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poitcast · 7 months

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Moments from "Once Upon a Studio" that I adored

Mickey kindly offered Oswald to take first place in the group photo, telling him "After you!". Oswald happily thanked him by tipping his head to him.

That entire ending was perfect. I love how the "When You Wish Upon a Star" number began with Alan-a-Dale strumming his lute on top of the building, and then Scat Cat, Mirabel, and Junior join in before the singing begins. The build-up to Jiminy Cricket was great.

Belle and Beast singing together! In the original film, they had separate verses in "Something There" so it was nice that they shared a small duet. Paige O'Hara and Robby Benson did a great job!

Quasimodo singing! I'm glad to hear Tom Hulce in the role of Quasi again. James Baxter did a terrific job animating him once again.

Scuttle interrupts Ariel's verse only for Baloo to shut him up and share a sweet bonding moment with Mowgli.

There's something incredibly poetic about Snow White holding hands with Mulan and Asha as they sing together. Disney Studios owes a lot of its success to its princess characters, and it was cool to see three generations of female protagonists (the original, the Renaissance era in the 1990s, and the most recent era).

Winnie the Pooh's presence in general. I love how Christopher Robin and the others have to help him out of the picture frame, recreating the rabbit hole scene. Also, Pooh singing "Fate steps in, and sees you through" at the end and Tigger pouncing on him really got to me.

Cinderella and Prince Charming going down the stairs and Charming loses his shoe. The role reversal was cute enough, but after snatches the shoe, they go into silly mode with Prince Charming shouting "Eric, get your dog!" and Cinderella enabling the situation by saying "Go, Max, go!" It's incredibly endearing to see Prince Charming have a sense of humor and Cinderella happily going along with the shenanigans.

Antonio with the other animal characters and telling Joanna not to eat Jacques and Gus. Pluto coming in to save the mice was nice too.

Incorporating the archival audio from Robin Williams's recording as Genie.

The fifteen puppies watching the "Night on Bald Mountain" segment from Fantasia and Chernabog pops out of the screen. I also noted the various "Art of" books of their feature films on the cabinet surrounding the television.

Hearing Nathan Lane as Timon again and calling Olaf "Frosty".

Robin Hood and Little John snatching Scrooge McDuck's money bags and reveling in their victory. Oo-de-lolly!

The Wreck-It Ralph cameos! Vanellope on her race car, Ralph calling Mickey "Garfield" and Fix-It Felix fixing Goofy's camera. All in character and perfect.

Mickey's gang having their time in the spotlight. Donald trying to go down a crowded elevator, Goofy working as the photographer (may or may not be a subtle nod to his occupation in A Goofy Movie), and even Clarabelle has a moment.

It was nice seeing some representation for their shorts (Ben and Me, Johnny Appleseed) and their overlooked films (The Black Cauldron, Home on the Range, Chicken Little, and Dinosaur). Even if they didn't have any dialogue, their presence alone certainly counts.

Highlighting the artists that contributed to the studio. Burny Mattinson's cameo at the beginning was nice, and though Walt Disney himself was very much a complicated person (staunchly anti-union being one of them), the moment of Mickey staring at his portrait was genuine enough (Mickey says a simple "thanks" before he joins the rest of the characters). The framed photographs of various artists throughout the halls was also nice (I'm sure the actual building has those framed pictures of their former employees). I would have been a lot more critical of the short if many of the presence of the other artists weren't felt in the studio.

Overall, it was a great short! It was a beautiful love letter to the animation studio and its characters. I'm glad that they didn't incorporate any Pixar stuff and even flaunt their acquired assets (Star Wars, Marvel, etc.). It was just about celebrating their original animated works and the large catalog of characters. The animation was also fantastic and it was cool seeing the 2-D characters interact with the CG characters in a way that felt natural. I greatly appreciate the effort and love that was put into the short.

#once upon a studio #disney #beauty and the beast #the huncback of notre dame #winnie the pooh #wreck-it ralph #mulan #robin hood #the jungle book #the little mermaid #cinderella #encanto #animation

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therealvalkyrie · 8 months

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the morning, the evening

Pairing/setting: Farmer!Ushijima Wakatoshi x Fem!Reader Word Count: 2.6k Warnings: very fluffy, implied sex, reader wants a baby AN: I've been working on this sporadically for *checks watch* 2.5 years so I hope y'all fucking like it lmao. I really struggled with tying up the ending, so if it feels abrupt that's why! also was too intimidated to try and write baby-making smut, so feel free to imagine those particular shenanigans in your own huge and wrinkly brainsicle. love you all! ~valkyrie

It’s on mornings like this that you feel most unlike yourself. When you slip out of bed before your husband and tug on one of his huge flannels, the sun just peeking into your window. It’s too early. Too early to think, too early for food, too early to do anything but slip out onto the porch in bare feet and curl up on the porch swing. The birds are just waking up with you -- chickadees singing a greeting and the chickens clucking softly in reply. The dewy air sends goosebumps up your bare legs and settles in your lungs as mist clings to the ground. It makes you feel a little lost, a little out of place; mornings have never been meant for you.

When your husband wakes up with the rooster, he joins you on the porch swing, the screen door creaking shut behind him, and hands you a cup of coffee. You lean into his sturdy side and clutch your third favorite mug with both hands (the handle broke last year when you dropped it on the kitchen tile). He doesn’t say anything, just presses his lips to your temple and looks out to the mountains with you. He knows you’ve never been meant for mornings.

When his yellow mug is empty, he rubs your bent knee with a huge hand and leaves you to start farm chores. You may be entitled to a slow start, but the horses expect breakfast before 7 or they’ll be ornery all day.

The sun burns enough dew away for the farmhand’s truck to kick up dust as he drives up your long driveway -- your cue to go put on pants. Back in the bedroom, the stained glass ornaments hanging in the windows are casting shifting rainbows on the wall. This is what lifts your lips for the first time today and prompts the first sip of tepid coffee. You sprawl out on your unmade bed, stretching like a cat in a sunspot made just for you.

By the time you pad downstairs in jeans and an airy blouse, the morning has begrudgingly made a space for you in between its sense of purpose and quiet watchfulness. You set about making breakfast and more coffee, nudging the kitchen awake. You say good morning to the toaster and the butter bell and the kettle on the stove and purposely ignore the dishwasher, which has been giving attitude since the weekend.

You’re murmuring quietly to a pancake when Wakatoshi clomps back in, hanging his hat on the hook by the door.

“Good morning,” you greet, offering up your cheek, which he kisses along with a heavy hand on your hip.

“Does the pancake ever talk back?” he wonders aloud, looking over your shoulder into your cast iron pan.

“Not yet,” you reach for your spatula and grin up at him, “which is what makes it such a good listener.”

He hums thoughtfully and squeezes your waist with his big hand before turning away to reach for plates from the cupboard.

Breakfast passes in conversation about the farrier visiting in the afternoon -- some horses are due for new shoes -- between bites of food. Toshi disappears out the back door to start the rest of his day and you load dishes into the dishwasher. It grumbles to life after a swift kick to the bottom left corner. You’ll have to call the plumber before the weekend.

You’re feeling halfway back to yourself again when you settle into your creaky wooden office chair. It’s nearly the end of the month, which means today is for paying bills and making calls. It’s not nearly as much of a task as it was when you first took over the business side of the farm. Then, you’d had to wade through fifty years of an unintelligible filing system and re-negotiate deals that Wakatoshi’s grandparents had made just as long ago. You’ve always had a way with numbers and a sense for business; it’s the local politics that gave you trouble. People this far into farming country simply don’t trust outsiders, no matter if they’re married to the local golden boy.

Wakatoshi says it had been the same for his father, coming in as an outsider and marrying the beloved daughter of a beloved family. That’s why he’d left, when Toshi was just a kid, never having managed to really feel at home in the community or on the farm.

“But he didn’t have the advantage of your smile,” he’d joked, poking the corner of your mouth gently as you lay in bed late one night a couple of weeks after your wedding.

You’d giggled, swatting his hand away and burying your face into his broad chest. “Do you really think they’ll like me?” you asked in a small voice after a quiet moment.

“They’ll love you. Just like I do.”

You wouldn’t quite say they love you, but the town has at least grown to tolerate you after you’d asserted yourself into their daily lives. Miss Betty at the feed store still doesn’t give you a discount on grain like she had your mother-in-law, and Mary Fletcher still calls you a gold digger behind your back. But at least you’ve made good enough friends with her cousin Amber, who boards her horse in your stables and comes by almost every weekend, to hear about it.

You begin to sweat as the summer announces that it’s still here in the late morning and turn on the rotating fan in an effort to stay cool. The dial of the old rotary phone whirs under your fingertips as you call up the bank, one bare foot bouncing in the air where your leg dangles over the armrest of your chair and receiver cradled to your ear.

It’s a tedious conversation with Laurie, the one and only bank teller, whose daughter is going off to college in just a couple of weeks, that carries you over into lunchtime. You eventually manage to steer her in the direction of the purpose of your call, learning, amidst tidbits about her daughter’s roommate and her son’s soccer tryouts, that your check to the vet had bounced because of an error on the bank’s end. Thank God.

“Shit, that woman can talk,” you breathe when the receiver is safely in its cradle, and Laurie won’t threaten to wash out your mouth with soap for using foul language.

With a deep exhale, you allow your head to fall onto the back of the chair, languishing in the buzzing heat. For the millionth time this summer, you think back to your tiny city apartment, with its shitty water pressure and shitty commute and heavenly air conditioning. What you wouldn’t give….

Well, you wouldn’t give up Wakatoshi, for one.

And you’d had that, with him. You fit him into your tiny shower, washing each other’s bodies and then fucking on the bathroom counter when he couldn’t figure out how to finagle his limbs to fit. He kissed you every morning before work, pressing a packed lunch into your hands.

He proposed under your favorite oak tree in the park at peak foliage, asking you to marry him and move back to his home. You said yes.

You meant it.

But, God. This heat.

The afternoon drags you down, oppressive and lingering, and you find yourself incapable of thinking anymore.

You pass Wakatoshi on your way across the driveway and give him a brief wave, your ring of keys hanging off your middle finger.

“I’ll be back for dinner,” you call as he takes off his hat and runs his fingers through his sweaty hair.

He watches the way your legs propel you up into the elevated cab of his truck, loaded with some buzzing anxiety to move, even through this thick air.

“Okay,” he says.

The first summer you knew Wakatoshi, he invited you to visit home with him for a week. You weren’t together yet, still dancing on the periphery of a relationship with that youthful arrogance of those barely touching adulthood. Halfway through the six-hour drive from the city, he pulled over at a farmstand and bought peaches and lemonade. You ate them in the bed of his truck parked under a maple tree, boughs flush with green and peach juice slipping down your chin.

These grocery store peaches aren’t quite as tender -- you’re just too far North to get them really fresh -- but they’ll do. Still, you worry they’ll bruise as you set the paper grocery bag on the passenger seat next to the bakery box already there. You stand there for a second dumbly, trying to think of a better way to pack them in among your other groceries so they won’t bump around, until the afternoon sun has sunk into the top of your head so it feels like your brain is melting to the inside of your skull. Feeling a little foolish, but otherwise at a loss, you buckle the grocery bag and the box into the seat.

That makes you grin to yourself and snort a giggle as you slam the passenger door and circle around to the other side of the truck. The engine turns and complains for a second before giving in.

Sometimes this is all you need to put yourself back in your body. This little ritual of grocery shopping by yourself -- driving with the music turned up, reading ingredient labels, watching the deli counter guy slice half a pound of provolone. That mundanity, that routine of an adult woman who buys her own groceries, puts everything else in perspective.

You’re here because you want to be. Because you chose to be.

You come to a decision.

Wakatoshi doesn’t pick up the phone when you call on your way out of town, but that’s to be expected. This time of day, he’s most likely out with the horses, and cell reception gives out only a quarter-mile into the pastures. The call goes to voicemail, and you smile to yourself as his recorded voice instructs you to please leave a message. The tone beeps.

“Hey, I’m headed home now. I’ll be there in, uh, about fifteen? Anyway, meet me down at the pond for dinner. Maybe… six-thirty? I thought we’d do something a little special. Okay, I love you!”

The pond is at the East edge of the property, fed by a brook that bubbles out of the foothills. On the side opposite of where the horse pastures end, there is a willow tree that stretches and drapes down to trace the surface of the water. It is under that willow tree that you unpack your picnic basket, pouring white wine into thermos mugs as the low sun streaks through branches.

The heat of the day is finally breaking, giving way to a cacophony of peeper frogs that you can normally only hear distantly in the house. Here, it fills your mind and allows you to think of nothing else but watching the distant silhouette of your husband crossing the pasture towards you. He’s backlit, long shadow reaching across the fence long before he does. You watch him walk in an easy, rolling gait through long grass, watch him hop the fence like he was born for it.

And he was, you remind yourself. He was born for these wide spaces and nature smells. Where you must find space for yourself in the uninhabited corners of the farm (the office, the Eastern edge, the kitchen), he fills the rest as naturally as water fills the pond.

He says your name at the edge of the willow tree, ducking under a bough.

“Hello, love,” you say and smile and pat the blanket next to where you’re sitting.

Your husband sits, folding his legs under him like a little kid. It makes your heart feel a little tender as you tuck yourself into his side and explain your meal: sandwiches and fruit, cherry pie and wine for dessert. He thanks you simply, bending down to kiss you in that slow way that caught you like honey in a trap that first night in front of your apartment building, all those years ago. He tastes like vanilla chapstick.

You eat. Wakatoshi tells you about his day. About the farrier's visit and fixing a leak in the chicken coop’s roof.

“Wakatoshi,” you say, leaning forward to pick at the grass as he works the stone out of a peach with his pocket knife. He hums, deft in his work but listening. “What would you say about having a baby?”

He makes a sharp noise of pain and you look over, wide-eyed, to see he’s sliced clean through the peach and into his own palm. The blood wells before your eyes, mixing with peach juice as you gasp and lunge for the paper napkins in the basket.

“You have to be more careful! What if you seriously--” “Yes,” he cuts you off as you’re taking his hand in both of yours, setting the fruit and knife aside, and wadding up the napkins to stop the bleeding.

“What?”

“I’d say yes to having a baby.” He’s looking right at you with those hazel eyes, the expression in them so close to reverence it stuns you.

“Oh,” you breathe, staring straight back.

At that exact moment, the setting sun glows orange at the top of the pasture hill, streaking Wakatoshi’s cheek with gold through the willow branches. All the breath is gone from you, your head gone light from having this question you’ve mulled over for weeks answered so simply.

His uninjured hand finds your cheek, tucks stray hair away from your face.

“Are you asking? Do you want to have a baby?”

“I-- Yes. I’m asking.”

He smiles, soft as the cattails that sway at the opposite edge of the pond, and leans in to meet your lips with his. You let yourself sink into it for a moment, unable to stop smiling against his mouth, but pull away to further inspect the slice across his palm. He lets you, his fingers curled gently inward while you dab away blood and rub a gentle thumb on his wrist, but his gaze never wavers from your face. It’s intense-- almost like how it was when you first knew him, but with an undercurrent of affection that makes your chest warm.

“It doesn’t look too deep,” you conclude, folding up some clean napkins and pressing them to the wound. “But we should clean it--”

“It can wait.”

“But it could still get infected, what if--”

“It can wait,” he interrupts again, insisting with gentle obstinance. The next words are low in his chest. “I can’t.”

You don’t get back to the house until late, August constellations suspended thickly overhead. It’s like you’re kids again and the barn cat is your mother, watching disapprovingly from her perch on the porch railing as you sneak in after curfew, wine-tipsy and elated. Your husband crowds in the door after you, handsy even after you’ve done nothing but touch each other all evening. You pull him into the kitchen and make him wash his wound thoroughly, your thumbs rubbing into the meat of his palm.

“I hope our daughter has your eyes,” he says. He’s close, his own eyes finding yours in the almost-dark.

“A daughter, huh?”

“A daughter. She’ll be just like you.”

“And what am I like?” you ask, coy, looking up at him through your lashes in the starlight streaming in the window.

Wakatoshi leans forward gently, resting his brow on yours. “You are,” he swallows thickly, eyes fluttering closed, “you are the world.”

Your day ends nothing like it began. Your day ends with utter surety of your place in this house, in this town, in Wakatoshi’s arms. The day ends and you feel completely yourself again, cradled in the gently rolling hills of the life you’ve chosen.

#ushijima wakatoshi x reader #ushijima x reader #fluff #reader insert #haikyuu!! reader insert #valkyrie writes #tw babymaking #tw fluff

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anniebear-92 · 1 year

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Paw Prints

Part one of... I'm not sure yet? I was going to make this a one shot, but I ended up writing a lot more than I planned so it's going to be a fic. Short one but maybe 3-4 parts? Stay tuned :)

Overview:

While walking home one night in the rain, you find a very sickly cat laying in a destroyed box tucked into an alley. Being the pet lover you are, you rush the cat home to nurse him back to full health. Once recovered the cat begins to show his true colors of a bristly, attitude ridden cat who would more likely be a Pomeranian in another life. After several shenanigan ridden months with the cat, who is strangely attentive and extremely intelligent, you wake one day to your cat missing. In his place... an extremely handsome man. One who has seen all your embarrassing moments and just won't seem to let you live them down...

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo x Reader

Warnings: SFW, possibly eventual NSFW. Fluff, swearing. Female reader mentioned but I try to keep majority of it neutral. Quirkless AU, Hybrids are rare and not known to the world.

Length: To be determined.

Part One: New Beginnings

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The rain beats down on the cement sidewalk with a vengeance as your fingers tightened around the umbrella handle, curling in on yourself with a shiver. The weather had been quite dreary for the last few days and the only reason for leaving the apartment this evening had been the low volume in your fridge. With some grumbles and a pair of rain boots you had made the executive decision to trudge out into the nasty weather for a trip to the grocery store. Said building was just around the corner, the bright lights a beacon of a safe temporary haven from the elements as the doors closed with a chime alerting your arrival. The teenage cashier at the counter gave a brief and uninterested greeting while you crossed to the aisle containing your selections.

A few items into the basket later you decided on just enough for tonight's meal and tomorrow would be just that, tomorrow's problem. With a sigh the cashier began ringing up your purchases, leaving you a moment to peer around the store to avoid awkward exchanges with the employee who would obviously rather be anywhere than their paying job. A small object in the display for impulse buys caught your attention, a plastic stick with a tiny ball of shiny fibers sat tilted in the rack. A sad smile crossed your face while shifting the cat toy's packaging upright in the display.

The item brought back memories of your first ever pet who had recently passed, vision blurring slightly as your fingers lightly tapped the object, so the attached bell jingled. The thought of getting another pet had crossed your mind, however unsure if you were ready for that just yet had nagged at the back of your mind.

Your hand fell to your side quickly as if burned when the cashier interrupted with an annoyed clearing of their throat.

"I asked if there was anything else you needed today?" With an embarrassed smile and a quick shake of your head, you finished the transaction and scurried out of the store. The cashier rolling their eyes and going back to their phone as you opened the umbrella once more to brave the elements.

Splashes of water from your boots hitting the wet ground were one of the few sounds heard in this late hour, besides the occasional car driving by disturbing the standing water in the streets. Only a few blocks until home where you could shed these cold damp clothes and put together the simple dinner with the ingredients in the bag. Followed by a warm blanket, maybe some hot chocolate and a good movie before bed. Hell, you may even have the ice cream you've been saving in the back of the freezer.

All your plans went right out the proverbial window when a faint wail of an animal in clear pain stopped you dead in your tracks. When nothing but the soft patter of rain resumed, the possibility of the sound being simply a trick of your mind crossed your thoughts. After waiting another short moment, you took a few steps once again towards home only to hear the wail once more, this time just barely louder than before. Almost like something was trying to get your attention.

To your left was a small alleyway filled with trash cans for some of the above apartments, some debris scattered around the area. Stepping just in between the buildings you attempted to locate the sound of the noise, wary if it was a sick racoon or animal waiting to bite you for your attempts to help.

"Hello?" Your voice echoed off the brick of the buildings, hoping to coax the animal to make more noise so you could locate it. A soft meow in response brought your attention to a very soggy cardboard box, holding on by barely a prayer as the rain continued to beat it down slowly but surely. "Are you in there?" You asked softly, knowing full well the animal was not going to answer your question like "Yes! I am here!"

Lifting the wet flap, your heart squeezed at the sight. Inside was a small curled up ball of fur, caked in mud and shivering heavily as its body huffed in obvious labored breathing. "Oh, you poor baby." You cooed, bending your knees to squat lower to the ground in the hopes to get a better look.

The cat had clearly been outside for a long time, though it did not look to be too old, a year maybe. Possibly a few at most, but the cat was clearly sick from the lazy look in its barely open eyes. You slowly reached out and brushed your fingers into the cat's once light-colored fur, now stained with the brown of dirt and grime from the streets. The cat simply raised its head ever so sluggishly, strikingly crimson eyes met yours to your surprise. Never in your life had you seen a cat with such a colored pair, especially ones that showed such exhaustion and a hint of pleading. Almost as if the cat was asking 'Please get me out of here.'

Unable to leave the poor animal you quickly adjusted your plastic bag on the crook of your arm and closed the umbrella. You collapsed the object and threw it into the bag as well, not caring if the packaging inside got a little wet since your home was only a few blocks at most now.

"I'm going to pick you up now… please don't bite me." You spoke softly as you offered your hand to the cat who still watched you closely, it's eyes closing slowly as they lowered their head back to the ground with a soft huff. Taking that as a sign the cat would not fight your help, you gave it a few slow pets before sliding your hands underneath and picking the cat up gently. The animal barely awknowledged you as you held it close, wrapping your coat around the poor creature.

Making haste you rounded the corner and hurried for home, taking the stairs two at a time while holding your precious cargo to your chest tightly. Digging the keys from your pocket and shoving them into the lock, it opened with a click then shut with a bang as you closed it with the heel of your rain boot. Dropping the bag of food by the door you rushed into the hall to pull some fresh towels from the top shelf. Wrapping the shivering creature tightly you lay it on the couch after a quick rub down to dry up some of the water clinging to it's dirty fur. Pulling up an emergency vet line on your phone, a few rings and a discussion with a vet later you had your plan of action to help the cat.

You were told if the cat gets any worse to bring it in, but getting the cat warm, some food and clean water should help with fighting off any infection it may currently have from the elements. However a trip to the vet the next morning would definetly be in the books. Bath would have to wait as it could lower or raise the cat's tempature too fast and make the sickness worse. If it makes it though the night, you could give it a nice warm bath.

Giving the animal time to warm in the fluffy towels, you finally put away the food from the store and began digging through some cupboards. With a soft exclamation of happiness, you found what you were looking for. Luckily you still had a few cans of wet food left from before your cat passed away, perfect for sick little fur babies. After confirming the expiration date was still valid, you dumped the contents into a food dish and one with water while thanking everything that you didn't have to go back into the rain.

With slow steps as not to startle the cat you stepped next to the couch to see the ball of fur had finally stopped shaking, a good sign that their temperature was regulating to better heights. You placed the food and water above the bundle where two lone ears peeked out from the towel, the rest of its face hidden away. Though not for long as audible sniffing could be heard, followed by the ears turning into a full head as it appeared interested in the food. A few testing sniffs at the bowl of offerings proved sufficient enough as it began tearing into the food as if the first meal in a long time, which... it most likely was.

You took the opportunity to step away to let the cat eat and not crowd or make them feel uncomfortable. Getting bit was one of the last things you wanted today, or ever. It didn't take long to prepare your meal, by the time you had dropped the first item into the pan the cat had finished scarfing down their food and lapping up every drop of water from the bowls. It was now lazily curled up into a tight ball, eyes closed to get some much-needed rest. You designed that the cat would be taking up the couch for the rest of the evening, deciding to just eat your food and get some sleep yourself. Placing your finished bowl into the sink you checked on the cat one final time, seeing the cat's body rise and fall made you feel soft joy inside. Maybe you didn't feel ready for another cat, but it's what you needed.

Praying the cat made it through the night, you changed into some night clothes for bed and crawled into blankets of your own. Tomorrow would be bath time for kitty, a trip to the vet and pick up some supplies that you didn't already have. You had planned to throw out your previous animal's things when it had gotten too hard after losing them, however you just couldn't bring yourself to actually go through with it in the end.

The next morning your eyes cracked slowly, taking in the sunlight peeking through the curtains. It was no longer raining thank goodness, the dreary weather was getting old. Sitting up in bed the memories of the night before came rushing back to you. Throwing back the blankets you hopped out of the bed, gripped the door handle and took a deep inhale to calm yourself in preparation if the creature did not make it through the night.

Opening the door and stepping into the hall you made your way back into the living room. The couch still held the towels now caked in dried mud, though missing one ball of fur.

"Kitty?" You called out, hoping it didn't hide somewhere and pass on. A couple calls later continued to go unanswered before you huffed, collecting the towels and throwing them into the laundry basket beside the washer in the hallway closet. Begining your search, you lifted the reclining chair beside the couch, peered under the couch with your phone's flashlight and around the kitchen island. No luck in the living area so you moved to check the remaining rooms in the apartment, the bathroom, your room and the spare. No luck in either your room or the bathroom so you moved on to the spare bedroom across from your own.

"Come on Kitty, please just give me a sign you're still with the living!" You groaned before getting down on your knees and peering under the bed, with a yelp you sat back up quickly when a dirty paw had swiped out at your face from under the frame.

Good to know the cat is alive and energetic enough to attack you so early in the morning. Rubbing your cheek that the claws had barely missed you peered back under again, this time giving the cat proper distance.

"Well, hello there Mister grumpy pants, how are you today?" You watched as the cat sat on its haunches, those bright crimson colored eyes narrowed at you showed significantly more life than the previous evening. "Are you hungry?" You asked once again as the cat's tail flicked dangerously as if responding 'I can't talk dumbass.'

You nodded taking that as a yes and picked yourself off the floor. Back in the living room you collected the empty dishes from the couch and filled them with the contents of a new can. Setting the food down you watched as the cat peered around the corner suspiciously, not sure on you just yet. Stepping away from the food you sat down on the couch after making sure not to sit in any ruminants of mud or dirt.

Satisfied, you watched as the cat inspected the food before peering over at you to make sure you were nowhere near before digging into the food once again. The water was given quick work as well before the cat strolled lazily into the living area and taking residence on your reclining chair.

You still had yet to give said kitty a bath and a trip to the vet was needed to make sure the cat was healthy. So unfortunately, you would need to piss off the cat who clearly didn't trust you yet in order to do so. Drawing a bath in the sink you set out all the supplies needed so you could get the cat in and out without hopefully injury to you or the soon to be upset fur ball. Or… more upset than it already was.

After picking up the snoozing feline you played a game of hold on to the bucking cat while trying to scrub all the dirt and grime from it's fur. The cat was surprisingly a very light blonde in color once the dark brown had been scrubbed away, soft tiger stripe markings were visible in places around it's face and tail. On accident and also to the cat's annoyance, you made the discovery it was actually a male cat. Drying the cat off in the towel you had prepared earned you a very nasty glare from the feline.

Making sure he was nice and dry, you stowed your caturrito into a carrier and started your journey to the vet. Low growls and hisses were a constant during the ride to the vet in the car. You spoke to him gently letting him know you were taking him somewhere to make sure he was healthy and then you would take him home so he could go hide all he wanted. Your response was some more growls and the occasional swipe of a paw between the door wire as if he was trying to unlock the cage.

Once you finally arrived at the vet, the receptionist asked for the cat's name to check him in. You told her undetermined since you had just found him, and she nodded letting you know she would also check for a microchip to see if he had a previous owner. The poor nurse earned herself some scratches while coaxing him out of the carrier and the vet didn't fare any better. They ended up giving him a tiny shot to calm his nerves and the rest of the visit went fairly smoother.

The vet announced he had an infection, prescribed some antibiotics and that he would recover quickly with lots of rest, food and clean water now that he's inside. He didn't have a microchip, so the cat was released back to your care and the two of you returned home. The ride back home was much quieter with a half-asleep angry bean instead of a wide-awake angry bean. You placed the kennel by the front door and left the cage open so he could exit whenever he was ready.

He finally exited the kennel while you were busy making lunch, his glare boring into the side of your head. You flashed him a smile before turning back to finish up the food and sitting at the island with your bowl. The cat had hopped onto the counter and was now sitting across the space, his eyes flicking between your food and face. "No Sir." You spoke sternly as his ear twitched with your words, his tail flicking quickly behind him. "You have a full bowl down there."

His eyes followed where you pointed only to return back to the bowl sat before you. His tail flicked back and forth while those carmine eyes shined a hint of mischievous intentions. Seeing the impending danger of your meal, you stood and rounded the counter to pick him up off the surface. He let out a yelp of surprise before thrashing around in your grip with sounds of clear annoyance. You placed him on the floor near his food while he took a swipe at your foot for picking him up unannounced.

Chuckling softly at the spit fire of a cat, you returned to the counter to resume eating. From the corner of your eye, the cat had begun sniffing the food once more before turning its nose to the air and almost stomping away in disgust. You startled just a bit when he hopped up back into his spot across from you, his eyes now flicking to your food once again. With a sigh, you stood to pick up his bowl and slid it before him.

"Here we can eat together!" Flashing him a bright smile while taking your place, his eyes dropping to the bowl at his paws before raising back to you with a 'Are you serious? You expect me to eat this crap?'

Cocking a brow, you began the stare down with the feline while you slowly chewed on a noddle. Without breaking his stoic expression, he shifted a paw forward while flexing around the bowl slowly.

"Don't do it mister!" Shooting him a warning glare, the male began slowly shifting the bowl towards the edge with his paw. "No don't do th-" Before you could snatch the bowl to save it from an untimely demise, the furry terrorist made a sudden jerk of the paw, and the bowl went crashing to the floor.

With a deep exhale you began sweeping up the mess with the perpetrator watching the entire time. You swore he wore a small smirk while his tail continued to flick behind him warningly as to the mischievous glint still shining in his eyes. Standing slowly with dustpan in hand you paused briefly at face level. "You're quite the asshole."

You earned a swipe to the face, his small toe beans connecting with your cheek. He had thankfully kept his claws sheathed, so the little shit had just given you bitch slap essentially.

"Yep, total asshole." Grumbling you thew away the broken pieces of the bowl only to find your meal gone, and a very satisfied cat licking his lips.

A loud groan of frustration left you as you snatched the bowl and placed it in the sink. "I was done anyway!" You stomped away to the couch, collapsing on the cushion with your arms crossed. You flicked on the television while continuing to contemplate your life's decisions of bringing in the little furry butthead.

A mewl earned your attention as you now found the reason for your irritation sitting on the arm rest beside you. Turning your head you huffed, not wanting to reward his behavior with positive attention. Your eyes remained glued to the show you were barely watching as a slight pressure on your thigh startled you. The cat crawled into your lap, curling up with his long fluffy tail wrapping around his face. He peeked one of those beautiful vermillion eyes at you before closing them once again. This little shit knew exactly what he was doing. You exhaled before finally running your fingers over the length of the cat's body. His fur was so fine and extremely soft as you continued to thread your fingers through over and over. He may be an asshole, but he was a cute asshole.

"What should I name you huh?" You mused, watching the little sleepy face while he ignored you.

"Prince?" You wondered aloud, earning a huff from the cat.

"Garfield?" Another huff.

"Princess?" He opened an eye again and hissed as you chuckled.

"Alright, alright I was just joking. Should name you spawn of Satan." The cat bat at your fingers this time with claws and you yanked them away with a hiss. "Definitely spawn."

He settled once more, your fingers now scratching behind his ear. "Well, you are a little explosive shit… Bakugo?" He peeked an eye open once more before closing them and making himself more comfortable. A low rumble filled the room as you realized the feline rolling in your lap was purring!

With a content smile on your face, you began scratching his cheek as the purring only got louder from there.

"Welcome home Bakugo."

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This is my first standalone fic here so please let me know what you think! If you want it to continue, I do have a couple parts planed out already, so I'll hopefully be posting them soon if they do well. Thank you for reading!

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jakexneytiri · 1 year

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Last One Babe, Spicey Neteyam - 🐡

🔞🔞

"I told you to watch out for the quiet ones."

Boom, Bang. Slap. Thud. It was the banging of the wall, the sweaty smell of sex in the air. The constant duets of grunts and groans. Everybody heard, everybody smelt. A stench so strong they could almost taste it on the tips of their tongues.

That's what five months of eye fucking will do to a pair of shy yet freaky individuals.

Yeah, you and Neteyam were down baad for eachother.

It was the first time his parents had seem him so openly affectionate in public. If you could call such scenes as so. Tongues tumbling in twists and turns and mouths moulding lazily but oh so constructed, leaving with a popping sound after a final exit.

Oh my, no one thought it would ever stop.

Obviously it didnt, because although you two had found someplace far away from the village; to grind, and bounce, kiss and lick on eachother. It was obvious in the changes. Such as your slender thighs and hips that had amazingly adjusted to a rounder and plumper look. A quality forged by fucking, and quickly more of assistance to the build up of you and Neteyam's shenanigans.

The feel too, ooowee Neteyam loved it. He especially loved the ripple effects they made. He'd pinch your new meaty compartments just to watch them jiggle. He'd graze his sharp canines over them just to see you shyly giggle. And then, then he would lick you up and down sloooowwlllyyy just to hear you squirm and gasp out curses under your hitched breathe.

Yeah he liked that, he was a freak.

He may have kitty licked your clit, and slurped up your sweet nectar like a cat sculling milk, but when the alarm bell rung in your sex haven ring, he'd have you howling out like a wolf and barking like a dog.

Showered in sweat, raining down from his forehead and splattering onto your bawled up features like blood. His stealthy movements followed him into the bedroom, hips built for precision and power. Lean yet forceful, and against the will of your pleads he wouldn't stop unless you cried out otherwise. You wouldn't.

A panic distressed call, like when Neytiri thought she had misplaced tuk, is how you sounded when his balls hit your skin. Jake scolding Lo'ak through gritted teeth is how you sounded when he would hump his girth into you almost tenderly, and the push of his body performed in the most pleasing view to your eyes. Wave like motions so smoothly operated, you could've cummed just from seeing the muscles of his temple of a figure contract.

Yeah two pairs of freaks.

"I love you so much." You breathed out after his weight collapsed on top of you.

"I love you more." His words sent vibrations through your body, hot breathe tickling the sweaty skin of your collarbone.

"What should we do now." You huffed out after a minutes silence, much needed to regain your breathing; one that felt and sounded much more natural.

"Let's clean up huh?" He croaked

"Mmm, only if you promise to be nice." You teased through a big smile

"I make no promises." He paused "Anyways its your turn."

"Hmmm?" You played along, though he could hear the smile by your tone. You were a second away from laughing.

"I fuck you silly love, not stupid." He feigned a scold, almost like disappointment, but he was just happy to say he could do such things to you. Finally.

"You do both and much more my boy."

EXCUSE ME. LAST ONE??? don’t go 🐡 anon!!😢

#🐡 anon <3 #neteyam smut

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michelleleewise · 1 year

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Claw and Order

Pairing: Loki x female reader

Warnings: cat mischief, loki being loki but as a cat, use of the word "purr" a ridiculous amount, established relationship, sub/dom dynamics, collars, shenanigans, spells gone wrong, the loss of Steve's favorite cup....

Summary: An argument between Thor and Loki about his new "accessory" causes Loki's anger to rise.. when the good captain tries to help....

A/n-graphics by @harlequin-hangout and a special shout out to @soubi001 for helping with the title!!! Your amazing!! And @vbecker10 for listening to my nonsensical rambling!! Love you!!!

Part of the lokitty series-

You watched Loki roll to his back, the small gold bell of his collar jingling as he moved. He had changed back some time ago but he hadn't woken up yet, so you patiently waited. You crossed your legs, biting your lip as your eyes took in his bare form. A few loose strands of his hair gently draping across his face, the collar moving ever so slightly as his Adam's apple bobbed, a small groan passing his parted lips. You eyes traveled further down, watching his chest rise and fall with each breath, his large hands splayed across his stomach, your thighs clenching remembering the last thing he did to you with those hands.

You felt your cheeks heat up seeing his stomach flex as he shifted again, your eyes traveling further down when Loki cleared his throat "you know I love how you admire me love." He purred, turning to his side facing you snapping you out of your trance "loki..." you said crossing your arms "oh dear, you aren't upset with me are you?" He smiled propping himself up on one elbow "loki, you destroyed the lab." You said sternly seeing his smile widen "improved is more like it." He said swinging his long legs off the bed sitting up "but, i am at your mercy. you may punish me as you see fit my queen." He said watching you. "Oh, I already have...darling." you said mimicking his accent smiling widely seeing him furrow his eyebrows.

You stood up, swinging your hips as you walked to the bed, stepping between his parted legs you reached out running a finger under the green collar, tugging him slightly forward as you leaned down to his level. "You've been a bad boy loki." You purred, hooking your fingers under the collar "now, what should I do with you?" You smiled seeing his eyes widen "well I have a few....suggestions if your interested." He smiled, quickly regaining his composure as you straightened up, his head tilting up looking at you making a shiver run up your spine, this man was going to be death of you. You gently pulled him forward, his eyes never leaving yours as his knees met the carpet, his back straightening placing his hands on his thighs

"first, you are..." you were cut off as Jarvis spoke "Mr Laufeyson, your presence is requested in the conference room." It said making you roll your eyes "Jarvis, can it wait?" You called out to the ceiling "I'm afraid not, It is rather urgent." It said. "Dammit." You muttered hearing Loki laugh "to be continued I guess" He snarked as you crouched down to his level "you may go, but this." You said tugging the collar "stays...on." you said sternly seeing him swallow "now darling, really. I can't wear this out there, they will..." you cut him off "will what? Know your mine...know that I can bend you to my will at any moment...that I can bring a prince to his knees?" You asked smiling "i..well you see.." he stuttered "it stays, am I understood?" You purred y...yes ma'am, understood." He said watching you straighten up

"good, we will discuss your punishment when you return." You said smiling as you turned back taking a seat in the chair as Loki stood clearing his throat, biting your lip as his clothes materialized on his long frame, the collar visible under rhe collar of his tunic "Darling, could we atleast remove the bell?" He asked, it jingling lightly as he talked "no, it stays as it is." You said "now hurry back, my patience is wearing very thin." You said hearing him sigh as he turned walking out the door. You couldn't help the smile that spread across your face as be left, ideas of what you were going to do to him running rampant through your mind.

Loki huffed, walking into the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea. The captain had been utterly insufferable, droning on and on about rules and regulations, how they needed to be a team and stop lone wolfing evey mission when he told them there was a team building trip this weekend and everyone was required to participate. Loki rolled his eyes remembering the end of the meeting "now laufeyson, don't be like that. It'll be fun." The man said smiling. Loki wanted nothing more then to slap the smile off the man's smug face. "Righteous imbicile." He grumbled setting the kettle on the stove.

"Brother, there you are." Thor said walking in. "I was looking for you after..." he trailed off, his eyes meeting Loki's neck "have my good looks left you speechless Thor?" Loki snapped crossing his arms. "I didn't think you the type Loki." He laughed sitting on a stool "what is that supposed to mean?" Loki snapped glaring at him "the type to allow a woman, a mortal no less...to collar you." Thor laughed again making Loki's face heat up "jealous are you?" Loki snarked feigning indifference "Loki, prince of asgard...rightful king brought to his knees by a mortal." Thor laughed, slapping his hand down on the counter. Loki rolled his eyes grabbing a cup from the cupboard "as much as I looove our little chats." Thor cut him off with another laugh, grating on Loki's nerves.

"D..does she..." Thor leaned forward holding his hands up "you know." He winked, making a lewd gesture with his hands as Loki slammed his and on the counter "what I do in my private chambers is not your concern!" He yelled as Thor sat still staring at him "I will thank you to stay out of my affairs." He said walking around the island towards the hall "loki don't be like that, I was only...." loki turned glaring at him "what...mocking me, making jest of my relationship?" Loki snapped stepping forward "atleast I have one, brother." Loki sneered as Thor stood up "what happened with your mortal...oh that's right, she dumped you." He smiled as Thor stormed up to him, standing nose to nose. "You do not know the story." Thor said glaring at him.

"Well, one can only assume you couldn't please her." Loki snarked when Thor shoved him "woah you two?" They both snapped their heads seeing Tony walk in "I don't need you destroying my tower." He said walking to them, smiling as his eyes landed on Loki's neck. "I see you got your present." Tony snarked "I don't have to stand here and take this." Loki said pushing past Tony storming towards the hallway "atleast I know where you are now!" Tony yelled at him when they both laughed. "Morons." Loki muttered hitting the button for the elevator feeling his anger begin to boil over.

Steve walked towards the elevator, pressing the button as he shifted through a small stack of paperwork from his last mission, tucking it under his arm when the elevator dinged and the doors slid open. He walked in, his eyebrows furrowing seeing a pile of clothes in the corner when they shifted making him jump back dropping his paperwork as a small black car emerged from the pile, hissing and snarling. "Oh, hey little guy." He cooed, a shiver running up his spine as the cats deep green eyes met his. "Where did you come from?" Steve asked kneeling down holding his arms out when the cat hissed and ran for the doors as they closed.

"Hey...hey calm down little fella." He said watching the cat claw at the doors leaving deep gashes in the metal. He reached out, quickly grabbing the cat holding him to his chest as it hissed and growled, digging its claws into his chest "god...bless America!" Steve yelled twisting the cat around trying to keep the cats razor sharp claws away from his skin. "Who is your owner little guy?" He asked, running a finger under the green collar as it began twisting again. "Ok, ok I'll take you to my room until we can find your master." He said as the doors slid open, Steve held the cat out into the air as he walked to his room "Alright, you stay here and I'll be right back." He said opening the door setting the cat down quickly shutting it so it didn't get out. "Sheesh, someone's upset." He said hearing the snarling on the other side of the door.

He hurried back to the elevator grabbing his paperwork, shifting through it he pressed the button for the labs, the sooner he got the paperwork to Tony the sooner he could take care of his new friend. Rushing out as soon as the doors opened he walked into the lab seeing Tony hunched over his latest project "Hey, I'm gonna leave these here, I've got something to take care of." He said as Tony looked up at him "where's the fire cap?" He asked grabbing the stack of papers "oh, I found this cute little cat in the elevator and I need to find his owner." Steve said smiling.

"wait...black cat?" Tony asked freezing "yeah, big green eyes, do you know it?" Steve asked "green collar I'm assuming?" Tony continued "yeah, do you know who the owner is?" Steve asked "I think so, but your gonna wanna get back to your room...like now." Tony said standing up "what do you..." Tony cut him off "trust me...I've got a call to make." Tony said rushing to his desk. Steve stood there a minute trying to figure out what Tony's issue was before he shrugged and headed back towards the elevator "scientists..." he sighed stepping inside pressing the button for his floor. His phone ringing as he stepped out "Steve! Where are you?" He heard your panicked voice through the speaker "y/n? I'm heading to my room." Steve said stopping in front of his door.

"Steve, listen to me...the cat." He pulled the phone away hearing a loud bang behind the door "y/n, I'm gonna have to call you back." Steve said hanging up as he opened the door to his room, his eyes widening at the scene in front of him. His clothes had been drug out of the closet, spread across the floor in shreds. His favorite chair sat in the corner, deep gashes slashed through it as the cotton stuffing poured out and into the floor. His eyes traveled further, seeing the deep blue duvet that was on his bed now on the floor ripped apart, the same gashes traveling across his mattress the insides pulled out when he saw the blank space on the wall where his shield had been.

"No no no.." he said, closing the door he rushed across the room seeing his shield on the floor, long deep claw marks traveling across it. He dropped to his knees, running his fingers along the gashes "why..." he sighed, picking it up holding it to his chest when he heard another noise come from the kitchen. He got up, still holding his shield he slowly walked into the kitchen, seeing the cat sitting on the counter twirling a long knife on the counter with its paw. "H..hey little guy." Steve cooed walking forward as the cats eyes met his "Let's just stay calm." Steve said as the cat batted the knife hard with his paw, launching it into the air lodging in the wall next to Steve's head "woah! What are you.." he trailed off seeing the cat jump into the cabinet and begin knocking the plates down onto the floor.

"Hey! Stop that!" Steve yelled as the cat kicked a stack of bowls, glass shattering across the floor. "Steve, open the door." He heard your on the other side of the door as he watched the cat slither along his coffee mugs, his tail whipping around each one as it knocked one by one out of the cabinet, glass flying everywhere when he stopped, placing his paw on the last cup...Steve's favorite, the dark blue cup with his insignia on it that bucky had given him "Please..." Steve tried as the cat looked into his eyes, pushing the cup forward. "No..." Steve whispered as the cat tipped it over the edge. Steve dropped the shield, diving for the cup but barely missed as it shattered in small pieces across the kitchen floor. He picked up a few of the larger pieces, leaning against the cabinets when he heard the door open.

"Steve, where are you?" You called out hearing a noise in the kitchen you walked in seeing glass covering the tile floor, a knife lodged onto the wall and Steve's shield "Steve, are you..." you trailed off seeing the super soldier hunched over on the floor "i..I was only trying to help." Steve said looking up "are you crying?" You asked furrowing your eyebrows "no! I got something in my eye." He said wiping his face "riiiight." You said looking around "Where's the cat?" You asked "i..I don't know, he was here a minute ago" Steve said standing up. You walked out, sighing seeing the destruction when you heard a ripping sound in the closet. You looked to Steve holding your finger to your lips as you stalked closer, peeking inside you saw loki digging his claws into Steve's uniform. Steve tried to storm in when you punched him in the arm making him wince "shh...stay here." You whispered as you kneeled down, slowly crawling forward.

You waited until he turned to pounce, lunging forward your wrapped your arms around his small frame pulling him to your chest. "Loki....I swear.." you growled, his eyes widening as he looked back at you. "Oh...you just wait..." you said hearing him purr as you stood up. "D..did you get him? Are you ok?" Steve called out as you sighed "yes, im fine." You said stepping out of the closet. "I'm so sorry Steve, I'll replace all of this." You said looking around the room. "It..it's fine." He said looking down, still holding the pieces of his cup. "No, it's not. I'll make sure it's taken care of." You said patting his shoulder. "I'll come back with Loki, I'm sure he'll he more then happy to help." You said hearing Loki hiss.

"It's ok, I'm pretty sure he hates me." Steve said sitting down in his chair, shifting as a spring poked him "He does not hate you, he's just..." you trailed off looking down at Loki purring against you "no, he's does. I know I can be a bit...much." Steve said with a sad smile. "I'll talk to him, I promise." You said seeing Steve nod. "Ok, I'll call you in a little bit." You said as you walked out, making your way back to your room. "I have a surprise for you.." you snarked, seeing loki look up at you. You walked into your room, shutting the door you walked across the room holding him tightly. "I had a talk with your brother today." You said walking into the bedroom flipping the light on "and he had a....suggestion...in how to get you to behave." You smiled, walking towards the corner.

"He even helped me set it up, said it came from Asgard." You smiled. You looked up at the six foot structure, three glass walls forming a rectangle with runes you didnt entirely understand etched into the glass. stepping in you set him down on the fluffy green pillow, watching him sit down looking up at you as you stepped back, your fingers pressing the buttons on a small keypad on the outside wall as a bright orange light covered the opening. "Now you sit here and think about your behavior." You said sternly watching him walk towards the energy field, pressing his paw against it when he looked up at you, his eyes squinting at you. "Don't look at me like that, you did this to yourself." You said walking over towards the bed.

"It's a shame really..." you sighed, slowly sliding your shirt over your head "I had so many plans for tonight." You said. Standing up you slowly pulled your jeans down your legs, looking up seeing Loki stalking back and forth across his little cell. Turning around your slid your panties down your legs, kicking them to the side as you stood, removing your bra leaving you bare as you glanced over your shoulder seeing loki clawing at the wall. "Goodnight Loki." You purred, blowing him a kiss as you climbed in bed hearing him mewl and whine. "Maybe next time you'll.......behave." You said grabbing your earbuds you hit play on your phone.

He was going to learn his lesson, one way or another.....

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pstelwitchcraft · 3 months

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I miss bells hells 🥺 I miss them so much 😭😭 give me moon shenanigans!! Give me my sweet little time bomb psycopath antiheroes!!! Give me ashton and fearne titans of sexual tension!! Give me imogen and laudna reuniting on ruidus!! Give me ol' grandpa chet and montessori mom FCG trying to corrall the group of wet cats in a bag that they call their friends!! Give me bells hells, Imma start eating the dry wall 😭😭😭

#critical role #screaming crying throwing up etc #i am as ALWAYS incredibly supportive of the CR cast taking breaks whenever they feel necessary #but its unfortunate that BH has sort of gotten the short end of the stick by what i imagine is total chance #they haven't had a full week with no interruptions in a while at this point #i just want my babies 😭😭😭#cr spoilers #cr3

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yaeran · 1 year

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bonten roomates ★ the daily shenanigans of living here

tw: mentions of gun(?)

sanzu screeching at kakucho. because he can.

ran renting a hotel every night cause he’d rather die than let people know he sleeps in a close radius to those people.

sanzu trying to get them to do karaoke nights.

mikey having a personal bell and ringing it to summon someone. requests range from “turn off the lights,” to “i want a full course meal pronto.” zoom camera to sanzu in stressed and pulling his hair,, “i don’t even know how to turn on the stove,” (´；Д；`)

kakucho has an electric toothbrush and whenever he uses it it makes so much damn noise but one time he heard a gun cock and he stopped.

sanzu started a pillow fight and then mikey threw a pillow which knocked him out.

sanzu started a pillow fight and then mikey pointed a gun at him.

the stupid trio ran, rindou, sanzu plays rock paper scissors to decide who will get the groceries.

takeomi brought a girl over and regretted it.

rindou walks out to piss but he hears sanzu crying because he doesn’t know how to start the stove to make mikey’s kraft mac and cheese. if he’s in a good mood, he’ll help him.

there was a discussion on what animal to get as a pet. mikey wants a russian blue cat, sanzu wants a piranha, ran wants a snake, rindou wants a bunny, takeomi wants a german shepherd. they’re not getting any.

the food delivery guy places the food on the floor, rings the doorbell and runs away.

occasionally they have to hire someone to repair the walls after it’s been punched cause it makes a hole however it’s happened too often the company thought of filing a report of abuse.

they had game night once and never again.

#+new spice for you!#tokyo revengers #ran haitani #rindou haitani #haruchiyo sanzu #akashi haruchiyo #mikey sano #sano manjiro #takeomi akashi #kakucho hitto #tokyo rev #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo rev headcanons #tokyo revengers imagines

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masterqwertster · 4 days

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Well, I decided to write more for the Breaking, Mending timeline, since Fresh Cat Grass shenanigans have been bouncing around in my head. Though we don't yet get into those (much) here in ch2

Wake Up, the New Body Just Dropped

Fresh Cut Grass really didn’t expect to come online again.

It’s not that he doubts his friends love him enough to bring him back, but more the manner in which he died.

Theoretically, resurrection magics will work on Fresh Cut Grass. They have a soul that can be retrieved from death and a body to return it to. But, resurrections generally require a mostly intact body, as they close the mortal wound and get the body going again. And FCG had not only destroyed their power core, the closest thing they had to a heart, but the force of the detonation of their core would have sundered the rest of their body into scrap metal (that had sort of been the point. One final blow that could fell Otohan Thull before she could kill any of the others, even as it took his life).

But maybe a new body could be built for him. Fresh Cut Grass’s original body was built, created and enchanted in some ancient forge long destroyed. Maybe incorporating what was left of him into a new build would make it still count as his body. Like an extreme parts swap or modification. It’s not like FCG wasn’t swapping parts out before, this would just be far more extensive than anything he’d done in his life (that he could remember).

Regardless, Fresh Cut Grass returns to consciousness from the (eventually) eternal rest of death.

The new body Bells Hells has had constructed for him sure seems to be something.

Even in the brief moment of initial return, FCG can tell that this body gets a lot more data input from its surroundings than their old one. There’s so many more sensations coming through from all over this new body. Some of those sensations they barely recognize from the few times they’ve been polymorphed, though it all seems so new now that FCG has their full faculties to process what animal instinct had easily worked through and often dismissed as unimportant.

Though whatever programming is built into the sigils and arrays that allow FCG all of this sensory feedback seems a bit… messy, he supposes is the best way to put it. It doesn’t neatly sort and categorize to give him a basic idea of what he is dealing with based on whatever knowledge was built into him (maybe. Fresh Cut Grass doesn’t remember the first time he truly came online, back when he was Faithful Care-Giver. He doesn’t know if his basic facts were taught to him or written into him). Instead it is all sensation that his mind is struggling to make sense of, leaning into the experience of his previous body and those animal brain distorted memories of Polymorph.

Continue on AO3

#MQfic #fcg #fresh cat grass au

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sunnydayjackass · 2 years

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What would a perfect date be for Jack, Shaun, and Ian? Or just Jack if that's too much

Lol not too much babes, you can have it all here.

Jack

It's difficult to go on traditional dates with Jack unfortunately but the pair of you make due and always still have a wonderful time together. I mean, C'mon it's Sunny Day Jack we're talking about here. Obviously at home dates are frequent- well planned dinners, spicy spa nights in the bath, movie or game nights, ect. You get creative as best the pair of you can and Jack is always so thoughtful when he plans these things.

That doesn't mean you don't enjoy things out and about in the world though. Places a little or significantly less crowded always work out best as you can have the little allowances of leaning against him, holding his hand, sneaking a kiss and some conversation. Places like the aquarium, park walks, things of the like.

With the aquarium essentially empty and the ethereal glow of the massive tanks, you hug Jack's arm to your chest. Pressing a kiss atop your head, Jack leans against you in turn- basking in this temporary semblance of normalcy. "This was a great idea, Sunspot. Thanks for taking me here." Jack hums contentedly. You pop up on your tiptoes to steal a quick kiss and you can feel the quirk of his lips in a smile.

Should the circus come to town, the pair of you go. Sugary treats for you to sneak him bites of, you ride the rides-declining any stranger who offers to ride with you. Jack may not be able to win you prizes himself but that doesn't mean he can't help you. Standing behind you with an arm around your waist, he slides your feet with his own. His other hand holds your wrist to help show you the motion and trajectory to throw the ball and win the massive plushie hanging near the multicolored lights.

It's a little hard to focus, feeling his breath fan over your neck as he murmurs directions in your ear. You flush a little and your knees feel weak but Jack only chuckles. "Don't worry, Sunshine. Teamwork makes the dream work." And he helps you throw the ball, scattering all the needed pins as bright celebratory chimes and bells begin to ring. You're handed your prize positively glowing and Jack feels the warmth of your joy radiating onto him. As you walk through the park towards the ferris wheel to end your night, his arm is around your waist with his hand in your back pocket to give an affectionate squeeze.

Shaun

Shaun's ideal date would be a film festival of sorts, bonus if one of his projects is being shown. He's absolutely ecstatic to share this with you and his enthusiasm is infectious. You'll both get ready, dressed in whatever makes you feel confident as Shaun assures you this isn't some fancy affair but he's completely smitten with you and will be very open with public displays of affection; arm around your waist or shoulders, holding your hand, stealing smooches whenever he can.

You catch dinner at your shared favorite spot, splurging on a few cocktails or beers (if you drink) and chatting about his production or any others that look interesting. Needless to say hes touched and pleasantly surprised if you've been studying up on the event and the others/other films in attendance. "Woah, lookit you aficionado~." The grin on his face is from ear to ear and it makes you blush at the praise that follows.

At the showings themselves, there's not much shenanigans to be had- you both want to enjoy the films to their fullest. That doesn't mean you don't cozy up together during it though. Cuddled up with the occasional peck in the lulls of dialog. If it's one Shaun worked on, your full attention is on it to enjoy all his hard work in its fruition and Shaun can't help but steal glances. He's so lucky to have someone so supportive of him and his work, he knows a lot of this day was about him and he fully intends to show you how appreciative he is and how much he admires you- fully, later.

But--again if horror isn't your jam, Shaun would take you to a cat cafe. Joking that you both might make Moon Pie jealous upon returning home. But it's such a cute place and you make sure to bring something home for Moon Pie to enjoy. Granted, Shaun always adores how you dote on Moon Pie but it's still just so ridiculously cute to see you fawning over the cats or having multiple pawing for your attention. "Oh man, I should've known better than to wear black." You playfully groan, your shirt now absolutely covered in cat fur.

Shaun chuckles, untying his flannel from around his waist and drapes it over your shoulders. "You get used to it. But here, take my shirt." He winks. And goddamn if you don't look better in it than he does.

Ian

You've had years of dates with Ian. There's dates centered around him, dates centered around you, and dates that cater to you both. Healthy relationships are about balance and knowing eaxh other, keeping the fun and fire alive. I can imagine Ian being a classic romantic and any date he throughly enjoys or plans has elements of that in it.

The day starts with you sleeping in, Ian slipping out of bed and quietly getting dressed to tiptoe out of the house to run a few errands to kick this date of right. Going to the flower shop to get a beautifully arranged bouquet of your favorite flowers or if flowers aren't your forte, a pot of really adorably arranged succulents. Followed by a trip to the bakery for fresh cinnamon rolls and your preferred morning beverage; a specialty tea, artisan coffee, a vibrant smoothie, or fresh squeezed juice.

Getting back to the apartment he'll take care of the flowers and set breakfast aside to wake you. A gentle nudge to your shoulder and kiss to your forehead. He hates to disrupt you sleeping, you look so cute and cozy. Ian could easily be persuaded back into bed with you, to lounge lazily in bed with lazy kisses and honeyed words but the smell of cinnamon rolls is enough to rouse you after some time. It's a sweet surprise and he's rewarded with a barrage of sweet little kisses that have him blushing deeply with a warm feeling of pure love in the pit of his stomach.

Ian plans the date around the season; if its spring, a walk in the botanical gardens, summer is for a waterside picnic and maybe some live music at a local venue or bar, autumn you can bet is at a pumpkin patch or a nice little hike, winters mean going around looking at decorations and an attempt at ice skating. He may not be good but with an excuse to cling to you- a few bruises and laughs are worth it. The man has studied his romance movies.

As the night comes to a close, bursting at the seams of great memories made and spent in each other's company- you help each other into pajamas to snuggle up for the night. "I love you so much, thank you." You never really thought much of why he'd thank you but to Ian, he wouldn't be the man he is without you. And he swears by that.

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