#the life is cruel kitty we know

[rudnitskaia]

I need a hug again. Much.

Also, have a funny lil cat with a smol pancake.

#keeping up with the tradition of posting my cat when i'm at my worst #please don't worry much but yeah there was a thing that unfortunately triggered my sadness and here i am #nothing disastrous and nothing that hugs and memes won't cope with; i'm used to such cases #hugs and memes will be highly appreciated though #just in case: no cats were fed with anything from this plate #she tried but oh well it was only there to take a picture #the life is cruel kitty we know #heldig life stories #cat #cats #cats of tumblr #pets #funny pets

[princessbrunette]

thinking about being that one young mother that had a baby when she turned 20, and now walks around with the cutest toddler on her hip that looks just like her.

when it all went down you were isolated, abandoned by most of your friends and family. people talked about you, because that’s just how things were in the obx— word spreads and people judge. but never jj maybank, jj knew what it was like to be judged for his situation.

he’d always thought you were cute, and always defended you to those who had cruel words to say about your life, even thought he hadn’t really talked to you much since high school.

after the storm, he offers to do your groceries for you and deliver them. it was the least he could do, as everyone had taken a hit and you were already struggling. he was chatty, and to a girl who felt alone that was the best thing he could be. he’d swing by, carry all the bags up to the sixth floor of your apartment building when the elevator wasn’t working because no one around was paying generator money. your baby girl was always happy to see him, a giant toothless grin spreading on her face when he’d walk in, clumsily dropping whatever toy she was teething on and waving her fat fist in the air as greeting.

you’d smile from the sidelines as he’d gasp, elated each and every time — bending at the knees right infront of her. “there she is, the cutest toddler in the whole world. what we playing with today, huh? is that hello kitty? you know you’re just like your momma.”

he was charming, and you’d soften at the way he was with her. which is how you ended up looping him in to help you with just about anything else when he offered. complaining about car trouble? he’s telling you that he’ll take a look and fix things up for you. if he walks in and sees you struggling with some ikea furniture on the floor, best believe he’s staying an extra hour or so to set it up for you. he even uses his mastery in acting and manipulation for you on the landlord when the slight mould problem on the bathroom wall still hasn’t been fixed. it was nothing to him, he wanted to help. more so, wanted to be around you.

his favourite way to help you came later on in your ‘friendship’, on nights where your baby was allowed to stay with her dad. you’d always hated those nights, too used to her being around, too worried about her. it took you everything to not pick up your phone and text your babydaddy for the fifth time that evening just to check everything was okay. to stay occupied, you text jj — invite him over on a whim.

he turns up with a toolbox, thinking there’s something he needs to fix but instead finds you pacing your kitchen with a glass of red wine. jj being jj, knows just what to do upon hearing your predicament. you needs to relax, take your mind off things for a bit — which is how he ends up with his arms wrapped around your legs, with you naked and slightly tipsy sat on his face. after letting you grind your slippery cunt on his mouth he’s rolling you onto your back to finish the job, knowing you just need someone to take control to get you out your head.

“just gotta relax for me, mama. ‘think some you time is very much needed huh? want you to turn that brain off for once, okay. just… trust someone. let papa do the thinkin’, yeah?” he soothes you as he holds your thighs open, hole drooling and clenching around nothing.

“always look a—after me, jj.” you’re a little emotional, one mewl from crying but he understands. you must’ve had no idea how badly you needed this.

“i know. always will, uh— if you’ll let me.” he pulls his lips from you for a second to look up at you sincerely, backwards hat still shoved on his head.

“yeah.” you whisper and he grins, adjusting the cap in question before heading back down.

“well alright then. let’s get this pretty thing cummin’, how ‘bout that?”

#jj maybank prompt #has you saved in his phone as pretty mommy #and when he gets more comfy around you he greets you with ‘there’s my fav milf’

[egberts]

we are finally home after a busy day. if you don't know already, callie passed away this morning. she fought so hard for the last month and held on for long enough that everyone who knows her and loves her got to see her and say goodbye while she was still in good spirits. unfortunately in the days leading up to this morning she suddenly rapidly declined again and we knew it was time. i won't go into the sad details but despite her condition she continued to love and be loved. she fell asleep in my arms leading up to her final moments, and we got to give her so many hugs and kisses. it didn't take long for the medicine to take her when it was finally time, she was already so weak. her personality has always been so quirky, it was hard to see her decline but she was still so full of love to the very end.

immediately after she passed alana and i went to a boardwalk nature trail and just walked for a while before going for ice cream (the cashier was incredibly nice to us, we must have seemed in need of cheering up because this was a theme of the day)

after ice cream we came home and cleaned up callie's things. vacuumed up some of the cat hair and packed away her furniture and the things we wanted to keep, we set aside some things for her memorial space, and we took everything else to the animal shelter.

just packing up her things was already somewhat cathartic but while at the shelter we decided to visit with the kitties and this was actually a very good idea. it was so bizarrely comforting, seeing and holding the small lovable kittens and realizing in a way that one day we will be able to get a cat as loving as callie was and it will be easy to fall in love with it too.

after the animal shelter, we had to swing by our house again to get the bulk pack of wet food that was delivered, very cruel irony there. it was a $50 box so i reached out for a refund and was given one pretty much immediately and told not to return the food, which gives us a reason to go back to the shelter on monday and donate this food too. (and visit more kitties of course)

we were probably keeping ourselves busy subconsciously, but it was good for us i think, because next we went to a state park and just enjoyed some time by the ocean. we saw so many crabs and even a heron came right up to us!

and you'd think that's the end of the day's adventure but no, after that we went to get pizza for dinner (because cooking is just not an option right now iykyk) and we saw a deer!! a freaking random deer after already seeing a random heron, it was just amazing.

finally we went to target to grab some necessary groceries as some kind of weird semblance that even though callie is gone life has to go on.

i am not kidding when i say every single other human we had to interact with today was nothing but kind to us. all friendly smiles. we didn't tell any of them what happened and yet every single one of them from the ice cream shop girl to the lady at the state park and even the target self checkout person. it was genuinely a beautiful day despite everything. it almost feels like callie's loving energy was just with us throughout the day.

i'm going to miss her so much, and knowing she's gone forever is very hard but i don't think i could've asked for a better experience with it. now it's time to finish up the last bit of cleaning and take a much needed shower.

after her urn and ashes arrive i'll post one final callie update, but as of now this is it. she is gone, resting in peace on the other side of the rainbow bridge. our sweet angel baby 💗

the cutest gradient trio ever btw

#i knew it would be two wolves dualing already but yeah. one part of me is so relieved and the other is heartbroken #callieupdates #tw animal death #long post

[yourgfdgirlfriend]

can we talk about how toxic this whole “that small thing gives me the ick” narrative is?

like, girl, him using a basket at the grocery store or bringing water to the airport gives you ‘the ick’, but him never doing a single chore or believing women are inherently better at cleaning, like it’s some instinctual level ability is fine!? you’re gonna deal with him actually thinking he’s superior to you, but don’t he dare pick up a ping pong ball or you’re out?

wanna know what gives me ‘the ick’? rudeness. sexist behaviour. selfishness. masculinity, that is so fragile wind could knock it over. being unable to give a genuine apology. those are things that make me wanna drop someone; not normal human actions.

can we stop picking on any even slightly feminine perceived behaviour in men and just let them live without this ginormous expectation to always be this strong masculine picture of a man that no one is ever gonna be able to fulfil? you’re creating the same pressure on them we as women get all the time. you’re feeding into toxic masculinity. stop. make an effort to end this thinking instead. all the ‘icks’ I see on social media are so fucking stupid and misogynistic in their core; usually accompanied with sentences like “well, if he’s gonna cry about a birthday gift, he’s not my alpha anymore” no, he’s not. he is a real person with feelings, you fucking brainwashed-by-the-patriarchy monster.

give me a fucking break; i’m so sick of seeing people pressured into these roles their whole life and being so unhappy and hold so much resentment. just stop. let men cry. let men think kitties are cute. let men dangle their feet. let men giggle and be silly. let men have genuine moments of happiness without thinking about whether or not they seem masculine enough. cut them some fucking slack. and maybe there will be fewer men hating women, because they always had to be a certain way to be accepted. every woman knows the feeling of all these expectations and rules you have to follow. we know how much it sucks; how suffocating it is. so let’s stop repeating this narrative and start breaking out of it. reflect on where you’re coming from before criticising someone’s behaviour. we’ll all be happier for it.

and don’t anyone dare to use this as anti-feminist. this is inherently feminist, because it breaks with the tale of women being poor innocent damsels in distress unable to harm anyone or anything; always the victims. perfect little dolls. we’re not. women are cruel and flawed. women are offenders. women are judgmental. women are cold hearted and shortsighted. women are petty. women are misogynistic. (not all women of course *cough cough*) women are not perfect. we are human. of course the “women are capable and smart. women are superheroes” side of feminism is widely preferred. let’s be honest no one wants to hear bad things about themselves, especially when fighting against your own oppression; but it’s therefore no less true. both are legitimate; they’re two sides of the same coin. deal with it.

and if I see anyone hurting a sweet boy’s feelings, because him owning a stuffy or something adorable like that gave you ‘the ick’ I’m gonna personally bitch slap you so hard, that looking in the mirror will give you the ick for the rest of your life. savvy?

#your icks are ickky #little late night rant #it’s not really late but somehow my rants ended up running under this hashtag

[vulnonapixes-dc-corner]

Remember when I told you all about the "Damian & Tim bonding fic, where Damian gets turned into a cat?"?

Well, I do.

I have two wips! One for a fic and the other is a small art sketch

"It's OK! You are OK! With me, you are safe!"

Tim hummed, as he gently rubbed the little fluff ball dry, making sure to clean its eyes and ears out in the process.

He had found it in a trashcan on patrol, all alone, shivering and seemingly abandoned.

The teen couldn't get himself to leave it there.

After all, he wasn't that cruel, and Damian would probably break his back again if he found out that he let an innocent animal die.

It meowed weakly, as he used two of his fingers to gently massage its stomach. He couldn't feel any swellings and injuries, so it should be fine. Hopefully.

"Hey, it's alright! We'll get some food into you and then you'll feel better."

The kitten looked too young to stomach solid food, so milk was it.

He knew that cowmilk was bad for cats, but almond milk should be fine, at least till he could get some special cat milk and wet food to ween the little one out.

After making sure that it was warm and comfortable on his couch, he made his way to his kitchen.

The search for some almond milk and a saucer to fill it in took him some minutes and when he returned to his living room, the cat was gone.

Gone was probably a harsh word, considering that he could hear some really pissed off growls from beneath his bookshelf.

It was quite impressive, considering that the animal making those sounds was barley bigger than his hand.

"Poor little baby, this situation must be quite scary for you."

He pushed the makeshift bowl next to the furniture, avoiding the sweep of tiny claws, before he all but collapsed on his couch.

Then he quietly cursed himself.

In the trouble of making sure that the kitty was alright, he had utterly forgotten about his own needs.

"I am such an idiot."

The vigilante forced himself back on his feet, as he glared at the couch.

Who knows what kind of toxins and germs he had gotten onto it now.

"You know, this totally ruins my whole week. I usually deepclean my furniture every Monday. But with all the blood and shit on my suit this can't wait."

He smiled gently towards the kittens direction, who had stopped growing when he started speaking.

"I will take a short shower, before cleaning the couch and taking my meds. Please try to drink a bit of the milk, alright?"

The teen was aware that the cat couldn't understand or answer him, but he wanted it to get comfortable with his voice

Soaking his suit in disinfectant, showering, checking his body for small injuries, going through his skincare routine, throwing his suit into the washing machine, getting a clean suit ready for the next patrol and starting up his textile-deep-cleaning routine took him nearly an hour.

It left him utterly exhausted and wanting to sleep.

But he still had to finish the cleaning, drink that disgusting, nutrien rich smoothie, take his meds and work on that case Duke asked him about.

His eyes wandered to the kittens hiding place and a smile appeared on his lips as he looked at the empty saucer.

"Good work! Eat a lot and grow stronger. "

The tiny head of the kitten popped out and Tim had to stifle his laughter at the animals unimpressed expression.

"Oh, Damian will absolutely adore you."

It meowed as Tim concentrated back on cleaning the couch.

"He is my little brother and he adores animals. I am planning to give you to him when the weekend comes around."

This was the safest course of actions for him and the one thing will guarantee a happy life for it.

The kittens eyes were watching him clean the couch, as he explained every step to it.

" Now we are just going to let the disinfectant soak in and let it dry. I'll take my medicine and then we'll try to get some more food into you! "

It actually came out of its hiding place when he brought out his yellow pill bottle.

Somehow, it looked as if he had offended it, as it meowed loudly at him to get his attention.

"This is just the medicine that I spoke about. I am sick, you know. A year ago, I lost my spleen due to an injury. I had a flare up a few days ago, since Steph decided to drop in unannounced. Its fine now though."

Steph had been hurt and he was the closest, so he was glad that she came to him instead of bleeding out somewhere.

But the fever he got afterwards was not so nice.

The kitty meowed, as it clawed at his leg, what was suprisingly painful.

"Whats the matter?! This hurts, you know?"

Tim picked the small animal up, as it growled angrily at him.

"You know. You kinda remind me of my little brother right now."

It had the same green eyes as him.

"You are even behaving like him right now!"

He smiled as it spitted in his direction, Biting and clawing at his hand.

Getting the hint, he gently placed it back onto the ground, where it quickly went back to his hiding place.

Tim couldn't help himself as he sighted, as he saw the blood running down his hand.

He needed to disinfect and bandage ut up as quickly as possible now.

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"Jason, calm down-, i cant understand what you are saying if you scream like this!"

Damian glared at the teen from bellow his hiding spot, as he placed back and forth in his living room, his elder brothers voice screaming through the speaker of the phone.

It was pathetic.

No Vigilante, especially one that studied under his father, should allow someone to yell at them.

#batman #batfam #batfamily #tim drake #batbros #batsibs #damian wayne #robin #red robin #let them be be brothers please

[lxclerc]

𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 | 𝐦𝐯𝟑𝟑

SUMMARY: trying to teach your daughter a new word is much harder than max thought. REQUEST: “i loved little verstappen a lot and i was wondering if you can write something again for dad!max? or even just a part 2 of little verstappen. either way is good, thank you!” WARNING: none, just fluff WARNING: mom!reader x dad!max verstappen WORD COUNT: 749

NOTE: please don't be shy to give feedback as it inspires me to write more. let me know if you want to be added to the tag list!

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The day Max got a seat in formula 1, he thought it was the best day of his life. When he first won his championship, he thought that’s surely the best day of his life and yet the day his daughter came into the world, Max realized nothing would ever beat this. Watching the way her little eyes opened, staring at him, will beat every race win, every championship. 

When you told Max you were pregnant, he would be lying if he said he was the happiest man in the world. In fact, the moment he saw the positive pregnancy test, dread immediately filled him. He was terrified. Terrified a baby would ruin your perfect relationship, terrified his job would keep him from being the father your child deserves, being the partner you deserved. He’s barely sorted out his own traumas and you’re both so young. What did you know about being parents? 

But from the very first ultrasound, Max was a goner. Suddenly, the thought of losing this tiny baby terrified him more than anything. He was in awe, staring at the sonogram for so long that you were worried he might hurt his eyes if he didn't start blinking. 

Max loved your daughter the first time he saw her and the moment he got to hold her in his arms, his entire world shifted. Being her father now took precedence over anything in his life. He would learn to be gentler, be better, for her. He would climb any mountain and swim any ocean if it’s what brings her happiness. It was no longer the sun making the universe spin, but rather she does. 

“Can you say ‘dada’?” Max tried again, baby Scarlet bouncing on his leg. 

The little girl only giggled, little hands reaching to touch Max’s face, practically melting Max’s heart on the spot up until she decided to ruin the moment. “Momma!” 

Max grimaced. “No, no, Scar. Say ‘dada.’”

But she must truly be his child if her stubbornness is anything to go by. “Momma!” 

“Try again.” Mac tries to be encouraging. “Da-da.”

“Momma!” 

“Dada. Da-da. Dada!” 

But Scarlet only grins at him, one that looks so much like his, her bright eyes identical to his full of happiness as Max gives her free reign to pull at his hair. “Momma!” 

Max sighs. When the only word Scarlet knew was ‘kitty,’ he hadn’t minded it. He even thought it was cute whenever she’d start happily mumbling the word whenever the cats enter the room, but after your daughter spent the morning screaming momma again and again as you try to have a shower, Max was admittedly a little jealous. He knows he’s gone most of the time but he always makes sure not to go by a week without seeing you guys in person no matter how busy his schedule is and so realizing that Scarlet knew you and not him is, quite frankly, a little depressing. The kind of depressing that makes him overthink if he’s in his daughter’s life enough and if racing is still worth it.

One of the cats climbing a drawer and knocking over one of your scented candles broke Max out of his thoughts, turning as the candle fell to the floor with a thud, the glass shattering loudly against the floor.

“Shit,” he muttered under his breath. 

Scarlet, who was completely busy playing with the chain hanging from his neck, immediately looked up at him, mischief in her eyes. “Shit!” 

Max’s eyes widened as he turned back to his daughter. “Nope. No, Scar. We don’t say that word.”

But it seems it’s already too late as Scarlet clapped her little hands together, giggles escaping past her lips. “Shit! Shit! Shit!” 

“What’s happening here?” By some cruel trick of the universe, you choose that exact moment to enter the room, still in your pajamas after the nap Max insists that you take.

“Momma, shit!” 

Max immediately covers his daughter’s mouth, eyes wide with slight panic at the way your eyebrows furrowed together.

“Scarlet,” you say in that voice you use whenever gently disciplining your daughter. “Where did you learn that word?”

Scarlet pulled at Max’s hand so she could talk. “Dada!” 

Max’s jaw falls at the complete betrayal. “Oh you cheeky little bas–”

“Max!” You cut him off before he can finish his sentence, trying to desperately hold in your grin. 

Max playfully rolled his eyes, hugging the toddler closer to his chest. “You know what, I’ll take it.”

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[archiveikemen]

『 Villain's Night 』 Story Event: Chapter 2

Jude Jazza

This is a fan-made translation solely for entertainment purposes with no guaranteed perfection. I do not own any of the original content. Please support CYBIRD by buying their stories and playing their games. Reblogs appreciated.

❥･• Warnings and FAQ

(This is the place—)

My body had followed William’s command and moved according to my desires, and so I arrived at the gambling house Jude was at.

Drunk Man: Hey, kitty, you look adorable. Meow for me.

Kate: … Sorry, I’m here to look for someone.

The crowded gambling den was filled with people dressed up for Halloween.

I reluctantly put on only the cat ears Alfons had given me, and blended into the crowd.

Apparently, the place was not just a gambling house for Duel Betting, it was also a brothel. The men present were eyeing the frightened women locked in cages, as if evaluating their worth.

(... Human lives are of lower value than money here…)

While feeling disgusted by the cruel scene… I continued looking out for the man I was there to find.

(— I want to find Jude as soon as possible.)

(But… what do I want to do once I find him?)

(I highly doubt I’ll be able to convince him to return to the castle without causing trouble.)

Despite those thoughts, my body moved on its own and kept looking.

(What do I desire? Is it to find Jude?)

(I don't know what it is myself, and yet my body is following this “desire”...)

(William’s ability is truly frightening.)

Kate: Excuse me… pardon, but is there a man by the name of Jude here?

Kate: He wears a black coat, has a sinister look in his eyes, and—

I asked around while scanning the crowd, unable to find him, and just then—

???: You’re Jude Jazza’s woman?

Kate: Huh…?

…

Jude: If you accept my terms, I’ll spare your life at the very least.

Jude quietly put the guards to sleep and entered the room before crushing the jaws of two or three more guards, he then threw the overbearing and unreasonable terms at the organiser.

Organiser: … Hahaha. Hey, calm down.

Organiser: Withdraw from Duel Betting and human trafficking, then give you all my earnings… don’t you think you’re demanding too much?

Organiser: Didn't you lose only a few thousand pounds?

Organiser: Besides, your employees are the ones to blame for it.

Jude: I don't give a fuck. Accept my terms or die.

Jude’s glare was sharper than a newly sharpened blade, making the organiser gulp.

Then, a subordinate rushed into the room and whispered something into the organiser’s ear.

In an instant — his eyes took on a triumphant look.

Organiser: — Looks like you’ve got a guest.

Jude: … A guest?

Brought in by two burly men, almost dragging her on the floor… was Kate who laid unconscious.

Jude: — Ah? Ꙩ_Ꙩ

Organiser: I heard that she wandered in here to look for you. A very brave lover, isn't she?

Organiser: So, what do you say? If you take back the terms you stated earlier, I’ll return this woman to you unscathed.

Organiser: Hmm? There's something in her pocket… oops, look what we have here.

Burly Man: HAHA! Bringing this sort of thing to a place like this… she’s a surprisingly slutty woman—

Burly Man: — Huh?

For a brief moment, the man blinked in confusion as if he didn't know what was happening.

His hand, along with Kate’s unconscious body, fell to the floor with a thud.

Burly Man: Wh– AAAAHHH!?

Jude: Negotiation failed.

Jude: I’ll spare the boss monkey. We have much to talk about.

Jude: Everyone else can die.

< timeskip >

Kate: ugh…

The first thing I heard after regaining consciousness was the sounds of groaning and sobbing.

(What… what happened to me…? I’m pretty sure I heard someone call out to me, and…)

Kate: Ggh…!?

The moment I got up, the horrifying scene before my eyes made my breath catch in my throat.

The floor, walls, everything was dyed red with blood splattered on them.

The dead bodies laying around barely looked like human beings anymore, they were mere red lumps of “something” thrown around like objects—

Standing in the middle of it all, was Jude.

(Jude…?)

Jude: Don’t worry, I’ll at least keep your artery intact. You can't pay me if you die from excessive blood loss.

Jude slowly cut his blood soaked sword into the legs of the man who appeared to be the boss of the establishment.

Organiser: F- Fine… ggh, I’ll give you the money! S-Sixty… sixty percent of my earnings… ugh

Jude: WHAT!?

Organiser: AAAAAAAAAA!

Jude: You don't need ears that can’t listen well, right? Let me cut them off for you.

Jude grinned, as though he enjoyed the sound of the boss’ shrieking.

Watching the cruel scene in front of me, a feeling of fear I had long forgotten came back to me.

He was a villain who lived in a different world from mine.

(And yet… here I am, witnessing this.)

(I keep wondering if he’s bleeding from anywhere.)

I didn't know what I wanted to do after finding him.

But, now, I knew clearly what it was that I desired.

(This is like a regular occurrence for Jude.)

Even if it was due to the traits given to him by his curse, or because of a promise he made with someone I didn't know…

(For this man who lived in the darkness while putting his own life at risk, this man who was always pushing me away from that darkness… I wanted to do something for him.)

Tonight, the cursed people were even more dangerous than usual.

(And yet… all I did was cause more trouble for him.)

There was an overwhelmingly large distance between the two of us.

(— I’m so frustrated.)

I bit my lip and watched as Jude tortured the boss for the information he wanted — and he finally sheathed his sword after thrusting it into the man’s heart.

Jude: …

(... I think this is the first time I’m seeing Jude use his sword.)

The usual Jude hurt others, but he never killed them so easily.

He would always say that it was much more efficient to exploit them for labour than to kill them, because killing them would cause him too much trouble afterwards.

– Flashback Start –

Victor: That’s right. As for the cursed person, they find it harder to control themselves… something like that.

Victor: It’s a dangerous night for both the cursed person and the people around them.

– Flashback End –

The pale moonlight shone through the window.

(Right now — Jude isn’t in his normal state.)

(It’s too dangerous to approach him.)

That was what I thought, and yet I found myself moving closer towards his bloodied back.

On this Halloween night, the cursed people were going mad—

And I, too, was going mad with desire because of William’s command.

Kate: Jude.

Jude: …

Jude didn't look back.

My hand lifted itself and grasped his coat.

Kate: … Are you hurt?

Kate: —!

Before I could finish talking, my body was suddenly pulled.

With a thud, I collided with him and a shock ran through my back, making me gasp in pain.

Jude: Why did you break your promise?

Kate: J-Jude…

Jude: You know what happens when you break a promise with me, don't you?

Kate: … ggh

It was hard to breathe with his hand tightly gripping my collar.

That hand felt nothing like the one that held my shoulder and drove the strange man away on the streets of London earlier that day. It was cruel and cold.

Kate: ah… ugh…

Jude: Ahh, did you break the promise on purpose because you wanted to be punished by me?

Kate: …? …!

He snickered when I hurriedly shook my head in denial.

Jude: You probably thought I’d let you off with a couple of threats as usual, Princess.

Jude: But I don't think that’ll be enough to satisfy me tonight.

Jude: “Trick or Treat”... I’m not going to ask you that.

Jude: — Ready to be ridiculed?

Jude’s amethyst eyes glimmered under the moonlight streaming into the room through the window.

#ikemen villains #ikemen series #cybird ikemen #otome #cybird otome #ikevil story event #jude jazza

[the-knight-of-the-stars]

One of these days I'll finish writting the fanfic of this tiny Trans Reversed-Love Square Miraculous Ladybug AU that has been eating my brain:

— Adrien Agreste is Kitty Noir. Reclusive homeschooled rich supermodel by day, Paris superheroine by night.

—Adrien thinks of Kitty as just a persona he can play with, like a videogame avatar. ('It tootally doesn't mean anything that Kitty feels right, and like home, and like freedom, what are you talkikg about guys?' )

—Kitty is Ladybug's partner in fighting agains crime. Kitty brings the 'there's always time for a joke' vibe to the superhero work that Ladybug pretends not to appreciate.

—One night, Kitty is saved from an akumatized villain attack by a civilian named Marinette, and is heartstruck by her kindness and bravery. (Ladybug was busy that night, if you can believe it.)

—Kitty visits her at her balcony the next night, and Marinette tells her about feeling lonely at school. Kitty knows loneliness, and their night meetings at the balcony become a common ocurrence.

—They become friends. One night, Kitty flirts. Marinette responds (Because tonight she is just a normal girl with a normal life, why wouldn't she?) And Kitty well, she is kind. Her jokes aren't cruel, and she listens to her.

—And Kitty likes the way light hits her hair, and how clumsy and determined she is. Is this what having a friend is like? Wishing time would stop so she could keep lisening to Marinette?

—And ups! Kitty is getting close, and moving in circles around Marinette and Marinette feels safe. Kitty is kind of funny. And Marinette realizes she wants some funny in her life.

—Kitty leans. Marinette kisses her. She is not sure why she did that. Oh! Marinette retreats, but Paris at night makes Kitty's green eyes shine like stained glass. Wait, does she like girls? Does she like this girl?

—Kitty kisses her again, and Kitty is in heaven. Alone. Alone is a far away word. For a second the whole world feels like home. But stop.

—Kitty (or Adrien?) pulls away. 'Because this isn't right' 'Because you are just my fan, you don't know me.'

'Because Kitty isn't real... right?'

—Kitty leaves. Is not ethical, it can't be. They both agree. Just friends. 'Sometimes, I'll catch a glipse of you in the moonlight.'

—Marinette, see, now she was a problem. Ladybug can't be in love with her partner, no way. Is not right, is too distracting. And they have people to save!

—So Ladybug pretends everything is ok. 'Kitty, we have to be focused at all times' she tells her, trying to ignore how pretty her smile is.

—But duty is first, Paris is counting on them. Even if Kitty calling her 'My Lady' keeps her awake at night. 'All girls fantasize about their friends like that, right?'

—Adrien sits on his bed, and thinks about what would happen if he could be Kitty all the time. If Kitty is just a character, just a game, why did it felt so good, so real, to kiss Marinette?

—Marinette liked Kitty, and Kitty wasn't even trying. 'You are so beautiful, you know that, right?' She had said one night, laughing, after Kitty had make her dance. So spontaneous, she had blushed after.

—He was allowed to like that thought, right? Kitty was beautiful. He (she?) was beautiful. 'Am I, beautiful?' How much of Kitty is acting, and how much of her is true?

—Kitty doesn't visit often now. Marinette overthinks. 'She moved on, of course she did, why wouldn't she, I said it was ok, why doesn't it feel ok?'

—One day, Ladybug "accidentally" sees Kitty sneak into the Agreste Mansion. Oh! So she really meet someone else. 'She used to sneak into my house like that' And she meet no other than golden boy Adrien Agreste. Supermodel Adrien Agreste. Rich and Misterious Adrien Agreste.

—Of course, I mean, this Adrien guy is kinda cute. And Kitty is cute. Match made in heaven right? Is non of her buisness anyways.

—But Adrien is a little too misterious, right? He doesn't even go to school! And what was that Alya told her the other day? Oh! He is friends with Chloe?? Too suspicious...

—Is ok, she is just worried about Kitty. They are partners, gals, Marinette just wants to make sure Kitty's boy is the right one. 'What does she sees in him anyways?'

—Adrien meets Marinette one day, at a gala, she designed a hat for him! She is wonderful, and Adrien wants to say hi, but she keeps avoiding him. 'Is just the nerves for the event, she toootally didn't roll her eyes at me.'

—Adrien meets Nino. He is great. He tells him about school, and Adrien dreams about how cool it would be to go to school. He asks his dad, and he actually considers it?

Nino supports him, even Chloe vouches for him. Father says yes, he can go to school!.

—Adrien arrives at his first day, and oh! There is Marinette! How great is this!

—Marinette raises her head, and oh! There is Adrien Agreste! How great is this?

#it got out of hand #but i mean ajahshshwhhdd #i needed to get this out of my system #miraculous ladybug #mlb #ml #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #trans adrien agreste #gender fluid adrien agreste #transfem adrien #bisexual marinette #miraculous au #miraculous ladybug au #marichat #ladynoir #miraculous #ladybug #chat noir

[yanderesimp2000]

alastor x Fem cat demon reader chap 2/tbd "good pet"

just wanna make 1 thing clear this will not be sexual or romantic since alastor is an aroace king more just pure sadism and fearplay your alastors "pet cat" so yeah he breaks you mentally

Tws MIND BREAKING,collars,degradation, Cruel praise

youve been living with alastor for a couple weeks now as his servent and life has been shit he's always petting you even when you tell him to stop today you were laying done on the old couch when he comes home Alastor is fiddling with a pocket radio as he walks through the door "Heeeello, hello, hello!" he notices you "Oh, there you are, are you feeling a bit catatonic today, eh?" he chuckles "Come on, up you get" you grumple and get up

"awww, such a grumpy lady" he chuckles "you must be hungry, eh? I've got some delectable salmon for you" he sets up you food and sits down, petting you " you grumple again "I don't even like salmon" you say annoyed he chuckles slightly "what? you'd rather eat rat, ?" you sigh and say "no" he smiles even more and says "then you must eat your fish" you eat your fish the taste is okay not your favorite but tolerable he watches, grinning "good kitty" you get a little angry "Im not your kitty"" he chuckles oh, but yes you are" he starts petting you very affectionately "remember I own you" when he said that your ears droop and you look scared he doesn't notice, but continues petting"you're such a pretty kitty" he chuckles you know, I was thinking I should get a collar for you" he giggle again "I'll put it on you, would you like that? eh? good kitty?" he pauses and realizes you look scared at the mention of a collar "What's the matter? Don't you like collars?" he starts rubbing your head affectionately "don't worry, I'll be the only one with a key to it" you grumble a little "stop treating me like a pet" you say meekly still scared of him "But you are my pet, remember?" he grins "I own you, after all" suddenly a green chain appears around your neck not the one that he used before but the same material "There we go. Nice and secure" he pulls the chain gently and it becomes tighter "what do you think? do you like it?" he continues rubbing your head you whimper gently he grins "oh, poor baby cat" "is it a bit tight?" he pulls again, making it a bit tighter you start whimpering even louder "p-p-please stop" alastors grin gets even wider in pure sadism "oh come on, don't be like that" he keeps pulling the collar "just a little more, just a little tighter, just a little more" your now desperate for him to stop "PLEASE STOP ILL BE GOOD" you loudly beg "oh, is it hurting you, my poor kitty?" he grins "just relax, you're ok" he continues pulling a little bit looser, before pulling a lot tighter he rubs your head, grinning down at you "don't worry, you'll get used to it soon" You start crying for mercy he stops pulling and starts stroking your head "Aww, don't cry dear" he strokes and rubs you "You'll get used to the collar soon enough, I'm sure" he chuckles "I knew that would work, good kitty" the pain and squeezing gets worse and worse all of your breaths are strained and your getting just enough air to be conscious but not enough to be comfortable "don't worry, I won't pull it anymore, if you behave. but I'll still leave it on, eh?" alastor says that same horrifying grin on his face you were delighted and gasped for air before saying "t-thank you sir" he chuckles "you really are so precious when you beg" he continues petting you, now stroking your cheek and under your chin "such a good kitty" he grins widely and pulls slightly on the chain, pulling you closer to him and strokes your jaw he looks deep into your eyes "such pretty eyes you have" you resonond with a simple "thank you" the chuckles "you're welcome, pretty kitty" he strokes down your cheek, now looking at your neck "oh yes, I forgot I have to put a tag on that" he smiles "don't be freighted my dear" he grabs a tag "stand still for a second" he puts it on your collar and then pulls the chain a bit tighter as he clips it in place, stroking your face as the collar is tight against your neck "there we go, there's a beautiful kitty" you slowy are starting to accept your fate so you don't whimper or hiss or resist when he puts it on he pats your head softly "such a good sweet kitty aren't you such a dear" he stops patting your head and strokes your hair down your face and then leans back to look at the tag on your collar "Hm. What should I put as your name?" "I know!" He grins playfully you respond "my name is Y/N" alastor giggle s

"Y/n? What an odd name not very feline " he grins playfully "How about I name you something cute?" he grins, a mischievous glint in his eyes "Like perhaps a cute, simple, name, like Mittens or something?" you whimper in defeat and say "ok" alastor grins even wider "good. I think I'll call you Mittens, or perhaps, Kitty-cat, hmm?" you winced again "o-o-o-ok sir" he sighed "Good kitty now wait here I have some business to attend"

END OF CHAPTER 2

#hazbin hotel #yandere #hazbin hotel x you #writing #yandere male #yandere boy #male yandere #yandere x reader #yandere alastor x reader #alastor x you #alastor x reader

[t4twnyclaw]

DOTC rough rewrite ideas v v v

One-Eye's group and Slash's group exist from the beginning. They're the first cats in the forest, and are introduced early on.

^ Also a BUNCH of these random cats are kitty pets so they get funny names. I don't know why in canon every cat has a nature-inspired names (Alder, Fox, Juniper, Beech etc..) ur telling me NO ONE was once a kittypet?

Bright Stream stays home. It isn't until Jagged Peak goes missing that she *and* Grey Wing go look for him, resulting in the three of them joining the travelling tribe group.

Moon Shadow dies. he dies to a hawk/vulture, replacing bright streams death.

The Tribes relationships are clearly stated-- Bright Stream is the sister of Rainswept Flower. Dappled Petal and Turtle Tail are sisters etc...

Bumble and Tom are both barn cats. Specifically barn cats. I do not like the amount of sexism DOTC has, so Tom only exists to be the sire to Turtle Tail and Bumbles kits.

One-eye's group is akin to Thunderclan. Their driving goal is to get rid of the mountain cats.

Slash's group is akin to Bloodclan, as he is more or less just power-hungry. He convinces One-Eyes cats to join him after so many of them get beat up-insisting that they should just run away and come back later.

First book -> The group discovers the forest, and they bump into a few of One-Eye's cats. -> Clear Sky is like 'well. we are not going back to the mountains.' and begins aggravating One-Eyes cats. (One-Eye never meets Clear Sky or the others face to face, just his lackeys.) -> The group *kick* Clear Sky out for his behaviour, Bright Stream, Jagged Peak, Jackdaw's Cry and Hawk Swoop join him. (Jagged Peak is about 6 months old, Jackdaw Cry and Hawk swoop are around 10 months to a year.)

Second book -> It's clear One-Eye's group is dying off, but in reality, alot of the cats are just migrating to Slash's group. -> At this point Thundering Storm is born to Clear Sky and Bright Stream. -> Clear Sky has sheltered some of cats who aren't particularly tied to either group. (Petal, Frost, Fox, Muddy Paws and Mouse Ear.) -> Thundering Storm and Bright Stream leave Clear Sky after an attack from One-Eye's group. They rejoin the others on the moor.

Third book. -> Moor cats are having problems with Slash's group. Also Turtle Tail is here with Bumble! But not really, she's a barn cat now. Her kittens are moor cats. -> Thundering Storm changes her name. she also decides being a woman is epic. -> Bright Stream, supporting her daughter encourages her to explore, which she does. Thunder creates her own mini Thunderclan -> Clear Sky begs the moor cats + Thunder to help beat the hell out of One-Eye. being normal, and not colonizers they say no. Clear Sky, instead beats them up. -> The First battle ensues. Some cats die. Clear Sky still kills Rainswept Flower which enraged Bright Stream as she makes an attempt on his life. -> Clear Sky is forever shunned from the moor cats. -> The rest of the moor cats and Clear Sky's old group members decide to meet up in honour of the dead cats. (Four trees is created)

Fourth book -> River's here. he's cool. -> Sickness. Star Flower just appears offering the cure. no one knows who Star Flower is. -> Clear Sky is all alone until Star Flower comes around. -> Star Flower and some of her friends (she has friends and a personality) join Clear Sky's group. -> Through Clear Sky we learn that One-Eye's old group has merged into a cruel dangerous group - Slash's group. -> Moor and Thunder's group don't care. -> River mentions Slash's group. Everyone cares now. -> Slash's group attacks and seriously maims bright stream- actually killing her. -> Thunder and friends goes to politely ask Slash not to kill them. -> Slash says no. -> We meet Violet and everyone else I forgot to mention.

Fifth book -> Star Flower goes alone to speak with Slash. they keep her hostage, Hollyleaf/Ivypool/Twigbranch style. -> Clear Sky begs for help. -> Everyone says no at first because they hate Clear Sky, but Star Flower's cool, so they plan a rescue plan. -> Star Flower escapes. -> Slash's group is starting to crumble as there's no sense of unity or community, which is something One-Eyes group actually had. -> After Star Flower is rescued, Slash, and his group, attacks and kills one of Wind Runners kits. -> Moor cats flee to what will later be known as Shadowclan, with Tall Shadow assuming leadership.

Sixth book -> war. slash is defeated and some more cats die. -> Wind Runner and her followers go back to the moor, needing time to heal. this officially marks the beginning of each clan, Thunderclan, Riverclan, Shadowclan, Windclan and Skyclan. -> general wrap up of the series and some implements of the first of the warrior code.

#txt #dotc #im just rambling but if anyone reads this U WILL VALIDATE MY THOUGHTS #i havent read all of dotc i honestly think i stopped reading before slash was even introduced

[sexytoothgap]

OK, now I've collected my thoughts , here's my ramble on the ghosts final episode ( MASSIVE SPOILERS obviously)

I don't hate it - there were some funny ghost interactions and the ending was genuinely sweet (love that Thomas continues to flirt/harass alison as an old woman) but my god it was so rushed and I do hate what they did with kitty. Right off the bat it felt like they undid loads of character development and missed a really big obvious opportunity for kitty's arc to come full circle - she spent hundreds of years feeling deeply hurt and isolated because of a cruel, jealous older sister that made her life hell and couldn't change until it was too late. So you would assume her reaction to the new baby , after the seasons of character development in which she matures and learns she's a core part of her group, even when not the direct centre of attention , her reaction would be to step up and be the older sister she never got to have , thus bringing her arc full circle. But no, instead, we get a cheap subplot that wouldn't have felt out of place in a weaker episode of season 1.

To be honest, I really don't understand why they wasted 20 minutes of the episode on Mike's over controlling mother, given there was already an episode centred around this. Sure, it provides some kind of link for the ghosts' big decision, but really ?? This was the last episode and Alison and the ghosts felt sidelined the whole time over a pretty irrelevant sideplot and unlikeable character.

As for themes, I know a lot of people are upset about it seeming like the found family theme got dumped at the very end. I can see how in a show about family they would go for a nice , clean end about how ultimately children change everything in family, but it would be nice if they showed this more. Just one actual conversation between Alison and the ghosts would have been a big improvement, but I honestly think the episode would have felt more cohesive if it had focused on how the ghosts were actually causing issues as well as developing a familial relationship with the bairne instead of focusing on problems honestly caused by Mike's helicopter mum. Again, I understand having her there as a reminder of the importance of boundaries which the ghosts just aren't able to respect at times , but idk this just did not work for me. It felt like they were going for a happy ending in which alison and Mike finally got the peace and stability they need while still keeping in close contact with the ghosts, but it kind of came across as if it were saying biological nuclear families are the best way to raise a child. However, I love that it's the ghosts who've fought tooth and nail to have alison do what they want through the entire show who chose to let her go despite what they wanted because ultimately they are her family, they do love her and they do want what's best for her.

TLDR: Meh episode, sweet ending that's hopefully open to the occasional special episode/ skit about alisons visits over the years but ultimately feels like a definite ending. Ngl if I rewatch ghosts, I might skip this one.

#bbc ghosts #bbc ghosts spoilers #ramblings

[fromthedeskofthecaptain]

Things I must know about by the end of series 5, otherwise I might just jolly well explode, Captain and Kitty edition.

1. How did the Captain die?

It better not be anything undignified, Willbond. Not when we’ve loved him for so long. If I don’t cry every time I think of it for the next six months I want my license fee back.

2. What did he do before the war?

His uniformed photo on Mike’s Ghost Board has been identified as pre-WW2 by someone here BUT Ben has suggested in an interview that his life was disrupted by serving, i.e, not a career soldier. I always imagined him as someone who needed the war, emotionally speaking, to give existential meaning to his life. All the more so because he was a reserved man who couldn’t have his own conjugal family. (I have read accounts of people who found their war service a boon to their mental health, friendship circle, social skills and even sexual liberation, quite apart from it being a just cause in itself.)

What exactly were they doing at Button House?

What was Cap in charge of? Weapons development? If so, why him? How did he end up doing that, of all the options for a Royal Artillery Captain?

3. How did Havers feel, dammit!

We MUST KNOW. (Unless it’s not what I want to hear, in which case *LALALA.. I AM THE VERY MODEL OF A MODERN MAJOR GENERAL🎶… can’t hear you Ben). It’s ridiculous how much I need to know whether Cap was the object of romantic love during his lifetime, even if he didn’t know it. If not, then the I demand the Idiots don’t let him move on at the end of the series (not saying The Phrase because I hate it). Let him stay at Button House so a future handsome dead person can sweep him off his feet.

Interestingly, I seem to think that ascending/ moving on means completely ceasing to exist, rather than going to Heaven, etc, otherwise I wouldn’t have that need. Bummer to be an atheist.

Kitty

4. Why did Kitty’s sister hate her so much? Is there a story about parentage and race?

(I suspect Lolly was just colour blind casting, but I have a mental backstory about her being adopted and her ethnicity being important.) What happened to her birth parents? Was she born in England or brought here? Could she have been the child of a member of the family and someone from a colonial country where he was stationed in the Navy or went as a diplomat or adventurer.) Was there a scandal, other than the mixed race situation? What separated her from her birth mother? Was it forced, or death, or her mother thinking she’d have a better life with her white relatives? Did her father want that? Is the man she calls her father in the flashback actually her father, or someone who adopted her?

5. Did her sister kill her? If so, how and was it deliberate or a cruel prank that wasn’t intended to go that far? (Locking her out and she got hypothermia? Playing hide and seek and shutting her in somewhere so she suffocated?) Was it to do with any of the conjecture above? What did Kitty understand about her difference? How curious was she? What was she told about it?

Also, I would like them to hug and talk openly about being like a father / daughter to each other.

#bbc ghosts #the captain #ben willbond #Kitty #lolly adefope #ghosts #ghosts series 5

[rachi-roo]

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Bungo Stray Dogs: Workplace Bullying

So, a certain someone has recently joined us here in the Armed Detective Agency~ Duck Duuuuck~ XD A gift to you @duckymcdoorknob 🤣 Here's too many more to come!

Summary: From day one, Dazai has been a bully. A rude little shit. But, in a loving and friendly way. And who is his favourite target? None other than the little kitty cat who's joined the ranks.

Lee Atsushi, Ler Dazai.

Tw: None

16/02/23

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As soon as Atsushi joined the rest of the members of the Armed Detective Agency, it was clear which one he needed to be cautious around. Dazai Osamu, of course. Not because he was a threat... Actually... He kind of is.

No, Dazai would never deliberately make an attempt at Atsushi's life, but it sure felt like it sometimes. You see, Dazai is a tickler. A sneaky one. A tickler that would strike at any moment. No matter what you're doing or how potentially dangerous it could be.

When Atsushi was bringing coffee for everyone from the cafe below. Dazai was there. "GOTCHA!" A pair of devilish hands attacking the boys unarmed sides, sending the coffee flying across the room.

Atsushi had been asked to clean the office. Dazai was there. "Coochi, coochi, coo~"Armed with the duster the second he saw an inch of exposed skin. Making the tiger cub yelp and disturb everyone's work.

Even just passing him in the hallway. "Boop~!" A stray finger always prodded at Atsushi's soft tummy or side.

And so, Atsushi soon learned he had to be weary around Dazai. But it never worked. With Dazai always being so chilled and goofy, it was impossible to tell when he was going to attack. So he was never prepared for one.

Today was no different. Not in the slightest.

"Morning." Atsushi chimed as he entered the office, seeing most of the others already working at their stations. He set his messenger bag on his desk, looking at the empty seat beside him. "Is Dazai not coming today?" He asked the busy redhead opposite him.

Junichiro shrugged, looking up from his laptop. "Dunno. I haven't seen him yet. I'm sure he'll show up eventually." He smiled.

"I guess." Atsushi nodded, sitting down at his desk and looking at the paperwork that had already been set out for him. Just some sorting that needed finishing up.

A couple minutes later, the sorting was done. Nice and neat. A quick but important job finished. Atsushi stood, stacking the papers into a pile and carrying them to the door, they needed to be taken to Fukuzawa's office to be signed.

"I'll be right back." The tiger smiled, heading down the hallway, humming to himself.

"Atsuuushiiiiiii~" A voice behind him stopped him in his tracks, sending a shiver down his spine. He looked over his shoulder, seeing no-one there.

"Um, Dazai?" Atsushi raised a brow, looking back and forth down both directions of the hallway. "Where-?"

The poor boy didn't know what hit him. Dazai suddenly dropped down from the ceiling, tackling the boy to the floor.

"MORING!!"

"GYAH!" He was pinned on his front, the papers he had so neatly stacked were sent flying.

"I got you gooood~" Dazai sang, sitting upon the small boys back with a grin. "Now, where did we leave off? Ooooh yes~ I remember~." He taunted, leaning in close to Atsushi's ear, making the boy scrunch his shoulders up.

"Wait! Wait! I-I have toho-! AHAHA!" He started giggling when he felt Dazai begin his attack, wriggling his fingers up under his arms.

"Dahazai! Ahaha! No! Rrh- No!" He clamped his arms to his sides, defensively.

"Now, now Atsushi. We both know I can tickle you elsewhere~" The cruel man chuckled, moving his hands down to the boy's ribs, poking each bone as he counted.

"Oooone~ Twoooo~ Threeee~ Oop. Lost count because you were squirming so much. Why must you make my job so hard?" He sighed dramatically. "Let's start again~"

"Gyaha! Eeehehe! S-Stop with the p-pohoking!" Atsushi giggled, flinching and gasping at each perfectly placed prod.

"No poking? If you insist." Osamu shrugged, suddenly vibrating his fingertips into the boys ribs, his tongue sticking out eagerly as he watched his little friend flail. He loved Atsushi's reactions. How he'd arch his back and yelp at certain spots.

Dazai was indeed, a merciless Ler.

"StahahaAAHA! D-azai!!!" Atsushi hiccuped, as Dazai switched to squeezing the boy's hips, clinging onto them relentlessly.

"Dahazai! Plehehease! I-I gotta delihi-! Aha!"

"You gotta whaaat? C'mon Atsushi, use your words, please. This is a professional work environment, if you can't speak up when you need to, it could cause issues." He shook his head, giving the boys sides a break, leaning back and resting his hands on the back of Atsushi's thighs, squeezing them playfully.

"AH! Nahahaha! H-Hehelp!" His little legs kicked helplessly against the wooden floorboards, his hands reaching back to try swat at Dazais legs.

"You're far too ticklish, you know. I think we should do this every day! Like endurance training! Hey? Doesn't that sound fun? Tickle, tickle, tickle~"

"Eheheheheee! Noho!"

"Well, I think it sounds great fun. You don't get a say in the matter." Dazai chuckled, sticking his hands up Atsushi's back, slowly raking his nails up and down the boy's shoulder blades and spine.

"You seemed to be in the middle of something, so I'll end this session for now." He smiled, watching as Atsushi sighed loudly, laying flat on the floor, huffing as he relaxed into the gentle back scratches from his older friend. A giddy smile on his face.

"Hah... Gee... Thanks." He wheezed out, looking at the scattered papers on the floor, knowing he'd have to reorganise them again.

Dazai climbed off his victim, petting his hair. "Want me to get some cakes from the cafe?" Atsushi looked up at Dazai, sighing with a smile. He had a funny way of making up for these tickle attacks, but they were always perfect. "Please!" Atsushi beamed.

Dazai grinned, turning on his heels, and whistling happily as he headed out to collect the treats. Had the others heard all the commotion? Yes. Were they all used to it by now and knew Atsushi wasn't being murdered? Yes. Did they also get a massive serotonin boost hearing his adorable giggling? Of course they did.

#BSD #bungo stray dogs #bsd Dazai #dazai osamu #bsd atsushi #bsd tickle fic #bsd tickles #ler dazai #lee Atsushi #sfw tickles #sfw tickling community #rachi roo

[ailendolin]

Thomas, Fanny and Mary, as far as we know, are the only ones who are still affected by their deaths. Fanny falls out of the window every night, Mary emits smoke when fire gets mentioned and Thomas's wound pains him in certain situations.

I've been wondering for a while now if that's because their deaths were slow and gave them time to realise what was happening. We know Thomas lay under that tree long enough for everyone else to leave and we can assume that Mary was conscious for a while before the smoke and fire made her lose consciousness. Fanny saw George coming up behind her and had at least a split second to realise what he was about to do before she fell.

Compared to that, Humphrey, Julian and Robin's deaths were very sudden. They were dead before they really knew what was happening and consequently have no lingering trauma over it.

Pat is a bit of an odd case. His death was slow like Thomas, Mary and Fanny's, giving him enough time to realise that he was dying, and yet he seems completely unaffected by it like Robin, Julian and Humphrey. I think one possible reason for that could be that he spent the last moments of his life desperately trying to protect the children. His death was more about preventing their trauma rather than acknowledging his own and perhaps that's why it doesn't affect him now.

I'm not saying there is a connection between the ghosts' deaths and them being or not being haunted by what happened to them, but if there is then that probably means that both the Captain and Kitty either died quite abruptly and suddenly, didn't realise they were dying or were in denial about it (something I personally think might be very likely in Kitty's case given that she spent centuries being in denial about her sister's cruel behaviour towards her).

#bbc ghosts #bbc ghosts spoilers #mp bbc ghosts #thomas thorne #fanny button #julian fawcett #robin #humphrey bone #the captain #kitty #mary #pat butcher

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Carla Maniac [01]

ー The scene starts in the inner courtyard at Banmaden

Yui: ( It’s so quiet. Seems like there’s nobody here. )

( The atmosphere here has changed somewhat ever since the Ghouls arrived. )

( It still has somewhat of a stiff feeling to it, but I believe it has become a lot more lively than before. )

( ...I wonder how Carla-san feels about this change? )

*Rustle* 

Yui: ...Hm?

*Meoooow* 

Yui: A cat! I can’t believe there’s a cat at Banmadenーー

( Right. One of the Ghouls might have brought it with them. )

*Rustle* 

Yui: Come here, kitty? 

*Meooow* 

Yui: Wah! They came to me!

*Meooow* 

*Rustle rustle* 

Yui: Fufu, they’re rubbing up against me. How cute. I wonder if they’ll let me pick them up?

*Meooow* 

Yui: Considering how friendly you are, you must have come here together with someone, didn’t you? 

*Meooow* 

*Rustle*

Yui: Kyah? Geez, that tickles. You sure love affection, don’t you?

ー Somebody approaches her

???: ーー What are you doing?

Yui: Ehーー?

Carla-san!

*Rustle* 

Carla: ーー What is that creature you’re holding in your arms?

Yui: It’s a cat. Seems like one of the Ghouls brought it with them...

Carla: ...

Yui: Would you like to pet them as well? This little one is simply adorable. 

Carla: Pet? You want me to touch that beastーーCorrect? 

Selection

→ You don’t need to force yourself (M)

Yui: Ah, you don’t need to force yourself or anything. I just thought that perhaps it’d give you some comfort

Carla: Comfort? By petting that beast? 

Yui: Yes. It soothes me a lot. Their fur is very soft and they’ll happily purr in response. 

Carla: ...

Yui: ( Carla-san went quiet. I wonder if he hates cats? )

Excuse me...Did I speak out of line? 

Carla: No...If you insist, I do not mind petting it.

→ Please don’t call it a beast (S)

Yui: ‘Beast’ is a little...

( It has a disdaining ring to it... )

Carla: But it is the truth, no? Cats are nothing more than beasts.

Yui: ...I mean, you’re not wrong but I also believe they can play the role of a companion and have a very soothing effect on the mind. 

I do think it’s call to write them off as ‘beasts’.

Carla: Companionーー? A cat?

Yui: Yes. Even though we only just met, this little one has been very friendly to me. I’d love to get to know them even better. 

Carla: ーー I see. I suppose you were once those Vampires’ pet. It would make sense for you to get along with other pets. 

Yui: Eh? 

( How cruel... )

Carla: This is the truth as well. I do not understand why you would be upset.

Yui: But you will actually treat me as a proper human being.

ーー You love me.

Carla: ...That is because you are worth it.

Yui: ...Thank you very much.

Carla: ーー Oh well. If you insist, I shall play along with your little game.

ー He steps closer

*Rustle* 

Carla: ーー 

*Mreooooow*

Yui: Eh...!?

ー The cat runs off

Yui: Ah...It ran away.

Carla: Seems like the cat had little intention to get close to me either.

Yui: I wonder what got into it? It was so friendly earlier. 

Carla: Perhaps it got instinctively scared? Animals excel at gauging the strength of those around them. 

I assume it got frightened after seeing me. I have experienced that sort of reaction plenty of times in my life. 

Yui: ...That’s kind of a shame. 

Carla: No, it was not like I ever wanted to interact with that beast in the first place. More importantlyーー

*Thud* 

Carla: You said it was awfully attached to you, no...? Did you surrender yourself to it? 

Yui: Surrender myself...You say? I don’t think that’s the right way to put it...

Carla: However, there’s tons of cat fur on your chest area.

You held that cat close and sought comfort from someone other than me. ーー I cannot let that fact slide. 

*Rustle* 

Carla: Therefore, you shall be punished.

*Rustle* 

Yui: Ehーー ...Ah...!

ー Carla bites her

Yui: ( His fangs are sinking deep inside my skin... )

Carla: Nn...Hahー ...ーー

Yui: I-It hurts!

Carla: Of course it does. It would not make for a punishment if it did not, no?

Yui: C-Carla-san...F-Forgive meーー...

Carla: Then promise me. That you will not entrust your body to anyone else in the future. 

Yui: I never did in the first place...

Carla: ...You’re still saying that...? Nnーー

Yui: ...! I-I promise...! You’ll be...the only one...

Carla: Heh...Very well...In that case, I shall have your blood as a symbol of our vow.

Yui: ...!

( He’s being so intense...As if he’s sucking my blood as a way to convey his feelings to me... )

( It hurts...a lot but...If that’s a sign of just how strongly he feels about me...Then I’m happy. )

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー 

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #carla tsukinami #lost eden #diabolik lovers translation #lecarlamaniac1

[sorcharavenlock]

26. Loki's giant confession.

Loki loves having Fenrir around.

But it doesn't change the fact that Loki still hasn't found a way to return to life again. Loki's depression doesn't improve and he sleeps most of the day.

I worry about him.

"Why don't we go and take Fenrir out for a walk? I ask gently.

Maybe a walk will do Loki some good?

Fenrir is delighted to go out for walkies!

We walk to the lake near the house. It is beautiful, but Loki doesn't seem to notice.

"We aren't any closer to bringing you back alive, are we?" I ask sympathetically.

Loki mutely shakes his head.

"I know it isn't easy. We run into dead and after dead end. But there is one thing we haven't tried yet..."

"If you are going to mention Thor..." Loki sighs wearily.

"No, I was going to suggest doing what the hermit said: contacting your ancestral witch."

"That idea is just as terrible, if not worse."

"But why?" I ask. "Kitty is right; even if your biological parents were terrible that doesn't mean everyone in your line is."

"Because..." Loki hesitates. "Because what you see before you is not what I truly am."

"A ghost?" I ask in confusion.

"Asgardian," Loki corrects. " I am a shapechanger. This is not my true visage. That is why I summoned Ferrir instead; I didn't want you and the others to see who, or more to the point what I truly am."

"I still don't understand," I admit. "Surely it can't be that bad?"

"Oh, but it is! Perhaps it is better if you know. I can see the way you have begun to look at me. I can see the affection that is growing in your heart. You are foolish and easily misled by your feelings.

Perhaps seeing the monster, knowing who and what I truly am might cure you from your delusional sentiment."

Loki begins floating back to the house, expecting me to follow him.

"Best not do this in the basement. there is an altar outside, that might suit our needs better.

My people are hideous gigantic creatures, cruel and barbaric. The kind of monsters parents tell their children about to get them to behave.

If they turn on us, run downstairs and perform an exorcism as quick as you can."

(Loki is scared to let Marianna find out what he truly is, but he is even more scared to stay a ghost forever. His anxiety is making him tense, changing his colour to yellow.)