#my yellow cat snuck in too

[miss-conner3]

En Español: Aquí

“Maid Dress”

Follow up on this (OuO)/

We end the year with some maids XD

Inspired by the idea that since we can change the color. That would work for everyone, ¿right? (owo)

Hope you like it.... ¡And Happy New Year to everyone!

¡See you! 6(>uO)9

P.S.: Not important, but it's my birthday too, so happy birthday to me hehe

[snowyslytherinowl]

Mini Me, Kitty Me

PAIRING: Severus Snape x Reader

SUMMARY: You take home a stray cat, much to Severus's displeasure. But Severus and the cat soon get along, probably because the cat is a little like Severus.

*GIF isn't mine; credit to @smilingformoney

“No! I will not hear any sort of protest from you! This decision is final! I am keeping Pepper!” you shout at Severus. 

Dear Merlin, he loves your stubbornness and strong will unless your stubbornness and strong will are directed against him. To make your point even more clear, you storm out of the room and leave him alone with the cat. 

Severus’s stare burns into the cat, or “Pepper” as you affectionately call him, sitting on the floor. He’s black and has small, tired-looking eyes. How could you ever find this scruffy, scrawny little cat “the most adorable little angel known to wizardkind?” And how could you ever insist on taking this stray cat home?  

As if to challenge the dominance that Severus is trying to assert, the cat’s yellow eyes glare back at him. The hard look he’s giving him reminds him of Minerva leering at him from a corner when she’s in her animagus form. Severus jerks forward so that Pepper is only one step away from him. Pepper hisses at him and scurries out of the room to wherever you are. Finally, some peace and quiet. 

Later that night, Severus tries to relax with you on the couch. You usually lean your head on his shoulder as he reads a book to you, but not tonight. Just as your cheek brushes against his shoulder, Pepper jumps directly onto your lap and snuggles into you. 

“Aw, sweet little Pepper. Do you like cuddling with mom?” you ask in a voice typically used for toddlers. Severus rolls his eyes as Pepper meows back, indicating that he does indeed love spending time with you. 

“Get that wretched deformed tiger off our couch,” Severus grunts at you. 

You ignore him as you stroke Pepper’s fur and sweetly say to him, ��Dad doesn’t like you now, but I promise he will soon. He was moody when I first met him, just like you hissed at me when I saw you next to Honeydukes. But eventually, both of you grew fond of me.” 

Severus scowls as you compare him to the cat. “I am nothing like him. He is unwilling to be friendly and he is nothing short of hideous.” 

Both you and Pepper turn to glare at him. “He is loveable and he is not hideous! Just let him get used to you and he’ll give you kisses!” 

Slowly, Severus’s face turns red. “I want you to give me kisses, not the cat!”

“You’re not getting any kisses if you continue to insult my Pepper!” you yell at him. You take Pepper into your arms, stand up, and slam the door as you exit. All Severus can do is huff with frustration. 

Over the next week, Severus and Pepper are forced to be alone in the house together whenever you go shopping or peruse the streets of the nearby village. In some ways, your absence is for the better since Severus and Pepper aren’t forced to be in the same room together. 

As usual, Severus is brewing potions in the wee hours of the morning when the door cracks open. The crack is a little too small for you to fit through, so Severus doesn’t need to look down to know that Pepper has snuck into his “mini dungeon,” as you like to call it. Pepper meows softly as he jumps onto the stool that Severus was sitting on just seconds ago. 

“Shoo, you wretched cat!” Severus swats at Pepper, but he merely hisses in response. Swiftly, Severus lunges at the cat and seizes him with his arms. He rolls his eyes as Pepper thrashes against his hold. The deformed tiger clearly is not smart enough to bear its claws, Severus thinks. Severus drops him on the floor outside his mini dungeon, and Pepper falls onto the wooden surface with a plop. 

Several peaceful minutes cutting roots and organizing jars pass before insistent scratching sounds from the door. Severus does his best to ignore the sound until he realizes that he’s allowing Pepper to create scratch marks on the door. He grumbles loudly as he flicks the door open with his wand. As Pepper struts in, Severus demands from the cat, “What do you want? It is to my understanding that you want nothing to do with me.”

Pepper meows softly as he jumps onto the table in the center of the room and strolls through the maze of mini cauldrons and jars.  He stops at the diced Observant Olives on a cutting board and pokes at it with his paw before hunching down to sniff it.

“If you break anything, I will throw you out of the house and tell my wife that you ran away,” Severus threatens as he watches Pepper explore his mini dungeon. Nonetheless, he turns back to his cauldron to continue stirring it clockwise since the allotted time for simmering has already passed. He isn’t going to ruin his potion just because of the wretched cat. 

Laying down on the counter directly beside Severus, Pepper lazily licks his fur and purrs. Severus watches him from the corner of his eye for a moment before poking the cat in the chest. Unbothered, Pepper simply rocks back once and looks his “dad” in the eye. “You remind me of Minerva,” Severus comments to the cat before he gets back to work. 

An hour passes by in which Severus suspiciously watches Pepper groom himself from the corner of his eye. A devious little voice inside Severus’s head tells him that perhaps this cat is a little cute. As if to reflect his thoughts, Pepper comes down from the counter and rests at Severus’s feet, softly purring.

Seemingly out of nowhere, Pepper jumps and hisses aggressively. Severus is about to yell at him and retract his thoughts about the cat being cute when he notices that Pepper is bolting after a rat. It seems like not even a second passes as Pepper pounces on the rat and grasps it with his mouth. He presents the rat to Severus, looking up at him with bright yellow eyes. 

“I suppose a thanks is in order,” Severus says as he takes the rat from Pepper’s mouth. He holds it by the tail with his thumb and forefinger and scrunches his face in disgust. “I do not like gutting rats for their spleens, but this will save me a galleon or two.”

Pepper purrs in response and settles in Severus’s lap. His instinct is to jerk the cat off; though when notices that the cat is gazing up at him, he realizes that maybe he’s not so bad. So Severus allows Pepper to snuggle into his lap as he cuts ingredients to place in storage. Occasionally, he even pets Pepper. His fur is a little greasy but a lot softer than expected.

“I see you two are getting along now.” Severus jumps in his seat, his hand still on Pepper’s fur, as he sees you standing in the doorframe. Pepper also jumps in surprise but remains on the lap of his “dad.”

Your smug smile bothers Severus. It’s clear that you’re holding back laughter as you bite down on your lower lip. With all the aggression he can muster, Severus sneers at you, “We are not friends.”

That finally does it for you; you burst out laughing. Severus glares at you as you reach him and rest your arms on his shoulders. “Tell yourself whatever you want. But how about you both join me in bed?”

“Fine,” Severus grunts. He carries Pepper into your shared bedroom and places him at the foot of the bed. Yawning, Severus realizes that this is the perfect time to head to bed. He holds his arm out as you snuggle into him and fall fast asleep. Seconds after you and Severus doze off, Pepper crawls over and settles himself between the two of you, deeming Severus’s chest a wonderful pillow to rest on.

[daaydreamy]

Pls write a one shot about subrry wearing the readers clothes and she acts annoyed but secretely she loves it

“that’s mine!”

summary: harry likes taking things from y/n’s closet.

warnings: implied sex

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader

•••

Harry had a habit of stealing Y/N’s clothes.

Sometimes, when he felt like nothing matched what he was wearing for the day, he would go over to Y/N’s side of the closet, rummaging through it and eventually found something he liked. Whether it be a sweater, a vest, a T-shirt, whatever, he would take it. Not only was it because his own stuff didn’t match his outfit, but because it just felt… nice to wear something that was hers. Having a piece of her on him all day.

Most of the time, Y/N always pretended that she was annoyed that he took her clothes, sometimes grumbling before Harry’s kisses made her stop, because she secretly really liked it. She liked seeing him in her clothes, for some reason. It wasn’t anything particular, really, it was just the sight of him in her clothes, it just did something to her.

“Hey, that’s mine.”

Y/N frowned softly when she realized while looking down at the arms Harry had wrapped around her waist that he was in fact wearing one of her sweaters, and one of her favorite ones too. She could feel him smile against her shoulder and tried to hold back the smile that was itching to crawl up onto her face, feeling his nose tickle her neck a little when he suddenly hid his face in the crook of her shoulder, murmuring quietly.

“Finders, keepers.”

She laughed, “That doesn’t even make sense! I found it, I bought it, so it’s mine.” She snuck a few fingers through the cuff of the sweater, admiring the soft yellow color of it and feeling the gentle fabric between her fingers. She felt him only hug her tighter, making her huff in fake annoyance.

“Don’t act like you haven’t taken my stuff, too!”

“But I gave them back! I’ve been looking for this for ages! Turns out you hid it amidst all your clothes.”

“I only found it, like, yesterday…”

Her lips parted and she laughed again, shaking her head, “I saw you wearing this a few months ago, told you to give it back, and you never did.”

Harry laughed softly, starting to pepper the skin of her neck with light kisses as if to appease her, trying to make it seem like those months of the sweater sitting between his clothes never happened.

“I’ll share it with you?”

“Oh shut up.”

Sometimes, when Y/N would be out for a while for her job and wouldn’t come back home until it was late and the sky was dark, he would pick out one of her hoodies or sweaters to wear to bed. It felt better than being left with a cold, empty spot on the bed. He missed her a little too badly sometimes.

Harry couldn’t sleep.

It felt like everything was stressing him out, like he was falling through the floor and couldn’t get out. Everything was just irking him, keeping him constantly irritated and frustrated. Sure, cooking dinner and eating it on the couch with his and Y/N’s cat, Green Bean (affectionately called Bean most of the time, felt pretty good, but now that he had turned all the lights off and was in bed, he just couldn’t seem to get himself to relax. His brain wouldn’t stop annoying him.

He scrubbed a hand over his face and sat up with a sigh, leaning back against the headboard. He looked over at the nightstand, where the book he desperately needed to finish lay, but ignored it because he wasn’t really in the mood. The only other thing that was there was his phone, and god knows what would happen if he picked that thing up again, he’d probably spiral or something.

He rubbed his eyes with his knuckles, blowing out another sigh before getting up, walking up and over to the closet, opening it quietly before rummaging through Y/N’s side, trying to find a sweater, any sweater, to wear to bed. Maybe that would help.

And it did.

Harry just really liked wearing Y/N’s clothes, and Y/N really liked seeing him in them.

“This is mine, you know.”

Harry was panting into Y/N’s neck, thighs still sometimes tightening around hers as he sat on her lap, trying to come back down from heaven. His brows furrowed as he laid his cheek on her shoulder, looking down at the sweater he had been wearing the entire time. He could’ve sworn it was his, he remembered buying it himself.

“No, it’s mine, what do you mean?”

She laughed softly, “No, it’s mine. I bought it, like, a year ago.”

The furrow in Harry’s brow only deepened and he frowned, pulling his face out of her neck to look her right in the eyes.

“It’s mine, is it not?”

“No.”

“It’s mine.” Harry frowned even more and looked down at the sweater once more.

“You ruined it anyway, you can keep it.” She smiled and sweetly kissed his cheek.

a/n: sorry if it’s short, but i hope it was okay!!! :)

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[fannishstuff]

He told me you'd be coming, Fordsie. We were waiting for you!

AU: when Stanford suggests that Fiddleford try meditation to deal with his anxiety following the Gremloblin attack, Fiddleford does so. Instead of inventing the memory gun and founding the Society of the Blind Eye... he does this.

Brief fic below the cut (and link to the follow-up post)

The Nightmare

Fiddleford crossed his legs.

This is dumb, he thought, but he tried to clear it from his mind.

My nose itches.

He cleared that from his mind too.

He was bored. And he stayed bored.

Until he fell asleep.

He knew he was asleep right away, but couldn't do a darn thing about it. It was a nightmare he had a lot. He was in a graveyard, a one-eyed witch staring at him, and he knew even in a dream where he couldn't accurately count that there were thirteen black cats around, and they all hated him. And, oh, he knew why he had this dream, too, it was because of that time at the age of sixteen, he'd snuck into the churchyard with the other kids even though he knew his mamma taught him better, and oh he knew they disturbed that soul -

Only now his heart was thump-thump-thumping even harder because behind the witch, up on that hill, he saw a something, the same something from the Gremloblin's eyes, and -

It was coming for him, and-

th-thmp, th-thmp, th-thmp--

"WOOoah, there!"

That was not a voice that was usually in the dream.

Suddenly the graveyard was lit up. The sky wasn't dark, it was golden. The witch opened her eye wide, and then it turned yellow, and her menacing figure melted away.

"Wowie, this could have been bad, haha! Here - rule of threes! It's a magic number, you know!"

Something showed up. It was a shape. Triangle, equilateral, base down and point up - pointing up triangles, he knew from Sunday School, because pointing up means God and Down means Earth.

The triangle, he knew somehow, was... holy.

It drew three circles in the air, circles that lit up with a bright light. Then a line drew itself between them, and it flashed, and became a larger version of the little triangle - not just a shape, but an eye, arms, legs, it even had clothes, and then the rest of the nightmare melted away. Only the churchyard was left.

"Haha, that was a close one! Lots of evil spirits in these parts, you know." The triangle turned. It looked at him. It had one huge eye, like in the seal it had drawn. "Good thing I showed up. The name's Bill! And you are?"

(This became a whole AU.)

[jayleap]

Longtail always thought his family was…. Odd. His parents, Robinwing and Patchpelt, were briefly mates when he was born then split and each had several litters. He was the only kit that survived, per his mother, but he’d over heard some elders talking about how no one knew she was pregnant, not even the healer, she just returned with Longkit later one rainy night. One-eye had even joked about her suspicions driving her to try to track down his origins but the rain had destroyed any scent trails.

As he got older and dug into his past more and more things didn’t make sense. He didn’t look anything like his parents, he was tall, lean, and sleek furred, they were short and fuzzy. He’d never been close to his mother and he’d never even referred to Patchpelt as his father, he was the eldest of his half siblings and his mom had barely been out of her apprenticeship for a few moons when he’d been born. He pressed his mom for details but her answers were vague and inconsistent, the only thing he could confirm was that she went into labor near the windclan border, both One-eye and Smallears confirmed that.

The next gathering he attended, with a nagging feeling in the back of head, Longtail scanned the crowd of cats. Analyzing them, particularly the Windclan warriors, slowly he surveyed the group, until finally his gaze fell on Tallstar.

Who was staring right back at him.

Longtail bristled, gaze darting away guiltily, but snuck glances, the windclan leaders stare didn’t waver until the gathering was called. Even still, Long could feel those yellow-amber eyes on his pelt, he felt too warm and his claws gripped the ground. He saw it, he saw the similarities, tall, lean, long tail and sleek fur.

He tried to catch the Tom when the gathering ended, but leaders never stayed for the after-gathering and the opportunity was lost. Long considered staying behind and asking around the windclan warriors for more info, but despite the unspoken ‘no one talks about the after-gatherings’ he didn’t feel safe enough to try.

The chance to finally question Tallstar came when he was alone renewing the borders, he’d split off from the patrol months after that gathering. The Tom was also renewing the markers, an unusual task for a leader but not uncommon. Long tried to speak with him, he didn’t know what to say, how do you ask a practical stranger ‘hey are you my dad?’

Tallstar never gave him the chance, he cut the thunderclan warrior short with a growl and warned him to mind his business. To leave the past alone. Longtail leaped over the border, trying to convince him, but the leader dismissed him and threatened that his patrol wasn’t far behind. Turning his back on him with finality and Longtail never got the chance again. For years after, he could feel the leader’s stare in him at any gathering or confrontation.

He never got the answers, not for the rest of his life, but he swore his loyalty to Thunderclan every morning. As a way to make up for his murky bloodline.

[tumblingdownthefoxden]

"The Assistant and The Star"

Chapter 11: Better Hide

The man under Altan's paws groaned as his cuts glowed yellow and closed. Altan hopped off to find someone else but stopped when he heard Asha calling for him, waving smoke away from her face. Altan ran in front of her and Valentino. Valentino reared his head at the purple cat but straightened when the cat made a small trail of stardust with their tail.

“Altan!” Asha hugged them. “Oh, thank heavens, you’re okay.” She breathed.

Asha coughed as the smoke thickened and Bazeema guided her to lay on the floor. “We need… where are the others?” She rubbed her teary eyes. “Ugh, I can't see.” She let go of Altan and Bazeema knelt by patting her back. Bazeema turned to Altan. “Please tell me that you can take out fires.” She pleaded. Altan looked around and ran to where the smoke was thickest and no one could see them.

Altan stood on one hind leg to pirouette. In command, the fire twirled and uprooted, disappearing into the air. However, with their mind clouded with panic, the smoke thickened and twirled low and covered everything he could see so now he couldn’t see Asha. He went straight ahead to run into her when he brushed against a dress. Altan turned and gently pawed the dress to get Asha’s attention and a hand reached down to scratch their head. “Aww, you poor thing.” Said a different voice. Altan took a closer look at the dress and realized what was wrong. It wasn’t only purple, but also white. Two hands gently picked them up and Altan saw the whole regal dress of a woman with fabric over her mouth like a mask, wearing a crown. He didn’t know who this was, but they were royalty. “We must get you out of here.” The Queen mumbled before turning to a nearby guard. “O’Donohue! Can you bring this cat out of the smoke as well please.” She passed Altan over to a silhouette that took them away. Altan turned magenta. This couldn’t be happening! The guard looked down at the cat and stopped in their tracks when they saw the change in color. He groaned. “Oh by the stars, you woke up now?!” He held up the cat on eye level. Altan turned a peach color and awkwardly smiled. At least he found Simon?

Simon checked to be sure the smoke was too thick for onlookers to see him. “Look, you need to get out of here! The Queen needs me to carry out the injured so I can’t stay with you. Do you remember the long way from here to the courtyard?” Altan nodded. “Be swift as a coursing river, go!” Simon put Altan and he booked it. After a moment, Altan crotched low and snuck to be sure he didn't run into another stranger. After a moment, he noticed something undoubtedly purple laying on the ground. He pounced onto Asha, shocking her into standing. “Altan! Oh my stars! Don’t do that! Is Simon or Gabo here?”

Altan shook their head after landing on the ground. “Please tell me that they left.”

Altan nodded. It’s mostly true. Asha sighed with relief.

“✩ ☊ 🌒︎ ⚳⚷⚸⇟.” He apologized. “♅ ✭ ✠☥ ◡➢! ⚜↟ ☍➷!”

“What do you mean?” She asked.

Altan frowned and drew a picture with stardust using their tail. He drew a head with long hair and a crown and then pointed down.

“Is that the Queen? Wait. The Queen is here!?” Altan nodded. “Oh stars! Bazeema, we need to run! We have to hide Altan!” Asha darted off and Altan ran close behind Valentino.

“But what about Simon?” She picked up Altan as she ran.

“Simon isn’t here but the Queen is and we have a pink cat! If she’s here, then it’s only a matter of time before-” She halted in her tracks just before running into someone. She couldn't see who but they waved their hand up and the smoke completely dissipated. In clear view, a vexed King Magnifico stood before her.

Asha internally screamed.

His gaze softened. “Asha? I wasn’t expecting to find you here. Are you and Valentino alright?”

Valentino nervously bahhed. “Oh yes! We’re fine. We just needed to get out of the smoke.” She looked back to check on Bazeema only to see that she was completely gone. “How does she do that?” She whispered.

He looked around at the burnt ruins. “Asha, do you know what happened here?”

“About the fire or the explosion? I only arrived three minutes ago. I’m not sure.”

Magnifico sighed miserably. “Okay. I should speak with the guards then.”

Asha put on a concerned face. “Pardon me for asking, sir, but are you alright? You seem exhausted.”

Magnifico rubbed his head. “Forgive me, I had a rough night. I’ll retire for the day once I find out about the fire.”

He called out to a nearby guard. “You there, sir!” The guard turned to his voice. “I would like to ask about the fire here. Do you know how it started and what put it out? It was gone when I arrived.”

“I hardly know, your majesty.” He responded. “All I know is that someone says the fire started because of a loose firework. But as the far as the fire going out. I saw it suddenly disappear, but the smoke stayed. It was like magic.”

His eyes widened in horror. The only other people he knows can use magic are Amaya and Asha. And neither of them are familiar with pyromancy. “Go call the citizens to an assembly.” He ordered him. “There might be a menace out in the kingdom.”

Asha wrung her hands.

. . .

Bazeema felt Altan staring up at her as she briskly walked through the city. “No, we’re not in trouble. Not yet.” Altan meowed. Where were they going to go? “Yeah, we shouldn’t go to the alleys. Oh! I know where I could hide you!”

There's a slow transition from a stone building to stone passages, where Bazeema passed by holding a golden three headed candle and Altan through a sequence of tunnels. “I know this city like the back of my hand and I have uncovered many of its secrets in my free time. Little pockets and hidey-holes that I can stay in when I want to leave ceremonies or gatherings early. Gabo once asked me where I snuck off to and I said the garden but there is a hidden pocket that they don't know about.”

Altan meowed curiously. “I made it a sanctuary to retreat to when everything becomes too loud, too bright, or just too much.” Bazeema stopped and pushed at a large door. “This will be the perfect place to hide you and replan the operation.” She showed them a large room decorated with fabric sheets of different colors hung up on the ceiling. Pillars were adorned with ribbons and bells. Tall stacks of books were here and there. There were two couches covered in cushions and a variety of stuffed animals. A few carpets along the floor under a coffee table. Shelves with stacks of folded blankets. The room was softly lit with lanterns. Altan gaped at the messy and cozy room.

“Welcome to my lady lair.” She chuckled as set her candles down on the table. “So, what do you think?”

Altan hovered up and flew around the room. He flew from corner to corner and perched on one of the hung fabrics and peered down at her. Altan turned orange and gave a happy chirp before leaping off into a freefall.

He took their human form midair with bright orange hair and flopped onto the couch, a chime sounding from their bell belt. He picked up a stuffed hound and hugged it tight. “Aww, I knew you'd like it.” Bazeema cooed as sat on the couch and hung onto a stuffed fox. “We’re safe here.”

Altan smiled and signed a thank you but then their hair shifted to a dark amber.

“You’re worried about her too?” Bazeema asked. Altan evaded her gaze. She patted their head. “She’ll be alright. I don’t think King Magnifico saw me and he’s very close to her. He should give her the benefit of the doubt.”

“Certain?”

“...not really. But hope is a lovely thing.”

He sat up. “What do we do with the plan? When will we continue?”

“Good question. Let's not. We should stop the Fairy Godmother operation for 3 days. Maybe more.”

“Should I change my disguise?”

“Yeah, that helps. Asha has a lot of masquerade masks so those will be useful.”

Before they could continue, there was a long blare of trumpets from outside. Bazeema gasped. “That’s the call for assembly!”

Altan’s eyes widened. “It's okay! We're okay! Uhh, stay here. I’ll go find out what it’s about.”

Altan gave a distressed shriek.

“We'll be fine! I’ll be back once I get the message!” She ran out of the room and gently closed the door. Bazeema walked through the streets as they were becoming increasingly packed with people. She weaved her way near the front of the castle on light feet when she saw Gabo and Dahlia.

They were speaking softly with each other when Bazeema popped up behind them.

“How are you two?” She asked. They jumped. “I have got to put a bell on you.” Gabo muttered.

“We’re fine, Bazeema. But where is Altan? Was he at the explosion?” Dahlia asked, her voice still low.

“He was but he is safe. I hid them away. But what about Asha? I last saw her with the King.”

“Ask her yourself.” Gabo said and reached before a person and pulled Asha out into view, holding Valentino. Asha held up a thumbs up.

“But be on the lookout folks, I saw Tiffany on my way here.” Gabo said as Bazeema went to hug Asha.

“Oh thank Heavens. Let’s hope Simon isn't in any real trouble.” Bazeema said.

“He will be when I find him after what happened today! Same with our new friend!” Gabo added.

“It was an accident.” Bazeema defended.

“An accident?!” He checked to be sure no bustander was paying attention before getting closer to Bazeema to whisper. “You call neglecting a powerful yet puny god and blowing up a market an accident?!”

“Alright, everyone. Settle down, please. This is important.” The King called out. Everyone went silent and all eyes were on him.

“Is this about the light from a few nights ago?”

“Oh yes, it was beautiful. Thank you for that by the way!”

“What about the explosion?”

Everyone began chattering about either the light or the explosion when Magnifico spoke up over them.

“Please. Hold your questions for later.”

“In regards to the light…I must inform you that I was not responsible for it.” The people’s faces went from excited to confused. “The display expressed great power but it also lacked control. The looseness of the magic was clumsy and amateurish.” He paced the stage.

“I do have reason to believe that there is a magic user who was not only responsible for the light, but is responsible for the explosion in the market today. While I have been told that the fire was started by a stray firework, it also went out with no interference from wind or human effort. Yet, the smoke remained. Most likely to serve as a smoke screen for an escape.”

Bazeema bit her nails.

“These magical feats are not only forbidden but endangering. Which leads me to this conclusion: There is a traitor amongst us.”

There were gasps and whispers among the crowd.

“This stranger has not only challenged me and put your livelihoods at risk, but fear not! While they mustn’t be underestimated, they are no match to my sorcery. And I promise you, when caught,” He held up his hand and conjured an orange flame. “They will be dealt with accordingly.” Dahlia thinned her lips and glanced at Asha. She had a fearful look in her eye but kept her composure.

“Now, if anyone has any news or questions relating to this, feel free to share it.”

Closer up front and further west of the crowd, Tiffany raised her hand and spoke up. “Yes, uhh, what kind of news are you looking for? Any news or visual accounts?”

“Any information about magical sightings will be welcomed. Let that be someone acting suspicious, strange magical objects, hunches, first hand accounts. Anything relevant.”

An old man raised his hand.

“What about puppets? I saw a magic puppet once.”

Magnifico was intrigued. “Alright. What do you know about this puppet?”

“There was a puppet in an alleyway that offered to give me my desires. It gave me bird seeds so that I could commune with pigeons.”

“Wait! You met a puppet too?!” A lady in navy blue shouted. “I thought it was a cheap prop for a magic show!”

“So, there was a puppet granting wishes?” Magnifico asked for clarification. The two nodded but another man shouted from further back.

“It wasn’t a puppet, it was an amatuer magician!”

“No! It was a puppet.”

Another lady came in. “Who are you two fooling? It was a boy pulling party tricks.” Gabo held his breath as more people began to argue about the figure from the alley with his cover-ups.

“Alright! Alright! Hold on. So there was a cloaked figure that offered to grant wishes?” Magnifico questioned.

“Yes. I never told it my wishes but it granted them.”

“It already knew your wishes?”

"We should leave." Bazeema whispered to the group. It was only a matter of time before they began describing at least one of them. Dahlia waved them on. "You guys go on without me. I want to see how this goes." The end result would be crucial information and this was slightly amusing. The others seeped away with Bazeema and Dahlia looked on as the questions became... Interesting.

"You said they were an amateur but how come you don't know how they did it?" Someone asked.

"That is a good question but it is difficult to explain just how the magic was-"

"But the things the stranger did for us were good, so how are they a traitor?"

Magnifico stared dumbfounded for a moment at that question. Did they forget about the accident that left several people injured?

"And the stranger was open to several wishes from me. Did you ever change my wish when I told it to your assistant?" Someone else went.

"What?" Magnifico asked perplexed.

“Well, why can't we quickly change our wish?” They continued.

“Good point. Why do we have to wait a year to wish again?” Another woman reaffirmed.

"Let's stay on topic please." Dahlia reminded those closest to her with a nervous smile.

“Why do we only have a wish ceremony only once a month?”

“How did this stranger grant our wishes so much faster if they were an amateur?” Someone sassed.

“Actually! Why do we still need King Magnifico when we have a new magician that will grant our wishes so soon?”

“Yeah! Who needs a King!”

Dahlia shrunk in on herself and backed away because what are they doing!?

“In fact, why don't we get our big wishes back and then give to the new magician instead?”

“Yeah, it's what we deserve! You’re clearly not doing anything with them!”

“Not even your assistant is helping us with our wishes!”

More people bellowed for the downfall of Magnifico and the rise of the stranger that did part of their wishes. As their slander grew, Magnifico’s patience became more and more thin.

Amaya was noticeably concerned as the grip of his staff tightened and the gem glowed a harsh blue.

The people became louder as they switched to chanting “WISH! WISH! WISH!” over and over. Their cries like a mosquito near an ear, it became harder for the King to maintain on his composure and his rage reached its tipping point.

He raised his staff and drove it down, releasing a blue electric shock across the stage to the floor, causing several people to jump back. “SILENCE!” He boomed. The chanting stopped.

“Is that the only thing you can think about!? Your wishes?! A ceremony?!”

A few people upfront dared to nod.

Magnifico straightened his back and took a deep breath. “Fine! Anyone who identifies the traitor and turns them in will have their wish granted.”

Tiffany raised her eyebrows at the proposal. "Finally, something to do this week." She said to herself. There were a few cheers at the promise but the King pounded his staff on the stage two more times. He wasn't finished.

“But hear this! Anyone who helps the traitor, anyone confirmed to have plotted a mutiny against me, will be imprisoned for 50 years!” He growled.

All said and done, Magnifico turned for the castle, ignoring the rising rebuttals and complaints from the people.

Magnifico pushed though the doors to the main Corridor. “How brazenly they question me!” He ranted. “Is this how faith is tested!?” Amaya ran after him.

“Magnus, please! They don’t know what they are doing!” She won't question his order and penalty but he was just a hair away from hurting someone. “You make them feel safe enough to question you but they got in over their heads.”

He stopped in his tracks. “Feel safe enough?!” He turned his head to face her. “I don't mind being asked why no one has ever seen the wishes or why no one remembers them but demanding that I be replaced with a rogue magician!? The disrespect I just underwent!”

They both turned as the door reopen.

A redheaded guard entered the room with low voices echoing from outside.

*This fellow

“Your majesties! Forgive my intrusion but we need you outside!”

“Can’t it wait?” He went.

“No. The people are angry about your threat and are asking questions we don't know the answer for. We need you to calm them down!”

The King turned his back to the guard but the Queen still looked at him. “Please! They begun throwing things! We don't know what to do!”

Magnifico clenched his fist. An hour. He just wanted peace for an hour! “Send the knights to calm down the crowd through any means necessary.” He ordered.

“No! No knights!” Amaya interjected. “I'll go see to them.”

“Amaya, you’re going to see them?!”

“The knights might make the situation worse. I can deescalate the situation and answer whatever question they may have. You should stay inside.”

“Wha- Amaya, I will have the knights use only peaceful methods. Don't you want a break from them too?”

“I do but... I need to tend to their needs. It's my duty as Queen.”

“Our duties can wait!”

Amaya walked to guard but Magnifico held onto her hand, stopping her. Amaya turned to him to see her husband with concerned and desperate eyes. “Amaya.” He said softly. “Please. I need you here with me.” He was held together by a thread. He couldn't afford to be alone and needed her by his side as he collected himself and then wanted them to rest together.

Amaya looked back and forth from the guard and her husband. The choice between tending to her duty as Queen or her peace as a spouse.

With sad eyes, she took his hand and pressed a small kiss on it. “I am so sorry.” She said softly before letting him go and striding to the door held open by the guard.

“My people of Ros-” Her voice was cut off once the door shut behind her, leaving Magnus alone in the hallway room.

Magnus’s breathing deepened and pressed his fingers together. So this was it. After everything he’s been through. All the blood sweat and tears he poured into building this kingdom. Bending over backwards so that they could live in a utopia. All he wanted in return was a little respect and cooperation. Now they want a traitor in his place and they have taken his wife away from him. His body began to glow a light blue as his anger seeped out just a little.

Magnus begun counting from 1 to 10 in Spanish with a singsong voice. He walked down the passage to find the Bluebell. The only thing he wanted to disturb him was good news. Counting down, he walked down the hallway just before the round door. He passed the perennial flowers between the windows, all of them wilting and rotting before his radiated hate and then collapsing to the floor behind him.

He reach for the knob when the door opened and Safi came out. "Oh! Safi! I didn't know you were cleaning in there today." He said surprised. Safi was also surprised by the King's arrival and the new venomous aura coming from him. "Oh, yes... Someone wanted my help with relocating the... *pant* the jellyfish... *pant* my apologies sir but-" Safi suddenly buckled down in a coughing fit and Magnus backed up so that he was out of range. Now he needed to be alone. "Sorry about that, but it will take 15 more minutes before we finish inside."

"15 more minutes..." He muttered.

"I'm sorry for any inconvenience that will cause."

"No. No inconvenience." He lied. "Take your time. I'll come back later." Magnus turned around and strutted off. Only place to left to go was the Wish Chamber. The energy from the wishes is bound to sedate him!

The scene cuts to Magnus walking up the staircase trying to reign in his anger with no avail. There truly is a traitor undoing his work. He truly is losing his control over the Kingdom. He's running out of options on maintaining the peace and this menace. He gives a sigh. What is a King to do...

“Better Hide” (I didn't make this. I found it off TikTok)

Once again a thousand questions, and I cannot explain This anger that rises up when they question my reign

(Magnus climbs up the stairs and gripped his chest as his anger giving way to physical pain)

And these people below, don't know how far I'd go For their safety and comfort, and they'll never know

(He thought back to him walking through the streets during the festival despite his fatigue from the Ceremony and seeing the happy faces of his people.)

Now, there's a rat in the palace

(Scene cuts to Altan in Bazeema's space.)

There's a fire downstairs

(Switches to someone cleaning up the burnt remains of the market.)

To maintain my composure, can't be caught unaware

(Magnus checks himself in the window's reflection, he drops his shoulders and fixes a piece of hair that fell out of place.)

Catch you dead in the water and well, I'm a little bit torn between making you wish you were dead or wish you were never born

(He conjured a few blue figurines and grinned at them at "little bit torn between" before furiously yeeting them at the wall, all of them popping.)

And one night, a light dared to flood through my skies A magic I've never beheld to my surprise

(scene flashes back the stars lighting up the sky and him being flash banged.)

A warmth, NO, a burn Evil in disguise

A Traitor is Lurking in Rosas, better Hide

So you think you deserve it?

Grant your deepest desire

(He passed through his study and into the Wish Chamber, pulling down several wishes that rapidly swirled around him. At "so you think you deserve it", he grabbed a random wish to see a now concerned figure. )

Well, my duties discretion

Yours is to admire

(He tossed the wish up. Their energy taking too long to sedate him and not wanting to see the wish of someone who questioned him.)

So be quiet and listen

And in case you forgot

(Magnus struts to his desk and grabs a conveniently placed shiny red apple from the corner of his desk. Note that he is still glowing.)

One bad apple looked over makes the whole basket rot!

(He watches the apple decay in his hand and form the appearance of a skull. At "make the whole..." Magnus throws the apple and it hits the forbidden chest.)

Well here's a solution a just about missed

A risky endeavor, can't come back from this

(Magnus opens the chest with a grin and pulls out the book inside but looses it when he remembers what the agreement in exchange for Madok's services and reconsiders)

But the threat is real now as the threat was real then

(He turns to the burnt tapestry as he becomes firm in his decision)

I swear I will not lose what I built again!

(He grabbed the lock and made it rust before ripping it off)

(Finally, the glowing stops. The chains vanish and snake vanish.)

Send out the hounds, gather the town, let them know I know

(Magnifico stands straight and walks to the window again. His face just out of view.)

Send out the guards and lock it down, no where for you to go

(Magnus opens the windows and looks down at the crowd.)

Set off alarms, seal every door, who else down there could know, who else down there could know, who else down could-

(We see the crowd still gathered but a few people are leaving and Magnus backs up. He closes the window and we see in the reflection his contemplation with newly green eyes.)

Here, in the city of Rosas. There's a worm that destroys our foundation by burrowing under

(Magnus conjures a green replica of the city *Like Dr. Facieler*. A large black worm emerges and dive back down under.)

Oh here, in my Kingdom of Rosas. How hard have I worked for this disrespect. This is the thanks I get?!

(The city disappears and Magnus makes many little green angry figures that surround him. Magnus grew furious and sent a green blast that vaporized half of them.)

So go on and run cause I relish the chase

Oh this will be fun to put you in your place

(The other half of figures run away terrified and Magnus smiled as he vaporized all but one. His smile turned cynical as pressed his foot on the last figure and it push up against his boot before being inevitable crushed.)

You get what you give when you toe the line. A traitor is lurking in Rosas.

(He walked back to his desk with a sassy sway before closing the large book.)

A traitor is lurking in Rosas. Better hide...

(Magnus looks up at the camera with a calm smile but drops it at "better hide" and the camera fades out with only his green eyes visible before fading to complete black.)

A/N:

And that’s the end of Act 1! Oh I have been itching to write this chapter for a while.

Again, I'm giving Magnifico more reason to turn to dark magic. Turning to dark magic because your people began asking for a wish ceremony instead of saying anything about the light while being sleep deprived is one thing. But verbal ideation of mutiny for a shitty reason on top of an hearing an explosion and sleep deprivation will be enough to start anyone's villain arc. And wouldn't it be fun that if his vibes are in the negatives, he will have an aura that could make you sick at best :3

And the teens finding out that Operation Fairy Godmother isn't reaping the results they wanted is going to be surreal. The next chapter is going to be pain to draft though.

I lost track of how many times I forgot that Valentino is with Asha in a scene. His time to shine will come soon. Along with his voice.

Enjoy this look of Madok! They need some time to stretch after being asleep and buried for an unknown number of years.

Also, check out Kactuskid on TikTok. They have a lot of neat songs and their remake of TITTIG is a major pillar for this rewrite.

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[karlachismylife]

TW!mentioned pet death, very briefly mentioned current war in Ukraine

So. I had a cat. Like, we actually had multiple cats in the family, but the previous ones were when I was too little to remember, and then as I was like around 12 I think mum allowed to have a new kitten. Her name was Шуша (Shushah) like an alien little critter from Kir Bulychev's books (a big soviet sci-fi writer). She was a Russian Blue cat, but a little mixed, so she was grey but with yellow eyes. I would write more about her but I can't really handle it rn. She was a lovely kitty.

Cancer took her July 10th last year. She was a few months short from being 10 yo. I don't give any fucks whether it's long or short for a cat.

Here's a thing I wrote the day she went on, I'm not translating it into English but if you wanna learn a few things about her, you can copy paste it in google translator.

Сегодня умерла моя кошка Шуша. Её звали в честь зверька из книг Кира Булычёва, хотя она не умела включать мультики, и я её очень сильно люблю. Она любила яичницу с помидорами, кукурузу из банки, круассаны и вонючую кошачью еду, а ещё гоняла по полу соломинки для коктейлей и боялась трясогузок. Ещё она любила лечь прямо поверх рук, когда я занимался уроками, а последнее время - когда её чухали за животик, обязательно приговаривая вслух "чуха-чуха", иначе ей не нравилось. Ещё она любила пение горбатых китов, скрипку и некоторую тяжёлую электронику, никогда толком не кусала еду, просто слизывая её с тарелки, и один раз прошлась по клавиатуре компьютера моей сестры так, что открыла код какого-то закрытого, почти секретного американского сайта. Я нарисовал её не в полную длину, потому что когда она делала потягушечки как следует, она могла занять целую кровать, а так мне оставалась хотя бы одна треть. Вы её не знали, но если вдруг вы сегодня будете есть что-то из её любимой еды, пожелайте ей хорошо добраться, на коленях доброго бога её уже ждут, чтобы почесать за ушком.

My dad is living in Yerevan now, because he had to leave our country to avoid the obligatory draft cuz of course he is not going to kill Ukrainian people, that's literally half of our family. So. Yerevan is a very stray anmals filled city. Mostly dogs, but cats too.

And just now dad sent into our family group chat some vids and pics of a stray cat that snuck into his apartment and is currently snacking on some cat food dad has since my last visit to him (I was feeding stray animals cuz it was winter).

My point is, that kitty that has occupied dad's dingy apartment, is grey with yellow eyes.

[specific-dreamer]

it’s me…. the ghost of askbox-mas past…… back to offer you an olive branch for cheating on you with everyandanything that one time 😭😭😭😭😭

I’ve tortured them enough, I must return to my original victim 🤝 so I bring you…… a resurrection au……….. there was a show I was obsessed with when I was like 12 where a bunch of people in this small town started coming back to life still at the same age they were when the died and I- recently found it again and ofc had 8million thoughts bc I can’t consume anything without turning it into an au including my favorite characters 👹 the idea quite literally has nothing to do with the show except for the coming back from the dead thing but regardless !!!!!! let’s get into it… and by it I mean 😏 bare bones bullet point excerpts 😏

johnny cade hath risen ! he wakes up in the water, the sun almost red as it begins to set, cold and alone and dark beneath the surface he kicks through, the thin layer of frost settling over top breaking over his head and melting away. he can’t tell whether he should be panicking or not, he most certainly remembers slipping away in the hospital small and dead staring at the bright lights in his room, he recognizes the trees as he pulls himself out of the cold water and onto the scratchy half green half yellow grass. that big one with the sparse but curly leaves used to mostly hide behind a rotting wooden steeple…. if he sniffs the air he might be able to smell fire, it almost dries him up, those imaginary flames, the church… the kids… the trees. windrixville? but how? how was there water here… a storm maybe? most of all, as he rolls onto his back letting himself catch breath that he didn’t realize he’d been missing out on, how the /fuck/ is he here? why? his heart or something like it hammers inside him a million different memories hitting him at once.

(the church set from the movie is underwater in present day so it’s ummm 100% going in the notebook lmao)

he’d been walking for hours now, slowly drying off as he follows the train tracks as best as he remembers back to Tulsa. his legs are shaky, unused for he’s not sure how long, and his fingers are frozen despite tucking his hands in his armpits, the sun leaves behind a few pink clouds as the sky turns dark. he stops beneath a street light and looks out at the town that had snuck up on him, familiar but not quite as inviting, shadows from trees and street signs spiking out on the blacktop as if they don’t want him there, as if they’re keeping his own neighborhood from him, his clothes are still wet but he isn’t sure if his trembling is because of the cold or something different.

it doesn’t take long for him to find the lot, to pass it by and turn down the block. he moves without having to think about it, muscle memory or something he’d heard of, he knows where he wants to go before anything. a patter of tiny feet crunches over the leaves in the street and race beneath a car in some random’s driveway and he about jumps out of his skin, he approaches the car slowly, against his better judgment he supposes, and kneels to look under it, barely able to see in the dark even with another street light above him. two glowing eyes peer back at him and there’s a low growling sound coming from its head. he recognizes her, a little cat he had befriended the year before everything and happened, she’d been scraggly and young and attached herself to him pretty quickly. he calls to her, “missy” psst-ing between his teeth and snapping his fingers softly to coax her out, she comes, sniffing his hand on low-to-the-ground legs with flat ears and spiked back fur before she growls again and hisses, swatting him with her paw. a long scratch down his pointer finger beginning to drip on the sidewalk. he stands and watches her hiss again and swat again this time at his shoe before scampering away into the bushes, tries not to let it hurt his feelings too much that his kitty doesn’t seem to recognize him anymore… or maybe it was that cats could smell death, he thinks he’d heard that before, maybe Two drunk and rambling… or Buck making awkward conversation while waiting on Dal… or Pony… /Pony/… he wipes his finger off on a wet patch on his vest and keeps going on..

at least he can still bleed… gotta count for something right? ghosts can’t… or shouldn’t…

the porch is still lit up at whatever time it is now since he’d gotten out of the church-lake. he reaches over the gate and unhooks the hatch, letting it swing itself open for a bit before stepping onto the concrete walkway with jittery breath caught in his lungs. the old car is still sitting in the weeds but small flowers grow up with them. the screen is closed but the main door stays open and he can hear the commotion inside, laughing, TV, something sizzling on the stove. he hugs himself while he makes his way up the stoop, sucking in air as he taps his knuckles on the spotty black metal. one of the people inside the house calls something over their shoulder, moving through shadow and opening the door, and…

Johnny had seen Darry mad hundreds of times, lots of the time he could understand why too though he’d never tell that to Pony in a million years, but this feels different. the comfortable smile on his face falls away in a second, replaced by /Anger/ and something sort of like disgust, like something in his drink is sour, like he’s three seconds away from throwing said drink in his face. “another one” he calls over his shoulder. johnny steps back confused. “dar-” “we let you boys have your fun but it’s time to stop, ‘know you’re really lucky he ain’t here or I don’t think I’d be able to stop-” he cuts himself off flaring his nose, “I don’t wanna be gettin no kids in trouble but I’ll take you to the station myself if I have’ta”

“dar what’s the-” sodapop appears over his shoulder and makes that same face.

🪦🪱🏚️🍃

…….bye !

first, bullet points my ass. this is half a fic and i am hooked, loudly requesting the rest

wdym another one are the socs doing this often wtf and why was he all the way back at the church omg

second what show is this ?? i’m hooked and now i’d like to watch it akjssj

[waterdeep-weavemoss]

Pest

She stalked through the House of Hope, taking comfort in each heavy step, each time the garish marble floors trembled.

'"The mouse smiled brightly,"' she recited through gritted teeth. '"It outfoxed the cat. Then down came the claw, and that love, was that."' She took a breath, felt her engine settle into a ticking purr. 'The fox made a mistake, it misjudged the mouse. Here she fucking comes to burn down his house.'

An imp flew at her; with lazy, practiced ease, Karlach snatched it by the neck out of the air, threw it to the ground to crush under her boot. She knew he was here. It was too still, too calm. The shades did not wail, the hot winds off the balconies did not stir. She could smell the incubus, hiding, waiting.

Cherries and musk. Faint at first, then heady, choking, cloying sweetness. It made her head swim and she shook it, snarling. 'Fucking tacky bastard,' she said.

'Now, that's just rude,' he said smoothly from behind her. Of course. Filthy sneaking fuck. 'To what do I owe the pleasure, my fearsome fiery friend?'

'Pest control,' she spat, spinning on her heel to look Raphael in the eye. She didn't care that he was taller than her, that his wings eclipsed everything behind him. She cared about smacking the smug grin off his face.

'Karlach,' he purred. 'You're losing your touch. It's not like you to be snuck up on.' He took a step forward, yellow eyes burning with challenge, amusement. She held her ground.

'I've fought bigger uglier bastards than you, you jumped-up prick. Not fucking only do you think you can prey on those tiefling kids,' she growled, stepping right into his face, 'Gortash was your fucking fault.'

He looked down at her, lip curling in disdain. 'That insolent little brat is worthless. Why bring his name into my house?' His tail lashed from side to side, thudding hard into the wall.

'That brat,' she hissed, 'is the reason I was Zariel's attack dog for ten fucking years. And now he's dead.' She raised her chin, eyes shining with triumph.

'Then congratulations are in order,' he said warmly, throwing his arms wide. 'You've overcome your demons, in a surprisingly literal sense. And look at you.' His eyes flicked over her, shrewd and calculating. 'You're strong. Capable.' He leaned forward, conspiratorial. 'I could use your talents.'

Fire flared in her chest, steam hissing from the vents in her shoulder. 'My friend might think she sees good in you, but I don't, Raphael. You can take your job offer and shove it. I'm here to finish the job.'

And then she was swinging the axe, lightning quick; he was quicker though, light-footed despite his hulking size. He stepped aside, caught the back of her head with a wing and sent her tumbling to the floor.

'A shame,' he said, tutting. 'I didn't think you were so foolish.' He grinned, fanged and malicious. 'Mol reminds me of you, you know. Too young to know any better, vulnerable, naïve.' She bared sharp teeth at him, crouched with her tail whipping from side to side.

'Shut the fuck up.'

'That's your problem,' he said, grabbing her by her remaining horn and hauling her off the ground, plucking the axe from her hands and throwing it aside. 'You were far too trusting. If you had any sense you would have seen the mark of the hells all over that pathetic creature, but you didn't want to see it, did you?'

Karlach kicked, thrashing to get free. 'Bastard!'

'You wanted to be loved.' He spat the word like a curse, smiled mirthlessly. 'Foolish girl.'

'SHUT UP!'

The tiefling roared, launching herself forward. Her boot connected and the devil grunted in surprise, dropping her. She landed on hands and feet, leaping to the side as he sent hellsfire her way.

'Dear me, I seem to have touched a nerve. But you always were a scrappy thing. Hardly a soldier. Even less a girl. But come on then, if it makes you feel better to die on your feet. I'll grant you that, at least.'

'Fucking die,' she shot back, swinging at his wing joint. Spurts of hot blood hit the floor, spattered Karlach's chest and arms. It burned hot, but she would not shriek in pain. Only in rage. 'I fucking deserved better! And now I'm going to fucking finish the job!'

'Good luck,' he rumbled dangerously. His tail whipped around to catch her in the face, cutting into her cheek. Blood poured from the wound, fire surged from her engine, and she barrelled forward, catching him around the waist. He was heavy with muscle but so was she; with a quaking crash she tackled him to the ground, straddled him, planting her boots on his wings. He screamed in fury.

'Does it hurt?' she hissed, grinding her heel on the torn flesh. 'Good.'

'Do it then, you coward.' His eyes blazed, hands reaching ineffectually for her throat. 'Finish it. You won't suffer any less. You will carry the wound with you for the rest of your life. This is not a victory, Karlach Cliffgate. Only a momentary pause. But you belong here,' he sneered. 'When you die, this is where your soul will go. There is no escape.'

'Well then,' she said, chest heaving with exertion. 'Guess I'll be seeing you, motherfucker.'

She brought her axe down between his eyes. His death scream mingled with her cry of release and sorrow and primal wrath, shaking the foundations of the House of Hope.

And for good measure, she aimed a swift kick at his chin, shuddered in revulsion as his neck broke.

'Enough,' she said, turning her back on his corpse and walking away, jaw set. 'I want to go home.'

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[yowyowyaoi]

Sasori’s Daily Texts from the Akatsuki

From Tobi/Obito

Obviously.

You can gloat all you want but the fact of the matter is you’re wrong; NOTHING is eternal. 

But can you keep it up without chakra strings? 🤔

Asleep or awake it’s all the same thing.

Go ahead and tell them. They’ll just think you’re crazy 😜 

I’ve tried but Hidan is insufferable and the only way to truly hurt Kakuzu is in his wallet.

Ok please just look at this tooth I feel like it’s throbbing out of my head 😣

Me and you? Teaming up? What a novel idea … REJECTED.

It’s not ridiculous. When you were human did you never just eat a bag of sugar?? It’s so soothing.

He said no cats or dogs. Not a thing about birds. And besides if Itachi can have 900 crows I can have a parakeet. 😤

From Zetsu

I don’t know why YOU get to keep all the best bodies every single time 😒 Your art isn’t more important as my stomach.

I licked his arm once but my goodness he had such a bitter aftertaste.

Clay and gunpowder. Sometimes aftershave.

It wasn’t me this time. Must have been an animal. 🤷🏻‍♂️

Me either! No Bowel Movement Club 🥳

I imagine it’s only the first blow that truly hurts. After that the body goes into too much shock to register the pain. 

From Nagato

Well I figured that with your expertise in puppet chakra control, my bodies wouldn’t be that much different to you.

Redhead unity ✊🏻

Let’s be real, here; Konan is the one running this thing.

I can if it’s cut into very small pieces. And drink lots of water afterwards.

At least yours wasn’t a goddamned pervert.

Clearly I can’t stop these things. All I can do is strongly advise you three use protection with them. Our organization is not equipped to care for babies.

I’ve never really had time to properly train it. I’ve never even heard that much about it before. Maybe Itachi will know.

Yes but I firmly believe we choose our families. And I chose this one. Even Hidan.

From Konan

No, thank you. I’ve learned to appreciate my flaws and live with them.

Okay once again, PLEASE read that book I got you on how to talk to women. For the love of God. 🤦‍♀️

Actually most of them make me sneeze; that’s why I started making paper ones lol 

Of course I can teach you. Why do you want to learn? So you can dance with a certain someone 😏

Yeah, preferably one that’ll give me a pick-up in the mornings.

If you use your chakra strings to make him trip down the stairs I will love you for forever.

I know you don’t eat but you should come for the conversations.

I know he’s been using mine the bottle was full 3 days ago and now it’s almost empty 😡

From Kisame

Itachi and I are traveling past there on our next mission. If you write down what herbs you need I’d be happy to pick them up for you on our way back.

I’m sorry; if I’d known you wanted to use the body I wouldn’t have chewed off the hands 😣

Well I suppose both have caffeine but to me, tea is more calming.

I understand but if it happens again, tell him I won’t be looking the other way. 

I don’t know. If he’s not sleepwalking he’s up for days at a time. I’m worn out trying to keep up 🫠

Please join us; Monopoly seems like it’d be your game.

I stayed until they wanted to do karaoke. Then I snuck out the back door.

That’s more Zetsu’s thing. I only do it if I’m really hungry.

Ah but, if you’re truly going to live forever, why not have some fun with life?

Yes I’ve noticed. Everyone has. But I’m fairly certain Deidara sees nobody but YOU in that way.

From Itachi

My thanks.

Not so bad today actually 

I would just say “ignore it” but he’ll probably throw a bomb into your face so 🤷🏻‍♂️

Well I was going to paint it yellow so it’d be more cheerful but Kisame thinks it would drive me crazy after a few weeks.

Watch the video I just sent and tell me that’s not Hidan 😂

Kisame said to ask you two. Tell Dei they have bakudan.

They just like to sit on top of them. I promise they aren’t pecking or causing any damage to the wood.

One of the funniest things I ever read. Laughed so hard I had to go to bed early because my head was pounding so hard after. But don’t tell Hidan, he’d kill me.

I’m not sure. But after I die you’re free to take one of my eyes and put it into your puppet to see.

From Hidan

No really DO you have one? 🤔

Wtf are you gonna do tho like won’t you catch on fire in the sun?!

He’s my best friend and I love him in a not gay way. So it IS my business asshole.

Thanks puppet dick, I’ll make Kakuzu pay you later. He prob won’t but 🤷🏼‍♂️

No fuck that, that cake was MINE they’re just being little bitches about it 

Damn could you be any gayer for him?

Wait, CAN you fly??

Stop being stingy puppet fuck just give me an arm that shoots fire it’ll be an early birthday present pleeeeease 

Idc get this thing out of my room it’s creeping me tf out 😒

From Kakuzu

I’ve tried but the only way I could see it legitimately working is if I sewed his mouth shut.

Oh of course. I’m always happy to spend an evening surrounded by culture.

That would be ideal but you know how sensitive Leader is about his appearance.

Yes but it’s the most expensive there. You’d be better off disguising yourself and getting it from your old village.

Honestly, at 91? I’m surprised it hasn’t turned to dust yet.

Perhaps Kisame would join us. Give us an evening away from the wives.

I know but what else could we do? He refuses to accept treatment. The only way we could “help” is slipping it into his tea.

Page 34. I wrote notes along the side of the diagram.

I would rip out all of my hearts before I let anyone, including you, spend money on something like that.

From Deidara

No but I’m pretty sure you enjoy making me beg.

Wasn’t me. And you can’t prove otherwise 😈

Your lack of appreciation for my art is truly the most horrible thing about you 😒

Well tough shit it’s MY turn to choose and that’s what we’re doing

Well yeah it’s awkward but I don’t want you worrying. I’m *yours*. I’ve made that clear.

Idc I’ll wear it every single day 😭

If Itachi or Kisame asks, me and Hidan were with you from 12-5 yesterday. Okay?

Keep sending pics like that and you’re gonna end me 🥵

Oh come on pleeeease? I’ll feed it and walk it and everything!

My bed or yours? 

Did you make it yourself?? Awww thank you Sasori 🥰

It’s not the only thing that’s tight ~ 😏

A real boyfriend wouldn’t question it he’d just bring a shoe and come kill it !

Hey at least I found BOTH arms this time!

Geez that sounds so boring. Can’t he send Kakuzu and Hidan instead?!

You know I hate that word … but yes, forever. And ever and ever and ever. 💛

[alienstagestanaccount]

”Oh, wow, you look, uh— young.”

*Till stares down at the alien, eyeing their phone.*

“You’re not here to watch the performances, are you?”

*The fair-haired man bites his bottom lip. This young creature couldn’t have been more than a couple years over twelve.*

*Lovely, he thinks bitterly, so the aliens are even forcing kids this young to witness humans being murdered in cold blood. Some sick sort of conditioning, he figures.*

*The thought leaves a small scowl on his face, but he brings his gaze back to the young alien, trying his best to force a smile.*

“Can I get anything for you? Uh… an autograph, maybe?”

~ @till-the-stars-burn

(Ooc: Hello! I hope this kind of ask formatting is alright :3 If not, then don’t hesitate to let me know and I’ll make something else up)

The little alien looking up at Till doesn't look very human at all--which is to be expected. She is an alien. However, she didn't even have opposable thumbs, or walked on two legs like most other aliens. She had little paws, and seemed to be practically vibrating on four, fur-covered legs. She honestly looked a bit like the picture of the earth animal called a 'cat' that Till had seen once--not threatening at all. She did, however, come up to his knee, which was fairly large for a cat by how much Till knew. "Really?!" Her eyes shone, and she grinned, exposing a mouth full of sharp teeth, clearly made for carnivorous behaviour. A little nerve racking that something this size could be a predator. Maybe it had something to do with the brightly coloured spines on her back? But she didn't seem to catch Till's shifting emotions of discomfort of her age and her attendance her in her excitement, which was usual for somebody of her age. "Oh wow, I would love that! Give me a second--" Gyri had a little bag on, which she used her teeth to swing the actual bag part around to her front, where she then unzipped it with her teeth also. Her paws were used for stabilisation, which made sense--she didn't thumbs, so they were effectively useless. She struggled for a bit, while also talking in her little voice. It was strangely human, but also not. Almost a mimicry, like a parrots. "I wish I could watch the performances, but my momma says I'm too young." She flattened her fins--because she had those, bright yellow, just below her ears--and seemed to pout for a moment. "Doesn't even let me watch the videos online. So I snuck out." Gyri seemed to be having a full on fight with the bag at this point, her little tails lashing, though a bit of pride in her sneakiness seemed to appear in her eyes. "Come on, open up.." She muttered to her bag through trying to yank the zipper open. It seemed to be stuck... (No worries! I liked it :D sorry if this was a lot...also just imagine Giri has a really big seal point cat with fins and two tails lol. She's just a little guy)

[parcy-anda-but-with-actual-posts]

Okay, so first time in a long time tackling a monthly challenge, I'll go ahead and make cumulative weekly posts here for Smaugust (2024). Just having fun, not trying to impress anyone, but I also want a convenient place to come back to it. =v=; General Warning: Creativity is not my strong suit, but I've tried not to be too predictable.

Day 1: Fruit — A scorpion pepper dragon. Peppers are fruits, technically, but I tried to mix it up by having this dragon be super chill, or at least lazy. It's content to be left to its naps as it overheats easily in its hot, arid environment, being more active at night, and even then, not too active. XD I can expand on lore for this, but keeping things simple for now.

Day 2: Ash — medieval/monk illustration inspired, apologies

For this one, I took a photo of the ash tree out front, and used its outline to create a cloud-breathing false hydra of sorts. Sad hypothetical story time: in reality, this is a mass of separate serpents all coiled up together and spewing thick vapors to obscure what lies at its center. These are the various children of an immortal great mother serpent, of whom all that remains is her head. They wouldn't leave her behind, and their home has decidedly not been safe since the incident; they carry her with them everywhere, hiding in misty places and masquerading as a large tree.

Day 3: Storm — I defaulted to scenic, because design on the word storm alone, I was really struggling with. Have a storm drake-like thing. ^^' I created pale yellow glows that shone through and lit up surrounding foliage as it stalks and prepares to attack something. I also let the colors that come to mind with dark clouds and stormy nights take this thing over completely. Fun experiment. C'X

Day 4+5: Fossil+Hybrid — this doesn't bode well, having to combine to make up for lost days this early. >v<; Here, though, have the unholy spawn of anatomically-somewhat-accurate Aerodactyl and the proportions and vibe of an Azhdarchid. I adore these pterosaurs on an aesthetic and imaginative level... would just about wet myself in fear if faced with one. Maybe someday I'll come back to prompts like this and actually put some respectable time into posing and rendering, but for now, just quick ideas for fun. :3

Day 6: Mist — WHOOPS, I missed one - adding this one in belatedly, but it was done on time... might have overlooked this because it really was thrown together in a hurry, and highly self-indulgent. Like, more than most of these. ^^' Have a cotton ball mass of dragon that curiously rolls up on little towns at pre-sunrise hours, especially at the base of mountains. It's a lazy and harmless enough creature, but it has a way of scaring little ones sh*tless, just the same. The sun rays coming through don't hurt it, luckily, but it does add to the "be not afraid" vibes. X'D

Day 7: Striped —Along with nostalgic inspiration of a friend's character, I based this one on a Cheshire Cat vibe, spiraling shapes vaguely snuck in. I'm still having much too much fun with the rough wash brush... but that's what I've decided to do this whole month, is have fun. ^^ Hopefully you're having a nice day!

Each week will be a different post, since the 30 image limit leaves us just shy of fitting the challenge into one post. >v<; See Week 2, if you like! (or Week 3, or 4, for that matter!)

[perlapulido]

A Koopa's Queen

Summary: Gabi Mario thought her life has been going good in her home in Brooklyn until it went down the drain by a day. Not only her but her older brothers too. The trio soon discovered a strange pipe during a mission to turn their life around and got way more than they expected. (A/N: This will be the Movie Version and the artwork is mine.)

Ch6

In the Long Kingdom Peach and Toad stand by the Kranky Kong watching Mario fight against Donkey Kong. Peach looked over at Gabi who had a bored expression on her face while everyone else was cheering for Donkey Kong. She looked forward with Toad as Mario hit s brick making a blue mushroom appear and ate it causing his to shrink. Nebu hovered over to Kranky Kong causing everyone to stop and watch the real Gabi tackle down the fake one off it's seat. "Gabi?" Said Peach after Nebu disappear into Gabi's right wrist. Gabi punched the imposter but got kicked off and into the arena landing on the red beams. "Gabi? Are you okay?" Said Mario in a tiny voice. He looked down at the beam where she landed get up on her feet. "It's an illusion from Bowser. I was trapped in his castle all day until I got out." Said Gabi looking up at him then saw the mystery blocks. She used Donkey Kong by jumping on his back to bouncing off of him to hit the block and out popped a rock mushroom. Gabi ate it turning her body into solid rock and jumped high up and go down straight to the fake Gabi. With the impact it caused a low rumble of the stadium and cloud of dust for moment fore the fake Gabi was kicked into the arena. Gabi land in the red beam where the fake was grabbing the ankle spinning it around a few times before letting go. The fake Gabi hit the wall fading in and out looking at itself as Gabi turned to a boulder crashing into it until it was gone. "Way to go Gabi." Said Peach as the rock mushroom wore off. Gabi smiled at her then looked Mario who turned back to normal and jumped up grabbing the ledge to pull herself up to the crowd. She sat down watching Mario try one more time to beat Donkey Kong by using the mystery block with Gabi's and Peach's help and turn into a yellow cat. Mario dodges Donkey Kong's attack by using his cat abilities and used his claws to scratch him. He then fight him back without getting hit making Gabi cheer for him. Donkey Kong did everything he could to beat Mario but he was too quick for him. He then saw Mario bounce up on the floating bricks doing a flip and dive down with his claws out striking him down hard. "Have enough?" Said Mario. "Not even . . . Close." Said Donkey Kong about to fall off the beam but Mario held his tie before letting go. He fell forward landing flat on his stomach as Mario got on his back. Gabi smiled and went over to Peach who left to met up with Mario. She saw Mario back to his normal self following then to the hut to heal up from the fight. "So that Gabi was a fake the whole time?" Said Mario. "Yeah. I got up to get some water until a koopa snuck behind me and hit me on the head. I later woke up in the throne room caged up. Bowser and his wizard guy used my energy to make that illusion. He said I want you and Luigi gone and Peach is his Queen." Said Gabi. "Never going to happen. I'm glad you managed to escape from him. He didn't hurt you did he?" Said Peach. "No but was shocked twice by the energy draining part." Said Gabi. "Well we are going to do some racing and I need a favor from you and Nebu." Said Peach. "What is it?" Said Gabi. "Could check on my Kingdom? I want to make sure Bowser hasn't done anything." Said Peach. "Sure. Kick some butt Mario." Said Gabi. "Be careful alright." Said Mario putting an ice pack on his cheek. "Aren't I always? Love you." Said Gabi as Nebu came out of her right wrist. She stepped on Nebu who turned to a platform and took off into the Mushroom Kingdom. 

After two hours of no sign of Bowser or the Koopas anywhere Gabi decided look out the balcony seeing Peach and Toad making her worried. She ran down to see no sign of Mario and looked at Toad for answers. "We got ambushed by the Koopas. Mario and Donkey Kong fell in the ocean and were eaten alive by Maw-Ray." Said Toad. Gabi wanted to cry but need to be strong and whistles for Nebu. "Ready to fight?" Dias Gabi. Nebu spun around her and went into her body turning into a full bodysuit with a bit of armor with wrist blasters. Peach ordered everyone to evacuate the kingdom and heard an explosion. She and Gabi walked down to where they heard the noise with Toad and few mushroom people following them. There in the middle of the destruction of her castle was Bowser with Kamek and his army behind them. He looked down at the girls smirking as the Star that he stolen from the Ice palace was presented. "Princess Peach. Will you be my Queen of the Koopas?" Said Bowser. "I will never marry you." Said Peach raising her weapon at him. "Told ya Scales." Said Gabi raising her arms out straight with the wrist blasters ready to fire as Bowser had a sly smirk. "You should choose your words wisely." Said Bowser. Kamek shot his magic at Toad making yell in pain as Gabi lowered her arms looking at him and at Peach. "Bowser. Let him go." Gabi begged looking at Bowser. "Please stop. Okay I'll marry just stop hurting my friends." Said Peach. Kamek let Toad go as Gabi caught him in her arms and watch Bowser smile turning around to his ship. "Get them ready. We have a wedding to plan." Said Bowser walking inside. The Koopas lead Gabi, Toad, and Peach inside the ship going to the Dark lands where Bowser's Castle is. Gabi walked with Peach and Toad who was recovering pretty quick and looked at Peach sadly. She later got stopped by one Koopa with a helmet leading her somewhere else. The Koopa pushed her in the room seeing it was sewing room and saw two dresses in a black covering on the table. Gabi took them seeing one was for Peach which is obviously her wedding dress and the other was a bridesmaid after taking a peek. "Mario if you're alive please stop this." Said Gabi then heard the Koopa telling her to get Peach ready. She walked out following him to the dressing room near the wedding reception just three doors away. Gabi went in seeing Peach finish talking to Toad who quickly left and pulled out the wedding dress. "Don't worry Gigi. Bowser hasn't won yet." Said Peach as Gabi looked at her eyes. "You sent him to make your bouquet." Said Gabi. "Yeah and we both know I'm not marrying that monster." Said Peach. "I know. I said it to his face. Nebu watch Toad and help him out." Said Gabi as Nebu left her body. The girls looked at each other not saying a word before they started to get ready for the Nightmare of a wedding. 

[moviesludge]

current stuff:

finally had a decent sleep since the fuckin unpleasantness. nice not to feel completely out of it for a change. i'm still pissed off probably permanently but I'm keeping busy.

been doing the dishes every day. feels good to be helpful taking care of something nobody likes to do.

my sister bought a digital SLR pentax camera a bunch of years ago and never really used it (she didnt have a computer so I don't know if she knew what she was buying). she loaned it to me without ever really having used it and it has been that way for years now. I finally got it together to give back to her since she finally has a computer now and she told me she thinks its too complicated for her to use. I offered to help her with it but she wasn't interested. So I was like "well can I just have it then?" I wanted to either own it or return it and she decided to just let me keep it. Then I remembered that I have an old panasonic lumix from like 2014 that still works pretty well but doesn't ever get used, so we traded. She liked the smaller cam better. I showed her how to use it and found a cable and charged the battery for her.

So I used the pentax to take some pics of the garden today so I can post some updates of the flowers and stuff. a lot of stuff is going dormant for winter or whatever though. might have to find some wintry plants or something.

A while back, my dad built his own sprinkler for the yard with pvc pipe and fittings. It's 2 long pvcs connected by a small piece of hose and (I think) 4 sprinkler heads across the whole thing. Looks like:

|o---------o-|===|-o---------o|

| = the feet, o = sprinkler heads, = the hose, --- = pvc

So I watered today, but since the main grass is so time consuming and by far the hardest bit to keep alive, I set up my dad's weird sprinkler for the first time on the hose timer he has. I like how you can set the timer and have it shut the water off after 30 minutes or whatever. Will probably use it from now on. I didn't even want to try to bother with it before but it's pretty straightforward.

I regularly break yellowing and dead leaves off of my houseplant (dumb cane plant), and there was one extremely long stem on it that only had one small leaf. I broke it off near the base and then broke half of the long stem off then stuck it in some water. I'm going to see if I can propagate it and get it to root. If I can get a whole plant going from it, might give it as a gift or something. The snarl of stems in the center of the pot is pretty dense now. It's such an old plant.

Also walked on the treadmill again today. Been almost a week since the last one. Went well. HR right where I would want it in the 150-160 range. I do these for 30 minutes now.

My treadmill movie lately is SHAKMA. Never seen it before and had no idea it had to do with dungeon larping at a science lab. Interesting idea for a movie! It's ok so far.

Most of the time I crack the garage door while walking on the treadmill for airflow, and today a black & white cat snuck in under the door while I was walking. But it saw me and bolted back the way it came.

[mayweneverdie]

Don’t Go Chasing Waterfalls

—

Pairing - Eagle Flies/Reader

Cw - no pronouns for reader except ‘you’, romeo and juliet esque (not too much tho), angst w/ no happy ending, me being emotional, no beta read, could be a teeny weeny bit suggestive but i still got a year til i can dive into that stuff, actually it’s a bit more than teeny weeny, talk of self depreciation at the very end.

A/N - I’m feeling a bit better, albeit still kinda depressed or smth. I was listening to Waterfalls by TLC. Also do y’all like this font better than the regular font? I’m just trying something new format wise. Also I’m kinda getting into the john doe vis novel game.

—

He was everything. The air you breathe, the water you use to care for your hair and skin, and the soft words he’d whisper into the shell of your ear.

For the past year, you had accumulated many things from him. Like letters, clothes, declarations of love, and many late night rendezvouses.

He’d quietly tap on your window late at night, hoping your guardians were deep in sleep while he snuck in to keep you company. Clumsy kisses and fingers slipping under fabric were the most vivid in your memory of him.

It wasn’t until recently that he became distant.

You’d wait past your curfew to greet him at your window, but the visit wouldn’t come until days later with whispered apologies and kisses under your ear. You would make excuses that maybe his father had caught on, or maybe there were matters in the night that were urgent.

Those excuses kept on seeping into the wrinkles of your brain and contours of your heart until you met his newer friend, Charles. The meeting was accidental, only meaning to visit your beloved. He was nice, though a bit intimidating with how he towered over you.

Through conversations that you had overheard like a cat does a mouse squeaking, you learned that your beloved had been making iffy plans with a gang leader. The more of these conversations you’ve heard, the more your heart worked overtime.

Nights later, he finally made an appearance. His finger tapping on the window as he balanced on an overgrown limb of your favorite tree. Your heart swells and your eyes widen a little before you go to open the window.

He crawls in and quickly snakes his hands to your hips, pulling you close and kissing the shell of your ear.

“‘M sorry.” He’d whisper as he slowly shuffle the two of you to your bed. Like many nights before this, he’d lay you down and kneel one leg on the bed while the other supported him on the wooden floor. His right hand would press into the mattress beside your head while the other would cradle your face.

“Where’ve you been?” You whispered. He seemed hesitant to answer.

“And please don’t lie.” You would say in an even quieter whisper as your hand cups the hand that he had cradling your cheek.

“I’m here now.” He’d argue softly before kissing you again.

“But where were you for the past few weeks?”

Silence.

Frowning, you sit up and move his hand from your cheek. He hadn’t lied before, so this scared you a bit.

“I need to do this, I won’t stand by while my people are pushed every other way.” He explained, but still didn’t tell you what.

“Why won’t you tell me the whole truth?” You ask softly before pausing, “I think I know why, but I want to hear you say it.”

This seemed to upset him more. He sighed and moved back from you and sat at the other end of the bed. As he told you everything, the good, bad, and ugly, your face seems to soften like wet clay.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” You asked as you crawled closer to him.

“I don’t know.” His arms wrapped around your waist as he pulls you into his lap. You gaze up, the candle glowing a soft yellow onto his features.

“I hope you know that if you leave me too soon, I’m going to kill you.” Those words earned you a chuckle from him. His eyes studies yours for a moment, as if asking a question. Sighing, you press your forehead to his as you hope to somehow transfer your thoughts of love and worry for him.

“It’s like watching a Persian cat strut around a candle with you, one wrong move and you’ll go up in flames.” You murmured, but he only chuckled. It almost seemed cocky, like he’d be infinite.

But that was months ago and you were ripped back into reality where he was a finite person like you and I. You hadn’t much time to visit, always rushing to work where you’d lay down whiskey for way too little pay. His sash hung sadly on the grave marker. He was the only person you could ever fade into without a second thought.

“God, I hate you for lying,” Your voice would wobble as you said this, “And I hate you for making me feel so special just to leave me.”

You didn’t know why you said such hateful things to him even thought you knew he’d never respond. Despite your cruel words and scowled face, you always left some of the dried flowers he gave you. Not only to honor him, but to maybe soothe the thought that he’d never tap on your window again.

“And now you’ve curse me to live alone.” You croaked as you smeared the wet tears, irritating your already glossy and blotchy skin.

And life would go on. Without him. And sometimes you thought it wouldn’t be a horrible fate to join him.

—

A/N - Y’all my fatass cat was laying on my hair so when i tried to sit up, i was rudely yanked down. Also sorry for being emo with this one.

[raggedclanlifegen]

Moon 1 - An Heir is Born but Not Without Sorrow

Minkstar hadn't been prepared for this as she lay in her nest in the makeshift nursery. Snowyfeather looked down at her happily and Hornetstem was keeping Asterkit and Stemkit away from her nest.

"Congratulations, Minkstar. StarClan has blessed you with five kits! Two she-cats and three toms." Bitternlightning purred as she gazed at the small bundles at Minkstar's belly.

"Thank you," Minkstar said quietly. She was gazing down at her kits with worry. Two of them weren't as active as the other three, and she couldn't help but assume the worst. "But Bitternlightning, those two are less active. Will they be alright?"

Bitternlightning's tail tip twitched, and a strange flash of emotion crossed her face. "To be honest with you, Minkstar, I don't know. There isn't much we can do but hope." Bitternlightning dipped her head. "I'll do what I can, however." She promised.

]Snowyfeather, who had been mostly silent, finally spoke up. "Let's name them then." He looked into Minkstar's eyes. "They deserve it."

Minkstar was silent for a moment before sighing. "Very well. I want to name the eldest kit Shinekit. Her fur is so silky." Minkstar nuzzled her daughters head.

Snowyfeather purred. "I want to name this spotted tom Breezekit. Just look at those legs." Snowyfeather gently stroked the tom-kits long legs.

"Then this she-kit will be named Waterkit for how her fur flows." Minkstar declared, looking down at the weak kit whose chest was shakily rising and falling.

"This little tom-kit will be Pondkit, for my mother. He looks just like her." Snowyfeather gently lapped the kit's head, and Pondkit squeaked in reply.

"Then this last tom-kit will be name--" Minkstar was cut off as Stemkit and Asterkit snuck past Hornetstem and up to the nest.

"Can we name him?" Stemkit looked pleadingly at Minkstar, her yellow eyes shining.

"Yeah, can we?" Asterkit chimed in. "So it's even!" He added.

Minkstar exchanged a glance with Snowyfeather who nodded. "Very well. You may name him." Minkstar decided, drawing her tail back slightly so the two older kits could get a better look.

Both beaming, Asterkit and Stemkit whispered briefly to each other as Hornetstem looked on disapprovingly.

"We've come up with a name!" Asterkit declared, his little tail vibrating excitedly.

"We want to name him Fernkit, so the forest will one day be covered in them again." Stemkit said proudly. "Do you like it?"

Minkstar smiled. "Of course. It's a wonderful name. Thank you." She licked the two kit's heads. "Now, off you go. I'm sure it's your nap time, and I need my own rest."

The two kits nodded and scampered off over to Hornetstem who scowled at them both. "Next time, talk to me before you--" He was interrupted as Shinekit began mewling loudly, kicking her little paws.

Minkstar and Snowyfeather looked down worriedly, but both breathed a sigh of relief as they realized Pondkit had simply rolled on top of her.

"Silly kits." Snowyfeather chuckled. Though Hornetstem didn't look too amused as he settled down with Asterkit and Stemkit. The little ordeal apparently had struck a small nerve.

"Yes, silly kits." Minkstar agreed as she settled her tail around her kits, snuggling up to them. She was purring as she drifted off the sleep, and Shinekit felt the gentle vibrations.

Minkstar was staring out of the entrance, her mind far away. Waterkit and Fernkit had taken their last breathes some time during the night. Though she still had three kits left, she felt hollow. How could Starclan be so cruel? Snowyfeather had just returned to camp from burying the two small kits who were barely as light as a feather. The weather surely reflected Minkstar's mood. It was raining and the clouds hung low. There was no pleasant earthy smell, only the smell of death and decay being carried on the wind.

"I ran into a few rogues on the border who used to have an issue with me, but I was able to talk it out with them. They shouldn't be a problem..." Garlicash's voice was faintly carried by the wind over to Minkstar's ears, but it didn't really register.

"Good." Came the reply to Garlicash from Hornetstem. He seemed content and noted to Garlicash that Asterkit had found a baby rabbit earlier that day and that he had shooed it off. "It could make for a good food source when it's grown." He continued.

Minkstar finally blocked the two completely out. She felt a twinge of jealousy. Some stupid prey got to keep her baby but she couldn't? But then she shook her head. That was nonsense. She was sure that the rabbit mother probably lost some of her babies too. How couldn't you, out in this new world? Her jealousy was replaced by a strange piece of pity. She hoped the mother rabbit found some kind of peace of mind. But that was silly too, she thought.

"Minkstar?" A small voice broke through her clouded thoughts and she raised her head slightly to see Asterkit looking at her innocently. Can't I play with your kits?" He asked.

"NO!" Minkstar hissed at the kit, curling her tail tightly around her own kits who mewled with surprise at the sudden noise.

Asterkit looked shocked and fell back in surprise. "I-I'm sorry, Minkstar, I just--"

"I'll play with you, Asterkit. You know my kits are young, and Minkstar's a little sad right now." Snowyfeather had entered the nursery and was looking down at Asterkit pityingly. "Let's see who's the last to fall in the mud." He said, gently guiding Asterkit out without saying a word to Minkstar.

Guilt wormed in her belly for yelling at the kit, but she only wanted to keep her babies safe. She'd already lost two and wouldn't risk losing another. She watched hollowly once more as Asterkit and Snowyfeather played in the rainy clearing.

Minkstar had left the nursery as soon as Hornetstem said he'd be able to feed them small amounts of prey. Though they were young and would have a better chance with her milk, Minkstar couldn't bear to be around them anymore. Something had changed within her, and she was almost back to normal, completing her duties and keeping the clan organized. However, it came crashing down when Chivefuzz burst into camp, eyes darting around widly.

"Tempestfur is dead! A wolverine grabbed her from its burrow and ate her! She's gone! I couldn't retrieve her body!" Chivefuzz wailed, falling to the ground in despair.

"What?!" Multiple cats jumped to their paws, swarming around Chivefuzz, demanding her to answer their question.

Minkstar jumped down from the low ledge she was on and pushed through the crowd, crouching beside Chivefuzz. "Where was this? We need to take care of this issue before the wolverine becomes a bigger threat to the rest of the clan." Minkstar looked furious.

"It was out by the old BushClan border, not hard to miss at all. The smell was awful." Chivefuzz said through tears. "Please be careful!" She pleaded.

"Of course." Minkstar nodded, turning to face her warriors. "Curlthorn, Silkpaw, Snowyfeather, I want you three to either kill this wolverine or drive it from the territory. Chivefuzz, lead them to it, but I only want you to fight if you're able." Minkstar ordered.

Curlthorn nodded and called over Silkpaw. The two she-cats had a certain look in their eyes. Tempestfur had come to the clan with them, and these two would likely do anything to avenge her.

"Be careful." Minkstar made a point to look at the two sternly, though she made no moves towards Snowyfeather, who seemed hurt. The tom gazed at her briefly before turning to follow Chivefuzz out, Curlthorn and Silkpaw hard on his tail.

"A hairless dog missing a limb?" Minkstar cocked her head, looking thoughtful. The patrol had just returned with good news of driving out the wolverine, but also brought the news of a huge dog.

"Yes. A foul smell came from it, but it looked to only be passing through. It made no moves to come any closer." Curlthorn was nodding. "Should we set up extra patrols through that area?"

Minkstar nodded. "Yes, that's a good idea. Let Snowyfeather know. We've just lost one cat, and we don't need to lose any others."

"Of course." Curlthorn bowed her head before padding off to search for Snowyfeather.

Minkstar, now left alone with her thoughts, was scanning the barren camp. The rain still pushed on, forcing most cats into their dens. She swallowed back guilt as she got to her paws and padded towards the nursery. A familiar scent hit her nose as she poked her head in. Marshstalk was sitting and gently playing with her kits. He looked sad a longingly at them.

"Marshstalk?" Minkstar called out, padding towards the senior tom. He looked up in surprise and gave a small smile as she sat beside him.

"Hello, Minkstar. I hope you don't mind me being in here. Hornetstem asked me to watch them while he took Asterkit and Stemkit to the dirtplace." He chuckled.

"Of course not." She shook her head. "But are you alright? You looked...sad." She looked at him questioningly.

"Yes, yes, I'm fine. Just thinking about mine and Bittern's kits. We have a litter of three, but we're not sure where they are now. Once they grew up they left us to travel, but always came back to visit." He sighed. "But ever since the flames fell, we haven't had much hope. We don't know where they are. We tried sticking around for them, but when we found Garlic we knew we needed to do something."

Minkstar was surprised. She hadn't realized the pair had had a little together. "I'm so sorry. It must be awful not knowing where they are." She rested her tail on his back.

He shook his head. "No, no, it's alright. I've come to terms with it. They were all grown, they knew how to take care of themselves and Bittern taught them all her medical skills. I know they're out there somewhere." He smiled, hope shining in her eyes.

"Would you ever consider another litter?" Minkstar raised a brow. "The way you look at mine makes me think so." She said gently.

Marshstalk gave a small nod. "I wouldn't mind it at all if Bittern wants it. It'd be nice to give these three some more playmates." He went silent for a moment. "But I'd feel guilty, almost like I'd be replacing them."

Minkstar nodded in understanding. "I can see how you'd think that, but I'm sure they'd understand. Do what your heart tells you." She assured him.

Marshstalk seemed lighter. "Thank you, Minkstar. I appreciate it." He perked his ears. "I think I hear Hornetstem coming back. Better clear out. I can't tell you how many stories I've told Asterkit and Stemkit today." He chuckled.

Minkstar gave a small laugh as well. "I'll talk to you later. Have a good night."

Marshstalk dipped his head and ducked out of the nursery, being replaced by Hornetstem, Asterkit, and Stemkit. Hornetstem gave Minkstar a small nod before settling down the two older kits.

"I'm sorry little ones. I'll stay with you, just for tonight." Minkstar gingerly settled beside Shinekit, Breezekit, and Pondkit, who all gave little mews as they snuggled up to her. She let herself purr as she set her head down with a smile, drifting off to sleep.