#which… I guess might be cat calling but if so it’s very imaginative

[vashti-lives]

So after my stepsister showed up and preceded to be very surprised I looked cool I took my dog for a walk and a gray truck pulled over next to me and a guy poked his head out the passenger side window and yelled I LIKE YOUR DOG!!!! HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!! and then the truck drove away.

[letsgoletsgetit08]

ateez unholy hours - kinks

some kinks I could see ateez members having.

warnings: MDNI!, mentions of freakteez idk, kinks

author's note: I'm quite literally running a fever right now and this is where my brain went. I have two psych degrees and this is what I'm using them for. If you're offended by any of this, I guess scroll on, it's not even serious.

word count: 700ish

hongjoong: somnophilia. hear me out, the man keeps weird hours. you're not guaranteed to be awake when he gets home. he's hesitant at first, but you've had a long discussion about it, and he starts to be brave and explore it, he's SO hooked. watching your face scrunch up in the dim light at his first touches, only for it to turn to gasps of pleasure as you wake up to him pushing inside you. it's 3am on a tuesday and neither of you could care less.

seonghwa: finacial domination. look, the guy has money, there's no denying that. but the idea of you telling him how he can spend it? it fucks with his brain in the best ways. oh, he wants that new lego set? he better be good for you all week and prove he deserves it. when he spends within his means of the allowance you give him and you reward him for it? his brain short circuits. he hopes he forgets what bank he uses, he never wants to think about being in control of his account again.

yunho: size kink this, breeding kink that. i hear you and i agree HOWEVER, that man is eating your ass. sorry. he just is. the man is captain of freakteez and he's the king of oral fixation. he's obsessed with finding different ways to get you off, and his sexual appetite knows no bounds. he's not mingi, he's not afraid of getting his hands dirty (metaphorically). you might be worried about it being unsanitary at first, but once he gets you in the shower and helps you wash - everywhere - you feel much better about it. and let me tell you, you won't regret it.

yeosang: ear fetish. i read a fic (shout out to op) about this, forgot what the specific -philia is called and I really don't want to fumble around on google to find it, but all i can say is yes. yeosang is an odd duck but also a rule follower, which leads me to believe he's very curious about the taboo, but not something so taboo that would be risky or anything. he just wants to lick your ears a little. let him. just look at him and tell me you wouldn't let him do it.

san: he wants to fuck your titties. hear me out, he has smallish hands already, which means that even if you're rocking some a cups, they would feel sizeable in his hands. hell, his tits might even be bigger than yours. doesn't matter. he's squeezing and torturing (pos) yours any chance he gets. something about this whiny pouty water sign man begging you let him do it because he's so curious just. ugh. yeah.

mingi: chastity. mingi is sooooo subby, especially for the right person and for that person (pick me!) he would be so eager to please and to prove that he could be good. he's constantly poking our eyes out with that thang on stage, as well as touching it subconciously any chance he gets. can you imagine, locking him up for all of tour? his whiny phone calls. teasing him. how desperate and needy he'd be for you when he finally got home and you could give him some relief.

wooyoung: body hair. i stand by him being a lowkey furry and you know what, whatever that man wants, tbh. i just think the first time you stopped shaving for the winter, it would unlock a whole different side of him. he wouldn't be able to stop touching your newly fuzzy legs and he'd bury his pretty nose in your softy, downy armpits. he'd finally show you the cat ears he's been wanting to wear while he fucks you. meow meow.

jongho: this mischievous little shit sweetheart wants to push the limits on what he can get away with as far as fucking you in public goes. fingers between your thighs at the restaurant, fucking you on a balcony at a hotel, on the tour bus, plane bathroom, green room on set for music video shoot, car sex, you name it, he's trying. the two of you are always reappearing after being mysteriously gone for too long to be innocent, clothes rumpled, cheeks flushed, matching shit eating grins poorly concealed on your faces.

[threepandas]

Bad End: Actions Speak

"Be Silent."

Those were the first words commanded to me by the High Dragon Prince of the South. He did not want to hear me. Did not want to see me. To even be forced to endure, my obnoxious, insignificant, human presence. Any more then he absolutely had too. If it weren't for the fact that I had magic? He likely would have preferred to have me killed.

Just like the others.

I was a prisoner of war. One, which? I had no choice but to take part in. Had been drafted, by the humans. Only to be captured, by the dragons. All I had wanted? From my second chance at life? Was to live quietly. Study magic. Enjoy what I could not, before. Instead? I got warfare. Fear. The constant threat of death.

They needed me to open confidential human intelligence. Reverse engineer defenses and weapons. My safety and quality of life? Depended entirely on my compliance. And? If those reports and devices happened to be trapped to hell 'n back? By Mages FAR more skilled then myself?

Do it anyway. You are replaceable. Either you succeed... or you die.

You... hah... y-you really...

Really can say, I guess, n-now I know...? That...

That you really DO learn faster, under fire. Enduring pain curses. Fighting lethal curses, for your very life. Fire and drowning attacks. Lightning. Wind spells meant to choke the life of out of me, by sucking out all the air from my lungs. They... they really were creative, weren't they? My old colleagues.

Yes, sadistic, in ways I had never imagined. But also? Very, very creative.

I had the scars to prove it now.

All the while, as commanded, I did not talk. Did not DARE. Still do not. Even as I am shoved around. Dragged from tent to tent, building to building. Hurried along, like an inconvenience. A faulty, inefficient, piece of machinery, that dares eat their food and breathe their air. Slow and lagging, but sadly? Oh, sadly. They could not find better.

But I endure. Survive. I do not talk, so I can not offer. I give them nothing more then they demand. Malicious compliance. Nothing more, nothing less, then EXACTLY as you commanded, oh Wardens mine. My Keepers, foul and wretched. The holders of my chains. Someday... someday, this war will end. Or I will die, my luck running out, at long, long last.

And I?

I Will Be Free.

Once, long before this all, I had heard rumors. They say that talented humans, magically gifted humans, tended to be kept as glorified, pampered little pets, in the Vampiric lands. It... it sounds nice, now. To worry for nothing. To be protected. Adored and provided for, like some exquisite house cat, lounging in the sun. I could study again. Find someone nice.

....I worry.

You see, I... I think...

I may be breaking, around the edges of myself. Hairline fractures, born of stress. It's the isolation. Surrounded as I am. None of them are human, none of them will talk to me, at me. Anything at all. They follow the lead of their Prince. And he? Oh, he has made his distain for humanity clear.

Which begs the question. Why is he here?

Or rather, why am I? Dragged, from the ratty little cloth hovel they call "my tent", by the worn and patched to incoherence cloak I now wear, straight to the central command tent. Where the Prince is. The generals. The beating heart of the army itself. Dumped on the ground at his feet, I was fully expecting that to be it. That this would be the day.

They had found a better, less worn down, mage. A stronger one. A more obedient one. My services would no longer be... required.

I sat there. In the dirt. Eyes locked on his feet and waited. Palms splayed against the floor. Why bother fight? If I did THAT, they'd use me as "an example" for the NEXT mage. No. No, better to go quick. I had been reborn once. T-there was a possibility... however small... it... it might? Happen again?

Please, Gods. Please Gods, let it happen again.

But no. I was told, with judgment in his voice, by some general, to "get up". Ha! As though they were not directly responsible for my beaten down state. How dare. How DARE he judge me? I owed them nothing. Refused to die, in some short sighted tantrum of honor or pride.

I would LIVE, damn it. I MUST live. For how ever long I could. I wanted to be free again. To read and travel, do magic for magics sake. Never... NEVER see another dragon again.

Perhaps that was hateful. But damn it... I... I was so tired.

Nonetheless, I stood. Looked at no one and said nothing. Just an empty, ragged cloak with flesh inside. I am not here. I do not suffer. Unfocus your eyes and be far away. Yes, that's right, I tell myself, far... far away. It's like meditation. Just... ride the flow of magic. Do not call it. Merely observe. Let the colors drag you in. Be washed away. Far, far away.

I hear and do not hear, there. See and do not see. They can not touch me, can not hurt me, there is nothing and everything, in the Magics. It is... so... so BeAuTiFuL.

No wonder so many are lost. Drift and never come back.

I play a dangerous game, here.

But they can not hurt me.

No one can.

In here.

No answer comes then. But I am expected to work. Perhaps it is a show? Or they wish to verify, that I am indeed, doing what they keep me alive for. Nonetheless, I sit, in the corner, silent as I got to work. As old colleagues try to stop my heart, freeze my blood, rupture my organs. As burns roar over my skin and lightning crackles against canvas walls.

I do not scream. That would be too close to "speaking". I am not fool enough to give them an excuse. There is a belt I can bite. I use it often. Will have to salvage another, as this one is falling to pieces. That and a silencing spell? My screaming is muted.

Getting better at healing magic, I think. Either I have learned to numb the pain or I may have nerve damage. I doubt, now, that I will ever win awards. For my beauty. Too many scars. My arms are a wreck. My hands a travesty. It is nothing short of a miracle, that I have not LOST any fingers, to this.

Why am I here? Why? Why?

At least in my little hovel, I can curl up and weep. Emote. Can take breaks between bouts of pain and battles of magic. But here? Like a machine, stacks are dumped before me, and I am expected to perform. Do or die, human. We can always find another.

Through it all, haunting golden eyes watch. My pain, my exhaustion, all observed, giving away nothing, by that impassive royal face. I don't know what he WANTS.

Finally, after weeks of considering me, he decides to tell me. Comes to some conclusion, no input required. Why would it be? Of course. He is a High Prince. His power is great, his honor and name without equal. Why would he need MY input on anything.

"Did I know," he asked me, voice ponderous and musing, "That of all the mages his people have captured... I had lived the longest?"

I had not. But it did not suprise me.

He sat, considering me, splayed back in his chair like it was a throne, every bit the picture of a royal. A portrait of the man he was born to be. But the distain... the distain? Had... lessened. Not gone. Never gone. Gods, no. We peons were beneath him. Especially I, a mere human. But? Apparently I was not longer quite so wretched.

Our dear High Prince decided I should get a better tent. A new cloak. Actual medical supplies. What wonders.

It made me nervous. What cost, did these things come with? What expectation? Loyalty? I had offered none and never will. That would quickly become a problem. Still, I kept my head down. Always, always, keep your head down. Let the dragons die, for their stupid fucking war.

No longer replaceable. I discovered.

In the next big attack, as there was ALWAYS a next one, I wasn't evacuated last. As attacks fell. But FIRST, as the soilders were arriving. I was... was "essential personal". Shoved in an evac cart with the fancy strategists.

They started deliberately capturing mage supplies. Books and spell papers, chalks and high quality inks. Not just to disarm their opponents. Oh no. But to give to ME. I had... I had NEVER gotten supplies. The last time I had actually, truely, desperately, needed ink? I had been forced to use my own blood.

My hands actually shook. Touching such richs now. It overwhelmed, after so long, with nothing. I... I had healing books. Could actually look things up!

Curling up, before the piles of crates they dumped in front of my little tent, I didn't care, if they saw me cry. On my knees like an acolyte before the alter. Finally. FINALLY! Answers, armaments, and supplies. Relief, after so long? Was rain on desert sands. Burned skin left tender and screaming, to the cleansing mercy, of the softly weeping skies.

This, too, the High Prince saw.

No where to store them, of course. A gift given then taken away. Held just out of reach. Just long enough to give hope. All the better to torment you with it. Oh where we would we store, your useless little trinkets, human?

But I refuse to play the game. Fine. Take them. Take it all.

I need nothing.

Retreat into the Magics. They can not hurt me. I am not here. Far, far away. I am far, far away.

The High Prince, lounging and watchful, seems to have decided. No. The human things will go to him, actually, not to the fire. He watches with strange, considering eyes. In fact? I will make my self useful. Show my gratefulness. He is using valuable storage space on me, so I am to come before him and study. Prove it is worth it.

Is he not gracious? Now press your face to the dirt in thanks, human. Bow and scrape. Be glad, be honored, that your Liege is so kind.

He does not disagree, as they tell me these things. Why would he? They are his due. I think... I think I hate him. Hate them all. But the pull of books, of proper supplies, is simply too powerful. Back to that wretched tent I go. Under the staring eyes that dissect me so. Finally, I can heal my aching body.

He watchs me. As I study, improve, learn and grow. As old books are taken from me, shipped away somewhere, beyond my reaching, and new ones arrive. I desperately make notes. Hope those notes will be enough. Work and suffer and bleed. Somewhere, in the camp, I sense others.

The come and go. Bright lights that flare and then dim. Struggling and struggling, before finally going out. Some faster then others. The objects and messages they have me working on now? Are truely nasty. Again and again, I see the crests of Nobel houses and royal seals. How powerful, I wonder, have I become? Or is it simply... specialized?

A gift, for not dying.

Over the camp walls, I have begun to recognize the surroundings. The mountains and the valleys. The trees, in bloom. It seems wrong, that the world should be so beautiful, as everything is ending. The nation I grew up in, is falling. But... but we passed Heartriver two weeks back. And THAT? Was well within the border.

And from HERE... I can see the school.

The University of Magics. All I had ever wished, was to return. But... but not like this, never like this. I'm... gods. Oh Gods, I'm sorry. For my weakness. For not choosing to die. For not running at all, before it all began. I should have. But... but I was a coward. And now everyone else, must pay the price.

I stand outside my pathetic little tent and watch the horizon smoke. Burn.

Dragons are so very, very fond of fire.

Far away... j-just go far away... the Magic will always take you. Is always kind. Towards the tent I go. I remind myself, as I force myself to move, one step in front of the other? That if the worst comes to worst? I can just... Let Go. Go DEEP. So deep that no one and nothing can ever find me again. So far away, my body forgets I ever lived at all.

Just... just a soul. Floating along like a jellyfish, in the beautiful Allthings. The light and void, the far away and gone. I-It wouldn't even hurt. Just be like... like letting go of a balloon. I could be that balloon. Disappear into endless starlight...

But... BUT! I wont.. I can't! Not yet. Not until every other path has burned. Last resort. Only, ONLY, as a last resort.

(I refuse to acknowledge... how comforting the knowledge is. That I have a plan at all. A way out.)

Entering the tent, I head for "my table". At the High Prince' feet like a dog. A lovely little carpet, comfortable little pillows, a low table to work on. It would... honestly? It would be a lovely place setting. A delightful workstation. If it were not the context. The obvious, blatant, demeaning context.

Sit at his feet and behave. Be good and you're rewarded, be bad and you're punished. Brought little treats at HIS command? Sit on a pillow, on the floor, as they talk over your head? Ha ha... I? I half expected to one day show up to find someone holding a fucking collar.

If they fucking tried? I was going to set everything on FIRE. Even I, had limits.

However, it was just the Prince and I. Uncomfortable, but I could ignore him. Walking for my humiliating little seat, I noticed him watching me. Slowed. Why... why was he watching me? Awkwardly I paused. Did NOT want to be kneeling in front of a man that was staring that intently at me. Especially not so closely to a man, staring like that. The vibes were... off.

"Did you know, pet, that we actually have several rather old alliances amoung the Vampiric Royal Houses?" He said, breaking the strange silence.

'Pet, huh? Good to know he's at least fucking AWARE. I did NOT consent to that!' I seethe, in my head.

"It's been bothering me, you see. Your wretched state." He continues, completely unbothered that he might as well be talking to a statue. I stare, seethe, would give a limb at this point, to set him on fire. "You've suffered unbearably and I've done nothing to correct it, even though I could. We needed you for the war effort, you see, but now? Now, pet, we're nearly done. And I can finally care for you properly."

"Reward you, properly." The bastard says, calm and oh so reasonable, as though I had anything to do with him willingly.

"Honestly, it's long over due. The second I realized I wanted you as Mine, I should have stepped up to care for you properly. Officially. But, sadly, it would have been a conflict of interest. An abuse of power. Now, however? Now I can finally call on our allies for their support. Get you the medical assistance you so badly require."

A pleased smile stole across his face as he considered me.

"You'll make a lovely vampire. It was selfish of me, to cheat you of the years turning you sooner would have given you, but I'm sure you'll forgive me with time. Our people needed us. I can swear to you now, pet, you will forever remain my favorite, even if I take a Queen."

Horror was like a gut punch, deliver by a fighter jet. I felt immediately and intensely sick. W-what? Frozen so completely I nearly forgot to breathe, I looked for ANY sign he may be joking. Exaggerating. But... but no. W-WHAT?? How. WHEN? At what point, in my torment? In my UTTER SILENCE? Did this man "fall in love"?!

H-How can you LOVE a women you've never-?! No. No, I KNEW how.

You decide you like the IDEA of them. The shape of their body. You project onto them your OWN narrative and decide it is a love story. Fuck. FUCK!! I was... this was... no no NO! I REFUSED. Like HELL was I could to live, trapped for DECADES if not CENTURIES, the pretty little war bride of a tyrant!

The High Prince gets up and walkes towards me. Sweeps me into terrifyingly powerful arms. When he smiles? There are fangs. Deadly and hardly the comfort he thinks they are. We are a laughable contrast. Richs and rags, power and prisoner, royal and the woman who might just burn the world to escape. Shit. SHIT. I was scared of him before.

And that's BEFORE he decided he loved me.

[luffyvace]

Her brook Idk if your req are closed so read this at your convenience 🙏

I wanted to ask for a male harpy reader strawhat hc or if not just hc with luffy, more specifically based off a bird with heavy feathers like a snowy owl cause I’d love to imagine that he complains about the heat a lot and wonders why he’s sweating more then usual but it’s just luffy hugging his legs cus he’s so soft

Love your work brook 🙏☺️

nope! Still open lovely anon<3

when I tell you I did NOT know what a harpy was 🤦‍♀️ I had to do research for accuracy 😅😋

but don’t worry it’s all good I’ll be more than happy to do your request!

I’m telling you right here right now luffy would most definitely be interested in a reader like this!! You know how many unique animals and such he tried to recruit into the crew that weren’t even human?? 😂💗

and thank you!! I’m so happy you enjoy my headcanons :) that makes me very happy!

Okay I’m just saying…….like chopper…if you look more animal than human….his first thought is to eat you

”you think he tastes good?” 😋

😭😭

IT JUST IS !!

moving on…♡

He thinks your wings are really cool

I mean a 6.5 ft wing span…….I do too!!

definitely wanted to measure them to check after he learned that

to which he got himself wrapped up in the measuring tape

Both you and luffy eat “strange” animals

such as sloths, monkeys, porcupines, squirrels, opossums, armadillo’s, anteaters and sometimes parrots…..other birds too 😋🍴

No animal is safe 😭

every island you go to the two of you immediately start scouting for whatever variety of yummy foods you could find

”I’ve got news for you two—normal people don’t eat those animals”

- Nami ♡

it taste absolutely delicious to you!!

honestly you probably got Luffy into eating them

which so funny because he already loves eating all types of weird things

which is probably why he was so easy to convince him to eat it too

like he would normally see a monkey and go oh cool a monkey!

but now….😈😈

not all the time tho

mostly when he’s hungry

……….so I guess I lied, yes all the time 🤦‍♀️🤷‍♀️

he saw you eating a armadillo with some sloth on the side and was like

oooo I gotta try that 🤪🤪

you might dislike for cats seeing as though a harpy’s predator is a jaguar

Least baby harpy’s anyway…

still! 😠

it’s good for you that the sunny is big once y’all upgrade from merry

it has plenty of rooms with shade for you, since a harpy’s natural habitat is rainforests

and they mainly stay in the shade anyway :)

franky probably had a room built that simulates a rainforest for your comfort 💕

like how he simulated the grass

once Luffy found out harpy’s are rare to find and you found the tori tori no mi - model: harpy- it was pretty much settled for you to join the crew :)

like he loves rare stuff!

it’s like treasure!

and you know darn well a pirate will fight for his treasure! 😼

you use your high pitch bird call to reunite the strawhats whenever you guys get separated (which is like- every time you go on an adventure 😀 besides the point-)

it’s loud enough and ranges far enough to the point where it’s more efficient than yelling

very much so comes in handy when your in danger too

also not to mention luffy is 100% gonna wanna fly on your back since you have wings

he probably won’t even ask

he’ll just rocket onto your back while your flying one day and refuse to get off cuz it’s fun

it likely ends with him spotting something cool, telling you to go over to it and getting you two into trouble

just be ready for the

😬😁 ✊😠 💥💥 😖😓

sequence again

flying also comes in handy when saving the strawhat’s BUTT!

You and Robin like 🦅🦅

LOLLL

but no fr you literally just swoop in and save the day 🦸

SUPERRRRRRR M/N!! *super man pose* better yet *franky pose*

Zoro will also appreciate it if you catch him while falling because I swear that man is always getting smacked around-

same with Nami 🧡

another time

Robin was stating facts about harpy’s when the strawhats first met you, and you were confirming

she mentioned that they typically lived 35-45 years (but she was talking about the ANIMAL.)

Luffy—of course—mistook this

“WHAAAT?! YOU MEAN TO TELL ME OUR NEW NAKAMA’S GONNA DIE SOON?!”

*Nami steps in*

”CALM DOWN IDIOT THATS NOT WHAT SHE SAID!!” 💥💥

“……..and besides..! M/n’s not an animal! He’s still a person you know?! Sheesh…..of course he’s gonna live the lifespan of a human”

Sanji will of course cook any animal of your request into your meal

if it’s more nutritious for you—then certainly he’ll do so!

he always prioritizes nutritional value in his meals, and thats different for everybody!

Luffy however….he will get annoyed with 😂

”GO AWAY STUPID *kicks across room* YOU DONT NEED THIS TO SURVIVE! THIS IS FOR M/N!”

your like one of the few men in his life Sanji doesn’t hate

okay I know that was more harpy facts related so now I’ll get into the scenario you mentioned 😅💗

Luffy uses you for warmth in the winter (all the strawhats do)

like chopper ;P

especially with your large and soft wings

”M/n…spread your wings out..we need your warmth..”

-Zoro

you’ve been complaining about the heat all day

You felt like you were ON FIRE.

like seriously?! What was gon on today?!

it’s not like birds need to shed……so why are you burning up!??

”mmmm…your so warm M/n!”

”LUFFY?!”

”shishishishishi!”

”no wonder I felt heavier than usual!! Get off me Luffy!”

”awwhhhh WHYYYYYY?”

”what?! Why?! Because I’m burning up! I already have all these feathers! You’ve got to get off of me Luffy!”

*whines* “but mmmmm/nnnnnn! Your so waaaarrrrm!”

*sighs and face palms* *attempts to pry him off*

“noooooo m/nnnnnn! I don’t waaaaanna get ooofff!!”

Luffy practically had you in a literal choke hold

he was not about to let you go.

and you know he’s got himself wrapped alllllll the way around 😂😂

once again thank you for the compliment my dear!!

Hopefully I did your hcs justice and that you enjoyed them! <3

[mysilaan]

What’s sleeping with the Touchstarved LIs like? Nothing sexual. Just. Sleeping lol eepy pals

I like imagining Ais moving in his sleep BUT you only get to notice that once you wake up lol (he’s curled up in the corner of your bed fast asleep with the blanket at his feet) ALSO BIG BUT!!!!! That’s only if he’s not cuddling you to sleep (smth he does often). Only then will he sleep sound and motionless. He doesn’t give a shit if his arm falls asleep. GIVE HIM CUDDLES.

Sleeping with Leander is just with him standing in the corner of the room. Unblinking. Covered in the shadows. He Does Not Sleep. He’s normal though, I swear :-) :-) jk I love to have this man.

HELLO ANON

Hope you’re good! I love this request… I don’t know if Ais sleeps actually… But if he does I’m sure he’s a light sleeper. For Leander that guy might as well be dying from lack of sleep LMAO

For the other LIs… Kuras definitely doesn’t sleep, I think Mhin is pretty paranoid so I’m imagining they have a lot of nightmares, or insomnia… For Vere, idk why but he gives off the vibe of the heavy sleeper: he’s 100% taking all the place in the bed and is impossible to wake up against his will… Well, basically a cat.

BUT I did write a little something about Ais (and a small part about Leander) because your ideas were funny to write, I had to…

After blood, sweat and tears it's finally here... And I can't not thank @aiscapades for helping me edit the text (most of the prettiest sentences are their...) if you ever write something I'll definitely devour it because you sublimed this headcanon...

Enjoy!! 🫶

TOUCHSTARVED HEADCANON🍒

Ais and Leander centered

⭐

The ambiance at the Wet Wick that night was quite festive, as it almost always was, but it was particularly noisy this time. The barman didn’t have a second to rest; every minute, someone went to the bar to order another drink. You were seated with Leander and Ais in a corner of the tavern, the three of you sharing a drink or several... The mood between you was light. Leander and Ais were lightheartedly sharing some death threats as usual, while you were listening to them, a grin on your face. You were pretty wasted because of all the drinks Leander suggested you try, while Ais was giving you a disapproving glance.  It felt kind of awkward to be the only drunk one around the table you thought while partially listening to whatever they were saying. You didn’t like being treated like an idiot, so you stopped the boys in one of their quarrels by slamming your hand in the center of the table. “Why am I the only one who can’t hold my drink here? I find it pretty unfair. Why did you make me drink so much?” Ais raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think it’s about how badly you hold your drink, but much more because of how many of those weird drinks you got from Leander.” That remark made you pretty upset, and Leander’s laughter turned your cheeks more red than they already were. “I can’t refuse a challenge!” “Yeah, that’s the problem,” Ais added. Leander leaned over the table to get his face closer to yours. “You know, I’m pretty impressed you’re still alive with all that you drank.” You didn’t know if he was serious or not. The smile on his face could be a hint of sarcasm or genuine amazement… You were too drunk to guess which one it was anyway, so you started joking. “Oh babe… You know it’s hard to get rid of me.” “Really…?” Leander answered with a smirk on his face. The tension between the two of you started getting heavier… Did he want to make out with you or kill you? You had no idea, and you would never be able to know as Ais pulled Leander back on his chair by the collar of his jacket. “If you want to mate so badly, the room’s upstairs.” “We’re not animals,” you simply said. “Are you, Sparrow?” He grinned widely, proud of his teasing. “Har har. Very funny. I already told you to stop calling me that!” “Make me.” His lips were pulled back in a wide grin, his amusement giving a clear view of his fangs.

A sudden thought that you couldn’t restrain, popped in your head. Your alcoholised mind was making it hard for you to process any coherent thought, so you simply stood up and looked straight in Ais’ eyes. “Come.” You turned your head toward Leander, and stared at him in a weird way for a few seconds as if you wanted to tell him something by telepathy. But you didn't add any further clarification. Instead, you stood up from the table and made your way up the tavern stairs. “What the fuck…" Ais breathed, dumbfounded.  The two boys sat in silence for a while, gazes locked across the table, before Ais got up and joined you upstairs. The place was barely lit by a single candle in the corner of the room. Ais closed the door behind him before asking: “What’s wrong with you?” You took him by the shoulders to make him sit on your bed… But as strong as he was, there wasn't much you could do to actually make him do that. “Please, sit.” He raised an eyebrow. “I don’t receive orders.” Though, when you tried to push him on your bed once again, he did sit. You were now face to face. His towering height usually made it hard for you to make eye contact, but you could do it effortlessly now. You climbed on the bed yourself, placing your knees at both extremities of his body, now placing yourself over him. You took his face between your hands and looked at it in detail from beneath you. He had a captivating red gaze, surrounded by pretty, long eyelashes. Long, dark strands of hair cut across his face, bisecting it just along his nose, but you still knew the angles of his features well. From the scar on his left eyebrow to his defined jawline, you looked at everything there was to see on his face. “Getting an eyeful, Sparrow?” You reddened. Sitting here next to him, you only now realized just how heavy your body felt from all those drinks. You swayed forward some, accidentally nudging Ais, which just sent him further down to the bed. Your face found a spot against his neck, and you inhaled a breath. He smelled good: his scent was a mix of cigarette, what seems to be some cologne and a bit of all the alcohol he drank earlier. Your heart started beating faster and you prayed for him not to notice. He couldn’t know you had feelings for him. It’s at this moment that his hands tensed on your shoulders, in an attempt to pull you back.

“Hey, get off. You’re clearly drunk.” But you didn't answer, nor did you move. He held firm, raising his voice a bit as he said once more, "Sparrow." What should've been an inquisitive prompt was instead flattened into a curt demand for a response.  He started to maneuver you onto your back, intending to just let you fall gently into the mattress, but he froze mid-action.  "You can't be serious..." he muttered, eyes wide.  You were sound asleep, still clinging to his arm. Ais sighed out of frustration one more time, asking himself what to do. But he didn’t think about it much longer. “Well… Let’s just stay here for tonight.” He put himself under the sheets, covering you with them at the same time.

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You were cold. Goosebumps lined the flesh of your body. You slowly woke up, searching for your blanket. When you finally felt its fabric under your fingers, you grabbed it to cover yourself, but a stronger pull on the other edge of it almost tore your arm apart (once again…). You sat up on your bed with a start and gasped when you saw who was at the other edge. “What the… Ais?” What was he doing in your bed? Your first move was to look at how you were dressed, and when you noticed that you still had on the clothes you wore yesterday, you let out a relieved sigh. Ais got immediately woken up when you spoke and looked at you with annoyance. “Keep it down, would you?” “Hey! You’re the one in my room, stealing my blanket. What are you doing here?” But instead of answering, his head snapped toward something in the middle of the room. It was still dark outside, so it was hard for you to see what got his attention. “What is it?!” you asked, panicked. When your eyes finally adapted to the bit of light the moon was offering, a scream escaped from your mouth. “What the fuck?!” Leander was there, sat on a chair, feet laid on the low table of your bedroom. His arms were crossed and he was simply looking at the two of you from where he was, unblinking. “Is he… sleeping with his eyes open?” you asked Ais. But he didn’t answer. Leander did. “No, I’m awake.” He surprised you once more, and you let out another brief, startled scream. “Since when are you here?!” “Oh. Four hours maybe?” Your jaw dropped. How could he answer that with such casualness? “What… When do you sleep?” Leander got up from his chair and opened the door with a smile. “I don’t.” He left you completely agape. It wasn’t the first time Leander was giving off such strange vibes, but the more you got to know him, the weirder he was to you. When you turned toward Ais to ask him if what happened was a normal thing from Leander, you noticed he disappeared too. “Well…” You couldn’t find it in you to get back to sleep after what happened, and you stayed awake until you could see the sun rise. You told yourself that maybe you should talk to Kuras about what just happened; he was the most ‘normal’ one of this weird group, and you were going to need something for your hangover anyway… You’ll remember to lock your door next time.

[alphajocklover]

What about a G2S story about greasers? There's so few of those.

Imagine: A very lonely gay guy meets a rockabilly, greaser gang. They take him under their wing, which gay guy appreciates because of his loneliness. But slowly they start changing him, making him just like them.

In the end the lonely gay guy becomes a James Dean, Danny Zuco-wannabe with the gang becoming his new found family.

A lot of people think that Alphas and Betas are a relatively new thing. It makes sense to assume so in a way. Alphas as we know them are pretty new, but that’s only because Alpha culture has changed over time, just like ours. There were Alphas in the old west, in the ancient world, and even going back to the beginning of civilization as we know it. Recently I discovered an old book where someone had written down a number of stories about Alphas from the past. I guess I’m not the first person to document their behavior. One story in particular stuck with me though, so I’ve transcribed it here. Hope you enjoy.

Caleb Sparrow was a complete and utter nerd. An unhip clyde with a reputation for being a bit of a spaz. The kind of goof all the cool cats completely ignored. He was only really good at one thing: not standing out. A part of him hated that he was the way he was, that he was a loser with no friends. But a part of him was grateful. For a secretly queer man living in 1955, he was actually pretty lucky. No one bullied him (mainly because no one noticed him), his secret desires hadn’t been found out, and he had a good future ahead of him. He knew that eventually he’d land a steady job, find a swell gal who he could get along with well enough to marry, and live the traditional life his parents had always wanted of him. A part of him was grateful. But a part of him still hated it all. Hated how lonely he was, how he’d never find someone he’d really love, how his entire life was always going to be a lie. But he was resigned to it. Until… he met an Alpha named Biff.

Biff was everything Caleb wasn’t. He was the hippest greaser in town, with a handsome face, manly muscles, a souped up rag top and a gang of fellow greasers to hang with. Biff had it all. Sure all the squares all said he was bad news, but he didn’t care. He had it made in the shade. He had a different betty with him every night. That’s what made it so weird to everyone when Biff suddenly started being so friendly with Caleb. Caleb didn’t know what to make of it at first, and was pretty sure he was going to end up getting beat, but Biff was… well he was dreamy, so Caleb let himself believe that he really wanted to be his friend. He had no idea that Biff was just looking for a new Beta. Turning Caleb into the perfect Beta took less time than you’d expect. Caleb integrated into the gang with surprising ease, all of the other members treating him like they had been friends for life, and as he began to grow closer to the group and Biff, he began to change.

At first it was a slight change in style and lingo, trying to keep up with his new crew. Then he shot up several inches and began to pack on muscle, which the 19 year old brushed off as an overdue growth spurt. But over time the style changes became more and more drastic and his body grew at an even faster rate. Soon he wasn’t just the new kid, he was the second in command, right after Biff. That’s why everyone started calling him Deuce. Just like everyone else in the gang Deuce was muscular, cool, loved cars and was obsessed with Biff. Deuce eventually even came out to Biff and confessed his love, but Biff didn’t wanna deal with all the issues that came with having a queer beta, so he ‘suggested’ that Deuce was actually a pussy hound like him. Considering how many gals Deuce has played backseat bingo with I think Biff might have overdone it, but just like always he got what he wanted. Another manly, muscular, straight greaser for his gang.

**hey there guys! Never done anything with Greasers before, so it’s probably not as good as my usual stuff, but I had fun with it. Hope you all enjoy. Might revisit the idea of Alphas throughout history sometime**

[the-s1lly-corner]

Can you do TADC cast x reader with an amazing singing voice? And what each member thinks of their voice. Like let's say they just one day hear the reader singing in the halls to themselves or something, what would be their reaction

TADC cast finding out the reader has a good singing voice!

i think ive done a singer!reader before but too be fair iirc correctly those are with a reader who sings to cope... plus it was only for about half the cast, i think! speedrunning this since im answering this while i got something in the oven YAHOO

CAINE:

i think he would first hear you after mindlessly barging into your room. like usually hes good with knocking, but i think sometimes he gets so antsy to see you that he just. invites himself in. thats an issue for a different post, i think. so imagine he finds you singing to yourself in your room... and you sound so amazing... oh he would be in love with you, even more... assuming this is romantic, of course! though i guess thats the default for these kinds of posts.... that aside, i think he would start to ask for you to sing for him alllll the time. its like hearing an angel singing... or perhaps even a siren, given how it draws him right in... adds that to his long list of things about you that he gushes about you

POMNI:

writing her right after i do ragathas but i think that her reaction would be similar... just minus the successful getaway; she would probably trip on something behind her while shes trying to slink away; thus alerting you and stopping your song. tries to stammer out an apology before just blurting out that she heard something; heard you singing and that she didnt mean to intrude but it just sounded so..... alluring? is that the correct word? very bad at trying to defend herself, though is there really anything that she needs to defend herself against? its not like she did something bad, she just walked in on you doing something innocent.... needless to say, i think it would be awkward between the two of you for at least a short period of time... perhaps you offer to sing to her... would that still make it awkward, or would it dismiss it? up to you, my silly reader!

RAGATHA:

probably finds you singing to yourself while cleaning and/or tidying up one of the common areas of the circus after jax's prank leaves it particularly messy! doesnt interrupt you, in fact you might try to quietly back out of the room... i mean she didnt know you could sing, and you never sang around her, plus given that youre doing it while no one else is around... well it would get into her head that this is something personal and private for you. whether or not thats true is up to you, though! i do think her curiosity would eat away at you though, and with thinking about your voice, it would lead to her asking about it. keeping this open ended for you to expand upon this yourself, you could explain to her what music means to you and perhaps you offer to sing to her... shrugs

JAX:

honestly i think he would try to mess up your singing, like it could be his first time hearing you sing and he could be totally captured by your talent; but the asshole in him is telling him to do what he does best. its like setting a glass down when theres a cat nearby. something is bound to happen; you know? like do i think he would sneak around you and form some elaborate prank thats going to dunk slime all over you while youre singing? no, no no not at all. in fact i dont think jax would do that to his actual close friends or partner.... now to zooble or gangle, yeah definitely.... though to be fair he is comfortable with teasing the idea of putting centipedes in ragathas room, knowing that shes deathly afraid of them; and they seem to be decent friends... but im getting off track... no, i think he would just call out a random word while youre focusing on your lyrics; which makes you repeat him and thus breaking your focus

though, he does make up for kind of complimenting you

not quite a sour patch kids kinnie since he doesnt have the sweet part nailed down </3

KINGER:

okay cute idea. while most of the other characters (if not all since im writing everyone out of order) find you singing on accident... imagine you sing to him to try to calm him down after a particularly rough day that leaves him more antsy and anxious than usual. i think depending on the song, if you pick the right one it calms his down real nicely. maybe im biased, but rises the moon... my beloved... cough coughs

anyways... i dont think he would ask you to sing, not because he doesnt like your voice. no he just doesnt want you to feel forced to do it plus i mean... your digital vocal cords can get worn down... maybe... actually i dont think they would?? digital bodies are... weird.. might be a case of temporary strain that doesnt stick but the point still stands, he doesnt want ANY harm or discomfort to come to you; physically or otherwise!

ZOOBLE:

not much impresses zooble, but even with that being said i think they would be able to recognize talent when there is... well talent! though, they are bad at showing their emotions; at least not the ones that are more positive if that makes sense! given their general attitude as well as their flatter voice, a lot of the genuine compliments they give you upon first hearing you sing may come off as sarcastic... or maybe they dont, since you guys may or may not be close and know that this is just how zooble is. they arent going to shower you in compliments like caine, or ask you to sing for them. thats just not how they are, and they simply treat your singing as another part of you! not to say that its not worth gushing over; its just that... gushing isnt really something zooble.... does... you know?

GANGLE:

stealing from kinger but imagine singing to her to help calm her down or get her mind off of something... like i think she would be entranced.. or perhaps confused because now that im thinking about it more imagine youre crying to your partner and they start to just. sing...

shh we can pretend that gangle just enjoys your voice..! finds it very pretty, but also like kinger i dont think she would ask you to sing for her often out of fear of making you feel forced to do it. plus gangle, at least to me, seems like the type to not want to ask anyone for anything for fear that it will make her an annoyance or inconvenience. poor girl... absolutely loves your singing, though

[lotusarchon]

Greetings, Sagii

It owuld be soooo funny if reader gets poisoned bc they kissed inkay (forgot human bodies cant judt swallow ink all willy nilly)

This is me asking to kiss inkay again please please llease please plaeas epleas please.pleaee pelesr pleade please please please I'll take anything pleas please please pelease please

Gay regards, Anx

Sighs I expect a payment fee for this/jk wow it's been MONTHS since I've written for Inky 😭

fun fact: when I was in primary school, I used to play around with one of those gel ink pens, and normally when the ink got stuck we would just blow in them, so I was blowing in mine and then I accidentally inhaled and pink ink was in my mouth and I had to keep it there till my teacher called on me to answer a question 😭 god that taste haunts me even now

tw for mildly suggestive content (kissing) and implied vomiting.

"How come we've never kissed before?" is the first thing you hear when you wake up. You attempt to squeeze your eyes, hoping that if you pretend to sleep, they'll take the hint and quit their questioning.

You've clearly underestimated how stubborn they can get.

Something pokes at your sleeping face.

"Hey. Are you ignoring me?" The voice dares to pout. "Don't ignore me. Hey, come on. I know you're awake. You stopped snoring!"

That's fair. You yield, sitting up to see them sitting cross-legged at the foot of your bed, their creepy (in an affectionate way) eyes the only light in the room. You'll never get used to that....

"Inky." You breathe out the nickname you've given them. "It's 3 in the morning. How did you get out of your jar?"

You don't dare try to imagine the mess that must be in your living room, or the ink stains left behind wherever they move. You didn't even think of the obvious patch of blank ink seeping at your blankets, because you might hose them again.

The ink version of your dear friend pouts. It would be cute, if you weren't so tired.

"I have a very logical question," they remark defensively. "Which is...why haven't we kissed yet? Don't you like me?"

Huh. Not the question you were expecting. Then again, it at least was better than the, would you love me as a worm question.

"Oh. Um...." You blink. "I...guess I didn't want to make you feel forced?"

Well, not exactly. You just didn't think a creature like Inky would care for such affections. To hear them bring it up now was already surprising.

"Huh. But don't humans like kissing?" They scratch their chin thoughtfully. "Many seem to like reliving memories of lovers, sharing kisses or hugs."

"Some people just like affection, some people don't. I like it." You shrug. "But I don't want to push or force you to do something you don't like."

They glance at you. "But I want to do it. Do you perceive me as unfeeling or something?"

Was it just you, or did they sound...offended, for some reason? You didn't know if you should laugh, or simply cry. You were only attempting to respect their boundaries....oh dear. They really are pouting this time.

"Okay, okay―" You sit up straighter, patting the empty spot next to you on your bed. You'll regret it in the morning for sure, having to throw out those clean sheets, but if it means they won't remain upset for the rest of the day, you'll take that chance.

Like a cat, Inky climbs over your legs (sigh), at the spot where you had gestured. They sit up straighter, a grin visible on their expression, and―

You turn on your bedside lamp. The ink creature gasps, "I thought the darkness was more romantic!"

"I'm not kissing you with your creepy looking eyes. No offense."

"None taken. My eyes are creepy. That's their charm." They grin broadly. "Otherwise, you wouldn't have liked me, would you?"

....again, fair point.

You shake your head, taking their face into your hands. Their grin is still visible, but it twitches, and you notice their hands are squeezed together. You almost wanted to laugh―this curse has been alive for centuries, and yet they're still so nervous. That was one of their charms.

"You comfortable?" You ask, giving them time to back out if they want. They shake their head, gaze still focused on you―back and forth between your lips, and eyes.

With a small sigh, you close the distance between you both, initiating the kiss. You're surprised at the firm feeling, half expecting it might've given way or fallen apart from a single touch.

Inky stays obediently still in the first few seconds, but then their hands are cupping your face, and you're being pulled closer. Their tongue drags against your lower lip, slipping between your parted lips―

You reel back, spluttering.

"....sorry?" Inky's expression looks worried. You appreciate their concern, but you don't have the chance to comfort them before you're grabbing for your wastebasket, spitting a glob of ink inside.

"What? What did I do!?" They fall of the bed, looking for all the world like a wet cat. You really do feel bad for them, but you're more concerned for your mouth―it tastes like...pen ink. Wait, did you swallow some? Oh god, you swallowed some!?

A few hours later, Inky sits at the edge of your bathtub, watching you scrub the ink from your tongue with a sheepish smile.

"Sorry. But at least a part of me is inside you, right? Get it? Like Venom? You know? Inside? So you can―okay I'll leave."

[amber-tortoiseshell]

Hello! My brothers cat, Cloudtail, is a white cat (he also is deaf like what is often associated with it). We’ve often wondered about what color could be underneath that the white has been masking, so it was funny to see a bunch of posts on it recently!

He was just a stray when we adopted him so we don’t know anything about his parents or lineage - but our guess is that he’s orange underneath due to his eyes being green and that he has some freckling on his nose, which apparently orange cats are prone to getting. Do you think that’s an indicator of anything? (Like are eye colors even associated with different fur colors?) I have no clue but would guess not.

We’ll probably never know, but it’s amusing for us to imagine his parents or any pretend babies he might have had. I love your blog btw!!

I have always heard that eyes colors aren't associated with fur colors (except of blue of course), so unfortunately his green eyes don't indicate anything, sorry.

But! The freckled nose thing is actually news to me, I have never read about the phenomenon before. It's officially called lentigo, and as per messybeast it's basically melanin overproduction:

LENTIGO Type: cosmetic Breeds: any, ginger/cream cats Benign skin defect causing hyper-pigmented (dark) spots up to 1 mm diameter, most visible on the nose leather and rims of the eyes and occasionally as black hairs in the coat. Initially believed to be sex-linked as it was observed in red/cream males, but I have reports (and photos) of ginger female cats that have developed dark spots ("freckles") over their lifetimes.

I believe the spots in the mouth, the freckles on the nose and the black whiskers on this cat are all products of lentigo.

This is indeed seems to be almost exclusively attributed to orange and tortie cats, so actually yes, i can imagine it being a sign of masked red! That would be very interesting.

(The question of why didn't the white allele stopped the production of these specific freckles of pigments with all the rest does arise, but, well, biology is like that. And anyway, those pigments are there, that's inarguable, so i think it's reasonable to assume the genotype which is usually associated with this trait is there too.)

[eye-may]

I noticed that in some of your text posts you use a different (three) Words for the cats than the ones they were assigned, so I have to ask—if you could change the Words of any cats of your choosing, what would you change them to an why?

interesting question! my divergence from the Three Words (tm) is definitely mostly due to my affinity for descriptors. I am simply a slut for adjectives. also I've frequented past casting calls on many a wiki page and I love how different companies expand upon the frameworks of the characters in different ways. these cats contain multitudes!

I'll just be extra ig and use this opportunity to run down the list, slapping on my annotations as I go.

Admetus / Plato - Friendly, Easygoing, Protective

I called Plato friendly and easygoing in many words on this post I made about him, although I guess I didn't touch on "protective." His being tall and strong, along with being (imo) an instinct-driven cat could be summed up niftily as protectiveness...so I do think that word works for him, although...

to me, a big part of Plato that he needs to overcome is the fact that his nonchalance, his apathy, make him too persuadable. if he doesn't feel impassioned about any particular thing, then he's more vulnerable to being manipulated...right?

I might replace "protective" with "tractable" or some such.

Alonzo - Vain, Uncertain, Bravado

I love these three words for Alonzo! I love the dichotomy inherent in the last two words especially; in my universe, Alonzo is rigid and goal-driven, always walking around with his shoulders back and his chest puffed out, a true militant. that's bravado for you. but, at the same time, he's young and had it rough before coming to the Junkyard. he's slow to trust and, deep down...is often anxious and even scared.

there's a GIF somewhere of one version of Alonzo appearing to look to Mistoffelees in the face of adversity (a Macavity scare I think), and then seems to mimic him, as if trying to appear as brave. I think, even if he doesn't want to admit it, he often has to look to others for courage.

Vain also, yes! He's very preoccupied with his image, both superficial and otherwise! Like Victoria, Cassandra, and Tugger he's very well-kept and on top of maintaining appearances. He also (again, like Tugger, but in a very different way) has impassioned pretenses about his "reputation."

Asparagus - Frail, Wise, Historied -or- Wistful, Imaginative, Frail

Assuming we're talking about the elder Asparagus, rather than the younger...sounds right to me! I personally would pluck out "wise" from the first version and replace it with "wistful" for the second. Not that he isn't "wise," but the versions of him that I've seen seem to indicate that he struggles with dementia in his advanced age, and I tend to think he's more prone to romantic recollections about his career than he is to dolling out grandfatherly aphorisms. (he may do just that, however, in his more lucid moments).

Bill Bailey - Chaotic, Imprudent, Funny

In my mind, Billy Bailey and Tumblebrutus are interchangeable, so I'm just going to annotate these three words as if they're an alternative set for Tumble lol.

I think I would swap out "Funny," for a word that references his eagerness to appear tough. Charitably it could be a word like "aspirational." less charitably it could be like "pugnacious" or "posturing."

Bombalurina Generous, Voluptuous, Frank

Take out voluptuous! That's not a personality trait lmao. I might replace it with something that actually references her nubile aura, like "sensual," or "alluring."

Bustopher Jones - Foppish, Gluttonous, Dapper

He sure is those three things! I could maybe see a world where we replace "dapper," because it's parasynonymous with "foppish." Perhaps with "patronly" or "parsimonious."

Carbucketty - Acrobatic, Energetic, Accident-prone

These three words seem to emphasize his physical prowess, his hyperness. which he definitely has! But maybe we can swap out "acrobatic" for something that expands a little more on his personality, like "good-natured," "goofy," "playful," or even "worshipful" to allude to how he looks up to the older cats.

Cassandra - Haughty, Disdainful, Aloof

Disdainful is a little harsh, but I don't disagree that she certainly harbors disdain lol. these three words don't indicate much of a flip side to her, however; I might replace "haughty" or "disdainful" with something a little more neutral, like "observant," "elegant," or "mysterious."

There's an alternative version where "lonely" replaces "aloof" ... but I think the latter suits her better. she may be a bit solitary, but being alone doesn't mean you're lonely.

Coricopat - Telepathic, Unruffled, Instinctive

I actually do stray pretty significantly with Coricopat...in my mind, I have his words almost reversed with Tantomile's. Between the two twins, it's Tantomile who's seemingly unflappable, and Coricopat who's more tentative, less surefooted. I'd take out "unruffled" and replace it with one of Tantomile's words, "sensitive."

Demeter - Skittish, Cautious, Paranoid -or- Nervous, Sensual, Secretive

I think the first set is a bit ludicrous because all of those words are parasynonymous lol. The second alternative set is definitely better. I don't know if I ever think of her as "secretive," per se, so much as "reticent," which has a comparable meaning but with a less conniving connotation. I might settle on the three words, "skittish," "sensual," and "reticent."

Although, as I think about it, I might take out "sensual" as well. I don't think that aspect of her as endemic to her core enough to make it one of her three archetypal descriptors. I might replace that word with something that indicates her overall eccentricity, like "offbeat."

Electra - Adolescent, Inquisitive, Daring

Two out of three of her words are identical to Pouncival's lmao. I think using "adolescent" for the younger cats is a bit of a copout; I see that word more as a superficial characteristic as opposed to a personality trait.

Replace "adolescent" with something like "intense," or "hyper."

Etcetera - n/a

She doesn't have her own set of words! (at least not on the wiki lmao) If I were to choose, I would say maybe "upbeat, excitable, eager"

George - n/a

George is so funny to me. in the grand scheme of CATS he just seems to be a wild card character with no established or accepted archetype. he's like...just a guy. sometime he's even another guy. sometimes, he's an alternate for Pouncival. in one instance, he's an alternate for Admetus (but NOT Plato...lmao)

sauurrr, for MY CATS universe, I have done with George what one is seemingly meant to do with George, and that is just invent a character from the ground up with only a rough visual of his appearance and his name just so happens to be George.

To me...George is in fact the one who played Rumpus Cat in the film. I personally peg him as a cat who's a peer to Munkustrap age-wise, maybe a little older, but who esteems himself something of a comedian and seems to act much younger than his actual age. He's a favorite amid kittens, because they see him as one of the "cool" adults, like that teacher in middle school who was particularly fun and easygoing.

I shall christen him with three adjectives of my own choosing!

"persuadable," "nonchalant," "comical"

Grizabella - Proud, Hurt, Indomitable

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Jellylorum -Practical, Busy, Cheery -or - Dour

well "dour" sure is a contrast to cheery! I think she's capable of being stern, but I wouldn't choose "dour" as an archetypal descriptor of hers. I think I'd replace the word "busy" with something that suggests her sternness/adherence without the dreary connotation of dour, and that also references how her hands always seem to be occupied by some task. maybe something like "regimented," or "painstaking," or "assiduous."

Jemima - Innocent, Compassionate, Young -or- Dreamy, Yearning, Curious

I'm not a fan of either set on their own! I have the same issue with "young," that I have with "adolescent"...young is a superficial characteristic, not a personality trait! "youthful" would be a more appropriate word, but it's like...of course she's youthful, she's a kitten! same thing with "innocent." we were all innocent at probably less than six months of age lmao.

For her I'd go with "compassionate," "curious," and "quirky" or suchlike. or maybe replace "compassionate," with "empathetic" or even "empathic."

Jennyanydots - Motherly, Controlling, Contented -or- Fastidious, Complacent, Bossy

I would maybe replace "controlling" with something like "militant," and then replace "contented" in the first set with "fastidious" from the alternative set. I think those who see Jennyanydots as "contented" are mostly her humans, who are used to seeing her somnolent daytime persona.

Macavity - Hypnotic, Jealous, Dangerous

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Mistoffelees - Competitive, Neat, Electric

I like all three of these words for him! I do think I'd tack on "impish" and/or "cryptic" or some such, mayyybbeeee as a replacement for competitive if we really have to stick with just three words in fear of dire consequences from the omnipotent CATS deities.

Mungojerrie -Mischievous, Rambunctious, Ne'er-do-well -or- Cheeky, Street-wise, Cocksure

I think the second set is a little better than the first. I like both sets, but "mischievous" and "rambunctious" are pretty similar, and ne'er-do-well is a bit harshly connotated, even if that's how a handful of cats do see him.

I think I'd replace "cheeky" in the second set with "mischievous" from the first. not to say that he isn't cheeky, but I think you're slightly more likely to hear some clever smarm from Rumpleteazer.

Munkustrap - Imposing, Energetic, Courageous -or- Integrity, Discipline, Dignity

shall I say it? shall I go ahead and submit to my impulse to be an insufferable grammarian on tumblr dot com? I just think it's funny that the alternative set are all nouns instead of adjectives XD

I woouuulldddd conflate the two lists (and use the right part of speech *dodges brick*)

"Disciplined, Courageous, Dignified"

Old Deuteronomy - Wise, Commanding, Spiritual -or- Wise, Loving, Commanding

You just tack on "loving" to the first set and we're golden. again tho if we have to abide by the rule of three...go with "Wise, Loving, Spiritual"

Pouncival - Adolescent, Inquisitive, Alert

I like the latter two words! replace "adolescent" with "admiring," or "impressionable"

Rum Tum Tugger - Vain, Perverse (cocky), Inconsequent -or- Perverse, Preening, Independent

The weird thing about Tugger's set is that "inconsequent" is noootttt...a word I'd ever think of to describe a person. I did a quick Google search to see if I had been simply mistaken about the meaning of the word, but all I got was corroboration that "inconsequent" is a form of the word "inconsequential," which means of little significance. I almost feel like the original author meant to find a word that suggested Tugger's lack of concern over consequences.

My final take: "Preening," "Imprudent" (a decent-ish alternative to what I think? was meant by "inconsequent"), "Charismatic."

Rumpleteazer - Mischievous, Rambunctious, Ne'er-do-well -or- Naughty, Impressionable, Effervescent

I dislike both sets!

My take: "Rambunctious," "Cheeky," "Animated"

Skimbleshanks - Caring, Bright, Self-regarding -or- (punctual, proud, energetic?)

My take: "Punctual," "Caring," "Energetic"

Tantomile - Telepathic, Suspicious, Sensitive

As I elucidated earlier, I conceptualize the twins differently, I suppose, than their initial canonical characterizations. My Tantomile is quieter and more confident than Coricopat, and seems to take the inherent oddities of mysticism more in stride than her brother does. she's also caring, of course, but less sentimental and expressive.

(this might be weird to say but my understanding of the twins stems heavily from one (1) very brief moment in the 1998 film, when the camera cuts to a close-up of their reactions to Mistoffelees. Coricopat looks mystified, outwardly impressed, in awe. Whereas Tantomile...she looks more subdued. still impressed, but unsurprised, like she was already well aware of the magnitude of Mistoffelees's capabilities. she even looks almost...proud?)

okay and I'm sure nobody on set or in the history of cats ever actually put much thought into those three-odd seconds, but given the chance, I will extrapolate. I will wring a fleeting moment dry. in so saying, to me the differences in their expressions in that moment speak volumes about how their personalities diverge. Tantomile is a little more mature, a little more attuned, and more reserved. she's more of a watchful and guiding figure, whereas Coricopat is more companionable.

so all that said! my take: "Telepathic," "Pragmatic," "Mindful"

Tumblebrutus - Tough, Buoyant, Touchy

I now realize that I should have just cut and pasted Bill Bailey's set here to address it as an alternative to this one lmao. so let's just pretend that's what we're doing.

my take: "Imprudent," "Pugnacious," (to combine "touchy" and "chaotic"), "Buoyant"

Victoria - Young, Inhibited, Inquisitive -or- Innocent, Romantic, Un-selfconscious

I take "inhibited" to be somewhat of an antonym for "un-self-conscious" (? what a...portmanteau...of sorts) and I do personally see Victoria as someone who errs on the side of timid, or hesitant. I get that "un-self-conscious" may be alluding to the fact that she uhhhhh was feeling some type of way very viewably, but to me it seems like she's letting herself being guided by her instincts, as a vehicle to overcome her inhibitions.

my take: "Inhibited," "Romantic," "Inquisitive"

[luthinks]

Lack of nuanced conversation around Rafayel

(Bit of a rant, which i posted on reddit, but wanted to share here as well 🙈)

This is just sort of a rant incoming, might contain some spoilers for Rafayel's myths, anecdotes and main story appearance, so please proceed at your discretion ...

Recently I feel like the conversation around Rafayel has gone from him being "bratty" to him being a "murderer" ... The thing that pesters me is, it's always one or the other with these discussions ...

This is just my opinion but I don't think that either of those "personas" are fake. I don't think he's being silly to hide that he has murdered people in the past or that he has some other sinister plans for the future. As I see it, when he is genuinely happy, the silly part of his personality comes out ... The whimsical way he approaches life, he isn't faking that either. Those emotions are also genuine, his dedication towards art all of those are a part of his personality ... Him acting cute and clingy for affection is also not a front because he actually yearns for MC's affection ...

And when it comes to how he has murdered people, I think a lot of nuance is omitted while mentioning that. He isn't going around killing people for the fun of it ... The underlying pain and the years of harm endured by lemurians at the hands of people he goes after aren't talked about enough ... Sure killing humans is messed up, but he has to, for protecting his people who he has failed multiple times who are still being attacked by the said humans ...

"He hates humans". Sure, he says so. But as we have seen, from his anecdotes, he genuinely appreciates his students while he was teaching. Gives inputs that would actually help them. From his cards, he repairs sculpture that means so much to a village. Is definitely cordial to most of the people he comes across... The only time he shows negative emotions towards regular humans is when he talks about their greed or taking for granted the things he finds fascinating ... At his core he's an inquisitive child, who is just fascinated with everything around him ...

Can you imagine a Rafayel, if he wasn't traumatised with everything he had to go through, how he would be, like a ray of sunshine going around experiencing the wonders of human world. Which he was so eager to explore as a child, raising his hand over ocean surface half scared, going around collecting human trinkets ...

Thing is Rafayel is a very layered character. It isn't one or the other with him, all his character traits co-exist. Bitter lemurian who is cynical about how humans are "bad", whimsical lemurians who gets excited by experiencing rain. Is scared or cats, calls them monsters ... Gets attached to one, takes care of it and calls her heartless when she forgets him after getting adopted ... Full of contradictions, this guy, but that's the beauty of him ... And getting to know him ...

And also it is very understated how difficult of a choice he has to make every single time when he choses to save MC's life over lemurians ... I guess the gravity of it can be explained by placing yourself at his position where you have to kill your lover or your entire family, everyone you have known since you were born, dies. I don't know how one recovers from that... And he had to make that decision multiple times ... How hard must it be for him to face the lemurians who are alive but being hunted for their life ... Or how after everything, the one who he mad the sacrifice for, doesn't even remember him ... He knows it's not her fault, but still how can you not hold a grudge after that ... It's all just contradictions with this guy

Well, that's about it. I was just a bit (maybe a lot 😅) bothered about the lack of context when it comes to these discussions. I have seen his lore being dismissed as something "not as painful" as the others and that's simply not just true ... Yeah he gets to be with MC (dubiously unfinished myth says) but at what cost!

Okay I'm done now 🙈

P.S. Cute Rafayel and Serious "Serial Killer" Rafayel both co-exist, neither is more real than the other.

[centaurianthropology]

Hammer Horror-a-thon: 'Dracula A.D. 1972'

I know I said that I would skip this one, but after I posted, my conscience nagged at me. I had said I wanted to see Christopher Lee and Peter Cushing face off again. I had said I might enjoy the worse and hornier sequels to 'Horror of Dracula' even more than I enjoyed the original.

And yet I didn't want to watch the terrible, horny sequel? Weak! Did I fall at the first shitty movie hurdle? NO!

Anyway, tonight I inflict upon myself and all of you ... 'Dracula A.D. 1972'.

From the off this movie commits a massive crime in my book: it implies that Dracula was already resurrected and faced off with van Helsing at least one other time, but probably often. Like, a full lifetime of cat-and-mouse between them. AND WE NEVER GOT TO SEE IT! Yes, I know I skipped all the sequels between the original and this one (I am here for this duo, and owe the Hammer cinematic universe nothing), because none of them had both Cushing and Lee in them, but this movie has the gall to imply that there is some other, parallel universe where there were like five other movies where these two tried to homoerotically murder one another?? And we were denied????

Crimes! Unspeakable crimes!

Anyway, we open with what is the final confrontation between the original van Helsing (whose name was apparently Lawrence rather than Abraham? I completely missed that in 'Horror of Dracula'). Both are killed. It's like Romeo and Juliet, but with a broken carriage wheel and blunt force trauma.

Look at them and imagine so many more movies of this. We could have had it alllllllll ...

But Dracula, who always comes back, is once again resurrected! How does this happen?

A groupie. Dracula got his ass a groupie, who calls himself 'Jonny Alucard', because Hammer Horror has never been about subtlety.

Wait, did 'Castlevania' steal Alucard from 'Dracula A.D. 1972'?? Because that's hilarious if true.

So groupie Alucard buries Dracula's ashes with van Helsing, which is fucking romantic in a creepy way, I guess, and then we flash forward to the swinging tunes of 1972. And I have to say, the cinematography in this film is coming on strong. It's dynamic, colorful, looks interesting, there's cool shots ... the director of photography, Dick Bush (yes, that is his actual name) is doing a lot with his little budget.

We arrive at a party in full swing. If there was ever a stereotypical counterculture party of 1972, it is this one. We have a band. We have sex. We have dancing. We have probable drug use. We have definite alcohol use. We are free of the Hayes Code, baby, and we are making the most of it. And in the middle of the color and the music and the abundance of varying-degrees-removed-from-hippie, we have Alucard (Christopher Neame in one of his very first roles!). The pretentious goth boy at the party, in his ruffles and black velvet and fedora. Before there ever were fedora-tippers, there was this lad.

You can practically hear the 'milady'

And I have to say, with our first real taste of it, the script is sort of solid? There's a fun patter to the dialogue, the characters come across as lively and snappy, and the whole thing feels way more fresh and fun than I was expecting after the fairly sedate writing in 'The Horror of Dracula'. The acting is also bouncier, with all the actors seeming to have quite a bit of fun in the scene. It's goofy, but it's in on the joke.

Turns out, he's a part of a group of counter-culture kids. You've got Alucard (same one? Descendent? Who knows, since grandkids have a tendency to have the same actor as the original, more on that later.), The Monk (I forget his name, but he spends the entire movie in a monk robe making wisecracks, so we're calling him The Monk), a few random cannon-fodder kids, and ... Jess (Stephanie Beacham).

She's got 'final girl' written all over her!

Alucard, to stave off the boredom of endless parties, suggests demonic rites, as one does. Everyone initially laughs, but they're young, dumb, bored, and, most importantly, the teenagers in a proto-slasher flick. So you know they're going to go along with it after they've given him some rightful shit for his continued pretentions. And again, the writing is a bit schlocky, but does genuinely capture the vibe of a friend group, ranging from people eager to give it a try to some who think it's silly to Jess, the most reluctant of the bunch. She thinks there might be some danger involved in trying to do demonic rituals in a soon-to-be-demolished church. And while in real life that's called being a killjoy, in this universe she has reasons to be concerned.

Reasons like her anthropology professor grandfather, Lorrimer van Helsing. Yep! We have another descendent-played-by-the-same-actor, and Peter Cushing is back as a new van Helsing for a modern era. Jessica is well aware of her family history, but both of them seem convinced it's a little more research-based, and she thinks it's fairly similar to any other new-age trip.

I have to say, I love what Stephanie Beacham does with this role. Jessica is young and hip, but also friendly and relatable. She's got a sense of humor, and with her delivering her lines in an easy, naturalistic manner as Cushing is a bit more old-school, you get a great sense of the generational gap between grandfather and graddaughter (no mention of her parents, but she seems to be living with her graddad).

I'm sort of blown away by how fun this movie is so far?

So the group of kids all show up to the soon-to-be-demolished church, which also happens to be where Lawrence van Helsing was buried. Jessica's more than a bit pissed, realizing they were arriving on the date of her great-grandfather's death (which makes Lorrimer Lawrence's child?? I don't think those dates work, but okay). But she ends up deciding that it's a coincidence, and is convinced to stick around by a fast-talking Monk.

The Black Mass scene is pure schlock, and it's hilarious. Christopher Neame really leans into the scenery chewing, and we finally kick off the horror part of this horror movie with gouts of magically conjured fake blood. It's a deeply stupid scene, and exactly the sort of thing I wanted from this movie.

It's so fucking dumb!

The kids scatter, leaving one of their friends behind (RIP Laura, you were great at screaming and getting covered in blood), and Alucard gets his groupie on as Dracula rises from the grave once more. Not that Dracula seems to give much of a damn about him. Poor Alucard, you go to all that work, are that dramatic, bleed all over a lady, and he doesn't even want to bite you. He goes for Laura instead.

So with Laura 'dead' (probably a vampire), Alucard goes about trying to convince his friends that it was all just a hoax, that Laura's fine, and they should definitely stick around to get picked off one by one.

Meanwhile, because we're now in the 1970s, Laura's death prompts an actual police investigation, and since Jess was one of her friends, the police want to talk to both her and her grandfather, who had apparently helped them before with blackmailing witches (can we see the white collar crime witchcraft movie, please??).

While the police are investigating, cannon-fodder teen #2 gets lured to Alucard's flat with the promise of jazz (RIP Gaynor, all we know about you is that you have good musical taste). Once again, she gets bit. Once again, Alucard gets nothing but a telling-off that he still hasn't managed to lure in Jessica (because Dracula is already fixated on the van Helsings). You'd think Alucard's going to start getting pissy about the lack of bisexual vampirism.

When will senpai notice him?

Van Helsing, much like his ancestor, can at least put the pieces together quickly enough (although one wonders why he hadn't already realized that 'Alucard' is 'Dracula' spelled backward, but he's on the trail. Was he trained to hunt vampires, or is he literally just a professor of anthropology in his 60s who's going to have to learn on the fly? We're about to find out!

Lorrimar van Helsing, Scrabble champion

Alucard throws a proper fit about once again being passed over, demanding to be turned. Dracula is not best pleased, but also clearly sort of into the begging. So in the end do we get bisexual vampirism? We do! We cut before it happens (boo), but Alucard finally has his vampire groupie dreams fulfilled.

Good for him

Van Helsing starts his investigation in earnest, grabbing a crucifix, a silver knife (does he know how to knife-fight??), and a bottle of holy water. And it turns out that the cops just believe him. No need to try to convince them about vampires, they're on-board, because we're int he Hammer universe, baby! At some level, everyone in this universe seems to already know that vampires and whatever else are real. He infodumps to the police inspector, who remains totally chill with this information and letting van Helsing run the investigation from here on out so long as they keep it on the DL.

Meanwhile, while he's playing detective, Jess is lured into a trap, since her boyfriend Bob has been turned into Bob the vampire by a newly-vamped Alucard. And unfortunately, she was not trained to be Buffy, so the best she can do is burn the shit out of Alucard with a crucifix before fainting. I'm not judging Lorrimar's parenting skills, but if he thought that that one obsessive vampire constantly trying to bite him and his entire family over multiple resurrections could, you know, get resurrected again, it might have been a good idea to teach her to at least carry a silver knife and a bottle of holy water around with her.

This is 100% an L for van Helsing parenting

Van Helsing realizes that Jessica's gone missing and starts trying his hand at vampire hunting in earnest as the baby vamps drag poor Jess off to Dracula. Luckily, one of the other cannon-fodder teens, Anna, reveals that she got high at Alucard's place once! Hooray for convenient info!

Van Helsing gets to cut his teeth at vampire hunting with a really fun fight-sequence against Alucard. And I have to say, I feel like horniness for the van Helsings runs in Dracula's bloodline, because Jonny really wants a bite of that old man. Luckily, goofy vampire deaths remain a mainstay of this series, as van Helsing takes him down with a mirror reflecting sunlight and a fucking shower of running water. It's so dumb. It's SO. DUMB, and Christopher Neame absolutely crushes it at the hammiest of vampire deaths. Positively gnawing on every inch of that scenery. I love him.

We get multiple vampire fights, and we start off with this? We are truly spoiled.

Tragically, we don't also have time for a fight with Bob, and we've sort of lost track of the other girls, because we're once more pelting madly toward that point of the movie we've all been waiting for: watching those old men fling each other around a room for a bit!

We kick off with some truly unhinged scene setup, as Van Helsing gets his whittling badge by digging a massive pit, carving a ton of stakes, and setting up and honest-to-God pit trap. Meanwhile, he also plants a crucifix on Jessica, who he finds in some sort of magical sleep, so at least Dracula won't be able to bite her before they can have their confrontation. Dracula manages to rip off the necklace, but van Helsing turns up, and its time for a good old lover's tiff.

Van Helsing demands Dracula remember him, and from that point on, Dracula only has (bloodshot) eyes for one man.

The disheveled nemesis ex bitch is back!

The expression of a man seeing his ex for the first time in a century, and the ex is still hot.

The ex is still hot!

And they get an actual verbal confrontation this time (at least Christopher Lee gets some really hammy lines!)! It's over-the-top! It's hammy! The fight choreography is deeply iffy. It's exactly what I wanted! Rough one another up some more!

Luckily for us, a hypnotized Jessica keeps this fight from ending too soon, and that ridiculous spike trap actually gets used, continuing the tradition of very silly vampire deaths. Seriously, does Dracula ever get a dignified badass death? Or does every movie end like a Loony Toons cartoon?

Alas, it's only a five-minute confrontation (I could have done with a lot more), and we end with the spell broken, Jessica fine, and perhaps a massive training montage in store for both the van Helsings.

So you know what? I am so pleased I watched this movie I almost avoided. Yes, it was ridiculous cheese. Yes, it was really silly, and you know what? I really fucking enjoyed it. I could still do with more Dracula/van Helsing fights (only five minutes??), but damn that was fun. Solid B-movie acting, an honestly fun musical score, and Dick Bush (did you forget about him?) really set up some great shots and got a really solid atmosphere going on a tight budget.

I really, unironically, enjoyed this movie!

And next time, we finish out the Dracula movies with 'The Satanic Rites of Dracula', this movie's direct sequel!

[m4iya]

ᝰ.ᐟ✮⋆˙ Matchup #4 @adverane ˙⋆✮ᐟ.ᝰ

Hello!! This is probably going to be my personal record for how fast I put out these things, but as a fellow STEM enthusiast, I decided to write it before I close matchups for now!

It actually took me some time to decide, but I’ve arrived at the decision to match you with Kuroo Tetsuro!

As we’ve seen on multiple instances, Kuroo is lowkey a nerd (I actually have not read the manga BUT I know a bunch of spoilers which don’t include his profession/what he studies after he graduates). In a school setting, the two of you might study together on a regular basis, or maybe even be academic rivals! Though, you might top the class in one specific subject, and he might top the class in another; though I can imagine the two of you studying hard to see who can get the higher grade.

Seeing as you also mentioned that you like cooking, I also think that (again in a school setting lol) you could make him lunches, or the two of you would share a lunch that you made. in the occasion that you make him a lunch, this is a scenario that I’ve imagined.

One day, while the two of you were eating lunch together in the school courtyard, you noticed that he never brings homemade food. He insists that it’s not because he can’t cook, but because he never has time to make anything in the morning.

That same day at night, while you were packing your own lunch you packed an extra one for him. though, you worried if it’d be enough, and thought that he might still be hungry after eating it. So, you ended up making a new batch of food, packing two lunchboxes for him instead of one.

After waking up the next morning, you decided you’d call him to let him know that lunch was on you today.

“..Hello?” A clearly just woken up Kuroo picks up the phone.

“Good morning! Shouldn’t you be up already?” You chirp.

“Maybe I was waiting for you to call me..”

“We both know you just woke up Kuroo”

“Fine, I give up” He sighs, and you laugh. “Don’t bring any lunch today, okay?”

“And why’s that?” He asks.

“If you don’t get out of bed you won’t find out”

“Okay okay,  Miss y/n”

Closing the phone, you left the house and made your way to school. Walking up to your classroom you placed your bag - which was considerably larger than usual - on the table.

Kuroo walked in shortly after, greeting you before noticing your bag.

“Woah, did you stuff a cat in there or something?” He joked, pointing at your bag. You couldn’t deny that it looked very large, but he was just going to have to get used to it.

“Obviously not!” you laughed.

After a few minutes, the rest of the students poured in, and homeroom began. Once it was time for lunch, you took the boxes out of your bag, and you both headed to the courtyard where you usually eat together.

“Is this why you told me not to bring any lunch?” He asked, the two of you sitting down on a patch of grass.

“Yep, I made you lunch instead!” You said, handing him the two boxes you packed for him.

“Isn’t this a lot?” He chuckled.

“Where else will you get energy for practice? From cream buns?”

“I guess not”

The two of you spoke and ate together, with you occasionally feeding him using your chopsticks, and him telling you how delicious the food was. Though suddenly, a voice from one of the buildings called out to you. It was one of your classmates informing you that a teacher needed to speak to you about your project for a science competition that you were planning on entering. You told Kuroo to finish and if he could, to put the lunchboxes back into her bag inside the classroom.

You ended up not being able to speak to him properly for the rest of the day after that, and you left school feeling mentally drained. You had so many things to do when you got home, and didn’t know where to even start. At around 6:30pm, you received a notification on your phone; it was a message from Kuroo.  

(lets ignore the cropping lol)

In the story, I mentioned a science project! In my head, it's a project for a local competition. Well, i can imagine the two of you winning first place together, and going out to eat afterwards!

[catdemontraphouse]

Finding out some bizarre shit abt Sebastian by reading his wiki page

Apparently in one chapter he calls his own kind “revolting” it’s a weird quote to me, almost like he finds their incapacity for hope disgusting? Like maybe he views them as wretched for being evil for reasons that don’t involve survival? Almost sounds like he finds being cruel for the sake of cruelty rather than self-preservation unrefined… which is weird because he is often such a dickhead just for the lols. Idk I’m not quite able to make sense of wtf little bastard man means by this. Feel free to plz tell me what u think abt it.

Come to find out, his eyes at least, are modeled on this guy specifically. Some actor idk 🤷‍♀️ not sure if it’s just the eyes only or if maybe this is what an IRL Sebastian’s face might be like hypothetically. She said it’s his eyes not the whole face but it’s interesting anyways

(This is just me but it kind of saps some of his cuteness factor by imagining him looking like an actual human and not a kawaii anime boy with cat mouth) 💔

His Tanabata wish was “I hope the household gets their act together” and not “I want to eat” so that’s kind of funny. When asked what his wish is it’s not for souls it’s for Bard to stop torching everything with his flamethrower.

Granted I guess there’s the chance someone could read it and be like wtf why does this slip say “human soul” but still he didn’t even put some shit like “to serve my master until his very end” no he was like “plz someone help Mey-Rin use the correct amount of detergent”

I thought this was so goddamn interesting until I realized it’s the cricket that people used to keep as a pet in some parts of Eastern Asia right? Not the grasshopper? And here I thought I rly was onto something lol

Also this wounds me greatly I hope she changed her mind and will give us the Sebastian flashback we need

I need the fucking lore

[viktortittiforov]

✨ help a queer disabled creature out ✨

hiii! this is my first time making one of these so i don't really know what i'm doing but please bear with me!!

my name is neptune and i'm queer and disabled. i have ADHD, depression+anxiety and a chronic eye condition that leaves me with only one seeing eye (and with high eye pressure in my blind eye, which is occasionally painful and gives me headaches). i am also trans and currently pursuing HRT, which where i'm from means i first have to travel all over the country to a bunch of different specialists who need to determine whether i am Transsexual™ enough (which costs money).

i am employed, but i work at an NGO, which, coupled with the fact that i can't work there full-time due to my disabilities, means i'm basically making a little above my country's minimum wage (converted to USD – i'm from central-eastern europe – i make roughly $810/month after tax). nearly half of my monthly income goes towards my rent, and this makes it very hard for me to save up money, especially given the so-called ADHD tax (look it up if you haven't heard of it).

as you can probably imagine, this is very stressful. i am privileged in that i am not in an immediately dire financial situation and have a solid support network, unlike a lot of other people on here. however, i live with constant financial anxiety. i have no safety cushion with which to cover longer periods of potential illness/recovery (e.g. after top surgery, which i might want), potential health emergencies of my two beloved cats (one of whom is a senior cat), or unexpected household expenses. i also have very little disposable income, which is not immediately a disaster, but which has gotten me into a difficult situation.

you see, one of the ways i can sustainably supplement my income is freelance photography and i would really benefit from making that a more regular thing. currently, however, the only camera i have at my disposal is a second-hand beginner level DSLR i got back in 2019, which is really beginning to struggle to keep up. this means i could really use a new camera so that i can take better photos and increase the chance of someone wanting to hire me. but cameras are expensive and there's no way i could comfortably afford even another second-hand one (the cost of a decent second-hand camera would be around $850).

sooo. i thought i could try my luck here? i'm not asking for any specific target amount and i will be happy for any help, no matter how small. i understand if you'd rather help out those who need it more urgently though! i know many of us hardly have the means to help even those.

if you do happen to have some spare change, though, here is my paypal. i'll be forever grateful!

thanks for reading 💜 adding a photo of me and my cats so you know i'm a real person i guess?

[instarsandcrime]

Big Changes, Small Comforts

Hey so uh. I believe I haven't done care-taking yet and I hope this fixes that? I'm not well-versed in writing it, so I might as well give it a shot! I tried to make this as fluffy and silly as possible between Lu/ci/fer and Li/li/th, but uh. I could not imagine Lu/ci/fer being sick without being worse at handling emotions than Char/lie. So there will be much emotional hurt/comfort regarding Lu/ci/fer freaking out about his body and his first full demon transformation-- mixed with a few headcanons that come with being sick!

Enjoy!

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Though it had only existed a month or two, The Morningstar castle was rarely silent. The hurried bustling of staff, the swirling melody of a fiddle, the scratching of ink-dipped feathers on parchment-- all of it traveling down the carpeted hallways. Despite the rulers' still-fresh Fall, life was abundant in every crack and crevice. Which made the empty silence and cold darkness no more concerning than it had the past few days. Still, Lilith kept her head held high as she crossed the west wing– and closed the gap where her fiancé waited.

"Lucifer? Are you awake? The staff prepared tea for you." 

"Occupied!" An unsteady voice called back. "J-just give me a moment and I'll be right with...wi-with...ISCHH'hhiew!"

A flash of light burst through the cracks in the bedroom doors, and a pang of worry guided Lilith's hand regardless. Pausing at the threshold to take in the sight before her.

Lucifer, the Demon King, was tangled in his own nightshirt. Limp on the floor like a discarded ragdoll, a mess of claws, horns, and wings. The struggling stopped the moment the hinges creaked, freezing like a cat caught in a jar of cream. And Lilith tried very, very, very hard not to laugh. Her fiancé should be proud.

"Well, I see you've been busy in my absence." She started, setting the silver breakfast tray on the dresser, porcelain tea set rattling as it went. 

"...Yes." From under his pajamas a faint glow lined the edges of fleece fabric, embarrassment overtaking fever as Lucifer forced his demonic limbs to retract-- to no avail.

"And I suppose," Lilith continued, bending down to meet his level. "I shall take a guess on what happened."

"Please don't."

"Let's see." Lithe fingers reached to unbutton her patient’s nightshirt. "I was gone for oh, let's say, two hours."

"Two and-- snfff! two and a half, actually."

"And you were concerned at my absence because I said I would be gone for one."

"That's still an hour over!"

"So your first thought was to help me with whatever I needed despite the fact that, for the moment, you've been given strict orders to stay in bed. You waffled over the idea for an unsettlingly short amount of time before your overheated brain decided that this was the best idea ever, actually, and you are very smart and good at resting."

"But-- but Lily dear, you’re recovering too! I couldn't just--"

"Then you looked down at yourself and said 'oh, golly gee, I'm a mess! I couldn't possibly dare to go out in nightwear!" Through her mock wailing, Lilith dramatically threw a hand to her forehead, "Why, whatever would their servants think! Lucifer Morningstar, leaving his Royal Bedchambers while appearing even slightly out of sorts! And with a cold, no less!"

"Liliiiith." Lucifer threw his head back with a whine and a sniffle.

"So instead of using magic to change clothes-- because fainting from a mere flick of the wrist isn't exactly a good look for you either-- you chose the boring route. Which, of course, you can’t handle at the moment  because you're too ill to dress yourself. And since you're getting used to your new body, your horns and wings popped out as an unfortunate side effect of your cold."

Final buttons undone and redone, she shot her fiancé an amused grin. "Well, darling? Was I correct?"

Lucifer pouted– flinching when Lilith raised the back of a hand to his forehead. She was sure that, if she were still human, the touch would have melted a few fingers off. She studied for any sign of improvement– not much better than before she left. His eyes were misty and glazed over with fever, fluttering closed as he leaned forward to rest against her cool skin. His rosy cheeks were dusted by a blush that flickered like firelight. His nose was an angry shade of gold, slightly swollen from his constant rubbing and blowing.

Face suddenly twisting, Lucifer pulled back to frantically summon something– stopping himself before he could dare to try. Lilith's mirth was quickly pushed aside, recognizing the all-too-familar flick of the wrist.

"T-tissues…!" He gasped out, grabbing blindly at the air. Pushing herself upright, Lilith snatched a cluster from the nightstand to press into desperate claws.

"Th-thaaahhHHHIT'SCHHH!" Flames licked between his fangs, crackling with every uncontrollable outburst. "IT'SCHHHH'hiew! IT'CHH'hiew! IT'CHHHH'HIEW! Oh-- IT'SCHHHHEW! oh st-stars, I-- IT'SCHHHHH'HIEW! I cahhh-cad't-- HAT'SCHHHIEW! cad't br-breahhhhthe…! hahhhhhHH-! AT'CHHH'HIEW! hhhHHH-"

Breath snagging, he grabbed the whole box before he could spiral into another fit, letting loose blow after heavy blow to rid himself of the stubborn itch. Wincing when each cluster shredded or burned. But with one last airy sniffle– surrounded by small piles of tissues– the fit slowed to a stop. Not without some protest as the ailing demon groaned miserably into yet another ruined bundle. “Ughhh...I was trying to say thank you. Guess that was a bust. Snff!” 

“It’s alright.” A soft, fluffy throw blanket wrapped around his shoulders, and all weariness of the fit melted to the touch. Pressing against Lilith’s nape like a moth to a flame as she scooped him up, nose still buried in a fistful of tissues to stall the streaming. “You’re ill, beloved. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

"Of course not." Lucifer said confidently-- before paling in alarm, "But. But what if there is? Just by being in your arms right now I could be leaking some-- snfff! some curse or spell that can hurt you, or worse! What if–! …I-if...It'shhh'hiu!"

A tired, squeaky sneeze forced his tail to grow, popping out from beneath the throw. Whipping to and fro as he fretted, the demon king’s last remaining scraps of tissues disintegrated in a puff of smoke. And without any other option as his nose threatened to drip, Lucifer blew heavily into the hem of the blanket. Pulling back with pure disgust when he realized what he'd done. "Oh– Oh gosh, that was embarrassing! Lilith, I-I amb so sorry–"

“Shhhh. Don’t apologize.” His other half purred softly, pushing a lock of hair out of his face to kiss it. Gingerly tucked back in bed, light throw traded for piles of soft wool bedsheets and thick, downy feather pillows. Humiliation vanished as Lilith took a shaking hand and, before it could retract, brought it to her lips to kiss its back. “I'm going to pour us some tea. I will leave your side for only a moment. Do you trust me?”

Lucifer blinked back surprise. “I…of course. Thank you.”

Slowly, he let his other half slip from his fingers and fell back into his hoard of pillows with a weak moan, pulling the covers over his head.

And as she went to discard the soiled blanket and reach for the teapot, Lilith embraced the quiet. It ached deeply, in a way, but she understood. Because not long ago she was her own worst nightmare. A human once cherished by God– now a disfigured, demonic abomination. Sometimes she would pass by a mirror and itch to smash it, disgusted by her reflection. Only seeing a skin that wasn't hers. The feeling still lingers, of course. Biding its time. But now the gaping wound is an occasional ache, a minor inconvenience.

Because when she cursed her horns, Lucifer would admire them as he had so many times before-- a mortal creation that an angel could never dream of. Because she would cry out in pain at nightmares of the Fall, and her partner would kiss her cheeks to wipe away overflowing tears, playing a soft lullaby on his fiddle until she drifted back to sleep. Because, despite his newly grown claws, her fallen angel wrapped every injury with a feather-light touch, whispering soft affections in between.

So she remained patient with no regrets. She accepted the fever that rattled his pride. The fear that came with an uncontrollable body. The shame of Heaven that rotted his resolve.

Because he loved her, and she loved him, Lilith patiently withstood the silence.

For about two seconds.

“Isshhhhh'hiew!” From behind the mattress rustled as Lucifer scrambled for another wad of paper much too thin. Ragged breathing quickening until– “‘Ishhhhh! ‘Ishhh! Ishh’SHHHIEW!” A final, desperate gasp. “Hhhhhiiiihhhh…hih! HET’SCHHHEW!”

A crackle filled the air, then a flash, then a pained whimper. Breakfast quickly abandoned, Lilith spun on her heel to face her ailing partner.

"Lucifer?!" She yelped, "Are you al–...right?"

Her patient's curled outline beneath the covers was larger than before, shimmering with a strange light.

"Yes! Fine! Everything's fine! Fine and– snff! very normal!" Lucifer's voice cracked through false cheerfulness.

“Lucifer, you’re glowing.” Lilith deadpanned.

A pause, “Glowing?” A shudder. “Yes! The glowing! Why would I lie about the glowing? It happens all the time! Glowing!” He laughed nervously between frantic babbling. She simply crossed the room, but the second she grasped the hem to lift it--

"Don't look, please!" He rushed to tug the opening closed.

"Lucifer..." 

"Y-you didn’t see anything right? No, no of course you didn’t! So there’s nothing to worry about!"

"Lucifer."

“We’ll just. Stay like this! Fine and normal and nothing will change and you won’t hate me–”

“Lucifer!” Shoving down her guilt, Lilith ripped away the curtain between them, met with an entirely new sight.

Skin that was once a plain porcelain white had grown iridescent scales that shined like opals, body bathed in holy light. Demonic eyes painted his cheeks like freckles, a deep scarlet to match his original two. Slit pupils like needles, eyes wide in alarm. His six tattered wings had grown to an enormous size, folding in on themselves from the weight alone. Black, bony spikes were jutting from the spine of his tail, just nearly breaking the skin.

A perfect patchwork body of demon and seraphim.

The fallen angel opened his mouth. Stunned. Before giving an embarrassed squeak, wrapping himself in his wings to hide again. The room grew silent, save for small, frustrated sniffles. 

“This is new.” Lucifer finally croaked out.

“I can see that.” Lilith breathed. “I would very much like to look again.”

“What? Why?!”

“Well, if you must know.” Lilith chuckled as she leaned shoulder to shoulder, sinking into large, plush wings. Feeling them echo her movement, leaning into her warmth. “You look…charming.”

“I-I do?” Lucifer lifted a wing, peeking cautiously through the crack.

“Well that's awfully rude. I’ve only seen you for a few seconds. That’s hardly a full viewing.”

“Y-you could be imagining it!”

“Hm. I suppose I may be.” Lilith hummed, “Then let me see it. Let me prove that you are a disgusting shell of your former self. As I have once tried to prove to myself.”

A small silence fell over the bedroom. Then, ever so slowly, the barrier between them finally unfurled. Lucifer was still huddled in a ball of course– arms wrapped around his chest and legs drawn up to his chin, making sure to cover as much as possible.

The reaction was immediate. Lilith gasped. “Gracious, it’s worse than I thought!”

And in return, the Sin of Pride immediately crafted a hand mirror from his new, untapped well of magic to examine himself, looking every which way at every which angle. “O-oh no. No no no nononono– which part? Some parts? A-all of it?”

“It’s horrible!” She brought her fingertips to her lips.

“Is it the eyes? The hair? The wings? I-it’s the wings, isn’t it?”

“Your nose is running.” Lilith suddenly hummed, as if she were predicting the weather. Plucking the final tissue from the box by his side.

“...Oh.” Lucifer wasn’t sure if he could blush any brighter, wincing as she dabbed at his sore nose. “I. You’re right. I’m being silly about all this–” he motioned to himself frantically, “--aren’t I? It’s just. I was made to create. To protect. To be a pure, shining beacon for everyone. For God. For you. But I’m none of that now. I-I didn’t want to ask before, but now– well, you know more about illnesses than me.” 

Tattered wings drooped with his shoulders, a mix of fear and shame fighting for control.

“So be honest. Am I. A-am I broken?” He muttered quietly.

At that, Lilith’s heart nearly shattered. Oh. Oh shit, she was doing this all wrong.

“...I apologize, beloved. Truthfully, I don’t see the point of asking me any of this. It’s silly to think I would love you any less than the day we first met just because you grew a few extra body parts.” She cupped his cheeks, tilting his face upwards to give him a soft smile. “But if you need me to confirm what I already know. If you want some honest praise,” His other half set aside the tissue and pulled him closer. “I’m more than happy to help.”

Lucifer waited with bated breath as she pulled him onto her lap, raising his chin to scan him up and down.

“Let’s see. We have…” She pecked his forehead, “Two horns.” then his neck. “Scaly skin.” just above each eyelid, earning a small chuckle. “Eight eyes.” then each knuckle, “Eight claws.” She pulled at his collar to kiss his shoulder blades– delighted at the shudder that followed. “Six well-groomed wings.” She threaded the tail through her fingers, kissing its tip, “A tail with spikes.” Her touch ran down to his thigh, “Two hooves.” And lastly, she turned him back around. Lovesick grin clear on his face, tail wagging gently. Wrapping his legs around her waist, he sheathed his wings around her like a feathery shield.

“And finally…” she kissed the tip of his snake-like nose, “An adorable nose.”

His nostrils flared at the sudden, inevitable itch that spread up to its bridge. He quickly turned away, summoning a fibreglass-woven handkerchief to press to his face. 

“H-heh…! Sorry, my nose is s-suhh…sensihhtive…damn cuhh…! C-cuhh…!” He snapped at the waist, wings fluffing and hellfire spitting with every wrenching outburst. “HUH’ATSHHHH’huh! HAT’SCHHHUH! AT’SCHHHUH! Hahh…hhhHHH-! HAT'SHHHHH’HOO!…Ghh…Snff! Ugh, damb cold.” He rasped out, scowling at the ground between gurgling nose blows, as if the seven rings themselves had interrupted their lovely moment.

“And more powerful fits. Bless you.” Lilith giggled, gently smoothing giant, shimmering feathers back into place.

Lucifer rubbed at his nose and sniffed sharply, wings leaning into the touch. “As long as nothing has changed.”

“Things have changed, dear. We both have.” Lilith decided, carding her fingers through his hair, “For the better, I think.”

“I hope so.”

“Then I’ll just have to know for the both of us. Until you’re ready.”