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crepes-suzette-373 · 1 year ago

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One Piece Magazine Reiju short story

I recently bought One Piece Magazine to read the Reiju short story. I don't know how to share this experience other than just straight up translating the whole thing, but it was utterly hilarious chaos with the brothers trying to cook and it just ended up being a disastrous mess.

I'll give a summary, I guess...

Reiju and her brothers went to another kingdom for a diplomatic discussion, but once they were done, the Germa ships that were supposed to pick them up got delayed by the weather. The bros can't wait so they demand the locals to be given a ship.

Niji/Yonji: "Oh good, they understand. So we don't have to steal a ship."

Well, they did tell the people that Germa will compensate them, but still.

And yeah, the guys were so hungry that they were like "Even though royals shouldn't do menial things like cooking, we're dying of hunger here so it can't be helped."

All writers apparently agree that Niji misses Sanji like an utter dumbass because in the kitchen he out of nowhere says "Didn't we used to have a younger brother called Sanji who likes to cook?"

Yonji says "Yeah, he was kind of lame" and Ichiji says there's been wanted posters of him being spread around.

(Edit: I saw another post saying that the one who brought up Sanji first is Ichiji. To be fair, in the actual text there's no dialogue tags indicating who was talking. It's definitely not Yonji, because it specified "younger" brother. I personally read this as Niji because the sentence was more informal-sounding)

Based on the info they got, Reiju is aware of Sanji's history with Baratie and the Straw Hat crew, and thinks that because he's listed as just a cook on the wanted posters and not "fighter/combatant", he's probably still not much stronger than before.

Ichiji found some pork, labelled to be from Broc Coli. Reiju mentioned that Broc Coli specialises in pig farming and the pigs have been selectively bred to improve the meat quality. Ichiji commented "Oh, it's similar to our lineage factor modification, then", but then the next second he suddenly gets mad about it himself, throws the meat to the ground and was like "How could pigs compare to our Vinsmoke royal family."

Reiju: "You brought it up yourself out of nowhere though? :/"

Ichiji is grumpy and wants to go fishing instead. With the Raid Suit. Don't know how, wasn't explained, maybe he Sparking Valkyrie'd the fishes.

Niji wants to make chocolates, but had a meltdown because the recipe calls for cooking/confectioner's chocolate. He was like "Why?? do you?? need chocolate?? to make chocolate??? If the chocolate is already there I'll just eat that directly???"

(Note: It's not making cake or brownies or anything, it's making something along the lines of chocolate truffles or milk chocolates or other forms of chocolate that isn't just straight up dark chocolate/confectioner's chocolate. He's confused because the final product is still just "chocolate")

Yonji wants to make bread because it looks easy. Reiju decided to try to make something too, and wanted to make tamagoyaki (Japanese rolled omelettes) because she remembered reading about it in a story book with Sora before.

Reiju's logic: "If a penguin (in the story book) can cook, then even a beginning like me can do it." (so much for Reiju being the rational one)

Yonji starts shouting for help. His bread is a goopy mess and is a total failure. Apparently he didn't add the yeast because the recipe says 3g of yeast, and that's almost 0, so he didn't add any. Reiju tells him to make sure to follow the steps properly.

Ichiji comes back with a giant fish, and is asking for poison check. No poison, so Reiju left him to cut the fish.

Yonji is still having trouble, and he says he had added the ingredients properly this time. The dough is still gloopy and will not firm up even after kneading. Reiju said that maybe because of the exoskeleton, their skin are too cold for the fermentation process to start activating.

Yonji is grumpy and asks if this means he can't make bread. Reiju suggest using hot water to warm his skin, but he's already really disgruntled and says that it's so lame that they have to rely on microorganisms to make bread (well, at least he knows yeast is microorganisms, not just another type of flour).

(Note: This part really does not sound right to me, honestly. Maybe this was just meant to show that Reiju and Yonji have zero knowledge in cooking, but bread dough not firming up and gloopy is usually not related to yeast or fermentation, but the gluten. Most cases that I know of are either caused by adding too much water, not enough kneading, the flour itself is not suitable for bread, or even the dough being over fermented. I've never heard of sticky dough problems being caused by hand temperature.)

(Edit: I've discovered that Japanese bread making guides do mention temperature affecting the dough, but it's nevertheless because of the gluten and not the yeast. This one might a goof on the author's side.)

Ichiji gave up fileting the fish because there's bones everywhere. he dumped all the dead fishes he caught back to the sea. Yonji gave up trying to make bread and tossed the failed dough away (and also threw away Reiju's egg attempt even though it was fine :/). Niji can't find any chocolate, so he has nothing.

They can't do anything except wait until they reach Germa and then just go "AAAAAAA FOOODD" (well, they act cool in front of the servants, but still).

Reiju herself showered and got cleaned up first before going to eat. Seeing the poisoned stonefish served, she wondered how normal chefs handle the poisonous ingredients and so she went to the kitchen to ask.

There was a young cook on cleaning duty that immediately panics, but then a senior cook named Beryl came out to answer her questions. Reiju says old lady Beryl has been there for a very long time, even before the kids were born.

Beryl explains that to treat the armoured stonefish to make it safe to eat is to let it swim in a tank with Ruby Wakame seaweed. The seaweed will absorb the toxins and after 3 weeks, the fish will change from purple to blue, and this indicates that the toxins is completely gone and it will be safe to eat.

An easier method would be to just skin the fish and take out the poisonous organs, but fish skin is a delicacy, and so the chefs would do this so they can serve cuts of the fish with the skin attached.

Reiju makes a comment that cooking must be very hard because her brothers are all picky eaters (not just Niji, apparently), but Beryl says she and the other chefs are happy to adjust the prep to make the food palatable to the boys.

"Ichiji-sama dislikes green vegetables, but if you chop it up finely and mix it with meat dishes such as hamburg steaks, he will eat it without noticing."

Reiju: Is he a toddler?

(Note: Dunno if this is a universal thing, but it's a Japanese thing that when toddlers hate vegetables, the parents would chop up vegetables and put it in meatballs or the toddler's other favourite food so that they can get the vegetable nutrients even though the child dislikes the vegetable's taste)

"Niji-sama dislikes things with complex seasonings, so things like the sauces and such has to be made to be very simple to the utmost extent."

Reiju: That's dumb.

"Yonji-sama doesn't like food with dry texture, but if it's served to him when he gets hungry between meal times, he'll usually eat it."

Reiju: Is he a dog?

(Note: There is a section where Reiju muses that the cooks "safeguards" their meals just like how "Germa 66 protect peace". What peace? In the main series they're fine with siding with whoever, as long as they get paid. This comment doesn't make sense unless maybe she was being ironic/sarcastic here.)

Reiju apologised for bothering the cooks at this time, and Beryl then lets slip that Sanji has been to the kitchens often. When Reiju presses further, eventually Beryl reveals that Sora likes to make desserts often. Sora would say that she hoped to someday be able to cook together with her kids.

Hearing this Reiju briefly fantasised baking together with her mother and Sanji. Knowing it's just idle fantasy, though, she thanks Beryl for telling her all these and helping her appreciate cooking more.

Reiju thinks of Sanji and reevaluates her opinions on him. He's not "just" a cook. People's lives are basically in the hands of the cook, especially on long voyages at sea. She is glad that him having a place as a ship's cook means that he's found good friends who rely on him and trust him.

She then transforms, and uses her ability to suck out the poison from the fish, saying that the cooks are welcome to ask her for help to take out the poison if they need to cook with the stonefish.

#one piece #vinsmoke family #vinsmoke brothers #vinsmoke #vinsmoke siblings #ichiji #niji #yonji #vinsmoke ichiji #vinsmoke niji #vinsmoke yonji #germa 66 #reiju #vinsmoke reiju

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wings-of-ink · 22 days ago

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Anon Ask response below! Very slight chapter 5 "spoiler" info too.

I thought I'd respond this way since I've rather liked being able to respond in chunks throughout the ask! ^_^

I saw the ask about bear related nicknames for Oswin, and I imagined my own MC (Winfred, I had mentioned him before) trying to call him any of that. But it doesn't work for him. Mostly because Winfred is taller and broader than Oswin, so if anything, Winfred resembles a bear more. A teddy bear, perhaps, given how sweet and kind he is, but a bear nonetheless.

I remember your Winfred! I love that, lol. So Oswin can be the honey to Winfred's bear?

Also, on a similar line of thought, I always think it's hilarious but very cute how protective the group is of my MC. Because, sure, Winfred is in a terrible unfair situation. But they don't know that at the beginning (except for Oswin), and my MC surely doesn't look weak nor frail. So it's funny to read how they all want to protect him so much. Yet, it's also so endearing. Winfred is such a sunny kind of character, I do imagine he is hard not to love.

That is adorable. They are all convinced that no matter how someone appears, they deserve a hand up when faced with troubles. Zahn is like an angry kitten putting on a brave face for Winfred, lol.

Speaking of love (I know I'm rambling at this point, sorry), I am heartbroken for Winfred. Because he used the chance to confess his feelings, and Oswin stopped him. And I don't know how Winfred would process that. Not entirely at least.

I've seen that theme in a few asks. I completely feel that, it's valid for MC's to feel heartbroken or rejected. It'll play out though and on the way home, Winfred will get to figure out how he feels about that.

For one, I know he won't force the topic again. He is understanding that Oswin needs time to tell him everything, so he'll understand he doesn't have to speak about love with Oswin just yet. However, I do imagine he could end up feeling resigned. In the sense he would interpret Oswin refusal not as Oswin feeling guilty about being loved by him, but rather as a declaration of an obvious fact: Oswin doesn't love him (which we know it isn't true, but Winfred doesn't know that). And since my Winfred's heart is wholly devoted, entirely and irrevocably owned by Oswin... It means Winfred probably would accept he'll never experience romantic love.

Awe, he's really going to go through it then. That is sweet, and it sounds to me like they sort of love in the same deep way.

Now, this is tragic and all, but I do imagine a funny scenario where Winfred —convinced Oswin doesn't, can't and will not ever love him— will try to find a partner that could make Oswin happy. Assuming Winfred survives, of course. Mostly because Winfred loves Oswin so much, that he prefers to see him happy with someone else than miserable. And maybe, if Oswin finds someone to love, then if Winfred died he would not feel as much pain, or at least would have someone to support him... I realize this stopped being funny to turn sad, guess I'm too fond of angst to stop myself.

LOL It's a sweet notion even if there is an underlying sadness to it! Oswin would be so torn up about that too.

In any case, I know you released chapter 5 recently. But I feel I need more and want to read chapter 6 as soon as possible. Especially so because the conclusion of chapter 5 shattered my expectations of how the story was going to go. I expected the journey to last until MC found a cure, not that they would return home. And that's not taking about the magic stuff that's going on. There is so much to learn about this world, and I'm hooked.

I miiiight have an outline going already.... :D I am really excited to write it too! I need to make some corrections to chapter 5 of course still, but I can't help but outline 6 to satisfy the "itch." The trip home is just to re-group though, so never fear, Winfred will be off to find answers again after a plan is made. I'm glad you love learning more about the world too, because there's some really fun info coming up! ^_^

Of course, don't pressure yourself. And remember to drink water too.

No worries! I'm making sure to take pretty good breaks before I really get into writing like normal. Winter is a very sleepy time for me and I know my limits. When I feel the spark, I poke around in my documents though. And I always have my water thermos at the ready!

Have a nice day!

You too my dear! Thank you for stopping by and sharing your thoughts! ^_^

#god cursed if #asks #gc ro oswin #adventure!

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carlyraejepsans · 1 year ago

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Given that the winter clock dialogue shows Flowey on the surface living with Frisk and their found family (unsure of actual living arrangements but assuming he lives with Frisk and Toriel), how do you think a REAL "yes, I used to be Asriel" conversation would come about?

The winter dialogue does have Toriel acknowledge him as "Asriel", but she was black-out drunk at the time so her thought process/memory in this case is debatable.

She has at least noticed key similarities between Asriel and Flowey, but even if she knows the truth there's nothing to suggest she's brought it up while sober.

I'm more interested in the prospect of a thoughtful conversation between the two after the fact. It seems kind of inevitable if Flowey is spending the rest of his life on the surface, but how would it go?

Would an uncomfortable Flowey have to deal with an emotional reunion? Would Toriel have a better understanding of his boundaries due to more recent shared experiences? How shocked would she be that a part of her first ever child was with her once again?

I'm absolutely positive that she would share custody with Asgore after it's out in the open, even if she isn't completely comfortable with it. Not sure how Sans would feel about things since it's pretty clear he's killed before, but a judge can't really do their job without the whole truth. Maybe he'd be willing to hear him out?

not sure where you're getting the "they're co-living and it's canon" from, flowey isn't shown to be living with toriel, neither is frisk mentioned in any of the dialogues. I'm assuming the implication here is that frisk IS the reader, and that ambiguity allows for both the "i want to stay with you" and "i have places to go" endings. we know flowey's not secluded to the RUINs anymore as was his original plan, and we know he's kept in contact with papyrus, who's trying to introduce him to the others (although unsuccessfully so far), but nothing more than that.

as for toriel, I don't think her calling him asriel was either intentional or rational. I think it was a subconscious expression of the ""true"" reason she's holed herself up in the RUINs trying to save the fallen humans. if a froggit happened to hop by at that moment, she would've done the same to it.

flowey/asriel reveal, huh? hm... let's see. to be honest, i don't think flowey would ever come clean about either his identity or his crimes to anyone else, especially not his old family. not of his own volition, that is. i could see some kind of indiscretion happening that causes him to reveal it on accident, but he would bolt it out of there as soon as he realized his cover was blown. he doesn't like confronting his issues! subsequent conversation attempts with him would be extremely emotionally immature and hard to get through, as the situation would temporarily undo some of his progress after leaving the underground as a trauma response. toriel... wouldn't be doing well either. super messy situation. no one is happy with this

the custody thing is really funny to me. mostly because i find the idea of trying to explain to a lawyer that you need to amend your divorce settlement bc you didn't know you had an undead son absolutely hilarious. but also because flowey would go out of his way to contradict it and do whatever he wants out of spite

#undertale #flowey #answered asks

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sirfrogsworth · 1 year ago

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Mounjaro's Revenge: The Inevitable Adventures of Froggie, Chapter Unknown

I keep saying I can't leave the house without having some kind of adventure. And I really thought I was going to have a quick, uneventful doctor's visit with my monthly checkup this past Wednesday. I'd go in, they'd check the box Medicare requires every month, and I'd come straight home.

But adventure seeks me out. I can't seem to escape its grasp. And, yes, sometimes I like having adventures. They give me something to write about. And sometimes they are fun memories. But sometimes adventures just make me tired. And not all adventures are positive.

For the past 3 weeks I have been on the second dosage amount of Mounjaro. Unlike the Ozempic, I have had a few issues with side effects. Roughly 48 hours after my injection, I get sick to my stomach and feel pukey. It lasts for about two hours. I either vomit and lose the urge or I hold it in and it fades. I am then compelled to take a nap.

Considering the weight loss and glucose control, getting sick for an hour or two per week isn't a huge deal. There is a good chance I will get used to the medication as time goes on, but even if I don't, I am okay with this consequence.

My injection day was Tuesday, and based on past experience, I figured I'd have until Thursday morning before I got sick. The past 2 episodes happened at almost identical times, so I figured Wednesday wouldn't be a problem.

But right before my doctor's appointment I started feeling extremely... rough.

Optimistic for no good reason, I was hopeful I could get through the appointment before the urge to vomit arrived.

I get to the office and there are 3 patients ahead of me. This was not a good sign. My doctor tends to overbook and I was probably going to have a bit of a wait. I arrived in the middle of a lively conversation about where to get a good steak in St. Louis. I'm used to waiting rooms being full of quiet and bored people staring at their phones so when I opened the door it felt like the conversation smacked me in the face.

The cast of characters were as follows...

There was an older black man who had the spirit of a kindly grandpa. He seemed nice and wise and was enjoying the steak conversation. Let's call him, Old Guy.

There was an older white fellow who was anxious about the wait time due to having another appointment soon. He was on hold with the other doctor's office trying to delay his appointment time. He was only mildly interested in steak due to that distraction. I already used Old Guy, so... Anxious Guy.

And then there was the steak expert who was leading the conversation. Actually, leading is not strong enough. He was *dominating* the conversation. As I sat down and his visage entered my field of view, I was a bit taken aback.

Do you know how in Star Trek everyone has a mirror universe doppelganger who may look the same, but they usually have personality traits that are reversed?

They are often identified by arch overacting or a change in facial hair.

The steak expert was my mirror universe counterpart. He was of similar age, height, and weight. Same color hair and eyes. He even wore similar clothing.

But he had a goatee instead of a beard. *gasp*

And he wore... sandals. *double gasp*

He had clearly been in a recent transporter mishap.

I mean, I could *never* wear sandals. The world is not ready to handle my nude foot and I find very few sandals have the load-bearing capacity necessary for people my size. You are asking for foot pain if you are over 300 pounds and wearing sandals.

Mirror Froggie was very outgoing and personable, but he had trouble filtering what he said and was often obliviously rude. He clearly thought himself to be hilarious but struggled to make even kindly Old Guy chuckle.

Old Guy said, "I think Longhorn makes a decent steak for the money."

And then Mirror Me's unfiltered response... "Longhorn is shit. You shouldn't eat there. You are wasting your money on shit steak."

"I don't know, I've always enjoyed..."

"I'm telling you, friend, it is shit steak. End of story."

You could tell that made Old Guy feel bad for suggesting what he liked. But he brushed it off and asked for a better suggestion. Mirror Froggie confidently told him of a restaurant called "Sam's" that had "the best steak in town."

Old Guy proceeded to ask Siri to look up Sam's and it took a few tries. He reminded me of my dad fighting with the iPhone and repeating things over and over with increasing volume. I think Old Guy wasn't specific enough as he got the wholesale club on the first few attempts. Finally he said, "SAMMM'S STEAKHOUSSSSE" and found success. Old Guy saw the reviews and some of them were... not great.

But Mirror Froggie was like, "You can't read reviews. They're all liars." And I was questioning why people would take the time to lie about a small St. Louis steakhouse, but whatever. He then said it was because the restaurant was in disrepair and needed new plumbing, but that's why they could sell such amazing steak at reasonable prices.

Theories are less logical in the Mirror Universe. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Anxious Guy got off his phone call and cursed into the void. He missed his other appointment. He interjected with, "Is that Sam's place expensive?" And that sent Mirror Froggie into a long diatribe about the price of meat at different places and his annoyance at steak-related inflation. Soon after, Anxious Guy finally got in to see the doctor. Old Guy was keeping Mirror Froggie busy with conversation, so I just closed my eyes and rested as they discussed the price of oversized shrimp "as big as your fist". I guess they ran out of things to say about steak.

As they were talking I started to get a spidey-sense about Mirror Froggie.

He *needed* conversation.

He *needed* distraction.

His boredom abhors a vacuum.

Whenever there was a lull or silent moment, I could see him getting very antsy. And if Old Guy got called in before Mirror Froggie... I was going to have a problem.

I was feeling sicker by the moment and did not have the bandwidth to help some stranger with his inability to accept boredom.

And... Old Guy was next.

Because, of course he was.

I feel like sitting there with my eyes closed and also not having said a word the entire time was a pretty decent social cue that I was not interested in talking. But Mirror Me decided to poke that notion with a stick in order to find a way in.

He speaks barely above a whisper, "I wish I could sleep in a public waiting room. Not sure how you do that."

"Yeah, I'm not feeling well. Nothing contagious, just very tired."

"Well, if you're sick, I guess you're in the right place, am I right? *long pause* Cuz we're next to a hospital. *short pause* Right?"

Oh great, he's a joke explainer.

Mirror Froggie did not care about my desire to sit in peace while I waited. His foot was anxiously a-tappin' and he was vibrating with energy that needed someplace to go. He tried standing up and walking in circles. And I guess because my eyes were shut he decided to narrate his walking and stretching to keep me informed. That satisfied him for roughly 20 seconds. He sat back down and was clearly struggling to be alone with his own thoughts.

"Hey, friend."

I open my eyes slowly.

"Do you see that magazine next to you? Would you mind handing that to me?"

I thought, "This is good. He's seeking out an alternate source of stimulation. He can read the magazine and I can rest until my turn."

Seriously, brain... where is this optimism coming from? I've been a cynical misanthrope for like 4 years now.

He flips through a few pages. "Look at this. It's got Oprah on the cover. It's got to be good, right? They don't put Oprah on the cover unless it is good, ya know? Though she doesn't look right after losing all that weight. You know what I mean, friend?"

Well, shit.

I didn't give him a distraction, I gave him a conversation starter. Still, I kept my eyes closed in the hopes he would give up.

"Hey, friend."

Crap.

"You want to hear a joke?"

I open my eyes. I'm not getting out of this.

"Sure." as unenthusiastically as I can manage.

He proceeds to tell three jokes all strung together. All of them terrible and none of them coherent enough for me to remember. I gave him complimentary singular chuckles even though two of the punchlines didn't make sense. I think one was about accidentally eating cat food.

"Hey, friend... how'd you like my jokes?"

I jokingly replied back, "Well, you said *a* joke and that was *three* jokes. That wasn't what I agreed to."

He chuckles and I close my eyes again.

"Hey, friend."

Jesus Christ, would someone jingle their keys for this dude?

"Do you want to hear a 'locker room' joke?"

Oh fuck me.

"I... guess?"

There was no way out of this aside from unpleasant confrontation and my energy calculation of that was much higher than just suffering through a dirty joke.

Here it is, as best as I can remember...

"So there is a pirate ship. And the captain has a beautiful daughter who has come aboard. He tells her that the crew hasn't seen a woman in a long time and they aren't safe to be around, so she should keep a razor blade 'down there.' After the voyage he assembles all of his men and instructs them to pull down their pants. Every one of them has had their dick cut off... except for one. The captain goes up to the only one with their dick intact and says, 'Thank you for not deflowering my only daughter. You should be commended for your restraint. And as a reward, I will make you my first mate.'"

I literally cannot type the punchline because it was an unintelligible noise. Basically, Mirror Froggie imitated someone without a tongue trying to speak.

Yeah. That happened.

I could not hide my disdain for this joke and I was feeling too awful to muster up any kind of response. He seemed confused by the absence of laughter from his wonderful rapey body mutilation joke.

"You get it, friend? He lost his tongue because he ate her pussy."

Yes, explaining the joke always helps... friend.

In whatever the opposite of the nick of time is, moments after this stranger said "ate her pussy"... the nurse calls Mirror Froggie in for his appointment.

I would feel relieved, but the Mounjaro side effects were getting worse and the urge to lose the remaining nutritional value from last night's dinner was increasing by the moment. I was next in line, so I was hoping Mirror Froggie didn't take up too much of the doctor's time with horrible "locker room" jokes and dubious steakhouse suggestions.

Roughly 5 minutes later the nurse calls me in to get my vitals. She weighs me and I am down another 3 pounds. That reminded me of why I was suffering this tummy tantrum. My blood pressure was perfect but my pulse was quite high. I was very anxious holding in my stomach contents and I tried to explain, but she asked me to try and relax to lower my heart rate. We compromised when I got it down to 107.

The nurse keeps forgetting that I don't really have a family anymore. And I know she has a lot of patients in and out and they probably all blend together. But she always ends up asking me questions that require me to remind her my parents are dead.

"Did your mom put up the Christmas tree yet?"

I went with, "No tree this year. Too much work."

"Aw, that's too bad. I actually got mine up early this year. You gotta put up a tree for Christmas."

Thankfully her job was done at this point and she abruptly ended the conversation.

Next up, the pee guy.

He has never actually told me what his name is so that is just what I call him in my head.

Every month I have to sacrifice my urine to the gods of Medicare so they know I am taking my meds and not selling them on the mean streets of Spanish Lake. And the pee guy always comes in to collect my sample. The little cup is kept in a white paper bag for discretion. He used to just give you a clear ziplock, and that was a little embarrassing, as everyone in the waiting room could see your pee. I definitely prefer the new white paper bag system.

It could be my lunch or some cookies or a bunch of peanuts.

Who is to know?

The pee guy is a bit of a talker as well. But the nice thing about his conversational style is that you can't get in a word edgewise. If he asks you a question, he'll even answer it for you. This requires very little effort on my part.

"Hey there, Mr. Benjermin!"

(I have noticed Ben-jer-min is a common pronunciation among Black folks in the area. Not sure if that is just a St. Louis thing or not. Perhaps I have a dialectologist follower who knows.)

I wave hello.

"How's it going, Mr. Benjermin!? Good? Good. Just gotta get your sample. Still taking the same meds? (I nod yes.) Okay, just need you to sign here. New Year's is coming up. Gotta be careful not to party too hard. You'll be regretting that. Though you don't look like a drinker to me. (I nod no.) Yeah, you're a good one. You keep it clean. Okay then, Mr. Benjermin. You're all set. Here is your new sample cup for next time."

He replaces my white paper bag with a new white paper bag and leaves the room without me saying a word. And I'm just realizing he asks me if I am a drinker quite a lot. He must sense my teetotaler spirit or something because he always assumes (correctly) that I don't drink. He's just really concerned about me partying too hard.

Finally the doctor comes in.

My doctor is kind, compassionate, and competent. The almost 3 Cs. But he's got a touch of what I call "Boomer-itis." He's on the progressive side of most things but there are a few ingrained sensibilities from that generation he didn't escape. It's mostly harmless. Though he said something sexist in front of a nurse practitioner student during my last visit that made her roll her eyes behind him.

He greets me and I tell him I'm not feeling well from the Mounjaro and that I am still recovering from my trip to Florida. He tells me that a lot of people can get sick for days from these new drugs, so getting sick for an hour or two isn't so bad. I agree, though I really wish I had not gotten sick at the exact time of this appointment. I keep eyeballing the trash can in the corner just in case things go sideways in my tummy.

He asks about my trip to Florida and I predicted that—as I already had photos ready to go on my phone. I scroll through them, showing off amazing cityscapes and mountainous clouds and an orange sunset over a lake—hoping to impress him with my photography skills to no avail. And then he sees Katrina. Now, I am not blind to her attractiveness, but I do sometimes forget how people respond when they see her next to me.

"Oh, wow. She's beautiful!" he exclaims.

I almost felt flattered on her behalf. But then his Boomer-itis starts to kick in. And he repeats, "Yeah, she's *really* beautiful. Just a friend, you said?" His facial expression and tone of voice are like, "You poor thing, you have been friendzone'd." And probably a touch of, "She's out of your league, buddy." I don't know exactly how to describe it, but it is this familiar look of pity and worry. This is usually followed up with a probing question trying to figure out what our "deal" is. Why is it so odd to that generation that a man and woman can earnestly be just friends and perfectly content with that arrangement?

It would be the easiest thing in the world to just say, "She's gay" and that she isn't "out of my league" as she plays an entirely different sport. (Competitive Subaru Ownership?) But my friendship with Katrina is not some consolation prize due to her queerness. I shouldn't have to explain or justify why I'm "just friends" or why I'm not "being led on."

In a worried tone, "So, umm, how'd you two meet?"

There it is.

"She is an artist. I posted some of her work on my website and it was very popular and helped people find her work. She messaged me to say thank you and we were instant friends. 10 years later she's my best friend and very much like family."

Thankfully his pity face evaporated and he finally saw how long-lasting and meaningful this friendship was. But it is a weirdly common obstacle I have noticed whenever people see a fat guy has a conventionally attractive friend.

Friends are great. Friends have been more supportive and beneficial to me than any romantic entanglement I've ever had.

All of my friends are hot and queer and that's awesome.

Note to self: Put that on a t-shirt.

Knowing how difficult it was, he congratulated me on surviving the trip and we wrapped up our appointment quickly. All I have left to do is check in with his assistant, get my prescriptions sent in, and make my next appointment. I can see the finish line, but my tummy is rumbling and I am making contingency plans for the Great Upchuck of 2023™. I'm clocking trashcans with plastic liners. I'm trying to remember where the nearest restroom is. And then I look down at the little white paper bag containing my urine sample cup and think, "Last resort."

Trinica (the competence ninja and my favorite person in the office) is processing my meds and searching the calendar for next month's visit. Shelly is keeping quiet and working on her computer. I start pacing back and forth. I'm not sure what I think that will do, but I think desperation is taking over at this point.

Shelly sees me and asks, "How's that whole disability situation going for you?" She is acting like my best friend now after cursing at me on the phone. I have a feeling she had an unpleasant conversation with my doctor after that episode because she isn't this sweet and nice to anyone.

I give her the update, "Everything is submitted. My lawyer is happy with all of the records we were able to find. It's just a waiting game now. It could be a couple of months but if I have to see a judge it could be over a year."

She commiserates with me about how slow the process can be.

Then, out of fucking nowhere, Mirror Froggie reappears in the little sliding reception window like a jumpscare in a horror movie.

Are you fucking kidding me with this guy?

"Hey Trinica, do you have a business card for the doctor? I want to recommend him to Doug."

Who the fuck is Doug? Are we supposed to know Doug? Is Doug the tongueless pussy-eating pirate who needs medical attention?

Trinica looks in her desk and is unable to find a spare card. So she stops processing my stuff and starts hunting around the office. She has a bad leg so she is slowly limping while searching every desk. I have never wanted to strangle anyone before, but my doppeldouche was really pushing his luck.

At this point I am just staring at the little trash can in the blood-draw room. I can feel the scrambled eggs reversing course through my digestive system.

Trinica finds a fucking card for fucking Doug and fucking Mirror Froggie finally fucks off to bother people that are not me.

Trinica gets me all sorted, I wish everyone a Merry Christmas, and make to the car.

I sit in the driver's seat, and with that unearned optimism, say to myself, "I made it."

For all of you who are squeamish about bodily fluids, you can just pretend this is where the story ends. Everything was fine. I made it home and was happy and comfortable and nothing gross happened. The nausea faded away and I lived happily ever after.

The End.

Thank you for reading this and have a lovely day.

Just scroll on by to the next post!

Okay, so you all probably thought I was foreshadowing a monumental barf.

But foreshadowing is typically subtle. You don't want to give away the ending. Of course this was going to end in barf. The barfing was inevitable. The barf was not what I was *actually* foreshadowing at all.

Did anyone catch what it was?

You know that discrete white paper bag?

The one that could be for peanuts or maybe a sammich and definitely not my urine sample cup?

The last resort?

Look, it's all I had.

I was not going to make it home. I was not going to make it back into the bathroom. No trash bins on the horizon. Nothing in my car.

At first it was just an itty bitty baby barf. A perfect amount to be contained in a flimsy paper bag. I felt a relief wash over me.

"That's all?" still being stupidly optimistic.

But then I made that noise.

That... pre-retch noise.

That one where your head kinda juts forward and your lips make a giant O shape and you make a very specific grunting sound. That sound where if another person hears it, they involuntarily make the same specific grunting sound.

This was when I had one of those movie moments when a character knows they are about to die and they can't do anything about it. And I made this exact face as I waited for the impending doom of a vomitous explosion.

The Great Upchuck of 2023™ commenced.

And it was... intense.

Everything inside my stomach transferred rapidly, furiously, projectile-ly into the bag of foreshadowing.

I mean, I'm pretty much convinced my stomach is a TARDIS because I do not remember ingesting that much food. This sheer volume of barf had to be coming from another dimensional plane.

I could see it staining the sides of the bag as it was clearly not meant for this. When I finished it was barely intact—soggy, if you will. When I was absolutely sure I had ralph'd to completion, my only option was to gently place it on the passenger's side floor (sans floor mats). All I needed was for it to last 5 more minutes on the trip home and then I could dispose of it and pretend this never happened.

Physically I felt such a relief. Sometimes there is this post-puke euphoria where you just feel, well... lighter. Unburdened with no longer having that feeling. Happy it is over with.

I place the key in the ignition and head for home. As I'm driving I can't help but stare at the bag. I can see it mocking me as it changes colors. The exterior was getting... damp. If this were someone else's vomit, I would have been vomiting because of it. Just... so gross.

I get home and park the car. I walk around to the passenger side to begin the extraction process. I pull the trash can close and I have to psych myself up to deal with this horrible hurling happenstance.

And this next part, well... it would be hilarious if it weren't so damned disgusting.

I stare at the bag.

The bag stares back at me.

I take a deep breath and approach the bag.

The bag grins at me.

I gingerly grasp the very tippy-top in an effort to not touch any of the offending material.

I slowly lift up the bag.

And the very instant it reaches just enough height to do the most damage...

The bottom falls out.

If the bag had broken just as I was picking it up, the carnage would have been minimal. Only a small area to clean up. But clearly this bag read the Wikipedia page on air burst nuclear weapons. It knew you get a much more devastating blast radius if you detonate from an elevated position.

A TARDIS worth of partially digested scrambled eggs just pour and splatter and spray onto the floor of my car. It looked like the bag was puking out my puke.

The bag is now dead but I can feel its ghost laughing at me.

I stand there frozen holding the top of this evil deceased white paper bag trying and failing to process what just happened.

I realize I have no idea what to do with this situation. This is something that would usually be followed with, "MOoooOOOoooommmmm! How do I clean up vomit?"

And she would say, "You'll never do it right. I'll clean it up."

And I'd pretend to be like, "Oh no, it's my mess. I could never let you do that for me."

And she'd insist and break out her endless supply of very specific cleaning potions and magics and soon it would be as if the vomit didn't even exist.

So, I guess my question is... do I have to get my car detailed now?

The Actual End.

#long post #the inevitable adventures of froggie #trigger warning #vomit mention #rape mention

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Doctor Who Kinktober Request 🕸️🎃

Sorry in advance, because I’m just an anon here to cause chaos in your life so no rush on this one as I know it’s a big ask okay so…River, Missy, Clara and fem!reader go on a ‘girls night out’ to get away from 12s endless whining - could possibly be a nice space bar. All of the girls get pretty tipsy and decide after a long night of drinking - and suggestive glares - to head home (Could be a shared hotel room rented for the night? Or Clara’s apartment if the bar is on Earth?). Anyway, as they’re about to change into their pjs etc one of them has an idea to…continue the fun sexually, using it as a chance to let off some steam before going to back to their normal lives/travelling with the doctor/whatever else they do. Almost like a sexual sleepover - could play a game with aphrodisiacs e.g. truth or dare with that mini chocolate bar that makes you horny or something similar. Some are more open with their kinks - I hc Missy with some kinda BDSM/dom + sub type stuff, River is v flirty probably likes watching her partner get blushy and a tiny bit infuriated with her (maybe dirty talking Clara? Or reader? With her typical “Hello, sweetie.” line or other flirtatious remarks) or making someone beg like how she made the Dalek beg, and I feel like Clara would have a (receiving) praise kink with how much she likes to be in control. Missy and River (the more confident ones) can be more of the leaders of the group and possibly spark, whereas Clara and reader are maybe the more submissive ones, and take a more gentle approach to romance with each other, or you could swap it round for a bit. You could throw some roleplay in there if you wanted, would be hilarious to have one of them dress up in uniform and mixed reactions from the others (e.g. one laughing their head off, one facepalming, and one really turned on). Each of the characters also could draw the reader out of their shell in different ways e.g. River’s seduction, Missy’s chaos and Clara’s sensitivity. Feel free to add stuff in or take stuff out if you think it fits/doesn’t fit with the characters and how you write them, just try at least for the reader to have some kind of experience/interaction with each of them. Basically a no-boundaries sexual sleepover where they wake up in the morning like it’s a fever dream but none of them regret it.

I actually really enjoy how in depth this request is believe it or not 🤗 I did my best to include most if not all of what you asked me to, sorry if I left anything out or got something wrong. thanks for requesting for kinktober! 💕

(I really hope it was worth the wait! I decided to put multiple dividers instead of my usual two because of how long this is, as I wanted it to feel a little less overwhelming when being read)

Kinktober 2024 Day 4: River Song, Missy/Gomez! Master, and Clara Oswald having a slightly tipsy, sexually explorative sleepover with a fem reader

Warnings: smut/nsfw content, foursome-ish, slight intoxication (just enough for them to be tipsy, they can still consent don't worry), swearing, cunnilingus/oral sex (reader receiving), exhibitionism/voyeurism, some dom/sub dynamics, mistress kink, vaginal fingering (both reader and Clara receiving), praise kink, brief mentioned spanking/impact play, light bondage (handcuffs used), light sensory deprivation (blindfold used), overstimulation, grinding/clothed sex

It was pretty rare that you got free time given how often you joined the Doctor on his adventures. Even when you did happen to have a day off, it was usually spent relaxing and lounging in the TARDIS rather than being out and about.

Recently, however, the Doctor had been extra grumpy for some reason, which prompted both you and Clara to look for fun elsewhere. And who better to turn to when looking for entertainment than the Doctor's wife and the Mistress of Evil themselves?

You contacted Missy via the TARDIS console, to which she very eagerly replied. She promised to pick up both you and Clara in the TARDIS she had of her own (one that she assured you was definitely not stolen from anyone), and River agreed to meet you at a local space bar that she was known to frequent by the locals, managing to score the four of you some free drinks as her contribution to your night out once you got there.

It was difficult for you to remember the last time you had so much fun, especially on a space trip as those usually ended in chaos and you running for your life. Watching River flirt with the bartender in order to acquire another round of free liquor while Missy complained that it would just be easier for her to shrink them with her TCE was a lot more entertaining to you than you'd ever thought. Of course, the ample amount of alcohol in your system certainly didn't hurt matters.

River and Missy were both able to hold their drinks pretty well due to their familiarity with the native cocktails on the planet the bar was located, but you and Clara were more of lightweights, only able to down a few as they started to set in rather quickly. It didn't take long before the two of you became tipsy, giggling over the littlest things as the two other women you were with observed in amusement.

"If I had known you two were going to become drunk so quickly, I would've gotten you something that wasn't quite as strong to start off with," River lightly teased, a twinkle of mischief in her eyes as she brought her cocktail glass up to her lips.

"Now, what would be the fun in that? I think they look adorable just the way they are," Missy replied as she looked over at you and Clara, playfully scrunching up her nose as she grinned in delight at your drunken state.

That only made the two of you start to giggle even more. Clara's cheeks were also starting to look a little flushed, though whether that was from the alcohol in her system or something else entirely remained to be seen.

While you and Clara started to sober up a bit, River and Missy kept drinking until their tipsiness matched yours. There was a certain buzz of electricity in the air that desperately left you wanting more, and you soon found yourself hoping the night would never end.

You could tell the other women must've felt the same judging from the glances that were passed across the table, and the actions that soon followed. Clara bumping into you on occasion as she held onto your hand was normal, sure. And River's foot nudging your ankle underneath the table very well could've been an accident. But when Missy's hand began to lightly graze over your thigh, that's when you knew. They were just as desperate as you were to have some alone time.

"Perhaps we should start heading back for the night," Clara suddenly suggested, her speech slurring a bit.

"Excellent idea, Clara," Missy immediately agreed, seeming eager at the idea of being alone with the three of you. "Shall we go back to your place?"

Clara let out a slight scoff at the question. "And have you crash your TARDIS into my living room because you're too drunk to park it properly? Yeah, no thank you."

"Come on, I know a local inn that we can stay at," River spoke up as she stood, finishing her drink in one swift gulp before leaving a handful of foreign bills behind on the table as a tip.

The four of you were drunken messes as you left the bar, swaying back and forth as you walked. You were thankful River knew of a place nearby for you to stay, because there was no way you trusted Missy to properly pilot the TARDIS in her current state.

When you arrived at the inn, River payed for a large suite the four of you could stay in together, insisting it be on her when you began to protest.

"You already payed for our drinks, you shouldn't have to pay for our room, too."

She waved her hand dimissively at your words. "It's not a problem, sweetie. I already told you I'll take care of it. Besides, you deserve to be spoiled for once." The wink that she gave you afterwards sobered you up to the point of being a flustered mess, something that you tried to ignore since Missy and Clara were with you.

The room was lavish yet cozy, with two massive beds lined up against the wall on one side while several armchairs and couches were placed on the other. You wondered just how much it must've cost to stay in a place this nice, if only for one night.

"These beds are enormous!" Clara exclaimed as she made her way over to the one closest to the door, letting out a sigh of comfort as she flopped down. Clearly she was still being affected by the alcohol in her system at least somewhat.

"Well, it'll be much easier to share them, then," Missy commented as she watched the brunette with a slight smirk, her words holding a slightly suggestive edge.

"I can sleep with Clara," you offered casually before realizing how your words could be taken out of context. "I, uh- I mean, I can share a bed with her. I don't really mind."

Both River and Missy looked as if they were trying to hold back laughter at your Freudian slip, not wanting to make you feel embarrassed by saying anything about it.

"We shouldn't go to sleep yet, I'm not tired," Clara complained as she sat up on the bed, seeming unbothered by your awkward choice of words.

"Well, we could always play a game. Spin the bottle seems like a good way to continue the fun after a night of drinking," River suggested after thinking on it for a moment or so. "Of course, we don't have a bottle, but I might have something on me that we could use-" she muttered while beginning to check her pockets.

"Why don't we play truth or dare?" Missy spoke up, the mischievious grin on her face a dead giveaway that she was up to something.

"Really? Truth or dare?" Clara asked, seeming a bit confused by the choice. You had to agree with her, it did seem a bit tame given that Missy was the one to suggest it.

"Oh, I don't mean normal truth or dare, of course." By this point River had stopped searching through her pockets and was also paying attention. "I meant a more... dirty kind of truth or dare."

No wonder she looked so smug when she first brought it up. There was always some kind of catch with her, as you'd grown to realize over time, so it didn't entirely surprise you. Especially not after the subtle looks and touches that were shared in the bar earlier by you four.

"Why, Missy, I can't believe it. You stole my idea," River joked as she gave Missy a playful nudge, one that was acknowledged by a couple of lighthearted giggles.

"I did no such thing. If you wanted to be the one to take credit for it, you should've said it first." The sexual tension in the room was already starting to become thick and almost stifling, and you hadn't even begun the game yet, though you'd be lying if you said it wasn't enjoyable.

You and Clara shared a look of both apprehension and excitement. Although you knew they'd probably take things slower with the two of you, it was still a bit nerve-wracking knowing how much experience they both had.

Having noticed the look you gave each other, River was quick to reassure the both of you. "Don't worry, we won't do anything too wild tonight. It'll just be a bit of fun."

"Exactly. And what better way to start than with these?" Missy pulled a couple of wrapped chocolate candies out of her pocket. They seemed innocent enough, but knowing her they were probably laced with something.

"What are they?" You questioned while taking one from her, Clara doing the same.

"Oh, they're just a few party favors I picked up," she casually replied, unwrapping one and popping it into her mouth. "Of course, they are aphrodisiacs. I just thought it would add a bit of fun to our game."

River ate one while she spoke, appearing unfazed by their appearance. Either she knew Missy had them or she'd tried something similar to it before, probably both.

"Why don't you try one? They're not overly strong, if that's what you're worried about. The effects start to kick in sometime after the first hour, and they wear off after six."

Usually you'd decline the offer, but the drinking you'd done earlier gave you a surprising boost of courage. Plus, if both Missy and River were taking them, they couldn't be that bad.

Clara watched curiously as you ate one of the chocolates, following suit as she ate one of her own. Nothing immediately happened, but then again Missy did say it took a bit for them to kick in, so you weren't worried.

"Right, so I suppose we should begin playing the game now," Clara said while taking a seat on one of the couches, you sitting down with her while Missy and River each took an armchair. "Who wants to go first?"

You each took turns with truth or dare, either asking each other sexually explicit questions or making overly suggestive dares throughout the game. Despite your earlier apprehension, the excitement you had ended up winning out by the end (it certainly didn't hurt that the chocolate aphrodisiac you took had started to kick in while playing).

"Alright, who's turn is it?" River asked as she sat on the floor, having moved there after being dared by you to give Clara a leg massage a turn before.

"I think it's my turn with Clara," Missy replied with a sly smile, looking as though she had something up her sleeve. "Truth or dare?"

"Hm... dare." Clara had spent most of her turns picking truth, and by this point she didn't know how many more retellings of her past sexual encounters she could give without melting into a puddle of embarrassment.

Missy's smile widened into a grin at her answer. It was as if she somehow knew that's what Clara was going to pick. "Alright, I dare you to come sit in my lap for the next round."

Her eyes widened at that, growing as big as saucers. The brunette looked towards you and River, but you both simply shrugged, as if to say, "You're the one who picked dare".

"Come here, poppet," Missy coaxed in a low and soothing tone as she patted her lap invitingly, almost sounding a little condescending as she beckoned the other woman over. "Come sit with your Mistress."

Clara let out a soft scoff as she stood and walked over, allowing the Time Lady to wrap her arms around her as she sat in her lap.

"I only wish I had one of my vibrators here with me to tease you with," Missy said with a disappointed sigh, one hand resting on Clara's thigh as the other held her waist. Clara herself looked like she was about to combust from all of the teasing. Despite this, she was able to sit still in her lap without incident.

You went back and forth again as you continued to play, River confirming that she once belonged to a swinger's club with her truth while Missy told the best way to properly tame a brat with hers.

When it reached her turn to ask you, you saw her eyes light up with glee. You picked dare just like Clara had, which only seemed to make them sparkle with mischief even more. "I dare you to go find something sexy in the TARDIS to try on, and it has to be a costume of some sorts."

Great, Missy clearly had some sort of humiliation kink where she got off on your pain and suffering. Why did that not surprise you?

"I can go help you look," Clara offered as she went to stand, only to be pulled back down onto Missy's lap.

"I don't think so, pet. You're sitting with me until your next turn, remember?" She playfully wagged her finger in the other girl's face. "No cheating. You have to play by the rules."

"I'll go with you, sweetie," River said casually as she stood, expecting nothing less from Missy and her possessiveness.

Nodding your head, you agreed with her, just happy you didn't have to go out there by yourself.

The TARDIS wardrobe gave off the impression of a large chasm filled with clothes, like a vast and never-ending closet factory. You supposed in a way it almost was.

"Here we are. We'll try this, okay?" River pulled out a Victorian type dress that had so many frills and poofs you thought you might get lost in them all.

"Do I have to?" You whined, already knowing the corset that went with it would be a pain to get on and off.

"Unless you want Missy to come in here and choose for you." Her words shut you up instantly. With your luck, you'd get put in some sort of skimpy maid outfit, and you weren't sure if you were ready to debut that kind of outfit in front of three other people.

"Fine," you huffed while beginning to strip yourself of your current clothing. Until River's hands moved to stop you, that is.

"Do it slower," she commanded in a soft yet firm tone, her eyes trained on you as the outfit you came searching for was momentarily forgotten.

Swallowing thickly, you nodded your head, doing as she told you to. You hands were a bit shaky from nerves as you moved to slowly take off your clothes, your pulse starting to quicken from the eyes currently watching you.

Once you were completely undressed (save for your underwear and bra) River slowly approached you, her hand reaching out to gently grab your chin. "Do you want me, sweetie?"

Unable to speak, you simple nodded again like you did earlier, something that caused her to lightly click her tongue in disapproval. "I need words, love."

"Yes," you responded in a desperate and breathless voice, gasping when you felt her hands move to gently hold your hips in place as she leaned in closer.

"Beg for it," she murmured in a sultry order, her body practically caging you against the wall by this point. You couldn't move even if you wanted to, and in no way did you want to.

"Please." Your own voice was soft and weak, nothing like the firm and strong one that she had. If it wasn't obvious before who was in charge, it certainly was now.

"I'm sorry, love, but I can't seem to hear you. You'll need to speak up."

You knew very well that she'd heard what you said, but your need for her outweighed your slight frustration. "Please," you repeated, a bit louder this time, biting back a moan when you felt her lips move to brush over the side of your jaw.

"Good girl." Her hands went from your hips up to the back of your bra, undoing the clasp so she could remove it. Your heart was hammering in your chest so loudly you were almost certain she could hear its beats.

Her lips traveled from your jaw down to your neck, your head tilting back on instinct. She took her time pressing kisses from there to your collarbone, kissing the spot between your breasts before her lips managed to make it all the way down to your stomach.

You were so caught up in the feeling of her mouth on you that you hadn't even realized she'd sunk down to her knees, her fingertips tracing the waistband of your underwear as she looked up at you.

"Beg for me, darling," River commanded in a voice that was smoother than fresh honey, and certainly sweeter than it, too.

"Please," you pleaded with her in a whiny tone, trying your best to stay still as you watched her. "I need you, please."

That seemed to do the trick in satisfying her, as her next course of action was to carefully pull down your underwear. You were thankful there was a wall behind you, otherwise you were quite certain your knees would've buckled the very moment her lips made contact with your obscenely wet pussy, a clear sign the aphrodisiac you'd taken earlier had already started to work.

A loud moan was pulled from your throat as she ran her tongue through your folds in a slow licking motion. It certainly didn't help matters when she pulled one of your legs over her shoulder, giving her mouth better access to the area. It was hard for you not to grind down against her face, but you were worried she'd pull away just to tease you if she noticed you becoming too eager.

Your hand tentatively reached out to grip onto her blonde curls as a method to help keep you grounded. That didn't help much, because the moment her nose bumped into your clit it was over for you and your self restraint.

Her hands were gentle yet firm on your thighs, holding you in place as you reached your climax so you wouldn't end up falling over. Your chest rose and fell quickly, your eyes fluttering shut as you tried to catch your breath. It had felt so much better than you ever thought it could, and it made you excited for what was to come with the other two.

Since you were too exhausted for the time being to do it yourself, you allowed her to help get you dressed in the outfit she'd chose. You had to admit, it looked better on you than you'd initially thought it would, but that still didn't make you feel any less nervous to show it off.

River carried your other clothes as she helped you get back from the TARDIS to the hotel room, your legs a bit shaky from your earlier orgasm. It was quite clear to the both of you that something equally explicit had happened between Clara and Missy while you were gone judging from the way Clara was still sitting on her lap, now with wrinkled clothes and a bright red face. Missy, meanwhile, sat there looking like the cat that ate the canary.

"Took you long enough. I was starting to become worried you'd taken my TARDIS and weren't coming back," she spoke casually, resting her hands on Clara's upper thighs as she spoke. "We had to find other ways to pass the time while waiting for you."

"It took a while for us to get out of there. We got lost," you lied easily, not wanting to have to recount what really made you take so long. Missy didn't seem convinced, but before she could press the matter further River spoke up.

"Oh, sweetie, wait. You forgot the hat," she said, moving to place the over-sized Victorian sunhat on your head. You hadn't even noticed her grabbing it on the way out.

It took about all of two seconds for Missy to burst into a fit of laughter at the sight. "Oh, dear, I don't think that hat fits you very well," she lightly teased while River facepalmed.

"Perhaps you'd look better without it," the archaeologist mused while taking it off you.

Unlike the other two women in the room, Clara didn't seem either amused or exasperated. If anything, the outfit you were currently wearing did nothing but cause her flustered state to grow worse.

"You look nice," she complimented as you took a seat on a nearby couch, her cheeks heating up even more at the sight (if that was even possible). To be fair, you could see why she was reacting in such a way. With the corset and bodice combination both highlighting your breasts and hugging your figure, it would've been more of a surprise if she hadn't be affected by the sight at all.

"Missy," River spoke up suddenly with the intent of resuming the game. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare, of course." Missy was a bit of an open book when it came to her sexual preferences, so it was natural that she would end up choosing dare.

"Alright, I dare you to remove the corset of our little Victorian princess," she said in reference to you, her gaze moving from the Time Lady over to where you were sitting on the sofa. "If you're okay with it, that is."

"Y- Yeah, I'm fine with it," you quickly stammered out in response as you felt your face heat up.

Missy appeared pleased that you'd agreed to it so quickly, giving Clara a light pat on the thigh to signal that she could finally get up from her lap. "I'd love nothing more. I haven't been able to think about much other than removing that silly constume of yours the second you stepped in wearing it."

Your heartbeat began to speed up at her words as you allowed her to reach out with one of her smooth, pale hands so she could help pull you up off the couch. It wasn't as easy to move around in your dress as the woman in period piece movies made it seem.

"You see, if it were up to me-" she began, her deft fingers working quickly to untie the corset after unzipping the back of your dress so she had the access to it "-I wouldn't just stop at removing this. I'd keep going until you were completely bare."

Feeling a little bold, you replied in a casual (if not somewhat nervous) voice. "So why don't you?"

Her hands stopped moving briefly, at first making you think that perhaps that was the wrong thing to say. Until you felt her tighten her grip on the laces of your corset and use it to pull you back against her chest so that you were both pressed against one another. "Oh, darling," she purred in a seductive tone, her lips brushing over your earlobe. "Why didn't you just say so in the first place?"

You suddenly became acutely aware of the presence you were in, River and Clara both watching you with a combination of shock and arousal. Neither one of them had expected you to initiate something like that, you took it, and you honestly didn't really blame them for thinking so.

"Now, are you going to be a good girl and allow me to undress you without problem?" She continued, completely unfazed by the two sets of eyes currently surveying the situation.

"Yes, of course," you breathed out softly, letting out a gasp when you felt her hands yank on the lace of your corset yet again, not being gentle in the slightest.

"Yes, Mistress," she corrected, her voice a low hum in your ear when she spoke. "You musn't forget your manners, dear."

"Yes, Mistress," you quickly corrected while nodding your head in understanding, desperately wanting to please her. "Sorry, Mistress."

She let out a noise of satisfaction in response, her hands returning to their task of untying the corset. "Such a good girl, so polite for me. Now, stay still while I undress you."

The sound of her praise filling your ears made you want to let out a whine, but you managed to hold yourself back, not wanting to appear too eager. You did as she'd instructed you to, staying perfectly still as she began to remove your clothes.

Where River was slow and deliberate with her touches, Missy was quick and spontaneous, always leaving you wondering where she would place her hands next. First they were on your back, then they moved down to your hips, and then even further down to your thighs after that before finally coming back up to brush over your stomach. You noticed she never kept them in one place for very long, most likely in an effort to tease you. It was working.

After you were stripped down to your underwear (River hadn't put your bra back on when helping you get dressed, instead choosing to keep it) Missy moved in front of you, her piercing eyes gazing fully upon your practically bare body. You felt like a rabbit being gazed at by a hawk who was in desperate need of a meal.

"Just look at you. Absolutely gorgeous." For once, her words didn't hold a mocking undertone, but rather a subtle appreciation. It made you feel warm inside, in more ways than one.

"Thank you, Mistress," you obediently replied, to which she gave you a pleased smirk in response.

"Aw, such a good pet. You're just like Clara, always remembering your manners... for the most part, anyway."

Clara's cheeks flushed at her words, and you took it that she was remembering what she and Missy had done together when you and River had been gone.

"She likes to be a bit of a brat sometimes," she continued while glancing over in the direction of the two other people in the room. "I must admit, it can be rather cute to put someone back in their place after acting out, but it can become quite tiresome after a while. Luckily she was able to behave for me rather quickly after I threatened her with a good spanking."

"Missy," Clara whisper-shouted her name, the color of her face similar to a tomato by this point.

Acting as if she hadn't even spoken, Missy turned her attention back towards you. "But I'm sure you'll be a good girl for me, won't you, dear?"

Your breath hitched when she moved in closer, her hand reaching out to grab your chin so she could tilt your head up some. "Yes, Mistress, I can be good for you."

"That's a good girl. I think you deserve a reward for your good behavior, don't you?" She kept one hand on your chin as the other slipped down between your thighs, pulling down your underwear. Her fingers ghosted over your folds, which were already starting to become wet again. You wondered just how strong that aphrodisiac was to be able to make you aroused so quickly (at least, you liked to think that's why you were so turned on, and it wasn't just your insatiable need for the three women in the room).

You could see River moving in to press a few kisses to Clara's neck as she watched, her hands gripping onto the couch cushion at the sight of Missy touching you. Missy, who pulled your face back in her direction when she noticed your attention on her had started to slip.

"Keep your eyes on me, pet. Don't worry about what they're doing."

It was hard not to stare, especially when Clara started letting out soft moans, one of River's hands having found its way up her thigh as they sat there. Still, you didn't want Missy to have to punish you for disobeying her. You wanted to be good, and you wanted to make her proud, so you did your best to listen.

"Yes, Mistress. Sorry," you sheepishly apologized, any other words you might've tacked on at the end about how distracting the other women were being cut off by her fingers suddenly slipping inside of you.

Her eyes gleamed with satisfaction at the strangled whine that was pulled from you at the action, not giving you any time to adjust before she started lightly thrusting her fingers in and out. "There you are, poppet. You've been a good girl for me, so you should deserve a reward for it."

You couldn't respond by that point, your focus instead being on trying to stay standing while she pleasured you. At least with River there was a wall for you to lean on as she ate you out. Here you just had to hope if you began to topple over Missy would be quick enough to catch you before you hit the ground.

"M- Mistress-" you managed to breathe out as you unintentionally leaned in towards her, the combination of her pleasuring you while River touched Clara in the background starting to become too much for you to take.

"Aw, does my beautiful pet want me to make them cum, hm? Do you want to cum, my good girl?" Her tone was full of false sympathy, and you knew she'd have no problem denying you if she wanted to.

"Yes, Mistress, please- I've been so good for you, Mistress, please let me cum-" You begged pathetically, hoping you'd be able to sway her into letting you finish.

"If I let you cum, will you allow me to continue playing with you once you're done?" She asked while raising an eyebrow, making it clear there was some sort of catch. That didn't surprise you much. There always was with her.

"I'll let all three of you play with me if you let me cum," you promised in a moment of desperation, something that may or may not come back to bite you judging from the impish gleam in her eyes.

"Why, of course, pet," she purred in a low and uncharacteristically gentle tone. "You may cum now if you want."

If you'd been in a clearer headspace, you might've thought twice about the promise you'd made, but you couldn't. You needed to cum, so when she told you to, you did.

There was no doubt a mess of your juices on her fingers, something that was confirmed when she pulled them out of you and brought them up to your lips. "Clean these off for me, pet."

You were in too much of a daze from the intense orgasm you'd just experienced to protest, so you allowed her to slip her fingers into your mouth. Watching her with hooded eyes, you used your tongue to lick her fingers clean, not missing the proud look in her eyes as you completed the action.

"Good pet," she cooed once you were done, petting your head with her free hand. "Now why don't you come sit with me while River finishes her turn with Clara, hm?"

Missy took you by the wrist and guided you over to the armchair she'd been sitting in previously, carefully pulling you onto her lap so you could watch the scene before you. River had slipped her hand into Clara's pants at some point, giving her the same treatment and undivided attention that Missy had given to you.

"Don't they look so pretty, pet?" Missy murmured next to your ear, her hands resting on your bare thighs as she spoke.

A light shiver went down your spine at the sudden realization that you were naked while she was still completely clothed. "Yes, Mistress. They look very pretty."

Clara's eyes managed to catch yours while River was kissing her neck, the mere sight of you and Missy observing her while she was in such a compromising position being the thing that ended up pushing her over the edge. You could hear the faint mutters of praise River was giving as she removed her fingers from inside her, using her tongue to clean them off. You could only imagine how soaked Clara's underwear must be by this point.

"You'll never believe what my sweet little pet here agreed to," Missy began, her casual tone a stark contrast to the mischievous look in her eyes.

You gulped at her words, remembering the promise you made earlier about letting not only her, but also River and Clara play with you if she let you cum.

River seemed to catch on pretty quickly, a slight smirk toying with her lips as she looked over at you, but Clara was still too caught up in the aftermath of her own orgasm to pay attention.

"Why don't you tell them what you told me, dear?" Missy suggested as one of her hands moved from your thigh up to your waist, something that sent a shiver down your spine.

"I- I said that I'd let you three play with me some more if she allowed me to cum," you muttered softly, feeling your face heat up with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal.

That certainly got the attention of both River and Clara, the former's smirk widening while the latter eyed you curiously, evidently wondering about the deal you'd made. You were sure the Time Lady whose lap you were sitting in looked as smug as ever, though you couldn't see her face to be sure.

"I have a pair of handcuffs that might assist in making it a bit more fun," River said while pulling said pair out of the inside of her coat. Where she got them, you had no clue, but the fact she had them in her inventory didn't surprise you in the slightest. "If you're alright with it, that is."

You were feeling a bit nervous, you had to admit, but between the both the alcohol and aphrodisiac from earlier still coursing through your veins, your adrenaline was pumping in a way you'd never felt it before. You had an thirst to quench, an itch to scratch, and you were positive this was the best way to get rid of it.

"I'm more than alright with it," you replied in a voice that sounded a lot more confident than you felt. That was all it took for yet another round of fun to begin.

The rest of the night was a bit of a blur. You remembered being handcuffed and blindfolded (both of which you enthusiastically consented to) after moving onto one of the massive beds, which were thankfully big enough to fit all four of you if need be.

There was always at least two pairs of hands on you, though it was usually all three at once. You could tell which ones belonged to which woman because of the way they moved across your body.

River was teasing yet sensual, her touch slower than the others. Missy was a bit erratic, always leaving you guessing where she'd be moving to next. And Clara was gentle, lightly using her fingertips to trace the contours of your body.

After everything was said and done, they undid the handcuffs and removed the blindfold, a various string of praises being muttered from all three. One wiped you down while another held you close, the third grabbing clean clothes for you. It was a miracle after all that you hadn't passed out from an exhausted fit of pleasure yet, or that somebody hadn't made a noise complaint.

River and Missy "retired" to their own bed, though you knew they both stayed up for a while after that because of the muffled moans and squeaking from the mattress. Despite that, you couldn't say it bothered you much, as you were too caught up in what would soon become your own passion-filled embrace with Clara to notice.

"You were awfully bold tonight," she commented while laying next to you on the bed, a hint of admiration in her voice as she spoke. "I don't think I've ever seen you act so forward with your sexual advances before."

"Well, a couple of drinks and a chocolate full of aphrodisiac certainly didn't hurt," you said in a somewhat joking manner, one of your hands reaching over to gently brush a strand of hair back from her face.

Her big brown eyes watched you intently, the look in them an interesting combination of both affection and arousal. "You know, I never got my own private turn with you," she commented with a suggestive undertone.

"Oh, really? Maybe we should fix that, then." You moved your hand from her hair down to her waist, pulling her closer to you on the bed so that your bodies were pressed against one another, limbs locking together like the perfect two pieces of a puzzle.

She let out a soft gasp when you did that, her eyes fluttering shut the moment you dropped your face to the crook of her neck and started placing kisses there. "Oh, darling..." She murmured in ecstacy, her hands gripping onto your back as she held you close.

You could feel her nails digging in slightly, but you couldn't find it in you to care. One of your legs found its way between hers, slotting them together as you moved even closer to her.

Your bodies moved in tandem with each other, heavy pants and moans leaving from the both of you as your clothed pussies rubbed against each other just right. It wasn't very difficult getting you both to the point of release, but even after that you felt the need to continue.

At some point your movements went from being quick and desperate to slow and careful, turning into a much more romantic scenario in the blink of an eye. One of your hands held onto Clara's, your fingers laced tightly in a firm grip while you grinded against her.

"You're so good for me, Clara." The words fell from your lips easily, wanting to let her know just how good she made you feel and what a wonderful job she was doing. "Such a good girl, always a good girl for me."

She loudly whined at your words, her back arching up into you as her grip on your hand tightened. "Say- Say it again," she begged breathlessly, her eyes shut as she took in the moment. "Tell me again how good I am for you."

It was hard for you to not want to get a little rough at her obvious desperation, but you didn't want to put her through another energy draining round right before bed. You knew that right now she needed you to be gentle, so you managed to restrain yourself.

"You're so good, sweetheart. Always so well-behaved for me, even if you don't do the same for Missy," you added in a playful tease, referring back to the previous interaction she had that you weren't there to witness.

"Why must you always tease me so?" She question in an exaggerated huff, clearly not actually upset.

"Because I find it so cute getting to watch you pout, that's why." You leaned in and pressed a series of kisses to her face, most of which ended up on her mouth.

Even after you both came yet again, you still didn't move away from each other, far too comfortable to want to untangle your limbs. Besides, it's not like there was anything that needed to be cleaned up, meaning you were both able to drift off to sleep in one another's warm embrace.

You woke the next morning to find Clara sleeping peacefully in your arms, her face tucked into the crook of your neck as she was cuddled up closely beside you. The sight alone was enough to bring a smile to your face.

"Good morning, beautiful," you murmured affectionately when she began to stir, your hand moving to smooth back the hair from her face. Even with bedhead, she still managed to take your breath away.

"Good morning." Her voice was a bit raspy when she spoke, obviously from sleep. Blinking a few times, she let out a yawn. "Where are River and Missy?" She questioned while looking around some.

"I think they went to get us some breakfast. They should be back soon."

She hummed softly in acknowledgement at your words, snuggling closer to you as you spoke. "I really enjoyed last night," she admitted after a moment or so, sounding a little bit shy, something that you noticed even with her current grogginess.

"I did, too. We'll have to do this again sometime, though maybe we can go to where it's just the two of us." You loved River and Missy, but there was only so much of them you could take before you were completely worn out. As much fun as it might've been, last night was certainly a reminder of that.

She moved her head so that her chin was resting on your shoulder, staring up at you with her big brown eyes. "I think I'd like that," she replied quietly, a smile tugging at her lips. She leaned in and gave you a sweet kiss on the lips, one that you immediately reciprocated.

You broke the kiss when you heard a distinct sound of mischief and chaos coming from the hallway outside the room, one that always let you know when either River or Missy were nearby. In this case, it happened to be both.

Clara let out a whine of protest when you sat up some as she was still clinging onto you, though her want to stay in bed was soon won over by her hunger when her stomach let out an audible growl.

You let out a soft laugh when it happened, something she responded with by giving you a lighthearted shove.

"Come on, honey. Let's go get breakfast."

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charmedreincarnation · 2 years ago

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My shift to Bnha

I’ll start with the basics. For starters my reality is a bit different. The legal age is 25, so therefore school duration is longer, and our ages are different. I start UA when I was 19 years old, which made me a year 1 student. my parents are both prominent figures in hero society, and I was an only child to them. I only add this because I think it’s important to acknowledge background information because it shapes your experience and your placement in society, especially in a world filled with heroes everything is ranked and merit based.

UA .⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.

Contrary to popular belief, at least in my reality school is very much emphasized and just as important as hero work. For me a typical day looked like, getting up at 7:45 to prepare for classes that started at 8:30 and ending at 5. We do have a one hour lunch break, and a specific period to work on our specific quirks alone any way we see fit. A lot of people do use that time to slack off and hang out with friends, but they’ve recently become very strict about it. Credits to to Tenya Ida for informing the board of what people were really doing ! A lot of people were mad but honestly I am a teachers pet in this reality so I kind of appreciated it.

I can’t speak for the other classes, maybe it’s because of everything we went to, but we are not a class we are genuinely family. I am closest to Izuku, Sui, Ochacho, Mina, Todoroki and MoMo! Not in any particular order. I’m not going to talk about everyone but here are some of the reasons I love them <3

•Mina is just as extroverted quirky and bubbly as you would expect. Shes one of those people you meet and you can’t help but adore because they energy is so welcoming and they’re so loving. She’s kind of a prankster and a rumor starter and I find it hilarious. You can’t keep anything from her, though but once she has a narrative she has narrowed upon, you have a better chance of changing the devils mind.

For example i talked about this in a different post, but she started a rumour that bakugo is in love with izuku and that’s why he’s mad all the time. It got back to bakugo and he threatened to turn the cafeteria into a live bake oven. It’s honestly hilarious how she can make a whole room laugh. Or make anyone mad.. I guess it’s a talent regardless.

•Sui is the sweetest girl ever. She kind of keeps to herself but she’s honest and what you see is what you get. She’s also kind of emotional and I am kind of a cry baby too there so we get each other. We really just want to do our best and see everyone succeed. I would say both of us made friendships are bigger priority than hero training and we have both been called out for it too.

•Ochacho is very similar to Mina but she can also get down to business when she needs to. Everyone loves her, and her powers are super helpful in any situation, like for sneaking out quietly… but I wouldn’t know anything about that. I vividly remember having a conversation about our hero progress and she’s deeply insecure. She grew up impoverished and Monterey compensation is one of the reasons that really encouraged her to be a hero. I remember one time she was telling me how impressive I was during the first few weeks of school because I had a better handle on my quirk than her. She said something of how I was meant to be a hero. It made me sad because I admired her will and determination more than anyone. I had so many factors that put me ahead in some of my peers. My mother is a pro hero and I went to a profound middle school that molded me to be ready. I told her she was born to be a hero and I was made to be a hero. I was being honest and I didn’t think it meant anything but she always reminds me of how she thinks about that anytime she’s in a situation where she needs help. Nothing made me happier

•Momo and my quirks are very similar. My quirk is called clairvoyance somnium, and my hero name is dreamer. Kind of what she can do but I visualize whatever I need. I can also do more things that I won’t get into but a lot of it, I was inspired by my shifting methods ! Anyways she’s the sweetest and we live pretty close to each other so I’ve seen her around for a while. She’s honestly very gorgeous and we both struggle with insecurities and anxiety, so she really is someone I relate and rely on. Maybe it’s because our quirks or so similar or we have similar backgrounds and personalities but… she’s probably the person I am closest with! But I really do love everyone equally

Bakugo .⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.

Ok lots of people ask about him so let’s go.

Yes he’s so loud and always angry. You know I thought i would be scared of him but I honestly even I even give him snarky remarks sometimes (in a nice way because I am so nice in this dr) but wow he is the loudest person I’ve ever met in any dr but his powers are amazing we all respect it

Contrary to popular belief..no one is scared of him. As angry, loud and aggressive as he is he has proven time and time again all he wants to do is be a hero. Honestly it surprised some of us but everyone knows he has kind of good intentions under his wrath ??

He also makes everything a competition and he’s actually good at eveything. He’s good at school I’m pretty sure he placed after me in mid terms ! I got third and he got fourth. He’s a great cook and baker. We had a baking competition and he placed after sato. We made ramen and he made the best ramen ! Like he’s not as dumb as he looks. He’s also in a one sided competition with Todoroki but as we have all noticed he doesn’t give a fuck.

Powers .⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.

This may be egotistical but I could not imagine not being a hero in a world with 80% hero. Don’t let the league of villains hear this it will fuel their fire. 🥲 in all seriousness we are lectured that we are not better than anyone, and we are simply stronger than other people and that is it so we shouldn’t let it conflate our egos. The only way we would be given the green flag to pat our own backs is when are abilities begin to save millions of lives. But then I guess if we’re only being heroes to look good then would that really make us heroes. At least that’s what I wrote about in my English essay. Present mic did in fact eat it up, I got an amazing grade on it. But that’s not the point. The point is it’s easy to get a big head but we were simply genetically lucky, not better, smarter, etc.

Now that philosophy is behind us, having powers is so cool and coming back here the limits of other realities having no bounds never fails to amaze me. Our quirks are an extension of ourselves and literally are us. It’s not second nature, it’s first nature after having these abilities for so long. Especially my quirk, if I wanted I could “dream” 500 million yen, and well I wouldn’t be able to put it in the bank but I digress. Finding out what your quirk can do and how far your cbs push your limits always allows us to be going through moments of self discovery. Having a quirk is honestly it’s own life alone, and I genuinely could not be happier.

My favorite classes .⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.

As a student in this incredible universe, I was lucky enough to have the opportunity to pursue many amazing topics of study.

One class I took was Hero Studies, where we learned about the many different hero theories and methods of justice, as well as what it takes to become an effective hero. We also discussed the history of the hero world and its evolution throughout the years. It was a fascinating subject and definitely one of my favorites!

The next class I took was Quirk Studies. Here we learned all about quirks, their effects on people and how they can be used to help protect civilians and stop villains. We even discussed how to best work with a partner with a different quirk, and how to combine two quirks to create a unique and powerful attack.

Finally, I also took a class called Combat Training. This class taught us all about combat techniques and how to use the environment and our natural abilities in order to survive any situation. We learned how to effectively dodge and block attacks, as well as how to use our quirks to create powerful attacks.

We of course also had the general classes of math, English, science, math, and music

The classes at UA High were some of the most interesting classes I have ever taken and I am so grateful for having the opportunity to explore them. Not only did I learn a lot about the world of My Hero Academia, but I also grew as a person and as a hero.

Random funny story .⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.

I’m going to tell you one of the funniest most embarrassing things that happened during the UA sports festive. This happened during the third event, when we were in teaams.

I was with Izuku, mei, Ochako, and fumikage. Everyone is trying to steal the headband from us because Izuku has all the points ! Everyone was targeting us and it was so unfair. during the last few seconds I started running to dream us a tower so we can hide and to grow into to the skies. Then someone came so they threw me the headband and i I was waiting for them but then they got attacked and they told me just go without them !?? I was literally shaking and my anxiety was at an all time high time so I quirked my tower or whatever and made it grow and then the time ran out! I had the headband and we thought we won and we were cheering but umm no. I was the only winner technically because I wasn’t with my team. BUT because that took away FROM the point of the team work part I was deducted points from my own Individual points because that wasn’t the point of the challenge. Honestly you win some you lose some. It was a fun experience regardless.

Also honestly i shifted here around the time of the World Cup, which I could not care less about, but I get the hype of sports witnessing Izuku’s fight against Shinso (manipulation guy.) it was so awesome !!! I was at the edge of my seat the entire time!!! So I guess Now I understand how some people feel about sports lol. By the end of the festival, I got third place overall and my mom was so proud of me. It was the honestly a great feeling.

Random dump with no correlation

my mother (Uwabami’s) Quirk gives her a trio of live snakes growing from her head. One of the snakes have acute senses, allowing her to locate hidden criminals and disaster victims.one snakes also has a scent that can make her victims mindless slaves, one snake produces poison and attacks her victims.

my father who also attended UA with my mom has Squirmy Fingers (can precisely bend and control his fingers, giving him great dexterity) As well as a High Scientific knowledge Skills IQ in engineering. I found this interesting because usually children are a combination of their parents quirks or either or, and mine has nothing to do with either lol.

Todoroki’s pretty smart though he places after Bakugou in the mid terms. he also loves to read ! He’s also politically educated and actually had profound knowledge on the history of heroes and how and why he believe hero’s and villains came to be so.. surprisingly he is more philosophical than I would think. He doesn’t really talk about it or bring it up because if you have a good conversation with him and get him to open up it is always worth.

Food

Tbh to no surprise the food options were eclectic and varied. There was something for everyone! I had everything from traditional Japanese dishes such as ramen and sushi, to western and American-style dishes like pizza and burgers. I even had access to a variety of international cuisines like Indian, Chinese, and Korean.

One of my favorite places to get a good meal was the school cafeteria. Every day it was full of delicious options, from freshly-cooked dishes to the convenience of pre-packaged items. There were also lots of drinks and snacks available. On certain days, the cafeteria also served special meals such as curry or tonkatsu.

If I was looking for something a bit more fast-paced, there were several food stalls and restaurants around town. I could find an assortment of things like ramen, takoyaki, and okonomiyaki. There were also locations that offered more unique dishes such as Japanese-style hamburgers or omurice (Omelette Rice).

Although I often ate at restaurants, I also cooked meals in my dorm room. I could make simple dishes with ingredients from the local grocery store, like fried rice, or make something more complicated with ingredients from the nearby specialty grocery store. I even tried my hand (well with sato as well) at making dango, the traditional Japanese dessert.

Tbh No matter what type of food I was looking for, UA had it though. With all of the different options available, there was something to satisfy whatever cravings I had.

I also write and speak in English so don’t ask any language questions because I do not know

#law of assumption #manifesation #manifesting #reality shifting #shiftblr

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yukidragon · 3 months ago

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Sunny Day Jack - Cat AU Reversal

Remember the AU where Jack is a cat that can transform into a human with or without cat ears and a tail? Well, a recent comment reminded me of the theory that cats might be able to sense ghosts(?) like Jack. This theory came about because cats can’t stand Jack, and he’s not a fan of them either for some mysterious reason. Somehow, I don’t think it’s because Jack is secretly a werewolf or has wolfish traits like he’s from the Omegaverse.

Another bit of lore to fuel this theory came from the (now sadly deleted) trailer where Shaun describes (presumably) Jack as a thing. Shaun has a fair number of cat-like traits, including whisker marks and purring. He’s very cat-coded, so it’s entirely possible that he won’t be able to stand Jack either.

Wouldn’t it be quite interesting then if there was a reversal of the cat AU? Here, MC is the one who’s secretly a cat that can transform into a human, and as such they can sense that there’s more to Jack than meets the eye.

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore @okamiliqueur @kurokrisps

Content Warning: This post contains talk of sex, cheating, abusive family situations, chronic illness, bullying, death, mourning, body horror, yandere obsession, and kinky sexy times with cat-like features. I’ll try to keep things for the most part light and fun, but sometimes drama likes to creep into these headcanons.

Also, sometimes they spark me to write a snippet of a scene or two!

Really, I can see a lot of potential for a more tsundere experience with Jack. Since cats naturally don’t get along with him and vice-versa, there’d be even more friction between him and his sunshine right from the start. This will make winning MC over a heck of a lot more challenging for Jack, and as such put him at much greater risk if he can’t convince them to want him in spite of this natural repulsion. It can also be a great internal conflict for him, as he dislikes cats yet loves MC dearly.

This sort of scenario would be perfect to insert myself like an isekai given my feline avatar, but y’all know how much I love the guy. Maybe it’s because my avatar is a dragon in the shape of a feline that I’m immune to this feline repulsion. Perhaps dragons are the opposite and just instantly fall in love with Jack instead. Jack certainly loves his sunshine as a dragon.

But you know me, I’ve got to indulge with my OTP, and this sort of silly AU is perfect to do just that.

I know in the past I’ve said that my girl Alice is more bunny-coded, but imagining her as a fluffy white kitty with bright blue eyes is adorable. I can see the whole King family embodying the feline spirit, plus it’d be hilarious to imagine how Bo and Elias would have to deal with similar feline shenanigans from Barbie and Coraline respectively.

I wonder if Elias has similar issues with cats as a ghost. I’d be tragic if he actually liked them in life, only for them to be repelled in death. Naturally, it’s pretty obvious what Bo’s beef with cats is, as it’s hard coded into his virtual doggy DNA. This doggo is going to have to overcome his programming for the sake of love.

So, yeah, this post is less about general MCs in this situation and more about my OCs since the possibilities of messing with the guys with cats is hilarious to me. It’s going to be mostly a light-hearted romp with some spiciness here and there.

Of course, the lore of the game and Sunshine in Hell aren’t quite the same when it comes to cats. I’ve mentioned in the past how Jack and Moon Pie are going to bond, and Shaun and Jack are going to become friends despite their issues. Given my fondness for cats and Jack, I just can’t resist the image of kitties snuggling up to him.

But I like adding a bit of spice sometimes, and not just the NSFW kind. It’d be so interesting if Alice is instinctively repelled by Jack at the start, maybe even seeing him as an undead corpse, but she still chooses to save and be close to him. It’d be a very real beauty and the beast tale.

Then again, it’s probably more accurate to call it a beast and the beast tale considering Alice turns into an animal.

Anyway, things play out as they usually do, with Alice picking up the tape at the thrift store, finding it oddly compelling. In this universe, her favorite way to unwind after a hard day is to turn on the TV and slip into something more comfortable. And by comfortable I mean ridiculously flexible because dang, who wouldn’t want to be able to turn into a boneless little puddle of fur? Have you seen how relaxed cats can get? I can’t help but be a little jealous.

Of course, a good boneless sprawl across the sofa gets a little less relaxing when the tape starts talking back. Alice would turn from a limp noodle to a rigid arch with bristled fur in an instant after hearing a character on TV call her by name.

As I’ve mentioned previously, Alice willingly bonded herself to Jack in Sunshine in Hell to save him from, well, hell. The process just made her forget about it. I’m really fond of this headcanon because it goes well with themes of consent in the game and the fact that Jack is literally unable to do anything his sunshine doesn’t want him to do. He needs MC to want and need him in order to remain in this world.

It’d be quite a bit harder for Alice to agree to such a deal when her instincts are giving her clear warning signals that something is wrong with Sunny Day Jack. Looks aren’t everything, and appearances can be deceiving, but animal instincts tend to be a pretty good guide.

However… that wouldn’t be the only instinct demanding that Alice take action. Alice is the reincarnation of Mary, the person who loved this ghost(?) long before he became Jack. They’re soulmates, and her dying wish was to be reborn and loved by her precious starlight once again.

So it would be a war of two cats inside of Alice. One cat is hissing at the unholy abomination pawing at her soul. The other is mournfully crying out for him with a longing that she just can’t explain. Reminds me of that two wolves meme come to think of it.

It’d be quite the confusing moment, that’s for sure.

On the subject of Mary, it would be interesting if she was a cat shifter too. Joseph could’ve been one of those guys that pretend that they don’t like cats, but secretly just wants to cuddle with one. Sadly, the poor guy is so love starved that he comes on too strong, and cats always try to get away from him. It’s easier for him to just pretend he doesn’t like cats so their rejection doesn’t sting quite so much.

With Joseph being a normal, very much alive human, there would be no instinct warning Mary away from him. Well… not unless Joseph is just a natural cat-repellant like Sakaki from Azumanga Daioh. Still, even in that case, Mary would be his special exception. Even Sakaki eventually found her feline soulmate too after all~

You know, it would be interesting if Mary was the only one in the Phoenix family who could transform into a cat. It could even be her own little secret that only Joseph finds out about. She could even use her feline form to sneak off to visit him at his house. It’d be only fair considering all the times he comes to climb in through her window.

As a cat, Mary had the same pretty blue eyes, but a chocolate colored coat, which is pretty rare for cats.

That suddenly gives me the image of someone scooping up Mary in cat form, intending to make her into their pet. She can’t exactly change back in front of a stranger, and though she struggles with all her might, she can’t squirm out of their grip.

Suddenly young teenage Joseph barrels into the cat-napper from behind! This little punk was no stranger to picking fights, and the second he saw someone try to take Mary away, he had to act. It doesn’t matter if they’re an adult and much bigger than him, Joseph will still punch their lights out!

Sure, Joseph might get in trouble if the person reported him or if an authority figure saw him in the act, but why should he care? He won’t hesitate to take on the entire world if it means he doesn’t have to be separated from the one person in the whole world who actually cares about him.

I wonder if in this universe they could’ve run away together. Sure, Mary might’ve been forbidden from seeing him like in the regular continuity, but if she can sneak out as a cat, she can still see him. After being told that she won’t live to adulthood by her doctor, she refuses to waste time that could be spent with the people she cares about. In the normal timeline, her parents put bars on her windows then forced her to move away. She didn’t have the option to rebel. She didn’t even consider running away as an option. She could only accept this sad truth.

Joseph Cullman was a kid who thought about running away though. He’s someone so lonely, so desperate for love. He can’t just let go of the only person who loves him! It was hard enough going to separate schools and only being able to see each other when Mary could sneak out, but news about the move would be devastating.

Joseph can’t let that happen.

I can imagine the scene of Mary coming to Joseph to tell him one last goodbye…

…

Joseph jolted when he saw the way Mary’s eyes glistened wetly with tears. More tears fell when she shifted back to her human form. The puffiness around her eyes and the redness around them hinted at just how many more tears she had shed before seeing him. “Mary? What’s wrong?”

“J-Jo…,” Mary choked out, but that was all she could say before she threw herself into his arms. She buried her face into the crook of his neck just in time to muffle a sob.

Joseph held Mary tightly to him, his heart pounding so hard his chest hurt while a pit formed in his stomach. He remembered the last time she cried into his arms like this, after the doctor told her that she wouldn’t live to see adulthood.

“It… it’s okay…,” he eventually managed to squeak out. “What… whatever it is… it’ll be okay.” The words came out brittle, a lie too fragile to offer any form of strength to either of them.

It took some time for Mary to finally force out the awful truth.

“M-my family is m-moving away!”

Joseph froze, the words coming down on him with the force of a judge’s gavel delivering the death sentence. He barely kept up with the details Mary managed to add between shaky breaths and choked sobs. It was something about a job states away, but whatever was going on with those damn parents of hers didn’t matter. They could fuck off to a different country - a different planet for all he cared! They certainly never cared about what Mary wanted.

Those bastards weren’t satisfied with simply forbidding Joseph and Mary from being together. It wasn’t enough to put bars on her windows or threaten to call the police if he even stepped foot on their property. This move was so extreme, so permanent and final. It felt like a middle finger directed at both of them and their love.

Joseph couldn’t imagine a life without Mary. He refused to accept it.

No one would take his sunshine away.

But what could they do? Mary couldn’t hide at his house, it’d be the first place they’d look! There were so few places they could go. The teachers were relentless about catching delinquents, chasing them out of secret stomping grounds and poking their noses where they didn’t belong. The police would be even worse.

Nowhere in this town was safe. The only way they could be together was…

“We’ll run away.”

The thought slipped past his lips as a quiet whisper. It came out so easily, just as natural a solution as adding one plus one to make two. Hearing it aloud sparked something in Joseph, and in an instant he just knew it was the right decision.

“Wh-what?” Mary sniffled, as she looked up at him with wide, wet eyes.

“We’ll run away,” Joseph repeated, his voice strong and sure. His eyes blazed with a fire that couldn’t be extinguished, as he squeezed Mary just a little closer. “We’ll run away to someplace where no one knows us, so no one can tell us what to do, or pick on us, or keep us apart ever again.

Though stunned and aghast by the idea, Mary still listened. She was reluctant to leave her family behind, but Joseph knew that they didn’t deserve her. He had spent so much time seeing how badly they treated her. His family was no better. It was the same with their classmates, the teachers…

What few protests Mary could offer were feeble, easily shattered by Joseph’s resolve, which only grew more galvanized as he dug up all the awful things they had gone through over the years. So many times he wanted to scream to the world the unfairness of it all, and he laid that unfairness bare for both of them to see that this city had no love to offer either of them.

And that included the people who shared their blood.

Mary didn’t want to lose the only person who treated her like she was worthy of existing. She also didn’t want to lose her parents and older brother, the people she had known all of her life. She had to choose between her family or Joseph. She loved both so much. She wanted so badly to be loved by all of them. The thought of losing either of them tore her apart inside. No matter who she chose, her heart would be cleaved in two.

In the end, Mary chose to keep the half of her heart that actually made her feel loved.

…

I know I kind of skimmed over the way Joseph convinced Mary to run away with him, but they are two love-struck teens, immature and emotional. Mary wouldn’t necessarily have thought of running away on her own, but Joseph is passionate enough about keeping his sunshine that I’m sure he’ll win her over. They’re both in a very emotionally vulnerable state at the time after all.

The same general story beats are the same, leading the pair to LambsWork Productions, and an eventual tragedy. Being a cat shifter didn’t really change much there, save for one small detail.

Mary ran away one last time after the incident. It was the hardest thing she ever did. The hospital was certainly in a panic over their missing patient in critical condition. However, cats tend to instinctively want to go someplace secluded in their final hours. There was only one place she wanted to go, one cold and lonely place she heard about from the few visitors she got.

The SunnyTime Crew weren’t allowed to arrange a funeral for Joseph, but they made a memorial for him in secret. Mary was told about it. They promised to take her there when she got better, so she just had to keep fighting.

This was Mary’s final fight, one last struggle to reach the memorial on her own four paws. When she finally reached it, she curled up around the cross, between the still lit candles, and thought about her starlight as darkness crept in to steal her away for good.

Thaaaaaaat went a lot darker than I intended this post to go. My apologies. I just have so many big feelings about this poor tragic pair. Let’s switch back to a more hopeful future, shall we?

Alice might not remember being Mary, but some instincts still linger. She’s protective and loving… and she was broken by a cheating ex who moved on to new and exciting people without her. In that vulnerable state, Jack appeared, needing her help. Her feline instincts might scream at the wrongness of him, but they also tell her that he was someone she didn’t realize she was missing for so, so long.

Though wary, Alice does agree to help Jack. It’s more than a little surprising for him to see a white cat instead of a person when he starts crawling out of the TV. That surprise only compounds when she turns into a human to help pull him out.

Really, it makes Jack wonder even more if he really is still dreaming after all.

Alice waking up without remembering their initial meeting does set things back a bit. She’s repulsed by Jack even as she’s drawn to him. It makes her feel guilty, but her instincts haven’t let her down before. They were what told her that things about her relationship with Ian weren’t right, made her question things to the point that spent a chunk of her savings booking a ticket to see him, hoping that surprising him with an unexpected visit would put her fears to rest.

Alice arrived at the most perfect, most horrible time.

Cats have really good hearing, and Alice could hear what Ian and the affair partner were doing in his apartment even before she could knock on the door. She was in shock and didn’t know what to do, had nowhere to go in this city she had never visited before. She was only snapped out of her shock by the phone call Ian made when he tearfully confessed what he had done.

Ian was shocked that Alice already knew what he had done. He was even more shocked that she was there. He ran out, wearing only a blanket to cover his modesty. He stank of sex and the other woman. He was covered in lipstick and markings and fluids. It was a repugnant experience for Alice to get her senses assaulted even as Ian was crying and begging for her forgiveness. He didn’t know how it happened, but he promised that he never did this before.

Of course… the affair partner was there, listening. This person knew about Alice and was keen to rub it in the face of her “rival” that she was “better.” After all, a lot of the allure of seducing someone in a relationship is the feeling of superiority.

It was a cruel scene, one that just made Ian’s betrayal all the worse for choosing to destroy their relationship for someone so awful, someone who delighted in Alice’s misery.

Ian, who was overwhelmed by the enormity of what he had done and the shame eating him alive, could do little more than cry and apologize. He was too much of a mess to even refute his affair partner’s barbs, not after what he had done.

Ian never really was good at standing up to bullies, especially when he was in distress.

Alice never tried to make it work in this universe after that. Ian had destroyed her trust and crushed her heart, and the affair partner poured salt and lye into the wound. For as many times as she forgave Ian, this was a pain inflicted far deeper than any she could recover from.

Alice didn’t drown herself in alcohol and go to the hospital in this universe. She instead wandered lost in the city with her luggage after she finally couldn’t take it anymore and ran away from Ian’s apartment. It was the most alone she ever felt in her life, in a place she didn’t know, with no one to trust who she could turn to. She felt like a housecat that had been thrown out of its home, forced to become a stray on the streets of a big, heartless city.

It was the loneliest Alice had ever felt in her entire life.

It took Alice a while to piece herself back together enough to make the return flight with the help of many phone calls with family and friends. They were there to meet her when she got off the flight at the airport and started crying as she was brought into a group hug.

Of course, in the aftermath, Ian still tried to reach out. He tried to fix things, make it work. Alice could never answer his calls. Hearing him crying and begging broke her further, but the entire incident added a heavy bitterness that kept her from wavering.

Jack arrived while Alice was still healing from such a devastating wound. While she had support immediately after the incident, eventually her family went back to their respective homes, Shaun moved away to further his schooling, and other friends of hers drifted further and further apart, especially after she had to move apartments.

Alice had to adjust to a new city where she knew no one and start her life over. She was alone in a big city, keeping a secret that few could learn about for fear that they wouldn’t understand or might take advantage of it. She was scared and wary of Jack when he suddenly entered her life, but also felt a strange longing. Her heart that wished for those beautiful loving moments with Ian now nudged her towards Jack, and she couldn’t understand why part of her wanted him that way. It made no sense.

Much like a cat, Alice kept her distance from Jack, but not too much. She didn’t want to be alone, so she didn’t want to stray far from him. It was complicated.

Fortunately, despite this feeling of wrongness, Jack constantly proved himself to be gentle and kind. He did so much for Alice, took care of her. He saw her as a cat and was actually enthusiastic about cats. He loves cats in fact! He didn’t think she was strange or scary for being able to transform. Alice found it kind of nice having someone she could trust like this, a secret invisible/imaginary(?) friend that she had all to herself.

Besides her family, the only other people who knew her secret were Ian and Shaun. Alice thought she could trust Ian with anything, but she learned the hard way that she trusted him far too much.

Shaun, as one might expect in this sort of AU, is also a cat shifter. Moon Pie will also be a shifter he adopts. Yes, it means he gets to be a single father, but how could he leave poor baby Moon Pie all alone in the world? Plus we get to see cute moments of Moon Pie in her adorable human form.

Look at that face. Who would be heartless enough to leave her behind? Credit for the gorgeous art, as always goes to the awesome Sauce. Consider supporting them and SnaccPop Studios on patreon!

Cat shifters can sense one another on instinct. That’s how Shaun figured out what Moon Pie was and how he and Alice spotted one another right away when they first met at the college. It made Ian feel uneasy how quickly the two bonded, and he couldn’t help but feel jealous despite being otherwise secure in their relationship. Alice might’ve trusted Ian with her secret, but she wasn’t about to share anyone else’s without permission, so Ian didn’t learn the real reason why they clicked so quickly.

Shaun didn’t like Ian’s vibes so never let Ian in on the secret that he was a shifter like Alice. It also gave him a little bit of petty satisfaction to see Ian jealous. It made bearing his one-sided crush on Alice a little easier. Of course he would never do more than lightly poke Ian to make himself feel better. He would never try to break up a happy couple, and he wasn’t a scumbag who cheats on his partner or helps other people cheat on their partners.

Of course, Shaun soon learned they weren’t quite as happy a couple as they wanted to be.

Sleepovers with Shaun in this universe involved kitty cuddle puddles. There was nothing like curling up together all warm and toasty in some blankets during a horror movie marathon. Cats can do some pretty close cuddling too. It certainly would’ve made Ian and Jack pretty jealous if they saw it!

Which is exactly why Shaun is going to do so when he’s staying at the apartment after getting settled in. He’s gotta pay back Jack for rubbing it in his face that Alice chose Jack after all.

Of course, Shaun isn’t going to have the same split instincts that Alice had. He’s going to be freaking out over Jack, being extra defensive over Alice. For as much as Alice insists that Jack isn’t dangerous, it’s hard for Shaun to shake the feeling of wrongness. Alice fully understands the feeling, as she felt it before. Really, that feeling hasn’t gone away completely, she’s just managed to calm her instincts in that regard with the love she feels for Jack. He’s managed to soothe those defensive instincts down to just a small prickle at the back of her mind.

Since Shaun can’t convince Alice that Jack is bad news, he’s more determined to stick around and keep an eye on Jack. Given how much Alice gave of herself to Ian, who only hurt her in the end, Shaun isn’t convinced that history won’t repeat itself with Jack.

Really, Shaun would consider coming up with excuses to stay in the apartment longer if not for poor baby Moon Pie. Both he and Alice would be worried about her being distressed by Jack's presence. Shaun, naturally, goes protective papa mode, and Alice wants to do all she can to comfort her. For Moon Pie's sake, it's best that they get their own place.

Of course, Shaun would prefer that Alice comes with them and leaves Jack behind.

Jack does try to reassure Moon Pie that he's not dangerous, as she is just an innocent, blind child. It makes him very sad to see any child afraid of him. It bothers him more than he'll admit. (After all, it was Joseph's fear that he might hurt or upset kids as Sunny Day Jack.) He goes out of his way to try and be friendly to her, but she's not convinced, and often openly hisses at him even in human form.

It hurts Jack a lot that the only child that can perceive him is so afraid of him. He can't rest easy with that, eating away at him similar to certain bad memories, so he makes it his personal mission to befriend Moon Pie. It's a priority for him that comes second only to taking care of Alice and loving her.

I figure that Shaun sees a shadowy outline where Jack is, something twisted, putrid, and rotting. Jack gives off a phantom stench that he recoils from. He can't see how Alice can stand to cuddle that thing.

Alice did see Jack in a very distorted way when he arrived. Hell, he still doesn't quite fit in reality, but she can see him for what she is. Her love for him has dulled those repellant sensations so she can better sense him the way he wants her to see, feel, hear, smell, and taste him.

Moon Pie, being blind, can't actually see Jack, but she can keenly feel him, and smell the wrongness. She calls him stinky and often buries her face in Shaun's shirt when Jack is around so she doesn't have to smell him.

While in Sunshine in Hell, Shaun is going to be wary of Jack, over time, he does warm up to the guy, as there’s no instinctive sense of wrongness interfering in that universe. With his protective instincts on high alert in this one, he’s going to have a much harder time calming down about the guy, if he ever does.

It's possible though that Moon Pie will warm up to Jack before Shaun does. Children are more adaptive, and Jack is experienced with dealing with children, plus he is very sincere in wanting to befriend her. Regardless of his feelings about Shaun, he badly wants Moon Pie to like him. Alice certainly helps by championing him as a good guy who can be trusted despite what their feline instincts might lead them to believe.

You bet your sweet bippy that Shaun is going to dig hard into Jack’s past and figure out what the hell is going on with him. He wants to learn everything - where Jack came from, how Jack came to be, what the hell Jack even is, etc. He might wind up digging and clashing with Jack to the point that he gets treated to a certain little speech…

But this was supposed to be a fun and silly AU, so let’s put the drama and yandere horror on the shelf for now and get back to the sweet fluff.

Once Alice gets comfortable with Jack, she’ll start spending time after work curled up in his lap as a cat. Somehow he always manages to find just the perfect ways to stroke her and get her purring. It feels so good, and she practically meeeeeeeelts at his touch. Relaxing as a cat was the best way to unwind, but Jack makes the experience even better, massaging all the soreness out of her muscles and encouraging her to just sprawl across him languidly, opening up to him completely and without reservation or shame.

Jack can’t help but imagine Alice as a human in those positions. It certainly gives him a hard time while they’re still in the friendship stage. He’ll need to be subtle about readjusting his comfy kitty sunshine to rest in his arms or on a pillow in his lap as he hides just how excited he made himself with his naughty private thoughts.

Naturally, once they become a couple and things get intimate, Jack uses these petting sessions as an excuse to coax Alice to let him touch her in human form… though she can keep those cute kitty ears and tail. He just loves how sensitive those parts of her are, so perfect for him to exploit. He can stroke and lick and nibble, making her mewl for him in the most sinful way.

The purring is nice too. Jack loves to point out when Alice is purring for him. It makes him so happy that he can make her feel so good… and of course the purring feels wonderful when he’s inside her. It’s practically sinful the way her warm body vibrates around him, so intimate and pleasurable. Her halfway form has a texture to her tongue, nothing sharp but the little bumps are so nice when she’s going down on him.

Alice is always extra careful about her fangs, but Jack doesn’t mind if she uses them on him. In fact, he encourages it. He loves it when she leaves love bites all over his body, marking him with her love. He makes sure to return the favor so that the whole world can see his love all over her precious body.

Although Jack can’t carry cat Alice around in public like she can in the AU where Jack is the cat, he can still enjoy some kitty in the titty time. His chest is so warm, with ample cleavage that’s perfect to snuggle into. He can even zip up the bottom of his jacket to make sure she won’t fall out of his shirt - not that he would ever allow that to happen. He would never hurt his sunshine, ever!

As a cat, Alice is so small, vulnerable. There’s something just so soothing being tucked into Jack’s shirt, pressed against his skin, listening to his heartbeat and breathing as she’s wrapped up in his warmth and scent. The way he strokes her and coos sweet words of love are addicting. It’s so hard for her to want to leave this warm little nest she found in his arms, her safety from a cold, lonely world.

It’s familiar too. Sometimes in that hazy state of half-sleep, Alice imagines tattoos on Jack’s chest and phantom scents that are so nostalgic and make her think of home. It’s not quite memories of Mary, but she also loved to be held by Joseph just like this a lifetime ago. The world wasn’t so big and scary when she was surrounded by love.

Jack subconsciously remembers these moments as well, the familiar fur and purring, the way his sunshine rubs her cheek against his chest to mark him with her scent on instinct, claiming him as hers. He is hers, and Alice is his. It’s a truth that had been blurred in his mind for so long, lost and distorted with all his other memories, but now it's oh so clear.

Jack knows that being with Alice is why he’s there. He knew her once - these moments were too familiar, too much like home for him to convince himself otherwise. He can’t remember when or where… but this is his sunshine, his amazing, beautiful, supernatural sunshine that makes him warm like no one else ever could.

Alice was so lonely without Jack, he knows that. Even with her family and other relations… he knows she must have been missing something, someone important. Fortunately, he’s here now, and he will never let anything separate them. Ever.

People like Ian and Shaun are seen as opportunistic annoyances that swooped in to fill in the space Jack left behind in his absence. Alice doesn’t need them now that Jack is here.

Her family… can they be trusted? Jack isn’t sure. Since they're cat shifters, surely they'll react the same way Shaun and Moon Pie did. Alice gave him a chance in spite of that instinct because what they have is special. These people... he has no idea.

Alice clearly loves her family, often speaking highly of them. For some strange reason, a part of Jack feels like that’s not true. Not that he thinks Alice is lying! He's sure she means every word, but... he can't quite shake this feeling that they're not good for her. Thoughts of his sunshine’s family were like dark clouds, dimming her beautiful light… yet, what he sees time and time again is the opposite. She lights up when she talks to them over the phone or when she tells him things about them. They sound so warm, like her, and she’s certain that they’ll like him too, even if they have to work around the supernatural roadblocks.

Even still, Jack can’t completely shake the creeping dread that her family is a threat, like they plan to steal her away. He can’t remember why, and he feels bad for thinking that way when they mean so much to her, but he needs to make sure that nothing will ever get between him and Alice.

That’s a bit of a heavy note, but this AU is going to have a happy fluffy ending to it despite the occasional bump in the road because I’m a sucker for happy endings with my OTP. It’s just that this universe has a bit of a winding path to get there. In the end though, Alice and Jack will be happy, and eventually have a few kittens who can turn into children that look like a mixture of the two of them.

Wow, this silly AU ramble went on longer than expected. I should probably start wrapping things up, so I'll be really quick when touching on Barbie and Coraline.

Barbie, being a cat shifter, is a lot more prone to teasing Bo. She doesn't have any negative instincts towards him, but she knows the stereotype and can't help but use it as an excuse to tease her virtual doggy boyfriend. She won’t have the nickname of “Puppy” in this universe, but instead it’ll be “Kitty.” Bo might have issues with cats, but Barbie is his one and only exception. How can he hate her when she’s so warm, and he needs her so badly?

Still, Bo can’t help but go even crazier over her antics in this world, especially since she just loves to tease him without mercy. Like a dog, he wants to chase his kitten around, pounce on her, and show her who the alpha really is. Somehow though, his pretty kitty always manages to get the drop on him, making him be the one to roll over and expose his belly in submission.

Barbie is a large cat - think Maine Coon large - a brown tabby with black stripes and white accents. She has that classic tabby cat look that you could find most anywhere, but her eyes are still dazzling shades of blue and brown that have her stand out from an ordinary cat.

Barbie, also, is a master of the kitty smirk. She uses her feline form as a means to escape interacting with people, and favors climbing to high places to lord over others. In her cat form, she has a collar she wears, and after she gets Bo she decides to clip his digital pet charm onto it so she can take him on wild adventures through the city. It’s a pretty jostling ride, but Bo prefers being shaken up by his kitty and having the world turn into a blur around them as she runs and jumps around rather than being left behind alone at her apartment.

Coraline is the definition of a house cat due to her health problems. It hurts less to be a cat, strangely enough. Like Barbie, she’s also a brown and black tabby, but she has a lot of white patches along her face, head, belly, and “socks” on her feet. She also has a pretty pair of golden brown eyes.

Although cats instinctively recoil from ghosts, Coraline is still fascinated with them. The sensation she gets from haunted spaces is a rush that makes her addicted to learning more and more about them. When she meets Elias, she’s frozen in place with her instincts screaming in fear, yet at the same time she’s never felt more alive.

So, in a way, cat Coraline is much more of a thrill seeker in this universe, just when it comes to encountering the supernatural. While she might not be healthy enough to parkour around the city like her big sister Barbie, she’s still living quite the exciting life at a more moderate pace.

I think I’ll wrap things up there. Admittedly, there’s not too much different from the regular continuity overall, just some fine feline features have been tweaked here and there. Still, I had fun indulging in images of Jack cuddling kitty Alice and the interesting and unexpected dramatic shifts in the story that comes from what was otherwise a very silly AU. I hope you all enjoyed reading about me indulging in my love of kitties mixed with my OTPs!

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