#wake up and immediately rant abouts cats

[zulashi-the-writer]

Rujinu🏹👹

Poly Rujinu: you guys were definitely shipped together as the most famous costume designer and being the one to make both of their bands costumes press saw you guys together often and alot of them saw how they looked at you, first it was just you and Rumi, then you and jinu but as soon as they saw their interactions it had to be all three of you.

Poly Rujinu: even know they both care about each other they definitely try to compete for you love whether it's spoiling you rotten of just to see who can have your attention more they bicker like kids until you invite them into a cuddle pile which they both immediately agree too, they always have you wait behind stage for after their shows so they can just collapse into your and relax as you run your hand through their hair.

Poly Rujinu: the dates would be you guys in full disguises going to all the touristy places because somehow jinu has never seen them, you take them fabric shopping and they love to watch you rant and squeal when you see a fabric you absolutely love and they do try buy you the whole store but you give them a look and they back off the idea (they are definitely afraid of you) they sit around and watch you work giving you input when you ask them for ideas for their next costume your a couple made in heaven (so everyone one says on social media and especially Bobby).

Poly Rujinu: when you guys finally move in together they make sure to get a place with a big room for your sewing room their job is a open space they fly around they world to perform so you deserve only the best place to sew and when they go on tour they know you get lonely sometimes so they took you too a rescue for you to choose one of them you like (jinu definitely is someone who wants to adopt them all which annoys his demon animals and Rumi almost faints at the cuteness of a kitten rolling over) so let's just say you got 4 animals, 2 cats, 1 kitten and 1 dog which you all absolutely adored.

Poly Rujinu: they fake sleepy until you fall asleep and watch how cute you are for a bit before talking about serious things like the demons and Gwi-Ma sometimes they'd sneak off to fight some off and return before you wake up, they hate having to keep this secret from you but it's just to dangerous to put you in a situation that could lead you too harm they'd never forgive themselves if anything happened to you.

[lisalamona]

Three Is Company

. Summary: When they realize you are insecure about your place in your relationship, Odysseus and Penelope take matters into their own hands to show you that you are loved and cherished. . Pairing: poly! OdyPen x gn! Reader . Warnings: Insecurity about one's place in a relationship, swearing, physical intimacy (non-sexual), implications of sex if you squint . Notes:  Today's a rainy day, and I honestly just wanted to stay in bed all day, so this is kinda self indulgent. It doesn't help that I'm very hormonal and feeling lonely right now, I gotta cope somehow, y'know? Art taken from peachyytown's would you fall in love with me again animatic Hearts devider made by @saradika-graphics, taken from this post small rant at the end

The pleasant warmth of the sun kissed your skin, its soft golden glow coaxing you from your slumber. Your eyelids fluttered open sluggishly, only to immediately squeeze shut again as the light pierced through your drowsiness. A grimace tugged at your lips as you tried to adjust, your body reluctant to leave the comfort of sleep.

Above you, leaves rustled softly, stirred by the gentle breeze drifting in through the window. The air smelled faintly salty, tinged with the scent of the nearby sea and the lingering coolness of the morning. The only other sounds in the room were the slow, rhythmic breaths of those still lost in sleep, accompanied by the occasional faint murmur from someone still deep in sleep.

For a moment, you simply laid there, caught between wakefulness and the tempting pull of sleep. The warmth of the sun made you sluggish, inviting you to close your eyes again and bask in its embrace like a lazy house cat. You reached up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes in a useless attempt to will yourself awake, but the weight of morning still clung to you.

Without warning, something small and light tumbled onto your face—a delicate olive branch, no longer than your hand, with just a few leaves clinging to its slender stem. Your breath hitched for a split second before realizing it wasn't some bug descending upon you, just a harmless gift from the tree. Exhaling softly, you plucked it from your face and held it up, turning it this way and that way against the golden sunlight. The leaves, a muted but still beautiful green, glowed at the edges where the light caught them, their veins intricate like tiny rivers stretching across a map. The branch itself was slightly twisted, its bark smooth and cool under your fingers, a quiet reminder of the tree standing over you.

A gentle shift beside you pulled you from your quiet observation. The sound of a body stirring, fabric rustling against skin, brought you back to reality—the present, the now. You turned your head and found them: Penelope and Odysseus, nestled together in peaceful slumber, their arms loosely wrapped around each other as if the gods themselves had sculpted them from love and devotion. The sunlight spilling through the window cast a golden glow over them, highlighting the curve of Penelope's cheek against Odysseus' chest, the way his fingers rested lightly on her arm. It was a scene so effortlessly perfect, so achingly serene, that for a moment, you could do nothing but stare.

No, not a scene—a masterpiece. They weren't just part of a work of art. They were the art itself. And you? You were merely the spectator. No matter how close you stood to it, how much you admired it, you would never be part of it.

The thought hit harder than expected, lodging itself somewhere deep in your chest. A reality check, sharp and sobering. If you weren't awake before, you sure as hell were now.

And so, you made your decision. You had a long day ahead of you, after all.

For a moment, your face fell as you took in the sight before you, drinking in what you would never have—one last time. You savored every detail, memorizing the way the golden morning light kissed their skin, the slow, steady rhythm of their breathing, the warmth that lingered in the air between them. You tried to etch it into your mind, as if holding onto the image would somehow let you carry it with you for the rest of the day.

With a quiet exhale, you steeled yourself. Time to move.

Slowly, you sat up, the weight of sleep still clinging to your limbs. You ran a hand over your face, brushing away stray hairs that had tangled in your lashes and wiping away the dried trail of drool on your chin with a small grimace. Stretching your arms above your head, you felt your back and shoulders crack with a satisfying pop, the stiffness of sleep ebbing away.

Careful not to disturb the two sleeping beside you, you peeled back the covers and slipped your legs over the edge of the bed. The floor was cool beneath your feet as you stood, taking a moment to regain your balance. Moving as quietly as possible, you gathered your discarded belongings from the night before, every movement deliberate, every breath held as if the very air itself could betray you.

The tall double doors leading to the rest of the palace stood before you, a silent threshold between the comfort of this room and the world beyond, where the quiet hum of servants beginning their morning routines barely registered in the distance. You reached for the door and carefully—so carefully—began to pull it open, just enough to slip through unnoticed.

The gods, it seemed, had other plans.

A groan—low, deep, and deafening in the once serene quiet—echoed through the chamber as the door resisted, protesting your escape like some cursed relic refusing to be moved. The sound was atrocious, like a rusted gate being wrenched open after centuries of abandonment. Alright—maybe that was an exaggeration, but to you, in that moment, it might as well have been a war horn announcing your departure. You winced, every muscle tensing as if you could will the sound away.

And then—

"Where are you going?"

Shit.

You froze.

Odysseus' voice, low and rough from sleep but sharp with instinct, locked you in place. Slowly, you turned your head to find him sitting up, one hand planted on the bed for support while the other remained on Penelope's arm. Even after all this time, even here, in the safety of his own home, his body still reacted like that of a soldier—trained to wake at the first hint of disturbance, a guard dog forever on edge. His tired eyes, heavy with both exhaustion and years of hardship, fixed on you, silently demanding an answer.

Beside him, Penelope stirred at the sudden movement, her brow creasing as she hovered between dreams and wakefulness.

Shit.

Swallowing hard, you finally forced the words out.

"I—I was—"

The sentence faltered before it could fully form, the weight of his gaze pressing down on you like a boulder. Your throat felt tight, your mind scrambling for an excuse, a justification—anything—but nothing sounded right. You cursed the damn door for betraying you, for dragging you into this conversation when you had so carefully tried to slip away unnoticed.

Odysseus didn't rush you. He simply watched, eyes never wavering, waiting with the same patience he carried in battle, as if you were an opponent yet to make your move.

Finally, you forced yourself to say it.

"I was just leaving."

A single brow lifted. His confusion was obvious, but something else lingered beneath it—something heavier, something that made your stomach twist.

"You always do this..." His voice was steady, but there was a hint of disappointment threading through it, subtle yet sharp enough to make you flinch. "You leave before we even get a chance to look at you in the morning."

You felt yourself shrink under his words, as if you could make yourself small enough to disappear entirely.

Before you could even think of how to respond, Penelope stirred, shifting against Odysseus as her eyes fluttered open. His gaze softened immediately, dropping to her as he ran a comforting hand along her arm, a silent reassurance that everything was fine. You felt another pang in your chest, a familiar ache that you had learned to swallow down like bitter medicine.

But in that moment, you were also grateful. Grateful that his eyes had left you, even if only for a second.

The thought of bolting—actually sprinting out of the room and retreating to the safety of your own—flashed across your mind. But before you could act on it, Penelope's gaze settled on you, sharp despite the haze of sleep. Now, two pairs of eyes pinned you in place.

"What's happening?" Her voice was low, laced with quiet concern.

"They were just leaving." Odysseus answered, not looking away from you.

"Why?" Penelope's questioning glance flickered between you and her husband, her brows knitting together.

Odysseus let out a breath, the sound barely audible but weighted with something unspoken. "I ask myself the same thing."

Their gazes searched yours, trying to find something—anything—that would give them an answer. You did everything in your power to avoid meeting their eyes. But there was something about them, about the way they waited, that hurt more than if they had just let you go. Their patience, their quiet understanding—it burned more than any harsh words ever could.

You didn't want patience. You didn't want kindness. Because when it was inevitably taken away, when reality came crashing down and reminded you of your place, it would hurt a thousand times worse.

You just wanted to get out of there.

"So?"

You swallowed thickly, forcing down everything else you wanted to say.

"I thought you two would want to be alone when you woke up."

The words were barely above a whisper, strained and hollow, but they heard them. You could tell by the way their expressions shifted, by the way their patience turned into something softer—something that made it even worse.

"Why would you think that, darling?" Penelope's voice was gentle, too gentle, and it cut deeper than she could ever know.

Desperate to escape, you blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

"Why would you? I mean, look at you—" You gestured vaguely, frustration tightening in your chest. "What more use could I possibly serve?"

Their faces fell, their warmth dimming into something softer, something unbearably gentle. The way they looked at you—like you were something precious, something loved—made your stomach twist. You mistook it for pity, and that only made your frustration grow.

"...Dear." Penelope was the first to move. Slowly, deliberately, she freed herself from the covers, approaching you with the careful grace of someone stepping toward a wild animal. Like if she made one wrong move you'd bolt.

You hated being treated like that. But the worst part was knowing why they did it.

And yet, you couldn't stop yourself from keeping your walls up. Even if it only made the feeling worse.

She stopped just before you, close enough that the warmth of her skin reached yours. You tried—really tried—to look away, to avoid those deep, knowing eyes, but your body betrayed you. You met her gaze despite yourself, and she held it, searching for something in you, something you weren't sure you had anymore.

Then, gently, she reached up and cupped your cheek.

You wanted to pull away. You should have pulled away. But your body refused, leaning into the warmth before your mind even caught up. You cursed yourself for the lapse and forced yourself to still.

"Is that what you think?" Her voice was quiet, almost pained. "That we just use you and then cast you aside? That you're disposable?"

Her thumb brushed over your cheek, feather-light. Every second, it became harder to keep yourself together.

"It's hard not to." You admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

Her brows furrowed. "Why do you think so lowly of yourself?"

You scoffed, the disbelief bubbling up before you could stop it. "Of myself?"

"Yes." She said simply.

Then, with unwavering certainty, she added, "Why would we ever do that to someone as brilliant, as capable, as extraordinary as you?" She tilted her head, watching as her words struck something deep within you. "We are the lucky ones. If anyone should be afraid of not being good enough, it's us."

Your breath caught.

"...You don't mean that." You murmured, barely holding back the sting in your eyes. You refused to cry. You would not cry.

But she only held your gaze, unwavering. "I mean it with my whole heart."

Before you could respond, Odysseus' voice cut through the quiet.

"Come here."

Both you and Penelope turned. He was still sitting on the bed, watching you carefully. He patted the empty space beside him—the one Penelope had left behind just moments ago. His expression was unreadable, a strange mix of exasperation and something softer, something that told you he wanted you to understand.

Penelope withdrew her hand from your face but held it out to you instead, giving you the choice.

You hesitated.

Every instinct screamed at you to turn away, to run before this kindness could turn to something else. But despite your mind's protests, despite the tightness in your chest, you reached out.

Your fingers barely brushed hers before she closed the distance, wrapping her hand around yours and giving a reassuring squeeze. It was cool against your skin, soothing in a way you despised—because it felt good. Because it was comforting, and you weren't sure if you deserved it.

Without a word, she led you back to the bed.

Odysseus gestured for you to sit, so you did. Then, he motioned for you to come closer, leaving space beside you for Penelope. You hesitated again, but once more, you complied.

The moment you were close enough, Odysseus moved.

He pulled you into him, arms wrapping securely around your waist. The suddenness of it made you flinch, but he didn't let go. His hold was steady, warm—unshakable in the way only Odysseus could be.

"...Why?"

It was all you could manage. You didn't understand—couldn't understand. Why wouldn't they just let you go? Why were they holding on so tightly? Were they toying with you, messing with your head? Was it pity?

Odysseus exhaled sharply, his grip tightening ever so slightly. "Why?" He repeated, incredulous. "Because we love you." He said, voice firm, unwavering. "Both of us. And I need you to understand that." His voice was rough, almost biting, but not out of anger—out of desperation. He needed you to understand. "How many times do we have to say it before you finally hear us?"

You swallowed hard, staring at Odysseus. His mismatched eyes—one deep brown, the other an almost stormy blue—locked onto yours, fierce with conviction. You had always found those eyes striking, but now, in this moment, they were inescapable, pinning you down with their sheer intensity.

Penelope nodded, her voice softer but just as firm. "We love you."

"You keep saying that..." Your voice wavered, cracking slightly under the weight of emotions you had no idea how to process.

"And we'll keep saying it," The king said, unwavering, "until you believe it."

And just like that, the dam broke.

The floodgates opened, and you couldn't hold it in anymore. A choked sob escaped your lips as the tears spilled freely down your cheeks, and you clung to Odysseus as though letting go would shatter you completely. He held you tighter, his grip steady, anchoring.

You felt Penelope's gentle hand rubbing slow, soothing circles up and down your back. The warmth of her touch seeped into you, grounding you, holding you together. You didn't see the way she and Odysseus exchanged a glance over your shoulder, but you could feel it—the silent understanding between them, the unspoken promise that they weren't letting go.

Slowly, carefully, they guided you back onto the bed, their hands never leaving you.

The cool sheets met your skin as they followed you down, their warmth pressing against you from either side. Penelope cupped your cheek again, this time brushing away the damp trails your tears had left behind. As she pulled back, your body instinctively followed, turning toward her completely. She giggled softly at your unconscious need for her touch and kept her hand there, thumb gently stroking your cheek.

Behind you, Odysseus adjusted himself to the new position, his strong arms slipping around your waist and flattening against your stomach, his body molding to yours. You felt the warmth of him pressing against you, the weight of his presence grounding. His chin came to rest in the crook of your neck, his beard grazing your skin—coarse yet strangely comforting. The ticklish sensation made you shiver, something he definitely noticed.

Your body was betraying you in the best way possible.

The walls you had so carefully built, so desperately maintained, began to crumble into dust. And yet... even with their warmth surrounding you, even with their hands anchoring you here, something inside you remained hesitant.

Your expression must have given you away, because Odysseus spoke first, his voice low, right against your ear.

"What's wrong, love?" His breath fanned against your skin, sending another set of shivers down your spine.

You swallowed, trying to steady yourself. "It just... doesn't feel right."

Penelope's brows knitted together slightly. "What do you mean?"

You forced yourself to take a deep breath, bracing for the vulnerability that would inevitably follow. "I... I don't feel like I belong here." Your voice was barely above a whisper. "You two have known and loved each other for so long. Sometimes I can't help but think that all of this was some kind of mistake. That I'm just... here for a little while, until it's time for me to go."

You broke eye contact, unable to bear the weight of Penelope's gaze any longer. It was a nervous habit you had.

"Hey." Her fingers gently caught your chin, tilting your face back toward her. "Look at me."

You did—despite the fear curling in your stomach.

"You are not a mistake, darling." She murmured, her eyes full of something too vast, too deep, to be anything but love. "We love you so much. Every time you leave, we pray for you to come back to us."

Odysseus hummed in agreement, pressing a soft kiss against your shoulder. "And you're not temporary." He added. "You're ours. A part of our lives now. That's not changing."

"...How?" Your voice came out small, uncertain.

Penelope smiled, running a hand through your hair as she spoke. "Because you make our lives better, just by being in them. Your laugh brings us joy, your presence makes even the hardest days feel lighter."

Odysseus' hand slid lower, resting on your hip, his thumb tracing slow, comforting circles over it. Not in a way that held any ulterior motive—just grounding, steadying. "You've become our everything, love," He murmured. "and we won't let go."

Then, before you could think of a response, Penelope began peppering your face with light, affectionate kisses—your cheeks, your forehead, the corner of your lips. You let out a surprised giggle, the sound bubbling up before you could stop it.

Odysseus followed suit, pressing playful kisses against the side of your neck, down to your shoulder and back again. His beard brushed against your skin, the sensation sending another fit of laughter through you as you squirmed slightly in their arms.

Penelope grinned and pressed one final kiss to the tip of your nose.

Odysseus leaned in close, his voice warm with certainty. "You are loved."

Penelope smiled. "Is that understood?"

You hesitated for only a moment before nodding, whispering, "...Yes."

And this time, you let yourself believe it.

For once, you didn't fight the warmth surrounding you. You didn't push it away.

You sank into it.

. Notes: All the energy I had left went into me trying to make this, so I'm gonna rant for a bit: Estoy tratando de encontrar mi estilo de escritura y la verdad es que me está empezando a frustrar. En general, me gustó cómo quedó este, y espero poder trasladar el estilo a ambivalence, pero esa historia ya está más inconsistente que la puta madre. Alguien ayúdeme, porfa 😭 no sé, es como que hay días en los que escribo la cosa más magnífica que escribí en mi vida, y al día siguiente escribo dos frasecitas de mierda 😭

[omgfangirlland]

I'm going to need all of you to hear me out on what I'm about to spew, but I have yandere!batfam brain rot, and I just came across Yan!girldad!nolan grayson.

HEAR ME OUT!

Putting a page break here cuz idk how long this will be-

So- the usual neglected batsis that as a youngster craved the attention of her fam, but after being brushed away, after being ignored, after being straight up forgotten about, says fuck it, y'all aren't worth my love, I'll use the Wayne money to do as I please.

So she does. She uses the monthly allowance that is on auto pay straight to her card to do arts, to paint her heart away, to draw and play video games, to fund and pay off anything from homeless shelters to medical bills, trying to make a dent into the Wayne fortune both in selfish and non-selfish ways. She's basically a petty tween.

But then she wakes up with powers. She thinks she's a meta- batman doesn't like metas, that's what she thinks, she doesn't know Bruce doesn't want metas in Gotham due to Gotham being ground zero for meta trafficking. Boom, panic.

I think she has powers like flying, super strength, and like immediate healing if not "iron skin" like Superman. So she wakes because she hits the ceiling due to flying while asleep. She panics, falls, maybe breaks something, nobody comes to check on her-

Now, she always has toyed with the idea of leaving, but this? THIS? Breaking point, she packs necessities and the Wayne card and says bye-bye Gotham, good morning... Chicago? NYC? Idk, whichever place Omni man lives in ig.

The batfam, of course, doesn't notice. In this universe, I think even Alfred won't have been paying that much attention to batsis, man's too busy. So what if one day he does his rounds, cleaning, opens a door he hasn't been in a while.

The room is dusty. Dusty beyond hell, and one singular photo of batsis at like a kindergarten graduation makes him drop everything, including his heart. Old man goes feral, absolutely crazy, because where the fuck is this kid, this little baby, that he went and picked up because Bruce couldn't be bothered.

The batfam goes crazy too. In the mean time-

Batsis is, surprisingly, living her best life. Initially, she planned on getting an under the table job- clean a bar, babysit, be the errand girl of some shady drag dealer, etc. But Nolan sees her while she tries to get her powers under control, shakily flying, accidentally blowing to pieces a tree as she leans against it.

Omni-man as he lurks in the shadows: Debbie would love a daughter. I would love a daughter.

Batsis would call it kidnapping, Nolan calls it adopting without extra steps. Debbie takes one look at this shaken kid and immediately goes mama mode while reprimanding Nolan about taking a kid off the streets and not warning her so she could prepare better.

Mark? It takes about 2 hours before he realizes that they can be training buddies and that they have similar taste in some things. That's his baby sister. No arguments, just baby sis. Batsis? Much like a hungry, cold cat, she accepts her fate. It does feel nice to finally have some attention on her.

So she trains with Nolan and Mark, gets great, becomes a reluctant superhero, deliberately ignores Nolan's rants about her becoming such a great warrior, his little girl on the way of becoming the greatest conquror. Gothamite batsis just shrugs it off as just a Thursday.

Back with the batfam, pure chaos. Everyone is in shambles. How could they forget about a whole kid? Their siblings, Bruce's youngest daughter. Guilt is slowly turning into madness, and madness is slowly turning into a need to prove they can be better, that they weren't deliberately overlooking an innocent child because of personal pettiness, they were just distracted but now they'll right their wrongs.

Bonus p1:

Superman finally meeting batsis: What do you mean you're Bruce's kid? 😃 What do you mean you're a meta and instead of coming to uncle Clark you go and get adopted by murderous Omni-man? 🙂 What do you mean you kinda approve of him killing his enemies? 🫠

Batsis just wants Joker to die.

Bonus pt2:

Dick: What do you mean she's calling that other Grayson boy big brother? 😀

Damien: What do you mean I have another sibling? What do you mean she's calling that purple alien bastard her little brother?! I blame you, father.

Bonus pt3:

John Constantine: WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU GAVE ONE OF BATMAN'S KIDS IMMORTALITY AND MAGICAL POWERS?

The deity/entity batsis has been depicting in her paintings for years: *shrugs* I was bored, my little priestess was sad, she's not anymore 🤷

That's the plot twist, batsis is actually magical, but her powers work the way they do because that's the only way she knows how to fight with them. Magic isn't on her thought as a possibility, even if she was into the occult.

Cue John drinking for 3 days straight before having the courage(or will) to go to the Bat.

[sylith]

SNOOZE⋆｡°✩ light cavalry crew and how it would be sleeping with them⋆｡°✩ (A/N : hey yall....no hyuk hunting you today...owen is) ⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩

OWEN⋆｡°✩ -i love him bad omg -my princess does his skincare with you everynight, brushes his teeth with you every night. -he waits outside the door when you need to pee in the middle of the night.(he wanted to hold your hand while you took a shit but you kicked him out) -bedtime is 11:30 PM - 7:30 AM, yup i know cause i be with him all night. -likes to hear you debrief your day to him(not like he doesn't know already#stalkerowencreepy), and he talks about his day with you as well. -the big spoon loves holding you and kisses the top of your head everytime. -he either wears a fancy pajama or goes to bed shirtless, no in between. -you’d just finished debriefing about your day. You talked while he listened with his chin propped on his hand, occasionally gasping or rolling his eyes on your behalf like he was personally offended by your inconveniences. then he told you all about his day, dramatically, of course with complete with hand gestures, whispered gossip, and some light reenactments. by the time you both settled into the quiet, it was past 11:30. he adjusted the blankets, slid his arm around your waist, and tucked his face into the side of your neck. “i love you sweetheart, goodnight,” he murmured. “mhm. Goodnight,” you mumbled. silence. then— “…are you being for real right now?...you forgot something.” you didn’t even open your eyes. “Owen.” “i’m not sleeping until I hear it.” you sighed, already smiling. “Goodnight. I love you.” He exhaled like he’d just been revived. “There it is,” he whispered, immediately pressing soft kisses to your shoulder, your jaw, the curve of your neck—each one slower than the last. “this is why I keep you,” he murmured. “now sleep, my love. my heart can rest peacefully." and with that, he curled tighter around you, content and warm, as if your words had tucked him in better than the blanket ever could.

-will hide your phone before you go to bed, cause he wants your attention. -he does take pictures of your face when you sleep and keeps it in his secret folder with all the secret pictures of you...that's right...he's actually in your walls, watch out. -might as well keep yalls toes interlockes with how close he wants to be.

NOAH⋆｡°✩ -i lick my screen everytime she appears. -sleeps late, wakes up late. (2 AM - 11 AM) ...sleep early y'all -it is damn near impossible to wake her up, she could be in war and you couldnt wake her up. -watches you do your skincare routine first (like a cat) then waits for you to do hers cause she likes you touching up her face, and her in general. -she goes to sleep naked or half-naked. -similar to Owen, she does hide your phone before bed so all your attention is on her. -she rants about a person that as pissed her off or who she thinks sucks and shoulnt be hyped at all while you play with and braid her hair. -small spoon, she loves to feel loved. she would crawl into your skin if she could. -wants you to tell her a story before bed. doesn’t matter if it’s made up or real, she just wants to hear your voice. -sleeps with one leg fully across your body like a seatbelt. -you were halfway through braiding her hair when she went off. again. “i don’t care what the internet says, that dude has no edge control. he just got lucky with the wind.” you yawned. “you’ve said this three nights in a row now.” “because i’m right. they keep acting like he’s some prodigy, but have you seen his cornering?” you mumbled something noncommittal, focusing on the braid. she didn’t need encouragement—she was fully fired up on her own. “next time we race, i’m ending it in ten minutes. maybe five if i’m petty. which i am.” she sat up slowly, slid into your lap like gravity pulled her there, and buried her face into your neck. “phone off,” she mumbled. you blinked. “huh?” “phone. off. you looked at it twice.” you laughed, but set it aside. “yes, ma’am.” she hummed and immediately relaxed, sliding deeper into your arms like it was muscle memory. “goodnight. love you,” you whispered, kissing the top of her head. she scoffed but tightened her grip on your hand. “gross.... love you too.”

HARRY⋆｡°✩ -even luffy wouldn't be able to pull me off this man..he moves like he has boobs. -bedtime is 10:45PM - 8:00AM i know he takes his sleep seriously. -he yaps about what kind of chicken he wants to eat for breakfast. perhaps lemon pepper or teriyaki?all about chicken chicken chicken -i know i said sleep but....would yall be able to sleep with his loud ass snores? right right -does scratch your back for a bit but then instantly falls asleep. -big spoon. -his hands are usually crossed over his chest when he sleeps, but sometimes you lie on top of him, head buried in his chest. his heartbeat is your lullaby. -he acts like he doesnt wanna hear about your drama but he is very invested. with all that "wait are you talking about the one who slept with her bsfs ex" "tsk see thats messed up to do, cause if it was me..." -it’s late, way past your usual bedtime, but harry’s still awake, sitting at the edge of the bed with a glass of water in hand. he’s got that calm, almost bored look on his face like he’s waiting for you to wrap up whatever’s keeping you up so you can both go to sleep. you finally toss your phone aside and flop down next to him, eyes already heavy. “what’s for breakfast tomorrow?” you ask, voice barely above a whisper. his fingers tap the bed. “bbq chicken or maybe garlic butter. you decide.” you smile and scoot closer, letting your head fall onto his broad chest. he wraps an arm around you, fingers tracing lazy circles on your back. your eyelids flutter closed, but just before sleep pulls you under, harry’s loud snore surprises you—he’s already out cold. -sometimes hums quietly in his sleep, like a weird little habit that’s oddly soothing

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dedications: @wthphe1n @bfwooin @dzvelinaskebiyars @shintaru @hyukwwn @nixruniii @kuchisabishiiiii....they're coming for you

They’re gonna get you yall💔💔

[dioslesbianwife]

The la squadra with a partner who has the stand killer queen please I love the pink cat stand so much .

Her explaining she got stabbed with the arrow multiple times and has 3 different abilities normal shear heart attack and bites the dust.

They are perfect in the team of assassins with that stand it leaves nothing behind.

Imagen them almost dying and there partner using bits the dust so they go back one hour and saying sorry if it hurt them but they deserve to live and asking if they are alright after bites the dust.

Ghiaccio being safe form sheer heart attack because of his stand the heat speaking one.

sure, tyfor requesting, hope you enjoy

Ghiaccio

The most smug about being immune to Sheer Heart Attack.

“PFFT. Heat-seeking? Get real. White Album runs at zero Kelvin. That little bomb can’t touch me. Unlike the rest of you idiots, I don’t overheat.”

The first time he sees Killer Queen kill someone by just pointing and touching? He screams.

“WHAT- THEY EXPLODED?! WHAT KIND OF- ”

Once he calms down, he respects the hell out of you.

If you use Bites the Dust to protect him during a mission where he nearly bleeds out, he wakes up an hour earlier, mid-rant, and just freezes.

“...wait. Weren’t we- ? You- YOU USED IT, DIDN’T YOU?”

Melone

Oh he’s obsessed with you. In a scientific way. And a “dear god you’re perfect” way.

He loves that you carry such controlled, calculated destruction in such a pristine body.

The moment you explain how Bites the Dust works, he asks to test it by staging simulations.

“You reset time and create an autonomous bomb inside someone’s body? Oh… let’s study together.”

He absolutely tries to convince you to let Baby Face mimic your Stand. You refuse. He sulks for days.

If you use Bites the Dust to protect him, he’s lowkey emotional after.

“You didn’t have to rewind everything just for me…”

You: “You didn’t deserve to die.”

He kisses your hand and goes back to calling you his perfect muse.

Prosciutto

Silent approval. He watches how cleanly Killer Queen eliminates witnesses and how nothing is left behind, and he knows you’re the ideal asset.

He doesn’t ask how you got your abilities. But when you mention you were stabbed with the arrow more than once, he stares hard.

“That’s… interesting.”

Your Stand reminds him of a well-polished weapon. Efficient. Silent. Beautiful. He doesn’t say it, but he trusts you completely.

When you use Bites the Dust after he gets mortally wounded, he realizes what happened immediately when he wakes up. He stares at you for a long time.

“Your Stand…” he says. “...thank you.”

He just pats your head and tells you to rest.

Pesci

TERRIFIED of your Stand. He saw Killer Queen touch someone’s shoulder once and the body obliterated itself from existence.

He tries to act normal around you but keeps asking innocent questions like:

“If I sneeze near you… will I explode?”

“Would a Sheer Heart Attack ever follow me?”

“What if I trip and accidentally touch Killer Queen?!”

You’re so patient with him. You explain things calmly, reassure him gently, even call him “safe.”

After a mission where he panics and nearly dies, you use Bites the Dust. When he wakes up, you’re already hugging him and whispering, “You’re okay now. You’re alright.”

He sniffles and clutches you tight. You’re like a guardian angel with bombs for wings.

Illuso

Doesn’t like how much power you have.

“So you can just… erase people. And then time travel? Cute.”

But he also gets irrationally mad when anyone else flirts with you.

“Back off, that bombshell’s mine. Literally. She’ll kill you without lifting a finger.”

Mirror World + Killer Queen combo is unstoppable. He starts working with you more and more on jobs.

He’s cocky about your Sheer Heart Attack tracking enemies while he traps them in his mirror.

“They can’t outrun heat, and they can’t hide from me. We’re unstoppable.”

After a particularly bad fight leaves him on death’s door, you rewind time with Bites the Dust. He gets reborn an hour earlier and stares at you like you’re a god.

“You… brought me back.”

You: “I couldn’t lose you.”

He grins and wraps his arm around you. “Guess you really do love me, hm?”

Formaggio

“You’re like a walking delete button.”

He watches you use Killer Queen and whistles every time.

“Boom. No body. No evidence. No problem.”

Loves Sheer Heart Attack. Tries to race it once. Nearly loses his legs.

Doesn’t fully understand Bites the Dust but he thinks it’s badass.

“...You rewound time so I wouldn’t bleed out on that balcony?”

You nod.

“Babe… that’s the most romantic thing anyone’s ever done for me.”

Tells everyone you’re his dangerous little angel.

Risotto Nero

“You’ve been stabbed with the arrow more than once.” he said once. 

You nod. He doesn’t ask why. He doesn’t have to. He just says,

“Good that you’re one of us.”

He gives you the most high-level jobs. He trusts you to eliminate targets with no witnesses. To reset time if anyone from the team dies.

When he almost dies and you use Bites the Dust to bring him back, he meets you in a quiet room an hour earlier and says:

“You rewound everything… for me.”

You: “I couldn’t stand to lose you.”

He stares at you for a long time. Then:

“I hope you never have to do that again.”

It’s his way of saying “thank you.”

[mi-ni-me]

Hooooooomygawd. This is exactly what I was ranting about in my last post! I should’ve been posted this, but of course everytime I try I get immediately distracted and start scrolling or completely forget and walk away doing something else 😅. BUT HEYYYYY IM HEREEEE, and I’ve decided this week’s spread is underfell based since that’s what most doodles I had were🌚. So let’s just jump right into it,,

1-4.)First off an Underfell! Papyrus spread cause I luv him and I wanted to have one to match his brother. I’ve been planning on doing spreads for each skeleton but obviously that’s going to take a little longer than planned lol! My underfell papyrus has no eye-lights, not because he’s blind but because I like it best aesthetically. I also hc he wakes up early to go to the store, but is still grumpy cause it’s 5 am…even though it’s his personal routine he did to himself🌚. Though! He wears sweats and that’s the ONLY time you’ll catch him in some sweats. His primary weapon is a sharp ended bone for easy access, he’s 6’6 with his heeled boots on, which are inspired by a certain someone. Finally, he has a stinky lazy cat named Doomfanger, I personally don’t like cats but I’d try for him,,

5,6,7.)HOO doggy I needs him😩 my uf!Gaster otherwise known as “Ego” n some background info for him and the boys when they were younger. He was the Royal Mad Scientist and very smart yet incredibly self centered, his experiments sons Sans and Papyrus stay home until he gets back after long hours and can be gone for days at a time. Though his oldest, Sans is very responsible they still wish he didn’t work his hours. Finally, before his disappearance into the core, his sons were both visiting before everything went down, Dr.Gaster, who after finally achieving SOMETHING within the core is faced with two incredibly difficult choices, he who is OBVIOUSLY MAD!!!!!??! Decides to instead leave his children in order to see the truth. This without a doubt is one of the first of many hardships young Sans and Payrus face.

8,9,10.)Last but not least a cat study page for Doomfanger since I found out I wanted to draw a cat without knowing how to draw a cat whatsoever, so I practiced!! Doomfanger is stinky cause he doesn’t like baths, lazy from lack of discipline (surprising but Edge can’t even yell at the poor thing.), and greedy from overeating, does this sound like someone we know?🌚 He has a scar across his left eye and half his fluffy tail is almost bare leaving only fluff at the end. Doomfanger doesn’t get along well with his uncle, which many find odd as they’re incredibly similar, too bad they don’t see it themselves. (Bonus Edge holding kitten Doomfanger, the beginning of a deadly friendship. And yes this one is noticeably newer than the others but it’s on the same page and fits the theme so let’s assume it was there from beginning 🌚😂)

[kayesfanfics]

Castlevania Men When Their S/O Has a Nightmare

Trevor Belmont

Is the type to casually wrap an arm around you and pull you back into bed with him. He’s still half asleep, but he will cuddle you and let you relax, asking you if a beer would help. When you smack him, he knows you’re okay and not having a full on break down

If it’s serious though, the kind that leads to a panic attack, he will be alert and wide awake immediately, ready to help you. He will take your hands in his, his thumbs rubbing the back of your hands, and he makes you look him in the eyes. He will tell you you need to breathe, and to copy him; breathe in through your nose, and out of your mouth. Once you’ve calmed down to at least semi normal breathing, he’ll tug you into his chest and hug you tightly, playing with your hair as he lets you bury his face into his chest

He may be a little awkward about getting real and talking about his feelings, but if you want to tell him about your nightmare, he’s all ears. He’ll stare at the ceiling and rub your back or play with your hair mindlessly as you talk, and he lets you rant if it gets to that. Will joke and say he’ll slay all your demons for you, earning a small laugh from you before you’re all “No but seriously-“

Adrian Tepes

Immediately wakes up, thinking something is endangering you. Once he scans the room and realizes there’s nothing threatening you, he’ll turn to you to figure out what is happening. Once he realizes you had a nightmare, he’ll go from protective mode to soft mode in the blink of an eye. Asks if he can hold you, and you answer him by clinging onto him, burying your face in the crook of his neck. He hugs you, rubbing your back and even singing you a lullaby his mother used to sing to him as a boy

Would be honored if you opened up to him about your nightmare. He wants to know your every fear so that he can protect you from them, no matter how great or small you may think they are. If you ever try to write it off and tell him he’s been through worse, he’ll shut that down immediately. Your fears are valid too, he doesn’t care if you think little of them. To him, anything that frightens you even the littlest bit is a threat, and he wants to keep you safe from them, be it spiders or a traumatic experience

Will take you out for a walk if you can’t go back to sleep. He wasn’t really sleeping either, so it’s of no disturbance to him. Will hold your hand as you walk through the woods, to the stream where he fishes. He’ll have you sit next to him on the river bank, and you let the cool night air flow through your hair, and the rippling of the water ground you and relax you further. If you get chilly, Adrian will lend you his coat, draping it over your shoulders and smiling when you bring it to your face to breathe in his scent

Hector

He knows all too well that feeling of waking up in sheer terror in the middle of the night. You’ve helped him with plenty of nightmares after escaping the vampire sisters, so he is up and ready to help you. He remembers you holding him and playing with his hair when he wakes up from one, so he offers to do that for you. When your shaking body presses against his, he wants nothing more than to take that pain and fear from you. He hates seeing you in such distress, especially over something he can’t physically see and protect you from

One of his undead pets will hop up onto the bed and plop down in your lap. Whether it’s his puppy, Cezar, who licks at your face and whines for you, or his cat who simply curls up in your lap and purrs. Either one, their love is pure and you pet them to ground yourself as you begin to relax. Hector smiles down at the pet, being all “Are you protecting Y/N as well? Such a caring thing you are.” and you smile as he rubs your arms to soothe your shaking body and your nerves

He wants to know what scared you, he wants to help you and protect you from this fear. He knows he’s not exactly the strongest person, but he’s still there for you and wants you to feel safe in his arms. If you don’t feel ready to share, he understands, since it took him time to open up about his as well. So for the meantime, holding you while you held one of his undead pets was enough

[stxrrynightskies]

𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

✩°｡⋆ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: r. akutagawa x reader

⋆｡° ✮ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: just some boyfriend headcanons with my favourite boy

⋆ ˚｡⋆ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: first post, i hope you enjoy it!

✩ he’s the type to act like he doesn't know you in public (but he does it to protect you)

✩ pretends he doesn't care about you but would quite literally tear yokohama apart if something were to happen to you

✩ obviously, he needs a lot of praise and reassurance

✩ "who did this to you?" type of guy

✩ he gets a little insecure about your relationship. he knows you love him, but sometimes he wonders why

✩ always acts like he doesn't want to do all those cute little dates with you when in reality, he loves them

✩ he gets jealous sooooo easily

✩ the softest boy imaginable when the two of you are alone

✩ his smile is only reserved for you

✩ as much as he tries ignoring you in public, if he sees you, he immediately hovers over to you

✩ he'll always sit silently and listen to you rant about your day or your interests

✩ after a long night of work, he'd make his way to your house and slip into your bed with you and just hold you close

✩ loves being the little spoon

✩ sometimes, when you try walking away from him, he'll use rashomon to wrap around your waist and pull you back

✩ never lets his anger issues get the better of him around you

✩ the best part of his day is to fall into your arms and cuddle until you both fall asleep

✩ and if you're not a touchy-feely person, he'd be more than happy to just enjoy your presence

✩ rarely has emotional moments but when he does, he gets so overwhelmed and just wants to curl up in bed with you

✩ because he works odd hours in the mafia, sometimes you'll wake up to him making breakfast for the two of you, and sometimes he won't wake up until three in the afternoon

✩ at the beginning of your relationship, he absolutely hated physical contact because it reminded him of his days with dazai

✩ constantly afraid of messing up in front of you

✩ but your gentle manner let you bypass his walls

✩ would rather die that admit he's wrong during an argument (until realizes he's gone to far)

✩ you're always the first person he goes to when he gets any form of good news

✩ so good at painting nails (and doing hair)

✩ sometimes, he'd make you listen to a song and tell you "this reminds me of you." whether it's romantic of silly (same with memes)

✩ he loves matching outfits when you guys go out

✩ you better believe he's got incredible fashion sense

✩ absolutely melts when you play with his hair

✩ he has one specific (and unique) pet name for you and would literally kill anyone who refers to you by it

✩ secret hand-holding under the table when you're out with friends

✩ you guys have a son (it's a stray cat that akutagawa begged to keep one night on the way home)

𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃!

[purpleberiii]

"Sinners with a little sinner in MBCC"

☆Prompt: You are the youngest sinner in MBCC (about the age of 5-6). How would the characters treat you?

☆Warnings: None

☆Includes: Zoya, Anne, Nightingale (I know she's not a sinner), Chelsea, Caberent, Bai Yi.

ZOYA

Zoya's first impression of you was that you were smol and tiny but she felt you were strong.

Despite her scary nature, she was extremely gentle with you. Always carrying you around on her shoulders.

Zoya plays fight with you. She would throw light punches and when you throw a punch, she would dramatically fall to the ground saying you win.

Some nights, you would climb up on Zoya's lap and snuggle against her chest and fall asleep, soon after, she would as well, holding you close to her body.

ANNE

Anne absolutely adores you. Your chubby cheeks makes you look like a baby in her arms.

Anne loves having you around whenever she takes care of others. She'd dress you in a little nurse outfit and give you small tasks like wetting a cloth and bringing it to her, throwing away unnecessary papers and stuff like that.

Anne also loves braiding your hair in her free time as well as reading books to you. She'd have you in her lap and a book opened up while she reads.

Eventually, you'd fall asleep, leaving her to tuck you in. Kissing you forehead and bidding goodnight is also a must.

NIGHTINGALE

You were the only sinner nightingale liked because you weren't constantly hogging all of chief's attention to you. Instead, you'd sit there and listen to her rant about her obsession with the chief even though your tiny brain can't comprehend any she says.

You followed her around like a puppy, whenever she has a task, she always made sure to bring you. If she sees one of the employees harassing you, immediately she will report them.

Nightingale loves feeding you. She loves watching the way your chubby cheeks worked to chew your food and while she remained calm on the outside, she was literally squealing on the inside.

Whenever you're feeling cold, expect her to wrap you up in her coat and place her hat on your head, she does literally everything to make you feel warm.

CHELSEA

Chelsea spoils you. Literally with anything. She gives you new clothes every week, and even have the best shampoos brought in for you.

She made sure your cell was as clean as anything, even going long lengths to make sure your cell is designed however you deemed fit.

Chelsea had her tailor made matching outfits for you and her on occasions, for the chief as well, so you'd all look like a big family.

You're the only person she trusts with sitri and sometimes she even finds you sleeping on the big cat. She won't wake you, she'll take pictures.

CABERNET

You were scared of Cabernet no joke. The things she tell others had you thinking about it. "Will she really eat my soul?"

Once Cabernet realised this, she tried to be more gentle and loving around you and slowly, you warmed up to her.

Because of her wealth, Cabernet always bought expensive toys and books for you, also clothing.

There was always rivalry between her and Chelsea to see who you'd like more but in the end you choose them both, saying that you couldn't pick.

Cabernet always carried you around attached to her hip. Her favourite thing to do for you was to cook and believe it or not, she was a really good cook. She always looked forward to hearing your praises about the food.

She even went against the chief's orders and snuck a tiny bit of non alcoholic wine for you which made you all energetic.

BAI YI (OH MY WIFE)

Bai yi was your idol. You wanted to be like her when you grew up and you made sure she knew it. She was always so carefree and relaxed, making you think that she didn't have anything to worry about.

Bai yi was the one who'd go against all the rules for you, just so you could be happy. She has a weakness for you and everyone knew it.

She would take you on motorcycle rides at night, driving at a slower pace than normal. She bought you food and took you to a nice spot where you two sat down and admired the stars.

Eventually, she left with you sleeping peacefully in her arms, your head resting on your chest while her usually opened jacket was closed so that you fit snuggly in it.

When she returned to MBCC past curfew and while she being scolded by Nightingale, she would turn around and show them the position you were in and immediately they all would shut up. She never woke you up, she wanted you to sleep on her chest all night and you didn't mind as you fell asleep listening to her heartbeat.

A/n: you can clearly see who's my favourite from there. I might do another part with teenager reader.

[redux-iterum]

Charred Legacy: Chapter Thirty-Eight

(AO3 counterpart here.)

Cloudpaw and Fireheart returned home just before evening turned to night. Quickly, they curled up in their respective nests and pretended to sleep, conveniently “waking up” as their Clanmates started to. With so many cats making their way around camp, the tell-tale pawprints were covered up almost immediately, and no one seemed to notice that Cloudpaw was a little more tired again.

Fireheart kept to his decision; he and Cloudpaw went out with Snowpaw, Ravenwing, and Greystripe to hunt. The decree for all warriors to travel in groups of four had been relaxed, at least in the southern part of the territory. Despite the lack of dog-scent and Snowpaw teaching Cloudpaw how to crawl silently, and the eased energy of his friends, Fireheart couldn’t bring himself to completely chill out. Evidently, his anger had left a few droplets of itself in his gut, and now he had to almost physically stop himself from thinking of his argument with Rosy, or those droplets would start to steam.  

He hated that. He didn’t want to have any negative emotions tied to his sister. But even a single thought calling back to her insulting Bluestar, and he would unconsciously turn his head away from whichever way he was facing and grimace as he forced new thoughts into his head and dug them in as deep as he could, hoping that would silence the words Rosy had said.

“Are you okay?” Greystripe murmured to him as Snowpaw signed something that made Cloudpaw chuff.

Fireheart defaulted to a lie. “I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine.” Greystripe gave him a light touch with a massive paw. “You’ve been completely silent all night and keep staring like you’re about to kill someone.”

Fireheart was tempted to stay silent in the hopes that his friend would let the matter drop, but he knew better. He sighed out, “Just thinking about the dogs. And hoping my sister’s okay.”

It didn’t look like Greystripe was satisfied with that answer, but he did nod and say, “Alright. If, uh, if you want to talk, you can tell me anything.”

Dared he tell him? If anyone was to understand a rule-breaker, it would be him. At the same time, if Fireheart started talking, his odds of ranting and upsetting Cloudpaw were a little too high for his liking.

“I’ll let you know,” was all he said, and they left it at that.

He managed to cool down and relax over the next few nights, though by the stars, was it a slow process. Speckletail seemed to notice his lingering tension and started putting him on more patrols, often without Cloudpaw. It helped to have his attention elsewhere, at least, and it was good to be out of camp where Darkstripe couldn’t scowl at him with one eye squinted. Fireheart didn’t trust that his temper would stay under control if he remained inside.

One night, Speckletail invited him to join herself, Willowpelt, and Sandstorm on a hunting patrol, which he took gladly. Cloudpaw looked at him with some disappointment and anxiety as he spoke to the deputy. Before he left, he approached his nephew with an order.

“I’d like you to stay close to camp tonight,” he said. “If any nests need refreshing, or the elders need grooming, take care of that. And visit Brightpaw, too. She seems to be doing better with you around.”

“She’s not as, um…” Cloudpaw tilted his head in thought. “Not as shut-down as before. But yesterday, I offered to take her out to make dirt and she started shaking really hard.”

Fireheart nodded sympathetically. “Then just bring her some prey or help clean her fur. You’re doing very well taking care of her and the elders.”

“I like doing it,” Cloudpaw said. “It’s fun.”

Something in Fireheart settled and he regarded his nephew fondly. “That’s the right attitude. I wish the other apprentices were more like you.”

Cloudpaw’s fur fluffed out and he puffed his chest proudly, his disappointment forgotten. Fireheart touched his nose to his forehead before turning around and following after his patrol out of camp.

It was a night of dense air, brought about by the fog that was thick enough to hide anything past the immediately surrounding trees wherever Fireheart stood. Despite this, and the snow on the ground that had turned hard and crunchy, Fireheart couldn’t help but enjoy himself. Even with his Clanmates around him, it felt private, quiet, and oddly comfortable—easy to step away from his thoughts and walk mindlessly in a void.

“Well, good luck to us finding anything tonight,” Sandstorm remarked, shaking out her smooth, pale fur. “I can’t even smell you right next to me, Willowpelt.”

“Oh, it’s not that bad.” Willowpelt tapped Sandstorm with her tail. “Just pay attention.”

“‘Just pay attention,’” Sandstorm snipped with no venom. “Why didn’t I think of that?”

Speckletail turned her head back to squint jokingly at them. “That’ll be a great piece of advice if the two of you pipe down and start listening for prey.”

Sandstorm looked at Fireheart and gestured at the older mollies with playful exasperation. Fireheart twitched his whiskers, but said nothing. After waiting a moment, presumably for a response, Sandstorm faced forward again, her tail still.

It was difficult to tell exactly how far from camp they’d gone, but at some point Fireheart realized they were going past burnt trees. He looked to Speckletail, asking, “Have we been having luck hunting out here?”

“Oh, no.” Speckletail gestured vaguely with a sweep of her tail. “I was planning to take us out to the neutral grounds. Dustpelt’s patrol yesterday found a lot there.”

“Shame it’s come to that point,” Willowpelt said. “Nothing out there is quite as tasty as forest-born prey.”

“We’ll be back to it in spring, don’t worry.”

“I hope so.”

The conversation turned to mild chatter that Fireheart didn’t pay much attention to. He absorbed the false privacy of the fog. He hardly even heard his own pawsteps.

Imagine what it’d be like to be the only cat in the world, he thought, as the fog thickened, almost hiding his Clanmates. Not a care beyond finding shelter and food. No arguments or other cats to worry about.

…Maybe that’d be a little too lonely for me.

 “Hey, that’s interesting.”

Fireheart blinked back to reality. He’d lagged behind a fair few steps and only now saw Sandstorm at one end of a fallen, black tree, squinting at the roots, some of which were still clinging to a mound of disturbed, dark soil. 

“This wasn’t here before,” she said. “Did the fire do this?”

Fireheart trotted up to join her. The inner wood that the roots surrounded had been completely burned away, leaving a surprisingly large hole big enough to house a fox and her cubs.

“Weird,” was all he said.

Again, a pause and a look from Sandstorm, but she said nothing to him. Willowpelt and Speckletail joined them, examining the charred interior.

“Well, we won’t be finding any prey in there,” Willowpelt said. She nodded to the side. “But at least we’re close to the neutral grounds. Let’s get going.”

Speckletail flicked her tail. “You two go ahead. Fireheart and I will check around here, just in case.”

Fireheart blinked in surprise. Willowpelt and Sandstorm glanced at each other, then Speckletail, who flicked her tail more firmly, and they trotted off into the fog. Fireheart waited for them to disappear fully before turning to the deputy. He stopped before he could say anything; she was looking at him rather gravely.

“Um,” he said: half a question, half a prompt.

Speckletail approached him, looking down at him with a somewhat-unreadable face. He thought he caught concern and weariness in her eyes. “I’ve been meaning to talk with you privately. What’s troubling you?”

He restrained a flinch. “Troubling…? I, uh, I’m fine.”

“Fireheart, you can be honest with me,” Speckletail said with a calming blink. “I’ve been putting you on so many patrols recently because I’m concerned about you. You’re radiating this intense energy, and you always look like you’re about to get into a screaming match with whoever you’re talking to.”

Fireheart said nothing. His mind scrambled for an excuse.

“I don’t know what’s happened,” Speckletail went on, “but you’re affecting your apprentice. He’s nervous to be around you. Have you noticed that?”

He hadn’t. Fireheart stared at her, his mind now frantically scraping around for any memory of how he’d been acting since Cloudpaw came home. He couldn’t find any, just memories of stewing in his emotions and not paying attention to anything around him.

“Um,” he said again.

Speckletail sighed—though, Fireheart noticed, more in a melancholic way than frustrated. “You’re not in any trouble, you know. I just worry because I appreciate your help and energy in taking care of the Clan, and it’s hard to find that when you’re upset like this. Whatever’s going on, you can tell me.”

Should he? He clenched his jaw unconsciously.

“The thing is, if I’m going to be honest…” Speckletail glanced backwards, ears perked at the way the other mollies had gone, before turning to Fireheart and dropping her volume. “I’ve been giving you a lot of tasks because I’ve been testing you. I think you could be…”

She trailed off, straightening up and swiveling her ears.

Fireheart tilted his head. “What?”

“…I thought I heard something.” Speckletail squinted to her left, peering into the wall of fog. She slowly took a few steps in that direction, craning her neck forward, her ears working overtime. “Is someone here?”

Fireheart strained to catch any noise, almost squinting a little himself. Now that she mentioned it, there was something like paws shuffling through snow, growing a bit louder by the moment.

“I hear pawsteps,” he said, voice low out of instinct. “Sandstorm and Willowpelt didn’t leave that way, though…”

Speckletail’s eyes narrowed. “There isn’t supposed to be a patrol out here—”

Then she stopped, stiffening. Fireheart looked at her questioningly, going a little stiff himself when she said, “We need to find the others. Come on.” Before he could respond, she whipped around and started off at a run in the direction their Clanmates had gone, the haze swallowing her quickly.

Fireheart hastened after her, but with the fog and her footsteps fading almost immediately, he had to rely on her prints to catch up to her. Pawsteps did grow louder, but they were coming from a different direction—somewhere to Fireheart’s left. They were clunky and heavy, and there only seemed to be one… whatever animal it was, making that noise.

And it was rapidly getting closer.

Fireheart’s run turned into a sprint, just before a shape shot out of the fog and sent him skidding to a halt. He scrambled backwards, back-fur bristling.

It was impossible to tell what it was—tall, far too tall for any animal he’d seen before, and night-black, shaggy tendrils drifting off of its body. A pair of round lights dimly sat in the highest point of whatever this form was, focused directly on Fireheart. It was perfectly silent, and aside from the tendrils shivering a little from its breathing, perfectly still.

For a long moment, Fireheart couldn’t move. He couldn’t even think. He stared at this creature, and the creature stared back, its eyes brightening with interest and hunger. The memory of Swifttail’s story back in the Barn gripped his chest.

A long, pink tongue rolled out of what Fireheart could now guess was its muzzle and licked both sides of its mouth. Barely visible were long, jagged, white teeth, going so far up its head that for a moment Fireheart thought it could split in half just by opening its mouth.

Still staring at him, it started forward.

Terror, he thought. Terror with a mouth like a dog– is this a test?

Another memory of the Barn, this time a phrase he had learned from Barley. Inhaling as much as he could, he barked at the top of his voice, “NO!”

The thing stopped in its tracks, eyes losing some of their pale light. It tilted its head, licking its invisible lips again.

Just as it lifted a paw to take another step, a yowl sounded off and Terror turned its head to be greeted by a lunging Speckletail, her claws out and slashing at its face. It yelped, high and loud, and Fireheart stumbled backwards as Speckletail landed in front of him.

“Run!” she shouted. “Run and hide! Come on!”

Fireheart didn’t need to be told again; he whipped around and sprinted the way he had come, eyes darting left and right, looking for safety. Speckletail panted close behind him, followed by heavy footfalls and an equally heavy, much more monstrous panting from the creature.

“Split up!” Speckletail said, and suddenly her footsteps and breath veered away to the side.

Fireheart kept running, almost in a panic worse than the fire could have done to him, until his eyes caught the black log. Without a second thought, he dove into its innards, pressing himself hard against the deepest corner of the tree.

Wild-eyed, he watched the outside, waiting for the thing to poke its head in and discover him. But all he heard was scrabbling, a shout of alarm, and then snarls, accompanied by a shriek of fear and anger. His heart beating almost too hard for him to stay standing, Fireheart shook violently, fighting to get his body to move and failing.

Come on, he wanted to shout to himself. You weren’t like this during the fire! Speckletail could be hurt right now! Get moving!

But he couldn’t do anything. He tried to force his paws to move and only succeeded in crumpling to the ground.

Shortly, the snarls stopped, and heavy pawsteps galloped out of hearing range. Still, it took a long, long moment for Fireheart to be able to stand, shaking all the while, and poke his head out of the log to see what had happened.

One of the charred trees stood marred by claw-marks, coal-bark splintered off and spread on the ground around its trunk. Below it lay Speckletail, bleeding into the snow, her red life surrounding her and leading off into the dark fog. The beast was gone.

Fireheart’s panic flared again, this time pushing him to race for his deputy and circle around her, nudging and nosing.

“Speckletail!” he whispered, loud as a whisper could be while staying one. “Are you alive?”

Nothing but a ragged wheeze. Speckletail’s front legs were both bent backwards, her neck loose and stretched. Blood oozed out of multiple half-rings all over her body. She smelled oily and like saliva.

Fireheart looked around wildly. He couldn’t shout for help, or it would come back. But he couldn’t run to find someone and leave Speckletail alone.

Desperate and with no better ideas, Fireheart grabbed Speckletail by the scruff and started dragging her backwards in the vague direction of what he dearly hoped were the neutral grounds. Speckletail offered no resistance, nor support. Her breathing went quieter.

“Stay with me,” Fireheart pleaded through his teeth. “We’re getting you help. Just hold on.”

Speckletail wheezed again. Her neck where Fireheart gripped her was oddly soft.

“Just hold on,” Fireheart repeated, dragging as fast as he could. “Keep breathing.”

The search backwards was painfully slow. Fireheart stumbled multiple times, but he never loosened his bite and he refused to pause even for a moment. The snow crunched underneath his paws and a bloody trail dug through the white ground.

All the while, Fireheart tried to encourage Speckletail, even as he struggled to breathe and his limbs started shaking with the effort.

“Stay with me,” he said, over and over. “Keep breathing. Please.”

Speckletail said nothing the entire time. Fireheart kept talking, losing awareness of what he was saying.

An eternity passed before any noise came from behind him. He gingerly lowered Speckletail’s head and neck back to the ground and turned around, praying to every spirit and god he could think of for it to not be Terror again.

He could have cried with relief as Sandstorm and Willowpelt appeared out of the fog, out of breath and with wide, frightened eyes.

“We heard dogs,” Willowpelt said quickly. “What happened?”

Oh, Fireheart thought dimly. It was a dog.

“It attacked us,” he said weakly. “Speckletail got caught while I hid. We need to get her home—maybe to a vet or something, I don’t know, she’s pretty badly beaten up—”

“Fireheart…” Sandstorm went around him, crouched and nosed Speckletail. She looked up at him, morose. “She’s dead.”

Fireheart stared at her. “No, that—”

He used a paw to nudge Speckletail’s head, which loosely rolled back into place. He sniffed her muzzle. Not even the slightest breath.

“No,” he barely managed to get out in a whimper. “She can’t… no, she…”

Something rested on his side. Fireheart jolted as Willowpelt came to stand beside him, her eyes deeply sad and sympathetic. Her tail lifted away from him and she gave him a grieving, but resigned look.

Fireheart couldn’t speak. He could barely breathe.

Sandstorm hung her head, but stood up and sighed. “What now?”

Willowpelt looked at Fireheart, as did Sandstorm. He belatedly realized he had been asked a question, and could barely get an answer out.

“We need to bring her home,” he managed.

The mollies nodded in unison, and Willowpelt joined Sandstorm on the other side of Speckletail’s body. Working together, they hauled her onto Sandstorm’s long back. Fireheart did not pay attention to how he took the lead and began the slow journey back to camp.

They didn’t say a word the entire walk.

[lucianinsanity-only-art]

The most important thing is Cash (part 3)

(Part 1) (Part 2)

His brother wasn't okay. He knew this from the moment he read that postcard.

But knowing and seeing it first hand were two different things.

Stanford looked like he was in a car crash. Stanley would know. The thing that worried him more than the dark bags under his eyes and the messy look was the bandages. They were difficult to focus on with his brother moving his hands around at every second, but they were the worst part. Completely covered in blood and dirt, clearly old.

He wondered superficially about that. Stanford was talking nonsense about being followed and not trusting people, it was frightening. His brother was always so put together, this version of him was so far from it that he had to process it first. He needed to help him. Maybe have him get a shower before anything else.

Cash squirmed in his jacket and his brother froze. His eyes immediately focusing on his stomach. The bump formed by the cat clear as day. Stanley suspected Stanford didn't notice just because of his ranting.

His hands grabbed the neck of his jacket and forced it open. Cash meowed sadly at the shaking. She looked confused and scared of his brother.

"Hey, careful, she didn't do anything to you" he said, taking Stanford's hands away from his cat.

"You have a cat" he muttered, more an affirmation than a question.

"Yeah, I wasn't going to leave her in the cold car"

Stanford nodded and stared at Cash in silence after that. He closed his jacket again.

The cat decided to place her head under his chin, like she often did at night, protecting him. Stanley didn't like the atmosphere that was forming. He cleared his throat, signaling Stanford to continue with whatever he was saying before Cash interrupted.

"Right, I need your help with something you won't believe"

Stanley chuckled a bit. He saw weird shit out in the streets. He could handle whatever Stanford wanted to show him.

"There's nothing about this I understand" he said looking at the machine in front of him.

His brother smiled a bit at his admissions. It looked wrong, tired and painful. He started to explain, but Stanley couldn't pay attention to a single word he said. Just hearing something about dimensions.

Stanford didn't look right. He was shaking slightly and his words slurred together. His body moved slowly and strangely, like every movement took all his concentration. Stanley was getting more and more worried.

And then Stanford collapsed. His knees buckling while he approached Stanley. His face contorting on an expression of pure confusion as he fell down. Stanley almost didn't have time to get there in time to catch him before he hit his head on the ground.

"Ford? Ford are okay?" He shook him slightly trying to wake him up. "Ford, please"

His brother didn't look like he was about to get up at any time soon. He suspected it was because of sleep deprivation. Stanford looked dead on his feet. So he decided to get him to bed.

But just as he was getting Stanford in his arms Cash hissed. Stanley looked down at his chest in confusion. Her fur was raised in fear and she kept hissing in warning at his brother. He tried to calm her down. She just flattened her ears more. Something was wrong.

He looked at Stanford. Stanford was looking back at him with yellow slitted eyes.

[manic-sapphic]

here it comes.. another spop rant on moments i see as mirrored~

~~very sorry but i bet most of you know what to expect from me by now.. i can't stop the spop thoughts. and tbh, i don't wanna lolol <3

**ok adding this note here after typing out what was meant (as usual ofc) to be a rant, sure, but not to the extent of the length it became (they just grow up so fast; such proud, so shame) so if anyone just wants the main idea i managed to succinctly make clear at the very end of all this wordy rambling across various tangents tryna make the same fckin points lmao, just scroll on down lol :)

so a mirror actually reflects reality, except flipped on its vertical axis, right? so the reflection is the same image, but if you look hard enough, you realize it's really an inversion of the original.

that's kinda how i feel about what adora says to catra in the sword pt 2 vs save the cat --

- when adora takes catra's hand after already plainly stating that she's "not going home" and says to her, "come with me, you don't have to go back there..." -

- this is all happening after adora tried to sneak out in the middle of the night w/o even telling catra, who only found out cause she happened to either be awake or wake up when she left~

- and upon catching up w adora and hearing her intentions, catra immediately is like "ok cool, let's go," even sounds kinda stoked on the idea- unsurprising since she fckin hates being in the fright zone. but adora quickly shuts it down, cause she "doesn't want her getting in trouble on my (adora's) behalf"

- but then pivots to asking her to just "cover for her till she gets back," saying she'll be back before anyone knows she's gone. and tbh, the way catra's jaw kinda drops slightly as she watches adora run off, ignoring her whispered calls after her, breaks my fucking heart. you can tell she's legit terrified at the idea of being left there in the fright zone w/o adora, even if it's just for a night.

~~(and tbh, adora ignoring catra's hushed calls after her as she runs off is way too similar for me to s5 when catra, invisible w melog but def still within earshot, ignores adora when she cries out her name at the end of failsafe [and every time i hear it, i can't help imagining how much it must've broke catra in half to keep going after she hears adora do that] 💔 my heart can't handle this shit fuuuu)~~

- and then adora doesn't come back the next day. catra had no clue where she was, but still must've thought that if she hadn't come back yet, there had to be a good reason for it - and she tries to refuse shadow weaver's command for her to find adora and bring her back - only to, once again, be abused by sw's magic and threatened if she doesn't comply (so much for not "getting in trouble on my [adora's] behalf")

- so she sets off w a team of soldiers to where sw already knows she is, finds adora, and assumes from the situation that she was taken prisoner by rebels. only to have adora tell her she's found out the horde is evil (which catra justifiably said "duh" to, and was prob pretty hurt to hear adora only figured out after spending a day or two w some rebels; total strangers to catra and adora atm vs the majority of her life spent as catra's best friend; i get the feeling catra thought her and adora were on the same page about that already, since adora had been the sole witness to the worst ways catra herself was treated in the horde since their childhood. [we don't know that yet, but once you do, hindsight's 20/20 bb] )

- so when adora says to her, "come with me, you don't have to go back there -" i can understand how to catra, that must have felt like an afterthought. an offer adora was only extending cause catra had sought her out and found adora herself - rendering it impossible for catra to ever know for sure or not if adora would have come back to try n get her to go w her if she hadn't been forced to find adora in the first place.

- and once we learn later in the season just how close these two were and for how long - and, especially, that the source of the exact words catra says to adora in s1e2 - "because, it doesn't matter what they do, the two of us look out for each other" was adora herself to catra as kids when the promise was first made - well. looking back at that episode and the near instantaneous fission that occurred between them - i would think it would become easier to see how that might happen from catra's pov.

- particularly after she's attacked by adora's new rebel companions and ends up watching some intensely powerful, previously unseen princess decimate their entire squadron - before turning back into adora. who she had just had that whole conversation w only minutes ago. and adora never once bothered to mention the discovery of this new truth about herself to her lifelong best friend. catra just had to watch it happen.

--- OKAY so, i know i ranted toooo much already about that first bit, so i'll try n keep what i see as the reflection of this experience brief as i can (i'ma be so bad at it tho; bet) ---

- in save the cat, adora chooses to go back for catra in spite of what a huge risk it is for her, for everyone who's willing to sneak onto prime's ship w her, and by extension, the rest of the rebellion/etheria/aaannd possibly the entire universe if they fuck it up and can't get back out

*(not-so-quick aside i just gotta make tho to give props af to glimmer for being down for this btw; she's the only one who knows what even just being in prime's presence can feel like; she just barely escaped his clutches but is willing to go right back for catra after what that bitch did for her; she's even willing to be the one who has to walk the ship alone, [i mean tbh, somebody had to babysit entrapta lolol] attempting to find her way back to the holding cells where she was so recently held herself, tryna find catra- so i just gotta give a lil 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼 for glimmer y'all)

- but ofc, prime had a nice lil surprise for adora up his sleeve, and brings out chipped catra. forcing them to fight, and very quickly taking the opportunity to let adora know - he doesn't gaf how much catra gets hurt in this fight. and catra can't gaf, no matter how much pain she's being forced to cause herself.

- from the instance early on when adora manages to get catra in a hold that renders her unable to really move much - adora says what, if you ask me, might've made all the difference in the beginning if she'd thought to say it this way:

"i am not leaving without you."

- then catra strains against her hold for another second or two before her head kinda falls and her ears droop (tbh, i always get the sense there's a tiny bit of the real catra reacting to adora saying that to her in those physical responses- just due to their history)

- but then the arm twist. omfg dude - it kinda seems like she was straight up forced by prime to dislocate her shoulder just to get out of the hold - which would explain how horrified adora is when it happens - cause not a single sound or indicator of the pain felt ever escapes catra. even as she goes on fighting, despite the fact that attempting even the slightest motion w an arm that's been dislocated is known to be extremely painful.

...fuck well - true to form, i set out to try n be somewhat brief & succinct; i rlly hoped to keep my thoughts at a somewhat endurable level lol. i should prob stop thinking i'm even capable of it at this point lmao; i just can't stfu lolol rants are my way. sorry bout that fr <3

~~but i did cover my main point, hidden above in all the garble and ramble and twists and turns of my train of thought -

---there's a big difference between:

- hearing "come with me" and not only perceiving it as a slight & an afterthought; but also feeling totally robbed of hope for any kind of confidence that they ever would have come back for you in the first place-

- and having someone be willing to throw caution to the wind cause they want to literally come back for you and tell you they're not leaving without you.

<3

[gh0st-t0wn3]

Lmk ss edits + headcanons, Part 4 (Jin & Yin, Ao Lie, Tripitaka, Bai He)

- He/Him, He/They

- Pansexual, Bisexual

- They both have chronic separation anxiety, its why they're never apart; Yin tends to go non-verbal and more withdrawn without Jin, and Jin gets really agressive and paranoid without Yin. 

-  Yin can't sleep if he has nerves, Jin can do nothing BUT sleep if he has nerves

- Jin always forgets something at home, Yin reminded him a hundred times before they left

- Yin doodles on the corner of their blueprint papers whenever they're making something new, Jin cuts them out later and glues them into a sketchbook so they don't get lost

- Jin's hips are constantly covered in bruises because he's always bumping into shit (has NO spacial awareness whatsoever)

- Yin listens to rock music, Jin doesn't have a specific genre

- Somehow are simultaneously the most innocent and dirty minded people, you'll never know what you're gonna get at any given moment

- Yin always finds a way to drown in inch deep water (really bad at swimming)

- ^^^Jin laughs at him

- After they found out Mei and MK didn't like eachother as anything more than friends, they tried to trap him in the calabash again but used Redson to try and seduce him instead, MK immediately knew it was them

- Jin was talking really fast cause he was panicking once and called the Demon accountant "Semon accountant" and has still not recovered

- Yin laughed his ass off when it happened and constantly reminds him of it

- Jin likes his pillow warm (he's insane)

- They both occasionally become self aware and wind up having a weird crisis trying to figure out whether their horns are a part of their skull or something else

- Both are cat people, they're terrified of dogs, being trapped in a room with one is one of their worst nightmares

- Neither of them has clean hair, it is a fucking rock you will not be able to comb that shit out

- Jin rants about new ideas, Yin writes/draws them down

- Yin will bite you if you get near him while he's eating, bro's feral

- Jin stubs his toe atleast three times a day and screams in agony every. Single. Time. Eventually Yin just stopped running to check on him, it's happened so many times that he can distinguish what Jin's scream sounds like specifically when he stubs his toe

- Yin spent several months slowly moving everything in their house slightly to the right everyday, Jin cried cause he thought he was going insane

- Jin smells like cinnamon, Yin smells like caramel (I'm delusional, they both reek)

- Jin's love language is words of affirmation, Yin's love language is quality time

- Yin is terrified of cockroaches, Jin keeps some as pets

- Jin tried to dox Mei during one of her streams, Mei showed up at their house instead, it was terrifying

- The Demon accountant has to use a pressure hose to wash them

- They were banned from the arcade but they kept showing up begging to be unbanned, the staff eventually started feeling bad and let them back in

- Yin always throws out his drawings if they don't turn out how he wanted them to, Jin fishes them out of the trash when Yin isn't looking and keeps them in a sketchbook under his bed

- He/Him

- ??? Bisexual, probably

- Favourite animal is a leaf slug, it just feels right

- Mei's number one supporter

- Ate a strawberry once and found a worm inside, never ate strawberries again

- Constantly bothered Zhu Bajie during their Journey to the west, he thought it was funny seeing him get upset

- "I swear to buddha, if you ask me 'why' one more time" " Why?"

- Wukong pulled a bug out of his hair once and he freaked out and made Tripitaka go through his hair for him

- Heaviest sleeper of the group, when he falls asleep he is OUT,

- Has horrible bed head and his hair takes forever to comb out

- Really bad at math

- Wakes Tripitaka up in the middle of the night to ask the dumbest questions

- Refuses to wear shoes, he's in his horse form for most of their Journey anyway so he doesn't see the point in having any at all

- Would absolutely down a container of melatonin gummies if he had the opportunity

- Had to comfort Wukong while he puked after chugging a gallon of salt water once

- Mei gets her ':3' face from him

- Trips over his hair as much as his sleeves, no matter how much of his hair he ties up somehow it always ends up in his face or under his foot and he's down

- Follow up on the last headcanon, he's tried to cut his hair before to stop this from happening, it did not work, his hair grew back really fast

- He's like a cat, if you tell him not to push something over, he'll push it over

- Favourite colour is actually rose gold, but green is a very close second

- DBK let him hold Redson after the Samadhi removal ritual was over and Ao Lie immediately dropped him (DBK caught him before he hit the ground, but Ao Lie was banned from holding him again)

- Can eat an entire buffet and not gain a single pound

- Smells like Mint

- Love language is physical touch

- Chews on his sleeves when he's bored

- Gets along surprisingly well with Nezha despite Nezha's and Ao Bing's history

- Really good at singing

- Since he's a water Demon, he gets overheated really easily in the sun so whenever they come across any kind of water (river, pond, puddle, etc) he'll just flop sideways and lay there for like 20 minutes to cool down

- Actually thought Mei was his sister for a minute until he realized it wasn't her when they first met

- He/Him

- AroAce

- Sometimes gets visons and dreams of his life as the Golden Cicada

- Tripitaka, Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujin can see what their descendants/reincarnations are up to

- He cried on Freenoodles wedding day... it was not of joy, Zhu Bajie also threw up several times

- Once joked about having to shave all of Wukongs fur off now that he's a Monk and Wukong cried

- Absolutely HATES when people enter a room before knocking

- Would probably be scared of popping candy if he ever heard them (bubblegum, pop rocks, etc)

- Hates when people fold the corner of a page as a bookmark

- Constantly corrects people's spelling; "it's 'you're' not 'your' "

- Can't stand the sound of people chewing with their mouths open

- Has naturally long lashes

- Weak ass ankles

- Tried to teach Wukong how to read and gave up in a few hours because he refused to pay attention

- Cries whenever someone brings up his and Zhu Bajie's pregnancy, it's what keeps him up at 3am (if you haven't read JTTW, I'm sorry that this is how you found out)

- Surprisingly has a really good singing voice

- Always writes in cursive and no one can read it

- Understands cicadas

- In JTTW (chapter 39, i think) Tripitaka encountered a demon who impersonated him so well that even with his golden vision Wukong couldn't tell them apart and mistakingly attacked the real one, Tripitaka still gets nightmares about Wukong almost killing him

- Favourite colour is yellow

- Smells like oranges

- Love language is words of affirmation

- Has little freckles

- Extremely texture picky

- Vegetarian

- Has almost lost his hat (???) multiple times due to being kidnapped so often, it's a miracle he hasn't lost it yet

- Loves watching the sunset

- VERY light sleeper

- Smiled at Redson once, who immediately burst into tears (He could see that Tripitaka was the golden cicada and got scared), Tripitaka freaked out and also started crying while trying to calm him down

- She/Her

- Ally

- Has stretch marks as a result of her bones and skin being stretched out while she was possessed by the Lady Bone Demon

- White streaks in her hair from the possession

- Even after being freed from the Lady Bone Demon, her skin was never quite right, always too pale or too cold, with little snowflake markings here and there just barely visible

- Always cold, she has to wear multiple layers of clothing to help deal with it, doesn't matter how hot it is outside, she's always wearing something warm

- Has eyebags because she gets recurring nightmares about the Lady Bone Demon and hardly gets any sleep anymore

- Has very faint freckles

- Definitely believes/believed in those "spells to turn you into a mermaid/fairy/vampire" YouTube videos

- Made potions as a kid (it's windex, food dye, and glitter mixed together)

- Probably collects rocks

- Mei and Macaque taught her how to scam other kids in roblox

- Used to believe that if you ate a seed it'd grow in your stomach and had a meltdown when she accidentally swallowed watermelon seeds

- "Guys, stop swearing!" Whenever someone says "Frick", "Heck", "Dang"

- Cut her own hair once when she was really little, it was a disaster

- Eats whatever anyone gives her

- LOVES kumara

- Always eats lucky charms for breakfast but she'll pick out all the actual cereal so she just has milk and marshmallows

- Her dad is Pigsy's boar rival from across the street

- Loves street food, especially tanghulu and cheese tea

- Chews on her sleeves

- Smells like vanilla

- Love language is quality time

- OBSESSED with Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and watches it on repeat (she once compared MK to Donnie because they both fight with staffs)

- Has a charm bracelet with personalized charms she made for everyone she likes/loves

- Loves orbeez and has a heart shaped orbeez lamp that she uses as a night light (I had one as a kid, it was awesome and I miss it very much)

- Dyes the white streaks in her hair pink, but they fade pretty quick so they have to be re-dyed frequently

- Has a tooth gap

- Her favourite flowers are chrysanthemums

[madisonmontgomeryimagines]

That’s a very specific plot, but reader getting chosen by the cat distribution system and taking a stray cat home. Madison comes back from work late, immediately rants angrily to her gf about her day, in a terrible mood. And reader’s like🧍‍♀️waiting for her to stop talking. But before she can bring up the newly taken in cat there’s a loud meow that interrupts their conversation

You can't quite blame her, Madison had been tasked with waking up earlier than usual to start her day and didn't come home until dark. Her anger, rolling off her in waves, feels like an understandable reaction to that sort of build up. It makes you feel a little guilty for the impatience in the back of your mind. It's fine, the cat was peacefully asleep next to the heating vent in the bedroom, you had time to soothe the starlet.

"I don't know why I keep bothering, it's a waste of my time and talent when we could just pack up and move tomorrow and be done with it."

Madison never took long to inch to the escapism fantasy, perhaps because she spent all of her rational time trying to push it away. She rolls her eyes when you call her a romantic, but you both have long nights of thoughts of running away from everything you have known behind you. Her voice continues as your arms slip around her from behind.

"C'mon, babe, let's have something to eat and I'll help you relax," you suggest, plying her with little kisses until she agrees. You make it as far as the countertop, opening the cabinets as she trails behind you before she tries to continue her story.

"So then when I'm on my way home-"

A lower but loud meow cuts her off, sounding almost grumpy despite the underlying purr. Slowly, the striped cat stretches lanky limbs before sauntering right over to the two of you. Rather than sit or rub against your legs, she nimbly climbs your jeans to perch across your shoulders and lean in to sniff at Madison.

"We don't have a cat." Madison doesn't sound mad, but she doesn't sound confused either. More amused, but still making you say it.

"We do now."

[calymwa]

pink diamond

01

(michael kaiser x reader series/smau)

note: this sucks pls don’t hold me up to standard sorry guys

Kaiser was a ruthless man, ruthless in loving, ruthless on the field, and ruthless in ruining you.

dear diary, Saturday, June 15th, 2024, the day the world came crashing down for you, yet nobody else. on headlines it was just another scandal, for fans it was just their ‘chances’ going up with either you or him.

That day, was the day he sent the text that you two could no longer be together. You couldn’t beg, you couldn’t cry to him. If it had got out you begged over text, you’d be reprimanded by fans, and heavily by your agent. That’s probably why he chose to do it over text. ‘Less drama’ according to him.

That day for you was like doomsday, god refusing you heaven. You wouldn’t be surprised if it was gods choice to break you up, after all, michael means gods chosen emperor. but can’t he put you two back together? You would’ve treated him right for the rest of your life. You swear to yourself.

You used to pray every night for him to come back. Starved yourself and cut to cope, pain in the body silences the pain in the mind. But, alas, your fans noticed, and soon enough so did your. She agent made you stop, as any good person would, yet you resented it. Something about publicity and not good for your reputation? You don’t know. You zoned out the entire time. So, you settled on cat scratches and under 800 calories a day. Good enough, right?

Sunday, June 15th, 2025, that’s today. It’s officially been a year since you and kaiser broke up. Your friends noticed your mood, and decided to force you out to a club. You went out shopping and everything with them. Now you have your makeup on, you’re all dolled up, and in ten minutes you have to leave. You know how this night’ll go, you’ll drink yourself black out drunk, loosen up, and finally be any fun to be around, which, you haven’t been since you two broke up.

You made sure your phone was fully charged, and told your driver to come get you if you don’t call by 6am. Maybe, tonight you’ll get so drunk, you won’t remember whatever dream you have, they always have him in them. Looking like an angel, your savior, the only one for you. His pretty blue eyes shimmering comparable to a deep sea. As you were in the car, your driver playing your favorite music, you stared outside the window, the flash of blue, or a rose bringing him back to you. Till you eventually couldn’t take it. Looking down at your lap.

Eventually, you arrived at the club. Slightly late, you walked in, texting your friends to ask them where they were.

So, you wandered to the bar, making your way to the right side. Before spotting a flash of blue and blonde hair, you wanted to look away, and you tried. You really did, but, alas, your eyes drifted to the source. And, there he was, in all his glory. With those guys you met that are on his team. Sae, Oliver, and Shidou, You think. You immediately look away after spotting them, and try to get away before one of them notices you. But it seems like the universe isn’t not your side, because the one with bright pink tips, the Shidou one, calls out to Kaiser happily. “Yo! kaiser, isn’t that your ex girlfriend?” You freeze at that. Usually in a life or death situation you would choose to run, but, for a mental life or death situation. You just freeze up. Isn’t that just great?

You slowly look back to the group. Putting on the best mix between a glare and a scowl you possibly could, not that it masked much. You looked scared. Probably. You saw kaiser glance at you, with a mix between a scowl and a look of confusion. You swallowed hard, before walking off to find your friends. After finally, finding them, you ranted to them about what just happened, and how simply terrible it was. They comforted you, and got a few drinks down your throat. And, well that’s all you remember.

Now, you wake up in your bed, half of you subconsciously praying to wake up next to Kaiser. But you really know you wouldn’t wanna get back together like that. You didn’t dream of him last night. Maybe you did, but you don’t remember. Maybe you’ll start drinking yourself to sleep more often. Anyway, you unfortunately still do have to live, so against your bodies wishes, you stand up, and go make breakfast. Well, not really. You just took some strawberries, and ate them with your tylenol, and daily pills, the ones your manager and therapist force you to take. And then, well you feel your ‘breakfast’ coming up. Forcing you to run to the bathroom, before you vomit all over your dining table. Which, would be a pain to clean. You clean up your face, with a shower, and brush your teeth after throwing up.

Today, you didn’t have many plans. Well, none at all actually, expect bedrotting, and maybe trying out the drinking yourself to sleep plan. So, you head back to your bed, and begin doom-scrolling. Before, somebody texted you. A quick buzz, not spam. So it couldn’t be your friends, but you already knew that by the flash of Kaiser contact on your screen. And then, a few more buzzes. Hesitantly, you open up the messenger app, and then just as hesitantly open up your messages with him.

Oh, god. This day is clearly, going to be much worse than you thought. You think you’re gonna be sick.

hope u guys like this

april 19th 2025

[luvrslne]

Welcome Home Fur Ball

Satoru Gojo never really expected to have any pets before. He didn't see the point of having one when he was always so busy. Yet, when you came home one day ranting and raving about this little kitten one of your girlfriends had adopted, even showing him pictures, he had an idea.

Satoru had gone the next day after you went to work. He walked through the animal shelter with his hands in his pockets, silently cursing himself. He knew he should've just brought you with him to adopt a cat. He had no idea what he was doing, walking aimlessly past all the cages.

Until one caught his eye. A small orange kitten curled up in the corner of its cage, sleeping peacefully. The orange kitten didn't even seem to care about the rest of the cats loudly wailing for attention from him. He was sold on the orange kitten when it lifted it's head and looked at him, letting out a small yawn before it was curling back up.

When you got home from work you hollered out to your boyfriend, "'Toru, I'm home!" but got no response back. You dropped your keys into the bowl at the front door and hung your jacket up before making your way to your shared bedroom. You knew your boyfriend was home, as his car was in the driveway in its usual spot.

You froze at the doorway, a gentle smile on your face as you took in the sight. Satoru was sleeping with a little orange kitten on his chest. You walked further into the room quietly, pulling your phone out and snapping a quick photo before gently shaking him awake.

Satoru's eyes snapped open, his meeting yours. "Hi," he rasped out quietly, not wanting to wake the small kitten on his chest. You smile as you sat down beside him on the bed. "Hi," you whispered back as you raised your hand to pet the kitten.

He was immediately smacking your hand away, a small scowl on his face. "Don't. You'll wake him up," he muttered before looking down at the small kitten.

You let out a laugh and shook your head, petting the orange kitten anyways. The kitten stretched and readjusted on his chest, getting more comfortable. This wasn't what you were expecting to come home to, but it was the best thing you'd seen all day. Hell, probably all week. It was such a sweet gesture and thing of Satoru to do.

"Can we name him fur ball?"

"No, we cannot, 'Toru."