#(she is an indoor cat to be clear she will never be outside unless she is in her halter and I am on the other end of the leash) | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

kurosstuff · 3 years

Text

A/N: so here's a donna x reader thing I thought of!! Also the reader is a maiden a head maid to be more exact- made the header with the only pic that DIDN'T come out terribly??? Idk how the fuck to make them?? Its- technically first pov but isnt exactly written that way idk man I'm dumb

Warning(s): blood, angie swears because I say so. Goes into slight depth of a small injury. FEMALE READER, panic attack(s) SPOILERS!! AND ANGST- this isnt a nice fic. It's not even close haha(but I changed some stuff around to make more sense so fuck you♡)

Donna Beneviento x F!reader: Right place. Wrong time

Parties sucked. Being a handmaid was fun and all but the biggest downside is you have to attend these.. events? You weren't entirely sure what they were but Lady Dimitrescu was very clear on you attending to assist her and the other lords during this time

"I swear if it weren't for Mother Miranda" Lady Dimitrescu spat out at the drunken fool-no her brother? You weren't actually sure what he was to her but they acted like siblings. Mother Miranda help anyone who asks- last person who did landed in the cellar "I would have kicked you out." Taking a drag from her cigarette. Leaning down and blowing into his face making the man start yelling as Moreau hide behind the table yet again-unless he wished to be dragged into the fight as well as he usually did during this time

If it weren't for two things happening with you. You'd probably laugh. But with how many villagers there are-the ones who hurt you. Your anxiety was racing. Even worse when the lord-no the women you were very interested in was here as well. The mysterious women dressed in all black as usual, Donna Beneviento and her doll companion, Angie by her side looking around frantically at all the new people. Jumping up and down excitedly

Deep breath...

Deep.. breath..

Turning you started out the door. Thankfully being the head maid you wouldn't exactly get in trouble with an extent of course(also helped the fact the lady and her daughters were well aware of your anxiety and were surprisingly kind about it?). As you moved you were unaware of a pair of painted eyes glancing at you before turning to another

The cool breeze in the air calmed you as you roamed around the garden. If it weren't for the weather it would have been such a beautiful sight. Well more then it was. Dispite the chilly air as winter was just rolling around the corner. The indication of it creeping up a bit closer with the speaks of ice and snow arounding around and on the flowers. Personally decorating then with their own weather, the crunch under your feet became louder as you got farther away from everyone

"So this is where you went?" A voice called out behind you, stiffening in response you could only hope for the best as you turned-half expecting one of the sisters, but you knew better then to assume that-if it was they'd have bitten you gently-as they could-before dragging you off somewhere

Turning around your assumption was proven correct. Standing infront of you was a small porcelain doll, odd colors painted on but overall handled with such care-you stared in awe before remembering yourself. Kneeling down a bit infront of the doll you smiled

"Why, hello Lady Angie" you started with a smile-watching the mock of a shock on her face, her mouth a gap more then it was before "would you like something?" Speaking softly to ensure not upsetting the doll if you even could? You weren't sure but you've heard that she had a temper of sorts on her

With a mock scuff Angie threw her hands in the air happily "ooo! 'Lady'? Can't remember the last person to call me that seriously" with a scratchy giggle she bounced around you happily. Almost intrigued with you "and what do I want? Hmm" she stopped infront of you again crossing her wooden arms in thought

"Walk with me"

She spoke suddenly after a moment rushing off you in tow- before her foot caught the long dress of hers. Almost sending her falling if you didn't grab her hoisting her up in your arms suddenly. Standing frozen for a second before placing her down gently

"Sorry Lady Angie." Looking her over you nodding in note of no injuries seen on the poor doll "rude to not ask but I'm glad your alright" before looking around her again to ensure you didn't miss anything.

Angie stood head titled to her side interested, holding her arms up to you she made grabby hands like a toddler would when wanting up. "Pick me up" she ordered with a giggle, kneeling down you gently grabbed her. Picking her up you held her against her hip, almost like a mom holding a baby or a toddler it seemed to be the best choice-her reaction was a happy laugh. Pointing off to a room she nodded her head towards there

"Off we go then Lady Angie" you said, walking to the door across the wintered garden. Opening the room to show the indoor version. After all Bela-the eldest likes to do some research on them every now and again-and some of the gardening things held vegetables for the other maidens to keep them "fresh" as they said.

The greenish room should more of the vibrant colors of the objects then the snowy wind from outside. Catching your attention was the chorus of 'down's' repeatedly from the doll-who in turn was put down on the floor gently. Rushing off she called for you to join her. Following close by you couldn't help but smile at her child like nature-dispite her crazy nature, it was very enduring

Turning the corner you didn't expect to see her maker-the lady of the Beneviento house. Donna Beneviento also the same one who caught your attention from seeing her for the first time. Growing a bit flustered you bowed your head towards her-gaining a snicker from Angie who whispered-or at least seemed like it- to the veiled women. Of what? You weren't sure but it must have been something if she suddenly jolted up almost nervous like

"Hello Lady Beneviento" you responded carefully. It was obvious to anyone who sees the Lady- she seems to not be be used to being social with others, "its nice to meet you, My lady" speaking formally as you've been taught-and reprimanded for repeatedly in the past. Thankfully now it stuck

Nothing but silence filled the room. No talking. No movement even from Angie who just stared at the Lord. Your anxiety crept up even faster now, did you say something wrong?

"..WELL!" Angie suddenly jumping up bringing her wooden hand onto your pant leg pulling you forward- with such strength for such a small doll. "Come on" she tugged again annoyed like a child would if their toy was taken from them

"Give me attention!" Smiling you followed her to the smaller table you've seen before- when you first entered you never knew why the Lady would want such a small table. Now with Angie you knew why. Sitting down infront of the doll you leaned forward awkwardly in the seat

"Thank you Lady Angie" smiling at the doll like child who held a cup of 'tea' flavored air towards you with a cackle and nod-unaware of the gaze on you both from the veiled women who underneath smiled slightly at the sight

After a couple moments of playing tea, Angie's attention was stolen from a butterfly getting up and chasing after it with a yell of- profanities which you could have only assumed she learned from the other Lords. Movement was heard behind you-aware of the other women you pretended not to hear as to not scare her off

A flower crowded your vision for a moment before you took it gently. Fingers grazing across the other women's gently-ignoring the way she flinched away almost like you burned her somehow "thank you Lady Beneviento" you replayed glancing over at the veiled women who moved to sit beside you-almost so still you would has mistaken her for a statue-if not for her breathing hitching softly as a smile crossed your face. You didn't want to scare her off as she finally started to relax around you, slightly but enough

Holding the flower you looked down admiring it with a soft smile- which if you remember correctly Bela-during her studies-called it a Calla lilies. Whatever it was, it was a beautiful flower. While looking at the flower you failed to notice the one who gave it to you watched intently. Almost like she was flustered- but it was hard to talk with her veil to anyone. Anyone but Angie-who giggled behind you. Ditching the Butterfly for the scene before her. It was not only surprising that Lady Beneviento gave it to you but it also confused you as to why. Twirling it in your fingers gently you glanced up to the black veiled women "Thank you Lady Beneviento" smiling before remembering you already thanking the women-you grew slightly embarrassed from the lack of response-unsurpising as it was.

Laughing that scratchy tone-almost like a disk being scratched you drew your attention to the doll clinging to your pant leg once more "oohh~" Angie started in a tease "Donna thinks your pretty~ I can see it I guess" Angie giggled pulling at your pants for attention-if it weren't for what she said you'd compare her to Daniela for her need of almost constant attention

"What?" Was all the response you gave as the veiled women yet again stiffened in response-before abruptly standing up. Looking up at her smiling getting up as well. Angie curling herself around your leg like that of a cat against their scratching post, the Lady before you stopped almost as if debating something before turning and leaving hurriedly. A groan was heard as Angie unwrapped herself from you and chased after Lady Beneviento'

"Aww why can't we keep them?" Was all that you heard before they left the room. A smile grazed your face at the comment. It wouldn't be all that bad to be a maid for the two Ladies. You looked at the flower in your hand unaware of the glowing yellow eyes watching with a knowing smile.

A loud call of your name rang through the building loudly- the same way it was usually used for a certain sister. Gulping the lump down you straightened your outfit as best you could to be at least somewhat presentable, the flower safely in the pocket of your front shirt poking out.

Rushing down the hallway hastily while making sure not to make it seem like your running. Getting to the lady of the castle while running from one of her daughters? Yeah not that fun. The memory of the incident where you did accidentally set one of then off thinking you were trying to run away. Rubbing the scar on your wrist shivering at the thought.

Yeah. Not again.

Rounding the corner to the front of the manor your Lady and Lady Beneviento stood almost like they were waiting for something, or someone. A loud snicker brought your attention to Angie who stated up at you, bowing your head at them respectfully-thankfully remember the first rule anyone would know

Rule 1- don't look at any of the Lord's until they gave you some sort of signal(you technically broke it? But they either didnt care or mind)

Lady Dimitrescu placed a single hand on your shoulder sending a tingle of fright and anticipation through you "I will be giving you my own head maid, Donna dear" she started nodding in your direction giving you a odd smile-almost knowing? Of something "to help around your home" with that decided-it was clear she would not be changing her mind. Not that you'd want her to either

"Oo! We get the pretty lady?" Angie giggled loudly making her run around you in circles chanting something along the lines of "Pretty!" And "tea partner" smiling softly at her, Beneviento tensed up in embarrassment at the thought of you in her home. But accepted none the less

Calling out your name as you all got ready to finally leave. You turned to your former Lord "Now" she started giving you a stern look "be on your best behavior. Treat her right." Placing a hand on your arm her nails slowly turning to claws before turning back to normal. Like a warning

Entering Beneviento's home you noted how.. homie it really was. Like a normal house minus the dolls around. Some on shelves others on random chests or just sprawled on the floor.

Smiling like a little kid on Christmas you let a small "woah" as you glanced around the Lady of the house watching you intently as you neared one of her dolls, a defensive one who attacked if an unknown/violent person enters in her home on instinct without her command. Nibbling her lip nervously under her veil she hoped you would grow uninterested in the doll.

She was wrong

"This is so cool!" You escalated getting way to close for everyone in the room. The other dolls stared worry surrounding them from their Mothers nerves being shot. The doll sprung to life-a sharp intake from Beneviento, Angie moved to get you away, She slammed her eye shut. Awaiting the scream of pain to come out. The blood. But nothing came. Slowly she opened to see what could only be a silent but swift kill.

Her mouth opened in shock. You held the doll gently in your hands-it didn't even try to harm you just stared curiously at you, "I'm assuming you made this as well m'lady?" With a tilt of your head you sent a smile her way. Shock and disbelief was all she felt-even Angie was stumped about this.

"W.." for the first time since she first learned to talk. Angie was at a lose for words. "Well of course you dummy!" She just as quickly regained her ability. With a nod of your head you placed the doll where it leapt from gently smoothing out its outfit and you moved back. Hands on your hips before turning to face the two once again

"Well I think its cute!" The dolls around the surrounding area chattered excitedly, their mother stood yet again stumped. They obviously liked you-and she had no idea what to do about it.

She ignored the giggle of Angie who stared at her knowingly.

That started your new routine.

Everyday you woke up, changed. Accompany Angie around to clean as she entertained(teased) you. Everynow and again one of the Dollmakers dolls that are capable of walking yet have no speak or full will of their own like Angie would pop up and just stare at you. Or follow you. But if you looked at then they'd run off

So that made you have another rule.

Rule 2- if one of her dolls pop up don't look at them depending on who they are, and if you see them politely smile and wave. Do not engage unless they do.

It seemed like almost everyone in the house liked you to some extent. Almost everyone. You knew the Lady Beneviento at least somewhat liked you even during the small times of seeing her.

Yet during the last couple of weeks you barely saw the Lady of the house herself. Just at breakfast through Dinner. When you bring the food in she brought the tea. She refused to let you make it- Angie said something about how that's her favorite thing(and only thing) she cooked. All the other times you assumed she had little to no interest in you.

That all changed when one day you drew her attention to you even more then you unknownly had.

While cutting the bread you glanced up watching Angie as she ran around the small room, in awe about how life like she was, even after the amount of times you've seen it and heard it- she acted like a child- it was heartwarming but it was still a surprise. "Fuck" you hissed moving your hand away from the knife, in your obviousness you accidentally cut your thumb. Some specks of blood. Looking up from the deafening silence Angie was frozen in the middle of the room staring at you mouth agape. As usual you imagined if she was truly alive you wondered if she'd outright laugh

Which she did. And to your horror mimicked you

"Fuck" Angie copied gleefully. 'Oh no' was all you could think of as you rushed to her "FUCK!!" She yelled out louder then the last

"No no Lady Angie please" you attempted to calm her. What if Lady Beneviento heard? Would she be mad? Or find this funny? You were almost scared to find out "don't say that word please" at that she froze before slowly turning her attention to you

If this was anyone else. Like for example the daughters you served at your time in the Dimitrescu castle you'd be dead right about now. That's when it finally settled in. You just gave an order. To one of the lords. And if not the most unpredictable one at that considering how out of the ordinary she is. They all were in their own sense but Angie is arguably a very very unpredictable doll. If you weren't already worried out of your mind, you are now

"Um-" you started before she floated close to your face frozen. It was a couple minutes. Long painful silence. If it weren't for this situation that was happening admiring the work done on the doll would have been something you would have been doing

"Fuck" she giggled making a deep sigh of breath you held in this moment. "Hehe~" laughing that weird laugh of hers rushing off leaving you alone in the living room. Around dolls that seemed to pierce daggers into you much harsher then usual. Like Donna knew what you just taught Angie that. Like she saw

But.. she couldn't have. She's in the basement.. right?

That night Angie still said the word and laughed like the 9 year old? You guessed? She was, but never said it infront of her mom. Thank god for that. But.. that didn't last long either

"Motherfucker" was the first thing you heard leaving your room. Looking at the small doll in question who just giggled at your shocked expression "you are a motherfucker" before rushing off laughing

"WHO TAUGHT YOU THAT?" you yelled after Angie who in turn laughed even harder in horror you tried to wrap your mind around it. Did you say that? No. You're 50% sure you didn't say that word yet. At least not here

Standing in the hallway for a moment. Someone was behind you watching frozen not at you telling but at the young dolls profanity. Turning around you saw the one person you hoped wouldn't see or HEAR anything.

"L-Lady Beneviento!" You exclaimed bowing your head down harshly, "sorry about that I don't know where she heard that from" hoping to Mother Miranda she wasn't mad.

Silence.

A ear piercing silence surrounded you both in the hallway before the sound of a chuckle-then a deep soft laugh escaped the veiled women in front of you. Bringing her hand under her veil to probably whip away tears she probably had escape from how hard she laughed. Standing in shock at the scene infront of you-growing flustered before a smile crept on your face.

You could only hope you'd hear that lovely sound again.

"...thank you" a hoarse voice so soft you had to hold your breath to hear it clearly. It was even more apparent that she hardly spoke to anyone if it was that hoarse. But it was still the most beautiful sound you've ever heard. A smile crept up your face as your heart swelled in happiness. "Donna." She interpreted your thoughts making you blink in confusion

"Call me Donna"

After a couple of months you and the two Ladies of the house got closer. Angie followed you around like a duck yelling profanities or teasing you about your crush on her mom- that she somehow figured out. Just like now.

"Donna and Y/N sitting in a tree" Angie sang, dancing around the coffee table. Donna sitting next to you drinking a cup of tea under her veil "K-I-S-S-I-N-G" Angie spoke making the veiled women spit the tea out onto the table and the surrounding area.

"ANGIE" You yelled flustered but chuckling at the exaggerated reaction from Donna who was frantically whipping the spilled tea off of herself. Leaning over with a napkin you helped a bit

Silence filled the room when Angie ran out laughing the only slight of sound was the tick from the clock which sat above the door to the living room. Tapping the table you glanced at the time, realizing what the time was you jumped up catching Donna off guard

"Oh! Donna I have to see the Duke" you spoke looking away unaware of frozen panicked state. You hadn't left the house since the day you moved in, so you weren't aware of the jar, unaware of the village's state. Unaware of everything. With a gulp behind the veil the one thing that mostly plagued her mind.

What if you left?

What if you saw what she helped do and left her? Forever?

She couldn't deal with another lose- especially not you. Looking back you smiled at her gently, grabbing her hands gently rubbing the too with the palm of your thumb "I'll be back. I promise. I won't ever leave you or Angie, Donna I swear it"

Taking a deep shaky breath Donna nodded her head. "Alright. Just... don't be gone too long ok?" Donna begged-Hopeing it wouldn't seem too desperate- if it was you'd never comment on it.

"Of course" you promised.

The trip to the Duke wasn't easy nor was it too hard, bumps and bruises here and there. But in the end it will be worth it.

"Ah, the young helper from Lady Beneviento's correct?" The Duke spoke allowed rolling out of no where- you'd never figure out how he could do that. Or how the single horse could pull such a big guy either. A large grin appeared on your face

"Duke! Hey what's up?" Going over towards his shop you looked around a bit "it's been a bit quiet hasn't it?" The Duke froze turning towards you looking as you gushed over some of his items. A smile suddenly came onto his face

"Ah yes" he cleared his throat "I believe their planning on some..celebration of some sort for the Lords. And Mother Miranda of course" he concluded

"Ah, that makes sense!" Before you would say anything else something caught your attention. A single flower. A rose. If you could remember from the many books-and studies with Angie it means "Love" pointing to the rose "I would like to buy that one please" you spoke the Duke following your gaze and smiled softly

"Ah, a beautiful rose for a beautiful lord, my dear. Perfect choice" pulling out a couple more then just the single you assumed he'd pick he held them out to you gently, before you could pull your coin pouch out he held a hand to stop. "It's on the house, dear. You don't owe me anything"

"Oh! Well.. thank you Duke" smiling you took the Rose's gently in your hand turning and rushing off, rubbing the scar on your wrist in nervousness. The Duke watched in silence- he could only hope you'd stay safe looking back in his shop at the three statues he concluded- life isn't that fair nor kind to anyone.

Holding the flowers tightly so you wouldn't drop them yet gently so it wouldn't break, you smiled gently, today is the day, you were finally going to tell Donna how you felt. How much she meant to you.

Rushing up the trail to the house you couldn't help but shiver, a slightly unnerving shiver-almost cold. Obviously worried about the whole confessing thing. With a rub of your wrist you gulped deeply, biting your lip slightly-Donna would never cast you away for how you felt-she wasn't like that...

Right?

The closer you got to the door as it came into view, the more worried you became, walking around the sprawled out dolls around you took a deep breath and opened the door

"Donna. Angie I'm back!" You called out

Silence

Nothing came back. No quick pitter patter from the wooded feet of Angie sprinting towards you. Gulping down the lump in your throat you clutched the flowers a bit tighter still being mindful of how much strength you put in it.

The doll room! That must be were they are, walking around the couch you started down the hall before you froze everything happened in slow motion. The flowers falling, the white red speaks appearing in your eyes.

"No..."

The scream that pierced out of your throat in horror. Anguish and grief. The bloodied body of Donna laid on the floor Angie beside her. Blood pooled around them, it was obviously Donna's and by the looks of it- it stopped pouring out. Dropping to your knees with a heavy thonk-you ignored the pain in then. The static in your ears as blood rushed from your face. Bringing Donna's head onto your lap. You shook her gently

"Donna" you started tears rushing down harsh against your cheeks-all you saw was the blurrier vison of the women you loved "wake up" you begged shaking her yet again. Trying desperately to ignore the painfully obvious dull in her eye as her veil moved slightly, before you on instinct moved it to cover her whole face.

"Don't leave me" sobbing harshly you brought her closer as you shook. "I" gulping down the sob from your horse throat "I love you, please don't leave me alone"

"Please. Come back"

All you got was silence

Then another scream

#donna beneviento x reader #donna x reader #donna beneviento #resident evil #also the ending Ethan is behind you #ethan aha what are you doing behind me with that knife-reader #HAHAHA #everyone is dead no ones happy minus Ethan and his jar baby limbs #i wrote a fuck ton #i was going to make you Heisenbergs maid but idk how the fuck to write him #so i may do another one but that route??#i had like plots for that hehe #also. is castle the same as a manor????#idk #ima say it is lol #also i had to take stuff out because it got to long and tumblr was being pissy about it #so during the timeskip where she tells you to call her by her first name- you and her get closer you introduce her to a thing called TV and #angie won't stop watching pinocchio and has a wooden cigarette thing #donna gets upset about it so Angie fakes puffs smoke into her face #she gets time outs everytime #also you don't actually ever see her face. even at the end of the fic you wanted to give her that much #you know what i mean?#donnas last thoughts were how glad you weren't there that day. she wanted you to live happy #even without her-she would be happy #she only regretted not telling you how she truly felt #hehe.

225 notes · View notes

amerrierworld · 4 years

Text

Wicked

Marvel (Thor Ragnarok) oneshot

For anon

Summary: Thor sets you up on a date with Hela, and everything seems to go well until old high-school ‘friends’ interrupt your meal.

Characters: Hela x fem!reader, Thor, former high school friends (I haven’t given them names or too much detail, so imagine whoever you’d like :) )

Word Count: 2,107

Warnings: uh, annoying high school girls?

“Are you sure about this?”

“Of course!” Thor responded, trotting next to you. “Trust me, you’ll love her.”

“Hm, why am I finding that so difficult to believe?” you huffed, pulling at the sleeves of your shirt as you walked down the street. “If she’s anything like her brothers, I doubt I’ll be able to sit across from her without slapping her across the face immediately.”

“Very funny, Y/N,” he responded. “Give it a chance, will you? You’ve been single for forever. And Hela’s been single for, well, eternity.”

“I can’t help but wonder if this is just a scheme of yours and Loki’s to try and keep Hela off your butts from what I’ve been told.”

The God of Thunder shot you a look as he led you inside a diner, winking at a few passing people who squealed in delight at recognizing him. You rolled your eyes.

As the two of you waited at the front of the diner for your date, you shuffled nervously, hugging your purse tightly.

“Just don’t question her power, you know?” Thor was going on about all the tips he could think of so Hela wouldn’t accidentally kill you and everyone else enjoying their lunches.

“And don’t bring up family, bit of a sore topic that. Steer clear of Asgard and the Avengers, she’s still a little salty about not getting to rule it and such. Oh, and don’t talk about me or our brother too much, she finds us really annoying.”

“I wonder why?”

“Haha,” he said, bumping your arm. An easy silence fell between you two, and you glanced around to see anyone that might stick out to you as a god.

“What does she look like?”

“Oh, irritating, mostly,” Thor sighed. “Like an absolute pain in your ass, completely incoherent of understanding other people’s lives-,”

“Stop it, you doof,” you said, shoving him lightly. “I’m serious.”

“Right, well she looks a little like Loki- same dark hair, love the colour green. Bit of a copy cat if you ask me. Tall, just as tall as me-,”

“Intimidating, cunning, and absolutely bored to death by her little brother’s dialogue,” a smooth voice spoke up behind you. “Is this her, then?”

You turned around and stared, stunned at the sight in front of you. She was tall, with black boots adding an inch or two so she towered above you. With a tight, dark green tank top hugging her curves and showing off her toned arms and a pair of black leather pants she looked, frankly, delicious.

You swallowed thickly and blushed as you met her gaze, piercing green eyes framed by a mess of black waves.

“Hello sister,” Thor said dryly. “This is my friend, Y/N. Treat her nicely.”

“Oh, don’t worry little brother. I don’t bite... often.”

She gave you a coy smirk and you felt your face become even more flushed. Thor clapped your shoulder.

“Right, I’m off then. You two have fun,” he shot his sister a warning look and she smirked back before he was gone.

“Should we find a seat, darling?” Hela began, pressing a hand to your back. You nodded meekly as you watched her. She moved swiftly like a cat waiting to pounce. Either way, her sudden touch on your body sent your heartbeat into a wonderful overdrive as the hostess led the two of you to a booth.

“Do you do this often?” Hela asked, grumbling as she scanned the menu.

“What? Dating?”

“No, ordering food like this,” she said. “How are you supposed to just pick one?”

Her dark eyebrows were furrowed intently and you couldn’t help but giggle, making her look up.

“We can split an appetizer first, if you want,” you offered. “You don’t have to just pick one, but it’s not very common to go scrounging on like, three meals at a restaurant.”

She hummed in acknowledgement, her gaze flickering down to the menu again, almost nervously.

“So what would you like to start with?” you asked. “The calamari is pretty good, unless you don’t like fish? Maybe nachos...”

“What are nachos?”

You blinked at her, stunned once again, but for a completely different reason. This time you burst into full-on snickering that didn’t dissipate for a solid few minutes, with Hela staring at you in confusion until you were done.

“What?”

You patted her hand. “We’re getting nachos. I can’t believe you’ve been on Earth with those two knucklehead brothers of yours and you haven’t ever had nachos.”

Hela was looking at your hands touching before a grin split across her face and suddenly she seemed more at ease.

“Nachos it is.”

Your meal with Hela was going wonderfully, which was a surprise for both of you. You steered clear of the advised topics that Thor had told you about, but found that conversation flowed easily enough without it; Hela was more intrigued about Earth and your every day routine than any realm-enslaving conquest she’d ever been on. When Asgard did come up, it was always in passing, or by her own choice, and you listened whenever she spoke of it, holding her hand tightly.

You learned her favourite colour is green, that she had a pet wolf named Fenris that she couldn’t wait for you to meet and that she’d only been on Earth for a little while, so she wasn’t really sure how to act human around everyone.

Nodding along, your hands intertwined easily and automatically. Hers were cool to the touch and you found yourself tracing her figure with your eyes as she spoke. The conversation turned to you, talking about your upbringing, and you were eagerly talking to her about your life when a high-pitched, god-awful squeal caught your attention.

“Oh my god! No way! Y/N?”

Rising from a table a bit further from your booth was a trio of girls from high-school that you’d hardly talked to since graduating. Your stomach plummeted; they were the exact few ‘friends’ that you had during your four years that you avoided after leaving that school behind once you realized how horribly toxic they really were.

Your face paled as you forced a smile on your face, and your fingers suddenly had Hela’s hand in a trembling death-grip. She noticed, eyes scanning between you and the group, silently watching.

“Girl, it’s so great to see you! How long has it been? God, you look so different than you used to!”

You grimaced and said a weak ‘hi’ to them. You pulled your hands from Hela’s and buried them under the table to wring them together, sweaty and trembling.

“What are you up to these days? Do you work in the city? I never would have thought you would have made it, you know? None of us could have imagined it in high school! You were always so weird back then, right?”

The same preppy tones, glamour bags and glittery lip gloss stared at you like demons coming to haunt you again. You had been much different than their clique from school, and yet you had found yourself wound up in their drama and constant bickering anyways.

Through your haze, you made out a clear, cool voice from across you speaking up.

“I’m sure Y/N wasn’t anymore weird than anyone else who went to that school of yours,” Hela chipped in. You came back to reality to watch Hela speak with the leader of the girl group, a loud and pretentious girl who had a way of making everyone feel useless without trying. Yet your date was staring at her with a feline look, waiting for something to happen.

“And who is this, Y/N? Your girlfriend?”

“I’m Hela, pleased to meet you,” she ignored the question and reached to shake the girl’s hand. In a split second you saw her face contort in an ungodly pain from Hela’s grip. She struggled to pull her hand free and when she did she was huffing, clearly offended. You smirked a little.

“Huh, quite a grip there, lady. Martial arts?”

“No, just a lot of experience killing people.”

The girls chuckled nervously. “What, are you one of those Avenge folk or whatever?” they scoffed, cackling amongst themselves as if they had made the best joke of the century.

“No, but Thor, who spends a lot of time with them, is in fact my brother.”

“O. M. G. What! You know Thor? As in God of Thunder? Like, super-hot blonde dude with a hammer and stuff?”

“That’s the one. Although he seems more fond of Y/N than me, sibling-rivalry and all that.”

In an instant you were bombarded with questions how did you meet him? is he really that hot? god! isn’t he an absolute dream? c’mon Y/N let us meet him you owe us that much at least.

Your heartbeat sped up again and you found it difficult to breathe, clamping your hands together. Your leg was bouncing up and down until you felt a heeled foot press against your calf, rubbing up and down soothingly.

“If you’d like, I could introduce you much faster you know,” Hela drawled, drawing their attention like a predator playing with its prey. “I can easily summon him if you want to come outside for a second. It’ll be too much of a commotion indoors.”

They were scuffling about like puppies begging for snacks as Hela stood up, towering over them. You felt nervous, wondering what she was going to do but she turned to you and winked before saying,

“Be back in a minute, babe.”

Once you got your bearings again, you shot up from your seat to follow and hurry outside, afraid to find three corpses littered on the street. You hated high school bullies, sure, but not that much.

As soon as you stepped out the front doors, high-pitched screaming erupted from the streets and you watched all three girls scamper for their lives, away from Hela and a massive black wolf that was growling and roaring at them by her side. A shimmering portal was pulsing behind Fenris, and Hela was nearly doubled over in laughter as they ran.

When she saw you approach nervously she stretched out a hand.

“Don’t worry, he doesn’t bite either, unless I ask him to.”

She gave you the sweetest of smiles and your anxiety melted away. You placed your hand in hers and she pulled you closer to pet Fenris, who nuzzled your palm.

“Off with you, now,” Hela said, patting the wolf’s head. “You don’t fit anywhere in this world.”

Fenris purred in protest and Hela tutted. “Now, now, I’ll visit soon. Thor keeps telling me if I bring you here they’re either going to hunt me or fear me, and apparently that’s not what the Avengers want right now. Scram now.”

Fenris turned like a wounded puppy and you giggled as he grumbled, before stepping through the portal and disappearing.

“You alright, darling?” Hela asked suddenly, standing much closer than before, her face inches from yours.

“Y-yeah, I think so. Now that they’re gone.”

“They were absolute bitches, you know that?”

You laughed softly. “Yeah, they’ve always been like that.”

“Were you really once friends with them?”

“Yeah, surprisingly. I was a different person back then, and a lot of things happened that just weren't right. Eventually I locked them out of my memory but seeing them like that; that was the best revenge ever.”

“I’m glad you liked it. Though I’m afraid when Thor gave me a blueprint of ‘typical first dates’, summoning a giant wolf and scaring off old bullies wasn’t anywhere on the plan.”

“Oh, that’s alright. Regular first dates are boring anyway.”

She grinned again, a hand snaking around your waist and pressing a kiss to your forehead. You sucked in a breath.

“I couldn’t let them stand there and belittle you like that, it angered me so much.”

“Hey, at least you didn’t kill anyone,” you said, poking her playfully. “I consider that progress.”

She smiled at you.

“I had a wonderful time, Y/N.”

“Me too,” you breathed, before leaning up and pressing your lips to hers this time. She held you tightly as you kissed, her cool touch making you relaxed and dizzy all over.

You pulled away and brushed your hands through her hair, feeling the soft textures run through your fingers.

“Does that mean a second date is in order? Thor said a first kiss shouldn’t be until the third date, at least.”

“Thor is an idiot,” you mumbled against her lips. “I may owe him one for the best first date ever, but he’s terrible with dating advice.”

A/N: this was so much fun to write! thank you for the anon who prompted this <3 i don’t know about you, but I definitely had some specific people in mind when writing the hs girls and it made me very satisfied to write them running for the hills. let me know what you think folks!

#hela #hela x you #hela x reader #helaxyou #helaxreader #hela odinsdottir #marvel #marvel fanfiction #thor #thor ragnarok #cate blanchett #wlw #lgbt #lgbtq #lgbtqia #anon #request #merry writes

226 notes · View notes

king-bito · 3 years

Text

T.W Pet death

Why the fuck would you do that.

Someone's cat ran out in front of me today, she darted into the yard of a house, its a busy street. I left a note saying I was taking her to X vet, and my mobile number in case she belonged to them or knew who she belonged to.

She didn't make it. By the time I got her on the vets table, the same vet who looked after salem, she was already brain dead. She died quickly, I stayed with her until her heart stopped, and not once did I stop crying.

She will be there for 2 weeks unless someone claims her body.

Desexed, no microchip. No collar.

Beautiful little black and white girl with white socks and a gorgeous thick coat, barely bigger than luna.

I couldn't stop crying.

Work gave me the night off.

I did everything I could, everything I could only hope a stranger would do for one of my cats if they got out.

I don't wanna hear "Oh but they just stay in the back yard"

"But they are very road savvy"

"but they grew up outside"

"but"

I DONT WANT TO HEAR IT.

I preach about domesticated animals needing to stay indoors

About how it's the owners fault when something happens to them

And despite there being NOTHING I could do, this sweet, scared little girl will never come home today.

Cats are bred to be inside pets.

Yes, even strays.

If you love them. Keep them inside. Love them, care for them, provide them the stimulation they need.

She was so scared...

It happened so fast...

I don't want to hear it anymore.

Sure she could have escaped but it doesn't excuse the many many pet owners who think it's okay to let them roam free, and that's not even touching the dangers to native wildlife.

Don't come here to give me an excuse.

Have I made it clear yet?

I don't want to hear it.

I'm mourning this animals life.

Wishing there was something more could do.

Theres something you can do.

And thats keeping your loved fur babies inside.

2 notes · View notes

thegeminisage · 4 years

Text

the south is like another country

i have an entire essay on how the current radicalism and steep political divide in this country can be traced directly back to the civil war - rural white southerners here playing the part pre-ww2 germany, the part of a resentful, conquered nation assimilated into the nation that conquered them, because if you think about it the south/the confederacy WAS its own nation for a time, that lost a very bloody war, and paid very steeply for it (not that slavers didn’t deserve every bit of misery the “carpetbaggers” threw at them), and the bitterness from that loss/the lost capital from having their slaves freed has been handed down through the generations, to people who now live in abject poverty while their livelihoods are destroyed by late stage capitalism, and their schools are so broke a lot of people here don’t even know how to read, and their towns are eaten alive with meth, and they’re still looked down upon by most of the country for being racist uneducated backwater hicks (to be clear, we should always look down on racism and racists, but it’s not making them any less bitter/ripe for being drawn into the cult of tr*mp’s america and f*cism).

but anyway this post isn’t about that! this post is about how when i go up north and i say “y’all it really is like i’m living in a different country” NOBODY BELIEVES ME. we speak the same language, we’re all americans, right? PFFFFFT. this amazon van thing just drives it home (pun intended). here’s a list of differences from the deep south* to the rest of the country*:

*the deep south here meaning the RURAL deep south. sorry to everyone who lives in cities/the suburbs and/or in border states like maryland and virginia. i’ve been to maryland and virginia and they are technically southern and some of this applies to them but it is not quite as extreme as it is here. the rest of the country includes the other states i’ve been to (california, washington state, new york, etc), which are in mostly every area except the midwest. i cannot personally vouch for the midwest. sorry, midwesterners! rural midwest probably has a lot of things in common with the deep south because rural life is different and also how easily people move around this country, but whatever

this is a long-ass post get ready

difference #1: DRIVING. driving & pedestrians are entirely different un rural areas vs urban areas. for starters, southern towns often do not even have sidewalks. this is because of 1. budget and 2. racism.

budget: rural towns are very spread out, and it costs major $$$ to put sidewalks in. it’s just not worth the trouble, financially, to put a sidewalk where only 12 people are ever going to use it, AND spend the money to maintain it. never gonna happen. racism: initially, suburbs especially in the south were seen as safe havens where people could get away from the stress of living in “urban” (re: integrated) areas. that the neighborhoods were only accessible by car and NOT by people who were too poor (black) to afford automobiles were just an added bonus.

as such, the first time i left the southeast, i was SHOCKED to see people walking and biking WITH (or indifferent to) the flow of traffic. down here we are taught that if you are walking along the road (or biking, because bikers get lumped in with pedestrians down here), it is very very very crucial that you walk against the flow of traffic, because you cannot expect drivers to see you and not mow you down. the onus is on YOU to get out of THEIR way. additionally, walking in knee-high grass along the side of the road sucks, and because there aren’t many people here, the roads are usually totally empty. so oftentimes pedestrians just straight up walk ON the road. and if you do that you absolutely have to be able to see a car coming from a long way away, because rural drivers on completely empty roads tend to take them at extremely high speeds just for fun. the people who live diagonally across from me have had to replace their mailbox four times because folks take that blind curve at 90mph. i had a cat get hit by a car on that road. (they all live indoors now.) i even witnessed a car accident happen there when i was just outside minding my own business. ever see a tire fly 12 feet into the air and come down into someone’s windshield? that’s what happens when you hit power line pole driving like that.

the first time i ever encountered one of those pedestrian crossing buttons was in california in the early 2010s. i had literally never seen one before because we simply don’t have them here. they’re not very self-explanatory if you have been jaywalking your whole entire life because all you’re taught to do is look both ways and make sure the street is empty before you cross. northern/urban roadways are made so that pedestrians and drivers can both get to where they’re going. in rural/southern areas pedestrians might as well not bother.

interestingly, while not an entirely southern problem, there’s a loose correlation between rural areas and more problems with drunk drivers.

on the driving side, driving in a city is batshit insane. it’s both faster and slower. there is NO space and you’re expected to go whenever you have so much as an inch to worm your way in. there’s more traffic, and the traffic totally dictates your speed. in the south you can change lanes if you want to drive faster or slower and weave around traffic or let it weave around you, but in a city there’s no other lane to change to and if you don’t drive at the speed of the people ahead of and behind you you will die. you turn fast, you brake fast, etc. whenever i come back from driving in a city the people who ride with me think i’m insane. you don’t PULL ONTO A ROAD if you can SEE ANOTHER CAR THERE, what the fuck? meanwhile i’m like “lol that is six miles of space i have plenty of time” and give everyone in my vicinity heart palpitations until i readjust.

tailgating in a rural area is something only assholes do (done by people on a two-lane road to encourage the person in front of them to go faster because the only other lane is for oncoming traffic), and if someone gets within one car length of me on a two-lane road i can very passively aggressively slow my vehicle to a crawl until they back the fuck off. in a city you’re lucky if you have a twelve inches between your bumper and the next car’s hood ornament.

difference #2: LANGUAGE. this is a small one, but the southern dialect combined with the lack of literacy means i am learning certain things late in life. phrases i have heard verbally with my ears but had never seen written out include: “chest of drawers” which i thought was “chester drawers” - “seven year itch” which i thought was “seven year each” - “albeit” which i thought was “i’ll be it.” i’ve made a deliberate effort to unlearn mine own accent/dialect but i run into weird shit all the time. remotes are mashers, shopping carts are buggies, you put stuff up instead of putting it away, i fix you a drink instead of pouring you one, we shoot the game instead of play it. my mom LITERALLY can’t understand me if i speak too quickly - she has to remind me all the time to slow down and put on my southern.

difference #3: TECHNOLOGY. issue of whether or not you personally have the creepy amazon vans aside, the rural south is behind the rest of the country on technology. things in cities are AUTOMATED. things like the little button you press to cross the street, tickets you take at parking garages, even the parking meters you find in cities, that’s just the beginning of it. one time i came across a little computer touch screen in a MCDONALDS where you put your order in. you didn’t even go up to the counter. you just put your order on the screen and swiped your card and then they got it ready for you and you never had to speak to a human person. self-checkouts, gas pumps where you can swipe your card and not go in and pay at first...the south got those YEARS behind everybody else. in the mid-2010s i went to DC and visited a target for maybe the 5th time ever and i was BAFFLED by the self-checkout. i had no idea how to use it! it was like less than ten years ago and i was IN MY TWENTIES and i had never seen one before! when we send a package we have to talk to a human person. when we order food we usually have to talk to a human person. apps for places like dominos and subway have not been in use here for very long. my county just got doordash LAST YEAR.

because i am 31, and because the south is so technologically behind, i am actually old enough to remember how when you used to go to a gas station an attendant would not only pump your gas but wash your windshield for you while you just SAT IN THE CAR. that seems like something from the 50s but it actually was a thing here in my childhood IN the 90s. i wish i was making this up.

difference #4: INFRASTRUCTURE. this sort of goes hand-in-hand w/ the last point because so much of our infrastructure is made of technology, and it’s also more of a rural/urban thing than a south/north thing. but just for fun here’s a non-exhaustive list of things i don’t have in my town:

starbucks* - the first time i went to a starbucks i was in my 20s

a public pool - we used to, but now the only pool here requires a YMCA membership. the only baseball diamond in this county is also at the Y.

walmart

in fact, ANYWHERE to buy clothes that is not a goodwill or other secondhand store. i cannot buy clothing unless i order it online or LEAVE MY TOWN. almost all of the clothing i own is from walmart because it’s one of the only places in my entire county where you can actually PURCHASE clothing.

grocery store chains? pffft. my town has two entire stores and both are small southern chains. i didn’t go into a publix for the first time until two years ago when i went to florida. i’ve NEVER entered a whole foods.

food delivery? yeah, no. like i said, we got doordash last year, but before that the only place you could get delivery from was a pizza chain. we only have two pizza places in my town that deliver, and one is a local place, not attached to any chain, so i can’t spend my loyalty points there. (it’s very expensive there too.) last year it was CLOSED for six months because the manager got caught dealing meth. every last one of the delivery drivers was trafficking it for him. they all got fired and had to restart from the ground up. for that short time, it was not possible to get any food delivered to your house whatsoever.

a hospital/ambulance services - if someone is sick, we have to take them to the hospital in laurens, the town next door (about 15-20 minutes by car). the town i live in lucky - we have our own police and fire departments. (acab but you know what i mean.) joanna is a smaller town next to mine that isn’t a real town - it’s been demoted to a census designated area because only 2000 people live there. if they have an emergency, they have to use OUR fire and police departments, and LAURENS’s ambulance/hospital system

after-school places kids can go to keep from getting into trouble. we have the Y, if you have money (no one here has money), and we have churches, but mostly schools can’t afford to run too many extracurriculars. there’s nothing to do here but church and meth.

food banks: zero. we have food DRIVES sometimes where people will come from further away and bring free food, but if you’re hungry, there’s nowhere you can go for help - you have to wait for help to come to you.

libraries: we don’t have our own library. we have a branch of the county library that’s physically located in our town. but we share books with the rest of the entire county, so everything is always checked out or at the other branch.

*we technically have a starbucks that’s in the local college campus, but only college students are allowed to be there. they’ll still serve people without a college ID because no one gives a fuck, but you can’t linger and loiter and hang out like you do in a normal starbucks. we also have one in the barnes and noble in greenville, which is about an hour away by car, but again, it’s a mini starbucks that serves a limited menu and none of that weird Starbucks Culture™

here’s a few things i don’t have in my ENTIRE COUNTY:

movie theaters - technically. we have a Historial™ one-screen theater in laurens that shows one movie for two weeks a month after it hits regular theaters and then switches to another, and if you miss it, too bad. this is a VERY recent addition - it wasn’t restores until i was in my 20s as a kid and a teenager i had to ride in a car an hour or more to go to the movies.

target. only commies and yankees have target. down here we do walmart.

malls

arcades

skate parks/skating rinks

bowling

museums

zoos/aquariums

campgrounds

fairs. our county fairground got razed a decade ago because there just werent enough people showing up to justify the expense. so no more fairs. you have to have people to fund things and down here there just aren’t enough people anywhere.

you get the idea. we don’t have entertainment. like i said, nothing to do but church and meth.

CLASSES FOR STUFF: knitting classes, dancing classes, driving classes? nope. gymnastics, karate dojos, golf, knitting groups, books clubs, cooking classes? [GAMESHOW BUZZER]. you can’t even hire a clown for a birthday party out here. we do have a shooting range. ONE. in the entire county. and a race track. and a rather infamous former kkk memorabilia store. they made a movie about that (serious tw for this trailer - they’ve got white hoods, burning crosses, pepper spray, the whole nine), which, yes, takes place in laurens, aka right next door to me. i used to walk by that place all the time when i was playing pokemon go. haven’t seen the movie but the shooting locations in the trailer make laurens look a lot bigger and prettier than it really is in real life - especially the racetrack, which, in the trailer, is actually PAVED. (this is inaccurate to real life.)

EDUCATION: lots of people can’t read. we have two schools for illiterate adults, one religious college, and one branch of one of the state colleges that has a skeleton staff and a fuck ton of computers (you basically just go there to distance learn/e-learn - if you want to take real classes from this college, you have to drive at least an hour.)

support groups/group therapy: almost none. we have al-anon and weight watchers, but that’s about it. there’s only half a dozen therapists in my entire county, and none that operate from my town. mental healthcare down here is bullshit.

on food: we don’t have many sit-down restaurants, where servers bring you your menu and your food. if you don’t count waffle houses, my town has 4. my county has 9. in and out, 5 guys, applebees, ruby tuesday, red lobster, olive garden, panda epxress? forget it. those places were and still are rare treats. i’ve only been to an olive garden twice. red lobster once. whenever i leave my county i BEG for chinese because there’s only two chinese restaurants in our entire county and one of them is crazy expensive and the other one sucks.

we also don’t have the more important stores you need to like, live. if we need to exchange our router at a charter store? yeah, we don’t have one. need to visit the sprint store to get your phone repaired? nuh-uh, we don’t have any phone stores either. my family recently switched to at&t because it was the only company that had a physical location in our county. before that, we had to drive an hour for even the smallest repair.

on a grimer note: we don’t have homeless shelters! homeless in laurens county? too bad for you. we do have homeless PEOPLE. they just have nowhere to go except the churches

hospitals? only kind of. like i said, our county has one, but it’s not equipped to take seriously sick people. when my mom had a heart attack she had to be driven straight to greenwood, which is 45 minutes away if you’re not in an ambulance. they obviously made it faster than that, but still. that was scary. it took them a long time to get here. i had a distant relative of mine die before the ambulance made it because they were SO far out in the sticks, even further than me.

we also don’t have any specialty stores. sporting goods, gamestops, shoe stores, florists, craft stores, bookstores, best buys...forget it. if you can’t buy it at walmart, you just can’t buy it. the exceptions: my TOWN has one jewelry store, two hardware stores, and two auto repair stores. my COUNTY has three clothing stores, none of which are in my town, one place that sells used TVs, and one movie rental place. thrilling, right? i can rent a movie if i drive out of town. (i know streaming killed the rental business, but we also only had two places when i was a kid, if you counted the rental section in the grocery store.)

so, yeah. i know the term “shithole” is really loaded these days, but rural areas are just plain less developed, and often in seriously poor repair because nobody fucking uses them. there USED to be more stuff here - my mom was on a bowling league, and as a kid i had a birthday party at a skating rink - but late stage capitalism and drugs destroyed it all. people ran out of money to do things like skate and bowl and so those places closed. the south is full of empty store fronts and deserted strip malls slowly being eaten by kudzu. my brother got out of this town and whenever he winds up back here (not often) he remarks on how completely and utterly dead everything feels. “my friends who live in greenwood now think they’re all rural,” he said once. “they complain constantly about how remote it is. but they have no idea. they wouldn’t make it five minutes out here.” greenwood has its own movie theater, mall, starbucks, homeless shelter, food bank, and hospital.

so, yeah! if you were wondering what rural white southerners are so fucking mad about, that’s part of it. propaganda and xenophobia and racism has their anger directed ENTIRELY at the wrong people, but it’s hard to argue that the anger itself isn’t just a little bit justified.

difference #5: CULTURE. specifically culture around food, and the culture around the civil war. i could write an entire other essay about the culture of the church being everything because the church IS the only semblance of infrastructure we have and this is why the south is so homophobic, but we’ll skip that for now.

food: this is a quickie, because i sort of touched on it already, but there are like, almost NO vegetarian options here. there’s very limited choices of cuisine. it’s ALL waffle house and soul food. we have a lot of mexican places because we’re physically close to the mexican border, but aside from that, forget finding like indian or thai or japanese or anything like that. no sushi. forget finding a menu that has meals that are halal or kosher. there’s just. no culture here. no variety. you know? like i said, our entire county doesn’t even hit double-digits for proper sit-down restaurants.

civil war: i’m not going to go into the big stuff since i sort of covered it at the top and also this post is getting way too long, but to other white rural southerners there is legitimate baggage around the fact that my mom married a yankee and that i am half-yankee. and he’s not even a real yankee! he was born up north but raised in southern florida. (florida is weird. the further south you go geographically, the less southern you are culturally.) yet: my family makes jokes that are sometimes not jokes about this. when i drop this information in casual conversation people get that look on their faces like: ah, that explains it. it being that i am not religious and don’t laugh at racist jokes and maybe i am queer?? (strangers tend to be unsure about this last part, even when i’m wearing rainbows.) it’s because i’m half-yank! that explains everything! the xenophobia is SO strong here that white people are even xenophobic at OTHER WHITE PEOPLE.

so in conclusion when i say the north is like another country, it’s because the people who raised me think of it like another country. and culturally! it is buck wild! the differences that there are! when i leave this town i feel like i step into fucking star trek! if you are not from the rural south, and you have never been to the rural south, please do not come here! i’ve been to a few different places now and this is definitely my least favorite one.

#personal #i guess #it's ok to rb if you want to though??? tbh i don't think most people will even get to the end lol #anyway here's my college lecture about the south it's not very good or college level actually lmao #this is AIRQUOTE FIELD STUDY AIRQUOTE #the experiences u have as a half-yank white person in the rural south are crazy #bc other white people think you're okay to listen to them say what they REALLY think #and then backtrack rapidly when they realize you aren't #now that i'm grown and woke i can't believe half-yankee is even a thing.#anyway this post brought to you by the maddening realization of how technologically far behind we are #WE DON'T EVEN HAVE THE CREEPY AMAZON VANS #the automated package sending...what i wouldn't give not to have to talk to people to mail stuff #rip. :/

8 notes · View notes

gayreneewalker · 4 years

Text

On Andrew, Neil, and cats

It starts with a rescue

Which is to say, Neil starts leaving scraps out for the stray that keeps coming by

She’s a skinny, matted thing of a cat, with a big scar on her muzzle and fleas and bleary eyes

She starts out very suspicious, which Neil both respects and is frustrated by, because he’s just trying to give her bits of chicken

Eventually she gets more comfortable. It turns out, she purrs like a motor if you scratch her chest

Andrew just watches, but he doesn’t comment and he doesn’t do anything that might scare her

He puts his foot down when she starts trying to get inside, though

“If it is going to be indoors, it is getting a bath. I will not tolerate fleas on the couch.”

Neil agrees, that yeah, they should probably make sure she’s not bringing nasty stuff in with her

So they go to the pet store and buy flea shampoo and worming medicine and food for her

Neil decides he can’t bathe her, not because she scratches but because she starts crying like she’s dying the INSTANT you turn the water on

So Andrew gives her the bath. He does, of course, end up completely soaked

Of course Neil takes photos of this. They range from unimpressed Andrew and cat doing her best victim of tragedy expression to both of them glaring at the camera with the exact same annoyance

Over the next couple weeks of good food and regular brushing, the cat (whom Neil mostly calls “kitty” in a rota of languages, and Andrew calls “it” and “the cat) starts recovering

Neil sends before and after pictures to the foxes groupchat. The first one is an obviously underfed tangle of patchy, dirty fur and suspicious, leaky eyes. The second is a lush, sleeping kitty with clear tabby markings sleeping in a patch of sun.

Ofc everyone flips their shit

“Omfg i cant believe you got a cat!!!! whats its name??”

“Doesnt have one”

“I hereby dub thee King Fluffikins, first of thy line”

“Im p sure its a girl cat but yeah ok”

“oh shit really? nice i didnt think you would agree”

So King becomes King

King is a jerk. She likes to jump on counters and eats from your plate when you aren’t watching it. She absolutely claws and bites the shit out of you while playing and hasn’t clued in that feet are a part of the human body

Neil ADORES her. she is a lap cat when she’s not on crackhead time, and they figure she used to be a pet bc no way a feral cat loves cuddles that much

Andrew pretends to be unaffected, but it becomes normal to see his hands all scratched up from playing with her

She gains a CONSIDERABLE repritoire of nicknames. King, Fluff-butt, You (in increasingly dramatic tones, which Andrew manages to convey with minimal inflection), Bastard, King Jerk of Asshole Mountain, Kitty-Baby, The Tiny Criminal, Brat Cat

She also learns to reply to “Hey!” and will look at you when you say it even if youre on the phone or something

They love her very much. she is a spoilt brat.

Enter Sir

One day they’re just chilling and Matt calls them up

“Hey, my great aunt just died.”

“Um. That sucks?”

“Eh, she was, like, 93. Anyway, my cousin is allergic to cats, but is worried about giving hers to a shelter, and I figured I’d ask if you have room for one more?”

After a brief discussion and some googling about introducing cats they agree to at least try

So they go pick up the cat

His name is Sir Fat Cat McCatterson, and holy shit is it an accurate name

(the first time Neil brings him back from the vet he drops the carrier and announces, “Our cat is over nine kilograms. What the fuck. Twenty-one pounds. How.”)

(The answer is Matt’s great aunt lived alone and fed her only pet five times a day)

(Y i k e s)

Anyway introducing King and this massive shorthair goes surprisingly well since both of them were used to being the only cat

Like once they’re sharing space they fight, but it’s mostly just Sir being large at King and then King hissing and slapping the shit out of him. They also start cuddling and it’s very cute, but also kind of amazing bc Sir is quite literally double King’s size, fluff included

He is REALLY lazy and astoundingly tolerant

Like he doesn’t enjoy cuddles or being picked up, unlike King who will literally cry at you until you lift her and let her sit on your shoulder, but he’s not gonna scratch

Straight up you can use this motherfucker as a pillow and he’ll just lay there and then kinda jog away when you get off if he’s annoyed enough

He NEVER scratches intentionally. He bites sometimes but even then its not painful

He does, however, have strong opinions about feeding schedules

It’s a good thing Neil wakes up so early bc when he’s not there Sir is at the bed at 5:30 AM, Normal Food Time, meowing and gently smacking Andrew in the face until he’s up

The only ways to stop him are 1)food 2)spray bottle 3)disciplinary cuddles

If you can grab him and hug him for like ten seconds he’ll squirm away and leave you alone for at least twenty minutes. Andrew employs this technique when he is feeling lazy. He always ends up COATED in fur.

Actually both of them are coated in fur always. King is pretty dark so it’s fine, but Sir is a blond. RIP to the aesthetic.

Sir also accumulates nicknames over time. Fatso, Chunk-Chunk, Big Chunk, Chunk-a-cus, Lord Large, Lardass, Whiny, Baby (said lovingly by Neil and with EXTREME derision by Andrew), Piggy

Their lives know no peace between the two hooligans

They do love them very much

Both of them treat the cats with their own version of doting. Neil is all fond insults and baby-voice and picking them up to hug them, which King adores and Sir tolerates. Andrew sneaks them treats and lets them have some of his ice cream whenever he eats it, and also just generally makes sure they’re healthy and happy however he can.

He refuses to admit it but he also does baby voice them, less in a change of tone than a change of cadence

Neil thinks its hilarious and refuses to tell him bc then he might stop

Jokes on him Andrew is fully aware and Will Not Stop (unless someone else is around)

The foxes do occasionally get a video of Andrew speaking to one of the cats in a slightly sing-song cadence.

“You’re so fat. Completely obese. Why do we feed you? Yeah, why do we feed you? Big bastard. Lazy, lazy. You don’t even play. Why don’t you play? If I have to work out, you should too.”

“Stop stealing. That’s my ravioli, Brat Cat. No, put it down. You’ll get sick, you can’t digest cheese. No ravioli for you. Here, chicken. What? You’re not going to eat it? Priss.”

More often both of them speak to the cats like people. Andrew has a lot of videos of Neil discussing Exy or mathematics with King, who likes to meow back. Andrew explains the to them the reasoning why they can’t go outside and stuff.

They totally do spoil the shit out of them, too

For all people think it’s Neil, Andrew is AMAZINGLY indulgent. He impulse-buys cat towers and scratching posts and stuff for them like he impulse-buys Neil better outfits. And wet food only. (We can afford it, and it’s better for their hydration, Neil.)

Maybe they get more cats in the future but it starts with King and Sir. Neither of them expected to see themselves doing something as gentle and domestic as owning cats, but they wouldn’t take it back for the world

Not even when King gets stuck on top of the fridge or Sir barfs up a big disgusting hairball in the middle of the hallway

The end

or maybe not lmao they have YEARS of cat ownership in the future

#all for the game #aftg #the foxhole court #andreil #andrew minyard #neil josten #the cats #i did blatantly base sir off my actual cat who is my icon and header #hes so STUPID and i adore him more than life itself. whiny bastard #his name used to be McLovin and then his old owner changed it to biscuit like a basic bitch

5 notes · View notes

chemicalmagecraft · 4 years

Text

Foresight is 20/20 Chapter 3

I gave the girl in front of me a small smile and bowed. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Hinata-chan."

"Hello," she said. "Father said that you protected me from the man who wanted to hurt me."

I nodded. "I did do something like that. I probably would've just ended up captured along with you if it wasn't for Hiashi-san, though."

"Father also said that you're going to be my new brother."

I smiled slightly. "I might have agreed to something like that as well."

She grinned. "Now I have two big brothers."

I tilted my head to the side. "How so?"

"Neji-niisan was already like a big brother to me, even if he's a little mean sometimes. Now I have you too!" She smiled.

I shrugged. "Sure, I guess. So where is Neji-niisan?"

"Right behind you," a young male voice said from take a direction that should be obvious. "You're Kouki, huh?"

I turned around to see the cousin himself. "And you're Neji?"

He looked at me with an appraising eye. "Yes. I heard that you have some interesting jutsu."

"Oh, totally!" I told him, then waved a cat-clawed hand. "I mean, I only have three at the moment, but I'm so going to get more!"

"Show me."

I blinked. "Oh, sure. We just need something that nobody's going to mind if I break. Or cut in half. You got anything like that?"

"Ooh, can I see?" Hinata asked me.

I sighed. "I mean, I still need something I can break, but sure."

We managed to get a decent-sized log that I could cut up so long as I did it with adult supervision.

"Alright," Neji's dad, Hizashi, said to us. "Kouki, be careful. You two stay behind me."

I did some stretches as they got behind him, then channeled the chakra into my nails. "Cat Claws Jutsu," I said, then charged at the log. I sliced it with both hands and admired the eight deep gouges that I had slashed into it. I then jumped back a bit and formed the seal. "Next, Wind Release: Mini Air Slash!" I slashed at it again. Similar scratches were put in the log, but this time from a distance.

"Wow!" Hinata said.

"Impressive," Hizashi agreed.

"But wait, there's more!" I said with some enthusiasm. "Wind Release: Dragon Claws Jutsu!" This time I only used one hand to conserve chakra, but it was still impressive. The downward slash that I used ensured that not only was the log sliced completely through, but I also carved a bit into the ground. "And that's why I'm awesome," I panted as I turned around. It wasn't as bad as before because I hadn't been hemorrhaging chakra thanks to my expensive magical eyes, but I was still drained. Hizashi was nodding, Hinata was beaming with obvious admiration, and Neji gave a look that made me think that he begrudgingly admitted to himself that maybe I'm a little awesome. "Now if you'll excuse me, I really need a nap." I fell backward, making sure to fall properly to not hurt myself, and groaned.

"Are you okay?" Hinata asked.

"I'm fine, I just need a moment," I assured her.

"I thought your reserves were high enough that you wouldn't be that exhausted," Hizashi commented.

"Why would you think that, father?" Neji asked.

"I'm not that tired, I'm just resting because I used some chakra," I said. "Those jutsu are still pretty draining, just not enough that I won't be able to fight someone my size right now. I could still beat up Neji if I wanted to. Him and Hinata at once might be pushing it, though."

"I could beat you easily," Neji scowled.

"You wanna go, Ice Cream?" I taunted.

"If Father will allow it, then I will soundly beat you."

Hizashi sighed. "Fine, just try not to dismember each other." I got up and entered a fighting stance.

"Your form isn't very good," Neji told me.

"And you're going to activate your-" Neji activated his Byakugan. "Oh, there it goes. You do realize that you're wasting chakra, right?" Neji said nothing and got into his Juken stance. "Doesn't that hurt?" I asked. "Your veins are bulging like crazy!"

"No, shut up."

"Start!" Hizashi commanded. I rushed at Neji as he charged at me. He tried to do a palm strike, so I caught his forearm and used it to push myself down and out of the way of his next strike. I swept at his leg, then jumped up and punched at him while he was off-balance. He caught my arm, used it to steady himself, then began hitting my tenketsu. I didn't even bother trying to pull my arm away and instead punched him in the gut. He got the wind knocked out of him and went a few steps back. I decided to take the opportunity to use Mini Air Slash on him. Unfortunately, my hand had gone numb, so I just did my best to make a one-handed sign and tried to use that. The slashes were a little wobbly, but it ended up not mattering too much when he just ducked under them and smacked me in the stomach. That quickly turned into a combo where I took a bunch of thankfully-not-tenketsu-closing strikes all over me. The next thing I knew, I was groaning on the ground again. "You were both good, but ultimately you left yourself open too much, Kouki," Hizashi said. "You also might want to refrain from letting yourself get hit, even if it's to exploit an opening."

I sat up and shook out my numb hand. Some feeling returned to it and I was able to slowly open and close it. I guess being young and inexperienced with Juken means that you can only partially disable someone with tenketsu strikes... "Got it."

"You might also want to not taunt your opponent as much. All you did was make Neji angry."

"Blasphemy! I just need to taunt harder!"

"I... sure, fine. If you want, I could help you with your fighting a bit," he offered. He then looked at Neji and Hinata and said, "You two too."

"Thanks," I said, "That's probably a good idea."

kukukuku~

I looked in the mirror inside my room. I decided that I should probably give you guys a better description of my appearance, especially now that I was part of a ninja clan and apparently encouraged to have my own unique style... despite the fact that ninja are supposed to blend in. My hair was getting long, almost touching my shoulders. I like my hair long, so now that I wasn't in Catholic school I was finally going to let it grow until it got too annoying. My hair was a dark brown color, but if the light hit it just right it looked brighter and almost reddish sometimes. I think the word for it is auburn? Or at the least it was auburn-adjacent probably. It curled up kind of a bit. Not like super curly but still kinda curly, especially at the end. I usually brushed my bangs to the left side of my face, just barely out of my left eye with how long it was at the moment, though they sometimes did fall over my eye. Also I had a few beauty marks around my face that might have actually been freckles.

As for my clothes, I wore a baggy long-sleeved shirt and pants that were basically sweatpants, both dark blue. It was actually really similar to my favorite outfit from real life, though it looked a little nicer on me than before because between all the exercising I'd done and the fact that we didn't really get a lot of food at the orphanage I was... I'll just say a lot fitter than I was in my past life. When not indoors, I wore a pair of comfortable boots instead of the usual sandals. I gave Hiashi an excuse about being leery about wearing open-toed shoes after banging my feet on a lot of things, including more than a few rocks. It wasn't really a lie. At all...

The look was completed by a pair of cool sunglasses resting on top of my head. The idea was that I'd make a habit of actually putting them over my eyes whenever I'd have to "get serious," which didn't have to include activating my Shoraigan but I'd use them to hide my Shoraigan in battle. Plus, my eyes were sensitive enough to light without whatever enhancements are involved in the Shoraigan, so they'd be good when the sunlight's being overly harsh. Thankfully, I was somehow not blinded by reflected light when I tested them out and they didn't show any of the light from my eyes coming out the sides somehow, so when I used my Shoraigan while they were on it just looked like that anime trope of spooky shiny glasses. I think that there might have actually been seals placed on it or something to get that effect. Also! I still had that little bumpy thingy on the top of my left ear! I liked that little bumpy nub thing!

"Kouki-kun!" Hiashi said from outside my room. "We're leaving soon!"

"Coming!" I called out. We were going out to eat at a sushi restaurant to celebrate Hinata's birthday, my adoption, and the fact that I saved Hinata's and/or Hizashi's life. Of course, before we went there, we had to make a quick stop at my insistence. I stepped in the clearing right as a tree fell down. I looked at the multiple cuts in the bark. "I see you're starting to figure it out, Naru-chan. Now never use that jutsu unless someone's trying to kill you."

Naruto ran up to me and hugged me (thankfully after deactivating the death claw jutsu). "Kouki! I missed you, 'ttebayo!"

I licked my lips. "It was only a day, Naru-chan. I was literally only gone for a day." I thought about what that could mean for a second. "Please tell me nobody was bullying you again."

He released me and put his hands behind his head. "Nah, it was just boring. Why are you back so soon?"

"Well it turns out that getting adopted by a rich guy has its perks." I smirked. "Wanna get rich people food for free and probably have a respected jonin and clan head yell at anyone who's rude to you?"

"I hope that that isn't all you think of me," Hiashi said from behind me, Hinata hiding behind him.

"Nyahahaha~!" I laughed. "Of course not! You're also free housing and jutsu lessons." He narrowed his eyes at me. "Fine. Also a wonderful father," I faux-reluctantly added. I then brought Naruto over to Hinata. "Naru-chan, this is Hina-chan. Hina-chan, Naru-chan," I introduced the two to each other. "I hope you make friends, you'll be seeing a lot of each other. Tsesesese~!" Yes I have a second, weirder weird laugh. Shut up.

"Whaddya mean?" he asked, looking a little suspicious.

"She's my new sister and you're literally my only friend," I said. "Now why don't we go get rich people food? I'm starting to get a little hungry."

"Rich people food, 'ttebayo!" Naruto yelled with glee. I smiled.

"R-rich people food..." Hinata muttered, which made me chuckle softly.

Hiashi just sighed. "Yes, rich people food. Please behave yourselves when we get there, though." With that, we left for the restaurant.

kukukuku~

I snickered as I looked at the boy sitting on my right. Naruto had a really confused look on his face and I really couldn't blame him. Didn't mean I wasn't internally howling with laughter, though. He looked at my new father and his wife, now sitting across the table from him at the restaurant. He then looked at my new uncle and his wife, sitting next to Hiashi and... apparently my mom's name was Hikari. By the way, for those of you who don't know what Hikari looks like due to her appearing in the Naruto anime literally once and only in a photo, she looks like an older Hinata but without the Byakugan. She gave Naruto a warm, kind smile, which was the only expression I'd ever seen on her face ever. Hizashi's wife, Hikaru, did the same. Hiashi and Hizashi were just barely containing their laughter, and even Neji, who I could see on my left even with Hinata between us, had a small grin. Naruto leaned over to me and whispered, "Kouki, I think your parents are ninja. They're using clones." With that, everyone but Naruto burst out into either laughter or small giggling (Neji was giggling and it was hilarious).

"We're not clones, Naruto-kun," Hikaru said. "I'm Kouki-kun's aunt." She gestured at Hikari. "My twin sister married Kouki's father. I, myself, married his twin brother."

Naruto furrowed his brow. "So you," he pointed at Hikaru," and you," he pointed at Hikari, "are twins, which is why you look so similar. And you married two people who are also twins and also identical."

"Yes, that's right, Naruto-kun," Hikaru warmly smiled at him.

"Neji-chan and Hina-chan might as well be brother and sister," I commented with a little laugh.

A waiter cleared his throat. "May I get you anything to drink?" he asked.

"A green tea for me and my wife," Hiashi and Hizashi immediately responded. They looked at each other for a second, then grinned.

"Tea for me as well," Neji told him.

"U-uh, can I have some apple juice, please," Hinata asked.

"Juice too," I said. The waiter nodded and started to leave.

"Hey, you didn't take my order, 'ttebayo!" Naruto yelled. The waiter scoffed and continued to walk away.

"Excuse me," Hiashi said as he stood up. "You forgot to get Naruto-kun's order.

"Why that riffraff is with you, I could never tell," he haughtily said. Hiashi glared at him. "Fine, fine. What do you want, boy?"

Naruto flinched a little, then said, "A-apple juice, please." I growled at the waiter, which sounded a bit deeper than I thought it would. For some reason, that made him flinch. He hurried off, apologizing.

Hizashi blinked. "Apparently your irises turn red when you get angry, Kouki-kun. That's... odd."

"Really?" I asked, then licked my lips creepily. "That is weird. Not bad, just... weird." As we were waiting for our drinks, we looked through the menu. "What am I allowed to get?" I asked.

"You can get anything you want," Hiashi told me. "Though I would advise ordering less than Hinata. Same for you, Naruto-kun."

"Why less than Hinata-chan?" Naruto asked. Just then, a waitress came up to our table with our drinks.

"We're so sorry about the previous waiter," she told us. "He was... uh..." She looked at Naruto. "He was... greatly affected by the death of his wife three years ago. Still, he should never have acted that way to any guest of yours. "

"If you wish to apologize, do it to Naruto-kun," Hiashi said.

"So sorry," she told Naruto, then gave him his drink. "After your meal, we will be giving you a free dessert, on the house." She gave the rest of us our drinks. "What would you like to eat?" she asked us. It was at that point that Naruto's question was answered. Hinata ordered three dishes of sushi for herself. which was a lot. Even the adults only had one.

After we had all finished ordering our sushi, I said, "See, Naru-chan? Father stood up for you and you got free food. Did I keep my promise or what?" Naruto chuckled a little. After a little while and some small talk and chopstick-using lessons for me and Naruto (I already knew, but it'd have looked suspicious if I said that seeing as Naruto didn't), our food arrived. I will say this: Konohagakure sushi is way better than Walgreen's sushi. When in my sushi-induced rapture, I was vaguely aware of Hiashi asking me if I liked it, and then my head lazily bobbing up and down. Also, while I might have just been hallucinating in my sushi haze, I thought I saw sparkles. Unfortunately, though, all good things must come to an end. In this case, that end was that when I started chewing on one of my pieces of sushi, I felt a burning feeling and awful taste on my tongue. I gagged as I felt myself start to feel a little like puking, then swallowed the sushi. I looked down at my plate and saw that the sushi that I'd eaten was right next to the wasabi. I glared at the wasabi.

Hikari chuckled. "That's wasabi, Kouki-kun. It's fine if you don't like it." She gave Hiashi an amused look, and he rolled his eyes.

"I gag on sushi with wasabi on it one time and I never live it down," he muttered, though he sounded more amused than annoyed.

"I don't like wasabi," I confirmed. Wasabi is horrible. Truly the worst thing. "It tastes weird." I noticed that my last piece of sushi was also touching wasabi. "Does anyone here who likes wasabi wanna trade with me?" I asked. Hinata immediately placed one of her sushi on my plate and took the tainted sushi with her chopsticks. I looked over to her plates and noticed that she was somehow almost done with her sushi. "Uhh-" I started to say.

"No, we don't know how Hinata-chan eats that much," Hiashi preempted, which made Hinata blush slightly. "All we know is that she somehow can without it being unhealthy."

I nodded. I remembered jokes in the anime about Hinata eating a LOT, so that made sense, I guess. "Okay..."

We continued to make small talk until the waitress came back. "Would any of you like dessert?" she asked. "Keep in mind that Uzumaki-san's dessert will be on the house."

Naruto looked at the dessert menu and immediately said, "Dorayaki," which was the first thing on the menu. I looked at Hiashi with my special Puppy Dog Eyes(TM).

"This is a celebration for your adoption and Hinata-chan's birthday," Hiashi told me. "Don't worry about it, you can get a dessert."

"Chocolate-strawberry crepe, please," I said.

"C-could I have the cinnamon bun?" Hinata asked. Cinnamon bun for the cinnamon bun. Got it. Hiashi nodded.

"If it is fine for me to get a dessert as well, then I would like to try the coffee jelly," Neji added stiffly. The waitress left with our orders.

Hiashi cleared his throat. "I'd like to say something. Hizashi and Neji-kun, I want to apologize to you two for the fact that the two of you have been given the Caged Bird Seal."

"But it was tradition," Hizashi said, "and we were children when I was given my seal."

"I was still the cause of you getting your seal. And as for Neji-kun, I allowed it. It has come to my attention recently that the Caged Bird Seal is an imperfect means of protecting our bloodline and causes more grief than it does peace. Because of that, I, as the head of the Hyuuga clan, would like to apologize to the two of you." He bowed his head. "I shall do my best to... make things better for the branch house in the future."

"Thank you, for that," Hizashi said. "I apologize for the attitude that I used to have towards you."

Hiashi shook his head. "It was perfectly understandable, there is no reason to apologize."

Naruto leaned over to me again. "So do you know what's going on here? Because I'm totally lost, 'ttebayo."

"Don't worry about it," I told him. "It's a Hyuuga thing."

"Your desserts are here," the waitress said as she arrived with... well... I really shouldn't have to say. She handed us our desserts. I inspected mine. A crepe with whipped cream, chocolate, and strawberries in it. It certainly looked and smelled delicious. I took a bite.

I really, really like sweets, especially chocolate.

"That... was beautiful," I said, on the verge of tears. I blinked, and my eyes felt really irritated. "Was I... crying?"

"How were you sparkling like that?" Neji asked, bewildered.

I thought about that for a second, then shrugged and made that "I don't know" noise. I took another bite of my crepe. It was freaking amazing. "This is probably the most delicious thing I've ever had."

"Mine's pretty good too," Hinata muttered.

"I'm glad you like it," Hikari said. "It's certainly nice to see you happy, considering where you were. How is yours, Naruto-chan?"

"It's great, 'ttebayo!" he exclaimed. "I haven't had dessert before, and this stuff is so good!"

I smiled slightly. "It's good to see you having fun, Naru-chan," I said.

kukukuku~

I stared at the grey-haired... teenager (I think he was a teen at that time?) before me. "Hatake Kakashi," I said.

"That's me, kid," he confirmed. "I owe your father one, so he told me to teach you some ninjutsu. He told me what you can do already, so don't worry about that."

I nodded. "What first?"

"Seeing as you can already do the tree-climbing and water-walking jutsu, I think I should teach you the academy three, then see where we go from there. The academy three are three jutsu taught in the academy, as you might be able to guess. First, the clone jutsu. It lets you create a construct made of your chakra that looks and acts exactly like you. While it can't use jutsu and is destroyed the moment it touches something, it's a lot more useful than people give it credit, given the fact that it can be used as a distraction. These are the hand seals needed to use it." He demonstrated. "And then you push out some chakra to create the clone."

There was a small pop and a second Kakashi appeared next to him.

"It should just come out naturally when you use the seals, but you need to get the amount down right or the clone will look off. Now you try." I licked my lips and shakily made the seals, sticking my tongue out slightly in concentration. I actually found it a little awkward to switch between the complex hand positions, but I was able to do it. I used what felt like an appropriate amount of chakra, but my clone ended up looking a little sick once the smoke cleared. Kakashi did that weird thing where you can tell he's smiling even though his mouth is covered. "That's actually really good for a first-timer. Your hand seals need some work, but that's nothing to be too worried about. Now, let's move on to the next jutsu."

I smiled slightly. I just used a proper, hand seal-using jutsu.

kukukuku~

It was the evening, after Kakashi finished teaching me the academy three and making sure I could use them decently. "The thing that he needs to work on the most is his hand seals," Kakashi told Hiashi. "His chakra reserves are very good for someone of his age and he has decent control. He might be ready to begin proper elemental training sometime within the next year if he gets his reserves up a bit more."

"Good. Thank you for this, Kakashi-san," Hiashi said.

"Don't mention it. Now, is there anything else I should teach him?"

"If you could see about get him started on genjutsu, too, that would be good."

I focused on something else, and my vision shifted. I saw the Council of the Five Kage, Danzō's death, Naruto's internal talk with Kushina (somehow), Naruto taking the Kyuubi's chakra, and parts of the Fourth Shinobi War, fading out around when Naruto fought the reanimated Nagato with zombie Itachi.

"So that's everything that writer me has seen since I got here," I muttered. I deactivated my eyes and then opened them, taking in the sight of my empty room once more. There wasn't much there yet, just the mirror that I'd used earlier, a bookshelf, a dresser, and my bed. The bed, which I was sitting on at the moment, was really comfortable, which was nice. The sheets and pillows were also really soft, which is why I was currently rubbing my face in them. There was an equally soft plush cat sitting right next to me, which I had only had to accidentally look at Hikari with Puppy Dog Eyes(TM) for about a second after seeing it in the shop before she caved and bought it for me.

I chuckled, then sat up. "It's kind of funny how I've already gotten rid of one of Kabuto's minions without even meaning to or knowing about, huh Fluffy-san?" Yes, I named the cat Fluffy-san. He was fluffy. Though he actually reminded me of Kyubey (from Madoka Magica, not Naruto's stomach). "Heck, I might have gotten rid of two, if that one guy was also one of the Edo Tensei zombies. Maybe I should start doing something about the rest... What do you think, Fluffy-san?"

I grabbed Fluffy-san's head and made it bob up and down while saying, "EAT THEIR SOULS!" so that it sounded like Fluffy-san said it. For some reason, my voice sounded really demonic when I did that, even to me.

"That's what you always say," I told him.

"Edo Tensei needs their souls, nya," Fluffy-san 'said.'

"True, but how am I going to eat their souls? I'm pretty sure those things give me indigestion."

"That sounds like a 'you' problem, nya."

I frowned at him. "You're kind of a jerk, Fluffy-san."

"That also sounds like a 'you' problem, nya."

I was actually really having fun with this. I fake-pouted. "Fiiiiine, I guess I'll just write down all the stuff I know and show it to Sarutobi..." I was about to get up to get the journal on my dresser that Hiashi had gotten me for my secret advisor duties, then stopped. "I've been meaning to do this... Hopefully I'm right about it." I placed my two index fingers together, then flowed a small amount of chakra through them. I bonded the two streams together, then pulled my fingers apart, making the chakra thin out until it was a barely-visible thread of chakra. I examined how it felt, then let it go. If tiny Sasori could do it, then I was confident tiny me could. I made a few attempts at it that didn't work quite right before finally recreating it without the weird pull-apart thing, plus it was basically invisible now. I licked my lips. "Sweet." I tested out my new puppetry powers on Fluffy-san. It took me a few tries to stick it in him, but I got it eventually and it was great.

"Didn't someone else do that first, nya?" I had him ask me.

"Yeah, but it's a power with so many uses and Suna just uses it for puppets. Puppets and literally nothing else. It's such a waste of a cool power and there are only two times that I know of that someone did something else with it that wasn't puppetry, and one of them used it to enhance her puppet-fighting! Now stop guilting me."

"You do realize that I'm literally just a puppet, right, nya?"

I gasped. "Oh no! I'm succumbing to Sunagakure Puppet Syndrome! I must use my new jutsu for something other than playing with killer dolls!" I shot chakra threads at the book, then reeled it in. "Yoink!" I said as I grabbed it.

"Why are you like this?" Neji asked me.

"NYAH!" I jumped so hard I almost fell off my bed. "Neji! How long have you been here?"

He rolled his eyes. "When you started trying to pick up your toy."

"My name is Fluffy-san, nya."

"What?"

"His name is Fluffy-san," I said as if he was the weird one. "Nya."

He gave me a bewildered look, before sighing and giving up. "You know what, nevermind. Hiashi-sama wanted me to check up on you."

I gave him a thumbs-up. "I'm fine, how about you?"

"I'm doing well. Thank you for asking. I'm going to go to bed now. Good night."

"Good night!"

kukukuku~

A/N: For those of you who are curious, the bumpy ear nub thing mentioned earlier is called a Darwin's tubercle.

#fanfiction #naruto fanfiction #naruto #Foresight is 20/20 #F20 CH3

1 note · View note

cat-vase · 5 years

Text

Tim has DID 2.0

This is a better version of this post

Before I start I want to say that I do not have DID!! However! I try to do my research and I do not want to promote stereotypes/misinformation about DID! But!! If I say something that’s otherwise wrong or offensive please please PLEASE tell me!!!! I will fix it!!!

There would be fictives because they’re incredibly valid but I don’t watch many things, so... I can’t do that. I’m so scared about posting this, the only reason it’s under a cut is because it’s long, tell me if I need to add any warnings or anything because I’m kind of blind to that sort of stuff, okay here it goes!

I don’t think they would have a system name because they don’t feel the need for one and they have awful communication (they only communicate through notebooks. Any progress they made was wiped out due to Marble Hornets happening), but it would be The Crescendo System if they did because music is important to them!

Timothy (Tim/(Patient)1621/MDCXXI):

The core and a host!

Is the same age as and looks like the body

Sad lumberjack aesthetic

Has DID (obviously), Schizophrenia, Insomnia, Depression, and PTSD

Used to have Trichotillomania as a kid but has since gotten over it, he still tugs at his hair a lot though

Majored in music in college! He likes string instruments the best!

Is the main alter who went through Marble Hornets

Is very good at hiding things

Panics at loud/unexpected noises

Forgets to take care of himself a lot (either that or he doesn’t care enough to)

Scared of the dark

Counting calms him down, he likes routine

Gay, in love with, and in a relationship with Brian!

Has a cat! Her name is Quark! She’s a brown Maine Coon!

Knows Latin due to learning it in Jemison Center (the mental hospital he was in as a kid)

He’s trying his best, but his best isn’t enough apparently :(

Arcane (Ark/Masky/MDCXXI):

Used to be a host, but isn’t anymore due to being negatively affected by The Operator

Has always been a protector, but now goes to the extreme and attacks anyone he sees as a threat (which is almost everyone)

Static eyes!!

Likes his face to be covered, hence the mask and Tim covering his face whenever he gets nervous/scared

The tan jacket is a comfort object for him

Also went through Marble Hornets. Even though he wasn’t fronting for the majority of it, he was affected the most by it (which is why he doesn’t speak much anymore and is so violent, hence being repressed now and force fronting a lot)

Gives off a very angry, feral forest cryptid/animal energy

Used to be a couple years older than Tim, but now doesn’t seem to have an age (ageless)

Oliver (Oli/Ollie/Olly):

A little (around 7) and a memory holder!

Is the only alter that remembers positive things Janet Wright (their mom) did

His favorite colors are green and orange, but he will throw up if you give him an actual orange (the fruit). He’s not allergic, the smell is just… bad

His actual favorite fruit is strawberries!

Very extroverted! Loves meeting new people! Incredibly optimistic and only sees the good in people!

Tries his best to be nice and please people, but this leads to him getting frustrated a lot whenever people don’t get what he’s doing

Hoards stuffed animals!

Scribbles on the walls a lot

Overalls and sweaters are comfy!! He also has glasses

Scared of thunderstorms (not just because of the loud thunder, but because of the lightning too)

Also scared of the dark

Hush:

A teenager, probably around 13

Another protector

His name is incredibly ironic because all he does is yell at and fight back against authority (unless he’s brooding because silence is nice sometimes but the world is still awful)

Can and will throw down and stab you if you yell at him

Would rather die than take their prescription medication

Lowkey an alcoholic and smokes because Tim does (bad influence!)

Very sneaky! He’s able to steal things incredibly easily and never gets caught!

Likes fire a little too much

Likes to climb and carve things into trees

Knows Latin like Tim does!

Likes to write down everything in journals he hides in the ceiling

Has a passion for music/instruments like Tim does

Is able to survive alone in the middle of the woods (and has before)

Would probably own a black leather jacket and chains if they weren’t poor

Went dormant after they got into college, but came back after Marble Hornets (once they were in the mansion). Knows absolutely nothing about what happened during that time

K.M.:

A persecutor, and possibly an introject of their abuser (Lee)

Doesn’t care enough to give his age, but is an adult

If it wasn’t Tim or generally being reckless, it was him who caused a scar

100% an alcoholic, and it’s incredibly bad due to the fact that they shouldn’t drink because they’re on a bunch of prescription medication

Will flirt with anyone (hypersexual)

Reckless, chaotic, self-destructive. That’s… about it

Samantha:

Cis girl (she/her) and a caretaker!

Same age as Tim, probably

Very motherly to other people

Has wavy, long, brown hair

She likes to play the piano and likes photography!

Exudes a very calming/soothing aura

Her favorite season is fall because of the pretty leaves and the steady rainfall and how it slowly starts to get dark out earlier

Loves Tim’s cat!

Favorite colors are pink and light blue

Has an interest in witchcraft/the Wiccan religion

When their nails are painted (besides black), it’s a clear sign she fronted

Likes to be outside and get flowers for indoors!

Tries to organize their living space when she fronts, and also tries to help with anything they need to do (take medication, take a shower, eat, clean or bandage any wounds)

Did front during Marble Hornets a bit. Mainly in the hotels whenever things were especially rough. She tried to make things a little bit better, even if she didn’t actually know who the man in the room with her (Jay) was

Latet:

Agender (they/them), ageless, no one knew they existed until now

Their name means “lurks” in Latin

They found out Latet existed due to camera footage in the mansion (they stared into the camera for hours with emotionless eyes, not speaking and writing down codes, before turning it off)

Likes their face to be covered with masks. Preferably black ones, but occasionally steals Ark’s and Ann’s

Unknown if they are mute, or just don’t choose to speak/hasn’t spoken yet

Unknown if they are the one who appeared in the ToTheArk footage instead of it being Ark

Eli (Bug):

Another little! Around 8 or 9!

Likes to be called Bug as well as his real name Eli because he likes the outdoors and mud and trees and gross insects

Will be found more outdoors than in

Has definitely tried to eat things he’s not supposed to (dead animals or just… things that are inedible like crayons)

Likes to be around people too, but less so than Oli

Rain boots, maybe a raincoat, and… probably overalls like Eli too, honestly, just a lot dirtier

Likes to learn about animals!! The more slimy and dangerous the better!! Weird, freaky, smelly plants are ok too!

Does not listen when people tell him to do things, and will throw a fit if he’s not allowed to do something he wants to do

Emily (Em):

Demigirl/nonbinary (she/they), a teenager (around 16)

Punk/scene, probably wears a jean jacket and definitely has a neon green pixie cut

Lots of bracelets!! Maybe Kandi ones?

Rebellious/doesn’t care, yet at the same time is productive?

More accurate description: is productive when she wants to be

Because she does want to help! I swear! But other times it’s just… too much work. No. She’s not doing that.

Follows her own agenda, which is either apathy or slightly chaotic, but hey, she’s more productive than almost everyone else, give her credit where credit is due

Also kind of likes to play with fire

Black nail polish is a clear sign she fronted

#marble hornets #Timothy Wright #MH Masky #.arcane #.oliver #.hush #.k.m.#.samantha #.latet #headcanons #headcanon #AU #unnamed au #.eli #.emily

29 notes · View notes

mercutial · 5 years

Text

A More Wholesome Take on Victor Vallakovich

Hey guys! I hadn't found any deeper interpretations that made Victor out to be particularly wholesome, so here's the version I'm using in my campaign.

I've read u/guildsbounty's post on Victor, and while I love it because it fits in so well with the gothic horror themes, my party had already become friendly with Victor and he had already been established as a mild-mannered guy who didn't really have an aversion to people in general, mostly just timidity.

I've borrowed elements from u/MandyMod's fleshed out version of the Vallakovich household - the parts about Vargas and Lydia neglecting Victor emotionally for pretty much his entire life.

Background

Vargas has avoided contact with Victor out of fear of being abusive like his own father was to him, and Lydia is no more than a brainwashed peanut. They don’t really bother socializing him with people outside of the household either... so Victor has been deprived of healthy human relationships. To pass the time, he read all of the books in his father’s library, which were mostly old histories and a few on philosophy, passed down from his great-grandfather.

Cats

In lieu of human relationships, Victor has always loved cats. Cats are the closest thing he's had to companionship. He understands their need for space, their fickleness, and he loves it when he can finally earn their affection.

His first cat he found as a stray kitten and named it Twinkle, because as a child he read a book that talked about stars in the night sky, and how they “twinkled”. Being a Barovian, he had never seen a clear night sky before. So he named his cat after the sight he wished he could see, out in the free and open world beyond the mists.

However, Twinkle met an untimely end. (You can decide whether this is caused by the Wachter boys, either accidentally or intentionally, or if Twinkle was killed by an accident or rabid dog or something.) Victor was devastated. He refused to bury Twinkle, keeping the cat’s decaying body in a chest in his room until a maid noticed the smell and freaked out, prompting his parents to make him bury Twinkle in the garden. Later he went and dug up the grave in secret and took the body back to the attic. He never buried it, even after the body rotted away, leaving only the skeleton, which he kept hidden in an old toy chest.

He had read in a book somewhere of a mage who had been able to raise animals and people from the dead. Surely that was possible? Some of the travelers who came through Vallaki from were capable of magic. Driven by the promise of possibilities, he acquired spellbooks and books about magery, scouring them for knowledge. His two focuses: magic to raise the dead, and teleportation out of Barovia.

Magic

Eventually through numerous trials and errors, he figured out how to perform simple raisings. Despite the fact that Twinkle was now a mere skeleton, when Victor attempted to raise Twinkle, it was an undeniable success. The little feline skeleton picked itself up off the ground, turned to face him, and rubbed up against his leg just as it had always done. He was overjoyed.

His teleportation experiments weren’t so successful, however. The incomplete diagrams that he had acquired were not enough for him to complete a working teleportation circle. No matter what he did, the countless circles he drew in chalk, in ashes, in blood all remained inert.

Stella

Around a year and a half before the campaign started, Lady Wachter began to push her agenda of attempting to wed Stella to Victor, likely due to her husband’s recent death. Victor and Stella had met a few times in the past, but neither had really been made to interact. But now Lady Wachter began bringing Stella over for tea, “accidentally” bumping into Victor the few times he was out and about, and insisting that she and the Vallakoviches leave the two alone to talk on their own.

At first, Victor was resistant to the forced interactions. He had always been shy around people, and occasionally mocked or at least stared at, and so always tried to limit his time with other people as much as possible. But for whatever reason, Stella seemed to take a genuine interest in him. She was a cheerful and polite person, and her well-mannered inquiries into Victor’s daily life and activities grew on him over time. When eventually asked about why he spent so much time indoors in the attic, he dropped his hedging and timidly hinted at his “experiments”.

To his surprise, she wasn’t put off. In fact, when he admitted that he wanted to find a way to cross the mists, Stella’s eyes grew wide in fascination. Uncharacteristically, she immediately began bombarding him with more questions about what he was doing, how he was doing it, what he had tried. Flustered, he offered to show her.

And so the two of them began to work together on the experiments in earnest. After swearing her to secrecy, Victor brought Stella up to speed on everything he had found – not difficult as she proved to be a quick learner. Lady Wachter and the Vallakoviches were curious at first as to why their children were spending so much time together, but the Vallakoviches quickly lost interest, and Fiona decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth. Soon it felt to Victor as if progress had more than doubled; Stella’s fresh inquiries and perspective revealed a couple of the faulty assumptions that Victor had subconsciously incorporated into his calculations.

Then at last, a breakthrough! One day, one of their circles came to life and zapped a test mouse away. However, Victor and Stella soon realized there was still some kind of issue with the circle. The various inanimate objects and mice that they zapped through only came back in pieces, and even then only occasionally came back at all.

The two didn’t give up, however. At this point, several months into their pursuit, they were not only energized by their recent successes, but had also grown close. Perhaps, Victor hoped, as real friends… or perhaps even something more?

He had never really felt this close to anyone before – not his parents, not the servants, and certainly not the other townspeople. In contrast he found himself actually wanting to see Stella again, looking forward to hearing her lively voice, seeing her bright smile at the front door. He had always suspected that the love spoken of in his history books and novels might have a basis in reality, but he had never really felt it to be true until now. His parents’ loveless mess of a marriage, built upon the farce of a happy town they had created, had never come close to the ideal. But what he felt when he saw Stella… perhaps that was what the books meant. And perhaps the shining looks she gave him, the smiles and knowing winks they traded in their parents’ presence, the little inside jokes they had started to develop… perhaps that meant she felt the same way.

They had also begun to open up about things other than their experiments. He learned what she thought of her family – her concerns about her mother, her loving but somewhat antagonistic relationship with her jokester brothers. And he poured out his heart about his parents – how he wondered, after all he’d read in his books, whether something could have been different between him and them.

At one point they made several modifications to their most recent iteration of the teleportation circle. They were no longer receiving body parts of unfortunate mice and rats in return, but they were also fairly certain that the bodies weren’t being vaporized. Perhaps, perhaps they were really sending them elsewhere? But there was no good way to tell. Unless…

The Accident

Stella offered to send herself through the circle. Victor objected vehemently. Hadn’t she seen what happened to some of the things they sent through? It was their first full-scale argument, and it ended in tears and Stella storming back to her house.

Later that night, Victor was awakened by a sound on the stairs. He made it quietly to the door just in time to see someone slipping into the attic. Following, he discovered the intruder was Stella – activating the teleportation circle and stepping into it.

It all happened so quickly. One moment Stella was setting foot into the circle, the next thing Victor saw a blur of fur and realized one of his cats had darted into it as well… and then a flash of light blinded him.

In hindsight, it was lucky that Stella hadn’t been shredded to pieces, sent far away, or ended up with cat-like features or fur. But her mental state was just about as impossible to explain, and Victor was in no state to explain it. Lady Wachter was furious. She immediately took Stella home and locked her away while threatening the Vallakoviches with all manner of consequences she could safely threaten, and all Victor could do was watch miserably, numbly, in utter shame. Couldn’t he have stopped her if he’d just been a little faster? If he hadn’t lingered on the stairs? He should have known, he should have kept the attic door locked. In fact, he never should have introduced her to magic.

Victor had always been reclusive, but after the incident, he often shut himself away for days on end. Tray after tray of uneaten food sat by his door.

Eventually he went back to his attic and his books, but with a new objective in mind: restoring Stella Wachter.

During the Campaign

Stella is the only person who has ever shown that she truly likes Victor. He would feel numb about his parents dying, but if Stella died, he would probably lose all will to live. So she’s basically all he has left. If the party befriends him, he’ll likely ask them to help him find a scroll of Greater Restoration and/or someone who can cast it on Stella (e.g. Rictavio.)

However, even if the party manages to free Stella and find a scroll/caster, Victor will be nervous about restoring her to sanity. He’s afraid that she’ll be angry and blame him for her condition, and she’ll end up hating him… like everyone else in his life. To that end, he’s unsure if he should have someone perform a Greater Restoration on her at all.

And the way Stella is now (if she’s freed and gets to spend time with Victor), at least she’s very affectionate with him. She likes him a lot and wants to be with him all the time. If her sanity was restored, would she still feel that way? He doubts that. Why would anyone like him so much anyway?

Somewhere in the pit of his heart he feels that her former affection towards him was a fluke, or worse, fake. He knows that keeping her from being restored is selfish, but he also justifies it by arguing that it’s far crueler to force someone to understand the bleak world than it is to have them live in blissful ignorance. He feels that she’s probably happier being the way she is now. He feels like he would be.

–––––

So that’s it! Hope this was an interesting take on Victor and gives you a few ideas for how to run him in your campaigns. In mine, it led to an interesting (though a little frustrating) roleplaying scenario between Victor and the party when he started getting cold feet about using Greater Restoration on Stella. Let me know if there’s anything you want me to expand on!

#curse of strahd #victor vallakovich #cos #dnd #dnd 5e homebrew

32 notes · View notes

writersmacchiato · 5 years

Text

Friday {artist au} - [Ponyboy Curtis x Reader]

based on this

* this is a modern au and ponyboy is aged up

You caught his attention, not because of your looks — you were pretty though — it was the yellow knit sweater that you wore. It was very similar to the one that he was currently wearing but yours had a small enamel pin on the right. He couldn’t make out what it was from across the classroom.

You’d only just transferred to his school, two weeks into the new school year and he was intrigued by you. It wasn’t often they got transfers from out of state and there was quite the buzz about you. If you knew, you didn’t show it and mostly kept to yourself.

“I like your sweater,” he almost choked on his spit when he realized that you, you, were talking to him.

“Thanks, I got it from Goodwill,” he didn’t stumble over his words, but why did he tell you that?

“Oh hey, I got mine from Goodwill too.” You smile at him and sit at his table, “is it okay if I sit over here? Table three is annoying and too crowded.”

“Yeah, I don’t mind,” Ponyboy couldn’t believe his luck. The mysterious new student was sitting with him and complimenting him.

It was silent after you thanked him - it was just a planning day in the studio so it was mostly quiet except for the classical music that played over the speakers and the before mentioned table three gossiping. Ponyboy didn’t really know what to do for this project. It they had to do was plan out a design for a pot but it couldn’t be a simple pot.

“What are you doing for your bowl?” He asked you, after erasing yet another design.

“Hm,” you lifted your head out of your sketchbook, “oh, I have no idea.”

“Then what have you been drawing?” You’d been hunched over and the soft scratching from your pencil had filled the silence at the table.

You flipped around your sketchbook and Ponyboy saw that you were drawing a sunflower. A very detailed sunflower.

“The shading on that is really good, wow,” Ponyboy was genuinely surprised. It seemed as if you had an eye for fine details.

“Thanks,” you shrug, “I don’t really like it, though.”

“Maybe that can be your bowl design?” He suggested, pleased with how your face lit up.

“That’s a great idea! Thank you, Pony,” you said with a warm smile.

Your eyes meet across the table and it lingers, before he glances away.

“You should design a cat for your vase,” you offer with a small laugh.

“Why?” He wasn’t opposed to it and frankly had no ideas.

“Who doesn’t love cats?” You raise your eyebrows at him, “although, I bet you have a dog.”

“I do,” Ponyboy chuckles at the look on your face, “but I wouldn’t mind designing a cat. Like one of those really tall and skinny cats that seem all elegant.”

Your eyes shine, “that’s exactly what I had in mind.”

————

He didn’t see you for the rest of the day. It turned out that Ceramics was the only class you shared together.

You texted him throughout the day, blatantly ignoring the no cell phone policy, and each time his phone vibrated he smiled when he saw your name come up. He answered the questions you occasionally asked, but for the most part, you just talked to him. Maybe you were just lonely and only talking to him because he was the first friend you made at a new school, but he couldn’t help but feel flattered. You had a cute smile, nice eyes, your hair was pretty. Ponyboy thought you were beautiful.

Lunch came up and Ponyboy waited by the entrance. His eyes scanned the crowd for any sight of you and almost drops his notebook when someone tap his shoulder from behind.

“Jesus!” He exclaims, turning around with half the mind to punch whoever it was. Instead, he’s faced with your sheepish face.

“Nope, not him.” You say, biting back a smile.

“Real funny,” he scoffs, but he’s smiling.

“So, how do the art kids spend their lunch?”

“Well that depends...”

“On what?”

“Whether you smoke.”

“Well I don’t. What are my options?”

Ponyboy pretends to think about it, “well...you could hang out on the bleachers like I do, or eat in the art rooms. Mrs. Lou doesn’t mind.”

“Bleachers?”

You pull out a wrapped sandwich, “lead the way, Ponyboy.”

——

Weeks fly by and summer has officially gone. Trees that were once a vibrant green are curling with yellow and red, fluttering to the ground one-by-one. The wind that was once a comforting breeze against the scorching sun is now a bitter assailant in the streets. It marked an end to your lunches outside with Ponyboy. Only after shaking from the cold for an entire afternoon, even indoors, did you and Ponyboy decide to move lunch inside. It turned out that he knew a lot of spots in school, ones that weren’t frequented.

The auditorium was always empty, unless a school production was being put on or used for a class. During lunch, though, it was always empty. There was something about being in there. The dim lighting, collected dust, the feeling that you shouldn’t be in there - it was your favorite spot in school.

Ponyboy was laying sprawled out across the stage, his piece of the sandwich you brought and shared next to him, his sketchbook in front of him. You watched as he sketched a sunset that he had described to you earlier. The sight was much more interesting than the geometry homework you were attempting to do.

“Hey, Pony,” you say, interrupting the flow he was in.

“Yeah?”

“Wanna hang out after school?”

He stops mid-sketch, his hand frozen over the paper. “Uh, you wanna hang out with me? Outside of school?”

“We’re friends,” you say, concealing your laugh at his shocked face. “I want to hang out with you. If you’re cool with it?”

“Yeah, that’s cool.” He tries to hide his blush.

Why did he have to be so awkward around you?

—

Ponyboy was pretty sure his heart was going to beat out of his chest. It had been beating extremely fast at your invite of hang-out. He stumbles into the DX, hoping that Sodapop was a break.

“Soda,” he calls out to his brother.

Sodapop walks past the counter, messing up his hair. “Hey, little brother. Whata doing here?”

“Remember that girl I told you about?”

“The real artsy one?”

Before he can respond, Steve cuts in. “As if he talks to other girls.”

“Shut up, Steve.”

He suddenly couldn’t find the words to say. Not when Steve was waiting to ridicule him. Soda picked up on that, leading him to a more secluded spot.

“What’s going on?” He asks softly, concern shining through.

“She asked me to hang out on Friday and I said I would.”

“All that fuss for a girl?” Soda laughs, his concern gone. “Listen, Pony, she’s just a girl. No biggie. Follow my advice and you’ll be fine. Just be yourself. She wouldn’t be asking to hangout if she wasn’t interested in you.”

Those words rang through his head on his walk home. Be yourself. How could he? He acted differently around the gang than he did around you. He hoped that Darry would have words to reassure him.

Darry was home, early for once, and prepping supper. “Hey, Ponyboy.”

“Hey, Darry...” he trudged into the kitchen, beginning a tangent of words that he managed to rein in, “so, I don’t know. We’re friends, but she digs okay, and she understands me.”

Darry doesn’t respond right away, wiping his hands on a towel before turning to look at him. His eyes are unusually bright, the only giveaway that he isn’t completely serious at the moment. “Just be respectful, alright? This isn’t an official date, but it’s just a date without the pressure of being a date.”

Somehow that made him feel worse.

——

Ponyboy hopes that he looks nothing like the nervous symphony that is stringing along inside of him.

It was Friday. The day of your designated hang-out.

He was not nervous. In the slightest. Just...apprehensive.

His stomach drops when he sees Steve saunter towards him.

Steve claps his shoulder, “don’t forget protection, Ponyboy.”

“Shut up, Steve.” Ponyboy is sure that his cheeks are deep red.

Just when he’s beginning to entertain the thought that you were joking and it was all a prank, he sees you turn the corner looking sheepish.

“I’m sorry, Pony, Mr. Peters called my ass out for the paper I did.” You huff, “said it was bullshit. Well, not his words, but that’s what he meant.”

“Mr. Peters sucks,” Ponyboy says, “had him last semester and it was awful. Never took him again.”

“I know that now,” you scoff, but shrug it off. “So, have you heard of the Tulsa Art Museum?”

“I went once with my parents, when I was real little.”

“I was wondering, because they’re bringing a limited-time Van Gogh exhibit to it and I wanna go. I love his work.”

“Maybe we could go together...” he looked more confident than he felt.

Your eyes lit up, “I’d love, too. I’ll look into more details and let you know.”

Ponyboy nods, eyes shifting past you and to the dreary gray sky. You turn to follow his gaze and frown.

“I hope it clears up tonight. I want to stargaze.”

“I just want to see the sunset.”

—

Your house is simple. Ponyboy is surprised at how quiet and still it seems, almost untouched.

“My parents are at work, so it’s just us.” You tell him as you unlock the door, “I probably should’ve told you that before.”

“S’okay.”

Your bedroom is almost exactly how he pictured it to be. Not that he thought about it often...

Silence lingers in the room before you pull out one of your sketchbooks.

“Will you be my model for an art assignment?” You ask hopefully.

“For what class?” He knew that the ceramics class didn’t require any human portraits.

“Art two. We’re on the portrait section,” you explain, “it’ll only be a quick sketch, won’t take long.”

Ponyboy shrugs, walking over to your windowsill and taking a seat. His head leans against the frame as he takes in the sunset. You have a good view of sunsets from your window.

Time passes by in comfortable silence. The only sound being the scratching of your pen on paper, distant hums of cars passing by, and the soft tap of his foot on the floor.

“I’m done,” you say, walking over to show him what you drew.

His eyes widen as he takes it in. It’s a simple pen drawing, with minimal details and just a basic outline of him.

“I purposely left it minimal,” you explain, “I’m going to use watercolor to capture the sunset.”

“Do you have a kit with you?”

Your eyes seem to glow as you bring it out, “I was thinking it would mainly be yellow with some pink and orange.”

“Yeah, pale daffodil would work, but I think it was more bright yellow.”

“You’re right.”

He looks over the colors you have. Admiring the selection as you both work out the color scheme. It reminds him of ceramic class and he feels warm at the thought. He felt comfortable with you.

“Hey, follow me.”

His heart stops when you slide the window up and climb onto the roof. You stick your head back in, eyes bright and smiling.

“Grab my blanket, it’s chilly.”

He does as he’s told, clambering through the window no near as gracefully as you had. You take the blanket from him and wrap it around both of your shoulders, head leaning on his shoulder. Your eyes are trained solely on the sky, watching the twinkling stars and seeing pictures that he could never make out.

You were utterly enchanted by stars, having a random fact to sprout out at any given moment. Now, you seemed content to just gaze at the stars.

“Is that the Big Dipper?” Ponyboy points, squinting as he tries to make it out.

“No, it’s right...” you grab his hand, moving it to the correct spot, “there.”

He looks down at you, “you sure love space, don’t you?”

“I wouldn’t be wearing,” you pull up your jeans to reveal socks with spaceships on them, “these, if I wasn’t.”

Ponyboy laughs, admiring them. He looks down at you, the words dying in his throat when he sees just how close his face is to you. You don't move away and neither does he. It’s still for a moment. He can hear more cars driving by, their lights shining light on the house before disappearing. His hands are cold and he finds that so are yours, when you touch his cheek. You pull him in for a kiss that makes him feel warm and fuzzy. He breaks away, cheeks flushing. Your lips are swollen, parting to say something that you never do as he’s pressing his lips against yours.

Time stills and he can only focus on how you taste and how you feel. This was by no means his first kiss, but there was something about being under the stars. Something about you. He couldn’t get enough. You nip his bottom lip and he all but melts into you, letting out a sigh.

His phone goes off in his pocket, startling him as he breaks away abruptly. It’s a notification from Darry.

Come home soon, please.

Checking the time, it’s past 10. Past his curfew. He sighs, looking at you unsurely. "I better go.”

He crawls back inside your room, gathering his things as you watch him from the window.

His shoes scuff on your floor as he chooses to avoid your gaze, “so,,,”

“So, same time next Friday?” You say, smiling when he lets out a dorky grin.

“Yeah, next Friday.”

---------------

taglist:

@ponyboyvhs @unique05sstuff @vanilla0826

the outsiders: @80smen @onlyfangirlsunderstand @charmingcheesecake @gclden80s @retrodillon @greasygold @staygoldguys

everything: @venusstarlight108 @knivestheresnothingtoit @awesomefaith14 @ardentmuse @yajairayellow @salladwinston @maddieb97222 @anchy-bananchy @staygoldponebone

#artist au #ponyboy curtis imagines #ponyboy curtis imagine #ponyboy #Ponyboy Curtis

88 notes · View notes

bnha-hcs · 6 years

Note

FantasyAU! Self proclaimed king and dragon bestie Bakugou falling in love with a normal village baker girl? Headcanons or scenarios are fine! Love you blog so much btw

Okay this became more of Katsuki seducing you as a town baker more than some fluffy slow falling in love stuff so... It kinda got away from me ahaha

You were a simple girl really. Nothing out of the ordinary ever happened and if it did, it was a fleeting moment inside the long, arduous day. You’d wake up before the sun even rose, getting up to get ready before heading up to the lower floor of the building that held your bakery. You weren’t the only bakery in town, though, but that never deterred you from starting your own little business. Your parents were in the town over, close enough to help out from time to time, but most days, you were by yourself unless a few local friends stopped by to help out.

Today was like any other day, though, you always hoped someone other than the local wives and errand girls and boys would stop by. You hoped that maybe, just maybe, an interesting character would come in and give you a little taste of what the world was like outside of this dingy little town. Stocking the cookies and other pastries in the front cases you sighed, a little melancholy from the stagnant business. Sure you had your usuals and people you knew would come in and chat with you, but after a while it, it just got a little predictable you know? The same old crap was going on. Like, “Oh did you know the prince was looking for a wife?” or, “They said taxes would be going down soon! Maybe I’ll be able to buy that dress I’ve had my eye on!”

“Ugh, I wish something exciting would happen!” You groaned, the empty bakery seeming to ignore you.

Leaning on the counter, you sulked until you felt something nudge your arm. Looking up lazily you saw your cat, Beanie, looking at you with unimpressed eyes. You knew he just wanted that other half of minced fish from this morning. Sighing, you proceeded to go into the back and grab the covered dish from your cooling area in the back. Just as you set down the bowl in front of the cat you heard the bell on the door ring.

Rushing out to the front you saw that it was Mrs.Rivers, a middle aged lady from down the way who had 5 children already. You groaned thinking about all the trouble her kids got into all the time, mostly because she always came in here talking about it. Most of the time she talked about her kids, but occasionally she came into the bakery to share with you some recipes and the rare bits of gossip she’d heard around the town. This time she looked as if she’d seen a ghost as she quickly rushed over to the counter.

“(Y/N) dear! Have you heard??” She asked with her voiced laced with panic. You knitted your brows together in confusion.

“Have I heard what?” You asked, unsure of what she meant. “Why are you so scared?”

“There’s a barbarian from the Dragonlands spotted just outside of town!” She shrieked, fumbling with her hands. “And they say he’s been known to cause havoc everywhere he goes!”

“Oh I’m sure it’s not all that bad… “ You brushed it off, knowing that the woman was known for her gossip and stories. “Everyone likes to exaggerate.”

“Oh but it’s true!! The mayor said for everyone to stay indoors if they see the man!” She insisted.

Her hands suddenly found yours, holding them tightly over the bakery counter. You looked at her quizzically, unsure of what to even do to respond. It was odd just how serious she was taking all of this… Surely this guy wasn’t as bad as she was saying? Sure the Dragonlands were a little scary and normal humans never strayed there out of fear for the dragon tribe, but that didn’t mean they could be inherently bad right? You weren’t too sure, but that could’ve been because you were a little naive. And honestly, you were fully aware of that fact.

“Please, (Y/N), take my warning to heart and stay safe.”

You were about to say something when she made her leave, quickly going out the way she came and leaving with the door to the bakery sounding. With a shrug you turned back to the rows of pastries on the rack. Why should you be so careful? It’s not like a big ol bad guy would come to a bakery or anything like that… Plus your little shop was hardly noticeable on top of it. You decided not to take much of it too seriously, but out of caution, grabbed the crossbow your dad leant you in the back of the shop to keep behind the counter. You were pretty sure you wouldn’t need it, but there’d be no telling what your parents would tell you if you had to shut down your shop because you had been robbed. With your skills, you were sure you could give any brute a run for their money.

Gazing out the store window you saw others scurrying along the cobblestone path, a little more hurried you noticed, due to the rumor floating around town. You couldn’t name all the times people got scared because someone had let loose some sort of rumor. For all they knew, it could’ve been a rumor started by the town drunk or all people. Or least you forget one of the school boys literally crying wolf because a neighbor’s dog had wandered into the boy’s yard after a hunting trip covered in blood and mud. That one got everyone up in a tizzy.

A sigh flew past your lips until you heard the door’s bell sound. You jolted upright and focused your eyes on the person who decided to pay your bakery a visit. Your breath caught in your throat upon gazing at the bare chest of, who you assumed to be, the so called barbarian. He seemed a little annoyed as he made his way to the counter, probably due to the fact that no other shop was open at the moment. Only you were brave/stupid enough to keep your doors open.

“Oi, get me a few loaves of bread.” The bare chested male barked hoarsely. He lazily slammed a handful of silver coins on the counter causing you to jump.

“S-Sure!” Crap. You stuttered that out like a nervous fool, and as you scrambled to pack a cloth bag with some of your fresh loaves of bread you hoped he didn’t catch you staring at him earlier. Your cheeks burned as you tied the cloth in a neat little knot and handed it over to him.

“You got any meat or cheese here?” He asked you, a frown painted on his lips as he looked around cautiously. His eyes locked with yours for a second and you quickly averted your gaze away from what you could only describe as his smoldering eyes.

“No, but I have this pastry here that has a sort of cream cheese-”

“Okay whatever give me one of those, too.” He grumbled cutting you off and putting a few extra coins on the counter.

You took a pair of tongs and pulled out a single one of the cream cheese danishes that you had in the case before sliding it in with the loaves of bread. Barely starting to count the coins on the counter the boy grabbed the bag and left before you could finish counting and giving him the proper change. He left without another word, and you then realized he had given you more than enough for just the few loaves of bread and danish. You stood there, slack jawed and a little flustered from the whole exchange. It wasn’t long before Mrs. Rivers and some of the other local wives came in asking all about it. You couldn’t tell them much about the mysterious, yet gorgeous visiter to your shop.

-----

It had been a few weeks, but you had grown used to his visitations. The day after your first meeting he had returned, blush dusting his cheeks as he placed, this time, a few coins on the counter and asked for the pastry you had given him before. He didn’t know the name of it, but as he looked at you with a childlike want you couldn’t help but think how cute it was that such a scary man like him could have a little bit of a sweet tooth. As soon as you had handed him the treat he left just as silently, and abruptly as he did the first time.

From then on he came in and got the same thing, along with a few loaves of bread here and there when he’d come in around mid morning and sometimes the evening if you were lucky. He didn’t talk much, but you enjoyed seeing him nonetheless. And after a while you had gotten a few answers out of him about his life. You found out, weirdly enough, that he was a normal human just like everyone else in town, but traveled with a dragon tribe member who was too… scary? Or rather he was so different looking that he attracted way too much attention whenever they stopped in towns.

Today you had gotten up like any other day, though you were a little early when it came to baking and got done a little before you were supposed to open. So you wandered into the field just behind the shop where a few of the kids played in from time to time. But no one was awake yet, so it gave you time to appreciate the sunrise at its fullest. Walking down to the river you spotted someone, very familiar you’d like to say, as you walked the gravel path. It wasn’t until you got close enough in the early morning haze to realize just who it was. Your breath was caught once more as you saw your usual gruff visitor wading out into the river seemingly rinsing off in the cool waters.

Blood rushed to your face and you quickly made your exit only to run face first into something very hard. Falling back on your arse you squeezed your eyes shut in the momentary pain before you could move past it to look up at what, or rather whom, you had run into. A gasp ripped from your throat when you looked up to see the lightly scaled face of someone who you could only assume as the friend from the dragon tribe. He gave you a confused look, obviously expecting you to scream of something of that caliber. You didn’t, however, only opting to simply sit there and gawk at him. He seemed to fluster slightly under your intense gaze and shifted uncomfortably from side to side.

“Can I… help you…?” He asked suddenly, clearing his throat. You suddenly realized how much you were staring and quickly averted your gaze to the side.

“O-Oh! Sorry I saw him, over there, in the river and recognized him so i was going to…” You trailed off, trying not to sound like you were trying to peep at the ashen haired male by the water. The explanation earned you an amused chuckle, as the dragon tribe boy scratched the scales along his arm he nodded seemingly to understand.

“You know Katsuki? He’s not really sociable so I didn’t think he’d know someone as cute and unassuming as you.” He commented unabashedly. You felt your cheeks heat up even more at his words.

You were about to reply when you heard footsteps behind you and craned your neck to see the familiar face of your regular at the bakery. He looked… confused as to why you were here, but otherwise didn’t seem mad about it. You realized from the first week in seeing him that it was pretty easy to understand his emotions, even when he constantly looked pissed off it was really just how his face was. So looking up at him you tried to quickly come up with an excuse to explain just w h y you were here to begin with.

“Sorry I was going down to the river to get some water for my cat a-and saw you there, but then I forgot to actually grab the bucket so I went to go back and…” You cursed at your luck for stumbling over your words.

“I didn’t ask but okay,” he said simply, making you feel like your fib was completely useless, “and don’t you open soon?”

“Crap, you’re right!” You yelped jumping up. “I forgot to set up the pastry case!”

Grabbing your skirts you went to hurry off to the shop, leaving the two behind in your haste you completely forgot that you had dropped your keys to the shop when you fell. Feeling around for your keys you muttered phrases of dismay upon realizing that they were absent from your possession. You heaved a defeated sigh until you felt a hand on your hip that guided you to the side albeit a little harshly before a arm jutted out and unlocked the back door for you. You squeaked out a few confused noises before realizing it was Katsuki, or so you believed his name was from what you gathered from his friend.

“Get your ass moving already.” He chided.

With a quick thank you his way you made your way inside to gather the pasty lining for the case, grabbing a fist full of flower to fling onto the paper as you set it down inside the case before hurriedly setting up pastries in a neat row for each kind. You heard rustling in the back before you put together that the boy was still in the back room. Pausing your work you poked your head into the back and saw him pulling a tray of bread off the top oven and put it onto the cooling rack, wrinkling his nose at the smell of slightly burnt bread. Oops…

“Ah, you can toss those! I guess I left them in a little too long.” You laughed nervously.

He waved you off, saying something about how he’d just give them to his friend, seeing as how he ate nearly anything anyways. You chuckled at this, unsure of how you should take that. Maybe you’d give him a few extra pastries today for troubling him. Why did he decide to help little ol you anyways?? You were sure he had better things to do than help over at a bakery.

Once you had set up the pastry case, you hurried into the back to set the empty tray back onto the cooling rack, unsure of where to put it at the moment. You then went over to the center island in the kitchen to finish mixing a new icing that you had tried to start before you left to do take your little break… it seemed like it had soaked up everything nicely as the mixture whipped easily in the bowl. Whisking the rest up, you moved to grab a filling bag when you found yourself nose to nose with Katsuki. He didn’t seem fazed at all, in fact, you were sure he was waiting behind you for this very moment as his arms rested on the counter behind you, effectively caging you in.

“Ah, you…” Your words died in your mouth as he leaned in. Squeezing your eyes shut you felt a wetness at the corner of your mouth before it traveled slightly towards your cheek, the coolness that came after it sending goosebumps across your body. Gods, did you get the icing on your face while mixing it so quickly?? You must’ve because he went over the spot again, though, a little slower this time. Suddenly your head felt dizzy and the heat that washed over your face was unfamiliar.

As soon as he pulled away, you cracked open one of your eyes to get a glimpse of what his expression was. You found, very quickly, that it was nothing short of smug as he inspected his work. And just like that he walked off and into the front of the store, leaving you confused, flustered, and more than a little aroused. What the hell just happened?

Holding your face in your hands you tried to calm the raging blush that had spread like fire across your cheeks. As you were trying to get over the whole incident, he walked back into the back where you were, acting as if nothing had even happened a few seconds ago. You looked at him with a half glare, and while he passed you, you swore you saw him smirk. The air was… thick, much like the icing as you tried to fill the icing bag. Though, as soon as you started to get back into your usual groove and managed to push your wandering thoughts out of your head, it seemed to happen all over again.

What was that about you being cute and unassuming again? Well, that dragon boy was right about the unassuming part, because you had managed to get caught between Katsuki’s arms again, but this time, you were sure you weren’t going to get away anytime soon. His hot mouth was on yours quickly, the icing bag now set aside on the counter. Nibbling on your bottom lip he went from kissing your lips to kissing the corner of your mouth, to leading all the way down your jawline while you tried to hold in any unsavory noises. You wanted to push him away, but how many times had you let your thoughts wander to something like this the past two weeks? It was selfish, but when were you going to have another chance?

When his teeth grazed the spot just below your ear you left out a surprised squeak. You could feel his coy smile against your neck, the hot feeling of blood rushing to your cheeks becoming all too familiar. Gripping his shoulders you tried to keep yourself from falling since you were very sure your knees were going to give out at any moment. Many thoughts were racing through your head at the moment, but one in particular stood out more than any other else.

You were sure no one would mind if the shop opened a little late today.

#bnha #bnha imagines #bnha scenarios #Bakugou Katsuki #mha #bakugou x reader #Anonymous

280 notes · View notes

mandelene · 6 years

Text

Tag Game

Answer 15 questions and tag 15 mutuals

Thank you to @feyna-v for tagging me!

1. Are you named after someone? No, my mom picked my name just because she liked it and it was American/English and not Polish (she didn’t want to give me a Polish name). My dad agreed to it. (My name is not Mandelene, btw).

2. When was the last time you cried? While reading the ending of Small Country by Gael Faye a few days ago.

3. Do you have kids? Nope, not yet, haha, but I hope to have kids someday if I can. Two or three but no more than three :) Idk how to explain it, but at some point within the past two years, I started feeling more...maternal toward kids, if that’s the right word for it. I just see kids on the bus and think, huh, yeah, I could have one of those, I think I might like that, God knows why.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Oh, boy. Yes. It’s not as obvious when I’m online, but ask my mother or my close friends and they will confirm that 90% of my daily life is spent being sarcastic. My life is just one big sarcastic meme.

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people? How they present themselves -- whether they’re smiling or frowning, standing up straight or slouching, etc. For men, I immediately notice how tall they are because I’m a tall woman so tall men are absolutely heavenly to look at. Any man that’s like 6′2 ft or taller and in their mid to late twenties makes my heart flutter instinctively. (This is how I know I’m definitely straight, bahahaha).

6. What’s your eye color?

Hazel. I joke that I must be adopted because my parents and sister have green eyes, but my great-grandmother had hazel eyes so I guess my parents are my parents.

7. Scary movie or happy ending? Happy ending for sure. Scary movies rarely have a storyline that I find interesting tbh.

8. Any special talents? I’ve been told I bake a fantastic coffee cake. I can recite the alphabet backwards, and I know some first-aid, but those are skills and not really talents.

9. Where were you born? I’m a Brooklyn baby. :D Brooklyn, NY.

10. What are your hobbies? Writing, reading, occasional video-making, playing with my cat, indoor cycler, casual gamer, novice yoga pupil.

11. Have you any pets? Of course. Most of you know my baby already:

Macchiato!

12. What sports do you play/have you played?

Oh, here we go. Brace yourselves for a tangent.

I was the sickly asthmatic kid who was too busy coughing up a lung to play sports, and I’m only half-joking. I played soccer a lot as a kid with my friends, but I was never on a team because my asthma was too severe and out of control for that. I’ve talked about this many times before, but I spent a good chunk of my childhood in the doctor’s office. I missed a lot of school. I got poked and prodded. I cried often about how much I hated being sick. I would be out playing with my friends and have an asthma attack in front of them and feel embarrassed. I would start wheezing and ignore it because I didn’t want everyone to make a big deal out of it. Don’t ever ignore your asthma, please. That never ends well. Sports were something I feared for years.

Midway through high school, my relationship with sports changed completely. I started seeing them as a method to improve my asthma rather than worsen it. My pulmonologist got my asthma under better control by coming up with a treatment regiment that he made sure I stuck to by lecturing my teenaged self at great length and wrote notes to my gym teachers at the start of every marking period. I slowly started regaining my confidence. My doctor made it clear that he was not excusing me from gym completely -- I had to exercise to the best of my ability without making myself sick, and if I kept getting attacks, it was back to the drawing board. If I couldn’t manage to exercise normally, then, in his view, my asthma was impeding my life too much and my medicine wasn’t working for me, which was totally true.

One of my high school gym teachers, Mr. B, was notorious for being the hardest P.E. teacher in the school. I was terrified of him. Whenever he made us run laps, I would pause when I started feeling unwell, rest for a minute, and then continue. He never said a word to me about it even though he was known for scolding students for stopping. Oddly enough, it took me a while to realize this, but he was always subtlely looking out for me. He always asked me if I had my inhaler with me at the start of class. Although I was often dead last in everything he made us do, he pretended not to notice and never commented on it. I never cheated him. If he said to do 30 laps, I would do 30 laps, even if I had to pause three times in between. Everyone else would have already moved on to other exercises while I was still doing my laps, lol, but I don’t think I ever had to reach for my inhaler. At the end of the term, he pulled me aside and told me, “I know you always tried your best, and I admire that.” He gave me an A. He was the only gym teacher I had who didn’t accuse me of making excuses or being lazy. Many previous teachers had convinced me I wasn’t trying hard enough, so I would push myself, and then I promptly proceeded to have attacks, be frustrated with myself, and end up in tears in the locker room. I needed Mr. B in my life to restore my faith in gym.

Nowadays I indoor cycle 3-4 times a week for 45 minutes to an hour to strengthen my lungs. Once a week, I have my “long tour” which is when I cycle for an hour and thirty minutes. After cycling, I lift weights for another 15-20 minutes. If I have a cold or any other upper respiratory infection, I stop all exercise until I’m well, and I hold myself to this. I have a better idea of my limits and what sports are best for me. I love swimming, but unfortunately, I don’t have a good indoor swimming pool around me, so it’s not something I can do regularly. Running/Track is still something I really struggle with, but brisk walking or hiking is fine. Last year, I was really into dance classes with my friend. Cycling is super kind to my lungs but leaves me exhausted in a good way, so that’s why it’s my favorite form of exercise. I’m sure if I did it outside though, I’d have asthma attacks. I’m generally okay with all sports/exercise as long as it doesn’t involve long stretches of running with few breaks in between, and I don’t do it outside when it’s cold. I won’t die from a light jog unless it’s the middle of January and there’s a meter of snow on the ground. You can invite me to play volleyball/basketball/tennis/whatever, and I promise I’ll be fine, haha.

I’ve also tried getting into yoga recently by following some YouTube instructors, but cycling is what I do most regularly and have stuck to. I take frequent exercise very seriously now, and I make it a priority.

13. How tall are you?

5′10 ft, so 177.8 cm. Super tall, I know. You should see my legs in yoga pants ;)

14. Favorite subject in school? In elementary school, I enjoyed English classes the most. In high school, AP comparative government in my senior year was my favorite because I love international politics. Then, there came a point in my life when I stopped liking English classes and started despising them (around my second year of university). College English consists of reading novels (which is a good start) and then writing unnecessarily long papers analyzing the novel, but if the professor doesn’t like your interpretation or analysis, they’ll deduct points. They’re not the classes you want to take if you want to actually learn how to be a better writer. They just teach you how to pander to the professor and not how to think for yourself. It’s annoying. Journalism classes get right down to the technical parts of writing and tear your sentences apart. I feel like I gain more from those classes than ones in which I have to write a ten-page essay on the symbolism of a key.

15. Dream job? A few years ago, I would have said “reporter for the New York Times,” and while that would be incredible, I have multiple dream jobs now.

I would still love to work at a media outlet. I’d want to either work at the international desk as a writer/reporter or work on digital content like podcasts or short documentaries. However, I can also picture myself working at an NGO or at a think tank. I might also be interested in doing something in government someday--anything that has a direct impact on getting involved in a community. Global politics and writing are my two biggest passions, so if I end up doing work in either of those areas, I’ll be happy.

Ideally, I can continue writing fiction on the side and publish it someday, but that’s still a dream I have to work my way up to.

I don’t want to leave anybody out, so if you’re reading this and you want to answer it, consider yourself tagged by me! :)

#tag game

6 notes · View notes

livingcorner · 3 years

Text

How to get rid of tom cat who is hassling my cats…..

This is page 1 of 1 (This thread has 21 messages.)

Mumsnet does not check the qualifications of anyone posting here. If you’re worried about your pet, please speak to a vet or qualified professional.

You're reading: How to get rid of tom cat who is hassling my cats…..

arfy Mon 01-May-06 16:19:57

<<Sigh>>

Have been wondering why my 3 cats aren’t out enjoying the sun much, and why one has taken to pooing in the bathroom overnight (grrr)

Then we spied a neighbouring tom cat spraying the fence and ground right outside our cat flap several times – looks as though the pooing cat is now frightened to go out much.

How do I get rid of this blinking tom cat? Any ideas – will citrus work. Needs to be something that then doesn’t stop my cats going out. And WHY don’t people neuter their cats FGS, it is infuriating.

Also, it has become obvious that we are going to have to rehome our cats when we move to NZ in September

(we’ve decided the trip just isn’t fair on them) – how on earth am I going to find a home for a cat who craps in the bathroom?

fullmoonfish Mon 01-May-06 16:51:57

Keep a couple of loaded water pistols to hand and squirt this tom (up the jacksy is fun) every time you see him. He will hopefully get the message. Not sure whether vitrus works or not, but another tip I read is to spray aftershave round the catflap (outside) to mark the territory of your biggest and most dominant inhabitant (ie you or your partner) No idea whether this works, sorry, but was suggested to me by a barkingly cat-mad friend of mine when I had similar prob. I found water worked best and was greatly satisfying too

Miaou Mon 01-May-06 17:07:48

oh ditto fmf – we keep a loaded supersoaker by the back door and have been known to blast at the offenders through the cat flap … hehehe very satisfying!

arfy Mon 01-May-06 17:26:21

ooh interesting about the aftershave – not sure anyone here believes that DH is the biggest and most dominant person round here but never mind. I have never heard that before! but possibly worth a try

noticed some water pistols in the supermarket yesterday, may go back and get one and then hang out by the cat flap. what fun!

arfy Mon 01-May-06 17:26:41

oh and where’s me manners? Thanks!

Read more: See Igglepiggle and friends live on stage – In the Night Garden Live is on tour now!

1Baby1Bump Mon 01-May-06 18:12:49

i dont think there is anything you can do about it.

Surfermum Mon 01-May-06 18:40:10

I looked into this as we had a problem with cats pooing in our garden. Apparently what you need to do is get some poo from a cat that’s bigger than the one doing the poo, such as a lion. Sorry that’s probably no help unless you’re on the doorstep of Longleat.

arfy Mon 01-May-06 18:42:18

ah yes, zoo poo

Thanks guys. Think I’m going to have to watch out for the bugger and then chuck some water over him. I feel really sorry for my cats, especially now I’ve got to look for new homes for them

. but also do not want cat crap in the bathroom and zoo poo outside the backdoor as the flat is going on the market in a couple of weeks!

twocatsonthebed Tue 02-May-06 19:03:43

two things that might also help…I had a similar problem a while back.

One is to really clean around the cat flap, as toms come back to spray where they have sprayed before. To get it really clean, you need to use biological washing powder, then wipe it down with surgical spirit, to get rid of any smells. This does work in the long run, but you might have to do it a few times.

The other is to get some Feliway from the vets (spray or a plug in airfreshner kind of thing) for your poor bullied cat – it’s a kind of cat pheremone which will calm them down and make them feel better (and hopefully stop them crapping in the bath!). Also, do they have a litter tray indoors – might be worth it for the short term.

HTH!

BadHair Tue 02-May-06 19:10:07

My cat is most definitely neutered and he sprays like a fire engine. It’s not always un-neutered cats that do it. Still annoying though.

tuppenceworth Tue 02-May-06 19:14:29

My sister has a tomcat that is coming into her house, spraying, getting the kittens pregnant (they’re too young to be neutured!) and then buggering off again!! (typical male?!)

A few weeks ago she caught him, put him in the cat basket and drove him 10 miles away. The cat was back two days after. She caught him again, drove him 20 miles away to the other side of Sheffield and the cooking fat (!!) still came back! It’s going to Aberdeen next time!

BettySpaghetti Tue 02-May-06 19:18:13

tuppenceworth -surely it’ll work out cheaper to take him to the vets to get his nads chopped off

Milliways Tue 02-May-06 19:18:31

My German SHepherd Dog happily clears the way of unwanted cats for our cat

I’m sure our cat lures them into our garden just to watch the fun!

arfy Tue 02-May-06 22:43:58

blimey tuppenceworth – what a nightmare!

Thanks everyone, and especially 2catsonthebed. I was hoping to get away with no litter tray as only one out of the the 3 is pooing indoors (and weeing in the bath – nice!) but think you right, might have to do it. Never heard of Feliway, will investigate – thanks for the tip

I didn’t realise neutered cats spray too – but this bugger is definitely a tom. grr

Mimmie123 Thu 23-Mar-17 20:35:11

Message deleted by MNHQ. Here’s a link to our Talk Guidelines.

Read more: How to Grow Your Own Tomatoes, Part 2: Transplanting

TheSpottedZebra Thu 23-Mar-17 20:37:23

Message deleted by MNHQ. Here’s a link to our Talk Guidelines.

ElloDAAAVE Wed 26-Apr-17 11:02:13

I feel your pain. All my cats are done, but other people around here refuse to spay their females, and the result is feral rapey tomcats yowling under our window all night, spraying all over our front step, and not being able to open our windows in summer or we get invaded and sprayed.

Getting a few dogs certainly helped…nasty toms won’t set foot in our back garden now…but the front garden is a different matter. Which is why I’m often seen haring down the garden path, barefoot, hair flying, broomstick in one hand and squirty water bottle in the other, yelling “FUCK OFF YOU RAPEY PISSYCATS, I MIGHT BE ALMOST VEGAN BUT I’LL HAVE YOUR PISSYBALLS AS EARRINGS YOU LITTLE WANKER”

Related. All the neighbours think I’m mad.

Squirty water bottle works though. For a while.

Artyfartygaga Sat 03-Jun-17 18:55:48

I feel your pain. Since my , really very lovely neighbor moved in next door (genuinely- not sarcasm), about a year ago with her bully -self admitted- cat, who is neutered, my two cats have changed their behaviour big time. One, I’m not so worried about, he seems to try to stand his ground but the other ( they’re brothers) is very obviously not handling the situation at all. Next door’s cat is spraying by the front door, shitting in the front garden and getting in the back and middle garden a lot. My son has seen him in our house. There is a smell of cat pee in the house all the time, although I’m constantly washing the carpets and furniture. We live in a row of tiny cottages. My poor boy that can’t cope has taken to crapping in the living room and by the outside doors- I believe this is called middening; a visual sign to mark their territory. To add to the problem, this poor, sweet boy is epilectic, on a fairly large scale- can fit even in his sleep- and he’s obviously really unhappy. I just don’t know what to do. Can’t keep them in as it would be unfair on his brother. It would be difficult to speak to my neighbour as I don’t see what she could possibly do about it. As it is I think she only lets him out when she’s home. So awkward. What can I do? Any positive advice please? I love my cats.

Artyfartygaga Sat 03-Jun-17 19:43:46

Epileptic. Has fits on an irregular basis. Can be 3 times a day or nothing ( that we’ve witnessed) for 3/4 weeks. Otherwise healthy and very lovely and calm and loving.

MandaBee66 Tue 27-Jun-17 07:37:59

I hope that’s a joke because it’s a disgusting thing to do!

MandaBee66 Tue 27-Jun-17 07:40:10

This is what a boy cat did to my poor girl cat! He came in the house to find her. If I find out who owns him they are getting a vets bill!

This is page 1 of 1 (This thread has 21 messages.)

Join the discussion

To comment on this thread you need to create a Mumsnet account.

Join Mumsnet

Already have a Mumsnet account? Log in

Active

I’m on

I’m watching

I started

Last 15 minutes

Last hour

Last Day

Source: https://livingcorner.com.au Category: Garden

source https://livingcorner.com.au/how-to-get-rid-of-tom-cat-who-is-hassling-my-cats/

#livingcornernews

0 notes

bloojayoolie · 6 years

Photo

Being Alone, Andrew Bogut, and Apparently: YOUNG +ADORABLEEXCITABLE + SHY + HEALTHY+ SCARED @SHELTER Willy PLEASE, don't let them kill mell11 25057 2 year young lost, beautiful little Chihuahua boy Housebroken Good with kids NEEDS A BREAK ON the NYC Kill List **Pleeeease, Apply NOW to Save my Life ** ******************************************** OFF the ARL (At Risk List) !!! PLEASE, share for back-up & also share the other poor souls on the list who still have noone. ******************************************** ***** To Be KILLED 4/18/2018 in NYC ***** YOUNG + ADORABLE + EXCITABLE + SHY + HEALTHY + SCARED @ SHELTER ~ Little 2 year young Chihuahua boy Willy was found as a stray. The finder took him home for 2 days but then surrendered him due to not having time to care for him. At intake he was shaking & crying, breaking everyone's heart, poor little nugget. Willy briefly lived with two kids, was friendly & allowed them to pet him, & is very housebroken. A young boy who lost his way home & ended up at the shelter ON the NYC Kill List. Give this little man A BREAK, APPLY NOW to Save his life! Young Willy DIES at the Manhattan, NY ACC UNLESS ✔FOSTERED✔ADOPTED✔RESCUED✔RIGHT NOW!!! ✔Pledge✔Tag✔Share✔Foster✔Adopt✔Save his life! Hello, my name is Willy. My animal id is #25057. I am a neutered Chihuahua at the Manhattan Animal Care Center. The shelter thinks I am about 2 years old. I am a good little boy. Please, give me a chance! ==== TO FOSTER or ADOPT ==== Little Willy needs to be pulled by a rescue due to being scared at the shelter. To Foster or, even better, Adopt, please APPLY with rescues NOW or MESSAGE Must Love Dogs - Saving NYC Dogs for assistance with filling out applications. BUT... Hurry please, time is short, and the rescues need time to process the applications. The general rule is to foster you have to be within 4 hours of the New Hope Partner rescues you are applying with and to adopt you will have to be in the general NE US area; NY, NJ, CT, PA, DC, MD, DE, NH, RI, MA, VT & ME (some rescues will transport to VA). Thank you for caring. ❤ ================================= Basic Information:: Willy is approximately a 2 year old male tan small mixed breed dog. Willy was found as a stray on 4/10/18 around 6:00pm. The finder took him home for two days. Willy was surrendered because the finder did not have time to care for him. Willy has no injuries or health issues and was not taken to the vet. Previously lived with:: Willy previously lived with one adult and two children. How is this dog around strangers?: Willy at first ran away from the finder when she approached him. On the second try, Willy stood still and allowed the finder to approach him and pick him up. How is this dog around children?: Willy briefly lived with two children aged 3 and 8 years old. Willy is described as being friendly with both children and allowed them to pet him. How is this dog around other dogs?: Willy did not interact with other dogs. How is this dog around cats?: Willy did not interact with cats. Resource guarding:: The finder did not try to touch Willy's food or bowl while he was eating. She also did not try to take away a treat, toy, or object from his mouth. Bite history:: Willy did not try to bite the finder or her children. Housetrained:: Yes Energy level/descriptors:: Willy has a high energy level Has this dog ever had any medical issues?: No Medical Notes: Willy has no known medical issues. For a New Family to Know: Willy is a shy, excitable dog. When at home, Willy found the finder around. Willy was kept as a mostly indoor dog and was free-fed dry food. Willy is house-trained and was taken outside to go potty. Willy never had accidents in the home. When left home alone, Willy will start to bark. DVM Intake Exam 13/04/2018 Estimated age: 1-2 yrs. Microchip noted on Intake? scanned negative by LVT on intake. History: stray; no hx known. Subjective / Observed Behavior - QAR, whale-eyed, nipped leash when handler attempted to remove from kennel. allowed all PE; shaking during exam. Evidence of Cruelty seen - none Evidence of Trauma seen - none EENT: Eyes clear, ears clean, no nasal or ocular discharge noted Oral Exam: limited exam due to muzzle in place; dc 2/5; pd 1/5. PLN: No enlargements noted H/L: NSR, NMA, CRT < 2, Lungs clear, eupnic ABD: Non painful, no masses palpated U/G: intact male. testicles smooth, symmetrical. MSI: Ambulatory x 4, skin free of parasites, no masses noted, healthy hair coat CNS: Mentation appropriate - no signs of neurologic abnormalities Rectal: grossly normal. Assessment: Apparently healthy SURGERY: Neutered Means of surrender (length of time in previous home):: Stray (With care taker for two days) Previously lived with:: An adult and children (ages 2 and 8) Behavior toward children:: Friendly Housetrained:: Yes Energy level/descriptors:: Willy is described as shy and excitable with a high level of activity. Date of assessment:: 4/15/2018 Summary:: Willy has growled and snapped at handlers when attempts are made to remove him from his kennel. He has allowed minimal handling since intake. Out of concern for his stress level, he is not a good candidate for a handling assessment at this time. Date of initial:: 4/13/2018 Summary:: Willy was trembling but allowed handling. ENERGY LEVEL:: Willy is described as having a high level of activity. We recommend long-lasting chews, food puzzles, and hide-and-seek games, in additional to physical exercise, to positively direct his energy and enthusiasm. BEHAVIOR DETERMINATION:: NEW HOPE ONLY Behavior Asilomar: TM - Treatable-Manageable Recommendations:: No children (under 13) Recommendations comments:: No children: Due to how uncomfortable Willy is currently with touch and novel stimuli, we feel that an adult-only home would be most beneficial at this time. Place with a New Hope partner: Willy has not acclimated well to the kennel environment and has allowed only minimal handling since intake. We recommend placement with a New Hope partner who can provide any necessary behavior modification (force-free, positive reinforcement-based) and re-evaluate behavior in a stable home environment before placement into a permanent home. Potential challenges: : Fearful/potential for defensive aggression,Kennel presence Potential challenges comments:: Fearful/potential for defensive aggression: Willy is very fearful at the care center and has growled and snapped at people who attempt to handle him. It is important to always go slow and give Willy the option to walk away from any social interaction. Willy should never be forced to approach anything that he is uncomfortable with or to submit to petting or handling. It should always be Willy’s choice to approach a new person or thing. Willy would do best in an initially calm and quiet home environment and should be given time to acclimate to his new surroundings. ... NOTE: *** WE HAVE NO OTHER INFORMATION THAN WHAT IS LISTED WITH THIS FLYER *** ... ============ Shelter addresses ========== - Manhattan Shelter: 326 East 110 St. New York, NY 10029 - Phone number (212) 788-4000 (automated only) Operating hours: Monday through Friday 12.00pm to 8.00pm, Saturday & Sunday: 10.00am to 6.00pm. Closed on all Holidays. == About Must Love Dogs - Saving NYC Dogs == We are a group of advocates (NOT a shelter NOR a rescue group) dedicated to finding loving homes for NYC dogs in desperate need. ALL the dogs on our site need Rescue, Fosters, or Adopters & that ASAP as they are in NYC high-kill shelters. If you cannot foster or adopt, please share them far & wide. Thank you for caring!! <3 Rescue <3 Foster <3 Adopt <3 Love 4-ever <3 ******************************************** To FOSTER or ADOPT, SPEAK UP NOW, message Must Love Dogs - Saving NYC Dogs for assistance. ******************************************** https://newhope.shelterbuddy.com/Animal/Profile/Index/6b8f315c-f63a-4745-97f8-89e377b51ba0 Jody Harris-Stern Michelle Neufeld Montak Caro Hocker Emily Geary Michele St Laurent Waggytail Rescue Vivian Chi-Saver Lorraine Healy Cindy Ann McManus Jamie Roche Trailways to Heaven Robyn Urman Carole Zollo

#funny #lol #humor #memes #meme #memehumor #dank memes #funny pics #rolf #lmao #Being Alone #Andrew B

1 note · View note