#the problems of steel type cats

[mug-and-friends]

(POINTS) he tried to SIT ON MY LAPTOP and NEARLY BROKE IT

[misscinnamonroll16]

Headcanons I have after writing my fanfics

At one point in time John and Floyd were the same size. So John Dory has a lot of old clothes that he just gives to Floyd bc they'll fit him

Bruce is the only one of his brothers who is a social butterfly. The rest of the boys have no problem socializing but someone else has to start the conversation

If left in a library unattended, Clay will try and check out ALL the books. He's a huge bookworm

Floyd is super ticklish

If John had his way, none of his brothers would drive Rhonda. Branch and Bruce end up being exceptions.

Floyd is the lightest of his brothers, even after recovering from V&V. John is happy about the fact that he can still pick up one of his brothers.

Floyd spent the majority of the twenty years away living like a rock star. Partying, drinking, and dabbling other substances

John Dory's birthday is October 22nd. Bruce's birthday is February 15th. Clay's birthday is November 16th . Floyd's birthday is June 3rd. Branch's birthday is probably the only one that'll have a canon date so I'll leave it alone

Grandma Rosiepuff taught John Dory how to sew at a very young age, she was trying to keep the small child busy while she took care of his brother (this back before Clay was born)

John knows a lot of herbal remedies from his travels, learning things from the people he met.

John has an immune system of steel. Years of taking care of sick little brothers has hardened his immune system. So when John does get sick, he brushes it off until he is literally unable to function. (I'll probably write a fanfic about this eventually)

Bruce is practically a gourmet chef from how much cooking he's learned and practiced

Despite how much of a bookworm Clay is, he hated school. Always eager to be free from the building.

Sometimes each of the boys faked being sick just to get away from each other.

Between all the brothers, JD and Branch have the most scars, then Clay with a good amount and Bruce and Floyd have very little to none.

John Dory has the Disney Princess Affect ™️. Animals and critters love him. He's the type of guy to gain a stray cat's trust in minutes. (Kinda like Milton Moss)

John has a lullaby that he made up for his brothers when they were babies. He sung it when Spruce was crying one night and it calmed him down. John has never named the lullaby or written it down, he just knows it by heart. All the brothers know the tune but can't place from where and it makes them sleepy.

Bruce can read John Dory like an open book. He's able to notice the little changes in John's face as he reacts to things.

John Dory is touch starved! Someone please give him a hug or a cuddle or something!

[boizandgurlzinthehouse]

𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍

fandom: alice in borderland

characters: chishiya shuntaro, banda sunato!!

summary: they meet you again in the borderlands, thinking they'll never see you again after getting there.

warning(s): medication, psychiatry, badly written feelings (i gotta get a hang of it, it's my first writing with them )):), past is in italics

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐀

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coming home to the beach after a game, he felt a little tired. nothing special happened, watching other survivors running around in the hallways of a building was quite interesting. 

suddenly, something got into his eyesight. on the beach, on his favourite place on the top of the building, someone stood. they didn’t notice him, they just stood there, looking down at the people without any movement. who was that brave to stand there? it was dangerous, they could fall in any minute, and it was only used by him and sometimes niragi —he knew he smoked some weed up there with his friends, he heard it when he wanted to go up there to think. this person wasn’t a scaredy cat, he thought. who were them? before he began to walk into the building of the beach, where the tárgyaló terem was, he saw the hatter sitting on one of the sunbeds, between pretty girls. maybe he knew, if he let them there. 

“hey, hatter.”

“chishiya, hey! come, sit here, there’s plenty of seats.” the girls beside hatter smiled at him, but he wasn’t affected.

—

before y/n, he wouldn’t think that he could ever feel flustered by a girl, or even a person. he merely knew other people’s reaction, sometimes even by just looking at them. but with y/n, he didn’t know what was gonna be her next move or words that came out from her mouth. she wasn’t even a normal girl, with abilities like hers she couldn’t even be simple. they got to know each other when y/n were at the psychiatry in the same hospital as him. he got to know that she went there with her little brother, but instead of her brother, it was her who needed help in the end. for the first time, he talked to his colleagues from psychiatry. it turned out that y/n had the highest iq in her age in the whole of japan, based on tests. but her emotional intelligence lacked things like guilt, or spaced out and slept for whole days. he got to know that she even skipped school just to sleep or be with herself in her room, generating conflict with her parents and her teachers from school. y/n loved one person and one person only; her brother. her love for him was stronger than anything, she always protected him and even bullied other kids in his brother’s class when she saw them bugging her brother, to the point that some of the kids needed to change schools because of their mental problems. not to say that she was beautiful too; sure, her mother and father were also fine-looking, but as she sat there, in the chair, like a statue of psychopathism, she was something else. 

the first time he met her, it was an accident. he wanted to get some snacks and to relieve stress with a little walk around the hospital. going down to the vending machine, he noticed somebody else. great, now he can wait for another clumsy being to pick out their snacks with high cholesterol and sugar intake. when he got there, he noticed that it was a girl, with the same h/c hair and the same body type. 

it was y/n. 

she waited for her snack to come, but then, the curled steel that could roll out the bag stopped. instead of doing anything, y/n looked at the glass window, trying to press buttons. she really wasn’t the violent type, instead, she analyzed the situation. but with a vending machine, there weren't many things she could do. chishiya walked up beside her, bumping the side of the machine. the snack fell down, so the girl could take it out. the perfume of her crawled up to his nose. her hair smelled good, it wasn’t the cheap shampoo the hospital gave to their patients, her hair was silky and shiny, like she didn’t just lay everyday on the couch of one of his colleagues. 

“it needs a little push.” 

y/n nodded, grabbing out the bag from under. as chishiya picked his snack, she stayed there, just watching him. glancing to the side to check if she still was there, and not just disappearing like a ghost, chishiya saw that she was still standing there, and she didn’t even look away when he caught her red-handed. her eyes were a little bit wide, and they were talking about her feelings. and now, they told chishiya that she was curious. 

“did you figure it out for a long time?” she asked suddenly, breaking the silence. chishiya looked at her, as she pointed to the side of the machine. it was full of handprints and little signs that he and his colleagues as well tried to get out their snacks in a way, until they found the right place to push. she really was smart.

“yes. i’m chishiya, pediatric cardiac surgeon.” he said, as he reached out his hand for her to shake. 

“i know.” y/n answered, shaking his hand. “it’s on your card.” she added. 

“why are you here?” he asked as they sat down. y/n looked away, like she was thinking. 

“my parents think i’m a psychopath. but i just don’t like anybody else other than my family… my little brother.” she said. she wasn’t keeping things from him, her speaking tone was clean and simple. 

“so you think you’re fine?” he asked as he picked a piece from his snack. y/n nodded. she was so small in the big building, yet he knew that she wasn’t there without a reason. sliding her snack on the table, she smiled a little bit. 

“do you want some?” 

a little after that, it came out that y/n was hypersensitive, and since his brother was the closest to her, she fixated on his feelings since his childhood. it was like some separation anxiety she couldn’t beat down when she was a child, and they had nothing to do with her smartness. 

“wait, why are you so interested in her?” his colleague, who y/n’s psychiatrist was, asked. chishiya shrugged his shoulders. 

“just never found anybody like her.” 

and it was true. 

—

“hatter, don’t you know who that person is?” he asked as he pointed up to the top of the building, still seeing his lover. hatter looked up too, nodding. 

“yeah, yeah i know her! she came today when you were at your game, but she didn’t say anything. she had four cards, gave them to us, and it contained two cards we didn’t even have! other than that, she didn’t even say her name. although she didn’t seem troublesome, she didn’t react to anything when niragi or aguni threatened her. niragi fumed and wanted to shoot her, but what could we do with a dead brain as good as hers? we agreed that as long as she stays, we have a better chance to escape from this world. can i ask you something, chishiya?” 

chishiya nodded, eyes not breaking from the girl’s form. 

“what would that be?” 

“please follow her or watch out for her. she didn’t promise that she would stay here, and i don’t want to lose her because of her brain and abilities. might give her a rank between us, but i want you to think about this too.” 

he nodded again. watching out for her is gonna be easy, and deciding that she would have a place between the leaders is gonna be easier. with y/n’s mind, they should watch out, but he didn’t worry. walking up on the stairs and opening the door, she was still there. the wind blew her hair, as she stood right before the sun, her figure curved out black. sure, he would notice if she walked down beside her, but just like their first meet, he wanted to make sure. stepping closer and closer to her, he knew she knew he was coming up to him, but she didn’t turn around. when he was only two steps away from her, she sighed. chishiya felt happiness. calmness. relief. that he can sleep again with her in his arms. that he can hold her hand if he wants to concentrate. that he can look at her for reassurance, as she always knows everything. that she remembered her, against the fact that they didn’t get here together. that she found him again. that he isn’t alone in this world, just like he was before he met her in the empty hospital hallway. before he could know everything about her, before he got to know that the only other person she can truly love is him. and that he can truly love him too. 

stepping behind her, his lips were beside her ear. her hair held the same pure, sweet smell he first smelled. 

“you found me.” 

turning around, he could finally look her into her eyes. they held happiness and the same relief he felt. grabbing a lock of his hair, she smiled a little before she kissed him. bringing y/n away from the edge of the top of the building so nobody could see them, chishiya brushed her face. in the next moment, soft lips crashed into each other, just like they used to, grabbing the back of her head and her waist, she held one of his hands with hers, the other held his face. he couldn’t get enough of her, only her movements and the way she hold onto him woke up the fire in him, what he thought he never gonna feel again as he was separated from y/n. 

“hatter told me to look after you and not to let go of you”, he said as they heavily separated from each other. y/n blinked. “but i wasn't planning on either. how long did you plan to stay on the beach?” 

the girl leaned into his hand that slid from the back of her head to her cheeks, looking up at him. 

“as long as you stay too. i don't go anywhere without you again.” 

—

𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀

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she was the craziest girl he ever knew. 

not in the fun and simple meaning of crazy, but crazy crazy. doing things without a second thought, laughing at serious situations from the deep of her lungs, not caring about the meetings with her psychiatrist, not taking her meds. they were friends since childhood, but when y/n moved away, they lost contact, the first meeting as two grown people was when banda’s friends dragged him to a party. there were around thirty people dancing to the music, drinking as much as they could, and doing usual things people do when they’re at a party on a friday night. banda knew he felt something for her even when they were twelve years old, beside that even then, she was showing the signs of madness –burning her skin intentionally, chewing violently at her nails, or doing dangerous things against her parents’ yelling and hollering. maybe this was the cause that she moved away, he didn’t know back then. and now that he saw her again, he couldn’t care less. banda was listening to his friends’ talk, but then, a blood-curdling scream sounded, and as he heard, a bottle clashed against something. 

“i said, that leave me alone, fucker!” a girl screamed, and everybody looked in the way of the noise. for a moment, everybody stopped. banda saw the same girl he used to know; her hair and makeup was different from the past, but it was the same way she carried herself, the same way she screamed, the same way she held something –now the broken bottle, beside her, a guy was lying with a bleeding head, moveless. so he was the one who tried to step over her boundaries, banda thought. y/n looked around, wiping her nose. “what? he… he tried to rape me! don’t look at me, just be busy with your own business, fuckers!” she yelled as she stormed out of the door. 

“that’s a crazy bitch” one of his friends said, sipping from his drinks. 

“yeah, maybe the sex could be good with her, sex is always good with crazy chicks. but i would be scared that she’d cut off my dick” another said, but banda couldn’t concentrate anymore. what if he can never see her again? disappearing into tokyo’s streets, he didn’t know her phone number, where she lived, or what she did. 

“i have to go now”, banda said as he ran after y/n. some of his friends shouted after him to have a good time and good luck with her, and to protect what he has to protect. he ran as fast as he could, hoping she stopped at some point of the street. he had luck; y/n stood in front of the crossway, trying to lit her cigarette. as she cracked again and again her lighter, she became more and more nervous. picking out his own, banda collected all his courage. 

“hey, uhm… do you want mine?” he asked, and y/n turned her head into his way. she nodded. 

“yeah, yeah… thank you” she said, as she accepted the fire and lit her cigarette. “what do you want?” she asked, like she was testing him. banda gulped; she was the only girl from the beginning who could make her nervous, but in a good way. 

“just… saw that you broke that bottle against that guy’s head, and… wanted to ask if we knew each other from somewhere.” he knew that his speech was curved to another way, but she didn’t mind. maybe because her thoughts were the same twisted ones. examining his face, y/n’s eyes began to get bigger. 

“you are familiar from somewhere… but i don’t know, sorry, the meds take away all my memories…” she muttered, holding her temple. banda furrowed his eyebrows. medicines? for what? was she ill? 

“i think… we know each other from the past, i think. childhood? i’m banda sunato.” 

“banda… banda… hmm… i think i know that name. were you the boy who gave me flowers that he stole from the cemetery?” she asked, grinning. banda took away her cigarette, blowing it into her face. 

“i think you forgot that like every other girl.” 

y/n shook her head, laughing, linking her arms around his neck as she took back the cigarette. 

“i didn’t even forget when you said that you love me.” 

later, the night was spent talking, eating, and after a couple of drinks, they ended up having the most mind blowing sex they ever had with other people. y/n scratched his back and clawed at his shoulders and waist, but banda didn’t mind it –after all, he was all hers and never looked after other girls, only for a quick hook up, but nothing else. y/n’s body and soul was eating him up, and he didn’t want to dodge her bites –instead, he wanted to crawl into her mouth to feel the constant tingling in his whole body. y/n slept away quickly, and until banda was awake at dawn, he brushed her hair, kissing her forehead and the crown of her hair often, like they weren’t even met tonight, but they were together for years. banda didn’t want anybody else, he wanted y/n with all of her craziness and little antics that she showed. his mother even asked him when he was going to settle down, but he didn’t say anything, only shrugging his shoulders. he saw the meds on y/n’s drawer, they were all kinds of psychiatric stuff that could control her mind. they were all half empty, but as the dates showed, the last pieces should have been taken a few days ago too. is y/n really crazy? those things that she had as a little girl didn’t get better, but worse? before he could type the names of the medicine into the search bar of his phone, he heard a little shuffle behind him. 

“are you gonna leave me because i don’t take them?” y/n’s voice was quiet, as she crawled up to him. her breasts pressed to his back. banda turned around, kissing him, tilting up her chin as her drowsy eyes drank in his sight. 

“no. but you have to tell me why you gotta take them.” 

— 

he was wanted for killing four women. that’s what everybody knew, as the ‘tokyo ripper’ hid in one of the empty hallways of tokyo at midnight. but the main reason was to see y/n in a sedated state. they come to get her, since she didn’t signed up at her psychiatrist’s session from months now on, and her doctor signed her up into the ward of the incurable. when he went to see her in visitor's hour, she only nodded and looked behind him as banda talked to her; like he wasn't even there with her. the glint and shining went out from eyes, and while yes, she was crazy, but now, she was just an empty body without a soul. banda couldn’t watch her any longer; he felt desperate, and felt the need to change this somehow, but he couldn’t know how. the killing of four women was meaningless to him, he wanted to do the same crazy things so he could get together again with y/n, if he tells the police that he did these things because of some sickness in his mind. without y/n, he felt emptiness that nothing could satisfy; not even murder. 

“i’ll come back, y/n” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead as she was in his embrace, only a white hospital dress covering her body. y/n tilted her head into the crook of his neck, brushing his neck and hair with shaky moves. 

seeing the red and blue lights of the police cars illuminating on the walls, he began to run again. banda hoped that he could see her again; maybe in the psych ward, maybe before his death sentence. 

—

after the game ended, banda went out to breathe some fresh air. a little blood remained on his shirt, but he didn’t mind it –he could be himself in this world; he could do anything with anyone he wanted to, even in game, even outside of games. as he headed to the next arena and to get some food, he heard little klicks, like when someone wanted to light the cigarette. he slowly walked there; maybe they had weapons, or they were just making sounds to stalk anybody they could find. 

“fucking lighter, again? fuck this!” he heard a murmur. banda’s heart began to beat faster –it was familiar, so familiar. wasn’t dull, but sharp and clear. stepping out from behind the wall, he saw her again. 

y/n was off meds, sparkling and full of emotions –not the very best emotions a person could imagine, but she was there again. her soul in her body. she was fortunately the complete opposite of what he saw as when they last saw each other. before his arrest, before her dictatorial medication, before this strange world. banda gave up the hope to see her, he thought that she stayed in the normal world, if the normal world even existed. as she noticed him, she turned around, grabbing her knife from behind her back, ready to strike. however, as soon as she realized who was standing in front of her, the knife fell out from her hand. 

she began to run, and stopped right before him, stumbling a little. lifting up her hand to reach his face, her hand was slow, like she didn’t believe he was there. banda took her hand, and made it touch the skin of his cheek, dragging it across his face, down to his pulse on his neck. he didn’t know he needed her touch so much; every little brush with her little fingertips woke up parts in him he thought he forgot long ago. y/n’s breath agitated; she gulped with teary eyes. 

“you came back to me.” 

she remembered what he said to her, when she was at her lowest. banda smiled, brushing the hair out from her face. banda felt as if his heart missed a beat at her eyes, full of hope, that only he saw when he promised her on their first morning after that he’s never going to leave her. never going to leave her by his choice. only life was cruel to them. 

“i promised you.” 

before he could say anything else, y/n pulled down his head to kiss him with full force; they were biting, licking and gasping into the kiss as banda gave in everything he could too. pulling her closer by her waist, he wanted to swallow more and more from the familiar, sweet feeling he felt every time he made love to her. 

in that moment, as they communicated with only touches, kisses, moans and gasps, they both knew they didn't want to get back to the normal world, the world they lived in before. y/n didn’t want to take meds, and banda didn’t want to see her again in that hopeless state. whatever tantrum or attack she gets, he’s gonna help her, as he did before. and banda, he didn’t want to get back because of the death sentence, and because this was the most beautiful world he ever lived in –with all its brutal rules and games. y/n didn’t want to be away from him too, they wanted to be crazy and bad together as long as death didn’t take them apart. 

they loved each other stronger than any law and boundary. and in this world, nothing could stop them from being together. 

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃.

author's note: hope you enjoyed it just as much as i enjoyed writin this little thing. requests are open for alice in borderland now, according to this post !! love y'all girliez xoxo

(ask for requests in comment or here)

[greatasexualattorney]

so @c0stiffen's blind arven au has me in a chokehold so i had to add my player avatar and her emotional support mon based on my cat who is my ESA in real life when i'm on campus.

the whole ordeal with my ESA is really funny because she's having unrelated chronic health problems and couldn't come with me this semester and i miss her a lot :( so quite literally her existence is emotional support

talia doesn't use hazel in battle due to her condition, which is advanced enough to cause malformation of the pupil and suspected visual impairment.

talia herself doesn't have many physical health issues other than stress-induced discomfort and migraines. her obstacles are mostly mental. she has a handful of depressive and anxiety disorders as well as neurodivergencies.

without responsibilities, she will isolate herself in her room and never leave, seldom even standing up for more than maybe an hour each day. having her emotional support pokemon requires her to not only get out of bed and keep her place orderly, but improves her state of mind and quality of life.

she has a lot of fairy, psychic, and steel type pokemon as her main partners, including a tinkaton, espeon, sylveon, metagross, hatterene, and her ace being the speed form of deoxys with psyhic as its tera type.

she is from hoenn.

[iamthecomet]

Hiiiii comet I'm back to lay across your inbox like an attention starved cat but also cause problems

I think Dew is the type to hesitate, and of course yes he hesitates about a bunch of things but I think he's reluctant to use what he's given.

The candle that Zephyr got him during their first tour together, the one that smells like fresh cotton and winter? Never been lit, at least he takes the cover off it to smell it occasionally when he starts to miss them too much.

The cologne Aether got him for one of many anniversaries? He'd sprayed it exactly one time, in front of Aether after unwrapping it. It's much to nice for him to wear, expensive and rich, there's never the occasion. He never felt worthy of wearing it or Aether's love so flippantly.

The hand bound leather journal Mist gifted him after being summoned? He tried to write in it once, to get his thoughts and feelings and jumbled up frustrations out but his heart seized up when the ink bled from the point his pen rested too long. Everything he wanted to write felt foolish and unimportant.

I'm sure he still has every guitar pick Ifrit slipped down the back of his shirt during practice, and he'd never dream of taking them to the steel again. Unwilling to scratch them, scrape any of Ifrit away. It kills him every time he touches that fucking guitar, like he's stripping it of association each time he plays.

And that's just to name a few...Dew's got shelves of gifts and trinkets and what have you but they sit to collect dust and carry the weight of his guilt. He's aware of how quickly things run out, can be taken away. He never wants to let them go because the day the bottle runs empty or he reaches the last page that's it. That's just it. It's over and the memory is gone. He can't stomach losing what little there is to cling to anymore.

I just think Dew dreads the end of things, whatever things those might be.

This got sadder than I intended....My baaaaaad

- Void

Giving you HEAD PATS AND SCRATCHES. First of all, Dew is just like me for REAL. Second, you're so right. I'm just imagining the bookshelves in his room, filled with books he's read but can't get rid of. Books he hasn't read because it isn't the right time yet. And trinkets. Gifts. On full display, but never used. Sure he touches them, picks them up and turns them in his hands. He opens that cologne and smells the nozzle but never sprays it. And if Aether notices that Dew never uses it (he does) he doesn't say anything. Though, Dew hasn't really thought much past his own hesitation--not to the other side of this. Where people who have given him things see them sit on shelves, never to be touched. Where Aether wonders if Dew doesn't like that scent, and Rain wonders if Dew doesn't like those candies he picked out special for him when they were on tour in Japan. There are foods never eaten, and teas never drank, and puzzles never opened, and books never read because Dew aches with the idea of ruining it. Of an ending. But Dew doesn't think about his own ending. About the eventual, inevitable, end of his time topside, however that will happen. He doesn't think about this room, empty of him and still filled with a life time of gifts, memories, and love that he never took full advantage of--because he was too afraid of losing it.

[itz-pandora]

Pandora!!! You got OCs?? Who who do tell!! If you want. I just saw you mention it in the tags of one of you posts and I'm curious ^^

- Ignore the name thats my main, its Sticks here!

HI STICKS HIII!! :D

Okay I just tried listing them all and idk if I got all of them but 🫶 we slay

My Sol Dimension OCs:

Grim the Goat (He's kinda a replacement for Eggman Nega, so he's the main antagonist in my version of the Sol Dimension. He's a skeleton goat who's a wizard and basically immoral. He's SUUUPER silly tho. He runs a lil ship with his niece, Lanolin (Yeah, I throw her in because she doesn't have a place in this AU) and she's always mega stressed because Grim does the stupidest and wackiest things.)

Cove the Wren (Kinda takes the role of Tikal/Knuckles for the Sol Dimension. He lives on Sky Babylon protecting the Master Emerald. He's actually an adult, so that's why he is the main protector. The rest of the Babylonians aren't extinct though, so good for him!)

Solaris the God of Destruction (I yoinked the name!! She's the Sol Dimension's version of Chaos. She's a wisp and lives outside the Master Emerald. She takes on the shape of a mobian phoenix, and she actually has wings. She's perfect much nonverbal, but she can make sounds like cats would lol, their chirps and hissing. She's attached to Cove, since he's been guarding her so long.)

My Future Timeline OC:

Steel the Hedgehog (She's Silver's mother, and since this AU is a DADow AU... You can fill in the blanks. She's courageous and kind of impulsive. She's somewhere on the Aroace spectrum, but she fell for Shadow after he saved her once. She's kinda insane but she's a girlboss for it. She gets killed by Mephiles when Silver is an infant LOL.)

Main AU OC:

Zurui the Chameleon (She was in the Dojo that Espio grew up with, and she was one of the people who trained him. Idk if she was his mother or what. The dojo was really strict, actually abusive when people didn't meet the standard, so Espio left.)

Fankid AU:

Sonadow:

Spirit the Hedgehog (Weak kid with a few health problems. He's the result of Project Spirit, and was made to see spirits, hence the name. He is the first successful attempt, but is physically weak because of it. Shadow rescues him and Spitfire from whoever made them, and so Spirit grows up normally, taking interest in stuff like art, literature, and mechanics. When Spirit starts seeing ghosts, he gets to interact with Maria, whose ghost was still hanging around Shadow since she hadn't moved on yet. Spirit and Maria get to interact, and they become friends, telling each other things. Scares the hell out of Shadow tho LOL. Eventually, Spirit learns how to project spirits using chaos energy, and Shadow almost CRIES LOL... HIS SISTERRRR)

Spitfire the Hedgehog (Spitfire was made to defend the lab and is more of a power type, but was taken away as an infant. As she grew up, she had to start defending Spirit, since he's weak and kinda strange lol. When Spark comes into the picture, she has to make sure Spirit doesn't get hurt, or worse. Spark only being interested in Spirit makes Spitfire insecure, since she starts to think she isn't good enough. It's okay she gets a girlfriend who's very nice. Spitfire is very energetic and a thrill seeker, she's a bit crazy but she's a good person.)

Spark the Hedgehog (The youngest and fastest of the three, made from the leftover DNA of Sonic and Shadow, but he was altered enough so he looks their age. Spark sees himself as a pawn, just a tool to be used, he believes he doesn't have autonomy and just bends to the will of who's commanding him. He was created for the sole purpose of retrieving Spirit due to Spirits abilities, but has been stopped by Spirit's family. I've thought about having something where Spark injures Spirit, and it breaks his worldview a bit)

Silvaze:

Smolder the Hedgehog (He's the heir to the throne of Soleanna (I use the name for Blaze's kingdom bc I wouldn't use it in my 06). Oldest of 3, and the one without powers. He has a physical prowess though, so that makes up for it. He's responsible and booksmart, he wants to prove himself to be a good role model and eventual ruler.)

Ash the Cat (Middle child, who was originally going to be the youngest until I made Ember, lol. She's transfem, and her parents are very supportive of her. She's currently the least fleshed out, since Ember took a lot of her concepts lol. She has psychokinesis tho! I really really need to flesh her out...)

Ember the Cat (Youngest child, she was trained to guard the Sol Emeralds, and has pyrokinesis. She also is being trained to keep relations and communication between Sky Babylon and Soleanna, becoming great friends with Tide, who is in line to be the next protector of the Master Emerald. Her and Tide end up dating btw 💕. Ember is shy but appears reserved and mature. Ember's "burning" form is called "Ignited Ember".)

Sonilver:

Cobalt the Hedgehog (Created when Silver and Sonic used the Time Stones simultaneously. They have control over time, freely passing through it. They have seen a lot of history, and has found it interesting, but hadn't truly befriended anyone. Silver eventually finds them, and offers them a choice to live with him. They eventually decide to reach out, and they do become like family to Silver, and eventually to Sonic too. Silver and Sonic aren't together tho lol. Cobalt is AMAB but is kinda genderfluid/gender apathetic and goes by all pronouns. They identify with different parts of masculinity and femininity)

Non-ship fankid AU OCs:

Tide the Dove (The student of Cove's successor, who is going to be the guardian of the Master Emerald one day. He's shy but polite, appearing awkward at times. He had a crush on Ember for a while, but Ember actually asked him out first lol.)

Hearts the Chinchilla (Very polite and friendly, and she has a interest in baking and crochet. Spitfire fell for her and now they're girlfriends. She's very different from Spitfire, and that's why Spitfire likes her. She also gets along with Spirit.)

Miscellaneous OCs(?):

Hazard the Biolizard (She's just the Biolizard if she was more like Mobian. I don't have a lot down for her personality yet but she's another ARK sibling. Girlfail.)

Melody the Chao (Just a Chao I had in my playthrough of SA2. Knuckles is a single mother bc Knuckles was the only one I'd bring to the Chao Garden for a lil while lol)

Wasn't expecting to ramble endlessly lol

[thefangdomcryptid]

Eve Charactersheet

Multifandom Edition

Masterlist (Coming soon)

Character name: Eve de Lioncourt (Née Dubrovnik)

Quote: "From a starving street urchin to one of Dionysus' muses... I think I did pretty well for myself, wouldn't you agree?"

Race: Albino Snow Wereleopard.

Gender: Female

Orientation: Panromantic Graysexual

Pairings:

Baldur's Gate 3: Astarion/Minthara as main romances.

House of The Dragon: Aemond/Daemon Targaryen

The Originals: Klaus/Elijah Mikaelson

Age:

3000+ years old. She accepted the gift of immortality for serving Dionysus at eighteen.

Place of Residence:

Baldur's Gate

New York (pre Faerun)

Konigswald (Near the German-Swiss border, Black Forest region)

Deity: Unaligned

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral/True Neutral

Personality:

MBTI: ENFP (Campaigner).

Enneagram: Type 4 (The individualist)

OCEAN: 96, 62.5, 67, 44, 40

Character Archetype: Explorer

Star sign: Pisces

Jobs: Bard, pickpocket, con artist.

Musical Proficiencies: Harp, flute, lute, lyre, hurdy gurdy, hand drum, violin, piano, guitar (acoustic and electric), bass guitar, drums, singing and Kulning/Jodeling.

Language Proficiencies:

Ancient tongues: Ancient Greek, Latin, Germanic, Basque, Icelandic, Gaelic, Finnish, Sanskrit, Persian.

Modern Tongues: Greek, Dutch, Flemish, French, German, Spanish, Portuguese, English, Danish, Norwegian, Swedish, Icelandic, Finnish, Russian.

Currently learning (not proficient yet): Japanese, Chinese, Arabic.

Powers and Abilities

Eve’s powers include but are not limited to:

Shapeshifting: Can shapeshift at will without needing the sun or moon, she is aware and in control when in their werecat form. In human form, they retain all the same powers they have when in cat form.

Superhuman strength: Eve possess superhuman strength sufficient to lift about 10 tons, enough force to deform a 1-inch-thick steel bar with ease. Her physical strength also extends, to a lesser degree, to powerful leg muscles allowing her to perform a standing jump of 12 feet in height.

Superhuman stealth: Ninjas have nothing on Eve. If she has your scent, and you are on the menu, you’ll never see or hear her coming, not in human form and not in cat form.

Superhuman speed: Eve could outrun a regular Cheetah if she wanted to (known to run as fast as 70 miles per hour) by speeds as high as 80 to 90 mph.

Superhuman senses: Eve’s senses are about fifteen times stronger than an average human and 7,5 times more potent than an average cat. She has no problems finding her way in the dark, seeing as well as if it were daylight. Her hearing is so acute, Eve can hear a pin drop at a range of 50 feet, even if other noises are surrounding them. Her sense of smell is highly developed; it’s easy for her to sort through various odors to follow a target’s trail. She can even tell a person is lying due to subtle scent changes in the composition of sweat. Eve’s also very acutely aware of other people’s moods.

Superhuman reflexes: Again, ninja-like reflexes, the finest athlete and warrior to ever exist.

Superhuman agility:  Her agility, balance, and bodily coordination are beyond that of even the finest athletes.

Healing ability: Due to her immortal status injuries she sustains cannot kill her and she heals immediately.

Claws: In human form, Eve has retractable claws and teeth.

Charm: Eve is the only Albino Snow Leopard in existence that can persuade human beings and animals to do her bidding with her voice, if she so chooses. Never having to pay for designer clothes for one, or always having free meals, that sort of thing.

Fireproof: Eve is immune to fire. She doesn’t burn, no matter how hot the fire is, she can’t be harmed by hot pokers, and she can’t be branded.

Bio

Eve was born in Athens to wealthy parents, also known as Aristoi, making her Greek nobility. Her parents had trouble conceiving and turned to their patron deity Aphrodite for help, who then blessed the family with a daugher that had a beauty that could rival her own.

When Eve came of marrying age, tragedy struck her family, and Eve was abducted by a wealthy brothel owner and her household decimated. For two years, the man did and let other people do unspeakable things to her, until Zeus, in the guise of a young wealthy patron paid the man a wealthy sum to hire her services as a hetaira.

When he revealed himself as Zeus, after gaining her trust, he offered her immortality and powers in exchange for her becoming one of his wives. Stuck between a God's offer and the risk of his wifes' wrath or certain death if she went back, Eve accepted his offer. Besides immortality, he gave her the ability to shapeshift into an animal he thought fit her, which was an Albino Snow Leopard, so he could sneak her into Olympus without Hera noticing. While being okay with that power, and Zeus restoring her body and hands to their original unharmed state, Eve negotiated two other powers: The ability to charm people and animals with her voice, and she wanted to be fireproof, both powers in relation to her trauma. Zeus agreed, but made it so she could only charm humans and animals. After all, he couldn't have her charming him.

Soon enough Hera showed up on her doorstep. While she was furious, she saw an opportunity to get back at her husband and to grant Eve her revenge on her previous captor. While she granted Eve superior agility, speed, reflexes, strength and better senses than her animal counterpart, she also left behind a few not so nice surprises Eve would eventually discover on her own.

After enacting her revenge, Eve stayed at Hera's side until the Greek Pantheon fell and Hera set her free so she could find her own way in the world.

Portal to the Forgotten Realms

In a desperate attempt to be together with Elijah Mikaelson and to be rid of Klaus, Eve travels to New Orleans to find anything that can help.

As she explores the French Quarter, a small shop catches her eye, tucked away between a bookstore and an antiques dealer. There was a strange energy radiating from it, and Eve notices that no one seemed to be aware of its presence there, save for her. Intrigued and drawn to it, she enters the building, the door creaking open and the ring of a little brass bell chiming through the space alerting whomever owns the shop that a new customer has arrived. When no one shows, Eve decides to browse it on her own.

The shop itself seems to be a lot more spacious on the inside than it looked on the outside, and while the outside didn’t give anything away, the inside seemed to be an art gallery of some sort, with pristine white walls covered in paintings of all shapes, sizes and subjects. There were also easels of differing sizes, displaying artworks as well.

“Klaus would love this place,” she mutters to herself, her eyes scanning the art.

As she moves through the space, a canvas set on an easel catches her eye. It’s an oil painting named “The Forgotten Realms,” and depicts a big, lively city surrounded by water. As she studies the artwork, it feels like it’s alive, as if it’s moving in front of Eve’s eyes. Fascinated, she reaches out to touch the canvas, and her fingers make contact, the surface ripples as if it’s water, its watery tendrils snaking around her hand and arm, forcefully dragging her through the surface. Eve leans back, pulling and tugging against the tendrils to break herself free, to no avail. Eve is yanked through, tossed about, twisted and turned around as if she’s in a centrifuge, and then spat out on a beach near what is known in Faerun as Wyrm’s Crossing, between Rivington and Baldur’s Gate.

With no clue where she landed and no knowledge of the customs, religion or the people, she wanders into Rivington. Her attire earns her some strange looks, so with her ability to charm people, she gets herself some clothes, money and food. She finds her way into the city, securing herself a place to stay, and while she tries to find a way home, earns her keep as a bard, until she is abducted by a Nautiloid, waking up on the beach near Emerald Grove soon after.

Dark urge

The Dark Urge in my version of the game is dead, murdered by Orin in her chambers. When Eve lands in Westeros, with her bloodlust, Bhaal senses her presence, and knows her to be his true heir, even though she is not from the same plane of existence, and she is immortal, which Bhaal cannot change. That of course, doesn’t matter to the God, because he wants her all the same, given that she who travels between dimensions could make his grand plan even grander.

At first, Eve doesn’t feel any different, until she kills for the first time to sate her urge, and it isn’t enough, as if her desires have been amplified, voices in her head whispering to her to kill, to spill blood.

There’s two ways this can go: Eve resists the urge, breaking free from Bhaal’s plan for her, or she is seduced by his darkness and embraces her future of bloodlust.

Targaryen Chronicles ( Werecat AU)

Instead of going to New Orleans, Eve puts her trust in Elijah, who is working tirelessly for them to be together. When he chooses to save Klaus during the sun and moon ritual in Mystic Falls, Eve, feeling heartbroken and betrayed decides to leave, wearing an amulet made by Bonnie to ensure no one can use magical means to find her.

For about a year, Eve travels the world, and then settles down in Konigswald, a small city in the Black Forest near the German Swiss border. This is where she meets the Targaryen family (mainly Aemond, Daemon and Aegon) for the first time. They're immortal like her, chosen by their God to serve back in the day, and natural born Albino Snow Wereleopards.

[amazinglyegg]

JAY! JAY! JAY! JAY!

The most basic survivor with the most basic story! Very long ramble about him below the cut (sorry)

Physical appearance

Short, skinny, pale (malnourished vibes)

Part way through his story he loses his eyes from a grenade and gets synth eyes as prosthetics

Has scars all over his body from that incident, as well as the average amount of scars for a wastelander

Always wears long sleeves, usually a white tshirt

Jean jacket over top with some silly little patches!!!

I am terrible at clothes so idk what pants he wears. Vaguely grey probably

Other outfits you'll see him in are any random clothes he needs when going undercover in the railroad (he keeps an outfit in his bag for synths still in their old uniform!) and rarely the Brotherhood flight suit when it's laundry day

Backpack

Big ol' hiking backpack he scavenged in sanctuary, also ties his sleeping bag on the bottom

Food, water, and caps are necessary

Sketchbook and pencil to keep him busy while having to sit around and wait, loves sketching and journalling

Teddy bear! Lovingly named Mr. Cuddlesworth, keeps him tucked away so nothing bad happens to him

Fancy Lads for any synths he comes across, also (not in the picture) a blank box filled with chems for bribing his way out of problems with raiders and the like

Uses his baseball bat, especially before he got comfortable with guns, but occasionally uses Rightous Authority and a combat shotgun

Keeps an extra knife on hand as well as pepper spray and a rape whistle, both of which he kept on his body since pre-war

Stats!

Physically weak but very perceptive - not very high charisma but his perception usually helps him along

High perception means he has very sensetive ears, which can both be useful and a problem (prone to sensory overload!)

His perks aren't based on his SPECIAL at all

Medic - he was trained as a scribe in the Brotherhood of Steel, much more comfortable healing than fighting

Vans - He's practically reliant on his pipboy to keep track of all his quests! It has a detailed map and GPS that can even give directions out loud

Rooted - He's a freeze response type of guy. 100% deer in the headlight vibes

Personality

He's a big ol' scaredy cat!

Trauma from the vault has left him absolutely terrified of enclosed spaces, the dark, and radroaches. Also dislikes loud sounds, the cold, alcohol, and chems

He likes touch and always gives out hugs and handshakes! He also likes the sun (and light), nature, sweets, sleeping, being non-violent, and brahmin

He's a crybaby and will cry at every little thing. Just give him 15 minutes and he'll be fine

He's very naive and trusting, especially starting out. He just blindly goes along with what anyone says, and that becomes an extreme as he tries to cope with how much the world changed

Everything's in ruins now? Okay. There's cows with two heads? Okay. You're going to rob me and steal all my money? Okay... wait.

Always tries to see the best in people and things, and will much rather get shot than risk shooting someone who may not be a danger to him (hey, maybe they're only aiming a gun at him because they misunderstand! We can talk things out!)

Very rarely gets angry or loses his cool - tends to just cry instead. Not too great in the wasteland!

He doesn't like kids (and didn't like Shaun, which he feels guilty about...) despite being so childish and friendly. He gets along with them great! He just... doesn't like them...

Story

Jay has two storylines of sorts, one of my first playthrough and one of my second playthrough that diverges a bit

My first playthrough is a Railroad playthrough

Jay is Shaun's older brother. Their father was a veteran and Sanctuary was a small neighborhood specifically advertised as PTSD/veteran friendly (AKA HOA had a field day with banning fireworks and loud parties, and didn't bother with much else...) - Codsworth was also part of a pack for veterans!

Jay gets some basic survival skills from Preston and the group (after becoming severely ill due to a 200yr old immune system, but whatever) and leaves with Codsworth to Diamond City

He meets Nick and joins the Railroad quickly after! However Codsworth gets pretty beaten up in Vault 114 and after staying with Arturo for a while Jay convinces him to go to Sanctuary where it's safe

At some point Jay runs off on his own to try and collect the last few of Winter's holotapes, which is where he gets cornered by gunners in Quincy and throws a grenade which bounces off the wall and back near his own feet

He was mostly blind and severely injured, and staggers his way back to Railroad HQ (thanks to his high perception + VANS to guide him) where he gets taken to Doctor Amari and gets his synth eyes

He infiltrates the Institute and befriends X6, and also finds out he's a synth after reading a terminal he was told very sternly not to look into

In the same way Shaun is sort of a test for child synths, Jay is a test for teenage synths, as well as to study personality and emotions, and how a synth would grow if they believed to be human

Barely anyone knows this, save for Father and maybe a few other scientists, so Jay keeps it a secret until the Railroad is attacking the place, where he tells Father on his deathbed that he knows the truth

Father tells him that they're not real brothers and he feels nothing for him, and Jay responds by telling Father that he loves him and that their parents would be proud of him before mercy shooting him in the head

He adopts synth Shaun and gets adopted by Nick, making a family of entirely robots (including Codsworth!)

Far Harbor comes after this and stuff happens idk this is getting very long, but DiMA is his uncle!!

The second playthrough, which is forever unfinished, is a Brotherhood playthrough, follows all the main plotpoints above with a few changed details

Instead of immediately leaving to Diamond City after Call to Arms, he and Codsworth stay with Danse and his group with the promise of food, shelter, and in-depth survival and weapon training (he's still relying on his baseball bat at this point despite his horrible strength stat)

Codsworth eventually goes back to Sanctuary (all this fighting stresses him out) and Jay does still find the Railroad and go along with them, but he spends a majority of his time on the Prydwen learning everything he needs to know

Jay's still supportive of synths but is less active in the Railroad, and he finds out he's a synth around a week or two before the events of Blind Betrayal

After Blind Betrayal Jay leaves the Brotherhood and goes for a Minutemen and Railroad ending, where the two factions sort of combine, and a lot of settlers are either rescued synths or helping the Railroad in some way

Danse is also in the Minutemen! Although he's mostly unaware of how involved in the Railroad they are - Jay is trying to ease him into it slowly but it's taking a WHILE to unlearn all that Brotherhood propaganda!

Jay isn't as active in the Railroad in this playthrough, and he's more critical of their ways of doing things. He's a bit more distant with Nick (as Danse sort of takes the roll of surrogate father) but generally the vibes are the same

These two stories somehow both exist equally in my head, so I guess they're both "canon"!

Fun facts!

Jay is a genre of person. Whenever there's an RPG and I can't tell if I should make an OC or pretend to be myself, I make Jay! He also exists in Stardew Valley!

Jay is my middle name, but not on purpose. While getting my name changed my mom offered to include Jay as a middle name (unrelated to my OCs) and I went along with it. Jay had already existed for a while before this!

Jay's original design included a hard hat. I decided it wasn't for him.

Jay disliked Codsworth and Shaun before the war. He was going through an angsty phase and was a bit jealous of not being the only child anymore. He feels very guilty about it now

He can't bring himself to go back to Sanctuary anymore so most of the Minutemen's work is done at the Castle

During The Lost Patrol he finds himself alone at the Revere Satellite Array and trades a bunch of food, water, and caps with the Super Mutants in exchange for Scribe Faris' holotags (and his life). Danse is not happy about this

Despite the fact I never travelled with Curie or Strong in my playthroughs, he's friends with them! He thinks they're pretty chill

The first person he tells about being a Synth is X6, and he asks whether he knew. X6 had no idea.

He doesn't tell Nick for a looong time because of his reaction when DiMA asks if he's a synth. He asks DiMA for advice after the events of Far Harbor before he tells Nick.

[TRIGGER WARNING beyond this point for claustrophobia, suffocation, roaches, PTSD, and suicide] He spent several hours stuck inside the vault, barely able to move or breathe due to having to dethaw in an already cold room. His cryopod couldn't open from the inside and he was slowly suffocating as the seals were air-tight. He had to claw his way through the cushioning to get to some wires that, when broken, finally released the doors.

He was still too weak and pained to move, and the radroaches started swarming him once they sensed fresh meat. They didn't do much damage to him but it was still very traumatizing

The first thing he did as soon as he got out of that room was try and shoot himself with the 10mm. The safety was on and he didn't know how to switch it off, so he gave up

Attempted suicide again a few days later after the power armor from the Museum of Freedom reminded him of the cryo pod and triggered a nasty flashback (plus the general stress of everything), but gets stopped by Codsworth. After retelling this to Captain Cade he finds out that it's not a "normal panic attack" and that he does in fact have PTSD, and that he's not allowed in power armor until he gets his symptoms under control.

[beakers-and-telescopes]

These "smart sutures" are inspired by "catgut sutures", a type of naturally dissolving stitches first used by the ancient Romans (don't worry, they don't actually have anything to do with cats! Instead, they use collagen found in the intestines of cows or pigs- the stuff that helps to make your tissue strong and elastic). They are still sometimes used today, but they look a little different from the catgut sutures used in ancient times.

Once the catgut "string" is harvested from the intestines, they are purified by soaking in different solvents to remove all of the cells (which could react negatively with your body), leaving behind only the stretchy fibers of collagen and other molecules that are swimming around with your cells. Once this material is stretched, twisted, and dried, it is even stronger than a comparable weight of steel wire!

So what makes these sutures "smart" is their coating. This coating is made of a hydrogel (like these):

The hydrogel can be safely used to attach different molecules to the sutures, which can do a number of different cool things.

One application that was tested involved mixing the hydrogel with special nanoparticles that release a compound if they detect inflammation near the stitches. The compound can be detected with a simple urine test, and could be a great way to quickly catch problems with internal sutures.

The second tested application involved drug delivery. The hydrogel could carry and then slowly release a number of different drugs into the body, including antibiotics, anti-inflammation medication, or even chemotherapy drugs. The researchers have even started to test out if these hydrogel sutures could be used to deliver stem cells into the body (and so far it looks promising!)

So far, these sutures have only been tested in the gastrointestinal tract, but the researchers are now scaling up and trying to test out a wider range of applications, which could lead to some very exciting results.

[sonicasura]

Got some more stuff for the Kaiju No.8/Pokemon crossover based on @foolmariofest asks! Previous part can be found here. Let's get started.

Trainer plays chess with a disguised No. 9 before the First Mission incident. Both knew something was up with the other but figured they wouldn't try anything amongst a crowd. The two talked about different philosophies before Trainer leaves with a win and No.9's curiosity.

Soshiro finds a present in the mail room from the latest problem child. It turns out to be a well crafted purple Skitty onesie in his size. (The item got cleared before he could keep it.) Soshiro does wear it with the threat of anyone who laughs has to run 50 laps around base in their undergarments.

(Alternate Scenario) Riot Kaiju No.8 escapes headquarters instead of attacking Isao as the need to see Trainer again is too strong. Defense Force scrambles in an attempt to find the giant kaiju. Cue shocked Pikachu faces upon the sight of a purring Riot No.8 being petted by Trainer. Even moreso for the kid to chastises him into backing down after growling at the troops.

Trainer helps rebuild the 3rd Division base in the span of half a day as a surprise gift. Fighting, Ground, and Steel Types are the perfect Pokemon for reconstruction efforts. Or how two certain captains see more of the domestic side to Trainer's world.

Ultra Beasts don't understand boundaries at all. Especially not ones for the Defense Force Headquarters. Or how a Blacephon and Stakataka annoy the fuck out of the Higher Ups because they want to see Trainer alongside Kafka.

Pokemon Lessons time with everyone's favorite problem child. Trainer often quizzes their friends about stuff from their world and even brings examples. One of their favorite lessons was Regional Variants thanks the reactions at Exeggutor.

Story time with a chance for potential mischief. Trainer often leads to tales that have an air of eerieness or uncertainty to mess with people. Absolutely brought a Poltchageist once just to troll the 3rd Division during one such story.

When a Ultra Wormhole displaces a clutter of Skitty on Soshiro. Or how the Vice Captain gets turned into an impromptu cat dad for a few days. Soshiro stills checks up on them even as they stay at Trainer's facility.

No better introduction to the Battle Frontier than taking your friends to your gym. Especially if the unexpected bonus is a visit from the very Pokemon that raised Trainer. (The leader of the flock is a female Alpha Shiny.)

(Alternate Scenario) Isao clashes with Trainer's Incineroar for the safety of Kafka Hibino. The General learns what it really means to lead others and how important trust is. Malicious Moonsault finisher is the best way to ruin an old man's pride.

'How To Get In Touch With The Kaiju Inside Your Body'. Or Trainer encourages Kafka to try and communicate with Tiny in some way. Ai gets to hang out with his whelp more often while his other halves do so.

Trainer shows Kafka some of the items they found on their journey. He feels a bit uneasy at the Black Stone as the man senses it is glaring into his soul. Tension immediately fades to disbelief the moment fossils and fossil restoration is brought up.

3rd Division unofficial fashion show! Or Kafka gets to try out his new outfits and it somehow spirals into everyone joining in. No.10 is the unfortunate observer who doesn't understand fashion at all.

That's it for now! Here's the shenanigan Pokemon btw.

[meowjaa]

✧ stalker-ish ✧

warnings: mentions of stalking, 18+ mdni, mention of fake users, instagram (LOL)

context: levi ackerman fem!reader - y/n having a huge thing for levi and stalking his instagram account but plot twist levi was stalking y/n too?!

a/n: I got my new keyboard its teal and white its so cuteee but anyways enjoy my loves!! <33

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and tea enveloped Y/N as she sat at her usual table in the corner of Rose Cafe. She peeked up from her book, heartbeat quickening when she spotted him strolling through the door right on schedule - 8am on the dot, like clockwork.

Levi Ackerman. Just the sight of him took Y/N's breath away. His piercing steel gray eyes that contrasted strikingly with his jet black undercut hair. The way he carried himself with an aura of mystery and magnetism.

Y/N yearned to talk to him, to unravel all his intriguing layers. But she could barely muster the courage to meet his gaze, intimidated by his brooding allure.

So instead, she had crafted a fake Instagram account - "tea_lover_89" using it to lurk and fawn over Levi's profile anonymously. Scrolling feverishly though artsy shots of graffiti murals, bookstore shelves, rainy city streets. Pausing on the occasional moody black and white selfie that left her pulse racing.

This morning, as always, Y/N pulled up Levi's page first thing, double-tapping his latest post a hazy nightscape of neon signs reflecting off wet pavement.

"Gorgeous shot," she typed out in the comments from her alter ego account before locking her phone and attempting to refocus on her book. But soon her eyes drifted up, irresistibly drawn back to the real-life version just a few tables away.

Little did Y/N know, Levi's eyes were also stolen glances when he thought she wasn't looking. He too felt inexplicably magnetized by this warm, bubbly girl who frequented his favorite cafe. Her chestnut hair shining in the sunlight, eyes crinkling adorably when she laughed. He was utterly smitten.

Levi never worked up the nerve to talk to Y/N directly either. Instead he created his own fake account - "wanderlust_photog" using it to follow her and fawn in private. Her feed was full of cozy book nook shots, delectable pastries, and radiant selfies that left Levi breathless.

This morning, Levi pulled up her latest selfie - smiling brightly with a dusting of flour on her cheek, captioned "Tried a new snickerdoodle recipe!" He double-tapped, leaving a quick comment: "Looks delicious!"

Then Levi forced himself to pocket his phone, sipping his black coffee while sneaking glances at the real girl behind the enchanting photos, completely enthralled...

It was a bustling morning at Rose Cafe as Y/N waited in line for her usual vanilla latte. Speakers played soothing acoustic music amidst the chatter and aroma of brewing coffee. Y/N scrolled through her phone, giggling at the latest silly meme her best friend sent her.

Suddenly she felt a gentle bump at her shoulder, nearly knocking the phone from her hand.

“Oh excuse me, I’m so sor—“ Y/N’s voice caught in her throat as she looked up into stormy gray eyes. Levi Ackerman stood before her, the very man she had been secretly admiring through a fake Instagram account.

Flustered, Y/N fumbled her phone, watching in horror as it slipped from her grasp toward the tiled floor. But before it could shatter, Levi’s cat-like reflexes kicked in and he caught it smoothly.

“T-thank you,” Y/N stuttered, mortified at her clumsiness.

“No problem.” Levi handed back her phone, but not before his eyes darted down, catching a glimpse of the Instagram app open to none other than tea_lover_89 – the very same account that had been liking and commenting on all his posts for weeks.

Y/N wanted to evaporate on the spot. But suddenly, the hint of a knowing smile formed on Levi’s lips.

“I should have known it was you…” he murmured.

Y/N blinked, confusion evident on her flushed face.

Levi leaned in slightly, voice low so only she could hear. “Did you really think I wouldn’t realize who wanderlust_photog was, constantly liking your posts?”

Y/N’s eyes widened. “Wait…that was YOU?”

Levi nodded, a slight smile breaking through now.

Flustered and elated all at once, Y/N laughed brightly. “Well, I guess neither of us were very subtle then!”

The barista called Y/N’s name, snapping her focus back. Levi insisted on paying for her drink. They sat together with shy smiles, all anonymous pretense gone.

Finally Y/N spoke sincerely. “I’m glad I don’t have to secretly admire you online anymore.”

Levi’s gaze was tender. “Oh but that makes it interesting"

At last they spoke freely together, fake accounts no longer needed when the genuine connection between them was everything they had each secretly dreamed of.

[lockandkeyhyena]

Alright- So! Here are the little guys!

Shinya (shinzō "heart - organ" + nya) evolves into Nekoro (neko "cat" + kokoro "heart - emotion") and finally, with friendship lvl 10 and with a heart feather, it evolves into Nyakoppido (Nya + neko + koppido "cupid")

Shinya [type: fairy]: Shinya, the heart pokemon. Shinya used to be obtainabl through breeding a skitty and a persian, and over time, Shinya developed into it's own species. Shinya are very famous as valentine gifts, causing a massive problem due to overbreeding. And, due to it needing a very high list of necessities, it's very common as a stray pokemon, which caused it's wary and afraid personality as the species grew.

Nekoro [type: fairy]: Nekoro, the loving pokemon. After being taken in by a caring trainer and having it's needs fullfiled, Shinya evolves into Nekoro, who is now stronger and will protect it's trainer with their life. It's old "collar" now turns into a wing mimic, symbol of how it is free from it's old life and chains caused by their high needs.

Nyakoppido [type: fairy/steel]: Nyakoppido, the relationship pokemon. After basking into the love and friendship of it's trainer, Nekoro decides to help those around ir with their own relationships, be it romantic or platonic. Its fake wings turn into a full pair of steel wings, which it uses for short flights but mostly as a bow and arrow to shoot its steel feathers. Many view this as very nosy and intrusive pokemon, but deep down, all it wishes to do is to give others the same amount of love and respect it was given.

Here it is!!! :D (also give me your opinions on the shiny!!)

OBSESSED!!! omg!! lovelovelove its design wowww. and that SHINY!! i would hunt the hell out of that. you can hardly ever go wrong with a black shiny- with the gold accents tooo!!

[trainmycat]

5 Ways You Could Be Harming Your Cat Without Realizing It!

Cats are independent and loving creatures, but as owners, we might unknowingly engage in habits that can harm their health or well-being. Here are five common mistakes cat owners make and how to avoid them:

1. Neglecting the Litter Box

Cats are extremely clean animals, and a dirty litter box can harm their health—and yours. If the litter box isn’t cleaned regularly, bacteria and odors can accumulate, causing discomfort or health issues for your cat. Some cats may even refuse to use the litter box if it’s too dirty, leading to accidents around your home. To prevent this, clean the litter box at least once a day, and even more frequently if you have multiple cats.

2. Not Cleaning Food and Water Dishes

Dirty food and water dishes can become breeding grounds for bacteria, especially if you’re feeding your cat wet food. This can lead to health problems for your feline friend. Wash their dishes daily with soap and water, and always ensure fresh water is available. Regular cleaning keeps your cat healthy and prevents contamination.

3. Using the Wrong Type of Dishes

The material and shape of your cat’s dishes matter more than you might think. Avoid plastic dishes, as they can develop scratches over time that trap bacteria and are hard to clean. Instead, opt for stainless steel, which is durable and hygienic.

Additionally, avoid deep dishes. Cats have highly sensitive whiskers, and when their whiskers touch the sides of a deep dish, it can cause discomfort or “whisker fatigue.” Some cats may even pull food out of the dish to avoid this. Choose shallow, wide dishes to ensure mealtime is stress-free for your cat.

4. Punishing Your Cat

Never punish or shout at your cat for undesirable behavior. Cats don’t understand punishment the way humans do and may perceive it as an attempt to harm them. This can damage the bond of trust you’ve built. Instead, try to understand why your cat is behaving a certain way. Look for resources online or consult a veterinarian or cat behaviorist for advice on addressing and correcting the issue in a gentle, effective manner.

5. Grabbing Their Tail or Rubbing Their Tummy

Many cats dislike having their bellies touched because this area is one of their most vulnerable spots. While some cats may tolerate it if they trust you deeply, most will find it stressful or threatening. Similarly, gripping or pulling a cat’s tail can cause pain or provoke a defensive reaction. To maintain your cat’s trust and comfort, avoid actions that make them uneasy. Instead, focus on petting areas they enjoy, like their head, cheeks, or back.

By making these small adjustments, you can create a happier and healthier environment for your cat. Remember, a content cat is a loving companion!

[iamthejags]

Miraculous Yin Yang Chapter 3: The Reveal

“Tikki, Kaalki, divide,” Pegabug said tiredly. “Tikki, spots off.”

Marinette placed Kaalki’s Miraculous back into the Miracle Box before climbing up on her bed and quickly falling asleep. It had taken over an hour before Master Wu was satisfied with her pronunciation of the ritual. By the time she returned to Paris, it was nearly six in the morning. As she drifted off to sleep, Marinette was grateful that there were no akumas while she was gone.

She woke a few hours later, feeling much better. As she sat up, the memory of her night came rushing back to her and she felt a surge of excitement.

“Tikki!” she said, climbing down her ladder. “I am feeling so much better than I was a couple of days ago. I really think this is the right thing to do.”

“I’m glad you feel better, Marinette,” Tikki said. “I think you are making the right choice.”

“I need to talk to Chat Noir,” Marinette said. Tikki nodded. “Tikki, spots on!”

Ladybug quickly pulled out her Bugphone and tapped out a message.

*********** Adrien was practicing his piano when Plagg came floating leisurely over.

“Ladybug sent you a message,” he said.

“Ladybug sent a message?” Adrien asked. “Is there an akuma?”

“I don’t sense one,” Plagg said. “But I guess you better, ugh, transform anyway and see what she wants.”

Adrien didn’t hesitate. “Plagg, claws out!” He quickly pulled out his baton and opened the phone to read the message.

“Huh,” he said to himself. “She wants to meet tonight? But we were just on patrol the other night. I wonder what’s happened.” He quickly typed out an assent and put his phone away.

“Plagg, claws in!”

“So, what does Ladybug want?” Plagg asked once the transformation was complete.

“She wants to meet tonight at 9 on the Eiffel Tower,” Adrien said. “She didn’t say why, though.”

“I guess you better go, then,” Plagg said.

Adrien struggled to focus the rest of the day. Thankfully, his schedule was full even during the summer, so he was kept busy. But he couldn’t help but wonder what Ladybug needed. Her message was completely devoid of any indication of what it was and whether it was a good thing or a bad thing.

Finally, the sky started turning dark and it was nearly time to go. Adrien mentally steeled himself for anything. When it came to his Lady, he always hoped for the best, but was prepared for the worst. He took a deep breath and called, “Plagg, claws out!”

********** Ladybug was sitting on the railing at their favorite meeting spot when she sensed Chat Noir walking on all fours along the railing behind her. She smiled to herself. Always the goofy cat. She waited where she was until he came up and sat next to her.

They sat in companionable silence for a while. Even though Ladybug was the one who had initiated this meetup, she wasn’t sure how to begin. Chat was more than happy to simply sit next to her and wait until she was ready to speak.

Finally, Ladybug turned to Chat. “So, you’re probably wondering why I asked you to come here,” she said nervously.

Chat looked at her. “Naturally,” he said. “But I have no problem just sitting here with you, Ladybug.”

Ladybug looked down at their city. She knew exactly where she needed to end up, but how to get there? She had been agonizing about what to say all day. For three years, they had needed to keep their identities secret. Even when Chat wanted to reveal his, she had refused flatly. And now, she was afraid of how he would react when she said it was time. She swung her legs over the ledge, thinking how to broach the subject.

“Have you ever been to Tibet?” she suddenly asked.

Chat looked at her, surprised. “I can’t say that I ever have,” he said carefully.

“I was there this morning,” Ladybug said.

“This morning?” Chat was surprised. “How did you get back so…wait. Kaalki. You had to have used Kaalki. So, the temple. Does that mean you went to the temple?”

“Yes,” Ladybug said.

“That’s great!” Chat exclaimed. “How is it? Are the monks all there? Were they happy to see you? What happened? Why did you suddenly decide to go?” Privately, Chat thought, “Why didn’t you invite me?” He had to admit, he was a little hurt, but he tried to ignore it and focus on Ladybug.

“It was…kind of an impulse decision,” Ladybug said, looking away. She could hear the slight tinge of hurt in his words. “I have felt like we haven’t been working together as well ever since I became Guardian. Our last akuma battle was really hard.” Chat nodded in agreement, but kept silent.

Ladybug continued, “I talked to Tikki about it and decided that I needed more guidance. Master Fu was never able to really train me and I’ve had to figure so much out on my own. I thought that maybe there would be someone at the temple who could help me figure out how to be a good Guardian and also how to fix our partnership.”

“Milady, we still work together well,” Chat said. “You’re an amazing Ladybug.”

“We still work together, Chat,” she said, “but you can’t tell me that you haven’t noticed how we’re not in rhythm anymore. Just a couple of nights ago we essentially tripped over each other and had to recharge before we could finish the battle.”

Chat sighed. “I remember,” he said. “I’m sorry, Ladybug. I am doing my best to be the Chat Noir you need.”

“I know, Kitty,” Ladybug said affectionately. “You have been an incredible Chat Noir. But it is definitely a problem that we need to solve.”

Chat was suddenly afraid of where this conversation was going. Was she going to take his Miraculous? He took a deep breath, then another, trying to calm his racing heart. Ladybug noticed his distress and placed her hand on his. He started in surprise.

“It’s okay, Chat,” she said quietly. “You are my Chat Noir. And that isn’t going to change. We were meant to be partners.”

Chat took another deep breath trying to calm himself. “Okay,” he said. “So do you have another solution in mind?”

Ladybug hesitated. Here it was. The moment of truth. How would he react after all the times she refused to allow them to reveal their secret identities? She felt like it was the right time, but would Chat agree?

“I think…I think it’s time,” she finally managed to say.

“Time for what?” Chat asked.

“Time for us to know who we really are,” Ladybug said. “It’s time for us to reveal our secret identities to each other.”

Chat looked at her, stunned. Of all the possible scenarios that had run through his head, this was one of the least likely. While he could not deny that he desperately wanted to know who his Lady was, he couldn’t shake all of her previous rejections that easily.

Chat looked straight ahead, trying to decide how to respond. Was this a test? If he failed this, would she take his Miraculous? But what if she was sincere? Could he say no to a chance to know who was behind her mask? Could he say no to a chance to finally get to know his Lady? She did say that she wasn’t planning to take his Miraculous. But was that part of the test, too?

Chat looked over at Ladybug to see her looking at him…hopefully? Was he reading her expression correctly? Was Ladybug actually ready to reveal her secret identity to him? Was that why she had gone to the temple, to get permission perhaps? Chat made his decision.

“You are the Guardian,” he said carefully. “I will defer to you.”

“Oh, Chat,” Ladybug said, almost…regretfully? He wasn’t completely sure. Ladybug sighed.

“Chat,” she said again. “This isn’t about me being Guardian. This is about us. Ladybug and Chat Noir. Our partnership. And perhaps more. I feel like it is the right time to reveal our identities. I feel like the secrets are holding us back. But we are partners. Equals. Your opinion matters as much as mine. I want to know your actual thoughts.”

Chat hesitated again. He so desperately wanted to drop his mask, but three years of rejection by Ladybug had burned caution into his soul. He still wasn’t completely sure that this wasn’t a test of some kind. But he had to admit that Ladybug was right. They weren’t in sync. They did trip over each other. Something had happened when she became Guardian and it wasn’t helping them defeat Hawk Moth. Maybe, just maybe, this would help.

“You are right,” he said finally. “We haven’t been in sync. It seems to me like it started when you became the Guardian. Not,” he added hastily, “that it was a bad thing. It just seems like that’s when we started to fall out of step. I’ve always wanted to know who you are. I would still like to know who you are. But if it comes at the cost of my Miraculous and fighting alongside you, then I would have to refuse.”

“I understand, Kittycat,” Ladybug said. “Like I said, I am not going to take your Miraculous away.” She could see him visibly relax as she said that.

“I learned,” Ladybug said, “that it was really only Master Fu’s choice that made us have to keep our identities secret. And his lack of training.”

“His lack of training?” Chat asked.

“Yes,” Ladybug said. “Master Fu was so young when he destroyed the temple that he hadn’t been fully trained. Actually, he had very little training, really. He did the best he could, but there were some things that he just didn’t know and that only the Temple Guardian could teach him.”

“What kinds of things?” Chat asked.

“Such as something that would take the risk out of knowing our secret identities,” Ladybug said.

Chat drew in a sharp breath. “What? There is a way to remove that risk?” he asked

“Yes,” Ladybug said. “There is a very old ritual similar to the one that prevents kwamis from disclosing the identities of their holders. It can prevent holders from disclosing their own identity and others’ identities.”

“That…honestly makes a lot of sense,” Chat said. “I mean, if the magic can bind super powerful cosmic entities, why couldn’t it bind regular humans?”

“Exactly,” Ladybug said, smiling at him.

“So, what are we waiting for?” Chat asked. “How do we do this ritual? Do we have to go to the temple?”

Ladybug laughed. “No, Kitty,” she said. “As the Guardian, I have the power to perform the ritual.”

“That’s my Lady,” Chat said. “Always one step ahead of me. Does it take long?”

“Not at all,” Ladybug said. “It’s really very simple. I put one of my hands on your head, say a phrase that the Temple Guardian taught me, and then you say yes. That’s it. Then you’ll never be able to reveal the identity of any Miraculous holder without my express permission.”

“Never?” he asked. “Not even in my mind if Hawk Moth were to akumatize me?”

“Never,” she said. “Hawk Moth won’t be able to read it in your mind unless I allow it. And that is obviously never going to happen.”

“Wow,” Chat said quietly. “That’s incredible. You are so powerful, milady.”

“Only because of you, Kittycat,” she said. “A Ladybug without her Black Cat is nothing.”

Chat’s body tingled when she said that. He just sat and enjoyed the moment of his Lady telling him that she needed him. All he wanted for three years was for his Lady to need him just as much as he needed her. They weren’t there yet, he didn’t think, but that was a good start.

“So,” Chat finally said after several minutes of silence, “what next?”

“First, we need to complete the ritual for you,” Ladybug said.

Chat hopped off the railing. “Ready and waiting, milady,” he said with a bow.

Ladybug hopped down, too. She stood in front of Chat and he bowed his head so she could reach it more easily.

“Chat Noir,” she began and repeated the phrase as Master Wu had taught her.

“Yes,” he said. There was a flash of white light, then a sense of completion washed over Ladybug.

“Let’s test it,” Ladybug said. “You are going to try to tell me your identity, but I forbid you from doing so.”

“Okay,” Chat Noir said, hesitating a bit. “Okay. Ladybug, my secret identity is A…” Suddenly, Chat’s throat constricted and he couldn’t get the words out.

“Chat!” Ladybug exclaimed. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m okay,” Chat said as his throat relaxed again. He swallowed a couple of times. “But I couldn’t say it. I couldn’t say my name. That was…a strange sensation.”

“I’m sorry, Chat,” Ladybug said. “I hope I didn’t hurt you.”

“Not at all, milady,” Chat said grinning. “But it definitely works. I can’t believe it. It works!” He danced around giddily, like a child at Christmas. “We’re safe from Hawk Moth! He can’t get our identities!”

Ladybug couldn’t help but grin at her goofy cat. She was equal parts relieved and excited.

“Ok, calm down Kitty,” she said, grinning as she tugged gently on his tail.

Chat turned to face her. “So,” he said, “are we doing this…now? Or did you want to do it some other time?”

“I think,” Ladybug paused. “I think it’s time. I have my courage. It’s time. Let’s do it. Chat, I am giving you permission to reveal your secret identity to me.”

“Okay,” he said. He took a deep breath. “On three, how about we both detransform?”

“Yes, okay,” said Ladybug. “Ready? One…Two…Three! Tikki, spots off!”

“Plagg, claws in!”

Two simultaneous flashes of light and two thunderstruck teenagers stood staring at each other, mouths agape.

“Adrien?!”

“Marinette?!”

“Are you freaking kidding me right now?” Marinette exclaimed. “It’s been you this whole time?!”

“Yep,” Adrien said, still grinning like the Cheshire cat. He couldn’t believe it. He absolutely couldn’t believe it. Marinette. He had always had a soft spot for her. And now she was Ladybug, too? He could not believe his luck.

Marinette sank down to her knees and put her hands over her face. She couldn’t reconcile it in her head. Chat Noir was Adrien. Adrien was Chat Noir. Her not-so-secret crush for three years was the same guy she had rejected over and over again as Ladybug. Her long-time partner was the same guy she couldn’t talk to without stammering.

“Milady?” Adrien said softly. “Are you okay?” He knelt down next to her and put his hand on her shoulder.

Marinette turned her face toward him. Adrien was surprised to find tears in her eyes.

“Oh,” he said softly. “Oh, Marinette. I’m sorry.” He put his arms around her and hugged her.

“No!” she exclaimed. “It’s not your fault. It’s mine. I am so sorry, Adrien. So sorry!” She buried her face in his chest and heaved with sobs.

They sat there together for a few minutes while Marinette released her emotions. Adrien held her and stroked her hair while he waited for her to be ready.

“Adrien,” she finally said, “do you remember when Chat Noir set up that candlelit roof for Ladybug?”

“Of course,” he said. He had waited for her to show up and she never did. Now he understood why. Marinette was out with their friends that night.

Marinette said, “And do you remember when Ladybug told you that she loved someone else?”

“How could I forget?” Adrien said sucking in his breath. He could remember that conversation and the heartache it caused like it was yesterday.

“Well,” Marinette said shakily, “you…” She let out her breath hard. “Adrien, you are the other boy.”

Adrien felt his breath get knocked out of him. Was she actually saying what he thought she was saying?

“Marinette,” he said, “am I hearing right? You, Ladybug, are in love with me? Adrien?”

“That’s right, Kitty,” she said, trying to control her tears. “I rejected Chat Noir because I love Adrien Agreste. And now I find out that they’re one and the same. It’s a lot to process.”

Adrien felt like his heart would explode. Ladybug loved him! All those years, all those patrols, all those missions, all those conversations, all those rejections…and Ladybug loved him as Adrien! He had a crush on Ladybug ever since they met. And the whole time she loved Adrien. And now maybe she could learn to love Chat Noir, too.

“Oh, Marinette,” Adrien sighed happily. “I am so glad that you are Ladybug. I can’t even tell you. Over the last year, I’ve tried to give Ladybug her space even though I still loved her. And in the meantime, I’ve been falling more and more for Marinette. So, finding out that you are both the same person, it’s really amazing! I love you, Marinette, and I love you as Ladybug.”

“And I,” Marinette hesitated, “I…I love…I love you, Adrien. I only refused to love Chat Noir because I was already in love with you as Adrien.”

“You are amazing, Marinette,” Adrien said, “You were so faithful to your love for me even when I had no idea. That is really incredible.”

“But it made it harder for you,” Marinette said sadly. “When I look back on the last three years, it makes me really sad to think about all the time we missed being together because we didn’t know who each other was.”

“Together?” Adrien asked. “You want to be…together?”

“Well,” Marinette started slowly, feeling flustered, “I mean…we already are…in a way…as Ladybug and Chat Noir. I mean…we’ve been partners a long time and…I love you and you love me…and…do you…do you want to be together?”

“More than anything,” Adrien said softly. “This night has been a dream come true.”

[dballzposting]

Context & Summary for Old Dballz Ocs (I Feel Like Rambling ...)

sept 2021 when I was speed running my first dbz viewing i purchased Dragon Ball Fusions for thr 3DS. I didnt know ANYTHING about ANY TH ING but i KNEW that Goten & Trunks were funny as hell and that they fused so they must be on the game .

On the character creation I threw some elements together until it felt right, I created a power-type Saiyan with golden-pearl skin and fire-kissed hair in the style of Yanucha's long beautiful locks ... with friendly red eyes becasue he was cool AF. I named him Adonis, and I spent my playthrough battling with the fact that male characters could not wear most female outfits, and I put him in the sluttiest / most fashionable fits I could (Nail's shirtless fluffy neck wrap and Gine's skirt).

His own personality came to be, and if he were real I would HATE HIM becasue I cannot STAND catty gemini bitches. But that's why I respect him. Becasue he is viscous and does not need my love. In the gameplay hes obviously a kind-hearted hero but he does that while also being a viscous catty Saiyan bitch. Hes kind in a Saiyan way. He dejects himself from Saiyan culture and aligns himself with Earth, and by Saiyan standards he is a soft little kitty cat, but by Earth standards he is a cutthroat little sphinx. I wanted Shin to fall in love with him it felt like it made a lot of sense narratively ... Shin was so insulted and mesmerized by the Saiyans' power when he learned of it, so it makes beautiful disgusting sense that this proper little gentlemen would fall in sick love with this wild and true "little red Corvette" Saiyan ....... They actually have a lot of cartoonish but intense pink-glittery romance.

Anyway I decided his Saiyan name was TYPHA, which is lifted directly from the scientific name for cattails. Cant remeber if it's all cattails or one specific species. You can eat them when they're little sprouts so they are a vegetable and it counts. And I chose Cattail obviously becasue Adonis is a slutty little catboy!

He was a real one with a steel-hard heart of gold. Gold-toned stainless steel I suppose. Spat on as if valueless but a piece that will stay with you for a long time. He existed in his own culture as a trailblazer TBH and he was okay with that. It's who he was. He didnt need your opinions....

I always said that he would get fake tits but IDK how he could becasue he has no body fat and his muscles are so lean so?? Where would they put the boobs ....

You cant ask him what his pronouns are becasue he doesnt think that that's his motherfucking problem. A lot of people think that thats a kind and appropriate question, but to him you're just proving right off the bat that you have NO backbone. It's not his motherfuciing problem what words YOU use to address him. That's YOUR words, your right, not his. If you're too lily-livered to PICK what language YOU want to use, then you should keep his name out of your goddamn mouth.

To reiterate and clarify, he is a power-type Saiyan. On that game there are three types: power, speed, and ummm I think it was called Technique (that last one is for people who use their noggins). Adonis was a team leader, the tactician; but hes not technique-class, he's power. On that game, a power-class Saiayn is a TANK becasue that combo gives you the lowest speed and highest attack. So he was my team leader, but he would always go last, and he would just finish it. On the outside he is small, and playful, and goofy, and by Saiyan standards an intellectual - but what makes him a SAIYAN WARRIOR is the way that his core is steel-hard conviction. He knows who he is. He never vacillates or falters. Hes a fruity little thing but he commands an army ... he rejects his Saiyan name becasue he wants to write himself.

ANYWAY. I had more ideas for Saiyan ocs so after Adonis/Typha came Bulrush. Bulrush is just another name for cattails. (I had another name that I never used which was Perslane, which is as I recall a salad-type green, but it has "purr" in its name so I thought that it would fit with the cattails. I almsot made Bulrush a twin sister named Perslane to use up the ideas / color coding that I didnt get to use, but she never stuck.)

Bulrush is Adonis's huge cousin. Size-wise, she is to him as Nappa was to Vegeta. Adonis was already red and I wanted her to be red too but TBH I think that she settled into a dark blue ... IT DOESNT MATTER colors dont matter on dragon ball.

On that 3DS game there is a lot of timeline tomfoolery so I didnt stress too much about the details. I said that she used to be a member of the Freeza Force, and then later I decided that actually she was an ex-member of the GINYU force. (Freeza allowed that becasue the Ginyus begged .. they were like "can we keep her?"). She wasnt even as strong as then-Vegeta, but they kept her around for her Great Ape ability, her wild sense of humour, and her minor IT training which was unusual for a Saiyan. (When Captain Ginyu was on his period he liked to watch cat videos on the SpaceTube, and when it wasnt working Bulrush was always there to punch the computer just right to make it start working again.)

They kicked her out becasue she started to fail the poses. And becasue she is just kind of difficult to work with. Shes cripplingly insecure deep inside so when she starts to feel like shes failing or being rejected, she escalates the conflict just so she can leave and justify the whole complication. So that ended.

Through some sort of time hooblah (timelines crossing like on the game, accidental cyrogenetic freezing, I DOMT CARE) she makes her way to Earth seeking out her lone remaining blood relative.

And she hates his candy ass. She poses as really threatening and malicious. When I finally watched the Raditz episodes I was appalled at how i had accidentally made a character exactly like him, looks and behavior and all. So yeah.

But Bulrush doesnt actually give a shit about most things. She adapts roles but she'll drop them if they stop paying out. At first she seemed a real threat to Adonis, and he was genuinely upset or scared, but through his pure heart and the power of teamwork he became somebody who could prove her wrong (and make her proud). And then she just sort of drifted to Capsuoe Corp becqsue where else would she go. She wanted to lounge in the sun and be close to the prince. And the technological environment nurtured her minor interest in computers, it's not a big part of her personality and actions at all but it's a part of her nonetheless.

Though with all the Saiyans dead and the Freeza Forces long since dismantled (so she thinks), she holds no loyalty to Vegeta's royal status. She prefers it to anything else, but with no one forcing her to bow, she is quick to be defiant and just eject herself from a community. In theory a lone wolf.

She wants to swing with Vegeta and Bulma but they obviously dont have her in that way. Bulma likes gal pal time and is very easy to flatter so she lets Bulrush hang. But Vegeta cannot stand this vulgar woman who is loyal to no inner values. To him, she is as bad as they come.

She plays it chill and keeps trying to hit on him and it never works. Over time she gets more desperate and eventually she just functionally has a huge crush on him that is forever unrequited. On some level she does this to herself. She is used to the pain, and has never been good at accepting genuine connection anyway.

She masterfully dissembles when Goten and Trunks show her their strength so they think that she must be really cool. But she's shitting herself over the fusion thing. The SSJ3 thing . She was completely cold before but after unlocking that Fear For Her Life, she starts insisting that they call her "Auntie Bulrush" and she poses as a supporting figure because she doesnt want them to kill her.

Anyway: over time she becomes just completely and perfectly loyal to her cousin. She only ever called him "Typha" which he took as an affront, but eventually it comes to mean less "I refuse to accept your new name and true self" and more "I am your kin I have known you the longest I am your deepest friend i know you like no other. I am the only one who can call you this." Though to be honest she just calls him "Cousin" more often than not. She's always like "Cousin...let's go bowling."

There was this bit I had where he goes in for boob surgery and when he wakes up Bulrush is all bandaged up too and he's like "...what happened to you?" and she says heartfeltly "Where do you think the tits came from cousin?"

She loves him and is loyal to him but it's also kind of in a way that reflects her buried insecurity. She'll be player two, she'll even be player three, she'll play the backseat, she'll be just one of thousands in his army. She doesn't ask to be anything special to him, she just wants to help his cause in any way. She hardcore respects his iron core and the way that he has bit back at her over the years, and that's cool, but it's also speaking to a familiar pattern of rejection to her. TBH. But IDK. She's ride or die.

IDK. Becasue if they were real they would also just pretty much just be like Spongebob and Patrick. BFFs who get up to goofy shit. Typha is just like yassified Spongebob. Spongebob if he were a baddie. Bulrush is just like Patrick Star fr. Dumb and hung.

OK well if you know these guys, Bulrush is a lot like these guys: Captain K'nuckles, Captain Linebeck, Grunkle Stan, and TBH Raditz.

I stopped talking about these guys because I realized just how many characters were in dragon ball, I really ddint need to invent any. EXAMPLE Vegeta Tit Tuesday did what Adonis did but better and more meaningful.

I Stoppe Drawing Them becasue I was getting pissed off. Firsdt of all I was still learning and relearning quirks about the dragon ball artstyle, what was a constraint and what was not. Srcond Of All thr only thing I cared about was warm skin, red accouterments, and hips/tits from hell. I wanted to draw characters who fucked hard and died pretty. My sense of beauty, fashion, and juicy life-force was at this point finding no expression in my actual day-to-day so I needed a lot from music and art. And so Typha was pretty much all that. So I didnt know what to do with Bulrush . It pissed me off so much to draw them next to each other, becasue I didnt know how to make thei skin different colors, but i wanted them to look visually distinct. I experiemted with making Bukrush a colder or darker color but it never vibed. And I got so pissed off about their outfits becasue I'm one of those people who cares a lot about colors . And I cannot help it, I NEED characters to have their own designated color(s). And i wanted red. Even the gloss and fruit of fuschia. But by personalty Typha got no pinker than red, and I can respect that. But Buklrush wasnt pink either. She was red and navy blue. WHY ? I kept trying to move away from that but I coudnt find anything else that felt like her. Maybe purple would work ??? Maybe I could figure it out nowadays. But I wanted only red but i coudlnt have them both be red because i was pissed off when they were and also when they werne't. Navby blue was/is Vegeta to me so I didnt know how to feel about that, since I was intending to draw her standing next to Vegeta too.

I mean i can respect her being both red and navy blue. It's an ODD color combo but nowadays I can accept it just fine. It's eccentric and a blessing. I just didnt want to accept it then becasue i was struggling with making directed choices VS sussing out the natural vibe.

Also Typha wore skirts and I wanted her to too but she always vibed better in just short pants instead . But I've spent two years bringing fashion into my life so im much more cool with letting things be becasue i get my kicks elsehwere so i dont need to try to have it all at once here. It feels better to just let it be <3 She Can Wear The Raditz Underweear there was never anything being lost in that

The thing is COLOR DOSE NOT MATTER ON DRAGON BALL AT AL !!!!! FIRST OF ALL it's a black and white manga., SECOND OF ALL, NO One Cares. Even in the colored animation they dont care at all. They proved that when in DBS they changed Trunks's SIGNIFICANT, UNIQUE, NOTEWORTHY, RECOGNIZABLE lavender hair to ..... Fcuking Blue .

So . Yeah .

This is just a me problem .

The coolest thing about Bulrush was the inspired idea I had to make her eyes Grey. I had never had a characterwith grey eyes before, and I never saw it, so it struck me as really great.

Though i Wonder if i had just subconsiously gotten it from Mr Satn's DBS design .

This pisses me off greatly becasue her eye shape was also like his, becasue I was basing her eyes off of later-Z Yamucha (with what little I knew .. that was all I had.) . And that shape IS the shape of Mr Satans eyes .

I'm just pissed off about that becasue in theory I could bring back Bulrush to pair her with Mr Satan becasue I think that he needs to get Las Vegas marreid to a rough and wild woman . But if they have the same eys that pisses me off . I WANT VISUAL DISTINCION ...

Though honestly I would never draw Mr Satan with grey eyes. His eyes are an intense blue in DBZ, But I would proibbaly color them the same intriguing periwinkle that Videl's eyes are in DBZ (not the bright sky blue that they are in DBS). Becasue I think it's cool when parent and child have the same colors . Becasue colors matter to me . But canon colors also matter to me. And it pisses me off how pink and pale Videl is when her father is very much not. It's cool to think about genetics and anime genetics and to justify that well, he could be mixed race and just by chance passed on his palest alleles. But it still pisses me off becasue it puts me into a position . Either I could color her darker and have the benefit of mollifying both my intellectual nettles and my "I want characters to stand out more from each other color-wise" nettle, but grapple with outright denying canon and having to choose whether to keep her skin cold or make it warmer like her father, OOOORRRR i could just LEAVE IT and DEAL WITH ITand ssssSUCK it UP becasue HWTA DO I KNOW !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I really really like her hair and all of its styles. I really like drawing her hair texture, both when its shown to be straight smooth and when it's drawn more spiky. BUT IT PISSES ME OFF THAT HER DAD IS ROCKING AN AFRO AND SHE HAS NOT EVEN A WAVE TO HER HAIR ????! COME ON .... No amount of anime whimsy can make me feel okay with all of this .... At the end of the day I DO REALLY WANT Shit To Make Sense.

Anyway. So Bulrush pisses me off becasue her colors piss me off and it pisses me off to draw her standing next to any other fucking character. But I think it'd be great for Mr Satan to have someone like that in his life. IDK.

IM PISSED !!!! I started this post this morning and all day I'vr been thinking about how fucked up i am over Buklush';s colors .If i really drew her then people would be like "why does she have Mr Satn's eyes? Is she his wife or are they related?" IDK SHE JUST LOOKS GOOD THIS WAY !!!!! FUCK !!!!

But it ok.

DID ANYPONY ACTAULLY READ THIS ??? I'm trying to proofread it and it's hard . Sludgey AF

Here are OLD pictures of Typha and Bulrush that you've probbaly already seen before BUT THEY ARE ALL I HAVE ON THIS COMPUTER And Ever

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Heyo! How about a prompt from the sexual tensions list for Fenders or whoever you'd like? [ UNBUTTON ] : due to heat or stress or other reasons, sender unbuttons the top of their shirt to reveal their neckline.

Here’s some Fenders from the modern!Thedas roommates AU (a prequel to this fill) for @dadrunkwriting !

It was an unmitigated disaster.

Fenris called management when the kitchen sink backed up that morning. He watched the murky water swirl around in the deep stainless steel basin, scraps of potato and carrot peels lazily floating about like boats on a summer lake. As the automated message cheerfully informed him to “please hold” for the third time in ten minutes, Fenris’ gaze wandered over towards Anders.

Anders stood in the middle of the kitchen. He wore turquoise running shorts, slippers shaped like nugs, and a pale pink short-sleeve collared shirt covered in smiling, dancing cats. His hair was tugged back into a stubby tail, tendrils of dark blond hair slipping loose to curl at the nape of his neck. As the dirty water in the sink slowly rose, Anders would methodically dip a large bowl into the mess and deposit the dirty water into a giant plastic bucket.

“Please hold!” the automated voice exclaimed joyously before it cut back to a soundtrack that a charitable person might call smooth jazz. Fenris watched as Anders unbuttoned one button of his shirt, then another and another until it hung open on his skinny frame. Fenris’ mouth went dry. Anders wrinkled his nose dipped the bowl back into the water. A tendril of hair curled along the back of his neck, long and elegant like a swan.

Fenris wanted to bite that neck.

“Please hold! -dooo woooo do da wah wooo-“

Anders bent down, grasped the paint bucket handle, and rose up in a fluid (ha) motion. He shuffled past Fenris on his trip towards the bathroom, and Fenris couldn’t help but wonder when Anders got those shorts. Anders hated running. But they were… nice shorts. Made his long legs somehow longer, as if fabric held that power.

Might be nice to feel those long legs wrapped around his waist again. He was always more of a hands on type of man.

“I’d say we should call in Hawke, but she might tear out the wall to find the damned clog,” Anders called out from the bathroom, and in that moment Fenris wanted to hang up, call Hawke, and get this whole plumbing problem sorted so he could drag Anders into bed and fuck him until the man lost all control of his tongue.

“Please hold! -doo daaah wah waaaah-“

“Hawke,” Fenris croaked, coughed, began again. “Hawke will bring the apartment down around our ears. I want my security deposit back.”

“Cheapskate,” Anders retorted as he emerged from the bathroom. A bead of sweat rolled down his forehead and the curve of his cheek into his stubble.

“You’d do the same,” Fenris replied, and he obligingly stepped back as Anders passed by him to return to bailing out the flooding sink. Anders only snorted and returned to his work, lean muscles rippling as he moved. Fenris bit his lower lip until it hurt. This shouldn’t be erotic. They were exhausted, sweaty and miserable as they switched off between calling their apartment’s management and bailing their kitchen sink, but Fenris’ eyes remained glued to Anders.

Anders couldn’t be more seductive if he tried, and there lay the great irony: Anders wasn’t even trying to appeal to him. He was trying to fix their sink! But Fenris’ libido had other ideas, as usual, and Anders in his “laundry day” worst was now the peak of eroticism.

“We’re ordering out tonight,” Anders declared with a huff. “I refuse to cook.”

“You rarely cook,” Fenris pointed out.

“I refuse to make you cook after this,” Anders amended. “This is- Maker’s Balls! I’m texting Hawke. Just to see who answers the call first.” Anders grabbed his phone from the counter and texted furiously, his expression pinched with annoyance.

“… might as well,” Fenris agreed, because the sooner this disaster was solved the sooner he might manage to shuck Anders out of his clothes.