#one day I'll finish drawing these meow meows

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Miss Fortune Bandits Outfits

(Archiving some stuff I speculated on twitter a couple years ago about the outfits of the Miss Fortune Bandits)

Clover, Charm, and Coin have a mix of clothing in their outfits coming from four sources: The Galaxy Team, the Ginkgo Guild, the Diamond Clan, and the Pearl Clan.

All three were members of the Galaxy Team, albeit in different Corps

The bandits have stolen from the Ginkgo Guild in the past, as mentioned by Volo

Clover was a member of the Diamond Clan

Coin was a member of the Pearl Clan

Clover is confirmed to have been from the Diamond Clan and part of the Survey Corps of the Galaxy Team. She still wears Diamond Clan boots and a Survey Corps skirt.

Coin is confirmed to have been from the Pearl Clan, and she mentions "plowing fields for the Galaxy Team," suggesting she was part of the Agriculture Corps. She still wears a Pearl Clan belt and skirt and orange Agriculture Corps jacket and leggings.

Charm is from neither of the Clans, but her outfit appears to have the Pearl Clan leggings and a Diamond Clan skirt. It's possible they were borrowed from Coin and Clover, since Coin doesn't wear Pearl Clan leggings and Clover doesn't wear a Diamond Clan skirt, so those pieces of their original outfits would have been available.

The purples of Charm's outfit aren't an exact match in hue to the Construction Corps uniforms; however, there don't seem to be signs of other Corps uniforms in her outfit.

Something interesting, though, is that Charm is wearing a belt and shoe style that only the Galaxy Captains seem to wear. Maybe she had a leadership position before she left? Or it's a character design choice to emphasize she's the "Captain" of the Miss Fortunes?

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Yandere Stobotnik x Platonic Reader Chapter 2: The man

TW: Kidnapping, Threatening, Emotional manipulation. Kind of a mental breakdown/ anxiety attack?

You woke up without Maddie or Ozzy in the house, leaving it to feel empty. You were colder without Ozzy to lay on, and nothing other than Tom taking a shower could be heard. You checked the time, 6:52. I guess Tom took the day off to pack and get ready for San Francisco? You got up and got dressed in matching clothing, which soothed you a little bit.

You got downstairs and decided to go and make breakfast, which lead to slightly singed pancakes, but a meal you made yourself. Tom finished and was dressed in a casual outfit when he got downstairs and smiled when he saw that you made breakfast for him. You looked at him questioningly, "D- Did you take the day off or?" He sat down, "I asked to come in a little later today since I had to drive Maddie." You nodded, "Ah, that makes more sense. What time are you coming in?" He finished the bite he was chewing and then replied, "Around lunchtime, don't worry though, I won't arrive then take my lunch break, I'll eat here." 

You nodded and finished the bite you were eating before asking another question. "You think Maddie's over there by now?" "Yeah, I think so, I believe her flight arrived at 6:30, but I might be wrong so why don't we call her later today and find out?" "Have you seen anything weird lately?" He paused and asked for clarification, "What do you mean?" "Like have you seen anything like a quill but it was to big to be a normal hedgehog's quill, or a slightly anthropomorphic hedgehog?" He paused and looked at you incredulously. 

"D- did you know I picked up a quill yesterday?" You almost dropped your fork and knife in surprise, "What?" Your heart was fluttering, in a bad way. "Yeah, I saw it while I was at the speed trap. Oh! And one thing, I had my speedometer go off twice with high numbers." "D-do you think that maybe those are connected, I saw something weird yesterday." "What did you see?" You explained that both you and Maddie didn't know what it was that you saw. "Maybe it's aliens?" Tom joked. "Me and Maddie said the same thing, maybe it's a sign to get the heck out of dodge." You hummed a agreement out and finished the meal in silence with each other. It felt wrong without her or Ozzy.

You washed the dishes when you were done and then got started packing the books in your room, at around 8:30, Tom calls you down. "On the phone with Maddie!" You rushed downstairs to join the conversation.

"Whatcha' doing?" You asked, curious. "Just drawing, with Jojo, And Rachel." "Has she -she being Rachel- convinced you to leave me yet?" "No, but she wants me to check your phone for dating apps." "Good luck, the only apps I have are the ones that came with my phone." A moment of silence, then, "And the Olive Garden app," You pitched in on the "Cause' when you're there, you're family." Tom was remined of something, and said "Hey fascinating stuff here, we got a power outage."

"Oh, that's interesting ...." A clatter outside was heard, Tom looked at you momentarily before deciding it was racoons. He moved to the drawer with the tranquilizer in it while still continuing to speak, "Hey, how much does the racoon need before sleeping, Greenhill's finest Vet?" "Tom, That's for bears-" He finished setting up the gun to shoot, "Perfect, then it'll work." A gasp could be heard through the phone, "TOM!" He hung up on Maddie, leaving her to wonder what he was going to do to the poor racoons.

You followed Tom to see what that was, maybe it's what I saw yesterday? Hm, unlikely, but still.  We walked out to the garage, I walked behind Tom, who was ready to bust down the door. He kicked it in yelling "SFPD!" You chimed in, "Pending background check!" You both rushed inside and there it was, the ?hedgehog?. "Um, Meow?" Tom shot him with the tranquilizer in surprise, leading the ?hedgehog? to drop the thing that he was holding and create a ?portal? to the top of a building.

You walked back in shock, what the. The ?hedgehog?  flopped to the floor and dropped the bag that he was holding. You watched the bag fall into the ?portal? created on the floor and land on the building. You and Tom watched in shock as the portal closed in on itself. You shared a look and then Tom seemed to have broken out of his stupor. 

Tom grabbed the thing and shoved it in an animal cage that Maddie left in the garage. You got out of your frozen state when he handed you the tranquilizer gun. You held it until you two got into the house, then you put it on the cabinet. You and Tom had a moment of silence before he stuttered something out to himself. "Wh-what the fuck is that?" You sat down, and watched the thing breathe for a beat before saying something. "I think that this is what I saw."

He turned and looked at you, "Really?" You looked at him, "Yes." There was a pause as you both thought about what to say to each other. "I think we should call it a hedgehog." "Why?" You turned back to the thing in the cage. "Because that's what I've been calling it in my mind." He chuckled a little bit, "I don't mean to laugh, it's just that you're delivery was funny to me for some reason." You shrugged. "Gotta have humor in serious situations."

The silence was starting to settle in like a heavy, weighted, blanket amongst you two. Tom, done with the silence, beckoned to you to get up and talk to him. You got up from your seat and walked over to him. You both put your back to the hedgehog and were going to call Maddie before you heard the cage door opening and you stopped Tom.

You both turned around, shocked -even though you both were pretty sure he opened the door- to find that he escaped from the cage. "hgn, What happened?" You gasped and stepped back again. Tom walked to the hedgehog and asked "What are you?" "A hedgehog?" It asked the incredulously, like in disbelief that someone wouldn't know what it is. There was commotion outside, and it ran to the window. "Oh no, they found me again." 

You raised your eyebrows, "Again?" It turned to you, "Yes, again." It turned to Tom, "You've got to help me, Donut Lord." The commotions stopped. "Why should I help you?" "Because you shot me, and this is life or death." Tom looked in distress between you and the hedgehog. "You, Room, HIDE." You pointed to the hedgehog and Tom rephrased the sentence, "It- Attic, You- Room."

You went up the stairs and pretended to go inside your room. You could hear Tom open the door, and talk to someone outside. You didn't hear much though, only little snippets. You tried inching closer, but remembered the floorboards are creaky, and that would tell them that you are there. "So tell me why I should let you inside my house?" You put your hand to your mouth, What? Is someone trying to get in? "Are you aware of ..." Something came in through the window, which made you stand up in alarm. The floor boards creaked as you walked -more like ran- to your closet to hide. 

What the fuck? 

It was silent for a few minutes, most likely seconds but your impatience left you thinking it was longer -as far as you heard at least- before you heard thumping ?down? the stairs. You waited a few beats, and then you could hear a scream momentarily and then rapid fire gunshots with glass breaking.

You shut your eyes, you were panic stricken, and waited until you could hear something. It was minutes, -you counted to try and calm yourself- before you heard something come ?up? the stairs. You heard two pairs of feet, which meant it was likely two people who were here. Doors were flung open and you could hear that they were getting closer to where you were hiding.

Your bedroom door was busted open and then you could hear that they were right outside the closet door. "Hey, Doctor? Are you sure that someone was here?" A fluttering was heard as someone turned around. "Of course I am sure that someone was here." They flung open the door to your closet revealing you to them, as they did though, they kept talking. "Did you doubt my robots, Stone?"

'Stone' -at least as far as you knew, they were named Stone- pointed to you, and smiled at the 'Doctor'. "Of course not, Doctor." Doctor -this time you knew for sure who was who- grabbed your arm violently and pulled you up to them. "Now, adolescent, we need you to come with us to the police department." Dear god, he's scary. "O-okay. W-where's Tom?" Stone's eyes flicked to Doctor then to you. Doctor just let go of you and walked away.

Stone stayed behind and put a hand on your shoulder to try to comfort you. "Tom is- Tom is unavailable currently." Stone then lead you downstairs where you saw a catastrophe of a house. The table was broken, glass shards were everywhere, bullet holes riddled the walls and floor. Stone was preoccupied with something outside, which left you alone in the house. What happened? Is he dead? Who are these people? You saw that the tranquilizer was still on the counter where you left it, and you compulsively grabbed it and put it in your pocket.

Stone entered again to drag you away from the mess that was now your house. There were two large trucks outside where Doctor was standing outside one of them, impatiently waiting and tapping his foot. Stone explained "I had driven one of the trucks to investigate one area, and the Doctor had driven the other to investigate here, but now he wants to drive you down to the police station and investigate there, while I drive the other back to base. So, you'll be driving with him." Base? 

"O-okay." You got into the truck with Doctor in tow and sat down in one of the seats, and odd one since it was your lucky number and you needed all the luck you could get. "No. Sit somewhere else." The Doctor ordered you, so you sat in the next seat that was your lucky number -another odd number-, but that wasn't good enough for the Doctor. "Sit down beside me then, if you can't sit in the right place." 

So you did just that, you sat down beside him and yelled at him from inside your mind. Excuse me what? I can sit down in the right spot. I was sitting down to get luck, and it wasn't in the way of anything or anyone so I was in the right, you are in the wrong.

Your thoughts of anger were quickly burst when Doctor asked you why you sat in the wrong place. "I sat in the luck number spot." "What do you mean?"  You shrugged, "It was my lucky number where I sat, and you're kind of scary so I need all the luck I can get." He huffed. "I don't see why you think that. Luck doesn't exist, it's just a construct we created, all there is is probability. " You swallowed, I have to tread carefully. "I don't know why I think that way either." 

You quickly arrived at the police department, much to your relief, and got out of the truck. Wade's car was outside, alongside a few black cars, none of which you recognized. You entered the air conditioned police station in tow of the Doctor. Wade was surrounded by some people in black suits. Wade looked discombobulated and also looked like he was about to cry. You walked over to Wade, who looked at you in concern. "I thought Tom wasn't going to show up for a while today." You sat down at a chair, "Yeah, well um." You leaned towards him, and started whispering. "I think Tom's dead, and these guys-" You gestured to the men, "Had something to do with it." 

He whispered to you, "You think Tom's dead?" The shock of it made his hands shake, "I do, there were bullet holes and gun fire, and now Tom's missing." "O, M, G." He looked at you and wrapped you into a hug, "I'm so sorry." Doctor harumphed and then announced to everyone in the room, "So, you simple minded compatriots, I shall tell you what is going on." You and Wade looked to the Doctor, "There is investigation of the power outage incident, and it occurred in this sleepy little town." Stone entered the police station, and walked to Doctor.

You and Wade shared a look of confusion, but neither of you wanted to interrupt him talking, and so you kept silent. I thought it just happened here? Was it farther than that? He continued, "We are from the government, and we are taking over for now." Your eyes widened, the government? Wade gasped a little in shock, a sentiment you agreed with. The Doctor finished his announcement, and walked over to you and Wade. 

He looked around for a seat to sit on and then grabbed it once he saw a seat, Stone stood behind the Doctor. Doctor scooted close to you two before asking a question. "What do you know about terrorism?" You leaned back a little in shock, "W-what?" He grunted in annoyance, "What do you know about terrorism?" You looked around, as if searching your memory , when it came to you. "Acts of violence, particularly against civilians, in order to get a political point across?" 

"Close but what about domestic terrorism?" A look of confusion came across you and Wade's faces. "The same but done with someone from the country?" You asked, looking around again for something. "Hmm. Close enough. That's what Tom is." Your eyes widened again. "B-but-" Wade came to your rescue, "He can't put bait on when fishing, there is no way he can be a terrorist." 

You interjected, "I-isn't he dead anyway?" Doctor sighed, "Sadly-" He gave a look to Stone, "He isn't, nor is he captured." Tears came to your eyes in relief that Tom wasn't dead, You didn't want to lose another parent so soon. "Oh." "Oh?" Doctor queried. "I thought he was dead, ya 'know cause of the bullet holes, and gunfire." Doctor nodded, "A incorrect assumption, but I see how you jumped to that conclusion. But, back to the topic at hand here, Tom is a terrorist, even if you think him a good man."

No, no way he's a terrorist. It must be because of that hedgehog we helped earlier. The thing must be wanted by the government. You snuck a look at the clock, 4:41, whish was surprising because time had moved so fast. "Why is he a terrorist?" You dared to ask. "He is helping an enemy of the state, which reminds me of something." He stood up and beckoned you to do so as well. Stone stepped back to let Doctor through, and you followed Doctor to an empty room. 

Doctor grabbed something from Stone's pocket and held it in front of you. It seemed like a quill from a hedgehog, but it was long, glowing blue and sparkling with electricity. "What is this to you? And what was it doing inside your house?" "It must have been a glowstick, from a previous performance of mine." He hummed, "Then why is it so bright?" "Good glowstick, perhaps?" He hummed again, then handed it to Stone to keep. He started walking closer to you, and he grabbed your chin to look at him. "Look, adolescent, Don't play games with me." "I-I'm not, I don't know what's going on a-and I'm s-scared c-cause I thought that my dad was dead, and I didn't want him to die as well, and-" You burst into tears, all of your anxiety caught up to you and exploded within. 

You dropped to the ground and held your knees to yourself. You couldn't stop crying, even though it showed that you were vulnerable right now, you just couldn't stop. Stone kneeled beside you and started rubbing circles into your back. Doctor just stood there dumbfounded, he didn't know what to do, as someone just started crying in front of him, seemingly without warning. He just left you crying with Stone. 

It was hard, you didn't want to cry but your body was crying without you meaning it to, leaving you feeling awful making you cry more. Stone just kneeled there rubbing your back and giving you tissues while you were crying into yourself, which was for a while, because you couldn't stop. Eventually you did stop, but that was when all the tears in your body were gone.

You breathed in, and blew your nose again before standing up. "I'm sorry that you had to do that. I shouldn't cry." He gave you a sympathetic look, "It's okay to cry, it must have been a lot for you today." You laughed a little. "Yeah, it was." You threw away your tissues and breathed in really deep. "I'm okay now, I promise." "Okay. You ready to go out there?" 

"Yeah, I think so." You opened the door and took a look at the clock when you sat back down with Wade. 6:11. Doctor was talking to somebody else when you sat down. "You okay? Your eyes are puffy and red, did they make you cry?" You shook your head. "No, they didn't make me cry. I'm fine Wade." He said nothing, but moved the tissue box closer to you.

You were exhausted, but you fought with your tiredness to stay awake by stabbing yourself with your fingernails. You did end up falling asleep, but you woke up at 8:22, so it was just a little nap. Wade tapped you on the shoulder to see if you were awake. He needed to tell you something. "Hey, you awake?" You mumbled something, and then shook your head to wake up. "Yeah, sorry 'bout that."

"It's okay, I understand, but they have a plan as to where you'll be staying." You were more awake at that point, "What? What do you mean?" He paused for a moment then shook his head about something mentally. "Um, so, you won't be staying at your house 'cause it's an investigation zone and you would be trampling evidence, and since both of your guardians are unavailable to watch you, you will be staying with them - I think." You blinked slowly at him, "Why can't I stay with you?" 

He shrugged, "I don't know. Sorry, kiddo."  Doctor and Stone stopped by Wade's desk where you two were, "Did you manage to relay the information?" Doctor asked in a demanding tone. "Yeah, I told Y/N that they wouldn't be staying with me." The phone started to ring, and Wade picked it up before Doctor could. 

Tom's voice was a bit staticky, but you could hear him through the phone. "Hey Wade." Wade whispered into the phone, "What is going on, Tom? There are these men in suits and they were asking about you and asking about terrorism, and I told them you couldn't put bait on, there is no way he's a terrorist." Tom cut him off, "Wade, I need you to not let them know I called you." Wade looked at Doctor and Stone, "Yeah, I think they already know." 

Doctor grabbed the phone out of Wade's hand, "Mr. Wachowski ." "Ah, Hello Robotnik." "I want you to know that the only other person to punched me in the face was the school yard bully, he hit me in the cafeteria causing a blunt force contusion to the soft tissue surrounding my orbital bone, humiliated me in front of the entire school and you know what I did in response?" "I assume that you went to the teacher and reported him?" "No, I examined the inefficiency in a world where brawn overtrumped brain and I used technology to resolve that inefficiency. The boy ate his meals through a straw for a year. You are about to become the bully with a straw. I am coming for you Mr. Wachowski and when I catch you- I'll." Tom hung up the phone abruptly, stopping Robotnik from finishing his sentence.

"Hello? Hello? Hello Hello Hello?" Wade interrupted Robotnik, "Um, I think he hung up actually, 'cause I noticed the light isn't on." "Thank you, Officer Brainfart." Wade pouted at the insult. "You know what, just sit there and be you - sless." He beckoned for you to come with him as he walked off from the room.

"Um, aren't any of you going to erase my memory or something?! I will tell people about this!" But nobody did anything.

You followed Robotnik and Stone where they stopped in front of the truck. "Now, adolescent, are there any questions for my superior intellect?" You fiddled with your fingers, "A-actually, yes there is, Why couldn't I stay with Wade?" He laughed a little, "You were in the home and care of a terrorist, why would we let you be alone with someone when we could watch you?" Stone entered the truck, and it was just you and Robotnik outside. 

"B-but I d-didn't do anything, Why are you watching me?" He put his hands to his temples and rubbed them in frustration, and screamed at you, "BECAUSE!"

You grabbed the tranquilizer in your pants, I am not going with someone with power in the government that high, he can do almost anything without consequences, he could do anything to me. You shot the man with the tranquilizer and ran, but you could hear him grab the dart out from his leg and drop it to the ground. The crunch of the ground beneath your feet was quickly doubled as the man ran behind you, quickly catching up as you didn't do much exercise.

All you saw in front of you was the bright vermillion eyes of a robot floating in front of you.

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Billie's first written word

Little Billie, only three years old loves to be at Headquarters' daycare to hang with all her new friends. Lately, there's been a massive new gain of kids coming in besides, Mayday, Gerald, or Gabriella.

Now, she made friend's with Bitty Morales, or the triplets from Miles 2020 and the Gonzalos of other Miles' variant.

"Okay, kids. Today, we're gonna have such a wonderful time," The Daycare Spider-man and Spider-woman would watch over them as part of their duties to the Spider Society.

Gabriella sat at her spot being super bored, she looks over at her friends. They were younger than her so they often don't understand the older kids likes or trends. Well, Gerald and Mayday seem to be able to, but they were still younger by one year. She went back into doing her homework, while listening to her favorite pop singer, Ellie Rodrigo. "Hmm-mmm-mmm." She nodded her head while finishing up her math homework.

As one of the toddlers play among each other, Billie seems to look over at Gabriella and the older kids. She would watch them use pencils and paper to create these things called words, and they would write words all together. So, she got up on her two little legs and walk over to Gabriella, she had her pacifier in her mouth.

Gabriella felt a hand on her lap as she turn to find little Billie with her big eyes, "Oh hey, Billie! What is it? You wanna play?" She happily put her headphone down to hold on the little girl's hands happily doing a little sway.

"Noh!" Billie muffled through her pacifier, then pat her hand on the paper.

"Oh you wanna draw?"

"Huh uh!" Billie stood next to Gabriella while taking a blue crayon. Gabriella took a clean white paper from the middle of the table. The table was meant for the children to sit on the floor and draw. So Gabriella sat while doing her homework, and little Billie wanted to stand to draw.

"Here you go." Gabriella giggles, seeing the little girl scribbling on the paper. Yet, the older brunette girl saw Billie glancing at her homework then trying to scribble on her own like she's mimicking Gabi's homework. "Hmm, Billie, do you wanna learn how to write?"

"Mmm..." Billie tilted her head, "Wats rite?"

"I'll teach you!" Gabriella took a white paper and wrote a pretty neat letter 'A', "That's an A." She slowly wrote it again.

"A..." Billie study the flow as she tries to write, but did it crook it.

"Here, let me help." The older girl hold on her hand and helps her write it. "Don't worry you'll get better."

"A..." Billie saw the A and did it, again. "A!" She happily saw the fourth A looked better than the first, her eyes gleam. "A! A!"

Gabriella smiles happily, "Yup, an A. Say you wanna know how to spell your name?"

Billie's eyes gleam even brighter when she had an idea. Can she learn to spell her big brother's name? "Noh! NOH!" Billie shake her head. "Miles! Miles!" She started drawing her big brother with joy.

"Oh, you wanna learn how to write your brother's name? Okay, that's easy, but are you sure? Your name is super easy, too." Gabi asked.

Billie chanted, "Miles. Miles! Miles!"

Gabriella giggles, "Okay, Miles it is then." She happily taught Billie how to write Miles' name out. Then little Bitty came by wanting to know what Billie was doing.

"Meows. Meows!" She chanted as she saw Billie learning how to write.

Gabriella giggles, "Okay, Bitty. I'll teach ya!"

Later that day.

Miles came by to the daycare after finishing up a mission. Lupe stood waiting for one of the daycare helpers to bring out Gabriella, "Lupe! Hehehe, are we gonna go bowling?"

"We sure are. First we need to get your dad." Lupe chuckles as she patted on Gabriella's head.

"Oh boy!" She happily hold Lupe's hand as she skips out of the daycare.

When Miles came to check his baby sister's out of daycare. "Boo-boo!" He happily calls out for his sister only to be surprised by the pile of papers with his name written in so many colors.

Billie stood still writing her brother's name out. When she turn her head to find her brother, her eyes lit up like gems and stop whatever she was doing. She took the piece of white paper, and rush over holding it out. "Miles! Miles!"

"Hey, boo-boo! Oh my gosh, did you write this for me?" Her older brother squat down with his own eyes gleaming with joy. He took the paper and pick up his baby sister.

"Huh uh!" Billie nodded being so happy yet shy.

"That's amazing, Boo-boo! You wrote my first name so perfect!" Miles gave her kisses on the cheeks and happily hugs her. "Wow, I'm so proud of you. Were you doing this all by yourself?"

"Gabi help." She took off her pacifier to say.

"Oh wow! Boo-boo, you got a pretty handwriting." Miles complimented her, showing her all the love.

Billie hugs her brother back being so happy, "Miles! Miles! I luv you!"

"Awe, me too, Billie-boo!" Miles happily hugs her.

During the week, Billie had been writing only her brother's name everywhere. At first, her parents were super happy to find her writing Miles name, but then...

"Honey..." Jeff looks at his newspaper.

"Qué papí?" His wife asked while she put on her earrings.

"I think Billie is getting a bit too fixated on Miles' name."

"What makes you say that?"

Jeff saw his newspaper, the mini chalk board, the many notebooks with Miles' name on. Billie sitting in the middle of the living room with a red crayon writing her brother's name on her color book. "M...I...L...E....S! MILES!" Billie happily shouted.

Rio finally got to understand what her husband meant, "Mi vida, mi amor... how about learning to spell your name?"

"NOH! NONONONO! MILES!" Her daughter shook her head with a huff as she went back to writing her brother's name.

Recently Hobie came by to the Morales' home only to find Miles trying to help Billie spell her name, "Boo-boo, look. Your name is B...I...L-" Billie writes, "Nonono, MILES!" She wrote her big brother's name, again.

The punker went in to find a lot of papers being marked with his Sunflowers name. "Oi, Sunflower. What's lil blu doin'?"

"Oh hey, bae. Um... Gabi taught her how to spell my name and lately she been only writing my name." Miles sighs at all the markings she made, "She even wrote on our dad's white shirt because they ran out of printing paper."

"Hehehe," Billie giggles being happy as she writes more and more of her brother's name.

"Mom thinks it's cute, tho." Miles scratch his forehead.

"I see." Hobie went over taking a Magenta crayon then wrote above Miles' name, "How about this, lil one?"

Miles looks at the paper then had a contempt expression on his face, "Bae, really?"

"What? It's the truth no?" Hobie asked out loud with a grin on his face. "Hobie heart Miles." He wrote his name and drew a heart next to Miles' name.

Billie stares at the name, "Who dat?"

"That's my name, lass. Don't you wanna learn it?" Hobie asked with a kind tone in his voice.

The little girl took her crayon and began scribbling Hobie's name, "NONONONONO!"

"WHAT! You're scrubbing over my name! Lil Blu, I'm hurt." The punker frowns being dramatic as he went for a hug from his boyfriend.

"Relax, bae. She's just into my name that's all." Miles giggles. Billie saw the heart and started to think, while her brother comforts Hobie.

On the next daycare, Billie went to Gabriella, again. This time she whispers in her ear asking for a favor. "Ohh, what is it?" Gabriella leans over to let Billie whisper in her ear. "Ohh, okay! I can teach you that." She happily smiles at her.

When Miles came by to pick up his sister, he was surprised to find his sister holding a long paper being rolled up. "Huh? What you got there, boo-boo?"

"Se-cwet! For home!" She happily said.

"Okay, we'll opening it when we get home." Miles was curious to know what she wrote, maybe more of his name. All he knows is he needs to support her and encourage her to write.

When they got home, the Morales' family watch Billie hand the rolled up paper to her brother. "Open it!"

"What did the lil sprog wrote this time?" Hobie asked being curious.

"Okay, Boo-boo." Miles unrolled the paper on the middle of the dinning table.

Everyone's eyes slightly widen to find the new words being spelled out. 'Billie loves Miles!' In pretty colors, too. Billie name written in blu, love had pink, and Miles in red. There were other words and cute draws of flowers, butterfly, and hearts.

"Ohhh qué lindo! AWWWEE!" Rio had her hands together on her lips being so awestruck at her baby girl's hand writing. "Ay, mi nińa! Escribiste una hermosa frase." She went over to hold her daughter giving her a kiss on the forehead.

Billie giggles, "Lookie! Lookie! Mamá! Papá!" She pointed at the other words of her parent's.

Jeff adjusted his glasses, "I'll be... she learned how to write 'Papa'!"

"Ohhh, mira! Mamá! She wrote 'mamá'!" Rio happily said.

Miles smiles widely, "Awe, boo-boo. That's so cute." He looks over to find Hobie looking at his parent's reaction being please to see them so cheerful. "Bae, isn't it cute."

"Yea, it's cute." Hobie nodded, "Very cute for the Morales' family..." He trails off.

Billie waves her hand at Hobie, "Obie! Obie!"

"Hmph?" Hobie looks at the three year old, "What is it, lil blu?"

"Lookie!" She pointed down at her paper.

The punker looks down finding his name written out, "Obie! Obie!" Billie said out loud. Miles saw Hobie's name being written in many versions, 'Obie', "Hobie', or 'Hobe' which got him chuckling.

"Awe, bae. She really try to spell your name." Miles said to his partner.

The punker let out a sincere smile, his eyes soften, "Thanks, lass." It brought his great warmth to be included to the Morales' family name.

Billie said, "Allies, now! Tomorrow, I'm watching you." She did the two fingers point at her eyes to Hobie.

Rio giggles, "HAhaha, awe. You love Hobie, mi vida. I bet you see him like a big brother."

Billie huffs having to snuggle her mom. Hobie grins widely, "You do! Awe, shucks, lass. Don't worry I'll be your best big brother."

"Hey, I'm her big brother." Miles pouted.

"MILES! MILES! My big brother." Billie chanted.

Jeff stood seeing his family being cheerful, "This calls for a celebration. How about Chinese?"

"Oh, I'll BBQ PORK with fried rice!" Miles said out loud.

"EGGROLLS!" Billie chanted.

Hobie happily chimes in, "I could go for some Chow Mein with Garlic Shrimp, POPS!"

"I'll have Beef with Broccoli with fried rice." Rio added.

"Alright." Jeff made the call.

"Eggrolls! Eggrolls! C-wabsticks! C-wab-sticks!" Billie chants out loud.

"I wonder if Billie will learn how to write Eggrolls, now." Rio giggles.

Miles laughs, "That is her third favorite food besides Pizza, Empanadas, and Arroz con Habichuelas." That gave Billy an idea.

Next week, the family saw paper with simple words like 'Eggrolls' or 'Pizza'. "Billie... what do you want for dinner?" Miles asked being curious while the parents already knew what Billie wanted. They saw her still writing those words out.

"EGGROLLS! PIIIZZZAAA!" Billie shouted while holding her red crayon.

"I guess we can have a Chinese-Pizza night....?" Jeff rub his chin as he didn't want to upset his baby girl.

Rio said, "I wonder if we should teach her a bit of Spanish words. It'll be cheaper since her favorite is Arroz con Habichuelas..."

"Gabriella said she didn't know how to write that so it ended up being weird letters... she's still learning how to write in Spanish." Miles explained with a weak chuckle.

"A Chinese Pizza night? Pops, I'll a Chow Mein Pepperoni Pizza!" Hobie casually said while his boyfriend playfully slap his arm. "Ow, what did I do!" Being dramatic since the slap didn't hurt it was more of a pat.

"Bae, that's gross." Miles said.

Hobie chuckles, "Luv, I'm only helping lil Billie out. Right, Billie. EGGROLLS!"

"EGGROLLLS!" Billie shouted along with Hobie, who picked her up as they chant together.

Rio chuckles, "Those two are so funny together. I won't be surprised if they become close friends." Jeff made the order, while Miles listen to his mom.

"Yeah, they are."

As the family spend their times, the new family banter of Billie's words was places up on the family wall. It happily stays there till the end.

[tatatatatara]

TAKING REQUESTS AS EXCHANGE FOR VOTES AGAIN BECAUSE TATARA IS A FUCKING LOSER

This time I'm doing an YCH one, which means you can choose between the poses as below and your received art will look like the pose that you chose

The rules are below the cut if you are interested, please read it carefully

Tokyo Ghoul characters only, except for T-Owl (I still can draw the wet pathetic brown corgi) and some other characters that I might not feel comfortable in drawing.

I'll try to draw as fast as possible, but there's a chance I might not be able to deliver this on time (Christmas day). You have been warned.

It will be a colored sketch like the previous chibi bunnysuits.

I am the queen of inconsistency so the results will be varied, but I'll try my best and rest assured that I'll custom the drawing based on the character! The expression will be different from the base too. I don't have the time to draw a sample but I promise the delivered art will

How to get this: vote for Tatara in this post, then reblog with tags/caption like "tatara sweep" or "vote for tatara" or anything similar to get one character. Reblog with propaganda to get two characters (in a same drawing).

If your drawing has two characters, you can choose the same pose, I'll just flip it so they look symmetrical

After reblogging, send me the proof that you voted for Tatara (in ask or in DM if you want to keep your art for yourself) and the character(s) and I'll start right away to (try to) make sure that you get your art on time for Christmas!

I wrote this in a rush and a rage because Tatara you fucking pathetic meow meow so if there is anything you dont understand or confusing, dont hesitate to contact me!

If Tatara wins, I will do something better than this. This will be rushed because I only have like 1 week to finish all the drawings, so please forgive me if the art is not up to your expectation...

[dragonwithafez]

Self-Rec tag game

Rules: Share five of your own fanworks (fic, art, etc.). Then, tag five more people to share the things they've made.

ty @blackinquisitors for the tag!

Something you absolutely adore

Recently I've been in love with cute things as well as obsessed with one of my OCs, Links... I'm really happy with how this drawing of them turned out!

Something that was challenging to create

This cover art concept I did a while back using two of my original characters, Kasumi and Kazue/Masumi. It's still one of my favorite things I've ever made (even if it's not perfect)

Something that makes you laugh (or smile, if that fits more comfortably)

meow wow

Something that surprised you (in how it turned out, how much other people liked it, etc.)

I was surprised how popular this drawing of Kairi got! At the time it was one of my simpler drawings so I wasn't really expecting it to get much attention, yet it's like my #2 most popular post on my art blog lol. Back in the days when I used to draw on my phone during school...

Something you want other people to see

I don't frequently make finished physical pieces (usually just drafts for digital works), but I do sometimes do watercolors as gifts. I did this one as a memorial for my partner's cat and I'm very proud of how it turned out. I think more people should see him :)

I'll tag @fortunechaos @enochianghost @dandyshorts @liquidstar if any of you are interested!

[stepswowdsen]

【Magi】 Judar doodle ❤️

Intro Rambles

This one turned out nice ^^ I like this one hehe. It looks similar to the other one I did but this one also has a nice vibe to it

I like both! I did the 2nd one last night.

Inchresting...

My sketching style is very recognizable so it's 100% my art style but I think it's interesting how things like the shape of the eyelashes, thickness of the eyelashes, underlashes, and how the eyes and rings in the eyes are drawn make my drawings give off a different vibe

Cuz I'm using the same art style for all of these doodles. I tend to draw the eyes of sharper tsurime-eyed meow meow mf charas the same way. I just do the details differently depending on the character

VRoid Studio and MMD Rambles

I don't think I mentioned it here yet but I wanna make VRoid models of my OCs and fave charas eventually so they can be used in MMD so I can make them dance to Vocaloid songs~ It's because I'm really interested in making my ships dance hehe

I want to make my OCs in VRoid one day 🙏 ✨ This includes my rehomed cat cots I treat as OCs and my faves. Would be super useful to have refs I can turn around and take from different angles! And it'd be super cute to see my faves dance omg

List of charas I want to make VRoid models for:

OCs:

Selena (KHR AU)

Linh (KHR AU)

Rehomed cat cots I treat as OCs:

Tatsumiya (WATGBS AU)

Idate (WATGBS AU)

Takama (WATGBS AU)

Meow meow mf faves:

Xanxus (KHR)

Judar (Magi)

Kuroha (KagePro)

Like this is the main list

Thankfully people already did my job for me with LimGuda and ObeGuda <3 So I don't need to make ones for Douman, Oberon, and Ritsuka

(Credit: Yutaka's Douman and Oberon MMD models)

FGO MMDs

But ngl guys I want to make my meow meow mf faves in VRoid too. Cuz I was just thinking I need my meow meow mfs too for my ship fuel. 🙏 🫶

Xanxus (KHR), Judar (Magi), Saeran (MysMes), Edward (ROTRK)

And the list goes on~

I'll start simple with my OCs though.

Who knows. It'll probably get me to start finishing art

Judar with my HC design tho cuz I ain't drawing that ugly ass racially stereotyped outfit he wears in canon 😭

I'm definitely not distributing my VRoid/MMD models publically though. My mutuals/friends are free to have access to any VRoid/MMD models I make in the future, though <3

I like to have my scans and art stuff under my control and limit access to my stuff, to make sure my things don't get used by unsavoury people, so that it doesn't get reposted around, etc.

Especially with how bad the MysMes fandom's reposting issues are.

And I hate Funa and her fanbase in general cuz they're uncritical af, etc., so there's no way in hell I'm sharing my WATGBS AU MMD models

VRoid Rambles

I watched a bunch of FGO MMD videos (of Douman, Oberon, and Morgan), and now I feel tempted to try my hand at making MMD models for my faves (Selena, Tatsumiya, Idate) in VRoid Studio…

I wanna make 3D models so I can make my faves dance in MMD Selena and IdaTatsu MMDs you will be real someday…

I'd use VRoid Studio because it provides bases for hair and clothing, and I don't feel like using Blender tbh

Also I watched a bunch of VRoid Studio model making tutorial videos, it's way easier than I thought. Most of it is honestly just drawing normally and using preset assets as a guide

Thank god FGO being so big and Douman and Oberon's huge popularity means that people will definitely make MMD models for them

People have already done my work for me (Bless you!)

JP fans have already made models of many FGO charas, so I can play around with them. I can make LimGuda and ObeGuda MMDs… It's common practice in the MMD community to credit all the assets you use: Models, Camera, Dance Motions, Stages, Lighting Effects, etc.

I saw JP users say they made 3D models of FGO charas (such as Douman and Oberon) with programs like VRoid Studio or Blender. So it's totally doable

It'd be kinda fun to try making MMD models for my FGO faves in the future too, but not now

Especially with how detailed their designs are (especially Douman's)

Imo Douman is way harder than Idate because of their hair and outfit

Cantarella MMDs

I wanna make 3D models one day so that I can convert them to MMD and get LimGuda, IdaTatsu, XanLena, JuAli, and KuroEne dancing to Cantarella and other Vocaloid songs... OH MY GODDD

Cantarella by Kurousa-P ft. KAITO & Hatsune Miku

Cantarella ~grace edition~

I'd have to use the OG Cantarella motions though, Idate, Judar, and Xanxus would not know shit how to play the violin LMFAO

Like for Douman and Kuroha, the violin part would actually still fit, like I could actually still see that for those two, but it just doesn't fit charas like Idate, Judar, and Xanxus

I personally prefer Cantarella fan covers (VOCALOID/UTAU and human fan-covers) over the original due to stronger tuning/mixing

But Cantarella's instrumentals are excellent

The original Cantarella MMD has a dance section. I love the little spin and jump in the air and landing on the ground, I think that fits my faves more

The remastered Cantarella ~grace edition~ has a violin playing part which is aesthetically nice

Sitting in the throne fits all of my meow meows tho

[azaenya]

About me, about we!

Well.

I'm writing this after coming to a pretty big revelation I had that I was embarrassed about what I wrote, and it took looking at old creepypastas, and I'm talking about the fan OCs people made for like Jeff the Killer, to make me realize it's okay to just not be perfect, and to just be genuine, and everything will be alright.

So, salutations! My names are Viviana, Pandora or just Azaenya, my pronouns are she/her, and I welcome you to my page.

All these names are mine and valid. I realized one day that I didn't vibe with one on that day, so why have only one? Especially for an indescribable horror such as ✨ moi ✨

Don't ask what I look like, I don't even have an artist persona like all the cool kids. I just inhabit established characters instead.

But! Just because I'm an eldritch being (this isn't a bit, by the by, I'm earnest) doesn't mean I'm not a trans girl, because like everyone else, I am trapped in a prison of flesh that seeks to betray me.

So yeah, I'm a disabled trans girl with high support needs, and I make cool art, and sometimes mods (whenever I finish).

What cool art ? Glad you asked!

#maribelle: To see my little OC baby that I'm also making a Darkest Dungeon mod for(that I'll hopefully finish). She's explicitly trans, and is honestly my favorite child.

# A Stranger in Teyvat: For the doodles for the related Genshin horror fanfiction I'm writing (please gods let me finish the first chapter)

#ao3: for what writings I unleash the world, you know, generally

#my art: For all the general art I make

#Sandrone Headcanons: For a little mini-series where I made shit up for my favorite meow meow

Because of Tumblr, my existence might get snapped at any point, so here's some links:

My AO3

My Ko-fi, if you want to be nice

Due to my disability and my shitty home situation, I can't constantly create, so I just do my best.

Rules of Engagement

There will be lesbians. I have these appendages for a reason, and it's to draw little gay people. I'm not sorry.

1312 is my favorite number, and it should be yours too!

Reposting, if it's on different platforms, fine, be sure to credit me. Don't repost me on Tumblr. Reblogs exist.

Fuck AI-generated art. Full stop. I don't fuck with people who use AI art/writing or whatever. It's shitty to steal others' creations and just have a program mash them together. I promise you that that weirdly drawn cat you made has infinitely more value than the soulless anime girls you can generate with a click. AI art is for when you don't want to be embarrassed about your lack of skill, but it's okay to not be good at something. When you draw that cat, it comes from YOU, and that's why it's valuable.

[storyofmychoices]

A New Team Member

[Ethan Ramsey x Ellie Shepherd Masterlist]

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Ellie Shepherd (F!MC) Book: Open Heart (future) Rating: general, fluff Word Count: <500 A/N: @songsaboutgirls sent me this picture prompt a couple weeks ago and I wrote it for Bryce (The Sound of Joy ), but an anon asked me to do the same prompt for Ethan.

Synopsis: Ellie tries to hire a new team member for the diagnostics department.

Ellie shifted subtly on the couch in the diagnostic's office, attempting to keep her back toward Ethan as he entered the room.

His brow quirked upward at her movement. "Where is everyone?"

"Don't know," she shrugged, unbothered by their absence.

"I'll page them." He tossed a series of blue files on the table. "We have a new case."

"Oh— So soon?"

"Last I checked, this was still a hospital, and we're still doctors."

"It's just—" Her eyes widened.

"What was that noise?"

"Uh, nothing?"

"Did you... meow?"

"Do you think I would meow?" Ellie protested, shooting him an unwavering look over her shoulder.

He stalked closer, "What're you hiding?"

"Nothing..."

"Is that... is that a cat?"

"No..."

"Ellie!"

"Okay, well, it is technically a cat, but look, she has little scrubs and is just so cute! She's practically a doctor." She rubbed her face into the cat's soft coat. "She's such a sweet girl. Aren't you, Cali? Just the goodest girl!"

Ethan's face fell into his palm as his head shook to the sides. "No."

"No, what?"

"You know."

"I didn't ask anything?"

"Good, because we are not making the cat part of the team."

"But you are always saying we need a good surgeon! She's the perfect new team member, and she doubles as a therapy cat."

His lips pressed together in consideration as he exhaled a thoughtful sigh through his nose. "Still no."

"You're no fun," she pouted, snuggling the cat closer to her chest.

"When it's your name on the door, you can hire whatever staff you like." His fingers threaded softly through her curls. "Feline or otherwise."

"You accepting the job as Chief of Medicine and giving me the team then?"

"Still no to that as well I'm afraid." He pressed a kiss to the crown of her head. "Of the two of us, you are far better suited for that job than I."

Her gaze fell as she softly stroked Cali, earning her a contented purr. "They're not going to give it to me."

"Not yet. In time though, I have no doubts your name will be on that door, and the hospital will be all the better for it."

"What about you?"

He placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, his thumb massaging her tenderly. "I prefer puzzles to people. Chief of Medicine will never be in my future, but you are destined for far greater things than I."

Ellie's face brightened at the idea. One day, she thought to herself. She laced her fingers with his, drawing him in and brushing a kiss on the palm of his hand. The blue of his eyes drew her in, wrapping her in the comfort of a warm summer breeze on a cloudless day. "I love you, Dr. Ramsey."

"I love you too, Dr. Ramsey." He cradled her face in his palm, still in awe that he had the privilege of calling her his wife. "Now, return Zaid's cat while I track down the rest of our team. We have a puzzle to solve."

I hope you enjoyed this! Thank you for reading. Tags are in a reblog, if you would like to be added, changed, or removed, please just let me know 💛

A/N 2: I never finished OpH3 and I only played the first half with Bryce. But I know MC can become head of diagnostics and Ethan can be Chief of Medicine... I just don't see Ethan being Chief of Medicine. To me, Ethan is a doctor and a puzzle solver. He is not a people person who wants to spend more time managing other doctors and the hospital. To me, Ethan is a diagnostician to the end. He is content running his department, solving puzzles, and saving patients. Ellie on the other hand loves diagnostics, but she has a better rapport with people and would be able to find compromises and a middle ground that would benefit patients and doctors/hospital staff. I feel she would be a far better Chief of Medicine than Ethan. And for these two, I think that's where their future would lead them.

[mx-t4t0]

post 2 out of 3 as promised i really think i might have to be one day late the entire time because of kinda doing nothing when we were waiting for the dreveal but oh well that's fine, i'll still finish all of these in october, just. yknow. on the 31st instead of the 30th. i'm fine with that!

uhH anyways! the drawing itself! This one had a sword right, but Crystal has her own sword, and I love making my own life harder, so I ended up drawing that instead lmao. Ok i'm exaggerating it really wasn't as hard to draw as I thought it would be. Crystal is so meow meow-coded and she straight up can't escape it. She's not a catgirl but she might as well be yknow what I mean

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[twstinginthewind]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY VIOLETTA!!

@twst-the-night-away it's your little flower's special day, so some of her friends are here to help make it more fun!

Nana is there first thing in the morning, before her friend first wakes up. She managed to slip inside the Heartslabyul dorm in her kitten form, and curled up on the foot of Violetta's bed to wait. As Violetta awakens, she notices the tiny weight and familiar soft furry shape near her, and laughs delightedly. Nana meows a greeting, then hops to the floor to shift back into her more human form and hands Violetta her gifts. The first is a bag of candy, and then she hands her—

"A rock?" Violetta tilts her head. It's a fairly big rock, round and rough, and a little larger than a baseball.

"Yup! A special kind. One you have to commit violence towards!"

"Nana, why would I want to be violent towards a rock?"

Nana shakes her head. "There's a surprise involved. When you can get outside later? I want you to give it a good hard whack with a hammer, okay? And then text me and tell me what you think!!" She grins, and nuzzles her head against Violetta's shoulder. "I gotta go; I'm taking over for Silver to watch over the young master in twenty minutes. He also said to wish you well, by the way, hehehe!" And before Nana has to explain anything more about that, she slips back into feline form, meows as cutely as she can muster, and makes her way back to Diasomnia. Violetta looks at the rock again, curiously, and shrugs. There is room for it in her bag, so she slips it inside there and starts to dress for the day, in the special birthday outfit that Crowley had delivered to her the night before.

After a few minutes, Joker's alarm clock finally goes off, and along with it is her usual morning chorus of groans and yawns. She sits up in bed, her hair pointing in every direction at once, and gives Violetta a sleepy smile. "G'mormnin," she mumbles. "Habby birfdy." She yawns, rubbing her eyes.

"Thank you, Joker." Violetta finishes adjusting her bolo tie, and gives herself a once-over in the mirror. It's funny; she always believed birthdays were supposed to bring on these huge changes, but she looked and felt pretty much the same as she did any other day. She pushes her glasses up her nose. "Did you sleep well?"

Joker moves to sit at the edge of the bed, and runs a hand over her head. "Mmhm. You?"

Violetta nods in the affirmative.

Joker stands. "Lemme get dressed n' together, too. I'll walk you to breakfast." She shuffles over to her closet, and takes out a few items. As she heads back to the bedside to dress, she calls out to her roommate. "Hey, Vivi? Think fast!"

Violetta turns her way, and makes an undignified "eep!" A small, brightly-colored bag is flying towards her, and she catches it with a fumbling motion. "What is... oh!"

Joker laughs, buttoning up her shirt. "It's just a little thing. There's something from me and Punchy later that we'll give ya together, at the party." She realizes that she skipped a buttonhole, and groans, her hands moving to fix the mistake. "Got distracted.... Anyway! Open it up. You'll like it."

Violetta reaches into the bag, pulling out a piece of artfully twisted lavender tissue paper. Beneath it was a small, soft bundle. She pulled it out, and smiled. It was a pair of black-and-purple fingerless gloves, knit with a fair isle flower motif, long enough to cover her narrow wrists. She put them on.

"I hope they're a good fit!" Joker says, beaming. "I had to work on em at club practice, so you wouldn't see them. But you get chilly easy, and I figured this could help you keep warmer when you're sketching outside without making it hard to draw."

"They're just right!" Violetta smiles at her friend, and Joker comes over to give her a gentle hug. "Thank you, Joker. I'll wear them all the time!"

"Maaaaaaybe not in front of the tiny tyrant," Joker giggles. "I dunno if non-uniform gloves are covered under the apparel rules. I'll look into it, but keep em off around him until then, 'kay?"

Violetta laughs. "Understood!" She carefully removes the gloves and puts them into her bag with the mysterious rock.

The girls wind their way downstairs, and are greeted by their spear counterparts, Ace and Deuce. The boys wish Violetta a happy birthday almost in unison, then look at each other angrily, as if they had each hoped to say it first.

"Sheesh, whatever," Ace scoffs, but his expression brightens again almost immediately. "Oi, Violetta. I don't know how you missed it, but there's somethin' in your ear."

"There's what?" Her hands fly up, touching both as her cheeks go purple. "I don't feel anything..."

Ace grins, a cheeky expression on his face. "Nah, nah. Let me get it." He reaches over, and with a smooth motion retrieves a small box from 'behind' her ear. "Got it! Oh? What's this? A birthday present was back there?? From me? Wow, someone's pulling something funny today, haha!" He drops it into her hands. "Well? Tell me how awesome that was!"

"He's been practicing that for days," Deuce groans, rubbing the back of his neck. "Absolutely insufferable." He also holds a small package in his free hand, wrapped inexpertly.

"More exciting than you, just handing it over," Ace rolls his eyes at Deuce.

"Guys. Not about you today, all right? Geez," scolds Joker. "Let her have one day."

""Got it,"" the boys chime in unison, straightening up as Violetta removes the ribbon from Ace's gift.

She opens the box at one end, and smiles. "A deck of tiny cards? They're so pretty! But the suits are different..." She flicks through the deck, taking in the bright plant and flower illustrations.

"That's 'cause they're hanafuda cards, Vi!" Ace laughs. "My big brother told me about them, said they're famous overseas. Flower cards use a different set of rules. I'll teach you how to play later!"

Before she has a chance to respond, Deuce holds his gift out in front of him and gives a stiff bow. "Happy birthday, Violetta! I hope you also enjoy this."

Ace snorts derisively as she accepts the package and Deuce straightens up. "Overly formal, much? She's your friend, not your mafia overlord. Lighten up, Juice."

The two of them exchange heated stares as Violetta manages to work her way through the many layers of tape that Deuce used to keep the wrapping paper in place. When the paper finally comes off, it reveals a box of colored pencils in pastel colors. "Aren't these lovely," she coos.

Deuce's expression shifts to a proud smile. "Sam said they were the only art supply you hadn't managed to buy from him yet, ahaha! I hope they're useful."

"They will be," she assures him. "Thank you, both! This is such a nice day..." She smiles at her friends, cheeks rosy— no, violetty. She places the gifts into her bag with the others.

"And we're gonna keep it nice, birthday girl." Joker swings an arm around her roommate's shoulder. "Now let's get to the kitchen! I smell pancakes and I am not going to let you miss out on those!" They laugh, and the four proceed to the dorm kitchen.

((THIS IS GETTING WAY LONG BUT!! I'm sure you figured out Nana's gift is a geode; it'll be full of bright amethyst crystals! Punch has a little wind-up clockwork hedgehog for her, and both he and Joker are going to sing and play for her at the birthday party later. I just didn't wanna overwhelm you with too much, lol. Let's all have fun wishing Vivi a good day!))

[aneenasevla]

Heavy Bakery - Chapter 7

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Chapter 7- Those bastards are persistent!

Sidenote: The Chapters are getting longer, so I think It'll take a little longer to post, because I need to translate to english, but don't worry, the story is already finished in my archives, so you don't have to worry about if the fanfiction is going to end of not. So you have all the rights to charge me for updates if I take too long (just wait at least 3 days, I need to draw the illustration too LOL).

After that eventual day with Tokita Ohma and the psychopath (who was eventually introduced as “Rayan Kure”) Other weeks passed smoothly for Kanami and the team. Paikon was a little disappointed to have missed the commotion, and Tomoyo was relieved not to have to run into brutes. Apparently, the girl had a healthy fear of them, which made her the most sane girl around…

…Because Kanami sure didn't have much, desensitized as she was.

She came home at night, stretching a little. She hadn't done that in a long time, since she'd been injured. Now, more healed, she could go back to the academy without any problems. She opened the door of her own house, a typical two-story house in the suburbs of Tokyo, and was greeted with a meow and two yellow eyes in the darkness. She turns on the light and the darkness takes the form of a black cat, tail raised.

“Heey Medey, hello boy” she lets the cat greet her, rubbing his face between her legs “Yes, yes, I'll give you dinner, patience.” and she enters the house, closing the door and hanging the key in a safe place.

All she needed was a hot bath, something relaxing like something mindless on TV, and a good night's sleep. Oh, of course, Medeyami's food too, because he needed it.

…

“Hey bro” the man calls on his cell phone, looking through binoculars, outside the house “the bitch is in her den. Yeah, the one that knocked Kisame down. Nice.”

“Are we going to bring the whole gang to take down one whore, seriously?”

“Man, all I know is that she took down eight of us in one day. She is not normal.”

“Holy Fuck.”

“Yeaaah. And the other day I saw one of those Kure coming out of her bakery. I knew the guy was one of them, those dark eyes never fails”

“Damn, she's got them all watching her back.”

“I'm telling you, asshole. Better get rid of her right before she passes our location to them, if she hasn't already…”

“All right, let's go” and the two go down the stairs.

…

Steam comes out of the bathroom, where Kanami exits, towels tied around her torso and hair. She walked carefree around the house, the cat sleeping peacefully with a full belly, in its typical little spot inside a basket in the corner of the room. The wound didn't look like it was going to open anymore, so after getting dressed, he stretched out in the bedroom, before practically throwing herself on the bed and lying down.

She ended up turning her mind back to the incident, wondering if she would ever stop receiving these annoying visitors. Not that she couldn't handle it, just that she didn't want to have to deal with things worse than knives and baseball bats… in fact, she didn't want to have to deal with any of that. She wanted… she just wanted to work in peace as an ignorant civilian and save enough money to open a better restaurant, somewhere else in town, maybe with more space and more structure, more workers… god knows how much in her plate she already had.

But in just one month, a total of two bodybuilders appeared (albeit one at least “peaceful”) and nine crooked gangsters. And if that wasn’t enough, one of the brutes was a blond psychopath straight out of a Terminator movie, and the other was a bottomless himbo with eyes that said that he wanted a hug under the mass of seaweed on his head.

Damn it. She thought of the forbidden word.

Himbo. 

She grabbed a pillow and buried her face in it, screaming and feeling like a teenager with hormones in her head.

Goddammit! Since when does a creature like that have so much sex appeal? That same appeal peaked when he looked at her with that hint of surprised joy with those piercing brown-gray eyes, framed by two perfect eyebrows… her face was red, her breathing, heavy.

“Calm down, idiot. Calm. Down.” she muttered to herself, “I'm sure the moment you remove the pillow from your face, take a deep breath, count to three, relax and sleep, you'll forget about him in an instant…” She took a deep breath, “one... two..."

She removes the pillow and all she sees is a face.

Their eyes locked for an instant, what the…

“Hello.” the burglar said.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIEEEEE” and her leg hits the man’s stomach, making him scream in pain.

“Ooomph!” He falls to the ground, hands over his belly, squealing.

Stunned by shock, she looked around to get a better look at the threat.

That's when Kanami knew that she was surrounded.

…

Look, indeed, credit be given, Kanami managed to take down two, but that was before they showed up en masse and stormed into the house, smashing one of the windows and tossing the furniture aside. The poor cat ran away, confused by what was happening, it was good he was a coward, after all, she didn’t want him to be a hostage or something.

After a chase through the house, in which two brooms, a frying pan and a knife were used (by her), they managed to corner her and drag her into the living room, immobilizing her with a climbing rope. She was screaming and squirming and kicking and thrashing around on her stomach like a fish, but one of them, a little more heavy than the others, sat on her back and left her breathless. Then they gagged her because she threatened to bite.

“Holy shit, dude, this wench is a piece of work, isn’t she?” one of them said. It was what had been slapped with a frying pan.

“But there's no fish that doesn't fall into the net at least once”, said another, the one who took a broom into his head, walking toward the kitchen near the living room and taking a water bottle in the fridge, drinking straight from the hole “Oh wow, I really liked your fridge, girl . I want this”

Kanami couldn't answer, of course, but on his face there was a face of pure hatred… which was actually disguising fear.

How did things get to this point? What did she do wrong? What were they going to do with her? She wanted and didn't want to know at the same time. All she knew was the horrible things she heard about women in this situation, and despite knowing a thing or two about that since childhood, she didn't want to get anywhere near half of them. Then she decided to conserve energy for the time being, thinking about what to do.

“Hey Guiche, I think the beast is already tamed” said the one on top of her, playing a little with the chef's knife she had been trying to use.

The one called Guiche laughed, “Oh, you see? Women are all the same, just give her a chokehold and they stay soft like a kitten. Then we give a more potent dose, of course. For now I think we agree we want her alive and in one piece, peacefully binded in our QG.”

They all laughed. Disgusting bastards. Kanami tried to ignore the speech as much as possible, counting the amount. Ten…fifteen…counting a few more out there…

Damn, there were too many for her to deal with alone. She wasn't any superhuman or hero of nowhere, she was just a girl that happened to be strong… how did she get into this mess, again…?

She shook his head, this was not the time to cry, think!

Maybe she could, I don't know, find a way out… she had a ladder that went upstairs… no, too risky, she could fall and break something.

Maybe the broken window upstairs…? … And play Die Hard and get her feet full of glass, barefoot as she were? No, something else, please…

When she finally made up her mind, she took a deep breath and… let it out, leaving her body completely inert, adding the touch of leaving a trail of saliva in her opened mouth. The man on top of her widened his eyes, alarmed.

“Uhhh..Guiche…”

“Spit it, fatass”

“I think the bitch passed out…”

“Great, easier to carry”, he smiled, as the others repeated the gesture, some of them laughing “Get off her, if she is out, she won’t cause us more trouble”

And finally the man came out of the top. Great!

She only waited two seconds before moving, rolling over to the opposite side of the guy and using her legs to propel her up.

“What the hell!” one of them exclaimed, but she quickly silenced him with a high kick to the vein in the neck. Another tried to approach but this one went straight to his balls, the man fell squeacking. The fat one, with the knife, threatened to pierce her, but she dodged and put her foot down for him to trip.

For her luck and his misfortune, he never listened to his mother that he shouldn't run with a knife. Blood stained the rug when he stabbed himself. 

God… how disgusting… She would have nightmares about it. But he tried to ignore it as much as he could. Focus, focus.

“The bitch is loose! Grab’er!” - two more went up, and while she kicked, she took the opportunity to try to free herself from the ropes.

“Fuck, she's just a woman! What's up with you, huh?” The man called Guiche pointed a pistol at her. That's when she stopped. In fact, everyone stopped at that moment.

Kanami's eyes widened, frozen like a deer in the spotlight. She was fucked. He had a pistol. That was it, she was going to die there, send her mother her goodbye and blessings.

Until the man... turned his head at an angle he shouldn't have... and fell to the ground, as simple as that.

"Hey hey… don’t be a chicken trying to cheat with fireguns. We're all having fun here, aren't we?" The familiar voice made her eyes widen even more, especially when she saw two baby-blue spheres glowing in the darkness and a devilish smile accompaining that.

…

Oh… about that thing…”, he leaned over to speak, entering the "business mode", “I think you already know that the big ones are getting together to end the Worms, right?”

“Yep, I do…”

“Straight to the point: there's a crowd gathering right here, in this neighborhood.”

Ohma raises her eyebrows.

“This close to Yamashitakazuo?”

“Yeah, the old man might be in danger. In fact, the neighborhood itself, down in the sewers, could be swindling right under our noses. Fusui sent me a message, saying there's a few people gathering about three blocks from here. They call themselves “the carp”...”, He shows a patch, an embroidered design that you put on coats, torn from some - “this is the symbol of the crew.”

Ohma looked at the drawing, and his eyes widened.

“I've seen this before.”

“You saw it? Where?”

“That's exactly the group that was last week here at the bakery…the guys had it in their coat.”

Rayan understands “Ohhh… and she was attacked by those fucks, right? She's probably being watched and we, or rather, my presence here, is just adding fuel to the fire” he gives his usual devilish smile “Fuck yea… more people to dominate.”

“It was taking a while for you to show that psychopath face of yours, to be honest. I was about to mistake you for a clone”, Ohma even lets out a snort of derision, amused.

“If you’re willing to bet with me, soon the bakery's aunt will have a visit… I wonder.. will there be cake?”

…

“Fuck it, Raian! I said “No Killing”!!”, A deep voice echoed in the room, “What part did you not understand?!”

“The “Nothing” part, I think” Rayan jokes, “But I don't give a damn, you know.”

“Hmm?!” She widens her eyes when she sees the pair.

She never thought that the vision of the Terminator and a Sea-Monster-Head themselves, both weighing about two hundred kilos in front of her, could give her so much relief.

“Hang on, Kanami,” Ohma said, as she watched…

In fact, she didn't know what was happening anymore, she just saw shapes and bodies flying at odd angles. She could only take steps backwards until she hit the wall, slipping to the floor, tears welling up in her eyes. He closed them as she crouched, listening to the sounds of intense beating. This was all a dream, wasn’t it? Could it be she actually was sleeping at home, in the tranquility of her bed, still lying in the mattress after thinking about her favorite type of man.

The noise ceased, as if made by order. She was almost sighing in relief when she heard a maniacal laugh echoing from somewhere. She cried almost immediately.

“Raian, that's enough.” she hears Ohma's voice, “Do you have to embarrass me every time?”

“Said the idiot who demands an Assassin not to kill.”

“It’s different!”, he sighs, “Go get the runaways, then, if you’re so eager.”

“Hehehehe, see ya”, and the heavy footsteps disappeared where the entrance door would be.

She was about to sigh in relief again when she felt a hand on her shoulder, making her cringe even further, the stubborn tears not stopping to flow.

“Hey. Are you hurt?” was the deep, low voice, next to her. Another hand took the gag from her mouth.

She had to control the tremors in her jaw before she started to look: the man was squatting down next to her, looking at her with clear but calm eyes, under his thick wavy hair. He was looking at her curiously, even though she couldn't quite see his expression.

“Y-yes…, she then corrects herself, trying to be cool “I mean, no, I'm not injured… just… traumatized and trapped in this ropes, fearing for my life… but… other than that, I'm fine.”, but ending kinda sarcastic.

He scoffs a little, “Here, I’ll free you” he then lifts her up, for a moment she didn't understand how she got to her feet so fast, as if she had no weight. A slight cut with a knife and it was loose.

“T-thanks” she's breathing hard - they... me... what's going on? What was there? Why did they attack me?

“First, calm down…” he looks at the place and finds a chair, straightening it, pointing to it ”sit down, you’re shaking.”

“In the middle of a bunch of bodies that… OH MY GOD IS THAT BLOOD?!”

“Hm?” He blinks, looking at the bodies on the floor, “Oh, I forgot you're not used to it.”

“Of course not! And what the hell are you eh?!… Uugh… holy shit, there are dead people in my house”, she burps, her dinner wanting to come back, “get me out of here please… before It get even more dirty…”

She didn't have to say it twice, she was pulled by the arm out of the living room and into the kitchen, where at least the body count was at zero, just inside the counter, next to the fridge. She had to contain the anxiety attack, trying to control her breathing, in a fetal position, sitting on the floor, curled up. Ohma just looked at her trying to calm down.

Kanami almost got another fright when she heard a meow, but she calmed down, it was just Medeyami. She brought the animal along and hugged it. That calmed her down a little more.

“Who is this?”, Ohma tries to bring up the subject.

“Ah… it's my cat, Medeyami…” She caresses the cat, which also looked a bit urchined up.

“Nice.” he gives a half smile. Then he looked to the side and sighed, not knowing how to start. Kanami interpreted it as him giving her space, and she internally thanked him for it.

“Okay... I'm calmer…” she finally said, after a while, “now... please don't lie to me saying you're a “backstage professional league fighter”, which I know you're not. You're a secret agent, aren't you? Some kind of killer, like the other?”

“No. I told the truth” Ohma scratches his head, “Everything I told you was true. Raian who is the real Assassin here, I'm really just a ring fighter of sorts.”

“My God…” - She spends time stroking the cat, to calm him down, but also trying to calm herself.

“… You… had questions, didn't you?” He sits in front of her.

She nods, but it takes her a while to breathe and get back to normal before her mind clears and she finally organizes her thoughts.

“You… came from “Inside”, right…”

The question made Ohma turn his head back to her.

“How do you know that?”

“Heh, so it's true”, she smiled a little, “That was just a hunch… based on instincts, I think? I came from there. Well, eh.. almost. From a neighboring area right between Rikuko and Kumo wards…”

“Hmhh”, he nods, “so you didn't come from there, not properly…”

“Yea… well, but where I stayed there were some bad elements. I think I ended up picking up a few things. I'm not comparing myself to you, though, as you confirmed to me that it did indeed come from inside “the Inside”…”

“Yeah… but I left that place years ago…”

“Well, uh… I don’t mean offense, Mister Ohma…but-”

“I’m not mister”, he frowns, “Mister is Yamashitakazuo.”

“Hnm, and by what honorific should I call you?”

“It is not necessary. Ohma alone is enough”, He waved his hand.

“Right… Ohma. No offense, but that place stinks…”

“Well yes… there isn’t even running water right…”

“Not only literally… they have a strange and unique smell, metaphorical, impregnating… and everyone who lived there smells the same. Only those who spent time there, like me, can recognize that… And, well… when I saw you, I smelled that on you.”

Ohma looks at her, a little confused, and then, as sort of hiding from her, puts his nose to his shirt sleeve to sniff. Kana took a deep breath, between wanting to laugh and being angry.

“It's not a real smell! Did you not listen to me?”

“Ah… right”, he huffs, sort of like a light laugh, “so you have this keen sense of smell…”

“Yeah… in a way. And no, stop trying to smell you, you don't stink right now… well, except for sweat and a little blood, but other than that it's fine.”

“Hmm…”

“Anyway… I found out you're from there. And well, that explains a few things.”

“Does it?”, He raises an eyebrow.

“Your bearing, almost never relaxed when in an open place. That curious way of someone who is only really living now. The fact of thinking only of the present. Annoyance at trivial things like… pulling me out of the middle of the room so I can calm down… when… you're clearly used to… this…”, she points with her thumb at the blacked out guys in the room, not really wanting to look there, “and also the fact of being so happy because of a damn cake-”

He narrows his eyes, clearly scolding, and Kanami rolls hers.

“Okay, it’s not every day someone gets a thank-you-cake…

“It took you two days to make that. All that effort, just for me. You're not even giving yourself credit, woman.”

She looks at him, surprised.

“Oh… so… was that why?”

“Even now I'm still pissed they ate the first one.”

After a moment of trying to hold on, she lets out a snort and finally bursts out laughing. The cat got off her lap, annoyed. Ohma was also annoyed. Or rather, confused.

“What's funny?”

“Oh, no big deal… it's just that…” she holds back another burst of laughter, “I've never received a compliment like that. Or rather saying: I've never seen anyone like what I made to the point of being so possessive.”

He grunted, crossing his arms, not knowing how to react.

“Thank you”, she continues, “it made me feel a lot better.”

He nods, still in the same position but more relaxed. “Welcome.”

A moment passed, without them saying anything, she just didn't know what to ask.

“Hey, Ohma…”

“What”

“Why are you still here? I mean, at my house?”

“Isn’t it obvious? There may be more Worms coming this way, looking for you. Someone has to stay in the area to get them. The others are actively hunting as we speak.”

“Worms?” She looked confused, but assumed it might be what he called criminal people - And… did you say “others”?

“Yea. Some people I know”, he gets up a little, to look around, “but I don't think they'll show up anymore, though. We can get out of here.”

She partly couldn't believe it. This all… because of her? Okay, not quite a typical situation, but that's exactly why she felt something bubbling in her chest. She was no teenager, she knew what that was. She tried to erase it right away. It wouldn't get her anywhere.

“Hey… Kanami… you turned pale and then red all of a sudden” he puts his hand on her forehead, “hnm… you don't look like you're sick.”

Her eyes widen when he touches her forehead, dodging a little. “I-I'm fine, I just… it was a busy day, okay? Not everyone comes out of this unscathed, especially those who are definitely not used to it.”

“I see” he gets up, “I suggest you pack up.”

“Wha- pack up?”

“Uh… would you rather stay here, then?”

“Oh… right… “, she gets up, “yeah, actually… I'd really rather spend the night in a hotel or something…”, she brushes the dust and the cat's fur off her clothes…

Until she realizes that the outfit she was wearing was a sleep dress that was almost see-through because the fabric was so thin. It sinks in and her face couldn't get any redder.

“I think changing clothes is good, too” she almost muttered, holding her voice, it was no use screaming, anyway. If he saw something, he'd already had plenty of time for it.

“It's cold outside, so yes.” he says, without any change in his voice.

She nods, and tries to walk to her room, not wanting to embarrass herself anymore. She opened the door and came face to face with one of the thugs she had knocked out waking up.

That's when she screamed, kicking him in the face in fright.

“Hey, what happened?” was Ohma's voice from behind, until she looks at the fallen guy “Oh…”

“G-get him out of here please…” she asks in a pained voice.

He doesn't say anything, just drags the guy out of the room, holding him by the armpits. She closes the door and leans against it, falling to the floor as well, shaking like a green stick. The tears came back, and she let them out.

Outside of her room, after taking care of getting the guy out and throwing him in the living room with the others, Ohma heard the sobs in the bedroom. Not wanting to get close and disturbs, he sat at the bottom of the stairs, waiting for her to be done. 

He sighed, suddenly a little tired, also feeling responsible for all this mess.

Next Chapter Here

[blackwolfqueenzz]

My Daughter

🌻Class 1A🌻

🌻

Eboni flapped her little wings as All Might held her tiny hand tightly into his large one letting her fly beside him, closely.

"Look at my wings Daddy I'm flying" her wings fluttering as fast as they can. All might let out a laugh and watched his lite girl smiled ear to ear.

'Eboni's wings are slowly growing in. Maybe I should introduce Hawks to Eboni one day since they have similar wings, he could help her with he flying'

🌻Time Skip🌻

"Alright daughter Im going to be in the meeting and you'll be with you're uncle" All might said as they made their way to he Teacher's Office. Eboni skipped happily alongside her father.

All might opened the door seeing all the teachers chatting or at their desk doing work except Awaiza. Eboni walked to her father's desk and climbed on the chair while All might goes to a mini fridge with Eboni's drawing and baby pictures on it and grabs Eboni's favorite meal and drink, soba and dumplings and Apple juice.(An: I want to try Japanese soba sooo bad😩🙌🏾)

"Here you go princess eat up I have to go now you know wher-" All might fixed her hair and the helped her use the chopsticks correctly.

"I do Daddy don't worry" she munched on a dumpling.

"Alright young Eboni I have to go now. Have a wonderful day a d behave in Mr. Awaiza class" All might chuckled and kissed her forehead before going to the principal's office.

Eboni finished her snacks and drink and cleaning her mess on her father desk. She made her to the hallways and then she shifted into a black kitten with yellow eyes and walked to very familiar The 1-A door and starts meowing.

The door open, a girl with brown hair with pink cheeks and another girl who had pink skin and pink hair.

"Aww look how cute the kitten is"

"I know so cute" said pink cheeked girl.

"We should go to our desk ladies Mr. Awaiza about to start teaching" a blue hair boy with glasses instructed.

"Yes yes hey let's bring the kitten inside and show Mr. Awaiza he going to be soooo surprised!! He loves cats" the pink hair girl gently picked up the black kitten.

"Hey Mr. Awaiza look what was outside the classroom" the girls giggled at their bandaged teacher. Awaiza looked up from his desk and his full eyes widened, he grabbed the black kitten from his students.

"Everyone to your desks.....Eboni what are you doing here early I thought he'll bring you during the training exercise" he sighed, petting the kitten.

The class were puzzled as they watched their teacher having conversation with a cat. The kitten purred and meowed in return.

"What's going on I think Mr. Awaiza finally lost it" The pink hair girl whispered to a yellow hair boy with a black lightning on it. The boy laughed on the comment and then the whole class started to whisper and chat among themselves.

"Um......Mr. Awaiza you know you're talking to a cat" yellow hair boy waved his arms.

"I know that Denki..... Class this is Eboni Yagi All might's Daughter and my niece. She going to be staying with us for the afternoon, go on Eboni you can change now" Awaiza put the kitten on the desk. The classroom gasped as kitten shift into a young melanin girl. A green hair boy eyes widened. ' So this is Eboni Yagi All Might been talking about but wait they don't look like each other. I'll ask All might questions when see eachother again'

"Hi Mr. Caterpillar I missed you" Eboni hugged her uncle and he hugged her back.

"Wait Mr. Caterpillar why are you all covered up.....look like a Mummy" she giggled moving his hair out of his face.

"Well Mr. Mummy has boo-boos allover but I don't want you worry alright I'll get better soon" he said smiled.

The class was in shocked to see their teacher gloomy and forever tired demeanor change into loving and caring.

"Now enough of the chitchat class we have to talk over UA Sports Festival" his demeanor quickly to serious tone and turned to his students.

"Why would you us like that " the class yelled.

[theravencawsatmidnight]

Curious Cat. Pt 3.

Summary. Shigaraki is hit with a quirk that turns him into a cat and gets picked up by reader.

In the morning you woke up first to Shigaraki’s tail draped over your face . You blink a few times till his tail fell off your eyes onto your nose. You blew the tail off and pet his backside, scratching gently. Shigaraki yowled in his sleep, nuzzling into your chest stretching his back legs out and into your face, his tail swaying onto your eyes again.

You blew it away again and pulled him out of your shirt setting him on the floor. The movement woke him up , his half lidded red eyes staring you down. Human. I was asleep. How dare you. Inconsiderate, i'll dust you.

“Tomu you hungry?” You asked, getting off the couch stretching.

I’ll dust you later, Human.

He followed you to the kitchen meowing loud for his breakfast. Walking in circles around your legs while you opened cabinets . You double checked every cabinet but you could not find any more canned fish. Shigaraki was still meowing .

You crouched petting him talking a little sad. “Tomu. I'm all out of fish for you.”

Unbelievable, inconsiderate, I am HUNGRY. He growled , tail flicking.

“I can give you some milk, and when i get out tonight i'll buy you some food okay? I promise”

Wait your leaving? All DAY. What am i supposed to DO? I'm a CAT. “Rrrr….”

You scratched his chin and Shigaraki yowled moving away , sitting with his back to you.

“Tomu.. “ you got up getting the milk pouring it into a bowl, gently you set it down petting him one last time. “I'll leave the tv on ok?” You went into the living room turning the tv on and went upstairs to get ready for work.

Unbelievable. What am I supposed to do? I'm hungry. What if I throw a fit? You'll stay if i throw a fit right? Kurogiri always gives in if I throw a fit.

You came back downstairs tying your apron around your waist to see the bowl of milk tipped over and Shigaraki sitting on the counter.

Foolish human. Now you have to stay with me.

“Oh Tomu.” You went to the kitchen grabbing a cloth off the oven to clean up the milk. Shigaraki watched you feeling accomplished . This will work. You poured some new milk and scratched at his chin one last time.

“Just remember if you knock it over again you'll be hungry all day. I don't mind you on the counter either Tomu. I'll miss you a lot okay?” Your hand left his chin and Shigaraki opened his eyes seeing you go to the door.

Hey , hey wait. Human!!! Click. Fuck

Shigaraki stomped all over the counter pacing back and forth . Upset, he was upset. How dare you. He hopped down going to the bowl of milk growling at it . Not food. He leaned down, licking up the milk . Only eating because its my only stupid food.

When he finished he decided to explore your dump of a home. Shigaraki walked through the living room jumping up the stairs to see your room to his left. A bed, dresser, closet, book shelf. Shigaraki wandered in exploring the closet first . Which was just clothes and your shoes on the floor. He stuck his head in one of the shoes getting stuck and threw a fit yowling swinging his head all around till the shoe fell off.

I'll kill you.

Next he went to your bed jumping onto it and almost falling back off . Your stuffed animal scared the shit out of him. His fur was still sticking up when he hopped off the bed. Finally he went to the dresser noticing you left the bottom one open slightly. He tilted his head looking in , his tail wagged. He climbed into your draw wiggling under your bras and panties yawning.

I guess I'll stay here till Human returns. I wonder what the damn League is up to. And I wonder when i'll turn back.

Shigaraki spent the day right in that dresser . All curled up in one of your bras nibbling on its strap in his sleep. Your panties wrapped around his tail.

Meanwhile , on the tv down stairs . A news report was talking about a fire that broke out on the other side of the city. The woman was talking about the League and how their spike in crime has been caused by their Leader missing.

Later on, you returned with a few bags on your arms . You spent more than you should have but that's okay. It was fun shopping for cat toys and beds. You called for Shigaraki and kneeled down, opening the bags and opening up a can of wet food. Shigarakis ears flinched and he shot up, hitting his head on the dresser.

Fuck. What's that smell? Human?

Shigaraki jumped out of the dresser speeding all the way down stairs to see you. Human. You smiled when you saw him and held out the canned food. “Tomu! I bought you food!” His tail wagged as he ran over seeing you put the food down. He dug into it, laying down to eat it.

Food. Good food.

You opened up some toys placing them down. They were little balls with bells in them and a couple mice toys. He watched you place the toys around him with slanted eyes while he ate. As if I'll play with those. You also opened up a box putting a little basket next to the tv.

“Tomu! I couldn't afford a fancy cat bed but I bought you a basket to sleep in! I was going to put one of my aprons in it and maybe a shirt over top so it's nice and dark in it? Would you like that?”

As if ill sleep in that. Why would i sleep in that if i can sleep with your tits, human.

He watched you get up and go upstairs . He rolled his eyes looking back down at his empty can scoffing, he stood up swatting one of the balls and his ears twitched. He swatted it again watching close, it rolled away and Shigaraki pounced, swatting it around the living room till it rolled under the couch.

Fuck.

He turned to see you come back down setting up the basket like you said you would for him. Shigaraki strolled over sitting near you watching with an amused look on his face. Human, I'm not sleeping in this.

You picked him up setting him inside . “If you don't like it Tomu maybe ill change out my apron for a towel or something okay?”

It was… nice. Not too dark but the shirt covered just enough so he felt secluded. Like it was his own space, Shigaraki laid down nuzzling the apron up and over his head and body sniffing it. Foolish...human… he fell asleep.

The days went on, and Shigaraki warmed up to you, he still threw a fit when you had to leave but you always returned. Your happy face was the highlight of his day, besides jumping in the shower with you. He loved the basket more than he thought he would. One day while you were at work he dragged some panties into the basket to sleep on. Sometimes you came home a little irritated or sad and it worried him. Was someone upsetting you? Work? He wanted to kill whoever it was.

Everynight he snuggled into your shirt purring as loud as he could to see you smile. He even got used to being called Tomu. You even saved up some money to buy a pretty blue collar that said Tomu on it along with your address and phone number. He was… not excited but he let you put it on him.

One night you were asleep snuggling him in your bed , it was a hot night and you didn't have AC , so the windows were open and you were wearing a tank top and panties. Shigaraki was nuzzled into your chest asleep. His nose itched and he scratched it waking up to see his hand.

FUCK.

He fell out of the bed looking down at his naked human body then his hands then you . The quirk wore of!!! He looked behind himself to see the tail wagging. Fuck. He reached up to feel his cat ears.

Fuuuuck.

He looked at you again, your tank top bunched up and your panties hugging your body so snugly.. his cock twitched.

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@bat-eclecticwolfbouquet-love

[eomerra541]

I wanted to share a portion of the first chapter of Blood and Ink with you all!! Zierra LeFay is my leading lady in this fanfiction with a two-world plotline. Middle Earth and a fantasy style Earth. Hope it draws you in!!!!

YTD 2019, October 31st

Location: Hillsboro Oregon, USA Bishop/LeFay/Boleyn Coven

"So, what do you think?" Zierra had been facing her over-the-door mirror and swiftly turned to look at Tutela, who had taken her most frequent form as a black cat. Her tail swayed as she meowed approvingly, rubbing herself against Zierra's leg. Her vibrant eyes smiled as she seemed to almost break out into a gentle grin.

"You're totally right. I look gorgeous." Running a finger through her dark curls, Zierra adjusted the waist armor that was snug against her maroon long sleeve tunic. Zierra's black pants were tucked beneath a pair of black leather boots that dawned a hidden pocket inside meant for a small weapon but she used it to hold her cell phone(she was a witch after all… Zierra was a weapon all on her own).

Moving toward her dresser, Zierra grabbed two silver wrist guards, placing them over the sleeves of her tunic before tying the leather strings. She then reached for her satchel, double checking to make sure all the essentials were still inside before readying herself to leave.

To Zierra, Halloween was much more than a chance to dress as her ancestor Morgana LeFay(though she thoroughly enjoyed that part). It was also her birthday and a day when witches, like herself, felt a sudden boost to their magic. For All Hallows Eve was one of the nights where the universe's magic was at its most potent.

Grinning, Zierra motioned for Tutela to follow. "Vamonos, let's get to the coffee shop."

With a nod, Tutela moved toward the open window while Zierra headed for the door of her one bedroom apartment. Grabbing her keys, Zierra watched as Tutela examined the area, making sure no one would see her transformation, before taking the sudden form of a blue jay, flying about and patiently waiting for Zierra to meet her outside. With Tutela outside, Zierra used to magic to close the window and made her way outside

Zierra's apartment was located near the Trimet( Tri-County Metropolitan Transportation District of Oregon) at Orenco Station, an urban neighborhood filled with decades old brick buildings as well as those with wide windows and a modern appeal.

It was within walking distance of her work as an RN at a senior living facility, and an even closer walk to her mother's coffee shop, LeFay Lounge. Orenco Station was by far her favorite neighborhood in the Portland area, and as Zierra stepped outside, she smirked taking it all in. It was a view sje wouçd admire for years to come.

Her eyes fell on Tutela before she began to walk toward LeFay Lounge. The lively street was filled with evening joggers, mom's taking their kids out trick or treating, as well as a young man playing his guitar for money. She threw in a few dollars as she passed while Tutela flew overhead, keeping her flight patterns headed in the same direction as Zierra, without looking as if she were following her.

Taking a right, she could see her mother inside the coffee house just ahead. She was nervously pacing the floor while typing some message in her phone. The sudden ping from inside the pocket of her boot made her realize Ellie, Zierra's mother, had been texting her.

Reaching for her cell, Zierra glanced toward the screen.

I thought you were gonna get here before everyone else?!

Zierra's mother had never been the controlling or worrisome type, always trusting her daughter to do the right thing. More than that, Ellie had an amazing truest gift(every witch can do most spells but every witch also has their own strength known as their truest gift) of foresight and was always one step ahead. She knew when danger was truly imminent and when to roll with the punches. Still, that didn't mean Ellie could foresee every outcome. The future was often unpredictable and depended on the decisions of others(if everything was black and white, Ellie would have been able to protect her husband from his untimely death). Nevertheless, it was because of that special gift that if Ellie was worried, Zierra ought to be as well.

"Ay dios mio." She said, quickening her pace. She gazed toward Tutela, pursing her lips. "We better get in there fast. I'll let you in from the back." Tutela made a loud chirp in reply just as Zierra took a deep breath, hoping it wasn't too serious before reaching the front door.

Inside the shop, lanterns adorned the walls along with quotes written in an Old English font. The floor was made of stone, and the arched ceiling was painted to look like the night's sky. In every way, the coffee house symbolized their great heritage of Medieval Times.

Ellie, who had been facing toward the large fireplace, quickly moved toward her daughter as she entered. "Zierra, we don't have a lot of time." Ellie's voice sounded panicked before she fixed her eyes on the large glass window that showcased her coffee house. She raised her hands as a gold mist began to emit from Ellie's fingers before floating toward the walls of the building, circling it entirely.

The Glamour Spell was used to keep those without magic from ever witnessing or hearing the practice of magic. From outside, LeFay Lounge would appear silent and still, without a soul occupying it, concealing their every action, no matter who arrived for the meeting or what magic they chose to use.

"Mom, what's going on?" Zierra asked worriedly. She hadn't seen her mother this distraught since the night their father died.

Turning to face her daughter, Ellie looked anxious. "Zierra, I've just had an awful vision. It was about you, and it's going to happen soon."

Zierra, seeing the sudden fear in her mother's eyes moved forward. Her mother reached for Zierra's hands before continuing. "In the vision you were standing before a hideous creature with flesh that looked burned. Its' fangs were long and it had stocky legs. It wanted to kill you. It wanted to eat your flesh." Ellie's breath seemed to hitch as a tear fell across her cheek. "You used your magic to defeat it but then as many as fifty came toward you, with some riding on the backs of unnaturally large dogs." Ellie shook her head as her eyes closed for a moment, carefully remembering every detail. "I- I thought at first they were werewolves but their structure wasn't quite the same. Not to mention wherever you were did not look familiar at all."

Zierra could hardly keep up. She pinched the bridge of her nose trying to comprehend her mother's words. "Mama, calmete." She placed her hands on her mother's shoulders. "What are you talking about? What creature? Werewolves? I thought they were extinct?"

Ellie drew in a breath, feeling frantic. "No, I'm saying I thought it was a werewolf." She waved her hand as if to move on. "That's not what's important Zierra, I'm trying to tell you something bad is going to happen, and whatever those things were, I have never seen in all my studies of magic."

Zierra bit her lip. This was supposed to be a typical meeting between three joined covens. Those that were direct descendents of Bridget Bishop, Anne Boleyn, and Morgana LeFay. She thought she'd get to celebrate her birthday as well as Analise Bishop's(they'd both been born on All Hallow's Eve and as such their magic was a great deal stronger than even those on the councill). She thought the two of them would finally be initiated into the councill, as it was typical on a witch's twenty fifth birthday. Instead, she began to fear for her own life.

"Have you told the council your vision? What did they say?" She asked, hoping the coven could help. Whatever her mother had seen, she strongly wished to prevent it.

Ellie gripped her daughter's hands, her eyes growing large at Zierra's question. "You can not even mention my vision! We have to figure this out on our own and be ready for anything that might happen tonight."

Zierra was growing more concerned by the second. "Why aren't you going to bring this up to the councill? I thought all visions of foresight had to be shared-"

"Not when I think a bloodwitch is the reason these creatures were created!" Ellie interrupted.

Zierra furrowed her brow. Analise had been the first bloodwitch in centuries. They were uncommonly rare and could use their own blood to spark life to inanimate objects or bring back dead things(though no matter what they brought back to life they were never entirely the same, their bodies needing constant repair). The two girls had never truly gotten along but Zierra wouldn't suspect Analise of wanting to harm her. Analise had always been full of herself but given that they saw each other a few times a year it just didn't make sense. Analise was a beautiful girl with her own damn life in Rio De Janeiro! She had money, power, and popularity and was miles away from Zierra.

"Mom I don't understand-" Before Zierra could continue, a blue flame suddenly formed within the large fireplace to her left before the stone began to expand. Then, stepping beyond what Zierra knew as Doorway Flame, a woman with red hair and pale skin gave them both a warm smile.

"Merry Hallows Eve, Zierra and Ellie." Lisa greeted. "And Happy Birthday, Zierra."

"Merry Hallows Eve." Zierra and Ellie replied in unison.

Lisa's smile began to fade, taking in Ellie's blotched face. She knew she must have been crying. "What's wrong Ellie?"

Ellie composed herself, giving Lisa a wide grin before waving her off. "Oh we were just reminiscing of when Byron was still alive." She lied.

Lisa's head tilted as she gave them both a look of sympathy. "I can imagine how hard it must be to not have him here for a day like Zierra's birthday." Lisa turned to Zierra just as the others began to arrive. "I heard about you finishing your degree. Congratulations on becoming an RN and for snagging such a prestigious job right out of the gate!"

"Thank you." Zierra answered with a smirk. "I did apply on a friday the thirteenth." She admitted, which was açeatd a day of luck for witches and wizards.

Soon each young descendent(future council women when they were of age and maturity) and council members began to arrive, totaling thirty women. There were ofcourse male descendents, but their magic was typically never as strong(an old curse caused by Mordred was responsible) and as such it was always women who led councils across the globe. They greeted each other kindly, taking seats at the many tables in Ellie's shop, with Ellie LeFay, Lisa Boleyn, and Octavia Bishop standing near the fireplace as the head council women.

"Zee!" Zierra spun around when she heard her cousin's voice, who immediately wrapped her arms around Zierra. "Happy birthday, gorgeous!"

Zierra released her cousin with a pleasant grin, momentarily pulled from her troubled thoughts. Her eyes lit up at the sight of Aliyah's costume.

"You look, muy bonita!" She exclaimed, remembering the dress as one of Regina's from their favorite TV show, Once Upon a Time (The pair loved the world's interpretation of magic and all the irony behind its hidden truth)."I think you could give Lana Parilla a run for her money!"

Aliyah slowly spun around to give Zierra a full view nodding as she spoke. "So true, cousin. So true. But it's not just the party that has me looking so spectacular." Aliyah's smile was wide and filled with excitement, she gripped Zierra's forearms biting her lip. "I'm going to ask Ezra to marry me!"

Zierra's mouth fell open. Ezra Leveau's- who was a half witch half Faery- ancestry came from Marie Laveau and his coven held a council with two other families in France. His mother's marriage to Veyro, an ambassador for the Fae kingdom, had also helped solidify a peace treaty between both parties.

Zierra had been so happy to see them together. And though it had only been six months since they started dating, anyone with eyes could see it was meant to be. "Does that mean you're asking him-"

"Tonight? Yes! And at the Festival? Also yes!"

Zierra practically screamed before giving Aliyah another hug. "Yey! I am so happy for you both! Seriously he is perfect for you! And at the festival no less! Which I get to see happen!"

The two girls sat at one of the round tables, still giddy from excitement just as Analise Bishop had taken the last chair. Zierra's smile immediately dropped as fear crossed over her eyes.

"How were your summers girls?" Analise asked quietly, looking down at her black polished fingernails. Her skin was painted green and her dark hair was fastened into a beautiful dutch braid. She glanced at Aliyah first, waiting for a reply.

"Paris was just as romantic as they say." Aliyah answered with a reminiscent grin. Despite how annoying Analise's ego could be, Aliyah had never been rude to her. It wasn't in her kind nature. But as she looked toward her cousin, Aliyah was quick to notice Zierra's sudden apprehension. Her body had stiffened and her eyes were momentarily filled with vigilance and though Zierra had been quick to recover, Aliyah was much too close to her cousin to miss it.

"I got hired at a senior care center. It's great money and I'll always have the same shift, unlike if I took a job at a hospital. It was a gig most wouldn't have fallen into having just finished school but I did apply in a day if luck, so I was bound ti get it, but I plan to stick around."

"Oh yeah, you finished your nursing degree." Analise stated. She glanced Zierra up and down as if she were beneath her. It was the same self righteous expression Analise often carried, but this time her eyes seemed sinister and it only caused Zierra's fear to grow; her mother's strange vision painting gruesome images inside her head as she contemplated whether Analise would ever want to hurt her. What would she gain from doing so? She asked herself, not able to come to a rational conclusion.

"Love the costume by the way, and happy birthday." Analise added, taking Zierra by surprise. Her smile seemed genuine and the darkness she had seen a moment before was gone "Don't I look ravishing in green?" She winked, gesturing to her costume as The Wicked Witch. Maybe I hadn't seen it at all, Zierra considered. But mom seemed really scared.

"Thanks, and happy birthday to you as well.' Zierra's eyes narrowed for a moment. She truly didn't know what to think. The two had never had any bad blood. So why now? Trying to hurt Zierra meant Analise risking her position on the council and giving up even the slightest opportunity at power felt out of character for Analise. Still, her mother's vision kept Zierra on guard. She gave Analise a slight grin before nodding, turning her attention to her mother who was about to speak..........

Here's a link if you want to read more!!!!

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/13695267/1/Blood-and-Ink

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the incredible @puppypeter (check out their blog, it's amazing) asked for a soft, ageing starker and my heart cracked in two cuz I live for this dynamic. Can you tell I'm living for the sake of moodboards?

He loves Tony, he really does. But if the so called genius forgets his reading glasses one more time, Peter will lovingly shout at him. Because he had covered the entire lab in neon post it notes, programmed an alarm in each A.I and explicitly reminded Tony every day before the road trip. They were going to Europe and that implied museums and fancy menus and speeches and glasses so Tony wouldn't be squinting at tiny words whenever he was curious about something. But Peter was 99.999999% sure his boyfriend would accidentally forget to pack his things just so he could show the world Tony Stark was not ageing, no sir. Which is why Karen and Friday had helped Peter buy and safe guard thirty pairs of glasses in their luggage.

By the fourth day, they were all gone. Peter is seconds away from scolding Tony because this was important, it has to do with his health, dammit, when he turns around and there's a cat. His boyfriend is cooing at the feline, scratching beneath a furry chin and grinning when the cat begins pawing at the last pair of glasses they have. Does his heart melt at the sight? Yes. Was he still angry? Absolutely. Will he ask Tony how the hell he found a cat in the jet hangar? No. They've been together for eight months, Peter's used to animals just showing up and seeking Tony out.

"No." A hurt look is aimed at him and he won't laugh, he can't surrender even if the cat copies Tony's face and gives the most pitiful meow Peter has heard in eighteen years.

"But it's all alone here, Peter. And look, it's cute like you." It is a pretty cat, fur an almost identical shade to Tony's hair and the fluffiest tail a cat could posses. That's not the point though, is it?

"It could belong to someone in the area or have kittens. We can't just take them, Tony. And a cat is a responsibility. It's not like having DUM-E or Karen. You have to feed the cat, vaccinate them, pet them, clean them and not forget them in a hotel five cities away. I won't be at the house every day to remind you to look after yourself and a cat. "

The billionaire lights up and Peter knows he'll have a headache by the end of this.

It's been amazing to travel all over Europe, he's enjoyed exploring new places with Tony. After months of rising crime, overwhelming homework and hungry rivals choking the life out of them, a vacation was desperately needed. He's not in the mood to fight, but he will if he has to. Peter knows Tony is getting older and he doesn't care. Sure, he cares about his health and making Tony go to monthly check ups and take his vitamins and having his glasses so he could be safe and drive properly and-

Peter cares about his well being. Always. But he doesn't care that Tony's getting older and it's more obvious now than a year ago. There are wrinkles around teasing eyes and sexy graying temples and creaking joints, but that does not mean Peter loves this ridiculous man in front of him any less. He finds Tony gorgeous, always has and always will. It's not just about his body, it's Tony himself that's so attractive. And yeah, he also finds a silver fox Tony really fucking hot. He's 21, he can ogle whoever he wants.

Right now, however, he's staring Tony down.

It's not that he doesn't want to take in every stray and care for them. It's that he can't be sure Tony will remember to act accordingly.

"I asked around and apparently she's already been vaccinated and sterilized by the manager. No one's taken her home yet because most people have allergic family members. She just showed up a few days ago. You have to know that's weird. This cat appears the week we get here and she's already had her shots. What are the chances she'd strut out and start purring at me? Come on, Pete. The universe wants me to take this cat home."

His eyebrow twitches. He's sure of it when Tony glances up and sets his shoulders back. Every Avenger knew to prepare for a fight when Peter's face moved that way. This man would kill him. He's fucking certain he won't live to twenty-five.

"You forgot your glasses in every city we've been to. How am I supposed to let you take a cat with us? "

"I knew you'd have back ups," the blood rushes to his head and the cat snuggles closer to Tony, ears flattening when Peter's lip curls, "and anyway, I won't forget two cats in a hotel because they meow and move. How could I forget when they're alive and not something as small as reading glasses?"

Distantly, he's pleased. Happy with the knowledge that his boyfriend knows how to read him like a book. It's why they're great together, villain or no villain around to threaten their lives. That's something he'll preen over later while calling Ned. Now he smiles, teeth bared and eyes cold.

"Did you say two cats? Because I swear I'll leave you here, Tony. I've got Karen and a car and lots of sightseeing to do. If there's another cat, I will drive away and call Pepper to pick you up. And you know how she gets when you make her travel half way around the world, Tony. I will finish this trip. If you wanna keep the cats, then keep them. Here in a hotel, practicing how to care for them while I do what I wanted to do with you. Or you can send them to the house with someone else and join me. I know you, you're gonna end up with cats in the house. But I am not babysitting two cats while worrying about you too. I love you, I do. I won't do it, Tony."

His heart would be destroyed if anything happened to those cats and Peter had no plans to cry during this trip. Something shifts in Tony's face and he sighs, defeated. A pout is forming rather quickly and Peter can't believe this is the same man that saved the universe. His boyfriend is a child. He's head over heels in love with a child and Peter knows it. Christ, he won't last two minutes angry if Tony keeps sulking like that. It hurts too much.

Hands that have used Infinity Stones are softly setting the cat down when Peter groans, rocks on his heels and mentally curses his parents in law for bringing an insanely ridiculous man into the world.

"Fine, keep the cats. But you are not losing those glasses and I better see you taking all your pills. Ok, Tony? I mean it, they are your responsibility and I don't want you leaving them in a hotel because you were too busy thinking about something else-"

Tony drops the cat, pounces at him and he's suddenly in the air, strong arms twirling him in a circle. It's the silliest thing they've done in their whole trip and they'd taken pictures with a shoe as a tripod.

Laughter bubbles up and Peter is helpless to stop the joy that washes over him at the sight of his grinning boyfriend. He really loves this man.

He wraps his own hands around Tony's face, draws him in and kisses the smile that's replaced a pout. They stay like that, Peter straddling Tony, lips intertwined and laughter slipping out every few seconds. The cat meows at them for attention and he thanks Maria and Howard Stark for such an insanely wonderful boyfriend.

(They keep the cats, finish the trip and Tony never loses a pair of glasses again. Then again, he never had.)

Sorry for the weird spacing, tumblr doesn't like me.

[marshmallowprotection]

Xbaksbidhd ive heard a lot about people gaining weight cos of quarantine but i?? Lost weight?? My average used to be 107lbs but now its 103lbs, and sometimes goes to 101lbs which is overall fine (not bmi-wise, but its not threatening so idrc). I mean, im not complaining, i just find it a little odd, bc i always feel like i eat more when im at home... oh but now that i think about it, sometimes it takes me all day just to finish a measely breakfast cos my meds suppress my appetite completely, no matter how physically hungry i am ┐(‘～` )┌

I forget to eat like all the time. Probably would only eat dinner if i didnt need breakfast as a cushion between the two different pills i take in the morning (the one time i didnt, i felt so nauseous).

Oh- scenario popped into my head! Hehe. I doubt saeyoung would let something like this slid, like he'd polly understand that its hard to eat sometimes, but i do know that its still necessary... unfortunately. Dont get me wrong, i love food, but it takes time to eat, time i could spend doing other things. Same goes with sleeping. I'd rather stay up drawing or writing or doing whatever until i feel really tired and then go to sleep, and then wake up before 9am the next day. (7am on a school day.) Im aware its not really reasonable but eh. Sleep is waste of time. And i can run on 3 hours no problem. Aaaaand i went off on a tangent, whoops lol

Hmm.. oh right. I swear im so bad with remembering to eat, i even forget to eat the food sitting right in front of me ^^" im only ever hungry in the late evening, and even then if im hyperfocused, i'll ignore my hollow stomach until its too distracting.

Saeyoung would have to seriously be creative to get me to actually eat for once my goodness. Like maybe i'll eat half of my tiny, pitiful breakfast, and then i'll just forget about the rest lmao

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Weight fluctuates constantly between the same 5-10lbs as you get older and you’ll know water weight as well as just a change when you’re more active and when you’re not. So, that’s nothing to worry about. You need to set timers or like reminders, because of my condition, I have to eat smaller meals throughout the day and I do it with a timer because it’s easier to remember that way. It’ll be the same theory for folks who eat 3 meals a day. 

That being said, Saeyoung has the same issue and the same idea. Everyone gets to eat at the same time. There’s a point of making sure that everyone in this house eats, because between him, Saeran, and you, well, only one out of three are actually doing things on time. So, get ready to hang out with everyone during the day for family bonding time over snacks. 

If that doesn’t work, then you can count on a Meowy timer. She’s going to meow at you until you fucking eat. She will not hesitate, bitch. Saeyoung can’t even say a word because he told Meowy to do it. Help. 

And if all else fails, just texting each other reminders at certain times!