.

Bucky knelt in front of you, tried to pull your hair into the tie that was usually around his wrist. Once successful, he went to retrieve a cold, wet wash cloth. He wiped your face but gave up when the sobbing seemed to get louder. He could make out words sometimes. For the most part, there was nothing coherent in your mind to articulate. You curled up into a ball, switching between deep sobs and outright screams.

Eventually, it all subsided into an even crying but you stayed in a tight ball. Bucky sat beside you, pressed close enough that he could feel each movement you made. After hours, once you'd gone quiet, Bucky whispered, "I'm gonna look after you, Y/N. Promise."

Chapter 6 coming soon...

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[husbandograveyard]

matchup for @mooshs-crack-headcanons​

My name is Paul (online mostly known as moosh) and as of right now, I'm 22 (going on 23 in December) I am a chaotic bisexual, like I'm sure I've stated before I like girls who are smart, witty, and reeaally break my ankles if the wanted too, and I like my men simply: dumb (not like extremely nonfunctional dumb but dumb enough to tell me stupid corny jokes and would be willing to spend late night with me telling me the most craziest dumbass shit.) I got the mediator personality type, which I definitely see in myself. My zodiac sign is  sagittarius. I'm around 5'7, small man hands, blue eyes, red hair, stick like stature, and a bit of a round face? Well, my hobbies...besides being a depressed bastard, I like to read, write (duh), and I like occasional walks just to take in scenery, now that much now but I really like swimming (just not the struggle with swimwear part of it) Fun fact about myself: I can fit into most any cabinet. Favorite foods: I'm unhealthy so ramen and coffee are my fuel. Favorite colors: I like light blue and white, even better when together. I like cats but also I have an affinity for goldfish. Arachnophobia, little bit of Autophobia for my phobias. One day I'd just like to have full acceptance throughout my family, but unfortunately I don't see that happening anytime soon. I really like head pats and shoulders rubs or anything else that helps ebb away my dysphoria.

Hi Moosh! I tried not to hard to rely on things I already knew... and yet, I match you with... 

OTP: Shanks 

I really tried to not be biased, but man, what can I do when this red-haired disaster turns out to be the absolute perfect match? Shanks is the epitome of the description ‘dumb but dumb enough to tell me stupid corny jokes and would be willing to spend late night with me telling me the most craziest dumbass shit ‘. Shanks can do it all: the stupid corny jokes, the drunken ramblings, but also the deeper conversations talking about everything and nothing, and the sudden life advice that you never asked for but comes at the exact right time you need it. 

Shanks is great at getting rid of insecurities without doing a lot specifically to work on them. He treats you as truly an equal in the relationship and well almost everywhere else. He’s got that perfect mix of being protective, while still letting you enjoy all your freedom. 

Dates are pretty lowkey, but that does not make them any less nice. Long walks just to get a great view with a bottle of Sake, an arm around you as you either talk for hours or sit together in a comfortable silence. 

Parties are a big thing as well, and while he respects all your boundaries and will never make you uncomfortable, he will try and drag you out onto the dance floor every once in a while. He’s not really got at it, but the silliness of it all makes him happy, and can make you laugh. If you’re too embarrassed, just hide your head in his chest. It’s all part of his plan. 

Runner up: Hina 

Next up in the category smart women who could probably break your ankles if they wanted to! 

Hina definitely is the more dominant one in the relationship, and it provides a whole new sense of adventure. She likes picking the places, dates and such, but will leave you room for your own plans as well as surprises. She likes surprising you every once in a while, showing up in the middle of the day even though you could’ve sworn she was too busy and you’d have to miss her for a couple of days. 

Dates include little cafe’s, preferably ones that have some sort of library combination with them, going out for dinner or walking around in the city. While she does enjoy the sea and nature, after being on a ship for a long time she kinda wants your presence and see some other humans that are not marines. 

Why she’s only the runner up: Mostly because an introverted personality would be hard to get her attention. She tends to notice those people who stick out more easily. 

BrOTP: Jinbe

A fish uncle for best friend! Honestly, Jinbe should be everyone’s best friend! 

Jinbe is the one you can always turn to for great advice. Not only does he somehow always know what to say to make you feel better, he also seems to know the most reasonable solution to every problem. He’s great at grounding you and making you see the forest through the trees. 

When you just need a listening ear, or just need any affirmations, Jinbe will provide! If you just need some distraction, he will provide just as gladly! He’ s not really too adventurous, preferring well-known places and people to surround himself with, he knows so many of them, there never seems to be a boring day with him. 

He reads the room and you very well, and knows when it’s time to shift the mood to make you feel at your best and most comfortable. Oh, and he makes an amazing wingman! 

[recklessrex]

I've talked at length about Sullivan, and I know I still need to flesh out those bullet points, but for now please allow me introduce you to some of my other Cats OCs

I've got quite a few, so to keep this from getting super long, I'll break it down into parts.

Part 1: the "Alleycat Triplets"

(not actual triplets, just always together)

Persimmian

(per-SIM-mee-an) Not "persimmon." Persimmian. An intense, short-tempered alley cat that values looking tough, but mellows somewhat with adulthood.

Doesn't put up with your bullshit

Stubborn, proud, and irritable

Used to be more aggressive and violent than she is now

Has mellowed but is very much not mellow

Resting bitch face

Vigilant and alert

Mind always racing

Excellent tactician, but poor long-term strategist

Lives in the moment

Must do something with hands

Lots of arm-crossing as a result

Intense serious business mode

Enjoys joking and messing around in down time

Sense of humor is mostly dry sarcasm, mockery, and blunt insults

Will laugh at your misfortune, but not at your pain

Loves her two best friends dearly but is too proud to say it out loud

Became the leader of an alleygang in mid-adolescence that was once the Jellicle's closest neighbors

Demi

About Munk's age (used to consider him a rival)

Lean and athletic

Soft medium-length fur

Colorpoint with a little bit of diluted orange in the points, making her technically a calico colorpoint

Deep blue eyes

Floofy tail

Nickname: Persi

Scaramouche

(skahr-ah-MOOSH) Member of Persi's gang and one of her two BBFs.

Also acts tough, but more as a job or for fun

Actually a laid-back goofball

Calm and nonchalant

Believes he's not smart, but has more common sense than Persi or Crash

Sees the bigger picture

Almost impossible to get him down or get under his skin

Forgives easily

Bores easily too

Master of casual snark and playful teasing

Will fight you for fun then offer you a drink

Unshakeably loyal to Persi and fiercely protective of both her and Crash

Bi

Slightly older than Persi

Tall and slender

Short scruffy fur

Solid brown

Scar crossing over left eye from left forehead to upper left lip, causing a slight sneer

Bright yellow-green eyes

Blind in scarred eye, but very good at hiding it, even Persi and Crash sometimes forget.

Sometimes slurs when excited or upset because of his damaged lip

Nickname: Scar, and he's so proud to finally have the scar to go with his name

Crashendo

(kraa-SHEN-doh) Member of Persi's gang and the final member of the alleycat BFF trio.

More openly kind and friendly than his friends

Still very good at posturing and intimidation when the situation calls for it

Acts generally chill and care-free but secretly worries a lot

Fast learner, good memory

Technically the smart one, even if he's not always wise or sensible

Pays attention to the details

Brings the sass

Loves rough housing and acrobatics

Sensitive and empathic

Will gladly listen to your life story

Will also gladly tell you exactly why you suck

Intensely loyal and faithful to Persi and Scar, whom he considers his soulmates

Demi/Bi

A bit younger than Persi and Scar, closer to Tugger's age

Small and sturdy

Short smooth fur

Silver bengal-like markings

Warm golden eyes

Nickname: Crash or Crashie

All three:

Are almost never apart

Might as well be literally chained together because it wouldn't even bother them

Have no patience for idiots, bullies, or people that threaten or hurt the other two

Have called Munk "Tough Guy" since adolescence

No they don't remember which one of them called him that first

Are the first ones that called Alonzo "Patchwork" which eventually got picked up by Macavity's gang

Used to call Tugger "R.T." and still do occasionally

Think Asparagus (Jr) is "a pretty cool dude"

And that the twins are "stealth badasses"

No they don't know what that's supposed to mean

Are a force to be reckoned with in a street fight

Less useful, but still get by, in one on one combat

Will absolutely team up on your ass

Would literally die for each other

Some pics to show what I mean by "calico colorpoint" (not Persi's exact markings):

and "silver bengal-like" (he's not actually a Bengal, just unsure what else to call these markings):

UPDATE: I've added some pics of what Scar kinda looks like. The left pic is his shade of brown and face shape, the right is my best attempt at photoshopping his scar onto a brown cat, though I realized too late I was using the wrong color for the scar, it should be a more pinky greyish kinda tan color if that makes sense...

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

[magnoliadarling]

Would you write an essay on Moosh? (Is that your cat’s name?) I like your relationship with your cat, it’s very...spiritual I guess I would say.

Omg this is the best suggestion I’ve ever gotten. I definitely will do this, thank you for whoever you are. My relationship with Moosh is very spiritual.

[ae0nx]

FRUITS BASKET ‘19 EPISODE 23 VS FRUITS BASKET ‘01 EPISODE 19

Ok! We’re finally here! We’re at the beginning of the storm! I’m so nervous... I didn’t know how to do these comparisons especially the storyline in the 2001 version not syncing up completely with the 2019 version. But I’m just gonna try and puzzle piece my way through it, ‘kay? :)

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Also, just some notes that I wanna state about the 2001 version so I don’t keep repeating myself for the next 2-3 weeks:

- I love love love the opening. It breaks my heart and heals it every time I hear it and the images of the characters by doorways/windows/alleyways looking outward and always to the side of the frame is a great artistic choice and metaphor. Also, the lyrics are just simply... everything. ‘Let’s stay together always...’

- Some of the colour choices in clothing (or even the hair) that the characters have are... interesting. I definitely find myself appreciating the newer version as you can tell they put more thought into it, even if I do think the power ranger assigned colours are kinda silly. But really? Kyo wearing pastels?! No way. ...But I kinda love it anyway. Outfit Appreciation: 2.5 stars.

- I adore the music box sounding background music. It really adds a lot of whimsy to the show and kinda reminds me that Fruits Basket in a lot of its elements takes inspiration from fairy tales. 

- The English dub voices obviously sound different and in comparison to the 2019 version, you can really tell how much they’ve all matured as VAs. ESPECIALLY Laura Bailey and Jerry Jewell.

- I also adore how ridiculous and mostly comedic the 2001 version is. Which makes the later turn in the anime so much more heartbreaking and tough to watch as it comes as such a shock compared to the tone of the rest of the anime. Unbalanced? Maybe so. But on a shallow kind of level without thinking too hard, I can enjoy it.

- I love 2001!Shigure. Again, it’s a shallow choice and I don’t deny he’s a lot more interesting and fleshed out in the manga/2019!anime. I just like 20-something year old, new-father-to-two-teens-but-he’s-not-like-a-FATHER-he’s-a-’cool-older-brother’ who likes to laze around the house in his kimono and ISN’T MENTALLY TRAUMATISING THEM. Well, without meaning to anyway... AND LOOK HOW CUTE HE IS.

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Right! Let’s get into it! 

This is me knowing the future trauma I’m going to have to go through with this anime.

But in all seriousness, the 2019 version really captured Tohru’s depression a lot better. Especially with the later scene where she breaks down in front of Kyo in the bedroom. A+ crying from Laura Bailey, I really felt it this time. As I said, the 2001 version seemed like it didn’t wanna deep dive too much so I’m glad we get a deeper in look to the complexities of Tohru this time.

It might be a translation ‘nothing’, but I find it interesting that Kyo felt like he jinxed her. Especially linked with his comments to Kagura later about how he feels ‘no one should want to hang around him’. I mean we’ll get into the reasoning for this most likely in the next two episodes but you can probably guess why... Poor kitty.

(Also side note: Do you think that’s why - out of everyone that has been bullied in this anime - Kyo seemed the least affected by school bullies? Is it cos of his experience within the Sohma family and his curse, that he almost expects that everyone he meets would treat him like that? It’s interesting because Hana had the same thought process towards her own bullying but she never fought back... But Kyo did. I might just conclude this thought as it just being in his nature to fight back, but we’ll see...)

Also, 2001 giving us Kyo freaking out in cat form about Tohru’s fever was pretty funny. Man, they really did do an overkill with the transformations back then...

2001 really was not good at showing the gradual progress of Kyo controlling his anger around Tohru as much as the 2019 version. Yes, in the 2019 ep, Kyo was still annoyed that Tohru wouldn’t just relax and concentrate on getting better but my God, Kyo is sooooo shout-y and yell-y in this version! And I don’t wike it lol.

However I shouldn’t shit on the moment too much. I do think 2001 wanted to show us that Kyo saw how receptive Tohru was to Shigure being calmer and nicer and it kind of influenced him to take more of a gentle approach to Tohru later. Kyo being influenced by Shigure is... questionable... but whatever, it’s got good intentions! (I still like the 2019 version better)

Momiji with the oversized work outfit! He’s so adorable I could cry.

- I’m kinda bummed that the 2019 version didn’t include the ‘Kyo stealing leeks from Yuki’s garden’ moment. It’s a hilarious moment (especially with Yuki’s reaction) and it is just PEAK ‘it’s not stealing if you’re taking it from family’ energy that I adoreeee and stand by lol

Really, 2001!Kyo... are you five years old?

‘ 🎵And at most... I’m sleeping all these demons away...’

‘ 🎵But your ghost... the ghost of you it keeps me awake’

Kyo seeing ghosts of Tohru is both unintentionally funny and dramatic in both versions to me, I’m sorry. I’m really just a child.

Where do I start? Kyo being ever so dramatic with the goggles and the face mask... Shigure with the all-knowing troll look. 2001 really gave us some gems and I think we all tend to forget that.

Plus...

I. LOVE. THIS. BROTHER. DYNAMIC. (I know it isn’t accurate don’t ruin the fanfic going on in my head)

- Tohru being depressed that she wasted Yuki’s time and didn’t fulfill her mother’s wishes makes me wish she was more so just concerned about herself and how she’s gonna pass for herself? But it is very much in her character to do so, so I guess I’ll let it slide. And I guess Kyo said what I said in well... his own unique way of giving advice.

- But when it came to the actual soup porridge scene, I lean more towards the 2019 version. There’s so much said in Kyo’s body language and Tohru’s own inner thoughts. She’s really falling in love with him and she doesn’t even know it!!! 

THAT PEEK FROM HIS ELBOW?! COME ON!!! STOP IT. MY HEART. these dumb fuckin kids...

I loveee the 2019 porridge moment so much more, but this moment right here just ELEVATED the whole moment. It says so muchhhh without saying much at alllll and ohhhh this poor boyyyy...!!!!! It really took a fluffy moment and just stabbed me in the heart and I guess I respect you for that? Thanks...?

I’m so glad the 2019 version is feeding us in stupid made up songs. *chef’s kiss* haha

- I’m really glad that Kisa calls Hatori ‘uncle’ in 2019 and not ‘grandpa’ like she did in 2001. Cos as someone in their mid-twenties that shit was straight up offensive lol

The Momiji and Kyo moments are always so heartwarming in this version. My faves. <3

- Also I dunno why but I really liked Hatori, The Doctor Who Smokes in the 2001 anime. It didn’t make sense but quite honestly if anyone in this anime chose to smoke to let off some steam, it should be him. (Not an advocate for smoking)

---- Right! No more 2001 comparisons cos the episode that is equivalent to this part of the episode is also riddled spoilers for the next 2019 episode so... just normal review from here. ---

Why is it that Yuki’s insults against Kyo always hurt so much more?! They are both terrible to each other but for some reason, I always feel it more when Yuki verbally backhands Kyo. Maybe it’s the way Eric Vale practically venomously spits out these words or maybe it’s cos Yuki kinda has more privilege than Kyo so it feels like he’s kicking a literal homeless cat.

- Also, my poor boy! Definitely felt myself sympathising a lot more this time around to how weak he was feeling.

Lol I felt that exasperated breath. At least this time, Kyo doesn’t call Tohru’s umbrella ‘a sissy girly pink umbrella’. A minor improvement? (So, I might of watched a bit of the 2001 version of episode 24...)

...Need I say anything? <3

- HEADLINE: Shigure ships Yuki/Tohru and Kyo/Kagura? What is he up to...

- Kyo shouting at Kagura in the middle of the supermarket was a shitty move but Kagura mooshing his head in response was great... what a terrible but very entertaining couple lol

- Kagura’s ‘If I told you, you’d cry...’ is giving me all the heart pain. How many times can I say that I’m not ready...

I’ve seen people in the tag compare this moment to his porridge moment with Tohru and while I agree, it does seem like Kyo just naturally wanted to help Tohru compared to Kyo feeling obligated to hold hands with Kagura. But errrrm.... I just think Kyo is a good kid haha. And while I do think he CLEARLY holds Tohru in a very treasured and locked away place in his heart, he just doesn’t like it when girls cry around him and will do anything to stop it. I also think he does care about Kagura, and that he’s more so annoyed that Kagura doesn’t seem to get that he won’t love her in the way she loves him (and well... her being a tsundere lol). But I could be wrong! I’m a walking manga amnesiac as always...

*HIGH PITCHED SCREAMING*

Talk about FINALLY. They really named the episode that and made us wait until the LAST SECOND OF THE EPISODE TO GIVE US THE WORDS: ‘You look well...’

What a tease.

And we’re not even gonna get into the preview for the next episode and how three words made me tear up minutes before I had to go to a party on Friday night.

Wow. This might be the longest review so far. I don’t doubt that next week’s will be longer lol. The reason why I wanted to do the 2001 comparisons will probably make more sense next week and I will also say my thoughts on the 2001 version of the events with the umbrella and Kagura and Kyo’s date next week before I go into the review.

Jeez, this took two hours to write. WHY DO I DO THIS?!

[moonvalecrossing]

Moonvale's Pokemon Commentary: #53 Persian

There is no hate for Persian allowed in this house. Do you understand?

Just for Looks:

Persian is just a big ol' meowth that lost its darker brown coloration and gained a sleeker more cat-like body. Its shiny coin evolved into a beautiful red gem. Despite its name, it's not a long haired cat. It’s more like you took a shorthaired housecat and made it somewhat bigger than the size of a cougar. It shares Meowth's normal body color so I can't really complain about much. Though I wish it had something more on it as it's kind of plain as one solid color. It's shiny however is different from Meowth. There's nearly no difference between regular and shiny Persian. It's just an ever so slightly lightly shade of yellow cream (or whitish cream due to 3D model wash out).

Now, onto Alolan Persian. Its colors are the same as Alolan Meowth, sans the tail and paws and it has a lovely blue gemstone in place of the old coin. And then there's the thing everyone hates on this poor baby about. Look at its face. I love that face. Alolan Persian doesn’t have a weird huge skull. Alolan Persian's a longer haired smoosh face kitty. Considering the species was bred by royalty for specific features, it's likely a reference to how those cats are bred to have 'cute' flat faces despite the health issues they can cause. The shiny, like its previous form's, is freaking beautiful. The dark blue grey is very, very lovely. And that purplishness of shiny alolan meowth’s tail and back paws has become more purple and makes this cute baby look like it's got eyeshadow.

You are not allowed to hate on Persian here. This is a safe space for Persian.

What's in the Name:

Persian cats. That's it. Its name is the same in English and Japanese. Bulbapedia adds that maybe purr is part of it since cats do that. But then it would be called Purrsian or something instead.

The 'Dex Says:

Standard Persian are loved for their regal air, beautiful fur, and graceful movements. However, many find them hard to raise due to their fickle nature, somewhat wild temperament, and the fact they will apparently lash out and scratch for seemingly no reason. (Methinks one of Oak's child labor minions isn't a cat person either...) It's lithe muscles and elegant body structure allows for soundless movement and it can strike in an instant. Its whiskers allow it to sense throughout its surroundings and becomes docile if these six whiskers are grabbed. Cheesus, kid. I'm gonna let it eat you at this rate. If it raises its tail straight up, this is a sign it is about to pounce. When real cats have their tail up it usually means they’re happy to see you... at least my three cats anyway. Persian just loves you and wants to tackle hug you! It apparently has a high opinion of itself, but not as much as Alolan Persians do. I think the cat hating Alolan kid is back.

The gem on its forehead, while a different color from the Alolan-bred Persian, is made of a similar material. This likely implies that Persian gems are in fact rubies and sapphires as these gemstones are the same in make up but differ only in color. Red sapphires are rubies. Blue rubies are sapphires. Fans of Persian apparently have long discussions about the size of Persian gemstones. These stones make them popular with the rich and, surprise surprise, hunters target it looking to poach the gem in its head. No wonder they're said to attack anyone who looks them in the eye in Alolan UM dex entries. They're probably scared you're gonna kill it and yank the rock out of its head.

Alolan Persian were bred to have the roundest, fluffiest faces. The rounder and plumper, the more beautiful they're seen as. See? I told you. Moosh face cat references. It is said to have one of the classiest coats. In fact, Alolan Persian tend to have coats that are softer than most high class velvets. Despite it's beauty, this pokemon is really rough thanks to its Dark Type nature. It prefers to fight with sucker punches and blindsiding its opponents and will take pleasure in torturing weakened prey rather than finishing it off outright.

Someone really hates cats over in Alola, you guys. No wonder Nanu saves so many and keeps em in his house.

It's Rating Time!

4/5 for the Standard Persian. It's not really got a whole lot going for it but its still a really nice cat.

X/5 for Alolan Bred Persian. I love it and its round face and its dark type to bits.

But Wait, There's More:

I want Nanu and Giovanni to have a Persian vs Persian battle. Let my Officer Husband and Mafia Husband do battle in glorious cat combat. That's it. I don't have anything else to add here. Enjoy this twist that two men of opposite moral standing can both love these cats, and the cop is the one who owns the dark type.

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