#the silly little meow meow who would do anything for family...

[sunny-bunnys-blog]

Spot the difference (impossible)

[lavenderpanic]

I love thinking about Bucky and Steve volunteering post-Endgame so here is where I think they would volunteer.

My headcanon for Bucky is an animal shelter. He sees one of those sappy ASPCA commercials and it upsets him so badly that he decides he needs to start volunteering. At first, he mostly like feeds and cleans little kitties and puppies, which he loves. He loves how even the teeny little kittens don't see him as a threat. They meow and lick at his fingers and it just makes him feel so warm and fuzzy inside because everybody else in the world sees him as a murderer but they just see him as the nice guy who brings them food and gives them belly scratches. But after a while, Bucky finds himself drawn to the "aggressive dogs." The ones that the shelter says are pretty much doomed to die there. The ones who were thrown into dogfighting when they were just puppies, the ones who never knew kindness. The pitties with big, sad eyes who bark at anyone who tries to touch them. He offers to help with them one day, because he's strong enough that he doesn't have to worry about being bitten or anything. They don't bite at Bucky, though. He knows how to move, how to reach for them, how to show them that they won't be met with violence. They don't understand what Bucky went through, but they seem to trust him in a unique way.

My headcanon for Steve is a children's hospital. Everyone kinda figures he's doing the whole "superhero who visits sick kids" thing, mostly for publicity, but he starts going back often and forming friendships with these kids and their families, and soon enough he's practically an uncle to most of the kids there. He knows the strength they have, just to stay alive, he remembers it all too well. They all marvel at his muscles and his shield, but he knows he was stronger pre-serum than he ever was after. They see themselves in him, they tell him they're getting medicine that's going to make them better "just like him" and they ask him if getting the serum was scary during their infusions. He shares Sarah Rogers' wisdom with their parents. He makes silly sketches of whatever the kids request, and they always giggle at his old-fashioned jokes and his inability to grasp modern slang. They ask him if he knew Abraham Lincoln or Cleopatra and he makes up elaborate stories to keep them entertained.

[thedisablednaturalist]

Only a few hours ago I had to put my cat Clover to sleep. I took her into the vet after she wasn't able to stand thinking it was just her hyperthyroidism and she would be back to normal after some meds. Turns out her organs were failing. She was ready to go, fiesty even in her last moments. She was 16 years old so I thought I still had some time left since most cats I've known lived to 19

Clover has been with me over half my life. She was such a special cat, more than just a pet to me. When I was little I was terrified of the dark and would stay up all night reading with the lights on. I would then sleep during the day or whenever I ended up passing out. I struggled a lot with mental illness even as a kid. But then Clover came. I could finally sleep with the light off, knowing she was standing guard against anything that might want to hurt me. Yea she was a 1 lb kitten, but my dad told me that cats keep bad spirits away and her being there was enough for me. I guess it was also calming because if she was calm, that meant that there wasn't actually any danger.

In highschool, after I self harmed, she would sit by me as I cried and lick my scars. She kept me from killing myself. She was my whole world, everyone who knows me knows how obsessed I was with her (and her new brother Boo). Whenever I was away from her I was missing her and the first thing I did when getting home was look for her.

She had so much personality, of course since she was a tabby. She would act all aloof around other people but once we were alone in my room she would start loudly purring and licking my face. She would bat at my pencils while I did homework and always scrunched up her nose while she played. When we first introduced her to the family dogs they all lined up one by one to sniff her and when one would come up she would bop them on the nose, one after another. Just imagine this tiny tabby kitten bopping dogs 20x her size on the nose. She was the queen the moment she arrived.

We grew apart when I went to college since I wasn't home as much, and it's something I still feel guilty about. Ive since graduated and worked super hard to get my first apartment that allows pets. For the past few months shes been staying with me, my boyfriend, and her brother. She had been getting super stressed at home since the current dogs kept chasing her. At our apartment she was relaxed and strongly bonded with my boyfriend (I think she liked him more than me). These past few months have been amazing, her coat got softer and she was more energetic. She was so affectionate and spent her days watching us from her cat tree, looking out the window at the people walking by, sleeping on my recliner, and taking her job as bathroom supervisor very seriously.

I thought we would've had more time, at least a year. But this past week she started yowling and then rapidly declined until she could no longer stand. I keep kicking myself for not taking her in sooner, but we had already been under financial strain from taking her brother in for his own medical issues. She had hyperthyroidism and I was told the yowling was normal, and she stopped meowing so I thought that meant she was feeling better. But after visiting my parents we came home to her unable to even lift her head. I guess I was still in denial until the vet mentioned euthanasia, and after she started getting agitated and breathing hard we made the decision. I've never been there when a pet was put down before. I've seen dead animals of course, but never...the process. She was such a little fighter, she was telling us it was her time. She made the decision for me.

I can't sleep, I miss her so much. I keep looking at photos and wanting to be in them with her. I don't know what Im going to do. She was my everything. I wish I could've gone with her. But I have people who need me here. I hope she isn't scared or alone, wherever she is. It was all so sudden. Last week she was still her silly self. I keep thinking about all the things she won't be there for. I look at the cat tree and expect her to be there, watching me, but she's not. I don't want to go through the rest of my journey without her.

I might turn @booclover into a memorial page for her, keep her memory alive. I also want to get a tattoo of a four leaf clover on my shoulder, since she loved sitting on it (or being slung over it when she got bigger)

Ill never forget you, thank you for sharing your life with me

RIP Clover 2007-2024

[stormyoceans]

Sleepover ask -

PuenTalay headcanon, at Properly Old. Not forties, not fifties. But like... 70+.

😘 go!

DIDN'T EXACTLY PLAN TO CRY MY HEART OUT ON THIS FINE FRIDAY NIGHT BUT NO YEAH I CAN DO THAT SURE WHY NOT IT'S GOOD IT'S FINE IM FINE IM DEFINITELY NOT ALREADY TEARING UP OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT

basically this is the thing im sensitive about. so i took some of the headcanons i already had about this and tried to write them a little bit better, but i feel like they might be..both too specific and yet not specific enough at the same time ;;;;;;; still, i hope they can be at least an interesting read!!!!

SO HERE GOES NOTHING

it feels kinda silly to start with this but. they have matching pill organizers: blue for talay, pink for puen;

talay has diabetes and high blood pressure (too many sweets), puen has arthritis;

talay also has to go back wearing glasses because of presbyopia, while puen somehow still manages to have better eyesight than him;

don't ask me why, but i always loved the idea of puen eventually starting a garden in their yard (i blame the pink trumpet tree and the lotuses) and now not even his aching bones can keep him away from his veggies and his flowers;

when they were younger, puen was always the one getting up late and trying to keep talay in bed, but as they grew older their habits somehow switched: puen would usually wake up at dawn, and after staring at talay snugged closely against him and marveling at how their bodies still fit together perfectly after all those years (soft paunches and weary muscles and fine bones and all), he would throw on a dressing gown and slip into a pair of rubber boots to go putter around the garden;

talay would wake up some time later and slowly make breakfast before calling puen back inside to eat together;

when puen's arthritis gets bad, talay gently holds puen's hands in his own and rubs the thin, speckled, slightly gnarled skin with ointment, before pressing a kiss on top of them;

puen still loves to take baths, loves to sink in the hot water with all his creaking joints and let himself relax for a while. talay can't join him in the tub anymore, which is a pity, but he's always there to help puen out, to wrap a towel around him and pat him dry;

despite his worries, puen still has a full head of hair, but it's all gray now. talay has less gray hair but more lines on his face, especially around the eyes (puen loves them);

technically they're both retired, but puen still writes from time to time, especially children's books, and talay has learned he actually enjoys painting quite a lot (and even sold a couple of his works);

im fully convinced they would adopt a kid some time after the our skyy's events, but by now the kid would have grown up and started their own family, and while of course they're very close and puentalay are wonderful grandparents (or even great grandparents!!!!!!), not long after their kid went to college, puen started to brought in stray cats and never really stopped after that (talay did try to stop it the very first time, but it's hard to say no to puen, especially when he's holding a tiny kitten he just saved from the streets) [also no matter how many cats they had throughout the years, they all somehow fell in love with talay. talay always jokes that it's because puen is a cat himself];

one morning, talay gets out on the porch to call puen for breakfast and suddenly he can't speak. there’s a painful buzzing in his head and a strange sagging feeling on his face, and when he tries to call puen's name his mouth doesn't cooperate. somewhere in the distance, their new stray, a tabby who loves to follow puen around in the garden, is meowing almost desperately. the last thing talay remembers is puen's pale face and puen's arms wrapped around him;

talay's had a very mild stroke, but thankfully there was no damage. with some rehabilitation and some adjustments of his meds, he is back walking and talking and cooking and painting like before. puen gets stricter with their diet tho, and he insists they go for a walk every day. in the past, he had sometimes joked around pretending to feel sick or to forget about stuff just to tease talay. now, he doesn't find it funny anymore. they aren't able to talk about their fears, but they don't need to speak out loud to understand each other. some nights they just spend hours kissing, slow and purposeful and certain, focusing on what makes them alive: the cadence of their breaths, the tremble of their bellies, the clutch of their fingers;

they don't really talk much about the alternate universe anymore, not because they don't remember it or no longer think about the people they met there, but because they've built a life and a family in their own, and they like to believe that so did everyone on the other side too. sometimes tho, when it's late and they're lying in bed together, fingers entwined and foreheads touching, talay would asks "in our next life, do you think we’ll find each other again?”, and every single time puen would whisper fiercely, holding talay so tightly it almost hurt, "i found you across universes, i'll find you across lives too";

there was a time when they both thought they would spend the rest of their lives alone. then, they found each others

[noctuababy]

sweet & silly

🌷 a kaeluc threadfic written for the "Kaeluckae Gotcha for Gaza"

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“Diluc… I think I might die if I don’t kiss her right now.”

Diluc sighed upon hearing those words. 

The ‘her’ in question: a kitten freshly rescued from the back alleys of Angel’s Share. 

It wasn’t so much that he didn’t share Kaeya’s sentiment, but it was the third cat Barbatos dropped on their lap, so he was a little… taken aback.

Damn you Venti.

The kitten had been meowing for help, alone and shivering, before they noticed her while closing the tavern – Diluc was doing the closing; Kaeya was too busy whining about wanting kisses to be helpful. 

She was small, probably weaned too early – though not by that much, since she was still agile enough to climb Diluc’s pants in search of warmth. His body tended to run hot, something that made him a choice place of rest for cats, puppies, and the Knights of Favonius’ Cavalry Captain. 

Seeing as the lost baby was adamant on staying with them, Diluc had assumed she needed shelter, but before taking her, they’d still combed the city to look for her mother or a litter she could belong to. The safest place a kitten could be was with their mother, after all.

The search being unsuccessful, they had taken her to Barbara to make sure she wasn’t hurt – and get rid of fleas and other pests if need be. They already had two cats – one being another rescued stray, and the other a kitten from the litter that had convinced Jean to neuter her cat – and he didn’t want them to get sick. 

And so, here was their new recruit: a grey cat with one blue eye, and one gold. 

“Well, go right ahead,” Diluc said, handing the kitten to Kaeya. “She seems to enjoy physical contact.”

Kaeya did not need to be told twice. He covered the kitten with kisses on her little head, which she answered with pleased meows and purrs. Luna and Nilah, their two other cats, were not as affectionate as this little one – unless they were using Diluc as a substitute bed – so it had to be a nice change of pace for Kaeya. 

A smile brushed Diluc’s lips. Though a new cat meant more to worry about – acclimation with her new environment, the reactions of their other cats, more training for his falcon so she didn’t confuse her for food, medical procedures, yet another gremlin who would either try to eat his vision or sleep on it – it was always a joyful moment to welcome a pet. He’d always loved animals, after all. And if the way she requested his arms was anything to go by, animals loved him too.

Kaeya feigned to be miffed, but he still gave her to Diluc. “Treacherous baby,” he commented with a grin as she nuzzled against Diluc’s neck. “Not that I blame her. It is quite a dreamy place to be.”

“Shush. You’re embarrassing me.”

With a chuckle, Kaeya kissed his cheek – lingering just enough to leave another, then another, before he let go. His scent – snowflowers and green tea – was so soothing, Diluc couldn’t help but lean into him, searching for the comfort of his embrace. The night had been long between impatient patrons, spilled drinks, and shouts that fused at the lamest recycled jokes. Charles’ wife had just given birth so Diluc had given him two months off, but it did mean he’d had to fill in more often – the new hire was still learning the ropes, and he didn’t like leaving her alone late at night either way.

Needless to say, he was exhausted. If the new addition to their family kept purring against him like that, he might fall asleep on the spot. Kaeya’s caresses on his back weren’t helping either.

“Hmm, she clearly loves you,” Kaeya mused. “I can relate.”

“You’re in a romantic mood.”

“I’m always romantic, unlike a certain someone. You just never catch on.”

“Should I remind you that I’m the one who proposed?”

Kaeya hummed, extending his arm to stare at his ring. “Do remind me. For example, by proposing again.”

Diluc gave him a long look. “Why don’t you get to work instead, for once?”

“Says the pillow princess.”

He gasped in outrage. “I’m not… Alright, fine, I am. But it doesn’t prove anything.”

Without further argument, Kaeya bit Diluc’s cheek, laughing like the rascal he was. While he did so, the cat pawed at his jaw, squeaking on and on. “Aww, you want hugs?” he asked in a baby voice, delicately prying her from Diluc’s arms. “There you go. Ugh, I want to eat her whole.”

In response, she rubbed her face against his chest, kneading it – and he winced as her little claws pricked his skin. “The things you do for love,” Diluc teased, because of course Kaeya wasn’t stopping her. “She might be hungry. Barbara gave us kitten formula, hold on.”

While Diluc prepared the milk, Kaeya kept the kitten busy by talking to her and agitating the ribbon of his shirt to amuse her. He told her everything she should know about Dawn Winery and the staff, about Mondstadt, about their friends. Mostly, he rambled about Diluc – who pretended he didn’t hear the obscenely sweet things Kaeya said behind his back. Something about how he was such a warm person to be around, brimming with light and kindness and whatnot. 

Diluc would be lying if he said he hated it. 

He returned a little while later with the milk and a wet towel to clean her up. To facilitate the feeding, Kaeya swaddled her in his arm, on her stomach, and held her head to keep her stable. She moved her paws as if wanting to knead something, but before she could grow frustrated, Diluc slid the bottle teat in her mouth, inverting the container so the milk could flow down. 

She gobbled it up. Eyes closed, paws still searching to latch onto something, she emptied the bottle so fast they had to pause midway to make sure she wouldn’t throw up. 

Once she was done, Diluc placed her against his shoulder, gently rubbing her back until she burped. “There, you can take her back. We should name her, since it’s unlikely we’ll find her mother.” Inwardly, he hoped she was safe, wherever she was. “I’ll look again tomorrow – and if we find her… Well, what’s one more cat after all that anyway? Or three.”

Kaeya chortled. “You’d be willing to adopt the litter and their mom just to keep this one? Must be love at first meow.”

Diluc gently stroked the kitten’s head, a smile tugging at his lips as she squeaked. He was about to melt. “Might as well be.” He nodded at her. “So, do you have any suggestions for a name?” Immediately, Kaeya beamed at him. “Not Nyaluc.”

At that, he deflated. “Just say you hate me.”

Diluc rolled his eyes. “Please, you’d be cursing her if you named her after me.”

“Cursing her with what? Unbridled strength? Beauty?” As Diluc blushed, he continued: “The inability to stay in the sun without burning?”

“Shut up.”

“Oh, so a lack of sense of humor it is.”

“Will you quit being childish and give her a proper name?” Diluc chastised. “Also, my sense of humor is just fine.”

Kaeya made a face that said otherwise, but he didn’t insist – surely sensing that he had won anyway. Then, his lips curled the way they did when he was about to tease Diluc. “How about Lucy, then? It’s neither of those. Fits all your criteria, doesn’t it?”

“A name that is totally not similar to mine.”

“It’s that or Nyaluc.”

“When did these become our only two options?” 

“Do you have a better suggestion?” Kaeya challenged.

Curling up into the couch, Diluc glanced at the little bundle of energy playing in Kaeya’s arms. She seemed keen on exploring – tried to climb his arms and shoulders while Kaeya’s hands followed her movements, always ready to catch her if she fell. 

Then, Diluc opened his mouth.

“Not Elysium,” Kaeya interjected. “Not Umbrae. And definitely not Echo.”

“What? How did you–”

“You tried to name our last two cats Elysium. I already said no back then.”

“But why!” Diluc whined, and he didn’t realize he was pouting until Kaeya leaned in to kiss his puckered lips. He tasted sweet. He always did. “Those are perfectly respectable names.”

“That’s exactly the issue,” Kaeya returned, shaking his head. “Cats are supposed to be named silly things like Socks or Cupcake – something that makes people laugh but in an endearing way.”

Diluc scoffed. “You want her name to be a joke.”

“Not a joke – just something cute and funny, like your face right now.”

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

“It would if you opened your mind to my genius ideas.”

“Like naming our cat Nyaluc?”

“Exactly!”

“You’re messing with me.”

“I’m serious.”

“That’s exactly why you’re messing with me.”

Kaeya grinned. "Look," he beckoned, lifting the cat so her face lined up with his. "She has my eyes, so I get dibs on naming her."

“As long as you don’t name her Tax Evasion or whatever flavor of humor you’ve subscribed to this month,” he mumbled. “Please don’t tell me you’re considering it.”

Kaeya chortled. “I’m not! I’m deadset on Nyaluc or Lucy. Who names their princess Tax Evasion? Come on. Besides, you named the last two. Can’t I name this one after the person I love the most?”

As if in agreement, the kitten meowed, purring for all to hear while Kaeya scratched her back. 

Diluc couldn’t help a smile. “You love me too much.”

“You deserve it. I only wish I knew how to express it,” Kaeya replied. Then, he grinned. “Like, for example, by naming our cat Lucy.”

This time, Diluc laughed, his entire being alight with affection. 

He had to admit it wasn’t too bad to be loved this fervently.

“Alright. Lucy it is.”

[someone-you-do-not-know]

No, but Julien Sorel (Stendhal's The Red and the Black, 1830) is so babygirl. Poor little meow meow. Scrungly. Blorbo. All of those. He's such a Tumblr sexy man, and no one gets it, because no one is sitting down to read the 500+ pages of boring nothing plot and vapid, unlikeable characters.

I know this.

And yet, I must shout into the void. My man, my idiot boy, he thinks he's so special because he can recite the Bible in Latin. And oh, look, those from his village agrees, so the mayor lets him teach Latin to the kids, so he can save up money and go to seminary school to become a priest. Everyone loves him (except his family, they always mistreated him) – some love him a bit too much.

So what does he do? He starts a love affair with the mayor's wife. And it's such a silly one too, every touch, every look, everything you can imagine is just so sentimentally romantic. She is pure and good. He is very bad™ at flirting, playing mind games and following a bunch of rules of his own making, instead of being genuine. But another girlie is in love with Julien and tells the world of their village about their love affair, so Julien is sent to seminary.

Here, you'd think this fucking nerd could keep his nose down in his books, but no. He had to go and get involved with a Jansenist, who then leaves, leaving Julien exposed to anyone who disagrees with Jansenism (hint, that's most people in France of that time). However, before he leaves, he helps getting Julien set up as a private secretary.

Wouldn't you know it? The man Julien is secretary for is not only involved in a plot to reinstate the former royalty to power in France, and has a daughter. Is she beautiful? Julien doesn't think so, but she has charm.

So he fucks her in the carriage. Or does he? Would you believe him if he said so? What if the narrator is for once telling the truth, and nothing happened? Who knows? Point is, he and Mathilde start a very stormy courtship and love affair, and although Julien, the dumbass, loves her, he also still loves his milf. Two timing motherfucker. Can't commit for shit.

And I mean that. He can't commit. Not to one girl, not to a profession, not to anything. That's what the title is about too – the red is the military, the black is the priest robes. He started the latter, but actually ends up in the former, but we're not that far yet.

Then he participates in the plot, but see, Julien Sorel is a special kind of idiot, so despite how he wants to be on the inside of such a thing, he'd love to have all the secret info, he doesn't fucking realise what he's doing. He gives the last heir to the French throne a message that was so secret he had to recite it from memory, AND DOESN'T REALISE HE'S HELPING A LEGITIMIST PLOT. "Lol, I'm just helping my employer and feeling blue because my gf doesn't love me," licherally, how stupid are you, boy?!

Anyway, the whole secret legitimist plot fails (duh, France doesn't have a king today) and is written about in a way that you, just like Julien, don't really know what the fuck is happening, and it just seems like boring politics.

Now Julien, he's not disinterested in politics (he's just a foolish boy who doesn't grasp the intricacies even when they are slapping him in the face), but, see, he has the Marius Pontmercy complex. He's in a world after Napoleon, but wants to live during Napoleon. Many such cases. But Julien, he doesn't just wish he could've supported Napoleon, no. He views himself as the modern day Napoleon, yet with all his ambition, he never manages to do anything at all. Lots of good things are offered to him, true love, humble but good work, but no! He only wants glory. Yet, he never snatches it for himself.

His second conquest (third, really, but who's counting the girl he only seduced to get Mathilde? Not me) has many results. They almost get married. She is pregnant. He is knighted. Maybe not in this order.

Now, The Red and the Black doesn't have much that happens, so I haven't cared about spoiling, but the next part is actually a spoiler.

So, anyway, Julien dies, because he's too stubborn to live. Both women who loves him plead for him to live, but he chooses to die, because he can't see a place in society for him, a lowborn man with wit, but remember, he's also very stupid. He's the clever kind of stupid, and just like with the whole rest of his life, he is hypocritical and can't make up his mind on anything. He could have tried to live, just as he could have tried to commit to anything, but he never did. But no, instead, he wants to be a martyr.

At the very end, he realises his own laziness, his own tendency to copy paste from others, and his true, first love cements (this is after he has shot her and she survived). He sees himself as better, and in death, he is perhaps better. But he's also dead. Even his death is a copy, since he dies by guillotine, like so many others before him.

In the end, I do love him. he's a ridiculous, silly fella, his head has so much air in it that he could fly, and whether you read the ending as a condemnation of his inaction or as a diagnosis of French Restoration society's distaste for young men of the people, Julien Sorel compels me in a way like few other characters.

He's blorbo from my book.

[chillibeanos]

THE MISADVENTURES OF BEAN SPROUT

Episode N/A - Pilot

DISCLAIMER: All other content belongs to their rightful owners.

(This is also just a starter story, a little pilot if you will, to get familiar with the setting of Auburn and the universe Bean lives in.)

Just saying: There is more on the horizon!!!

It was another day within the beautiful suburbia of Auburn. It was just an average day like any other. Many people would just be going to the grocery store, taking care of their perfect family, going to their job in the city ... .but today we turn to a few new people around Front Street, people who…aren’t really “people” so to speak.

But…they are hybrid people.

We turn to a singular suburban home.

“...Bean, city hall is in flames and you aren’t going to do anything about it?” One butterfly hybrid spoke up. This sexy hotshot’s name was Monarch. Monarch Lovelace. He was constantly the center of attention anywhere and had looks beyond known comprehension.

“That’s not true. I’m planning on something.”

“You? Planning on something?” The marionette girl crossed her arms. She was Felicity. Insert a last name here since she doesn’t have one. She was the feisty and obtuse one of the group.

“May I remind you that even though you’re the mayor of this shit stain of a town, you have

done nothing to fix the issues present.”

A small and petite cupid raised her hand. “ Hey! Don’t be mean to them! It isn’t their fault that this town has a natural disaster every week. Still don’t know how that happens…” This was

Yami Malten. Very kind and sweet.

“I’m not playing your little games, kids.” Finally…this was Bean Sprout. The very silly, rambunctious and cat’s meow of the town. The mayor, the hotshot, the “blorbo” as people like to call them. They were a cartoon rabbit hybrid who has an infeasible attitude for violence and bloodshed…but they’re pretty silly and cute, so there’s that.

“Plus, there’s other people in charge that aren’t me you know. Like your sister.” They looked at Yami.

“Please don’t remind me. She’s awful.”

“How bad could she possibly be?”

“Terrible! She made me sleep in the yard last night!”

“...why-”

“She’s just like that! She’s a blonde bimbo! She definitely has terrible influences from our dad.”

Monarch smirked. “God?”

“No!!! That’s my supervisor at best.”

“Sorry, sorry. Dear. My fault…

Hey, do any of you like Pina Coladas?”

Bean smiled and got closer to him, gently caressing his wings, looking at him with half-lidded eyes….

“I never knew that you like Pina Coladas…”

He slowly scooted away.

“If this is what you’re implying, I don’t think we should do it while there’s two other people in the room…”

“What?? No! I genuinely didn’t know.”

“Oh! …Then I guess I do. Nectar just isn’t cutting it anymore.”

Monarch smiled a little before patting Bean’s head and giving a little peck on the cheek.

...Felicity groaned.

“Please don’t do this in front of me- You know I can’t feel emotions like love and all that.”

Bean separated from Monarch, sitting back in their spot on the couch.

‘Oh, sorry, ‘Licity. It just comes out when I’m with this pile of sweetness.” The butterfly smiled at that…

“What? Breeding hormones?”

“No!! What made you think that??”

“What? I’m just saying.”

“Well, I’m just gonna pretend you didn’t just say that.

Anyway, where are those Pinas, Mr Lovelace?”

[To be continued…]

[maythearo]

I'm back my queen 👑 How was your day? Are you feeling well?

Firstly, I loved all your HCs for the boys in Brazil! (And I really liked the Azul's one, my gatinho capitalista) and I don't know what else to say just *chef kiss* they are perfect.

I'm not here with Jamil News, but hey, my crush had wrote something romantic and don't want to show me (My expectations aren't high and I still cant take it out of my mind, but that's not the point here!). So I was thinking, what are your HCs for Jamil falling in love? Do you think he will hide it for as long as possible or, depending on the situation, say it naturally? And what about your OCs? How they are while falling in love? If you already receive this question or already have some post about it, sorry!

Beijos da Anita!

- The BR Jamil Simp Anon

It's always such a joy to have you here in my inbox anon AKSBSKDJSJ I'm doing great and currently covered in cat fur! Hope you are doing great too but without the car fur part! (I can't wear black clothes anymore)

And for real, your crush wrote you something?? That's so cute!!!!! I hope it's something lovely 🙏 your expectations may not be high but I'm crossing my fingers here!

Now that's a good question, if I have hcs of Jamil in love 🤔

Maybe he would have a hard time realizing he's in love, and even admitting to himself so. That guy is busy as busy can be, so I imagine finding a proper time to sit down and and think about feelings must be SO difficult to find. And in his mind, would it even be worth it? Or even necessary to delve into it? I mean, ignoring his own feelings is also an option. Not allowing such things to become another nuisance for him to bear... but yeah, we know it's not that simple is it

But he is not stupid, sooner or later he will admit it to himself. He needs time, maybe things might not happen right away, but they will sort out eventually. Honestly I get the feeling it's more of a challenge for Jamil himself to go through those first stages of acceptance than it would be to actually confess lollll

Kinda makes me sad he would probably have to think about work and all his duties before even dare to try to think of his love life. There's already so much responsibility on his back but come on, he deserves love! There shouldn't be any difficulties in trying to achieve it, it's his life after all!! AAHH!!!

Even after all of that, if he ever decides to confess his feelings for someone, I think he would be direct, straight to the point, now or never. And would not set his expectations too high since, 1. If it went wrong it would hurt less and 2. ""There are better people than him for his crush to have feelings for"". It's a possibility he internalized some of his struggles with never being allowed to shine brighter than, *AHEM* a certain someone, but dude they didn't even say anything yet, quit putting yourself in second place before even knowing the truth!! >>:(

But anyway, for him, patience is key. It would be wonderful for Jamil to have someone he can lower his guard around. Even have fun with. He deserves some rest, peace and quiet with someone he loves, and to feel loved more than anything! More lighthearted moments for this boy's life please

OH and for my OCs? Idk let's see..

For the little meow meow, who by the way, I'm pretty sure her name is going to be Lu/Luci, well I think she considers herself too young to think of such things, and that's fine! She's quite ambitious, and anything that doesn't contribute to her current plans she simply shoves them aside. Not forcefully though, she just can't bring herself to care enough.

Crushes are something that never crossed her mind. Those silly questionnaires about school crushes that everyone seems to enjoy teasing her about are always met with a short but effective reply. Something along the lines of "no, too busy trying to overthrow the government" and I think that's completely valid.

But we can totally talk about other forms of love. Like, love from family and friends is honestly all she needs in the present moment! For most of her life, Lu didn't exactly got much of other people's attention to listen to her feelings or problems, so now having a small group of people she can rely on is all that she needs, even if she doesn't realize it herself so

//

First of all help I need a name for that pink creature, second of all they act weird and awkward about love. They are weird. They are going to make this weird. It's tough.

They invented denial. It's incredible. It's very obvious for anyone to notice when they are in love, there is literally no point in trying to hide it idk why they even try.

Everything about the person they love is nearly perfect in their eyes, so much so, they won't even try to make a move! No, no, this person deserves someone better, just as amazing as he is, someone who can give him the world, everything he deserves and more... wait did I just say 'he'?.. Oh no I hope this isn't a give away to who this person could possibly be, let's all pretent to be shocked

But regardless, just watching from a distance or being there for this person is enough for this pink haired fool. No need to try anything else, no, why would they? Just the mere fact they met someone so special is fine. It stings a little but oh well! Love can be scary, but there's nothing better than running away from your fears, as they say. Wait, what do you mean that's not what they say?

Thank you for listening to my ted talk, and we will be closing off with an Anitta meme, visual representation of me to myself atm, cause I have once again rambled too much 🏃🏃

[fenrisisms]

I just saw that ask game now. Tumblr I'm beating u with my bare hands. Anyway I've got the inside scoop on alas for most of the prompts but I still need to know 💕, 👌 and 🍳 for my specialest guy <3 thank u <3 love u lots <3

OF COURSE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT AWAY MY DARLING MY ANGEL MY POOREST LITTLE MEOW MEOW <3333 ANYTHING FOR U. LOVE U LOTS TOO XOXO

💕 thoughts on parenting/being a parent?

he thinks out of everything he's ever done in his life being a parent is the hardest and most rewarding thing he's ever done. i think it brings him great joy to be able to nurture his children into adulthood and he just loooves being able to instill curiosity & passion in them. like don't get me wrong he's probably been accidentally set on fire enough times over the years to have been like hey why did i want this so badly again. and it's definitely something where he thinks you need to be prepared for children and if you are not prepared then you are doing that child a disservice but he loooves being a parent he loves his kids he loves teaching them and also lying to them for fun and for sport <3

👌 do they think they are/would be a good parent?

i think pre-children the latent thought in alas' mind is that he'd be a good parent because 1) he had good parents so he has good role models 2) he's a big brother to some significantly younger siblings so he kiiiind of got a trial run so he's like yeah i'd be a good dad :) yeah i'm dilf material ;) yeah. and then for like 2 months before felix is born and like 3 months afterward he is in the trenches like I AM GOING TO DESTROY THIS TINY BEING'S LIFE. I AM GOING TO FUCK THIS UP IMMEASURABLY. OH MY GOD HE'S GOING TO HATE ME FOREVER. and then he evens out again when he realizes he's doing fine and felix has not died in the first three months of his life and he hasn't even dropped him once which means he's doing better than his parents <3

"present" day (thinking with all the kids existing at some vague age) he's back to thinking he's a good dad and that he's done a good job so far, because that's probably what he hears from the kids anyway. especially because he might be a little too indulgent and might let them get away with a little too much...... he just loves his kids man :')

🍳 what kind of family gatherings do they prefer? why?

FEASTS............. listen this is a man who wholeheartedly believes in the power of connection via food and who loooves to cook with his family and cook for his family and stand around with good food and good company and talk shit and dance and just EXIST with the people he loves. i think the more informal for him the better. it's definitely a requirement in the pavelloran household that they have to cook & eat dinner together at LEAST once a week because cooking is part of the experience like it wouldn't be the same if he and arihs weren't arguing over the best way to season some stew or whatever and confusing the fuck out of the twins in the process like that's how you BOND !!!! he just loves a casual excuse to hang out you know like there doesn't HAVE to be an occasion he just likes good food + good people + annoying his children and being silly with his husbands <3

[deadlycupid]

all I’ve been dreaming of - taod modern au

a little heads up this is just a silly little idea I had in 2021 it’s in no way canon and just for the sake of this au and for the laughs

Tommy sat on his canopy bed, with one hand he was patting his black cat and with the other he scrolled through social media. His head bounced to the beat of the music. All in all he was very content with how the day played out. Later his boyfriend would visit him and they most likely would watch some movies until midnight and then Tommy would convince him to stay over for the night. So he couldn’t be happier.

That was until he heard the knocking on his door.

“Young Master, your mother awaits you in the dining room.”, George, David’s dad and housekeeper of Tommy’s family, said through the door. “Someone on the phone would like to talk to you.”

That was most likely his grandma. She usually called on the weekend to tell them “important information”.

That important information was usually how the weather was, what her neighbours did all week long and asking Tommy about his “little sweetheart”.

Who was also known as Nico, his boyfriend, who was anything but a little sweetheart. Yes, he was shorter than Tommy, but he was fierce. So little devil would have fitted him better but Tommy couldn’t tell that his grandma. Also Tommy highly doubted that she would call Nico a little devil. Though he had to admit that it would be funny.

“Thank you, George.”, Tommy answered and scratched Toska behind his ear once more, the place he liked it the most. Toska purred blissfully and rolled onto his back to straighten his legs. Then he sleepily yawned. Toska looked so cute, it almost made Tommy’s heart burst.

“I’ll be cuddling you even more when I’m back my cute monster bat.”, Tommy promised and got off of his bed. When he reached the door Toska meowed as if he was asking where Tommy was going.

“Don’t be sad. I’ll be back as soon as possible.”

In the dining room Tommy’s mother sat on the gigantic mahagoni table and listened to the person on the other side of the phone. Tommy cleared his throat to signal his mother that he was present. She looked up, her lips curled into a soft smile.

“Oh, Grace! Tommy just came down. I’m sure you want to talk to him”, Roxana said and held the phone in Tommy’s direction.

That was when Tommy realized who had called. It was his distant aunt from England, who Tommy had visited some years ago. His mood peaked immediately.

Aunt Grace was cool. She might be a Lady but she was also the kind of person to listen to Christmas songs in august, talk to her plants and watch anime until 1 am. She had taught Tommy a lot of things in that one year and showed him all the best places in England.

“Hello, Aunt Grace.”, Tommy said immediately switching to a British accent. That was one of the things he had learned or rather he had copied.

“Oh, Tommy! My boy, how are you doing? Are you still together with Nico? And how is David? You have to tell me everything?”

Tommy couldn’t help but laugh.

“Always one thing at the time. I’m fine. Yes, Nico and I are still together. We are actually meeting today. And David is doing fine, too.”, Tommy answered.

“That’s good to hear. I just talked with your mom about boring stuff. You know how she is. A lovely woman but always so concerned about everything.”

Tommy nodded his head even though Aunt Grace couldn’t see him. That might not have been the exact words he would use to describe his mother, but it was true.

For her the world could end any second. But Roxana was more than that and Tommy got to see those rare moments, thankfully. He wondered if being a lawyer made her this paranoid. Or if it was simply his mom’s personality.

“Anyway, we were just talking about you and if you would like to visit me this summer. How does that sound? I already told Roxana that you would love to come!“

“Oh my god! Are you joking? Of course I would like to visit you!” Tommy had never heard any better news. This day just kept getting better.

His mother smiled as she got up from the chair. “I’ll leave you two alone then,” she excused herself and left the room, probably going back to her office, looking over some of her case files.

It didn’t really matter because Tommy was already caught up in the wild stories his aunt told him. Half of the time he wasn’t sure if the things she told him actually happened but then again he didn’t care. It was always a lot of fun listening to the stories she told, so who cared if they weren’t real.

Time flew by so fast that he only got reminded that he had other plans when George knocked on the door and opened it.

“Young Master,” George informed him. “Nico has arrived.”

Nico slowly entered the room. He wore a black t-shirt with skulls over a red shirt and his long black hair was pulled back under a cap that he wore backwards. He shyly waved and Tommy couldn’t help but smile.

“Uhm aunt grace, Nico just arrived.” Nico’s eyes wides when he heard Tommy speak. “I’ll call back later, okay?”

Tommy’s British accent crumbled. Suddenly he was super aware of his voice.

“Oh, marvellous! Oh, I know, you can bring Nico with you this summer. I would love to meet your lover boy”, Aunt Grace exclaimed excitedly.

“Eh, yes, I’ll make sure to ask him.”

Tommy shrugged his shoulder in a what he hope apologizing way towards Nico, who just shook his head.

“I’m waiting in your room,” Nico mouthed and left the room. The big smile on his face didn’t escape Tommy. And he couldn’t stop wondering what made Nico so happy.

“We could order pizza and act like vampires on the phone. Oh, oh I know a location where I have to take you two! Nico will love it.“

Was she already planning their summer together?

“Sure. Uhm but I have to ask Nico first.“

This was already Tommy’s second attempt to politely end the phone call, but it seemed like his aunt didn’t understand the hint.

“Of course! Oh young love! What a bittersweet feeling! Take good care of it. You can lose it so easily. I once was in love with this-”

“I know, you told me that story already. You fell in love with this beautiful woman, who left you for a man and her duties.“

Tommy had to reach for drastic manners, his mother would be outraged if she knew how Tommy spoke to his aunt.

“Ah, I’m stopping you from snogging with your boy, aren’t I? Then go, Tommy. But don’t forget to ask him and call me back.“

Tommy’s cheeks burned up upon hearing what Garde said.

“Yeah, I will. Goodbye.”

“Bye, Tommy! Love you!”

He said love you back but all he could hear from the speakers were the steady tut tut.

He laid the phone back down on the table and took a few deep breaths. Then he hurried through the corridors and stairwells back to his room.

When he opened the door his eyes instantly spotted Nico and Toska curled up next to each other on his bed cuddling.

“So you found someone else to cuddle with, huh”, Tommy said, not sure who his comment was meant for. Because honestly he wasn’t sure of whom he was more jealous right now.

Nico looked up and his cap fell off his head and onto the bed. His hair was a mess but all Tommy wanted to do was to mess it up even more, to run his hands through Nico’s hair and to curl it around his fingers.

“So uhm when were you going to tell me that you can speak with a British accent?” Nico asked with a smirk on his face.

Tommy frowned.

“Never,” he stated but even he could tell that it sounded more like a question.

Tommy wasn’t sure if Nico liked the accent or if he was going to make fun of him. He couldn’t read his body language, not like he usual could and that made him cautious.

“God, Tommy! You’re going to be the death of me!”

“I’d rather not have you die on me.”

Nico breathed in and shook his head.

“Just come here, before I lose my composure.”

Nico patted the space next to him on the bed as if it was his own. Cautiously Tommy crawled onto his bed and laid next to Nico. The later gently placed a hand on his arm and patted it lightly. Their heads laid next to each other and Tommy tuned to his side to face Nico. For a while neither of them said anything. They both embraced the comfortable and reassuring silence.

Eventually Toska would get up, disappointed that he wasn’t given any attention anymore, and lay down on the window sill where the sun tickled through the clouds and heated up the ground.

Nico moved his hand from Tommy’s arm to his face and in return Tommy placed his hand on Nico’s waist. It wasn’t Nico who initiated the kiss but he was the one who started trailing kisses along Tommy’s jaw up to his ear.

“You sound so hot when you speak with an accent,” Nico whispered into his ears. And Tommy swore that he had die then and there.

“Oh my! Nico! Stop, this is embarrassing!”

Tommy’s face was burning when he shoved Nico away from him but still held onto his shoulders.

“I’m sorry”, Nico softly spoke.

“But I think you should know, that it’s the truth.”

“I just can’t believe you just said that!”

“And I can’t believe that you kept that secret from me for so long! I can’t believe I was imagining you talking to me with a British accent when I could have had the original talk with one all the time. You were being really unfair.”

“Wait, you imagined me speaking to you with a British accent?” Tommy smirked, switching to his accent: “Was it turning you on, darling?”

Now it was Nico’s face that glowed bright red.

Oh, how the tables have turned.

Nico couldn’t escape Tommy’s eyes so he just stared back.

“And if it was so?”

Tommy rose his eyebrows and smirked. When he leaned back up to kiss Nico’s jaw, soft giggles escaped Nico’s lips. It was a sound so unusual and free that Tommy’s heart melted.

Nico rolled onto his back and pulled Tommy with him.

Tommy slowly worked his way up, kissed Nico’s cheek, every single one of his freckles and then lastly the tip of his nose.

“Stop, you’re literally going to kill me if you continue being so soft with me.” Nico hummed, his hand running through Tommy’s curls.

“Not going to happen.” Tommy said and kissed his boyfriend on the lips once more, softly and with all his love. Then he pulled away and laid back down again.

His hand found its way back to Nico’s waist where he traced mindless patterns into the fabric of his shirt.

“Would you like to come with me to England this summer?” Tommy asked, then focused onto Nico’s black eyes. They widened slightly when he mentioned England.

“Before you freak out, my aunt invited you. She really wants to meet you.”

Nico closed his eyes shortly and smiled.

“I would love to, Tommy. I really do.”

“But?”

“No, but. I’m just imagining you talking with your British accent all summer long.”

Tommy couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Oh, would you shut up about it already.”

Then suddenly Nico got up on his elbow, face close to Tommy’s, his long hair tickling his cheek. Nico bit his lip, a habit to hide his smile, that Tommy hated, but somehow still adored.

“Never.” Nico whispered, then he kissed him again.

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[dargiemarif]

Things:

My wall

My apple seeds in the shape of a heart my mom gave to me taped to my wall since I was little

A plushie I don't have

A shirt I kinda have but it's not that long

Me my fursona a genet

My weighted blanket

My bed

ok drawing this was calming cause I was crying all day over two things, ones a friendship thing no one needs to know except me and them and the other is being a shut in loser for my whole life,,

This piece was kinds meant to show that with a tried childlike vibe cause I'm stuck young mentally

I've always been online kind of, like I started being online probably when i was 6..? 7?

I'd watch lps and minecraft videos and stay up late secretly...

Then I got catsim and met my first online friends .. it was in 2016 I think

Skye is one I'm still upset about, I'm still upset I want to find her to know she's ok

My friendgroup then were older than me I'm guessing, and they were real depressed and displayed such by what they would say. I'd try to help and cheer them up but it was scary by some things they'd say. I still love them.. I remember harper and skye and that's about it.. honestly then I did kinda have an identity crisis somehow or someway, I'd pretend to be different people that's embarrassing..sorry catsim friends I'm much happier with being just me now.

I remember me and harper pretending to throw candy at eachother in the game lol??

And skye taught me about thst one egg riddle

And there was the wall, the sink, the hammer

Yea but then there was a catsim glitch going around where you couldn't join multi-player anymore and it happened to me and I was little so I didn't understand I could just.. delete the app and try to find them again which would be better than just waiting everyday and crying for it to work lol.

The first time i harmed myself I was fighting a gorilla boss and my grandma was stressing me out

I got her sharp comb

Whys she have that comb it actually is painful😭

Then I got roblox that year too and met new people in 2018 who some I'm still friends with!! Yippie. Our friendgroup was shakey to say the least lol, there were fights alot that I'd just watch and not say anything. It's silly thinking about it. Uh anywyas yea and then a friend suggested I got discord and made an account in 2019 and then Instagram in idk what year but yea and then it's always been like that m

I find it hard to keep friends because of the way I am

It's hard for me to talk to someone alot and end up not talking to them for some days even though I don't mean anything bad by it I just feel overwhelmed... sorry abt that meow!

My irl friends are cool, they are few though

I've always been a "weird quiet kid" in school with not much friends, in elementary school I had like 3 friends in total counting the one that moved in 1st grade

Whej that friend moved I didn't have any friends so at recess I sat on a bench and watched the other kids play and sometimes pretended to have an imaginary friend lolol

Did I mention my family trauma yea thst happened story for other times tho heheh

But yea the friends I have now are cool but we barely go out and do stuff well atleast with me maybe? I don't go out alot unless it's to school or wherever I'm dragged by by mt family ir to let my dog out and that's about it

I stay indoors and stay in my room

I draw and write sometimes...!!!!!!!!! Obviously

But yea that's what makes me a loser/loner in life but it's whatever I know no different

It's also hard to go out in summer cuz I have a strong hatred for the heat ..... and in fall I'm in school so i don't rlly have time 0_0

Actually frshmen year I got a friend who'd drag me around to places which was the first time ever but sheeeeeeee isn't someone I'd like to be around

Anyways uh j know I'm not the only one with this life so I don't feel too bad but comparing to all my friends I'm kinda just yea idk I'm kinda spacing out

[calowlmitygoddess]

by @/creatackers Mic. Oc related questions!

* Who was your first ever OC? Do you still “use” them? How have they evolved over time? The first oc i had was a self insert named simply Dragon-Girl, eventually i gave her a real name but it was still based on my irl name. Nowadays while she still exists in one of my stories, she's a background myth, a primordial god-figure known as The Archivist

Who is your newest OC? Why did you make them? My PC character in Baldur's gate 3, they're a red dragonborn sorcerer with gold dragon heritage and i think they are neat

Biggest self-insert OC? Intentionally, the first oc mentioned, accidentally i think Aster, he's like THE most wish-fulfilment character i have

What kind of music do your OCs listen to? I have so many characters it really depends. None of them listen to anything out there tough

What are some of your OCs biggest fears? I remember i used to have a character with a very specific fear , but i dont remember who or what it was .w.

Do you have any OCs without stories? Will you ever create one for them? Yes, so many, i try my best to fit characters in stories but since i also like to design/buy designs from others i ended up with quite the backlog of unused characters. Ideally all of them would have their turn to shine, but thats unlikely

What are your favourite relationships between your OCs? (romantic or platonic!) SO many. Akila Shadlan and Ryu sibling fuckery, Akila and Althia toxic old woman yuri, Erigon, Kyran and Garlasia Epic codependency, Imay and Hiraki sibling fuckery, Aster and Raine marriage goals. ANd ofc the stars of my current wip, Meira, Wisteria and Orick, The avatar of relationships, able to contain fluff and angst in equal measures

Do you have any OC family trees? YEs, i have an unfinished one, for my old project, and in fact all main characters in that story are somewhat related since they all are connected to the three god siblings

Favourite OC? Akila, she has been living rent free in my mind for like 3 years now. Shes my poor meow meow, my rotten soldier, my silly little boy, my blorbo if you will. Shes the main force behind the story she is for and i think i did a good job with her character.

OC you most struggled to make? at first, Wisteria i think. She felt very flat as her first concept was just 'nice queen everyone loves' but now that ive spiced her up a little she has unfolded.

* Sum up one or more of your wips! My Big Wip that wont see the light of day in years but lives in my head rent free: Big Sibling Spat dooms the world. But then one of the siblings die and now the other two are very pissed and its everyone problem now. Wip two currently being worked on: Three idiots keep being put in Situations until they all fall in love

Which story took the most research? Imagine researching for any story LMAO

Which story has the most lore? Big wip, it has like 10 years worth of miscelanious lore.

Current word count of all your main wips? My only current wip is on almost 40k words wohoo

How many projects do you have going on right now? Are there any that you doubt you’ll ever finish? Currently one, the rest are all ideas i HOPE to get to one day, but i do worry i might not due to my skill level

What was you first major project? How far along is it? Currently working on it! just passed the halfway point a month ago and havent worked on it since

What are some tropes and character dynamics found in your wips? Female protagonists+ mostly female cast, Heavy fantasy, Trios, Dragons, Autistic coded Magic specialist guy in a relationship with a redish dragon-adjacent person.

Describe the setting of one or more of your wips Big wip is a heavy fantasy setting that takes place both in Hell dimention and Mortal dimention, its literally what you get when you google Fantasy Landscape, also a mix of tech/magic. Current wip is more lax, i imagine it being a mix of medieval-pre industrial aesthetic, there are some big technologic developments happening but still very early.

What are some things that inspired your stories? Real events? Maybe a dream? Many things, so many things. Mostly other media. Current wip started as a HK fanfic idea i had.

What story are you the proudest of? Why? Big Wip even tought it doesnt really exist, is the one im most passionate about. Current Wip has grown on me tought, thought my satisfaction with it fluctuates, im proud that it exist in some form, but deeply unsatisfied with how...flat some of it is

* When did you start considering yourself a writer/artist? somewhere back in my teens, i think;

What are all the ��kinds” of writing/art you do? (short stories, poetry, screenplays, digital, painting, clay, etc.) I draw aside from writing prose. Tried picking up other artistic hobbies like sculpiting and piano but those felt trought

Are you in any writer/artist groups? (Ex: discord server!) a few!

Do you have/want a career in your medium? If not, what do you do/want to do instead? No, i tried and it made me deeply unhappy. Im now hoping to be able to go into paleontology.

What’s your favourite genre to write? Is it also your favourite genre to read? FANTASYYYYY FANTASYYYYY, im a fantasy conosceur, the fact my wip is a more grounded romance thing makes me want to chew drywalls

What are your favourite books? My confort books are the Seven Realm series, very confy fantasy. The Locked Tomb is the one i love the prose the most, absolutely insane series.

What are your favourite movies? i dont really watch movies, really do like the first how to train your dragon movie

Favourite songs at the moment? depends on the moment, not really listening to any on repeat rn

What was your first fandom you were in? Did you make any art/fanfic for it? Voltron Legendary Defender, did art exclusively of my queen, my beloved Honerva

How are you doing? <3 pretty good!

[girlucifer]

"i just wanted you to know

that there will always be a piece of you in me, always." [yuyuuyuyuu, 11 april 2021]

ring headcanons + obey me! lucifer | mammon | simeon | solomon - under the cut [lucifer: slight spoilers for lesson 37 + 38]

lucifer: of course, he hadn't gotten you anything- his words sickly sweet like honey, slowing your every move, ensnaring you to him: i have no need to go above and beyond to express myself when i can simply tell you how i feel directly. i love you. you're mine. in the dark, his fangs glint as he smiles, his hand finding yours- his thumb circulates around your ring of light- the small white band that glows with holiness no matter where, even in the pits of hell- this ring saved your life when plagued with your own growing power that threatened to consume you and the ones you love. the same white band that he wore upon his own finger, all those millennia ago. your life, saved by a vestige of his past self. yes, he doesn't need to get you anything, does he?

mammon: a gold band engraved with your initials, his own following. and of course, a sparkling diamond that reflects so magically in your eyes that you stop and wonder how he could even afford such a rock. of course, those nights out where he came to the house into your arms with such fatigue weighing him down so- he worked and worked just to see the blush that arose to your face when he bent down on one knee in the darkness and privacy of the demon lord's black rose garden. moonlight glowing around his white smile, his hands shaking ever so as he holds out his heart, you take his face in your hands and give him the kiss he's been dreaming of.

simeon: as dark as the midnight sky, the sapphire gem upon a black band absorbed the twinkling stars above their heads, as if trying to consume any and all light in hopes to reflect some of its own. his hand finds yours, and he slips the band upon your finger- a perfect fit, of course it was. you look to his gaze, his eyes filled with such a deep longing that it was as if looking into the very abyss that stretched on and beyond above your heads. he loved you- he wore it like a blood-stained shirt, a wound that needed dressing- it now lied within you if you'd clean the deep cut, digging into his flesh - blood-soaked fingers, teeth sinking into lips - to remove the shrapnel. would you?

solomon: a platinum ring with glowing inscriptions, a foreign language declaring an eternal promise to you- because, yes, of course, his words may falter and his hands may tremble, his eyes avoiding your own, but a sorcerer's pact is infallible- ever so resolute. just like the ink that decorates his body and the scars he worships as symbols of power and strength, he offers his own soul to you, a covenant that he prays you accept. the ring seems to whisper to you, the characters twinkling and humming. they offer words that solomon would tuck away, never to say himself. as he looks on with apprehensive eyes, you take his hand and seal his will with a kiss.

[eyedelater]

i have written a post to encompass every thought i have had about the golden kamuy character ogata hyakunosuke. i couldn't help writing it, and here it is. it includes analysis, interpretation, confusion, thoughts about shipping, and spoilers all the way to the end of the manga.

the post is incredibly long because i wanted it all in one place... i'm sure that much of this has been said by other people, but i haven't read anything anyone else has said. this is purely between me and canon. i have now read golden kamuy through twice and watched the anime once. i missed a lot on the first read, and i probably missed some things on the second read too.

i can't help but love the character ogata hyakunosuke. i know a lot of it is the character design: sneaky eyes with built-in eyeliner, greasy all-back hairstyle with a powerful ahoge (and don't try to tell me an ahoge is not what it is), little beard that somehow skirts past my strong dislike for nasty little beards. he's so crafty… he's sorta weak in close combat… he's completely wrong about things such as killing one's parents and the nature of guilt… he's confident right up until he isn't…

normally if a character captures my interest like this, i want to ship them with another character so i can be satisfied by looking at amusing fanart of them outside of canon. but there honestly isn't anyone i want to pair him with… the fact of his eventual death notwithstanding. (i don't ship dead characters. too sad.) he's great as a cruel and calculating loner who thinks he knows what he wants but doesn't. i don't feel a need to see fun and exciting shipping antics with this character in particular. i will to look at some fanart to see what i can get out of it, but i'm really satisfied by just what happens in canon. and yet i still feel like i have to make sense of these feelings, so i'm writing a post that nobody asked for (just like all my other posts).

i'm annoyed with myself because as i was first reading golden kamuy, it took a long, long time to dawn on me that there MUST be people who think of ogata hyakunosuke as their favorite silly little cinnamon roll and make obnoxiously cute posts about what he would do in domestic situations and stuff. as we learned more about him, i became certain that some people must feel that way, Despite Everything. and i was so very annoyed by the thought of it that i decided to make it a point to dislike ogata… to buck the trend. to avoid biting the fandom bait. BUT IT DIDN'T WORK………… he grew on me… ugh. i still really, really don't want to see fluffy fics with him or anything like that though. god. i have less patience than ever for fandom content that cutesifies every character. especially fucked up weird horrible men like him <3

it's an incredibly audacious move to create a merciless sniper character who killed three (3) members of his closest family (and who knows how many soldiers) and then also give him explicitly catlike characteristics and behaviors, all the while knowing that everyone loves cats!!! (slams table.) fuck off! noda-sensei had to have been trying to induce brain-melting levels of cognitive dissonance in the minds of horny readers who desperately want catboy hyakunosuke to be their poor little meow meow but also want to cancel him for being a bad dude. i'm not immune

i like ogata in kind of the same way i like crocodile one piece. they're weird and smug and fun to watch. and of course, they're similar in some ways. the greasy all-back hair with pieces falling down, and the facial stitches, and the excessive confidence, and their voice actors being perfect. and, you know, the being villains who are eventually defeated. crocodile lets out his slow laugh whenever he feels things are going his way, and ogata just does a little shit-eating grin, and they're both perfect. key difference: ogata gets naked

i have been made aware that a non-zero amount of people ship ogata with asirpa, and those people might benefit from being run over by a car. asirpa is excluded from shipping of any sort, no exceptions, because she is 13 years old and 95% of the other characters are (bizarre, horrible) adult men. the fact that she has a one-sided crush on sugimoto for some amount of time is perfectly natural and reasonable given the circumstances (i believe that anyone would fall in love with sugimoto if they were in her place). the relationship between sugimoto and asirpa is that of a wonderful, wholesome, and strong found family.

back to ogata. i liked that during his first appearance, he gets his arm broken, gets beaned on the back of the head with his own gun, falls into a ravine, hits his face on a cliff, and bounces off the cliff into the icy river. that was so early in the story that his character design wasn't even nailed down yet, and that scene can be easy to forget, but it should be remembered. i like when ogata gets shot in the chest and the shoulder. i like when we get just a little snapshot of ogata knocked out cold at the stenka. i like the flashback of masked ogata getting his face bloodied by teen koito and then having to pretend like it never happened even though he's pissed. i like when ogata gets the snot beat out of him by usami. this is not a toga-himiko-like aesthetic preference for a man's bloody and beat-up body. rather, i love how he has strong (and justified) confidence in his one skill (sniping) and therefore seems confident overall but keeps getting busted up anyway because he's weak in close combat. it's a good dissonance.

i love seeing ogata smugly perched on things… it's like, "ah, there he is…!"

i love ogata feeling guilty about only the worst murder he committed and none of the others… he was testing his limits, and he found them. it didn't stop him from killing again, but he never got over it either.

i love ogata being the only one who chose not to hold hands and jump at the beach scene… doesn't want to make a fool of himself… but he made a funny face when he got beaned in the back of the head, didn't he. i like the ogata who gets made a fool out of.

after the ordeal with anehata shiton, ogata said that all men feel regretful and disgusted after they shoot their load. probably that's all he's ever felt, doing it with prostitutes and such, if at all. makes a little note in my notebook

ogata does terribly cruel things, and he must recognize to some degree that people will see his actions as cruel, but he doesn't do it for the sake of being cruel. he is heartless, but only when he feels he has a reason. everything is analyzed based purely on how it will affect him, and he acts that way consistently throughout the entire story. he can mime kindness if he has to, but clumsily. he cultivates a trusting relationship with asirpa purely because he understands that nopperabou is her father. he goes along with what sugimoto wants purely for convenience and because he understands how strong/dangerous sugimoto is. he shoots wilk, despite knowing that he is asirpa's father and that she will be very upset, purely because he wants to limit the spread of whatever information wilk has about the gold. he shoots sugimoto, his ally for months, not to be cruel, not as revenge for almost killing him that one time, but to eliminate a potential complication to his plan. the only one he really needs in his party is asirpa, and all asirpa is to him is the key to the gold, and all the gold is to him is a path to climb the ranks to prove that his father was worthless. his behavior is unpredictable on first read, but when rereading, it's incredibly consistent. his lack of guilt is entirely premised on what he can justify to himself, and he's great at justifying anything in his own mind. but there is a limit, and yuusaku was that limit; what haunts him most about yuusaku's death is that this time, he can't justify it. he didn't have a good reason. that causes a crack in the foundation of his entire personality, and when he gets acute aconite poisoning from asirpa's arrow, the anxiety it brings is what causes that crack to spread and his entire ego to collapse.

can someone count how many panels feature ogata's face and then also count how many of those panels show him smoothing back his greasy hair and give me some kind of ratio? i think it's high. i think the ratio is high. though i didn't notice until a couple hundred chapters in. but on reread it's like yeah, every other ogata panel, he's got his hand on his head. i do like when an author commits to a tic. no one else in the story has such an obvious repeating tic, i think. he even gets a nade nade (pet pet) sound effect when he's smoothing his hair repeatedly out of nervousness (after he shot the reindeer by accident).

have i mentioned i hate nasty little beards but ogata's slides right in under the gate? that's another cognitive dissonance for me, and it's tough. hard to get over this one.

"daily affirmations i Can be normal about that man"

~quote from deleted post by a tumblr user who maybe doesn't want credit bc they deleted their post

he dishes out smug grins when things are going his way, but he dishes out WRY grins when things AREN'T going his way! hoargh! (throwing up hands)

it's worth noting, to defend my honor, that ogata is not the only one who grew on me. everyone grew on me. another important one is tsukishima, who i admit i wasn't paying very much attention to until they started heading toward karafuto (during the first reading) and then i was like, that was the guy in the coal mine... right? oh, he's been there The Whole Time. and his design didn't change very much. he grew on me a lot. first you think snake nose, but then you think bunny nose. (someone on pixiv said gorilla nose? i don't like that…) his little beard doesn't strike me as nasty either (why not?? i don't know.) of course, koito was the boy of the hour as soon as he first appeared, and i paid a normal amount of attention to him. (the only part of his design that changed is that his eyebrows got stronger and his parted hair got fixed. actually his part seems to fluctuate between messy and neat.) i really like the dynamic of koito being a needy younger pain-in-the-ass to tsukishima while outranking him and being taller than him. in japanese, tsukishima always addresses him with polite speech, and koito rarely even addresses tsukishima with an honorific. tsukikoi seems to be a good and semi-wholesome ship… you know, semi-wholesome. listen, they end up together forever at the end, so it's fine. you guys can make obnoxiously cute posts about what they would do in domestic situations if you want. so anyway, it's not just ogata who got my attention. but it is ogata who this post is about, so let's end this paragraph and leave room for more notes.

Noda-sensei will use any and every opportunity to show you the silhouette of a dick and balls swinging around during an action scene where people happen to be naked. However, he doesn't do that with Ogata. The reason is that he wants you to remember that Ogata is a serious bad guy character and doesn't want you laughing at his dick and balls. For the same reason, he also precludes Ogata from partaking in the horny otter sumo wrestling. In this essay, I will-- ok just kidding, they showed his dick and balls when he kicked koito in the face. and then they showed that exact panel again a few chapters later. with his dick and balls again.

i bet the hyaku in hyakunosuke is obviously referring to getting a 100% hit rate. (hyaku means 100, same kanji and everything. -nosuke is a common ending for a boy's name.) or to put it in sogeking terms, 100 shots, 100 hits, lu lu la la lu

it's interesting that out of the 4 people we see tsurumi gratuitously manipulate into loyalty, ogata is the only one where it doesn't stick very well. to be fair, tsurumi played his game with ogata a bit differently than with the others. he helped ogata kill his father and promised to help him rise through the ranks, but ogata didn't understand at first that tsurumi had an ulterior motive that would make hanazawa's death a win-win for him. it was usami who brought up mantetsu and made ogata understand he was being manipulated. but even knowing that, he thought tsurumi might uphold the other part of his end of the deal by helping ogata get into the army academy, so he was willing to play along. of course, tsurumi's time was split between everyone he was trying to manipulate (as well as pursuing his main goals), so everything couldn't happen at once. another problem was that each of them wanted to be daddy's only special little boy, and ogata was no exception, so he got impatient upon seeing him pay attention to the others and thought tsurumi wasn't working to help him fast enough. it was only when ogata decided that tsurumi wasn't holding up his end of the deal that he decided to betray him by working for central (in the hopes that central could uphold a similar deal instead). i think i'm getting that right. compared to what tsurumi did for tsukishima, he didn't do that much for ogata. but tsukishima was his masterpiece of manipulation-- look how much he got out of him. in the end, tsurumi wanted to cultivate soldiers who are dogs among sheep, but of course, ogata is a cat in that metaphor…

i didn't read the manga well enough the first time and was thinking that ogata's failure to advance in the ranks was because he just wasn't really good at anything but sniping, and sniping wasn't properly appreciated by the higher-ups. while those two things are basically true, i now understand that he couldn't get promoted because he didn't attend the necessary school and was ineligible for any promotion above his current rank, regardless of his skills. and that's why his roundabout desire to climb in the ranks was hinged on his going back to school, which he couldn't do without the help of either tsurumi or central. so complicated…

people ship ogata and sugimoto, and i'm really torn about that. they do look kinda good together, but first and foremost, sugimoto deserves better (and he deserves a character who doesn't die at the end). i also think that the dynamic between those two is not that fun or interesting-- yeah, they almost kill each other and then save each other, etc., and that's fun, but i mean all the other interactions. i think there's not that much potential between them. plus ogata shoots him in the head. maybe that part should have come first and foremost. he does shoot the man in the head. that being said, of course, there's not a lot of great options for sugimoto to begin with, so i understand when people want to put him with ogata-- they need someone for sugimoto to be horny with, and they need someone for ogata to be horny with. like, who else do we have for sugimoto? shiraishi? you could argue for it… tanigaki? but what he has with inkarmat is pretty good, and i hate to sully canon romances by shipping against them. kiroranke? dies. anyone in the army? they're living in different worlds at the end of the story… just not a lot of great options for sugimoto, who deserves the best. also, if ogata and sugimoto had anything between them, ogata's death would make sugimoto sad, and i wouldn't like that.

shiraishi/ogata might be funny though. i like that scene when shiraishi is like "boy am i hungry!" to the man with a gun who likes to hunt and ogata doesn't say anything or look at him. (other good options for shiraishi include kiroranke [who dies] and boutarou [who dies]. that's 3 for 3 dead. unfortunate.)

i saw some ogata fanart. some artists like to give him Sneaky Squints and Crafty Grin all the time. he is sneaky, and he has distinctive eyes, but i think canon makes it clear that Sneaky Squints and Crafty Grin is a very rare special occasion thing, and a huge majority of the time he only has Glassy Eyes and nothing at all going on with the mouth. and that is the righteous truth. in a manga, facial expressions are a very important part of characterization, especially for characters who are always around but not always involved, so i prefer fanart where people try to emulate (and exaggerate) the faces a character makes in canon instead of assigning their preferred faces to a given character. (an unrelated example of this assigning of preferences would be taking two complex characters and turning one into Stoic Seme and the other into Weepy Uke. it is shocking how thoroughly and audaciously people will squish characters into those two molds. what a waste of time.) i get that i'm probably in the top 1% of sticklerism when it comes to wanting characters to adhere strictly to canon in certain ways, but it's because i strongly feel that canon ogata who is making a neutral Ogata Face 95% of the time and a rare Other Face 5% of the time is true and beautiful. to sully that by tailoring his character to your preferences is your prerogative, but to hate that is also my prerogative. not that i would ever leave negative comments or anything along those lines, ever. because that's stupid and a waste of time. the most time i will waste in that way is the time it takes to write what i've been writing here.

ogata dakimakura is permitted but it has to be ogata laid up on a stretcher, wrapped up, splinted arm, with his face all puffy after getting dumped in the river by sugimoto. or it has to be ogata standing up wearing his uniform complete with little cape and his gun on his back and looking through his binoculars into the distance. or it has to be a watchtower spanning the length of the pillow and ogata is perched in it, looking through his binoculars into the distance.

i hate the relationship between ogata and usami. usami is the ultimate slimy little dog (derogatory). nasty little freak usami. ogata is wrong about almost everything, but he was right about usami being the cheapest piece on tsurumi's gameboard. nasty little wannabe sexual predator usami. that scene where ogata's like "i'm normal, right?" and usami is affirming all the things he's wrong about, it's like, the man is fucked up enough already! i can't believe i'm saying this, but you're a corrupting influence on him! i don't like how usami calls ogata "hyakunosuke" like they're friends… tsurumi calls him that because he's manipulating him and a cool dad calls his special little boy by his given name, but usami fucking hates him, and yet he calls him that anyway. something gross about it. usami's death was perfect. nasty little death. and i liked how ogata kept quiet due to bullet in mouth while usami was going on and on saying whatever he wanted while he beat the shit out of him, and then usami left after getting shot, and ogata felt compelled to say his one-liner to himself. fuckin nerd

i like the ogata who is seriously, seriously wondering if he's being haunted by his brother's ghost.

i think my one main beef with everyday heroes scans, who did an overall great job scanlating, is that they should have kept honorifics. keeping honorifics is a tough choice to make for a translator because it can be confusing for an english reader, especially when you come across one that's out of the standard few. but i was very surprised to find upon watching the anime that sugimoto calls asirpa "asirpa-san"; i had no way of knowing that in the manga! even though she's so much younger than him, even when their relationship becomes very close, even when yelling out her name in moments of desperation, he keeps the honorific. it might just be out of habit, but i think it indicates how much he respects her. it might be small, but something is lost by omitting the -san. honorifics and the ways people address each other are very important in japanese, and because this story takes place chiefly in japan, chiefly among japanese (and japanese-speaking) characters, i think keeping honorifics would have been perfectly appropriate in this circumstance. i also think it would have clarified some things for the readers rather than confusing them. (for contrast, it would make perfect sense to omit honorifics in a story that doesn't take place in japan but just happens to be written in japanese… though some meaning would still be lost.) (side note: EH scans does in fact keep some honorifics: the ainu word "nispa.") and sometimes, omitting the honorific in a context where it is important can make the translated wording MORE awkward. the example i'm thinking of is when ogata is recovering in the hospital and the scanlation shows him muttering, "yuusaku… sir…" now i'm 98% sure that ogata called yuusaku "yuusaku-dono," even though younger siblings typically get no honorifics, because yuusaku outranked him (and also maybe to show distance between them), and that's what he's muttering in that scene. i think it's less weird to call your younger half-sibling "-dono" in japanese than it would be to call your younger half-sibling "sir" in english. it's an in-between level of respect (and distance) that doesn't exist in english. so it became weirder in english, and leaving the honorific would have preserved that meaning. well, i do respect that EH scans made their decision about honorifics in the very beginning and then stuck with it to the very end. i guess it would have been worse if they selectively added in SOME honorifics when they thought it was important. but my opinion is that they should have made the decision to keep honorifics from the beginning.

in chapter 283, ogata falls asleep on the train and dreams of his mother singing a traditional song to him about how the way there is easy, but the way back is scary. i think the symbolism is clearly that it was easy for him to kill his mother and his brother, but it's not easy (or possible) to take it back. it's a one-way path that he chose. it's another subconscious manifestation of his feelings of guilt.

now here is something i've been puzzling over but which everyone but me has probably already made sense of. i think this is the only part of the manga that has stuck with me BECAUSE i am confused by it. chapter 199, page 6. kidnapped koito otonoshin, whose father just told him over the phone that he cannot be saved, is saying something heartbreaking in reply, and one of his captors is rubbing his back as if to comfort him. what else could that be but a comforting hand? am i mistaken? and it's got to be important because it takes up THREE panels! now, if you're like me and you've decided that tsukikoi is the OTP of golden kamuy, your first thought was to want tsukishima to be the one under the white hat, and ogata is the one watching disapprovingly because he's a jerk. but otonoshin smacks and bloodies the face of man in the white hat with the back of his head, and the wounds we later see (and basically everything else) make it clear that the white hat was ogata. (then of course they put those hats on russian-looking corpses that they obtained… somehow. kidnapped off the street?) (side note: when they take the white hat and mask off one of the corpses, otonoshin should have been suspicious right away, because that guy's nose wasn't bloodied or anything. but i'll let his lack of perception slide given the circumstances. unless he remembers it in a later chapter and i'm the one who forgot.) anyway, so it was clearly ogata who rubbed otonoshin's back, which seems really weird and out of character. i was thinking that it must have been that tsurumi gave them orders along the lines of not completely breaking the kid's will and making sure he isn't too physically or emotionally hurt (or else he and his father wouldn't be usable in the future). this would gel with the fact that tsurumi seems slightly surprised/perturbed when commander koito says he's going to tell otonoshin to die for his country (because of course that's not what tsurumi wants or had planned for). so maybe ogata interpreted those orders, thought otonoshin was giving up on life, and decided that he should make sure the kid's will wasn't completely broken by providing a little comfort. and then the glare from the black hat is tsukishima with a sentiment like, "you're giving the game away, you dumb piece of shit! captors wouldn't do that! ESPECIALLY IF THEY DON'T SPEAK JAPANESE!" but another possibility occurs to me. we heard from ogata when he was pointing his gun at huci that he doesn't want to just kill someone's grandma if he can help it. he's a cold-blooded killer when he thinks he has a reason, but maybe he does have the thinnest sentimental streak when it comes to people he does not perceive as a threat. so maybe that thin streak is showing here? kidnapping some weak kid might have been the dirtiest work tsurumi had ever put him up to at that point. (did he kill his father before or after this? but was that even dirty work to him, when he felt he had a good reason?) maybe he honestly felt emotionally reluctant to traumatize a defenseless 16-year-old like that, so he reached out to comfort him without thinking. i wonder what is the fandom consensus about that page, yet i feel reluctant to look it up… but whichever scenario it is, tsukishima's glare has to be him thinking, "man, you suck at dirty work." (and afterward, ogata glares at otonoshin because he's angry and humiliated that he underestimated how much of a threat a bound 16-year-old posed to him.)

EDIT: regarding the above paragraph, i think i've realized the correct interpretation. it's not that the situation of kidnapping a kid has activated ogata's thin sentimental streak. it's the specific circumstances of the lines that were just said: commander koito saying he could not save otonoshin, and otonoshin apologizing to his father and asking him to pretend he had never been born. that combination of circumstances was maybe the only thing that could flip ogata's empathy switch enough to make him reach out a comforting hand. he probably feels with great certainty that if he himself had ever been kidnapped and held for ransom, his own father would have told him to die for his country as well, and he might even have said a similar line in response. the pain otonoshin felt in that moment was so clear to ogata that he couldn't help but comfort him... it's a key emotional character development moment for ogata... with his face covered... but of course he misinterpreted otonoshin's resilience and that's how he got his nose bashed.

i cried a lot when i first read ogata's death chapter, and i cried a lot the second time too. i think noda-sensei might be a genius… one thing that didn't register on first reading was that ogata must have enjoyed the time he spent traveling with asirpa and the others in a way, even if he didn't exactly realize it. asirpa reminded him of yuusaku, not just in her innocence, but in the way she trusted him and ate with him and joked with him and treated him as if he were "normal" (when he believes he isn't normal). ogata was yearning for familial love his whole life; he just fixated on getting it only from his father, which wasn't going to happen, and ignored what he got from his mother and his brother. yuusaku was the only one who loved him, but he got some of that warm familial feeling from asirpa and the others as well, even though he usually acted cold. (i think he said "hinna" primarily to manipulate asirpa... but maybe after saying it, he felt happy.) and now, not only did he have to deal with his mistake of killing yuusaku, but here he was trying to kill asirpa too! not only that, but he was corrupting her into killing HIM, and he thought he wanted that, but he didn't! he couldn't even accept his old guilt, and now he was foolishly inflicting new guilt, as if by compulsion! it's so painful! as he breaks down, we see him realizing his mistake in real time, how his goal of proving his father worthless was itself worthless all along, how he didn't actually need to kill any of his family, how he was following the wrong path based on his delusions and misunderstandings his whole life, and it hurts him so much… and he tries to deny it, but he's having it explained to him by himself, and he can only trust himself… whenever he felt conflicted about anything, he would just find some way stamp out the opposing view and believe in himself, but now, both sides were him, so he couldn't do that, and as a result, he was defeated. the chapter was very emotionally powerful… he died a coward's death because, never having confronted his guilt before, he couldn't imagine being able to live with it… and vasily found his body by the railroad tracks and painted his fursona.

you could ship ogata with vasily but the fact remains that they spend vasily's entire span of appearance in the manga in a fight to the death and then one of them dies. also he shot vasily in the mouth. you can't shoot a mouth with your gun and then try to kiss it later. that's inappropriate

the last time ogata shoots sugimoto, he doesn't aim for the head. it's as though he learned his lesson. but it still didn't work, did it?

i saw the ogata nendoroid and took damage from it. hate it. i don't want any more chibis...

it seems that some things are changed in the volume releases of golden kamuy. i have only read the scanlated magazine releases. i wonder if i can be content to decide that this is the end of my ogata post when i don't know if any important ogata details were changed in the volumes. i would also like to read and compare the official translation. one thing i want to see in the volume releases is if noda-sensei ever goes back and adds teeth to the white voids of characters' mouths. it is incredibly clear to me that noda-sensei truly, viscerally hates drawing teeth. that's fair, but i do prefer even the vaguest semblance of teeth to a white void of a mouth. when he does draw teeth, they usually look perfectly passable. anyway, my next project will be deciding how to get my hands on the official translated volumes and then rereading again.

i think that might be all i have to say about ogata hyakunosuke right now.

[theprismyyy]

About Natalie and the Trailer Park Kittens:

I feel like Natalie has been taking care of the kittens at the park since she was very little, with her troubled life at home these little animals became her form of comfort, always being there for her when she needed them in the midst of a troubled family life.

Her first kitten was a gray cat, very old and blind in one eye, who appeared one night when she forgot to leave the bedroom window close. She woke up to find him sleeping on the bed at her feet.

I don't really see her as a morning person so I guess any sense she had would have been clouded by sleep, so instead of doing anything about it she just shrugged it off and went back to sleep. Natty ended up enjoying the company so much that she nicknamed the fur ball Sebastian and he would always appear at her window at night to sleep <3

She started leaving food for Sebastian outside her bedroom window, which obviously ended up attracting the attention of other cats and soon she found herself being the "mother" to 6 more stray kittens.

But obviously she is always willing to welcome one more if necessary, a true mother's heart:))

She named each of them and recognizes exactly the peculiarities and personalities of each.

She always, always, always finds a way to get food for all of them no matter what, even if she has to steal a little food here and there.

They are not really house cats, so they spend most of the day outside, but it doesn't matter, because they always come back at night to sleep (and if one of them doesn't come back that night she probably wouldn't be able to sleep properly out of worry, but don't worry, the always comes back another time ;)

Sometimes some of them may end up coming back injured from fights with other cats and she literally feels like crying, it doesn't matter if it's just a small scratch she will find a way to clean the wound and put a bandage on it (even if SHE ends up with a few scratches in the process)

Her clothes are always full of cat hair and she constantly needs to clean everything.

She definitely talks to them, like they're actually full, complex conversations or just silly gossip and she's sure they understand her, practically freaking out when one of them meows back.

"So Jackie spent the rest of practice complaining and it was so stupid." "Meow "EXACTLY!!!! That's what I'm talking about, I'm glad you understand me Ally"

Bathing them is always a struggle that ends with lots of water splashed everywhere, cat hair and new scratches.

She's totally the type of person who meows back at cats when she's alone or gets pawed in the face and paws back, she doesn't do it hard but it always ends with her and the cat staring at each other with the biggest Side Eyes ever. Exactly like this:

Overall lots of feline love and comfort ♡♡♡ she is a true cat mom.

@jellyb3annn

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Natalie is the kind of girl who wears black and leather, listens to rock music and smokes cigarettes but I bet she's also the kind of girl who wears baby pink panties, has a stuffed animal and likes to take care of the stray cats in the trailer park

[piracytheorist]

Sometimes I feel like I'm the only one who doesn't think Ethan's one-liners are cringe. They are a little dorky sometimes, sure, but I laugh every single time I hear them, because some of them are genuinely good? Ethan saying "God must really love you, bitch" will always have me cackling. "In death as he was in life: DISGUSTING" is fucking hilarious. Him standing in front of an actual, literal dragon, and still talking shit? Now that's just badass. Or what about telling Mother Miranda that the problem is her?

While everyone's view of what Ethan is like is perfectly valid, absolutely, I'll never understand why some people genuinely think he is some lame, soft guy who's only capable of being cringe-y and stupid. Ethan's a brave person, who's maybe not a badass because of his choice of words, but because he has the guts to say those words, even in the face of absolute horrors, and then doing so without hesitation, or fear. He IS brave, and he IS tough, and badass in his own right. Dude single-handedly went up against every mold monster at the Baker House, as well as a whole-ass village full of monsters, and he came out on top every single time. I'd say that's pretty fucking cool.

Oh don't get me wrong, whenever I (and I assume the grand majority of Ethan fans) call Ethan a cringey pathetic meow meow or any variation of that, it's only a joke to cover the fact that I wouldn't do any fucking better myself.

I love Ethan because he loves his family more than anything, he'll do anything to protect them, go feral to fight the monsters that keep them away from him, walk through horrors and nightmares in order to save them, but ultimately he is still Just a GuyTM. His silly one-liners only emphasize how human he is, and this is why I love the fact that they're not "cool" or "sassy". It's what every one of us would say in such a situation, then spend twenty minutes in the shower later being like "GOD I was so fucking stupid, couldn't I find anything more witty to say? I should have said that instead!"

The fact that he has the guts to talk back to the monsters that try to kill him shows his bravery and perseverance. The fact that the stuff he tells them are silly af shows that he's also a human being like us. He's not some male-fantasy superhero protagonist. He's just a dude. He's your neighbour. He's you. And that makes him very relatable and enjoyable to follow along. He's neither a super-duper fantastical guy whose story you go along with even if you don't understand his motives and/or reasons, nor an empty vessel that's just there to move the game forward. He's a simple guy with a simple goal that even people who don't care about having children will understand, and many many people will be touched by. When he says his one-liners you're supposed to relate to him (and frankly my deepest condolences to those who don't relate to or aren't entertained by those moments, you have no idea how much fun you're missing out on) and either nod along or scream "YOU TELL 'EM ETHAN! THAT WAS LAME AF BUT YOU TELL 'EM!"

(For what is worth, by the way, one of my absolute favourite lines of his is "You're the one who's cursed" LIKE EVEN TYPING IT DOWN I'M LAUGHING. If you asked me top 5 Ethan lines that one would unironically be in there for sure. Like it comes after the first big Boss fight and you're all up and excited from the adrenaline and the excitement of winning, Dimitrescu dies cursing at you... and then Ethan goes like "I am rubber, you are glue" AND IT'S HILARIOUS)

In short, I don't think anyone but a few butthurt RE fans actually mean any negativity or even criticism when they talk about Ethan's "cringey" one-liners. If they didn't invoke any kind of positive reaction in you, then sorry sweaty but they were not made for you :) Almost everyone I've seen talk about that has been with an understanding that Ethan is still a badass to go up against those monsters, with enough wits about himself to even speak and (try to) insult them, and the nature of his one-liners just adds a humorous and relatable tone to the whole thing. It makes Ethan who he is, and I wouldn't have it any other way <3