#my god i want a maine coon so bad

[spaciebabie]

i need to own a cat before i die. i need to own a maine coon. a black cat. and a grey one too

[gonnamurdersomeone]

CoD people as cats? I think so here we go!

Someone better appreciate this I literally took 3 pages from my fucking notebook to write all this shit down

Captain John “Bravo-6” Price

I think John would definitely be an Oriental cat if not that then probably a Burmese. Smart, quick on his feet and pretty loyal seems about right.

Lieutenant Simon “Ghost” Riley

I think Simon would be a Norwegian forest cat or a British Short hair.. for obvious reasons dude is a fuckin Brit through and through. I chose NFC becuase they are bigger types of cats and used to harsh climates

Sergeant Kyle “Gaz�� Garrick

For Gaz I chose an Abyssinian cat, they are pretty, usually have pretty eyes (like him) and are pretty smart and playful. Very Gaz coded

Sergeant Johnny “Soap” MacTavish

Johnny boy would be a Scottish Fold or a Siamese cat. They are very vocal, love people and are just a joy to be around honestly. Plus they suffer from pretty boy syndrome so… yeah

Sergeant Gary “Roach” Sanderson

Gary my baby boy, I chose an OciCat cause of his name it’s so random? I thought him being a more exotic and weird cat would fit his aesthetic. Very pretty cats too!

General Hershel Shepherd

Fucking hell I hate this dude and for that I gave him a Sphynx cat, they are mean, bald and bossy as fuck. Sound about right for mister Shepherd no?

I want to kill him

Kate “Watcher-1” Laswell

Kate one of my favorites! She would definitely be an American Curl. Very pretty cats with a unique personality and it just fits her. That or a Bombay cat I couldn’t choose

Nikolai “Gaz fell out of the helicopter again”

Nik our lovable transportation buddy, of course he would get a Russian blue there is no need to elaborate here he would be a Russian blue. Very cool cats ngl

Farah “Kilo Actual” Karim

She is so pretty and such a girl boss istg. But I’m giving the Bengal cat or an Ural Rex very curly hair and just very funny kitties, I think it fits her

Alex “Echo 3-1” Keller (Jr Price fr)

Pretty boy gets a pretty cat!!! He gets to be a Manx cat cause of the no tail (and his one leg) nahh jokes aside very pretty kitties for a very pretty boy

Phillip “Shadow-1” Graves

I hate this dude with all my atoms but he’s tolerable compared to Shepherd.. But I gave Graved an American shorthair. One becuase he’s American and two his hairline makes me wanna cry

Vladimir Makarov

I hate you so so much for what you did in MW3… but you are a character so I’m still giving you a cat. If you were a cat my guy I think you’d be an Peterbald or a Karelian cat

Andre “Alpha 2-1” Nolan

Surprisingly not a bad character imo but he could use some more character development! I’m giving him a Korat cat or a Singapura. I wish he got more development in MW3 honestly :/

Alejandro Vargas

Alejandro! Our favorite Mexican man gotta love him and the cowboys. He’s a petty boy as well so I’m giving him a pretty chill and cool cat as well. A color point shorthair, not necessarily a *breed* per day but still he deserves a petty kitty

Rodolfo Parra

Rudy! Another cowboy we love what a gentleman <3 I’m giving him an Egyptian Mau kitty, it has spots and I think Rudy would be a spotted kitty. Very good boy

Valeria “El-Sin-Nombre” Garza

Mommy issues fr love this women. I support women rights AND wrongs 💪 she gets a Donskoy or a Savannah cat. Both wild kitties to match her wild and unpredictable personality I think it fits very well

König

Anxious King gotta love them! For obvious reasons he’s a Maine Coon cat, the biggest house cat there is. For being an absolute UNIT of a man he deserves a very loyal, pretty, and big kitty. God I just wanna smother this man

Kim “Horangi” Hong-jin

Toyger need I say more? It’s a literal house tiger, his name is fucking Tiger he gets to be the tiger damnit! 😤

Darnell “Hutch” Hutcherson

Dunno the rest of these guys very well (besides Nikto) but I’m giving Hutch a Chartreux cat. I wish the more obscure characters got more attention, no they may not be apart of the MW part but still they deserve love

Nikto

I love this man with every fucking atom of my body. My baby boy deserves the best cat in my opinion the Lykoi. Very cool, funny and amazing cats one of the best he’s just a goober I wanna pet him and keep him in my closet away from all the bad things

Mace

Mace heard some things about you here and there and decided I couldn’t leave you behind. You my friend would be an Oriental Longhair dunno why but I think it suits him

Velikan

Idk if this man is even part of the fandom? Either way I’m giving you a cat deal with it. You would be an Highlander cat if not then an Tonkinese kitty.

Keegan P Russ

Oh Keegan my dear boy, you would be a Devon Rex kitty, very smart, mischievous and overall just a joyful cat. You deserve the world my dear

Logan Walker

Ragdoll. You will get a ragdoll take it or leave or my guy. Just know I’m only adding you and everyone else because of Keegan

David “Hesh” walker

Hhhh.. hesh dude idk I’d probably give you a Havanah Brown kitty. Seems like a good fit. Unusual brown kitty for a unusual cool character

Elias T “Scarecrow” Walker

I literally know nothing about you? But I’m still giving you a cat! Uh I think possibly a Javanese cat would fit you my dude.

Alex v “Ajax” Johnson

Same with you like? I have never heard about you either but whatever. I think a Australian Mist or a Khao Manee cat would work

Alright so that’s all the CoD characters I think? I’m not sure if I missed anyone, if I did tell me and I’ll assign them in the comments or whatever.

No I’m not adding the other characters such as Diego or any other unknown Ghost team people or random background people that only have like 2 lines of dialogue or is barely even known within the CoD community.

[alaskan-wallflower]

i’ve been looking at maine coons all day because i wanna draw darry with one (after pony moves out he gets one) and ohhhh my god i want one so bad 😭😭

[dusk-nightingale]

Some RE4 characters as cats because I’m delusional

So… Resident Evil posting out of nowhere. This has been sitting in my brain for a while and I felt like sharing it so here you go

Leon

- Maine coon

- Quiet companion type

- Barely ever meows, only thrills and mrrps as a greeting

- Not too fond of being pet

- Can get VERY energetic while playing

- Rarely ever gets zoomies, but when he does you better stay out of the way because he’ll race through the entire house at impossible speed

- Slow blinks to show trust

- Please get him a scratching post, he needs his claws to stay sharp

- He only rubs against your furniture to mark territory, not much else

- He’d probably sleep near your chest, if you share a bed too bad he needs to keep you safe

- He’s very distant towards other cats, usually waits until someone else approaches him. If they do, he only thrills to talk and not much else

- Oh gosh he hates getting his nails cut. Will stay still, but will also hiss and growl throughout the whole thing

- Sometimes runs off to do his own thing, sometimes sits next to you for companionship

- I bet you can take him on a walk with a kitty harness like a dog

Ashley

- Ragdoll

- Sweetest goshdarn baby

- Meows occasionally, really softly and shortly

- Give her all the pets

- Is a bit clumsy while playing, but she’s learning!

- Has those short zoomies, like when she jumps or sprints a bit she halts and then continues

- If she likes you, she’ll give you headbutts and make biscuits on you

- She’s not a picky eater, but if you find the PERFECT treats she’ll be very very grateful

- She won’t touch your furniture. Aside from the cat hairs, she doesn’t leave much of a literal mark on your house

- Would sleep near your feet, she’s a bit too shy to sleep much closer

- She’s pretty social with other cats, most of the time she goes to other cats and is very friendly

- Doesn’t like getting her nails cut, but tries to be brave. Still lets out a little squeak at every snap

- Make sure to not leave her alone for too long, she needs friends

- She’s a purebred ragdoll, so she was quite pampered. Now she wants to explore more and go outside!

Luis

- Tortoiseshell

- Loudest and chattiest cat on the block

- Oh my god Luis sHUT UP

- Loves being pet

- Loves to play

- Watch out for his zoomies

- Shows affection by headbutting, hard. Like BONK

- Don’t give him too much catnip, he needs to lay off of it for a while

- Probably will scratch your furniture once or twice

- He WILL lay on your face and choke you when you go to sleep

- Constantly teases the other cats (doesn’t go over well)

- He’ll cry and cry and cry when it’s time to cut his nails. It doesn’t hurt, he just hates it

- He’s a social guy, but he can handle himself for a while. He can stay home alone, just not for more than a day at a time

- He prefers the indoors, it’s nice and warm, but he also doesn’t mind going for a walk outside

[undeadbetareads]

Maine Coons/ cats with Maine coon in them are one of the best cat breeds imo, and here's a list as to why (it gets more deranged as it continues):

Cuddles, my cat loves to lay on me at all times of the day

Adorable nicknames, her main two nicknames are cloud and dust bunny

Ever have a bad stomach ache/cramps, let a 11 lbs, vibrating, ball of floof lay on you. I guarantee you will feel better.

CHONCKY FEET

and those feet have little tuffs of fur that sticks out around the toe beans

They are loud as hell. My cat loves to scream at me for attention, treats, wanting to go somewhere she's not allowed.

and on top of the screams when they jump anywhere it makes the loudest bang

Idk if this is a Maine Coon thing, but my cat can tell time. She knows when it's time for me to get up (god forbid I sleep in, I get a very loud wake up), she knows when she gets treats, and she knows what time I let her into a room that the door is normally closed.

Their purrs sound like crickets sometimes

DID I MENTION THEIR FEET??? THEIR SO CHONCKY AND FLOOFY

[simstomaggie]

15 Questions for 15 Mutuals

I was tagged by my dear friends @theroyalthornoliachronicles, @historicalfictionsims and @kyriat-sims ♥♥

Are you named after anyone? My parents named me after the 2nd wife of Johann Sebastian Bach, Anna Magdalena Bach. They're both big fans of classical music, of Bach specifically, but they also really liked the name. Originally they wanted to call me Anna Magdalena, but they thought people would only call me Anna then, so it's just Magdalena today ;)

When was the last time you cried? I cry all. the. time. i think the last time was this afternoon when I saw a cute animal video on twitter. i'm a terrible cry baby, but i'll be fine after 30 seconds :D

Do you have kids? Just my two fur babies.

Do you use sarcasm a lot? Nooooo. Never. Who does that?!

What sports do you play/have you played? When I was a kid, I was in a dance group; I'm not sure what the proper name would be (we called it Jazz Dance, but it wasn't what Jazz Dance is to most people). We rehearsed dance performances that our teacher put together, loosely inspired by music video dancing in the early 2000s. I also played Handball (european handball that is!) for a while, and I'm still a fan of watching it.

What’s the first thing you notice about other people? Just vibes, mostly. There's not a physical thing that I notice most, but I usually can tell if a person is nice or not, or if i'll like them or not. i'm usually right about it, but of course... not always.

Eye colour? Green!

Scary movies or happy endings? I like both. I don't mind being scared. But for action movies, comedies, romance movies, dramas etc, i want happy endings. the world is bad enough, i don't need people to suffer just like that on my tv.

Any special talents? Literally none.

Where were you born? Germany!

What are your hobbies? The Sims, playing video games overall, making cc, reading, listening to and making music, but most of the time, i just hang out with my cats.

Do you have any pets? I have two cats: Woody (a long haired Maine Coon Mix, with heart disease) and Tigger (a short haired black cat, breed unknown) who likes to bite. Their previous owner mistreated them rather badly, so I'm spoiling them as much as i can.

How tall are you? As I read just yesterday, the same height as Nick Jonas!

Favourite subject in school? English ;)

Dream job? I used to want to be a reporter for TV news, or involved in that somehow; my dream would have been to report on US-politics. But when I interned at a tv station, it was so god awful that I decided to drop that dream. I love the job I have now in tourism, but it doesn't make near enough money to support myself 100%; if it did, it would probably be my dream job. oh well.

Since i think everyone on my timeline has already done it, please feel tagged if you haven't and would like to answer some questions!

♥

[falloutjay]

Eric x careless/troublemaker reader, reader was always a crazy kid, she felt no one really understood her, and her only real friend was Esther Stoley, Annie Knitts and Nicole. But Reader has always admired Eric and never gotten why everyone hated him (she finds both Kyle and Wendy very annoying). One day, she finds him and Butters making their next scheme, and she wants in. After an effective day of pranking, they (well Eric but reader likes Butters's company) take her under their wing. They generally start hanging out and starts to be the 'girl' of the main group (she thinks of Stan, Butters and Kenny has her brothers) and she finds Eric and Kyle's banter hilarious. It gets better (for her at least): she always defends him now (be it irrationally, rationally, verbally or physically) like: Heidi tried to warn Reader about Eric...but the poor girl leaves with a broken nose or Wendy was just upset how someone so awful, could have someone advocate for them and starts to plan to tell her about the breast cancer incident when Bebe would tell that it's Y/n and if anything, what she did to him would just make her stay more, making Wendy stop. She was also a big fan of the Coon and would just gush about how cool he was (she does like Wonder Tweek, Mosquito and Toolshed but she loves Coon the best). Everyone was pretty divsive, some people thought it was funny and teased him on it (like: Craig, Stan and Kenny), some people shipped it (like: Clyde, Butters and weirdly Nicole/Tweek), but some people were afraid of those two becoming a couple (Kyle, Heidi and Wendy). Eric is strangely 'no comment'y about all this until one day, Eric is just about to be turned into the principal when suddenly Reader in a elorate plan, knocks out the witness and pins the blame on someone else. After that's over, Reader can't take it anymore and happily asks him to be her partner/boyfriend and Eric proudly accepts and the two go on to create to create anarchy. May others pray for their safety.

Hey guys! It's me! I'm back! :D

I'm still stressed AF, but after my day was really nice, I felt super motivated to finally continue this lovely prompt, so I did.

I'm currently still in the process of moving and my exams are still not over, but I'm trying!

So I hope I can publish the next request soon and I love all you guys, thank you for all the likes, reblogs, follows and most importantly your patience! <3

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Eric Cartman x careless!troublemaker!female!Reader

“Don’t you think that’s a bit extreme Eric?” Butters asked, eyebrow raised as he listened to Erics new pranking plan. “No, it’s not at all, “eXtRemE”.” Eric retorted and shook his head.

They didn’t notice that someone approached them, listening to their plan. “W-well if you say so, I trust you, Eric.” As the fatter one of the two heard a twig snap, his head turned immediately and look at a kid from their class. What was her name again? “Who are you?” Eric asked unimpressed. “Y/N.” She answered dryly.

Butters kept looking between the two, moving his head, whenever someone said something. “What do you want?” “I want in on your plan.” “What makes you think I want someone like you in this? You normally play with the girls.”

“What does that have to do with anything. Just because I hang out with Esther, Annie and Nicole…That changes nothing about the fact that I love what you’re planning here, and I want in.” Eric seemed to think about the proposition for a second.

“Okay. I think I need one more person around here. Butters can barely do one fucking job.” So, he explained the plan to you in big detail. And in your humble opinion, it was brilliant. Once Eric had finished explaining, he looked at you with a sly smile.

“So, what do you think?” You pretended to think for a second, before an evil grin appeared on your face. “Why stop there? We can also pull a prank on the teachers and the school buses if we put in a little more effort.” “Never thought about that one before. I like your way of thinking, Y/N.”

The two looked into each other’s eyes, clearly seeing that mischievous spark in each pair of eyes. Butters watched you in horror, afraid of what he had just now witnessed. “Ohhh hamburgers.”

Y/N became a regular in Stans gang rather fast. Kenny and Stan love her to bits, just like she does. They love hanging out with her and to Kenny she’s like Karen. One thing that Y/N really enjoys is listening to Kyle and Eric's bickering. No matter the topic and no matter how loud or extreme the two get, she just sits there like it’s a cinema and the two are the newest marvel movie. Speaking of superhero movies, South Parks very own heroes are a topic ever so often too. And to Cartman’s delight, his trusted friend loves talking about The Coon. His super-secret hero identity. She would also gush about Wonder Storm, Mosquito and Toolshed but she would always praise The Coon, which is a melody in Cartman’s ears. Another thing Cartman loves about his only female friend is how she loves defending him to anyone. Be it teachers, her fellow girl friends, or anyone else. When Heidi tried to warn her that Eric means bad news, she had to visit the nurse afterwards. Y/N had detention for breaking the poor girl’s nose, but she sure as hell didn’t regret her decision. Even when she was shunned by the girls from there on.

“I just can’t believe her. Maybe she will change her mind when I tell her about the whole Breast cancer thing? You know… It could affect her too, maybe that’s wha-Wendy…” Bebe interrupted her and sighted. “You remember how Heidi was? How every time we said something mean about Cartman, she would only try harder to prove us wrong?” “Of course, I remember. How could I forget.” Wendy mumbled and stabbed her fork through her salad. “If you try to reason with her, she will just hit you with the whole “He isn’t like that”-schtick. You can’t change her mind, okay?” Bebe eyed their classmate who was happily chatting with Eric and Kenny a few tables away. “I guess.” Wendy said defeated and closed her eyes, asking herself how Eric could even make a girl interested in him.

On another table across the cafeteria, Craig and those guys were seated. Oddly enough, their topic was similar. Y/N L/N and Eric Cartman. “I don’t know why but they’d make quite a cute couple you know?” Clyde said with a smile before biting into his burger. “I know, right?” Nicole agreed and to everyone’s surprise, even Tweek nodded along. “I don’t think they’d become a thing though.” Craig mumbled lazily. “Why?” Clyde asked, obviously interested in the gossip.

“Well, Kenny, Stan and I teased him about it in History class, but he keeps saying he doesn’t like her that way.” “Aww, come on Craig, you know very well that he would never admit it just like that. Guys don’t just admit they have a crush. I’m sure he likes her. I mean, she the only one who can stand him for longer than a day.” Nicole commented, a sly smile spread across her face. “I just think the anti-Cartman fraction would rather die than see those two become a thing.” Token commented and his eyes darted across the room, looking at Kyle, Heidi and Wendy. “Well, I guess we will have some funerals to visit sometime soon.” Nicole replied and everyone at their table had to involuntarily smile.

“That’s it. ERIC. To the Principal. Now.” Mister Garrisons voice thundered through the hallways and a confused Y/N closed her locker. She let out a deep sigh, knowing something must have gone wrong with his new plan.

“Guess I gotta bust him out again.”

Knowing the way to the principal by heart she made her way there, only catching a glimpse of the in pink paint and glitter covered Mister Garrison, who kept cursing like crazy.

Y/N happily skipped past the not-occupied secretary desk and took a seat next to Eric. “I already wondered where you are.” Cartman commented unimpressed. “Sorry, I had to look at Garrison for a second. So what went wrong?” “This stupid asshole over there saw me set up the paint bomb in Garrisons locker thing.” The brown-haired whispered and pointed at the kid that was sitting across from them. “Thanks to that asshat, I will probably be suspended for some days or some shit.”

“Okay, I’ll handle it.” The h/c-haired said and got up to go over. She hovered over the boy who was looking up to her. “What?” He asked annoyed. “You’re Jonas Miller, right?” Y/N asked with the sweetest voice she could manage. “Yeah, what makes you care?” He asked, before a fist connected with his face. Surprised by her own strength, he seemed to be dazed and fell onto the other chairs.

“Y/N, what the fuck?” Cartman cried out confused. “Fast, hit me!” She said, not fazed at all. “What? Why?” “God, just do it!” Trusting his mischievous partner Erics fist landed on Y/N pretty face and he even felt a hint of remorse. “Good punch Eric. Now the other side.” Once again, trusting his opposite, he did what was asked. Despite now feeling rather woozy, Y/N grabbed Jonas and laid him down in a different position. She then made Eric kneel next to her and hold her.

“If you ever tell anyone I cried, I will tell everyone about your dirty little secrets, yeah?” Eric nodded, somewhat intimidated, and impressed, watched her do her best to cry heavily.

Hearing the blood-curdling scream, Mister Mackey and the secretary came running, looking at the scene before them. Mister Mackey immediately made sure that everyone was okay, before asking the roughed-up Y/N what happened. With a trembling voice, she answered: “J-Jonas over there did the prank on Mister Garrison and-and tried to pin it on-on Eric. So, I c-came here t-t-to tell everyone t-that Eric was with me t-the whole time. When Jonas n-noticed that, he hit m-m-me and Eric punched him, to-to help me.” The now fully awake again Jonas looked at the girl in horror. “N-No! That’s not the story! I- I DON’T WANT TO HEAR IT, M'KAY?!” Mister Mackey interrupted him. “Hitting an innocent girl?! Jonas Miller, you will have to face the consequences!” Y/N still held up her best puppy eyes and Mister Mackey finally turned to the two troublemakers. “Eric, will you bring Y/n to the nurse, please. I will bring Jonas to PC Principal personally, m'kay.” Eric nodded, somewhat petrified, and guided Y/N along the corridors. He felt shocked. He didn’t know why. He never felt this scared before.

Once in the nurse’s office and after Y/N was handed an icepack, she was the first one to speak, once the nurse left them alone.

“You’re so quiet.” She commented dryly. “Thank you.” “For what?” “Getting me out of there. I never- It’s fine, okay? Don’t worry.” Silence fell over the two once more. Y/N just enjoyed the cooling ice on her burning skin and Eric still felt thankful for what she did for him. For him. And no one else. She would have never done this for Kyle. Not for Kenny. She did it for him.

“Hey Eric?” The boy next to her nodded. “You know I wouldn’t have done this for anyone else right?” Eric nodded once more. “Can I ask you for something?” “Of course.”

“You know, I like you a lot. So, would you maybe like to be my boyfriend?”

Bonus:

Eric gave no answer. He just slowly intertwined his fingers with hers and that was answer enough. “Are your cheeks red from blushing or is it from me hitting you?” “Maybe a bit of both.” She laughed and to Eric, it was the most beautiful sound he ever listened to. His girlfriend’s laugh.

Kyle was doing his math homework and started to get annoyed with the harder and harder becoming questions. A vibration ripped him out of his thoughts. He fished for his iPhone without taking his eyes off the paper and unlocked it. The contact read “FATASS” and it was a picture. Kyle's eyes widened in horror as his eyes scanned the picture. It was a picture of a list with dozens of prank ideas. The caption was what truly terrified him. “Me and my GIRLFRIEND brainstormed a bit, hope you’re ready Kahl <3”

Kyle felt like crying. Not only because of his math homework but also because his worst nightmare became a reality. Cartman has a Girlfriend. And it was no other than the infamous Y/N L/N.

[angelbytz]

Dream SMP AU pt.1

We’ve all seen the superhero AUs and I wanted to make my own. Miraculous Ladybug crossover but with a twist (kinda, not really). All of the characters act completely different as Miraculous holders. Also, this AU takes place in secondary school because why not. Warning this is very long and had to be split into multiple parts so hear are the first five.

Tommy: If you asked Tommy if did wanted superpowers he would one hundred percent say yes. But it comes at a great cost. Tommy is given the cat miraculous and a costume that has cat ears, eyes and tail and he really contemplated becoming a hero if it means being called a catboy. But after he gets the cat miraculous he feels an overwhelming sense of responsibility and takes his role as a hero very seriously. Tommy is more fight first ask questions later in this AU, the talkative, brash and sometimes childish persona is replaced by an intimidating sharp tongue and a cool, kinda cold demeanor. His alter ego, Maine Coon, is known as the serious, logical and edgy member of the main duo - but is very cute and fluffy, hence the name. He still likes to crack jokes, comes of as cocky at times and often insults Hawkmoth is the middle of battle. Maine Coon is extremely reckless and impatient, not wasting time and gets straight into the fight. No one connects the dots that Tommy is the tough, badass, take-no-shit superhero. Certainly not his partner...

Wilbur: He always felt like a big brother to Tommy and after receiving the bat miraculous he is put in a weird place. Wilbur has always been protective over Tommy but now with his bat miraculous (is instead of the ladybug) he feels protective over everyone. The hero Pipistrelle is an overwhelming positive figure in the city. He always puts his own life at risk for others, sacrifices himself and fights all the bad guys with a cheerful smile and endless hope. Making sure that all citizens feel safe, calm and protected. He sometimes acts innocent and immature as ploy to get people to underestimate him and see him as a happy-go-lucky moron in instead of a competent but upbeat hero. Pipistrelle is a great symbol of hope and rivals Maine Coon in a way that makes a great team. While Maine Coon is very impulsive, Pipistrelle always analyses the situation and figures out how to beat the villain. Maine Coon is the brawn and Pipistrelle is the brains. He interacts a lot with the public and coaches the new heroes like...

Tubbo: A massive fan of the superhero duo that is given the chance to be a hero. A lot of different things - fear of identity being revealed, the responsibility, wanted to impress the heroes, being under the public eye and most of all not wanting to be akumatised - made Tubbo adopt a strange identity. He became the hero that no one would try to mess with and never showed weakness. Basically, Tubbo took the logical part of his personality and turned it up to eleven. Bumblebee is an extremely intelligent, brave and most of all emotionless hero. He never shows any emotion or vulnerability and is well known for playing psychological games with the villains. If a villain sees this 5′5 boy dressed in a cute little bee outfit they are, and should be, terrified. Some people see him as sadistic or apathetic or ruthless but no one ever knows what he is thinking, not even the other heroes. But for some weird reason he has a great bond - or at least everyone thinks he has - with the next hero...

Ranboo: He wouldn’t consider himself the bravest person. That’s why when offered the wolf miraculous (replacing the tiger) Ranboo panicked. How was he supposed to save people? But then a villain attacked and a little boy (guess who) was about to be hurt and well... Ranboo kinda went apeshit. He immediately transformed saved the boy and with his wolf powers violently beat the shit out of the villain. What Ranboo didn’t except was everyone viewing the new hero, dubbed Tundra Wolf, as aggressive, assertive and protective. So Ranboo kinda just rolled with it, playing a confident, bellicose tough guy. Being Tundra actually helps with his anxiety as a civilian and helps him build a backbone. His persona was a complete accident unlike...

Techno: Lets face it, he knew he could never be a superhero. Techno is way to recognisible because of his hair, fighting experience and demeanor. Thankfully, in costume his hair has blonde highlights but his combat skills and demeanor are still too noticeable. So what did Techno do? He decided that he cannot act like himself whatsoever. He has to talk like someone else. He has to act like someone else. He has to fight like someone else. He has to be the opposite of himself. And who is the opposite of Techno? Quackity. Technos ingenious idea is to act like Quackity. Techno is very unsure how the two became best friends but all he knows is that if he acts like Quackity his identity would be safe. The pig hero Ba Xuyen is definitely the most chaotic out of all the heroes. A hilarious, childish and a little bit sketchy comic relief hero. But Techno still has his own moments and every time he is one-on-one with a villain he either threatens them in a cryptic way or has a dramatic, sinister, improvised speech with very menacing undertones. Over time, the persona changes into one Techno is more comfortable with and feels somewhat natural and he even ends up liking his own hero persona. No one would ever compare Ba Xuyen to Techno despite the fact they look identical because the idea is just ricidulous. But Techno dreads the day his identity is revealed. He can’t even imagine what would happen or how people would reaction like...

Philza: In this AU he can either be an actual father or just an older parental figure who’s in college or something, do want you want. Phil is basically a paternal figure to a bunch of kids and is offered the crow (in place of the snake) miraculous with the power of second chance. After his kwami subtly calls him old, Phil begins to train to be a superhero and not be called old. Phil’s first outings as a hero were him playing through time, rewinding and changing little things all while completely hidden and never being seen. The heroes are oblivious and call it dumb luck. But then Phil is forced to reveal himself and fight along side the heroes and immediately all the heroes look up to him. The new hero Rook is a badass and authoritative figure despite being a man of few words. All the heroes treat him kinda like The Godfather: standing up straighter, completely silent whenever he is talking, never asking him about his private life, never questioning his orders, referring to him as sir. But they never call him old. No one is brave enough. If the media ever called him old there would be hell to pay and a lot of heroes unhappy they dare to disrespect their parental figure. Surprisingly, Rook never tried to be intimidating or commanding and often tries to be affectionate with the heroes. A few compliments, a kind smile, a pat on the back, laughing at their jokes, voicing concern after harsh fights and letting them call him ‘The Crow Father’. All the heroes see these moments as absolute blessings and brag about how they are the favorite. Even outside of the heroes, Rook is a father to the city like Pipistrelle is a big brother. In civilian form, everyone adores the hero and Tommy refers to Rook as God himself and Phil has to stop himself from either going red or laughing.

Next post will feature:

Fundy

Niki

Quackity

Karl

Sapnap

Bbh & Skeppy

[wanderingcas]

C’mon Inn destiel, 3k words. a commission for @jensenackhles, who had the most AMAZING prompt of “what if Dean and Cas stayed at an inn that kept making them go into each other’s rooms?”

. . . . 

There is absolutely no way that Dean Winchester would ever stay at an inn. Much less a bed and breakfast. Breakfast should be a hearty plate of bacon and pancakes, not unsalted egg whites with freshly-picked garden vegetables piled on top of it. And especially not topped with garnish. 

Dean full-out shudders when the innkeeper (an older woman in her fifties with greying, tied-back hair) explains the meal to him. And he would have gotten the hell out of dodge right then and there, too, if Cas hadn’t elbowed him sharply in his side.

“That all sounds wonderful,” his ex-angel partner says with a forced smile. “What time are you serving it?” 

“Seven in the morning,” the innkeeper, Cherry, cheerily proclaims.

Dean grins at Cas’s horrified face. Serves Cas right for suggesting this inn of horrors in the first place. “Bright and early, huh?”

“Oh, yes,” Cherry says. “And don’t be surprised if you hear me down in the kitchen earlier than that—I wake up every morning at five, without fail.” She winks.

Dean is beginning to see why this inn has such an open vacancy in the first place, more than the fact that there’s cat wallpaper and decorations on every inch of the walls. 

“That’s…” Cas works his jaw and forces a smile. “That sounds wonderful.”

Cherry beams. “Now, which room would you like: Tabby cats or Maine Coons?” 

Dean resists an eye roll. “Whichever is fine.” 

“And I’ll take the opposite,” Cas adds.

“Oh, you won’t—be staying together?” Cherry asks. At the shake of their heads, her face twists into a frown. “Oh dear. This inn is really for couples only. I know it sounds strange but it’s really better if guests are staying in the same room.”

Cas looks down at their bags with a face that Dean knows well: he calls it Cas’s if I don’t get into a bed and sleep right now I’m going to lose it expression. Dean leans forward onto the welcome desk and gives Cherry his sweetest smile.

“Listen, my friend and I—we’ve had a long day,” Dean says, “and all the hotels in a thirty mile radius are booked up for some god-forsaken reason—” 

“The Big Ten Championships are in Columbus this year,” Cherry pipes in.

“Okay,” Dean says, teeth clenched in a smile. “So basically, ma’am, you’re the one who’s deciding if we’re sleeping in a car or a bed. Which one is it gonna be?”

Cherry looks between them. She sighs, and holds out two keys. “Second floor. The Maine Coon suite is right when you walk up the stairs and the Tabby suite is at the end of the hall.”

Dean’s shoulders sag in relief and he grabs the keys. “Great, thanks.” He yanks his duffel bag over his shoulder, along with Cas’s, ignoring his friend’s glare. 

“Just, before you go,” Cherry calls after them, tentatively. “If you notice anything—well, strange. Just call me down here in the front desk.” 

“Strange?” Dean repeats. 

“Yes. Anything unusual.” 

Dean narrows his eyes. “Whaddaya mean—”

“We will,” Cas says impatiently, pushing at Dean’s back. “Thank you.” 

“You think we should keep our eye out here?” Dean whispers to Castiel as they climb up the narrow staircase. “She seemed kinda freaked.” 

“I don’t care if a Wendigo comes out of the closet,” Castiel replies, wincing at each step of his injured leg. “I just want to sleep.”

“Fine, you big baby.” Dean deposits Cas’s bag in front of the Maine Coon room and turns the key in the lock. “You can take this one.” He opens the door, switches on the light, and looks in horror upon the Maine Coon wallpaper and framed photos of various Maine Coon cats. 

Cas he walks through the door, eyes wide. “Do you suppose this counts as something ‘strange’ to notify Cherry about?” 

Dean snorts. “Well, you gotta appreciate a woman who knows what she likes.” He picks up a Maine Coon plush toy from the dresser and grimaces.

“If I wasn’t injured, I’d be tempted to salt and burn this room,” Cas groans, lying on the bed with mud-stained clothes and shoes and all, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Cas,” Dean gasps, dramatically covering the stuffed animal’s ears, “they can hear you.” 

Cas narrows his eyes. “Dean, as much as I typically love your antics—right now, they are very irritating to me.” 

“Which means you want me to—”

“Leave, yes.” 

“Nice way to treat a guy who carried your bag all the way to your room.” Dean picks up his own bag, pointing to Cas’s leg wound. “I’ll be back to clean and dress that thing in the morning.” 

“Fine,” Cas sighs, already turning over and pushing his face into the pillow. 

After a moment of hesitation, Dean walks to the bed and pulls the quilt over Cas’s body. “You don’t want to catch a cold, idiot,” Dean explains to Cas’s questioning look as he tucks the blankets around Cas’s shoulders.

Cas rolls his eyes, but nonetheless says, softly, “Thank you, Dean,” as Dean shuts the door behind him.

. . . 

Dean wakes in the middle of the night with a raging urge to pee. He blames it on the Gatorade that he chugged at the gas station after the hunt. He lays in bed for a minute, considering his options, and deciding that peeing where he sleeps would not be in his best interests. 

Hauling his aching and bruised body out the bed, he scratches at his bare chest and stumbles to the door of the attached bathroom. He opens it, and—

Comes face to face with Maine Coon wallpaper. 

He blinks into the dark room. Cas is snoring loudly on the bed, limbs flailed across the bed and head tilted back. Dean looks back at his own room, through the door of what he thought was the bathroom, then back at the bedroom.

“I’m dreaming,” Dean says to himself. “Either that, Winchester, or you hit your head a little harder than you thought on that damn hunt.” 

He backs up, shuts the door, and goes to use the bathroom in the hallway.

*

Cas is running a fever when Dean checks on him the next morning. He peels the bandage away on Cas’s leg, and hisses at what he sees.

“Is it bad?” Cas asks, gritting his teeth in pain.

Dean examines the deep gash and the red splotchy skin around the edges of the cut, thinking about how to put it nicely. “Well, you’ll probably lose the leg.”

Wide-eyed, Cas grabs at his thigh. “What—”

“Nah, it’s just an infection. You’ll be fine.” 

Cas flops his head back onto the pillow. “Has anyone told you that you have the worst bedside manner?”

“Maybe Sam, once or twice; but he’s a natural-born complainer.” Dean starts winding a fresh bandage around Cas’s leg. “You’ll have to rest up for a few days, get your fever down. No way we’re traveling while you’re like this.” 

“That means we’ll have to eat—” Cas winces at the pressure of the bandage around his wound, “—inn breakfast.” 

“There’s worse things, Cas. Like, for instance, having to amputate your infected leg.” Dean ties the bandage tightly for emphasis and smiles sweetly at Cas’s glare.

. . . 

“Your friend won’t be joining you?” Cherry asks as Dean picks scones off one of the many plates scattered across the table.

“Uh, no. He’s feeling sick. Actually, I should be getting some food up to him, so I can’t really stick around.” Thankfully, Dean doesn’t say.

Cherry seems put out, but forces a smile anyway. “Oh, that’s fine!” She watches as Dean piles eggs on a plate (they’re scrambled with cheese, Cas’s favorite) and a few pieces of toast. “You didn’t notice anything strange last night, did you?” 

Dean frowns at the lack of bacon on the table, or meat at all for that matter. “Strange?” he asks distractedly. 

“Oh, it’s nothing, I just—I’m just wondering.” 

“Nope, nothing strange.” He balances a plate on one hand and two mugs of coffee clutched in the other, giving Cherry a nod. “Thanks for the breakfast.” 

He’s really focused on balancing the plates, so it could just be a matter of him not paying attention; but when he goes through the swinging door of the dining room, he only has to walk a few steps when he’s once again in the hallway, right in front of Cas’s bedroom door.

“Huh,” he says to the empty hallway. Making a point to investigate that later, he walks into Cas’s bedroom to give him his breakfast.

. . . 

It keeps happening so many times the rest of the day that Dean can’t even chalk it up to distraction, or a concussed head, anymore.

He walks through his bedroom door to the hallway after a phone call with Sam only to find himself in Cas’s bedroom again. Cas goes to bed early that night, and ends up back on the porch where him and Dean were sitting, trying to get some fresh air. Dean walks through his walk-in closet door only to find Cas in the shower, who’s yanking the shower curtain around his body to shield himself.

“Something’s very wrong with this inn,” Dean says, sitting on the bed next to a dripping wet Cas.

“I didn’t even get a chance to condition my hair,” replies Cas, petulantly.

“Dude, you could have finished your goddamn shower.”

“How could I finish, when you walked straight into the shower curtain, Dean? Would you really like me to have continued washing my hair while you were—” 

“Okay.” Dean holds up a hand. “Focus on the real problem here, Cas. This inn has something supernatural going on with it.” 

Cas frowns down at his bare feet. He wiggles his toes a bit, and Dean instructs himself not to find it adorable. “Does this inn seem malicious to you?”

“No. More like it’s fucking with us.” 

“Then there’s our answer.” Cas gives him a lopsided smile. “I hardly think a bed and breakfast that likes to play practical jokes is something worth fretting over, Dean. It’s just some harmless entity. I sensed plenty like it when I was an angel.” 

Dean crosses his arms. “Well, I don’t like it.”

“You don’t like it because you presume everything supernatural is going to be dangerous.” 

Dean opens his mouth to protest—closes it when he sees the smile in Cas’s eyes. “Fine,” he says. “But if it does anything to piss me off—”

“We’ll investigate it, yes, of course,” Cas says. “Can you please leave my room so I can continue showering?”

“No shower, only a bath,” Dean says, pointing to Cas’s injured leg as he stands. “I don’t wanna have to pick your ass off the floor when you slip and fall on that bum leg of yours.”

“Okay, mother,” Cas says with a roll of his eyes. Dean sniffs in annoyance as he turns the door handle and yanks open the door to walk into the hallway.

He meets Cas’s surprised eyes when he walks right back through the closet door of the bedroom. “Son of a bitch inn!” Dean barks.

. . . 

Cas’s fever spikes in the middle of the night. Dean only knows this because when he goes to the bathroom to get himself a drink of water from the sink, he ends up in Cas’s room instead.

“Not again,” he groans, beginning to turn around, when he hears Cas’s rough voice call his name.

“Cas? The hell are you doing up?” Dean whispers in the dark.

“My leg, there’s—” Cas hisses, his words cutting off, “a lot of pain.” 

Dean forces down the spike of worry in his gut. He flips on the bedroom light and walks to the bed, where Cas has burrowed himself deep into the blankets. Putting a hand on Cas’s sweaty forehead confirms his fear. “Okay, buddy, you’re burning up. I have Tylenol in my bag, just hang on.” 

Cas nods, wincing as he adjusts his leg on the bed. Dean turns before his eyes linger too long on Cas’s pale face. He walks through the door to the hallway… only to find himself back in Cas’s room via the closet.

Dean grinds out a curse and tries again. This time, he makes it to the hallway, but instead of walking through his room, he finds himself in the middle of Cas’s bathroom. He stalks out to the bedroom and ignores the amused look on Cas’s face.

“Look, you goddamn house, I’m trying to get him some freakin’ painkillers!” Dean yells up to the ceiling. “I’ll be right back, so don’t get your panties in a bunch. Jesus.” 

“I don’t think the inn has ears, Dean,” Cas says.

Dean points a finger menacingly. “Shut up and rest, and let me deal with this.” He shakes out his shoulders, takes a starting pose, and sprints through the door to the hallway before the house can realize what he’s doing. He continues running down the hall, like an idiot, to his bedroom. 

“At least it’s providing you a shortcut,” Cas says sleepily from the bed as Dean walks through his bathroom, Tylenol in hand.

“This inn is an asshole,” Dean replies. “Sit up.” Parking himself at the edge of Cas’s bed, he hands Cas two small Tylenol tabs and a plastic water bottle he found at the bottom of his bag.

Cas eyes him as he drinks the water, his throat a long column as he swallows the pills. “Don’t make that face.” 

“What face?”

“Your worried face. It makes me worried.” 

“So your leg got clawed to shreds by a ghoul, you have an infection, and you want me to not be worried? Is that what you’re sayin’?”

Cas leans against the headboard, arms crossed. His eyes are glassy from the fever, but they still retain a fire of defiance. ���That’s exactly what I’m saying.” 

Dean gusts a frustrated sigh. “You’ve barely been human for a month, Cas. I don’t want you pushin’ it.” 

“Dean.” Cas lays a hand over Dean’s, and Dean represses a shudder. “I’ve been through worse.”

“Yeah. As an angel.” 

“Being human doesn’t make me any weaker.” 

Dean glares at their joined hands. “Yeah, whatever.” His thumb rubs over Cas’s knuckles distractedly. “You still can’t beat my ass at pool.” 

“That doesn’t require strength, Dean. Simply skill.”

“A-ha!” Dean points triumphantly at Cas. “Last time you lost, you broke a pool cue and said it was the stupidest game in human history and now you admit that you were wrong!” 

“Oh my god. I’m going to bed.”

“Yeah, okay,” Dean says as Cas rolls over, his back to him, “just say that again real quick. I’m gonna record you on my phone.”

“Dean, please. I could die of a fever tonight.”

Dean knows it’s a joke, but that annoying prick of worry pokes him again painfully in his chest. He stands and deposits the Tylenol bottle forcefully on the bedside table. “Take this in four hours, okay, drama queen? I’ll be back to check on you.” 

Cas peeks over his shoulder at Dean. “Fine.” 

They hold the gaze for a few heavy moments. The offer to stay with him is on the tip of Dean’s tongue. 

“Just go to sleep,” Dean blurts, turning quickly on his heel. He shuts off the light before he leaves the room, and opens the door. He takes a steadying breath, and forces himself not to succumb to the pull of wanting to get into bed with Cas, holding that feverish little idiot to his chest until he sleeps off the infection.

But Dean’s resisting Cas’s gravity for years—so he resists the pull, and walks through the door.

Only to end up inches away from Cas’s bed.

They stare at each other, again, by the light of the moon spilling through those gaudy pink curtains. Dean works his jaw, trying to figure out what to say.

Cas finally shakes his head, and pulls the blanket up from his body; an invitation. “Well, we may as well do what the inn says.” 

“Uh. Are you—”

“Dean,” Cas says. 

With a grumble, Dean obeys, tentatively sliding into bed with Cas next to him. He clears his throat awkwardly as he settles in next to Cas, carefully not touching him, pulling the fluffy comforter up to his chest. They both lay next to each other on their backs, staring up at the ceiling.

“I have a thought,” Cas says into the dark.

“Did that hurt?” Dean asks.

“Shut up. I’m serious.” Cas takes a deep breath. “I feel as if the ultimate motive of this inn is to bring us together.”

“Okay.” 

“So perhaps we should—I don’t know. Let it.” 

Dean swallows a rock in his throat, and his voice is husky when he replies, “Uh-huh.” 

Cas turns his head to the side to look at Dean over his pillow. “Do you understand?”

“Yeah, Cas, I’m not an idiot.”  

But Dean doesn’t move. The fear won’t let him. And Cas sighs with the exhaustion only an ex-angel would have, saying, “Dean. My leg hurts very much, and I would like to sleep. Can we please just—cut the bullshit, as you would say, and you just—hold me?”

“You really are a grumpy bastard,” Dean says. The words come out gruff because of his nerves. He rolls over to push his chest into Cas’s back. He wraps one arm around Cas’s waist, and slips another under Cas’s neck. Cas grips Dean’s arms, and finally relaxes against Dean’s chest. Dean feels like he can die happy.

“I still think this inn is an asshole,” Dean mutters into Cas’s hair.

“You can burn it in the morning,” Cas says, placatingly tapping Dean’s arm where it lays across his chest.

And Dean may be imagining it, but as they drift off to sleep with their breaths moving in tandem, the walls sound as if they’re settling into a contented sigh, the buzzing energy of the house wilting into a dull murmur.

There is no way that Dean Winchester would ever stay at an inn.

But if it means holding Cas in his arms as he sleeps—maybe he’d do it again.

[gregrulzok]

Hypnosis Mic X Beastars

Weird concept? Yes. Result of two of my hyperfixations clashing? Also yes.

Buster Bros!!!

Ichiro Yamada - Belgian Malinois.

Dogs just felt right for Buster Bros!!! as a whole. Malinois are tough, protective, loyal and intelligent, which seemed to suit them all. Ichiro would have black and tan fur.

Jiro Yamada - Belgian Malinois.

Same as his brothers - a boisterous and protective Malinois. Jiro would have entirely black fur, and often stick his tongue out.

Saburo Yamada - Belgian Malinois.

Same as his brothers - an intelligent Malinois that stirs up trouble when not properly entertained. Saburo's fur would be entirely tan.

MAD TRIGGER CREW

Samatoki Aohitsugi - Arctic Fox.

A vicious, effective hunter and predator. The entirely white fur seemed natural for Samatoki, though I do think he'd have black markings around his face.

Jyuto Iruma - Black Jackrabbit.

Obviously enough, derived from his MC name. Black fur was necessary to suit his aesthetic, but I chose a Jackrabbit specifically so that he'd be a little bit bigger and reasonably capable of combat.

Rio Mason Busujima - Cougar.

I asked myself "what's the most American animal I could reasonably see living in a forest", and though Bald Eagle was tempting, it felt a bit too on the nose. Instead I chose cougars which I think suit his color pallet, aswell.

Fling Posse

Ramuda Amemura - Fennec Fox.

Underneath their tiny, unassuming appearances, Fennecs are actually some of the most vicious animals and effective hunters. I honestly couldn't think of anything better for Ramuda!

Gentaro Yumeno - Red Fox.

Obviously enough, an animal associated with deception in not only Western, but Eastern cultures as well. This honestly seemed a bit too perfect to pass up on. Ideally his fur would be a bit darker to match his hair.

Dice Arisugawa - Domestic Shorthair.

Just a cat, nothing more nothing less. A street cat living a street cat life style. I imagine him as a classic light gray tabby, because street cats don't come in that nice blue colour that I think would suit him.

Matenro

Jakurai Jinguji - Northwestern Wolf.

Derived from the fact that wolves are Matenro's mascot animal. Northwestern wolves are the largest species of wolves which seemed fitting with his size. His fur would be a nice gray-black and probably very long.

Hifumi Izanami - Golden Retriever.

I couldn't pass up the opportunity to make him the bounciest, most extroverted dog breed I could think of. When hosting though, he turns into the perfect poised and proper show dog, how fitting!!

Doppo Kannonzaka - Maine Coon.

I debated making Doppo a dog but I couldn't find any that I thought captured his character. Besides, being a cat in a dog-heavy team would probably contribute to his feeling out of place. Maine Coons can look soft and docile one moment and be rambunctious the next, which I think suited him. He's probably a dark ginger color with very mattes fur.

Dotsuitare Hompo

Sasara Nurude - Kea.

If you didn't know, a Kea is a type of parrot. Parrot Sasara made too much sense in my head not to use it, so I chose one with nice green feathers. Kea also have golden feathers on the undersides of their wings, which I thought he could use as a makeshift fan.

Rosho Tsutsujimori - Sandfish Skink.

It didn't feel right making Sasara a non-mammal and making Rosho a mammal, so I chose a reptile for him instead, thinking it would play into his nervousness around others due to the discrimination. Sandfish Skinks hide themselves in the sand, which I thought would be funny given his stage fright.

Rei Amayado - Tibetan Mastiff.

Obviously the temptation was there to make Rei a snake, but for one I didn't figure he could very well use a mic without any arms. On the other hand, I wanted to make him the same species as the Yamada brothers for wink-wink-nudge-nudge reasons, without making him the same species. He has far too much fur and is jet-black.

Bad Ass Temple

Kuko Harai - Sable.

I definitely wanted Kuko to be something weasel like - similarly to Ramuda, small and possibly unassuming, but actually very aggressive and territorial animals. Sables just happened to be the cutest and have a large population in Japan, so here we are.

Jyushi Aimono - White-necked Raven.

This is honestly the one I have the least explanation for. It just feels right in my gut, what with the symbolism surrounding Ravens.

Hitoya Amaguni - Racoon Dog.

Right up until the last second I had him as a bear, but as I was writing the explanation, the idea to make him a tanuki flew into my mind. In folklore, Tanuki would often impersonate authority figures to manipulate humans, and the thought of a Tanuki lawyer seems too good to pass up.

Additional

All members of Dirty Dawg were made canine on purpose, even if something else seemed more tempting or made more sense (like Horse Samatoki or Black-Footed Cat Ramuda).

I can't decide if herbivores would take the place of women in this AU or if it stays the same. For the time being just assume that Nemu is a fox while the rest of Chuugoku are herbivores, and that Hifumi has a fear of both, I suppose.

I'd imagine Ramuda and Kuko maybe dying parts of their fur to keep those aspects of their designs. Also all the piercings and such stay where they are.

Obviously some heights drastically change with this. Personally, the idea of a massive mastiff walking around behind a tiny parrot and a skink is really funny to me.

Please god please feel free to add on or correct or discuss I'm starving for someone to talk to about this.

[bates--boy]

Peter comes into the studio, the songs he wants to record and perform marked with cute little coffee cat-themed page flags (his favorite has been the Maine Coon Mocha).

He has some final work to do with Nazz, meaning that he was going to be close to Nazz. Meaning Peter has the word "professional" running through the forefront of his mind.

Professional Professional Professional

... Except he's shocked to find that Nazz wasn't in the studio at all. He goes to the only other occupants, Mike and Adel, sitting at the console.

"Hey, guys." Peter raised an eyebrow at them. "Do you know where Nazz is?"

Mike looks up at Peter, something on his face dimming, and looks back down at the pen he's been tapping and clicking against the console. It's a change that Adel picks up on, a shift from their previously funny conversation. "Yeah, he's still at work. He's calming down a Susan pissed that her special little Harold didn't get the lead role."

Peter frowns as he deflates in disappointment. "Oh, I see..."

"Yep. He did want me to give you this, though." Mike picks up the large square envelope sitting aside on the mixing table. He hands it to Peter in a way that's cutting and terse, and Peter wonders if he's had a bad day at work.

Peter can guess that it's a vinyl record, and rips the envelope open and slides the content out. "...Oh. Oh, wow..." It was Naseem's new album, Prayers Answered, and Peter can't help but blush as he stares at the cover art: the photo of Peter and that angel statue leaning in for a kiss. That blush deepens when he turns the album over and reads some of the track list.

"Fire In My Veins"

"My Manna"

"My Name To Your Lips"

"Our Slow Number"

"Foul-mouthed Madonna Litta"

"Yeah, Naseem wanted you to have his first proof," Mike said. He turns to the console fully. "Now, how about we stop ogling that thing for a second and get these songs ready."

--

When he returns home, Peter wipes the record player clean of dust and plugs it in. He tilts the record jacket to slide the vinyl out and is surprised to find a little note card fluttering out as well. Picking it up off the floor, Peter reads the note on the soft yellow cardstock.

This picture I took of you and the other angel was the third time I knew that I wanted to have you in my arms and kiss you morning, noon, and night.

The second time was when you wrote that letter for me.

I'm still trying to trace back to the first time, but I'm sure it was when we first shook hands.

Enjoy, sweets.

-Nazz

"Ooooh, he's so charming~!" Peter huffs and coos teasingly to no one in particular. He feigns being flustered and fans himself with the note card. "Ooooh, I bet he's this smooth to allllll the ladies~!" He lets out a self-amused honk and puts the record on the player.

Then the music fills the room, the lyrics feels so much like having Naseem there with him, fingers tucking hair behind Peter's ear, a hand cradling the small of Peter's back, that spot that Naseem must have known filled Peter's belly with a pool of warmed honey.

Peter takes the card to the couch, where he curls up like he's getting ready to read a good and cozy book. He looks at the card, turns it over in his fingers. And, god, he's going to feel so silly, so dumb for this, he's already giggling at how nonsensical it is, but he brings the card to his lips for a slow kiss.

[star-sailor-tales]

Pets: Human to Alien POV

You know, I always thought that humans were the only ones that kept pets, with our maternal instinct and pack bonding. Today though, I was pleasantly surprised.

It all started when I showed Silv'ir, the ships resident biologist and humanoligist, a cat. Now I was careful to make sure that this cat was very relaxed and docile. After all, it would be meeting a new species that it had never seen before. Because of all the humans that had cats as pets, Silv'ir thought it would be a good idea to study the species, and figure out why they were so popular with their human allies.

"This is Maddie, she is a therapy cat, so she is very calm and kind." I said as I opened Maddie's cage.

"Why is 'Mad-dee' classified as a 'Therapy cat'?" Silv'ir asked as they sat crouched down, into a sort of sitting position.

"Well, you see, this cat was trained and certified to help people relax, help with anxiety and possible detect if someone is sick. There is even a cat who can apparently tell when someone is going to die." I explained.

"Fascinating." Silv'ir mused, watching patiently as Maddie emerged from her crate. She was a orange and white Maine-coon, so she was very soft and fluffy. I let her sniff my hand and then pet her. At the contact, she immediately started to purr.

"Why is she making that noise?" Silv'ir asked, apprehensive as to whether they wanted to pet the animal.

"She is happy and relaxed. You can probably pet her now, just make sure to let her smell you so she knows who you are." I instructed.

Silv'ir slowly extended their hand, a little tense. Despite Silv'irs worry, Maddie sniffed him curiously and then flopped on her side, apperently not bothered by the foriegn scent. Silv'ir looked at me, seeking confirmation. I nodded, and they gently stroked Maddies fur.

Instantly, Silv'irs eyes widened, both with their pupils and irises.

"She is so soft!" Silv'ir exclaimed. They held their hand over Maddie's side, feeling her side rumble as she purred happily. For the first time, I saw Silv'ir actually smile.

That was about a week ago.

I was roaming the ship as we sent on a diplomatic mission to check on our allied species. I was passing the medical bay when I heard a quiet "mmmrrow".

I paused, listening.

"What a pretty and friendly creature you all are. I can see why the humans are so fond of your species."

"Prrrrow!"

"Do you want to play?"

I stood still for a moment, wondering if what I was hearing was actually happening.

"No way..." i whispered to myself.

"........I wonder how many they have..." I mused. I walked over to his door and knocked.

"Silv'ir, It's me Adam. May I come in?"

"Yes, you may! Just be careful with the door!" Came their reply.

I braced my self and open the door.

"Hey silv--oh my god."

There had to be at least six cats in the room, lounging about or play wrestling with each other.

"How may I help you?" Silv'ir greeted.

"I should be the one asking you!" I said in a amused but worried tone. "Silv'ir, do you have everything you need to take care of this many animals?!" My voice turned shrill.

Even I couldnt take care of this many cats.

"Indeed I do! I have also researched thoroughly their needs and habits, as well as diet and care!" Silv'ir said matter-of-factly, cleatly proud of themselves.

I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out and I was left flapping my jaws like a fish out of water.

"I-I-okay, if you say so! Just, dont let me find one dead somewhere in the vents or something then..."

"I would never! Remember, I am A biologist, it is my job to learn about animals!" They said, offended.

"Sorry sorry, you're right, I just... if you need help, I have own a few cats over my life. If you're not sure about something let me know, okay?"

"Very well. Thank you, Human Adam."

"You're welcome!" I said. With that, I left the room, leaving them to their cats.

I have a bad feeling abou this.

[fandom-blackhole]

Hello, hello it's me, your partner in crime 🐣 who's got a batch of new ideas.

So Din has his australian shepherd Razor Crest,

I feel like Boba is more of a cat person and he's a busy man so he wouldn't have time for walks anyway,

I was initially thinking about either a sphynx cat or a British shorthair, these are really fancy breeds, but

I've got this idea, maine coon! This breed is fancy too!

Big kitty resting on his meaty thigh or in his lap 😳 (okay are we keeping this PG or at some point we are gonna go to town)

Oh and of course we can't obviously name kitty slave (Din points for you for the name of your ship working here)

Okay, back to work. Umm Paz...

While I love idea of him owning any breed, taking home any strays from the back alley of his restaurant, we need to remember that his living space is limited,

It's cheesy but imagine the spaghetti scene from Lady and The Trump recorded irl by Paz and Sent to you,

So a good doggo for Paz? Chihuahua?

Like there is this huge, chunky, ex-army man, which owns the best restaurant in Town, going around, stocking supplies with his little companion tucked under his arm,

Because of his bde he won't be ashamed of carrying his pet in cute little bag!

Razor Crest is such a good girl. She instantly starts loving you and Grogu,

Din is a busy man but still he manages to go jogging with her, his girlie needs a lot of activities since she is a shepherd dog (also Din with nicely toned legs because of the joggs? Ok ok keep this PG! Unless👉🏽👈🏽😳)

Grogu would still occasionally try to eat anything he can find (bad habit from his troubled upbringing but you and Din are working on fixing it though!)

This means Grogu would gladly share a "snack" with his big sister, and vice versa she once brought him her chewy snack,

Let's say you and Din need to visit uncle Paz more often, so Grogu develops proper taste for human, non-object food,

Crest sleeps with you and Din in bed. Neither of you can deny her that privilege,

But when Din finally adopts Grogu and the kiddo moves in, Crest will only sleep with him, guarding the little one all the time,

You and Din have no idea, but once Grogu snatched a small ball from daddy's car,(shiny-metal-ball-thingy from ship but in this case it's not metal and is child and pet friendly?) maybe he got it for kids at school but was forgetting to take it with him, Din big dummy dum,

Boba's lockscreen is a photo of you curled on the bed with the kitty atop of you(he is a big softie for both of you),

He has a huge folder with full on photos hoots of his cat,

But most pictures are blurred and the cat looks into camera like "human, don't bother me, human pet me, human bring treats),

Nonetheless, he treasures them dearly,

Paz' place is pet friendly,

He even has some dog and cat special dishes on the menu,

His doggo is his best culinary critic (after you of course),

Paz is thinking about making some accommodations in the backyard, back at home because he desperately wants to rescue more strays, but he keeps in mind that his farm animals need proper care too,

So he holds an event with local shelter at his place,

You help him organize everything perfectly, there is delicious food and lots of cute pets who are looking for a new home,

After fruitful ending you decide on collaborating witj the shelter as often as possible,

Paz even helped his old army pal adopt a dog because as a, selfcare king, he knows animals can provide great help when someone struggles with ptsd or anxiety.

As always please don't mind my mistakes. I hope you have been doing well, my writing bestie - 🐣

Screaming!!! Okay so sorry for taking so long, Saturdays are my 'busy' days lmao, also this can get as spicy as you want! I'm down for anything......

Please for the love of God yes, Boba totally has a Maine coon aka my favorite cat breed

He loves this cat dearly and you love when it comes and curls up on your lap

As for the name, what about Fennec??? Unless you want to have her be like his right hand in his organization

And Paz totally picks up strays and takes them to the local no kill shelter, he wants to keep them all, but he knows he can't

Paz is constantly sending the reader pictures of dogs and cats and animals doing various things, and recreating movie scenes

As for Paz's dog, a Chihuahua is so fucking perfect!!! Huge man with tiny dog yes please

(Though I may be biased because I own a three legged chihuahua named Guinevere aka Gwen)

Paz totally goes around shopping and everything with his little pupper with him (did you know they have harness for dogs so that you can carry them around like babies....so like my new pp except instead of Grogu its a doggo)

Paz also definitely allows pets into the restaurant and even has a little dog area for the pets to mingle while you eat

He of course is also a 5 star chef when it comes to feeding the animals, making sure to check all of the boxes when it comes to their basic nutritional needs

OMFG BIG BRAIN MOMENT, Paz is a certified rehabilitator for animals, he will take in hurt animals, domestic and wild, and help them until he can release them back into the wild or take them to the shelter/give them to a good home

Din totally goes jogging when he can, and he has a jogging stroller so Grogu can go with him (Grogu is on the smaller side because of his past hardships)

Grogu sooooo gets into Razor's treats (my sister used to walk along our alley behind our house and eat our dogs 😂😂)

Grogu and Razor are also partners in crime, they steal stuff and share the spoils all the time (hence why Din doesn't give Grogu chocolate or anything bad for dogs yet)

Din once found Grogu chewing on a bone he gave Razor and almost had a heart attack

Also the images of Grogu curled around Razor in his tiny space shipped bed, 102038302/10 too fucking cute (Grogu's room is space themed and you totally helped Din set everything up for him)

As for the metal ball, in this AU what if its like a small moon plushy that Din had in his classroom that Grogu keeps managing to sneak home until Din just gives up and let's him keep it? (Thats how the two of you got the idea for a space themed room)

Boba being a total grandpa taking pictures of his kitty to send to you all the time, aka another reason why they are blurry because Boba can't take a good picture to save his life lmao

Paz totally holds drives for the local shelter and events for people to come and meet animals they can adopted

Paz holding nights at the restaurant where all of the money is donated to the shelter and at the cash register he gives out home made dog biscuits as thank yous for coming in and donating

Omg Paz help his buddies with getting animals 😭😭

Also I raise you, Paz owns rabbits as well that he often takes with him when he visits Din's classroom (one of them is Grogu's and he comes over and plays with it and feeds it once a week)

(Send me THOTS!!)

[loyally-unfaithful]

pairing: rengoku kyojuro x gn!reader

genre: fluff

a/n: henlo is me again, i’ve never owned cats and it shows i made this into headcanon format, but if you were looking for something feel free to resend a request c: alrighty hope you like it

edit: i know this is a super long time since this ask was actually sent to me?? and i honestly have no excuses to give. i’m really sorry to whoever sent the request: i was just procrastinating and then covid hit and my motivation plunged even lower. i know this is not much, and it’s probably ooc to all hell but i do hope you like it.

so ok, here’s the premise: you just moved out of your old residence, whether it was a flat or a house—you’re outta there! you is gone !

and ur friend or flatmate had a litter of cats and u just couldn't help urself but adopt one. they were just that cute.

so u did.

got that bad boi for free too, what a bargain!

and anyway u love that bastard with all ur heart.

it's just a bastard but she’s your bastard so it's all good.

very adorable dainty catto, and you took her to the vets to get her checked up, vaccinated, dewormed, and all that good stuff to make sure she will have a long and healthy lifespan.

u recall that u need to bring her in within 6 months to get her spayed so that there wouldn’t be an accidental litter. the operation is postponed since rn she’s too small, and ur like.

ok, i'll see u in 6 months.

that was 3 months ago.

now u moved out into a new apartment, with ur precious catto in tow.

after u finished bringing in all your boxes and furnitures and such, you thought to yourself, “hey, why not start this new chapter in life with a good start by acquainting myself with my neighbours”.

and that's exactly what u did: u gathered like, a packet of strawberries, and went over to the flat directly in front of urs while rehearsing what you will say in your head.

as you reached the other side and pressed the doorbell, you wondered who lived behind those doors…

first you’ll introduce yourself by name.

maybe it was a married couple? maybe even with a family?

and after that, you’ll tell them that you just recently moved in.

or perhaps it would be some elderly gentleman or lady?

and then, you will hand the gifts over and express that you hoped that the two of you will get along—something like that.

worst case scenario, the person is some weirdo… you hoped not…

the door finally opens with a click and you begin to recite what you had practiced:

« hey my name is... » your voice tapers off as you fully took in the person greeting you.

your voice disappears, meeting someone you absolutely did not expect. out of all the possibilities, you did not think for a moment that your neighbour would be the handsome young man with piercing golden eyes, lustrous locks of bright yellow hair, and an even brighter smile, standing before you.

were you staring? you were staring weren’t you? you realised in embarrassment that you were staring at the man, who was probably confused to all hell as to why you appeared on his front doors.

fighting your urge to combust and run away, you introduced yourself following the script you made up (though with more stutters than originally intended) and brusquely handed the berries over.

he happily takes your gift, repeating your name, assuring you that he was listening. it’s so stupid, but the way he says your name makes your stomach do flips. « well, welcome! he says enthusiastically. i’m rengoku kyojuro! i hope you enjoy it here! »

and that was that.

you mechanically went back to your flat, face burning and nervousness still clawing at you.

you’d say that you got adjusted to this new life pretty quickly. you seldom visited kyojuro as you were too embarrassed to pop by and chit-chat as often as you would’ve preferred to—dreading the thought of crossing him on your way to your own flat whenever you went home—but otherwise everything had been good.

alas, your cat was now 5 months old and oh boy.

something tells you your cat was entering its heat cycle or something—you were a first time cat-owner, but you had an inkling.

if your cat’s sudden affectionate, or over-affectionate, streak and unexpected attention seeking behaviour was anything to go by. she would roll on the floor, rub herself all over you and leave fluff all over your clothes, and yells.

she screm!

most stressful of all was how she absolutely wanted to escape to the outside, but you were not having it. you did not want kittens. one cat is enough thank you.

but nope, your wishes were in vain as one day, she just fucking disappeared—god knows where she is , she’s just somewhere.

understandably, you lost your shit and panicked because holy hell your cat escaped!!!

you went around to look for her, with no luck, and you were absolutely heartbroken.

that was until like??? 2 months later and you went to open a drawer to get some socks and lo and behold!

A CAT

and not just any cat! your cat! AND NOT JUST YOUR CAT! but also a bunch of other smaller cats, also known as kittens!

at this point, you weren’t even upset at the thought that you fucked up and ended up having kittens—you were just happy your cat is back and alive and well and back home. who knows how she entered back into the house.

who cares??

your cat is back!!

you’ll just have to spay her once she’s done nursing.

but as you watched over the litter, which looked like your cat but also another cat, you began to see a resemblance between their orange fur and caprisun, kyojuro’s ginger maine coon!!

and now everything makes sense…  

body working on autopilot, both because of how tired you were after watching over the cats and also because you were still dissociating from the realisation, you stiffly made your way to your neighbour and ringed the doorbell… ignoring the fact that this was now 2 in the morning.

you had to tell him, or confirm or do something with this new knowledge. his sleep can wait.

surprisingly, he answered the door without you having to ring him a second time. unsurprisingly, he looked tired and was ???? at you summoning him at such an odd time in the evening.

« i know that we don’t really talk, you started. but i need to show you something: i think your cat might have gotten my cat pregnant?? »

that caught the blond’s attention enough to wash the grogginess away from his face, and he followed you back to your flat.

normally the idea that a stranger, a good looking stranger no less, was going into your flat would fluster you, but right now you were a man with a plan, you had something to do and that was to show kyojuro the litter of cats.

he was surprised when he saw them, but confirmed that you were probably right, and that his male cat had probably gotten to your cat during her disappearance.

at this point you were a little bit (a lot) overwhelmed by the responsibility that came along with being a parent (and a grandparent), so you were about to ask him to help you coparent for the little buggers.

but he suggested it before you had the chance to, taking initiative:

« then! he expressed emphatically. we must raise this little kitty family together! kyojuro declared. »

and thus began your misadventures together as cat parents.

even though you both had work and a multitude of other things to do during the day (kyojuro still has his own cat to take care of, for that matter), you made it work—perhaps through sheer stubbornness and desire to make things right.

if anything, this whole ordeal cemented the fact that you were officially put off from having real children: if taking care of kittens was this demanding, imagine a whole actual human baby.

no way, no thanks.

you’re good.

hard pass.

funnily enough, after taking turns to take care of the cats and after the shifts to watch over them, you two had become fast friends. despite your reluctance with meeting him again after your disastrous greeting, you found yourself being very comfortable being in his presence and getting used to having him over in your flat (for the cats, of course).

but you would be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy spending time with kyojuro, conversing with him and learning more about each other as you both opened up to one another.

it was when he beamed at a joke you made, wearing his signature exuberant smile and laughing a laugh that you found so adorable, that you realised that you were in too deep. that you were definitely catching feels.

sometimes, you wished that you two would’ve been more than just friends. you wince at the thought that the two of you drift apart after this whole mess was over. but you pushed that inevitability away from your mind.

for the most part, nothing noteworthy ever happened as you took care of the kittens as the two of you fell into a comfortable rhythm.

one day, while you were both taking care of the cats, his exhaustion got the best of him and kyojuro fell asleep. you found him dozing off on the couch when you walked in, and you had to stop for a moment and tiptoe in the piece because of how peaceful he looked as he was resting. it was incredible how impeccable he looked, awake or asleep.

secretly, you took a picture, capturing this moment forever. he looks adorable. you’ll probably show the image later and tell him that he can take it easy for a while seeing as he was worn out and that you just received a few days off.

speaking of sleeping on duty, you’ve caught yourself passing out once or twice (ok a few times, more than just once or twice), but the weirdest part of all was that you would always wake up on your bed instead of wherever you fell asleep.

butterflies would go feral in ur stomach at the implication that kyojuro had been carrying your sleeping form to your bedroom.

but that was what has been happening right?

you think that at some point, you had fallen asleep on kyojuro… but to save yourself from the embarrassment, you chalk that up to your imagination running wild or a dream.

a few months into this ordeal, he pulled you over to another room to talk privately to you (ignoring the fact that there wasn’t anyone else in your apartment except for the cats).

he seemed to carry himself with a hesitance or shyness that was never there, and you found yourself dreading what he was about to tell you. what kind of bomb was he about to drop on you?

before starting, he paused for a moment, resolute… or was that a look of determination in his eyes? you didn’t know what to expect and it made you worried.

« i have something i need to tell you, convey to you! he started, confidence not lost in his voice. there is a burning passion in my heart, and it was about time that i listened to it! i know we’ve only met just recently, but after our time together i realised that i have feelings for you! he uttered your name again, with such gentleness and softness that it made your heart tighten. i like you! »

« i like you too!! you responded quickly, too quickly. you winced at how loud you unintentionally were, but he didn't seem to pay attention. »

instead, a radiant smile graced his features as he realised that you shared the same sentiment. and the same smile spread on your face, happy that he returned your feelings.

slowly, he moved closer to you and like a magnet, you mirrored him.

perhaps a bit hesitant, you could feel the ghost of a kiss over your lips as he leaned towards you, inching ever closer to each other.

but as your lips were about to connect, you hear crying from the other room…

the cats!

you two jerked away from each other, alerted by the sound, before looking back at each other, dumbfounded.

after what felt like an eternity but also an instant, a chuckle escaped you as you began to laugh uncontrollably—overwhelmed by giddiness and the sheer absurdity of this entire situation—and the blond followed suit, laughing along with you.

as you calmed down, your eyes found each other and the two of you just smiled.

the both of you wore brilliant smiles, and you were floored by the tenderness he held for you.

you look like a mess.

and he looks like a mess.

and you're both tired beyond belief.

but you’re both really happy.

and really happy to have each other.

(and your cats of course).

you’ll have to thank your cat later for helping you meet this wonderful person.

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[sushinoyuhh]

Slight NSFW on S for Sad—

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

For the ladies, he really finds your chest attractive. And no it doesn’t matter what size they are. For the males, he finds your ass attractive similar too Oikawa. For my non-binary pals, he finds your eyes or thighs to be attractive.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

No not really. He doesn’t think he’d be suitable for the, “dad role”.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

He likes it when he’s laying on top of you so he can kiss your neck or just give kisses in general.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

He takes you skateboarding or roller skating in the park to listen to music n’ such. I’ll bet you 50 dollars that there’s probably some Mitski and Tame Impala in his playlist—

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

You’re his everything.

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

Literally the first time he’d layed eyes on you. You were the one and not like any of the others.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

For a pervy person, he’s very gentle with his touches.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

Like Akaashi, he likes to intertwine your fingers with his. The more your hands are touching his, the better.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

You seemed to be like a god/goddess in compared to all the people around you.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

He gets moderately jealous. When people with bad intentions try to get with you, he ends up death glareing them and taking you away with out a single word.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

He did it first, and I know this boy kisses with tongue—

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

He said I love you first.

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

After you guys got tired of skateboarding at night, you guys went up on a hill to watch the twinkling stars. He try’s to act like he knows everything about stars, but he doesn’t. He just ends up being a big dork about it 🥺

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Teru’s kinda..Teru’s kinda less fortunate so expect to be rich in affection and attention. (I actually have a headcanon about that.)

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Yellow. Or just your favorite color

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Sweetheart, babe, hot stuff.

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

Skateboarding. Not sure if this counts, but he really likes cheap drive-in movie theaters.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

He likes to cuddle and watch random Disney movies. It doesn’t seem like it but he really really likes Disney movies—

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

Cuddles from you. (Very tempted to say sex cause he seems like the type to be horny when sad. You know, fuck the pain away?)

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

He just adores talking about you!

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

Hair rubs or shoulder massages

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

He likes to show you off. He wants other to like you for you, but also show of that you’re his.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

You’d both have a very small and quaint wedding. For the record, it’d be kinda vintage themed and sweet.

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

Everybody Talks - Neon Trees

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Yes, definitely yes!!

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

He’d get you a German Shepherd. Or a Main Coon cat if you like cats.

[kannra21]

@owishi Asdfghjkhgfds I want to write sum HCs rn! 😆✨✨

~o0o~

After a successful photoshoot the MCPTF duo took for a detective magazine, Haru bashfuly thanked the camera crew for their work and started to gather his belongings. After a couple of seconds he didn't see Daisuke moving much from his spot at the studio backdrop so he decided to check on him.

Daisuke was still standing there, petting a beautiful cat on his shoulders. He was smiling for the first time in a long time and Haru couldn't help himself but to tease him a little.

"You have a soft spot for kittens, huh Kambe?" "Huh?" "You love animals don't you?" "Don't get the wrong idea. Just because I helped that little boy with a dog back the-" "I get it, no need to get so self-defensive." Haru approached the two and pet the cat as well. Daisuke continued "We had a family cat back in the days but she died from a kidney failure." "I'm sorry to hear that." "Pedigree cats are always difficult to maintain."

He then approached the studio producer and asked "What's the name?" while pointing at the purring ball of fluff. "Oh the name's Kumo-" "No, I meant the name of the breed." "It's a Maine Coon my good sir."

Daisuke took his phone, dialed a number and a lovely lady could be heard on the opposite line "Yes, Daisuke-sama?" "Suzue, do we have all the predispositions that satisfy the adoption of a cat?" "I mean yes but we can't charge a butler to take responsibility for everything. Consider chipping, regular visits to the vet, special shampoos, nail clippers, toothbrushes, specialized treats, eye drops, litter box, toys, climbing frames, there are many factors which need to be taken care of Daisuke-sama. Besides, it's been such a long tim-" "Alright"

Daisuke ended the phone call with a dissatisfied sigh before asking quietly "How much?" to which Haru needed to interfere. "Didn't Suzue-san just tell you not to take a cat home?" and Daisuke gave him an annoyed side-glance "I'll figure something out."

When he arrived to the mansion in his Bentley Continental GT, he glanced at the backseat to address the feline comfortably lying in the fancy pet carrier. "You better not make a sound, understood?" to which the cat just purred in satisfaction. Daisuke felt so silly at this moment, like a little boy hiding a broken vase from his mother.

When he was about to enter the mansion, he accidentally walked on Suzue typing something on her tablet. She looked up and was delighted to see Daisuke coming home safe and sound. Daisuke stood at the doors, one side of his body peering from the corner while the other with a cat was hidden behind the wall. "Welcome back Daisuke-sama, the crack-open naengmyeon is already served on the table, you can take your seat." "Actually, I was planning on doing something else beforehand. Would you please excuse me for a moment?" "Of course." Suzue turned around and waited for him in the dining room. And although Daisuke was very good at keeping his serious demeanor, Suzue still noticed that something was off, with the tone of his voice for instance. It was very faint but Suzue was able to recognize things like this since she knew him so well. Still, she decided not to question him about it.

Daisuke entered his room and laid the pet carrier on the floor. Opening the zipper, the cat jumped out and rolled cozily on his bed. Daisuke held his phone and took a picture. He decided that he couldn't leave it by itself so he went downstairs to the storeroom where he took a litter box and filled it with old newspapers just in case.

After that he joined Suzue for lunch, they talked about Daisuke's photoshoot and Suzue's data she collected on certain people regarding a case. Daisuke told her that the magazine will be published in three weeks or so and Suzue was so happy she promised that she'll be the first costumer to buy it. Daisuke smiled more around Suzue after he let go of his past and threw his father into the jail. Now that all the bad things are behind him, he can finally indulge in his life and pay more attention to Suzue to whom he has yet to make up for all she has done for him over the years. He's thinking about marrying her soon.

While they were eating and pleasantly chatting, a high pitched "mrow" could be heard from the upper floor.

"What was that?" Daisuke let out a dry cough and said "My apologies. It seems that I needed to take a thicker coat before leaving for an appointment." "But.. you always pay attention to things like this." "It's true, but today I was a little late, had other things to do." "Don't overwork yourself, you need to think about your health." "Seems like you need to take better care of me.", he said with a smirk plastered on his lips to which Suzue just laughed and replied "You're so spoiled." and he scooted closer to her whispering "But I like it better when you do it.", and almost kissed her before the two heard a soft thud coming from the above.

"Excuse me for a moment, I need to check what's happening up there. Will be right back.", maybe the moment was ruined but he kissed her forehead nonetheless and went upstairs, leaving her full-hearted and all mushy inside. Her mind was so hazed from the thought of Daisuke kissing her forehead and almost kissing her lips that she didn't register the cause of his concern.

When he arrived to his room he had things to behold; scattered papers and documents all over the floor and the ashtray he typically used after his "adventurous nights with Suzue" was lying on the ground right next to the nightstand. The cat was sitting on his working table licking her paw as if nothing of this concerned her in the slightest. Daisuke sighed in disappointment and put her back in her "baby jail". She already gave him such a hard time but he couldn't be angry with her, she was his baby (yes he already considered himself a dad for god's sake).

Since they already finished with their meals, Suzue went back to her tech room to finish her work and Daisuke took the opportunity to place some meat and water on small plates and bring it to his naughty little friend.

The cat calmed down instantly after she ate and went straight to sleep. Daisuke couldn't believe his own eyes, the audacity, the sheer amount of spoilage this creature showed was unreal. It reminded him so much of himself and he smiled a little. He really missed having a cat.

After he cleaned up and finished his other tasks, he laid on the bed next to her and pet her soft white fur, making her purr louder and snuggle up beside him. Daisuke knows that Suzue is not stupid and that she'll eventually catch up on him sneaking behind her back to give Furry Elise treats (yes her name is Furry Elise, "Für Elise" might be one of Beethoven’s best-known piano pieces and Daisuke knows how to play it too).

And it actually happened that same night. Daisuke was about to fill her small plate with more meat when he met Suzue in the kitchen and she asked him what he was doing. He instantly gave up because it would be so blatantly obvious and incredibly stupid of him to say that he was trying out a new weight-losing tip when no one in this god-forsaken world ate raw chicken.

So he took her to his room and showed her Furry Elise. And although the cat purred really loudly upon seeing them, Suzue wasn't happy about it. In fact, she looked really disappointed and Daisuke needed to apologize. He explained her how it happened and how he wished to have a pet after a really long time. He thought she liked cats as well and therefore concluded that it wouldn't be such a big deal to adopt this cute little feline she loved so much, but apparently it was, so he asked her one more time why she was so reluctant to the whole idea of owning a cat again.

Suzue now shredded a couple of tears and Daisuke was seriously alarmed upon seeing her like this so he carefully cupped her with his hand behind her back and hugged her, asking why she was crying all of a sudden.

"It's just.. I don't want to go though this all over again." "What are you talking about?" "You see, my parents died, your parent died, our previous cat died so soon. I'm living in fear every day and asking myself if something's going to happen to you as well, that's why I'm so excessively worrying about you. And everything I need right now is another sweet creature that I love so much leaving us again. I don't think I'd be able to handle it anymore."

"Suzue.. I never thought..", Daisuke kissed her head and felt a big amount of guilt dawning on him. He was so selfish for only thinking about what made him happy without considering Suzue's emotions. But then he reclaimed his mind and tried to concentrate on saying the right thing. Hopefully he can make her feel better again.

"Suzue, my dear, you shouldn't limit yourself to things that make you happy. It's not healthy. You see, none of us is eternal; neither you, nor me, nor this kitten down there looking at you with so much love in her eyes. But for that very reason that none of us is eternal, we should dedicate our time to one another and make most of it. So please don't deny yourself or your feelings. Instead of dwelling on the sad things, we should concentrate more on our time spent together and be happy, okay?"

Even Daisuke didn't know how he managed to word it this nicely but he did and he realized that both of them were crying by now. They shared a passionate kiss but got interrupted by a small furball rubbing on their feet like it wanted to share a hug as well and Suzue smiled through tears.

She squatted and carefully took the cat in her hands. "What's her name?" "Furry Elise." Suzue now needed to laugh so much and she hadn't even recovered from her previous emotional outburst.

"I love it, you're really good at this.. it's.. the song you used to play for me all the time before you went studying overseas."

He looked at her with so much love and adoration at this exact moment.

"Know what? I think I'm falling for you all over again, Mr. Millionaire." Daisuke swore, his heart was full that night and no money could ever compare to this feeling.

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