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yandere-fics · 2 days ago
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♡ Jaguar Hybrid Abigail And Her Darling Sister ♡
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Hybrids weren't very nurturing to their young, especially the young that seemed any level of skilled in combat so of course you had not seen your sister since you were very young, Abigail had kicked the asses of every single member of your pack before being sent out in to the wild so she couldn't dream of challenging the pack leader and although it had devastated you since you'd been abnormally attached to her, it was just the way the world worked, beyond that family couldn't stay together forever, both of you would have split up either way to go find mates of your own one day, like you found yourself doing now. You'd come of age so it was your turn to leave, never to return, this would have been sadder if there had been anyone in the pack you truly cared about but your main focus really was just Abigail and with her having been gone for years it had been somewhat easy to leave though you were somewhat frightened. You weren't the most jaguar like in your pack, that had once again been Abigail, she was an excellent hunter and moved and killed with such precision, you likely wouldn't last long if you didn't find a mate of your own soon but you really didn't get along with other jaguar hybrids, they were too pushy, when your big sister did it, it was charming but when others did it you just felt unsafe. You didn't have to be outside alone for too long though because the moment you closed your eyes to sleep that night you felt someone settle in besides you, their bulky arms holding you close as you tried not to panic and upset whoever it was.
"Sweetheart, go back to sleep." They grumbled and you sighed a breath of relief as you recognized the voice and smell, your sister was here to protect you, you'd have more time to be careful about who you selected as a mate now since you wouldn't be completely alone and she'd be able to ward off anyone unsuitable. You weren't sure if she had already found her own mate, the thought made you somewhat sad, or how on earth someone like her hadn't found anyone already but that was a concern for the morning so you allowed yourself to drift off to sleep in her arms, unaware of the tongue bath she gave you in your sleep to ward off unwanted suitors.
"Good morning Abby!" You turned around in her arms to poke her face causing her to grumble, her grip tightening. "Come on, we have to get up!"
"Sweetheart, you need rest, this is barely your second day after leaving home." How did she know that? You hadn't left on your birthday like most did, you left a few weeks later, she wouldn't have known unless she'd been in the area when it happened or something but you didn't know why she would just lurk around where your pack lived. Well that really didn't matter, even if she had been lurking, she was kind, you highly doubt she would have done it for weird reasons.
"You should let me help, since you don't have a mate yet to cook for you after you hunt." She let out a grumble when you said that, stretching and finally standing up. You assumed she didn't like being reminded she had no mate. Her muscles had gotten bigger in the years you hadn't seen her, she'd likely be able to take over any pack she chose at this point. Her future mate was very lucky, you'd have to try hard not to be a burden to her while she was likely still trying to find a mate.
"I'll go hunt and you will stay right here in this exact spot. I'll know if you wandered even an inch from our camp." You nodded, trying to set up a better campfire than the makeshift one you set up last night before she sighed and came over to do that for you as well. "You don't need to cook, my precious kitten shouldn't be around dangerous things, just stay still and wait for me." She said something else but you hadn't hear it.
Hunts were long and while you really did want to sit still and wait you couldn't help but feel a bit bored, in the pack you'd play with the younger hybrids and keep them entertained but there was nothing to do in the small area she said you were allowed to roam, until you heard someone talking to you from the bush.
"Heyyy, was that your mattte?" A head peeked out, a naga, you let out a reflexive hiss, you'd been warned before leaving to never ever agree to be one of their mates because they were dangerous and mean. They were mate snatchers and if one happened to take you or your mate you were never likely going to get them back, you never really believed that to be true but you still felt uneasy around the creature.
"N-no, that was my sister, we're traveling together." You backed further into the camp as the person slithered closer before backing up a little at your discomfort.
"Oh goodddd, you aren't mateddd. I wanted to courtttt you but us naga have a rule against taking those with matesss." You'd never heard that, actually what you'd heard had been the exact opposite but maybe your pack had their facts wrong or maybe this one was just different. You couldn't help but feel swayed at their words. "Don'ttt you wanttt to come with meee? I'll be nicceeee to youuuu."
You nodded your head, slowly following them out of the encampment before you heard a roar and Abigail was there in seconds, ripping the creatures head off, the trance you were under breaking.
"Damnit, if I had known a naga was trying to move in here I wouldn't have left you alone. Damn mate stealers. Are you alright sweetheart?" You nodded timidly, trying not to look at the creature. You had thought it would be nice to travel with Abigail for awhile but you didn't want her to have to worry about you on top of whatever mate she found. This only cemented in your head you needed to go find your own mate soon.
"Abby? Maybe I should leave." You heard a loud growl, she pulled you into her arms tightly, her teeth sinking into your neck in a second.
"Sweetheart, I'm not letting you leave. Get that into your head right now." The mark was already healing like nothing ever happened. Honestly you weren't entirely sure what had happened but you think she just marked you as her mate? That had to be wrong though.
"Did you?-" She cut you off.
"Yes I did mark you as my mate, sweetheart, need more proof you're staying with me?" She took you hand, guiding it to the thin trousers she wore, she was fully erect and when you hand touched it, it pulsed in your hand. Oh. So that was why she hadn't found a mate since you left. Well that was actually perfect, there was no hybrid stronger than your sister anyways.
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my-cat-can-slay-dragons · 4 months ago
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My friends sisters cat has had kittens, so he’s asking me for advice, and his sister is just completely ignoring it. Then when I asked why she wants to keep the kittens if she won’t even look after the cat she already has (who is obviously not spayed, and has been let out immediately after giving birth, and has taken a kitten with her) and he’s acting annoyed that I’ve said she’s not looking after her cats. Which she isn’t. And hasn’t been for the whole time I’ve known him. 🙄
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becgenius · 3 months ago
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bolted - sylus x reader
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three weeks after you had broken up with sylus, you run into each other at a gala. his issue, however, is the fact that you came with a date. 
!! nsfw, smut, fem!reader, exes to lovers, pwp, 18+
!!! not set in l&ds universe, reader not mc, pet names, cursing, might be angsty idk, jealousy, semi-public sex, multiple orgasms, cunnilingus, mirror sex, dirty talk, teasing, hair pulling, creampie, unprotected sex, fluff if u squint really hard, lightly proofread
wc. 2.4k
reblogs appreciated!
nsfw under the cut. minors dni
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For the months you were dating Sylus, every one of your Friday nights had been reserved. Your own weekly ritual of being dressed in matching designer brands and attending various events: corporate galas, charity balls, and black-tie parties, to name a few. 
For the past three weeks, every one of your Friday nights has been spent alone, completely free of plans. 
Three Fridays have passed since you have shown your face at the social gatherings you so frequently attended. Three Fridays have passed since you officially broke up with Sylus. 
Admittedly not your wisest decision. Sylus was a man of endless wealth, influence, and power. Your own status in society is not at all insignificant; but there is a part of you that still feels inferior.
Because you heard the cruel gossip about your relationship behind your back: whispers of she doesn’t belong here and Sylus would be better off with me. Because you felt as though you were holding him back. Because you were scared that he would be the one to leave first. And though you love him, you left because he deserves someone better. 
But for the first time in three Fridays, you finally allow yourself to regret leaving. You allow yourself to miss your comfortable routine: Sylus buying an entirely new outfit for you to wear, sneaking out of parties together long before they were set to conclude, and ending the night on your couch with whichever takeout meal and show fit your mood that night.
The only reason you have the strength to drag yourself out of your weeks-long slump now is because of the invitation you received not long ago from some gentleman in your network, asking you to accompany him to tonight’s event: a fundraising gala at one of the city’s many national museums.
Of course, you have absolutely no interest in entertaining the man who invited you, you only know for certain that you would see Sylus tonight. 
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It doesn’t take long for you to lose your date. As adamant as he was about getting you to go with him, he proved himself to be quite inattentive now that he had gotten your agreement. 
You are by yourself now, in spite of the crowd of event-goers drifting around where you stand in the extravagant ballroom, moving from one conversation to another.
The heels you wear add a few inches to your height. Not enough, however, as you can hardly see over the head of whichever wealthy socialite is in front of you.
You’re embarrassed to acknowledge the growing disappointment brewing in your chest as you fail to spot a familiar head of white hair. 
Never mind the embarrassment of admitting that you are here for Sylus in the first place. You were the one that ended things, after all. What would you even say to him if you do happen to run into one another? Maybe seeing him would be enough. Enough for what? This was a bad idea, you begin to think. 
That is, until you are suddenly very aware of Sylus’ presence. 
It is first the undeniable heat radiating from something, someone, behind you. It’s then the penetrating scent of bourbon and cinnamon invading your senses. Rather, the scent of trouble. 
“Looking for someone, Kitten?” It is finally his rich, husky voice that breaks through the crowd. Your heart skips a beat. 
You don’t give him the satisfaction of turning to face him just yet. “I’m not your kitten.”
“Oh? But you are, don’t forget.” His voice becomes dangerous, and his sly hand sneaks itself around your waist from behind, “Done running away from me yet?” 
Sighing, you turn, simultaneously facing him and shifting just enough to make his hand slip away.
“What do you want, Sylus?”
"You've always given me so much attitude.." He ignores your question. If he notices the desperation in your tone, he doesn’t show it. “Are you having fun going about your night with your arm around that moron?”
“He’s not a moron. And yes, I’m having plenty of fun, not that it’s of your concern.” You don’t know why you feel the need to defend your date or why you feel the need to lie to Sylus. After all, you weren’t having fun. 
“Lies,” he immediately accuses. “Do not think that I have forgotten what you look like when you are being dishonest with me. Especially when you are doing so in an outfit that I bought you myself.”
The low purr of his voice easily sends shivers down your spine. He had gotten nearer as he spoke, his face now mere inches from your own, his eyes bearing into yours. 
“Everything you do concerns me.” He comes impossibly closer, speaking directly into your ear now. “Besides, anybody here can tell, Sweetie, you are too out of that idiot’s league. Not your wisest decision.”
Sylus is right. No one can miss how your date’s eyes unfocus, zoned out, whenever you speak. Or how he never introduces you when he goes to greet the other party guests. He hadn’t even noticed you leaving his side and blending into the crowd just moments ago. 
“I could say the same for you.” You counter. He pulls back, curious, “you don’t seem all that interested in your date either, and she’s your type, isn’t she.” 
You don’t hide the fact that you’ve seen the various magazine articles and social media posts, all featuring Sylus and the new woman by his side as the main image. She’s obviously gorgeous. And, you discover with a quick web search, is also from an extremely well-off family with much more influence than you could imagine.
Though you hadn’t seen her tonight, you don’t need to be a genius to figure out that Sylus is here with her tonight as well. 
“I have no romantic feelings towards that woman, if that’s what you’re worried about.” 
“But you’re still here with her.”
“She isn’t you, you know.”
“I didn’t know that mattered.”
Now it’s his turn to sigh at you. His turn to be the defeated one.
“Come home, Y/n,” his voice nearly begging as he gets straight to the point, “it’s always been you.”
How could you bring yourself to deny him like this?
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You don’t know if it was Sylus’ persuasiveness or your own willingness to go back to being his that brought you to where you are now: locked inside one of the museum’s many private restrooms, the noises of music and chatter from the party now a distant murmur. 
You’re also: bent over the bathroom’s sink, thanks to Sylus, with the skirt of your dress hiked up to your waist and your underwear pushed down around your knees.
“Sylus,” you whine, your legs feel weak with each lick he makes to your pussy. 
“Keep still.” He commands, tightening the grip on both of your thighs that both kept you in place aa well as spread out for him. 
“You taste so fucking good, Baby.” He doesn’t move away to speak and the breath from his hot mouth stays directly on your cunt as he does so, the heat eliciting a loud moan from you. 
His tongue fucks into your hole from where he is crouched behind your open legs. The squelch of your arousal on his tongue and your moans fill the quiet atmosphere of the bathroom. 
You feel him chuckle behind you before feeling the cold air hit your wet core at the sudden loss of contact. 
“Y’know, for someone who was just playing so hard to get, you’re really enjoying this aren’t you, Kitten?” He teases, and though he stopped eating you out, his hands keep their position on your thighs, massaging them up and down. 
“Shut up.” You push yourself back so that you were practically sat on his face. He, thankfully, doesn’t object and gives your clit some much needed attention, sucking hard.
You can feel your climax sneaking up on you and so can Sylus, recognizing the way your moans got breathy and the way you clenched around him when he inserts his fingers into you, intensifying the pressure between your thighs. 
He continues sucking your clit, lightly grazing his teeth on your sensitive bud. The stimulation startles you at first, he’s never done this before, but it soon turns into euphoria as the pain mixes with pleasure. 
It all becomes too much for you and your walls finally come crashing down on Sylus’ tongue. He takes you through your orgasm, making it last as long as possible, until you couldn’t hold yourself up any longer. 
He’s quick to get up on his feet behind you. You immediately come to his understanding and slouch against him, letting him hold up all your weight. 
“Look at us,” he gestures to your reflections in the mirror. You’re a mess: your dress straps cling to your upper arms and your face is covered in bliss. Sylus nonetheless towers tall behind you, annoyingly put together as he always is. “It’s like nothing ever changed between us, hm?” 
You have to agree with him. The sight is not new to you, and you’re overcome with a sense of fondness for all the times you’ve stood like this before. 
On the outside, your physical states are pure opposites. However, you know that right now, Sylus is as aroused as you are. You’re suddenly aware of the fact that he has yet to come. 
Still in your post-orgasmic haze, you try your best to reach behind you to where you assume his crotch is. 
“Already can’t get enough, Dear?” He teases you but even so, he moves back and pulls out his dick from his pants, simultaneously guiding your body so you’re bent over in the same position you were previously in and sliding his erection between your folds from behind. 
“Relax. You can take it,” he coos before slamming into your walls without warning. 
“Sylus!” You gasp at the intrusion. It’s a miracle that you even have the effort to scream his name, it was as if all your breath was taken away.
“Still so goddamn tight as I remember, Sweetie, I thought I told you to relax?” He begins to hammer his dick into your pussy, not sparing you and your sensitivity at all. You squeeze your eyes shut, and your moans and yelps with each thrust fill the room.
“Sy, ‘s too much!”
“You can handle it. After all, you wanted this.” His tip finds your g-spot and hits it at that same brutal pace. “Are you still thinking about that asshole that you came here with? Hm? Even as im fucking you like this? Have you forgotten him yet?” 
In the midst of being fucked, it takes you a second to figure out what, or who, he’s talking about. The truth is that you had forgotten all about the other man once you entered the seclusion of the bathroom you are now in. You don’t get a chance to reply before he continues.
“Can he fuck you like I do? Do you think of me when he’s this deep inside of you?”
Your eyes widen at the crudeness of his words. 
“I- never- we don’t-!” You’re quick to deny his accusations, albeit struggling to get the words out between moans. 
“Spit it out, Princess. Are you saying he doesn’t fuck you at all?” His hips smack against yours, hard this time. “Or are you saying that his dick can’t go deep like mine can?”
As he interrogates you, a hand reaches down between your thighs and begins circling your clit. The stimulation is all too much, and you’re still unable to properly speak. 
“Sylus-”
He takes a fistful of your hair and nudges your head up, forcing you to face the incriminating scene reflected in the mirror. “Answer me.”
You watch yourself shake your head rapidly, still being held up from your hair. “No! It’s not like that.. He and I never did it..”
“Oh yeah?” He still has the same smirk from earlier in the night on his face, but now his eyes are shrouded in a devious darkness. ���That’s a good girl. If I had found out that he fucked you I might’ve had to kill him.”
He snorts, seeing your shocked expression. “I’m kidding sweetie,” he clarifies. Sylus then lets go of his hold on your hair and your head falls forward with more of his thrusts. “Now keep being my good girl and come for me.”
The exchange is pushed to the back of your mind and you’re reminded of the physical situation that you’re in.
Your eyes roll to the back of your head as your whole body jerks up and down from bouncing back from his. 
You uncontrollably spasm as you cream around Sylus’ dick, squeezing around him just right. Overstimulated, your jaw hangs open as screams burst from your throat. Afterwards, you become fully limp in his hold.
“Fuck. So fuckin’ noisy, huh? You’re doing so good for me, sweet girl..”
You feel the exact moment he reaches his climax. He thrusts himself one last time into your sore cunt before you’re filled with his cum. 
You stay there for a while, neither of you bothering to move. 
After what feels like hours of standing still, Sylus finally pulls out of you. And last moan escapes your lips as he does so. 
He kneels, pulling up your panties from their bunched up state around your ankles to over your sopping hole before any semen could leak out. 
“You think you can keep it inside until we get home?” He asks before leaving a kiss on your clothed cunt and standing to fix your dress, erasing any evidence of your sexual encounter. 
“And when are we getting home, exactly?” You don’t comment on the fact that he said ‘home’ as if it was the same place for you. As if nothing had happened between you two. You don’t comment because you want both of those things to be true. 
“Now.” It isn’t a suggestion, nor a question, but a statement. 
“Wait, you’re not staying until the gala ends?”
“No, Sweetie. We’re not staying until the gala ends.” He laughs as if it’s obvious, “we both know that I could buy out this whole fundraiser if I wanted to.”
“What about our dates?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. You’re my date, and I’m yours.” 
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syluslnd · 24 days ago
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If you're still taking requests, I really wanna see how you'd write this situation. Sylus' s/o is visiting the mansion one day. Sylus is in the room when Luke or Kieran (it's probably Luke) accidentally discovers one of her sensitive spots; he poked a random spot on her back to get her attention and she barely holds back a moan.
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your attention fully on sylus while he lays on the bed sprawled out, watching you with that familiar intense gaze.
You were rambling on about something, your words tumbling out in an effort to distract yourself from how his presence always seemed to consume the space.
Sylus had a way of making the air feel heavier, as if every word exchanged between you carried weight. But right now, you were doing your best to ignore that pull.
Luke and Kieran were also in the room, leaning against the far wall, barely acknowledged by you. They hadn't said much and you hadn't felt the need to involve them in your conversation with Sylus. It wasn't unusual-you always focused on him and the twins usually stayed in the background.
But then, without warning, you felt it—a finger brushing down your spine, light but deliberate, starting at your neck and trailing all the way down. The touch was so sudden, so unexpected, that your body reacted before your mind could catch up. You flinched, your breath hitching and then, to your horror, an involuntary moan slipped from your lips.
The room went dead silent.
Your heart pounded as you froze, feeling heat rush to your face. Every nerve in your body was suddenly on edge and you became painfully aware of how every eye was on you. Luke's finger still hovered at the small of your back but your mind couldn't focus on anything but the sound that had escaped you. A blushing mess, you struggled to regain composure but it was too late. The damage was done.
Sylus's expression darkened immediately, his gaze narrowing as he shot a look toward the twins. "Out" he ordered, his voice low, dripping with authority.
Luke and Kieran didn't hesitate, quickly leaving the room, though you could still feel the heat of their lingering stares as they exited. The door clicked shut behind them and now it was just you and Sylus. The tension in the room became suffocating.
Before you could even speak, you felt a shift, a pull. Sylus's evol had kicked in and suddenly you were dragged onto the bed, your body moving against your will. You gasped as you found yourself straddling him, your knees pressed into the mattress on either side of his hips. His power forced your arms to wrap around his neck, pulling you close until your face was inches from his.
"Sylus-" you started but your voice caught in your throat as you felt his fingers, cold and deliberate, start to glide up your spine.
Slow. Painfully slow.
He dragged his fingertip over your back, tracing the same path Luke had touched moments ago, only now it felt a hundred times more intense. The gentleness of his touch was at odds with the dark, predatory look in his eyes, and your body tensed with the growing tension.
"You flinched when he touched you" Sylus murmured, his voice dangerously low. His finger made another slow pass down your spine, making you shiver involuntarily. "But that sound you made... that was for me, wasn't it, kitten?"
His words sent a chill through you, your breath coming in shallow gasps as your body responded to every calculated movement of his finger. He knew exactly what he was doing, toying with you, making you squirm without even needing to move more than a fingertip. It was maddening, the way he maintained control over you, even now.
You tried to speak but the words wouldn't come. Sylus tilted his head slightly, his lips curving into a dark, knowing smile. "You're mine and I don't like sharing." His finger paused for a brief second before continuing its slow descent down your back, dragging out the sensation. "I think I'll remind you of that."
Your breath hitched again as he leaned in, his lips brushing against the side of your neck, teasing but not quite touching. You could feel the tension radiating from him, the possessiveness behind every subtle move.
His evol kept your arms locked around his neck, keeping you trapped against him, powerless to resist. And despite the darkness in the air, the intensity of his touch, you felt your body betraying you, drawn to him in ways you couldn't control.
"You like this, don't you?" he whispered, his voice rough, his finger finally reaching the small of your back before trailing up again at an agonizingly slow pace. "I can feel it. Don't deny it."
You whimpered, the sound escaping before you could stop it, your body reacting to the tension he was building with such little effort. Sylus's smirk deepened as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your skin.
"Good girl."
There was no escape. His evol had you trapped and you were completely at his mercy and the worst part was-you didn't want to get away.
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kleefkruid · 4 months ago
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The fact that Kotelet waited untill her kittens needed solid food to bring them into the house is impractical and gives me a lot more work but it is hilarious to take a moment to see this situation from the perspective of the babies.
Imagine, you and your sibling grow up in the woods (some shrubs). The nights are cold and long, sometimes you mother has to leave and you're left to fend off the elements and possible dangers alone. As you grow so does your hunger. You tell your mother and she goes "Ah, I suppose you are ready, come with me." You go on this treacherous journey (crawling up an old ivy to get on a wall) and in the twillight of the night you spot a cave where light still shines...
Inside it is warmer. You spot another cat you've seen wandering around before. They walk around like they've been there many times. You want to follow them, see where they're going, when you spot, The Thing.
You've seen The Thing before from afar. It's unnaturally tall and long and moves strangely. A lot of sounds come from it almost continiously. It's weird appendages grabbing at everything. Right now it is terribly close, and sitting down on the ground.
Your mother just walk up to it and says hi. she sits down. The Thing starts throwing candy at you. It's the best thing you've ever tasted. You want another one and you get an other one. "BLUAGH BLUAGB BOOOIOO?" goes The Thing. Your mother headbutts it.
And you know baby, you could have been here from the start if your mother didn't decide to drop you in an abondoned garden during the fucking wettest season Belgium has ever seen.
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mysticmellowlove · 1 year ago
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Thinking about dating yandere and we went out to dinner one night maybe with family or just by ourselves you choose but anyway we are talking to our family members or to staff about to get our table when some chick come up to him and starts flirting. Of course he ignores her at first then we have spider sense so notice it then walk over to him kindly not wanting to start something in a restaurant. She walks away like a whore so later on he goes to the restroom and a minute later we notice that chick following into the restroom to. We immediately think “Fuck no” and go in to save our man. We didn’t want to cause a scene but we’re about to.
warnings; sadistic reader, sub male, sub yandere, gn reader
note; darling can definitely feel disturbances in the force
Your lips pursed as you waited for the server to come back with a table for the two of you. Off to the side a girl with her body, admittedly a very nice body, clothed in a skimpy black dress was trying to chat up your boyfriend. You could see it out of the corner of your eye, the way she was pushing her boobs up to try and entice him, so unaware of what was under his perfectly tailored suit.
The thought calmed you down for a moment, she didn't even know how much he loved you. She didn't know how the two of you loved. Still, he'd be hearing about it later on tonight. By the way that he wasn't cussing her out you knew that this was exactly what he wanted. Always such a glutton for punishment.
However, it had gone on for as long as you wanted it to. You had a feeling she was mere seconds away from leaning up against his side, pressing her tits into his arm to try and lull him into some sort of lust haze. Unfortunately for her the only thing that ever seemed to get him hard was the sight of you shirtless on the couch with a bag of chips.
"Hey babe, the servers coming over." You went over and leaned against his side, looking down at the female who seemed to still be shorter than you even in her pretty little kitten heels. He looked over, a cheeky glint in his eyes. He knew exactly what he was doing and he was enjoying it.
"I'm sorry, babe?" The girl piped up from behind him, her smoky eyes set on your form. You looked her up and down, just to add insult to injury.
"Yeah, babe. As in my boyfriend." You hummed as you clicked your tongue, wrapping your arms around his so you could pull him back to the station. He looked down at you, a sneaky grin on his face just in time for the server to come back and lead the two of you to your table.
It was perfect, right near the window overlooking the river lit up by streetlamps. Date night had been set right again and now you even had a reason to 'punish' him later on. You went ahead and ordered some of the finest wine for the two of you as he looked at the menu, inspecting it to find something that you would like.
The rest of the evening seemed to be moving smoothly. Good company, good wine and even better food. That was until he got up to go to the bathroom that you noticed something was wrong.
You spotted the girl from before slinking her way to the bathrooms as well and usually you wouldn't think too much of it. However, her insistence on being around him earlier this evening really set you off. It wasn't that you were jealous, or maybe you were, it was just that you didn't know if facing your wrath or his wrath was more dangerous.
Now that he was out of your sight he wouldn't care about trying to piss you off, he'd be a completely different person. You pursed your lips and pushed your chair back before making your way over to the bathrooms.
He didn't seem to be in any of them so you simply followed the sound of voices. It led you around a secluded corner, one that had a mirror on the back wall so you could see exactly how infuriated he looked as he pinned the girl against it. Her eyes darted to you, wide and blown out in alarm. She looked teary, the poor thing.
"Down." You said, just one simple word. He let her go and slunk to his knees.
"Honestly, it's people like you who mess things up for people like me." You hummed as you walked past him. She seemed to cower before you, her hand pressed to her chest as her eyes grew teary.
"Come on now, you didn't seriously expect no consequence." You sneered. Hands wrapped around your thighs as you let your eyes wander to him in the mirror. You'd let it slide for now, purely because it was funny to see the girl look at the two of you as if you were freaks.
"I suggest you get the fuck out of here before I decide to make this the entire restaurant's problem." You grinned as she gasped and skirted around the two of you, her heels clicking on the wood floor as she all but ran away. A satisfied hum left your mouth as you turned to watch her leave, served her right.
"And what shall I do with you." You looked down at the man on the floor, his hands massaging your legs as he looked up at you with a soft gaze. His mouth opened slightly as he shivered
"Whatever you want." He whispered, his tone reverent. You huffed and shook your head.
"Come on then, I think you need to be reminded who you belong to and it would be such a shame for the rest of the restaurant to hear your pretty little screams."
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delulugirlulu · 1 month ago
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Chapter 1: Tension and Tease
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Characters - Sylus x Reader, Sylus x Y/N
Word Count - 680
A/N - I'm so sorry if the word count is short, I swear Chapter 2 and 3 are longer ;-; Anyway, thank you to everyone who read, noted and reblogged the Prologue - I wasn't expecting to get that much traction and it warms my delulu heart that other delulus enjoyed the story somehow (◡ ‿ ◡ .)
And now, the story...
Y/N walked out of her home office, rolling her shoulders as she stretched, trying to work out the knots of tension from a long day of typing and clicking away in front of a computer. The familiar weight of fatigue clung to her, but when her eyes landed on Sylus sprawled out on the couch, her exhaustion seemed to disappear. There he was, lounging as if he owned the room, his tall, muscular frame taking up more space than what was fair. His silver hair, messy and tousled, caught the dim light, making him look even more alluring than usual.
Her gaze wandered over him, from the sharp line of his jaw to the smirk that tugged at the corner of his lips. He was watching her—of course, he was. He always watched her with that same intensity, a mix of amusement and something darker, something deeper that sent a thrill down her spine.
“Hey, love,” she said softly, plopping down beside him. She pressed herself against his warm body, leaning her head on his shoulder. “Sorry I’ve been so busy. I’ve been working non-stop and I—”
“—fell asleep?” Sylus finished for her, raising an eyebrow while looking at her.
She nodded sheepishly. “Yeah, fell asleep. I didn’t mean to…”
His chuckle was a low, rich sound that vibrated in her chest. “No need to apologize, kitten. I know you’ve got your own thing going on. I’m just glad you’re awake now.” His eyes gleamed with mischief as his hand slid up her thigh, his fingers brushing over her skin in a way that made her breath catch. “Though, I hope you’re not planning on falling asleep again.”
Her body reacted to his touch, a shiver running down her spine as she turned her face toward him, lips curling into a playful smile. “Maybe? I’m still a little tired,” she yawned.
His grip on her thigh tightened, and she felt the heat of his body pressing against hers. “Oh, I think I can wake you up.” His voice was a growl, low and dangerous, the kind of sound that made her core tighten in response.
She let out a breathless laugh, pretending to be unaffected. “What do you mean by that, mister?”
“You tell me.” His lips were suddenly at her neck, pressing soft kisses to the sensitive spot just below her ear. His breath was warm against her skin, and every gentle touch sent sparks of desire racing through her. “I think you need a different kind of energy,” he murmured, his lips moving lower, his tongue tracing the curve of her collarbone. “Something to get your heart racing.”
Her heart was already racing, each beat a reminder of how close he was, how much she wanted him. She could feel the tension building between them, an electric current that had been simmering beneath the surface all night. She tried to play it cool, to keep some semblance of control, but the truth was, she was at his mercy. She always had been.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she whispered, feigning innocence as she tilted her head to give him better access. “You’ll have to demonstrate.”
His chuckle was a dark, dangerous sound as his hand slid higher up her thigh, fingers brushing the edge of her shorts. “Oh, I’ll demonstrate, alright.” He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, his red gaze burning into hers. “But you need to be honest with me about what you want, kitten. No games.”
Her breath hitched as his thumb brushed over her skin, a soft but deliberate touch that made her pulse quicken. She swallowed hard, her body trembling beneath his touch. “I... I want you, Sylus,” she whispered, the words barely audible but thick with desire. “I want all of you.”
His eyes darkened, and for a moment, the air between them felt too thick to breathe. “Good girl,” he growled, his hand sliding under the fabric of her shorts, fingers teasing her already sensitive skin. “Now, let’s see how honest you can really be.”
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oneatlatime · 1 year ago
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The Siege of the North Part 2
Last episode of the season! I'll post some season round up stuff over the next few days.
The last episode ended super abruptly, so a refresher: -Aang and Zuko are in a snowstorm and Aang is currently hypnotised by a Yin Yang fish -Katara, Sokka and Yue are in the spirit oasis moping about losing Aang to Zuko -There’s a big fuck off Fire Nation Armada parked out front -All current trends point to the Northern Water Tribe being a finely ground and toasted paste by the end of the day
Episode Time!
I don’t know, did Katara really do everything she could? She could have called for backup. Although given Zuko’s track record with taking out scores of guards when the plot requires (hello Blue Spirit episode), I guess it probably wouldn’t have made a difference.
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Ignore Momo for a minute and look at this grass texture. I can't decide if I like it or not. It's certainly doing... something?
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Is this the spirit world? I'm loving the colour pallette. Since Aang's dreams tend to be sepia-toned, does that mean he dreams in the spirit world?
This monkey guy has so much personality. I love how our first look at this sacred, spiritual, mystical place is an antisocial jerk. Lovely subversion of expectations.
Roku has unparallelled jumpscare abilities.
I have to say the sound design on the ice cracking under Zuko's feet is spot on. That oddly hollow yet muffled thud is exactly the noise ice sheets make when they go.
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Poor Aang getting dragged like a kitten. He's got to have frozen skin by now. Should have taken Iroh's advice and covered his ears.
I don't think Aang moves once during Roku's speech about the spirits crossing over. I think he's a freeze frame of animation, something which this show usually avoids.
Judging by the musical sting it's supposed to be a serious line, but the way Roku feels the need to clarify that the Face Stealer will steal your face got a laugh out of me. Was anyone expecting him to do anything else?
"They call him Coe, the Face Stealer. Be careful, or he will validate your parking."
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Where did he get fuel to burn? And why does he feel the need to monologue? And if struggling and fighting is what made you into who you are, maybe you should give being lucky a chance, because you're not exactly well-liked or very good at what you're supposed to be doing.
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Inclusivity win! These non-benders get to torch the water tribe too!
Ballistic water canon portholes - that's neat.
Those long range grappling hooks are probably the fire nation's most effective weapon.
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Please die please die please die please die please die please die
How rotten do you have to be inside, that when you find a giant underground hidden library, you use it to find out ways to wipe out civilisations? And celestial bodies? Zhao is honestly so pathetic. Ruthless, and somewhat effective sure, but you're gifted a giant underground secret library and all you can think to do with it is use it to kill people? Pathetic.
This spirit world stuff is so neat. The scale, the lighting, the animals, everything is slightly off in a way that feels deeply alien. I like.
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Get your mind out of the gutter.
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The squealing strings in the spirit world are fantastic. The composition of this shot, also fantastic. The colour pallette; fantastic. I would love to live in the spirit world if I wasn't in danger of losing my face.
The face stealer recognising the avatar is chilling. Really adds a sense of the ancient. And whoever is voicing him had the time of their life. Deliciously evil moustache twirling stuff, but still with an underlying very real threat.
I love Sokka's logic here. Co-opt enemy's strength; make it serve you. Zuko being persistent means that there will still be an avatar to save once Sokka catches up to them.
This whole encounter with the face stealer is a cut above. They really pulled the stops out for this finale.
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I don't think this is the Blue Spirit, but it's close.
I KNEW those fish were thematically relevant. What a completely unexpected reversal too! Those spirits you're asking for help? Actually, they're asking you.
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It pays to be nice! This is why Aang has to stay such a nice boy! See? It pays off!!!
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Looks like someone was a little slow with the whole 'conquering the enemy before their main source of power turbo charges them' thing. We've got floor is lava: tank edition, ice machine guns, and Poophead turning a whole row of soldiers into popsicles. Good stuff.
I absolutely hate Poophead but I have to admit it's satisfying watching him go 1 v dozens in tornado mode and kick fire nation butt.
That panda has some powerful breath. And I love that morphing effect between big cuddly guy and horrors beyond description.
"Oh No! Where's my body?" That's pretty funny. I don't think it's supposed to be, but it is.
Forget about the panda, Aang has powerful breath. He just wallpapered Zuko to the cave wall and travelled like 100 feet in the opposite direction.
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Keep inching along buddy.
"That won't be enough to escape" "Appa!" "That probably is."
Forget about Aang wallpapering Zuko, Katara just turned him into a floor mat from 40 feet up. How many concussions has Zuko had in the last week?
If that rope is so quality, why did you cut through every loop rather than untie it and save it for later?
Of course Aang has to bring Zuko back. Aang is a nice little boy. That's what nice little boys do, and they get repaid for their kindness down the line with things like rides from giant pandas.
Imagine if Zhao had grabbed the wrong fish? It's a good thing that the moon spirit has a built in indicator light. What would the ocean do if it was in trouble? Get more blue?
Yue exposition. Yue is a moon horcrux. Oh this won't end well.
How long do you think Zhao spent composing his little speech? How many crumpled up parchments did he go through before he had the words just right? Do you think he practiced in the mirror while holding up a sock in place of the moon fish?
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Get his ass Momo! I love how the guard in the back is like "nah, I'll let the lemur do his thing. Dude deserves it honestly."
Could we have some more specific examples of consequences beyond "balance" and "Chaos" for killing the moon? I don't think Zhao the asshole is going to pay attention to consequences unless they directly affect himself.
Zhao is way too fond of the word traitor. That's two people he's called traitor who are actually just people he personally dislikes.
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You know you done goofed when kindly tea uncle promises to beat your ass. Zhao, meet consequences that directly affect you.
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The face of a man realising he has, in fact, done goofed.
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That's twice now these fish have yanked Aang around. Powerful fish. Did the fish call upon the Avatar or was Aang so angry that he went glowy and the fish took advantage?
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FISHMAN
oh boy these guys are dead. So dead.
Tired of failing at capturing the Avatar, Zuko instead turns to trying to kill Zhao. Brightest idea he's had all season.
"Then at least, you could have lived!" Bold talk for someone who's already lost one duel to this guy and is currently losing the second. Unless you meant to flop backwards off that bridge?
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Ooof. But she was always on borrowed time, wasn't she?
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He just batted them away like balls on a pool table. So casually cutting through tonnes of steel and people. Fishman is killing thousands. I bet Aang's not too happy about that.
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Ouch. More Sokka trauma!
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Fish spirit dropping Aang off like he's bumming a ride to school, not killing probably 10 000 + people.
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How am I supposed to take this seriously when Zuko's doing silly little summersaults?
Zhao is such a baby. I sincerely hope he's dead now too.
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Bit of an abrupt tonal change. And yes, it's LONG past time you helped out the south. I hope Kanna is informed in exacting detail of her grandaughter's Pakku-bahsing exploits. She'd be so proud.
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This scene should have come before the scene with Katara and Poophead. Would have avoided the tone switch. Also is that a tree to the right?
"So proud. And sad." OUCH.
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Not-fun fact: there are four humans in this screenshot.
I'm guessing that was the firelord? I suddenly see where Zuko gets his muppet voice.
Mark Hamill?!?!
Final Thoughts
Where is the line between self-sacrifice and suicide? Because I have to say, Yue was very determined to do her duty. I guess that's one way to get out of an arranged marriage.
So glad to not see her fiance again, because then I can pretend he drowned. I bet he and Zhao are having fun out asshole-ing each other at the bottom of the sea.
Sokka!!! Somebody needs to give him a hug and get him into the care of a trusted adult immediately because the last thing he needed was MORE duty-related trauma. I bet he views what happened as him failing in his duty to the northern chief. He pretty much says as much when Yue chooses to save the moon. Obviously, there was rationally no way out of that one, but since when are emotions and trauma rational?
Yue describes her saving the moon as her duty, but it was also her choice, and I bet that's the first free choice she's ever gotten to make. Sokka didn't prevent her; he let her choose to do her duty. He definitely had objections, which he voiced, but he let her go once she brought up duty. It's so awful that Yue's first time having her choice respected (dare I say, having her own agency respected) is when she chooses to die.
She is dead, right? Her body evaporated and she's in the moon now. On the moon? Is she the moon? Did she replace the old moon? Or did the moon let her have a few seconds as a ghost for closure before she went to the afterlife? I don't know the mechanics of this.
Poor Aang just killed thousands of people, even if he was fish-possessed at the time. Katara's about the only person who emerged from this episode ok. She got to one-shot Zuko.
Fish possession-induced mega-fishman is not a solution I could have ever predicted to the problem of a whole fleet that needs getting rid of. It totally fits, despite it being a strange idea to contemplate in isolation. Aang pulls (rather, the fish pulls) a move straight out of Pacific Rim and it works.
The spirit world was really capably done. Creepy yet alluring, seemingly detached and untouchable yet both in tune with the real world and vulnerable to the things that go on there. And how clever was it to have Aang go to the spirits for help, only to find out that the spirits need his help? I love that reversal. It really ups the stakes. In any other fantasy story an appeal to the council of higher beings of whatever would either result in help or a refusal. Imagine calling up your godly bosses with a problem only to have them beg you for help? It's kind of chilling. Both in how close things came to disaster, and in the fact that humans in the real world actually have the power to pose that much of a threat to the spirits. Again you see why it's important to have a bridge between the real and spirit worlds: because traffic either way poses a threat to both sides.
What is up with Zuko? He failed the whole season at capturing the avatar (a task at which he was outclassed by episode 3), and now he doesn't have the resources to even try. So he's no longer a villain (not the he was ever good at it), he's no longer even a threat. He's a concussed vulture's meal on a raft. Is he even going to be in the next season of the show? What role could he possibly fulfill? He'll be just... there.
I had tone problems with this episode. A couple of places where I'm pretty sure I wasn't supposed to laugh, I did. And there were a couple of pretty corny set up lines. Yue discussing how there was no hope gave me Helm's Deep flashbacks. I think maybe this episode should have been a little longer in order to make the tone switches more gradual. And I get that, as a kids' cartoon show, they have to end the season on a happy note, but was there anyone in the main or background cast that didn't have a reason to end this episode seriously bummed out? Momo maybe. Appa's empathetic enough to be sad that Aang is sad. Yes, the North is saved, but the princess is dead, there are presumably thousands of enemy corpses bobbing around beyond the wall, and who knows how many water tribe people got crushed by fireballs.
The last three episodes have really been one big story. Katara's part was really over by the opening scene of the siege of the north part 1, which is about where Aang's part began. The real through line that ties these three episodes together is Sokka and Yue. These last three episodes have been low key Sokka episodes (and Yue episodes by extension). I think it's a sign of good writing and engaging characters, that the season finale of a show named after its main character can put a huge amount of focus on someone who isn't the main character and still have it feel natural.
Turn Sokka into a girl and beat him down with the expectations women face in a patriarchal society, and you get Yue. They are each others' mirrors, which is partially why they connect (the other reasons being Sokka is a breath of fun fresh air and Yue is gorgeous and desperately lonely). While I would give an arm and a leg for a version of the show where Yue joins the Gaang and travels around the world with them, being exposed to opportunities for growth and adventure and becoming her own person rather than an extension of her tribe's will, I think it also makes sense that Sokka and Yue ultimately can't be together. I'm having trouble putting this into words, so bear with me, but I think because Yue and Sokka are mirrors, and largely mirrors of the more burdensome aspects of their lives (ie duty), then wouldn't them getting together limit them? Halt their growth as characters? Would they not drag each other down? Under the right circumstances (like peace) they could help each other grow, but in war time it's probably not a good idea to have two self-sacrificing members on your team.
I know Aang had some crazy stuff happen to him this episode (and last episode too), but so much of what happened to him literally happened TO him. He had no say in the matter. He got yanked around by spirits, fish, and Zuko. Which is why the Sokka x Yue storyline was more interesting to me. Poor Aang may have a hell of a time processing all that yanking around, but that's not in this episode. Sokka and Yue actively making choices are in this episode, and their storyline has had three episodes to develop, so the payoff feels more earned.
The soundtrack was great this episode, especially in the spirit world. Deliciously creepy stuff.
Visuals were gorgeous. I especially liked the beige palete of the spirit world and grey-blue palette during the mega fishman scenes. The creeping blue veins were a good way to express the scale of mega fishman's power without just colouring the whole frame bright blue.
Zhao honestly got exactly what he deserved. It must have been a fitting end for his character because it left me highly satisfied.
Yue deserved better, but if the chief is to be believed, predestination is both a thing and unavoidable in this world, so she got the only end she could ever have. I love characters with quiet strength, but I love them more when they don't have to die.
Overall a good episode! It had to wrap up so many storylines that it ended up going all over the place, with some necessarily expository dialogue that felt clunky. Poor Aang featured surprisingly little in his own show's finale, if you discount when he's fish-possessed. Sokka got his heart ripped out and stomped on, as did the chief. Pakku has hopefully set himself up for a hearty slap from Kanna. Zuko and Iroh survived, but that's about all that can be said of them at the moment. I feel like maybe Katara will be carrying the Gaang for the next few weeks.
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lunaetis · 5 months ago
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@caemthe asked :
[ jiyan, for yangyang ] A cat, on a tree so tall that the general wouldn’t be surprised if it was found out that it said it had been around since the first Lament. Impressive truly, but now it posed a threat to the safety of the kitten trapped at the top. He stepped back as he looked up, finally spotting the poor pet. “How should we proceed? It wasn’t too fond of the fish I offered earlier.”
unprompted. || always accepting
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─「秧秧」─  it was almost impressive how a creature so small could get itself up upon a tree that tall all by itself. even before she could hear the sounds of it meowing for attention and assistance, YANGYANG was able to sense the emotions that came from the smallest of movement as the tree barely moved with the winds. the general had fetched a delicious looking fish in order to lure it down, however, the feline still wouldn't budge. was there something else that caused it to stay up there despite how dangerous it was ?
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                quietly, she reached out her hand and closed her eyes to feel the winds, allowing the flow of the air current to pass through her gloved digits. she heard everything, the rustle of every single leaves, the way the sands and dirt moved underneath their feet, the scent and noises carried with the breeze, and a sign of distress coming from the small creature up and above them.
                " it must've been scared of the tacet discords suddenly appearing in the area. " both of them had already dealt with that, but the air itself was still unstable from the recent fight. perhaps that was why the cat refused to come down. she had to make sure there were no other external stimulants to make it go into fight or flight mode. her silver hues finally opened, and she turned to the taller male.
                " i'd like to try something. general, could you please hold out your hands and arms for me ? " that was all she gave him, and only when he had decided to comply that the winds around them slowly stilled, like the air was MUTED and with a wave of her gloved digits, a soft current whipped the small creature from where it was and carefully carrying it down onto his awaiting arms. he would be able to feel how warm the breeze was, how gentle it enveloped around the small feline like soft cushion. a smile then curved her lips at the successful attempt especially when the said kitty was nuzzling into his strong hold. a tender giggle escaped her.
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                " she seems to be fond of you now. maybe she could smell that fish on you ? "
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birds-nest-on-the-roof · 2 years ago
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Cats of the forest
A retelling of how the farmer gets their cat.
You save kittens out of the cold weather and seek help at Marnie's farm. Shane is slightly grumpy here since it is early on in the relationship. Farmer uses she/her pronouns.
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You brace yourself from leaving the cozyness of the saloon. You know that outside waits the darkness of the night and the pouring rain doesn't make the walk back home any easier. You had been invited by Sam to play some pool with him, Abigail and Sebastian. All three of which you barely know but by the end of it you felt yourself enjoying your time with them. You enjoyed your time maybe a little too much since it made you forget how late it had become and that you had to walk home in such conditions. You decide that the way past your neighbor Marnie must be the fastest way back and since Sam takes the same way you two walk together even if it's just a small part of the way. You say your goodbyes and then you brace yourself to get back home as fast as possible.  
Speed walking out of town and past Marnie's farm, you reach the sign pointing towards your farm and you throw a quick glance over at the dark forest. You are just about to turn and hurry back to the warmth of your home when you hear something. You stop and listen. A small meow. You hear it just above the sound of the rain. You follow the sound into the forest, pushing away any fear as you do so. You don't have to go far though, in between a small rock and the trunk of a pine tree a gray kitten lays curled up. 
“Hey there, are you all alone out here?” You take a look around for a mother, but no other cats are in sight. Worried and at a loss of what to do you decide to go knock at Marnies. 
“Come here little one, I promise I'm not dangerous.” You hold out your hand to the cat that is a little timid at first, but after a sniff it moves closer and as the cat lets you pet it you lift it up. Despite the wet fur you place it under your shirt. The cat nuzzles close to you happy for the warmth your chest gives it. 
You hurry back to Marnie's farm silently hoping it's not too late, that Marnie has gone to bed and locked the doors for the night. But in the midst of your thoughts you see a figure up ahead. To your surprise (and relief) it´s Shane coming back from the saloon. He had thrown his Joja hoodie above his head sheltering him from the pouring rain. He stops, hand on the door handle as he notices you. 
A nervousness comes over you as you walk up to him. He looks down at you from the steps with a bothered look. 
“What is it?” He says before you get the chance to even open your mouth. 
“I- I found this kitten, It's wet and cold and I don't have any cat food. I don't know what to do. If she's okay, what sign to look for if she isn't.”
“Okay! Stop rambling, I’ll go get Marnie.” He shakes his head before going inside. He leaves the door ajar and you take that as a sign to step inside. You sigh at the warmth that now surrounds you. The smell of tonight's dinner still lingers in the house, that together with the faint smell of hay brings you back to your summers with your grandfather. 
You hear low mumbles coming deeper within the house, but as you try to catch a glimpse of what you assume are Marnie and Shane talking, Marnie comes storming out. She is wearing a long red nightgown with white spots on it and her hair hangs loose on her shoulders different from her signature braid. 
“Good grief you´re soaked! Come here! Sit down for Yobas sake.” She takes hold of your arm and leads you into their kitchen. Shane stands there leaning on the kitchen counter, arms crossed.  
“I'll go get you a towel, darling.” And with that she runs off. 
“It’s fine really, you don't have to.” You call after her. 
“Oh nonsense.” She says as she returns and drapes a towel down over your shoulder. “So, what brings you here at this late hour?” Marnie asks and you finally let the kitten, much to her dismay, out. She instantly starts meowing again, protesting loudly as you place her in Marnie's hands. As you do so you explain what happened and while Marnie does a check up.
“I can't see any problems with her other than being slightly muddy. But it was a good thing you found her when you did.” Marnie says and hands the kitten back over. “Was this the only one?” 
“I didn't see any other cats around.” You say as you pet the small cat. She starts purring loudly in your hands. 
“I think she likes you! Don't you think your farm could use a good cat?” Marnie chuckles. 
“Hm, I suppose it must be fate... Alright I’ll keep you! But what should I name her?” You hold up the kitten close to your face and examine her features. She looks back at you with calm gray eyes, her fur still has some spots of dirt in her gray striped fur despite you trying to gently stroke it off of her.
“What about Misty? What do you think about that?” You ask the kitten. “I take that silence as a yes then.” 
Marnie gathers a basket with blankets and explains how you will need to feed the cat with a milk formula and how to do so, before placing that too in the basket. You hand back the towel and place the kitten back safe inside your shirt. You are just about to leave when Marnie turns to Shane. 
“It's awfully late, you should go with her and make sure she makes it back alright.” Shane is just about to protest when Marnie gives him a stern look. 
“Oh, but Marnie, it's really not a problem.” You say and Shane is fast to chime in. 
“Isn't she an adult? Can't she take care of herself?” 
“Yes, Y/N is more than capable, I'm sure. But it is raining and dark out so you either make sure she and the kitten make it home or you can sleep with the chickens.” Marnie has a look of both tiredness and irritation, it seems to be enough for Shane to not continue. He grumbles but picks up an umbrella that's resting beside the door and steps out. You thank Marnie for all the help and apologizes for the late visit.  
“Oh, no problem dear, just make sure to get home safely.” She waves both of you off before returning back to bed. 
You and Shane walk together in silence. You feel slightly awkward and nervous over Shanes irritation. He is at least decent enough to let you share the umbrella with him. When you once again reach the sign you stopped at the first time you get this strong feeling to stop. When you do so Shane gives you an annoyed look. 
“Listen, if you want to go back home or wait here it's okay, I just need to double check so I don't miss anyone. I won't be able to sleep if I don't.” You say as you point into the forest. His eyes dart between you and the forest before he answers. 
“No, I'll go with you, Marnie won't be happy if she finds out I let you go alone and you fell in a ditch or something.”  
“I- You know what I will just pretend I didn't hear that and say thank you for joining me in my search.” Shane lets out a small huff and you two carry on looking in silence. You reach the place you found Misty and your guts tell you to go just a little bit further. There on the forest floor an orange kitten lays all curled up. You hurry to pick it up and instantly know something is wrong. The small body is concerningly cold and the kitten barely moves in your hands. You cry out for Shane and he is crouched by your side in an instant. He takes the cat from your hands and holds her close to him, slowly blowing warm air on her. 
You pick up the umbrella Shane threw to the side and crouch back beside him, watching him in what feels like ages but in reality is just a few anxious filled minutes. It's when the cat starts meowing that both of you let your tense shoulders drop and you let out a sigh of relief. 
“There. It seems like Misty has a sibling.” He says and carefully hands over the kitten. 
“You need a name too then. What do you think about… Miso?” You look down and hear a muffled meow from Misty and you take it as that she approves of the name to her sister. 
“Cute one. Let's hurry back, being out in the cold won't do them any good.” You give Shane a smile and he quickly turns to get the basket that along with the umbrella was thrown to the side. 
You place Miso along with her sister under the fabric of your shirt. Shane takes both the basket and holds the umbrella since you hold the kittens. You two take a quick look around for any more kittens and when none is found both of you agree that there is probably no more than these two. 
While both of you walk back in silence, this time it's a comfortable one. You take in the sight of the open fields that have yet to be sown on. You frown at the house with the chipped paint and think back on its glory days when your grandfather used to live here. A new life awaits you, one that is filled with opportunity. You have spent the first few weeks here cleaning the inside and organizing your stuff and going through what your grandfather left behind. But tomorrow, if the weather allows it you will do some work in the garden you decide.  
When Shane has made sure that you are safely inside he turns to make his walk back but you stop him. 
“Hey, Shane! Thank you for the help and be careful on the way back.”
“I will.” He answers shortly. 
“Goodnight!” 
“Goodnight Y/N.”  And with that he leaves. You can't keep yourself from smiling at the exchange as you turn back.
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ameifyy · 2 years ago
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Ibuki Niijima x GN reader
🐾 — petting cats with Ibuki.
(( made for lika & syd ))
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It had been a long day in high school, you felt exhausted. Your teacher had assigned multiple sheets of homework that you obviously didn't have the motivation to do. Your girlfriend, Ibuki, had asked if you wanted her to walk you home. You agreed, feeling as though Ibuki would lift your spirits as she always does. You loved her so much, she never failed to put a smile on your face.
You two had met up at the entrance to the school. Thankfully your house wasn't that far from the school, because unlike Ibuki, you were nowhere close to athletic. You and your beloved girlfriend started walking in the direction of your house, hand in hand. "So how was your day _____?" Ibuki said, turning her vision to your direction, away from the sidewalk below her. "It wasn't all that great, but I somehow got through it. What about you, Ibuki?" ____ said in a quieter tone. Ibuki slightly gripped your hand a bit tighter, out of pure reflex as you two walked past a moving car. "It was good! Unfortunately, the limited food item on the menu that Towa wanted was sold out once again, she sort of maybe cried all lunch.." Ibuki did a nervous giggle at this, expecting you to laugh with her. She then noticed that you had your attention on something in the distance.
You were amazed, in a daze even. You had seen a small calico cat on the top of a trash bin across the street, you wanted to go pet it so badly but you unfortunately knew the dangers of it. Ibuki quickly took notice of what you were looking at, and began to slightly squeal in excitement. She loved cats so much and got so excited every time she saw one. "_____ we have got to see that cat. Come on!" Ibuki slightly sped up, going into a speed walk, not wanting to accidentally harm you. You knew how much Ibuki loved cats, they were one of her favorite things after all. You sped up your pace too, to keep up with your very speedy girlfriend.
You two had reached the crosswalk, waiting for the signal to go to the other side of the street. The second the signal turned green, Ibuki sped to the other side of the street, your hands still intertwined. "Hey Ibuki, can you slow down please?" ____ said while trying to catch their breath. "Oh, sorry sweetheart. I forgot how unathletic you were heh.." Ibuki apologized in a soft tone, one that could make anyone melt on the spot, at least in your mind. You two had walked over to where you had seen the cat, spotting it eating trash. Ibuki took her backpack off her shoulder, and pulled a bag of cat treats out of them. She bent down and handed the small calico cat a treat, watching it slowly take it out of the palm of her hand. You had crouched down beside her by now, and watched intently as the love of your life fed a small fluffy critter a cat treat. "She looks so beautiful, I don't know how she ever fell for someone like me." You thought in your head as you softly sighed. Ibuki had heard you sigh, turning her head a bit to see you watching the kitten eat the treat while slowly reaching to pet it.
"Hey darling, can you look at me for a second?" Ibuki stated with a thought in her mind that she couldn't shake. _____ turned to look at her, curious as to why their lover wanted them to face her. They then felt Ibuki's lips softly crash on to their own, slightly yelping at the sudden contact. When they finally processed what was happening, they melted into the kiss, a slight smile forming on Ibuki's lips as she felt them relax, beginning to delicately play with a strand of hair that had fallen loose from their lovers head.
The two stayed like that for a bit longer, finally breaking apart the kiss for air. By now, the calico cat had gone back to the alley it was previously in. Ibuki stood up, grabbing her bag of cat treats in her backpack as she did. She then extended her hand out for _____, pulling them up as they took the loving gesture. Ibuki and _____ then continued the walk to the residence of _____, once again, hand in hand.
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mothbaaalls · 9 days ago
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ok some Cat Lore because i want to infodump about my stripeys:
wet n' wild willy - if i had to guess, i'd say he's probably less than two years old? even though he looks very scraggly and old man-ish, he's pretty small for an adult male cat. i was sooo surprised at how small he was when i first picked him up! he was absolutely terrified when he was at the rescue, to the extent that the director thought he was a feral and they wouldn't be able to keep him, but since my mom and i have a room just for feral cats, we decided to bring him home. surprisingly the same night we brought him home, i was sitting on the cushions in that room and he came right up to me for some attention! he was hit by a car and his tail was broken in three places, and he has a red spot in the iris of his eye that's probably from that as well although it doesn't seem to affect his eyesight too much if at all. he has a lot of stuck shed on his butt and won't let me get it off (very rude!). he also has bald spots due to scarring around his ears due to having untreated earmites for a long time, so his ears look a little weird, but he's a sweet boy even if he's still scared of... basically everyone but me
ducky - i don't have a good estimate for his age, but he's probably around 10 months old! he's pretty small, and has moderate cerebellar hypoplasia (underdevelopment of the part of his brain responsible for coordination and movement) so he isn't able to walk by himself very much but he gets around very awkwardly and has to have help with the litterbox (he can go by himself but makes a mess). he was found abandoned in a parking lot, in a cardboard box together with his sister who unfortunately didn't make it :( he's an absolute sweetheart though and loves being held! he does really well with car rides, and came to work with me and my mom basically every day when we were working at the rescue! we also have a little backpack we can take him for walks in when the weather is nicer, but it's too cold now sadge
jupiter - she's probably about 8 months old, and when we first got her she had a pretty bad eye infection and a broken paw! we really thought she was going to lose the eye that was infected, but it didn't end up needing to be removed. even though she can't see out of it now, it doesn't bother her too terribly much! her paw is uncomfortable to walk on even now, but she still happily bats at things with it (it's her preferred paw for slapping, and she likes to stand up and grab things with it as well). we don't know where she came from, or why her paw was broken! her favorite toys are those little plastic spring things, but she's constantly in danger of losing them because the moopys love to steal them specifically from her
lilshit - when we got him, he was a 3week old bottle baby with swimmer syndrome, where his legs were splayed out from under him like he was swimming! we didn't have to do much physical therapy to correct it, and he's doing fine now as a 5-month-ish little terror :3 i don't know much about his lore, but he seems to have been left behind by his mom when she moved the rest of his litter (possibly due to his legs, or possibly she just missed him). HE'S SUCH A VIOLENCE BOY and very rarely purrs for me, but loves my mom sooo much it's so cute (he still attacks her feet tho)
The Meepys - two kittens, about 3 months old! they didn't have anything too terrible wrong with them when we first got them, just some fungal infections on their ears and upper respiratory infections that were easy to treat, but they looked AWFUL and they're like completely different cats now!! they're so big!! they were rescued from the house of a hoarder who had a lot of cats, so they're very social with other cats and i wasn't expecting them to be so people-friendly but they're SO sweet ;0; one of them (small moopy) LOVES to steal food though. when i'm setting out wet food for everybody she'll just lock on target on one single plate and ignore any other plate, even if one gets sat down closer to her
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dnangelic · 5 months ago
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[ from: @phntasmgoria (koyuki) | to: daisuke ]
being a magical girl was never easy. koyuki learned that the hard way: the last thing she'd expected to happen was to lose the one friend she'd truly had to an unfair game she'd been forced to play. and now she had to live with that guilt forever. it wasn't fair that she was expected to continue on with life as if nothing had ever happened.
as if souta was still alive.
being a magical girl was never easy. koyuki still had people to help, day after day, gathering as much candy as possible to stay out of last place. fail, and be eliminated. fail, and die.
as she placed a small yowling kitten in his sniffling owner's arms, koyuki caught something move out of the corner of her eye. with a dash, she followed the movements, spotting a boy around her age, struggling to carry his bag. strange. why would a kid be out this late at night? it's dangerous!
"hey!" koyuki called out, approaching the boy. her expression showcased her worry. "do you, umm.... need some help with that? you should be getting home, it's late." the pot calling the kettle black. she ignored her hypocrisy in the name of justice.
@phntasmgoria
why ... did things end up like this ?! the sculpture he's stolen tonight wasn't exactly heavy , but it was turning out awkward to bring back home --- all thanks to the fact that it was far taller than the niwa's small stature itself . did dark's form really make that much of a difference ?! it was frustrating , troublesome ; nothing could be done when he had already gotten away from the police and changed back to make his short trek home , but to hear his other self's own combination of teasing , grinning mockery and occasional nagging scold in his mind made things that much worse .
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' geeze , lay off already , dark ... ! i'm not going to let it fall ... ! ' he hisses this out as he tries not to let the thin , see-sawing frame in his arms touch the ground , the top of the artwork beginning to peek out and undress from what cloth he's covered it up with as he took each forward step . fine jewels and luxurious materials glint attractively in the moonlight , nothing short of a masterpiece ... it's here too that the boy's shoulders jump and he turns about in an instant , shocked to hear someone calling out for him , then just as stunned to see another person approach .
' huh ?! ' uh oh . not good .
daisuke's flush is immediate . his clutch on the artwork too tightens , shoulders raising high as his muscles tensed , ready to make a run for it . ' m-me ? me ? uh , no ! i'm fine ! i'm not carrying anything important ! y-you must be talking about somebody else , right ? ' it's an awful series of lies . she hasn't even asked , not to mention they were the only two roaming the streets like this , at this time of night .
daisuke nevertheless takes his steps backwards , sweat beading at his temples despite the blatantly troubled smile on his face , the rest of him desperate to hide the impossible , something sticking out from every awkward angle no matter how he tried to turn or hide the artwork behind his back . ( you're going to get us busted ! big time ! hurry the hell up and pull it together , daisuke ! ) ' w-what i meant was , i-i'm heading home ! right now ! thanks for worrying , but everything's okay here ! you shouldn't be out here so late either ! '
and picking up his pace , shouting a little as he nearly trips on the raise of the rock-road's stones , the great phantom thief tries to make his not-so-great escape for the second time this night .
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mortemhq · 6 months ago
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MERLIN'S BEARD, LUCY WEASLEY (JESSICA ALEXANDER), IS THAT YOU? it’s been so long – i thought you might’ve been dead! i mean, you never know in times like these. well, it’s good to have you back in the fight. come on now, there’s no time to waste – we need you to re-enter the fray within the next 48 hours, or else i fear all might be lost. don’t let us down – the world is counting on you. [ NOTE ... ] one slot for lily potter's wanted connection for girl gang members is now taken. three slots remain open.
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[ she/her, cis woman ] greetings to all of our listeners! we start today’s potterwatch with a long-awaited update on lucy amara weasley who was finally spotted alive just last night, wandering the streets of london. for those of you who haven’t tuned in before, they are a 24 year old pureblood witch who is oddly reminiscent of learning when to swallow your rage & when to keep it close by just in case, little girls weren't made for war and yet it is all you know, a pretty smile coated red with eyes that calculate every move, the eerily calm silence before a raging storm ensues, the weight of the world has never felt more heavier on your shoulders, which makes sense considering their ambitious, protective, loyal, destructive, cruel, and argumentative nature. you might know of them as the biological child of audrey weasley & percy weasley, and we’re sure that their family will be relieved to hear they’re safe and sound — or at least as much as you can be, in times like this. to all our listeners, if you catch a glimpse of someone who looks a bit like that muggle jessica alexander, that’s them. before approaching, please be aware that they’re rumored to be affiliated with the order of the phoenix, so best proceed with caution. these are dangerous times we’re living in. well, thanks for tuning in, folks. we’ll play ourselves out with song freefall by rainbow kitten surprise. [ courtney, 26, she/her, aest ]
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teenageread · 8 months ago
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Review: Into the Wild
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Synopsis:
For generations, four Clans of wild cats have shared the forest according to the laws laid down by their warrior ancestors. But the ThunderClan cats are in grave danger, and the sinister ShadowClan grows stronger every day. Noble warriors are dying-- and some deaths are more mysterious than others. In the midst of this turmoil appears an ordinary house cat named Rusty . . . who may turn out to be the bravest warrior of them all.
Plot:
Rusty was an orange tabby kitten who dreamed of adventures. Sure his life was great, got to sleep in all the sunny spots of the house, food was always available, and a human was willing to now and then give him all the pets he deserved. Yet, Rusty knew he wanted more out of life, so one day in the garden he decided to go into the forest where he met the wild cats. Frightened, yet able to hold his own, the leader of the ThunderClan invites Rusty to join the clan, the first time an outsider has ever been invited to. In exchange, Rusty must give up the life he currently has, even his name. Joining the ThunderClan, Rusty is now known as Firepaw, an apprentice in training to be a great warrior. Learning his way around the clan, Firepaw begins to worry about ThunderClan, as their neighbors of ShadowClan begin to trespass in their territory, claiming they need more room. With the death of the deputy sends ThunderClan into chaos, Firepaw and his friends, Ravenpaw and Graypaw, must work together in protecting their clan, find out the truth behind the problem, and work together to go from apprentices to real warriors, dedicated to the life of their clan.   
Thoughts:
Welcome to the world of cats! If you do not enjoy cats then this book is not for you, as from page one till the end, Erin Hunter tells us about this magical world of warrior cats, and what is happening in our forest. Hunter begins giving us a vivid world, full of details and locations, all from the eyes of our kittypet Rusty/Firepaw. Our story took place in a third person point of view following Firepaw around as he joined ThunderClan and began making his way around this wild world. This allows readers to learn the dynamics of the world along with Firepaw, and learn new things throughout the novel to develop the world. Despite this being the first novel in a series, Hunter ended it to be a stand alone novel, allowing readers the choice to continue on with the series, or stop here with a few loose ends but with a fully developed story of Firepaw going from apprentice to warrior. The difficult part of this novel, and a lot of fantasy, is keeping track of all the characters and their ridiculous names, as all characters ended with a suffix of -paw, -star, -heart, -claw, and some more silly ones. Hunter writing was also not the strongest, keeping to the cat theme really hard, using words like meowed and purr, but also made the cats act more human like in the way they formed clans and had strong interactions with each other. Or maybe my cat is weird because she hates everything and everyone. THis is a fun book though, about cats having great adventures in the outdoors, a story of friendship and finding one's place in society. Hunter does a fantastic job at developing characters that we as readers can root for, and dislike, while keeping the plot moving and developing in what can become someone's favorite series.  
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absentlyabbie · 1 year ago
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@iha-etscho0l genuinely, @vaspider is entirely correct that your six year old outdoor cat has undoubtedly been less fine than you realize, and as you clearly at least partly know and acknowledge, it is entirely luck that nothing truly awful has happened to your cat yet.
the "yet" is key and inescapable. I had a glance at your blog and saw that you feel this intensity about keeping cats indoors and only outdoors for short, supervised excursions is not caution but paranoia.
as the old saying goes, it isn't paranoia if they really are out to get you.
i'm not exactly holding out hope of convincing you, but my stories in this post are not unique. as a quick scroll through the notes will plainly demonstrate, it's in fact the opposite.
i'm not rattling chains and shouting into bullhorns about maybes and hypotheticals. what i've shared here is what i've seen and experienced, personally, directly, and with painful, scarring intimacy.
i was light on certain details in my original post because it hurts to recount, was traumatizing to experience, and can be traumatizing just to read about. but just to try to relate to you that the danger is real, and imminent, and almost inescapable for outdoor cats, even yours, i'll go into some specifics.
(this will be difficult to read and some descriptions will be graphic. scroll by if you're not up for that right now):
one of the first times i went outside to find the carport and driveway dotted with kitten corpses thanks to one of the local packs of wild and half-feral dogs, almost every one of the kittens died, their bodies shaken and broken and loose-limbed where they hadn't already gone stiff, fur matted from the mouths of the dogs and spotted with blood, on bodies that fit in one or two of my hands. the dogs weren't hungry, it was sport. they rolled in, chased the kittens and caught them up in their teeth, violently shook them to death, dropped them and moved on.
every single one of the kittens i wanted to call mine, take away with me and make an indoor cat when i could move out on my own again, every one of them died first. including shadow, who died in the incident above, and princess, who got old enough to be spayed and close to a year in age and just... vanished. but because we'd had large birds of prey circling in the few days before, we do know what happened to her. she was a survivor of another shaken-to-death batch, one i'd actually managed to find tiny and terrified in the bushes at the edge of the property. i roamed the property and nearby area for almost three weeks, calling for her, heartbroken, hoping maybe, maybe i'd get lucky somehow one more time and find her again, safe, but afraid.
it's probably for the best i never found princess, considering how i found simon, one of her cousins and agemates. he vanished in the shaking-death incident princess survived... only i found him more than a week later, and the dogs hadn't just shaken him to death. [warning: graphic] i found him behind a bush far closer than i would've imagined. found the half of him left, anyways. he looked almost pristine from the ribcage up. only, there was nothing below, and i remain scarred and on the verge of panic and being sick every single time i remember how i turned my head, and finally found him--at exactly the right angle to see directly into his perfectly intact but empty ribcage. i am trembling and holding back tears typing this now, and it's been more than 10 years.
there was ninja, the tiny black kitten who didn't live nearly long enough, because he was snake bitten only a day before my folks were scheduled for a trip away. which meant i was alone with him, desperately trying to comfort him in a little cardboard box inside the house, hoping against hope he'd somehow get better. but of course he didn't. i kept the little box he was in by my bed and in the scant hours i slept, he died.
another kitten who died so, so small... i can't even remember her name now. she was a pretty little fluffy tortie, and we named her something elegant, refined. she died in my lap, wrapped in a towel, as i tried to get her to take a little water from a dropper, overwhelmed by the respiratory infection that ravaged her and took out a third of her littermates too.
there was the sweetest little boy kitten, we hurt too much by then to name him, but he was so fluffy and soft and the color of a toasted marshmallow. he was affectionate and playful and so very friendly. a survivor of another attack by another pack of dogs or coyotes. this was a lot closer to the end, and we kept the garage door up about six inches to let the current kittens and their mama shelter in there in case of danger. my mother was especially "paranoid" with the kittens in the garage that they'd get up in the undercarriage or wheel wells of the car or van, and we always carefully accounted for every one of them before we left, to avoid tragedy. only, i was sick that day, and it was early, and they were late for church. every other one of them was accounted for, and mom checked every bit of the vehicle she could get any kind of view on so thoroughly, called for the "babies" in that high-pitched tone that always brought them running, and the little marshmallow boy never turned up. they were running quite late by then, but my mom, still so worried, stood out at the edge of the carport to watch as her husband rolled very slowly out of the garage--just in case, just in case. and it happened so fast. the car inched forward, and that little marshmallow of a kitten tumbled out of the wheel well right in front--and went immediately under the tire. crushed to death as my mother stared in horror. she could hardly speak the rest of the day.
you have been lucky. you have been so lucky none of these things has happened yet to your cat, that you've not been out in the dark, voice run ragged calling for her and getting no answer, no sign of her, for hours, days, weeks. so lucky she hasn't come home with a sudden, unexpected infection and rapidly declined, sick and weak and spinning circles and unable to control her bladder, pus oozing out of an ear and smelling unbelievably foul as you hold her wrapped in a towel on the way to the vet so she can go gently to sleep and not hurt anymore.
(that happened to me, too. tux, a black and white boy so big and tough, one of three that survived to adulthood, one who'd survived all the dogs and other predators, who survived a nasty spiderbite that left a pit in his face. the smell lingers in my memory.)
i genuinely, truly hope none of this ever happens to your cat. i really, really do, but the odds are not in her favor and are in fact stacked deeply against her.
the one (ONE) cat who survived those years of trauma (one of the mamas, mean for years until we finally caught and spayed her) has been an outdoor cat and survived more than ten years, learning to love my mother and trust her and enjoy what comforts can be provided. and she's still lived with terror and pain and sickness, every bit of which wouldn't have happened to her as an indoor cat. that cat is made of fear, "paranoia" except the kind that is horribly well-founded. she is so sweet, and so constantly afraid of everything, because she has to be to keep living.
i still am not really holding my breath that any of this will convince you, if you do even read it. but i hope if nothing else, my words and what i've been through stay with you, and you think on them, think on them hard, and make a careful, considered decision about what's best for your cat, what will give her the better, happier, healthier, safer, and longer life, without all the fear and horror and pain and illness.
i certainly can't predict even then what decision you'd make. i obviously have an outcome i'd hope for, but even with a long and measured think on it, you may never change your mind. all i can possibly ask is you hear what i and so many others have seen, heard, experienced, and witnessed, and you give it some weight and some time to think.
i truly wish your girl the best of luck. for every day she roams outdoors, she will need it.
i'll tell you what converted me to being all-in on keeping cats indoors only:
living for a year and a half in a rural area with a sudden feral cat colony explosion on the property.
i moved in with my folks for a bit and at that time, one (1) stray cat mama had taken up residence on the property, but was too feral to let my mother anywhere near her. but especially after she brought three kittens around, mom fed her and the kittens in hopes they'd grow trusting enough she could catch for spay and neuter at the minimum. momcat stayed mean and hella wary, but the kittens would hang around a little nearer and play with my mom via long stick, but still wouldn't come close enough to touch or catch.
unfortunately, two of the three kittens were girls and started having kittens of their own before further progress was made, shortly after i moved in. and that was pretty much instant doom.
there were so many kittens. SO MANY. multiple litters. every time we turned around, more kittens.
we fed them. we hunted for and located the kittens every time anywhere on the property and would move them to a repurposed doghouse anytime a mama cat had them somewhere else, so that they could grow up human-socialized and we could spay/neuter them when they were old enough. (also it was a handy tactic to push the issue of the mamas getting more used to/trusting of us themselves. only really worked with one of them, though.)
and we watched them die.
we watched litter after litter of kittens never make it to the age they could be spayed or neutered. the moms stayed, for the longest time, too skittish to more than briefly touch, much less catch and crate for a vet visit.
it sounds like a silly joke to say i have kitten-related ptsd, but i absolutely do.
too many goddamn times i'd walk out of the garage and find the carport and gravel drive strewn with tiny bodies. others simply went missing, never to be found.
one in particular, i wish i hadn't found, and the visual literally haunts me still, almost a decade later.
i saw so many kittens die of snake bite, spider bite, wild dogs, birds of prey, hit by cars, respiratory illness, covered in fleas and eyes crusted with infection.
and we loved them all. scrimped for antibiotics if the vet could be convinced to give it to us despite our being unable to bring them in. bought flea collars and ointments. we cared for them and fed them and petted them and played with them, brushed their fur and cleaned up their little faces, put ice in their water in hot summer, rigged a heating lamp in their house in the winter.
and they died. horribly. that property is pocked with unmarked graves of kittens and cats.
all the best intentions, not enough resources, and it didn't matter anyways because the population went from three to almost twenty (at times, over thirty) in the blink of an eye.
they died and died and died. our hearts broke over and over again. the stress and anxiety wore us down like sandpaper. i think, by the end of it all, we managed to find less than 10 of them all homes, including batman the disabled kitten i found a home across the country through tumblr.
it was carnage and tragedy, frankly. and we were helpless.
it only ended because they started dying faster than they could be born, and because we finally caught the two remaining mom cats in traps and got them spayed.
the points about outdoor cats being invasive predators devastating to local wildlife populations is true and valid and important.
but i know cat people, and cat people who don't know better than to let cats outdoors. what matters to you is the cat itself, generally. the cat being happy and taken care of.
keeping cats outdoors, letting them outdoors, is not taking care of the cats. it's not protecting them. it's not giving them any happiness or invigoration that couldn't be provided to them as indoor-only pets with just a little research and effort.
they die. they get ill. they get hurt. they're at risk of predators, and cars, and disease, and carelessly cruel children and deliberately cruel adults. they're at risk of disappearing on you because someone else saw a cat outdoors and intervened to give it a better, safer life not in conflict with the local environment.
and if that offends and angers you that someone would just take a cat they saw roaming outdoors, even collared, and that it sounds like i'm endorsing that, i am, but not if you intervene and be that person yourself for your own cat.
if what matters to you is doing right by your cat because it's family and a living creature whose happiness and health and safety is important to you,
keep them indoors. not part time. always. exclusively.
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