#there is a leopard on your roof and it's my leopard and i have to get it and to get it i have to sing

[davros42]

Now Playing - Bringing Up Baby (1938)

[tthatsonme]

I wish u roses, by molly.

This is not unisex!! Can be used by MTF + this is lgbtq friendly.

— You’re pure temptation to everyone that you meet, most people know that they should probably steer clear of you before they want you too much. Obviously, you can’t attract anyone that you don’t want, but that doesn’t mean that half of the population of the gender you’re attracted to doesn’t want you, you’re truly too attractive for this world, people wonder if you’re either an angel that fell from heaven or a siren that traded her tail for legs and is now living as a human woman in disguise. They may never know. You have the same sex appeal as the songs Angel and Fue Mejor by Kali Uchis, So high and Streets by Doja Cat. You have the same amount of sex appeal as Margot Robbie, Ana de Armas, Alexa Demie, Kali Uchis, Doja Cat, SZA, Angelina Jolie, and Sydney Sweeney. Even though you’re as equally sexy as them, you’re mainly interested in sensuality over sexuality, you don’t need to be nude to be attractive your face was enough in the first place.

— You’re as sensually attractive as Sade and Alexa Demie, you’ve mastered the art of sensuality, you’re the embodiment of the songs Like a Tattoo by Sade and Leopard Limo by Alexa Demie, you’re like my “Leopard Limo” subliminal come to life, you’re everyone’s type even if they don’t think you are, everyone wants you in some way, you’re the dream girl of anyone who lays eyes on you, whenever someone dreams of a nice girlfriend or wife they immediately think of you, people always associate you with sugar and honey because of how visually and physically sweet you are, you’re the definition of “eye candy”. The Kardashians WISHED that they had the same amount of influence that you do, you’re constantly influencing people because they want to be just like you, you don’t necessarily make people “jealous” but they may be a little bit envious of you. You don’t care that people copy you anymore because why wouldn’t they? Someone like you (someone who’s not a basic b) is bound to set a trend for two.

— You’re like the perfect mixture of Alexa and Maddy, on one hand you’re sweet and peaceful but on the other you’re overly confident and a “c*nty bad bitch” as they say + you hold as much influence on others as they do. You basically run the school that you go to, it’s like you’re mysterious yet popular, every time you walk into school it’s like a slow motion scene of the hot girl walking in in a 2000s movie, everyday is like one of those scenes. Everyone can’t help but stop and stare and check you out, people genuinely fw your confidence, your confidence is always through the roof, you could walk through a huge group of boys and remain unfazed. Kind of embarrassing, but people really are doing the most just to get you to look at them, they don’t even care what they have to do to get your attention, they’re at a point where they’re making a complete fool out of themselves just to make you smile. A very small but important detail about you is that you’re completely immune to peaking in high school or college whatever you’re in if you’re still in school that is, you’re completely immune to being social unaware or socially awkward, one of the many things that people love about you is your quick responses, people love your personality and how you’re so good at talking to people.

— Your face is physical perfection, whatever you don’t like about you face is now being changed permanently. Your face and bones are being forcefully shaped and morphed to become whatever you desire + all of the benefits from Opia’s desiredful 1 and 2 (body affirmations looped twice). And personal affirmations for desired, long, thick and beautiful hair, hair type, pattern, thickness, and colour. Your hair turns into a 1A hair type/texture whenever you straighten/flat iron it + it moves, looks, and feels like natural 1A hair.

[oneatlatime]

City of Walls and Secrets

I am also once again saving the commentary for a rewatch.

I still think rock trains are neat but their inefficiencies hurt my brain. The friction! They should at least install dynamic braking.

That's big. This show has really confined itself to the hinterlands so far, so this is really novel. I had no clue anything this big existed in the Avatar universe.

Complete nitpick time! Given that earthbending is a thing that exists, why bother making things out of stone with individual tiles like this?

Single most threatening musical sting of the whole show so far goes to an overly smiley tour guide.

Wow! I hate this lady already!

"Oh, Ba Sing Se has many walls! There are the ones outside, protecting us, and the ones inside, protecting us from smelly poors!"

"In case someone brings home a lady friend!" Do you know your nephew AT ALL?

Both Iroh and Zuko are right. Life does happen everywhere and without your permission. But, the city is also remarkably prison-like.

He got them jobs in an afternoon. AN AFTERNOON. Stop it Iroh, you're making me feel inadequate.

Once a fuckboy, always a fuckboy. This particular leopard can't change his spots, no matter how he tries to dress up his actions in a new law-abiding veneer. I feel sorry for Smellerbee. Her faith in her leader isn't exactly being rewarded.

So... is there a law on the books that makes being a firebender illegal in Ba Sing Se? Because the head-in-the-sand vibe I'm getting from Judy makes me think that the average citizen doesn't even know there's a reason to dislike the Fire Nation. Iroh and Zuko could probably bend as openly as a waterbender or an earthbender could here.

This whole being handled thing must be dredging up some pretty nasty feelings for Toph. This is specifically what she left behind.

Speaking of precisely targeted torture, Judy is engineered to be as irritating to Sokka as possible. Man of action versus Lady of script.

What a productive use of time! What an exemplary case of turning over a new leaf!

Iroh buddy I have news for you regarding the ingredients of tea.

That's like the nicest thing a member of the Fire Nation royal family has said all year.

How to get Iroh's ass in gear: Step 1: Make insulting tea. Step 2: There is no step 2.

I thought that little thingy in the background was one of those electricity things.

The attention to detail in this show is stupid. There's a moving reflection of the carriage in the water as it goes past.

Hi forbidden city!

Ba Sing Se has a morality police?

I've already run out of patience with the city and I'm 7 minutes in. I haven't even made it to a commercial break yet!

Their house is cute but the veranda is so substantial that it's probably really dark inside. Also there's a pumpkin hood ornament on the roof.

I don't think you can stop there for a month. Have you guys forgotten the now-doubled ticking clock? Eclipse and comet?

Oh ok we're doing 1984 now. Damn. This show goes places.

I stand corrected. Everyone knows about the war and would be appropriately non-welcoming to firebending. But not openly. This could be like one of those Bugs Bunny bits where he traps someone in societal rules. If someone told a firebender not to bend, all they would have to do to get the guy off their case would be to ask why they aren't supposed to be firebending. What's the guy going to say, because there's a war on?

Shout out to Pong for doing the Gaang a solid and providing the only useful info since they've arrived.

There is something very Gollum-like about Jet, crouched in laundry on a roof in the dark, talking to his stolen spark rocks.

Sokka. Feet off the artwork.

Time for Toph to weaponise her oppressive upbringing and out-fancy the fancies in the name of ending the war.

Aang can master an element in a couple of months but a qualified expert declared manners to be beyond him.

I just realised that Sokka and Katara don't have a last name.

Sneaking into a Bear's (JUST Bear's) birthday party may be the single least violent infiltration attempt in the show so far.

Smellerbee is very articulate, and it's rare that this show spells out its themes so obviously. No metaphors, just "you're obsessed. It's not healthy." And Jet still doesn't get it. Maybe Smellerbee should have tried metaphors.

Normally glowy green stuff is bad news, but all of Ba Sing Se's green lighting is surprisingly cozy.

Sometimes, rarely but sometimes, Zuko has to put up with a lot of nonsense.

A raise? Did I miss a timeskip?

Busting in to a local business, yelling about the enemy, pulling out a lethal weapon: How to Look Sane, A Guide by Jet.

Customers, amirite?

I guess the Bei Fongs are too minor as nobles?

"You don't know what I had to do to get seats this near the bear!" but I want to.

I know this guy's voice from something.

Momo ghost plan. I want it.

Pretty funny that the busboys plan works better than the fancy ladies plan. Goes to show you should always play to your strengths.

Get de-wheated punk.

I'm not sure I've rooted for Zuko this wholeheartedly since The Storm.

Jet be like.

Judy is not good at her job. Like really not good. Her insistence on getting out of there before they cause a scene caused the scene. Nice going!

The music slowing down when Judy's face falls is really effective.

You ever get the feeling that it should be Aang who ran away to the circus rather than Ty Lee?

Actually a travelling circus would be a great way to be, and remain, an incognito airbender. Aang should have done that rather than frozen himself. Ok I'm not sure how much say he had in that, but you know what I mean.

For the first time in his life, Zuko has people take his side. It's too bad that it's based on a lie, but it must feel nice.

I would have preferred if Zuko had a clean win against Jet - they're both great with swords, but I thought Zuko was better - but an assist from the funky hat police works too.

I'm getting some funky vibes from the funky hat police.

Bye! I won't miss you!

The face on the guy on the left is the funniest part of this episode.

Now these are some funky hats.

I know this scene is supposed to be scary and tense and action-packed, but I can't get over the fact that the king just did a drive by. They carried him in one side and out the other. This concludes the King's presence at his Bear's birthday party. He's a very busy man, you see.

Long Fang's title keeps getting fancier.

Brain washing crops up quite a lot in kids' cartoons. This is not the first time I've seen this plot beat.

Forget the Fire Lord. Forget the Fire Nation. Long Fang just threatened Appa. Long Fang has to die now.

The Judys are replaceable. Given everything else this city seems ok with, they're probably disposable too. Yikes!

Final Thoughts

This episode was probably the most expository I've seen this season. Maybe even the whole show. It was a big infodump with barely any humour. Actually that's wrong; there was humour, but not to my taste.

Jet is infuriating as usual. I think the writers are going for the villainous decay trope, because smooth-talking season one Jet hasn't reappeared once.

I feel really sorry for Smellerbee and the archer guy. I wonder if they even wanted to go to Ba Sing Se in the first place.

Once again, for the third episode in a row, Zuko is one of, if not the, most reasonable character. Season one shouty Zuko is gone. Is this what I think it is? Has Zuko really turned a corner? If so, I'm liking (rather, disliking less) this new Zuko. This is good. I'm also surprised, because in my experience, if you want to domesticate someone, you don't put them in a customer-facing role. That will have the opposite effect and make them turn feral.

Iroh is having too much fun. It's good for him to have something of his own going on. I think he's been in Zuko wrangling mode 24/7 for the last two? three? years, so he definitely deserves to pursue his own interests for a bit. But I can't see Zuko being a tea boy for long before he's back to needing wrangling.

What's the long term plan though? Are Zuko and Iroh going to live the rest of their lives in Ba Sing Se? Are they waiting for something? Are Iroh and Zuko functionally dead, with Lee and Mushi taking their place?

I will give the show credit for finally coming up with and antagonistic force that Aang & company can't just bend or talk into submission. Bureaucratic tomfoolery covering for authoritarian censorship and information suppression and re-education was not something I'd ever have expected in this show, because it's a little too much like the real world, if you know what I mean.

I don't like seeing our heroes unable to triumph, so this episode was kind of uncomfortable to watch. It felt off the whole way through, which I credit to that creepy music box tune that played throughout. The soundtrack of this episode was a cut above what I usually hear in this show. I noticed it more than I usually do, and I mean that in a good way.

As someone who'd be lucky to pass as a busboy, upper class intrigue and social games stuff doesn't do it for me, so this wasn't an episode I was going to enjoy anyway. I preferred the B plot with Zuko and Iroh, for the sheer absurdity of the concept. Imagine you're in 1950s London, having barely survived the Blitz, and you come across Himmler working in a pub. It's so odd that it almost wraps back around to normal again.

I didn't find this episode very enjoyable. I don't like the forced inactivity that's been imposed on the Gaang. The humour was not to my taste. The worldbuilding was substantial, but - probably thanks to Joo Dee, whose name I've definitely been misspelling - it felt inorganic, like a lecture. Which the writers do lampshade by making Joo Dee sound like one of those audio guide things you rent from tourist attractions. But lampshading a fault does not make a fault go away.

Thanks to what happens to Jet, I know that the people of Ba Sing Se don't dare even think about the war, for their own safety. But after spending more than half a season being shown every type of refugee and victim of war in other parts of the Earth Kingdom, I could not bring myself to give a flying fuck over Pong's concern for keeping his house. The city is frustrating, the officials are frustrating, their priorities are beyond frustrating. Zuko was right when he said he didn't want to make a life there, although I did find the lower ring where Zuko and Iroh are to be far more comfortable than the high ring where the gaang is.

This episode makes me want to bite something.

And still no Appa.

[swampstew]

Trafalgar Law, B-6 ~ Master/Servant

Summary: Part 3 to Trafalgar Law as a Fylgja: A supernatural being associated with fate, usually an omen of one’s impending doom, who can shapeshift - his favorite form is a Snow Leopard. You're his new little pet and this a little treat on how your life with Law would be.

Part 1 | Part 2 Author's note: This needs to the final part for Fylgja Law, I'm exorcising him from my brain space and back into the friendzone where he belongs (for me, Raven, personally.)

Warnings: Spicy, pet play kink, master/servant relationship, Monster Law, hybrid Law/leopard form. Adding dead dove in case people take issue with monster fucking/hybrid fucking or whatever. Word Count: 643

Law is quick to bring you into his home. He doesn’t mind you keeping the apartment if you want, but he wants you around at all times when he has the time to be home. Being a Fylgja and moonlighting as a surgeon means he seldom has down time. Any time he does, he wants to spend it with you.

When he’s gone, you do whatever you want to entertain yourself in his absence. You won’t need to work because his pay is phenomenal, but if you do its fine by him – so long as you wear a token of his ownership on you. A stunning golden choker with a dangling crystal heart charm. Never take it off unless you want to be in the doghouse.

You take care of his place when you’re under that roof, not because he expects you to but you do it anyways, and you always wear your cat ears – that’s the only rule. Your real catsuit only comes out whenever its play time. He loves shopping for you too, absolutely adores seeing you wear the outfits he buys.

He always starts by having you change into your ‘house’ outfit, the same outfit he gifted you that first day he made you his pet. He washes your hands and feet, drying them with a soft towel before slipping your gloves and socks on. He slips on your panties and bra and you admire the way he restrains himself when his eyes eat you up with a predatory gaze. If you give him a teasing look he’ll flick your cat ear and give your ass a slap. Law looks ravenous by the time he clips on your collar. Before he can indulge – can’t forget your tail plug.

Law will make you purr, hiss, mewl, and downright yowl with what he knows about the human body. He wasn’t an expert at first but when he figured out your cues he was on them like a hound. Loves taking care of his Kitten, in every single way. He saved you and now you’re all his so he wants to spoil and protect you.

He’ll fuck you however you want. Human form, hybrid form – he’s game for anything, he’ll make sure to never hurt you and heavily enforces safe words and check-ins to make sure you’re not lying to him or yourself about being in situations you may not enjoy. Enjoys watching you in the mirror, alone, with him, him making you pleasure yourself, he just loves watching you and watching himself fuck into you. It releases a deep growling that normally doesn’t come out during any other times you are together.

If you’ve ever in your life thought – I wish I could quit everything and become someone’s pet, Law’s the guy you want to be adopted by.

Also: the King of Aftercare. He knows that he’s rough sometimes, especially when he’s shapeshifted (oh yeah, he’ll appeal to your appetite if you want a different breed of cat. Or marine animal), so he performs medical care under the guise of aftercare but honestly you don’t mind it much. He disguises his prodding for discomfort as massaging your muscles, ‘stretching you for the next round’ to make sure nothing is broken or sprained, applies several kisses to remedy any scratches or bite, and teases you with playful snatching of comfort items to check for concussions or brain damage. He’s a natural worrier.

But then – the snacks he brings, taking charge of clean up, the vibe he sets to just hang out with you in post-sex comfort, making you laugh and feel cherished as he feeds you little bites and just talks with you. He might treat you like a plaything, a pet, but make no mistake, you’re his little house cat. He’s in it for life. Well, the rest of your life anyway.

13 tiles to go, 37 calls made so far.

[b4mpyre-k1zz3s]

Life of the Party

Steve meets the love of his life in a way only he could.

Steve-O X Fem!Reader

(Fluff, Angst)

1.2k Words

Warnings: Suggestive content, heavy drug use, alcohol, crude language, bimbo y/n, makeouts, minimal plot, blood

An: This fic was inspired in large part by this song! Besides liking Nu-Metal, I have a passion for 90s rave tracks and accidentally stumbled upon this song one day. I had wanted to write a fic about Steve and a fun, party girl who could match his energy for a while, but this one took a bit of a dark turn while I was writing it! I’m on a Steve kick what can I say XD Nonetheless, thank you for requesting fics and please keep the requests coming! :)

“Yo, yo- dude.” Out of the blue, one of Steve’s buddies pulled him aside in the midst of some house party with a hand on his shoulder, “I got this chick you gotta meet.” Normally he would be pretty annoyed at this- there was a whole crowd of people around him waiting for him to down the thing of bong water he was holding, but he was feeling nice and had enough booze in his system to make him chill but not enough yet to make him an asshole. Fuck it, why not? So he followed him, squeezing past dense crowds while wondering why this dude seemed so damn excited to introduce him to this lady.

That’s when Steve saw you, leaning against a wall with a bottle of something dark in your hand. Looking you up and down, he felt compelled to make himself presentable by dusting off the little bits of burnt hair on his scalp from the backflip moneyball he did when he jumped off the roof earlier. Big hair, shiny red high heels, leopard print mini dress- this girl was classy, the splitting image of the kind of girls that usually go for him. Your gaze flitted over to him as he approached you and whatever conversation you were having was immediately halted. “Oh my god- are you Steve-O?” Chuckling, he nodded, your excitement doing wonders for his ego, “Yeah, baby! You a fan?” Splaying out your glittery manicure on his chest, your dark, mascaraed eyelashes flared out around your saucer-big eyes as you leaned in, “Of course! I love you!” Christ. Well it’s not like he could say no to that. Steve grinned, “You wanna go have some fun?”

“I would love to!” You giggled, lifting up the bottle in your hand, the amber liquid sloshing as you held it out to him, “Can I buy you a drink?” Raising his eyebrows, Steve took the bottle from you, bringing it to his lips and taking a huge swig before throwing his arm around you, sighing. He dragged you over to the couch, flashing that sweet, boyish smile of his as he plopped down andfished around in the pocket of his camo shorts, wordlessly pulling out a ziploc baggie full of blow. Fuck yeah. There was something in the way your face lit up when he took that shit out that made Steve think that maybe this chick could keep up with him. “Whats’ur name?” As you sat down, he started drawing up a line with a credit card, licking the plastic edge clean once he got it how he wanted, and you were nearly drooling. Sure, booze was all nice, but after you had tried just about everything under the sun, you always thought coke was a classic and a necessity at parties like this. You spoke over the loud party music, “Y/N.”

A few hours later and shit started getting really fun. Steve couldn’t keep his hands off of you and you didn’t care, finding it really sweet when he asked to hold your hair back when you did your next line. “Don’t worry ‘bout it- I gotcha, baby…” His fingers tangled in your hair as he wiped the remnants of his last one from the bottom of his nose. You leaned down, inhaling deeply and feeling that telltale burn deep in the back of your throat. Pulling yourself up, you sniffed a couple times, your eyes watering as you felt something warm on your upper lip. A grin spread across Steve’s face as he reached out, gently grasping your chin to tilt your face towards his, smearing the blood that began to trickle from your nose, “Atta girl.” He thought it was cute, how blown out your pupils looked as you stared back at him with glassy eyes.

The sting all melted away both by the aid of the bottle the two of you passed back and forth until it ended up sitting empty on the coffee table and the rough kiss Steve then pulled you into, his tongue sloppily intermingling with yours. His mouth tasted like Jack Danniel’s and Newports, but you didn’t care. Your hands ran up and down his torso, hurriedly trying to find somewhere to stay. Steve smirked against your lips, pulling you closer as his hands slid down to your lower back. Your heartbeat picked up as he started to place open mouth kisses down your neck, not a single person at the party batted an eye at the obscene display the two of you were putting on. “Fuck…” He murmured against your chest, looking up at you with half lidded eyes, “Can I do one, like- off your boobs?” Giggling, you wrapped your arms around the back of Steve’s head. This guy was just too sweet.

He must’ve really hit the jackpot for this one. Never before in all of his years of being a guy on tv who liked to party sometimes had he met a girl so giddy for him to do blow off her tits. You laid back on the shitty couch someone probably found on a curb and Steve tugged down the top of your dress a little to get better access to your cleavage. It was weirdly sexy, watching how focused he looked as he lined it all up with that credit card from before, not even bothering with the rolled up dollar the two of you had been using. Sternum to collarbone, Steve did the massive line in one go before quickly capturing your lips in another fervent kiss, snaking a hand up the back of your neck to tangle into your hair and pull you closer. As he pulled away after what felt like forever, your breath came out in little pants against his skin.

Pulling Steve up to his feet, you wobbled a little, leaning against him to stabilize yourself as you murmured into his ear, “Y’wanna fuck?” His eyes went wide as he chuckled a little at the gall of this woman. Of course he did. Without hesitation, you two ducked down some hallway, running off to a secluded bedroom that belonged to whoever to continue what you were doing in private. The sounds of the party still filtered in after you closed the door, somewhat muted through the thin walls as you tumbled on the bed. Steve didn’t even bother to turn the lights on before he was on top of you, slotting himself between your legs as his hand found its way to the black lace hem of your skirt. You were clawing at his shirt and you had gotten it about halfway off by the time your dress was hiked up around your waist, the air swimming with hormones and human heat.

Suddenly, Steve felt you freeze before going limp underneath him. Confused at your reaction in contrast to your previous eagerness, he stopped for a second, trying to listen for any repose or signs of life. You were breathing, but pretty softly- did she…? Oh shit. This girl just fell asleep after doing three lines. Steve would be impressed if you hadn’t passed out right before you were going to fuck him. Groaning, he rolled over to lay next to you, wiping away the red lipstick that was smeared across his face and thinking about how he bet this kind of shit doesn’t happen to Chris as he slowly drifted off to sleep himself.

[alexanderlightweight]

I am IN LOVE with dragon Alec and snow leopard Magnus 🙈 They are so cuddly and so cute and adorable. I’d love to please see kinda jealous Alec when he meets Chairman….or maybe Alec realising his feelings for Magnus? (sexual or not, I think I saw he was demi somewhere?). Thank you! This mini fic is such a treat <3

i'm glad you love it so much! i also am loving writing it so i'm happy to write more! i love all my verses, mind you, but there is just something about character who can shift into animals that i just love. i also love predator/prey vibes as well so they tie in well together.

also i love exploring the difference in instincts etc.

(i write demi-alec into pretty much anything. it's actually the walls of adoration, claws of desperation. i mentioned he's 'super-demi' in that verse (kind of like i'm always ace but sometimes i'm super-ace - @saeths says this makes sense and agrees that this happens w/me frequently).

but yeah it's probably going to take Magnus to make a move because Alec is like just going to follow his lead and will probably wake up naked and curled up with Magnus at some point - and this will have been happening for weeks at this point - and realize he's incredibly sexually interested in Magnus. before that, he just wanted to have sex cause he enjoyed the intimacy of it and adores Magnus and thinks he's beautiful and likes being as close to him as possible and he also loves being able to help magnus feel good.

Magnus before Alec realizes he's sexually attracted to magnus: sleeping with alexander is amazing

magnus after alec realizes he's sexually attracted to magnus: sleeping with alexander is amazing but neither of us are going to be able to keep this pace

... yeah i started rambling again. oops. (saeth teases me because i wrote 'just one more sentence in one of my ask answers' and then proceeded to write paragraphs more)

but anyways, i hope you enjoy

<3 lumine

ps - ask your ace friends if they know if love game by lady gaga is a sex song. if they say no??? wdym??? they're super ace. -@saeths

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It’s the screaming the alerts Magnus to a problem.

Well, the yowling really.

He looks up from his book and over to see if whatever cat fight on his balcony is happening has upset Alexander, except his boy is no longer there.

Magnus snaps the book shut with a scowl, because he’s Magnus Fucking Bane and yet he can’t even corral his own fucking dragon long enough to read a chapter.

If Alexander has once again slipped away to the roof, Magnus will be tempted to destroy the damn thing. Or, more likely, turn his entire loft into a garden so that Alexander won’t ever need to leave wherever Magnus is.

Before he can hunt down his dragon however, he has to deal with the still screaming cats.

Or at least, that is the plan until there is a sudden roar, the kind that makes even Magnus’ spine tingle with the promise of a powerful predator.

Magnus waits for a moment and then he sighs, pinching his nose before he walks around the balcony to the other side, where the cats are.

Or… where the cats should be.

Alexander is sitting, looking smug and caracal sized as he preens, watching the alley below.  Magnus steps close and looks over, staring at the ten or so cats fleeing his building.

“Was that really necessary?” Magnus asks, intending it to be a tease and he’s given an affronted, irritated scowl. It’s adorable on Alexander in such a small form but Magnus winces mentally, because apparently it was necessary.

Alexander doesn’t normally look at him so seriously.

“They were encroaching.” Alexander bites out, shifting to human form, his scowl looking even more like a pout as he crosses his arms over his chest and leans against the railing. “Trespassing.”

Magnus would love to point out that Alexander was also originally a trespasser, but since he’s still trying to slowly figure out how to keep Alexander close, he chooses not to.

“They’re stray cats, treasure.” Magnus murmurs, because he’s noticed that Alexander enjoys specific terms of endearment.

Things that reference power, riches, hoards… all the things’ dragons adore.

“They’re vermin.” Alexander sulks, giving Magnus a petulant look, “they’ve been shedding all over you.”

Magnus pauses as he suddenly has a better understanding of the problem and it sends a thrill through him, at the idea that Alexander is jealous of all things.

“You’re absolutely correct,” Magnus snaps his fingers as he speaks, ignoring Alexander’s suddenly skeptical glower. “Absolute vermin, pests.” And then, because he knows exactly how to distract him, he adds, “do you know, darling? I think they might not be here for the milk, perhaps they’re actually after the koi.”

Alexander — who is incredibly protective of the magical fish who provide him snacks — turns back, glaring at the now empty alley below and he’s hissing.

Magnus wasn’t aware the human body was capable of making noises like that and he reminds himself to brew some good tea with honey.

“At least you’d never harm my koi,” Magnus teases, because he adores his little trespassing dragon. Alexander barely hears him, too focused on the street below. Magnus watches him for a minute and then sighs, reaching out to rest a hand on his shoulder. “Come treasure, back inside.”

Alexander doesn’t turn, even though the soothing tone Magnus uses normally works to coax him. He shakes his head, still glaring with slightly glowing eyes at the street below.

“Alexander—” Magnus purrs as he presses a little closer, pressing the warmth of his body against his boy, “the fire is on. Come with me.”

“I’m staying here, to make sure whatever you did works.” Alexander looks stubbornly apologetic, and Magnus doesn’t even let the doubt bother him, too shocked to care.

“You are not staying out here all night, watching to make sure the cats don’t come back.”

“They’re after the koi, Magnus.” Alexander looks as if he’s ready to turn back into dragon form and go hunt them down and Magnus reminds himself — once again — to never underestimate a dragon’s devotion to their snacks.

“Alexander, they’re not going to come back. I fixed the tear that let them in.” Magnus doesn’t realize he’s said something wrong until Alexander turns, looking absolutely shocked.

“You were purposefully letting them in?” Alexander seems almost betrayed and a little horrified and he’s giving Magnus a look that Magnus isn’t sure he likes.

“You left a hole in your home, in your lairs defenses, on purpose?”

Magnus swallows because he’s very aware right now that Alexander is judging him and it’s not a feeling he finds he enjoys.  Normally, the judgment of others slides off of his back, but he finds he feels rather helpless in this moment. Magnus is powerful enough that he doesn’t have to worry about such a little thing, but Alexander is looking at him with something that borders on mistrust.

It’s with a sinking feeling that Magnus remembers how ardently and viciously dragons protect their hoards. To have such an opening, purposefully no less, in the heart of Magnus’ lair must seem like the worst kind of incompetence.

—

Alec is fuming and not only because the little vermin stealing into his hoard’s home have been leaving their disgusting scent about.

Magnus is clearly unaware of how amazing and valuable he is. 

If he had any idea, he wouldn’t leave any possible way into his lair, especially not purposefully.

It’s one thing for Alec to slip past Magnus’ amazing, beautiful and intricate wards — he’s traipsed through Idris enough times to bask in Lake Lynn to be assured that he’s never met a ward he can’t cross — but for vermin?

Magnus is leaving himself open to all sorts of danger and he doesn’t even seem to realize it.

You don’t leave treasures up to chance. You protect them, viciously, devotedly, obsessively.

You give your treasures all of yourself to hoard them and you leave nothing to fate.

Alec has seen how well guarded the things Magnus values are.

Out of all the treasures in his house, the one most in danger from such a flaw would be Magnus himself.  Which means that Magnus doesn’t value himself the way Alec knows he deserves and should be.

It’s almost heartbreaking and Alec can’t help the soft croon that leaves his throat.

How is he ever going to be able to let Magnus leave his side, when he can’t trust Magnus to protect himself above all else.

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Loyalty to Royalty

Erik!Stevens x OC

Part Seven

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Princess Imani was the black sheep of her family, never really fitting the female royal type. When an arranged marriage between Prince   N'Jadaka and her is set up, she tries her hardest to get away... but she just can’t.

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Being back home, she was missing Erik. He and T'Challa had their own thing going on as she did too. As her being the Silver Leopard, she and Nakia infuriated a sex trafficking's ring down in South Africa that she caught wind on. She was most definitely was feeling the after affects of that mission, especially right after traveling between the states and home.

"So, how did you like America?" Amarah asked her.

"Honestly, I had so much fun. The food there was so good but I know I gained a few pounds." she said as they sat in the dinning room eating the Oxtail stew that Imani made. "Though they had so many cars. Like... it was unbelievable but it made sense. Everything was so far from each other." she said grabbing her napkin and wiping her face.

"Yeah when we went I noticed that too. I just thought because they were lazy." Amarah chuckled.

"I do too until I seen it. Even I wasn't going to walk that far." Imani stated. Amarah sighed before saying,

"Imani I should tell you something." Imani looked at her in a state that told her to go on but Oshana came in, a tad bit shocked that the two was sitting at the table.

"Hello mother." Amarah said with no emotion.

"Daughter." Oshana acknowledged then looked between the two. "What were you guys talking about?" she asked, confused on why the two of them were talking.

"My trip to America." Imani stated drinking her glass of wine. "I am excited on going back."

"Surprising. It seems like the politicians don't really seem to be a fan of you." she stated crossing her arms.

"Conservatives don't. I think everyone else was pleased." she stated looking up at her as she scoffed.

"Maybe because of the Prince. But you didn't really-"

"Mother just stop." Amarah snapped at her. Oshana looked at her daughter in shock. Almost like she was betrayed by the action. "There is no need for you to be so critical right now. Let's just be glad she made it home safe." Imani looked at Amarah in shock before looking at Oshana.

"Hmm... it seems like you guys weren't just in here talking about America. If you were talking about-"

"Ima cut you off there. You do not run through my mind enough for that." Imani responded to her. At this point, Oshana wasn't caring about Imani and what she was saying. She was shocked about the fact that Amarah replied to her in such a way. She heard the kitchen phone ring as she stood up answering it.

"Imani speaking." she answered.

"Princess Imani! It's Council Jean! Your father is not well! He collapsed at the meeting is on his way to the hospital!" he yelled in the phone as her world stopped.

"What happened to him!" she exclaimed, but her ears heard something.

That's when Imani heard something on the roof. With her eye twitching, she moved the phone. "Council Jean, the palace is under attack..." she whispered.

"Princess is everyone okay?" he exclaimed.

"Send help..." she whispered into the phone before hanging up. "Something is wrong with father." she whispered to them. "Stay behind me, understood?" she warned them. The looked at her confused, before she grabbed a few knives off the table.

"Please Imani, what are you going to actually doing that?" her mother whispered yell. Ignoring her, she heard the footsteps come closer before she through the knife at an angle, down the hall.

She heard a man yell before she ran around the corner seeing two men in all black gear with guns. She grabbed one of their guns in attempt to yank it but he held on to it, the gun going off and bullets hitting the ceiling. Kicking him into the stomach and having him fly through the window breaking the glass. She unloaded the gun before sliding it across hall before she was slammed against the wall, her head hitting it. The man had the in attempt to stab her, the man was about 150 more pounds heavier. She used her leg to wrap around his leg moving her body weight to the floor as he flipped with her. The knife slid across the floor as he flipped her off of him, with her getting back onto her feet in a fighting stance. He stood up, shocked by how fast she was up.

"I don't know who you are, but you are making a bad decision." she warned him.

"Says a lot coming from you." He pulled a pistol out in attempt to shoot but with her reflexes, she tacked him by the feet as the gun went off.

"AMARAH!!!" She heard her mother yell, as she heard Amarah fall to the floor.

She grabbed the gun that she slid before hitting him in the head three good times sending him to the floor. Making sure that they weren't getting up, she ran to Amarah and saw that the bullet hit her in the chest.

"No no no no no." she examined her and saw that there was no exit wound. "GIVE ME YOUR SCARF!" she yelled at Oshana forcing her to hand over her scarf.

"I-I need to call for help!" she exclaimed standing up.

"No! There are no telling how many people are here. We need to move somewhere else to be safe!" she whispered yelled in order. "They were able to sneak pass the King guards on the outside.." she reminded her. "Lemme take her into the wine cooler." she whispered. She picked her up bridal style before they snuck her into the wine cooler, hearing more foot steps above.

Grabbing one of the beads that Erik gave her, she called him.

"Hey gorgeous, I miss-"

"Erik, our palace is under attack." she whispered, holding the scarf on Amarah wound.

"By who!?" he yelled as she heard stuff ruffling.

"I think Americans. I heard an American accent." she whispered. That's when she heard more glass breaking. "There are too many of them, I wont be able to take them and Amarah is in bad condition." she took another bead off before placing it in her wound, her gasping sounds slowly went down as the vibranium went through her system.

"Where are the guards that-"

"They attacked from the roof. We have no way of reaching the out side."

"We're on our way now!"

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In turn of events, no longer

(Y/N) sat in the chair in the hospital room as she starred at the two bodies that were on the tables, covered. She was still covered in blood, too deep into her thoughts. She didn't realize that her friends were outside talking about her.

"You don't tell me that this is a coincidence." Okoye whispered. "This would have been Wakanda if we didn't have the shield to protect us. Now their King is dead."

"We need to cancel out any other possible theories before we jump the gun and say it was the American's." T'Challa stated, Erik scoffed.

"Nigga, it was definitely America. I seen the footage of the fighting style and the guns. It was most definitely either a black op unit or a seal unit." Erik mentioned. "They were caught surprised because of her strength and wasn't able to take her down." Erik reminded him about the herb that ran through her body.

"I hate to say this, but it isn't suppose to be Amarah on that table. It was supposed to be Imani. The true heir to the throne." Nakia said looking at T'Challa.

"What we need to do is protect her, and protect the lands in Kambaho that has the vibranium. I've already talked to Shuri and the border tribe on what we could do to protect their citizens." T'Challa stated. They were about to say something but the door opened and Imani walked out, still in her gray dress with Amarah's blood.

"Imani beloved, let's get you cleaned up." Nakia whispered to her in a soft tone, but Imani stopped her handing her two tubes of blood.

"My father requested not to have an autopsy when he passed in belief that it would interfere with his crossover with the ancestors. These are mine and his blood samples." she handed them to her as Nakia looked at her confused.

"I'm confused, why-"

"I had the hospital clear out the basement labs for you to work. Can you find any abnormalities?" Imani asked.

"I thought that the Americans didn't get to you?" Okoye stated.

"No, I believe Oshana was working with the Americans to assassinate us." she said.

"Imani.. right now you shouldn't focus on this. You need to-" Erik went to touch her but she stepped back before yelling,

"No!" she exclaimed catching everyone off guard. "N-No, the Americans have no way of poisoning us unless they have an inside person to do so. When they attacked the palace, they knew exactly where to go and where we would be. Not only that, they were attacking and only jumping me. She-" She pointed at Amarah's dead body. "That happened by accident. I'm supposed to be on that table" Sighing, she scratched her forehead.

"If my father and I had died, the person to heir the throne would be Oshana and then her daughter. She would get what she wanted and so would the American's. Their assassination of me failed and I need to confirm it before I take further action." she told him. Nakia looked down at the tubes before grabbing them.

"If what she says is to be true, this is an obvious act of war." Okoye responded.

"It doesn't make sense. Why poison you if they were just going to come in and shoot?" Erik asked. "Seems a tad bit over-kill." he finished.

"Yeah... I have a few questions I need to ask Oshana."

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In the bunker that was miles from the castle, held Oshana. She was told for her protection. Erik and she entered the room as Oshana stood up.

"Where is Amorah!?" she exclaimed.

"She is-"

"She is in critical condition." Imani lied, cutting Erik off. Erik looked at her, catching on to what she was doing. "Wakanda health team is doing everything in their power to save her," she replied as she let out a relieved sigh.

"And my husband?" she asked.

"He's doing okay." Imani choked. She saw the disappointment in Oshana's eyes, but easily covered it up.

"Thank goodness," she said sitting down.

"We do have a few questions for you Oshana. There are some gaps in these events that aren't making any sense." Erik replied sitting across from her. She scoffed.

"What is this, an interrogation?"

"No, but we have to clear up every playing field that there could be a chance that the attempted assassination of my father and I," Imani stated as she looked at her.

"You mean the attempted assassination of my daughter and your father." she corrected her but she shook her head.

"See here is the thing. I'm not stupid. When we were attacked, they only attacked me." she said in a matter-of-fact tone. "In which I had to fight them off," she stated.

"Actually, about that. How were you able to do that?" Oshana asked leaning onto the table.

"Training with the Dora Milije proves to be very beneficial," she stated.

"I saw you throw almost a damn near 200-pound man into a window and shatter it. Ain't no amount of training in the world can do that," she told her. She was about to respond to the statement, but Erik handed her the tablet before looking at it.

The results for both her and her father came up. Cyanide was present in both her and her father's toxicology tests. He leaned down whispering in her ear,

"Even though the herb can protect you, we need to get you to a medical bay just to be sure. Cyanide is dangerous even with the herb," he whispered to her. She nodded looking back at him.

He knew that she was asking for a few more minutes with her before he nodded. "Oshana, I do have a question myself." He asked sitting beside her. "We took a toxicology report on both the King and Imani only to find cyanide in his systems. Do you know anything about it?" Erik asked her. One thing about Imani, she could read people like a children's book. It came to her easily.

The nervousness that Oshana attempted to hide ran through straight across Erik, but Imani caught it.

"Impossible if both the King and Princess had that in their systems they would be dead. And they are alive," she said pointing to Imani.

"Yeah about that..." Imani sighed. "My father is dead..." she snapped at her. The glimmer in her eyes was everything that concluded what she wanted.

"No..." she whispered standing up, creating a show. "No!" she exclaimed, thinking that Imani was next. Imani rolled her eyes, peeping at the exaggeration of her performance.

"How would Cynanide be discovered in his system?" she asked as Oshana scoffed.

"The hell if I know," she exclaimed. Imani nodded before standing.

"That's okay," she said picking up the rest of her stuff. "We will be talking to the people that decided to attack the palace," she said, she and Erik walking towards the door.

"Good luck with that. The black op units are trained not to talk Imani!" she yelled after her. Erik was already out the door before she said that, Imani was still inside the room but with the door open.

"How do you know it was the black ops," she yelled out. Realizing what she said the two of them turned around.

"How do you know it was the American Black ops?" Imani asked her. Standing there silent and in shock she exposed what she knew, Imani turned around to look at Erik. She then turned around and looked at Oshana. "Don't wanna answer that's fine. You can blame them for the death of your daughter also." A gasp escaped Oshana's lips as she stood up.

"You fucking winch. You lied about my fucking daughter!" she screamed with tears in her eyes. "You fucking monster with no empathy, you will die and burn for your sins." Within a split second, the door was shut, locked, and barricaded by a bar that even Erik couldn't get into. She walked closer to her as Erik banged on the metal door, attempting to get it open.

"You see him?" she asked pointing towards Erik and the guards attempting to get it open. "They think I'm about to kill you. I'm not going to lie I'm very tempted to do so," she responded as Oshana looked at her shocked.

"I know you killed my father and attempted to kill me you soulless beast," she whispered to her. "I know about the cyanide in my system," she told her.

"You would be dead if that-" she grabbed the end of the table throwing it against the wall. It caught Oshana off guard, and fear struck through her body.

"You killed my father... and your own daughter. You are the only person that's considered a fucking monster." she snapped at her, but Oshana stood up.

"Blasphemy! I did not kill my daughter. I did-"

"You may have not pulled the trigger, but you sure as hell gave them the gun," she whispered to her. Oshana looked at her in shock. "You get no sympathy from me. Sure you might get 15-30 years from killing your daughter, but killing the King. You might as well make peace with death."

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She sat in the room on the bed as Nakia did tests and gave her treatment to counteract the poison. "Nakia I feel okay, just let me go." she groaned sitting in the bay of the Wakanda Medical Research Center in the middle of the Indian Ocean.

"And that is why I can't let you go," Nakia replied handing her the test results. "You are the one and only person that has experienced cyanide poisoning with the herb. We gotta keep a close eye on you." Nakia finished as Shuri jumped in.

"The herb could be preventing any type of symptoms from showing up in hopes of saving you, but the poison itself could be working through your bloodstream and not showing any symptoms because of the herb," Shuri said looking at her. "All we are doing is protecting the true heir to the throne. If you die, Evil stepmama takes place." she joked as Imani rolled her eyes playfully.

"So far, vitals are good. We want to keep you here for a couple of more days. Keep an eye on you for the next couple of days just to confirm you are okay." Nakia said rubbing her back.

"Days? I need to make a press conference about my father and Amorah.!" she exclaimed.

"I got that in control," Erik replied grabbing her hand. "As the future king, I'll make the statement about what happened. We will tell the people that you are under quarantine and watch because of the potential poisoning." Erik stated as she shook her head.

"That won't work," Okoye said taking the words out of her mouth. "Cyanide is a poison that can kill any human. Considering she is a human with powers, it won't work because then people will know about the herb." Okoye said. "Plus, killing the King and his stepdaughter is an act of war. We can't lie and say it's something else. She takes the throne, they'll just attempt to kill her also." Okoye mentioned.

"Plus, Americans can twist the truth. Say she killed all of them in hopes of establishing the power of the throne. It's not a good look." Nakia mentioned. Imani held her face in her hands, tears rushing down her face.

For the first time in her life, she was stuck and didn't know how to become unstuck.

All of them looked at each other, knowing what they had to do. "My love, I think you need to come clean about who you are.." Erik trailed off before Imani looked at him.

"I can't," she whispered shaking her head.

"Imani, it's the only way that the world will believe you," Erik stated.

"No!" she exclaimed catching everyone off guard. "My people will know that I kept this from them, and so will the people and council of Wakanda. I can't let you risk that, They will deem me ass untrustworthy," she told Erik and looked at T'Challa.

"I can't let either of you risk that," she told them looking between the two of them.

"You must have forgotten but I'm the king. I made that call because I trusted you." T'Challa told her. "At this point, it's time we come clean,"

"I hate to bud in, but you knew this was going to happen eventually. happened. Though the council will be upset, we can present them with the benefits of you having the herb." Okoye stated.

"With that attack on Kambaho, it wouldn't be surprising if they are going to show hostility towards us. Approaching them with this, and having three people rulers with the herb, we have more than protection." Erik comforted her, rubbing her back.

She wiped her tears, her sadness overtaken with anger as she stared at the blank wall. "Once I'm released, I will make my way to the Wakanda and Kambaho council." she replied, Okoye and T"Challa nodded.

"We do have the Americans in holding. Okoye and I will be questioning them while you get some rest for the next couple of days." Erik said playing with her hair. "You guys, give us a minute," Erik said standing up. Everybody exited the bay, leaving the two of them alone.

"A lot is happening," she whispered to him.

"I know," he said sitting on the bed beside her. Though she was precise with everything she did, she couldn't help but get anxious when too much was happening at the same time. It didn't help her situation that she was a sitting duck.

Her father had died, her country was under attack, she herself was poisoned, she was in line to become Queen now and she had to come out about who she was.

"I don't even know what to do." she sighed putting her head in her hands, in complete defeat. Tears rushed down her face as she tried to get a grip on herself but she couldn't help it.

"Mani.. calm down my love.." he tried to comfort her but she snapped at him.

"I can't freaking calm down!" she yelled before she instantly regretted it. "I'm sorry Erik, I didn't mean to be so hostile but this- this is a lot. I have so much on my plate and my father isn't even here too" she stopped herself before making the realization that her father was no longer with her.

"Oh my..." she put her hand on her chest, her breathing beginning to hitch. "A-And my dad is dead." she cried as Erik grabbed her, pulling her into his chest. "My dad is dead!" she screamed into Erik's chest. Erik seeing her like this made a feeling of rage and anger he had never felt before since his father was found dead.

Someone was going to pay for this.

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Shumori chapter 4

TW: Diabolik Lovers, mental illness, panic/anxiety attack, SOMETHING

It seemed like Shu had barely closed his eyes when he had to open them again because of something out of a deja vu.

Reiji with the pot and ladle. For someone who was proud of his supposed maturity he sure liked to use children's tricks.

He was pretty sure this had happened before, exactly like this.

He proceeded to act the same as last time, until Reiji left to battle the others to get up. Shu looked around; the mansion looked very similar to its usual state, but something was off.

Who cares. If the time had come for it to crumble down today it couldn't be avoided, either way.

He walked around the living room, waiting for something to happen. A chandelier on the roof was suddenly making a lot of noise and apparently it wasn't a school day, but their father had informed Reiji via familiar they were supposed to go on a field trip and have a picnic.

What the fuck. Why the fuck.

The urge to climb onto the couch again was proportional to the one of having brunch with his brothers, but in the opposite direction.

There was something that kept him from going back to sleep though.

He hadn't forgotten the person he'd met at school. Edgar. He could try and sneak out of their lunch date to see him, a bit like during his childhood. He had to see him again.

Laito Sakamaki didn't want to get up either, but 5 more minutes dozing off beneath the green weighted blanket couldn't be achieved with the yelling he heard next door.

He had barely opened his still tired eyes; it was too early to yell, let alone doing something to be yelled at, but here they were.

-Kanato, please refrain from being ridiculous and wash your teeth even if the flavor doesn't suit your childish taste!

-Reiji, you don't understand! I can't just put this disgusting thing in my mouth and smell like it for hours!

Sometimes Laito wondered where humans had gotten the idea of vampires being the coolest creatures from.

Either way, hadn't this happened before..? Didn't they have this exact argument before some guys tried to obliterate them? He remembered they had even installed a new toothpaste, and that it tasted too sweet.

...Oh no! ... Was this a time regression? He hoped he hadn't died in that attack, and that this wasn't like that story about the time looper girl who constantly got murdered horribly by the end of a month in a small town and re-spawned at the beginning of the same month again, it was the last thing he needed!

He had done nothing to earn that torment! Sure, he hadn't been an angel, in fact, he could be pretty cruel. Alright, he might as well have earned it.

Sometimes he didn't know how to stop. And the rage about the fact there were people who hadn't been shattered as he'd been was too strong.

And since the time looper in the story was a really nice, cute person with heroic intentions, what could await him if this was the case?

He began to panic. It doesn't matter if he'd earned it, he still didn't want it! He needed to calm down and think of something, but he couldn't, his tainted world started to spin around counter clockwise and he reached into the closet to grab on to something, but his hand slipped and the door opened, throwing him onto the floor as a shadow with teeth and eyes in odd places came out of it.

He screamed for Ayato to help him.

-Why Ayato? -The last place that worked in his brain asked.

There was no answer.

He lay on his room's floor face up, paralyzed as the shadow creature stared down at him and expanded its tendrils, aimed at his neck...

-Oi, what the hell are you doing lying on the floor, screaming in your leopard underwear? Is this some kind of new fetish?

Ayato had opened the door; he seemed not to have seen the shadow.

Laito felt slightly embarrassed. Had he imagined that shadow? Must have been his mind, right? He quickly put on a recovered face, since the danger seemed to have passed.

-Oh Ayato! Would you know a fetish if it stared you on the face? -he laughed and Ayato got irritated- I'm glad you came to help me, but I think I might have just had a misunderstanding with my closet. -he smiled and grabbed the 1st clothes his hand found to put on.

Ayato lifted an eyebrow.

-Fine. -Ayato slammed Laito's door and protested about some kind of picnic their father had planned for that day to Reiji and Shu as if it was their fault.

Everything was okay, this was not a time loop situation. That shadow thing was concerning, but maybe it was nothing.

And a picnic didn't sound so bad, he'd just forget about the shadow and try to have fun. Hadn't that always worked, one way or another?

Maybe he'd try to spook somebody so he wasn't the only one to deal with that type of shame... maybe he wasn't in a time loop, but he was indeed in some other kind. Best not to think of it.

Shu got slightly motivated to stay at the picnic when he heard the menu included steak and that this would count as their monthly lunch as a family. It was still a very strange day.

Was he seriously hoping the strange vampires from the day before would try to wreck their car again? Didn't matter, he had eternity to see him. But he still wanted it to be as soon as possible, even if he had no plans for when they actually met.

In the meantime, Laito was telling some stupid ghost story to Yui about their picnic location, yet only Reiji seemed to be afraid; he tried to dissimulate, but he couldn't fool Shu. It was almost funny but he'd much rather have silence.

Yui didn't seem to get neither the story nor what was creepy about it. What a simple woman. It was for the best, though, he'd let Subaru argue with the other guy to shut him up and spare them the bad horror writing on Laito's end.

When they finally arrived, a bright forest clearing with a sky full of stars revealed itself. It was a beautiful place. Dream-like, in fact.

The human world had never looked like this, that he remembered. It wasn't spring but it was full of red flowers that were sometimes called the flowers from hell.

It almost felt disrespectful that a bunch of vampires and a poor hostage girl were going to have "brunch" here.

They had barely finished eating when, out of the blue, a huge monster truck driven by some huge guy arrived at the place in a racket. What a drag.

Or so Shu thought until he had a better look at the driver. He understood now. He really was dreaming, this was too absurd to be true, but he would have preferred his brothers to stay out of it. He was sure the field would go ablaze any minute, consume both him and Edgar, and he'd wake up sweating again. It'd be over soon.

But it didn't. They were trying to figure out how to turn off the monster truck and the one with the beret asked the big one, he called him Yuma, if he'd ever driven before.

Apparently it was his first try behind the wheel. The guy from his history class, a blond guy in clothes that normally only idols on TV would wear, "Yuma"? And a smaller guy full of bandages who wielded a knife unloaded the vehicle and approached them somewhat menacingly despite all of them seeming to be dizzy.

It was the first time Shu heard them talk. Yuma seemed to not have changed too much from the way he spoke as Edgar, but he noticed a bit of a bitter tone that wasn't there before. It made sense; nobody who had a good life would willingly be turned into a vampire, would they?

He stared at Yuma/Edgar. Who was he, then? He was confused. If this was a dream, could he maybe approach him, and talk to him without any consequences in real life?

He'd try taking a step...

Yuma thought this day was weird as fuck. It didn't feel real. When had Karl given him and his brothers the monster truck? Either way, best not to question it too much, or he might take it back and he was eager to see what he could do with it.

But when they arrived where they were led, the Sakamakis were having a picnic. He must be dreaming. Did his brain rot so hardcore because of meeting those guys, that he was now featuring them in his own damn dream, if that's what it was? Jeez.

And there was the blond guy again, looking straight at him. Even if Karl had told them to have some kind of showdown here, it was 6 pure blood vampires against 4 of them, there's no way they could just kidnap the girl, right?

-Edgar... -Shu said, stepping forward, when suddenly, the guy from history class took out some sort of spell book and said something that sent all of them except Yui flying in a circle at least 400m.

Yuma was out of it while Ruki kept muttering gibberish.

Kou and Azusa ran and grabbed Eve by her arms and legs and hauled her into the car while Ruki sweated his forehead off yelling more gibberish.

Yuma snapped out of it, locked the car and tied Yui onto the seat.

Shu tried giving chase but a wall of fire was suddenly inching his way fast; he tried running from it but the grass was too tall and thick, it was going to swallow him when-

He was back at the couch in the living room. No Reiji with a ladle, no toothpaste argument, no nothing.

Yui seemed to be her room, awake, but in the mansion. It was still the middle of the day, and it was quiet. Maybe he'd best go for a stroll instead of going back to sleep. He'd gotten used to the sun at some point, after all.

He opened the main door and went to the rose garden.

Yuma seemed to have been waiting for him.

Btw, spellcaster Ruki refused to get out of my head, hopefully it makes some type of sense lol

[justaboot]

For the platonic sentence starters I choose ❛ i am this close away from strangling you. ❜ and let’s have this be between Della Duck and Goldie O’Gilt

People must be born obnoxious. Monstrously, migraine-inducing, brain-poundingly obnoxious from the moment they tumble into the world, filthy and screaming and absolutely useless. That would be the only explanation for something so small being so utterly proficient at making Goldie genuinely question whether jamming icepicks in her eardrums would be worth the pain in exchange for blessed silence in the trunk of this car.

"Red-eared slider, tuartua, leopard gecko, regular gecko," the pipsqueak of a weasel of a fetus rattled on. How a voice could be so loud coming from a locked luggage case was beyond her. "Anula, a moorish gecko, can't forget that, gila monster, crested gecko-"

"Kid, I'm begging you."

"And of course, the monitor lizard. I haven't licked a king snake yet, but that's not an amphibian, but it's definitely on my list. Okay, your turn. If you could lick any reptile, what's on your top fifty?"

Goldie bit at the leather straps binding her wrists. The ones at her feet cut into her ankles.

"Which one kills me the fastest?"

"That's an excellent question," the kid said, and Goldie suddenly regretted every moment she ever saved herself from near-death. She couldn't think of a single one that would be worse than this.

"Wait," the kid said, "You should have been listening, because if you were listening, you'd know I already said it, so I'll give you a hint-"

Goldie kicked at the roof of the car trunk. It didn't budge. This was it, her personal hell. All of her sins were coming crashing down on her in the form of a six year old stowaway in her uncle's stolen suitcase.

"Kid, I'm gonna be real with you," she said, "I'm not big on murdering minors. Unless they deserve it. But, and I mean this in the most kid-friendly way possible, I'm about this close to strangling you."

The suitcase hopped a bit. It hopped a bit nearer.

"What are you doing..."

"If you're this close," the suitcase said, "That means you'll have to let me out."

"In that scenario, your chances of survival go way down, short stuff."

"But yours go way up."

Goldie ceased kicking at the trunk.

"How'd you get there?"

"Because my hand can probably get through the tail-light hole and wave for help. Nobody stops for gross old lady hands, but everybody stops for kids."

Goldie stared at the underside of the trunk for a long moment, debating whether or not Scrooge would buy a story about his niece falling out of a moving car in a locked suitcase by accident.

He might, actually.

She kicked at the trunk roof again. She gave the suitcase a good kick, too, for good measure. Accidents happen.

[moe-broey]

I am entirely at the mercy of those around me I live and die by their good will and I know the solution isn't to be wanted enough to be kept around, but to completely tear down and reshape society as we know it so that not just a lucky chosen few get to have roofs over their heads, but to make it so EVERYONE has the power and agency to Live with human rights and decency. This, however, does not seem to stop me from my greatest fantasy of well what if someone did want me. Not in spite of me, but for All of me. What if I were not pitied, but genuinely desired and respected. And what if that person who desires and respects me was very powerful (mind the leopards don't let them eat your face) and what if I could corrupt their mind with evil vile schemes like. Universal basic income. Or maybe at very least I can be the thing that ruins their entire life and completely undoes them. Hand in forsaken hand

[ready-to-read7]

Rottmnt Donnie x (black leopard mutant) reader

Part 2

The others were shocked to hear this, but your heart dropped, he now knew that you mutated, and your eyes started tearing up. And you at this moment didn’t want to be on the streets anymore in the view of people. Just after thinking that you wanted to leave the area one of the leopards picks you up by what was left of your clothing since a lot of it was ripped and jumped up to the nearest and highest rooftop and the other one followed behind.

Worried out of his mind Donnie quickly followed using his jetpack/hover pack. Once on the roof the leopards wrapped around you using every part of their body to hide you.

Donnie a few seconds later landed on the same rooftop, his brothers were on a different rooftop not too far away because they knew this was something that they could not help with not at the moment at least.

Cautiously Donnie approaches the two leopards surrounding you and gently put his hand on one of them, as soon as the leopard turned their head to look at Donnie, Donnie said “I know you’re only trying to protect them but please let me do my job as their partner and comfort them in a confusing time”.

The leopard stared at him for a few seconds before getting up and signalling to the other one to follow. As soon as the leopards left Donnie slowly approached you and gently put his hand on your head, he then said, “honeybee darling may I sit next to you”.

After sitting next to you, he quickly hugged you, you were shocked by this unnatural show of affection from them, it’s not like you haven’t hugged him, but that was different, he was going outside his comfort zone, before he can say anything you started crying again and shoved your face into his chest.

During a few minutes of cried you also told Donnie about the entire experience and how frightened you were.

Donnie tried his best to comfort you, but at this time you where starting to fall asleep.

Next thing you knew you were in the layer on the couch next to Donnie and in front of you laid one of the leopards and it appeared that the other one was behind the couch.

You also noticed you were wearing one of Donnies hoodies, but underneath it was still your torn clothing, it appears Donnie did not want to invade your privacy by changing your clothing he instead just put one of his hoodies on you.

The Leopard in front of you all of a sudden quickly opened its eyes and stared at you, quietly you say thank you to the leopard for protecting you.

you then think to yourself that you will now need to adjust to your new body and life you will also have to probably explain everything to your aunt/uncle.

But right now you just want to go back to sleep.

Part 1

[baguettelord]

Journeys in 2007

Y'all a friend of mine found some archived version of an old fanfic forum I was on in 2007 and I just need to share the entire EXPERIENCE that was re-reading fanfics I wrote at age 12.

I did not even have the internet at home until the year after, which means I was posting them from my school.

Come with me on this cringeful journey of Stargate Atlantis nerdism.

This response to a review: "thanx! ur mi 4th reviewer! u rok! i haven\'t red N E of urs, but i wil!" (seriously wtaf)

"we hat your guts"

"I never used to be a good person", she explained. (LMFAO??)

A scene with John spinning on a desk chair faster and faster while debating with Rodney and Radek whether the insane looking pink-afro super-powered terrible OC was attractive.

John getting shrunk by ancient tech, being sneezed on, washing the snot off in Ronon's glass of water, falling in tomato sauce, throwing crumbs at people.

In that same fic, trashing Weir's desk, running across Rodney's laptop keyboard writing swearwords while bored.

A spicy scene between Carson and the crazy OC character who had zero foundation of any kind of relationship or chemistry, but which was surprisingly one of the least cringe things my 12 year old brain came up with

Carson putting his hand over Rodney's mouth to shut him up and Rodney licking him - in the middle of a debriefing.

Going to a random planet in search of an unshrinking device for John, interrupting a wraith attack, helping an injured person lying in the road when a RANDOM man with crackhead NPC energy runs out of an alleyway, conks Carson on the head with a frypan, knocking him out and then runs off - and then the team including the smitten OC character leave unconscious Carson in the middle of the road to follow the sound of a crying baby????? WHAT ??? LOL???

"galleons of water"

Michael the wraith with mind reading abilities that can sense ancients for no explicable reason, and sensing that there's a romantic attachment between Carson and random OC. For no plot reasons whatsoever. It is never explained.

Pink hair OC then summonS GHOSTS TO FIGHT HIM? ?? ???

The ghosts kill him.

Then LUCIUS LAVIN APPEARS FROM BEHIND A TREE AND STARTS HITTING ON EVERYONE

There is no explanation for this - he is just there.

"I'm mentally linked to all nearby people with the ancient gene, so if I die, you all will die too." followed immediately by "SHOOT AT ME, ITS THE ONLY WAY" ????????????????????????????????what

This same character (pink haired OC) flying a puddle jumper directly up into the air, opening the hatch, backflipping out, landing on the roof of another puddle jumper and then remote detonating the original one in a kamikaze esque attack that somehow chain reactions into blowing up 5 hive ships.

Everyone fainting aLL THE TIME? Seriously I counted 5 people getting knocked out and at least a dozen faining from exhaustion / heat stroke / illness / etc. OVER FOUR FANFIC. JUST FOUR.

The worst part is that this is over 4 fics and is a REWRITE of the first ever fanfic I wrote. The original had an ABBA song for every chapter (I now cannot un-associate ABBA and Stargate Atlantis - thanks brain), the OC played the violin, could teleport, could turn into a horse sized hot pink space snow leopard that laid eggs, and also involved at some point a random series of inexplicable crossovers with Star Wars, Star Trek and Back To The Future. For no reason. Literally none.

I also wrote a couple of fic prompt / challenges which were kinda crazy

John wants to learn to surf and then Rodney gets captured by whales

Love triangle between Carson, Cadman and an OC.

Ancient device zaps everyone into being children and they have to travel the earth to meet up and figure out how to undo it.

I cry laughed tonight from this rediscovery. I have no idea what I was on at age 12 but apparently I thought it was a good time??

No wonder everyone thought I was weird LOL

[per-the-jellicle-magician]

Tuggerlurina Week Day 1: First Encounters

This story is set in my au where Jellicles and Roof Cats are both tribes in London that sometimes cross paths. Here Bomba, Tugger and mentioned Demeter are all Warsaw versions. Mentioned Macavity is Jellicle Macavity that spent some time with Roof Cats, hence the use of his Polish name.

Also on ao3

"Fancy some company?"

Bombalurina startled at the sound of another cat's voice. That shouldn't have happened. She looked down from the windowsill she was sitting on, and immediately recognized the voice's owner. Demeter's older, not at all made up brother was standing there, looking up expectantly at her.

Bombalurina nodded slowly and watched keenly as he jumped up and sat on the other side of the windowsill. He was so tall their legs and tails nearly touched when he finally settled comfortably. It was the first time, since her and Demeter's sudden arrival, that she could take a good look at him. Tall, lanky, all brown and gold and leopard-spotted, there was little in looks that he shared with his sister. Deme said earlier that he looked a lot like their mother. Way more than the daughter she actually raised. In vain, she tried to recall Grizabella's face. But still Bombalurina could see the faint resemblance between the three of them somewhere in his face.

"Seeing anything you like?" He was looking at her now. As soon as she caught his stare, he smiled a crooked smile, his green eyes sparkling with amusement. Either she stared too hard or he was more observant than she thought. A point for him, for being able to catch her off guard, twice. And something to keep in mind. She stretched, smiling back at him and laughed.

"Oh wouldn't you like to know pretty boy. Try again another day. Maybe I'll be in a mood to tell you. Any other questions?"

"A few actually" his smile grew wider, sharper. "For starters, what is Bombalurina, the Red Queen, Makiawel's right paw doing here, with the Roof Cats of all places?"

Bombalurina expected this question, although maybe not from him. After all, Macavity found himself a replacement for her the same day they left. The other one, the red one with the same name. So the Red Queen was not missing, not officially. Very few knew she was a different cat now. Mac took advantage of her always working in the shadows, rarely seen in action. They knew her name, but not her face. Seemingly easily replaceable. And yet this tom here knew. Another point for him. She took her time picking her words under his curious gaze. His smile did not falter, nor did he stop his comfortable lounging, but there was something sharp in his eyes now and his tail twitched anxiously.

“Things have changed... Macavity... Well, he's been making some... rather unwise decisions lately. A lot of them actually. I got tired of cleaning up his messes. And I wasn't very keen on getting dragged down with him if he'll keep things up as they are. And then Deme wanted to leave so i left with her. You can call it a fresh start if you want. As for why here... he told Demeter once that he knew a Roof cat whose mother shared her mother's name. A bit of a long shot, I know, but it was worth a try" She held his gaze. This was some sort of test. Maybe to see if she's here as a spy. Maybe something else.

"So you just took him up on his word and hoped we'd take you in?" he sounded surprised. A little bit of tension left his frame.

"For all his lies, Macavity never lied about brothers. His or otherwise." Echoes of Mac's old rants swirled in her mind as silence stretched out between them. She looked out at the courtyard below. There were still a few cats out there, oblivious to their windowsill rendezvous. Maybe if she tried, she could recall their names. Hard to tell after hearing them only in passing so far. As the tom beside her considered her answer, suddenly something he said earlier stood out to her.

“You called Mac by a different name. Makiawel...? Why?" she looked at him again. "And what is your name anyway? I don't think I caught it earlier" She waited. He was looking out the window, just like she was before. It took him a moment to answer.

"That's how he introduced himself here. We knew him as Makiawel, so it kinda stuck around even after he left" he shrugged, his voice soft. "As for me, it's Ram Tam Tam if you want to be formal, Ram Tam Tamek if you're feeling cheeky, or just Tam if you actually want me to listen" he grinned. She couldn't help but chuckle at that.

"Well Just Tam, did I pass your test?" she smiled and looked at him expectantly. She thought she did, at least judging by his relaxed demeanour, but now there was a bit of anxiety nipping at her brain.

"Yes, you did Bomba" he looked her in the eyes and smiled. "Now that we have that out the way, fancy a little walk? I could give you a little tour of the place, now that you're staying here" he was already up, holding out his paw to her. She looked out the window again and then back at him.

"I'd really like that" smiling, she took his paw and let him help her up. He did it more delicately than she expected.

"Any special requests, pretty lady?" he raised his eyebrow suggestively, still holding her paw between them. Bombalurina thought about it for a moment. His tail moved in anticipation.

"Take me up on the roof" she looked up at him and squeezed his paw. Tam smiled softly and returned the squeeze.

"Sure. Oh, you're gonna love it, I promise, you can see the whole neighbourhood from there and –" he talked as he led the way. As they walked she slowly relaxed, for the first time in days.

And he was right. She did love it.

[cyberneticlagomorph]

"While you are in my country you shall abide by my rules and customs, am I understood preyling?" The Beast King looms over you like a thunder cloud, the rumble of his voice settles into your chest like an old ache and makes the fine hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

You're a druid, you've talked to animals plenty of times but this is different. This is like talking to some primordial force of animal instinct that you lost somewhere along the way, the teeth and claws of your animal shapes given a tongue to speak with. It scares you, for all your playing at being a wild, feral thing, you are laid bare beneath the gaze of the Beast King and it scares you.

This ancient thing, so old and strong that he has no name and no need of one past his title.

His massive paw-hand rests atop your head with a level of gentleness you thought beyond him, its heavy and warm, and musky, like shoving your nose into the tummy of a beloved pet. His claws are as long and thick as your pinky finger, sharp enough to draw pinpricks of your starlight blood just by resting so delicately against your skin, so sharp it doesn't even hurt.

And then he presses down.

You expected that to hurt, but it doesn't. All you can feel is the roughness of the King's paw and the pressure of being squashed beneath it. He scoops you up with ease and presses you between both hands, you worry that you'll be flat and flimsy by the end of this, but you're wrong.

When the Beast King holds you in his cupped hands, you are small and four legged. A vague idea of a creature, a shadow in the shape of a beast that bleeds at the edges like ink on wet paper.

The head of a rabbit, the body of a cat, the tail of a lion, nubby antlers sprouting from your forehead, and a multitude of gray-gold eyes blinking out of sink spangling your hide like the spots on a leopard.

You are Stuck in this form, you know that without even trying to shift your shape, and it frightens you. The fur along your spine lifts and your ears flatten, your tiny claws flexing as if they could grab ahold of your fears and pull them into submission.

The King brings his face down to yours, pressing his huge wet nose into the softness of your cheek-fluff. When he purrs, it shakes stones loose from the cave roof and makes your teeth rattle in your skull.

"Now go, be a wild thing, hunt and sing and run like you were meant to," he sets you down and gives you a nudge towards the cave mouth, "Come back when you have learned what the Wilderlands has to teach you."

[meeludrawz]

It's not your baby - Part 2

My TMNT au doesn't have an actual name (I'm also writing it the way I imagined it in my head so don't u dare say I have bad grammar or shit like that, I know, I did it on purpose lmao)

ANYWHO PART 2 --------------------------------------------------------- Raph and Leo were alone in the living room/main area. They both were really confused and didn't know what to do, their brains literally froze. "What the hell just happened?" Footsteps were approaching. "Why did we see Mikey run off? He looked so upset" A pink axolotl and a green tree python walked in. "Ya, el no era el mismo." The pink axolotl looked around. "Y donde esta Donnie?" The python put her hands on her hips, raising a brow at the two turtles left. "Any clues on what happened boys?" Leo and Raph nervously glanced at each other. "So um- You see-" ... Mikey was alone, sitting on the edge of a building's roof. The night sky was filled with stars and some clouds here and there. The moon was in its croissant shape as it calmly lit the night. "They don't believe in me.. They don't think I can do it.." Mikey mumbled to himself. "Being a dad isn't as hard as being a ninja right?? I'm a ninja! Who wouldn't want a super cool ninja like me as a dad, right?" He stayed silent for a few seconds. "Right..?" He asked in a whisper.

Multiple minutes later, a light thump was heard behind him. Mikey didn't even turn around, he knew who it was. It was Donnie's girlfriend, that pink axolotl lady. "Hey, estas bien niño?" the lady carefully sat next to him, it was the edge of a tall building after all. "Yeah" he mumbled, loud enough so she could hear. "Ya, yo no diria que todo esta bien. Me dijeron lo que le paso a Donnie, lo siento much" The axolotl paused before adding: "Si te sirve de algo, casi lo mato" she tried to lighten up the mood, even if she did say that she kicked Donnie's butt. "Thanks, dudette but I'd prefer staying alone if you don't mind.." "Lo haria pero Elina dijo que queria verte" She added with a light smile. Mikey finally looked at her, surprised. "She's already awake?" His eyes were shining in excitement and pure happiness when he thought about his loved one. "No sabiamos nada de ti por mas de dos horas Mike, claro que lo esta." She chuckled. "Lo primero que pregunto cuando desperto fue "donde esta Mikey?" claro que esta preocupada, ve a tu casa..." The axolotl calmly added as she got up. She reached for his hand to help him get up. Mikey got up with her help and smiled. "Let's go back home!" ... The orange leopard gecko was sitting on a "hospital bed" that Donnie was usually using for his stuff. "Elina babe! You're awake!" Mikey jumped into her arms. She chuckled and hugged him back, while she pet his back, she looked up at Donnie. "I want to get the c-section just do everything you can" Mikey's "brows" frowned, and he turned to look at his brother. "Mikey I-" The orange-masked turtle looked back at Elina, holding her hand tightly. It wasn't enough to hurt her, but enough to show he cares about her. "Just do it.." Once they were ready for the surgery, Mikey was forced to leave the room, since he got sick after seeing the insides of his precious Elina. The turtles, humans and other mutants were all patiently waiting in the main area. Because yes, April, Karai and even Casey showed up, they couldn't wait to see that little bean. Only Candela was in the lab with Donnie, because he couldn't do this procedure alone. After what seemed like horribly long hours, which were only 2 hours, (Usually, it's between 30-60mins, but this is his first time doing surgery so) the new cries of a little one were heard. And just like that, life became a whole lot sweeter. - Ali Fedotowski ----------------------------------------------------------- I WAS LEGIT TEARING UP WHEN I WROTE "the new cries of a little one were heard" IT'S LIKE- OMFG- BABY IS BORN, NO MORE TROUBLES, ONLY HAPPY PEOPLE WEFSRDGTFGMHJK For now The green tree python's name is Bulan and she's Leo's girlfriend! The pink Axolotl's name is Candela and she's Donnie's girlfriend! Also, almost only Donnie understands her, we don't know how tf Mikey understands her lmao Huge thanks to @zaidnovi for translating Candela's sentences into Spanish!! :D

@ackalice Come get your dose of TMNT

[motherofmabari]

Thank you @gvnseylike for the tag! I enjoy doing these 🥰

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I use a wallpaper changer lol. Currently there's 271 in rotation, some are my own art, some are from various fandoms, some are my pets, stuff like that. It's biphobic to make me choose 😘

The last song you listened to:

😅 Take Me Away from the Lindsay Lohan/Jamie Lee Curtis Freaky Friday movie, actually. Best fictional song imo

Currently reading:

Bookclub with my dad - All About Love by bell hooks

Book buddies with my best friend- Shadow and Bone/working our way through the Grishaverse by Leigh Bardugo

I also listen to a fuckload of audiobooks at work, just finished The Sharper Your Knife, the Less You Cry by Kathleen Flinn. Now I'm revisiting Arc 8 of Unprepared Casters, will prolly finish that by Friday and idk what's after that. Reccs literally ALWAYS welcome I have headphones on a solid 6 hours a day minimum

Last Movie:

I think it was Glass Onion? Been on more of a TV kick lately

Craving:

It is so close to strawberry season and I am *dying* for some good strawberries. There's a strawberry farm 2 minutes from work and every day I look to see if their sign is up cause the second it is I'm buying a pallet

What are you wearing right now?

Black bandeau and comfy shorts, basically my jammies

How tall are you:

5'4. I am short and squishy.

Piercings:

I had my ears pierced as a kid, suffered for years trying all the different earring materials until I finally gave up and accepted that my body doesn't like being pierced and will die mad about it

Tattoos:

One on my back right hip, of my late pet rat Mungojerrie. I've had a total of 12 rats in my life (usually 4-5 at once) and adored them all, but Mungo's pattern was most suited to a tattoo so she represents my lil mischief. I want more tattoos but those cost money I don't have rn, so someday

Glasses? Contacts?

Either! Depending on the outfit. Wearing glasses a lot lately because I got some really cute glasses chains

Last drink:

Currently have two on my end table, water for hydration and Dr pepper cause it's tasty

Last show:

Bob's Burgers, the episode where Teddy pretends to be into hurling and Louise attempts to turn herself into an Avatar of the Buried by sacrificing Tina to a watery grave for a gd rusty ball jfc that was stressful my anxiety was through the ROOF

Last thing you ate:

McDonald's chicken nuggets. Is a lazy kind of night

Favorite color:

Green

Current obsession:

Mild hyperfixation on the grishaverse after season 2 of the entflix adaptation prompted a series reread

Unrelated obsession:

Dragon Age, specifically Dragon Age 2. It's my never ending hyperfixation lol

Any pets:

Two dogs, two cats, and a leopard gecko. The dogs are Ruby, a Doberman mix from a local rescue with separation anxiety that the rescue was not up front about, love my boy but I am *mad* at that rescue, and Angel, a byb min pin adopted from a friend's grandpa when he had to go into assisted living. The cats are Boris, an orange tabby adopted as a kitten from our vet, and Rangi, a calico adopted as an adolescent from the same vet a year later, after our first cat Natasha passed away. Last there's Heihei, the leopard gecko I adopted from the petsmart where I worked at the time after he was blinded by an eye infection and they couldn't sell him. He's a cool little dude.

Do you have a crush on anyone?

I am in a happy long term relationship lol

Favorite fictional character:

See answer one and don't be biphobic 😇, you get two - Fenris from Dragon Age 2 and Keladry of Mindelan from Protector of the Small. I adore them both and honestly for very similar reasons despite their vastly different backgrounds and personalities.

The last place you traveled:

Day trip, I went about an hour and a half away to ~nearby largeish city~ to see Hadestown and it was *incredible*. Overnight, I honestly have no idea, it's been like 7 years at least but it'd probably have been the last time I visited my Florida grandparents instead of the other way around, they've been spending half the year in our state lately and I can't afford to travel to visit them there. Yay adulthood.

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Tagging @dragongeek1, @becauseanders, and @silly-goofy-mood no pressure or anything, just if y'all wanna! 🥰