#I AM RAGE PANDA

[chiarrara]

✨💞controversial jjk character ranking tier list💞✨

got some hot takes in this one that some of y'all are not gonna like... 👀 breakdowns below the cut

1. i, personally, am insane about them:

megumi fushiguro, suguru geto, shoko ieri, kittycunt choso, junpei yoshino, yuuta okkotsu

2. best boy / best girl / loml sweet baby angel 💕🫰🏽✨:

yuuji itadori, nobara kugisaki, nanamin, aoi todo, higuruma, makin zenin, toge inumaki, yuki tsukumo, ijichi, miguel odoul, kirara hoshi, jogo, kusakabe, nitta, takaba, tall idol takada, tsumiki fushiguro, utahime iori, that sumo guy & that other guy with the sumo guy (i think)

this is a packed category. itadori & kugisaki are right on the cusp of "insane about them" and "love them a lot a lot a lot" ... tsumiki should be ranked a little higher. mimiko and nanako were not included in this template, but they would go here.

3. good, in a literary sense:

satoru gojo, eso, mahito, naoya zenin, that guy megumi fought, toji fushiguro, mahoraga

so uh......toji should be higher. so should mahoraga. that's all i have to say 🙂

4. ...fine:

ino, kinji hakari, useless miwa, hanami, mai zenin, principal yaga, twink from shibuya (haruta??? apparently?), kashimo, uraume, sparky sparky boom man, that guy who throws his teeth, kechizu

this is a category for characters I have a net "meh" reaction to. some of them would be in lower tiers if I didn't like their character design.

5. induces a complicated, quiet rage in me. so incredibly infuriating, yet also boring. meant to be sympathetic, yet i have no sympathy. i will not judge you for how you dealt with insurmountable adversity, but i do not like you:

mechamaru, ui ui

this category was created specifically for mechamaru. threw ui ui in here too bc why tf not, he fits (most) of the criteria.

6. don't care:

panda, hana/angel, noritoshi kamo (the younger), anime alcoholic zenin what's his name, dagon, nishimiya, principal gakuganji, plane hair girl, sky girl (ume? uro?)

listen..... don't shoot me. in canon....they are boring to me. i don't care about them. i don't care about their backstories, I don't care about their motivations. they are literally taking up space on my page/screen that could be dedicated to someone i give a fuck about. two of them made it out of the bottom tier by being hot.

7. i want to dip them in acid, coat them in pop rocks, then dip them in lava repeatedly:

kenjaku, sukuna, tengen

...I think this is pretty self explanatory

8. literally so irrelevant i don't even know who you are:

i could not list these names if i tried

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mei mei was also not on this list. would probably warrant her own category ala mechamaru. something like: "girl, you are so complicated, and not in a good way" or "a very confusing mix of mindless attraction and disgust-fueled repulsion is waging war in my body and I don't know which side will win" or "i would pay 10,000,000¥ for you to go away... and/or step on me? + calling child services for your brother"

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✨beloved mutuals & non-beloved strangers, feel free to yell at me about this in my ask box 💕🫰🏽✨

#jjk #jujitsu kaisen #jjk tier list #controversial takes: #gojo satoru #jjk panda #mechamaru #maybe? #itadori yuuji #nobara kugisaki #megumi fushiguro #geto suguru #i used to want to dip toji in lava #but he is very interesting to me #also a very good character #in a literary sense #chiamemes

[fandomwriterlover]

Hello! I was wondering if you could make a RedSon x female reader!

The reader for context acts like Po from Kung Fu Panda! They are a foodie, kinda stupid, a fangirl, and clumsy! All these things, RedSon would never suspect that she’s a kung fu master. No weapons or magic, he would think that the reader was just MK’s little mascot! I just want a little something of RedSon having a the biggest crush on the kung fu master (but she’s so stupidly oblivious)

Extra points if you add that Pigsy is her father by adoption, you know the scene “I just figured out that my dad isn’t my dad” I love that scene so much! You don’t have to just some extra funny scenes!

RED SON X FEM!READER KUNG FU MASTER (PO STYLE)

You were a sore sight at the moment Red Son met you. And why you ask? Well, the first time you two met it was in his food stand and tried some of his food. And you said that flavor was...

"BLAND!?!?!" He outrage by your feedback. He couldn't comprehend how could you find Ripped DBK sauce not spicy enough. Your eyes even teary and your skind didn't have that reddish tone of the skin while the sauce burned your taste buds! He planned to throw his father rage over you...

...But it backfired when you recognise him. You went into fangirl mode, being amazed to meet the great Bull Demon King as you called him. Pointing out his best battles prior he decided to conquer the world and how he gained Princess Iron Fan hand in matrimony. AND HE WAS DELIGHTED! You just made yourself an enemy.

When he learned that you were a kung fu master, he decided to test your strenth; after all he was a skillfull fire fighter and has more experience in the battlefield than you. When you two fight... It became a huge frustration to him! He was surpised to see how strong you were... And yet you have a dumb behaviour! You're a goofball who jokes and tease him. And worst of all: YOU WERE WINNING!!

"You-- YOU PEASANT!! YOU DARE TO FIGHT ME AND MOCK ME WHILE WE BATTLE! DO HAVE ANY IDEA WHO AM I?!?!"

"Of course I do!" You beaned as you block and dodge his movements and fire. "RedSon, the heir of the Demon Bull Family. You selfthougt all about demon magic and alchemy." You launch your punches and kicks, and he block them. "Creator and first user of the Samadhi Fire. The one who took Monkey King's Staff to free the Demon Bull King first!." "St-STOP TELLING ME WHAT I'VE ACHIEVE. I ALREADY KNOW IT!!"

You end up as a tie.

His plots, trainings and schemes to take you down weren't ignore by his parents and Mei. And they tease him a liiiitle.

"This kung-fu dork it's going down for sure today! Victory will be mine" he says as he march to the door passing by his mother. "Have fun with your girlfriend..." He closes the door ... ... thumpthumpthumpTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMP!! Doors opens! "SHE'S NOT MY GIRLFRIEND!!"

One day your cheerfullness was gone, and that... Was... Just not right for him! So he did something unexpected, even from himself: He asked you if you were ok.

"Well... I just figured out that my dad isn’t my dad" you sighed, it was arecnt fact you've learn from Pigsy, your adoptive father. "Your father... The pig." that reply didn't helped. He just couldn't understand why you're so surprised, you weren't neither a pig or a demon. "Huh... I thought it was obvious."

"Yeah but still... It was shocking for me, ok?!" you spatted, you couldn't help it. You were hurt and the acttitude of him was rude. "How could you not SEE that didn't look alike?" "Says the son of a giant bull demon!?" He wanted to reply your outraged words... But he could only say. "Touche."

He took a deep breathe. "Look." he spoke. "I apologise. I'm sure that it wasn't a pleasant news... But even so the chef Pigsy it's your parent figure, and it won't change your relationship with him, now would it?" You looked at him calmly but also surprised. "You're being nice... To me?"

He fastly got red and get up all flustered. "BECAUSE you're being anoyed with your sappyness!! I RED SON only cares about defeating you!" Yep, he loves you.

#edited #lmk x reader #lego monkie kid #lmk red son #red son #redson #red son x reader #kung fu panda

[ikemenomegas]

Just read all of your jjk works and loved loved all of them, especially that one post about yuta thinking gojo got a gf and gojo's alpha loosing his shit and laughing bc an affair is the least likeliest thing that gojo would do. and now im kicking my feat thinking about what the other students would think once they knew that gojo did in fact have a mate and wasnt at all a fuckboy. Like nobara side eyeing gojo when he says that he has a mate, totally not believing him until you actually appear or when she seas gojo in the passenger seat with you in the car.

Aaah! Thank you for reading. That Yuta can't think of anything worse than having relationships problems is one of my favorite jokes. My second favorite is maybe people thinking that Gojo is a player, with all the "time" he doesn't have, and all the emotional bandwidth he also doesn't have? I also don't write him as having a particularly high sex drive... I am also giggling at the faces the rest of the students make haha.

Gojo is going to pout when you laugh at him. He's going to say something like "you don't think I could..."

And you can pat him on the arm and say "I don't think you would" and even if you mean different things by it, it still makes him preen a little.

He doesn't hide you exactly but even if he calls you his mate in front of others, he's told enough bad jokes this could just be another one of those. Everyone knows he's touchy and a little possessive so if some other omega is around and he's a little louder than usual, that's just Gojo being Gojo. And everyone knows the best way to survive Gojo is just doing what he wants, so if you let him swing you around like a ragdoll and pat his hand and say "yes dear" with an insincere expression, or call his name when he's being especially overbearing... well you were classmates and get away with more than most.

Sure some people know he's mated, and not just mated but married, but often those are put off by his blatant displays of loud, whiny behavior that they just think he's being his usual ill-mannered self and don't confirm or deny anything.

It drives the students who care nuts. Some of them (Panda and Inumaki) are gossip-mongers. Some of them just absolutely do not believe it (Nobara cannot imagine who would mate their useless sensei, let alone you who is responsible and serious about jujutsu, and treats people with respect). Some of them... encourage Satoru to make this dream a reality (Yuuji doesn't care whether it's true or not, but if Satoru says he's leaving them early for date night with you then he's cheering Gojo sensei on to "make it a great night"; Hakari also encourages Satoru to "get it"). The others mock him if you refuse to do something to his face (Maki, mostly Maki).

Let's be honest, Satoru orchestrates the little clues he ends up leaving for the students. The adults? he will perform some misdirection so no one gets weird ideas about you and Satoru being one anothers' Achilles' heel (really you're in more danger than him). The kids, he chose because he trusts them enough to join his faction and he has this thing about wanting people to like him, but not minding if they don't.

He smirks at Nobara when she catches sight of you picking him up in an expensive car. The car makes her jealous. The fact that he sticks his tongue out at her and leaves her to catch the train/bus back to campus puts her in a delightfully entertaining little rage.

Inumaki and Panda enjoy the game of finding out whether you and Satoru are together much more fun than the outcome so he lets them play. He'll "almost" get caught going to his knees while you kiss him on campus, he will show up if you're at the convenience store and the students are nearby and openly flirt with you while they're watching, etc. They're disappointed when they find out because they would rather help facilitate drama.

Yuta is... sort of appalled haha. So is Maki, but for different reasons. Yuta at this point has never been in or witnessed a healthy relationship in his life. He has a bit of a hard time wrapping his head around what he's actually right about - the ways in which Gojo and his Alpha's relationship is unhealthy but they still stay with one another without ever thinking about changing. Maki cannot believe you "chose this guy", and will say it to your face while sparring to try and win.

#gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #tokyo students #from the notebook #omega!gojo #alpha!reader #gn #ask answered #thank you again anon #probably not what you asked for but I also started kicking my feet so I hope you enjoy a little bonus content! #io.myy #io.omegas

[bitchesuntitled]

Through the Motions

Pairing: Francisco “Catfish” Morales x Reader

Summary: You and Frankie decide to start a family. Regardless of your mental illness and the challenges it faces.

Warnings: Mental health, cussing, pregnancy, bit of angst, comfort, fluffff, pretty much sums it up

A/N: Sooo…. This would be my first fic I’ve ever actually put out for the entire world to read. I used to have several 5 subject notebooks full of fanfic for myself and my cousins to read cause they were the only ones I trusted with that part of my brain. 15 years later and here I am. I had 4 different friends read it before I posted. All of which gave amazing input and helped me with wording, grammar, punctuation, etc. I love you guys!!! @hessofather(knows all about mentally ill pregnancy cause she did that), @jay-zzle(Spanish expert), @bi-panda(help with grammar and punctuation) and Sarah(helped with wording, who needs to get a tumblr)

Special shout out to: @chloeangelic- Thank you for being so helpful to this newbie with your writing advice! You saw this fic before it became what it is now, hopefully it’s still as interesting as you thought it was to begin with @gracieispunk for just telling me to go for it! ❤️❤️❤️

HERE GOES IT! 🫣

Masterlist

At the time you felt like this was a good idea, that you were strong enough to handle it, that it would get better as time went on. Except now you’re not so sure.

*****

It was your idea first, trying for a baby and Frankie was ecstatic. You’d discussed kids before but it was always in a wishful way, too nervous to stop the meds to actually try. Late one night while in bed you decide to talk about it once more.

“What if you can’t handle my episodes?”

“Such as…” He asks moving on his side propping up his head with his fist.

“Well… I’m kinda, actually no, I’m crazy without meds. You haven’t had to experience that side of me but other people have. I had so much rage in me all the time, I would snap in an instant at the smallest of things, there were days I couldn’t even get out of bed. I almost lost my job at one point.” You say rubbing your face trying not to think of the past without meds. He moves your hands and cups your cheek turning your head towards him.

“Hey now, we don’t have to do this. It’s up to you. I’d love it if we could have a version of you and me out in this world but it’s not a necessity if you don’t want to. I’m still going to be here whether we decide to do this or not”

“Oh god, the manic episodes! I’ve gotten those under control finally because of the meds but the mania was almost just as bad as the depression! Sooo many bad decisions, honestly surprised I don’t have a kid already. Definitely had a rise in my labido during the manic episodes,” with widened eyes and a panicked look you start to back track “Sorry! I’m so sorry! I’m rambling now.”

“Shhh, we all have a past,” Frankie laughs, shaking his head, “If we’re being truthful here though- if we try for a baby that would be helpful, right?”

You laugh and roll your eyes.

“Yeah, I guess you got me there.”

*****

Thinking about it and doing it are two completely different things. The trying part was definitely fun and then it happened. Those two pink lines happened a lot faster than you were expecting. What now? You have to get off your meds. That’s what you have to do now. It’s really happening. There is now a life growing inside of you. You thought you were ready for this. Mentally trying to prepare yourself for the moment the meds had to stop, the pregnancy hormones and what they’ll do, the changes your body will go through, the mindset you’ll need to have going through this, so much to prepare for. Then the first slip up happens. It took 3 weeks, 3 weeks for the first incident to happen.

“Oh, I see!” You say gritting your teeth, “So I need to have supper ready for you when you get home? Like I’m some 50s fucking housewife?!”

“That’s not what I even said. All I asked was what are we having for supper? I did not mean what are YOU making for supper.” Frankie said as calmly as he could. He never thought his army training would help him in a situation like this. They teach you how to handle dangerous territories, hostile situations, survival, and so much more. But this? No one ever trains you for this. For a hormonal, mentally ill, pregnant lady.

You can feel your face hot from anger turning into one of embarrassment and shame instead. Your bottom lip begins to tremble. You realize your mistake immediately. Not sure if it’s the mental illness or the hormones rushing through your body. It all kinda feels the same right now. Frankie notices the change immediately and rushes towards you.

“Bebé, bebé, bebé,” He says quietly wrapping his arms around you, pushing your head into the crook of his neck. “It’s okay. You’re okay. We’re okay. We’ll get through this just like everything else. I’m here.”

“I hate this!” You sob

*****

Your entire pregnancy you feel as if you’re going through constant loops. The manic and depressive episodes coming in waves. You sense it before it happens, a lot like when you can smell rain before it starts. The only thing is when. When is it going to hit you? Will it be a depressive episode? Where you find it near impossible to even get up but you have to in order to make sure things are ready for this baby. Will it be a manic episode? Where you have so much energy it feels like you’re going to crawl out of your own skin but also in a way beneficial because you can get so much ready for the nursery. Will it be one of sadness, anger, anxiousness? What will it be and can you make yourself stop it? Doubtful, you never can, just like now.

**9 months later**

He plops down at the kitchen table sighing. The baby has finally gone to sleep. After 2 hours of crying there is finally silence.

“What‘s wrong?” Frankie asks

“I don’t know.” you sigh, putting the last bottle in the dish rack to dry.

He can tell something is wrong by your actions. The way you’ve been rigid. You’re so stiff. You’re so tense. You feel on edge about every little thing.

The baby is crying. Needs changed again. The baby is crying. Needs fed again. The baby is crying. Needs soothed again. The baby is crying. When is there time to sleep? So over-stimulated it’s almost too much to bear.

It’s only been 2 weeks since the baby arrived and you’re back on meds finally. As with all things though, it takes time.

“What’s wrong? Hermosa, please tell me.” he asks again

“It’s just one of those days.”

One of those days, the hatred for yourself you feel. Am I a good mom yet? Am I doing everything that needs done? Is there anything I missed? I have to be perfect on the outside. Why am I NOT perfect on the outside? Can I even pretend to be perfect? The internal battle is almost too much. You don’t want to look at him. You don’t want him to see how much your mind is making you suffer because he will see it, he always sees it now.

“Baby, please talk to me!” He pleads

You push yourself off the kitchen sink and finally turn around wrapping your arms around yourself and you know he sees it. Your mind starts racing. He thinks you’re a failure. He wants to give up on you. He doesn’t want to deal with you anymore.

He gets up and takes a step closer, you take a step back. Not ready for the comfort, the consoling, the pity party to ensue. He grabs you before you can get too far away.

“You're an amazing momma. Don’t sell yourself short!”

“Hold on,” You start to remove yourself from him, “I need to get the hamburger out for supper tomorrow.”

He furrows his brows letting you go and sighs, “Will you sit down, please?”

Reluctantly you sit down and your mind starts racing and panicking again. Why does he want me to sit? Why did he sigh? Is he mad at me? Did I do something wrong?

The baby monitor goes off and you start to get up again

“Stop, sit. I got this. Stay here.”

So you sit. You sit at the kitchen table with your mind spiraling and wondering what to expect next. Can he change the diaper? Can he make the bottle if the baby needs feeding? Can he soothe the baby to go back to sleep? What does the baby need?

You hear the crackle of the monitor

“Momma is so tired, isn’t she? She needs a break sometimes. She takes such good care of you while I’m at work.“ the baby starts to wail louder, that must be the getting diaper changed cry, “Oh yes, I know mi vida, it’s so cold and momma does it better but daddy is here and can do it too.” Low and behold you are correct!

The baby stops crying. Soothed for now. Who knows how long it’ll be before they’re awake again. Frankie comes back to the kitchen.

“Mi amor, we should get to bed.”

You nod while he grabs the baby monitor then your hand, in a daze you let him lead you to the bedroom. He helps you change your clothes for the first time in three days. Frankie grabs your brush, he gently brushes til the knots are out of your hair and he puts it in a bun the way you like. He grabs you around the waist and guides you into the bed. Laying there together, he’s whispering words of praise to you, “Eres hermosa, you’re a good momma, you’re perfecto for me and our baby” placing soft kisses to your neck with each phrase, and then you hear his soft snoring. With silent tears falling down your face you finally start to drift off to sleep, you suddenly remember you forgot the hamburger meat. You try to move but with Frankie’s warmth and tight grip surrounding you you easily give up, guess there is always tomorrow.

#pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal fanfiction #frankie morales #frankie catfish morales #reader fic #i’m new to this #be kind #white girl doing Spanish #angst #comfort #fanfic writing #fanfiction #fanfic #fluff #pedro pascal #y/n fics

[konnorhasapen]

I HAD AN IDEA AND NOW I AM EXERCISING THAT IDEA

ASSIGNING EACH LISTENER AN EXOTIC PET AND ALSO NAMING THAT PET

I think this may have turned into an oc thing💀

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Lasko's listener: I just established the other day that they own an axolotl named Cella (that Freelancer is hellbent on calling "Celery" and Huxley loves her ((the axolotl))sm) and this is canon to me now. They also have a Chinese water dragon named Lotus bc I said so :)

Freelancer: do rats count as an exotic pet?? (Google says they do-) They named her Gribby. This is also canon to me.

Angel: they 100% have a sugar glider named Goblin (and David is terrified of him.) They want a fennec fox and they will get a fennec fox and they will name her Deedee. Short for Speed Demon.

Baabe: snake. They own a snake and they named her Rory and Asher loves her to death.

Sweetheart: chameleon. His name is Karma and he and Aggro are besties to the max.

Darlin': a fucking raccoon. Or a badger. Either one named Cujo.

Lovely: they own a bat named Valentina.

Bright Eyes: also owns a rat, but they didn't him Remi. They couldn't remember the rat's actual name so instead they ended up naming him fuckin Ratatouille💀

Starlight: albino ferret albino ferret albino ferret and she's named Carina :)

Seer Obscura: literally owns a barn owl named Tiresias.

Cutie: they have a couple mice they named Allen and Atlas.

Honey: iguana named Geechee, but he also responds to the name Bee for some odd, unknown reason (*cough* Guy-)

Warden: snake. Burmese python. I feel like they would want to name her, but wouldnt know what to name her, so they'd settle for Mesii (to base it slightly off "burmese")

Mentor/Baby: four ferrets. Four ferrets that are specifically named Inky, Blinky, Pinky, and Clyde.

Smartass: they have a bearded dragon named Ivy and she vibes with Aaron.

Sunshine: they have chinchilla siblings named Nimbus and Nebula :3

Anton's listener: they have 2 tree frogs named Mika and Aivo, and a chinchilla named Seria (I like my chinchillas, okay?? I've always wanted one-)

James' listener: hedgehog named Morose and he's the cutest little baby James has ever laid his eyes on.

Asset: they found a mouse in the vents one time and they've kept it ever since. They named her Thias. They like to show Thias to Anton. Anton likes to see Thias(Thias reminds him of Seria). They have also introduced Thias to Brian. Brian also likes Thias. Most of the people working with/on Asset know Thias.

Precious: they aren't allowed to own a pet. Because owning a pet means giving their love and affection and attention to someone other than Regulus.

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Bonus Bits!

Damien: ...Freelancer, I think you have rats.

FL: huh?? Oh, no, that's just Gribby.

Damien: *petting Gribby* who names a pet "Gribby"?

FL: I do. Oh- don't touch her left back leg.

Damien: why? Is she hurt?

FL: I got her checked out first few times it happened, but they said nothin' was wrong.

Damien: then why..?

FL: she just starts screaming.

Damien: what.

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David: Angel, I'm—

Goblin, who escaped his habitat: *zooms up the fridge and soars straight towards David, landing on his face and getting comfy on his head*

Angel: Goblin, where'd you go!? Oh! Aww! He loves you!

David: *frozen with fear*

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Sam: Darlin'?

Darlin': hm?

Sam: why's there a raccoon/badger on your kitchen counter?

Darlin': that's Cujo.

Sam: ...Cujo was-

Darlin': "mEhMeHmEhMeH cUjO wAs a dOg tHoUgH" let me name my trash panda/rage skunk whatever tf I want.

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Vincent: you got a pet bat?

Lovely: yeah! I wanted to name her Vincent as well, but then I thought you might get confused, so I went with Valentina instead! ^-^

Vincent: *teary-eyed* you wanted to name her after me??

Vincent: ...wait- you thought I'd get confused-

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Vincent: did you buy a rat?

Bright: I found it in the trash can and he's mine now.

Vincent: o..kay. Does he have a name?

Bright: um, duh. Anyone who owns a rat and doesn't name it Ratatouille is committing an actual crime against humanity.

Vincent: ...hold on.., wasn't the... wasnt the rat's name Remi?

Bright: ...

Vincent: ... I-

Bright: y'know what Vincent?

Vincent: wha-

Bright: shut the fuck up.

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Chat: you have a pet!??

Honey: yeah *fetches Geechee from his habitat* His name's Geechee

Chat: YOU HAVE A PET LIZARD!?!?

Honey: iguana*. Anyway, this is Geechee, but I've noticed he also responds to the name "Bee" and I have some speculations as to why that is.

Guy, in chat: I haven't the slightest clue what you could possibly be talking about.

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Baby: I found these poor little guys in a box thrown in a trash can.

Ollie: OHMYGOD CAN WE KEEP THEM? HAVE YOU NAMED THEM SO WE CAN KEEP THEM??

Baby: yes, we're keeping them and no, I haven't named them yet.

Ollie: ..suggestion?

Baby: I suppose.

Ollie, immediately: Inky Blinky Pinky and Clyde!

Baby: *sigh* goddamnit, those are gold.

Ollie: Inky Blinky Pinky and Clyde?

Baby: *nods* Inky Blinky Pinky and Clyde.

Ollie: YES!

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Asset: hi Marcus!

Marcus: jEsus chRIst- you scared me half to-...

Marcus: what do you have?

Asset: I found someone!

Marcus: you... found someone..?

Asset: *opens their hands to show a petite lil mousey* I've decided to name her.

Marcus: oh- y-yeah? And.. what did you...name her..?

Asset: Thias!

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Asset: good evening, Anton.

Anton: good evening

Asset: Thias says hello, too!

Anton, with a tired but genuine smile: hello and good evening to you as well, Thias.

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This was fun. I had much fun. This was so much fun :3

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted listeners #im mot going to list every fucking listener on here #that would take ages #I'll tag a few ig #redacted angel #redacted baabe #redaxted sweetheart #redacted darlin #redacted honey #redacted starlight #redacted shaw pack #redacted solaire clan #redacted the balance #redacted project meridian #redacted sovereign state #redacted carpe deus #redacted cutie

[sgiandubh]

Would you know anything about the bedbugs infestation in Paris ? Is it as bad as the media says it is ?

Thank you 😊

Dear (returning?) Paris Anon,

At least I suppose it's you. 'Bedbug Anon' was a bit cheeky, to be honest.

Well, yes. I do know a thing or two about it. I even just re-watched a very popular and well-informed French talk show (C dans l'air) which spoke at length about it on October 2 (suit yourself, if you understand French: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xKUizY5ek5A) - this explains my belated answer. It was, as usually, a most entertaining and insightful inquiry on what is now not only the latest wave of collective hysteria, but also a very serious political French affair (everything is political, in France).

For a more entertaining, yet alarming Anglo-Saxon POV, check The Cut's cheeky correspondence from Paris Fashion Week (https://www.thecut.com/2023/10/snug-as-a-bedbug-in-a-high-fashion-rug.html). I couldn't help but wonder if C dutifully left her suitcase outside or put her white Panda shirt in the freezer, just to be on the safe side, like all the American fashionistas recommended (see article above).

With French topics, I have a infallible rule of thumb: if it made it to the media, then it's bad enough and you should multiply the effect at least by 2, just to have an idea. It is a dire straits moment for France, when they are expecting to be submerged by hundreds of thousands of tourists, lured in by the Olympics: national pride is at stake. So this is why they invited an entomologist and two medical school professors at that talk-show: to explain the traumatized masses even Cleopatra had bed bugs (I kid you not and only in France) and that it has nothing to do with the lack of hygiene. Mysteriously, no other rationale was brought forth, but I would guess it has to do with the inflation of wallpaper that plagues all the bourgeois French apartments (those spaces perfectly fit to entertain people, but inept for comfortable living). Bed bugs just love wallpaper and upholstery, for some mystifying reason.

Since you asked at your own risk, I am afraid you have to put up with my logorrhea and allow me to shortly explain you something about French attitude to hygiene. Some people (Americans, especially) are horrified by what sometimes is a nonchalant approach to it, but I don't really mind and I don't find French people repugnant at all (God forbid!). But it is true that instead of 'cleanliness is next to godliness', French kids heard for centuries things like ' l'eau pique' (water stings). Jamie and Claire's Paris was not its lionized book and series avatar: it was a pigsty, where people routinely threw their chamber pots either in the Seine river or just haphazardly in the open street sewage running under their windows. So much so, that this is why the Sun King chose to flee from (bed bug) infested Louvre Palace and chose to repair and expand his father's old hunting lodge at Versailles, with the result we all know.

Not that Versailles was any better, hygiene-wise: Gabaldon's descriptions are correct, but they do not measure up with the brutal and hilarious honesty of the Princess Palatine. A rotund, plain but witty woman, Liselotte von der Pfalz (the sister-in law of the Sun King, no less) wrote (in French) absolutely wonderful letters to her German relatives. And I do remember howling when I happened to stumble upon things like : 'oh, in Versailles, just about everyone shits just about everywhere, without a single care in the world' (I am quoting from memory, but the idea is very accurate).

Along came two (contemporary) men. Louis Pasteur whose germ (Jamie's wee beasties) theory of diseases radically changed the public health game in France, aside from discovering the cure for rage. And the Baron Haussmann, who razed all the (bed bug) infested Medieval Paris neighborhoods, plus re-introduced underground sewage (tout à l'égoût) to France. And built many of the supremely elegant avenues and boulevards that are the real pride, joy and soul of that strange, annoying and beautiful city I deeply love and know like the back of my hand.

So you see, Anon, the pain, the shame and the struggle are real.

I hope I didn't make you dizzy. Don't forget to tell us if you liked Paris and don't be a stranger.

#Anon

[chocolatechimsugakookie2]

My headcanons about each 4*Town member 😜

Jesse

Full name: Jesse Coleson Smith

Born and raised in San Francisco

Birthday: July 1

Age: 22

Height: 6’2

Only speaks English, but knows some German because of his grandmother.

Is learning Korean mainly because of Tae

Has an older sister (24)

Graduated high school early at age 17 which is also the age he had his kids.

Once he graduated early, he started going to art school.

Left art school to debut in 4*Town

Fears: hates snakes, and not knowing what is going on with his kids

Favorite food/snack(s): cheeseburgers, Oreos, kiwi, steak, MACAROONS, Hershey bars (with almonds), nachos, and etc.

Makes amazing burgers! He is very proud of his burger making skills “Yo Jess! Put some burgers on the grill!”

100% wears a “kiss the chef” apron for the shits and giggles

Cooking skills: 10/10

How scary when angry: 7/10 it truly depends on what happened to get a scary Jesse! He is the type to talked his anger out through gritted teeth

Played lacrosse

Good at American football

Can do more than pottery!! Makes great paintings

Good at surfing

Likes hiking and rock climbing

Pretty tech-savvy

Can play all types of guitars extremely well. Also the piano.

When he makes decisions or say certain things that shows he can be the mature oldest or just talking in general, the members say things like “yes father”. “okay dadddd”. “Father Jess is at it again”. “He swear he somebody’s dad”

Plays video games like a religion with Tae and Aaron T (sometimes all the member)

Likes giving the members ugly/stank looks just for fun

Favorite animals are elephants and pandas

Road rage 9/10 baby is a slight honker and yeller!!when it happens it’s surprising every time to the members because they don’t expect it. “I had the fucking right of way you damn dumbass!!” “CHOOSE A FUCKING LANE”

Not lactose, but prefers Almond milk (like me🙂)

Nicknames: Jess, old man, gramps, Mr. Dilf, Uncle Jesse, Nick Carter (Aaron T’s lil joke), and etc.

Robaire

Full name: Robaire Louis Beaumont

Born and raised in Toronto

Would go back and forth to France

Birthday: March 12

Age: 20

Height: 5’11

Speaks French, Haitian Creole, and English.

Mom: Haitian, Dad: from Lyon, France

A younger brother (16), and a older brother (23)

Fears: he thinks he will never find actual love and trypophobia

Favorite food/snack(s): chicken Alfredo/shrimp Alfredo, COOKIES, peaches, hibachi, Red velvet cake,  snickers, Reeses, and etc.

There is not a day when Ro doesn’t say “can we go get some cookies or something”

Makes a great variety of pastas.

Will make a small dish of spaghetti ever now and then because T lovessss spaghetti “Ro! Hey Ro! My favorite homie! Did you know you’re like the best in the group!!” “Yeahhh mhmm, what do you want from me?” “……..Can you make me spaghetti”

Cooking skills rated 8.5/10

How scary when angry 8/10 kind of like Jesse, it depends on what happened to get scary Ro, but will have no problem going off

Can play rugby

Good at American football

Is pretty decent at painting

Ran track

Good at piano and an acoustic guitar

Sometimes is Aaron Zs workout buddie

When it’s time to be the leader the members do take him serious; however, when he is just talking and says the “I am being serious” nobody ever takes him serious! Especially with the facial expressions he makes.

Like going for walks to clear his mind

Flips off Z just for the hell of it

Favorite animals are probably giraffes and lions

Road rage: 5/10 he is more of a “come on man!”

Nicknames: Ro, Bear (Baire), RoRo, bitch (from Aaron Z of course), big shot, and etc.

Aaron T

Full name: Aaron Diego Alejandro Juan Torrez

Born in New Jersey (had a big fight deciding on choosing either Arizona, Miami, or The Bronx)

Moved to Florida when he was 7, but moved back to Jersey at 10.

Birthday: October 30

Age: 19

Height: 5’11

Loves holding that he is two months older over Zs head

Speaks Spanish and English

Mom: Colombian Dad: Mexican

Has a twin younger sister and brother (17) and two older sisters (23) and (25)

Fears: he is afraid of losing memories and what lurks in the dark.

Favorite food/snack(s): SPAGHETTI, pocky, twizzlers, mangoes, kit-kats, Takis, s’mores, beef jerky, honey buns (specifically the big ones from like vending machines not little debbie)

Will go to the gas station at anytime to get a bag of takis

Cooking skill 9/10 is actually a really great cook if he doesn’t make a mistake and causes a fire!

Can make a variety of great Hispanic dishes that he mainly learned from his momma and some his dad

The members was scared when it was T’s turn to cook for the first time, but that quickly vanished when they saw how good he actually is, “wow… this actually looks good”, “damn T I am impressed”, “whoaaaa this actually taste good”, “you sure you didn’t buy takeout and set it up nicely?”

How scary when angry: 9/10 now I see T as a guy who does not like confrontation or any negative conflict that comes!! However, hitting the wrong buttons you will get a smart mouth T especially when it comes to ignorant interviewers! When T is angry he switches languages every second and the words are never kind. He sometimes gets the “I am pissed” tears running down, so yeah he mad mad

Has ADHD

Amazing at drums and keyboard

Mens gymnastics

Can play soccer and Baseball

Likes doing parkour

Loves swimming

Amazing at skateboarding (dude literally owns every type of board! Long board, penny board, etc)

Gets scolded by Everyone except Tae when he does flips in the house. (Tae is the one who eggs him on to do them)

Road rage: 10/10 mans is cussing like a damn sailor, flipping people off, and honking the horn like a clown. Afterwards he continues driving calmly with a smile like it never happened “THAT WAS SOME FUCKING BULLSHIT BRO” “PENDEJO” “HOW YOU EVEN GET A DAMN LICENSES” “Me personally, I don’t mind hitting people🙂”

Favorite animals: Capybaras, wolves, dogs, and flamingos

Nicknames: Ron, Taaron, Aaron number 1, Ronnie, ugly (from Jesse), Diego, etc.

Aaron Z

Full name: Aaron Zao

Born and raised in Houston Texas

Birthday: December 18

Age 19

Height: 6’5

speaks Mandarin and English

Mom: Black, Dad: Chinese

A younger sister (5), and an older brother (23)

Fears: The Ocean. Don’t get confused the boy loves the beach and swimming! He just thinks about how no one really knows much about the ocean and what’s truly in it and the fact on how deep it goes.

Favorite food/snack(s): Seafood Boil, PANCAKES, Cap’n Crunch, Slim Jim’s, Gatorades, chocolate milk, Takis, BBQ chips, granola bars, hi-chews, and etc

He lovesss a good seasoned seafood boil!! He has expensive but good taste 😌

Cooking skills: 7.5/10

Now Z can grill like a boss, similar to Jesse but more on the other meats than burgers. Can make amazing lo mein, fried rice, egg rolls, etc, He can cook seafood, but he doesn’t cook often so that’s why it’s a 7.5. “Z…” “no” “wait Please” “what” “I just wanted some egg rolls 🥹” “ you know how to make them too bruh” “please” “…fine”

BIG pancake fan!!! Especially when Jesse or Robaire makes them!! 🤌🏾✨chefs kiss

Jesse: What do y’all want for breakfast?

Tae: I think we should have-

Z: Pancakes😐

Tae: …

Tae: I said I think we should have-

Z: pancakes😑

T: well I want waffles

Z: *death stare*

T: *gulps*

Ro: I guess we’re having pancakes then

How scary when angry: 10/10 I’m telling you the looks he gives when he is mad is a look no one wants! He will be calm with that look which means he is over and done! When he is yelling he will say shit that hurts and cuss up a storm

Amazing at basketball

Will play One on one with any member and break their ankles

Also good at track

Goes for morning jogs/run with a different member almost every morning

Plays acoustic and piano

Also can do a few flips! Learned them to add to his dance moves

He is really good at drawing and gets kind of shy when people tell him

Loves Nike

Loves driving his car at night (gets scolded for it though)

Will play Video games if he has time

Road Rage: 6/10 he is a “yo man what the fuck you doing” “Hit the damn car! I dare you” “carry yo punk ass on” “get out the street with yo Jay-walking ass”

Favorite animal: Rhinos, Dinosaurs, Hawks, and cheetahs.

Nicknames: Air, Zaaron, Michael Jordan (From Tae), Jack the skeleton (everyone), Tree-man, stone, and etc.

Taeyoung

Full name: Choi Taeyoung (in Korea you write the last name first incase someone doesn’t know😁)

Born and Raised in Daegu, Korea

Lived in Seoul from age 10-12

Birthday September 20 (Virgo power✨)

Age: 18

Height 5’10 (he will be 6’0 when he is 21)

Speaks Korean and English

Has an older brother (27)

Tae is an uncle because his brother has a 3 year old son

Fears: ending up alone and heights (even tho he loves roller coasters)

Favorite food/snack(s): Tteok-bokki, French fries, CAKE, pocky, cherries, strawberries, kimchi fried rice, fried chicken, churros, Bibimbap, and etc.

“Is someone one’s birthday come up?” “No” “Not that I know of” “I don’t think so man” “No why?” “Just wanted an excuse to buy cake” “oh” “I’m going to buy it anyway though🤷🏻‍♂️”

Cooking skills 100/10

Tae is an amazing cook specifically with Korean dishes!!

His specialties are definitely Samgyeopsal, Tteok-bokki, Gimbap, kimchi, and Bulgolgi. “Hey Tae do you mind doing Korean Bbq for dinner? Jesse said he’ll help.” “Yeah! I got y’all”

Exceptional at piano

Great at soccer

Pretty good at American football which shocked everyone

Extremely tech-savvy this man can hack things I swear 

Started painting his nails because he like how cool the rockstars looked with it

Wont hesitate to talk about someone in Korean

Was training to be in a K-pop group at age 11-12 but begged his parents to let him audition for the boy group he heard his peers talking about in California

Self taught himself English! started at the age of 10 He became fully fluent by age 13

He still had a accent while speaking til age 15 but now it comes and goes

Use to call the other members hyung a lot by accident when they first met, but they gotten use to it so he sometimes still does it (hyung is what a younger male would call an older male who’s either is his actual brother or is like his brother (as in close friends).

Loves video games

How scary when angry: 11/10 Please do not underestimate the youngest! He will tell someone off in a hot minute and keep a grudge until he feels like it (only if you really did him dirty). Yes he is a very sweet boy but making him mad is not something to play with because he will mean every word he says! Don’t test his patience he has a 3 strike warning.

Road Rage: 7.5 he is quite the shit talker! “I will run over you”. “널 때리는 걸 망설이지 않을 거야, 멍청아.” “THE LIGHT IS GREEN WOMAN”. “바보”

Favorite animals: Birds! Specifically Doves and Peacocks, cats, dogs, tigers, bears, basically all animals at this point.

Nicknames: Tae, Chef Boyardee (from T), Tae-Tae, Youngie, Gremlin (everyone), ankle biter (Jesse), and etc.

#4 town #4town headcanons #4town aaron z #4town robaire #4town aaron t #4town jesse #4town taeyoung #4 town headcanons #4town #4townie #4 townie #4town imagines

[sastiel-is-my-serotonin]

Imagining Team Free Will 2.0 having a minecraft server just for them. Sam runs it. And it's on easy. Sam's decision after some quit rages... Nearly put it on peaceful.

And Dean's the reason they had to disable tnt, and fire. Castiel is partially the problem too. With getting annoyed with things and just blowing them up. Occasionally, the group agrees they should use tnt, for certain things, but most of the time it's off.

Sometimes it goes on peaceful when Dean tries to spawn a bunch of withers on people's bases. Or builds. He asks why he can't blow everything up and Sam reminds him he can do that on a world of his own but Dean says it's not the same thing.

Sam wouldn't mind it if he didn't always target Jack's builds. Which he spends a lot of time on. So, no ammo for Dean.

Castiel likes to wander a lot. Are they good at staying alive? No. They are not. But it's okay. They have fun trying to find every animal in the game and bringing it back over to their base.

Sam dabbles in everything, building, mining, farming, goofing around. He's not the best at any of them, youtube tutorials are his best friend. But he's having fun.

Dean grinds to try and be op, but it doesn't matter when he dies and loses his stuff a lot. So he grinds a lot. Sometimes going into others Bases and trying to steal/get rid of their op items. He fails a lot since ender chests. He likes to try and combat Sam but often loses, being bad at PVP. Unless he catches Sam off guard on low health, he loses.

Jack is the best builder. Who will pretty much do anything for specific blocks or items for them. He watches a lot of minecraft videos and gets inspired by them. He's the one who ends up knowing a lot of random minecraft trivia and tricks because of that.

He has the best gear and tools just to help him. He's the one who beat the ender dragon for wings to fly but also chorus fruit for end rods. He's the not careful one in the game, but has the best luck and skill to avoid death.

There's been times where Sam will log off, both Castiel and Jack on, and when he wakes up and logs back in, they're still on.

Dean would probably have a random skin he found online, most likely a random girl skin because he thinks it's funny.

I am cracking up at the idea of Castiel using a mumbo jumbo skin because of the suit. Just taking the mustache off and calling it a day. (even better if the mustache stays lol)

Sam and Jack. I'm unsure of what skins they'd have. I think Jack would get like a onesie type of skin. Like a panda one or something.

Sam probably would try and get a skin that looks like him, I think.

If any of them were to make their own skin it would be Jack. Maybe Sam. I think Castiel would try but not like the process. Dean doesn't even bother entertaining that idea.

Also, Jack would love the sniffer. And has a house full of pets.

Those are my minecraft thoughts with spn.

#I am tired and going to bed #Maybe I'll write something about this one day and what happens when they allow others to join #Maybe #I don't know what I'm saying so I going to sleep #sam winchester #castiel #dean winchester #jack kline #sastiel #samstiel #team free will 2.0

[ssplague]

Chapter 14

Masterlist

Trigger warnings:

Sex, manipulation, toxic relationships, yandere, romanticized abuse, verbal abuse, degradation, Narcissistic family, mental illness/instability, delusional thinking, drug use leading to inevitable abuse, hallucinations, gas lighting, fractured psyche, co-dependency, enabling

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The formatting is all types of fucked on this chapter so please ignore that.

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“How could you just forget to mention this to me, hah? Am I not important enough to tell?!”

It’s Friday morning; Katsuki’s following you down the walkway leading from the dorms, berating you the entire way towards his mother’s car. When you’d woken up this morning and he noticed you weren’t getting ready for class, you remembered that you hadn’t mentioned volunteering to be In Haori’s showcase. So naturally once you told him, he blew up, calling Mitsuki and yelling at her too, “Call and and excuse me from school today because I’m not staying here all day while she’s out without me, and blah blah blah !”.

Getting yelled at like this was so humiliating; All you could do was clench your teeth and keep your eyes down as he continues raging beside you.

“Who else knew before me? Did you tell that bastard the other day you snuck off with him?! I can’t believe you, I thought we were passed this kind of shit?! How could you lie to me and make me look so stupid?!”

Mitsuki glances up from her phone when she hears the familiar snarling of Katsuki. You are obviously upset, and the fact that her son is very publicly berating you irks her; That isn’t something to be done in front of other’s. You open the front passenger’s side door and get in, slamming it with more force then necessary. Katsuki gets in the back directly behind you, still going on his tangent.

“-Thought you were going to be better for me and-“

“What the hell is going on?!”

The sudden shout from his mother has the boy visibly cringing, clenching his teeth.

“Who the fuck told you that it was okay to be treating your girlfriend like this in public? Screaming at her while following her down the side walk, I know I didn’t fucking raise you to act like some run of the mill thug off the street Katsuki!”.

“She lied to me! She didn’t even tell me about what was happening today until we woke up this morning-“

“I told you I had forgotten to mention it! I wasn’t purposefully hiding anything from you!” Your voice cracked as you place your head in your hands “I already said I was sorry, promised I wouldn’t let it happen again!”.

“That’s not good enough! How do I know-“

Taking advantage of the fact you couldn’t see her; Mitsuki turns slightly and the way she looks at Katsuki is enough to silence him immediately. You try to keep your sobs quiet but they are loud enough to drown out the whispered; “You and I are going to have a talk when she goes inside”.

Glaring at Katsuki one last time, she immediately sets to doing damage control with you; “Are you okay sweet heart? If you don’t want him to come he doesn’t have too” she says quietly, gently rubbing your back.

“No, I want him to come, I want him to be proud of me like last time” you reply shakily, lifting your head up and whiping your face “A lot’s been going on and it just slipped my mind to tell him, I was going to on that same night we went out to dinner but then…”.

“He insulted your hard work?” The older woman supplied as she pulls away from the school. You nod glumly, and Katsuki starts up again “I did not! I said it was good for a beginner-“

“You might has well of said you hated it!” You snap and his mother chimes in once more, “Katsuki, obviously y/n very much cares for your opinion on certain things, your words are important to her! So you can’t just spout off at the mouth all the Fuckin’ time and hurt her feelings!”. You finally smile, feeling vindicated and Katsuki just huffs in response.

By the time you reach the venue, you aren’t as upset anymore. You notice that the other two haven’t gotten out of the car after you, then the window rolls down. “Go ahead and go inside sweetie, the two of us need to have a chat about some things” says Mitsuki, making sure to not give you any inkling that something may be wrong, “We’ll be sitting right there in the front row, so you’ll be able to see us as soon you walk out ”.

“Okay, see you inside!” You reply turning to leave, and noticing a familiar figure walking a ways ahead, just the person you wanted to see “Anastasia wait up!”. The girl looks over her shoulder and once realizing it’s you she stops, waiting for you to catch up with her,”Morning!”. “Good Morning to you too, seems like you have a lot more life in you than at the rehearsal eh?” She says giving you a wink. “Well yeah, that’s kinda what I wanted to talk to you about…” you say sheepishly. “Lets wait till once we go to get dressed, that way no one will overhear us” she says, opening up the side door of the building.

There’s only about a handful of models, but the back rooms are abuzz with people hurrying back and forth or yelling out instructions to one another. You follow closely behind your friend, assuming she knew where you two needed to go. Walking into a room with bright lights and a few other girl’s and guys talking, while different people work on their hair and make up. As soon as you two sit down, people surround you and start working on your individual looks.

“Who the hell is that she’s talking too?!” Katsuki starts trying to roll down his window but is thwarted by his mother putting the child locks on “Hey the fuck did you do that fo-“. Mitsuki takes a deep breath in, making sure you were out of sight before back handing an unexpecting Katsuki, “Are you a FUCKING IDIOT?!” She shrieks at him. Momentarily stunned he just glares back at her, “Seriously, how fucking stupid can you be? Does nothing I say permeate that thick skull of your’s?!”.

“Hit me again and see what happens you old Bi-“

*SMACK* “Shut the fuck up! *SMACK* and open your fucking ears *SMACK* because I should only ever have to tell you this once! *SMACK* WATCH WHAT THE FUCK YOU SAY TO HER! Do you want her to leave you again?! Throw you away once she realizes the weak willed, worthless, brat you really are?! Well do you?!”.

Doing his best to try and block some of the blows raining down on him, Katsuki snarled back “IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!”.

“What’s it going to be when you push her too far?! Pull yourself together for fucks sake! You’ve grown up seeing how sensitive your father can be, the two of them are extremely alike in a lot of ways, once you’ve got her locked down you can afford to make mistakes, but before then you have to make Sure you watch yourself Katsuki! Do you understand me?!” Two identical pairs of red eyes bore into each other’s, unrelenting, neither pair willing to give into the urge to blink the stinging sensation away. Eventually, the younger one is first to relent; Glancing off to the side with a growl, briefly closing his eyes, re-opening them once he speaks. “I heard you…I’ll make sure I do a better job with handling her from here on out, alright?” He says it softly, this reserved tone isn’t one ever used while in his mother’s presence. Guilt begins to weigh on her heart as the boy begins rubbing the sting out of his cheek. However, Mitsuki isn’t done being stern with him just yet; “Make sure you do, because I’m tired of having to manipulate her as a result of your shortcomings! The poor thing is so sweet, she doesn’t even seem to notice…she’s too focused on trying to make things right, to make up for the hurt she caused you…it makes me feel fucking terrible”.

The two of them sit in silence for a couple minutes more, surprisingly Katsuki once again breaks it; “Someone she hung around with back when…When we broke up…That Fuckin’ Todoroki kid, wanted her, I know he did…and ever since we met up with y/n and Mirko during patrol with Endeavor, that bastards been trying to make some sort of effort to probably try and win her over…to take her from me…So thinking she’d started lying to me about anything…even if it didn’t necessarily have anything to do with him…I just lost it”.

“Well he isn’t better than you is he? Could he possibly be a more worthy suitor for someone as special as she is?” His mother already knew the answers to her questions; Confidence that was borderline arrogant was what she’d instilled in her boy. So much insecurity never looked good on him, and it vanished as soon as his mouth opened again, “Of course not! He couldn’t beat me before and he sure couldn’t now!”.

“Then you shouldn’t be worried, tell him to stay away from her, or tell her to stay away from him, she seems to listen to you” when Katsuki doesn’t respond, motherly intuition signals he’s thinking about getting down on himself again, so Mitsuki reaches backwards to ruffle his hair, “Y/n told me she wanted to be with you forever you know?”. He instantly perks up, so she continues; “She also mentioned how important it is for her to be your perfect partner”.

“You aren’t screwing with me are you?” Katsuki’s eyes are narrowed and he scowls at the thought. “I wouldnt ever lie to you about something to do with y/n, I will promise you that…and I shouldn’t have hit you like I just did…I was out of line…I just wanted you to realize how important what I was telling you was…I know I shouldn’t be so hard on you, but I don’t want you to fail to achieve your dream, or lose someone so special, and I never want to hear you sound so broken, and as lost as you had been when she left” Mitsuki stops herself before she gets too choked up, her little boy was a man now, and she hadn’t even realized it. “That’s just how you and I are, I don’t hate you for it…You are an annoying hag sometimes but…I know you want me to be the best I can in everything I do, wether it be in my relationship or as a hero…Our family dynamic is fucked up but it’s getting better since she became apart of it” the faraway look appears in his eyes, a smile tugging at his lips before he follows up with “She just makes everything better…and doesn’t even realize it, like a puzzle that you finally found that last annoying piece to complete”.

“I always found it so agonizing but adorable how unaware your father could be of the way he effected me back then, but still to this day he’s what motivates me, and seeing him happy is the best thing in the world…Especially when it’s because of some small seemingly insignificant thing I’ve done…” normally the young man would roll his eyes or make a face whenever his mother spoke in any type of overly affectionate way about his father.

Something had been on his mind lately, and for the first time, Katsuki found himself wanting to hear the story of his parents earlier years; To see how things progressed towards where they were at now, and judge the tribulations they both endured against his own with you. Foregoing his pride, he asked his mother for her side of the story, and just as she was about to begin, it would unfortunately have to be told to him another time.

A familiar vehicle parked beside them, and his father was quick to get out. Seeing Mitsuki grab her things, Katsuki huffs and gets out of the back seat.

Masaru was suprised, but happy to see him, as always, “I didnt know you had today off son”. “I excused him, once he found out y/n wouldn’t be there, he decided he was coming along” his wife fills him in as she double clicks her key fob to ensure her vehicle was locked.

“I was suprised to see the two of you sitting out here together…” he tests the waters, waiting to see what kind of mood each one of the blonde’s were in.

“Just having a mother to son talk, nothing to worry about dear” Mitsuki smiles at him and it remained in place even once her eyes were on Katsuki again. “Yeah pops, we can get along sometimes, ya know? When it’s important that is” Katsuki’s normal scowl didn’t seem as deep as it usually is, something was different between his wife and son. Masaru had an inkling of exactly what might have began to somewhat mend the damaged relationship between them.

Or should he say; He knew exactly who to thank for this unforeseen but exceedingly welcome, new development.

“-It was incredible, like I’d never felt that emotionally in touch with him before…” you finished your explanation to the girl next to you, suddenly embarrassed “Sorry if that was uh..too much information?”. Anastasia merely throws her head back and laughs “Well at any rate I’m glad that they were able to help you, especially with that last part…you want one right now?”. You nod your head eagerly and she pulls the same pink case from her bag, shaking out two of those same white and blue speckled pills. Handing one to you, and saying “Cheers” before swallowing it. You do the same, and now that you’re both dressed and ready, a woman comes in to usher you both out.

This was a much smaller event than the first one you took part in; Although, it may have been smaller, your anxiety was still extra large. Being the head model, you have the responsibility of opening the show, and concluding it. So you would be the first and last face everyone saw; Leaving absolutely no room for stumbling, or god forbid falling!

“Hey, get outta your head, you’ll do great!”

You turn to look at Anastasia, she laces her fingers through your’s as you two are placed in your respective positions in line, “Let’s kill it!”. Her cheerful optimism is infectious and has excitement building in your chest, “Yeah!”.

After all the strutting, smirking, smiling, and five lightning speed outfit changes (One directly after another) later, you were relieved to finally be zipped into your sixth and final outfit. The head model gets one outfit more than everyone else and it was something grand enough to end the event with that was for sure. At first glance it was a tight looking silk dress, ultra high slits that began at the top of each hip on either side allowed the material to swish along dramatically with each of your movements. The real exciting end was the two out of sight buttons that you fastened mid-strut that showed of the skin tight body suit the skirts that now billowed behind you in a sleek cape that made you look like the ultimate femme fatale from some erotic spy movie. Feeling ultra confident you managed to execute this exciting little spin that had your cape swirling around you and the audience applauded as well as “Ooooh’d” & “Awwwd” over your exciting commencement to the showcase.

Those little speckled pills were truly magical ✨

Soon as you came around the curtain backstage a few of the other girl’s rushed toward you.

“You looked so incredible out there!”

“How did you manage to pull that off girl?! Teach me!”

“Transistoning outfits are so hard to get down but you did it without a hitch!”

You thanked each one of them for their praise and encouragement before joining Anastasia on the walk back towards your guy’s fitting room.

Once inside and behind closed doors you both squealed excitedly, hyping each other up. After mutual compliments were exchanged the two of you began to change, carefully hanging up the delicate garments on there individual racks. As you turned around to address the other girl you notice she’s holding out the pink case towards you, “Take it, you wanted more right? There are eight of them in there”.

“How much do I owe you?” You ask, glancing around in search of your purse.

“Well that’s the thing…I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind doing me a favor?” the normally confident female asks, nervously twirling a lock of hair around her finger. “What kind of favor?” You ask, curiously observing her.

“I’ve been living here for about 9 months now, and I haven’t made any friends…Other than my roommate, I have no one to talk to or hangout with…She’s protective over me, I went through a lot before she helped me move over here…So I just think that if you would be willing to meet her, she’d be okay with me finally having a friend…” she finally looks you in the eye once she’s finished speaking, and you see the sparkles of hope dancing in her irises.

“Sure, I could meet her!”

“Really?! You wouldn’t mind?”

“Not at all, I mean…we’re friends now right?”

“We are!” She replied, happily nodding “My first friend I’ve made since I left home…”.

“You’ll have to tell me what your “home” was like…Where did you say you came from?” You asked, watching her gather her things together.

“Ah, I didn’t actually…I moved here from-“

The sudden loud pounding on the door made Anastasia jump in suprise, you rolled your eyes, offering a sheepish apology before the pounding turned into incessant knocking, “It’s my boyfriend, he’s impatient…and loud”.

“Ohhhh um okay” she laughs awkwardly “If you want to let him in, I don’t mind meeting him”.

“Give me your number, yeah?” You fished your phone from your bag as you hide the pill case inside it, handing the device off as you go to open the door. “Sorry, we were getting dressed” you mumble, stepping aside to allow Katsuki to enter. “This is my friend Anastasia” you gesture towards the brunette girl, “This is my boyfriend Katsuki Bakugou” you smile at him.

“Nice to meet you”

“Same”

An awkward second goes by and before you could think of something to say, an unfamiliar ringtone begins to blare across the room, “That’s my ride, I need to get going! Here’s your phone back, text me so I have your number okay? It was nice meeting you Bakugou! Bye!” your new friend gives you a half hug as she hurries out the door.

You blink as you watch her quickly disappear from sight, only to be taken by surprise as someone else appears in the doorway, “Mirko!”.

“Hey there!” Your mentor replies, signature grin in place, but lacking her usual hero outfit. It was strange to see her in such casual attire but you couldn’t help but compliment her “You look nice!”. “Nowhere near as nice as you did out there, you were awesome girl!” Her compliment is immediately followed up with a much too hard pat on the back that knocks the wind out of you, “Hey I knew I recognized you!”.

Bakugou raises an eyebrow as a finger is pointed inches from his face “Hah?”.

“Yep, you’re one of Endeavor’s boys! That quirk of your’s is impressive…You should come with y/n to my agency one of these days you have off, I’m sure #1 wouldn’t mind that much…Unless you don’t think you could keep up with us ladies?” She winks at your surprised expression.

Bakugou immediatly takes the bait, “I can too! I’ve got Tuesday and Thursday open next week so I’ll come both days! Then you can see what I can really do!” He says this with confident gusto, even drawing himself up to his full height and puffing his chest out. The pro smirks back at him, “I guess we’ll see about that then, y/n I’m changing your schedule around for next week, so come in on those two days instead, welp I guess I need to be getting back to it then…Excellent job today my kick ass little student, see you next week!” and with a wave she’s off. Leaving you blinking in confusion for the second time today.

The dressing room door shuts, and with the click of its lock, all the noise from outside is immediately silenced.

“Now that we’re finally alone…” Katsuki‘s gruff voice comes from directly behind you as his hands slide down your feminine curves and come to rest on your hips. Maintaining his firm grip on you, even when you turn around to face him with narrowed eyes.

You still weren’t over how he behaved this morning, and with his mother’s words of warning fresh in his mind; Katsuki was determined to fix it.

“I know I was acting irrational, and I had no right to raise my voice, or say those fucked up things to you…and I know it doesn’t excuse my behavior but when I thought about you possibly lying to me or purposefully hiding things…I got upset because…because…” he’d started off strong, but now that he was going to have to admit an insecurity, it tripped him up.

Here you unknowingly come to the rescue; “I wasn’t trying to hide anything from you…but I can see how it might have looked bad…So let’s just forgive each other and forget, okay? I hate fighting with you, I want us to have a good day!”.

Well, that was much easier than expected.

“Okay, I’m sorry”

“I’m sorry too”

After the apology exchange you look up at him expectantly, hopefully. That’s right! He still had more to say; “You did very well princess, the most graceful model on the runway, and the most gorgeous person in the entire venue, I’m extremely proud of my girl”.

“You’re not just telling me what you think I wanna hear, right?” You frown at the thought, doubt clouds your eyes.

“I’m being honest, but that last outfit…It pissed me off how all these extras were looking at you…your pretty face is something that can’t be hidden from their lust filled eyes, but your bouncing tits, curvaceous hips, and perfect thighs, those are supposed to be for my eyes only…you know what else is only for me baby?” This jealousy wasn’t an act, this possessive behavior was authentically Katsuki. The expressive crimson eyes are darkened, thin lips are set in lines that mix into something between a smirk and a scowl, two of the sexiest features that are undeniably Bakugou Katsuki.

This intensity leaves no room for dishonesty, not that your honest to a fault lover is capable of such devious misdeeds.

“I..I don’t…” you stutter nervously.

“Want me to show you, hah pretty baby? Need a demonstration of why this cute lil pussy belongs solely to me?” He rasps in your ear, fingers caressing the flimsy seam of your panties, threatening to slip beneath and feel the wetness you begin to secrete. “Yes…please” you gasp as the pad of his finger glides up your slit.

“Maybe later” he smirks before abruptly pulling away “Let’s go see if the old hag and pops are done blabbering, I’m hungry”. He’s already heading for the door before you let out a frustrated huff, grabbing your purse and giving the room a once over.

“What’s that you dropped?” Katsuki asks, gesturing towards a light purple envelope fluttering towards the floor.

“M’not sure” you bend down to pick it up, noticing your name neatly scribbled across the front. Opening the envelope, you see a check written out to you for an amount that has your eyes bulging.

“I need to find Haori, this has to be a mistake”.

“Babe slow down, what the hell?!”

Katsuki calls after you as you enter the larger part of the venue. About a handful of people are standing close to the stage; Three of them being Haori, Mitsuki, and Masaru. The group seemed to be engaged in some light hearted banter, some of them chuckling as you appear outside the circle. “Ah here she is, the girl that stole the show!” Haori reaches out towards you. “Im sorry to interrupt, but I need to talk to you about this” you show her the envelope and she frowns, “It’s not enough is it? I told my assistant to make it out for more, here I’ll write you a new-“. “No! It’s too much! I can’t accept this, please take it back” you try to hand her the envelope again. Everyone just stares at you for a minute, before the entire group starts to laugh, “Isn’t she just a treasure?”.

“I-I’m serious! I was just helping out for the sake of helping you! I couldn’t possibly…” you start to feel stupid, maybe this was a bad idea after all.

“It’s your’s, this is me thanking you for all your help” the silver haired woman pats you on the back before giving you a one armed hug “I might just have to steal her from you Mits, she’s just too adorable, isn’t she?”. The other people in the circle mumble In agreement, all smiles, including Masaru, but two identical looking blonde’s are not too happy at all. “Im just joking of course” Haori let’s you go and you smile sheepishly at her before moving between Mitsuki and Katsuki. The younger one placing his arm possessively around your waist, while the older one puts her hand gently on your shoulder to give it a good natured squeeze, both of them smiling at you.

“-I wish I could be confident like Suki and say I wasn’t nervous or anything but I was pretty worried at first! Once I put on the second outfit though I felt a lot better!” You were talking animatedly as you and the Bakugou family were seated on some fancy restaurant patio.

“It certainly didn’t show, you looked like an experienced professional! Reminded me of how you were all those years ago dear…” Masaru says, turning his attention back towards his wife. Mitsuki smirks at that, “Me too, I-“

“Reliving your better years now? Spare us the flashback” Katsuki interjects, clearly grumpy the food hadn’t arrived yet. “Do you have photos from that time? I’d love to see them” you ask, hoping to avoid another row between the temperamental duo.

“A couple of albums actually, next time you come to the house I’ll pull them out for you, the two of you could look through them together” Masaru is quick to follow your lead and steer the conversation into more favorable territory. Despite both of your efforts, the matriarch of the family still wanted to get her jabs in;

“Then we’ll have to pull out Katsuki’s albums too, so you can see what a sniveling little cry baby he was from infancy all the way up till middle school”.

You instantly reach out and grab the snarling boy’s hand, and began massaging it like you do when he’d overused his quirk. Thankfully it had the calming effect you’d hoped it would, even giving him that special smile as extra insurance, both actions making him deflate almost instantly.

If his parents weren’t here he would lean over and kiss you breathless.

So he used his free hand to gently rub your exposed thigh instead. The rest of the time at the restaurant was calm, and Katsuki was in a much better mood after he’d eaten. He was even willing to take a few goofy pictures with you while you waited for the two adults to finish.

What started off terrible, ended up being a fun and exciting day.

A/N: Fear not the drama is going to keep escalating from this point on!

#katsuki bakugou #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo x reader #yandere bnha #yandere bakugou #bnha x reader

[gale-gentlepenguin]

List of Pixar Protagonists and whether or not I can kick their ass

Flick from Bugs life: Yes. He is an ant, I am a man. Now if we were the same size, thats a different story. But I still think I got him beat

Marlon and Dori: They are fish. I would eat him for dinner.

Mike Wazowski: I wouldnt want to fight him, but I could beat his ass

Sully: No... He would rip me in half like a sheet of Paper

Woody and Buzz: If its a one v one no issue. I would probably so freaked out toys are alive I would smash them to pieces. But if they tag team I might get overwhelmed. I have seen the Toy story movies

Wall-e: I would not fight Wall-e. He is too cute. I would walk away.

Remy: If he gets on my head its over, but considering how easily he has been caught... I think I can take him

Mr.Incredible: No... f*** no. This is basically Hercules all over again.

Mrs.Incredible/Elastagirl: I stand no chance.

Lightning McQueen: He is a car and I have watched Man vs Car. Car always wins

Mater: He is really stupid. I could probably trick him into not fighting me. But if I gotta fight him no... I would probably get Tetanus anyway

Carl: I would beat that old man's ASS.

Russel: I would punt that child

Merida: No... I would not beat merida, she would riddle me with arrow wounds before I even got close

Joy: The concept of Happiness... I mean probably. Mainly because Riley was beating it most of the movie (Lol)

Arlo: He is a dinosaur... but he is a small dino... hmmm 60/40 on who would win that

Miguel: I could beat him up... but that movie already did so much to him I couldnt do it

Ian and Barley Lightfoot: No magic... I could beat them easy. With Magic.... no

Joe Gardner: He does seem scrawny... I think I could beat his ass

Luca: As long as we arent in the water I think he's an easy fight

Meilin lee: She can turn into a giant Red Panda... so no

Buzz lightyear (Light year) : Buzz is supposed to be a peak astronaut… but I will not lie. I would win because of my unyielding rage regarding the film he is in. I would BEAT HIS ASS

#pixar characters and whether I can beat them in a fight #pixar #gale talks

[nadiaparkappreciationweek]

WIP: "The Disappeared" by @dcbbw

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A submission by @dcbbw! WIP of a story that explores Nadia's thoughts, emotions and heartbreak, set during Steve's disappearance after the "breakup" at Ceder Rest (PM1 Ch6). Can't wait to see the full piece! 💖💖💖

Tagging @sazanes and @lizzybeth1986 for NPAD 2023!

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An unshowered, scowling Nadia Park greeted the Door Dasher wearing an oversized pink tee shirt that read: “Bitch, I AM the secret ingredient”, a pair of baggy sweatpants, and a huge purple chenille robe. A Captain America cape was tied around her waist and competed with the robe when it came to dragging the floor. She snatched the bags from his hands, pressed a $20 bill into his palm, and slammed the door.

The delivery guy stared stupidly at the closed door before muttering, “Yeah, fuck you too!” as he turned on his heel, headed for the elevator.

Nadia swung her front door open, bags of food still hooked onto her curled fingers. “DON’T MAKE ME RAGE PANDA YOUR ASS!” she threatened in a half-snarl, half-yell.

Before entering the waiting elevator car, the gangly guy half turned so she could see him flip her the bird. Nadia bit her lip, exhaled angrily, and slammed her door shut again.

Freakin’ people!

She set the bags of greasy goodness onto her coffee table, careful to move her newly opened bottle of Boones Farm strawberry wine out of harm’s way before flopping onto the sofa, her dark hair splayed against pastel-colored cushions. Her eyes stared around the normally bright and cheerful domicile; now all the lights and lamps were off, and the venetian blinds were closed, curtains pulled tightly against them despite it being 2pm on a Tuesday.

The condo was in complete disarray: Two weeks’ worth of everything was everywhere. Dirty laundry sat in piles in the living room, the kitchen, the hallway leading to the bedroom. The kitchen sink was piled high with dirty dishes; she would put them in the dishwasher, but that was full as well. Carryout boxes, empty wine bottles, and crumpled bags that once held potato chips threatened to spill out of the kitchen trash can.

A few of her earlier paintings, which had decorated the dining room accent wall two weeks ago, sat haphazardly on the floor; a large corkboard she had titled The Steve Tennyson Timeline hung there now, filled with photos, charts, and the letter.

For all of her charisma, competence, and creative talents, Nadia Park was, without fail, a hot mess in three instances: when she was drunk, in love, or grieving. And right now, she was all three.

Because of Steve.

The one who swore he would never hurt her. Hell, he was the first and only man who had actually read The Care and Keeping of Nadia Park, making annotations and highlighting what he considered to be the important parts.

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#nadia park #perfect match #nadiaparkappreciationday #npad #npad 2023 #dcbbw #content: fanfic #wip #love this insight into nadia post cedar rest!! #this depiction of her grief and suspicions and just...SO MANY QUESTIONS about why steve left #excited to see all that explored! #and it's always wonderful to see a reference to 'the care and keeping of nadia park' 😍😍😍😍

[glenglam324]

About me!! ୧ ‧₊˚ 🎐 ⋅

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Bio: I am an artist from the United States who prefers to keep their age a secret (tho if you want a hint: I am around 17-19 range). I draw many Wacky and interesting characters, I also created the series ‘Daniel Rage Comics’ by my self (and I am officially hiring people for help!).you might also remember me also from some fnf mods as a artist/animator like Trollge universe as a ex artist, Vs Greybill who’s runned by my ex (I left because he wanted to hire a pedo on the team and me and another artist left + he’s also a bit problematic), and lastly One Helluva Funkin Night as Milly and Moxxie concept sprites. I am a big sweet tooth and is still learning to cook, I live with my parents to help them out with bills and other stuff until I can move out and go to Greenland!. I am in multiple fandoms and I love to ship Ocs together as well as Canon x Oc and Canon x Canon. I only speak English, I use a translator but most of them makes no sense so I’m sorry if I don’t understand all.

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#fyp #carrd bios #bio

[whisker-biscuit]

The Lines We Cross: Chapter 20

A Perilous Ascent

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What is a home if not the first place you learned to run from?

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The shadow of the Kunlun Mountains shrouded everything and everyone as a car rolled to a stop at the entrance of a giant temple. From the driver’s seat, out stepped the Panda King, who surveyed the area for a long moment before moving to the back half of the car.

He paused with his hand on the door handle, bracing himself. Then he opened it.

A little gray blur came shooting out of the backseat, but King was faster. He caught the boy by the collar of his shirt and hauled him into the air as he flailed in a pitiful, desperate attempt to break free.

“Cease your behavior,” the Fiendish Five member said, staring down the struggling raccoon. When nothing changed, he shook him once in warning. “Cease, or I will make you cease.”

The young Cooper finally seemed to get the message, because he stopped trying to swing and kick at his captor’s arm. Instead, he glared at him with all the hate and hostility an eight-year-old could possibly hold.

The Panda King was well aware how deceptively large that amount could be.

“I am going to put you down now,” he told him, watching the way the child tensed in anticipation, “and we are going to walk inside together. Do not think you will be able to escape so easily – my employees are all loyal to me, and will not hesitate to shoot a trespasser on sight, no matter your age. You will only be safe here with me.”

The kit eyed the temple ahead of them and the shine of spotlights going all the way up each floor.

“Do you understand?”

A sullen nod was his answer without even a glance in his direction. Familiar anger curled in the panda’s chest like the trapped smoke of a raging fire at the open display of disrespect, but he did not release it. All he did was place the raccoon gently back onto his feet, keeping his fingers on a tight grip at the back of his neck.

It was fortuitous he had the insight to do so, because the young Cooper immediately tried to bolt again the instant his shoes hit the snowy ground. King jerked him back so powerfully he collided with the man’s leg.

Insolent child.

He pushed the boy forward through the entrance. Employees and guards alike snapped to attention at his presence with not even a glance at the child at his side. The Panda King nodded to each in turn as he made eye contact with them.

Deeper into the heart of the factory the two of them went. The fireworks master didn’t necessarily need to take this route to reach their destination, but he wanted to show the boy that it was futile to fight back. The power and respect he commanded in these mountains were second only to some of the oldest family lines in the entire country. Even the local government feared his wrath, and they worked around each other in a begrudging truce.

His methods appeared to be working, too – the child was staring at everyone around them with wide, wide eyes, and seemed to walk a little faster with every new guard he saw. As they exited the factory back into open air, a large gorilla nearly walked right into them, who backed away quickly as he realized his mistake and bowed low.

“Forgive me, my lord,” he said in Cantonese. “I should have been paying more attention. I hope I did not cause offense.”

The Panda King opened his mouth to respond when he suddenly felt resistance at his side. He glanced down to see the young Cooper trying to edge behind him. A pang of irritation shot through him until he realized the reason why – the guard’s flashlight was shining directly at the kit and, at the angle he was bowing, their gazes were locked. His gun was easily visible on one hip, and a large dagger glinted in the evening light on his other.

In the stark, unavoidable face of danger and confrontation, the raccoon’s fragile bravado was cracking to reveal the true terror underneath. He wasn’t ignorant or dismissive of his situation like the panda had first believed; if anything, he was all too aware of it. So afraid of his new fate when faced with it, the boy couldn’t help but try to hide behind his own captor. Seeking some form of comfort and protection, bare as it was, from one of the very people who had helped slaughter his family.

He was still only eight years old, after all.

King stared at him for a long moment before turning back to his waiting guard. “It was not your fault. You did not know we were coming. Please, continue with your duties.”

The gorilla gave another bow and hurried along, leaving the panda and his ward alone in the cold dark. The child shivered, still half-pressed against him.

“...Let us move on,” he said at last without addressing it. Sly didn’t nod or even look up at him, but he went without resistance when they continued walking.

Past more temples, residencies, and dozens of watchful guards, they finally arrived at their destination – a great stone fortress carved into the mountain itself. It was still largely hidden from the outside, but the fireworks master had been considering changing that lately. Perhaps something based on his likeness to show the unquestionable claim he had over this region.

The moment they stepped inside, there were attendants appearing at the Panda King’s side ready and waiting for orders. He regarded them, still holding tight to the young Cooper’s shirt.

“I want one of the empty rooms to be cleared out for living,” he announced, “with reinforced walls and an outer lock on its door. Choose a room with no windows.”

Over half of his servants broke away to begin immediately. He turned to two more.

“Bring me my ten best guards. I require a meeting with them within one hour.”

The boy glanced back and forth between him and his servants with a confused frown as he spoke. King ignored it; he would learn Mandarin to communicate with the staff in due time.

Once every attendant had a job to do and had left them alone, he finally acknowledged the child again.

“You will live here as a personal servant to me and my family,” he said, switching to English. The kit’s nose scrunched up in disgust. “Do not be ungrateful. I have decided that you will have a simple vocation, but I will not hesitate to give you hard labor if you continue to scorn the mercy that has been shown to you. Do you understand?”

He glared at the floor, so King kneeled to get on his level and forced him to meet his eyes. If looks could kill, the panda knew he would have stopped breathing in an instant.

“Do you understand, Sly Cooper?”

The child’s tail curled tightly around his legs. His breaths came out in quiet, angry huffs, and there were tears growing in his eyes. But he eventually nodded without a word in protest. Not a word at all, in fact, which the fireworks master had noticed had been the case as far back as the States. Ever since Clockwerk had forced him to tell them his name mere centimeters from the corpse of his father, the kit hadn’t made a single sound afterward.

Tucking away the peculiarity to ponder over at a later time, the panda got back to his feet and began to turn around with the young Cooper’s shirt still in his grip – and was only mildly surprised to see his sister standing in the nearby doorway. Her expression was shrewd as she laid eyes on the raccoon fidgeting at his side.

“Who is that?” She asked.

“A servant for Jing.”

“You took a local from a nearby town?” The other panda gave him a sharp glance. “His family will want him back, surely. They will cause a stir.”

“No one will do that. He is not a local, nor does he have any family. He is…the child of a former rival.”

He had phrased it carefully, but he could not stop the real meaning from shining through.

“He’s what?!” Now she stared at the child with disdain and disgust, who flinched and tried to hide behind King to no avail. “What were you thinking, bringing him here? He will smother your daughter in her sleep! He will burn this entire place to the ground if given half the chance!”

“He will not get that chance.” When the woman scoffed in disbelief, King reached forward and gently took hold of her shoulder. “My dear sister, please listen to me. I would never do anything to put Jing or us in harm’s way. I saved this boy from death, and he will repay that debt until he is old enough to fend for himself.”

“We were never given that courtesy,” she muttered, crossing her arms and refusing to meet his eyes. “I don’t like this. You think you are showing mercy to an innocent soul, but your bleeding heart will not see the danger until there is a knife at your throat.”

The panda considered telling her of the Cooper Cane hidden away in his luggage, then decided against it. The boy would not be allowed access to it for several years at least. There was no need to worry his sister further.

Before either of them could continue their argument, a third, younger voice cut in that sent joy through his heart to hear.

“Daddy! You’re back!”

A little panda girl darted out from around her aunt, who tried and failed to stop her from advancing, and ran towards King with her arms outstretched. Then she saw the boy at her father’s side and stopped in her tracks with big, curious eyes.

“Who’s that?”

The young Cooper had frozen as well at the sight of the other child, and the fireworks master studied the open shock on his face a moment before pushing him forward.

“Dear daughter, this young man will be a personal servant to our family. Please treat him with respect as you would the rest of the staff.”

The Panda King turned to the raccoon and gently grabbed onto his chin to force him to look at him instead of his daughter.

“Sly Cooper, this is my daughter, Jing King.” He watched the way the kit’s eyes widened, and let the words sink in before continuing. “If you ever do anything to cause her harm, then I will not hesitate to strike you down where you are standing.”

The child swallowed, his gaze darting sideways to glance over at Jing again. King could no longer read the emotions on his face, and he did not know how to feel about that. For not the first time, he wondered if he had made a mistake.

But he had already chosen this path, and he would see it through to whatever end lay ahead. There was no stopping fate’s course. All he could hope for was that his daughter would remain safe.

Safe, and happy.

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A snowstorm was due soon.

Jing King could always tell when one was on its way – not from the shifting weather or her own innate senses, but from the way the staff at her aunt’s house began hustling and bustling more than usual every time. Their daily schedule flowed like water, accounting for even the slightest changes and working around them with professional grace to appease their employer.

That schedule was how Jing measured the monotony of the weeks, nowadays. After nearly a year of living with her aunt, not allowed out of the house for more than a few hours of carefully monitored shopping where an entire entourage followed her like she was the next heir to the Chinese monarchy, all she could rely on for interest and comfort was watching how the people around her went about their busier, more interesting lives.

The only other thing that made them as busy as an incoming storm was when her father came to visit. Today, from what she could tell by how frantic they had been since dawn, seemed to be a day for both.

Her father never announced ahead of time when he was coming, but the staff always seemed to know anyway, well before his family could see his shadow arriving in the archway of the outer garden. Jing watched from her high room window as he stepped up to the house with a large bag slung over one shoulder, hearing hurrying footsteps up and down the hall outside her closed door as servants put the finishing touches on polishing the floors.

This, too, she felt detached from – as if she were not actually here, but a ghostly specter witnessing the events around her without ever being acknowledged.

Her father stopped just outside the front door, eyes casting upwards until they locked onto hers, and she felt her expression pull into something as close to a glare as she dared to make. His mouth thinned, visible even two stories down, and he entered the house with a hunch to his form.

How she wished she would not be acknowledged. It would be so much easier than this state of limbo she found herself in after all these months.

After all these years.

Jing waited, unmoving, at her window, and three minutes later there was a firm knock on her door. She didn’t answer; didn’t even turn around as it was gently slid open and her father’s shadow darkened everything in her room.

“Dear daughter, you will not even greet me at the door anymore?”

She finally turned to look at him, her face as blank as she could possibly make it. “I wasn’t aware it was such a momentous occasion to warrant leaving my room.”

The Panda King was such a large man that he had to duck to get through the doorframe. It would have done little to affect his intimidating presence if he were not moving as timidly as he was right now.

“Such callous words greatly wound me,” he said, coming to a stop in the center of the room with the bag between his hands. “I do not understand why you say these things instead of what is truly on your mind and in your heart.”

Jing couldn’t help the way her hands clenched into fists where they sat in her lap. Her tone was clipped and icy as she answered. “I tried that once, Father, and it didn’t matter in the end. How can you expect me to think the outcome will be any different this time?”

They stared at each other in silence for a solid minute. The chasm between them was deep and frigid and uninviting, and the younger panda waited to see if this was finally the day that her father would attempt to cross it.

She didn’t know whether to feel relieved or disappointed when he did not.

“…I brought gifts from my time in Sierra Leone,” he said after a moment too long, setting the bag on the end of her bed. “There are many beautiful clothes and keepsakes in here. All for you.”

“Thank you, Father.” It was empty gratitude, and they both knew it, but they had fallen so far into this routinely charade that it felt wrong to do anything else. “Did you take any pictures of the places you visited?”

That question, too, was part of the routine – as was the way he shook his head in what she dared to believe was still a genuine apology.

“You know I cannot ever risk knowledge of where I’ve been to exist, my dear. Photographs are too dangerous a tool to wield in the wrong hands.”

She gave a wooden nod and turned back towards the window. “I will look through the things you’ve brought me later. For now, I’m going to stay here to watch the oncoming sunset.”

Instead of hearing his retreating footsteps like always, there was a concerning lack of movement behind her. Jing held her breath and waited for the break in routine that her father was about to make, and wondered if it might shatter her world.

Again.

“I will not be staying for much longer. I have urgent business higher up on the mountain tonight.”

“Oh.” Her shoulders relaxed; she didn’t know when they had tensed in the first place. “How long will you be?”

“I don’t know. At least several days, and I will probably not return here on my way back down.”

The invitation, the plea, was clear as day, but Jing refused to stop looking out the window. She kept her gaze resolutely on the distant, waning sun.

“Then…I hope your travels remain safe as always, Father.”

She closed her eyes at the sound of the sad sigh at her back, pretending it didn’t hurt to hear even now. The Panda King began to slowly make his way towards the door. When he stopped, she still didn’t move a muscle.

“I love you, qiān jīn. I hope you will not forget that.”

“I know you do, Father.” Jing hesitated a moment, but only to make sure her voice would remain steadfast. “And I love you, too.”

After he had finally left, after she heard his footsteps fade away and then watched him walk out of the front garden until he disappeared from sight, the young panda felt tears shimmering in the corners of her eyes. She wiped them away before they could fall and put her head in her hands, aching from a loss that she didn’t know how to fix.

She stayed there at the window until the sun set without really seeing it, and continued to stay there until the sky finally grew too dark to see the vast mountain landscape. Snowflakes were starting to fall, barely visible even as they danced right in front of the glass. Jing opened the window to let them land on her windowsill, ignoring the sudden biting chill, and finally got up to turn on another lamp at the other end of the room.

There was a thump from outside her window.

Jing turned around, confused by the sound, and watched with shock and alarm as a hand appeared to grip at the windowsill. She stood there, frozen, as the hand was followed by a hooded head and a lanky body and a ringed tail.

“Sly?!”

The figure pulled himself fully through the window and hit the floor of her room with an audible thud. She winced at the sound, staring at him in worry when he didn't move other than to violently shiver. He looked soaked head to toe from snow, and his eyes were squeezed tightly shut.

His lips were blue.

She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Who she was seeing. Words escaped her as she tried to process what to do; what to even say.

“Sly –”

A knock at the door made her gasp and clap her hand over her mouth.

“Ma’am? Is everything okay?” Called an attendant from out in the hall. “I heard something loud.”

“Everything’s fine!” She replied quickly, picking up the limp raccoon as gently as she could. He weighed practically nothing to her. “I accidentally dropped a book. Please do not come in!”

There was hesitant silence from outside. Jing prayed they didn’t open the door as she carefully laid Sly on her bed and pulled a heavy blanket over him.

“Alright, ma’am, if you’re sure…”

“Very sure! Completely sure! Please do not bother me again unless I ask for you!”

Something about her tone must have gotten harsh at the end, because the attendant hurried off with only a quiet “yes, ma’am” to accompany their departure. For once, she couldn't bring herself to feel remorse.

Not when a specter of her past life was lying in front of her for the first time in six years.

The panda pulled her desk chair out next to the bed and sank slowly down onto it, watching the slow rise and fall of Sly’s chest as he curled up in her blankets and fought to get warmth back in him. She bit her lip, afraid to break the silence for fear that he might disappear the moment she spoke.

It seemed he had read her mind, however, because that very moment his eyes cracked open to stare at her.

“Hey, xiǎo mèi…” He murmured, exhausted and toneless. “Been a while, huh?”

The sound of his voice was nearly enough to bring tears back to her eyes. After all this time, he was still so similar in so many ways.

“It has been a very long time, indeed,” she managed to say without letting those tears fall, wringing her hands. “I thought…I mean, I wasn’t sure if…”

If I would ever see you again.

“...Where have you been all this time?”

“Oh, you know, around.” The raccoon sat up with a wince with the blanket wrapped around his shoulders, trying not to look as though he had just trekked up the mountain on foot. Which he probably had, she was starting to realize. “Got to do some traveling, saw the world, that kind of thing. I even got pictures for you – you were always talking about how much you wanted to get out of Kunlun.”

When Jing didn’t react except to continue wringing her hands in worry, his neutral expression softened just a little.

“Hey. I’m okay. Just need to warm up a bit and I’ll be back on my feet in no time. It’s…it’s good to see you.”

“Good to see you too,” she whispered. “I missed you so much, Sly. I was so scared for you.”

He wilted back against the mattress a bit, and she knew it had nothing to do with him being exhausted. “Yeah, I…yeah. I missed you too.”

The wind howling outside her window was the only sound that passed between them for a long moment, as Sly shivered and struggled to stay awake and Jing watched him in forlorn silence. An idea came to her suddenly and she stood up, making him jump.

“I’ll be right back. Please don’t go anywhere.”

“You say please, but I don’t think you’ll give me much of a choice either way,” he joked. Then he grew tense as she made a beeline for the door. “Where are you going?”

“To get you something to eat.”

“Jing, you don’t have to –”

“I want to.” She paused with her hand against the sliding door, and glanced back at him with a pleading look. “Please let me do this for you.”

The raccoon seemed to have an internal conflict at that, but he didn’t call after her again when she left, and she paused only to flip the sign on her door to “do not disturb” before hurrying down to the kitchen.

Dinner had already been made and cleaned up hours ago, so there was no one to bother her as she found one of the industrial refrigerators to poke around in. Leftovers were never thrown away in this house – a habit of both her aunt’s and father’s childhoods that she was now very grateful for – so it only took a minute to find some simple noodle soup, reheat it, and head back to her room with the warm bowl and an additional glass of water in tow.

Sly was right where she’d left him, huddled in blankets but watching the door with the same level of intensity she’d remembered him having even as a child. When the panda sat back down beside him and passed him the soup, he barely even bothered with the chopsticks as he began eating.

The sound of slurping was a loud echo in the room while Jing tried to figure out which of the countless questions in her head would be most likely to actually earn an answer. Sly was someone who often sidestepped truthful answers on the best of days, and right now he looked like talking was the last thing he wanted to do.

Her eyes fell to his chest, covered by clothing, and knew that the things she wanted to know above all else were things she would not dare ask in a thousand years.

“…How did you find this place?” She finally landed on, unable to stop from sounding a little bit incredulous. “You have never been to my aunt’s house before.”

“One of your servants was out shopping and I recognized the family crest on her uniform. Followed her back.” The words were quiet and spoken between rapid swallows of soup.

“Sly…you did not even know whether I would be here. What if it had been my aunt who saw you at the window instead of me? What – what if it had been my father?”

The raccoon stiffened with the chopsticks halfway up to his mouth. “Is he here?”

“No, but –”

“Then you don’t have anything to worry about,” he said curtly, leaving no space for argument as he went back to eating.

Jing bit her lip. “How did you get here?”

“Walked.”

“From where? For how long?”

“Why does that matter?”

“You look like a drowned rat.”

Sly snorted into his soup. “Real nice, Jing. First time we’ve seen each other in years and you’re making fun of me.”

“That is not what I meant, and you know it.” Something was creeping into her voice; a mix of fondness and frustration that only he had ever been able to bring out. God, how she had missed it. “I am worried for your health.”

“I’m fine.” He refused to meet her eyes. “Made it here in one piece and I don’t even have frostbite. Probably. No need to worry.”

The panda could feel it in the air – this thread of conversation was over. Pushing him would only end poorly. She sighed and looked for a new, safer topic.

“You mentioned you had brought pictures for me?”

“Oh, yeah.” His expression was still shadowed, but a genuine smile crossed his face. “Here.”

The raccoon reached behind him into his soaked backpack and pulled out a small digital camera, which he held out towards her. When she took it from him, it struck her how much bigger her hands were compared to his. The last time she’d seen him, he’d still been taller than her, although she’d been very close to catching up.

Now, she was practically twice his size.

With a long, slow breath to quell the rising wave of lament in her heart, Jing turned the camera on and began looking through the pictures Sly had taken as he watched her for a reaction. There were hundreds of them – places and people and things she never would have imagined – and after the first several dozen she looked up at him with the biggest smile she could manage.

“This is incredible, Sly. Thank you so much for this gift. I will treasure it for as long as I live.”

He returned the smile, clearly relieved that she had liked it, and set his now-empty bowl aside. “Got pictures from all over the world in there, you know. Haiti, the United Kingdom, pretty much the whole expanse of Europe and China. Made a few detours in Russia and Kazakhstan, even. All for you.”

Jing kept her face carefully blank, mind whirling as she tried not to make him realize what he’d just let slip. Which country had he been in when he had slipped free? How long had he been running before he’d found his way here? Surely, they had not let him have a camera if he had been with them in all those places.

Had he been alone all that time, in all those places? Had he been afraid that entire time? Was he still afraid?

“…Jing?”

She startled, and realized that her cheeks were wet. Sly stared at her with visible alarm – alarm over her, worry over her, but not for himself. Never for himself.

The dam in her heart finally burst. Jing began to cry, muffled behind a hand in fear of alerting someone outside her room, and leaned forward to grab his hands in her free one.

“Sly, I’m sorry,” she cried, wanting nothing more than to pull him into a hug but terrified it would hurt him somehow. “I am so, so sorry!”

“Whoa, hey, it’s okay!” He looked torn between drawing closer or giving her space as the best way to comfort her – or maybe, he was torn between wanting to drawing closer or securing an escape route for himself, just in case. The thought made her cry harder. “Jing, look at me. What on earth do you have to be sorry for?”

So much. There was so much for her to be sorry for, but she focused on the new guilt instead of the old.

“You should hate me!” The panda wailed, clutching his hands as tight as she dared. “I spent all this time hoping I would get to see you again, but I knew how selfish that was, and I knew that – that if you ever got out, it would be safer for you to never come back, but you did come back, and I – I – I hate how happy I am for it!”

Silence greeted her. She didn’t dare look at him.

“You deserve to be selfish,” she continued between sniffles. “I don’t know if you came back just to see me, or because you have nowhere else to go, but this place isn’t safe for you. Kunlun isn’t safe, Sly, we both know my father’s word is law here. If you felt obligated to come here for my sake, then…then you should allow yourself to be selfish, and do what you want instead of thinking about me.”

There was a sharp intake of breath that finally made her glance upwards. Sly was staring down at her, his face pinched with guilt and his eyes endless pools of regret. Slowly, ever so slowly, he began to pull his hands away from her.

“I am being selfish, Jing,” he whispered. “Everything about me being here is selfish. I – I didn’t climb this mountain just for a chance to see you.”

He stopped, and for a terrible moment she feared that he wouldn’t elaborate. But then he closed his eyes and pulled his backpack around to pull something else out. An old, tattered book, full of ripped pages, all in a large ziplock bag to keep it safe from getting wet.

“I climbed the mountain for this.”

She didn’t open the bag when he handed it to her, both out of respect of this thing he clearly held so dearly and fear that her touch might make the fragile pages crumble to dust.

“A book…” the panda murmured. “I remember…I think I remember you once mentioned this book. A book and a cane.”

“Yeah. They gave me the cane back, but not this.” Sly gingerly took it back and put it away again, then wrapped his arms around himself. “They split the pages between themselves, and I’ve been getting them back one by one since I got out.”

“How much more do you have left?”

“Just what your father’s holding onto. I already got the rest from the other three.”

Jing frowned, confused. “Other…three? Aren’t there five –”

“Don’t worry about it,” he cut her off. “I’ve already got everything figured out.”

“…Okay.” She looked down at her hands, perfectly still in her lap, then at his, twitching against the blankets. “So, you…you followed that servant back here because you hoped it would lead you to the rest of the book?”

“I did. I was hoping I’d find it all here and then I wouldn’t have to climb the mountain any further to your father’s place.” The raccoon rubbed his face with one hand, unable to meet her eyes. “I didn’t stop to think about whether I’d run into him, or your aunt, or even you. I, uh, wasn’t really thinking about much of anything beyond getting here.”

“I believe that. You looked half-dead when you arrived. In fact, you still do.”

Sly didn’t answer. The silence lapsed between them as Jing slowly sorted through this revelation, deciding how she felt about it.

“Do you…regret seeing me again?” She asked after a few minutes, almost afraid of the answer but needing to hear it anyway. “After everything that happened?”

He gave her a startled look, which then grew into something soft and weighted.

“Not one bit,” he said, and she trusted the honesty there. No one in her life had ever been as honest to her as he had, for better or for worse. “The camera was a real gift for you; I was going to leave it somewhere you’d find it if I didn’t see you in person. But my motives for coming here are selfish, Jing, and I’m sorry for that.”

The panda shook her head. “No. Do not apologize. I told you already that you deserve to be selfish. You deserve to do whatever you want, especially now that you’re finally free.”

There was a strange tightening around his eyes that she didn’t like, as though he didn’t actually yet believe he was free. She did not ask, though, and he did not correct whatever error she had made.

“Well, if you’re giving me permission to do what I want, I should probably get going before someone else catches me here. I need to go looking for those pages, after all.”

“What?” Jing straightened in her seat, caught off guard by both the suggestion and how unaffected he sounded as he made it.

“I won't ransack the place, promise,” he said, misunderstanding her alarm. “No one will even notice I’ve been here. Just give me a few hours to get through the house and then I’ll be out of your hair before you can get in trouble for it.”

“No, don't leave yet!” She jumped to her feet even though he hadn’t made any move to get out of bed. “Please stay. You’ve only just arrived here, and a snowstorm is coming tonight!”

“It’s fine,” he said dismissively without really looking at her. “I’ll be fine. I don’t want to be a burden to you.”

“You’re not a burden, Sly. You’ve never been a burden to me. You’re fa–” she stuttered on the word as his sharp eyes caught hers.

Family, the panda was afraid to say in the face of his intense, inscrutable expression.

“...You’re important to me,” she finished lamely when the raccoon continued to give her an unreadable look.

“Your aunt would say something very different if she saw me here,” he pointed out with a bit of a sneer.

“Well, she’s not here. I am. And – and I am telling you that you’re not allowed to leave until you’re fully rested and the storm is over. I will look for the rest of your book until then, and you will focus on recovering. That is final.”

They stared at each other; him in shock and her in a valiant attempt to make herself look as no-nonsense as her father. After a few moments, Sly yielded with an incredulous chuckle and a shake of his head.

“Man, you haven’t changed a bit, have you? Just as bossy as the day we met.” There was nothing but fondness in his voice as he hunkered down among her blankets. “I never thought I’d miss it so much.”

“And you are as cryptic and infuriating as always,” Jing teased back as a way to hide her relief that he wasn’t going to disappear on her again so suddenly. “Which I would not trade for anything in the world.”

“Not even the chance to travel said world?”

“It is a tempting thought, but not even that.” She reached over to smooth down the unruly fur on his head, mildly surprised that he held still enough to let her. Either he had grown less fidgety over the years – which she highly doubted – or he was just that tired. “Rest, dà gē. If those pages are in this house, I will find them.”

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Three days later, and Jing was certain that the pages were not in the house.

It had been easier than she expected to go through rooms, as she told anyone who saw her that she was searching for something she had misplaced, but preferred to do it by herself – they all knew how bored she was, and took her words at face value. Her aunt did not care where she looked so long as she did not completely tear apart the rooms for staff to have to redo, and so she was left to her own devices.

At Sly’s suggestion, on the second day when she had returned empty-handed after going through drawers and cabinets and bedding, she had taken another pass through the house for safes and secret stashes, hidden behind walls or under floorboards or even in the ceiling. This, she passed off as thinking she had heard rodents, and soon had the staff tearing through hard surfaces for her, always under her watchful eye.

What guilt she felt at first for making them work harder than necessary was put to rest the moment she thought about the raccoon hiding in her room. The sooner she found those pages, then the sooner he could leave without getting caught here, and finally make his life his own.

By day three, still coming up short, Sly had been insistent on helping her for her third check, claiming he was fully recovered and it would be easier with two pairs of eyes knowing what to look for. The panda had been afraid to let him leave her room for fear of being seen, but he had amazed her with his stealth – already impressive when they were children and yet so much more impressive now – as well as the truly incredible trick he possessed to turn invisible for short periods of time. She knew magic existed in this world, but to hear about it was very different from seeing it, and she had marveled at his talents while he had awkwardly deflected all her compliments as best he could.

They hadn’t found anything that day, either, and the two of them retired back to her room extremely frustrated. Jing noticed, belatedly, that the staff activity was busier than usual, and noted the likelihood of another oncoming storm in the back of her mind.

“I do not think they are here, Sly,” she finally admitted that night, looking out the window at the clear, calm sky as the raccoon changed clothes behind her. “I think my father is keeping them in his stronghold further up the mountain.”

“I think you’re right.” The inflection in his voice was hard to read. She felt a gentle tap on her shoulder to tell her he was done, and they switched places. “Guess that means I’ll have to find some good snowshoes.”

The panda stopped in the middle of stepping into her nightgown. “You’re not planning to travel up there tonight, are you? There is another storm coming.”

“This damn mountain and its storms.”

“Sly…”

“I won’t leave tonight, Jing. Promise. I’ll wait the storm out first.” He ran his finger along the frame of the closed window, stopping just short of the latch as though it was locked even though they both knew it hadn’t been since he’d arrived. “It’d be pretty stupid after spending all this time recuperating. I’d ruin all your hospitality.”

“You have done stupider things, no doubt.”

“Hey. You have no proof of that.”

She giggled, tapping the raccoon’s shoulder, and they both retreated to her bed. She had been grateful these last few days that it was as big as it was; it fit both of them with plenty of room to spare. Neither of them were particularly touchy people, even with the only one they trusted.

After they had settled in for the night, back-to-back, Jing looked at the camera sitting on her nightstand. She had been going through it the last few days, savoring the details in each and every photo, but there was a pattern in them that she had started to recognize that had been bothering her.

Well, not a pattern, per se. A person.

“Sly?”

“Mm?”

“About those pictures you’ve taken…I’ve noticed something. A lot of the early ones have this woman in them.” She felt him tense up even though they weren’t touching. “She is usually in the background. Was she…following you?”

Sly had practically ceased to exist behind her; so much so that she nearly turned around to see whether he’d suddenly turned himself invisible. After several strained seconds, he forcibly relaxed in a way that fooled neither of them.

“Oh, yeah, her. Just some cop I was helping after I first got out. She wanted to cut a plea deal for what I knew about the Five, but she slipped up and let me out of her sight after a few days. Sorry, I forgot to delete the ones with her in it.”

Jing thought about the fact that almost a third of the photos on that camera had the woman in them, and some had been taken with her as the obvious focus. She wisely did not speak up.

“I can get rid of them right now, actually,” he continued, turning over to stretch his arm over her body as he reached for the camera.

“No!” The panda caught him at the wrist as quickly but gently as possible, wincing as he flinched anyway. She let go immediately and he pulled away. “Sorry. No, it is alright. I barely noticed her. I’d much rather keep everything that you saved.”

“…Fine. Sure.” Sly turned back around, his voice clipped and curt. “Just, uh, do me a favor and don’t bring her up again, alright? I don’t feel like being reminded of some dumb cop who doesn’t matter anymore.”

Anymore. She wondered at everything behind that word. “Okay. I won’t.”

“Thanks. Night.”

“Goodnight, Sly.”

Jing stayed thinking about that mystery woman, staring through her window at the cloudless skies outside, until her eyes finally grew heavily and she drifted off into uneasy sleep.

Sly’s terrified gasp woke her right back up.

She sat up quickly, worried he was having a nightmare, only to see him also sitting upright, all his fur on end while he stared at her door.

Her open door, where a familiar, giant shadow loomed as the Panda King studied the sight before him.

Jing stopped breathing.

Her father opened his mouth, closed it, then took a step into the room. Immediately, Sly scrambled backwards until he fell off the bed, while Jing remained frozen where she was. The larger panda stopped moving, but Sly didn’t – he grabbed his backpack off the floor and jumped to his feet in one swift motion, sprinting for the window mere meters away.

His hands had just found the unlocked latch when King’s voice stopped him in his tracks.

“You have been looking for the remainder of the book.”

It was like a switch had been flipped. Jing watched, bewildered, as the raccoon stopped trying to flee and instead slowly turned around to face the older man. She didn’t understand why he wasn’t already out the window – what did the book matter compared to his life?

Sly’s hands remained on the windowsill behind him. She could see his fingers shaking even as he put an unbothered look on his face. “Oh yeah? What made it so obvious?”

“My sister told me that you have searched the house for days for something you refused to name.”

His eyes slid over to his daughter, who remained stock-still. She couldn’t read his expression, and that was so much scarier than if he had been angry.

He turned back towards Sly. “You are on a fool’s errand. This will not end the way you think it will.”

The raccoon visibly bristled. “What do you know? Not a goddamn thing!”

“I know that you think completing that book will set you free. That everything you’ve endured for the last six years – eleven years,” he amended, when Sly snarled, “will be worth it once you have all the pages. But I can promise you, Sly Cooper, that the only thing you will find at the end of things is death.”

“Is that a threat?” The younger man demanded, reaching into his backpack to pull out a long, golden cane. He pointed it at the Panda King, who did not react. “Cause if it is, I think you’ll find I’m no longer the frightened child you used to manhandle to get your kicks.”

“I would never think of underestimating you. You have proven your worth and capabilities a thousand times over.”

“Fuck you!”

Jing saw the tremble in the arm that held the cane, and heard the fear under the bravado and fury. Sly knew he was at a disadvantage, terrified of being killed or dragged back into servitude, but he refused to run away. In fact, he sounded like he was about to launch himself at her father. She didn’t understand, but she refused to let things play out any longer without trying to stop the worst from happening.

What that “worst” could be was not something she dared think about.

“Give him what you have, Father.”

Both heads swiveled her way. Sly looked like he’d forgotten she was there; the Panda King only gave her a grim look.

“You have the rest of the pages he is looking for, surely,” she continued, voice coming out steadier than she felt. “If you have them here, then give them to him now. If they are at your stronghold, we are willing to wait until you return with them.”

He hesitated, eyebrows drawing together in what she knew very well was him considering his options. “…I do not have them on me, Jing.”

“Then go get them,” the younger panda repeated, watching Sly slowly begin to back down from an aggressive stance to general wariness. “Sly will not hurt me. He plans to leave as soon as he gets them back. Am I correct, Sly?”

“Right as rain,” the raccoon growled. “I’m sure you’ve been keeping up with the news, Panda King. You know what’s been happening to all your buddies. It’s not going to happen to you, if that’s what you’re worried about. I was just using her to get what I wanted, and she did the rest on her own, but that’s all over. I’m – I’m alone, now, and this is as close as I’ll ever get to begging. Give me what’s mine and I’ll march right off this mountain. You’ll never have to see me again.”

They waited in dreadful anticipation for the man’s answer. He looked between them, solemn and somber, weighing things back and forth in his head that they were not privy to. Just when it seemed as though he would cave and give them what Sly wanted, he looked over at Jing, and his expression hardened into a resolve that made them both tense up.

“…No. I will not.” He drew himself up to his full height, and Jing had never been more afraid of what her father was capable of than in that moment. “Sly Cooper, you must leave immediately. Leave this place, and this mountain. If my men see you anywhere around here, in any capacity, by sunrise, then their orders will be to shoot you on sight. It will be the most merciful death you will receive on this path.”

“Father–!”

“Jing, you are not to follow nor remain in contact with him. You and your aunt will join me in my stronghold until further notice, and I will tolerate no disobedience.”

Her mouth clicked shut despite herself; the tone of his voice left no room for argument even in the midst of her righteous fury. She sat there, trembling, as her father and her surrogate brother stared each other down in what she surely thought was the prelude to a fight.

But then Sly sagged, as though he realized such a thing would lead him nowhere, and instead turned towards the window.

“Fine. Should’ve expected you to betray me one last time before everything changed. Again.” Pure hatred filled each word as he looked over his shoulder to shoot one last venomous glare at the Panda King. “Enjoy the rest of your cowardly life, King. Hope it’s been worth it.”

His eyes drifted over to Jing, and she greatly hoped it was not a trick of the evening light that they seemed to soften even in his spite.

“It really was good to see you again, xiǎo mèi. If this is the last time we see each other, then I want you to know I never blamed you for what happened. It wasn’t your fault. I hope you find it in yourself to be selfish, because you’re the only one of us who deserves it.”

With that, Sly slid the window open with gentility only betrayed by the fuming flickering of his tail. He did not look back again as he disappeared into the cold night.

The Panda King padded silently across the room to the window. Jing stared down at her crumpled blankets, still shaking from adrenaline and a hundred other overwhelming emotions.

“…He isn’t going to leave by morning. He will search all of Kunlun for those pages, for as long as it takes.” It was the most certain she had ever been of anything in her life. “Will you really go through with your promise to kill him for it?”

The man did not respond. He continued to stare out the window, staring up at the bright moon in the sky instead of whatever path Sly had taken out of the grounds.

“Why couldn’t you simply give him what he asked for? Why draw this terrible game out any longer? He has no ill will towards me; he will leave you alone once he gets what he wants! Are you truly so heartless?!”

Her father remained motionless with his back turned towards her. “It is more complicated than that, Jing. You do not understand.”

The calm, detached way he stated it – as though she were simply a child too young to comprehend an adult issue – brought her right back to the day her life had shattered, six years ago, sobbing at the foot of a bed occupied by a bloody, unconscious raccoon wrapped in bandages who she had fully believed would die within the night. The emotionless statue of a man she had called father who had stood in the doorway, less upset with the sight in front of him than the fact that his daughter had seen it, who had refused to answer any questions except to tell her that she would not understand.

Jing King finally snapped.

“Then make me understand!” She screamed. “What is so complicated about this that you would let my br – my best friend suffer with this false hope of a life he wants but cannot have, which you dangle in front of him like a cat with its prey? I was afraid of the monster I saw all those years ago, but now – now I know beyond all doubt that the monster I should clearly have feared the most was you!”

Her voice cracked on the last word, all desperate anger and the underlying fear that what she was yelling might actually be true. The Panda King flinched so violently that she almost wondered if she had hit him and not realized it. He turned around and she could see he was on the verge of tears.

That cut through to her core deeper than any other words or actions ever could. In her eighteen years of life, she had never, ever seen her father cry. She fell silent as he sat down heavily on the ground, staring at his hands as though he despised everything about them.

“You are right,” he whispered, wavering like she’d never heard before, either. “I am a monster and a coward, Jing. I…I had hoped that you would be shielded from the evils of the world – the evils that I have done, and continue to do, but that is not fair to you. You deserve the truth. About Sly Cooper, the true reason he is after what we’ve taken from him, and…the decision I made, six years ago, to protect us. To protect you.”

Jing slowly sank down from the bed onto the floor across from him. She felt no joy or relief that she was finally going to have an explanation for everything – only dread for the unknown, and the understanding that this was something she would never be able to return from.

But she would not back away from it. She owed Sly that much, if nothing else.

“Start from the beginning. Tell me everything.”

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A/N: I'M BACK.

And just in time to post a record-breaking chapter, too! Nearly 9K words of Jing King going through it, hoo. This poor girl had a lot to say, so much so that I'm actually going to post an extra little side story about her relationship with both Sly and her father through the years that Sly was living with them. Look for the first chapter of that sometime this week!

We're finally getting into my favorite part of this story: Panda King's level. I've got stuff planned for this section, folks. Oh yeah, in this verse, Jing is about a year and a half younger than Sly - she had her eighteenth birthday just a few short weeks before the events of this chapter. Not a super important detail but will certainly help put a few things in perspective down the line ;)

Thanks for all your patience, everyone, and thanks for reading!

#sly cooper #carmelita fox #fanfiction #the lines we cross

[babylonbirdmeat]

So back in the Animal Collective days of Tumblr there was, briefly, a blog called Collected-Fanfiction. That posted Animal Collective RPF.

And on that blog there was a fanfic called Kanye West Meets Animal Collective: The Movie: Part 1

There was a Part 2 but that's like probably lost forever

BUT I have, right here, Part 1

I feel like I should put some sort of warning on this for some reason but it's so fucking batshit I don't know where to start. People say the N word.

Like this is not our writing, it belongs most likely to whoever the fuck collected-fanfiction was, this is an act of media preservation.

@labgrownmeat since you spurred me to go dig it up

Kanye West IS IN HIS MOTHERFUCKING MANSION

smoking crystal Meth,  waiting on his drug dealer with the dozeeerr. Amber Rose is in a sleep deprivation chamber in the corner, there are thousands of tentacles snaking into her vagina. Kanye Leans back and puts his feet up on his MASSSSSSSSSIVE DESK that is shaped like a cock. As his door bursts open and his drug dealer enters, none other than David Portner.

Kanye:Avey my nigga!

Avey Tare:Kanye, My NIGGER

Kanye:Thats the right fucking way to talk to me avey, come sit down, what did you bring me.

Avey Tare:I brought the finest hydro in the world

Avey throws a neon green britney spears pillowcase up on kanye’s cock shaped desk, bud spills out of it going everywhere

Kanye:The Crystal Meth Avey, where is the crystal meth.

Avey Tare:You see Kanye…something happened to the batch this month

Kanye:WHAT, ARE YOU TELLING ME WHAT I THINK YOUR TELLING ME

Avey Tare:The Meth is gone kanye.

Kanye flies into a rage, Kicking over Amber Rose’s sleep chamber, spilling her, the tentacles flying out of her vagina and kicking up a violent storm everywhere. Avey ducks as Kanye whips a dildo out of his pocket and sends it sailing through the air.

Avey Tare:Calm Down Kanye Pepper!

Kanye: TELL ME TO COME DOWN, HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO MAKE HIT RECORDS WITHOUT BOATLOADS OF CRYSTAL METH, HUH, HUH!

Avey Tare:You could do it with love

Kanye: LOVE, FUCK LOVE NIGGA, FUCK LOVE, NOW TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED TO MY CRYSTAL METH

Avey Tare:Vanwyngarden….It seems cutting him into our little operation was a bad idea.

Kanye: What the fuck happened. Gawd damn you fucking indie fucks.

Avey Tare: It seems he got a bit of a taste for the crank, liked it alot i suppose. and well, he broke into the warehouse, shot Deakin in the head, hes fucking dead now but whatever, and he stole all the crystal meth, and now him and that little fuck ben are holed up in some treehouse somewhere noodling around on guitars smoking meth.

Kanye: WE MUST GET IT BACK. RIGHT FUCKING NOW, WERE GOING, IM CALLING A JET TO COME GET US AT JFK, HOW QUICKLY CAN PANDA AND GEOLOGIST GET HERE.

Avey:Panda is in the car, Geologist is actually already on the hunt for Andrew, we will meet up with him later. 

Kanye: Good, lets go nigga

They go to leave, but Kanye stops at the door, he runs back and grabs the pillowcase of bud.

Kanye: Lord Knows We gonna need this shit.

TO BE CONTINUED

#Dama speaks #Favorite

[shimmerbeasts]

*peeks from afar* can you tell me what you like about writing Mel & Silco? And also maybe about Caitlyn & Vi? I'm curious.

I am going to assume this is about the ships I have with @ferallfemmes / @ferinehuntress as I technically do not write Mel or Caitlyn as characters.

The interesting thing about Mel/Silco was that it wasn't really planned as a ship. Back when Panda and I started developing the idea of pollution in the Pilt, forcing Mel Merdarda and Silco into this unlikely partnership, it was done more so because we both wanted to explore a more political/diplomatic scenario. Something, neither of us had ever really written in-depth, so you can imagine how daunting it was for us.

At the same time, as we started on this journey, we quickly realised that Mel and Silco clicked almost immediately. I am not even sure if I would call it a romantic ship yet. However, it became apparent to both of us that Mel and Silco had the ability to work on equal grounds, which was probably a rarity for them both. They are both very crafty, cunning and driven, but also in some morbid ways do care about the people, they are in charge of. Yes, my Silco cares about the denizens of Zaun, even if his care is questionable. It also helped that Mel and Silco recognised the predator in the other being. They knew they couldn't just manipulate/walk all over the other and they actually respect one another.

This dynamic is really interesting and enjoyable to me because it allows me to explore an angle with Silco, which I normally shy away from/get little opportunity to explore. And that is how this man negotiates, how does he do politics if he is in a situation where he cannot just threaten someone into submission. The fact that Silco and Mel respect one another so deeply also means that there is no backstabbing involved or weird one-upping. I think that is nice. Not every dynamic between two characters from Piltover and Zaun has to be wrought with tension. Instead, the tension comes from how the outside world reacts. Plus both are aware they are kind of making a secret deal here. Like Mel is putting her career in jeopardy and Silco runs the risk of being called a hypocrite.

Outside of that, Silco and Mel just have chemistry. They are outsiders in Piltover and while their cultures are still very different (militaristic violence vs animalism), they still find ways to bond and connect with one another over the small similarities where their worldviews do overlap. Again, their mutual respect is a huge part of what ensures that chemistry exists. I wouldn't even really call them a power couple, even though I am sure the fandom would love to use that term. For me, it is more like two equally cunning predators saw and recognised each other's strengths, encouraged those strengths and aided each other. I really believe how Panda and I write this, Silco and Mel will come out of this with a long-lasting partnership, that just happens to sometimes make them sleep with one another if the interest strikes them. However, I doubt they will be an item. They are work partners, perhaps even friends, but not in a romantic sphere.

Now onto Piltover's Finest as the fandom likes to call this ship. I am gonna level with you here, guys: What Panda and I write really does not feel like it fits the label. Like yes, it is Vi and Caitlyn as a couple, but it is an extremely specific kind of dynamic to the point that this gif here is just these two plotting something in default. Or well, Caitlyn in half-Zaunite/Vastayan rage mode venting about probably some Enforcer's stupidity, while Vi stuffs her face with food and waits to pipe in.

Another detail I wanna add, which is important to understand the significance of me even writing this ship at all: I normally do not really jump on the big fandom ships. Never have. It was like this in the Supernatural fandom, it was like this in the Fantastic Beasts fandom, and for a while, it looked like this would also happen in the Arcane/League fandom. Obviously, I am not holding it against anyone, who ships the big-name ships/more popular ones. To each their own. I just normally do not really do that, preferring more niche, twisted, toxic ships.

Anyway, then Panda's Caitlyn came along, Vi took one look at her and went "That one! I want that one as my wife!" Basically, you all can blame Panda and her amazingly canon-divergent, deeply layered Caitlyn for me finally jumping on the bandwagon. Even so, like I said: The way we write this ship, is very much not like Fanon does it at all and even the ship name does not really fit with our dynamic.

Sometimes, two muses just click. That is what happened between Vi and Caitlyn when Panda and I started writing. Within a couple of replies, they just clicked. It was like they were on the same wavelength almost immediately. Furthermore, Panda and I chatted a lot OOC and we too clicked hard as writers. Thus the romantic attachment between both developed almost seamlessly.

Now what exactly do I like about our ship? I think, first of all, it is the fact that Caitlyn and Vi can be themselves around one another. They do not have to put up masks, they do not have to put up walls. Vi can be completely Zaunite and messy around Caitlyn, but also soft and tender. Meanwhile, Caitlyn can allow herself to be more feral and sharp, while Vi just remains a patient support throughout it all.

Second of all, it is this non-verbal communication style. Vi and Caitlyn have a love language, which seems to exist outside of the typical five love languages. Perhaps they even embody all of them to varying degrees. Furthermore, I love how their own love especially shows itself in this sense of protectiveness. They care so deeply for one another and watch over one another. It is just lovely to write.

Again, it is really hard to describe why exactly Vi and Caitlyn appeal to me specifically in the way they do with how Panda and I do it. I think it is because we go beyond the fanon interpretation. In fact, I think we do not even take Fanon into account. Instead, we are able to create a very deep and rich ship, which has, of course, the potential for a lot of fluff. But even our fluff has this strange sharpness and wildness to it. It basically strikes this balance between being the popular ship but also incorporating so many things, which I like. I am sorry I cannot describe better why I am so drawn to writing the ship with Panda. It just works and has its own strange, wild charm. It certainly helps that I can be as weird and experimental as I want to be with how Vi shows affection and it still works.

#letter: ask #grey face: anon #cat wrangler: out of character

[roughtimeminicomics]

Death Battle WHAT IFS and my Winners

SO I WAS BORED AND WIDE FUCKING AWAKE SO I MADE THIS BITCH OF A LIST ENJOY. I uh... may actually do something with this tbh.

Sans VS Ghost Rider (Undertale VS MARVEL) Winner: Ghost Rider Soundtrack Name: Judgment’s Stare

Optimus Prime VS Artocitus (Transformers VS DC) Winner: Optimus Prime Soundtrack Name: Raging Justice

Megatron VS Bowser (Transformers VS Nintendo) Winner: Megatron Soundtrack Name: Tyrannical Factions

The Shredder VS M. Bison (TMNT VS Street Fighter) Winner: The Shredder Soundtrack Name: Criminal History

Darkstalker VS Nicol Bolas (Wings of Fire VS Magic the Gathering) Winner: Darkstalker Soundtrack Name: Wings of Magic

Asgore VS Endeavour (Undertale VS MHA) Winner: Endeavour Soundtrack Name: Flaring Redemption

Springtrap VS Baldi VS Granny VS The Neighbor (FNaF VS Baldi's Basics VS Granny VS Hello Neighbor) Winner: Springtrap Soundtrack Name: Average Indie Slasher

Standford Pines VS W.D. Gaster (Gravity Falls VS Undertale) Winner: Stanford Pines Soundtrack Name: Lost Genius

Error Sans VS Sonic.EXE (Undertale AU VS Creepypasta) Winner: Error Sans Soundtrack Name: I AM ERROR

Dust Sans VS Jeff the Killer (Undertale AU VS Creepypasta) Winner: Dust Sans Soundtrack Name: Stab Through the Soul

Nightmare Sans VS Slenderman (Undertale AU VS Creepypasta) Winner: Slenderman Soundtrack Name: Tentacled Negativity

The Mask VS Bugs Bunny (Dark Horse VS Warner Bros) Winner: Bugs Bunny Soundtrack Name: Cartoons, Blood, and Chaos

Darth Vader VS Voldemort (Star Wars VS Harry Potter) Winner: Darth Vader Soundtrack Name: The Deadly Force

Kai VS Laval (NINJAGO VS Legends of Chima) Winner: Kai Soundtrack Name: Spin and Slash

Luz Noceda VS Harry Potter (The Owl House VS Harry Potter) Winner: Luz Noceda Soundtrack Name: Titan’s Scar

Jay VS Donitello (NINJAGO VS TMNT) Winner: Jay Soundtrack Name: Technology Rules, Right?

Lloyd Garmadon VS Po the Panda (NINJAGO VS Kung Fu Panda) Winner: Po the Panda Soundtrack Name: Chosen Legends

MEGATRON SHOWDOWN (Bayverse, G1, IDW, Prime, Cyberverse, Armada, Animated, Beast Wars) Winner: IDW Megatron Soundtrack Name: Mechanical and Tyrannical, Yessss…

Blackwargreymon VS Nemesis Prime (Digimon VS Transformers) Winner: BlackWargreymon Soundtrack Name: Engineered Devils

SCP-049 VS The Medic (SCP Foundation VS Team Fortress 2) Winner: The Medic Soundtrack: Medicine and Missverständnisse

General Zod VS Omni Man (DC VS Invincible) Winner: General Zod Soundtrack Name: Manipulative Invaders from Space

Kaos VS Zomboss (Skylanders VS Plants V.S. Zombies) Winner: Kaos Soundtrack Name: You Dare Defy ME?!

The Guardians of the Galaxy VS The Ghost Crew (MCU VS Star Wars) Winner(s): The Guardians Soundtrack Name: Rebellions and Superheroes

Jack Sparrow VS Puss in Boots (Pirates of the Caribbean VS Dreamworks) Winner: Puss in Boots Soundtrack Name: Running from Death

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#puss in boots #jack sparrow #the guardians of the galaxy #the ghost crew #star wars #general zod #omni man #dc #transformers #owl house #luz nozeda #kaos skylanders #dr zomboss #tf2 medic #scp 049 #scp foundation #dc comics #ninjago #tmnt #Star Wars #death battle #death battle what if #deathbattle #death battle episode #undertale au #undertale #mha #mha endeavor #creepypasta #death battle season