#rescue pets are awesome

[sunshine304]

And then there's Lupita Nyong'o who was afraid of cats until she had to film with one for A Quiet Place: Day One and started liking them so much that she went to a shelter and got her Yoyo! <3

I hate it when actors talk about an animal they had to work with on set and it’s obvious they were not patient with the animal at all. You especially see this with non cat people who had to work with cats and are like “Working with that cat was the bane of my existence, never on cue, scratched me once, always seemed afraid of me.” Like yeah, she’s a cat. She could probably sense you hated her. It’s hard enough to be an animal in the entertainment industry without some guy being a dick to you. Are you that uncharitable with human costars (and particularly child actors) or do you just hate animals?

Conversely, it’s so heartwarming when an actor speaks positively about an animal they worked with and/or there are behind the scenes stories of the crew genuinely trying to make the animal comfortable and giving them grace.

One of my favorite examples of this is Mad Max 2 (1981) which was made on a budget of $4.5 million AUD (about $13.5 USD in today’s money). They ended up casting a dog from the pound that was scheduled to be put down and by all accounts the dog was a nightmare to work with. But most of the cast and crew loved him. The dog’s name was Dog so his character’s name was also Dog. He was difficult to train but super food motivated so they kept writing dog food into scenes for him. He kept freaking out on set and they couldn’t figure out what was wrong. Eventually they realized part of the reason he kept acting out was because he was terrified of the sound of cars and motorcycles so they had special doggy earplugs made. His character was supposed to be aggressive but real Dog was very affectionate and could not be made to behave aggressively so they had to use selective editing to make him seem more menacing. When filming was done multiple crew members wanted to adopt him because he was such a good bad boy. He was adopted by one of the stuntwomen and got to live out the rest of his life doing actual blue heeler things. That was his only film role.

[nhlclover]

RUNAWAY DOG! WILL SMITH

pairing: will smith x fem!reader

summary: your dog unexpectedly bolts on you, leading you to a loving stranger.

warnings: fluff, reader being a dog owner

word count: 1.10k

notes: i keep seeing videos of will with dogs and i can't with how obsessed he is with every dog he pets

The brisk autumn air nipped at your cheeks as you strolled down the tree-lined street, Freddie trotting beside you with his tail wagging in excitement. The colorful leaves crunched beneath your boots, their fiery oranges and reds swirling in the gentle breeze. Ever since you'd rescued Freddie, these walks had become your little sanctuary, a comforting routine that outlined your day. Twice a day, rain or shine, you two explored the neighborhood, Freddie eagerly sniffing every tree trunk and bush while you zoned out to your favorite podcasts.

But today, Freddie was different. He had more energy than usual, tugging at his leash like he was on a mission. You chuckled at first, trying to get him to slow down. “Freddie, heel,” you called gently, but your words might as well have fallen on deaf ears. His focus was laser sharp as he pulled harder, the muscles in his sturdy little body tense with anticipation. Before you could react, Freddie twisted, shook free of his collar, and took off down the sidewalk at full speed.

“Freddie!” Your heart leapt into your throat as you bolted after him, the crisp air burning in your lungs. The world blurred as you raced down the street, dodging people who stared at the sight of a panicked dog mom chasing after her runaway pup. You shouted apologies over your shoulder, but your eyes stayed locked on Freddie’s furry body, which was quickly rounding the corner.

Just as you were about to lose sight of him, you spotted Freddie barreling toward a tall stranger standing on the corner, waiting at the crosswalk. You feared the worst — what if Freddie startled him, knocked him over, or worse, ran into traffic? But as you got closer, you saw something unexpected. The guy wasn’t upset or even alarmed. He was grinning, kneeling down to Freddie’s level, offering scratches and soft words as if they were old friends.

“Hey, buddy! Who’s a good boy, huh?” the guy cooed, laughing as Freddie licked his face in delight.

You finally caught up, your breath coming in ragged gasps as you bent over, hands on your knees. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” you panted, grabbing Freddie to reattach his collar. “He slipped out, and I—I—”

The blond stranger stood, towering over you but with a relaxed smile that made you feel instantly at ease. “No worries at all,” he said with a soft chuckle. “This guy is awesome. He’s adorable!” He ruffled the fur behind Freddie’s ears, and your mischievous dog melted into the touch, clearly smitten.

You glanced up at the guy, momentarily distracted by his easy charm. His grin was infectious, his eyes crinkling at the corners in a way that made your heart skip. He had this laid-back energy about him that made you feel like maybe everything was under control after all.

You couldn’t help but smile as Freddie kept lunging back toward the stranger, desperate for more pets. “Well, thank you,” you said with a soft laugh. “He’s usually much better behaved, I swear. His name’s Freddie, and he’s a lab mix.”

“Freddie, huh? You’re a handsome boy, Freddie,” the guy said, still grinning as Freddie whined and pawed at him. “What kind of mix is he?”

“Lab and maybe a bit of shepherd? I rescued him, so I’m not totally sure,” you explained as you loosened your grip on his leash, allowing Freddie to trot back over to the man.

“Well, whatever he is, he’s gorgeous,” the guy said, squatting back down to give Freddie more love. Freddie, of course, leaned right into it, practically glowing with all the attention. “I’m Will, by the way,” he added, glancing up at you with a grin.

“Oh, I’m y/n,” you replied, trying not to sound too breathless. “Nice to meet you, and thanks again for not freaking out about Freddie jumping all over you.”

Will’s smile deepened as Freddie gave a playful paw, trying to get his attention back. “Looks like Freddie’s found himself a new best friend. I’m starting to think I might need to schedule playdates for him with you.”

“I can’t say that I would hate to see this cutie again,” he said, scratching a spot under his chin that elicited a groan from Freddie. Will grinned as he looked up at you from his crouched position, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “I also wouldn’t hate seeing his equally cute owner again.”

Your breath caught in your throat and a warmth crept up your neck, surprised by his comment. You bit your lip, trying to stifle a grin as you looked away, suddenly feeling a bit shy under Will’s gaze.  “Well, Freddie seems pretty taken with you,” you said, your voice a little higher than you meant it to be. 

Will chuckled and stood up, dusting off his hands. “I have that effect on dogs,” he joked, before pausing, as if thinking carefully about his next words. “But… if you're up for it, maybe we could plan one of those playdates? I mean, for Freddie of course.” He smiled, the kind that made his eyes crinkle at the corners. “And, I wouldn’t mind seeing you again too.”

Your stomach did a little flip, the casual charm in his voice sending a flutter through you. You nodded, still trying to maintain your composure despite the little spark of excitement you felt building. “Yeah,” you agreed, “I think Freddie would love that. And I would too.”

Will reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. “Great. How about I give you my number, and we can set something up?”

You fumbled with your phone, unlocking it and handing it to him with a nervous laugh. “Here, you can just put it in.”

He quickly typed his number into your phone, then handed it back with a smile. “There. Just shoot me a text whenever you and Freddie want to hang out.”

“Will do,” you replied, grinning as you pocketed your phone.

Will knelt down one last time to ruffle Freddie’s ears. “See you soon, little guy.” Then, standing up, he shot you a sly smirk. “And you too.”

As he turned and walked away, Freddie tugged at his leash, trying to follow. You chuckled, shaking your head as you bent down to soothe him. “I know, bud,” you murmured. “He seems great, doesn’t he?”

As you started walking again, your heart still fluttering, you couldn’t help but think how unexpected this whole encounter had been. Who would’ve guessed your rambunctious dog, the one who never seemed to behave on walks, would turn out to be such a good wingman?

[kebbopulos]

Hey folks you know those hyperspecific polls that are making the rounds on here?

THAT'S THE TYPE OF SHIT YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO SAY WHEN YOU ARE ASKED FOR A FUN FACT ABOUT YOURSELF (at least based on the polls I've seen). I know myself and a lot of other people hate having to come up with fun facts about themselves, so use these as a cheat sheet!

Literally, if you find one that's true, mentally save it as your fun fact to have ready about yourself. Please allow me to give you some potential fun facts from real polls on this site:

I *exclusively* wear novelty print socks. no plain ones at all

I can't ride a bike

tiramisù is my favorite dessert

I can speak and write fluently in pig latin

I am scared of moths

I know 30+ digits of pi (this is one I use as a fun fact regularly)

I grew up with a pet macaw

I currently want the same job that I did when I was 4

I have been buried in corn

I was once stranded on a mountain and had to be rescued

I’ve seen a bear in the wild more than once

My pet is named after a fictional character

I planted over three hundred thousand trees by hand

Any of these true about you? Awesome! Use it as a fun fact! If none of these are true for you feel free to look through other hyperspecific polls! Good luck!

[plutoschiild]

it makes me so happy to think about an AU where atem is not a 3000 year old spirit trapped inside a puzzle, but a 3000 year old spirit trapped inside .. a cat body . it would make him so silly, because wdym you were once a pharaoh, a mighty leader, treated like a literal god in this earth, having the knowledge to all the existing games and controlling shadow magic and now you're here melting with some pets behind you ears??

i like to imagine that yugi found him after completing the millennium puzzle, yes, but they meet during a moment where atem is in danger and yugi rescues him. like yugi completes the millennium puzzle -> atem wakes up confused in domino -> he fucks around and finds out -> yugi finds him and takes him home. yugi puts him on his bag in the front of kame game and enters home, because he doesn't think his mother or his grandpa would approve a cat.

so he hides atem inside of his bedroom for months, and atem gets bored in the beginning, because yugi would be out for most of the day during the week. so he starts following the teenager secretly, and when yugi notices his presence, its too late - he is already on his destination. then everyone would have to deal with yugi playing duel monsters with a cat on his lap, sometimes jumping on the table and laying over the cards lazily or just dropping things around out of nowhere, because he is bored and yugi isnt giving him attention.

(eventually, sugoruku finds out about atem because he needed something that was inside yugi's room and his grandson was in school. so he enters the bedroom and atem is on the bed, belly up and spread all over the mattress, like he is the king of that cubicle of a room.)

and do you know that cat that wants to start a war with everyone, but adores their owner deeply? that is cat atem. he is distrusting of almost everyone around him, except for yugi's friends, but with rules. no one can rub his belly but yugi; no one can put him on their lap but yugi; no one can give him medicine but yugi; no one can >tame< this beast of a cat but yugi. all that it takes is for yugi to sit down on >whatever< surface and atem is already jumping on his lap, dirtying his dark clothes with his fur.

besides, yugi eventually learns that atem can sense the evil in people. when they are around someone with bad intentions, atem gets defensive, hissing and attacking if that person tries to get too close to him or yugi. and, coincidentally or not, not too long after that, the rumours start to run about that same malicious person going through some traumatic experience and never being the same ever again.

atem also constantly tries to keep a cold facade, but melts so easily to yugi. look, he has thoughts like a person, right? he thinks that this is a completely normal thing for a cat to have - critical thinking, knowledge about games, political debates inside of his head. and when he is trying to keep that facade around other people --always on yugi's lap-- and yugi starts scratching behind his ear, he enters a dilemma, thinking "oh.. oh no, this is going to ruin my reputation! ok, act nonchalant.. im a dgafer, im indifferent to .. this super special awesome ear scratch- wait im losing my focus! ok i don't care i don't care i dont ca- OH YES RIGHT THERE"

so duelist kingdom starts, yugi starts to hear a different, slightly deeper voice inside of his head during the duels. at first, he thinks he is going insane, but that same voice whispers to him all of the strategies that granter his victory. and when he duels against pegasus, he gets to see the truth - he passes out and sees atem in his human form for the first time. after that duel, he starts seeing atem during the duels in his spirit form by his side, indicating the card and strategies to win and in his sleep, atem visits him and they spend what seems like hours getting to really know each other - even though atem doesn't know a lot about himself in the beginning, he loves knowing every detail about yugi.

[lucysarah-c]

Hi! Happy new years eve ✨🥂 hope you had an awesome 2023 and all my best wishes and blessings for 2024 🫶🏼

Now, I can’t get this idea out of my head. Levi adopting a kitten with his girl. I always thought of Levi like a cat person, idk he just seem to fit on it. And as a cat person myself I would love to read something about it.

I can imagine him thinking is a bad idea but then he cant go anywhere in the house without the kitty 🫶🏼 so adorable I guess

Ahhh happy new year!! Thank you for all your well wishes and sending them back to you! I'm sorry it took me this long to write this for you sweetie! T-T so sorry

It started in the least expected way. Levi and his group of friends had been trying to find new ways to spend time together in their difficult adult lives. They wanted to revisit certain activities they used to enjoy in their glory college days and bond a little. You, of course, didn’t complain. If Levi decided to go camping with his friends or hiking on any weekend, it was also a chance for you to hang out with your friends at home, maybe watch a movie he doesn’t like, and have a “me” afternoon. It was all positive until Levi began to notice something during their hangouts.

Dogs.

All of them, particularly Mike and Erwin, had their own respective big, fluffy, loyal-to-death dogs that they would take with them on hikes, jogs, or even camping trips. You could see from the look in your boyfriend's eyes that he was envious. The only reason you and Levi hadn’t adopted any pets before wasn’t because of you in particular. You grew up with pets, loved them, and felt that the house was missing something without a fluffy companion. And don’t get me wrong, Levi had always had a soft spot for animals. But, in his own words, “As a kid, my family could never afford one… and Kenny hated them so.”

When you two moved in together, he didn’t want any pets due to "too much hair, too much mess, and too much money spent on the vet." But now, you could see in his eyes that he desired one, especially when they took pictures with his friends' dogs, and Levi hardly ever took pictures himself. Sooner or later, you brought up the idea, and he seemed excited. You quickly guessed that he wasn’t going to be the one to suggest it since perhaps his pride stopped him from admitting that now all the previous reasons he had given you to say no weren’t that important.

One lazy Saturday, you were walking past the doors of a shelter. Both of you admitted that if you were going to get a pet, it would be a rescue, giving the chance for an animal to live the American dream (two adults with good salaries, a pretty house, and no kids) after someone had made them believe they were trash. Both of you talked to the receptionist, who said that soon she would walk both of you to the dog’s department to choose. But when the guide came back and you were ready to go in and check out the puppies with your boyfriend, he was nowhere to be found.

Quickly, you followed the sound of people talking, and there he was, talking to a vet at the cat’s side of the shelter. The vet seemed to be deeply engrossed in conversation with him as you reached his side.

“Lev? Love, they are waiting to show us the dogs,” you called to him before smiling softly at the vet, acknowledging their presence.

“Oh, I was just telling him that she never gets close to anyone, not even to us. It was almost magical seeing her trying to reach out to him,” the vet said, and you quickly concluded it was the cat that was rubbing the top of her head against the front of her cage, trying to reach Levi.

“Aww, poor thing,” you said as you bent down slightly to have a better look at her face and perhaps give the cat some love through the small space of the bars. But the cat quickly moved away from your touch and softly hissed.

It hurt you, despite knowing that all cats have their temperament, until the vet spoke again, “Oh, she has always been a little grumpy; she’s not a fan of people.”

Levi also bent down to the cat's level, and he seemed to be the chosen one because the cat was continuously bumping her head against the cage, seeking more love from him. “Well, that makes two of us,” he commented, admitting his antisocial tendencies.

“When we found her, we thought she was feral because of the damage from living on the streets and her attitude, but we found she was chipped. We contacted the owner, but he said that since she couldn’t have more kittens, they left her in the streets,” both of you slightly raised to look at the shelter’s owner with heartbroken faces. “She’s been here for a while, but nobody wants her because she’s old, grumpy, and because of all the pregnancies she had, she has FIV, which is an expensive treatment an-”

“I’m taking her,” Levi interrupted the vet without a second thought, and you were about to comment that the plan was to get a dog, nothing against taking the little cat.

“Are you sure? It’s a lot of responsibility, and she’s rather old,” the vet warned.

“I’m sure. What do I have to do to take her home?” Levi replied with confidence.

That’s how Chai Tea, or just Chai, came into your life. She was a grumpy old lady, but you two loved her to death, especially Levi. She seemed to be a golden brownish Persian, which made sense given her breeding history, but one of her ears was damaged from living on the streets, giving her a permanently angry face. The first sign of her enjoying being a spoiled princess was during her first visit to the vet after her adoption, when the instructions were to reduce her food rations because she was already a bit too chubby.

“Shhh, don’t listen to the vet. You’re perfect,” you heard Levi whispering as he rocked her in his arms in the kitchen. “Here, have some ham.”

She was obsessed with him, and he was obsessed with her. Did Levi complain about the hair? A lot, but at least he took the effort to vacuum and brush her himself. In his own words, “If I can make her life worth it for even a little bit at the end of it, then I’ll do it.”

It was endearing to receive a text message from Levi saying "On my way home," and then witness the little fluffy ball rushing down the hallway with her short legs once you tell her "Chai! Daddy is coming home!"

It was incredibly cute how she would meow all the way to the front door, occasionally looking back at you to make sure both of you were going to greet him.

It’s rather funny how he went to a shelter to get a big dog for his "bro's" adventures and came back with a cat that demanded to be picked up and rocked in his arms while he prepared dinner. Even funnier is how he accepted it. Now your camera phone is full of pictures and videos of Levi humming lullabies, sleeping with a cat on top of him, or holding her up in the air so she can hunt a moth.

A little bit jealous? Perhaps. Sometimes, Levi seems more eager to greet the fluffy cat when he gets home than he is to greet you. But being able to give an elderly cat a second chance was a better experience than anything else.

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[legendofmorons]

The chain ( and bonus) and what pets they'd have

First

He wouldn't have a pet until after he was sure he was doing adventuring

He'd get a dog, probably a Australian or German shepard

This dog is very well trained.

Fierce

Tarantula or cat

Can't quite decide

He'd LOVE orange cats

Four

Fish

He likes most animals but dosen’t want to have to walk it or clean a litter box.

Dosen’t mind doing maintenance for fish tank stuff

Hyrule

Chamelion

He loves reptiles and names his pet after a plant

Legend

I think he'd probably be open to most animals, but he'd really love cats and rabbits

Loves black cats

Is partial to rabbits (do I have to explain?)

Malon

Dog

She loves animals but has a special spot in her heart for dogs

Work dogs specifically

Australian shepards, cattle dogs, border collies, great Pyrenees she loves em

Ravio

Fish

Gold fish or beta fish

He's really good with them

Sky

Bird (obviously haha)

He'd probably love a parrot

Can see him doing rescue work with them

Time

Cat

Probably just a stray cat that picked him

Would love siamese cats

Twilight

Horse

Epona and any foals she has

Would also probably enjoy a dog

Warriors

Does Wind count? (/j)

He'd probably have a cat too

He's nor against a dog but I don't think he's seeking one out

He'd love ragdoll cats

Wild

Snake

He has a ball python and loves him

Gets plenty of rodents for his baby to eat

Wind

A dog person

Would LOVE a big dog to love

Mastiff, Saint Bernard, pitbull? Any of em would be awesome for Wind

[soaringthroughthegalaxy]

Hello :) if your requests are still open:

This is my first time requesting something so please ignore this if I‘m doing something wrong.

I saw the 150 Random Writing Prompts and was thinking of a jealous Hunter smut. (Or Echo, if you find it more fitting)

With

143.: “Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?”

And if it’s ok ( I could not decide, sorry)

97.: if you interrupt me one more time— so help me god”

93.: say you want me, and i’m yours.”

Thanks 🙏🏻 You are an awesome writer!✨

Thank you so much for the request, anon! You did nothing wrong at all! I was able to work in all three, but I’m incapable of writing anything short, so this is kinda long - oops. Hope you like it! <3

Bonus point if you spot the Taylor Swift lyric I managed to weave in!

Green Doesn’t Suit You

With the whole squad safely back on Pabu, you settle into a comfortable civilian life. But the yearly Celestialis festival, said to bring good fortune for the next year to those who attend, brings with it something you never thought you’d have.

Pairing: Hunter x f!reader

Word count: 6.5k

Rating: 18+ MINORS DNI!

Warnings: jealousy, friends to lovers, pet names, old lady shoving her oar in, Omega is a fantastic wing-woman, confessions of love, first kiss together, squint for possessiveness, being (lovingly) manhandled, first time together, oral (f!receiving), unprotected PiV, dirty talk, soft aftercare, all the fluffy feels.

The air was stifling, not only from the heat outside but the warmth emanating from both ovens in the kitchen of your new home on Pabu.

The house had been a gift – the fanciest gift you’d ever received – from Shep and the other island residents. A thank you for all the hard work you, the boys, and Omega had put into rebuilding their island after the freak tsunami.

All seven of you, living together in a space infinitely bigger than the Marauder or your old barracks. It was heaven.

“We still need to get those tanks moved.” Omega grumbled, grabbing a clean tray and loading it with the latest batch of cooled cookies you’d made. In the sitting room, just visible through the kitchen doorway, were two bacta tanks. Where Phee had managed to procure them from was still a mystery, but they’d saved Crosshair and Tech’s lives after you, Hunter, Echo, and Wrecker had stormed Mount Tantiss to rescue Omega and the twins. The brothers had been worse for wear – it was still a miracle Tech had survived his fall.

“I’ll speak to Phee in the morning.” You added it to your mental list, skirting around an open cabinet door.

Today was the Celestialis festival, where Pabu’s residents came together to wish for good fortune for the year ahead. Once Shep and the island’s organising committee had caught wind of how good your baking skills were, they’d pulled you into the fray. For weeks, you’d been planning and purchasing ingredients and trying different recipes. And for the last few days, you’d been baking all hours of day and night – with varying levels of assistance from Omega and her brothers.

Four years ago, when the war had broken out, you’d signed up as a civilian handler. Fresh out of college and with nothing lined up, it had seemed like a good idea. While other handlers stayed on Kamino and supported their squads from a distance, the moment you’d read the files for Clone Force 99, you’d known that you’d need to be at their side constantly. They had a habit of veering off track, and handling that from afar would only give you a permanent migraine. So, after signing a hefty waiver with the Kaminoans, you’d been handed some armour, a blaster, and directions to the hangar.

Three years, you’d fought alongside them, learning the best ways to manage them and their unique skill set, building bonds and friendships far deeper and more meaningful than anything you’d ever had before. This last year, since Order 66, had brought its own challenges, too, but it has also brought you Omega.

Grabbing another tray from a cupboard, you pass it over to the young girl, watching as she loads it up with more cookies. Sweat beads on the nape of your neck, and you sigh, lifting your hair to try and get some air to it.

Omega, forever perceptive, abandons the cookies to help tie your hair back. From a small pot on the counter, she goes to grab a hairband, but at the last minute, you redirect her to the strip of fabric that sits nearby, the two of you sharing a look.

It’s another hour before you’re ready to leave for the festival. The boys had headed out mid-afternoon to help set up, taking their dressier clothes with them to spare themselves the walk back to the house and to not get in your way as you finished up. As infuriating and stubborn as they could all be at times, their thoughtfulness was unparalleled.

Dragging wagons laden with treats up to the central plaza, you and Omega work quickly to lay out all the goodies on the tables Shep had set aside for you. You hoped there would be enough for everyone, especially as other food was on offer, too. Stepping back from the tables, you take a deep breath.

“Finally left the kitchen, eh?” Echo teases as he approaches, the rest of the boys in tow. He’d tried to help as best as he could over the last few days, but baking with one hand had been less than ideal. Ultimately, he’d sat at the kitchen table and kept you going with conversation and caff breaks. And he’d chased Hunter off a few times when that keen nose of his had brought him sniffing around for treats to ‘sample.’

You watch as Omega passes a star-shaped cookie over to Wrecker, and the delight on the big man’s face as he devours it fills you with pride. “If I step foot in that kitchen again at any point in the next two weeks, please shoot me.” You joke, the corners of your lips curling into a smile.

“Deal.” Crosshair teases, toothpick sliding to the other side of his mouth as he reaches for a Roonan lemon cookie. His appetite hadn’t returned much since his rescue from Mount Tantiss and time in the bacta tank, but he was trying to eat a little more each day so you wouldn’t worry about him.  

“Hey!” You protest playfully, the boys chuckling as Crosshair takes a small bite, throwing you a wink. Light conversation flows between you all, broken up by the occasional island resident swinging by for some treats. The music starts, and more residents arrive, joining the festival’s spirit, dancing together and laughing.

Hunter can’t keep his eyes off you. For the last four years, he’s seen you in blacks and armour, with the recent addition of sweatpants around the house, and yet now you’re in a dress. A light and airy thing with delicate straps that cross over your shoulders, the fabric cinched in at your waist to accentuate the soft curves of your body. He’s sure it’s the same shade of aqua that paints his pauldrons, too. The thought has a strange sensation sweeping through his gut.

The sound of someone calling your name snatches his attention and drags his thoughts back to the present. As you turn towards the person calling for you, he can’t help but steal the opportunity to admire you. Eyes raking up your bare legs, across your hips and ass that he’s imagined grasping many times, over the smooth plane of your back to the curve of your neck and then…

The entire galaxy might as well cease to exist as his mind goes blank.

Wide brown eyes lock onto the scrap of red fabric keeping your hair up, and that strange sensation in his gut slams into him again. There, holding your hair up, is one of his spare bandanas.

His heart races, thoughts scattered like leaves in the wind. A torrent of emotions surges within him. He wants to reach out to you, to pull you close and finally tell you how much you mean to him, but he holds himself back. He can't bear the thought of you not returning the sentiment. Maybe it had just been an accident. Maybe his bandana had been the closest thing available.

In the silence of his thoughts, he missed you excusing yourself to talk with one of the island’s elderly residents, who’d been calling you over.

“Smooth.” Crosshair deadpans, gaze flicking to Hunter as they watch you go, the rest of their siblings distracted by the food and music.

The slink of his brother’s voice pulls Hunter from his thoughts, and he frowns in Crosshair’s direction. “What?” He asks. They’d worked hard to reconcile ever since Crosshair had been deemed stable enough to leave the bacta tank – they’d broached difficult topics and mended a few bridges as they worked towards getting back to what they’d had before the Order had been given. It was slow and, at times, painful, but neither of them was willing to give up on each other again.

“You were staring at her like she’s pure aurodium. Not that I blame you…” Hawkish eyes slide towards Hunter, a smirk tugging at Crosshair’s lips as he watches his brother’s jaw clench and his head tilt, a hardness settling across his features.

Crosshair lets out a low chuckle, enjoying the slight rise he’d secured. “Green doesn’t suit you, vod.” He tosses the comment before snatching up a few more of your baked treats, striding away in search of a quiet place to perch. Crowds still bothered him, but he didn’t want to avoid the gathering altogether and feel like even more of an outcast.

Across the plaza, you’d reached Mrs. Magiere. The elderly lady had lived on the island for years and had slowly convinced her family to move across the galaxy and join her. She wandered the island around lunchtime, and you’d often crossed paths, sharing polite conversation.

Beside her stood an unfamiliar man. “There you are, dear. I want to introduce you to my grandson, Dax.” Mrs. Magiere reached for your hand, drawing you closer.

“It’s lovely to meet you, Dax.” You offered the man a smile. He was a little taller than you, with a slender build, perfectly coifed brown hair and piercing green eyes.

Dax tries to keep his gaze on your face, but his eyes betray him for a moment as he takes all of you in. You’re quite lovely, he must admit. “And you. My grandmother speaks very fondly of you.” He replies.

Mrs. Magiere looks between you both with glee. “Why don’t you two go and dance? My old bones can’t keep up anymore.” One of her hands finds your lower back, and she gives you a gentle nudge towards Dax.

Warmth sweeps across your cheeks caught off guard and a little uncomfortable, but Dax offers you a reassuring smile and his hand. Not wanting to cause a scene or upset anyone, you take it, letting him lead you towards the plaza’s centre where couples and families are dancing. He stops en route, snagging a delicate pink flower from one of the blossoming vines nearby. With careful hands, he slides it into your hair, leaning back to admire you.

“And here I thought you couldn’t be any more beautiful.” The compliment comes naturally to Dax as he retakes your hand, leading you to a small available spot amongst the dancing island residents.  

The warmth in your cheeks grows, and all you can offer Dax is a small smile as he twirls you into his arms once you are amongst the crowd. Laughing softly, you let him lead, the few dance classes you’d taken at college helping you keep up with him.

“You did a wonderful job with the baked goods.” Dax lays another compliment on you, enjoying your bashful smile.

It felt good to be appreciated for all your hard work preparing for this evening, especially by those outside of your little family. “Thank you. What did you like the most?”

Turmoil rolls through Dax. Truth told, he hadn’t sampled any of the treats you’d so lovingly prepared, but he knew it was essential to compliment you. “The oat ones were delicious.” He takes a stab in the dark.

Your smile falters briefly before you fix it back into place. “I’m glad.” You lie in return, not pointing out that you hadn’t made oat cookies.

Standing off at the side of the plaza, it took no time for Hunter to find you amongst the crowd. Over the years, he’d memorised the sound of your heartbeat and the delicate whisper of your voice as the light breeze carried it to him. His eyes found you, and his brows furrowed as he watched you gracefully twirl in the arms of another man, a torrent of emotions churning within him. Jealousy, like a venomous snake, coiled around his heart, injecting poison into his every thought.

He couldn’t tear his eyes away from you. The woman he loved, whose smile could light up his darkest days, was now smiling at someone else. Insecurity gnawed at him, an unpleasant feeling he thought he’d long buried during his cadet days.

He longed to be the one guiding you across the dance floor, holding you as though you were the most precious thing in the galaxy. The realisation that someone else was experiencing that privilege grated on him.

“I don’t like him.” Omega’s voice snapped Hunter from his spiralling thoughts, and he glanced down to see her standing at his side, her own eyes watching you and the unfamiliar man dance.

“Hm, neither do I.” Hunter comments, arms crossed over his chest as he watches you twirl again.

It was no secret to Omega how much you and Hunter loved one another, and she was getting tired of neither of you doing anything about it. “Then, why don’t you go dance with her?” She asked, injecting as much innocence into her voice as she could muster, wide eyes turning up to look at her brother.

Hunter sighed. Omega had a point – he could quickly end this torture.

“Mind if I cut in?” The smoky rasp of Hunter’s voice interrupted your dance, and you turned towards him, offering him a bright smile.

The smile Dax had been wearing dissipated, a faint clench to his jaw as he shook his head while the music changed to something softer. “Not at all.” He lied, taking his hands from you. His grandmother had told him about the man who’d interrupted, with half of his face shrouded in darkness, and had warned him that you were close. Not willing to go easily, Dax lifted one of your hands to his lips, holding your gaze as he pressed a kiss to the back of it before stepping away a small distance. He’d wait nearby for another turn.

Your bright smile turned a little uneasy as Dax pressed a kiss to your hand, but relief had your shoulders sagging as Hunter stepped forward, sliding one arm around your waist to pull you close, your hand resting on his shoulder. He took your other hand with his free one, fingers interlacing. “Thank you for the save.” You murmured gratefully, knowing that with his hearing, you didn’t need to raise your voice to be heard above the music.

“Always.” Hunter’s answer leaves no room for doubt as he gently leads, moving you both in a slow sway. He can’t help but revel in your closeness. Every touch, every brush of your hand against his, feels electrifying, making his heart race with desire. Your warm body is pressed to his, his senses overwhelmed with you.

Warmth and security flood your body with the press of Hunter’s hand on your lower back, igniting a desire to be even closer. The rest of the galaxy can’t reach you here, tucked safely in his arms, and for a moment, you allow yourself to forget about everything that’s happened over the last four years – all the pain and bloodshed, all the horrors and tears. Through it all, Hunter has been a steady presence.

As you sift through the good memories, certain moments stand out. There was that day at the lake on Kintan, where the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. The two of you had sat side by side, another successful mission under your belt, your laughter dancing in the air. You remember stealing glances at him, the way the sunlight had caught in his eyes, adding more warmth than you thought possible to those endless pools of brown.

Then there were the late-night conversations while you were deep in hyperspace, where you’d lose track of time, sharing dreams, fears, and secrets. Hunter’s voice, soft yet determined, painted a vivid picture of what he wanted from life after the war.

You could only hope those wants had changed.

Hunter drew his senses in, letting the crowd in the plaza fade into the background as he focused on you, the steadiness of your heartbeat, the feel of your hand in his and your bodies pressed together, and the subtle change to your scent. “You smell different.” He comments, curious eyes finding yours.

“If anyone else said that to me, I’d stomp on their foot.” You laugh, a little caught off guard by the statement. “I…” You trail off, the warmth that had faded from your cheeks now returning. “I stopped wearing perfume while knee-deep in the war, but now we’re out the other side of it. I thought I might try it again.” You admit, head dipping bashfully, before worry laces through you. “Is it too much? I aimed for something I hoped wouldn’t bother you and your senses.”

Lips parting at your answer, Hunter blinks with disbelief. Here you were in a sweet little dress, one of his bandanas keeping your hair up, and now you’d dropped on him that you were wearing a perfume picked out with his heightened senses in mind. He groans, desire churning through his veins. “Are you trying to turn me on, or are you really just that oblivious?” 

Freezing, you think for a moment that you’ve misheard him. “What?” You question softly.

Hunter realises his mistake, but it’s too damn late to take the words back. 

In the following pause, neither of you moving, simply staring at one another, Dax spots his opportunity and steps forward. “Can I cut back in?”

Hunter has to actively stop himself from grunting in frustration at the interruption. “We’re not done.” He tells him politely, making sure to keep his eyes on you. He knows he has to say something to you. “Cyar’ika, I…”

Dax huffs, finding it unfair that this man had swooped in and stolen you mid-dance and refused to let him back in. “Look, bud-“

Something snaps in Hunter, and his head whips to the side, eyes narrowing at the man you’d been dancing with. “If you interrupt me one more time, so help the Maker…” He growls out the threat, no longer caring that he’s being rude. This was too important. You were too important.

Your jaw drops, and you watch in disbelief as Hunter threatens Dax. Your heart races, and for a moment, the tension in the air is palpable. Dax, a bit taken aback by Hunter’s sudden intensity, raises his hands in a placating gesture.

“Whoa, whoa, man.” Dax stammers, realising he’s pushed Hunter’s patience to the limit. He steps back, allowing some space between him and the seething clone.

Hunter takes a deep breath and exhales slowly, regaining his composure. He turns back to you, his eyes softening as he tries to find the right words. "Cyar'ika, I'm sorry. It’s just... I need to talk to you.”

Your heart still races, but now it’s not just from the tension between the two men. You look into Hunter’s eyes searchingly. “What is it?” you ask, your voice filled with concern.

Keeping hold of your hand, Hunter leads you away from the crowd, finding a quiet corner of the plaza where you can talk in peace. The silence lingers for a few minutes as he struggles to find the right words, scrubbing his free hand over his face, having never anticipated this moment would come. 

Unable to bear seeing him so stressed, you step closer, resting a hand against his chest. His heart thuds heavy under your palm. “H…” You breathe the little nickname you’d given him shortly after joining them all those years ago, which breaks him out of his funk. 

“You’re a kaleidoscope of everything beautiful in this galaxy.” He blurts out, catching you off guard. “Your kindness, the way you listen, how you look after everyone around you — you’ve had me captivated since the day you waltzed onto the Marauder like you owned the damn thing and introduced yourself. And now, it’s terrifying to think of my life without you in it.” Once the words start, he can’t stop them.

“And I know we’ve been friends for years, and I value that more than anything in the galaxy. But seeing him dance with you and thinking of him doing it again…” Hunter huffs, trying desperately not to get worked up. “I mean, cyar’ika, the colour…” He gestures to your dress with his free hand. “And you’re using my bandana to keep your hair up, and you picked out a perfume with me in mind...” He trails off, knowing he’s shared so much that he can’t return from it, but Maker does it feel good to get the weight off his shoulders.

A small smile weaves onto your lips, even though you know you shouldn’t be happy, given the man you love is clearly stressed. “What if I told you none of it was accidental?” You murmur, your hand on his chest smoothing across the firm plane of muscle. “That you didn’t misplace your right pauldron the other week – I borrowed it to colour match. And I purposefully asked Omega to use your bandana earlier when she was tying up my hair.” You confess, eyes darting up to watch as surprise paints itself on his handsome features.

“You know, I’ve spent countless nights replaying moments in my head, wondering if you ever picked up on how my heart races when you’re near or how I can’t keep my eyes off you when we’re together. I didn’t want to make things awkward or ask for something neither of us could give in the middle of a war. But we’ve made it out the other side, so…” It’s your turn to trail off.

Your words hung in the air, and Hunter’s heart began to race, his body swirling with so many emotions it was difficult to grasp onto any of them. A rush of warmth surged through him, from the tips of his fingers to the depths of his soul. Gazing into your eyes, all he finds is pure, unwavering honesty. Your sincerity was a balm to his fears.

Hunter’s silence unnerves you, but you’re not backing out now. Not when the promise of something so much sweeter is tantalisingly close. “Say you want me, and I’m yours.” You whisper.

Hunter’s gaze never wavers from yours, and a flicker of relief crosses his eyes as he realises that this isn’t a cruel joke or an illusion. It’s real. The tension between you seems to crackle with anticipation as he takes a deep breath, finally finding the words he’s been searching for. “I’ve wanted you since the day you walked onto the Marauder.” He admits softly, his thumb gently caressing your cheek. “I’ve tried to be strong, to protect you and the rest of the squad, to not let my feelings get the better of me. But I can’t deny it any longer. I want you with every beat of my heart, every breath I take.”

His confession sends a shiver down your spine, and you can feel the intensity of his desire in the way he holds you and the way he looks at you. There’s no turning back now.

With a slow, deliberate movement, Hunter leans in, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. The world around you fades into obscurity, and it’s just the two of you finally giving in to the magnetic pull that has existed between you for so long. The kiss is a promise, a declaration of all the unspoken feelings and desires built up over the years.

As your lips parted, Hunter rested his forehead against yours, his breathing ragged with emotion. “I want you, and I’m yours.” He whispers, his voice filled with love and longing.

A radiant smile spreads across your face, and you reply, “I’m yours too, Hunter. Always.”

His smile matches your own as he pulls back a little, though his fingers remain on your face, now stroking across your jawline. “Want to get out of here?”

Teeth sinking into your lower lip, you nod. “Thought you’d never ask.”

Hunter’s eyes twinkle with excitement and relief as he takes your hand and leads you away from the plaza, slipping down side streets towards your home. As you walk hand in hand, you can feel the electric connection between you two, a spark that has finally ignited into a full-blown flame.

Halfway there, Hunter pulls you close, wrapping his arms around your waist as he tucks you against the side of a building, his lips finding yours. His kisses are hungry, filled with longing and desire, as if he’s been waiting forever for this moment. And in truth, he feels like he has.

As the kiss breaks, your laughter echoes in the stillness of the night, smile as bright as the stars above as he disentangles from you, drawing you out of the shadows and back towards the house. As you reach the front door, he stops, his free hand moving to your hair, plucking the flower from Dax free. Carelessly, he drops it to the floor.

“Hunter!” You exclaim, watching the delicate bloom hit the pebbled path beneath your feet.

Something dark shines in his eyes, sending a thrill through you. “The only things in your hair should be my bandana,” his hand reaches for your ponytail, giving it a gentle tug as he leans in, lips ghosting the shell of your ear. “Or my hands.”

Breath catching, Hunter’s lips meet yours for a passionate kiss. The front door is pushed open, and you’re guided inside, steady hands grasping at your hips as he kicks the door shut behind you both.

Heart thudding as both of Hunter’s hands cup your face; you sink into his touch as his tongue slides between your lips, tasting you. He leads you up the stairs, refusing to break the kiss for even a moment as you reach his room. One hand leaves your face to push the bedroom door shut, and a moment later, you’re pressed up against it, Hunter’s body pining you in place, an arm resting on the door above your head, caging you in. That earlier sense of safety creeps back through you.

Tearing his lips from yours, Hunter’s chest heaves with each breath, a fire licking its way through his veins as you both open your eyes, gazing at one another for a split second. His head dips, mouth leaving a trail of delicate kisses along your throat, groaning as you tilt to give him better access, the prettiest moan sliding from your lips as he laves a kiss to the juncture where your shoulder and neck meet, following it with a quick, gentle nip.

Knees shaking, your fingers find the buttons of his shirt, undoing them one by one until you can push the fabric off his body. The rough pads of his fingers drag across your bare thighs, breath stuttering as the hem of your dress meets his grasp. He breaks contact just long enough to lean back and lift the garment over your head, letting it fall to the floor.

“Fuck…” Hunter curses quietly, eyes roving over your exposed body, the curves and dips of your frame, the swell of your bare breasts. A needy groan escapes him as he realises your panties match the dress, too.

Before self-consciousness can creep in, he’s dragging you to the bed with a hungry kiss, pushing you back onto it, kiss breaking as your back meets the soft mattress. For a moment, you both pause, drinking the other in. There’s a wildness in Hunter’s eyes you’ve never seen before, a warmth in your cheeks at how his eyes devour you. You’ve seen him shirtless countless times – while sparring or coming out of the fresher, changing, or patching up wounds, but now you can look.

His broad shoulders taper to his narrow waist, and his tanned, toned skin begs to be touched. Half of him is shrouded in black ink, and a burning desire to drag your nails over the ridges of his abs has you licking your lips.

Hunter’s not faring much better, either. The sight of you sprawled on his bed in nothing but a scrap of aqua fabric, lips kiss-swollen, his bandana still in your hair, and your gorgeous tits exposed has him itching to fuck you on every surface, to fill the room with the scent of your arousal and make you scream his name over and over again. “Don’t mind me, just enjoying the view.” Hunter breaks the momentary silence, reaching down to palm himself through his pants.

The action draws your gaze downwards, and you watch delightfully as the man you love gives himself a stroke through the fabric.

Hunter’s nostrils flare, picking up on how the simple action drew more of your heady scent from between your thighs. At the foot of the bed, he slowly sinks down onto his knees, eyes never once leaving you. If you smell that delicious, he can only imagine how you’ll taste.

Propped up on your forearms, you watch as Hunter sinks down between your thighs, those warm brown eyes focused solely on you. Fingers skim up your calves, feather-light, gently pressing your legs wider as they reach your knees. His head turns inwards, gazes breaking as he presses soft kisses to your thighs, tongue leaving small, slow licks in their wake. He takes his time savouring you, savouring the moment.

Lips brush across the juncture between your thigh and hip, sucking small marks against your skin before Hunter buries his face against your clothed pussy, eyes shut as he presses his nose against your clit, inhaling deeply. Your scent pulls a low growl from him, the vibrations making you gasp. “So wet already. I’ll take good care of you, I promise.” Hunter vows, tongue pressing forward to lick across the damp fabric of your panties, making your breath stutter at the contact as your head thunks back down onto the mattress, eyes screwing shut.

Fingers prying the material down your legs, Hunter dives back between your thighs, dragging the flat of his tongue through your soaked folds, delighting in the way your hips buck and you cry out. He was right; you taste even more delicious than you smell, and he groans at your tang on his tongue.

Drawing your legs over his shoulders, he settles in, licking long, broad strokes across your pussy, familiarising himself with you. His senses home in on you, mind cataloguing every slight noise you make, every jerk of your hips, the way your breath quickens when his tongue skirts oh so close to your entrance and then circles around your clit.

Needy little whines escape you, every nerve in your body alight as Hunter teases you, lips and tongue exploring you, his nose bumping against your clit to send sparks of desire surging through you. Warmth pools in your belly, and it only grows as the wet warmth of his tongue presses against your entrance, dipping in. “Hunter…” You moan out his name, fingers burrowing into his hair as you cant your hips, grinding against his face.

Pride blooms in Hunter’s chest at your response, and he keeps going a little longer before he flicks his tongue up and across your clit, the sounds of your cries of delight like music to his ears. Hands grasping at your thighs, he presses your legs up, almost folding you in half as his tongue sweeps side to side, teasing his way back down your pussy as he has greater access.

The change in angle makes you moan, free hand clawing at the sheets while your hips rock, chasing the delight of his mouth. A light suck on your clit makes you gasp, the warmth in your belly building with every swipe of his talented tongue. Dragging his tongue around the edge of your folds, he draws an arch, skirting around the top of your clit again. “Hunter, please.” You crack, desperate for him.

You feel him smile against you, releasing one of your thighs, fingers roaming up your body until his tattooed hand gently squeezes one of your breasts. His mouth is relentless, tongue finding your clit, firmly moving side to side over the sensitive bud as those talented fingers of his tweak your pebbled nipple.

The warmth crescendos, spilling over, and you cry out his name as your release slams into you, making your body shudder, gasping for breath at its intensity.

Hunter works you through the high, and as you whine at the overstimulation, his mouth leaves you, fingers letting go of your nipple to smooth over the soft skin of your breast. “Beautiful.” He whispers reverently, tongue darting out to lick his lips and drink up the taste of you as he watches you come down from the high, your heavy-lidded eyes opening to meet his gaze.

With your hand in his hair, you guide him up your body, small hums of delight leaving you as he peppers kisses across your stomach and chest, laving little licks across your breasts as he drags you further up the bed. He breaks away for a second, using one hand to remove his belt and shuck off his pants.

You watch as he strips completely, acres of tanned skin finally revealed. As he ditches his boxers, his hard cock springs free, and your tongue darts out to wet your lips, thighs parting a little wider. You relish the low groan the action pulls from him before he takes himself in hand, fist sliding along his shaft for a few pumps. He’s average in length but thicker than you expected - anticipation coils through you.

He prowls up the bed, settling above you, letting a little of his weight rest against you. Dark eyes meet yours, and you can’t hold back your smile, fingers reaching up to trace along his face. Drawing his head down, you steal a kiss, letting the moment build as your eyes flutter shut, tongues brushing together. Hunter shifts above you, resting his weight on one hand while the other dips between your bodies, fingers wrapping around his cock as he teases the velvety head through your soaked folds. Achingly slowly, he presses forward, your lips parting as you let out a soft moan at the stretch as he eases into you inch by inch.

“That’s it, cyar’ika. Maker, you’re so pretty, taking all of me like a good girl.” He whispers against your lips, enjoying how your breathing changes and your heart races at his words. You feel like heaven as he bottoms out, hips flush against you, chests pressed together as his hand moves back to the side of your head, redistributing his weight.

The stretch as Hunter fills you is exquisite, and your eyes open to gaze up at him in awe that this is happening – that this incredible man is yours. The first slow roll of his hips has your head tilting backwards, a breathy sigh filling the room.

The pace builds, your hands reaching for him, dragging up his back and down his flanks, nails scraping along flushed skin, making him grunt at the combination of pleasure and pain. Desire coils through you, building with every thrust of his hips, every drag of his cock as he pulls out to the tip and pushes back in. He leans down to kiss you, demanding tongue sliding between your lips to taste you.

“You’re so good for me, so fucking good around me. Made for me.” Hunter growls and the sound of your bodies meeting creates a background of white noise. “Won’t last long, baby. You feel too good. Fucking dreamed of this.” He adds, supporting his weight with one hand again, thrusts never faltering as he reaches down to grasp one of your legs, hauling it up. He presses a kiss to your ankle before he pushes your leg towards your chest, the change in angle enabling him to thrust into you even deeper.

Eyes falling shut once again as he drives you closer to the edge, you whine and whimper as his cock repeatedly rubs against your g-spot. The hand he’d used to pry your leg up moves to your breast, fingers tweaking your pebbled nipple again before he gently squeezes. Your name falls from his lips, raspy alongside his command. “Come for me.”

Between his hands, cock, and voice, you’re powerless to resist. Fingers scrambling at his body for purchase, your back arches as you cry out his name, desire bubbling over into a rush of euphoria that sweeps through your body and momentarily renders you speechless. Tremors wrack through you, toes curling as you desperately pant for breath, hazy eyes opening to look up at him.

Feeling you come apart, watching you fall into pleasure beneath him, was more than Hunter could’ve ever asked for. You were beautiful every day, but lost in the throes of an orgasm he’d given you? You were divine. He could feel the pressure building, feel himself teetering on that edge.

“Where?” The roughness of Hunter’s voice caresses you, warm puffs of his breath tickling your ear from where he’s bent down to bring you both even closer, caging you under him as his thrusts grow sloppy, muscles taut under your hands.

“In me, please.” You whisper back, and the deep moan he lets out will forever be seared into your mind.

Hunter gives a few final thrusts before he presses in as deep as he can, a guttural sound leaving him as his eyes screwed shut, thighs shaking as he hits his own peak, the pressure evaporating into molten bliss as he gives you everything. Slowly, the pleasure pulls back, like the tide, and he swallows thickly as his eyes open, breath catching at the sight of you.

You’re gazing up at him like he hung all the stars in the galaxy, indescribable love woven through your features. Carefully, he lowers your raised leg, fingers rubbing to return some of the feeling as his lips meet yours with a tenderness that could only come from years of shared moments, mouths moving in perfect harmony, a slow, sensuous exploration of one another.

Hand sliding to your waist, Hunter holds you still as he gently eases himself out of you, shifting to lay on his side, drawing you against his chest.

You nestle into his embrace. Your fingers trace the contours of his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his breath. The years of laughter and tears, the countless shared experiences, and the trust built over time have all culminated in this moment.

Hunter presses a sweet kiss to your forehead, and you can feel the soothing rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your fingertips. He draws lazy circles on your back, a comforting motion that brings you a sense of security and belonging.

With your bodies pressed together, you both revel in the aftermath of your lovemaking. The room is filled with a peaceful stillness, and you listen to the soft melody of your combined breaths, knowing that this love is the anchor that holds you both steady in a still-turbulent galaxy.

[wren-of-the-woods]

Spend My Days So Close To You

In which Jaskier brings home surprise kittens and Geralt is fondly exasperated.

This is a little surprise Christmas present for @bambirex, because she's awesome! Enjoy 1.2k of sappy Geraskier fluff <3 Also on AO3 here!

“Geralt,” says Jaskier’s voice over the phone, slightly muffled by distance from the speaker and background noise, “I may have done something rash.”

Geralt resists the urge to let his head thunk down onto the table. He had been wondering where his husband was, but had hoped he had only been delayed by a sudden burst of musical inspiration in a coffee shop and not by some new ridiculous plight. Geralt’s day at work had been long and he did not want to rescue his husband tonight.

“What did you do?” he asks wearily.

On the other side of the line, there is a brief pause. 

“I think it’ll be easier to just show you,” says Jaskier eventually. “Can you clean off the bathroom floor for me? I’ll be back in fifteen minutes or so.”

Geralt sighs loudly, but he knows better than to argue with Jaskier over the phone like this. 

“Okay,” he says, “But you’re cleaning up whatever mess this causes.”

“Of course,” says Jaskier, though they both know that Geralt will inevitably help him anyway. “See you soon, dear heart.” 

Geralt went to clean up the bathroom. The time went quickly, and soon enough he heard the front door opening and Jaskier walking in. His footsteps were heavy like when he came in from getting groceries — he must be holding something bulky. Geralt went to meet him. Despite himself, he was a little interested to see whatever Jaskier had managed to do. 

“Geralt!” said Jaskier happily when he caught sight of Geralt. His hair was ruffled from the breeze outside, and his cheeks were pink. He was a little bit adorable. The sight distracted Geralt enough that he did not immediately notice the box in Jaskier’s arms. 

“Mew,” said the box, and Geralt’s attention abruptly shifted to its contents.

“Jaskier,” he said, very slowly, “Why do you have kittens?”

Inside the box were two kittens. One was entirely black and the other was a grey tabby. They looked old enough to be adopted, but only by a few weeks at most. 

“I can explain?” said Jaskier. Geralt rather thought that phrase should not sound like a question, but Jaskier was continuing before he had a chance to point them out. 

“Listen, someone had found them abandoned on the side of a road and she couldn’t keep them because her landlord wouldn’t allow pets and she couldn’t find anyone willing to take them and she looked so tired and they looked so cold and I swear we would just be fostering them, Geralt, it wouldn’t be a long-term commitment, but I couldn’t just leave them there.” 

Jaskier had been talking so fast that he had to take a moment to breathe when he finished, staring at Geralt with wide and hopeful eyes. Geralt was fairly sure he had learned that expression from Ciri when she had been a child. Geralt looked back down at the kittens. One of them was staring up at him with equally wide and adorable eyes. He sighed. 

“Fine,” said Geralt. “We’ll take care of them until we find somewhere better for them.”

Jaskier visibly relaxed in relief. “Thank you. You won’t regret it.” 

Geralt sighed again, though this time it was mostly for sure. Both he and Jaskier had been a little off balance since Ciri moved away for college, and it would probably do Jaskier good to have another being to take care of. Maybe he would remember to eat if he had to feed a cat. 

The thought made Geralt pause. “Do we have anything they can eat?”

“I stopped by the store on the way back,” said Jaskier. “I got a few cans of food. Would you get that ready? I’m going to try to get rid of anything these fellows shouldn’t be able to access.” 

“Okay,” said Geralt. He had spent enough time pet-sitting Yennefer’s cat when she traveled to be comfortable feeding cats. He went to the kitchen and found a few bowls that seemed low enough, then started to prepare the food while contemplating what they would need to do to pet-proof their house. Jaskier’s instruments and sheet music would need to be put away. 

A decade ago, Geralt would have been infuriated by such a sudden change in his responsibilities. He probably would have demanded Jaskier take the kittens away, and only afterwards thought that perhaps having another creature around the house would be nice. But he and Jaskier had both changed since then. They had grown beside and around each other. Now, Geralt trusted that Jaskier would keep his word and take care of them, and that he wouldn’t do something like this with true thoughtlessness — certainly not if it would place the kittens’ safety at risk. 

When Geralt finished preparing the food, he went to the bathroom to find Jaskier already setting up a litter box that he had apparently also bought on the way home. The black kitten was still in the cardboard box, but the tabby had clambered out and was tentatively sniffing at a dehumidifier. 

“Should we take them into the kitchen to feed them?” asked Geralt. 

“Seems reasonable,” said Jaskier. He picked up the box again. “Would you get that one?”

Geralt knelt and offered his hand to the kitten. It sniffed his fingers. It did not seem particularly bothered by him, so Geralt gently picked it up. Once it was settled in his arms, he stared petting it with one hand. 

He looked up to see Jaskier staring at him with an expression so full of fondness that Geralt’s breath hitched a little. 

“You’re both adorable,” said Jaskier. 

“Hm.”

Jaskier laughed. “Let’s get these little guys some food.”

They took the kittens to the kitchen. Geralt set both his kitten and the food on the floor, and watched as the black kitten clambered out of the box to join the other one in a meal. 

“They’re socialized well,” said Jaskier. “I hope nothing bad happened to whoever raised them. I can’t imagine why they were abandoned.”

Geralt hummed in thought. “If there was a mistake, we can give them back.”

“Very true.”

They put together a quick dinner while the kittens ate, then sectioned off a small part of their bedroom with a pen that Jaskier had somehow also acquired to cover with old cloths and papers so the kittens could spend the night there without getting hurt or damaging anything. Jaskier was a light sleeper, so he would wake up if the kittens needed any help. 

As he prepared for bed, Geralt realized that his exhaustion after his long day had faded away. He was still tired, of course, but the unhappiness was gone. He was amused. He was hopeful. He was happy. 

As Jaskier came out of the bathroom, damp from a shower and humming something that Geralt didn’t recognize, Geralt came up beside him and hugged him. 

“Oh!” said Jaskier. “Hello, there.”

“Love you,” said Geralt. 

He felt Jaskier’s smile against his cheek. “Love you, too.” 

As they headed towards their bed, kittens sleeping quietly in the corner, Geralt knew he was a very lucky husband indeed.

[madaboutmunson]

Perfectly P-awesome

For Stranger Things Writer’s Guild Daily Prompt

‘Daddy’

Summary: Drabble of Steddie at the dog rescue

Word Count: 700

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“Eddie, this was a mistake,” Steve whispered out the corner of his mouth, as they walked between the enclosures.

“No it wasn’t, my love. You’re just upset we can’t take them all,” Eddie replied in a whispered sing-song tone. He looked smug, and he had every right to, because he knew his boyfriend, and he knew he was correct.

Steve channelled his annoyance into a grumble as he avoided eye contact with the dogs they passed by.

“Imagine what a wonderful thing we’ll be doing, giving one of these sweet things a new home,” Eddie encouraged swooping into his side and linking their arms, “A new leash of life, if you will,” Eddie wiggled his eyebrows and stifled a laugh.

Steve rolled his eyes but the smile he was wrestling to hide became too obvious. He sighed, “We don’t have the space.”

Eddie made an incorrect buzzer noise, “Wrong! We had three whole humans in that apartment, a dog is smaller than a human.”

“Ok well are you gonna walk them every day?” Steve said, putting one hand on his hip.

Eddie pouted, “But baby, you go for a jog or run every morning, if you took the dog you’d have some sort of protection, when you’re out on your own.”

Steve was about to say no and stopped in his tracks, “Ok, alright,” he said throwing his hands up, “A few conditions. You join me on morning walks and you can walk the dog. The dog cannot be so big it takes up half the sofa. It must be a mixed breed, and no puppies! You got that?”

“Yessss!” Eddie hopped and punched the air making his wallet chain jangle. With a wild look in his eyes he grabbed Steve’s arm and yanked him along behind him at top speed.

“Eddie, what the hell, calm down! Where are you dragging me?” Steve complained as they nearly pushed past several families and couples until Eddie came to a sudden halt and Steve crashed into his side.

Eddie, completely unaffected by a half speed Steve crashing into him, points at the enclosure.

“This is the one, babe,” Eddie’s smile was huge as he rocked on his heels.

Steve sighed and wondered what kind of hell beast Eddie had picked out. He took the plunge and stepped forward to look at the dog.

Steve looked at the creature behind the cage door.

This wasn’t a dog. This was some kind of gremlin muppet from outer space.

Its ears stuck out like the little green funny guy from Star Wars. Its dark fur was patchy in places but generally short and wiry apart from on top of its head where it had an accidental mohawk. Its lower jaw jutted to the side giving it half an underbite and it was about the size of a Beagle. It had an eyepatch over one eye, a missing leg and a tail with an almost right angled kink in it.

“See, Daddy follows all your rules, aaaand,” Eddie pouted his lips and clasped his hands together, “He weally weally needs a home,” he said, with his own biggest puppy dog eyes.

Steve put up a finger, “What did you just call him?”

“Daddy,” Eddie repeated and the creature from the depths of hell replied with a yip. Eddie crouched down to the door at the response, “Who’s a good boy? It’s Daddy isn’t it? Daddy’s a good boy!”

Steve didn’t particularly want this walking nightmare fuel in his home, or to shout Daddy at something in the park, but when Eddie looked up at him with such joy, he rolled his eyes and sighed, and went to look at the information sheet.

Steve realised the huge mistake he’d made by reading this. This dog was a hero, a loyal pet, and was only in here because his owner passed away and no one would take him in. Not only that, but he was an old dog. He knew right then he couldn’t leave him here. He was coming home with them

Steve felt a hand on his shoulder, he turned to meet Eddie’s compassionate expression, “So is he gonna be a Munson or a Harrington?”

[aealzx]

Striding forward a few steps, Raphael wasn’t bothered at all when Leon scrambled to detach Lil Mikey from himself and herd him near Donnie so he could turn to face Raphael with his hands held in a defensive barrier between his brothers and Raphael. Crouching before the three, Raphael raised a hand in offer, noting Loen eyeing it, then him, warily.

“Hey. Sorry for scaring you. I don’t want to fight anymore, okay?” Raphael apologized simply, keeping his hand out for a handshake. Leon could only look at him suspiciously, blinking at the offered hand, and then squinting suspiciously at Raphael. Was he trying to trick him somehow? When was the last time someone other than his family had apologized to him for scaring him?

While Leon was considering his options, and Raphael’s motivations, Raphael decided to change tactics, carefully raising his hand towards Leon. The kid’s eyes widened for a moment, and he looked about ready to dart. But thankfully he stayed relatively in place. It could have been because Lil Mkey had whispered to him that it was okay, but Raphael liked to think that Leon was taking a leap of faith that Raphael didn’t mean any harm. None of them had meant him harm in the first place, it was just a habit for them to be ready to fight when there was an intruder. But after realizing they were probably dealing with another cross dimension sibling they’d just wanted to get him to sit in one place long enough to talk, while not getting hurt themselves.

As Raphael’s hand got close to him Leon’s eyes snapped shut and he turned his head away with a soft hiss, as though he expected to get smacked. Raphael couldn’t blame him for reacting that way, and instead just motivated to be even more careful than he had already planned. There was a bandage on Leon’s head that hadn’t gone unnoticed, and Raphael was careful to avoid it as he tenderly rested his hand on the kid’s crown, gently rubbing back and forth. “It’s okay kid. I’m not mad,” Raphael assured, giving a rare, soft smile. “And I’m not going to hurt you, or any of your brothers. Okay? You’re safe here. We just want to help.”

He wasn’t sure how many more times they’d have to repeat it before Leon started to believe them, but he just kept gently petting the kid’s head. And when Leon opened his eyes again to peek at him, Raphael just smiled a bit bigger. “There you are. See? All good.”

The comment barely calmed Leon’s nerves, having fully expected to get scolded in some manner. But his shoulders did droop somewhat, and he finally turned more towards Lil Mikey to nuzzle his nose against Lil Mikey’s head in silent comfort. “...What happened? Why are you hurt?” Leon asked quietly, wrapping one arm around Lil Mikey to hold him close once more while the other arm did his best to do the same with Donnie.

“A nasty witch kidnapped you guys from another dimension,” Mikey chimed in, bouncing behind Raphael and causing Leon to flinch. “We went in to rescue them, but they ended up getting hurt while we were there. Don’t worry though. My awesome brother and best friend are patching them up just fine.” Don had to give a mildly embarrassed snicker at the compliment, and Leatherhead could only give Mikey a small smile.

Leon’s expression scrunched in a grimace of confusion and borderline offense at that response. Did Mikey think he was four? “Hurt how? What did you do to take care of it?” Leon persisted, brow furrowing in frustration. What kind of report was that? He didn’t even mention what injuries they had at all. He wasn’t a child that needed everything glossed over in such a vague manner.

“Uhhhhh….,” Mikey faltered, having not expected Leon to ask for details. He wasn’t even sure what all of the details were. 

Luckily Don took that as his queue to step forward and kneel next to Raphael, concern saturating his form but his hands decidedly held back in his lap. “A government agent that we’ve been monitoring to keep her from achieving inter dimensional travel accidentally triggered a reaction that brought you and your family here from your dimension. It also grabbed our Leo, and they sent Raph a message to try and get him to return what we’ve stolen. We broke into her base since there was no way we were going to let her keep any of us, our brother or yours. But your Mikey got caught in the crossfire, and ended up getting shot in the back of his arm,” he explained quickly, partially to be open with their guest but also to see if his inference about Leon was correct.

With the sucked in hiss, and quick, analytical, and repeated visual examination of Lil Mikey’s bandages that Leon did, Don had his answer and gained a small smile. Leon was gathering medical data for his own mental documentation, and Don was happy to provide. “I had Leatherhead surgically remove the bullet, clean the wound, and stitch him back up. Both Leatherhead and I have done the procedure many times before. Right now he’s probably still numb from local anesthesia, but we’ll be sure to get him on painkillers once that starts to wear off. He and Lil Donnie were also both also exposed to an airborne toxin that breaks down cells when inhaled. We’ve dealt with it personally many times before, so we had an antidote ready that we’ve already given them. It’ll just take some time to heal what was already damaged, but there should be no further degradation.”

Leon was mostly quiet as Don, and sometimes Leatherhead, continued to give a detailed explanation that had Raphael raising a brow at him. It was more of an explanation than Raphael was used to getting, other than when Don was rambling in a distracted daze, and he briefly wondered if it was pointless or not. But when he looked at Leon he had to marvel at how the kid seemed to be understanding everything. The kid was even asking questions like what the toxin was, and what antidote was used and how it was given, what antiseptics were being used and if they used any antibiotic salve on Donnie. The responses Don gave earned satisfied nodding for the most part, and Raphael could only grin in amusement as he shifted his weight back to somewhat pull out of the conversation, the others settling around Master Splinter behind him. Looked like Leon was the medic of the other group. It was an interesting difference, and Raphael was wondering what had caused it. But the conversation was way over Raphael’s head, so he ended up tuning them out for a moment. It wasn’t until Raphael heard Don’s words fill with reluctance to be voiced that Raphael started paying attention again.

“...He hasn’t woken up since we left the base. I’m not sure if that’s normal for him, so it has me concerned…” Don was apparently talking about Donnie, who was still unresponsive to external stimuli. Raphael and the others had to agree with the voiced concern since Lil Mikey had been quick to wake up again once they’d landed, but it almost seemed like Donnie was sedated.

“It’s okay. He does that sometimes.” Leon responded easily. “We started calling them reboot naps.”

“...Reboot naps?” Raphael repeated, raising a brow. Why did that sound like something that would be done with a computer and not a person.

“Yeah. You know how sometimes a computer gets overloaded and starts to overheat and stop functioning properly? And the best thing to do is just turn it off so it can stop running programs and cool down?” Leon explained, sounding like it was one that had been used at least once before. After the others gave somewhat confused nods that they understood so far Leon continued. “That’s kind of what it’s like, I guess. His big brain just works overtime all the time and sometimes everything becomes too much, so he takes a huge nap to recover. He’ll wake up eventually.”

“...Hm… I guess that makes sense,” Don responded, voicing the thought all of them had. The analogy made sense, they just hadn’t dealt with anyone that did this before. Not without serious physical injury to go with it. “How long does he usually sleep for?”

“I dunno. Depends on how stressed out he got before. This time will probably be a longer one though,” Leon responded, shrugging.

Raphael had to furrow his brow in confusion at that combination of comments. He knew Donnie had probably been incredibly stressed out from everything, but none of them had mentioned anything to Leon about what had happened other than the injuries. “How do you know that?” Raphael asked, not able to keep his voice from being incredulous.

“I just do,” Leon huffed, shrinking back slightly in a physical show of avoidance. He was quick to change the subject as well, so Raphael knew his reason was something he didn’t want them to know. “Anyway, where’s his battle shell? I’m surprised he’s not wearing it.”

“Uhhh…” Don faltered, glancing at his brothers. He didn’t remember then having a truck with them. So that probably wasn’t what Leon meant. ”...Battle shell?” Don repeated in question. Luckily Little Mikey spoke up for them from where he was sagging into Leon’s lap, mumbling slightly in his increasing sleepiness. “It’s in the other room. Where we were before,” he explained, forcing back a yawn while trying to not completely fall over. “Told them not to take it off. But he insisted he shouldn’t wear it while sleeping. And needed to check his back.”

That was enough to que Don in on what they were talking about, giving a small gasp and dropping a fist lightly into an open palm. “Oh! The device he was wearing on his back. Yes, it’s back in the infirmary. I haven’t done anything with it other than take it off. Augustine’s employees took samples from Donnie’s back too, so I had to make sure those were clean as-”

“They did what?” Leon suddenly hissed, gaze becoming borderline furious as he latched onto only one thing Don said. “Where is it? Where is that base?” he demanded, moving to get to his feet. Don had only mentioned that Donnie had been cut before, not that he’d been some science lab pet.

“Woah, hey, relax kid. There’s nothing left of the base, your brother made sure of it. He set off the self-destruct as we were leaving,” Raphael spoke quickly, raising his hands to halt Leon’s movement without actually grabbing him. “We’re going to make double sure of course, but I wouldn’t be surprised if Augustine herself ended up with brain damage after how hard fearless over there kicked her in the head,” he added, jerking a thumb over at Leo, whose eyes widened slightly in surprise at being called out so suddenly.

“It wasn’t THAT h-... Okay maybe it was- She had a gun pointed at Donnie. What was I supposed to do?” Leo sputtered, gesturing awkwardly.

Don winced at the mention of the gun, and quickly looked over to Leon to see his reaction while Mikey hissed and clamped his hands over Leo’s mouth. He wasn’t surprised to see the lad shift protectively towards Donnie again, a glower shadowing his gaze. “....Show me what happened…” Leon demanded, his tone not leaving any room for debate. “All of it.”

“Show you?” Leatherhead prompted for further clarification. Did Leon really want to see everything that had happened?

“Are you saying you don’t have a database of every video feed from the government agent you’ve been monitoring?” Leon shot back, missing the real reason Leatherhead was questioning him and thinking they were trying to avoid showing it to them.

Don was stunned into silence for a stretch, surprised Leon had made that connection. While they had only found Augustine’s main base recently, downloading all of her data was one of the first things he and Mom April had done. “Huh…” Don voiced, the only hint to his pleasant surprise. Then again, this was just an alternate dimension version of all of them. Donnie probably had similar habits. “Let me get a tablet,” he requested, getting to his feet to hurry to the main computer. “Also Mikey don’t forget you’re cooking,” he reminded on his way passed.

“My stew!” Mikey squawked, jumping to his feet and leaping over the edge of the upper level to run back to the kitchen.

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I rewrote this part so many times, and fussed with the image so much/was so slow on it and it still doesn't feel right. But I'm to the point I don't hate it so it's good enough and I'm gonna throw it out here. =v=;;

[dranathedragon]

I’m a D&D nerd, who is currently obsessed with Dead Boy Detectives, so of course the “What class would everyone be?” thought has been tickling me. I’ve seen a few other people post their thoughts on it, and I’ve been reading the amazing “Messrs Payne and Rowland’s Adventuring Agency” by @terresdebrume whenever it updates. Seriously, it’s really good, highly recommend. So I figured I’d throw my hat in the ring and see what anyone else’s thoughts are while I’m at it. Just doing the core four in this post.

So let’s get the easy one out of the way first, Crystal. She’s 100% a sorcerer, her power comes from her bloodline, she was born with it. Because she’s psychic based I’d say she’s specifically an Aberrant Mind sorcerer, without all the deep space tentacle monster baggage. Though she does have disembodied floating eyeballs in her psyche so MAYBE!

Next up is the second easiest, Edwin. He’s a wizard, everyone knows he’s a wizard. What KIND of wizard though? I’m going with Order of Scribes. He loves that little notebook so much, it gained sentience. How awesome would it be, if in this D&D version of the show, Edwin’s notebook didn’t follow him to hell because it was his sentient spell book, and it stayed behind with a purpose? It stayed behind because it KNEW Charles would never leave Edwin there and he would attempt a rescue. It KNEW Charles would go, and it KNEW it had to stay behind to help him. It showed him the things he needed to see, the information and maps that would reunite him with their wizard. I just love that.

Next up is Charles. He was a little tougher. I’ve seen quite a few posts saying that he’s a barbarian, and at this, I must object. At least with the criteria I’m using I suppose. Charles’ power doesn’t come from his rage. The one time we see him using his rage to fight, Edwin’s horrified and worried reaction pretty much confirms this was wildly out of character for him.

Just as an aside, I’m a firm believer of when Edwin said, “That was extreme”, he wasn’t talking about knocking the night nurse off the cliff. He was talking about Charles’ reaction in general, it was an extreme REACTION. He’d never seen Charles act with that much anger, hate, and violence before. He’s not an attacker, he’s a defender. It scared him, but he was scared FOR Charles, not OF him. Our wizard just isn’t great at people’ing. That’s a discussion for a different post though! Back to the topic at hand!

So, if I don’t think he’s a barb, what is he? Well, I’ve got two possible options. One thing that’s said quite a bit in the show, is how charismatic Charles is. And let’s face it, he is. So, using that logic, I’d say he could possibly be a Paladin. Specifically, an Oath of Devotion Paladin. I mean, come on, his power would so come from his extreme devotion to his favorite wizard. That would be a fun one, but there’s my second option which I find slightly more plausible.

It’s shown multiple times in the show, that while Charles claims to be just the brawn, he’s actually very clever and capable of thinking outside the box. Not to mention, he’s all about magic items. Bag of holding, enchanted cricket bat, enchanted jar/paper weight, enchanted lullaby ball, the disguises, the list goes on. So he’s smart and specializes in magic items, that screams Artificer. I’d say he’s a Battle Smith Artificer, some of their specialty spells are based around defending/supporting their allies, and you can’t tell me he wouldn’t find having a little robot pet, sorry STEEL DEFENDER, completely aces. He’d also name it like “Steve” or something and treat it like it was his and Edwin’s child, fight me on that lol. (Jk, don’t fight me I don’t like conflict!) Update: Charles’ lock picking has been mentioned and it just added to this for me as Artificers get expertise in thieves’ tools. How did I forget this?!

So that leaves Niko, who is kind of the wild card. I saw at least one post saying she’d be a bard, but I don’t think that’s accurate. Bards are all about attention (well mostly, I guess whispers would be an exception but she wouldn’t be a whispers anyway) and the whole sprite possession thing seemed to kinda make her uncomfortable with it. Idk, it just doesn’t really fit right to me. On the same thread though, so far in the show, Niko’s only real power is to see the dead. That might be expanded if we get a second season (🤞🏻), but for right now, that’s all she’s got other than being a good friend and excellent reading comprehension skills (which I might revisit this using that last one later). That said, since she got that ability (technically) because of the sprites (more because they almost killed her, but also they’re with her in the igloo so this still might work!) I’d say Niko is a Warlock. Just by the by, I hate that the class is called “Warlock”. That’s a word that came from an old English word meaning “oath breaker or he who breaks their oath”. Warlocks are all about MAKING not BREAKING pacts. Just a weird choice but MOVING ON! Since the sprites seem kind of Fey, I’d say she’d be a Pact of the Archfey. Nothing to do with the pact’s skill set, since we’d have nothing to compare it to, just because they seem fey to me.

So that’s what I’ve got so far. I might think of other characters’ later, like what would Jenny be etc. What do you guys think? I like to hear other people’s opinions on this! It’s fun to bat around!

[happyocelot]

Things Inuyasha definitely does when he's in the modern era:

Rescues stray cats from trees.

Stops on the streets to pet people's cats.

Goes into the pet aisle of supermarkets and ogles the items.

He tries out dog biscuits and is mortified when Kagome tells him what they are. She never lets him live it down.

Gives old ladies piggyback rides across crowded intersections. Kagome compliments him on his kindness and he scoffs and insists he just doesn't want them to get into car accidents (he finds cars awesome and terrifying all at once).

Loves trains and chases after them. Kagome thinks it's cute.

He yanks on electrical street cables once out of curiosity. It ends horribly and he has nightmares about Kagome's wrath.

Puts metal objects in the microwave and almost sets Kagome's house on fire. Has nightmares about that too.

He keeps calling Tokyo Edo out of habit and everyone thinks he's being quaint and silly.

People ask him if he dyed his hair white to look cool. He doesn't know what they're talking about.

He loves Hello Kitty. He takes Hello Kitty merchandise back to his own era and gets teased mercilessly by Shippo. Sango and Miroku, on the other hand, think it's a special modern talisman. Kagome breaks the news to them one day and they too mercilessly tease him.

Secretly they all want to go to the modern era too. They're happy for Inuyasha whenever he goes there because he seems so innocent and joyful.

[frozenjokes]

Can I adopt the adorable cat(s)? (Cubfan,and his boyfriends) I want to feed them treats and give them good head scratches. It's fine if he hates me but I will always love me cat

the kitty cats of which you are referring to are actually all part of the world’s worst warrior cats clan consisting of a concerning number Not Cats so unless you want this breaking into your home on an otherwise normal Sunday night

I would advise against it. getting shaken around by a wolf sized beast is far from the worst thing that would happen to you btw. hawkstrike (scar) needs someone to make sure his cat rollercoasters are safe (they are not safe).

Though before rescue, in this hypothetical scar would cub would not mind your temporary kidnapping. Scar is very comfortable with humans, as Jellie visits frequently and makes him funny little outfits. Cub would be wary of you, but he would be happy to ransack your home! You would not see Grian. He has found a way to hide in the fabric at the bottom of your couch and his ass is not leaving. Including Mumbo because he’s just a part time forest cat (lives the nights with his housefolk) so he’d probably be meowing to be freed but overall friendly. You just kidnapped someone else’s cat though. Unless he’s your cat. If that’s the case, Grian would hate you less but there’s no way you would be able to touch him. Mumbo wants you to touch him really bad. He wants Grian to see humans are cool and being pet is awesome. You will see them wrestling about it.

[illmoraineakoi]

An Incomplete List of All of the AvA/AvM AU Ideas I've Had That May or May Not Ever End Up Being Written

[Links are to posts I've made about these concepts before. Most of these don’t have titles yet. Some are so long because I was partially developing the idea as I was trying to write a synopsis.]

AvA4 AU V1 – After Alan deletes the Fighting Stick Figures, Orange accidentally discovers a strange sensation coming from an icon, and upon breaking it, escapes into the Outernet. There, he’s found by Chosen and Dark, who take him under their wings. Meanwhile, the FSF venture out from their webpage all on their own to search for their new lost friend.

AvA4 AU V2 [Manipulated by Victim] – After Alan deletes the Fighting Stick Figures, Orange accidentally discovers a strange sensation coming from an icon, and upon breaking it, escapes into the Outernet. There, he’s found by Victim, who is intrigued by his existence and offers him sanctuary within his organization. Meanwhile, the FSF venture out from their webpage all on their own to search for their new lost friend.

AVA4 AU V3 [Villain Orange] – During the chase, Alan decides to use Avast to try to stop the rampaging stick figure wreaking havoc on his computer. Orange is captured, but Alan still cannot delete him. At a loss, Alan decides to use the stick figure as an adblocker like had had once before. With no way to escape, Orange is stuck in enslavement until The Chosen One arrives to destroy the ViraBot. The Chosen One rescues Orange, destroying Alan’s computer once more, and while he attempts to care for and help Orange move on from what their creator did to him, Orange can’t let go of his hatred and bitter anger. After a disagreement, Orange leaves, and stumbles across Victim, who is much more understanding of Orange’s desires for revenge.

AvA2 AU [Freedom] – The Chosen One, desperate to escape his enslavement, cuts off his own leg to try to escape. His plans are foiled, however, when his powers don’t return and he discovers that the computer is disconnected from the internet. He’s discovered by the Animator, who realizes that he is alive. The two struggle to come to terms with what has happened between them and to continue living with each other.

GreenScreen Fic [Awesome Trick Shot (Failed)] – Green misses when he tried to dunk the video file into the recycling bin. Realizing that they were attempting to delete it, and video is overcome with terror. Green, and the others, come to some startling and uncomfortable realizations.

Chaos With Cursors – After Season 3 of AvM, Purple tries to spend more time and deepen his friendship with the gang. While out in the city, strange advertisements for cursor-related things in a pet store’s window catches Orange’s attention. All hell breaks loose when Purple explains that some sticks keep cursors as pets.

Victim On The Desktop AU – An attempt to bring his Creator to his facility backfires, and accidentally sends Victim careening through the digital space. He’s spat out onto a desktop, where five other stick figures live, along with an Animator. Convinced that he’s ended up on the wrong computer, and that the human beyond the screen is not his own Creator, Victim slowly grows attached to them all during his attempts to find a way to return to the Outernet. Until one day he discovers that Alan IS his Creator.

StickAlan PostShowdown AU V1 – Orange accidentally turns Alan into a stick figure with his powers when attempting to bring him back before he passes out during Showdown. Everyone is confused about this. Chosen is not happy. When Chosen discovers that Dark is still, miraculously, alive, he asks Alan to end him. Alan refuses, and refuses to let Chosen do so either. Not knowing what else to do, Chosen begrudgingly opens his home to Alan and the CG, where they all have to learn how to live together. Quite a few things are revealed to Alan about the Color Gang and stick figures in general.

StickAlan PostShowdown AU V2 – Orange accidentally turns Alan into a stick figure with his powers when attempting to bring him back before he passes out during Showdown. Everyone is confused about this. Chosen is not happy. Alan accidentally causes an argument with Chosen, resulting in Chosen flying away. Believing that Chosen has left for good, and that he’s on his own, Alan heads into the City, where he tries to figure out how to live as a stick figure and care for the CG at the same time. It’s not easy, and he’s forced to make some difficult choices and sacrifices. Meanwhile, Chosen returns, having failed to find Dark’s body, and discovers that Alan is gone. Fearful of having such a dangerous Creator loose within the Outernet, he starts searching for Alan, to no avail. Over the years, Alan finds Dark alive and in need of his help, he’s hired by the prestigious tech company Rocket Corp, where the CEO takes a particular interest in his experience and knowledge of animation programs, to the point where Alan becomes the lead developer of a highly valuable confidential project, and he successfully builds a comfortable life for the CG. Everything is nice...until things start toppling down, one by one, the consequences of his past actions once more coming back to bite him in the ass.

^ [Potential Part 2 – Alan’s existence is discovered by the government, who take interest in his ability to create powerful stick figures. Seeking to use this ability to their benefit, Alan, and everyone else, are captured, contained, and subject to experimentation. Alan himself is forced to create new stick figures, Much to his self-hatred and guilt. When Someone[Character TBD] launches an escape to break everyone out, the foundation is not happy to have lost such valuable assets, and not willing to let them go so easily.]

Sticks IRL V1 – [Inspired by Haisaree's AU] An electrical wiring defect causes a fire in Alan’s office room, endangering the PC. The sticks, seeing the danger, sound the alarm, but Alan cannot get through the fire to the computer. By the time he gets the fire extinguisher and puts the fire out, it’s too late; the computer is destroyed. He thinks that his sticks have been killed, overcome with grief. But Yellow’s quick thinking, paired with a sudden activation of Orange’s powers, gave them an opportunity to escape, just not in the way they anticipated. They crawl their way out of the fire repressive foam, shocking Alan that they were there, they were alive. He finds them all, and cleans them up, hugging them close to his chest afterwards. He doesn’t dwell on what hell do next, he’s just thankful that they’re alright. [Idea Unfinished]

Sticks IRL V2 – The Color Gang and Dark rescue Orange and Chosen from Victim’s facility, and then try to interrupt Victim’s plan for revenge against his Creator. The attempt backfires, however, and Victim sends himself to Alan’s world. Orange and the CG throw themselves in after him without hesitation, determined to stop him. Chosen, feeling guilty for involving Orange into this mess, follows, to try to keep him safe. Dark, incensed and irritated at Chosen so blatantly throwing himself into a glowing portal for, in his opinion, a stupid reason, begrudgingly follows to save his ass again. All of them are spat out into the real world, in Alan’s office, where a scuffle ensues with Victim. Their manifestation had been loud, almost like an explosion, drawing Alan’s attention. When he enters, and sees them all, he stares, dumbfounded. Chaos ensues. [Idea Unfinished]

Sticks IRL V3 [Kaori Version] – During an escape attempt from Rocket Corp, something goes wrong, and causes the sticks to be spat out into the real world, in Alan’s home. Victim, spying his opportunity, immediately lunges at Alan, trying to hurt him. Startled and confused, Alan grabs him, restraining him away from his face as Victim flails, trying to free himself. It’s amidst this chaos that Alan’s wife walks into the room, drawn by the commotion, becoming very confused by what she finds. Alan is then forced to explain/confess a lot of things that he’s been keeping secret from her. Both of their lives become a lot more hectic trying to juggle seven stick figures, two of which seem hell-bent on beating each other to a pulp, and one of which vehemently wants to rip Alan apart.

Humanized Sticks – A malfunction with a Rocket Corp machine combined with an outburst of Orange’s powers during an escape attempt has major unforeseen consequences. The sticks wake up in an unfamiliar place, with unfamiliar bodies. They’ve somehow been turned human. They were in the human world. Far away from Alan, and with no idea how to contact him. They struggle to survive for a few days, trying to learn how to live. Eventually, they manage to get in contact with Alan, pleading for him to come get them. Once back to his home, Alan cleans them up properly, and tries to figure out what happened. They don’t remember much, and he doesn’t have much hope of trying to reverse it, to send them back to their world. They might be stuck like this, permanently...and he doesn’t know what he’s going to do about that.

Reincarnation AU V1 – When Alan ends Victim's animation file, all of the clone iterations of Victim survive. They're scattered across the Outernet, each believing that the others had perished. They all create new lives for themselves, becoming vastly different individuals.

Reincarnation AU V2 – When Alan end's Victim's animation file, all of the clone iterations are cast adrift within the digital hyperspace. The clones, grouped together, eventually find themselves cast into new bodies, bringing to life stick figures on a niche little website. They don't remember much of their origin, but they don't mind. They spend their time living together, fighting each other for fun, until one day, a strange new stick breaks into their home, and opens up their entire world. This strange new stick feels familiar to them, like they do to each other, and the five quickly for a tight emotional bond. Years later, when Orange passes an older hollow-head in the halls of a scary facility, he is confused about why he feels the bond reaching out towards him, too...why he felt familiar...

Chosen on the Desktop Wanted AU – When Chosen returns to Alan's computer to get Orange's help, Alan becomes alarmed with how he was glitching. He's concerned. But then Chosen grabs Orange before Alan could even try to interact with him, and Alan does the only thing he can think of to prevent Chosen from leaving: he unplugs his Ethernet cable. This turns out to be a mistake, because Chosen clearly interprets it as an attack, and begins wreaking destruction upon the computer. Alan's attempts to communicate to him, to calm him, fail. Only Orange is able to stop him, but he flees into the depths of the system files. Alan is eventually able to talk with him, to pacify him, and have a conversation with him, during which Alan learns of Chosen being hunted. Alan suggests Chosen stay ont he desktop for a few days, to give him to chance to loose his pursuers. Chosen reluctantly agrees. The CG waste no time in roping him into their games and adventures, treating him like he was a member of their little group. A few days turns into a week, which drags into a few weeks. Slowly, the desktop stops feeling like a place of danger, and starts to feel like a home.

Chosen Discovers Orange and the CG Early AU – While fleeing from some pursuers after destroying a web page, Chosen inadvertently ends up on a computer desktop, where he's found and his injuries treated by a group of young sticks. He's then introduced to a young orange hollow-head, so very similar to himself. And then they introduce him to the owner of the computer, and he comes face to face with his own Creator once again. This reunion does not go well, as Chosen interprets Alan opening the task Manager as an attempt to kill him, and he fights back. He's captured, and Orange comes to his defense, yelling at the Creator beyond the screen. Chosen, terrified of the repercussions of this disobedience, grabs Orange and flees with him, taking him back to the Outernet to his and Dark's house where he'd be safe. Orange, however, is very confused on why Chosen seems to think that he's in danger from Alan...[Unfinished Idea]

StickAlan Victim’s Vengeance AU – Victim uses Yellow’s programming and Orange’s powers to summon Alan to him as a stick figure, where he proceeds to start to torturing him like Alan once tormented him. Yellow, desperate to stop this and help Alan, escapes, using the Dark Lord’s console to hack into Rocket Corps systems, and into the Box. There, he modifies Alan’s code with a custom script, granting him powers and abilities to fight back with. Yellow is discovered by Dark, who is initially angry at him, until he sees Chosen tied up and caged in the console window. Dark demands to know what is going on, and then leaves to go rescue Chosen. [Idea Unfinished]

King Orange Post-Concert – King is not happy with the Color Gang’s blatant misuse of the staff, and takes it back. In the process, he learns some uncomfortable things about them and their home life. Namely, that they didn’t have any parent or guardian whatsoever, and were completely isolated from stick figure society. He finds himself disapproving of the fact that they live on a computer, and sets out to try to convince them to leave, to try to give them a more appropriate home. When he learns of what this particular Creator has done in the past, to it’s own creations, King flies into a rage, determined to protect these strange, if sometimes insufferable, kids he’s inadvertently found himself becoming attached to.

ChoDark Orange Maroon AU – Chosen and Dark are free to do whatever they want together in the Outernet, and this freedom, combined with an obliviousness to stick figure biology, inevitably results in some unexpected consequences. Chosen becomes pregnant with a stickling he does not want. The very idea of birthing a child is repulsive to him. He tries, numerous times, to terminate the child's process, but it never works; the child is resistant to being deleted. Forced to birth it, Chosen contemplates how else to get rid of it, and the memories of the Animator come to him unbidden. The Animator would be able to get rid of it. So Chosen returns, dumping the child onto the taskbar and then fleeing back into the internet tunnel before it had even opened it's eyes. He moves on with his life, returning home to Dark and resuming their relationship, albeit much more carefully to prevent it from happening again. He thinks nothing of it. Almost forgets about it. Until the day of the Showdown, where he watches in horror as an impossibly powerful stick kills Dark. A stick who could only be so powerful if it had a combination of his and Dark's powers, their code. The child was alive, painted a different color, and completely oblivious to it's true origins.

ChoDark Dark Survives AU - Dark miraculously survives Orange's laser, though he's severely, grievously, injured. He's also pregnant with his and Chosen's child, which he can feel is also injured, it's code within him weak and fluctuating. The idea of loosing it is terrifying to him, nearly unbearable. It's the last connection he has to Chosen, the only proof of their love for one another that remained. He hadn’t gotten a chance to tell him yet, had panned on doing so after he’d revealed his virus creation. But Chosen had made his opinions very clear, and the bridge between them had been thoroughly burned both ways. No matter. Dark is determined to ensure the child survives, willing to do anything to keep it alive, even at great cost to himself. And it works, he succeeds, eventually birthing a small, frail little stickling a deep ruby red color. But the endeavor has taken it's toll on him, he's had to sacrifice bits of his own code, his own lifesource, to sustain it, and he's left weak and unstable. He's unable to recover, and knowing that he will eventually die anyway, decides to continue transferring his code to better stabilize his child, sacrificing himself yet again. After only a few years, he passes, leaving the child in the care of a kindly stick who had been helping to care for them for years. The child, 'Maroon' as they take to calling themselves, grows up with a bitter hatred for their father, blaming him for hurting their mother, for abandoning them. Until one day, the two are confronted with one another, and Chosen is in for some horrible realizations.

ChoDark Dark Survives AU V2 - Dark miraculously survives Orange's laser, though he's severely, grievously, injured. He's also pregnant with his and Chosen's child, which he can feel is also injured, it's code within him weak and fluctuating. The idea of loosing it is terrifying to him, nearly unbearable. It's the last connection he has to Chosen, the only proof of their love for one another that remained. He hadn’t gotten a chance to tell him yet, had panned on doing so after he’d revealed his virus creation. But Chosen had made his opinions very clear, and the bridge between them had been thoroughly burned both ways. No matter. Dark is determined to ensure the child survives, willing to do anything to keep it alive, even at great cost to himself. And it works, he succeeds, eventually birthing a small, frail little stickling a deep ruby red color. He recovers, slowly, and builds a new life for himself, just the two of them. Things are calm and peaceful, almost homely, for a few years. Until Chosen crash lands near the house, and where he’s found by Maroon. Maroon begs Dark to help him, oblivious to who Chosen really is. Dark begrudgingly patches Chosen up, intent on kicking him out when he wakes. However, Maroon sneaks out of his room against Dark’s orders, greeting Chosen when he wakes up. Chosen is shocked to see another hollow-head, confused at where he is. Dark hears the conversation, and comes back, finding Maroon interacting with Chosen. He sends Maroon to his room, ignoring how Maroon pouts about it. Chosen is stunned to see that Dark is alive, and then he realizes who Maroon must be: their child. His child. An argument commences, Dark demanding that Chosen leave and never return. But Maroon has once again disobeyed, and overheard that Chosen was his father, and becomes very upset at the idea of Chosen leaving forever. He clings to Chosen, begging Dark to let him stay. Dark vehemently refuses, and Chosen tries to gently coax the child into letting him go. Maroon only cries harder, begging him not to go. Dark begrudgingly gives in, allowing Chosen to stay for three days. Maroon wastes no time in roping Chosen into spending time with him, Chosen awkwardly fumbling his way through being a parent. Over the next few days, in between playing with and caring for Maroon, Chosen and Dark have some conversations, slowly smoothing out the mess between them. When the fourth day comes, and Maroon once against pleads for Chosen to stay, Dark just sighs and tells Chosen to get to work doing the laundry if he was staying. Things go well, until Chosen is located by the Mercenaries once again, bringing the house under attack. Chosen tries to lead them again, using himself as bait, but they become equally interested in Dark and Maroon.

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HAII!! I’m back again ۹(˒௰˓)۶ I was wondering if you can do some Cg Ranpo with a little that’s anxious about their regression but super duper clingy when they’re small? No rush!! I saw you posted quite a bit today so remember to take some breaks and stuff <33 -⭐️

Happy to hear from you as always ⭐️! Thank you so much! You’re so considerate (╥ ω ╥) For me though writing this stuff is like a break! It’s incredibly relaxing and soothing for me. And so much fun! So don’t you worry. I can absolutely do that! I love caregiver Ranpo hehe

Caregiver Ranpo + Anxious Clingy Little

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✦ Ranpo knows everything. His little one shouldn’t even bother trying to hide anything. He is the world’s greatest detective after all! He’ll recognize that they’re starting to slip before they even notice! He’s super good at avoiding tantrums thanks to that. Before the baby can even process they’re upset, he’s already taking care of the issue!

✦ Ranpo is also amazing with a non-verbal little! He doesn’t need to hear anything to know what they want! He can just tell. Some caregivers might struggle between differentiating different whines. Hungry or uncomfortable? But Ranpo knows! He’ll take note of tummy grumbles, shifting in clothes, drooping of eyes, everything! Plus he thinks all the little whines and babbles sound a little bit different!

✦ His little one gets so many sweets! He’ll be careful they don’t have to much of course. Tummy aches are super yucky (,,>﹏<,,) But as long as they’re not making themselves sick he’ll let them have as much as they want! Taking from his own stash of course. No one else is allowed to touch Ranpo’s stash, but for his baby? Of course! They deserve the best!

✦ Ranpo always encourages games that require thinking! For big kids that can be Rubik’s cubes or puzzles. For a little baby all he asks is that they draw not just color! Gotta keep those creative juices flowing to get super smart like he is!

✦ Anxious little one? Yeah… Not with Ranpo! He wouldn’t even give them a chance to be anxious. The second he notices anything he’s explaining to them how amazing they are! They can just have an off-handed thought bad about themselves, suddenly here comes Ranpo to the rescue! “Y’know you’re awesome right? The cutest baby in the world. Wanna come to my desk for some candy?”

✦ He’s pretty convinced that candy fixes everything, to be fair candy is awesome! Crying baby? Sounds like they need a lollipop! Fidgeting with their hands and stuff? Have a handful of candy! Candy can fix any problem that might pop up!

✦ Ranpo would love a clingy little though! I don’t think he’d be super strong, but he’s strong enough to pick up his little one! For a short period of time at least. He’ll happily run around with them, off to solve some mysteries with the Ultimate Detective and the Mini Detective! Aka the best duo ever. If anyone doubts that fact he’ll explain why they’re wrong! Accompanied by the helpful babies babbles of course

✦ Pet names with Ranpo are super sweet! (Haha sweet, get it? I’m so funny) There’s some classics “Honey” “Sugar” “Sweet Thing” Ranpo can also have some pet names that would be considered negative? But he says them with love! “My little Dummy” “Dumb dumb” “Tiny brain” The self confidence never wavers! Oh oh I also think he’d say like “You’re so cute I could gobble you right up!” Then do the thing where he pretends to eat his baby Σ(°Δ° ꪱꪱꪱ) It tickles a whole lot!

✦ If for any reason Ranpo has to set his baby down he’ll whine just as much as they do! Even if he’s just setting them down to grab a snack, all the way to the counter then all the way back they’ll be hearing “Ughhhh It’s no fairrrr. I just want to cuddle my little baby! Why are the snacks so far away! It’s very rude. Don’t you think Sugar?” He expects babbles in response! He doesn’t wanna just be talking to himself of course!

✦ He’ll always remind his baby how much he loves them! Always always always! It’s part of his strategy to stop the anxiety before it starts! He says how much he loves them all the time! While they’re playing, watching a show, sitting down to eat. No occasion is to small to remind his baby of his love for them!

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I feel so productive! I’ve posted what, 6 things today? ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ I’m doing so good! I enjoy writing so much! And I’m so proud of the things I write too hehe. Have a wonderful amazing day everyone! Even though I’ve probably said it like 5 times by now- That means have 5 amazing days!

[askgildaseniors]

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