#do not underestimate the cat's wrath

[lino-nyangi]

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[obsessivevoidkitten]

Owned By The Demon Admiral (AFAB Reader Version)

Male Demon Yandere x AFAB Demon Reader CW: Noncon/dubcon, terms like pussy used for reader's genitals, yandere DILF, general yandere behavior, groping, biting, captive reader, reader is setup, an overly cute semi-aquatic demon cat named Mr. Sir Buttons Word Count: 2k (I am saying this fic is AFAB versus female because no gendered pronouns are ever used at all for the reader in anyway, rather their genitals are biologically female. Terms like pussy/cunt are used so if that is triggering for you please avoid this fic. This was a birthday gift for a friend normally I don't do AFAB reader so this may be a bit sloppy. I hope you enjoy it.)

The battleship you were on drifted through the calm blood red waters of one of Hell’s oceans. The light of the two suns scintillated beautifully off the serene waves. No evidence at all that your ship had just sunk an enemy vessel, condemning the unlucky demons manning it to death.

In the ensuing ebullience at having survived with no damage the leader of the ship, Admiral Oraan, put one hand behind on your ass and one behind your head and pulled you into a passionate kiss as his tail began to wrap around your leg.

You struggled to push off the larger demon but finally he released you. You steadied yourself and gasped for breath.

“I said no!”

Then you stormed off to your quarters.

This wasn’t the first time your commanding officer had done something like this. This was at least the fourth time you had rebuffed his advances. He just wouldn’t get it through his thick skull. You were focused strictly on your military career. The war against Pride, one of the Princes of Hell, was far too important for romance and sex to get in the way.

But you underestimated his desire for you. And his rage. You should have assumed that the highest ranking admiral in Wrath’s fleet would have some severe anger issues. But you naively thought that service to his prince would take priority over his feelings for you.

The first thing he had done was to sabotage your quarters during inspection. You didn’t know it was his doing and were angered and paranoid that someone would thrash your space in such a way, causing you to get written up.

In reality it was all Oraan. A rising action in the story of your downfall.

The next thing that was done to ruin your uniforms. He told you it was disrespectful to the prince you all served, to the branch you served, and to him to have your uniforms in such a state.

After that it was a more serious infraction. Reported for contraband that was then found in your locker.

The final, and most infuriating, nail in the coffin happened in the next skirmish. A small opponent, easy to sink and posing only a slight threat to the hellish dreadnought on which you served. But Oraan had forced multiple witnesses to claim you were a coward. That you had abandoned your station and hid in your quarters while the rest of the crew gallantly manned their posts.

This led to you having to be court-martialed. No time to dock and have more formal proceedings. You had to be court-martialed right on the ship. Despite the evidence against you, you thought that once you were given your chance to make your arguments and have your comrades vouch for your behavior and character then this would all disappear.

That isn’t quite how things played out for you. You started the court-martial optimistic but with each passing moment a sense of dread became stronger and stronger. Each witness, people you had respected and thought of as your friends, gave damning testimony. They painted you as a belligerent, lazy, neglectful oaf. Someone who cared nothing for duty, rules, or honor.

You had to hold back tears as your body shook with rage and sorrow. Why were they saying such things? Why were they lying about you and your actions and character?

It finally became obvious when the sentence was passed. Not death, as might befit someone who fled from combat. Not dishonorable discharge. No, you were being reassigned. As Oraan’s personal attendant. “A non-combat role where no one would be harmed by your cowardly behavior.”

It was all him. He had pressured or otherwise bribed everyone to turn against you. To lie about you. All to get you in his clutches and punish you for rejecting him. And there was nothing you could do about it. He was an older and stronger demon, you’d have no hope to beat him in a fight. And even if you somehow managed it, how would you escape on a ship? And if by some miracle you either made it to land or just waited until the ship was docked you would be chased for all eternity.

No, he had you in your clutches. Your only hope was that your contract with the navy was almost up. You were only to be enlisted for five years at a time before you had to renew. The only exception for that being prolonged was if a hot war was going on, but this one was nearing its end. Since all that happened was the court-martial was just technically a reassignment you were only bound by the terms of your enlistment.

All you had to do was endure for ten months.

It was humiliating. Oraan really wanted to keep you reminded of your new position. You had to be at his side constantly. Obeying all his orders and whims. You had to press his uniforms and get his meals. And in private the tasks got much worse.

Sucking his girthy cock was a common “request” of his. Almost daily. You also had to bathe with him most nights. This required you to wash his entire well-muscled form. If you were a willing participant you would have enjoyed it, he was very attractive, the tattoo of an anchor on his left shoulder and the three large scars on his ribs adding to his rugged allure.

But you weren’t a willing participant. And bathing him usually led to him giving you an “inspection.” That was where he touched, kissed, groped every inch of you before sliding his cock into your hot pussy, slowly fucking into you until he came hard. His tongue, of course, had to probe your mouth during these inspections, “just to be thorough.”

It was good that he had you eat meals with him in his private quarters, because you didn’t think you’d be able to look any of the other crew members in the eye ever again. The ones that hadn’t been involved in fucking over your entire life were the ones that believed the lies about you. On the entire ship you had not a single ally. The only one you could confide in was Mr. Sir Buttons, the semi-aquatic demonic cat that served as the mascot and unofficial morale officer on the ship.

You were on your way back from taking your food trays back to the galley when you felt something soft rub against your leg. Mr. Sir Buttons! You had a few minutes before you had to be back with Oraan so you stooped down and picked him up. He purred loudly.

“At least I never have to worry about you betraying me.”

He meowed as if in affirmation. You nuzzled his thick, red, waterproof fur before placing him back down to go about his very important demonic cat business.

When you got back to Oraan’s quarters he was naked on the bed. His large prick standing erect and ready for the attention you would surely have to give it, a bead of precum running down the length evidently in anticipation.

You sighed in resignation and began to strip your clothing. You had been doing this for over a month now. Only less than nine more to go. You could do it, just one moment at a time.

Too excited after leering at your naked form, he couldn’t wait for you to come to him anymore. Instead he got up and used his strong arms to pick you up and pin you to the bed. He stole your lips with his, kissing you in a greedy frenzy, his large cock swung below as he groped your chest.

“Mine! I can’t believe after all these years you��re finally all mine!”

He bit your neck, causing you to moan involuntarily. But maybe you should just give into the pleasure of the situation. It was going to happen either way and you’d be able to move on with your life once this was all over anyway. Besides, getting into it a bit might just help him finish faster so you’d have less time stuck in this position.

Oraan massaged the outside of your cunt before sliding a couple of fingers into you to get you wet and ready for his large prick.

When he lined his cock up with your drooling entrance, rough hands on your hips, you didn’t look away or flinch as you would normally. You wrapped your arms and legs around him instead, allowing him the perfect angle to slam deeply into your pussy. He grinned, ecstatic that you finally seemed to have not only learned your place but were actively embracing it. He slammed down with hard but slow thrusts. Each one making you gasp and each one punctuated with another kiss or nip up your neck.

Lewd squelching noises emanated from your sex as he increased the tempo of your lovemaking.

Had any of the crew passed the admiral’s quarters on their way through the halls all they would have heard was the rhythmic slap of Oraan’s nuts against your skin as he bred you along with the occasional grunt or swear from him or moan from you.

“Fuck! I love you so much!”

You only drooled a bit while looking up at him dumbly with lustful eyes, having been fucked nearly senseless. You scratched his shoulders with your sharp demonic nails as you pulled him closer to you in an attempt to somehow get him deeper. You were near your climax, desperate for it.

The pain from your nails spurred him on, causing him to fuck you at a new pace that straddle the line between pain and pleasure. You winced as he came hard, your tight clenching walls milking his cock and sending him over the edge soon after.

He gave a few final thrusts into you to empty his balls good and deep before pulling out and holding you tight, caging you in with his sweat-slicked body. You went limp from exhaustion, practically basking in the afterglow that always followed such intense, passionate sex. If you didn’t know any better you could have mistaken Oraan for a lust demon. Though you imagined saying such a thing to his face would have him prove instantly that he was, in fact, a being of wrath.

When the two of you had recovered he took you into the small shower with him. This time around, he cleaned you. Gently washing your body of cum and sweat before rinsing your hair. Far more tender behavior than you would have thought possible from the stern leader. Maybe there was more wisdom to just being more open to your predicament than you had initially thought.

It was a change in your behavior that hadn’t gone unnoticed by the man who had orchestrated the vast shift in your life circumstances.

“Finally decided to give in, huh?” Came his gruff voice from behind you.

You had no reason to be dishonest or hide your thoughts from him.

“Well, my contract is up in just a few months. I am not going to renew so this assignment is only temporary. I figured it’ll go by faster if I just accept it.”

He laughed and pulled you close to him, you could feel his stubble on your neck as he whispered words that made your fiery demon blood run cold.

“With my power, influence, and wealth I can assure you that your signature will keep renewing that contract for eternity, sweetheart. Whether you sign it yourself or not. Even if we aren’t deployed I will find a way to keep you with me.”

You went limp and would have fallen to the floor had he not had his arms wrapped tightly around you. The room felt like it was spinning. You barely took note of the water trailing down your skin or the chaste kiss he pressed to your cheek.

It was over for you, now that Oraan finally had you there was absolutely nothing that would make the older demon give you up.

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[the-californicationist]

he gets his revenge

Part 2 to "he comes closer and closer" -- at @numberonetastemakerwhispers request. <3

TW: explicit consent, sadism, masochism, spanking, degradation

“I know all of your hiding spots, pretty girl,” Price teased you in his low, rumbling voice, “....and I know that this one is your favorite.”

He was right, of course. But, you’d chosen this one on purpose. There was a part of you that wanted to be caught this time. You saw his bare feet pad slowly, skillful and silent, across the concrete floor of the office. You had fled to the base's reference room, and you were hiding under the microfiche machine. It wasn’t big enough to allow him in, but you could just barely squeeze through. 

“You like it because I can’t come in there after you, but...” he leaned his head down to the ground in a half-plank, snarling at you in the orange glow of the machine’s lamplight, “I have a long reach.”

You tried to dodge his hand, but he caught you by the ankle and dragged you out of your burrow like a cat does to a mouse. He flipped you over onto your stomach and shoved your body underneath his. He was still only wearing his gym shorts from before, and his dick remained soft and spent from your earlier edging. He’d asked you to play with him, to edge him, and you had. But, you may have taken it a little too far. Now, he wanted revenge and it was very much at hand. 

“John! Please. I was just doing as you asked!” He loved it when you turned helpless. You raised the register of your voice to a higher pitch, exciting his drive even further, feminizing your movements by over-exaggerating your cowering stance. Doe eyes. Just for him.

“Yeah?” He chuckled darkly, fully unrestrained in this dark office, “Call me by the name I like, love, or else…”

You pressed the first of many buttons,

“John…”

The slap that hit your ass was so hard that it made your body run cold. You couldn’t even scream. It was as if you had been a camera, and your mind had just taken a photo with the flash on. You were dazed by the stinging pain. He was upset, that much was certain. As the burn melted into a masochistic sort of pleasure, tingling out and radiating from the point of impact like a fresh sunburn, you cried out the words he wanted to hear,

“Sorry, Captain! Please…”

He purred like a lion, humming his approval as he pinned you to the dirty floor,

“That’s a good girl. Why can’t you be so good all the time? Such a fuckin’ brat. Needs her Captain to show her how to behave.”

Two more slaps stung sharply through your skin. One was to your ass cheek again, the same aching spot, but the other was to your hamstring on the back of your thigh. That one made you cry out in earnest.

“Mmm, yes. That’s what I like to hear. Sing for me, pretty girl.” 

He took both of his huge hands and smacked them down at the same time on both of your thighs. Your body tried to make sense of the feeling, and you could literally feel the wetness begin to slip out from between your folds, making your pussy lips slide together as you writhed from the pain, trying to escape his trap. 

“Ah! Please, please, Captain. I’m sorry,” you begged, knowing how much he liked it. Second button pressed, you waited for his response. 

“You will be.”

You had truly underestimated his wrath this time, and you were worried that he might actually take it too far. 

He grabbed your pants and raked them down, exposing your ass and thighs. He hummed, running his fingers lightly over the damage,

“Mm, that’s gonna be a bruise, love.”

Price slapped you hard again, just like the first one, but this time on bare skin. You felt it rattle your bones in your body, and you seized up from the pain, involuntarily trying to escape it. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes. You had known you’d be a crying mess after his threat to chase you down, but you hadn’t expected to cry so soon. 

He grabbed your hair and yanked your body back into a cruel arch to meet his face as he hunched over you, menacingly. Price had a glare in his eyes that made you imagine him as some sort of animal. Beastial and primal in his ruthlessness. He kissed you, awkwardly and upside-down, licking you more than truly kissing your mouth. He whispered softly into your face, a heavy contrast to the pain he was causing to your body,

“Are you wet for me, love?”

You tried to whisper out a yes, but he was pulling your neck at such an angle that only the air escaped through your gritted teeth. He understood you anyway, letting your body fall back to the floor unceremoniously.

“You are, huh? Let’s see, shall we?” He pulled your ass cheeks apart like he was breaking open a pomegranate, witnessing your plump flesh turn red from his slaps and spill its juices from your swollen lobes.

He seemed pleased, letting out a low whistle and chuckling to himself, delicately fingering your drooling hole, soft and supple, pulsing with anticipation,

“Wow… look at you. My naughty girl craves her punishment, don’t she?”

“No! No, Captain, I - ah!”

The captain used his other hand to smack you hard and fast, three times in the same spot. 

“Oh, fuck. You do like it, love. I can tell. Every time I hit this fat arse...” he slapped you again for effect. You let out a sob. He continued, “...your pretty little cunt grabs my finger and doesn’t want to let me go.” 

He was moaning now, humping his hard length on your thigh, fully erect again and extremely aroused,

“I wanna feel that with my cock, love. Green?”

Price was good about checking in, especially in the middle of a scene. He was patient, and he gave you plenty of processing time, leisurely fingering you while he waited for your consent. You sniffled, nodding,

“Yes, Captain. Green.”

He slapped you twice and left his hand on your ass to fondle it roughly, shaking it like a dog with a rabbit in its mouth. 

“Good. Now, give me what I want.” 

You were openly crying now, tears rolling down your cheeks. You peeked over your shoulder to show him your tears and to watch him push himself into you. He had his shorts rucked down to his knees and his cock in his hand, pointing it towards its target, and as he found it, you watched Price’s face twist into that familiar agony you knew so well.

Teasing him had been enlightening, and you knew that he only made that face when he was on the brink of his pleasure. You decided to press button number three, and you slammed your hips back into him, forcing his cock inside of you all at once as opposed to the controlled entry that he had planned. His eyes went wide with shock, and he looked up at you, just in time to see you hide your grin. The captain’s gaze turned sinister. 

As much as you had tried to spear yourself onto him, you’d left a few inches on the table. His first order of business was to remedy that, ramming you down to his base, stretching you far beyond what you had bargained for. Then, he began to slap you in steady, harsh, evenly-spaced beats. He chose a cheek at random, so you never knew what to expect except for more burning pain.

Each time he slapped you, you cried out, and eventually, the pain warped itself into rhythmic bliss. You could feel yourself clench around him. He wasn’t even thrusting into you, but it felt like he was since your body was squeezing him so damn hard. 

“You naughty girl,” he berated you, slurring his words, “Thinking you could rush me, trying to fuck yourself on me like a…” every word forward was punctuated by a slap of its own, each harder and more merciless than the last, “...filthy. fuckin’. slag!”

He gathered you up by your shoulders, somehow reaching into you deeper than before at your new, arched angle, and you moaned from his effort, feeling your pussy melt around him like hot wax. Price groaned too, low and slow, and you could feel his rod throb inside of you, aching to come. With your chest high, he raked up your shirt and played with your nipples messily and without aim, growling into your ear,

“Such a good little slut for me. Always so goddamn starved for my bloody fuckin’ rod, huh?”

“Yes, sir,” you replied obediently, making sure to put a high-pitched whine on it for his benefit, and for yours.

Price began to thrust into you now, no less cruelly than his hand had treated you, hard and deep, bullying your womb with his fleshy, swollen head. 

“Mmm. Every time you pulse around me, it makes me want to come in you. Makes me mad with it. I imagine how it feels while I watch you on base, sittin’ in your fuckin’ uniform, listenin’ to my bloody briefings, starin’ at me all hungry like. Arghh!” He slapped you again and sighed contentedly, “I get so. bloody. hard.”

“Ah! Captain, please…” He was too deep. It was as if you could feel him in your throat. If you swallowed, you thought the spit would soak his cockhead. 

“It’s my favorite fuckin’ thing,” he smacked you over and over, fucking you into the concrete floor, thrusting your body forward with his massive weight. Your nipples were raw, scraping the ground, and you tried to use your hands to catch yourself, but he was too strong. 

He shuddered, shouting with a gravelly resonance, still slamming himself into you, pushing through his orgasm, and you felt him spilling into you, warmer than usual. It felt like he had poured hot caramel into your walls and was stirring it up in you, frothing his cream to a bubbling, sticky mess. 

Then, he stilled. Laying on top of you, he panted harshly, trying to catch his breath. He began to kiss your neck and shoulders. Then, he gently removed himself and pulled your body into his lap, leaning against the photocopier behind him. You were draped across him, clutching his chest and neck with your hands, crying softly into his skin from your twisted joy. He used his fingers to play inside of you gently, feeling his messy come and spreading it all over your folds, massaging it into your ass cheeks, smearing it across both of your holes. 

“You okay, love?”

“Yes, sir,” you kissed his chest as it was the closest thing your mouth could reach.

“Gonna come back to my quarters tonight? We need to ice that arse. Not gonna be able to run your drills tomorrow.”

“Drills?” Your voice couldn’t hide your panic. 

He chuckled, kissing your forehead,

“I warned you, love. Don't test me.”

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[asmofangirl603]

Obey Me boys as dads

I won’t be doing Luke for obvious reasons and I won’t do Raphael and Mephistopheles either because I don’t really know them. Anyways, here are my headcanons on what the Obey Me boys would realistically be like as dads. No sugarcoating, no idealism, no fangirling, though other headcanons I have about them will come into play. I will theorize about what they would be like as dads based on their personality and relationships to each other. So without further ado, let’s begin:

warning: slight spoilers for Simeon

Lucifer

With Lucifer, it is pretty easy to imagine what he would be like as a father given he acts like a father towards his brothers. And in all honesty, he is downright abusive. His go-to method of punishment is hanging his brothers from the ceiling or threatening them to do horrible things to them like feeding them to Cerberus. Not to mention that, given he is the Avatar of Pride, he can’t admit he’s wrong. 

If he had a child, Lucifer would treat them no different than his brothers, given he basically raised them, too. I do believe he would be able to teach his child well, but not without giving it mental health issues. He would give physical affection such as cuddles and kisses, and I do believe he would love his child like he loves his brothers. However, the child wouldn’t actually feel loved because he’s always being so harsh on it. 

Mammon

Mammon would be a decent dad, though he would definitely teach the child how to steal. Given he is the punching bag of the family and gets the most shit from Lucifer, he would do everything in his power to protect his child from that treatment. I do think he would spoil his child with gifts and spend time with it by playing with them. He would also teach him all kinds of gambling games and take them to casinos once they’re old enough.

However, Mammon would be oblivious to obvious dangers for a child and underestimate a child’s stupidity. He’s the type to let the kid run over the kitchen counter and not think of the possibility it might fall, but he would also learn whenever his behavior was pointed out because he really wants to keep his child safe.  

Leviathan

Leviathan would raise his child to be an otaku. He will teach it all about the Tale of the Seven Lords and all his favorite anime. He would be more of a buddy dad, not really good at teaching him life lessons because he can barely get his own shit together. If his child displays any interests he doesn’t share, he would find it difficult to engage in their hobby. He would probably self-loathe, thinking his child doesn’t love him or that he’s a terrible father.

Generally, he would constantly question his abilities as a father and spends many nights crying that he’s not good enough. But his child would genuinely feel loved, they might think their father is wimpy, but would never think of him as a bad father.

Satan

Satan would really struggle not lashing out at his child every five seconds. He’s the type of dad to get irritated whenever the kid asks for his help. He did not prepare for having to give his child 99% of his attention and gets frustrated that he can’t do the things that calm him down, like reading and petting cats. That causes him to lash out at his child more than necessary, which in turn makes the child fear their own father.

However, I can imagine that he becomes a better dad over time and bonds with his child by reading to them and taking them out to cat cafés. Still, he’s the Avatar of Wrath, and those anger issues don’t just go away.

Asmodeus

Surprisingly, Asmodeus would be a great dad. I imagine him being very fond of children. He loves their innocence and wants to protect it at all costs. While he is called narcissistic by the game itself, he isn’t actually narcissistic. He’s vain and openly loves himself, but that’s not the same as being a narcissist. Asmodeus is capable of loving others, such as his brothers, Solomon and MC.

Asmodeus would shower his children with affection and will never miss a chance to tell them how much he loves them with hugs and kisses. Also he would definitely have the most children because… lust. I don’t think he would play favorites, he would try to treat them all equally. He would not accept self-loathing, he wouldn’t want any of his children to suffer any kind of depression or body dysmorphia as he’s been through that himself. He would strictly keep his sin away from them, though once they reach the age he would be the best out of all the brothers to have the birds and the bees talk.

Beelzebub

Beel would also be a wonderful dad. He would definitely make sure his child is well-fed and exercise with them as soon as they can. He would constantly look out for his child, his biggest fear being something happening to it. He would definitely have some war flashbacks, thinking about how he failed to protect Lillith and desperately wants to make sure he doesn’t repeat his mistake.

Beel would also make sure to attend every game or school event his child has. He wouldn’t even let his gluttony control him enough to miss that.

Belphegor

Honestly, I think Belphie would lowkey not want any children. To him they’re a hassle and too much work for the Avatar of Sloth. If he did end up having a child, he wouldn’t be doing any of the hard work. No changing diapers or feeding them, and gosh someone get them to shut up so he can sleep. He’ll probably get earmuffs so he doesn’t have to listen to the screaming.

Belphie would spend time with his child when he’s in the mood, mostly teaching it mischief to annoy Lucifer. He would also come to enjoy napping with the child once he realizes they sleep well when he’s with them.

Diavolo

Diavolo is the chaotic, but often absent dad given he’s the future king of the Devildom. He wouldn’t have much time for his child because of his duties, so the child would mostly grow up with nannies. However, whenever Diavolo has time, he will use it to give his child the best time possible. He would take it to all kinds of amusement parks, fun fairs and other events and give them all the toys they want as a way to make up for his lack of presence.

Diavolo would also be pretty irresponsible, like Mammon he would underestimate the dangers certain activities pose for a child. but unlike Mammon, he wouldn’t learn from his mistakes, thinking it’s fine as long as nothing happens. And even if something happens, he would be like “Welp, better be careful next time” instead of not letting a next time happen.

Barbatos

Barbatos would be an emotionally distanced dad. He would not be absent, in fact he would carry his child around everywhere because he believes nobody could look out better for his child than himself. Given he’s a timelord, he would also want to monitor them in case they inherited his power, so that they don’t tear apart time and space.

Given his stoic personality, he wouldn’t be good with showing his emotions and showing how much he loves his child. However, he shows them by baking with them, letting him help with his chores and teaching them. His punishments are harsh, but not as over the top as Lucifer’s and he would never even threaten to hurt his child. 

Simeon

Simeon is basically a dad to Luke already, though I don’t think either of them think of it that way. Unsurprisingly, he’s the religious dad, and there’s a chance he unintentionally gives his child the same religious trauma he suffers from himself. He’s a good but strict teacher, seeing how he lets Luke find answers to certain questions, which I believe is a good approach to teach independence and problem solving skills. He’s the type who helps his child through emotional turmoil through rational solutions, trying to teach them the “proper” way he himself has strayed from, and he paid the price.

Simeon was demoted from a seraph to an archangel for defending the brothers during the Great Celestial War, and later to a human for stealing the Ring of Light. He believes he has strayed from the right path and wants to set things right by making sure the same doesn’t happen to his child, but in the process of doing that he unintentionally gives them religious trauma, which might cause them to fall from grace even harder than himself.

Solomon

Don’t give this man a child. The child would probably die of food poisoning before it can walk.

If you'd like to see this for twisted wonderland or enstars, let me know.

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[pieroulette]

FIVE KITTENS + ONE = CAN I BE YOUR KITTEN TOO?

2023 | 13+ | ONESHOT | YANG JUNGWON × READER

SUMMARY as a lifelong and dedicated anti-kitten, you didn't expect that looking after your older sister's cat shop was a downright bliss—but shock is an underestimation when a human incarnation of a kitten appeared before you, slowly blinking at you with it's boba eyes.

AUTHOR'S NOTE cough cough.. the amount of 'kitten' titles in my jw oneshots 😗 also a celebration for 1000+ followers! :D

cats. kittens. endless purring. being smothered with adorableness was beyond your limit to function properly. okay, you take back your words that you hate kittens. you love them, you absolutely love them.

how can someone blame you for initially despising kittens though? when you've seen nothing but wicked kittens glaring at you down and hissing with their creepy arching back, you swore that was a tight stare down as you tried to escape it's wrath.

but how horrendous it is that your sister had been gatekeeping you from her heavenly kittens (not really), you had a week off from your devil of a boss and got to visit your sister after awhile.

unfortunately, she had matters to settle for two weeks and had to travel to another state which is miles away and had asked for you to look after her cat shop. being the anti-kitten you are, you smashed her request with a humongous imaginary hammer.

but it's safe to say that you've been bribed by a ticket to your favourite kpop idol's concert, immediately falling on your knees and praying enormously to your older sister's smug looking statue.

goosebumps initially riled over your arms, neck, legs, let's just say your entire soul when you pushed open the shop's screen door. you expected the vile creatures inside to immediately hiss and devour you but to your utter shock, they smothered you with kisses!

so here you are now, on your fifth day of nothing but utter bliss with your babies. thumbing through the pages of the magazine you took under the shelf after feeding the kittens, some of them finished early much to your amusement and quickly went to your side. oh what kind of merits have you done in your previous life to receive such adorableness?

contented, you fell into deep slumber with the kittens on your lap.

the bell rang, signifying a person's arrival—your ears failed to catch the sound of the footsteps as you were deep in your dreamland of hopping along on the puffy clouds with the kittens

"hm?" the person putted his palms on his knees as he lowers himself a tad bit to gain a closer look to your face. fixing his posture back, he roamed around the shop—sticking his finger in the cages as he cooed at the purring kittens.

humming to himself as he took a seat on one of the chairs, taking his time as he thumbed through his social media, and reading his groupchat's texts—replying back before his reflected boba eyes lifted on your slumber form, his eyelashes fluttered as he slowly blinks at you.

your eyes shot wide open for no particular reason, groaning as you fell asleep for more than you need. your head throbbing as you clasped it, looking around for your kittens until your sleepy eyes fell on—huh—you rubbed your eyes and squinted hard at the humongous cat before you, why the heck is it so big and tall? and why does it have a hoodie on with pants, cats aren't suppose to wear one, don't they?

"hi."

d-did it just say hi to you? the realisation sank into your sleeping soul as you screamed at the humongous kitten sitting on the chair across you. "fuck! why are you so big!" the rest of the kittens on your lap flew to the air, surprised by your sudden raise of voice.

the humongous kitten's boba eyes ogled at your chosen words, frozen at the spot as it stuttered terribly.

wait?! did you accidentally feed one of your kittens way too much? holy shit—what are you supposed to do now? did you just raise a titan that would devour the entire world? oh my god—oh wait— it isn't a... cat tho?

oh. it's a boy. not a kitten. oh shit, how seriously embarrassing is this?! stuttering in a low tone. "uh, welcome. is there anything i can help you with?"

an awkward silence engulfed the room before the boy burst out into an adorable giggle, his cheeks growing like a puffing steamed bun as he raised his fist up to his lips. his boba eyes crinkling into glowing crescents which had you screaming in your mind—holy shit, why there's a cute guy here?!

"you must have a really nice dream to think that i was a kitten." his voice laced with giggles shoot Cupid's arrow to your rampant heart.

"u-uh, i don't know?" you pressed your lips tight awkwardly.

"i thought you said you hate kittens though?"

your eyes widened in pure shock, with your fangirling mode switching into ultra protection mode. "huh, how did you know! wait, are you a stalker?!"

"woah, woah. chill, a bit? i got to hear it from your sister, she told me—"

"wait you know my sister?"

"yeah, i'm her friend. and she called me awhile ago if i could check on you for some reasons."

your eyes sparkled upon the quick speed of your realisation, clasping your hands together as you reminisce the glowing aura of your sister. "was she worried about my me?"

"no. she was worried you're going to bury the kittens."

"ugh, never mind." you rolled your eyes before the shattered holy image of your sister, internally screaming at her for doubting your clean-ass reputation. your neck grew goosebumps when you realise the boy still had his boba orbs fixated on you.

"w-what you looking at?" your eyes darted all around the space before swaying your hand before the bot. "shoo shoo!"

he burst into another giggle once again, amused. "seriously, you're still treating me like a kitten. for your information, the proper name is mr. yang. kindly call me that, instead of shoo shoo, will ya?"

"okay, mr. yang! how long did my sister exactly ask for you to be here?" you frowned, "i assume that checking on me means going after two minutes of being here, so what are you still doing here?"

"ouch, getting rid of me so quick?"

"if that's what you'd like to hear, then yes."

"god." his low voice gave goosebumps to you for the nth time. "give me a break, i just got back from work. tired, you know?" jungwon stood up, and the kittens on the floor grabbed onto his pants—climbing utterly fast till his hips. "plus the kittens seems to like me, don't you think?"

"i had no idea what my sister fed them to the point they're unbelievably comfy with people, actually. So don't get too high on yourself." nonchalantly replying you did as you observe the kittens, or maybe him.

"nah, the kittens surely likes me." his eyelashes fluttered up along his boba eyes to look at you. "but how about you?" mischievous smirk adorning his soft pink lips along with his boba eyes gazing deep into your soul. w-what the heck is he pulling with such good freaking looks?!

"u-uh?"

"i was asking if you like me too," jungwon lifted the kitten, pressing a gentle kiss on its head with his eyes still on you. "cause you've been blushing for quite awhile now."

"ha! that was the heat, you got really some awful tendencies to flirt with people you just met huh?" you scoffed as you brushed the kittens back with the hairbrush. "just like these little fellas."

"however.. cats don't ease up easily to people they don't particularly like." jungwon pouted in a playful manner, carrying the kittens in his arms as he slowly approached you. "cats also know very well who they want."

your cheeks flushed into an utter mess, looking away from his once adorable boba eyes that held the melody of a siren. he stopped before your sitting form, lowering himself down as he slowly placed the purring kitten on your lap.

"i don't know your name yet, mind telling me?"

"we're not friends, why would i?"

he pouted immensely, as he patted the kitten on your lap. "how cruel, well then. can i be your friend?"

"no thanks."

smirking he did as he gestured his index finger at the kittens. "then.. one, two— three, four—"

"counting for what?" you raise your eyebrow suspiciously. "if you're thinking to steal them, then scrap the idea."

"five." he hummed in utter delightment, "i'm actually counting how many kittens you had on your lap right now."

you had no idea what this cat-like boy were up to, that mischievous smirk never leaving his lips had you feeling so many things.

placing his chin on his palms, "ah. since you don't want me to be your friend, then.. since there's five kittens here, I wonder if i can be your kitten too?"

your cheeks heated up with his choice of words, your mind scrambled over whether he had gone insane. "w-what are you—"

whatever you're about to say though had gone to ashes, as you caught onto his boba eyes slowly blinking at you, his cheeks blooming into pink shade as his lips pulling up into another mischievous smirk. "the name's jungwon just so you have a name to call whenever you want me."

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[cozage]

The Daughter's Return: Month 6

Bad Mood

Masterlist | Read this on A03

CW: just one of those days, but Ace tries to cheer you up :) Characters: female reader x Portgas D. Ace Word Count: 1.8k

The meeting had not been going in your favor. 

“I’m telling you,” you said, trying your best to keep cool. “We need another division to go with Division Four. It’s too risky.”

“And I’m telling you,” Elmy shot back. “You’re underestimating Division Four. You underestimate every division but your own. Everyone lets you do it because-”

Thatch seemed to have nudged her, silencing whatever she was about to say. But she had said enough. Because you're Whitebeard’s Daughter. That’s what she would’ve said. That’s what everyone always said. 

Elmy was always rubbing you the wrong way. She may have been a fellow strategist and Thatch’s personal pick, but she lacked a lot of foresight. She always expected everything to go perfectly. And things never went perfectly in the pirate world. 

You looked at Thatch, begging him to take your side. But he stayed neutral. 

You sighed. “At least take some members from division two. It will-”

“That’s not your call to make,” Elmy snapped. “You seemed to have forgotten, but you’re not a division commander. Only they can make personnel calls.”

A few eyes widened at her words, and people shifted uncomfortably in their seats. They knew the wrath that was incurred on anyone who crossed you, and they didn’t want to be a part of it. 

But you were stunned into silence. You had no witty comeback. You had no angry words. In fact, you had the overwhelming urge to curl up in a corner and cry. Everyone at the table knew what kind of a low blow Elmy had made, but nobody dared to call her out on it. 

“Fine.” You forced your lower lip to stop trembling. You couldn’t lose your composure here. “If the Division Four Commander requests assistance, we can go from there and talk to division commanders about additional assistance. Otherwise, you can operate as a solo division mission.”

“Division two is happy to offer people,” Ace immediately said, trying his best to support you. “If you want them, Thatch.”

“Thanks, Ace.” Thatch looked uncomfortable with the situation at hand. He kept trying to make eye contact, but you refused to meet it. “Let me talk to Elmy and we’ll get back to you.”

“Sure.” Ace nodded. “If that’s all, we can plan to meet back in a few hours. I know you guys have to-”

You didn’t hear the rest of his speech. As soon as you realized you were about to be dismissed, you stormed out of the room, the door slamming behind you as you left.

You felt tears coming, which was stupid. You had heard those jabs a million times over. Elmy’s words weren’t special. They weren’t even creative. You weren’t even mad about not having commander status anymore. You preferred Ace in the spotlight, you working to support him. And yet, the tears still threatened to spill out. 

They waited until you were in your room, thankfully. You flopped onto your bed, letting out a muffled sob as you cried into the pillow. God, you felt so stupid. 

Jinx swatted her paw on your head, and you shoved her away. “Leave me alone, you stupid cat!” you screamed. “I’ll burn you to a crisp, I’m serious this time!”

Jinx seemed to sense your words were an empty threat, because she came back and laid down in front of you. Her amber eyes stared into your soul, and then she did the last thing you were expecting. She began purring. 

“That’s not gonna help, you know.” You sniffled, wiping your eyes. “I still hate you.”

Her eyes squinted, but the purring continued. 

You continued to stare at her until you heard the door open behind you. Jinx jumped up and raced for the door where her true master stood, and you could hear her purring intensify as she weaved around his feet. 

“Hey,” Ace said softly, sitting down on the bed next to you.

“I’m in a bad mood,” you said, your voice still thick with tears. “I just want to be alone.”

You felt a hand begin to rub along your back, massaging your tense body. “Can we talk about it first?”

“No.”

“Elmy’s jealous,” Ace said. “You’ve always known that.”

“I’m not mad about it.”

“Then why are you crying?”

You felt the tears spring up again, and you instantly became frustrated. “I don’t know!” you shouted. “I made peace with just being your strategist long ago!”

Ace’s hand paused against your back. “Just being my strategist?”

“You’re the division commander. You have the final say.” You wiped your eyes and turned your head so you could see him. “I’m just your strategist. Ultimately what I say doesn’t matter if you don’t want it to.”

“But I do want it to matter.”

“Which is great. But what I say doesn’t matter until you decide it does.”

Ace gave a little chuckle, as if he couldn’t believe what you were saying. “Do you hear yourself right now?” he asked.

Your anger flared up, and your skin began to churn. “Excuse me?”

“Where did you get this insane idea that your ideas don’t matter?”

“Did you not hear Elmy-?”

Ace scoffed. “I sure did. But listen to me right now. What you say goes, just as much as if I had said it. I trust you with my life, with my family’s life, with everything. There’s not a plan you could give me that I would veto. Because we are equal. Do you understand?”

“But-”

“Do you understand?” Ace repeated, staring at you. 

“Yeah,” you mumbled, turning away from him. He just didn’t get it. 

“That didn’t sound convincing,” Ace said, his fingers jabbing playfully at your sides and causing you to shriek out, your giggles filling the air. “Try again,” he said.

“Okay!” you yelled, trying to squirm away from him. Your tension and anger were gone, replaced with only your love for him. “Okay, okay! I understand!”

“Understand what?” Ace dug into your sides harder, making you kick at him to try and stop his assault. 

“We’re equals!” you shrieked with laughter, and finally his fingers stilled.

He laid down next to you, kissing your shoulder, then your cheek, and finally your nose. “I shouldn’t have let you be embarrassed like that in there. I’m sorry I didn’t speak up sooner.” 

You sighed. “It’s okay. It’s a weird position to be in. I’m sure Thatch and his team can do it on their own. I just want him to be safe.”

“I understand that.” Ace wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him. “It’s normal to be worried about people you love.”

“I know,” you grumbled, burying your face into his chest. 

“And I’m always on your side, okay?” Ace said. “I promise I’m never going to leave you.”

You pulled back, scowling at him. “You can’t promise that. You don’t know what is going to happen in the future. Don’t promise it unless you mean it.”

“I mean it. I’ll never leave you. I love you too much to ever leave.” He paused. “If you want to leave though, I’ll under-“

“I won’t.” And you truly meant it. You couldn’t see a life without Ace. You didn’t want it. 

“Guess we’re stuck with each other, then.”

“Till death do we part.”

“Nah,” Ace chuckled. “I’ll haunt you even after I’m dead. Just to keep my promise.”

The thought of Ace dying before you made you stop breathing, and you clutched his chest tightly. “Don’t even joke about that. You’re not dying. Promise me.”

Ace raised his eyebrow. “I thought you said don’t make promises I can’t keep?”

Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes. “Ace,” you sucked in a breath. “Don’t joke about that. It’s not funny.”

“Okay okay.” Ace pulled you back into his chest and kissed the top of your head, reminding you that he was still with you. “You can die first. I won’t die. I promise.”

“Thank you,” you whispered. You knew it wasn’t fair for him to promise that, but the thought of being without him made you want to vomit. 

A knock came at the door, startling you both. 

“Go away!” Ace shouted. “We’re in a bad mood!”

You giggled softly at his comment. He always knew how to make you laugh. 

“It’s me.” Thatch’s voice came from outside the door, and you froze. You weren’t sure if you wanted to see him at the moment, even if he was about to leave.

“Oh, then come in!” Ace shouted. You shot him a look, which he completely ignored. 

Thatch opened the door just enough to slip inside before shutting it again. Looking at him made you remember the humiliation you had just felt, and made you want to cry all over again. 

“Do you hate me?” Thatch asked, looking at you. His eyes were full of fear, afraid of the answer you might give him. 

You shook your head and sat up on the bed. “Elmy was right. You guys can do it on your own.”

Thatch’s eyes gleamed with pride. “You really think so?”

“Yeah,” you said. “I was just worried, that’s all.”

“If you have concerns, I want to hear them. I know we’re a smaller division and were not always perfect for the job. If you don’t think that we can-”

“You can,” you said, cutting him and his rambling off. “I just-”

You glanced at Ace, who gave you a nod of encouragement to continue. “I just worry about you, Thatch. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

Thatch stared at you for a few moments, and his eyes began getting glassy. He jumped at you, wrapping his arms around you and holding you in a tight embrace. 

“I’ll be okay, kid. Don’t worry about me. I’ll see you real soon, okay?”

You returned the intensity of his hug, afraid to let go. Nodding at his words, you tried to blink away your own tears. You had to be strong right now. “You’ll be back in two weeks, right?”

“Two weeks max. I promise.”

“See you soon,” you whispered.

Thatch kissed your cheek, and then opened the door. “I’ll be back before you know it, Your Majesty.”

The old nickname made you smile. It had been a long time since he had called you that, but it still brought back happy memories. 

And yet, as you watched him leave, you couldn’t help but feel a little nauseous at the thought of the whole thing. Even if you couldn’t place it, something didn’t feel right. And that scared you. 

If only you had listened to your instincts.

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[queen--of--shadows]

A Formidable Pair: Part 3

Azriel x Reader

Summary: As spymaster to the Spring Court, the Reader meets her unfriendly match from the Night Court as they work together to train, rebuild and repair Court relations.

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1224

Notes: so sorry for the delay in getting part 3 out! work has been kicking my ass and i’ve barely had time to write 🥲 let me know how you like the story so far 🖤 ENJOY xx

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

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Gods, she moved faster than lightning.

Punch, kick, dodge, strike.

As if they could sense each other’s next move, Azriel danced and twirled with her across the dry dirt pit, dust clouds forming in the wake.

The feral amusement in her eyes as she lunged for him sparked something in the Shadowsinger’s blood.

Years of lethal training in the Autumn Court under Eris became apparent as she struck and dodged each of his blows, swift as a gazelle prancing in the last glowing rays of the setting sun.

Azriel kept his eyes averted from her unnecessarily distracting training leathers that clung to her lithe, muscled body.

A living weapon—that’s what she was, he came to realize with every hit and jab, every twirl and leap. Defiant, cunning, wild.  

He had, of course, provoked it—that rage that simmered under the surface, the familiar deadly calm that glittered in her eyes. And even though he had accepted her challenge, he didn’t think she would go for a full-blown attack.

Azriel had underestimated her.

When Rhys told him weeks ago about their upcoming trip to the Spring Court, Aziel adamantly refused, unwilling to travel to his Lord and Lady’s enemy lands.

Well, ally lands now. Azriel still didn’t trust Tamlin or his sudden attempts at peace and rectification.

But with enough persuasion and persistence from Feyre, he begrudgingly obliged. There was no way he would knowingly let Rhys go alone and spend an entire week there unguarded, even if he knew his brother could handle himself perfectly fine.

And he definitely wasn’t going without doing his own research on the spy he was supposedly working with, and her underlings that he was meant to train.

Y/N. It tasted distant and foreign on his tongue.

He didn’t care to get to know her. Didn’t bother to speak to her more than necessary.

A spy for his two most hated Courts. Born and raised in Autumn, bred like a bloodhound in the Spring.

Despite knowing that Lucien dragged her here to give her a break from Eris’s vile, demanding missions, Azriel expected a timid, shy thing, fumbling and feeble and meek.

Nothing like the cool, lethal killer now in front of him, moving with the nimble grace of a jungle cat circling its prey before going for the killing blow.

Azriel suddenly wondered if they had indeed been cut from the same cloth.

The thought cost him.

He registered her attack a second too late, unable to maneuver his way out. She wrapped her muscled legs around his torso while flipping around and back, grabbing his head and pinning him down. Azriel found himself immovable against the ground in a headlock, her body wrapped around his. One movement from him, and she could snap his neck.

She was fury, wrath, vengeance.

Yes, he had definitely underestimated her.

As if she was suddenly aware of the entanglement of their bodies, she undid herself from the position and got up, quick and smooth as a snake.

Loose strands of hair that escaped her braid whipped around her face in the dusky breeze. The new spies all stood gaping, eyes darting from Azriel to her.

“Care for round two, Spymaster?” she asked, her voice like death and bloodshed.

Azriel shook off his nerves and let himself fall into the mask of the cold, unforgiving warrior. “Be ready to leave at dawn,” was all he managed to say. Thank Gods his voice didn’t reveal his anger, rage and embarrassment. He brushed the dirt off his leathers and turned back towards the Manor.

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It was early enough that the dim morning light hadn’t begun to brighten the night sky. As much as he hated the Spring Court, Azriel couldn’t help but sleep with the windows open to let in the sweet, balmy breeze that cooled the pit of anger coiled in his gut since last night. He hadn’t even gone down for dinner, despite Rhysand’s request to join him. He had to avoid seeing her for as long as possible, not wanting his self-loathing of being caught off guard by some young spy to ruin his brother’s meal.

Pulling on his leathers and sheathing his blades, Azriel made his way to the training ring again, ready to get in a quick morning workout before heading back home for the Winter Solstice Party. A small smile bloomed at the thought of being around his family again and celebrating Feyre’s birthday.

His shadows led the way down and around Tamlin’s massive home, the only noise coming from his leather boots against the black and white marble tiles.

A soft, lilting voice stopped him in his tracks.

He crossed the last few steps of the hallway and cracked open the gilded doorframe that led to the training court, just enough to hear the quiet melody:

“Fly me to the moon…”

Given his luck, he knew there could only be one person awake and out there this early.

“Let me play among the stars…”

As if in a trance, he cracked the door wider, staring at her while she hummed the rest of the tune to herself, unaware that he was behind her as she stretched out her limbs.

At the sound of his step out into the court, she whipped her head back, locking those harsh, unforgiving eyes with his own. Azriel didn’t bother greeting her as he walked past where she sat and swaggered toward the edge of the ring where weights and bars were littered across the dirt.

It was still dark out, the crescent moon now at the distant edge of the sky and the pink morning light inching above the horizon. Azriel had told her to be ready at dawn, and here she was, bag packed and weapons sharpened before daybreak.

“How long are you going to take,” she said from where she sat, her words nothing like the sweet, honeyed voice that was singing moments ago.

Not a question, but a demand.

“Give me 15 minutes to warm up, then we can head out,” he muttered back.

Before she could respond, Lucien, Tamlin and Rhysand made their way out of the Manor and into the yard.

“Azriel, you and Y/N will be stopping at the Autumn Court first. Y/N has to give her report to Eris since he won’t be making it to the party,” Rhysand drawled, amusement dancing in his violet eyes. “It should take about a half day to fly there, then another few hours before you can winnow back home.”

Neither she nor Azriel responded.

Fine, they would take the long way, then. Together.

Azriel ground his teeth but nodded in agreement, noting how she tensed up from across the ring.

“Thank you for coming and helping Y/N train the new spies, Azriel,” Tamlin said gently. “I appreciate it, and apologize again for missing out on the Solstice Party. I wish I could be there, but I know Y/N will have a wonderful time in my place,” he finished, winking at her before turning on his heel and heading back inside, Rhysand and Lucien trailing him with equally amused expressions.

“Hurry up and finish. I want to head out before it gets too hot,” she barked at him.

As Azriel began his workout, annoyance and dread sluiced through him.

Well, this should be fun.

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[deconstructthesoup]

Was just thinking (again) about how in season 1 and season 2 of The Owl House, there are clear parallels in the premiere, quarter-season, mid-season, three-quarter-season, and finale episodes, so I thought I'd break them down

Premieres: A Lying Witch And A Warden/Separate Tides:

The "do not underestimate me/now eat this, sucka" speech is said at the very beginning, followed by an immediate tone shift (ALWAAW has the scene from the Good Witch Azura that leads into it being Luz doing her book report, ST has Luz facing off against Garlog before it being revealed that he's just a tiny gremlin)

Luz and King go on a dangerous mission together (ALWAAW has them sneak in and steal the crown, ST has them chase after the Selkiedomous)

"Us weirdos have to stick together" is said (you guys know the context)

We meet and fight a member of the Emperor's Coven, who kinda deviate from our expectations (Warden Wrath turns out to have a thing for Eda and is later revealed to be kinda sad, The Golden Guard is shown to have a cocky side and is later revealed to be... well, Hunter)

Quarter-Seasons: Covention/Through The Looking Glass Ruins

Cool lore details are revealed about the academic side of the Isles (Covention shows the Hexside kids working to join covens, TTLGR shows how cutthroat Glandus students are)

The clear flaws in the coven system and how magic is viewed are addressed (Covention shows how high-status the EC is, how the covens seal away your magic, and how Amity's need to succeed is wearing down on her, TTLGR shows the stigma around illusionists and how physical magic is valued over others)

The "show don't tell" rule is applied with a character who's been called strong showing off just how powerful they are (Eda and Lilith show off an incredible amount of skill in Covention, Gus goes full horror movie in TTLGR)

Lumity milestone (Luz and Amity reach an understanding in Covention and see a different side of each other, TTLGR has the cheek kiss)

Mid-Season (Escape of the Palisman/Yesterday's Lie)

Luz has to reckon with a mistake that she made and faces the consequences (EOFP sees her recklessness cause Owlbert to get hurt and she has to jump through hurdles to make it up to him, YL sees her finally tell her mother the truth and see how her leaving really did have consequences)

Very sad lore about a seemingly scary demon is revealed (The Bat Queen is shown to protect the lost Palismen due to having forgotten and lost her last owner, Vee shows a different side of the basilisks and tells Luz how they were made and experimented on)

Three-Quarter-Season (Understanding Willow/Hollow Mind)

A mishap leads to Luz and another character venturing into another character's mind (UW has Luz and Amity go into Willow's so they can fix the fire damage, HM has Luz and Hunter go into Belos's mind by mistake after the CAT plan fails)

The person's Inner Self initially manifests as something else (Willow's Inner Self is a fire monster at first before being revealed to just be overtaken by anger, Belos's inner self pretends to be a lost child before... yeah)

HUGE character-specific lore is revealed that completely changes the game (Amity shows us just how bad her home life is and how her parents pressured her into ditching Willow, Hunter finds out that he's a Grimwalker and Luz finds out that Belos is Philip and he's working with The Collector)

Finales (Young Blood, Old Souls/King's Tide)

The "with this spell declared" motif comes back (Lilith splits the curse in YBOS, Eda uses it to tell her she'll be all right in KT)

Eda nearly dies and loses a part of herself (petrification and loss of magic in YBOS, draining spell and loss of arm in KT)

Luz and Belos fight and Luz not only gets a hit in but thinks her way out of a situation (YBOS has Luz hitting Belos in the eye and cracking his mask, as well as double-crossing him with the portal, KT has her insult his fashion sense and brand him with the seal)

The portal is destroyed (you know how that shakes down)

#the owl house #the owl house analysis

[blue-jewel-muses]

Bioshock

Name: Bioshock.

Age: 3.4 million stellar-cycles old.

Height: 20 feet.

Birthplace: Shockwave's lab, Cybertron.

Gender: Femme.

Pronouns: She/Her.

Sexuality: Bisexual.

Faction: Decepticon.

Rank: Scientist and Warrior.

Alt mode: Bugatti Chiron.

Weapon(s): Blasters on her forearms, electro whips, a metal rod that delivers an electric shock.

Accent: American.

Personality: She comes off as stoic and quiet, but that doesn't mean she isn't paying attention, she is attentive which means she could use what she has heard or witnessed against someone as blackmail or manipulation. Although when she is alone with her Sire she shows great enthusiasm when she is doing anything related to science or experiments, some might say that she shows maybe a little too much enthusiasm to the point of unnerving others, except her Sire of course, but when she is in the zone she wouldn't let anything get in the way of the experiments she wants to do. She is not one to be underestimated in battle, while she is a scientist first and foremost, she has no qualms about fighting in battle.

Appearance: She has a strong build and is slender, her primary armour colour is black and her secondary armour colour is red, her red optics are almost cat-like and has audio fins. On her forehelm she has a third red optic, but when she has it offline she can shift the plating to cover it.

Holoform:

Holoform's Outfit:

TFA Background: Unlike a normal Cybertronian, Bioshock was created in Shockwave's lab as a Sparkling and Shockwave created a family bond with her, he raised her to the femme she is today and taught her all she needed to know about science. When she was thirteen stellar-cycles old she was told of the war and Shockwave secretly gave her the choice to either become an Autobot or a Decepticon, but for Bioshock it was a no-brainer, she would remain with her Sire and be a Decepticon. She was originally looked down on by the older Decepticons, especially Starscream, but she proved herself time and time again in battle and where her loyalties lay, she fought in the wars and the Battle of Iacon. After the wars, she accompanied the remaining Decepticons on the Nemesis while her Sire did his spy work amongst the Elite Guard as Longarm Prime, eventually she ended up on Earth with Starscream, Lugnut and Blitzwing.

Bayverse Background: Unlike a normal Cybertronian, Bioshock was created in Shockwave's lab as a Sparkling and Shockwave created a family bond with her, he raised her to the femme she is today and taught her all she needed to know about science. When she was thirteen stellar-cycles old she was told of the war and Shockwave secretly gave her the choice to either become an Autobot or a Decepticon, but for Bioshock it was a no-brainer, she would remain with her Sire and be a Decepticon. She was originally looked down on by the older Decepticons, especially Starscream, but she proved herself time and time again in battle and where her loyalties lay. After the Autobots and most of the Decepticons left Cybertron, she remained on Cybertron with her Sire until they themselves made the journey to Earth and fought in the battle in Chicago.

Likes:

Science.

Experiments.

Spending time with her Sire.

Successful battles.

Dislikes:

Autobots.

Starscream.

Her experiments being ruined.

A defeat in battle.

Fear(s):

Losing her Sire.

Being captured by Autobots.

Megatron's wrath.

Strength(s):

Observant.

Good with blackmail and manipulation.

Loyal to Megatron.

Smart.

Weakness(es):

Can sometimes get a little too enthusiastic about experiments.

Can get too focused on an experiment and not think about anything else.

Has no night vision, only normal and infrared.

Crush: Blitzwing (TFA), Lockdown (Bayverse).

Family: Shockwave (Sire) (TFA and Bayverse).

Other info:

Her single optic can scan things more easily, as well as zoom in on things, it also has an infrared function.

TF Dimension(s): TFA and Bayverse.

#ooc #[🧪 Daughter of Scientist 🧪] #muse: bioshock #muse bio #transformers animated #transformers bayverse

[midnightscxre]

@snapshotkiller

Woman with golden waves for hair was always underestimated, ever since she was born, when she was considered the fragile youngest child among three brothers. Nothing changed until after high school...even when she met Frank, Joey and Suzie, and ended up in this twisted world. But they were all wrong. . . Only after her blade was smeared with crimson for the first time, they finally realized that.

Julie relentlessly clamped the infamous murderer around the waist with her knees, pressed the throat with her elbow. Angel face with fiery soul was tough, resourceful and agile like a cat, managing to overpower a man that was feared even by other killers like a plague was in 13th century. Not even Frank managed to do this, Julie knew that and the realization filled her with pride. " I see you are one of those living on false reputation. . . " melodic voice fell between them,as the tip of the blade pushed the ivory mask, forcing it off slowly.

Unmasking a killer, one of the biggest humiliations to one hiding behind it. " You should have thought twice before creeping around Ormond, Ghostface. Because you are far from the stealthy, silent punishment they paint you as. " leaning closer, icy orbs glared at two coal black spots of his mask, cold steel still pushing the mask. " You are a scary joke. " Tone filled with wrath that was accumulating all her life. Snatching the camera that fell in the thick blanket of snow beside them, woman raised it above their heads. " I'll keep this one, if you don't mind. Capture the moment of truth. . .where you got busted. " mockingly she hummed the theme of ghost busters before finally unmasking the man, snapping the picture instantly. Eyes widen and plump rosy lips slightly opened. . . The face. Julie did not expect the man to be so. . . easy on the eyes.

#Hope this works! Thought I would bring out my Julie #snapshotkiller: danny #ft. julie

[trashheappro]

Ch: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 5.5, 6

Sides: 1, 2, 2.5, 3

Sequel: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 14.5, 15, 16

Alt-Sequel: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17

“I can’t be a part of this anymore.” Crypto refused to meet Loba’s gaze as he told her, toying with the hem on his sweater.

Loba glared at him. “You can’t be serious.”

“I am.”

Loba rubbed her temples. “Listen, Natalie was hurt bad. I will not ask her to work on the relic while she is recovering. Do not make me ask that of her.”

“Then looks like your schedule will have to be delayed.”

She glared at him. “I do not have that luxury.”

“And I refuse to play his game anymore.”

“I thought you liked his games,” she sneered.

“I…” Crypto couldn’t get that Revenant out of his head. That hollow thing that pinned him down and looked right through him. “Not this one.”

Loba watched him. “Did something happen?”

He must not have hid his expression as well as he wanted to. “I just- I don’t want to talk about it.”

Her eyes turned sympathetic and Crypto couldn’t tell if they were genuine or filled with lies. “Listen, if he hurt you…” Understatement. “We can work together to put a stop to him.”

The fact that Loba was beginning to see him as the same as her, a victim of Revenant’s… it annoyed him more than it should have. He wasn’t. He was not a victim. He wasn’t. They were equal in their relationship. At least, they were supposed to be. Not necessarily in the same way, but they were equals. Now something was shifting, he could see it.

“That’s exactly what he wants.” Revenant has been acting strange. “He’s toying with us.” And not in a way Crypto was used to. It was empty.

“And we can make him regret that.” Loba had confidence, an assertiveness that Crypto lacked. Hm, or was that desperation?

“No,” Crypto said. “You think if he didn’t want you doing what you’re doing, it wouldn’t be easy to kill you?” He chuckled drily. “This is not a game of cat and mouse. You are a puppet dancing on his strings.” He was too.

“He underestimates me. He underestimates us.” Loba said. “He does not know what we are capable of. If we just worked together-”

“No.” Crypto sighed. “I don’t want to beat him, I just- I just need get away from him.” He took a deep breath. “For now,” he added belatedly.

“Crypto, please.”

“I’m sorry, but I’m done.” He was tired. He needed to rest. And with the games on an off-schedule due to the explosion, now was a perfect time. “You cannot change my mind.”

Crypto walked away before she could stop him. He was tired. He felt it ache in him. But his bed was the last place he wanted to go; too many memories of Revenant in them. He could work on his drone in the workshop. But being alone with his thoughts didn’t seem very good. Elliot? Too high energy for how he was feeling.

Crypto found himself in front of the infirmary. Natalie was still unconscious; there was no point. He stepped in anyway. Natalie laid comatose in her bed, with Wraith at her side. Renee looked up at him. She was wary, her guard was up. He was not surprised.

“How is she?” he asked.

“How does it look?” she spat back.

“Then, is she getting better?”

Renee turned back to Natalie. “Yes. No thanks to your boyfriend.”

Did that warrant this kind of hostility? “He’s not my boyfriend.”

“Sure he’s not. So, are you here to make excuses for him?”

Crypto sat in the seat across from her. “No. I’m just here to check on Natalie.”

“I don’t understand why,” Renee held onto Natalie’s hand. “Why Nat? She’s the sweetest, gentlest person on this ship.”

“Knowing him, it could have just been because he felt like it.”

“Well, lucky you. The only one safe from his wrath.”

Crypto chuckled humorlessly. Not even.

Renee glared at him. “You think this is funny?” she hissed.

“Only that you think anyone is safe from someone as volatile as him.” Crypto subconsciously rubbed his bruised wrist. He sighed and tugged on the sleeve of his turtleneck, making sure that it was not visible.

Wraith eyed the movement and sensed something as off. She went from hostile, to wary, to concerned. “What happened?”

He shrugged. He was wondering the same thing. “It-” wasn’t even that bad. “It-” wasn’t Revenant’s fault. “It-” was just a misunderstanding. “It-” was his fault. He should have done something more to stop it. They were into some kinky shit. How was Revenant supposed to know he wasn’t into it that day?

“Crypto, this is…”

“Fine,” he cut her off. “It’s fine. I’m taking care of it.” Which was to say not at all.

She looked at him skeptically. “Listen, I get that working against Revenant might be hard for you-”

“Actually-” he cut her off again. He hoped that wasn’t going to become a habit, but he just didn’t want to talk about him. “I won’t be working with you guys going forward.”

“What?”

“I just need time to myself,” he said. “I came to tell Natalie, but that’s not an option right now.” He gave Renee a little half smile. “I guess I just have to tell the person closest to her.”

Renee blushed a little. “Well, I wouldn’t say that.”

Crypto got up. “Please tell her for me.”

“Yeah,” she looked back to Natalie. “Of course.”

He nodded. “Thank you.”

She grabbed onto the back of his sweater. “Are you sure you’re ok?”

“Yeah.” No.

Crypto just walked in any direction. He still didn’t want to go to his room. Still didn’t want to go to the workshop. Still didn’t want to see Elliot. He sighed. He walked down the hall to the front doors. He’d go for a walk. He didn’t want to see anyone.

The air was crisp. It felt good just to breath. It was on the chillier side, but he’d take that over it being too hot. He walked further and further from the compound. There wasn’t civilization for miles. That worked for him. No civilians to bother him.

He found a grassy spot and sat down. He would have hated the idea in a previous life; dirt sticking to his pants, bugs crawling on him. He was born and raised in the city even if he was poor. Taking part in the Games, got rid of that. Day after day of running and sliding in dirt, mud, and water did that pretty quick.

Crypto stared up at the sky. Stars twinkled in the distance, vivid among the black. It was quite nice. Mila would have hated it. Would have rolled her eyes and say they could be doing some real work instead. He would have been inclined to agree. But Mila wasn’t here and he was alone.

Surrounded by people, some he would even call friends, and yet he was still alone. Even with Revenant, he was alone. The life of a fugitive. It was ridiculous how quickly he got attached. But he always was the softie between him and Mila.

Crypto chuckled quietly to himself. Mila would have hated Revenant. She always did say he had bad taste. Sure, Revenant wasn’t necessarily a person he would be excited to bring back to mom, but he wasn’t a bad guy… Well, not a bad guy to him.

Well…

They’d have to talk about it eventually. Did they?

It wasn’t even that big of a deal. Crypto scowled to himself. Then why was he acting like it was. If it wasn’t, why was he avoiding Revenant? This was ridiculous, he chastised himself. Revenant didn’t do anything wrong. They didn’t have the most vanilla relationship. Any other day he might have been into it.

Crypto laid down. He crossed his arms to keep the chill at bay. Could he sleep out here? He sighed. Now he was being ridiculous. He was overreacting. They didn’t even go all the way. He gritted his teeth. Now he was just making excuses.

But it really wasn’t that bad.

If this had happened to Mila, he would have ruined that fucker’s life.

“What are you doing out here?”

Crypto hated the way he stiffened up. “Nothing,” he said. “Just admiring the stars.”

“In the time I’ve known you,” Revenant sat down next to him. “You’ve never gone outside willingly.”

Crypto nudged him with his elbow. “I resent that.”

“You have yet to prove me wrong.”

“I am proving you wrong right now.”

“No,” Revenant said, his orange eyes searing into him. “You’re avoiding me.”

Crypto really hated this. “No, I just need some time to myself.”

“By avoiding me.”

He hated how hurt Revenant sounded. Ridiculous. “Not really. I just needed space to think.”

“Away from me.”

He also hated how Revenant made it sound like he owed him something. “Away from everyone.”

“That should not include me.” Revenant was pissed.

And that pissed Crypto off. He was the one that should be pissed. “But it does,” he snapped back. “I just want to be alone right now! I don’t get what the problem is!” He sat up and glared at Revenant. “Just leave me alone!”

 Revenant grabbed him. “You are obviously bothered by what happened yesterday.”

Understatement. “I-” deserve to be. He frowned at himself. He didn’t want to fight with Revenant. “I don’t know.”

“Listen, it’s fine. We can move past it.”

Was it? Could they? “It’s just-” Crypto grumbled to himself. This was why he wanted to be alone. He just needed time to think.

“I don’t know why this is bothering you so much,” Revenant huffed. “We’ve done weirder stuff before.”

Of course, that was true, but… yesterday was different. He sighed and wrapped his arms around he knees. “I know…”

“So, what’s the problem?”

Crypto growled in frustration. “I don’t know. This is why I wanted to be alone. Just let me think!”

Revenant rolled his eyes. “What? Do you want safe word or something?”

“You’re missing the point!” he snapped. “I just want to be alone right now!”

“How am I going to fix whatever issues you have if you won’t even talk to me?!”

Crypto glared at him. “Me? No, this is all about you.”

“I’ve always had issues, you knew that.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“But you implied it.”

“This is different.”

Revenant slammed his fist on the ground. “So, what? Can’t deal with it anymore? Gonna throw me away like I’m trash.”

Crypto stared at him wide eyed. He took a deep breath. “You are jumping to conclusion. I’m just saying you’ve been acting strange ever since Loba arrived.”

“I told you not to worry about her,” Revenant snarled, shooting to his feet. “She’s mine to deal with.”

Crypto followed him. “How can I not worry about her?! She wants to hurt you!”

Revenant scoffed. “You know I can’t die.”

“I wasn’t talking-”

“And what does it even matter? Why do you even care?”

“Of course, I-”

“Since you seem so keen to never speak to me again, just let her do what she wants!”

“Stop! Stop interrupting me!” Crypto snapped. “Ppalgan, I know you can’t die. I know you’re strong. And I know you could kill every single one of us if you wanted to, but I don’t want you to be hurt!”

Revenant stared at him resolutely. “You think that little girl can do anything I wouldn’t want her to be doing?”

“That’s not the point!” He heaved a breath as their eyes met and Crypto felt like he was about to breakdown. “You can’t pretend like her presence isn’t doing something to you.” He took a deep breath. “You hurt me yesterday. And you’ve hurt me before, but not like that. A-and I told you-” He let out a shattered exhale. “I begged you to stop and you didn’t care.”

Revenant broke eye contact first. He took one of Crypto’s hands into his own. He rubbed his thumb over the knuckles and kissed them. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.

Crypto’s heart fluttered. Revenant was good to him. That was an accident. A mistake.  “I’m not worried about her; I’m worried about you.”

Revenant looked pained.

“I don’t want you to get hurt.” He took Revenant’s hand into both of his and rested his forehead against it. He took deep breaths. “Please tell me what’s going on.”

“Nothing, darling,” Revenant said. “I was just… stressed. And I thought-” he grumbled. “I’m sorry.”

Hope flared in Crypto’s chest. It was just a one-time thing. Revenant had just been stressed. But if it was Loba that was stressing him out, and Loba intended to stay until she got what she wanted. And she wanted to hurt Revenant... He sighed. Why did she have to come here and make a mess of everything?

“Ok,” Crypto whispered. “Can we go inside now? It’s cold.”

“Yes,” Revenant stepped forward.

“I’m tired,” he said. “Will you sleep with me?”

“Of course.”

#cryprev #crypto/revenant #trashtexts #5+1 tsundere

[icantspeakspanish]

Obey Me! Brothers react to you behaving like an older, caring but short tempered sibling

a/n: i have no idea how thisll do because for some reason i only post haikyuu content on here🧑‍🦯 || i had to rewrite this entire thing because tumblr just decided to crash outta nowhere😐

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor

masterlist.

Lucifer

he was pretty much the first one to notice how you treated him he brothers and also like, but he didn’t say anything

you weren’t harming or anything, so lucifer’s fine with it

UNTIL you notice how much he overworks himself sometimes

that’s when he’s getting bothered😭

you can’t really tell a demon to go to fucking sleep you tried, it didn’t work🙄

so you’ve come to the decision that it’d be best if you’d stick around in his room until he goes to sleep

why this would change anything you may ask?😟

because you’re annoying the living shit outta him as you should

putting this aside, y’all also often get bothered by the other ones behavior

cuz oldest sibling stuff, the usual shit

BUT as soon as you guys get over these „differences“, you become the most horrific duo in hell

GET IT SIS

that also goes for lucifer’s brothers

when someone messes something up, they’ll feel the DOUBLE pack of sibling wrath

that does not mean that y’all wouldn’t have the others back when they need you

Mammon

swears you’re the best thing that has ever happened to the devildom

all because one time, mammon really wanted something but didn’t have enough money anymore

so youre like:“how much is it?“

and him, not expecting you to actually get that for him, just answering casually

till you wipe out your money and give it to him💀

„wait, are you serious???“

„yeah“

you ain’t even looking at him🥲

as you may have expected, he’ll use that more often now😒

remember how he swore that you’re the best thing that has ever happened to the devildom??

takes everything back as soon as he sees ya angry

Never stopped breathing so fast after hearing „god fucking dang it, Mammon!!“ shout through the entire house

And he can’t lie to you 🥱

Sometimes, the teasing and blaming by his siblings gets the best of him

You SENSE it immediately when something shifts in mammon so you’re quick to make the others stop by either threatening to embarrass them or really just yell the SHIT out of them

It works 😍🤞🏻

And you comfort him too😠

Leviathan

Do i even need to start

Homeboy BARRICADES himself in his room sometimes

🥱🚪 <- you at his door on your nightly round, throwing water and food into his room

Reminding him to stay fucking hydrated, eat his fucking food you protected with your life to not let beelzebub get it

AND OPEN THE FUCKING WINDOW??

He thinks you’re a good listener

And you show interest in his hobbys even though you maybe don’t understand a word

He really appreciates you for violently taking care of him🥰

Still respects you☝🏻

Fucking joking, Levi is terrified of you when you loose your shit

Lovely☺️

Satan

Underestimates you SO HARD BRO

Like mammons like „and then, they yelled at me…“, and he’s like:“Y/n is a human. You can snap their neck, why are you terrified?“

Yeah bitch you tHOUGhT🖕🏻

Views you completely different after you made a demon feel bad by yelling💀

„yeah its basically— did you just grump at me? What are you, a fucking dog??“

„Y/n, that is a demon.“

„so??? no one gonna raise their voice at me.“

Mama ain’t raised no bitch

Thats how he respected you

Listen.

Satan starts loving you after you get him a cat😭

He goes 🥺

„Really????“

You’re also honest with him when you think he’s either in the wrong or right with Lucifer

Will rather listen to you JUST TO PISS LUCIFER OFF LMAOOOO

Asmodeus

HES AMAZING FR

He sees you having a stressed skin and assumes its because you’ve been kept awake day n night because of his brothers

And says you’re very welcome for a skincare night😩😭

I LITERALLY CAN NOT

talking bout love interests all the WAAAAAY

Like you guys are besties, exchanging tea, gossiping n all😭

Will hide behind you when Lucifer gets angry at him because he knows you snap back💀

When something happens, his eyes go immediately to you checking if you jus saw that too HAHAHAHAH

I LOVE ASMO HEY

Will threaten anyone, even in the human world, who’s in question to date you if they break your heart😚

Beelzebub

🥺…

HES SO ADORABLE JEPCJKNWEJNFPIWEJNCF

Beel tries his best to avoid making you angry

And when you’re on your fifth way to the kitchen at 2 AM to get lucifer his fifth glass of milk to fall asleep

You see him sitting there like ☹️

„Hey Beel, what’s wrong?“

„Im hungry.“

You look around a bit confused, then get an idea

„I can bake you a cake if you go back to sleep then?“

„REALLY😲“

So there you go

Screw Lucifer’s glass, he asleep now anyway😠

Some low demon was mean to him?

You’re bout to go feral

One of his brothers picked on him eating

The house is on fire

everything for this men🙄✌🏻

Belphegor

….😄🔪

THE FUCKING BRAT

ITS ALWAYS THE YOUNGEST SIBLING

Belphie LOVES making you angry

Belphie HATES you treating him like a fucking child and all of his words are cries😭

Like he’s trying to provocate you and you look deadass at him and go

„You’re done?😐“

You both try to not smack each other for beels sake <3

#obey me shall we date #obey me x reader #obey me mammon #obey me beelzebub #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me belphegor #obey me asmodeus #obey me Satan #obey me leviathan

[dessarious]

What Makes a Family? Pt18

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“And what price are they going to have to pay for your magic?” Marinette couldn’t help but smile at the protective tone in Bruce’s voice as he glared at Plagg. She was beyond relieved that he seemed to be a good person and even her Guardian instincts were calm around him.

“The Miraculous are all about balance. In our case, as true Chosen, they affect us whether we use them or not. That’s why Cass’ life has been so difficult and mine has been relatively calm. Actually being in possession of Plagg’s ring will make things better for her. As for other holders, it varies. The longer you hold a Miraculous the more it pulls out certain traits in you. Good or bad depends on both the person and how in tune with the Miraculous they are.” Chloe’s over protective nature and Adrien’s possessiveness were both likely side effects of being holders but there was no way for her to know for certain.

“So they begin to turn you into a different person?” Marinette was shaking her head before he was even finished. She really wasn’t good at explaining things to other people.

“No. Any traits that the Miraculous bring out were already there. If anything they bring out a person’s true nature so they can’t hide who they really are. My former partner for instance was always showing his best face to the world around him but Plagg’s influence allowed those looking for it the ability to see some of his less desirable qualities. Especially when transformed.” While it made perfect sense that the ring had brought out the things Adrien felt he had to hide from the world, she still felt guilty. She also had to wonder how different his life would have been if she’d found her real Black Cat sooner. Cass burrowed into her side.

“Not your fault.” Marinette just hugged her twin closer. Even if Fu had picked Adrien, as the current Guardian he had still been her responsibility. She’d let her knowledge of his personal life define how she treated him when she should have simply judged his actions as a hero. It had been reckless and irresponsible. She’d put everyone at risk. She felt a vibration at her side and actually laughed when she realized Cass was purring to calm her down.

“Well if I needed any more proof that you are Plagg’s chosen, the fact that you’re picking up cat traits without even having the ring on you would have done it.” Cass stopped abruptly and buried her head into Marinette’s shoulder with an embarrassed whine. Mari just grinned and kissed her temple to try and soothe her. “At least yours is cute. The first trait I picked up was reflex bleeding.” It was a small consolation that Lila had a rash for over a month after grabbing her.

“Do I want to know what that is?” Marinette offered Bruce a commiserating smile. It was a lot to process.

“My skin secretes a toxic substance when I feel threatened. Sadly enough it’s actually helped in battles before. Poor baby August tried to eat me a few times while Akumatized.” Bruce just blinked at her and Marinette could practically hear him thinking ‘what the fuck?’ She grinned at him. “Once you’ve actually been through an Akuma attack, remind me to show you footage of past battles. It will prove educational and quite possibly entertaining.”

“You expect me to be entertained by one of my children almost being eaten?” He sounded insulted at the suggestion but Marinette rolled her eyes.

“No, but the fact that Hawkmoth tends to Akumatize the worst suited people into villains should. The only reason he’s still around is because he’s a coward. If I could find him all of this would be over in a heartbeat. Hopefully with Cass here my luck will keep shifting for the better.”

“I thought you were the one with good luck.” Mari let out a frustrated breath.

“Technically yes. However having the Miraculous active, especially with the ring being held by someone so much less in tune than I am, has been affecting me. It’s gotten better since I added other permanent holders but certain things haven’t improved at all. Also, the Kwami are of the opinion that Cass and I rubbed off some of our luck on each other in the womb. It’s likely the reason she ended up with you around the same time I first became Ladybug. Being together will allow us to buffer each other.” Bruce was still frowning at her but it seemed more contemplative than anything else.

“Cass.” She watched her sister peek at Bruce from her position. “What do you want to do?” Marinette let out an approving hum at the question. She got a strange sense of satisfaction that he treated Cass with such care even though she wasn’t his. He wasn’t as warm as her parents, but it was obvious he did care.

“Stay. Help.” Bruce let out a sigh but nodded. Cass relaxed further and Marinette could feel contentment radiating off her.

“So Selina said you’re a fashion designer?” Marinette rose an eyebrow at the subject change. “Since there’s nothing more to be done at present about what’s going on in Paris and it doesn’t appear to be an urgent issue, I would like to get to know you and I’m sure Cass does too.” She felt Cass nod.

“Yes, I’m a fashion designer. It was always what I wanted to do, but my actual start was one of the first twists of fate after I got my Miraculous. I ended up designing something for Jagged Stone and everything just sort of took off from there.” Cass stiffened slightly and Marinette saw Bruce’s eye twitch.

“You’re the designer he’s always bragging about?” Marinette felt her face flush. It hadn’t really occurred to her that he would be familiar with Jagged. Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose. “The boys are not going to leave you alone. Dick, Jason, and Tim have a running bet over who can get a commission from you first. I apologize in advance for whatever happens at dinner.” She laughed at his dry tone and caught Cass’ smile out of the corner of her eye.

“I assure you it can’t be worse than Uncle Jagged himself. He introduces me to all my new clients and I swear it gets more embarrassing every time. I’m fairly certain he practices just to annoy me.” Bruce’s mouth twitched into something between a smile and a grimace.

“Do not underestimate the boys’ ability to be annoying or embarrassing. That’s not even counting the fact that Damian is likely to challenge you to a duel in order to prove that he’s meant to be my true heir and I have no idea what weapons he managed to smuggle on the plane.” Marinette rolled her eyes. Why wasn’t she surprised?

“I take it Talia’s teachings are still strong?” He frowned at her. Oh right, he didn’t know she knew. “When she and Ra’s were in Paris she enjoyed bragging about him and his bloodlines. That’s how I figured out you were Batman. But don’t worry, I can handle him.” The skeptical look he shot her just made her grin. “Trust me. Besides, I just have to prove I’m not a threat to him. Given that I have no wish to take over your business and I have my own hero problems to worry about there’s no reason for him to take issue with me.” Bruce still seemed uncertain but Cass signed something at him and he nodded.

“I suppose we’ll just have to wait and see.” While Bruce obviously doubted her, she felt nothing but confidence from her twin. As nervous as she was to meet the others, Damian trying to kill her wasn’t that big a problem. At least with him, she knew what to expect.

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Claiming Ones Own

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Chapter 3 - Mealtime Woes

Her daughter spoke! She was just selective who to. Cass could work with this; this was her ball game!! Excitement filled her veins as she carefully hugged the girl. After the bathing drama she didn’t want to traumatise her too much more. Her daughter could talk and chose to speak to her!! To her of all people. If Cass hadn't claimed her as her own already this would have sealed the deal.

The girl jabbed Cass breaking the hug up. She was still pouting but now also looking disgruntled. The hug, and touch, not having the same effect on her as it did Cass. The murmur of “Chocolate” came out her mouth again, still almost silent that you had to be keen to notice. Luckily this was Cass and with all her past, the subtleties would always be noticed. Her daughter would always been seen/heard and listened to in Cass’s world.

Cass nodded to the girl. She did say she could have chocolate for being good. “Chocolate yes, food too” signing along. She hoped that the signing would allow the girl an alternative way to communicate and pick it up. Maybe sign lessons would need to be added to her mental list.

1) bathe daughter

2) dress cuts and bruises

3) feed daughter

4) name daughter

5) put daughter to bed

6) get clothes for daughter

7) investigate daughters' markings

8) investigate sign language lessons (which language to be decided)

Cass held her hand out for her daughter to choose to take. The hand was critically looked at by the girl before giving Cass a sceptical look, but the girl eventually took the pre offered hand. Cass hummed in contentment; her daughter trusted her, well sort of, the trust was growing at least. She was trusted more than those who had or found her. A warm happy feeling flowed through her body.

Leading her to the kitchen Cass went about finding the girl some chocolate. Her daughter kept a sharp eye on Cass’s movements as she went about finding the promised chocolate. The girl's eyes growing wide and filled with emotion as she saw Cass (and Jason’s) chocolate stash and bar being given to her before she slotted a hesitant mask back into place. Again, the girl cautiously inspected the chocolate before devouring it quickly as if it would be taken from her. Cass slightly frowned, what had her poor baby gone through. She would protect her with everything she could now she was in her care.

Cass’s thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell. Her daughter jumped at the noise, eyes blown and scanning the area for threats and escape routes. Not long after came the noise of Jason swearing under his breath as he crashed out of his room to go take the food setting her daughter on edge more. Cass internally chuckled quietly to herself at her brothers loud blustering behaviour which contrasted completely with how stealthily he could really be but was concerned about how the loud noise set her daughter on edge. The girl had winced at the loud noise like it pained her.

Guiding the girl to the table, Jason came back into the room food in his hands. Dim sum, dumplings, noodles, veg and a soup were quickly decanted onto the table. Jason instantly poured a third of the soup into a smaller bowl and placed it in front of her daughter, evidently having decided that was best for her daughter, before loading his plate up with a bit of everything from the selection. Cass grinned at her found family as she brought drinks to the table and started to join Jason in grabbing food.

“So, what happened in the bathroom?! It’s the remains of a warzone Cass” Jason somehow asked between the mouthfuls he was shovelling in.

Cass frowned at Jason’s table manners. It is NOT good example for her daughter. Tapping the table Cass signed to Jason ‘ Manners!!! Alfred will not approve . He would be horrified. ’ “Manners” ‘ Bath time contained more steps than originally planned and anticipated. You will clean it up as I will be settling in MY daughter’ “Bath messy. You clean.” with a glare.

“ME clean!!! YOU made the fucking mess Cass!!! And I’m a guest here, where are your manners Cass hmmmmm. What would Alfred say about that” Jason blasted back before looking at ‘Cass’s daughter’. Speaking softer than he had been a minute ago “Hey Kiddo, as Cass here has decided she is now your mum that makes me your Uncle Jay. And as Uncle Jay I’m saying ya need to eat some of the soup. It will be good for you and your stomach. It’s safe. Promise”

Cass nodded along with Jason’s sentiments to her daughter. “Safe. Eat now” ‘You can eat it. It's safe. Won’t hurt you. It tastes nice.’

The girl shook her head and pushed the soup way. “Kiddo, it’s good for you. Ya need to eat” Jason tried again. They didn’t know when she has last eaten a proper meal and she could do with gaining some weight. The glare he received back was a good one. Not quite the Demon Spawns or Bats level but it was a good glare.

“Ya claimed a stubborn kid Cass. She’ll fit in perfectly with the rest of the crazies B has claimed as his. Found out her name yet?”

Shaking her head at Jason in response to his question, Cass returned her focus to her daughter. “Eat now. Food time”, the girl’s blue eyes bore into Cass’s before turning to look at Jason's. With slow deliberation, the girl picked up the spoon while her eye contact remained flitting between the pair as she moved her spoon held hand out into the room away from the table. Ensuring she still held their attention she dropped the spoon, sitting back with her arms folded, frown upon her face. Clearly not impressed with the soup/food provided.

That was not what Cass expected and strangely cat like. Surely the girl was hungry. She needed a new tactic. Forcing her to eat wouldn’t work and she already had a battle with the bathroom she didn't need or want another one. Jason would be clearing up that mess even if it meant disappointing Alfred. Though she may escape Alfred’s wrath as he now had a great grandchild; yes, that may win her favour. A quick tilt of her head brought Cass back to task how to get her girl to eat. Chocolate worked in getting her to trust her in the alley. It also worked with getting her clean even if she wasn’t happy with it. Should she use it again for getting her to eat a meal, though she could almost feel Alfred’s chagrin if she did that already.

“OUUUUUUUUCCCCHHHHHH” “Hisssssssssssssssssssssssss”

Jason's shout brought Cass out of her thoughts. Jason was cradling his hand with a look of surprise on his face. While her daughter was now standing holding a chopstick in her hand like a weapon. Quickly figuring out Jason took action to get the girl to eat without thinking and she attacked him back, Cass could only grin with amusement. The newest Cain-Wayne was not to be underestimated. Jason should have known better given he was just as bad when he joined the Wayne clan. They all were a little feral at the start and took time to adapt (did any of them ever actually stop being feral?). Her daughter though was clearly now looking distressed and like she would flee the apartment which caused Cass to leap into action to soothe her child. Recalling how Selina sometimes soothed Cass, Cass took to stroking her stubborn but brave girls' hair and humming. Selina would love her new granddaughter Cass was sure.

“She’s another gremlin! Fuck Cass, Demon Spawn is enough, we didn’t need another one! She has claws. Fuck, I didn’t know what she did with the chop stick but it bloody hurts!”

Cass deadpanned him and pointed “Mean!” before turning to her upset girl. “You chose food?” maybe choice would help.

The girl twisted and tilted her head in silent question. “You choose” ‘Your choice on what you eat’ responded Cass. Her girl suddenly skipped up and grabbed Cass’s hand and led to the kitchen to point at the cupboard which Cass had taken the chocolate out. Cass paused. With a reply “No chocolate, Din Sum or soup now” the girls eyes narrowed and pointed again. Cass let out a big sigh and shook her head. Another stalemate already! Oh Great Alfred’s! She would beat Bruce; she could do this; She would not cave.

Jason joined them in the kitchen just as the girl decided to change tactics. Instead of glaring, she looked up to Cass with her blue eyes wide, shimmering with unshed tears, lips wobbling before whispering “Chocolate”. Cass was at a loss, when angry and put out the girl looked cute and amusing, like an angry fluffed up kitten that needed soothing. This though shot to her heart. Could she resist these puppy dog eyes?

Jason caved first. Almost within seconds of the girl switching from hostility to sadness and launched her sad eyes if Cass was honest. “Hey, hey now kiddo, no tears now. Sorry for forcing you to eat soup. It’s ok ya know. You want chocolate, right?” pausing as the girl nodded. “Chocolate on its own isn’t a meal kiddo, but we can sort something out ya got me.” Jason picked Cass's daughter up to put on the counter before bustling around the kitchen opening and closing cupboards grabbing items as he went. “Fuck, you’re light kid, a right little pixie. I’ve got an idea you’ll like. You get your chocolate, but you will have to eat the rest of it, cos if you don’t, no more chocolate in the future, ya got me!”

Big eyes widened to stare at him, fear flickered through them at the mention of no more chocolate, but again she puts her mask back on quickly. Cass went and sat next to her girl on the counter, side hugging her close. The pair watched in curiosity at what Jason was doing. Cass trusted Jason to help her feed her daughter with something suitable based on his experience, though more chocolate was definitely going to get Alfred's disapproval, meh, she’ll blame Jason, she is bringing Alfred a great grandchild after all.

“You got a name Gremlin Two?” Jason stated as he worked his magic with the ingredients he had collected. The growl he got in the return caused him to chuckle “Ok not Gremlin 2. Pixie then? You’ve caused enough chaos for Cass this evening to be one, plus you’re light enough to fly away like fae do.”

It didn’t get a growl but the shaking over the girl's head Cass knew the girl didn’t like the name. Sadly, without the growl Cass knew Jason would forever rename her that.

“Done! Now let's get back to the table, I’m starved, and my food is getting cold” Jason announced leading the trio back out to the food.

They all resettled down, Cass and “’Pixie’” looked at what Jason had created. Chocolate spread covered apples, bread sticks and rice cakes were on the plate. Small chunks of cheese and some grapes were there too. Not huge amounts but enough to ward off hunger for at least what remained of the night and not cause nausea. Probably more than enough to keep hunger gone for a long while if it was anything like his time on the streets.

“’Pixie’” picked up an apple licked at the chocolate spread. The sounds of joy escaped her as she wiggled in her seat and started wiping the chocolate off to eat more avoiding the apple.

"Remember the deal Pixie, all of it or no more chocolate"

The girl pouted but put the apple in her mouth with a mock glare at Jason. Even eating the apple caused her to hum in apparent happiness.

Cass smiled at Jason. “Thank you” before tucking into the feast they had in front of them. It might not meet Alfred’s approval, but her daughter was eating, though how to get the girl to eat without chocolate may be a challenge. At least she is eating though. That's a future problem to worry about at a later point, main thing was she was eating and clean. Not a very Batman approved approach with all his planning, but this involved a child. Children didn’t follow the plans especially semi feral ones, so a more flexible approach made sense to Cass. Cass was sure Alfred would approve.

Now that they all were eating and with Jason repeatedly calling her daughter Pixie it brought up the name issue. It was next on her mental list of things to do.

1) bathe daughter

2) dress cuts and bruises

3) feed daughter (in progress)

4) name daughter

5) put daughter to bed

6) get clothes for daughter

7) investigate daughters' markings

8) investigate sign language lessons (which language to be decided)

Pixie would not do as a name. Her daughter though not hating it did not like the name, she held the name in distaste based on some of her micro behaviour but not wanting to upset due to the chocolate promise.

Knocking on the table to get the others attention ‘Do you have a name?’ “Your name?” Cass queried looking at her girl. “Yeah, Pixie, do you have another name that you go by?” Jason joined in asking. The girl paused in her eating of her chocolate-based meal and look at the pair. She held a thinking face as if pondering the question, weighing up the responses she could provide. After a few moments she shook her head. A quick look passed between the adults at the table, understanding that behaviour it was clear she did have a name but was unwilling to share it. Whether it was due to distrust of them, or dislike of the name was unclear.

“Do ya want us to give you a new name then Pixie?” Jason tentatively probed. "'Pixie'" pointed at Cass and nodded, she did not trust Jason’s naming skills. Jason huffed and rolled his eyes, “Over to you now Cass”

Cass hummed in response. Thinking back to what the other street kids called her, “Dolly” and “Marionette”. She didn’t come across as a puppet to Cass. Though she seemed to be inclined to follow adults' lead, her daughter held a fire within her, she seemed to gauge the threat around her and chose the best course of action for her survival. That to Cass screamed someone who wasn’t a puppet.

Dolly as a name could closely linked with so many rogues in Gotham so wouldn’t do. Marionette, hmmm, Marinette maybe, Marie... Cass quite liked that, close to what she had been before with the kids so would most likely to respond but not too close to bring up trauma.

‘Do you like Marie?’ “Marie?” she asked her daughter. A sharp contemplative look was her response. She let the girl read her knowing she was searching for something, an answer to an impossible question. Both Cass and Jason observed her trying to figure out what she was looking for unsuccessfully. When she had reached her conclusion, she pointed to herself and whispered “Marie”.

Notes: according to internet search Marie can mean: wished for child, rebellion, mistress/lady of the sea, sea of bitterness/sorrow, which kinda fits I think (except for the current aversion of water)

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A Writer’s Guide To Hurricanes, I Guess

I realized with a bit of chagrin that, while I’ve spent years bitching about how it drives me up the wall that nobody (in fandom or, in fact, mainstream media) has a goddamn clue how hurricanes work and yet insists on portraying them anyway...I’ve never actually tried to help by explaining what they’re actually like.

So, here’s a genuine, non-sarcastic, good-faith attempt by a Floridian to help you guys who might want to write this stuff at some point understand it, just a little.

So here we go, chronologically in terms of the storm’s progress.

The storm itself is the least of it.

This is the thing non-hurricane places don’t....get.

You can see a hurricane coming. You can watch it. You have, in fact, no choice. I need to reiterate this.

You have no choice but to sit there and watch a hurricane coming.

I’ve actually talked a lot in another post about what that feels like, and why hurricane parties are a thing. But try to imagine what that feels. Just...try. You have to sit there, for about a week, watching the wrath of God bear down on you.

You watch it come and you hope the path changes. You hope it veers off back into the Atlantic, of course, but you also--you hope it hits somewhere else. You know wherever it goes people will die and you hope it goes somewhere else. And you feel kinda bad about it; but you also don't because these are just facts, this is a fact of hurricanes, they will go somewhere and people will die in that place and all of us hope it goes Somewhere Else and if it does, we know that the people Somewhere Else are praying frantically that it gets back on course and hits us instead and we understand.

(And when it does change course, when it doesn’t hit you, you almost feel....cheated? Because you spent so much time and energy preparing and fearing and coming to terms and accepting and bracing and then it--doesn’t happen.

And the guilt of praying it would go Somewhere Else is nothing compared to being disgusted with yourself for actually feeling disappointed that you were spared the apocalypse this time.)

The wind is different.

If you listen to weather reports on hurricanes you’ve absolutely heard the phrasing “sustained winds of X miles per hour with gusts up to Y” without really thinking about what that means.

Now, of course everyone’s been in windy conditions. It’s hard to put a finger on exactly how the hurricane is....different, so I’m just going to describe what it’s like.

The wind always comes from one direction. There’s no being “knocked this way and that” or whatever; the wind comes from the direction the wind is coming from. Always.

(If you’re near where the center of the storm passes, this direction will slowly change as your position relative to the eye changes. But it changes over a matter of hours--like the angle of the sun.)

The wind is a constant, unrelenting force. There’s no....there’s no dips in the wind. It never lessens, it only spikes and then returns to baseline. In a normal windstorm, no, it’s not that the wind ever stops blowing, but...there’s an ebb and a flow. A hurricane is a wind tunnel in which every so often someone revs the engine and there’s a few seconds of higher wind, but it never drops below where it’s set.

(The wind will snake under plywood and storm shutters; it will rip them clean off, if you haven’t screwed them in properly. Screws, not nails. The wind makes deadly projectiles of anything not fastened down. Plywood and storm shutters can be broken, by anything travelling fast enough. It is standard procedure, if you have lawn furniture or anything else not secured that doesn’t float, to carefully lower that furniture into a pool--if you have one. It will stay untouched, and won’t be flung through your neighbors’ plywood.)

This is why hurricanes take down so many trees, why they do so much structural damage. Buildings in hurricane zones are built to withstand high wind, and most trees in these areas can survive high wind too or they wouldn’t have survived so long. But there’s only so much that nature and engineering can do about sustained high winds, without a moment’s rest, for hours, unending, no respite...

In landfall footage--ie, the stuff you see on the news--you likely see this effect in the palm trees-watch how instead of tossing, they’re just bent. It never lets up. In the instances where a bent tree violent bounces back before bending again, trust me--that’s not a letup in the wind speed. That’s the tree having been bent too far, and springing back from the sheer pressure on its internal structure. That’s the tree being stronger than the wind--for now

It’s mostly not like the TV reports.

There’s a reason I referred to “landfall footage” above. News broadcasts, for a lot of reasons, focus on the storm at its worst. The highest storm surge, the highest winds, the most brutal damage, occurs where the eye wall first crosses from being over water to being over land.

(Remember--by the time a storm “makes landfall,” everything for miles around has been experiencing the storm for hours already. “Landfall” is when the EYE of the storm first hits land, not when the storm “arrives”.)

But hurricanes are...vast. Look up satellite footage of hurricanes. Really look at it. Look at how much sheer area they cover.

Most places do not experience landfall-level disaster. That’s why, when people evacuate--well, when residents evacuate, the tourists and recent transplants tend to panic harder--you’re basically always evacuating to someplace that will still have vanished under that mass of swirling clouds. Evacuation sites are still inside the hurricane, but wind speed, storm surge, etc--everything drops dramatically even a few miles from the eye.

On a related note, the eye itself rapidly starts shedding power the moment it’s no longer over open water. Generally, the simple act of making landfall instantly drops a hurricane at least one category in severity. Hurricanes are eldritch gods; they rise from the sea and from the sea they take their power. Cut off from it, they starve.

Do not think for a moment that just because you’re “only” experiencing Cat 1 winds that this storm can’t kill your ass dead. Do not underestimate what the death throes of a dying god can do.

Storm surge isn’t high waves, and it isn’t rain.

Storm surge is the actual sea level rising. The entire ocean being dragged onto land by the power of the storm.

Particularly wet and slow hurricanes might--rarely--drop enough rain to cause flooding. However, that’s unusual; most places here can handle heavy rain. The rain isn’t the problem.

(Slow hurricanes are killers on another level. It’s everything I’ve already said about the unrelenting brutality of the wind, coupled with the fact that--as, again, the vast majority of the storm has been raging for hours by the time it “makes landfall”, and hurricanes draw power from the Eye being over the water--it now has hours upon hours of fully-fuelled destruction before it begins to weaken by being cut off from warm water. It doesn’t weaken, it just....keeps going. And the storm surge is present that entire time.)

I’m just gonna direct you to this NOAA diagram on how storm surge works.

The northeast quadrant is the strongest.

This isn’t a proper subheading it’s just something I rarely see people not from Florida acknowledge. 

No matter where the storm is coming from or what angle it hits at--the northeast quadrant is the killer. You do everything in your power to avoid being caught northeast of the storm.

In hurricane-prone areas, the threat is felt year-round.

All the major intersections? Our stoplights aren’t hung on wires from wooden poles--those blow down too easily. They’re bolted to thick metal pipes, “hurricane-proof”. Major roadways that are above floodlines are labelled as evacuation routes.

Things like that.

Hurricanes make their presence known long before the disaster begins.

You start to get “hurricane weather” days--days--before it hits. The sun is out, the weather is fine except for a...

Well, a constant, low-level breeze, with much less variation in angle and direction than usual, fewer gusts, but still primarily a natural breeze. And then you go outside and you look up at that cheerful blue sky and it’s already there.

They’re called cloud bands. You look up and the entire sky is just fluffy white clouds, racing at speed in one direction...

(The breeze, in those early few days, is light. Present, but light. The clouds are always, always racing as if before a gale. There’s a pervasive, eerie wrongness about this, looking up--the clouds moving much, much faster than the wind that should be driving them.)

A hurricane is not a thunderstorm.

This is the cardinal sin and the clearest, most common misconception. Hurricanes are not thunderstorms. In fact it’s actually very rare to have lightning or hear any thunder at all during a hurricane, compared to an average summer storm in hurricane-prone areas.

People often portray hurricanes as basically....the worst storm they can remember, but bigger, and badder, and worse. Hurricanes aren’t just big and intense, they’re....different. They’re something different.

Hurricanes are...quiet.

Except that they’re not.

You know when people talk about the wind howling? Think of the most intense storm you’ve ever sat through. Think about the sound of the wind.The way it whistles through leaves. Hold that experience in your head.

Now forget it. This is different.

Hurricanes don’t sound like that. Hurricanes are....

The sound a hurricane makes is a howl, yes. It makes palm fronds and grass steps and leaves whistle like a rapier scraped against a sheathe, yes. But you barely notice those shallow details, because the sound a hurricane makes is below that, stronger, more powerful.

Hurricanes moan.

Hurricanes are the entire world around you slowly and steadily fraying at the seams, and it moans, low and deep, agonized and hungry, and it never stops. Never. Not until it’s over.

Hurricanes are a world ending.

The storm passes, and the hurricane has only begun.

Do you think people stock up as heavily as they do, with generators and nonperishables and such, for--what, for a few hours of wind and rain, however alive?

No.

Because once the tempest is past, now you have to...exist.

You will not have power. If you were in a very, very lightly-affected area, you might have cell service. Most of your neighbors have evacuated. Many roads can’t be used because they’re washed out, or there are trees or power lines down across them.

It’s very common to lose water pressure. Common practice in hurricane-prone areas is to fill your bathtub with water before the storm--so that, when you lose water pressure, you can use a bucket to flush your toilet. Because those conditions, assuming you’re in an area that can be repaired and not rebuilt, can take weeks.

Weeks without running water, a flushable toilet. That gets grim fast. You brace for the storm. You prepare for what follows.

A hurricane is an eldritch abomination.

Hurricanes are alive.

Hurricanes are Old Gods.

Sitting through a hurricane is not like sitting through a bad storm or like sitting through a tornado, which is fast and unstoppable but then it’s over like it never existed save for the destruction left behind.

In order to get a clearer understanding of just how much the universe is vast, how much it does not, cannot, even notice you enough to want you dead because you are so small it would not comprehend you as possessing an existence if it tried--you would have to go to space.

And while the world moans around you and something out there, alive, growls at a frequency you can’t hear but you feel--you don’t cuddle for warmth during a hurricane. You just don’t.

You keep the generator running outside in the lee of the house where it won’t kill you all with gas fumes, connected via wires that snake around through a cracked door somewhere it won’t get blown open. You make sure it doesn’t run out of fuel, that it doesn’t get water blown into anything important. You use it to power a TV first--to keep the weather report on. You power lights second, if it’s a decent one. You can’t afford one powerful enough to run your refrigerator; you ate the ice cream before this started.

You play games. We’re human; it’s what we do. We play games in the face of our own helplessness. But while you play, you listen. You can’t not.

It’s always there. The world creaks on its hinges. You feel the edges threatening to dissolve. If you sit for a moment and are quiet, that ever-present moan is there, something ancient and powerful on a scale outside your comprehension. There is no cozy comfort of being bunkered down safe against the storm, not here.

There is no “safe” against this. You sit still and quiet and bear witness.

And when the sun rises in the aftermath, you’re surprised to find the world--even a wrecked and altered world--still exists. It shouldn’t. You were there when it ended.

And--and I cannot emphasize this enough--there’s no fucking thunder.

#hurricanes #uh #writing reference #I GUESS

[person-behind-books]

So i was reading this story and the comments inspired me to write this drabble. I really hope the Author ThatOnePlatypus is ok with it and maybe if I get inspired enough I’ll write more in that universe.

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Izuna wasn't mad. No had been a beautiful and peaceful, if not a bit boring day he was spending in the compound with his oldest his only brother. They had been talking about how Madara's falconry was going, Sasuke had gifted his brother the newest batch of hatchlings his Hawks Garuda had laid when Madara was suddenly gone. Izuna hadn't worried. Madara was strong and whoever had summoned him must have a good and really important reason to do so. After all, no Uchiha was summoned if not in the direst of circumstances, and even then sometimes not since some foolish mages thousands of years ago were at fault for the death of his three younger brothers and the whole Uchiha Clan brought wrath and wiped their entire bloodline out. Since then their summoning was a rare occurrence and no one of their clan had been summoned in the last centuries. So of course for then their strongest to have been summoned it had to have been extremely dire but seeing as only one of them was summoned and as many mortals seemed to underestimate them even knowing their strength Izuna saw no reason to worry. He just went on with his day, changed form into a weaker and smaller but faster one, and went for a nice run. His brother returned the next day with a contract mark on his throat and while he told the clan about what happened Izuna listened and wasn't mad. No Izuna wasn't mad. He was fucking furious. How dare a random low-level mage just bond to his brother. On the first summoning at that without a proper time and without first consulting the Uchiha Clan. Of course, it was allowed to bond and meet and try to get the Clan's approval after, and in case of failing the release of the bond, but it was extremely improper! So here Izuna now was in the mortal realm having followed the pull of Madara's Bond - that he and everyone in their Clan could feel and follow should they wish to do so. Just like with every other Bond after all they all were Bound in their own way - and stalking this lowly improper mortal. He was in his usual demon form but hid the demonic features as to not draw too much attention. Sure seeing demons in the mortal realm wasn't too much an oddity. That was a demon with a partner. However, one without one was at least a rarity. He had to admit the mortal Realm had changed since he last was in it. The trees and houses were different and the Humans had a lot of new inventions around. But that didn't matter to Izuna at that moment. No, what mattered to Izuna was the mortal he could feel Madaras's bond coming from. When Izuna finally got a good angle and without other mortals in the way he could see that the Mortal was a young one. Not a child but also not one those mortals thought of as adults. Laughable as is they could ever become wise enough to be counted as adults in their measly limited days. That wasn't however what drew Izunas eye from over the courtyard. What drew his eye was the collar he had already seen on Madara. However, where Madara's was the color of the deepest ocean the mortal's was a vinaceous hue. He had already heard from Madara that this human at least followed their tradition but seeing it with his own eyes was still a relief. At least this tradition was followed. What also seemed to be in favor of this match was that the mark was very intricate. Still just because the mortal had followed one of their tradition he had been extremely rude and uncordial with bonding so rash. Done with the observations of the human he started to observe the crowd and how they treated the mortal. Mostly he was ignored by everyone though a few shot glares his way. It didn't seem to bother him though as he just continued reading his book. When a human with a laughably weak cat demon that he supposed most humans would find impressive from just the looks of it as if those meant anything, stopped by his brother's bonded Izuna channeled a bit of his power into his ears with wasn't as powerful as his eyes in their weakest form he listened in on their conversation. "Oi failure! We weren't done with our conversation yesterday" The blonde scoffed. The Madara's Human just sighed before looking up from his book. "I was not aware there was something left open in our conversation. I'm pretty sure I made myself clear and you're a moron who's wasting my time." The Blonde seemed enraged by that and Izuna decided on if he should interfere. It would not do for his brother's human to be hurt. However, he hadn't decided yet on if the was worth the help if he needed it against such a weakling. "Don't speak to your better's that way you worthless being who can't even summon anything." That intrigues Izuna as clearly the human at least had to be a powerful summoner in order to summon Madara. Then again the Uchiha summoning was a blood summoning and those were rare and left their wielders unable to summon too weak beings and there was only the Uchiha left which were both strong enough for such a summon and required a blood-summon. For example, the Uzumaki also needed strong summoners but where the Uchiha required Blood the Uzumaki required complex seals which were for everyone in their clan unique and very complicated. His Brother's mage dismissed, "If that is all. I'd like to go back to my reading." When the blonde still didn't show signs of leaving his brother's mage sighed again before saying "Not that it's any of your Business but I summoned who seemed to be a minor fire demon yesterday by the name Madara." Izuna was enraged at hearing the first part of the sentence because how dare this human summon multiple demons as if his brother would not be the first option then the rest of the sentence sunk in and Izuna was enraged for a different reason. His brother a minor fire demon?! "Oh yeah then why haven't you registered him yet" He distantly heart the blonde sneer. He didn't focus on that however still stuck on the minor fire demon part. The logical part of his brain told him that the Uchiha Clan wasn't summoned for hundreds of years and yesterday had most probably been a accidental summoning if the lack of previous success of his brother's human made any sense. Which only left the logical conclusion that the Humans were foolish enough to have the Uchiha forgotten or at least banned from public knowledge. Just as he had that thought his brother's human answered the blonde, "That is because our contract still hat a variable that should I not fulfill will nullify it and break the bond." Good so the mage had not forgotten about the clan. I was slightly better even though still improper. Izuna made his choice. Maybe he thought maybe he would give this mage a chance to get his blessing. He at least seemed like he would be interesting. And there have been humans with weaker magic. With the Choice made he made his way over to the three where the blonde was just about to reply. "Hi my name is Izuna, what's yours?" He completely ignored the blonde's sputtering as he approached them the most friendly smile on his face he could muster. Which was very friendly thank you very much. After all, he could not call his judgment over someone whose name he didn't know.

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