#snide furry comments

[thefloatingstone]

I'm ace and SUPER ace at that, but I have legit reached the point where I get extremely irritated every single time I see a youtuber or streamer make a snide, "that's so gross" comment about furries or how certain characters get a lot of hentai. I'm just over it. It's become so clear as an adult that that's just baby's first "sexual art that I don't understand is a crime" and I'm so over it.

Oh? Ankha from Animal Crossing is "really popular haha yikes"? Cool. Good. I'm glad. I hope she gets 1000 more art of her feet by the end of the day.

The new Pokemon grass starter is obvious furry bait? Awesome. There's a lot of them that like Pokemon. I'm glad they're getting fed. I hope they enjoy their new cat.

"They made this character overly sexy. Haha I'm not a furry tho" Me either but honestly that's simply due to skill issue on my part. idk what your problem is tho.

It's so fucking annoying and once you start noticing it, it's insane how often people will do this in videos and streams. Often because they think this is just how you're supposed to think of furries and haven't stopped to think if they're ACTUALLY put off by furries or if they're just repeating what they think is the common belief everyone automatically agrees with.

[theboardwalkbody]

I just have a Protective/Rescuer Richie x Reader thought in my head I can't shake ATM. This got a bit longer than I thought also its after midnight forgive me if this is all over the place. I can't see straight anymore.

*note: i hate guns and kinda hate that he has one but anyway it kinda just fueled this scenario*

You've been working at The Beef a while. You're 'fully integrated'. Richie has a soft spot for you but you're Carmy's age and besides that he's a Hot Mess and Going Through Shit at the moment so he hasn't actually pursued anything.

One night it's late. Later than when you'd typically be at work. It's just you, Richie, and Carmy left behind cleaning and closing up. Carmy finished the kitchen and has himself holed up in the office. You're not fully convinced he hasn't actually just passed out at the desk from exhaustion, honestly. The day was a disaster and half the restaurant looked trashed. Carmy and Richie had an entire screaming fit over who should clean what and ultimately Carmy took kitchen and Richie took front of house (something about staying in their 'fucking lane' you heard them shouting). After a while Carmy let the rest of the kitchen staff leave because it was well passed a reasonable time to hold them even if there was stuff to do. Kitchen was mostly done anyway, and the bit that was left Carmy handled before heading into the office to 'sort some shit'.

So you and Richie worked front of house (as FOH was your domain, too). He was worked up, you could feel the frustration and aggravation in him spilling over. It was like holding your hand over a hot stove; the energy was radiating from him. You helped calm him a little. You put some music on (to keep you awake and to help you focus on cleaning) - it wasn't really his type and if it was anyone but you he would have made some snide comment on it. But because it was you he let you do what you wanted. You chose to put on Bastille's album Give Me the Future. It was a deliberate choice. It wasn't his type but the album has a sci-fi theme and references to some of his favorite things. During the parts with direct references you snuck glances at him to see if he was paying enough attention to notice. He did. He didn't acknowledge it verbally but you did catch him pause a moment, as if to process what he heard. You looked away and smiled. You liked he was paying attention at least.

As the night went on you tried talking him down a bit more. Tried to get him to at least smile. He wasn't receptive, however, so other than the music you worked in silence.

It was nearly finished. You turned off the music but left your phone on the table. You told him you'd take out the trash and that should be the last of it. You hated taking out the trash. One time you did and a raccoon jumped out at you. As much as you think they're cute it was terrifying to have one leap at you in the dark. It became a 'Richie job' after that but tonight his fuse was short and you were trying to do what you could to get things done quicker so he could get home and calm down.

He tried telling you not to, the most he'd spoken in a while. You told him you got it and walked off.

It was nearly 3am. It was pitch black outside. The flood light on the back of the restaurant had burned out so the only light you really had was what was spilling out from the open door. You held your breath and opened the dumpster. No feral but furry animal greeted you and you sigh in relief. So you toss the bag of garbage inside and close the lid.

Before you can turn around the light disappears. The back door closed and now you were left in the dark. Weird. You had propped it open. Someone would have had to have closed it. But they would have saw you, and why would they if they saw you out there.

Your stomach drops. You're afraid. You don't yet know why.

You're not far from the door. You're not afraid of the dark. You're just alone is all.

Except you're not alone.

You're walking towards the door and you're heart is already pounding and you don't yet know why when you hear what sounded like someone taking a step. You freeze and listen. You can't hear anything over your own breathing and your own heart beat so you hold your breath and try to will your heart to slow down.

You wish you hadn't been holding your breath because suddenly there's a hand over your mouth and an arm tightly wrapped around the middle of your torso making it hard for your lungs to fully expand. You're struggling to get enough air through your nose, your panic increasing your demand for oxygen making it feel like you are suffocating.

One of your arms was still free and you grasp at the hand over your mouth and, to your surprise, you manage to rip it away for a split second. You try screaming. You're not actually sure if you did. It felt like one of those nightmares where you try screaming for help but no sound comes out.

Whoever is behind you gets their hand back over your mouth. They wrap their leg around one of yours to pin you for a moment so you don't dart away when they remove their other arm from your body for a split second to grab something from their jacket. You don't know what but you do feel them place their arm tightly around you once more.

They speak. A man. He's demanding things. Money, drugs, whatever of value you could give. You're crying. You have nothing. But they want something. And you just want to get away. You want to be inside with Richie and Carmy and you don't want to be in the dark alone, but not-alone, with this man who has you in his arms and who smells awful and who has something in his hand and maybe it could hurt you but you don't know what it is.

You aren't sure if its better to freeze or to try and get away but being frozen hasn't worked this far. You just need to turn around and make it to the door. You just need to get your hand free and scream. Maybe someone would hear you. Maybe you'd be able to get to the door and open it and call out to Carmy and Richie.

You kick your foot forward to try and knock his leg from around yours. It works a bit. He staggers as he looses his balance slightly. The hand on your mouth slips, just a tiny bit, and for a split second but you can scream. You call out for Richie. The thing he was holding was a knife you realize as the blade grazes the side of your arm as he stumbles and steadies himself and retightens his hold on you. Then the fingernails on the hand around your mouth dig into your cheek and chin as he repositions his hand. He pulls you backwards. To pin you tighter or to move you you're not sure because you feel like cement now. You feel like your bones turned to stone.

He's speaking to you, voice harsh, but you don't know what he's saying. You close your eyes tight and try to block out everything happening.

You don't see the light from the restaurant spill out through the open door. You don't hear heavy footfalls approach. You don't hear the sound of a fist slamming into the side of your assailants head.

You do feel the body around yours shift and the grip loosen. You do feel them get violently ripped away from you. You do feel someone grab your arm and pull you towards them.

You open your eyes. Carmy is pulling you against him. Your back is against him and both of his arms are around you. He's holding you tightly against him and turning you so his body is between yours and your attackers. He's trying to guide you back inside.

You turn your head and look over his shoulder.

The man who last had your body against his was now on the ground. He had been knocked to the ground, one arm was propping him up so he wasn't laying on his back, the other was pressed tightly to his temple. His eyes were closed. The light wasn't the best but you thought you saw blood. The knife he had been holding was on the ground. Light danced on the part of the handle that was exposed. The blade itself was being stood on, securing it to the ground.

From your angle you could see both men. Richie to the left, and the attacker to the right. Richie loomed over him. His foot pinning the knife to the ground, keeping it out of reach of the man who had attacked you. His arm was outstretched, in his hand was his gun. You saw your attacker open his eyes and realize the situation he was in. You saw Richie look into the man's eyes and slowly shake his head twice. In a way it was as if Richie was silently conveying to the man that he not only made a terrible mistake but that he should not dare try anything else now or ever.

Carmy got you inside before you could see anything else. He took you to the back office, sat you down in the chair, shut the door and locked it. He came over to you, crouched down so he could be eye level with you and asked if you were okay. You nod.

He almost accepts your answer until he sees the scratch on your arm from where the knife had grazed you.

You caught a glimpse of Carmy's hand as he held your arm to look at the wound. His knuckles were bloody. You didn't feel or see any obvious bleeding on your arm. You realized it wasn't your blood, and it wasn't his either.

There was a knock at the door followed by Richie's voice calling for Carmy to let him in. Carmy stood and answered the door.

"She good?"

You nod despite not being the one asked.

"He cut her. On the arm."

"I'm fine." Your voice hurt. You didn't realize you had screamed that loudly.

Richie crossed the small room over to you. "Show me." He had crouched down like Carmy had before.

You looked at it yourself for the first time. The mark ran from the middle of your upper arm to a few inches below your elbow. It wasn't bad. You were lucky. It looked more like a cat scratch than anything.

You were left alone with Richie as Carmy fetches the things Richie ordered.

"That's nothing," you rasped.

He gently took your arm in his hands and examined the cut.

"Carmy. Water. Paper towels. Get her something to drink. Fuck's sake." He ordered.

He stood and reached down for your hands. "C'mere." He helped you up and once you were standing he wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly against him. You wrapped your arms around his body as if he would leave you if you let go, though he had no intention to.

When he spoke to you now his voice was softer. His eyes locked with yours. You were always stunned by how bright and blue they are. "You okay sweetheart?"

"I'm fine." but it came out as a whisper, and you were crying.

You closed your eyes. It didn't stop the tears from falling.

You could feel the warmth of his body, the rise and fall of his chest with his breathing, the security of his arms wrapped around you. You could smell his cologne. You could hear his heartbeat and then the way the sound of his voice reverberated in his chest and against your ear as he spoke softly.

"I got you."

[ranharrafantasy]

See Ya' Around - [Wolf TF Story] [Fur Pills Part 1]

"Hey, man! Thanks again for spotting me on the bench! I haven't seen you around before, is this your first time? Oh, it is? That's great, well, welcome! I come to the gym almost daily so if you keep coming, I'm sure we'll run into each other again. I'm taking off now but before I go, I didn't catch your name… Cool! I'm Brayden! Well, see ya' around!"

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2 Months Later

"Hey! Cool to run into you again! It's been awhile. Oh!? My ears? Haha, yeah… I started taking Fur Pills. Have you heard of them? They're these pills that can turn you into an anthropomorphic version of basically any animal you want! The entire transformation process takes a year to complete, though. Yeah, yeah, I know it's different, but something about it, when I saw the ad my gut told me I needed to do it. I've been taking them for about 2 months now. I like waking up and seeing how much I've changed. I just finished my set here, maybe we can spot each other next time? It was great bumping into you again! See ya' around!"

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2 Months Later

"Dude! We keep running into each other as I'm on my way out! That's too bad, I'd love to do a set with you sometime. I show up around 6 everyday if you're here. Yep! Transformations still going strong. I'm growing fur like a mofo and I think something in the pills makes by beard grow like crazy, too! I practically have to shave everyday! Oh, did you have something to say? Oh, of course, you can ask me anything. No worries, I'm an open book, ask away!

"Haha, no, I'm not afraid of what other's think. I'm still me, they're still them; we just look different. Being furry isn't just about sexuality, it's about being your true self and expressing your person the way you want to. In the same way that celebrities get plastic surgery or bald dudes get hair plugs, we are all just trying to exist in a body that make us happy. If others can't see that, then they need to take a look in the mirror.

"I'm glad you asked. I hope that helps. Yeah, I have gotten a few snide comments from a few people. It doesn't bother me. I'll never see them again, and after everything is said and done, it's them who's going home with resentment in their life, not me.

"It was cool catching up with you, I got to run! See ya' around!"

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2 Months Later

"I'm glad we ran into each other on the way in! It was great to workout with you! My workouts sometimes can be a little intense so I'm impressed you were able to keep up. Oh, my fur? Yeah, it's coming in still. Hopefully soon I'll be seeing more drastic results that show I'm a wolf. People keep asking if I'm a husky. What was that? Um, no, not really, I doesn't get too hot to bare with all this fur. I can be a little sweaty after a workout, but I just shower afterwards and it's no big deal. Do you want to feel? Soft huh?! Well, speaking of which, I'm going to hit the showers. Thanks again! See ya' around!"

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2 Months Later

"Hey! It's me, Brayden! I was waving at ya for like 2 minutes, don't you recognize me?! Haha, no worries! My face started to turn shortly after I saw you last! What do you think, not bad, huh? I think I officially look more wolf than human, now! I've been loving it! My tail has been coming in and I'm not going to lie, it wagged when I saw you! Haha!

"The name of the pills? Oh, they're called Fur Pills! They have pills for basically any animal! Bears, tigers, lions, meerkats, horses, you name it! No, it doesn't hurt, on the contrary, it feels good! I'm open to answer any questions you have! Nothing else? No, worries! Great to see you! See ya' round!"

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4 Months Later

"Oh hey! It's you! Bold of you to come up and tap me on the shoulder, what if I were somebody else? Haha, you're right, there aren't many other wolves at this gym. Yup! I'm fully wolf now! My 1 year of transformation ended two weeks ago and I couldn't be happier! Being a wolf is incredible! I love my fur, my ears, my tail! Every part about it has allowed me to truly be me.

"Thanks for supporting me through this. I know we don't know each other well, but still, running into you the past year has meant a lot for me through this process… Uh… Um… There's actually something I've actually been meaning to ask you… Would you maybe like to grab dinner together sometime? I know you still hardly know me and I don't know if you're even into guys… or wolves for that matter, but I just wanted to shoot my shot and-, oh?! You will!? Awesome! Great! Hey, I'll give you my phone number and…

"Well, well, well. Do I, by chance, spot some fur growing from under your shirt? C'mon, don't be shy! Show me! Congrats dude! I'm so happy for you! And if your curious, now that you're becoming furry, you're definitely even more my type, haha! How does Friday sound? Good? Sweet! See you there!"

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Thanks for reading! <3 More transformation content at link in bio.

[oozieoozeborn]

Analyzing the Shadow Kings Part 5 - Pride

Woo hoo! Mild spoilers and I haven't read every appearance of this character.

Hybris get his name directly from Hybris the Greek personification of insolence. This lesser known goddess is also where we get the word hubris which is used to describe someone with excessive pride.

Hybris is a large bat furry with white skin, dark fur around his head and in other locations, and two wings. He is dressed ornately covered in gold jewelry, holding a fancy gold and black cane, he has a tattered red ribbon , and while he doesn't have a shirt he wears loose pants with a loincloth covering his privates.

Notably he has flat nose like some bats, sharp yellow nails on his hands and feet, four ears, his eyes have yellow iris with red sclera, he also has a third eye on his forehead. He has wrinkles around his eyes and markings reminiscent of eyeliner as well.

I don't know why Hybris is a bat. The other Amberdon gods and have an obvious Egyptian mythology connection. He could be based off Camazotz from Mesoamerican mythology as he is depicted as a leaf nosed bat (and is arguably the most famous bat related deity). OR he could have references to the Minyades of greek myth who went mad during a dionysion revel and at the end of the myth get turned into bats. I only bring up the Minyades because the myth is similar to how Hybris acts after Jalam activates the vessel of mimicry.

Hybris is usually very snide and manipulative to those around him. He is very patronizing often giving overly excited or backhanded compliments. Hybris will also switch to being a lecherous old man at the drop of a hat doing things like flashing people and describing what he wants in explicit detail.

Hybris breaks a tradition of the shadow kings by first appearing in the final episode of the previous chapter instead of the middle of chapter 5. He appears before Elaine protecting her from mummies before revealing he manipulated her into betraying her friends under the false promise of saving her father. Getting the empty vessel from Elaine.

For the rest of the chapter he takes a backseat to Jalam and Zacharoff subtly manipulating the pair. If you don't look at the "nsfw" scenes involving Zacharoff you instead get Hybris speaking to the king.

Hybris's plan was to copy the empty vessel and using that copy to ascend either Jalam or Zacharoff into true godhood. From there the demon would buy his time until he could steal the throne of god from them for himself.

His plan failed when Gaia finally transformed into a full fledged dragon god himself, and defeated Zacharoff. In a pretty vindicating scene for me Jalam finally does something right and shuts Hybris up after the shadow king starts belittling Zacharoff for his loss.

Hybris doesn't change all that much after chapter 5 he still follows Jalam and Zacharoff around making snide or perverted comments. I feel what changes more is that the other characters don't really listen to him as much so he has less influence as a whole.

I have a huge blind spot for Amberdon characters (Elaine and Zacharoff are two of my favs). So I do have a built in blind spot for this shitty old man. He fills the niche of bitchy old queen so well it would be so fun to just heckle things with the guy.

[starrymused]

@lannamused

Bakugo hadn't wanted to attend this Halloween party they all decided to have in the dorms, but he hadn't been quick enough to escape and now Ashido was jamming wolf ears on his head.

"And that's the last touch!"

She'd organized his entire costume, knowing that he wouldn't have chosen anything for himself. At least it was somewhat normal (even though he hated the weird collar around his neck) instead of being a damn furry suit or something. Ashido paused for a second, eyes glancing down his body.

"Although, you should wear a ta—"

"I'm not wearing a tail. I let you get away with this annoying collar."

Ashido sighed, conceding his point. "Okay, okay, then you're good to go!"

Bakugo was already planning his exit from this party as he was shoved out the room while she continued with her costume. Rolling his eyes, he headed off downstairs. What even was he? A normal wolf? A werewolf? He had no idea. All he knew was that he'd bite the head off anyone who made any snide comments.

[total-drama-takes-takes-2]

ttwt episode 8

“Last time, on Total Takes World Tour: the teens competed in an all-out race from Wales- the place, not the animal, MAL- to England, where they were “rewarded” with a delicious helping of classic British cuisine. Sha-Mod came to terms with his face, and a 35,000 foot drop after he was unanimously eliminated- or was he? Haha. Mystery and drama make a great combination, and we’re serving them to you- right here, right now, on Total Takes: World Tour!”

Michela pokes at her gelatinous helping of eggs from the galley. She moves down the line, dumping a portion of furry oatmeal on her plate before giving up, dropping the whole thing in the garbage and sitting with a cup of warm water. 

“Not hungry?” Albert asks, separating his own oatmeal into bite-size chunks. 

“Not really. I feel really bad about what happened to Sha-Mod,” she sighs. “It had to be Patrick- he tampered with the votes. We all agreed to vote for him.”

Albert looks across the room to where Patrick is leaning against the wall, nodding his head along with whatever music is playing over his Walkman. 

“I’m not mistrusting your judgment, but… him? He’s not exactly the brightest bulb in the bunch,”

“He has a track record,” she says, glaring at him. “And he knew we were going to vote for him.”

Albert shrugs. From across the room, Max squints. 

---

MAX: “Everyone thinks he’s sooo great, Mr. “I put Chris in jail!”. Well, I’m not falling for that. There’s something off about him. I'm going to figure out what. This is possibly my greatest case yet,” he pulls out a deerstalker cap and puts it on confidently.

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Bonnie nudges his shoulder. “Lay off, man. Try not to think about it so much,”

“It’s not that, it’s… never mind,” he sighs. “Let’s just focus on the challenge today. I’m sick of economy.”

The two turn back to their team, who are drifting around nervously. Staci looks exhausted, barely holding her head up over her bacon and eggs. Kelly is at her side, watching over her nervously, and Phillip is sitting under the table. 

“Not looking too good,” Bonnie sighs. “I wish Caesar were here.”

Max shrugs and begins walking back to the group. “That makes one of us,”

---

BONNIE: “In a way, I really do appreciate Max’s complete apathy towards me and Caesar- sure, it’s rude, and he’s a little prick, but at least he’s not being borderline obsessive over us,”

---

Bonnie follows shortly after and takes a seat on Staci’s other side. She immediately turns to them. “Bonnie, can I ask for some advice?”

They grumble, and then sigh. “Fine,”

“Well… I’ve read all about leadership, communication, and effective group work, and I still can’t get anyone to listen. What should I do?”

“How should I know?” Bonnie asks, raising an eyebrow. 

“I-I just mean… you seem so confident… I could’ve never done what you did. Confessing your feelings on national TV,”

“International!” Max corrects from across the table. Bonnie glares at him. 

“It’s not like that. That wasn’t me being… brave, or whatever, I was forced to. I hated every second of it!”

“But you still did, and you made it look so cool…” Staci says nervously, twiddling their thumbs and looking down at their lap. 

Bonnie sighs. “Okay, just… try not to think too hard about it. You can’t force yourself to be good at something, right?”

“Disagree,” Max says. Bonnie glares again. 

“Ignore him. Just don’t expect reading to teach you everything,” they shrug, then get up and move to the other side of the table. 

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STACI: “Um, I mean, no offense, but reading is kind of my thing. Do you know how many kin guides I’ve written? Reading is a prerequisite to experience, not the other way around! But... if that's what it takes...”

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First class is unusually tense this morning. 

Ass and Courtney are both awake, but there’s no bickering, no disagreements, not even any snide comments- rather, they’re both focused on the blonde across the cabin. 

Julia is pacing back and forth murmuring to herself. 

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JULIA: “Big surprise, Patrick tampered with the votes. I don’t know why I didn’t see this coming,” she pauses to sigh. “I guess if you want something done, you gotta do it yourself.”

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Back in economy, Michela watches as the plane begins landing over a great expanse of green, her eyes wide. “This looks a lot like-”

“That’s right! Welcome to Quebec, Canada!” Chris’ voice blares over the intercom. 

The rest of economy class crowd around Michela and oohs at the trees and rivers beneath them as the plane begins its descent. 

The pink-haired girl takes a seat and buckles in as the altitude decreases. “Hopefully this’ll be easy,”

“Easy?” Albert asks, fidgeting with his seatbelt. 

“My family is French, most of us live in Quebec,” she shrugs. “In Island I was apparently the fan favorite from the province, so maybe Chris’ll throw us a bone.”

“I wouldn’t get your hopes up, honey,” Patrick chuckles. He’s standing in front of the two, hands on his hips. “There are no free handouts in life, I- YEOWWWWWW!”

He screams as the plane nosedives and sends him flying around the cabin. Neither Michela nor Albert look very concerned with helping him. 

Bonnie ducks as Patrick goes flying overhead, smacking against the walls like he’s stuck in a pinball machine. “Hey, watch it!”

“Can you guys PLEASE get him under control!” Staci shouts. Michela shrugs. 

She scoffs and turns to her team. “Well, I’d never do that to you guys. Not even you, Phillip,”

He beams. “You… wouldn’t let me die?”

“Of course not! You’re a part of the team,”

Phillip grins and reaches under his seat for his notebook (just in time for Patrick to go flying over his spot). “I drew these for you,” he says, handing Staci a stack of crude crayon drawings. Most of them are of oddly shaped horses, but one is a self portrait. 

“Aww, that’s so sweet!” they say, rifling through the pages. “And this is a great self-portrait. Is your real name Alejandro?”

He shrugs bashfully. “No, but I really see myself in Alejandro from the original show. He’s literally me,”

Staci’s eyes go wide. “Oh. My. Gosh! You’re a fellow kinnie!”

“A what?”

She squeals and claps her hands. Max looks suicidal. 

“Do you have Tumblr? We should follow each other’s blogs. I’m a Staci kin, but since TTI I’ve also started kinning Topher, Gwen, Brick, Dawn…” she counts off the list on her fingers. “Basically, I’m expanding my kin horizons and I’ve never met a kinnie IRL!”

“This is torture. Kill me, please,” Max says to Bonnie. 

They grunt, putting their hands over their ears. “Let’s make a pact,”

---

“Bienvenue and welcome to beautiful Quebec!” Chris says as the teens exit the plane. 

Michela raises an eyebrow. “That was just “welcome” twice,”

“Whatever. Your challenge today is a simple two-parter- you’ll start here, in the rolling forests of beautiful Canada, with these,” he holds up three buckets, and three taps, tossing one of each to each team. “Fun fact: Quebec is the number one producer of maple syrup in the entire world. Today, you guys will be continuing that tradition!”

“You seriously expect us to get sap with these?” Courtney holds up the thin metal tap. 

“Uh-huh, not to mention boiling it and filtering it to perfection to get that tasty syrup. Your results will be criticized by Judge Chef,” he jabs his thumb backwards, to where Chef is sitting at a table in the woods. “And then we’ll move on to your next challenge.”

Michela raises a hand. “But… it’s summer,”

“An excellent point from our resident North American Frenchie,” Chris says, pointing a finger in her direction. “Since trees are tapped in late winter, we’ve hidden some special, man-made trees ready for sapping around the woods. You gotta find ‘em.” he chuckles. 

The teens groan. A warm breeze pushes through the trees, and a bird squawks overhead. 

“Enough whining. Now get to it!”

After a beat, the teams start wandering off, walking alongside each other cautiously. Team Yaoi starts off in the lead, heading north. “So… does anyone have any idea how to tap a tree?” Courtney asks. 

“Don’t you just ram it in there and the… stuff comes out?” Ass shrugs. 

“Sap. And don’t make it sound so crude, there has to be some method to it,”

“Sure! It’s called taking the tap, and shoving it into the tree!”

“You are so insufferable!”

Ass and Courtney begin bickering uninterrupted while Julia murmurs to herself, walking ahead of them with Mal shortly behind. “We can’t lose, can’t lose again,”

“Sure thing. Now try telling those idiots that,” Mal says, snorting. “But Assney is trending again, so at least they’re doing something.”

“That means literally nothing to me,” Julia sighs. 

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The sun is bright and warm today, making the trek through the woods almost pleasant for Team Friendship- in fact, today is the first day in a long time where the air surrounding the group is actually friendly. 

Bonnie and Max are inadvertently leading the rest, making snide remarks about the other teams (particularly a certain ferocious blonde and an environmentalist). Close behind them, Staci and Phillip are discussing fandom politics. 

Far behind the rest of the group, Kelly trudges along. 

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KELLY: “Did I do something wrong? Is there a reason why everyone’s moving on without me? I-I mean, in the literal sense. They’re walking fast. Nothing else!”

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“Up there!” Bonnie says, pointing ahead. A large, obviously metallic tree is sticking out of the ground. A bird lands on one of its branches and gets electrocuted. 

“I think we’re the first team to find ours- let’s hurry!” Staci says, running ahead. The team follows behind her as a familiar ding indicates everyone’s fears coming true- song time. 

“We’re heading down to Quebec, those cold eastern woods!” Bonnie sings, tossing the tap to Max. 

He catches it and sets down the bucket. “We’ll take the sap, make it sweet, and boil that syrup good!”

Across the woods, Courtney flicks their team’s tap. “I can’t get a drop to spare, so we better find a plan!”

Ass shoves them out of the way and bounces a rock in their palm. “It’s gotta be deeper, further, in that trunk, so move your little hands,” Courtney jumps out of the way as Ass starts pounding in the tap with a rock. “In! In! In!”

“It’s a sap shanty, and it’s darn catchy!” Julia sings along. “Come on, people, let’s win!”

Further in the woods, Albert screws their tap into a metal tree and a clear liquid begins to pour out of it. Patrick gives him a heavy punch on the shoulder. “Man, you’re a basket case, but you sure can tap a tree!”

Michela shoves a finger in Patrick’s face. “Watch it, man, I’m onto you, you’re not fooling me!” 

He rolls his eyes. 

Back across the woods, liquid finally begins pouring from the metal husk. Team Friendship cheers. “Winning to-day, teamies, first class here we come!”

Back over at Team Yaoi, Julia picks up. “Let’s win this thing, keep singing, I’ll trash that lying scum!”

Albert finishes filling their quota and pulls the tap from the tree, thanks it, then sings. “It’s a sap shanty, and it’s darn catchy!” Michela picks up Team Mojo’s bucketful of sap and begins running back to the plane. “C’est un chanson de sève, et c’est mag-ni-fique!”

All three teams stop at the plane at the same time, panting as the song ends. Michela stands first. “Alright, let’s go!” 

The other groupings follow, finding their supplies already laid out for them and their instructions ready. Staci takes the sheet and squints. “Crap, this is in French,”

“Quebecois French,” Max corrects, setting down their bucket. He takes the pamphlet from them. “I took four years of European French. How much different could it be?”

Michela snorts at him from where Team Mojo is set up. He looks up at her with wide eyes and she salutes him with a smile. “Mets-en!”

Team Friendship turns to Max and he sighs. “Okay, maybe a little different. But this is an instruction manual, surely it's intelligable?”

“We’ll see,” Bonnie mumbles. 

Julia blinks at her team's instructions. “Um… Mal, how long would it take to translate all this?”

“I could just image translate it,” she says, not bothering to look up from her phone. Julia opens her mouth. “-If my camera wasn’t shattered.”

She sighs. Courtney raises an eyebrow. “How do you break a phone camera?”

“Bonnie caught me taking pictures and smashed it with a hammer,” Mal sulks. 

“Great! Just great! Dumb goth,” Julia murmurs. “Whatever, it’s fine. All we need are numbers, right? Temperatures and times or whatever?”

Ass and Courtney look between each other, and then shrug. 

---

The table Chef is sitting at is far too fancy for the show- covered in a white table cloth, adorned with a porcelain vase full of lilies. Chris sits at the edge of the surface, whistling and picking at his nails. 

“Sooo… you see that new show?” the host asks nonchalantly. 

Chef shakes his head. “Not gonna, it seems confusing. What do you care?”

“Just making conversation, dude. Oh, here we go- Team Mojo!”

Michela, Albert, and Patrick run up with a small vial of warm brown liquid. The pink-haired girl sets it down on the table and then phews, wiping her forehead. 

Chef uncorks the glass and dips his pinkie finger in it, giving it a light taste. The team watches in anticipation as he smacks the flavor around his mouth, then: gives a thumbs up. “10/10,” 

Albert and Michela cheer, and even Patrick cracks a small smile. 

“Mojos, you may move on to the next part of the challenge,” Chris says. “If you’ll continue left, you’ll find a stage waiting for you.”

They high five and run off. Team Friendship runs up next, their syrup more apple juice-like in color and consistency. 

Chef gives the team an odd look, but tastes it anyway. He shrugs. “Edible. 6/10. Move on!”

Team Friendship huffs and keeps running. “Good work, Max!” Staci says. He rolls his eyes and catches up to Bonnie. 

“Is it just me, or is Staci totally kissing my ass today?”

Bonnie shrugs. “She’s looking for guidance. You’re kind of a natural leader,”

“Don’t flatter me,”

“I’m being serious. I couldn’t do half the stuff you do,” they say. “I wish people would go to you instead of me.”

He rolls his eyes. “You know, at some point you’re going to have to accept that people actually like you now,”

They scoff. “Oh, whatever,”

“Look at them,” he whispers harshly. They turn back to the group behind them. “They worship the ground you walk on.”

Bonnie gives him a glare. “Keep dreaming, Pachmann,”

“Your last name is Pachmann?” Phillip asks from ahead of them. “Like the video game guy?”

“Yes! Shut up!” Max shouts, then turns to Bonnie. “I told you that in confidence! How would you feel if I started going around reminding everyone Bonnie is short for-”

Bonnie puts their hands up. “Alright! Point taken! Let's just drop this, okay?” and they speed up.

---

Last to arrive at the judgment table is Team Yaoi, who are looking exhausted and frazzled. Julia drags Mal behind her, who has a glass vial of something solid stuck to her right shoulder. 

“And if you had been watching the pan, it wouldn’t have over-boiled!” Courtney shouts, pointing in Ass’ face. 

They scoff. “And if you had stopped nitpicking, I could’ve actually paid attention! Backseat driver much?”

Courtney gasps in offense and the two keep bickering. Julia picks up Mal by the scruff and sets her on the table. “Bon. Appetit,” she huffs, stepping back. 

Chef raises an eyebrow, staring at the sticky mess on Mal’s arm, then the crystalized syrup. He shakes his head. “Inedible. 0/10!”

“You guys are lucky we’re on a schedule,” Chris says, tapping his watch. “I was really looking forward to sending you back to the woods for another try. You got lucky- onto the next part of the challenge!”

Julia groans in exasperation and picks Mal up again, dragging her off. 

---

“Another vibrant part of Quebecois life are the arts- particularly the dance,” Chris explains, pacing a hastily-constructed stage. “Today, you’ll be dancing La Bastringue- a traditional folk dance that you’ll need to work together for- Team Yaoi!” 

Julia rolls her eyes. Chris goes on: “This is both a group and a duo project- which means you’ll be sorting yourselves into pairs,”

Staci raises a hand. “Um, we have an uneven number of players,”

“So do we,” Michela says, crossing her arms. 

“I know,” The host chuckles. “Odd ones out on Team Friendship and Team Mojo will get each other. Good luck, and happy pickings!”

Albert sighs. “So, I guess we’ll-”

“I call the pink one,” Patrick says, grabbing Michela’s arm. 

She scoffs. “As if I’d ever want to-”

“I’m not dancing with him. That's gay,” he stops, pointing towards Albert. “Or any of them. That's even gayer.” he gestures to Team Friendship. “And if you know what’s good for this team, you’ll agree!”

Michela growls, and Albert sighs. “Fine! You win, Patrick,”

Patrick grins widely, and Michela turns to Albert with a mystified expression. He shrugs. 

---

ALBERT: “Patrick thinks he’s smart. It’s pathetic. But I can’t let him know that he’s not a threat, otherwise he might get worried and do something irrational, like an animal backed into a corner,” he smiles slowly. “He’ll get what’s coming to him.”

---

Bonnie and Max reluctantly link arms. Kelly turns to Staci. “So, partners?”

“Oh, um, sorry, but I already promised Phillip I’d team with him. We’re having a really fun discussion about kin drama,” Staci giggles. “I’ll get you next time, though!”

Kelly smiles softly. “That’s alright. So I’m with…”

“Me,” Albert says, suddenly appearing right behind them. They jump slightly. “Not a team favorite, huh?”

“Well… I just got unlucky. What about you?” they ask. 

“I volunteered. I’m doing those two a favor, really,” he sighs, jabbing his thumb behind him. “And there's no such thing as luck, by the way.”

Kelly raises an eyebrow, but shakes off the odd remark and returns to the task at hand as Chris calls everyone over. Neither Ass, nor Courtney, wanted to work with Mal, leaving them with each other. 

Chef stands on the stage with a barrage of crude, faceless cardboard cutouts of past players. “The dance is pretty simple. You start off together, holding hands,” Chris says in a scary voice, wiggling his fingers. “Then you break off into your duos, do the usual ballroom dancing nonsense, blah, blah, blah..” he goes on as Chef demonstrates on stage. “Get up here!”

The teens stand in a circle on stage, holding hands and looking at each other uneasily. “How do we win?” Courtney asks, glaring at Ass.

“Last man standing,”

“In a dance competition?” Patrick scoffs. “Are we going to finger-paint and read bedtime stories after?”

“Oh, I wouldn’t be so confident if I were you,” Chris chuckles. “Ready? Set? Dance!”

Every competitor, united by their hands, spins in an uneasy circle around the stage. They raise their wrists up, pulling their hands to the sky and move in and out of the circle in a flowery, delicate movement. 

Michela has to practically yank Patrick along as he stands as stiff as a board. The duos begin to splinter off, hands intertwined and placed firmly on hips and shoulders. They awkwardly spin around each other. 

“Ow! You just stepped on my foot!” Courtney hisses. 

Ass scoffs. “I’m not a dancer, sue me!”

“As if I’d give you the time of the day!”

“Guys, keep it together,” Julia says, passing them by while Mal hums to herself merrily. Courtney and Ass roll their eyes in sync. 

“Is it just me, or lately has she had a massive stick up her a-” 

“Ass!” Courtney chides. “Be civil. She’s trying her best.”

“She’s been really riding on us for not winning, though. What’s her deal?”

Courtney looks both ways as they spin around the circle and leans in. “I heard her in the confessional this morning. Apparently, she tried to get Patrick off Team Mojo, but he messed with the votes and Sha-Mod got kicked off instead. She’s majorly pissed about it,”

“I would be too,” Ass murmurs, looking across the stage to where Michela is dragging Patrick around like his feet are encased in concrete. “Dude’s a total airhead”

“I know. So let’s take it easy on her, okay?”

Ass sighs. “Fine. Whatever you say, Strawberry Shortcake,”

Courtney smiles and squeezes their shoulder, prompting Ass to turn away and look back into the crowd. 

One of the tiles on the wooden floor shoots a burst of electricity up, frying off Mal’s eyebrows. Julia gasps and takes a step back. “Out!” Chris yells. She groans. 

Max and Bonnie move across the floor stiffly and awkwardly, walking more so than dancing. Both shuffle their feet to avoid stepping on each other, and both are looking in different directions. Max is fixed on Michela and Patrick, Bonnie is watching Albert and Kelly cautiously. 

The latter two are moving with some ease, not held back by reluctant partners or bickering like most of the other pairings. Still, though, there’s some sense of discomfort in the air. 

Kelly gazes off towards the rest of their team, watching longingly. 

“I see you still haven’t taken my advice,” Albert says. “Still happy-go-lucky over nothing, right?”

“There’s nothing wrong with positivity,” they respond automatically, as if they’d rehearsed the defense a thousand times. 

“But there is, isn’t there?”

Kelly turns back towards Albert and looks at him. His gaze is somewhat lowered, but very fixed on them. 

“Getting your hopes up over nothing. The universe doesn’t work like that. I would know,”

“What do you mean?” They ask, half-intrigued and half-uneasy. 

He starts speaking, but pauses once the two are forced to rejoin the group for more hand-holding and circle time. Once they split off again, he clears his throat. 

“Okay, think about it this way: the universe is infinite. Correct?”

They shrug, then nod. 

“And we’re one tiny speck, completely alone- and don’t argue with me on this- there’s been no evidence of advanced civilization outside our rock,”

“I guess so,”

“Only 5% of the cosmos contain the necessary ingredients to sustain life. And even then, there are millions of other factors. You’re not religious, are you?”

“Not particularly,”

“I’m not, either. So, how is it that we can live in a world with trees and fish and reality TV and radioactive poison? Why is it just us?” he says, pausing to spin them around. “It’s random. Like a slot machine. There’s no luck, no fate, no higher order that plans these things out. The universe is chaotic and empty, and we just happen to be the poor bastards living in it.”

Kelly shakes their head. “I don’t agree with that. It isn’t meaningless,”

“Did I say it was meaningless?” he says, lowering his eyes again. “No, there’s meaning. Everyone has a purpose. I said it’s chaotic. You might have a meaning, and then a cruel twist of events can take that away from you.” he pauses to gesture towards Staci. Kelly follows his fingers. 

“So, what’s the point of it all to you?” they ask. “We just shouldn’t try to make the world a better place?”

He sighs a little. “You really are a blonde, aren’t you? No. I don’t think we should just give up and lie around eating ice cream all day, but we also shouldn’t waste our time ‘manifesting’ anything. If you want something done,” he says, twirling them around again to face their team. “You have to do it yourself.”

A burst of flames shoots out of the floor and singes Phillip, turning his entire body a sooty black. Kelly raises an eyebrow and turns back to Albert. 

“See? Random,”

Staci helps him off the floor just as everyone’s attention is diverted to Michela, who’s shouting loudly at Patrick now. The two have stopped moving to yell at each other, forcing Chef to grab both of them and toss them off the platform. 

The distraction pulls Kelly and Albert's eyes off the floor just long enough for it to open under them- both falling through a trapdoor and onto the earth below them. 

“Well, there’s my cue,” Albert says, letting go of Kelly’s clammy hands. “Just think about what I said, alright? There’s no use crying over spilled milk.”

And with that, he walks off. 

---

ALBERT: “I guess I just felt bad for them, if anything. They remind me a lot of my younger self: clueless,”

---

Courtney and Ass, and Bonnie and Max, remain the only players left on the platform. Neither of them are dancing very well, and both are watching the floor nervously for any surprises. 

Bonnie manages to grab Max and pull him out of the way as another section of the floor disappears beneath his feet. “Ew, your hands are all sweaty,”

“Cool, next time I’ll let you fall!” Bonnie says in a cheerily-sarcastic tone. Max rolls his eyes. 

“One, two, one, two,” Courtney murmurs, guiding their feet around Ass’. 

They wrinkle their nose. “You’re breathing in my face,”

“Sorry, I’m trying to focus,” they say. “Julia staring is making me really nervous.”

Ass looks over to the ground below the platform, where Jules is glaring at the both of them, hands on her hips. They roll their eyes. 

“Just ignore her. She’s gone boy-crazy,” they murmur. “Except instead of kissing boys she wants to kill them.”

“Hah, makes two of us,” Courtney grins. Ass laughs back. There’s a long pause. “What’s your real name, again? I keep forgetting.”

“Natalie,” they shrug. “What’s yours?”

“Hm?”

“Courtney isn’t your real name,” they grin. “Can’t be. So what’re you hiding?”

“Oh, nothing, I just… I use my online persona as my name because it’s easier,” Courtney shrugs. “Plus, Mal… I mean, she does too, but I’d hate for her to find any more personal information about me. She’s a little dox-crazy.”

“Every new piece of information I learn about that twit,” Ass sighs, rolling their eyes. “Can’t believe I ever saw anything in her.”

“Me either…” Courtney trails off. “You and her were never…. Right?”

“Oh, God, no. I mean, I guess it might’ve gone in that direction if we’d stayed friends, but that’d have made the reveal even worse,” they say sharply, avoiding eye contact. “Why do you ask?”

“It’s… not important,” 

Ass’ eyes widen. “No. Really?”

“It was a phase! Well, that’s what she thinks of it,” Courtney says. “It was my first real relationship, even if it was online, and it… well… never mind, I don’t want to talk about it anymore.”

“Whatever,” Ass mumbles. “But I get it. Kind of. I can’t believe she managed to fool me into thinking she was someone I could trust.”

“I get the feeling,”

The two smile at each other for a moment before Max’s screams in the background pull their attention back to behind them. Bonnie shouts “STOP DROP AND ROLL!” while trying to smother the flame on his blazer. 

He drops off the platform, into a pile of wet grass and groans. Bonnie winces. 

“Youuuuu’re out!” Chris shouts. “Once again, Team Yaoi have won the challenge!”

Julia sighs, relieved, and Courtney and Ass high-five. 

“It’s about TIME you two started getting along,” the blonde snaps as they step off the platform. Ass rolls their eyes. 

“Team Mojo, since all of your players were out first, you’ll be going back to the elimination hall-”

“WOOOOO!” Julia shouts, pumping her fists. 

“-Is what I would say if this wasn’t a reward challenge!”

Patrick smirks and the smile drops off her face. “Say what now?”

Chris gestures behind him and Chef rolls a large dolly carrying a massive container of maple syrup. “Your winnings for today are this ginormous, 2 meter tall syrup… to share,” he smiles. “Enjoy first class!”

---

The sky outside is dark and full of stars, the mood inside the plane is cozy and warm, but Julia isn’t enjoying any amenities or beauties from today. 

She sulks in one of the plush first class seats, leaning back as low as she can and kicking her feet up on the chair across from her. Mal is sitting at the mocktail bar, enjoying what she calls a “Mal Special” (one cup of ginger ale and one cup of milk mixed together) while scrolling through her phone, and Ass and Courtney are having a catered dinner together at the fancy first-class dining table. 

---

JULIA: “One thing- all I ask for- just ONE thing, and that lousy, ungrateful, self-obsessed princess is still sitting on this plane!”

---

Economy is a little more cheerful tonight. Patrick had gone to sleep at his usual 8 PM sharp (to avoid morning puffiness and dark circles), Albert is reading, and Phillip and Staci have been swapping fanfiction and poetry for the past few hours. 

Michela and Max have cozied themselves up in one corner of the plane, and are currently chatting quietly about the day’s events. 

“He’s such a pain,” she sighs, resting her arm on Max’s shoulder. “I already miss Sha-Mod. I mean, no one even got lost today! I didn’t have a single side quest to complete!”

“And you still lost,” Max shakes his head. Michela shoves him and he falls off the bench, laughing. 

“We both lost, you jerk,” she says, offering him a hand. He takes it and she pulls him back up on the bench with ease. “It was a group effort.”

“At least you tried,” he says, eyes drifting back to his team. “I don’t know what I’m going to do with these people, really. They’re hopeless.”

“Aw, you miss me,” she goes to elbow him and his arm parries hers with expert precision. He elbows her back. 

“Sure, whatever. Maybe I do,”

“Well, I maybe-miss you too,”

Down the bench, Albert rolls his eyes and buries himself deeper in his book. A round of giggles from Phillip and Staci take over the air in the space, but no one besides Kelly pays them much attention. 

They stand and sit next to Bonnie, who stifles a groan. “What now?”

“I just… um, I just wanted to see how you were doing,” Kelly says, almost nervously. 

“Fine. Tired. What’s wrong?”

They shake their head. “Nothing! I just saw you alone tonight and figured you might need some company,”

Bonnie pauses for a good, long moment, then sighs. “Alright. What did you want to talk about?”

Kelly claps their hands and takes a deep breath. “We can talk about anything- have you been keeping up with the Celebrity Manhunt drama? Or- ooh, what’s your sign? What’s your favorite color? Can I paint your nails?”

“Um…” Bonnie thinks for a moment. “No, I don’t know, purple, and… fine, I guess.”

---

BONNIE: “I guess Max was a little right- people do want to be my friend now. I’m not sure how I’m supposed to feel about that. I mean, I went from having no friends to having one friend, and that was weird enough- now everyone and their grandma wants to get coffee together and gab about the latest gossip? How do I go from 0 to 100 like that!”

---

KELLY: “See? Albert was wrong. There’s nothing wrong with being a positive, nice person,” they smile, then sigh. “For an environmentalist, you’d think he’d be a little more optimistic. But never mind that- plum is so Bonnie’s color!”

---

Economy becomes silent again as Max and Michela fall asleep, Staci returns to reading some impossibly heavy book, Phillip goes back to standing in the window to “absorb the moon’s power”, and Bonnie and Kelly talk quietly while the latter paints their nails a warm shade of purple. 

Albert looks up from his book for a moment, then rolls his eyes.

[canarymemories]

syncopation

rating: general audiences

archive warning: no archive warnings apply

relationship: sena izumi, tsukinaga leo

additional tags: fluff, established relationship, humor, or at least i think i'm funny, happy meowzart day everyone 🎉🎉, should meowzart be her own character tag gkxks

published: 2023-12-24

word count: 2,197

series: adventures with meowzart

summary: in which leo is so totally not jealous of a little cat.

here on ao3

leo is not jealous of a little cat and it is so not funny, thank you very much, rittsu.

izumi bringing meowzart home wasn’t a problem in the slightest; leo more than enjoys having a furry little roommate. it’s just that meowzart hogs all of izumi’s attention and it’s not fair. sure, izumi still kisses him on the cheek before either of them leave the apartment without the other and he still fondly smiles and rolls his eyes when leo says something dumb, but that little cat somehow always gets herself in the way of it.

for instance, a few weeks back, izumi grabbed his keys from the ring they sat on, identical to the one meant for leo’s keys that he hardly ever used. “i’ll be heading out now,” he said.

leo nodded, having followed izumi to the entrance of their apartment. meowzart trotted after them. really, it was as if she had a detector built into her to let her know whenever izumi was leaving. she’d always make sure to circle izumi’s ankles as he was getting ready to leave and this time was no different. “see you later, sena,” leo said, choosing to ignore meowzart for now.

izumi took half a step forward to bridge the gap between them, but rather than meeting leo halfway as expected, he bent down and scooped meowzart up from the floor.

leo stared blankly, leaning forward ever so slightly and awkwardly with no destination in mind seeing that izumi was now standing with their cat in his arms. the quiet babytalk was cute if leo was being honest, but the longer it went on with under the chin scritches being added, the more annoyed he got. 

seemingly unaware of this, izumi pressed a quick kiss to the top of meowzart’s head to which she purred loudly to. leo pouted. that kiss was supposed to be his.

“here, you take her so she doesn’t try to run out with me,” izumi said, carefully placing meowzart in leo’s unready arms.

rather than saying how much he doubted meowzart would actually try to leave nor let out a snide comment about how she wouldn’t want to follow him out if he didn’t baby her so much before he left, leo continued pouting, now with a cat in his arms.

izumi clicked his tongue. “what’s that look for?”

leo humphed, adjusting meowzart as she got to work playing with his side ponytail just as she always did. “what look?”

“whatever,” izumi muttered. he leaned in for real this time, a hand ghosting over leo’s cheek as a kiss was pressed to his forehead. “make sure you actually eat lunch this time, okay?”

leo gasped. “sena, it was one time.” okay, so maybe it was definitely more than once but that was not the point.

izumi leveled him with a silent stare. meowzart looked between them, probably wondering why she was in leo’s arms and not izumi’s.

“okay, it’s been more than once,” leo gave in easily. “but it’s easy to forget that stuff, but i have you to remind me, sena.” he smiled at izumi. it was true, having izumi in his life and living together kept leo far more organized and aware of his basic needs than if they were apart.

izumi seemed to accept the praise, a small smile formed that he tried to hide, but leo saw it before he could.

doing his best to avoid leo’s gaze, izumi looked down at his watch. “i’m going to be late. bye, leo-kun.”

before izumi had the chance to open the door and slip out for a few hours, leo lightly pulled at his sleeve to stop him. careful of the cat in his hold, leo gave izumi a quick peck on the lips. “bye, sena.”

once it was just the two of them, izumi finally gone for his shoot, leo looked down at meowzart who only stared back up at him. “haha, i got two kisses and you only got one,” he said, childishly sticking his tongue out at her.

meowzart batted his cheek hard, thankfully without claws.

ever since then, leo thinks the cat has it out for him.

he’ll finish writing some great new masterpiece in his bedroom-turned-mini-studio and sleepily shuffle down the hall to izumi’s room to stop his journey once he’s next to the bed. without fail, meowzart will either be on his pillow or his part of the blanket, sometimes even curled into izumi’s side exactly where leo’s meant to be. and of course, he doesn’t want to move her — that’s just mean and she looks so cute when she’s all curled up and content — but still, he’d like to sleep next to izumi and cuddle with him too.

even when they sit together on the couch doing their own thing or watching something together, meowzart will slide herself into the space between them. sometimes she’ll hop up onto izumi’s lap and make herself comfortable and, if she’s feeling particularly vengeful, she’ll roll onto her back and do something incredibly cute that izumi will sit there and coo over her about for at least five minutes.

the thing is, there’s times when the two of them get along perfectly fine.

while leo sits at his keyboard, fingers pressing keys until the right melody comes together, meowzart will let herself into the room. sometimes she finds herself a nice little spot on his bed or his lap and takes a cat nap as he works. other times, she’ll get more curious and hop up onto his chair — or even worse, directly onto the keyboard — paying little mind to him, as she taps at the keys, mimicking him.

leo had been so overjoyed when she did that the first time (and the next few times after that) that he told anyone that would listen.

“sena,” he’d said, meowzart in his hands, ”our daughter is a musical genius.”

izumi had rolled his eyes from where he stood leaning against the doorframe of leo’s room, a soft smile pulling at his lips. “she gets it from you, i guess.”

eventually, with meowzart constantly trying to hop onto the keyboard as he tried to work, the two of them searched for a compromise, which came in the form of a small colorful xylophone meant for a toddler. meowzart doesn’t mind this as she will gleefully sit there and bat at it until the notes work while leo sits at his keyboard.

(there’s been more than enough videos of her playing her xylophone sent to the knights group chat that both arashi and ritsu ask if it’s xylophone time or not. tsukasa will remind them that the point of the group chat is to talk about work but leo knows he likes seeing the videos too.)

she’ll also happily sit on his lap or sprawl herself across him as he lays on the floor or the couch writing new music. so the issue isn’t that they simply don’t get along, but rather they don’t get along once izumi is involved.

and that leads leo to now as he sits on the couch, watching izumi pet meowzart on the other end.

just last night, he’d tried to crawl into bed at some early hour of the morning, far later than he’d promised izumi he would go to bed, but meowzart sat stubbornly on the blanket on his side of the bed as she stood guard over izumi.

“meowzart, please,” leo whispered. “can’t you just move a little? i’m tired.”

her little blue eyes stared wholly unamused up at him in the dark of the room.

leo took to gently nudging her — seriously, he only needed a little more space and he would’ve been able to slip into bed just fine — trying to move her in the nicest way he can. he didn’t expect her to unloaf and start smacking at his hand, a soft warning rumble coming from her.

“there’s the rest of the bed to lay on,” he quietly hisses back at her. maybe he should’ve tried convincing izumi that she should have a cat bed. not like she would actually use it given that she’s as spoiled as she is, but the thought was nice.

their little argument only lasted another minute or so before meowzart finally got annoyed with his slow shuffling of her, that she finally stood, only to slip herself under izumi’s arm to curl up against his chest.

leo glared at her. “you’re lucky you’re cute,” he whispered while getting under the blanket.

he missed izumi holding him and waking up to his face smushed against izumi’s back.

he missed having izumi’s attention all to himself.

expressing any of this, as he does in the morning, makes ritsu start laughing over video call, which of course catches arashi’s attention. 

“are you jealous of your cat?” arashi asks, tilting ritsu’s phone to face her more as she peeks over his shoulder. 

leo huffs. “no.”

ritsu continues to snicker on the other end.

“i just think she has it out for me.”

needless to say the call ends very shortly after that once they both start laughing and yeah, maybe leo is a little jealous of a cat, but…

well, maybe he can’t think of a good defense for himself right now either, but that’s not the point.

the point is, he’s stuck watching izumi play with meowzart. “what a cute little baby you are,” izumi says, voice pitched up just enough as he runs his fingers over the fur on meowzart’s belly.

leo sighs almost wistfully, head falling sideways to lean on the back of the couch. “why don’t you call me baby?”

the room goes silent and it takes leo a moment to realize he actually said that aloud.

“what.”

“nothing,” leo says way too fast to sound anywhere close to natural. he turns his attention back to whatever has been on the tv, not having been really watching it until now. 

the silence returns and it’s hardly comforting. leo can feel izumi’s eyes on him and that only makes him want to squirm. 

“you’re being weird,” izumi says.

“sena, you say i’m weird all the time,” leo points out, looking down to his hands as he picks at his fingers.

izumi sighs. “no, i mean… weirder than normal. you’ve had this look on your face the whole time we’ve been sitting here.”

leo is starting to think maybe he brought this whole thing on himself. 

“look,” izumi starts then pauses. “we promised to tell each other things, right? to not keep things hidden from each other.”

leo nods. “it’s nothing, i promise.”

he doesn’t have to be looking at izumi to know he’s frowning. 

“really, sena,” he adds, eyes flicking to izumi briefly. “it’s not important.”

izumi gives a quiet hum in response. "so you'd tell me if you were jealous of our cat?"

leo splutters. "you knew?!" and then pauses, realizing his mistake quickly. "i mean! i don't know what you're talking about, sena. you're making things up."

"mm, is that so," izumi says, fingering along the side of meowzart's cheek. "you're not very quiet when you try to get into bed."

leo quietly huffs at being caught. "it's not my fault that she steals my pillow or blanket or… you."

"if you went to bed before the middle of the night, i'm sure she wouldn't steal things."

leo shifts closer to izumi. "she wouldn't steal you either?"

izumi shrugs. "that's up to her, leo-kun."

that makes him whine as he throws his arms around izumi. the noise, or maybe the jostling of the lap she'd been laying on, makes meowzart hop off of izumi. "sena, it's not fair. maybe i wanna cuddle with you."

"stop shaking me," izumi says and leo's hold on him only tightens, though he does stop rocking him back and forth. "why can't you just say you want to cuddle like a normal person?"

leo rests his cheek against izumi's shoulder. one of izumi's arms snakes behind him to lay around his waist. "when have i ever said things normally?"

izumi laughs, pulling leo a little bit closer. "that's true. you don't have to be jealous about meowzart either, she's just a cat."

"you don't get it, sena. she gets so evil when it comes to you," he says with a pout even though izumi can't see it. enjoying not being interrupted, he snuggles further into izumi's side while he has the chance. 

izumi ruffles his hair. "i think you're just imagining it, but you can just tell me you want to cuddle or whatever, leo-kun."

"then i wanna cuddle."

a distant meow comes from the kitchen, soon followed by another as meowzart reappears in the doorway. 

"i have to feed her first," izumi says. 

leo clicks his tongue, knowing there's no use in arguing this one. he reluctantly lets go of izumi and pouts as izumi stands and heads out of the room. meowzart watches leo for a moment as if rubbing it in his face before trotting after izumi to catch up with him, weaving between legs as she tends to. 

he'll win one of these days. 

end notes: a year ago, i started writing the meowzart debut fic while i was stuck inside bc of a blizzard. she was meant to be just a one fic nameless little cat for last year's izlo week (which. didn't finish it then lmao) and now she's my little darling girl fkdks but writing her again now when i've been going through a lot irl (the ao3 writer curse has finally gotten to me after years of fic writing 😔 /hj) has been really nice. i love my silly little cat and i hope you all do too <33

fellas, is it a little silly goofy to be jealous when ur partner is stolen by the cute little cat he brought home

[laindependencialuna1899]

Like I said in my last art post in @artbyeritza, I genuinely hate Instagram and TikTok as an artist's platform/ social media. The constant churning of artwork/writing daily in posts and short-form video content will burn you out so quick it will make you feel sick. I think that's partly why there's ageism in the art community in general because who else can churn out high-quality content quick but kids and teens. You probably could if you're an adult and that's your full-time job but if you're trying to get an art commission without a platform and publicity it will stress you the fuck out.

Aside from that, here are other reasons why I don't like Instagram and Tiktok:

They always expect you to post a Reel/Video. Always. The only time I've hit virality before was when I posted my Bakunawa furry art OC in a reel and that did tremendously well but that did not translate to likes on my other art posts or follows

The comment section will tear you to shreds (mostly on TikTok) In IG, while they won't say it directly, they have snide comments too. They can be very supportive BUT THAT IS, if you even get comments.

Most importantly, both video-sharing platforms pander to their big and already established artists. And these artists had the audacity to post art and reels/videos with sad/trending music/sounds, drumming up pity parties when they're already sitting at three digits+ and above worth of followers. I hate that. What's happening is their content gets treated like any other artist out there and they sit with a huge amount of followers any small and unpopular artist can dream of and suddenly they feel oppressed (boo hoo sooo sad I cri). They're not. Small artists usually juggle A JOB and find time for their ART.

BUT WAIT, AM I ABOUT TO EXCUSE THIS HELLSITE KNOWN AS TUMBLR?!? No.

Lmao, as you can see in my main's badges I've been here for a long fucking time, partly because where else can I see cool homestuck artists but I'm sitting on 28 followers on my main blog (this blog) and my art blog @artbyeritza has only 9 followers. My Insta only has 28 followers and mainly it's because it's a new account. In both or any case, posting art of any kind on social media is not a fun experience if you're small and continue to be small despite being on the internet for so damn long. I would attribute it to Meta's broken and ever-changing, un-user-friendly algorithm and Tumblr being old and dead (the same way Gaia Online is). TikTok can make you famous but the US's red scare with the Chinese is constantly getting on my nerves and it eats up your attention span too. With both TT and Insta, they expect you to be a GREAT EDITOR AND ARTIST MASTER OF YOUR CRAFT like it's easy peasy. The dead bird, now eX app (I don't fucking know why people still use it it's good as defunct and Musk will make it worse day by day anyway) had that artists' platform potential but the art community is nasty and has faves too (surprise surprise).

In conclusion, I wish there were proper social media that boosts their artists without the need to throw cash in it (or idk, how about letting your artists be seen THEN THEY DECIDE WHETHER TO PAY FOR ADS OF THEIR ART) and just a place where artists can feel cared for, seen, appreciated and acknowledged.

[kharmii]

Gardevoir's House of Horrors

There's Something About Gardevoir

Gardevoir on a Pedestal

Gardevoir Didn't Do Anything Wrong

Summary: Where I prove how morally superior I am to the men who lewd gardevoirs by making up some weird-ass story about ambiguous dream-eater rape between a gardevoir and a girl who is totally not into a relationship with a gardevoir.

An aside, but ease up on the misandry, women in fandom? It's perfectly wholesome and normal for men with crushes on vaguely female looking non-human characters to imagine them as women with breasts. I had a few women in the submas fandom make snide comments early on when I made jokes about lewding a gardevoir, and that started me on the path to bagging on everybody's stupid fetishes. What, is there a tier of cool in the furry community? Making art of a drooling autistic guy stretching out a dog's butthole is considered A++ representation, but lewding a gardevoir is just weeeeeeeird........

Seriously though, going on the blankshipping fandom, women be looking at me sideways for posting gardevoir when I don't even lewd them, yet they be like, "How about submas blood drinking serial killer?" "How about submas fugly mermaid two-dick snake man?" "How about submas galvantula eggs in the butt?" "How about submas succubus rape?" (Never incubus because it has to be extra stupid). Hey, men want to put boobs on a gardevoir and that's okay. It might make me raise an eyebrow, but I won't go 'Ewwwwww.......' over it like I do people who be like, "How about submas a/b/o where they bark while knotting each other with their doggie ding-dongs?"

I know this is a nitpick compared to just about every other problem with Lily's webcomic, but it bugs me that it has "Poke" in the title when it's been ages since a Pokemon character that isn't a Gardevoir or pre-evolution of Gardevoir has had an appearance, much less been relevant in any way. Come on, Lily, I know that Gardevoir is your favorite and you're hugely allergic to variety, but you could at the very least be upfront about it and change your comic's title so that it's less misleading.

Let's see, alternative titles can be:

Gardevoirs Fun House

My Gardevoir and Me

Codependency? What's that?

We only have Gardevoirs here

Everyone Loves Gardevoir

[hellomynamiseglaf]

....FictIF Last Legacy really made me become attached to a CATBOY and now I miss him because the route isn't finished yet :'-(((

[allygodot]

Taking Accountability

My name is Adam, but people online call me Coffee. I’m a 27 years old graduate of Chicago Law School living in Green Bay, Wisconsin. I am a heterosexual Christian, but am an ally to the LGBT community. My main interests are Ace Attorney, Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure, and My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. These are all things my followers should know about me, so why am I telling you this? Well... what if I told you it was all a lie? I’m sure this is coming as a shock to a lot of you, and I sincerely apologize to everyone I’ve hurt with my deception. It is my hope that this post will clear up any misconceptions that have been spread about me, whether I spread them myself or otherwise, and that in the future there will be no animosity between us. I don’t expect to be forgiven nor do I deserve it, but if there is one thing I learned from my time in the church it is that all I can do is ask for mercy and hope for the best. But first... I think an explanation is in order. If all that isn’t the truth, then what is? It all starts in college, that nebulous period of my life that everyone keeps asking about and I keep bringing up. Before I went to university, I had always been completely unremarkable. I had always had the kind of fair weather friends who enjoyed my company, but never felt to invested in me. Combined with my status as a middle child, I always felt like I had something to prove to get people to like me. I would say and think whatever I needed to for them to stick around another day, and I’m sure you are familiar with what that means for teenage boys. I acted immaturely because it was what was expected... and anything outside of that was looked down upon it even forbidden. I never thought much of it at the time, but I realize now that I wasn’t allowed much self-expression when I was always trying to conform to their standards. Everything changed when I met him. My assigned college roommate, Anton, was everything my years of conditioning had taught me to distrust. Despite his tall stature, he was emotional and sensitive... even vulnerable. Even so, he wasn’t afraid to be unabashedly himself. The first thing that struck me as unusual about him was his clothing... he almost always wore pastel pink or yellow and I hardly ever saw him without his long, checkered scarf. His nails were always painted with a clear, glittery polish, and I don’t think he ever skipped a shower in his life. His hair was always soft and smelled like strawberry even at a distance... all this to say he immediately struck me as fruity so I wanted nothing to do with him, at least initially. Despite his kindness to me, I would always respond with either the cold shoulder or open scorn, which only amplified the more I learned about him. I discovered pretty quickly that he was a furry, since one day I came home from a day of classes to find a decapitated pink cat head on our couch. He patiently explained the whole culture to me while I glared at him skeptically, but he didn’t seem bothered at all. He even brought out his paws and tail and told me he was saving up for a full suit despite my open disgust. Looking back, I still have no clue why he put up with me during that time. Another curious aspect of Anton’s life was his addiction to a certain television series called “My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.” His room was filled with merchandise from stuffed animals to figurines, and I had nothing but disdain for the tacky and embarrassing decoration. I was afraid that if I ever brought a girl over to our apartment she would notice and make all sorts of incorrect assumptions... I couldn’t handle the embarrassment. I tried on multiple occasions to convince him to hide them in a secret box or something, but he always just smiled and shook his head. I even tried to sneak into his room and collect all the ponies for donation once, but he had anticipated this and hid a playful trap for me... I reached forward to grab one of his overpriced statues and immediately got a face full of multi-colored snakes. I was livid of course, despite it being my own fault for trying to pawn of his collection in the first place, but he wasn’t even phased by my tirade. I suppose he was 6’5” and I was (and still am) only 5′7″... but still, I had at least expected him to be somewhat apologetic if not fearful. Instead, he just laughed and told me I should watch the show with him sometime. I obviously had no intentions of taking him up on his ludicrous offer... until he promised that if I didn’t enjoy the show, he would move all of his ponies into a case that he would throw a big curtain on whenever I said the word. I reluctantly agreed on those conditions, positive that this was a bet I couldn’t lose. I still remember that night like it was yesterday. He lead me into the pony chamber and sat down on his bed, taking out his laptop to pull up his favorite episode. It was “The Canterlot Wedding” two part season finale, and although I initially protested that I only agreed to watch one episode, I eventually relented once he reminded me what the prize was. I was hesitant to sit beside him on his bed and lean over his shoulder to look at the small screen, but he assured me that it didn’t bother him at all. I wasn’t particularly concerned with how he felt about it... it was more so my own pride I was worried about. Nevertheless, I sat through the whole episode with him despite myself. Although I was disturbed by the tendency for his long and curly hair to gravitate into my mouth while I rested my cheek against his shoulder, I found the episode to be surprisingly enjoyable. The song in particular surprised me with it’s musicality... by the end of it I didn’t want to leave, but I was far too embarrassed to admit that to him earnestly. I told him I was interested in the show purely for the songs and that it could benefit my studies as a music major, but that he still had to uphold his end of the bargain since I was by no means enjoying it. He just smiled and put on another episode, and before I knew it the sun was rising outside his window. I realized just how tired I was and turned to tell him I would be going to bed only to discover he had fallen asleep. I began to suspect that he must have been asleep for several hours, letting the auto-play functionality do his job for him while he rested up for his exams. Although I was scandalized, I was impressed by his tactical prowess... he had managed to trap me in his room, since I couldn’t move from my spot without disturbing his slumber, and he didn’t even have to be awake to do it. Begrudgingly, I spent the rest of his room, until eventually the faint aroma of strawberries lured me into the world of dreams... This arrangement continued for quite some time. When I got home from my classes, Anton would ask me if I wanted to watch some My Little Pony with him and I only agreed so long as he put the curtain over the cabinet next time I asked. He always obliged whenever I asked him to conceal his collection, but eventually I stopped asking for him to do so and only reminded him not to break our contract before every episode out of habit. It became a ritual for the two of us to do this every night, and even once we had finished all of the episodes we would just watch them again. I found that I was becoming endeared to this eccentric man... and as much as I tried to resist it, I couldn’t help but feel my heart swell a bit in my chest whenever he would run his fingers through his hair or tighten his scarf around his neck. I told myself it was nothing... but it wouldn’t remain that way for long. I don’t know what possessed me, but one night I thought I would get to know Anton a little better. I started by asking if he was single, which to me seemed like an innocuous question, but the very fact I was asking seemed to amuse him. He told me that he was having trouble finding a guy who wasn’t immediately turned off by all the ponies, and I made sure to snidely comment that he shouldn’t be going out with guys anyway even though it made my heart skip a beat when he said that, as well as mention that if he would just give up his collection there wouldn’t be an issue in the first place. I don’t know what I was expecting, but he asked me the same thing: how was my love life going, especially considering my new hobby? I couldn’t help but get flustered and start making excuses. I told him that there was no shortage of girls lined up to date me, but that I just wasn’t ready to make a commitment yet. I spun a whole story about how a girlfriend would only hold me back... I almost forgot that the standard that Anton accepted was completely different from my old teenage friends. He wasn’t impressed that girls were apparently lining up to get a piece of me... he just seemed amused that I thought such a thing was realistic, much less desirable. He didn’t understand that compulsive need to lie at all... he thought it would be better if more guys admitted that they were vulnerable. That was the first time I’d ever heard someone say something like that... I suddenly felt extremely exposed, and before I knew it my eyes were full of tears. My first instinct was to cover my face with my sleeve and hide my shame, but he was already firmly gripping my arm and holding it in place. He told me that I didn’t need to hide anything from him. He asked me if there was anything he could do to help me... and so for what felt like the first time in my life, I told the truth. It was supposed to be just to try it. I wasn’t expecting to actually enjoy it, I just thought that if I got it out of my system all of the unnecessary feelings would finally stop tormenting me... but all they did was grow stronger. I kept telling him that I was still looking for a girlfriend and that once I got one this whole arrangement would end, but eventually I realized that there was no point in lying to myself anymore. I wasn’t ever even sleeping in my own room anymore. I hadn’t so much as glanced at any dating websites in weeks. I was committed, whether I wanted to admit it or not... and I didn’t want to admit it. I only wish that I had told him how I really felt when I had the chance... One of the many things we started to share, which seemed the most inconsequential to me at the time, was a webpage. Anton was the owner of a small subreddit dedicated to My Little Pony fursuits, and he asked me if I would be willing to help him moderate. It wasn’t something I felt qualified to speak as an authority on, since even as I became more open about my love for ponies I still didn’t really feel connected to furry culture despite accompanying him to several conventions, but I was willing to do basically anything just to please him. My job was mostly to stop people from publicly “yiffing,” and although it was a grueling line of work it wasn’t thankless. Anton was a poet with words of affirmation. Many of the compliments he paid me were certainly undeserved, but they motivated me more than anything else ever had... but I got too zealous. There was a certain user on the server who for the sake of protecting privacy, we shall call XxLesbianRainbowDash69xX. As a member of the subreddit they were of course a brony and a furry, but what made them stand out was their dedication to the Flutterdash ship. They were constantly posting couple’s cosplays of themselves dressed as Rainbow Dash, but the Fluttershy in each picture was always different. They were also exceptionally sociable and aggressively tried to make friends with everyone on the tiny subreddit... Anton and I included. I wasn’t so keen on pursuing another friendship that could very well ruin my reputation, but of course Anton was immediately taken with the idea. The two of them exchanged contacts and hit it off instantly, and I started having trouble sleeping at night because he was awake in the early hours of the morning texting his friend in another timezone. He always paid me just as much attention as always during the daytime, but once he saw that his new friend was online he would crawl out of bed to go converse with them in another room. He was trying so hard to be considerate of me, and perhaps it was selfish for me to expect that I would always be able to sense his warmth and scent beside me while I slept... but at the time I was blinded by jealousy. One fateful morning, he excitedly woke me up to tell me that XxLesbianRainbowDash69xX had gifted him tickets to a major convention, and that the two of them were planning to cosplay Flutterdash together. He apologetically explained that he would be gone for a few days since the convention was halfway across the country, but sensing the disturbance within me he assured me that he could probably convince his friend to let me tag along as Applejack... she was always my least favorite. It didn’t matter what Anton said to encourage me, because I was never going to accept any consolation until this threat to our sacred relationship was eliminated. I had to find a way to get rid of XxLesbianRainbowDash69xX by any means necessary... In a fit of rage, I whipped out the ban hammer and beat my rival to death with it, metaphorically speaking. It was a blatant abuse of my privilege as a moderator and I am ashamed to admit it now... but at the time all that mattered was covering up the evidence. I knew I had to come up with an excuse for why I had banned them, so I added a new rule to the subreddit: Flutterdash was prohibited. The news was not met with acceptance from the other members of the community. To some more in the loop with the situation, it was obvious that I had only banned XxLesbianRainbowDash69xX because of a petty personal dispute, but others saw it as nothing but an unfair rule. I was accused of being biased towards other ships like Flutterchord or Appledash and that I needed to accept other people’s ship preferences, or even that I was homophobic and couldn’t handle the thought of lesbian characters in my favorite show. Chants of “mods are gay” could be heard across the subreddit from all sides of the debate, and everyone was rallying for Anton to remove me as a tyrannical moderator. Sound familiar? I can’t help but notice some similarities between my situation and Mo the one over at Kristahlia Week... maybe that is why the drama captivated me so.  Anton tried to reason with me, bless his heart, but at this point I had completely devolved back into my screaming teenager mentality to cope with all the rejection. He was obviously disappointed in me for what I had done but he had no reason to believe it would ruin us... he couldn’t have handled it better. It really was my fault that things happened the way they did, but I refused to take accountability. What I told him still haunts my conscience to this day, even six years later. I told him that I never loved him, and that I was only using his companionship to fulfill my carnal desires. I told him that I didn’t care about what he did with his life as long as he didn’t do anything that kept him away from me. I even told him that I still thought he was disgusting and embarrassing. And the worst thing is... in that moment I meant every word. I was so selfish... I genuinely forgot that I loved him and treated him like he only existed to serve me. My actions were truly despicable and I deserved to suffer for it... and I did. For the first time, I saw Anton cry. I should have been there to comfort him like he did for me on that fateful night, but instead I let him run out of the house to go suffer by himself. By the time I realized how horrible I was acting, it was too late. He had disappeared into the night, never to be seen again. I came home the next day to discover all the ponies in the apartment finally gone... isn’t that what I had wanted? My moderator status on the subreddit had been stripped away, and I had been banned by all of the members of the group on nearly every social media platform. Another classmate later informed me that Anton had transferred to a different college... and that was the end. I have no idea what happened to him after that, but I can only hope he is doing well. Instead of taking this as an omen that I should improve my behavior, I began to become even more bitter than I was before I met Anton. I acted like my relationship with him was just an experimental phase that was doomed to fail from the start, and soon I was denying that it ever even happened at all. I convinced myself that the problem in our relationship was that I wasn’t supposed to be with men, and so I began to insist that I was straight and aggressively seek out relationships with women just to prove it to myself. I also started searching for strict moral codes that could give direction to my life... which is when I found the Church. I was attracted to their beliefs because they gave a very clear outline for how someone’s life should go and promised ultimate happiness to anyone who could fulfill the requirements, so I began to obsess over meeting those requirements. I wanted a Christian wife that could bear me many children not because that is how I wanted to live my life, but because that is how other people wanted me to live my life... and all I wanted was for others to tell me I was doing something right. The congregation was distrusting if me at first, and although they never said it to my face I know it was because they were aware of my past. Hardly a woman would come near me, and looking back on it I can’t say I blame them. The ones who were desperate enough for a husband to give me a shot were quirky repulsed by my egotistical behavior, which certainly didn’t help my reputation. Throughout all this, I still somehow told myself I was the victim because I didn’t want to admit that I had become the villain again. For a long time, the only person in the parish who would willingly hold a conversation with me was Lana. She was a fellow member of the choir and a devout believer in God, but she was often judged by the rest of the congregation for being an open lesbian despite her faith. She tried to convince me on several occasions that I didn’t have to perform any sort of identity to impress anyone and that I should “just be myself,” but I insisted that I knew what I was talking about. Eventually, she decided my well-being wasn’t her responsibility and gave up on trying to reason with me, but nonetheless she still treated me more kindly then many of the other churchgoers. I believe that my “dark past” is what drew Gabriella to me in the first place. She likely hoped that we could act as covers for each other until she figured some way out of her situation, but unfortunately I was too far gone to be of any help. I convinced myself that she was really in love with me and that she would be walking down the aisle soon enough. Whether or not I was really interested in her or just interested in what she represented I’m still not sure... but she truly was a wonderful person who didn’t deserve to have to suffer through my baggage. When she left me I was truly devastated... so much so that I even began to go through another crisis of belief that I recorded on this very blog. All I have to add is that I no longer bear any resentment towards Lana or Gabriella, and only wish them the best of luck. My relationship with Krissy began almost immediately after my breakup with Gabriella. I was desperate to regain the status I supposed that I had lost along with my girlfriend, so I latched onto the first woman who showed me any sort of positive attention. Her death and my downward spiral are all well-documented on this blog. I didn’t want to blame myself for her passing as well, so I developed a conspiracy to rationalize the whole ordeal. I even tried to act like a completely different person to try to keep the blame as mentally distant from myself as possible, but that didn’t work either. In the end, this is my cross to bear alone. So that brings us to now. What will become of allygodot? The truth is, I don’t know and quite frankly I don’t think that is the most important thing right now. I realized last night when I was looking at that art of Diego and Godot as Happy Tree Friends characters that I desperately wanted to be anyone other than myself... it really opened my eyes to the level of repression that had been burdening me since the incident six years ago. I realized that if I wanted to change, sitting around and thinking about how things could hypothetically be different isn’t going to do anything. If I want to make progress and truly become a better person, I’m going to have to act better, not just tell myself that I am. From now on, I will be defining myself on my actions and not my beliefs, as wise man once said. I hope that soon, I will have become a good enough person to meet Anton face to face again... I still love him after all these years, and even though I expect that he justifiably won’t want anything to do with me anymore, I still think that it is a guilt that needs to be resolved. If I ever come back to this blog, it’ll be as a different Adam to the one you thought that you knew. It’ll be as the Adam I’m trying to become... the true Adam that I know exists deep within me... Not allygodot, but as proudgodot. My name is Adam, but people online call me Coffee or Godot. I’m a 27 years old former music student living in Green Bay, Wisconsin. I am bisexual. My main interests are Ace Attorney, Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure, and My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.

[thenihilistofthevoid]

Silver Conquest

(A starter for @heromuses​)

“This is a nice day out.” Saburo smiled, licking his chocolate ice cream happily as he went out with his new family. He loved his parents for saving him, but the methods they took to do so were rather extreme. He might be the odd one out, but his panda hoodie helped with that. Kuma and his family had taken him in, so he was thankful to escape a broken system. But Eden had it’s thorny roses... Heteromorphs, despite the advances in society were still discriminated against violently, a practice Saburo hated ever since he was small. His fencing stuff was back home, but he still wanted to fight these people off since violence was the only language they seemed to speak.

“Take this you furry freak!” A muscular gym-goer shouted, the same who made snide comments earlier. Bald head, about as ugly as a potato. Grabbing a brick from a crumbling alleyway and throwing it at the group. It barely took any time at all for a silver flash to appear behind Saburo as the thrown brick was turned to dust. “Bastard!” Saburo shouted, running over to him.

The height and strength difference was obvious, but Saburo had speed on his side as he summoned his Quirk, the silvery humanoid form of Chariot appearing. Fuck illegal Quirk usage, this man just threw a brick at his father. “Whatcha gonna do, litt-

The cocky man was silenced as there was a slash of crimson, his clothes were torn to tatters and his body a mess of shallow cuts, the man being flung back by a particularly fast cut up the forearm. “Piss off before I do worse.” Saburo threatened darkly, aiming the rapier under the man’s throat.

[triggerblaze345]

Ok! Just finished watching the first episode of the Masters of the Universe: Revelation

My thoughts. (Warning: Spoilers)

1. I really liked it! This episode would have been a great finale to already started series. As a first episode to a new series it has me really excited.

2. My brother had already watched some of it and given me some info. I was under the impression that Adam had to run out in the middle of the ceremony with no explanation. Instead Adam does the only logical thing when you are a prince of the realm and get critical security info. Tell the general! It was great!

3. Skeletor has an actual army this time! I am so glad. It always felt odd to me in the 2002 series that Randor didn’t just steamroll Skeletor when Randor had an army and Skeletor had like five dudes.

4. The entire final battle is epic! Two armies, siege weapons, vehicles, people punching people out of vehicles!

5. It was fun seeing everyone interact! Adam and Teela are blatant best friends. Duncan is a proud dad. Orko is a funny wizard. Cringer is a furry coward.

6. Randor’s snide comment to Adam is awful but made infinity worse in the context that this is the last thing he says to Adam.

7. Marlena knowing Adam is He-man however makes her silence in the face of that comment really horrible. Borderline abusive. I completely get Teela’s anger at her later!

8. Castle Greyskull having enough power to destroy the universe is impressive as hell! It really adds a grandiose sense to the setting.

9. Adam’s death is the perfect heroic sacrifice. I don’t know what else to say. It’s perfect.

10. Randor’s anger at Duncan is entirely valid. If I had to learn my son was dead, that he had been a superhero, that I had been an ass to him for years because of secret identity bullshit, and that my best friend had known all along and said nothing. All at once! I wouldn’t have bothered with the exile, just skipped straight to murder.

11. Teela’s scene on the other hand feels weird. She should be angry, she should be upset. Her best friend just died in front, people she has trusted have lied to her. A grieving woman yelling in anger should be good scene here. But it comes across as her throwing a tantrum. She’s more upset by the lying then the fact that Adam died. She even has the gall to blame Adam! The scene just doesn’t work for me.

12. I like that people are celebrating the defeat of Skeletor. The end of the war is a big moment and it should be mentioned.

[clownistyping]

I was wondering if you were able to do a request for the turtles having a SO that’s generally sweet and caring but when it comes to someone trying to hurt the boy’s feelings (like the cop scene in 2016 movie) they just go ultra BITCH mode putting someone in their place/one where the SO/reader scares the boys by surprise evasive maneuvers/drifting in the truck while their teaching them to drive but get ambushed, getting them to safety(little do they know they know how)? 0 w 0 or a merge of both?

I've got a lot of Hellboy so I'm just gonna do TMNT to not ruin hellboy for me.

Okay so like in the comics there's a part of new York that mutants live in, I can't remember how but let's just say that the boys visit that place a lot and hey even mutants are assholes. 

LEO

It was one of those rare nights, when you and Leo could just be. You and Leo. 

Walking down the dark streets of the mutant town, it was safe with Leo knowing he could literally throw a giant container. 

"So the new episode, my theory is that Jupiter Jim just turns into a toddler and the crew has to take care of this very serious baby." You laughed, it was rare to see Leo not be so serious. To be himself, and talk about his interests. 

"And like you know the other aliens, are trying to kidnap baby Jim because hey weak point-" 

"Alright put em up!" A voice yelled and suddenly a knife was pointed at your face. 

"Or the small one gets it!" The small man sneered and Leo looked at you, and you raised a brow. How dare this small man, interrupt your boyfriends very passionate conversation. The fucking audacity of a bitch. 

"What are you stupid?" You growled, slapping the man's hand away. 

"I'm not joking here, I'll stab you and the freak!" The man sneered, lunging towards you, you quickly grabbed his hand. Making him drop the knife you pushed his fingers back. 

"Freak? Freak!?" You yelled, hearing the man's fingers crack. 

"That fucking freak is the love of my life, who you just threatened. So I'll give you five seconds to get the fuck outta here!" You successfully broke three of his fingers and the man let out a silent screech. Nodding in pain, he snatched his knife and ran across the street. 

Glaring at the man as he left you looked back at your boyfriend as if nothing happened. 

"Honestly baby Jim could probably like, beat up all of the aliens." You laughed, grabbing Leo's hand you led the very confused turtle away. 

DONNIE

"Are you sure you wanna drive the tank?" Donnie asked as he held blueprints, leading you to the tank. You nodded with a smile, 

"Of course, I've got my license and common sense. So I'm sure I can." Donnie pursed his lips, unsure. 

Entering the tank, Donnie put the blueprints in their rightful spots and jumped a little when the tank growled awake. 

"Ready?" You asked, buckling in your seat belt. Donnie did the same with a tight grip, nervous to let you drive seeing as you can barely reach the brake. 

It was dark, the almost abandoned part of downtown was empty save for the strays and nightlife. 

The drive was silent but comforting as Donnie looked over the GPS. 

"Just take a left and our destination should be on the left." Donnie said, he needed a couple new adjustment parts to his tracking monitors and knows a mutant who'd sell them to him cheap. 

But his glasses quickly became crooked when the back of the tank was rammed into. 

"What the hell?!" You yelled, checking the rear view you were shocked to see a giant armored truck behind you. 

Donnie quickly took his bõ out, the wood still intact but advanced with new technology and a pipe at the end. 

"Stay here." Donnie mumbled, leaving a quick kiss to your forehead he left through the roof. 

"Come on out, Freak!" Two human men came out,  cladded in foot gear you scowled at them through the mirror. Just who the hell do they think they are?!

Donnie stood on the roof, studying the men's aggressive stances he readied for a fight. Until to fall on his face when the tank suddenly reared forward. 

"(Y-Y/N)?! He panicked as the tank did a quick U-turn straight for the truck. 

"I'LL SHOW YOU A FREAK!" He heard you yell at the men as you sped the tank straight for the truck. The tanks armor was almost indestructible, but right now Donnie didn't feel the same. 

Quickly he scurried back into the tank through the roof, 

"What are you doing!?" He yelled in confusion as he saw your face of rage. 

Then he was lunged straight on the window, shocked to see that you drove right over the men's truck. Completely crushing it, but not the men inside who quickly escaped. 

They ran off into the shadows, cursing at you both and you could only laugh. 

"Are you okay?" You asked after calming down, helping Donnie steady himself. 

"Me? (Y/N), you drove like a manic! What was that?" 

You blushed as he grabbed your face gently, 

"I don't know i just..i wanted to help." You smiled nervously and Donnie could only shake his head with a laugh. 

"Well thank you." He pulled you in for a quick kiss. 

RAPH

You hummed as you studied the aisles of fruit and veggies, the mutant town was having their open market out for the spring. So many fresh veggies were ripe for the picking. 

"Thinking of veggie pizza tonight?" You asked and Raph hummed with disgust, 

"Meat lovers or nothing babe, you know it." You chuckled with a nod, still buying some for later. 

"Is that- Jesus I thought i was bad." You heard a voice nearby cackle, and turned to examine it. 

Seeing a young couple, one a bird mutant and the other a squirrel. Raising a brow you continued to eavesdrop as Raph looked over the fruits for shakes. 

"I mean, like- ugh I just couldn't deal with that texture. Rough skin, and the shell. Blegh." Your brows furrowed, 

"And the turtle's with a human, kinda rare. Like they're trying so hard, right?" The other laughed, and your knuckles went pale. 

Staring the couple down, you stomped their way. 

"You better watch who you're talking about because that turtle you think is so disgusting, has probably saved your life without you even knowing. So fucking watch it, Furry." You seethed and turned, not even acknowledging their reactions. 

Before you made it to Raphael you took a calming breath, refusing to let it take anymore control over you. 

"What was that about?" Raphael questioned, biting into an apple, he rose a brow after seeing the small scenario. 

"Just taking care of you." You grabbed his free hand, 

"Let's go home." You pulled him away from the crowd with a smile. 

MIKEY

"SIXTEEN! EIGHTEEN! COME ON, MIKEY, TWO MORE. TWENTY!" You cheered as Mikey stuffed the twentieth pizza slice in his mouth, drool was dripping out but you still cheered. 

"Guess Mutants really are all just a bunch of pigs." A snide comment passed through your ears and you stopped mid cheer. 

The restaurant you were both in was currently a mutant friendly restaurant, but still visited by humans. 

You studied the room and your eyes glared as you saw the smirking male, staring right at Mikey. 

"What?" The male said, now looking at you. 

"Oh nothing, just guess human men are jealous of what mutants can do with their mouths." You smirked, and Mikey choked on the pizza. The human male stiffened, muttering insults he slammed his napkin down and left the establishment. 

"You okay babe?" You asked, and Mikey managed to swallow the pizza, he nodded.

"I didn't expect that out of you, babe." He laughed and pulled you close with a kiss. You smiled as he tasted of pizza. 

[lunap95]

Chapters: 1/7 Fandom: Super Sons (Comics), Batman - All Media Types, Superman - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jonathan Kent/Damian Wayne, Jonathan Samuel Kent/Damian Wayne Characters: Damian Wayne, Jonathan Samuel Kent, Maya Ducard, Collin Wilkes, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown, Duke Thomas, Cassandra Cain, Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Kara Zor-El Additional Tags: Roommates, Domestic Fluff, adopting a pet, High School, Jealousy, Running Away, Partners in Crime, Fake/Pretend Relationship, getting caught, Heartbeats, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Masquerade, Family Vacation, Marriage Proposal, JonDami Week 2021 Summary:

Hey hey hey! So here I am with my humble contribution to the Jondami Week organized by @jondami-week. I tried to use all of the prompts every day but I can’t assure I did it right XD.

Chapter 1: Domestic | Roommates | Adopting a Pet

You can also read it under the cut

The bad thing about being half-kryptonian in the mornings was that as soon as the sun was up his cells started charging with energy, which made it almost impossible for Jon to stay long in bed. Damian usually complained about his “stupid morning routine”, mostly because his boyfriend usually went to sleep just a few hours before the sun rose and also because he liked to complain. So of course, that morning he noticed the lack of snide comments, apart from the obvious empty side of the bed. A bit worried that the night had turned badly for the bats, Jon amplified his super-hearing only to capture the familiar sounds of his boyfriend just a few metres away.

“D?” he walked to the living room. “Is that you? What are doing awake this ear-“

He stopped the moment he saw Damian pushing something behind the kitchen counter. The young bat was still in his Robin uniform, parts of his clothes were a bit dirty and there was an obvious bruise on his cheek. Jon could guess it had been an intense night but not the worst (there was still that time Damian came back with a freaking stabbing wound as if it was nothing) so the reason why he was being too suspicious eluded him.

“Are you okay?” he asked approaching the kitchen.

“Tt, of course I am, Kent, can’t you see it?” and if Jon suspected there was something wrong before he was sure about it because Damian only called him by his surname when he was hiding something.

“Damian Wayne, what do you done?”

“How dare you even suggest that I…”

“Meow!”

A little furry head appeared over the counter, blue eyes staring at Jon from where Damian was now trying to push the kitten down again. It was almost funny how he truly believed his boyfriend was going to forget the fact that he just brought a small pet to their shared house just because the said animal was out of his vision.

“Did you-did you kidnap a cat?”

“What!? No!” seeing as it was impossible to avoid the subject anymore, Damian took the cat into his arm. Her left ear was practically missing and she had some scratch marks on her fur. Street cat then.

“Let me guess, she was alone in an alley and you just ‘couldn’t let her there’,” Jon groaned as it was not the first time Damian brought a stray.

“This is different, she…” he looked at the cat fondly. “She protected me. I was fighting some thugs and she jumped in front of me to protect me.”

“You are not going to return this one to the shelter are you?”

“I understand if you do not wish to live with a cat, after all is probably too soon to have a pet together, but I thought…” Damian started to ramble, but Jon closed the gaped between them with a sweet kiss.

“I love her,” he smiled. “If she protected you then she is more than okay for me. And hey, I was the one who told you I wanted more commitment,” the cat meowed again. “This was not what I had in mind but…”

“You can name her if you want.”

“Hmm, what about Penny? Like Pennyworth.”

Damian looked up at him, a sweet smile finally appearing on his face.

“That’s perfect.”

[adonis-koo]

Idk if you’re like doing requests... but I thought about this the other night! M/C in jungkook tattoo parlor in little space while coloring and a client makes a side comment (like rude?) about her and Jungkook over hears 🥺

This sounds so cute in theory but our poor MC!! :(

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You giggled in excitement as you clapped your hands together, Jungkook almost never let you use his colored prism pencils so this must have been a special occasion! You brows pinched together as you carefully colored in Jasmine’s hair, the picture Jimin printed out just for you when you arrived in a- no so nice mood.

But that was in the past and this was the present and you needed to make sure you didn’t color out or the lines! The only thing you wanted now was some chocolate milk and your stuffie Noodles to accompany you. You whined a little at your furry friend left alone in the house as you scribbled in Jasmine’s hair. Your lips suddenly quivering when you noticed the long trail line dragged across the paper...Oh no! You worked so hard too...!

You attempted to keep the tears from glossing in your eyes I’m upset, “Hey princess, keeping yourself busy?” Jungkook cooed as he walked out from the hallway, eyes fond on your figure working so hard on your drawling. He kneeled down before frowning at your glossy eyes and little sniffle. He broke into an animated pout when he noticed you colored out of the lines, knowing up much it upset you.

“Oh baby, don’t cry,” He cooed, smushing your cheeks as your lips quivered while sniffling again, “We can get you another picture when we go home. That was my last client of the day.” Said client was a girl who had brought her annoying friends with her. Jungkook preferred to work in quiet so he could focus, hence why you weren’t allowed at his desk.

She glanced over at Jungkook’s figure who she had been shamelessly flirting with the whole process before scoffing as she leaned over to her friend, “Imagine crying over a coloring sheet? How immature.” She snorted one amusement as her friend giggled. Jungkook’s shoulders tense as he gritted his teeth. Suddenly standing up he heard a gurgle of objection from you but annoyance filled his veins too much. Jungkook, was a blunt man, it’s how you first met and he wasn’t about to change now.

“Do you have a problem with my girlfriend?” Jungkook stepped up to the two girls who immediately fumbled putting her debit card back in her wallet, Jimin sighing as he pinched the bridge of his nose, “Because if you do, take it up with me instead of making snide petty comments. Now get out of here, we’re closing.” He added coldly as the two girls scoffed, calling him rude as they exited.

Clacking his tongue he glared at the door before returning his gaze to you, tears trickling down your face as you sniffles loudly, realizing that those two girls must have been mean, “Da da!” You whined as you held out your arms. Jungkook cooed once more as he picked you back up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he held your bottom, “I know sweetpea it’s past bedtime isn’t it? Let get home and get you a bath.”