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Micro-cat.

#new cat position achieved #level 2 #cats #personal

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PICK A CARD ⋆ 2024 Predictions!

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GROUP ONE

• reprieve from financial struggles. sudden positive turnaround or breakthrough in avenues you are, and have been, actively pursuing. modelling is significant, think also modelling clay. 

• ‘california love’ by 2pac + 2 of cups. finding your soulmate… in another person or in a passion. 

• doing things you wanted to do as a child or teen - wearing bolder colours or a specific style, getting a specific tattoo, starting a specific hobby, pursuing a specific career path. 

• ‘this year was a movie’. barely having time to catch your breath with how things are changing . acting/directing breakthrough for some.

• getting your first camera for some, first luxury bag for others.

• beachside apartment. 

• be careful of oversharing; of sharing plans, hopes, and dreams, before things are finalised. you may win the lottery this year, remember to protect your information as much as possible. be wise with your energy AND your money.

• start saving and investing. 

• ‘the truth fool: be honest’. be honest with yourself most of all this year. if you can’t be honest with yourself about your dreams, goals, desires,  regrets, and mistakes, who can you be honest with? 

GROUP TWO

• highs and lows in mental health. trial and error with finding treatment or meds that agree with you. finally getting a proper diagnosis and help around june/july. 

• finding out you’re cancer free or celebrating another year being cancer free. may be someone you’re close with, too. ringing the bell with a loved one. a clothing boutique, for some.

• adopting a stray ginger cat - especially if you don’t consider yourself a cat person. 

• working at or opening your own animal shelter. 

• ‘peach’ by the front bottoms. unrequited love. confessing to someone and being led on or being rejected; for some, realising the person you’re seeing is using you as a distraction or to get over the person they actually have feelings for. 

• letting go of limitation with the way you live your life. being more adventurous. going skydiving, scuba diving, sperlunking, or deciding to become a nomad and travel while volunteering. 

• this is your year of fateful connections, with things working out for you in unimaginable ways. you may meet a future business partner at a coffee shop or a high-paying client at the gym or at a hardware/crafts store. 

• ‘the empty fool’.  this is an oracle card of unlimited potential. the guidebook says: “the empty fool invites you into nothingness for a change. he carries no message and has no meaning. he’s simply here to remind you that your life is your own, and only you can create it.  but before you manifest the things you desire, you must let go of all previous things.” you can achieve so much this year - if you don’t stand in your own way. even when things seem difficult, do not give up. your persistence will sow your rewards. 

GROUP THREE

• suddenly coming into a large amount of money or into an abundance of opportunities - you have the choice to share this new wealth with others or to use it to found a brand new life for yourself. 

• ‘say something’ by a great big world & christina aguilera. entering your first romantic relationship, having to heal wounds about love and self-worth you thought you had already healed. experiencing your first breakup.

• leaving behind your family or people who rely on you. moving to another city or country. 

• nine of pentacles + the lovers. new job opportunities offering you the chance to have your own space and independence for the first time. new apartment.

• major theme of this year: choice. having to choose between yourself and your family; between yourself and your friends; between yourself and your lover. especially between your career/desired career and others.

• “do what feels right”. follow your heart.

• your intuition levelling up. seeing improvements in your finances thanks to a tarot, astrology, divination business or social media accounts. 

• ‘habit’ by sekai no owari. 

• learning to play an instrument. 

• ‘the fool’s tax: live and learn’. facing the consequences of making the wrong choices time and time again, of following the wrong path, of fighting against destiny. you may feel things are not working out in your favour this year, no matter how hard you try or how much faith you have. it may be time to change tactics or to change paths entirely. 

GROUP FOUR

• allowing yourself to be more free in all aspects of your life – especially sexually, for some. you may have had a bad breakup in the last year or two, which has made you generally hesitant to date again or enter another relationship, but this year sees you taking positive steps to turn your love life around.

• ‘get up 10’ by cardi b. standing on business. being able to look back at this year proudly, proud of yourself and what you experienced and achieved. 

• getting cosmetic surgery or transforming yourself with skincare, diet, and gym - being able to look at yourself in the mirror and liking what you see. 

• writing a love song or romance novel. going viral/blowing up/sales increasing because of social media word of mouth. think of what happened to ‘this is how you lose the time war.’

• spending time in nature. going camping and hiking, getting your dream job working in a game reserve, national park, or otherwise with the environment. 

• welcoming your second child, for some. having twins. teaching your child/children about your job; one of them telling you they want to follow in your footsteps and do what you do and, thus, taking steps to make sure this is possible. 

• saving for higher education. 

• making the best of difficult situations. giving a sick pet all the love and care you possibly can and making sure their last moments are peaceful ones.

• ‘the faith fool: have faith’. things are working out in your favour, even when they don’t feel like it. don’t forget that. 

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{Mornings}

How are mornings spent with them?

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↬|Atsushi|

• Oh he's so dramatic... (Even though he hugs you all night and rubs his head against you, or he might purrs like a big cat.)

• Because of the rules of the orphanage, he has a habit of waking up early in the morning, but the first thing he does when he sees you next to him is to blush and cover his mouth with his hands so that you don't hear him gasp.

• Then he puts his hand on his heart, because he feels that it beats very strongly and you might wake up from its sound!

• He stays in the same position for a long time and cannot even move.

• After he calms down, he finally finds the courage to sit up.

• He's still staring at you though, hoping you don't wake up.

• After shyly walking away from you, he quietly goes to the bathroom and then waters his favorite flowers.

• He tries to prepare breakfast and waits for a while for you to wake up and eat together.

• If you're still asleep, he'll probably have a hard time letting himself get close to you again.

• Then he tries to call you very shyly.

• He whispers your name very softly and after a while he touches your cheek with his finger.

• He greets you softly after you wake up.

• Of course, after you kiss his cheek, and say good morning to him, his heart starts beating fast again...

• One of his favorite things to do in the morning is to talk to you.

• He likes to ask you about what you dreamed and tell you that he slept very well because you were with him.

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↬|Akutagawa|

• Most likely, he only slept for a few hours last night and had constant nightmares.

• He's also an early riser... 'cause he can't sleep anyway...

• He barely opens his eyes, even though he still can't see clearly or think straight, sure enough the first thing he does is put his finger under your nose to make sure you're breathing.

• After his anxiety subsides, he takes a deep breath and tries to blink to see more clearly.

• He also covers his mouth with his hand to control his coughing and not wake you up suddenly.

• He may stare at the ceiling for a long time. After that, he looks at you.

• He doesn't want you to be bothered by his cold hands, so he just caresses your face very gently with his finger. He gently brushes your hair away from your face.

• He doesn't like much physical contact, so the fact that he's lying next to you on a same bed is a huge achievement for you to show off and be proud of...

• In the past, he would just lie in bed and wait for the sun to fully rise and the alarm clock to ring, so that he could wake up and go about his missions. But now... instead of just staring at the ceiling or reluctantly eating, he can look at you.

• Of course, before the alarm clock rings, he gets out of bed and goes to the kitchen to prepare your favorite tea or coffee. That's why you never see his sleeping face.

• Like I said, he doesn't like much physical contact, but if you hug him from behind and kiss his cheek and say good morning, he'll appreciate it.

• However, he complains to you and asks you to wash your hands and face and brush your teeth as soon as possible.

• Is your hair long? So combing and styling your hair is his new responsibility. He might be a little harsh, but boys who have younger sisters definitely know how to braid hair. so... just trust him and be patient and don't scream... please.

• He might also nag about how much shedding your long hair is. Of course, he won't be upset at all if he notices a strand of your hair on his coat during a dangerous mission, for sure he won't even remove it from his coat.

• Well, living with the hound of mafia is a bit tough, you can't expect him to take you to work or school/university.

• Sometimes you have to live without him for a week, and sometimes he has to leave the house very early in the morning before you wake up.

• Most of the time, though, you leave the house early, while he nags behind you and insists that you to be careful, don't forget anything, and be sure to call him after you reach your destination.

• and Weekends? Well, Rashomon throws you out of bed by pulling the blanket, then the hard day of cleaning begins, which begins with a double bath...

• (You're not supposed to do anything but wash yourself in the bathroom, yeah... In fact, you are there by his side so that his thoughts are at ease when he closes his eyes and washes his hair.)

• Then you can decide what movie to watch, or invite Gin to go to the amusement park together.

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↬|Dazai|

• There are several different ways for starting your morning with Dazai.

• One way is when he's mumbling and flirting with you in his sleep. He hugs you tightly and doesn't let you get out of bed.

• In the end, it makes you arrive late to work for the thousandth time in a week.

• The second way is that he wakes up earlier than you because of a nightmare, although he tries not to wake you up at all.

• He stares at you and strokes your hair.

• Of course, after making sure you've rested enough, he'll start teasing you.

• He tickles you and asks you to wake up because he is 'hungry' and wants you to make him breakfast.

• Finally, you have to throw the pillow in his face to shut him up.

• And the third way is that you wake up with his screams, you run around the house sleepily to find the source of the screams and finally...

• You find him getting himself into trouble again with a failed suicide attempt.

• Anyway, you wake up and have a long and busy day ahead of you.

• First you have to make breakfast for him so that he stops talking continuously.

• He may act like a child, but he really loves watching you. While you are wearing his shirt without pants and with a messy hair, you prepare breakfast for him.

• He likes to hug you from behind and rest his chin on your head.

• After breakfast, he will most likely asks to have a romantic double suicide with you, but when you reject him, he will lie back on the bed with a sad face and wait for you to take a shower...

• And most likely he will fall asleep again and you will have to try for a long time to wake him up.

• In any case, you will be late for work and hearing Kunikida's reminders will become a routine for you.

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↬|Chuuya|

• One of the usual routines is that he's been drunk all night and now in the morning he won't even wake up to the ear-splitting sound of the alarm, so you wake up the sleeping beauty with a kiss.

• What an honor you have received, he's drowned in his dreams and you can do whatever you like to him.

• However, when you're busy watching his face, he suddenly hugs you and you roll on the bed.

• And a long time for your cuddling-routine in the morning, enjoying each other's warmth and company for awhile before you jump into the day.

• after your cuddle time, you'll get out of bed for a shower and he would stay there...in bed...thinking about you untilI he falls back a sleep. When you come back, he's still laying in bed, so you jump on top of him to wake him up again...

• After you cuddle and kiss each other passionately (again), you talk a bit, have deep conversation about each other's days and what are the plan for today.

• To be honest, it's the greatest gift in the world for him. Having you by his side... Like you're the one and only person in this word he can trust with his heart, you make everything feel right for him.

• Let this wonderful man cook for you. Maybe at this moment, the eggs in the frying pan and Chuuya, who is standing shirtless and wearing an apron in front of the stove, are competing to be the hottest meal in the kitchen. (He's surely the winner)

• This man was born to be a great husband. I mean... a great husband will hug you and carry you to your desired destination as he walks through the roofs of buildings... right?

• Of course, you're not always the first to wake up. Sometimes he can also be an early riser.

• However, he can't be as romantic as usual.

• This time you'll see a little boy who plays with your hair, tickles you and repeatedly makes you sneeze by waving his hair in front of your nose. You may even feel a fly on your face in a dream and slap yourself.

• I must add that he is filming you with his camera. And those films are never going to be deleted.

• Sometimes when he goes on a mission and can't be with you at night, you should expect to find yourself overwhelmed by your favorite bouquets in the morning.

• While he's standing in front of your bed and looking at you with a big grin. (You miss me, don't you?)... you can read that in his eyes.

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↬|Tetchou|

• He's the type who wakes up early in the morning and wakes you up by force. I must say that if you're a sleep-lover (like me), waking up next to him will be the worst part of your life together.

• Although it's not like he treats you strictly, you are his lover, not a soldier...

• So he just grabs your shoulder and leads you to the bathroom. Without saying anything, he combs your hair and splashes cold water on your face.

• If you still resist waking up, he doesn't say anything, while your eyes are closed and you barely stand on your feet, he holds your chin with one hand and brushes your teeth with the other...

• I must say, this will be your daily routine! You can't escape this!... sorry

• Then you have to look at the strange foods he eats for breakfast.

• And you even go for a daily walk together, and if he feels that you are not physically active enough, you should also attend his *special* classes.

• Don't worry, he's trying to be nice to you.

• It's not that he wants to hurt you, he just wants you to be at your best.

• Surely he enjoys seeing you every moment, even though he doesn't talk much.

• He loves your sleepy face while you wait for him to brush your teeth. And even when you try to do difficult sport movements.

• But some days... for example, weekends... he also likes to stay in bed more. He will be surprised by this new habit... Anyway, it's not like you only have to be an influential person, he will also make changes in his life because of you...

• He is always the first one to wake up, and hugs you tightly. One of his favorite things is to hug you from behind and kiss the back of your neck while brushing your hair away.

• Another routine of yours is to spend several hours doing his hair. Surely this is his favorite time. When you put your hand in his hair...

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↬|Jouno|

• Well, he probably spent the whole night listening to your breathing and heartbeat. And he wakes up at 4 in the morning and starts his training.

• Unlike Tetchou, he doesn't want to wake you up (by force) at all.

• Instead, he does his own things... He will to take a shower and prepare breakfast by making the least noise.

• He'll wait for you to wake up, but don't think you're allowed to sleep until the noon...

• He may not talk to you much about the details of his work, but in general he likes to spend his morning talking with you.

• As you rub your sleepy eyes and sit behind the breakfast table, nagging about having to go to a class you don't like today; He just slowly pours you tea and shakes his head.

• Then he sits behind the table and asks you to read the newspaper for him, or turn on the TV and listen to the latest news.

• Usually the mornings are very calm with him, because he's not a noisy person and he doesn't like to spend his morning listening to a lot of noises.

• (He listens enough at night to all kinds of sounds you make.)

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↬|Fyodor|

• God never sleeps.

• So sorry for you, it's impossible to see his sleeping face.

• However, the main reason for all his strange behavior is because he doesn't care much about his health.

• You sleep in bed alone and wake up alone most of the time.

• You have to work on his habits for some time to improve them.

• For example, force him to eat or sleep on time and rest.

• After a while, he will slowly crawl into bed next to you in the middle of the night and in the morning you will find him next to you.

• He has a cold body, so in the morning when he hugs you, you wake up because of the cold.

• And of course he is awake and staring directly into your eyes.

• It's not that he's cold and serious all the time, he's definitely trying to be a little nicer to you. So you can expect a kind kiss on your forehead.

• He'll hug you tightly and not want to get out of bed. He likes the warmth of your body.

• He certainly can't eat a lot of food, so the best thing is to prepare this simple breakfast for him with a glass of hot coffee and some cookies and enjoy it together.

• I also don't think he enjoys morning baths. His body is still cold and tired and he doesn't want to take off his clothes.

• Maybe he will even ask you to forget about your work and sit on his lap and hug him for a long time.

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↬|Nikolai|

• I really can't imagine him lying on the bed let alone sleeping...

• Anyway, he is one of the characters that you are never going to see his face in sleep.

• He likes watching the sunrise. And you know what he likes more than that? staring at your face...

• One of his daily goals is to be the first thing you see when you wake up.

• He looks at you with a very, very big smile and prepares to say good morning to you and tell you how beautiful you are even with that messy hair.

• He likes a lot of physical contact, so you have to force him out of the bathroom to get some privacy.

• Breakfast?... Well, one thought I don't like is that he finds something to eat from his coat.

• So if you don't like this idea either, you have to start cooking something for yourself.

• I feel like if he goes to the kitchen, you will go to the hospital.

• I'm not sure, but I feel like he hasn't brush his hair in a long time, so combing his hair is a good idea. He may try to change the subject at first, but you can easily satisfy him to sit and let you brush his hair.

• Once he feels your fingers in his hair, you become his personal hairdresser and you have to comb and braid his hair every morning.

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↬|Sigma|

• He usually likes to be the small spoon. While he rubs his head on your neck and chest and expects you to caress his head.

• Surely, when you open your eyes, the first thing you see is his smile, even if he is sleepy, he has a smile on his face.

• He's very fond of physical contact and unlike our shy tiger boy, he's an honest cat who's very serious about what he wants from you.

• For example, he wants you to hug him tighter and kiss his face or stay longer in bed together.

• You eventually have to get out of bed though, because he shouldn't be late running his beloved casino. So while you tidy up and brush your teeth, he tries to prepare a breakfast.

• Maybe he didn't care about his own food before, but now he has to worry about meals because of you.

• While eating breakfast, he explains the list of things that you have to do and asks you for your opinion about the things that he likes to do.

• He will certainly spend some of his time to choosing your clothes; This is one of his favorite things to do for you.

• And until you go about your business, he keeps coming towards you and asking you to kiss him.

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#𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎–[🍓] #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs fluff #bungo stray dogs headcanons #bsd fluff #bsd hcs #bsd x reader #bsd dazai x reader #bsd chuuya x reader #bsd atsushi x reader #bsd akutagawa #akutagawa ryunosuke x reader #tetchou x reader #bsd jouno #fyodor dostoevsky x reader #nikolai gogol x reader #bsd sigma x reader #jouno x reader

[scarlet-ancunin]

Batstarian Zoomies

A/n: I saw this and immediately wanted to make a little Headcanon of Batstarion sipping Tav's surgery drink. Hope you like it.

Thank you @carooosa *gives you a cookie-shaped Bat*

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Tav Decided since it was their day off it will be nice to just relax and try that new drink Karlach told them to try.

Tav has a bit of a sweet tooth and because their friends know this they made it their mission to find a drink that would satisfy Tav's addiction to sweets.

Did we mention Tav lived with their beloved Pale Elf? Who just so happens to achieve the ability to turn into a bat.

It was a surprise to them both when Astarion stumbled upon a book that showed the hidden abilities a Vampire Spawn can have and he was excited to try them.

Tav Supported Astarion as he studied shape-shifting into a Bat and once accomplished Tav made it their business to remind Astarion how adorable they looked as a white ball of fluff with wings.

Today was no different Astarion was flying about in his bat form when he suddenly landed on the table and noticed the drink.

Now while he was a bat he still has the curiosities of a cat and crawls over (cutely) towards the drink.

Normally he wouldn't try anything Tav drank because it was either too bloody sweet or tasted bland but right now he was thirsty which can happen at times to a perfect creature such as himself.

"Hmm... well what's the harm?" He said to himself though anyone with an animal-speaking potion would only hear a couple of consistent squeaks.

Astarion leans in his tiny red eye scaning the contents before giving a quick sniff with his leaf-like nose before lapping away.

By the time Tav returns from finding the perfect book to read he hears flapping and not the somewhat calm kind it is erratic and swift.

When they look up they just see a fast white fluff past their eyes quickly going into the next room along with loud rapid squeaks from Astarion.

Tav called out to his little love and ran after him but not before taking a sip of their drink not noticing half of it was gone

Needless to say it took a while for Tav to catch Astarion, who was squeaking happily and zooming back and forth around their house.

"ASTARION! Be care-" Tav winced because the moment they called out to him it was the moment Astarion felt his zoomies running out and he crashed face-first into the table in their recreational room.

In his defense, he had a sugar crash.

Tav tried not to laugh at how tired and annoyed their tiny love looked, but they were positive Astarion was not saying nice words at the moment. with or with an animal-speaking potion to understand him

"Don't blame me for trying my drink.... alright don't give me that look I'll make it up to you I promise"

With a gentle touch, Tav picks Astarion up and places them on their chest while they sit down reading their book and sipping their drink.

Batstarian remained asleep on their chest making tiny content noises ever so often.

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A/n: I had to stop because more ideas kept coming but I really loved doing this Batstarion is just too cute and needs to be protected.

Hope you liked it darlings. Request for astarion is open

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[crooked-wasteland]

The rapresentation of abusers in helluva boss is something that particularly frustrates me, Stella in particular, it seems to be done just to victimaze certain characters not to show the complex dynamics of those relationships. It seems to me the writers aren't mature enough to handle these topics properly.

Abuse: The Heart of Vivienne Medrano

Christmas 1962, a man renowned the western world over for his revolutionary approach to animation sat in a withering melancholy as he watched what could only be called a cinematic masterpiece based on a novel classic. Walt Disney, now in the twilight years of his life, saw the walls closing in and his legacy coming to a close. This man, who pioneered the animated feature film, saw his greatest accomplishment as his greatest obstacle. The man responsible for the tales brought to life of Cinderella, Snow White, Pinocchio, and Dumbo felt trapped in his achievement. “I wish,” Walt lamented, “I could make a picture like that.”

To Kill a Mockingbird was a piece that challenged its audience. The discussion of a white man defending a black man in southern America, decades before the civil rights movement. The movement that, at the time the movie hit cinemas, was in its infancy. Released during the height of the historically revisionist counter movement taking place to combat the rising push of African Americans towards their human rights. The last film Walt Disney ever saw the production of before his death in 1966 was The Jungle Book, a movie that was the epitome of “Safe” and a message that upheld the status quo of segregation.

It wasn’t until 1972 that the media of animation became raucously adult with those political and challenging concepts Disney felt were unattainable. Fritz the Cat was an X-rated animated film composed of vignettes that were unapologetically perverse, violent, and aggressively political. Critical of politicians and the police with a sympathetic if exploitative lens towards the LGBT and racial minority communities Brooklyn-based director Ralph Bakshi grew up around. Bakshi proved that animation was not strictly a child-friendly media and that adult animation could be financially and critically successful.

(For more on Ralph Bakshi's career and animation history)

If one has ever had the opportunity to listen to a Brad Bird (director of Ratatouille and The Incredibles) interview, it is clear to see that the success of Bakshi was generally quite limited. That animation is considered a genre and not a medium of art has resulted in animated films being knee-capped in the box office. There is far more potential to animation, highlighted by Howard Ashton in his collaboration with Disney studios during the Renaissance. Responsible for resurrecting the feature-length animated movie through The Little Mermaid and credited for the monumental success of Best Picture Award winner Beauty and the Beast, Ashton once said that the potential animation was ideal for musical theatre. The limitless possibilities given the medium gave the possibility of introducing Broadway to the common folk who didn’t live in New York and otherwise couldn’t afford the theater. He was quoted saying that live action musical films were “an exercise in stupidity,” highlighting the freedom that comes with a blank page.

However, the success of animation, and media in general, comes down to the message the media wishes to send. The reason the Disney Renaissance films have enjoyed their position as cornerstones of pop culture and creativity was because it did introduce the artform of musical theater into homes and made them readily accessible to everyone with an even heightened sense of fantasy that revitalized Walt’s ethos of making films for the child in everyone.

With Bakshi, it was the loud and violently political message of a revolution taking place. This continues in adult animation with the Simpsons, a series critical of hyper-capitalist America and the fallout of Reagan’s economic disaster that the effects of which are still being felt today and a satire of toxic masculinity and abusive family dynamics.

So, ultimately, the value of a piece of media is a cross between its social artistic influence and the message the creators are intending to make. While Medrano’s influence on the field of indie animation is often mischaracterized as a “pioneer”, the fact is that indie animation and pilots have existed and been funded before Spindlehorse existed. It is simply that Medrano has had the spotlight handed to her for the myth surrounding the production and subsequent success of his indie projects. Artistically, her influence can be summarized as a double-edged sword. For some, she is the motivation for inspiring artists to connect with the community to one day, hopefully, create their own work. On the other hand, she is the cautionary tale of why investing in an indie project is a financial risk for an audience member and a risk to the community as a whole that poses a real danger of making the indie sphere financially cannibalistic, as her public persona is off-putting to “normies” and her show is simply not good.

Much like Disney, the man in 1962, and Disney the company circa 2023, the revolution of animating "because you can" loses its luster very quickly. Without something profound to say, an entire company, regardless of its social influence, can fade into irrelevance despite still being "successful". The story of Disney is a cautionary tale for Indie animation as a whole and Spindlehorse in specific.

And that is the other axis on this chart. Her narrative lacks a message worth telling, and that’s very much due to her not having anything worthwhile to say.

“I really liked when things and shows and stories allow the characters to be flawed, and allow them to grow and to change. And I think that’s something that’s, you know, the world is not black and white. And I like things that explore the gray and that and the complexity, of life and mistakes and of things like that.” - Vivienne Medrano

It is not for want of mockery that I carefully transcribe Medrano’s words in her interview. To read the words aloud tells the story just as clearly as I have set out to do here. This is someone who is highly inspired by better media, who has ideas and a belief that she has something to say. But that is where the belief ends. There is no conclusion to that thought any more than there is one in the unfocused and run-on sentences she rambles along throughout the interview. She talks of “Things” without clarity, because she herself is a fundamentally incurious individual who has never once spent the time critically analyzing herself, let alone the work of others to better grasp what about it resonated with her. She merely consumes art insatiably and without any substance. Like a diet of fruit, it has a superficial veneer of positive value. Fruit would be considered healthy as it is “natural”. However, it is the nutritional equivalent of candy, lacking vital components that are necessary to sustain basic life, it is pure sugar. Her work, similarly, lacks any value of depth that would qualify as meaning.

Which comes back to what the message is in her work.

When it comes to others in the field of indie animation, Medrano does not have many friends. In response to the Lackadaisy situation, creator Tracy explained why she returned Medrano’s donation. For one, the donation was not Medrano’s money, but money she crowd sourced from her employees. While the $5k for the producer spot of the fundraiser would have not been a dent in her personal wallet, Medrano is so uninterested in supporting fellow creators while presenting an impression of camaraderie that she instead took money from the people she is in charge of the paychecks for to get her name in the credits of another creator’s work. In regards to why Medrano was declined her support, it was due to numerous individuals who had such an awful experience working for Medrano that they did not want her involvement associated with the project to any extent. When the money was returned, she made the situation extremely public and encouraged harassment by liking tweets attacking Tracy and the Iron Circus team.

A well-known member of Medrano’s crew, Hunter B, was leaked speaking crassly of other animation projects that were still in the process of production, met with support from other members in the discord. One of these creators being Ashley Nicoles from Far-Fetched. A former friend and creative partner on the Hazbin Pilot whose podcast streams featuring Edward Bosco and Michael Kovach single-handedly maintained interest in the show until the winter of 2021, free of charge. Ashley once spoke of how Medrano would speak disparagingly of an employee to her, saying that this individual was “Too unstable to work with”. Which, regardless of whether or not that is Medrano’s honest opinion, counts as defamation by an employer. It is the exact reason why most previous employers will not give a negative, detailed review of a former employee, maintaining instead to verify facts of the employment. If Erin Frost was more experienced and less involved in social media exposed culture, they could have easily sued Medrano and Spindlehorse for damaging their reputation in their field of employment.

Which circles back to Medrano’s self-assigned message of her show:

“Abusers rely on your silence. They rely on knowing you can’t retaliate without consequence. That they can tell any lies and vague around without getting called out. But we see you, and you don’t have the power you think you do anymore. A message I put into my work. “Fuck you!” - Vivienne Medrano

Medrano, who has vague and sub tweeted individuals like Lackadaisy Tracy, The Diregentlemen, Michael Kovach, and Ashley Nicoles. Medrano who has instigated and incited harassment campaigns knowing that no one can call her out without severe and relentless backlash from her cultish fanbase that she personally encourages through positive reinforcement of liking the tweets of fans. Medrano who relies on the silence of other creators in the field due to the fear of her ire collapsing their projects before they even have a chance to begin.

Vivienne Medrano with an extensive abusive history that continues to this day, has something to say about abuse.

What Medrano has to say about abuse comes from someone who has the position of superiority in all of her relationships, but feels like she’s the outcast and bullied loser. Her self insert that is repeatedly expressed in every character at one point or another is how easily they abuse those around them just because they can, but that the narrative justifies their “acting out” because they are sad. According to the National Coalition Against Domestic Violence, “An abuser externalizes the causes of their behavior. They blame their violence on circumstances.”

Indeed, the lists of abusive characteristics and traits, according to the National Coalition Against Domestic Violence, overwhelmingly encompasses the characteristics shown by characters like Loona, Blitz and Stolas that Medrano repeatedly has attempted to rationalize, justify and minimize. Which, “An abuser often denies the existence or minimizes the seriousness of the violence [including emotional and mental abuse] and its effect on the victim and other family members.”

It is not surprising, then, that the conversation of abuse in Helluva Boss is often infuriating. The narrative underplays the harm done by characters we are supposed to see as “good”. Not allowing for them to grow or change, but ignoring and minimizing the behavior, justifying it through circumstances and perpetuating the false belief that victims are not, themselves, abusers.

One of the first blog post rants I ever made about mental health and abuse was the affirmation that not all victims of abuse are survivors. I wholly stand by that. Victims of abuse perpetuate abuse. A victim and an abuser are one in the same, whereas a survivor is someone who has actually done the difficult work of being self-critical. And the one thing we all are very aware of is how much Vivienne Medrano rejects criticism.

#helluva boss critical #helluva boss criticism #helluva boss critique #vivienne medrano #vivziepop #vivziepop critical #spindlehorse critical #spindlehorse criticism #vivziepop criticism #helluva boss #perpetuating abuse #narcissistic abuse #abuse breeds abuse #essay writing

[velvet-vox]

"Doll had no character arc"

"Her death was meaningless"

"We know nothing about her"

That is false.

This is a response to a post of user @rad10active-ketchup regarding (spoiler) Doll's death in the new episode of Murder drones, in particular to these replies:

These points are most likely rooted in the belief that Doll's death was handled poorly from a writing standpoint, and while I consider it a fair interpretation to have given that writing something to be intentionally disappointing will always feel unpleasant to a consumer, I believe that the reasons found to justify said feeling in the replies are disingenuous and flat out wrong, and I am going to debunk each and every single one of them independently.

Starting off with:

The character development

Doll has for the most part a flat character arc in all the scenes that she appears in, but that doesn't mean that she had no development at any point; first of all, there's most obviously her villain arc, caused by the death of her parents, the solver, the loneliness and lack of mentor figures and general mental illness, during the prom scene, she has reached peak villainy in the series, only saving Lizzie's life because she has mentally assessed the people to care about and the others and even when shot in the head she doubles down on her tendencies and keeps being a menace, but that's where she discovers that Uzi also has the solver and for the first time in ever she has someone who shares her pain but is on the "enemy" side. This starts a continuous chain of doubt in her mind that she overcomes only at the end of episode 6 when she completes her negative character arc by sacrificing Uzi for the cure in the raptor trap, spelling out her doom in the next episode where in her last moments she does her first and only step of a positive character arc by inciting her to fight back the solver with all her forces. Doll is given many chances to switch to the other side and stop being a villain, but she refuses every single one and her reality check only comes on her death bed when it's already too late.

The impact of her death

First of all Rebecca "died" in front of 4 other people while Doll dies only in front of Uzi, who outside of her genuine shock later swears to fake Tessa that it wasn't her doing but someone else, all while pretty terrified herself. Nori and N also come there, but they are too busy with everything else going on to notice, also, neither of them ever cared about Doll. And Cyn... come on.

What do we know about her

First of all, she is quite literally "Uzi if things got even worse" most of her traits are darker reflections of Uzi or an improved version of Uzi's skills, including her aura of mystery, there to be the cool factor that Uzi tries so hard to achieve but fails. She also has the same goal as Uzi, but without the hero complex part whose substitute by her belief of being the chosen one by the solver and fated to bring about the end of the world. She's sadistic, delusional, traumatized, stubborn, russian and a pathetic wet cat of a person whose inability to change denied her the answers that she so desperately craved.

#murder drones doll #murder drones ep 7 #murder drones spoilers #murder drones n #murder drones rebecca #murder drones uzi #murder drones cyn #murder drones tessa #murder drones nori #murder drones lizzy #murder drones #murder drones analysis

[bonefall]

Windstar's kits in BB are Dust Muzzle and Morning Whisker. With the former being renamed Dustiest Muzzle to fit naming conventions. But whats Morning Whisker's new name? Esp since you said that they will probably be the leader after Windstar passes and theres already Morningstar of ThunderClan (my beloved).

TO RECAP FOR THOSE COMING IN;

There's three groups in BB!DOTC now; Park Cats, Mountain Cats, and Forest Cats. Forest cats are the oldest cultural group and have lived around the White Hart for decades. Park cats arrived a few generations ago following their king away from the destruction of their home down south. Mountain cats recently followed Gray Wing the Wise down from the north at the beck of prophecy.

Forest cats are given a simple, natural name, and then their talent earns them a suffix from a small pool of traditional meanings. Bee, a strong fighter, might earn -sting, -slash, or -stone.

Mountain cats inherit the last names of their parents, and are usually given first names that work with them. Tempest Sky and Quiet Wing's children are Gray Wing and Clear Sky. Quiet Wing then had another litter with Stone Peak, and they were named Fluttering Wing and Jagged Peak.

Park cats are born nameless. They're given simple descriptions about their physical traits, traditionally until they're given a mentor. They spend their adolescence as (Mentor)'s Paw, until they make an achievement that is worthy of their leader giving them a title of three words or less.

Normally the leader is the King, but the Wind Coalition broke off from the River Kingdom many years ago. The Wind Runner sees herself as being much better than a King, HER kingdom is self-made, battle-tested, unprotected by the powerful river or the secretive forest.

Moth Flight isn't her child anymore, but I do know I want The Wind Runner to keep three total. At birth, the kittens were "named" Littlest One, Middle One, and Biggest One.

(It's tradition that the first real name of a Park cat is their apprentice name, but Windy is BURSTING with hubrice and LOVES breaking traditions. So it's possible the three of them did something different.)

SO currently I'm thinking their new names are;

Emberkit: Littlest One -> Embers Under Rain

Morning Whisker: Middle One -> Prayers at Dawn

Dustiest Muzzle: Biggest One -> Dustiest Muzzle

Embers might still die rather young, but at the very least she gets to apprenticeship. I'm not entirely sure on what I'm doing with her yet. If her name is a title, she managed to light a fire during a rainstorm (probably using flint)

Dustiest Muzzle gets his title from being an early tunneler and both bold and curious enough to stick his nose in every burrow. It actually reads as kind of unearned though, you could put it in English as "works harder than everyone else" which he probably just got because he's the son of The Wind Runner.

(Not that he isn't hardworking, just that Windstar doesn't even pretend she isn't biased.)

And Prayers at Dawn is interesting, because praying to future Clan cats looks like tilting your head upwards, and feeling the wind stir your whiskers. In Ancient Parkmew, her name meant something more like "Rousing Whiskers at Sunrise." I like the idea that she's quite religious for some reason, possibly also a friend of Moth Flight when it comes time.

The Parkmew word for "whiskering" eventually becomes the Clanmew word for the physical position of making prayers.

So Prayerstar would be a perfectly good name to avoid the conflict of Morningstar down the line later, BUT I'm also tempted to make the name MOURNINGstar and maybe have her take Mourning Whiskers as a title during her life.

Maybe even as a self-given title of great sorrow. I could have her become very close to Moth Flight and make her heart break when Moth and her children agree to split themselves up across the five Clans in Moth Flight's Vow.

Hmmm... perhaps Windstar's last life withered away pretty slowly, and Mourning Whisker knew she was going to inherit the Wind Coalition on the brink of war with SkyClan already attacking. Moth and her kits knew that WindCo would defend them all with their lives, and that's exactly why they knew they couldn't stay.

#better bones au #BB!DOTC #Moth Flight's Vow #I need to make a new fragments thing for BB!MFV since a lot more stuff is in it now #But overall BB!DOTC is the part of bb I need to organize the most #And I have Bad At Organizing disorder

[gendrie]

the main female character arya admires in the books is nymeria of ny sar. the first time she is mentioned is in arya's thoughts and it directly refers to how she "led her people". she was a leader before anything else. when valryia approached her city nymeria began a long, dangerous journey to safety. it was challenging but she stayed the course. when she arrived in westeros mors martell fell in love with her bc of her strength of character. she became the princess of dorne and lady of sunspear. she burned her ships so that none could turn back. she commanded armies, united dorne, and sent kings to the wall in chains. she put down rebellions and fought off invasions. nymeria ruled dorne for nearly 3 decades and continued to do so long after mors died - in her own right. she married two more times and had several children. she was "strong willed and indomitable".

nymeria is hardly a figure who represents indifference towards politics or prioritizing personal freedom over duty. things arya is frequently accused of representing herself. nymeria bore more responsibility than just about any other female character in the entire asoiaf historical canon. she didn't just bend to westeros' ideals either. when she married mors they combined their sigils and names; joining the sun and the spear. her eldest daughter ruled after her as was the custom of the rhoynar. she fought to secure her position and changed the culture. as arianne puts it: "she burned as bright as any man"

that is why she is arya's role model

she named her direwolf, the extension of her soul, after nymeria for a reason. arya takes nymeria as one of her own alias in harrenhal. she uses it again while creating her backstory as cat of the canals. this is not a meaningless connection. nymeria's story has been relevant to arya's from the very beginning. arya is forced to endure a difficult journey just like her hero. arya values her people and assumes responsibility for them bc "the pack survives". arya is willful and determined. even her wolf reflects her namesake as she has united all the wolves of the riverlands into a gigantic pack.

too often arya is interpreted as a character who wants to be free of responsibility above all else. she does not. both nymerias are proof of that. neither is a lone wolf. arya doesnt want to conform to the bogus ideal of being ladylike, but that doesnt mean she is an outlier who needs to be removed from the equation. nymeria of ny sar wasn't. arya can achieve an equal standing to the men in her realm. she can forge a new path for women in the north like nymeria did in dorne. at least she can try. but only if she stays and fights for it.

#you're going to look at me and you're going to tell me im wrong??????????? #asoiaf nonsense

[chaos-bites]

☀️ Subtle Baldr Worship 🌱

@broomsick helped a lot with this list!!!

Drink herbal tea or tea that you like; raise a glass to him!

Take an herbal or relaxing bath/shower

Grow your own herbs or produce

Collect flowers; press flowers; decorate with flowers; make a flower crown

Have a candle that reminds you of him (no altar needed)

Keep a picture of him in your wallet

Wear jewelry that reminds you of him

Have a stuffed animal of animals that you associate with summer; keep childhood stuffed animals or ones that comfort you

Have symbols of sunrises, sunsets, summer, flowers, citrusy fruits, or anything you consider beautiful around

Decorate using fairy lights or lanterns

Practice writing if you'd like (poetry, stories, etc.); read your old writing, and celebrate any improvements you notice!

Sketch or draw - any sort of creative expression

Practice forgiveness and compassion, especially towards yourself

Set time aside to relax and decompress

Take a walk/hike in nature/a forest, especially on a sunny day

Meditate or sit in the sunlight

Fall asleep/meditate to the sound of birds or ambient forest sounds

Eat fruit, especially citrus fruits

Nurture and express your wonder towards the world around you; let yourself view the world from the perspective of a child; find the beauty in every day things

Practice emotional regulation as well as feeling your feelings

Find healthy emotional outlets; drawing, boxing, dancing, singing, etc.

Cloud-watching and star-gazing

Camp in the forest; sit in nature for awhile

Listen to music that calms or comforts you

Spend time with loved ones or pets

Support humanitarian or environmental preservation organizations

Cook yourself a delicious meal

Cook a warm meal for someone in need

Donate clothes, food, blankets, hygiene kits, etc. to homeless shelters

Take care of yourself physically and emotionally

Exercise; get some movement throughout your day, even just stretching

Play with your pets

Engage with childhood media/activities

Keep a self-care/self-love journal

Keep a personal diary filled with both positives and negatives; sketch in it, add stickers to it, make it your own!

Make a list of things you enjoyed and things you disliked about the day at the end of it

Make your space comfortable for you; make it your own!

Hang your accomplishments, drawings/paintings, or creations on your walls

Celebrate your achievements, even the little ones

Dance to music you enjoy, especially if it makes you feel lively

Light a bonfire for him; sit alone or gather around it with loved ones

Make s'mores or similar treats on a summer night

Tell stories around a fire

Try new things; take risks, and go outside of your comfort zone; be spontaneous

Visit an amusement park, local fair, or local festivals; engage with celebration and fun!

Learn about the local flora and fauna

Learn about herbs and their different properties/usages, especially in a Norse/Viking context; try to use them in those ways

Clean trash in your neighborhood or environment; recycle if you can

Feed neighborhood birds, cats, dogs, etc.

Practice mindfulness; try meditation if you can

Try bird-watching or wildlife watching

Practice open-mindedness; try to comprise with others; agree to disagree

Honor your ancestors or passed loved ones; learn about your family history

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I may add more later on! For now, this is my list of discreet ways to worship Baldr. I got a lot of help from @broomsick who is extremely knowledgeable on Baldr and other Norse gods. I recommend checking them out if you have any questions! Thank you, and I hope this post helps! 🧡

Link to Subtle Worship Master list

#norse paganism #norse pagan #norse deities #paganblr #deity worship #pagan tips #baldr deity #baldr Worship #baldr #baldur #norse heathen

[notbadforafailedvessel]

Alcina/Neko!Reader - Part II

Part I

Now that I think about, I could have cut this part in three... because this ended up being incredibly long! But whatever, enjoy it all at once, hehe.

Your presence in Castle Dimitrescu became quite the adventure.

Alcina soon discovers that as long as she was with you, you walked as a human, but if you were wandering on your own (which she clarified you were free to do because it wouldn't be fair to keep you around with nothing to do while she worked), you preferred to turn your hands and feet into paws to move as an animal since in that way, you were nimbler. And since you still weren't familiarized with the place, it was handier.

The first challenge you encounter is with Alcina's daughters.

They aren't happy with having to share their mother's attention with you and they made it fairly obvious.

Alcina never told them you were out of limits, wanting to test your abilities.

To you, she simply said that you do whatever you need to do to protect yourself. Knowing that if you managed to reach any of them or vice versa, you wouldn't cause any real damage beyond their pride.

The girls would never admit it, but they were impressed by your agility and deep down, they enjoyed and had fun with your chases.

Their worst mischief ocurrs when they lure you towards the cellar in their fly form, where they locked you into the darkness, which wasn't really a problem to you since you could see in it, making you aware that the place is filled with monsters like the one that attacked you on your arrival.

Completely ignorant to how important that room was to the lady of the castle, you jumped from barrel to barrel carelessly, kicking many of them towards the floor as you dodged the monsters to take a proper position to attack them, only noticing the spilled liquid that came from them when you slipped in a puddle but it doesn't stops you from recovering quickly to continue with the battle.

Alcina, during a break from work, tunes your heartbeat, standing in the next second when she realizes how accelerated it is, followed by a commotion.

When she finds her daughters cackling in front of the cellar's door, Alcina knows that nothing good could come from it. Growling at them to move, she heads to the cellar.

You feel proud of yourself when the lights turn on and you can witness your achievement, having got rid of the monsters on your own. However, your smile disappears when you see how discontent Alcina looks.

Despite knowing it wasn't your fault, Alcina feels the rage taking her over after watching all the wasted product. In a few long strides she reaches you, taking you by the back of your neck like a cat, lifting you up effortlessly.

You shrink into yourself, immediately reading the mood, trying to become smaller, trembling when she turns her head to you, her features twisted in anger.

It's tempting to retaliate, but despite her wrathful fog, Alcina perceives you trembling with fear, your big eyes widened with distress, shining with unshed tears. And for the first time, such image doesn't suits her well.

She takes a deep breath with closed eyes to calm a bit, and cradles you in your arms in the next second. She waits a moment in that position, trying to give you some sense of security before setting in motion without letting you go.

The girls are waiting outside, almost expectant to see some kind of drama, but Alcina pretends nothing happened, giving them the order to clean up the mess and go find new maidens to recover the losses.

In silence, she takes you to her chamber, placing you at the end of the bed, standing on the edge. You are still tense, unsure what to expect and the silence doesn't do anything to soothe your nerves.

You fidget with your tail. "My Lady, I-"

"Quiet, pet," she silences you with a soft tone. "I can't blame you for this." She holds you by the chin so you look at her. "But after this unfortunate event, I shall make clear that the cellar is now forbidden for you and my daughters' games. I will let them know about this new rule too."

You nod earnestly. "Understood, my Lady."

For a beat she remains serious but then she chuckles. "Time to get you clean, pet." You imagine a bath is coming your way, but with a gloved finger she collects some of the bloodwine in your arm and then put it in her mouth, moaning appreciatively. The sensual act makes you blush. "I can't let this go to waste."

Alcina doesn't asks for consent, at least not verbally. She keeps your eyes on your face, reading your expressions as she undresses you slowly, giving you the time to stop her.

You are not naive to not understand her intentions but you don't even consider to put a stop to it. The most time you spend with her, the most you crave from her.

Once you are naked, she leans down to lick you clean, starting on your neck and working her way down your body, avoiding any part that would make the act sexual instead of simply intimate.

Nonetheless, it makes you tremble with desire, reason why she wraps an arm around your waist when she notices your legs wobble.

Finishing with your body, she puts her free hand on your neck, her fingers on your jaw so she can move your head as it suits her as she licks the bloodwine on your face.

She takes advantage of your gasps to slid her tongue inside your mouth, brushing yours fleetingly as she press her lips against yours.

The contact barely lasts a second but it's enough to add more impact to your already stimulated body. Lightheaded, you wonder if this was some sort of punishment even when she claimed she couldn't blame you for what happened.

Chuckling at your disarranged state, Alcina takes you in her arms once again, finally taking you to the bathroom to bathe you properly.

Alcina lived in a constant state of tenderness and flusteredness because of you.

Luckily for you, her affection for you it's stronger and she only resorts to scolding you or making clear that you can't do whatever it pleases you.

Like she will once this dinner it's over.

You had been invited to join the meals of your Lady and her daughters since the very first day and today wasn't the exception but this time you did something you have never done.

You feel sleepy, due to an exhaustive chasing with the girls that lasted several hours and the food only highlighted such state.

Mother and daughters fall into conversation, Alcina happily listening to the girls' affairs.

You get off the chair, rubbing your eyes to then turn your hands and feet, sitting on your butt with bended legs on the floor next to Alcina's chair, keeping one arm extended in front of you while licking your other paw to groom yourself.

It doesn't take long to feel Alcina's hand on your head, making you push your against her hand enthusiastically.

Her ministrations aren't helpful for your sleepy state and you can only think in the comfort she provides, the warmth that would surround you if you were closer to her.

Without thinking, you hop into her lap, fleetingly nuzzling your face in her neck before lying down in a curled up position, your purring reaching every corner of the room, completely unaware of the women's reactions.

Alcina looks down at you speechless, the hand with which she had been caressing you, hovering idly.

In other circumstances ─ more precisely, in the presence of the Lords and Mother Miranda ─ she would have reacted very different, and the outcome wouldn't have been pleasing for neither of you.

Thankfully, this time she can be reckless. But a serious conversation with you is bound to happen once you wake up.

Alcina cradles your head softly, her thumb brushing one of your ears, making her smile subtly when you smile in your sleep.

Gazing up while her hand rests protectively on the side you had been hurt months ago, she finds her daughters smiling like the cat who ate the canary, and she channels her Lady Dimitrescu persona for a second. "Not a single word." Afterwards, she clears her throat, taking a sip of her wine regally and smiles softly. "Continue, sweet Bela."

You wake up hours later, Alcina's lap no longer your resting place but you are still lying in a comfortable and soft spot, and when you open your eyes, your eyes find your Lady next to you on her bed, leaning against the headboard, reading a book.

"Have you rested well, pet?" She places the book on the nightstand and the glasses she was wearing on top of the book.

You cover your face with your paws while you stretch, then yawn. "Yes, my Lady." Though you scoot towards her with the intention to fall asleep again.

A hand on your shoulder stops you, making you pout and look up with a disgruntled expression.

"There's something I need to speak with you, pet. Something important and that can't wait."

You worry, wondering what could you have done to upset your lady, your mind already overworking with possible scenarios of your dismissal.

"Easy, pet." She shifts to her side to face you, resting on her arm. "Technically, you haven't done anything wrong. But what occurred in the dinner room can't happen again."

You frown, not understanding. If you haven't done anything wrong, why it couldn't happen again?

"At least not whenever it pleases you. You have known Mother Miranda and the other Lords. I have an image to maintain in front of them."

You still remember the day as it had happened yesterday. Your Lady had told you about them before their arrival and after finding out Mother Miranda was a scientist, you wanted to go hide in a room and come out until they were gone.

Alcina warned you to behave, and it had requiere a huge effort not to react in anyway when the leader entered the castle. You were scared and wondered why you had to be there even when Alcina explained that it was better to introduce you than trying to keep a secret from Mother Miranda.

Since your experience with scientists wasn't a good one, you were expecting to be taken away to be studied even when Alcina tried to reassured you that that wouldn't happen.

And your Lady had been right. Mother Miranda had looked at your way once, scrutinizing you up and down as if she was scanning you, capable to find out right in that moment that you weren't fitting for whatever she needed, and she had let out a snort afterwards, making a mocking comment to Alcina about what a good mother she was for getting a kitten for her daughters.

It hurt your pride but she never looked your way after that time, so only for that reason you were able to let it go.

"Do you understand, pet?" There was an edge on her tone, not appreciating having to fish for a response.

"Yes, my Lady." You gazed up. "I would never do that in front of them. I would never do anything to embarrass you," you promised, wanting to be a good thing for her and not a nuisance. "But-" you trailed off, hesitating.

"Speak your mind, pet." Her words might be slightly harsh but she was caressing your jaw with the back of her index finger softly.

"But what about when it's only you and I, my Lady, could I-?"

Alcina ponders for a moment. "Only when I'm not working and you have to wait until I allow you to do it."

You have mixed feelings about it. On one hand, you want to be selfish and take what you want whenever you want to as your nature whispers you to do and what usually gets you in troubles. On the other, you had never known about sincere care and interest for you until you meet your Lady, and you know that's something you won't risk losing.

You nod. "All right, my Lady." You smile and feel your heart fluttering when Alcina grins back at you.

"What a good pet." She buries her face in the crook of you neck, nuzzling your jaw with her head, acting as if she was a cat. She brushes your neck with her lips. "Such a good pet."

You close your eyes when you feel her teeth scraping your skin, knowing what's coming, letting out a whimper when she sinks them in.

Drinking slowly from you, savouring you, Alcina rolls over you, careful not to put all her weight on you, but enough for you to feel a satisfying pressure.

You grasp your Lady's shoulders, digging your claws for her to feel but without breaking her skin, dragging a moan from the woman.

"Mine." She grunts against your neck, making you shiver due to the vibration and the possessiveness she exuded.

Sitting on the couch in Alcina's office with your limbs and tail tucked under your body, resembling a loaf of bread, you stare at the maid who enters after knocking on the door to deliver a package until she leaves the two of you alone once again, hurrying to get out after making quick eye contact with you.

The staff was no longer very fond of you after the day you attacked one of the maids, taking away her life to rip her heart out to gift it to your Lady.

Alcina doesn't react at the box placed on her desk until hours later, once she's done with her work, when you are sleeping lightly. She smiles smugly after opening it.

"Come here, sweet pet."

Despite you are waking up, you are quick and nimble to stand up, transforming your paws to hands and feet, hurrying to your Lady's side. You wait next to her chair, looking up at her expectantly and when she pats her lap with one hand, you climb to straddle her happily.

She strokes your cheek, triggering your purring. "I have a gift for you."

You look down when she presents you the box she's holding for you to see, gasping in awe at the leather choker with the Dimitrescu crest resting proudly in the middle.

You reach out to touch it reverently with your fingertips. "For me?" you ask skeptically, not used to such gestures despite it wasn't the first time your Lady gave you something. Since your arrival, your wardrobe had increased thanks to her. But somehow you knew this was different, and much more valuable.

Alcina hums, taking the choker out of the box, leaving the latter on the desk. "I want you to have something that will always remind you of who you belong to. More importantly, to remind everyone who sets their eyes on you... who you belong to." She puts the choker in your neck, capable to close the clasp without looking at it. A pleasant sensation washing her over at the result.

You follow her hands until she's done with the task, raising your head to look at her. "I-I belong to you, my Lady?" you ask with wonder.

Alcina grins intimidatingly though you know it's not aimed to you. "Of course, pet. My pet. I got you first, you are mine." She wraps her hand around your neck, squeezing softly, not to hurt but as if she was looking to leave the choker's mark on your skin. "You are mine to look after. Mine to touch. Mine to kiss. Mine to taste. Mine to possess. Mine to do every single thing I want... isn't that right?" She wasn't asking due to uncertainty, simply because she wanted you to voice your surrender to her.

You gulp, momentarily closing your eyes as your body arches towards hers. Alcina's laugh make your ears flutter at the divine sound, and you are overjoyed when she wraps her arm around your waist, soothing your desperation to be closer when she pressed your front against hers, your hands finding her shoulders.

"Yes..." you whisper, your voice trembling but with your next words your tone is louder and firmer. "Yours, my Lady, ever only yours." Your hands slide towards her neck, your fingertips ghosting her jaw.

Alcina raises an eyebrow, almost like she was reading your mind and daring you to do what you wanted to do. And despite knowing there could be consequences for acting before your Lady approved it, you couldn't deny that you enjoyed her punishments because it usually meant keeping you at her side all day, doing things to keep her in a good mood or spend all day aroused.

Even when you were the brattiest and she resorted into something physical and you had trouble sitting comfortably, you never felt unsafe or scared because Alcina carefully keeps an eye on you to be conscious of your limits.

But so far she has never crossed a line, giving you comfort and reassurance afterwards; and you took pleasure in the soreness her hands left in your body, which you considered another way to mark you even when not always it was visible.

So you dare to hold her face in her hands, tilting her head as if you truly could have some control over her. She growls as if annoyed but she smirks before you press your lips against hers.

"I'm yours as much as you are mine, my Lady," you claim conceitedly.

Alcina doesn't denies it. She can't, knowing you are aware because you thrive on all the attention she gives you, noticing how different it is from the one she gives to others. Nonetheless, she narrows her eyes, golden eyes shining with only one purpose.

And when she grabs your ass with her free hand, squeezing it, you know the next following days, every time you sit down, you are going to be reminded of your cheekiness.

But when Alcina kisses you again, taking total control of you with her tongue and lips, you are more than clear that you wouldn't have it any other way.

#alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu x reader #hd.txt #hdad.txt #writing this was more fun than i anticipated! #and way longer than i expected... i got inspired lololol #txt: ad

[guxciestone]

✧ CELEBRITY BIRTH CHART ANALYSIS ✧

— ariana grande.

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Ariana Grande-Butera was born on June 26, 1993 in Boca Raton, Florida. She is an influential figure in contemporary popular music and has established herself as an ultimate pop icon, mostly known for her four-octave vocal range and whistle register. Ariana started as a theater kid, making her debut on Broadway in 2008 in Jason Robert Brown’s ‘13’. Over time, she begins to make her way as a Nickelodeon actor, primarily known for ‘Victorious’ (from 2010-13) and ‘Sam and Cat’ (2013-14)--a spin-off of the popular characters Cat Valentine and Sam Puckett from ‘iCarly’. Grande’s acting career gets put to a halt during the run of ‘Sam and Cat’ when she begins to focus on her music career and establishes herself as a certified music artist. Ariana’s first album “Yours Truly” came out on August 30, 2013. Ariana Grande’s most popular songs include “7 Rings”, “Thank U, Next”, “Side to Side”, “Dangerous Woman”, “Into You”, and “Positions”. She has achieved seven number one’s on the billboards and two grammy’s along with several other awards thus far.

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Sun square Moon indicates that Ariana has an internal struggle between her core values and emotional values. With her Sun in Cancer in the 6th, Grande is an individual who seeks comfortability and homeliness in her daily routines, responsibilities, and sense of duty. She has a nurturing, sweet, and soft-hearted nature. She could be particularly invested in family and friends and is more than likely always making efforts to be there for them at all times; however, with her Moon in Libra in the 9th house, Ariana also desires to achieve balance, tranquility, and pleasure in her life through learning new things, intaking more knowledge, and seeking new things in the world. She may be particularly spiritual and could be invested in the religious aspects in life more than others. Ariana Grande is always mentioning the law of attraction, and she even has multiple songs singing about he manifested her fame and fortune. Nonetheless, it seems like she seems to be struggling with integrating one of the two. This could particularly be about religious factors; perhaps she grew up in a religious family and she broke away from those doctrines and created her own sense of spirituality. Or perhaps she struggles to keep family close while also striving for spiritual and intellectual abundance and experiences. This aspect is also prominent in natives whose parents have separated.

Her ascendant ruler in the 2nd house immediately shows that Grande has a strong sense of self-worth and adequacy. She could hold herself to a high regard and have the ability to attract anything she wants with just a snap of a finger, because she easily attracts nice things when she begins to value herself just as much. Her capricorn ascendant shows she appears to have a mature, responsible, and respectable personality on the first impression. She has a petite figure, and she looks amazingly youthful for her age which is common amongst capricorn ascendants. Not to mention, she has a sarcastic yet humorous and charismatic nature that others seem to love about her with her venus trine ascendant. It is easier for Ariana to dress herself in a dominating yet attractive way to which others are pulled towards her, but also in awe of her glamor and prestige–she is able to maintain a signature while keeping it alluring, which I have also noticed in capricorn ascendant celebrities.

With her Venus in Taurus in the 4th house, this indicates that Grande had a pleasurable, practical, and secure childhood. She did grow up with money. Her mother, Joan Grande, was a CEO of a manufacturing company; and her father, Edward Grande, owned a graphic design firm. With this placement correlating to her ascendant, it seems that anyone would take notice of this luxurious air about her even without the fame.

Sun square Jupiter gives Ms. Grande a flamboyant, humorous, and entertaining personality. She is a delight to be around and has a distinctive charm that attracts people from different corners. She is magnetic and not afraid to take up space in any room she lands in. This aspect often promises a great sense of confidence and self-assurance. She has a comforting yet fair personality that others are attracted by with the Libra and Cancer influence in this aspect. However, this aspect could indicate arrogance and an overly spontaneous character. Grande has a decent confidence in herself, but there may be times in which she takes quick risks due to her nature of knowing that things always go right for her. This could also point to an inflated ego and entitlement.

With Neptune conjunct ascendant, Ariana appears as a compassionate, kind, and giving individual on the first impression. Others are often mystified by her, and this aspect could also indicate glamorization and idolization from others. In extreme cases, individuals with strong Neptunian placement could attract copycats. Ariana Grande has endured many conveniences up to this day of multiple fans replicating her style, mannerisms, and singing. Additionally, Grande has undergone many subtle changes in her physical appearance and style over the years–and Uranus conjunct ascendant only magnifies that. Ariana has a unique style (such as the iconic signature ponytail, long sweaters that she wears over her hands, and the long boots) She has gone under the needle before, and she has abruptly changed her fashion many times over the years. In my opinion, she looks far different from when she first came into the limelight; that is the definition of neptune and uranus-ascendant energy.

Sun sextile Mars indicates that Grande has an unshakable determination, ambition, and courage. Considering that her sun is in cancer in the 6th house, she dedicates her core values to serving her duties, working, and being disciplined in her routine and obligations. She could dedicate her work to providing for her family or making her loved ones happy. Along with her mars in virgo in the 8th house, she also dedicates herself to her deepest and vulnerable desires. She strives for material possessions and merging herself with her earnings. This aspect could make her fairly materialistic, but that is what motivates her. Not to mention, Ariana has immense sex appeal, and her partners may find it attractive how hardworking and driven she is.

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With Chiron in Leo in the 7th house, Ariana could have a personal wound or trauma surrounding expressing her creativity, inner child, and authentic self in her interpersonal relationships. This placement is also prominent in individuals who are either entirely uncomfortable or unapologetic in bringing their personal connections to light or public attention–we are literally talking about a girl who made an extremely popular song about her roster of exes. However, Grande, when younger, may have struggled with finding herself in her romantic connections with her partners; over time, she may find that with each lover she figures out a new aspect of herself and her personal identity. She seems to be the type of individual who truly transforms and grows after being in a connection with someone, and we can see that in her relationships with other celebrities such as Mac Miller or Big Sean.

With Venus square Chiron, there is a deep wound surrounding love, self-esteem, and pleasure. With Venus in Taurus in the 4th house, the wound specifically indicates that Grande struggles with feeling secure or stable in her interpersonal connections. It may be that she is not entirely sure what she hopes to find in a long-term partner, someone who she feels comfortable being with for the long run. This could be due to the feeling as if she is not allowed to express herself properly or be her individualistic self. Considering that Grande has been in several relationships–on top of that, there are speculations that she has partaken in infidelity multiple times and left her ex-husband Dalton for another man–this isn’t surprising personally. Furthermore, there is also this itching feeling that nothing or no one is ever enough, or she isn’t enough.

Ariana is an imaginative, idealistic, compassionate, and creative lover with Venus trine Neptune. She seeks the magical and elusive side of romance, beauty, and art. With Neptune in her 1st house, Grande adores incorporating bedazzling, whimsical, and shimmering designs in her fashion and aesthetic. Furthermore, she is obviously musically and artistically talented as well. She may even like decorating her home in a dream-like and adorable way too because it makes her feel safe and sound with Venus in Taurus the 4th. She could more than likely attract musicians, artists, and friendly individuals (like herself) and for the worst, she may attract addicts or victimizing partners.

Grande is an electrifying, exciting, and spontaneous partner with Venus trine Uranus. She seeks thrill and unpredictability in her love life and in her partners too. She may be particularly interested in partners who are somewhat different from her or partners no one would expect her to be with. Uranus is the planet of the futuristic aesthetic, and I noticed that Ariana is fixated with planets, space, sleep, and that galactic type of style–especially in her songs such as NASA, R.E.M, and etc. Her makeup line also has a futuristic vibe to it as well; most of her makeup products are all very bright, metallic, and glittery colors.

Chiron square Pluto indicates that Grande has suffered major and long-term traumas and wounds, especially in regards to her interpersonal relationships and experiencing them in the public eye with Chiron in the 7th and Pluto in Scorpio in the 10th. She dealt with the death of her grandpa, her ex-boyfriend, and several fans in the Manchester bombing. These wounds are truly embellished in her image as a figure, but also in her identity because these events are integral to her and her character. This aspect could indicate someone who deals with extreme paranoia, anxiety, or depression. She allegedly suffered PTSD and anxiety from everything that happened; she also mentioned she has been put through therapy for years, and it saved her life multiple times.

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With Ariana’s 5th house ruler trine Pluto, she has the ability to determine when people are genuine or superficial, especially when it comes to her career status and success with her Mercury in Cancer in the 7th house. She holds her loved ones and personal relationships close, and often has a small group of friends whom she can trust. She could stick to a certain group of people for an extremely long time. Her intuition is heightened, and it is easy for her to see who is good or bad for her, especially since she has already experienced several traumatic circumstances in her career such as stalkers, copycats, etc.

North node in Sagittarius in the 11th house indicates that Grande has been given the special ability to expand her horizons, learn more knowledge, and live life full of excitement through connecting and building with her community, pursuing her hopes and dreams, and advocating for liberation of her desires. Ariana may be particularly popular in this lifetime–easily being able to gain friendships, develop professional relationships, and meet unique kinds of people. Ariana needs to learn how to be open towards meeting different people than her usual circle and be willing to learn and expand her experiences through traveling, indulging in cultures, and much more.

Ariana has a water grand trine, occurring in her sun, midheaven, and saturn. This indicates that she has a notable ability in tuning into her emotions, inner world, and vulnerable spots to transform them into a creative talent and express them successfully to an audience and gain professional success and build a significant legacy throughout her life.

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With Pluto in Scorpio in the 10th house, Ariana is a powerful, intense, and ambitious individual. She would mostly find her transforming and changing abruptly through her public image, how she moves through her professional life, and her legacy/success. Furthermore, she could be particularly secretive, paranoid, and observant in the matters of the people and what she puts out there for others to see. This placement often indicates that her traumas and wounds could derive from her public image and career. With Venus in Taurus in the 4th opposition Pluto, Grande, at some point, may have felt as though her sense of comfort and security may have been threatened due to the harsh events surrounding her endeavors. Perhaps she may have thought her family or loved one’s safety may have been at risk. It makes complete sense because Grande had a long-time stalker that would break into her home; anyone would feel unsafe if that happened to them.

Ariana Grande appears to be a hardworking, assertive, and dominant individual in the public eye with her Mars in Virgo in the 8th house square Pluto. She is persistent and always will strive to work towards her goals and achievement despite anyone or anything that gets in her way. It is possible that at some point, or maybe even now, she is a huge workaholic. However, her strong desire to achieve could make her someone who is also incredibly domineering–wiping out anyone or anything that threatens her chance for success. She may even be this way with her partners, becoming clingy or possessive, struggling with letting them go. She has an entire song called “needy”. Additionally, her sexual image is quite unique. She is viewed as fairly sexually expressive, but she has a delicate and sweet way of expressing it–we can see that in her songs such as “34 + 35” and “nasty”.

Ariana is partially known for her interesting, yet tragic and well-publicized love life and relationships with her Chiron in Leo in the 7th house square Pluto. Others view her as someone who has endured the worst in losing a loved one through addiction, experiencing the horrible deaths of her fans firsthand, and dealing with the loss of a family member.

Saturn trine Midheaven indicates that Grande has a solid, secure, and successful career due to her persistent, ambitious work ethic and her creative and imaginative character with her Saturn in Pisces at the 0 degree. It shows that she truly used manifestation, her vision, spirituality, and her artistic nature to get to where she is today. Furthermore, there wouldn’t be a surprise if she was interested in meditation and journaling.

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— basing off of my fame degrees post

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Grande has multiple 20th degrees in her chart, placed in her uranus, neptune, and venus; the 20th degree is the degree of fame that is extremely unbelievable that the public eye may consider the native to be apart of witchcraft, the occult, illuminati, or any other spiritual practices to get their amount of fame and fortune.

She also has the 11th degree in her north node in sagittarius; the 11th degree is the degree of fame that is earned through humanitarianism, giving back, and doing selfless acts. Grande is huge on women empowerment, body positivity, and LGBTQ rights. Additionally, she has contributed to multiple charities and organizations in the past.

Ariana has a couple of 5th degrees in her chart, placed in her sun and jupiter; the 5th degree is the degree of viral or short-term fame, fame that lasts only for a hot minute.

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[icarustypicalfall]

Commander's Last Love

chapter 1 ★ fem reader ★ masterlist ★ ao3

fic masterlist

summary:

Love is dangerous, mysterious. It can be a man with a huge pride or a woman with a cold glance.

Strange, isn't it?

There was something about you that intrigued him, something that made his insides flutter. It was a feeling he chose to ignore, opting instead to resort to his usual tactic of taunting people until they broke.

Warnings: nothing for now. <3 might be some inaccuracies, fic takes place after graves betrayal.

note: this is faith, i was absent for so long and will be for a bit due to finals. (again, apparently the writer curse is exams to me.)

I had this idea since December, couldn't post it but i felt it was right tonight. Thank you my stars for your patience, all your sweet words are amazing and i appreciate you a lot 🤍 thia fic will updated slowly, but i hope to end it right 🤍

"Power is my love when my love reaches to me"

Mission [A2626]

Location: [CLASSIFIED]

Time: 20:30:27 - 09/10/20##

The airplane touched down after a grueling journey, during which Phillip had endured a series of poorly made films on the small TV. To say he was bored would be an understatement. However, as a commander, he knew better than to complain. After all, it was his position that kept food on his plate and money in his pocket. So, when General Shepard ordered him for this new mission with Colonel Farah, he kept any gripes to himself.

His recent betrayal hadn't gone down well, but he knew that would be addressed later, when he crossed paths with TF141 again. For now, there were more pressing matters at hand.

As Phillip descended the stairs of the small plane, he sported a self-assured grin, casually ruffling his blond hair.

Colonel Farah, a formidable woman whom he secretly admired, awaited him along with a small group of familiar faces. However, one unfamiliar figure caught his attention - an enigmatic masked woman.

You, on the other hand, felt a sense of annoyance under the weight of Phillip's gaze. You couldn't afford to complain, having already done so thrice, as Colonel Farah would have you on desk duty for x days.

As her closest soldier, her right hand, you had climbed the ranks at a remarkable pace, thanks to your exceptional abilities and strength. Achieving the rank of sergeant in such a short time was truly impressive.

Though you didn't know much about Phillip Graves, the tidbits of information shared by your teammates were enough to form an initial impression of the man. Despite his evident arrogance and conceit, he was nothing more than a traitor in your eyes, someone you would gladly strangle given the chance. You despised traitors, even in a field where every sin is allowed in the purpose of defending your cause.

Phillip exchanged handshakes with Colonel Farah and her husband, Alex. Finally, he stood before you, extending his hand in what he perceived to be a gesture of peace, laced in curiosity and mischief.

You, however, saw it as an opportunity to put hin in his place. Phillip's height gave him a slight advantage, but you firmly grasped his hand, applying enough pressure to make him wince. The handshake became a silent battle for dominance, though neither of you quite understood why.

Phillip touched your hand in the same curiosity to which the cat got killed. He wouldn't mind getting his whole body torn aparts, if it meant to feel the cold skin against his again.

Everything about Phillip unnerved and unsettled you, and you despised the feeling down to your core. Determined to push it aside, you resolved to ignore his presence completely. He was a handsome man, the kind of man that will push down every button till you break loose. The kind of man that will tear down the earth and sky just to get a glimpse of you. The kind of man you choose to avoid for your own sanity.

With an indifferent glare, you uttered, "Welcome, Commander Graves. Pleased to meet you."

In truth, you were far from pleased, and he could tell from your expression and demeanor. Phillip, maintaining his smug smile, let go of your hand before stepping back slightly. "The pleasure is all mine," he replied, his voice laced with a hint of something more.

It stirred within Phillip, a sensation he believed he had buried long ago with his last relationship. The way your eyes bore into his before you walked away to join Colonel Farah awakened something in him. Your indifference chipped away at the walls around his heart, leaving him feeling exposed. He stood silently, staring at the hand that was held by yours.

There was something about you that intrigued him, something that made his insides flutter. It was a feeling he chose to ignore, opting instead to resort to his usual tactic of taunting people until they broke.

Colonel Farah assigned you the task of showing Phillip around since it was late and he needed rest before discussing matters the following day. Phillip smirked, noting your displeased expression, partially hidden behind your mask. He walked beside you through the empty corridors.

"Well, care to share your name, little thing?" he asked teasingly.

You huffed in response. "Ashra."

Phillip chuckled, his smug grin widening as he shamelessly admired your figure. His baby blue eyes travelled from your feet up to your head, lingering momentarily on where your lips would be if not concealed by the mask. He cursed internally at the obstruction. "Ashra? Is that your name, or some local tea brand?"

It took all your self-control not to snap at him right then and there. Instead, you retorted, "Your name is Graves. Were you born in a cemetery?"

Ah, you're quick-witted, he likes that.

This time, Phillip burst into laughter, surprised by your response. He wasn't, by any chance, annoyed by you being smart with him. If it was any other soldier, they'll be buried somewhere in the desert. Though, you? He revered your attempt to bite back, exposing the sharp fangs to the light and piercing his flesh.

You thought you'd win by that response, though he wasn't one to give away easily.

Leaning in closer, he whispered with the same smugness, his pearly white teeth on display. "You certainly have quite the mouthful, darlin'. But remember, don't bite off more than you can chew, yeah?"

You huffed once again, choosing a shortcut to the men's quarters. Phillip followed closely, a shadow to your every move, which was to be expected from a man of his rank.

Your defiance only piqued his interest further.

It was evident that you possessed an icy demeanour, a woman so cold that only a scorching heat could melt. And Phillip, oh boy, he was a fiery volcano, just the kind that could do the trick.

With a mischievous grin and a hint of a Southern drawl, he quipped, "Ash? Is that name inspired by a fireplace?"

A soldier, popping from one of the chambers couldn't resist the urge to comment as you passed by: "It means 'ten'."

You shot him a piercing glare, and Phillip furrowed his brow, clearly perplexed.

"Her callsign... it means ten..."

Wait, what?

You sighed and nodded, as the soldier rapidly sauntered away, leaving you both alone in the deserted corridor. "Ten. Ashra means ten. Happy?"

Phillip blinked, processing this newfound knowledge, and a smile began to creep onto his lips. "Care to tell me on why you go by 'ten', Doll?"

"No," came your curt response.

Undeterred, his smirk persisted, making you wonder if his face was permanently set in that way. "Well, the headquarters are just up ahead. Colonel wants to see you in her office at Seven sharp."

He nodded, calling after you as you walked away. "No 'goodnight' for your commander?"

He turned, anticipating another icy stare, but instead, he found nothing. Only the lingering fragrance of your tantalizing perfume, teasing his senses and kindling a sudden curiosity. It was as if you were a tantalizing enigma, and he, like Pandora, desired nothing more than to unravel the depths of your darkness and expose it to the light.

After his usual pre-sleep routine, Phillip was ready to retire for the night. However, his mind refused to surrender to the arms of Morpheus, choosing instead to dwell on his encounter with you.

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[just-another-josh]

Kara

Today is a good day.

No, today is a great day.

Lena continued to remind herself of that over the course of the last two hours.

It was an incredibly important day for her and her wife. Not just that, it was an important day for their family’s legacy. Today was one of those milestone days, the type that signified potential fully realized, the recognition of years of hard work and achievement. A cause for celebration with champagne, victory speeches, and overindulgent parties.

Lena knew this, she believed this.

And yet, all she wanted to do right now was punch Cat Grant in her stupid, Botoxed face.

Four months ago, Cat pulled Kara aside after a CatCo staff meeting and informed her EIC that she intended to run for president in the next election. “If a Cheeto-skinned, glorified game show host can become President of the United States, I should be a shoo-in,” she had reasoned with her. In order to avoid any blind trust complications and because presidential campaigns are very expensive, Cat decided to put CatCo Worldwide Media up for sale.

Lena was greeted by an ugly-crying Kryptonian when she arrived home that night. Cat’s departure was a double blow to her wife: Not only was Kara losing her mentor, but now she had to contend with a new owner who may or may not share the same journalistic integrity as Cat. Nightmares of another Andrea Rojas or Morgan Edge-like monster lording over the bullpen kept the hero up into the early morning hours after Cat dropped her bombshell.

Lena made a solid effort to reassure her wife that everything would work out for the best but when the company was put on the market the next Monday morning, the announcement quickly led to Lena’s assurances becoming hollow promises.

By the end of the week, the bidding war for the media giant had been whittled down to three frontrunners:

Roland Daggett: owner of Daggett Industries with reported ties to organized crime in Gotham.

Simon Stagg: owner of Stagg Enterprises who was currently involved in no-less than a dozen federal investigations for improper disposal of waste generated from his chemical plants.

The final bidder was no stranger to National City or the Superfriends; Maxwell Lord: owner of Lord Technologies and an all-around asshole, who appeared to have crawled out from whatever rock he’d been hiding under.

Lena knew that none of these parasites gave a damn about the fourth estate, nor would they want Supergirl watching over their shoulders while they engaged in whatever reprehensible activities men of their caliber got up to. Lena had no doubt that they’d use CatCo to steer whatever narratives that would profit them the most; much like Morgan Edge intended to do six years prior.

Bottomline, Kara was going to be out of a job if any of those criminals got their hands on CatCo.

Kara did everything she could to talk Cat out of selling to any of them, but Cat had no other viable candidates to sell to. Kara spent the better part of ten days straight trying to get Cat to see reason but was met with failure at every turn. Lena watched Kara sink further into depression as the days passed and it broke her heart.

On day eleven, Lena had had enough of watching her wife suffer. She had Jess arrange an emergency meeting with her finance and mergers/acquisitions department heads. There was only one item of business on the agenda, did L-Corp have enough in its coffers to purchase CatCo. She knew acquiring the media giant was going to cost a lot more than it did when she stole it out from under Morgan Edge. Luckily, the answer was a resounding yes. Since regaining her position as CEO of L-Corp, Lena had led the company to an unprecedented level of profitability. A proposal was quickly drafted. The minutia of the proposal was almost identical to the last time L-Corp purchased the conglomerate, save for one big difference: Kara, not Lena, would be named CEO of CatCo Worldwide Media; not just the print media, but TV, streaming, and online content.

Proposal in hand, it took Lena the better part of the evening (and early morning) to convince her wife that she was fully capable of doing the job. Hell, she’d been doing it for the last eighteen months as Cat became less involved in the day-to-day operations. Kara’s objections to Lena spending Lena’s money to save Kara’s job were quickly shot down, “You forget darling, it’s not my money, it’s our money. We’re married, what’s mine is yours and what’s yours is mine, you dork.” Finally seeing the light, Lena sent her wife to deliver the proposal directly to Cat; it took her less than twelve hours to accept their offer and approve moving forward with the sale. To say that she was relieved that L-Corp, and by extension Lena and Kara, would be running the company that she built with her own blood, sweat, and tears would be an understatement.

Now, Lena sat in CatCo’s executive conference room. Kara seated to her right, Jess to her left, and half of L-Corp’s legal department bracketing them. On the other side of the table, Cat, and her legal team. Lena had been fortunate enough to avoid attending the negotiation meetings in person; instead choosing to have her attorneys there as her proxies. Occasionally, she’d join the proceedings remotely whenever her two cents was needed. Today, however, was the big day. All the principles needed to be on-hand to sign the final contracts. Lena was initially excited to finalize the deal; if for no other reason than to see the beaming smile her wife had been sporting all day turn brighter than the sun.

Her excitement was quickly tempered when they stepped into Kara’s office and were greeted by Cat with a “Good morning, Mrs. Luthor. Good morning, Kiera.” Lena would have done a spit-take had she been drinking anything at the time. For a moment, she tried to convince herself that she had misheard her. That theory was quickly thrown out the window when Cat called Kara “Kiera” three more times before they reached the conference room. By the time they sat at the conference table to go over the final details before signing, Lena was seething.

After taking several deep breaths and getting her blood pressure under control, Lena tried to mentally talk herself down from doing or saying anything rash. It wasn’t the first time she’d heard Cat address Kara by that name, but it was the first time that it got under her skin. Why? Hormones. She was five months pregnant with twin Kryptonian girls.

For the most part, the pregnancy had been uneventful; after the hell that was first trimester, of course. She’d adjusted to the rollercoaster of emotions, eating 15,000 calories a day to keep her and her baby girls nourished, and the near constant fatigue. Most days, she basked in the experience of being an expectant mother; the flutter of kicks throughout the day, impeccable hair and skin, an insatiable libido, and a doting wife that would fly anywhere in the world to satisfy her food cravings. Yep, without a doubt, the second trimester had been treating Lena well.

Except for today.

Today, her lower back was killing her.

Today, her ankles were obscenely swollen.

Today, the twins were using her bladder as a trampoline.

Today, she felt like a swollen, bloated, beached whale.

Today, Lena had a short fuse, and Cat had no idea how close she was coming to lighting it.

As was standard practice for Lena with all business-related deals, she insisted on reading the final contract cover-to-cover before signing. Although she trusted her legal team, she refused to agree to any contracts that she herself hadn’t personally vetted. Her lawyers had been with her long enough to take their boss’ anal retentiveness in stride, fully understanding that it did not reflect on the quality of their work. While Cat herself remained non-plussed by the delay, her attorneys did a poor job of hiding their impatience. Picking up on the tension in the room, Lena’s senior attorney suggested that both legal teams take an early lunch and after receiving nods of approval from both Lena and Cat, the two teams exited the conference room.

Shortly thereafter, Jess received a text that appeared to be of an urgent nature. After receiving an ‘OK’ from Kara to use the Kryptonian’s office, she swiftly exited.

Kara and Cat continued to make small talk while Lena scoured the sales agreement line-by-line; occasionally securing her black, thick-rimmed glasses when they inched down her nose. Reading the contract had managed to curb her murderous thoughts; allowing her to convince herself that she was overreacting to Cat’s flippant disrespect towards Kara. She reminded herself that this was something Kara found perfectly acceptable, and if the time came when her wife did have a problem, she was more than capable of speaking up for herself. Lena took a deep breath and consigned herself to let bygones be bygones and drop the matter altogether.

Until…

“So, Miss Grant, I assume that once you’re elected, you’ll be giving us an exclusive post-election interview?” Kara playfully asked.

“Now, now, Kiera. As the president-elect I am obligated to give equal time to all media outlets. I mustn’t show any favoritism,” Cat said in a patronizing tone as she waved her finger at Kara as if she were chastising a small child.

Fuse officially lit.

“Darling, I am simple starving. I could really go for a Philly cheesesteak sandwich from that place we found in mid-town,” Lena said through a strained smile; trying her best to hide the anger coursing through her veins.

“D’Elia’s?” As Lena had predicted, Kara was predictably excited by the suggestion.

Lena nodded. “Yes, that’s the one.” She locked yes with her wife for the briefest of moments before averting her gaze back to the contract in front of her.

Kara’s face shifted from excitement to suspicion quickly, now focusing intently on her wife. Lena knew the Kryptonian was probably using her enhanced senses to see or if something was up. Lena cursed herself for thinking she was going to be able to hide her agitation, knowing full well that her wife would hear her increased heart rate and her uneven breathing. Lena blushed under Kara’s scrutiny and offered up her best smile.

Kara clearly wasn’t buying it. “Nahn rraop voi?” she asked with concern in her voice.

“Ju nim voi,” Lena reassured her. She leveled Kara with a look that told her to drop it.

Appearing to take the hint, Kara subtly nodded. “Funyuns too?”

Lena stared at her wife incredulously with a raised eyebrow. “Is that a legitimate question?”

Kara held up her hands in mock surrender. “A thousand pardons.” She turned to Cat. “Can I get you anything, Miss Grant?”

Cat rolled her eyes and scoffed, “Please, Kiera. In all the years you were my assistant, did I ever order anything as vile as a cheesesteak sandwich?”

Lena had to suppress the growl bubbling in her throat. She removed her glasses and massaged her temples in the vain hope that she could stave off the headache that could feel coming.

“A salad with a cheeseburger on top of it is somehow different?” Kara leveled Cat with a snarky smile. A deadpan look settled on Cat’s face. Kara shook her head. “They have salads…yogurt dressing and all.”

Cat seemed to perk up at this news. “Well, in that case, I’d love a salad.”

Kara nodded and turned her attention to Lena. She bent down and placed a chaste kiss on her wife’s forehead before super-speeding out of the room; Lena anchoring the papers in front of her to keep them from scattering.

As the breeze from Kara’s speedy departure subsided, Lena let out a long breath. After quickly organizing her thoughts, she straightened her posture and locked eyes on the woman across the table, sizing her up like a lion would a gazelle. Cat shifted uncomfortably in her chair, clearly unnerved by the intense look in Lena’s eyes, yet defiantly maintaining eye contact.

“Penny for your thoughts, Mrs. Luthor?” Cat said pointedly.

Lena folded her hands on the table, leaned forward, and using her well-honed CEO voice said, “I was just thinking about the remarkable difference in CatCo’s current market value compared to what I paid for it in 2017. Remarkable considering you purchased it from Andrea no less than three years ago for $250 million less than I paid for it.”

“The last three years have been very successful,” Cat said, clearly gloating. “And in all honesty, CatCo’s dismal market value three years ago was a direct result of Miss Rojas’ incompetence. The woman had no business being a journalist, she’s better suited to run some kind of multi-level marketing scam.” Cat scrunched up her nose like she’d smelled something foul.

Lena couldn’t argue, she wholeheartedly agreed with Cat’s assessment of Andrea. The woman had no concept of ethical business practices, let alone journalistic integrity. Lena was well aware that Andrea would run CatCo into the ground when she offered to sell it to her. Lena was more concerned with pissing Kara off at the time. A brief surge of guilt overcame her for the briefest of moments. Although she and Kara had long ago forgiven each other for their respective transgressions during their year-long schism, Lena still promised herself she would do something nice for the hero when they got home this evening as an unspoken “I’m sorry”; most likely something that would make her wife’s toes curl.

 “Still, it’s amazing what you’ve been able to accomplish in such a short amount of time.” Lena praised.

“Thank you.” Cat seemed pleased with the compliment…and herself.

Lena leaned in closer to Cat. “So, tell me, owner to owner, what’s the secret? How in the hell did you turn a sinking ship worth $500 million into what Kara and I are shelling out $1.4 billion for?”

The question clearly threw Cat for a loop, her eyes flitted around the room as she considered her response. “Well, you can’t be afraid to ruffle a few feathers. People don’t like the truth sometimes, but that’s the responsibility of a free press, exposing people to the ugly truths that surround them.” Cat’s smile regained its cockiness. “Accuracy is more important than expediency; being right is always better than being first.”

“I have firsthand experience in that regard,” Lena sighed bitterly.

A look of recognition passed over Cat and she nodded benevolently. “That’s right. Your mother’s escape.” Cat shook her head and snorted in disgust. “I should have fired both Snapper and Jimmy for their incompetence.” Cat quirked her head questioningly. “I must say I was quite shocked when I heard you and Jimmy were an item at one point given his…negative opinion of you in those early days.”

“I still am shocked at my utter stupidity.” Lena grimaced. “Luckily it wasn’t a permanent affliction.”

Cat said nothing in response to Lena’s lamentation and the two sat in comfortable silence. Cat’s features softened and her lips slid into a warm smile. “That whole mess perfectly illustrates why competent leadership is so important. A good EIC would have put a stop to their recklessness.”  

Thankful for the opportunity to shift the focus away from her relationship with James, Lena quickly replied, “I heard Kara tried to stop them.”

Cat’s smile took on a thoughtful appearance, a glimmer of fondness shown in her eyes. “That’s what makes her so remarkable. Even then, with only a few months’ experience under her belt, she still stood up to those jackasses. Her internal compass told her that something wasn’t right, and she refused to let her inexperience stop her from speaking up.” Cat’s look of pride was matched by Lena’s. “That’s what a competent leader does, sticks to their guns even when those in power tell them they’re wrong.”

“So, you think Kara a logical pick for CEO?”

“Absolutely,” Cat responded passionately. “Credit where credit is due, she’s been singlehandedly running the company for over a year now. She’s been performing tasks well beyond her job title and doing a damn fine job in the process.”

“So, would you say Kara has earned your trust and respect?” Lena set her trap.

“Unequivocally,” Cat said with no small amount of adoration, but her features quickly took on an aura of incredulity. “If I didn’t know any better Mrs. Luthor, I’d say you’re having doubts about putting your wife in charge.”

A feeling of pure satisfaction and anticipation surged through Lena as she now had Cat cornered, though she showed no signs of it, her poker face was impenetrable. (There’s a reason poker had been banned from Game Night, Lena could out-bluff everyone)

She almost felt sorry for the older woman.

Almost.

“No, Miss Grant, I have no doubts regarding Kara’s ability to run CatCo. I’m just confused.”

“About what?” Cat asked with an annoyed tone.

“I’m glad you asked.” The smile that spread across Lena’s face could only be described as sinister. “You compliment Kara’s leadership skills. You say that she is the best choice to run CatCo. You say that you trust her. You even go so far as to say you respect her.” Cat nodded, a look of absolute confusion on her face. “And yet, you continue to disrespect her on a daily basis, both privately and publicly.”

Cat sat silently, eyes the size of saucers and her mouth agape.

“What’s my wife’s name, Miss Grant?” Lena asked in an even tone.

Cat stared at Lena as if she was speaking a foreign language. Lena continued. “’Kara’. Say it with me, ‘Kara’.” Lena enunciated phonetically, making no attempt to hide the disdain in her voice. “K-A-R-A. If you’d like, I’d be happy to write it down in crayon for you.”

Cat was clearly flabbergasted, evidenced by her complete lack of response.

Lena took a deep, centering breath; her anger ebbing away ever so slightly. “Miss Grant, I don’t know you that well. When I met Kara, she spoke almost to the point of reverence about you. It became very clear early in our friendship that you were very important to her, so when you came back into her life, I viewed it positively.” Cat seemed to relax at the shift in Lena’s mood, her features loosened as she followed Lena with rapt attention.

Lena continued, her voice tinged with melancholy, “My opinion soured the first time I met you.” Cat looked at her questioningly, Lena rolled her eyes in response. “Our bridal shower,” Lena deadpanned. Cat gave a slight nod. Lena shook her head and continued, “As I was saying, our bridal shower was the first time I heard you call Kara ‘Kiera’. I just assumed I’d misheard you and let it go. When you called her ‘Kiera’ at our bachelorette party, I figured you’d had too much to drink. When you called her ‘Kiera” at our wedding, the only reason I didn’t cast a spell that would make all your hair fall out is because…well…it was our wedding, and I wasn’t going to ruin the day.”

Cat seemed to sink a little further into her seat as Lena listed off each slight, her face stoic.

“My favorite was the night Kara was awarded her second Pulitzer. You did such a beautiful job during her award presentation. Hell, you even introduced her using her proper name,” Lena paused, a look of mock astonishment on her face. “But no more than two seconds after she stepped off the stage, you called her by that goddamn name again!” Lena, face dusted pink, slammed her fist on the conference table, startling Cat.

Her anger rising, Lena gave Cat no time to recover as she leveled her index finger at the clearly unsettled blonde. “Kara is an extraordinary woman. She has saved this planet both as a writer and Supergirl. For fuck’s sake, she saved the universe from being wiped out of existence! Do you have any idea the enormity of something like that? I assure you, you do not.” Lena slowly rose from her seat and leaned over the table, hovering over a floored Cat. “She is a daughter, a sister, an aunt, my wife, the mother of my unborn children, and goddamn superhero for Christ’s sake! You will show her the respect, grace, and compassion that she is owed. You will commit to me right here and now that you will never, EVER, call her ‘Kiera’ again.” Lena picked up the contract and shook it in Cat’s face. “And if you fail to agree to that, I will burn this and piss on the ashes!” Lena mic-dropped the stapled papers.

Cat, wide-eyed and mouth agape once more, stared blankly at the discarded contract. Lena, satisfied with her tirade (for now), gently lowered herself into her seat. She retrieved her glasses and put them on. After grabbing the contract from its resting place on the conference table, she thumbed through the pages until she found where she left off and resumed her reading.

Lena was content to sit in silence while Cat continued to process what had transpired. She felt a great deal of satisfaction being able to defend her wife, even if it meant the deal might fall through. Lena knew that Kara would be devastated if she had to leave CatCo, and as much as Lena wanted to spare her wife from a broken heart, there was no way in hell she was going to let anyone disrespect her. If worse came to worst, they could buy a smaller publication and build from there; Lena feeling confident that any media organization run by Supergirl would garner a sizeable following, not to mention Kara’s skills as a publisher.

“Have you ever met Perry White?” Cat’s passive voice broke through the silence.

Lena set the contract back on the table, removed her glasses, and studied Cat for a moment. As far as Lena could tell, there was no trace of hostility or arrogance in Cat’s appearance. Lena had no idea why Cat was bringing up the former Daily Planet editor. Her curiosity peaked, she decided to follow Cat down whatever rabbit hole she was leading her. “No, I can’t say I’ve had the pleasure. Though I’m not too broken up about it seeing as how he was more than happy to label me as the anti-Christ after Lex was sent to prison.”

“The man was a pig,” Cat said, a slight tremble in her lips. “When I first started at the Planet as his assistant, he insisted on calling me ‘Caity’.” Cat paused, apparently waiting for some type of response from Lena; a raised eyebrow was all she received. “This went on for weeks. ‘Caity! Coffee, black! Caity, where’re my cigars? ‘Caity, get off your ass and get me some lunch!’. Until one day, I psyched myself up enough to correct him. He told me that he knew what my name was, but he didn’t care. From that point on, he started calling me ‘Caity-Cat’.”

“Did you report him to HR?” The look on Lena’s face was ice-cold, but the hint of warmth in her voice belied a touch of sympathy.

Cat scoffed, “God no. Filing a complaint against the EIC for one of, if not the largest newspaper in the United States would have been career suicide.” Lena could only shake her head in disgust, Cat nervously fiddled with her fingers and huffed, “It was a barbaric time. The entire industry was run by a bunch of testosterone-laden animals.” Cat chuckled quietly. “It’s unfortunate Perry retired before the Me Too movement, I would have loved to have watched him get skinned alive.”

Lena couldn’t help the snort that escaped her. Cat grinned brightly at her reaction. Lena quickly regained her composure and dramatically cleared her throat. “So how did you deal with it?”

 “I used it,” Cat said confidently. “Every time I heard the name ‘Caity-Cat’, I used it as motivation to push for a better career. I made a vow that I would make such a name for myself that that son of a bitch would have no choice but to show me the respect I deserved.” Lena could see a flash of steely determination in Cat’s eyes. “Come hell or high water, I would prove that I was worthy of his notice.” Cat swallowed thickly, her eyes becoming glassy.

Lena picked up on the bitterness in Cat’s voice. She could see how much the memories of her time under Perry White pained her. She couldn’t help the swell of sympathy generated by Cat’s remembrances. Whether she liked it or not, Lena felt a kindred spirit in Cat. Both had navigated a world heavily dominated by misogynistic, deplorable men who did everything in their power to ensure their failure. She understood Cat’s motivation to prove that she belonged in that world, no matter its futility.

“Did you ever accomplish your goal?” Lena asked, already knowing the answer.

 “In a way.” Cat thinned her lips, a far off look on her face. “A year after I got CatCo off the ground, I ran into Perry at some awards dinner. By happenstance, serendipity, or whatever the hell you want to call it, we went to get a drink at the bar at the same time. I said hello, and he grunted out ‘Catherine’.” Lena shrugged her shoulders and shook her head, unsurprised by the man’s apparent apathy. Cat grinned playfully, clearly feeling like she swallowed the canary. “But by then it didn’t matter. I’d grown far beyond needing his respect or approval. By that time, I had already accomplished more than that sack of shit ever could. I didn’t want, didn’t need a damn thing from him.”

Lena let Cat relieve her triumphant moment, happy in the knowledge that Cat was able to realize her self-worth without needing validation from anyone else.

“So, is that why you scall my wife ‘Kiera’? In some misguided attempt to motivate her?” Lena’s gaze bore into Cat with an intensity greater than Kara’s heat vision. “Because from where I’m sitting, it seems history repeating itself.”

Cat blanched at Lena’s assertion; a barely perceptible shiver ran the length of her spine. Cat let out a long breath before meeting Lena’s probing stare before answering wistfully. “When she started as my assistant, maybe…but I think it got to the point where I wasn’t even aware I was doing it.” Cat looked away from Lena, clearly angry with herself. She fell back into her chair with an unceremonious thud, her shoulders sagging defeatedly. “But it really doesn’t matter, still makes me a hypocrite.”

Lena answered Cat’s unasked question with a raise of her eyebrow and a slight tilt of her head.

Cat folding her hands on the conference table and leaned closer to Lena. “Please understand, I am so proud of Kara. She has exceeded every expectation I could possibly have of her. She has grown into a remarkable woman; and it has nothing to do with the cape and tights. She engenders trust and respect to a level I have never seen before. I’m used to my staff going above and beyond because they’re scared of me, but her, they do it because they adore her.” Cat’s eyes were glassy with unshed tears.

Lena’s features softened at Cat’s admission, a warm sense of satisfaction blooming in her chest. She started feeling the slight sting of welling tears in her eyes after hearing such kind words about her wife. Stupid pregnancy hormones.

There might be hope for Cat yet. At the very least, she’d avoid tasting Lena’s fist.

“Have you considered telling her that?” Lena pointedly asked.

Cat grinned sadly through trembling lips. “I feel like that ship’s sailed,” Cat said with a shaky voice. “How…when…I mean…I wouldn’t even know where to begin.”

Lena didn’t even try to hide her enjoyment watching Cat ramble. “One, it’s never too late, two, use your words, and three, there’s no time like the present.” Lena motioned towards the closed door leading to the bullpen. Cat looked at the door confused. “Kara, I know you’re listening. You can come in now,” Lena said quietly.

Before Cat could react, the door opened and a sheepish looking Kara entered the conference room, two flimsy cardboard boxes filled with wrapped sandwiches and bags cradled in her arms. She set the boxes down and turned to face her wife. “I wasn’t listening.” Lena leveled Kara with an arched eyebrow in response, Kara quickly folded under her wife’s stare. “Well, I didn’t listen to everything.”

“Do tell, zrhemin.” Lena suppressed a grin.

Kara made to adjust glasses that weren’t there, quickly shifting to scratch her cheek.  “Fine. I’ve been listening since ‘piss on the ashes’”. But in my defense, I could hear your heartrate was elevated and I got worried.”

Satisfied, Lena shrugged. The color had seemed to drain from Cat’s face after Kara’s confession, her eyebrows hitting her hairline. An awkward silence followed. Cat and Lena appeared to be in a stare down while Kara tried to avoid looking either one in the eye. Lena emerged as the victor of the silent battle; Cat turned to face Kara.  Kier…Kara, I owe you an apology…”

“Miss Grant, you don’t have to apologize,” Kara cut her off with a wave of her hand.

“No, Kara, I do.” Cat took a focusing breath and swallowed thickly. “Your wife is right; I haven’t always been very nice to you. I’ve been disrespectful, callous, and sometimes, downright abusive; none of which you’ve deserved.” Kara was beaming as Cat spoke, now the third person in the room being brought to tears. “Sufficed to say, I will work harder to…be more positive with my feedback…and, at the very least, call you by your given name.”

Cat hesitantly approached Kara and after an awkward amount of positioning, embraced her in a tight hug. The floodgates opened and all three women had tears streaking their faces: Cat and Kara for obvious reasons, and Lena…well…goddamn hormones!

Kara and Cat pulled back from their embrace and messily wiped away their tears, a few sniffles coming from both women. “Thank you, Miss Grant. I accept your apology,” Kara said, a slight tremble in her voice.

Cat smiled at her warmly. “Kara, I think at this point you can call me Cat.”

Kara gasped in shock before devolving into clapping and squealing excitedly. “Ok…Cat,” she said with an overdramatic swagger.

Cat and Lena exchanged an eyeroll but didn’t comment on the Kryptonian being a spastic dork.

Cat leveled Kara with her best boss-stare, quickly pulling the hero out of her giddiness. “That is until I win the election. Then you’ll have to address me as Madame President.”

#supercorp #supercorptober2023 #kara danvers #lena luthor #cat grant

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cat’s out of the bag? 

PAIRING... nishimura riki x gn!reader | GENRE... secret-enemies-to-lovers, secret relationship! au, graduation! au, fluff, humor  | WC... 0.5k | “yeah well, you already know that i’m not most people.”

the bouquet in your hands, the cap on your head, the emotional chatter surrounding you, it all feels too good to be true. indeed, it’s surreal, having made it this far and being where you are now- diploma and achievements all safely stored away (to be admired at plenty more later, you’re sure). 

but if only, if only there was one thing- no, one person- that would appear before you like magic and make this day even better than before. 

and as if the world decided to be kind to you, even if it was just for today, said person on your mind reveals himself in your line of sight. you think he sees you at the same moment you see him, a flicker of recognition in both your eyes. 

you clutch the bouquet in your hands a little tighter while your body stands there, unmoving.

niki strolls over to you nonchalantly, putting up an act as if he almost didn’t want to approach you (but you obviously knew the truth). 

the teasing smile on his face, the glint in his eyes, you can’t help but return the favor with a raised eyebrow. 

“so you didn’t fail chemistry, after all.”

you shake your head in half-amusement and half-exasperation. “you know, most people would say a simple, congratulations.”

niki leans closer to whisper in your ear, “yeah well, you already know that i’m not most people.” 

but the way you shiver involuntarily and avoid eye contact at the proximity, he can’t help but forget where exactly (and what position) you two are in. 

perhaps that’s why he, without even thinking much about it, lays a sweet and simple (as you basically requested) kiss on your perfect lips. in front of everyone- might as well have been the whole world to see. 

you stare at him, utterly dumbfounded. niki thinks a hush falls over the surrounding area, witnesses with absolute dropped jaws and parents giving confused stares. 

there’s no way… -they’re probably thinking-

you and nishimura riki? 

“idiot,” you hiss for only him to hear, “last time i checked, we’re still in public!”

niki only then realizes his mistake, and lets out a curse while you internally freak out. he pushes your side playfully, although to you it feels more or less like a punch in the gut. 

“h-haha, surprise! i got you good there, didn’t i… y/n?”

you sigh, “just… just no, riki. it’s too late now considering all the people taking photos of us- and will you stop holding onto my hand?!” you practically growl at him by the end in frustration, only then raising up your intertwined hands as proof. 

he blinks, cocking his head slightly to question the strange occurrence. niki didn’t even realize he had grabbed your hand while in a panic to fix the situation.  

“is it too late to say happy graduation?” niki scratches the back of his neck and you squint, trying your hardest to ignore the stares and (not so quiet) whispers coming from quite literally everyone around you. 

“idiot- it doesn’t change the fact that everyone knows we’re dating now.” you say that and yet you can’t prevent the smile arising on your face, probably because niki still hasn’t let go of your hand. and you know he won’t, not when you suppose your forbidden secret is out. 

“well, at least they know i actually don’t hate your guts? and you don’t hate mine?“

“not helping.”

a/n ▸ am and always will be a black hair niki enthusiast- esp for the new comeback and you can't convince me he looks better in any other color !?)#@';./.'/.

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Growing into the Job, Post 396: Cat n Mouse, p7

Melissa Monroe, Office Manager of what would soon no longer be Far Horizons Medical Associates, had just laid her boss and lover down to bed. She’d let him slide out of her arms, still sleeping soundly, and  on to her nice soft bed. Melissa took a moment to muse to herself as she caught her reflection in the mirror. She watched the warm discharge of his latest climax congealing on her breasts, sparkling in the dim light. She’d brought him to pleasure with her hand, sprayed it onto her chest. The sight of his seed on her skin was fascinating to her, and she spent the next several minutes just staring at the sight of herself in the bedroom mirror. . 

She pondered. She thought about how things were. She had always been the good girl, doing things that her mother would want her to do. Did she like being that way, or was she doing it for others?

Melissa considered that question. She wasn’t sure.

She was sure of something, though. She was sure that she loved him. She was sure that she wanted to protect him. But she also wanted to succeed, she wanted to have her career, too. What a challenge for women, right? The balance between love, family, and success? It was a struggle, always had been, but Melissa knew she could rise to it. Rise above it. And rather than hold her back, Jay would help her grow and be even more successful. 

The world was changing. She could love him and be among the new elite, she knew it. She could be more than just an Office Manager. Yes, that had been her big dream, it's why she went to school. She’d pictured a position just like this, being a boss. And she’d achieved it, but now - she had to admit - she wanted more. She wanted so much more. She wanted him, yes, but she wanted to be more powerful, she wanted to have more influence, but more than anything, she secretly, wanted to see the contrast. She wanted to see the comparison between herself and him. She needed to make it grow. Make the difference between her and Jay bigger and bigger and bigger, and make him see it too. 

She would dwarf him. She would be more powerful than him.. Stronger than he was, bigger than he was, richer than he was. She was going to be everything that he ever was and then ten times more. She was going to be the best, better than anyone else. 

As this self-realization dawned, she knew what she needed to do. She needed to do all she could to gain more power.

Can I really do this? As she gazed deep into herself, studying the reflection of the tall, regal woman in the mirror, she asked herself that question. She was growing more beautiful by the day, but was that really her deep down? She pouted, once again drawn to his tribute flowing off her breasts. If she were honest with herself, she really wasn’t sure if she could do this, herself, but if there was one thing she was confident about, it was her love and devotion for him. If it was for him, she was confident that she would give it her all. I'll give it everything I have. And when I do that, nothing can stop me.

Melissa once again focused her attention on the woman in the mirror. She gave herself her most intense look, long, thick eyelashes lowering slightly and the green and gold radiance of her eyes flashing, penetrating deep inside. The look sent a shiver of arousal through her. She was strong, beautiful - she knew that. But she could become so much more.

Unconsciously she’d drifted into a silent manifestation, one she repeated over and over.

You love him so much. You love him so much. You’re going to protect him from the world and he’s going to help you grow.

Her heart quickened, nipples hardening as she thought of the power she would have if she - if they - could do this. Her magnificent body could be more than a palisade of sensuality if she let it, more than a superweapon. She could aspire to be something that no one - not she, not her handlers, not even her mother - had ever imagined. There was a twinge of concern in the back of Melissa’s mind that if she gave into this idea, she might never be able to stop.

But, you know what? She didn’t care. He…no, they. They were the only thing that mattered.

Her mind made up, arousal came forth again, and she allowed it. A soft moan escaped her perfect, full lips before she shook herself to her senses, turning away from the mirror and slowly back to him, regarding him where he lay. 

Jay. 

Her demeanor immediately softened. They were so in love! Becoming so much more together! So much had happened tonight, so much. This evening, she’d begun to truly reveal herself to him  - well, things he probably knew already, but had had a hard time accepting - and she was able to finally start being honest with him. She’d been manic, she knew, worked up and not thinking straight but the honesty, actually, felt really good. If they were going to be boyfriend and girlfriend (and oooo maybe someday even more!) they needed to be open with one another, right? Boyfriends and girlfriends are like that! And he had taken such big steps! He was starting to be really honest with her about how he was feeling, about what he really wanted. He was really opening himself up, and it was so exciting! 

With his snooping around, she realized he was curious about everything. She understood, she really did, and she knew he was being very brave. He was beginning to accept what she was becoming, what she was aspiring to and, not only was he accepting it, but he was going to willingly help her grow. 

She’d been so afraid, that if he found out what she was doing, he would reject her. She thought she might have to force him, trick him into it, but he actually wanted to help her! They were together now, and, together? The two of them? Omigod! They could do so much together! They could be - nnngh! This is so HOT! -  unstoppable!

She looked over him and began, now, to speak silently to him. It felt like another manifestation. It felt good. 

Honey, sweetie, you look so adorable laying there, my perfect boyfriend! 

He was on her bed, atop the covers, unconscious and completely spent. She knew he’d get cold soon, so exposed and naked, unless she crawled in with him to warm him. You need me that way, I know, and you’ll need me more like that every day. He looked so small, so adorably thin and bony and weak and she loved it. His enormous member lay flopped, flaccid but swollen, across his right hip. Even so soon after his last climax it seemed to pulse whenever she looked at it. So I guess you need me too haha.

She blew it a kiss. More pulses.

Oh, Jay, we are in for such an adventure together, she continued to muse, feeling her heart swelling up with excitement and affection, you’re going to help me get so big and successful. She felt the urge to start really manifesting right now, speaking silently to him, about him, about changes she wanted in him and in his body, making their reality into what she wanted. She was able to resist, though, knowing it was better to take things slow. As long as you stay good, listen to what I say and how to to be, I can let you have a little more of a peek into my world, into what’s happening. I want you to find it out through me, and not go looking around and, like, getting your wires crossed.So as long as you’re a good boy, as long as you’re submissive and behave, me and the girls can start showing you what’s really happening.  Deal?

His cock twitched again, throb throb.

Haha it’s like you’re talking to me when he’s asleep, aren’t you?

Oh, Missy! Stop!! she scolded herself, You’re going to get carried away again! 

She reached to the table alongside her bed, slid open its drawer and pulled out a handful of moist towelettes. Lazily, she began to wipe his semen from her chest.

She bit her lower lip. Maybe she could…

She looked wistfully at the messy cock on his hip, throbbing for her attention.

No…first, I should text Randi. I need to get things fixed up downstairs...

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thanks to RiF for help with editing, and sorry about the censored image. I've been getting flagged.

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[mlwritingprompts]

Submitted prompt:

Strikeback AU, Adrien/Cat Noir bashing/salt, Felix/Flairmidable, Adrien OOC, Felix doesn't win here and neither does Adrien, warning: poisoning.

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Cat Noir watched as Ladybug and Flairmidable were talking together. He was perplexed about the new Dog hero, as she just lent the same Miraculous to a girl just a couple of days ago. He didn't think Miss Hound was a memorable addition to the team but he also couldn't remember her double crossing Ladybug in any way to justify getting her replaced from the team so suddenly. Especially by this random dude, who seemed to try his luck with his lady.

He then noticed how flustered Ladybug was getting around this new hero. "So it's him !" Cat Noir murmured under his breath. "I knew she'd recruit the guy she's in love with in her team eventually, I bet she was just waiting for this moment to finally get rid of him completely by having her crush fight alongside him. Too bad that I came prepared for this day!" He finally took out a croissant, which he Cataclysmed with his finger. However the croissant didn't disintegrate or even change composition at all. "Plagg told me that you can use Cataclysm to destroy the composition of an object but not the object itself so you can trick your opponents into thinking the object it's still intact. This method works on food as well and it makes what looks a completely delicious croissant become literally poison."

"Now it's time to get my payback" - murmured Cat Noir again. He went to Ladybug and Flairmidable and of course Ladybug tried to excitedly introduce him to the new hero, but he was having none of it. "I can't wait to wipe that smirk off your face".

He started eating a croissant in front of both of them and Ladybug scolded him about this not being the right time for it, but Cat Noir argued that he was too hungry to wait any longer. Flairmidable's stomach suddenly started growling much to his annoyance and Cat Noir's satisfaction "And it looks like I'm not the only one who is".

"Of course that loser had to start chewing that damn thing just as I'm quite literally starving over here". The moment Felix saw Adrien was due to leave Paris today he skipped all of his meals so he could come over to Paris to swap places with Adrien before he would leave. He had no other choice, this was his once in a lifetime opportunity to rob his uncle of the jewelery that was holding his life and he already got sidetracked by the fake Miraculous, but at least Ladybug unknowingly gave him the opportunity to outsmart his uncle once and for all. He was willing to deal with all of these annoying people and his body's needs in order to achieve his goal. He wasn't gonna let a hungry stomach get in the way of his mission !

"Hey, dude!", Cat Noir suddenly startled him from his thoughts. "It looks like I'm not the only who needs a bite. Lucky for you I've got a second croissant and I'm willing to give it to you."

Flairmidable: Sorry to tell you, but I don't need anything from you. If you can't see, we've got a villain to deal with, we don't have time to lose to eat sweet croissants ! Flairmidable's stomach started growling again after he said that "Crap!".

Cat Noir: Your stomach is clearly disagreeing with you about that, my cat ears don't lie. And look, we need all the energy possible to defeat this villain and Ladybug's gonna take her sweet time to gather everyone around for her final plan, so you have time enough time to devour this sweet croissant before we get into position.

Flairmidable: Ughh, fine, but I'm only doing this to shut you up.

Cat Noir: And your stomach as well I bet. Cat Noir winked.

Flairmidable started quickly eating the croissant. He didn't want to admit it, but it was delicious.

Cat Noir: I can tell you from what bakery you can find more such delicious croissants if you're a fan.

Flairmidable: Let's stop wasting time and concentrate on the villain at hand. "After all, he was after a much bigger prize later on."

Ladybug gathered and gave everyone from the team her multipled Lucky Charm sunnyglasses so they could go in and defeat Strikeback. As Flairmidable was about to take his pair, his stomach suddenly started growling intensely, making him drop his glasses and clutch his abdomen in pain. Everyone started being worried about Flairmidable instantly except for Cat Noir.

Ladybug: Are you alright Flairmidable ? What happened to you ?

Cat Noir: I think he's still hungry for some more of my delicious croissants. Said Cat Noir smirking.

Flairmidable's face turned green after hearing Cat Noir say that.

Flairmidable: Croissants ... (another intense stomach growling) let me go, LET ME GO !

He suddenly run over to the edge of the rooftop so he could start puking on the streets. And his puking was uncontrollable.

Ladybug: Oh My God Adrien ! Please detransform urgently, I think your Miraculous may have gotten broken and it's affecting your body !

Cat Noir murmured "Adrien ?!? I mean me ? How could that be possible ? Unless ... Oh no !"

Flairmidable detransformed and Cat Noir saw Felix in his earlier disguise of him. He stopped puking, but his face was still green and his stomach was still growling horribly while he was clutching it.

Felix: Help ... me ...

Cat Noir: Felix ?!? How are you here ?!? Why ?!

Ladybug: Wait, Felix ?!? Ladybug suddenly looked at the ill looking "Adrien".

Felix: You ... How could you ... ugh ... you couldn't ... couldn't have known it was me unless you ... you're Adrien !

Everyone suddenly gasped and Ladybug looked at Cat Noir with horror.

Ladybug: Cat Noir, is it true what he's saying ? You're really -

Cat Noir: Look M'Lady, I can explain !

Felix: You did it purposefully, suddenly shouted a green paled Felix. That croissant, you did this to me ! I will destroy you !

Felix got up and tried to charge up towards Cat Noir, but he was stopped in his tracks by more horrible growls coming from his infected stomach.

Felix: Oh no, not that again - suddenly he was back throwing up and this time he was doing it on the rooftop in front of everyone.

Ladybug: Someone needs to take him to receive medical help RIGHT NOW ! Carapace, take him to the nearest hospital that isn't in the radius of the sentimonsters.

Carapace took the almost unconcious Felix and started jumping towards the nearest undestroyed hospital "Please don't throw up on me dude".

Cat Noir: M'Lady look - but Ladybug stopped him in his tracks while she was examining by the Dog Miraculous.

Ladybug: You know Cat Noir, or should I say Adrien, Master Fu warned me that a Miraculous holder can only get sick while trasnformed if their Miraculous is damaged or their body got altered by another Miraculous' power. And the Dog Miraculous looks to be completely intact. So was what Flairmidable said true, did you really do something to him ?

Cat Noir: I'm sorry, I didn't mean to -

Ladybug: What did you ?!?

Cat Noir: I cataclysmed the composition of a croissant and then gave it him.

Ladybug: Why the hell you did that ? You could've killed him !

Cat Noir: I didn't want to kill him, just to make him a bit sick and make him unable to complete this mission, I didn't thought he'd get sick that badly !

Ladybug: But why ? Why would you poison your own cousin ?

Cat Noir: I didn't know he was MY cousin, I would've have done it if I knew. And truth be told, I didn't want to lose you !

Ladybug: What ?

Cat Noir: I thought this was the guy you were in love with with the way you were acting around him and I honestly couldn't stand the thought of you two working together, you replacing me with him, I needed to do something, I couldn't lose you, you know I'm still in love with you.

Ladybug looked at him in horror for a couple of moments afterwards, but finally resigned.

Ladybug: I should've done this earlier. She subtly gave a signal to someone behind her back.

Cat Noir: Do wh- Suddenly Cat Noir was paralyzed from behind his back by Vesperia. Ladybug took the Miraculous from him unceremounisly and he detransformed back to Adrien.

Ladybug: I'm sorry Adrien, but you've just proven yourself unworthy of the Miraculous.

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